#they felt in their rights to do so because lieutenant riley was agreeing or at least they thought he was

[natelia-aldelliz]

I just had two different thoughts (that's twice as many as usual!) :

What if Ghost decided to learn how to speak Gàidhlig as a surprise for his Johnny only to have him look at him awkwardly because "sorry LT, I only know a few words of Gàidhlig, my native language is Scots...."

".... So I can't call you maw rye?"

"..... Is... Is that mo ghràidh?"

"So you do know Gaelic!"

"I said I knew a few words!"

Or, what if it was a bad day, Soap is already feeling a bit distraught, stuck in his head, emotional, irritable, he has difficulty focusing (more than usual) and he can feel a headache coming. Remarks, teases, that he usually lets slide with a joke seem to cut him, deeper and deeper with each one.

Ghost doesn't notice. No one does. Because Soap does his best to not be a bother.

But then, Soap is talking about something he likes back home and Ghost cracks his usual "speak English" joke. But this time Soap freezes.

He wants to say "I'm sorry I'm speaking my native language, that your people, to this day, are trying to eradicate and ridicule", wants to lash out, be mean, but he doesn't.

He just smiles a little, without his eyes, and tells everyone that he's going to bed. Because he knows that it's not fair to now be mad about something he usually jokes about. Deep down he knows that Ghost doesn't mean it like that, that it's their little inside joke.

But it doesn't keep him from crying in his pillow.

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Dom!Simon "Ghost" Riley x sub!reader, John "Soap" Mactavish x reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" Mactavish, reader

Summary: When a one time sexual encounter leaves you wanting more, but the rules were set the moment he entered you and now he does his best to avoid you, what is a girl to do to get what she wants? That's right, make him jealous. And if it works a little too well maybe he will give you the night of your life. Good thing you have a flirty Scotsman to mess with, perhaps if you can't get your way, you can still have fun. Only time and a bit of effort on your part will tell what goes down.

Word Count: 12.7 k

Warnings:

Part 2: What's Mine You'll Never Have

You knew what you were getting yourself into before it even started. The rule was simple enough: this was a one time thing, a no strings attached fuck that would end and never be spoken of again because it just so happened to be with a man in a higher rank than you who had a reputation to uphold. Agreeing was the easy part; honestly, you would have done whatever was asked of you in that moment for a ride  as the heat between you both rose, his touch sending shocks down your limbs, and if one and done was all you got you were going to jump on it with complete pun intended. It wasn’t as if you care for him; really you could barely stand him on a good day, though you would have been a liar to deny there wasn’t something erotically toxic about him.

Your superior office was a fucking beastly specimen of masculinity: broad, full chest, arms big enough that they looked like they could bend steel, thighs so fucking thick and juicy you could comfortably ride his massive cock for hours. Though you had never fully seen the face of this quiet and serious man nor knew more than the most basic information about him it did not matter, you knew before you ever saw it that what was rubbing against your thigh as he pinned you to that wall was mouth-filling enough that you needed to get your hands on it and by god you loved when were absolutely right.

That one random night had found you at the right place and the right time, when tensions were high along with his aggression and a good screwing would help take the edge off of an otherwise frustrating and fruitless mission. Things went fairly quick from when he had grabbed you by the waist and before you knew it you found yourself naked in his bed, filling the room with your whimpers as muscles pumped, bodies writhed and bucked, and sweat stained the sheets along with the rest of your combined fluids. You were made to come several times as your lieutenant unleashed himself upon you with a voracious appetite for your body that didn’t let up until your poor little cunt couldn’t take another orgasm. Exhausted and satisfied, you left him in bed with a cigarette pressed to his smirking lips set free from his mask and that was that; you’d go about your merry way a little more satisfied than usual, but otherwise not putting up a fight about the arrangement.

…Or so you thought.

It was only a couple of weeks later that the ache really set in, that one deep inside you that no matter how many times you touched yourself with those sore fingers stroking away for what felt like hours, you simply could not satisfy. Shit, you were feral with desperation for Ghost's fat fucking cock and thick tongue to make your pussy their property once more and you needed to rectify the situation fast before you developed carpal tunnel. Since your lieutenant was avoiding you like the plague ever since that night, only being near when absolutely necessary and nothing more, you would have to take matters into your own hands. 

There was so much you did not know about Ghost when it came to more personal matters, but he was a man after all and though they came in different flavors, they all could be manipulated in the same ways. You owned all you needed to bring them to their knees and with your devious little mind always working overtime you were easily able to concoct your plan to make that hulking man jealous enough to hopefully break the terms of his agreement. These were indeed desperate times and that is when desperate measures are called for. Nothing is more desperate than using jealousy as a weapon and that meant pitting two men against each other to get what you wanted, but you would deal with the moral ramifications of your actions later.

You first needed someone to use in your quest of jealousy and it was completely obvious from the moment the thought entered your mind the exact person you wanted to use to get Ghost’s attention, one that the sting of seeing you with him would hopefully cause him to act  irrationally and that person was none other than Sargent MacTavish. The two officers were close, well as close as anyone could get to Ghost, at least you were certain it would be enough that if you pulled out all the stops and put all your effort into flirting with the Scotsman, it would surely light a fire in your target. And if not, maybe if you started to give him the extra attention he seemed to want, Soap would be down to help you alleviate your little ‘problem.’ It wouldn’t be exactly what you wanted, but if you couldn’t have your first choice, then you wouldn’t be picky.

It wasn’t a huge secret around the base that the mohawked pretty boy had a bit of flirtatious nature when it came to you and so it would be nearly effortless to play into that to get the effect you wanted. Briefly you had the thought to actually tell Soap what it was you were up to, but you concluded that that left too much up to chance; what if he didn’t agree to helping you or what if knowing that you were intentionally flirting with him to get to Ghost made his reactions not as sincere or worse yet he actually tried to sabotage you? No, this had to seem spontaneous and so you kept everything tight lipped. Settling on your victim, now all you needed was a place for this little show to happen. It had to be public, preferably somewhere that alcohol was involved; liquor always heightened emotions and made for bad decisions to magically come true. If that’s what it took for Ghost to give in to you, then that was absolutely fine. 

There were times when the entire task force would venture out into the night for a bit of fun, usually after a successful mission when the mood seemed just right to let loose, so all you had to do was wait for something to happen that would be a cause for a trip to the local bar and that was the part in all of this that nearly broke you. Nothing you had done up to this point had ever been harder; your poor vibrator was begging you for a damned break and you were sure the thing would fall apart before you got the chance to implement your plan.

Finally though, you had your sinful prayers answered and you seized the opportunity with both of your devious hands. The mission you had just returned from had not been easy in the slightest, but in the end it was a success and after all the preparation and execution that had happened over the course of a few weeks, the whole team was ready to let off a little steam. The minute you heard Soap suggest the usual group outing, your filthy heart skipped a beat.

Soap was the one to ask you himself if you were going to be joining on this little rendezvous as he caught up to you right after debriefing. The way he made sure to specifically invite you stuck out as odd, as he had not done anything like this before now, but you let the thought slip to the back of your mind as the timing was just too perfect not to take full advantage of as a certain someone just so happened to be within range when he asked. 

“C'moan, lassie,” he picked, giving you a playful shove and plastering that sad puppy dog look over his face. “Please. Wilnae be na fun witoot ye.”

Just out of the very corner of your vision, you could see that brooding tower of man watching this conversation like a hawk stalking a mouse through the grass. You wondered if he could hear everything being said as well as he could see what was happening and just in case you laid it on thick; can’t waste him being around to see you getting a bit more friendly with the Sargent, given how you usually interact. 

“And what’s in it for me?” you picked back.

“Th' chance tae git wit a charmer who’s guid at chattin,” he was quick to shoot back as if the response had been rehearsed. 

You smirked. “Oh, and when will I meet this good conversationalist? Will he be joining us there?” God you were laying it on with a paint roller.

Soap shook his head with a chuckle. “Ye know as well as ah that a nicht oot wi' me is yin tae rememer,” he met you with the same energy. “ 'sides, it’ll be lonely 'ere a' by yersel' sin a' body is goin'.”

“Everyone?” you repeated, pretending to give the idea some serious thought. Waiting a few more seconds you finally gave Soap your brightest smile with a firm nod of your head as if you had just decided right then and there and hadn’t been plotting all this time like the devil you were. “Alright, I’m in. A night off base sounds like just what I need anyway. It’s about time we go out.”

“That’s whit ah lik' tae hear,” he beamed, glad you had accepted the personal invitation. 

You gave him a playful nudge from your elbow. “I just can’t say no to you, ya know? Not when you look at me like that. Just makes me fold every time.”

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Try as he might to hide it, there was no stopping the physical signs that triggered whenever you were around to give away the thoughts inside. “I’ll come grab ye at 8 'n' we kin head ower th'gither, if that’s a'right. Don’t want ye aff goin' after dark a' by yer lonesome.”

“My protector,” you gave his bulking bicep a short hug. “I’ll be waiting for you.” With a nod you parted ways and headed back to your barracks to get ready as a certain skulking member of 141 went stomping off back in the opposite direction to his own quarters in a rush.

And just as promised, right on the dot Soap was there knocking, ready to escort you off into the night. The moment you opened the door to your barracks he was stopped dead in his tracks at your appearance; it wasn’t often you got the chance to wear something other than the tactical gear that covered you from head to toe and you definitely put in the effort tonight to look your best. Your light blue crop top hugged your tits just right and matched the way your jeans clung to the curves of your hips and down the lines of your toned legs. You opted to wear your hair down with a loose curl to it and you had put on just the hint of makeup to play up your eyes and make them sparkle. It wasn’t over-the-top, but it was enough to make Soap pause and that meant you had done a good job.

“What?” you asked with a light-hearted laugh at his reaction, even though you knew exactly what it was that had left him speechless.

“Nothing,” he said while diverting his gaze. “Ye just look nice is all.”

“Don’t I always?” you sassily replied.

 Nodding his head with a raise of his eyebrows, he agreed. “Weel, can’t argie wit' that. Ye could mak' a garbage bag look guid.” 

“That’s what I thought,” you shot him a playful smile, making his temperature rise. 

Soap had to clear his throat before he could respond, already getting flustered before anything had actually happened. “Ready a' go?” he asked.

“Let’s do this,” you said as you both went off, ready to let the liquor take your cares away.

There was already a gathering at the bar when you both arrived, others getting there, grabbing a table large enough for the entire group, and diving in to the drink to get the night started. Luck, or a very well timed conversation, was on your side tonight as surprise, surprise, you found Ghost himself in tow with the gang. What made him break his streak of isolation was of no consequence, all you cared about was that this had the best potential to work and you were confident that what transpired here would make your tight hole soon be filled to the brim with him.

He sat at the opposite end of the table from you, though opting to sit on the side that gave him the best vantage point to keep his eyes on you if he wanted. His usual over-the-top skull mask had been exchanged tonight for a simple black balaclava with a white painted jaw bone structure on the bottom of it. It was interesting to actually see more of those autumn-colored iris’, though he still had his customary eye black rimming them to keep them dark and mysterious. He had also opted for jeans and a black shirt with matching jacket, something that showed off more of his body and especially that spectacular ass; fuck, you had to remember not to salivate.

The moment you and Soap walked in Ghost’s sight was drawn to you, making him freeze with his glass half raised to his lips as he took in what exactly it was you were wearing. It had been a hot fucking minute since he had the pleasure of seeing more of your curves being accentuated by something other than bulky tactical gear that hid away all this delicious full figure from his gaze. It wasn’t very hot inside the bar, but a cold sweat began to spread out across Ghost’s body as you joined the group with a playful smile on your lips, effortlessly falling into the light-hearted conversation happening around him.

It had stayed pretty innocent through the first part of the evening until you began enjoying a rousing game of Never Have I Ever that included Captain Price nearly having an aneurysm and Ghost choking on his drink when you gleefully lifted your glass to your lips for the statement “never have I ever masturbated while on night patrol”, but you weren’t bothered. There was no room to be shy when your teammates were mostly comprised of men and especially when you needed to make one squirm.

“Are you serious?!” Gaz asked astonished that you had been bold enough to admit such a thing.

You nodded your head and you downed the last of your beer. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do when you’re bored,” you smirked and you were sure Soap was going to pass out from all the blood gathering in one particular area from the image being conjured in his imagination. The night really got fun after that with mini raucous arguments exploding over who was the better at accents, with contest to match, and which song was the best to get you pumped for a raid and soon you realized you had downed another couple drinks as the laughter flowed as good as the liquor.

“Anither round boys?” Soap joyfully asked around at all present as the night had continued on. This was about round three or four, you couldn’t rightly remember at this point. He turned his attention to you sitting at his side, wanting to ask you personally with an inebriated smile spread across his lips. “How aboot it, ye up fur annur? Don’t tell me you’re gonnae tap oot noo, th' nicht is aye young.”

His eagerness to be in your close company all evening was indeed charming and if you didn’t have your eyes focused on the man who could use you like a rag doll and not even break a sweat, you might have liked to see where this would lead, but the heart wants what it wants. Or rather you should say the cunt, as that was the organ calling all the shots now. 

Shaking your head, you shot him a smile back. “Never,” you stated firmly. “I’m still in it as long as you are, pretty boy.”

“Atta lassie,” he praised enthusiastically as he got to his feet to go order another round with the bartender, hoping you wouldn’t notice how strong he was coming on; the liquor was hitting a bit harder than he realized and it was becoming increasingly obvious that he was struggling to hold it together, but you didn’t mind; in fact, you kind of liked the way it sounded. If Ghost didn’t do anything by the end of the night then you were sure you could easily get Soap to take you back to his private quarters.

You watched him go, letting your eyes linger on his objectively fine looking taut ass, before you managed a sideways glance over towards the other end of the table where he sat. Your eyes hadn’t even fully clocked Ghost yet and you could already feel that grumpy, silent, mask-clad man’s eyes boring holes into you as if he were trying to set you ablaze. There was no seeing any of his features other than his eyes through the mask, but his agitated body posture alone was evident enough that he had taken notice of your closeness with his colleague.   

Time to turn up the heat and really stick it to him; Ghost was going to regret ever taking away the pleasure of his body from your immediate access by being forced to watch you give away your own to someone else. The night was still young and you had ample opportunity to make sure he knew just how far you were willing to go to get his attention. 

Soap returned moments later with a slew of beers in hand, distributing them around those still partaking, but saving the last for you specifically just to give you that bit of extra attention. You gratefully accepted it from him, your fingers lingering over the backside of his hand as you took the glass into your grip. 

Across the way you noticed one of the two pool tables had suddenly become free as the two older gentlemen playing had called it a night. Now that’s one game that can get two people close real quick, especially if one of them pretended they didn’t know how to play at all and would need a lot of help. Soap had tried to get you to join a game with him and Gaz or Price on several occasions, but you had always said you enjoyed being a spectator more than a player, so you never took him up on it… until now.

Soap’s attention was still on you as he took a swig off his glass and you used that opportunity to nod over towards the now empty table. “Seems we’re in luck,” you pointed out and he followed your eyeline over. “Maybe it’s a full moon or some shit, but I’m in the mood to try something new and I know how many times you’ve tried to get me to have a go. Feel up to finally giving me a free lesson?”

“Ye don’t hae tae ask me twice, lassie,” he smiled. There wasn’t a chance in hell he wasn’t going to jump at the opportunity and jump he did, setting down his drink with a slosh and pushing out of his chair quick before grabbing your hand to drag you over so that another group couldn’t claim it for themselves first.

Back across the room your eyes locked on to Ghost’s and you raised a seductive eyebrow menacingly at him. It was obvious the way his upper body bristled as Soap came back with your cues and stood close beside you; it was about to get even more intimate when he showed you how to hit the billiard balls and both of you currently eye-locked knew it. Don’t like it, do something about it bitch, the look in your eyes challenged, but sadly he still sat there nursing his whiskey, though with more aggression than he had previously.

You were handed the wooden stick and you held it uncertain in your grip. “You are gonna have to start at the very beginning with me,” you chuckled, “I have no idea what I’m doing and the liquor isn’t helping.”

Soap chuckled and gave you a look. “I’ve git ye, don’t ye worry.” 

And got you he indeed did. After quickly explaining the scant amount of rules in excited and quick fashion, he demonstrated the stance you would need to take as he broke up the balls to start. Now it was your turn and you would have to be convincing. 

“Like this?” you questioned as you leaned over the table; you left plenty of room for improvement by not fully getting it right.

“Almost,” Soap said as he walked back over to where you stood in front of the shot you wanted to take. “'ere, let me hulp.”

Leaning against you to marionette your body where he wanted it to go, he maneuvered you around until you were in better form. Your back was pressed to his chest and you could feel the muscles brace against you through his t-shirt. He fit perfectly against the curve of your spine as you both tilted your bodies lower over the table and the warmth that hit your back half felt nice. Those bulked out arms covering your own definitely didn’t feel bad either. 

Not too shabby, Sargent, you silently praised. 

“Lik' this,” he said. “Ye juist pull back 'n'…”

Just as he was about make your cue strike the ball, you pretended to accidentally step back so that your ass got firmly pressed up against his crotch, making him twitch and completely butcher the hit. The stick made contact with the cue ball and sent it flying just off the edge of the table to roll across the floor away from you both. 

“Sorry,” you feigned innocence. “I fucked that up royally.”

“Nah,” he laughed with a wink as he went to grab the ball and return it to the table, “just git a unique technique is a'. We kin wirk oan that, bit ah think yu''ll need tae let me hulp ye a bit mair.” 

You both devolved into flirty laughter before continuing on with the game, Soap taking every available opportunity to correct your form just to be close to you as much as possible. And you didn’t shy away from ‘accidentally’ grinding against him from time to time just to watch him get flustered all over again. For a moment it felt nice for someone just to enjoy the pleasure of your company along with your body. 

It wasn’t until nature called that you said that you had enough for one night with a promise that you’d pick this up another time before you headed off to the bathroom to relieve yourself. It gave you a good chance to check and make sure you looked as good as you did when you got here. Although the rose had bloomed in your cheeks from the heat and the drink, you still looked just as you hoped and giving yourself a satisfied smile in the mirror, you left.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you began to head back to the table when you noticed that all the seats seemed to be filled suddenly. You counted heads, but there was one that you hadn’t seen before. Some tart had decided to take the moment to chat up Gaz and so you had no place to sit… or did you? Honestly this could not have gone better if you had written it out because now you had an excuse to do what you did next, not that you needed one, but damn was it too perfect not to take advantage of.

Ghost’s eyes were already on you again as you made your way across the bar floor and for the second time tonight you pointedly locked eyes with him, raising your eyebrow cockily, before stepping up next to Soap. As soon as he looked up to see who it was, you swung a leg over him and then the other until you were sitting in his empty lap. You could feel him freeze beneath your ass as he was surprised by this sudden change of events, but he didn’t protest this new development. Instead, one of his strong arms scooped itself around your back to your hip, making sure that you were secure on his lap so you wouldn’t think about leaving it too soon. 

“Hi,” you mischievously flashed him a smile, your faces close together.

He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself from your contact and the perky breasts near his face he was currently trying not to stare at. “Hi back,” he stammered out.

In a smooth motion, you laced one of your arms around his shoulders. “I hope this seat wasn’t taken, seems mine was though. Can’t expect me to stand the rest of the night, right?” 

“I’m nae complaining,” he admitted, giving the exposed small of your back a rub with his thumb; he felt weak at how soft your skin was beneath his touch.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” you gave him a subtle wink as you situated yourself better on his lap. “It’s a pretty good seat anyway, very comfortable. Plus it doesn’t hurt to being this close to you, get a better look at the scruffy mug.”

“Och is it?” he smirked, watching you struggle to grab your now half-empty glass and reaching across, handed it back. “Well, it's aye open tae ye, bonnie, as lang as ye lik'.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you said, taking a sip. 

You swallowed fast as you felt him risk more of a touch as he slipped his fingers just inside the back waistband of your jeans. “Nah, that’s reserved juist fur ye.”

That was it; without warning, Ghost slammed down his drink so that it splashes liquid onto the surface of the table and he quickly stood from his chair. He didn’t address anyone that had turned towards him at the outburst or even give some bullshit excuse for his departure, instead just storming out into the night without a sound. You weren’t entirely sure, but you could swear his fists were clinched tight down at his sides and nothing made you more ecstatic; that was exactly the sign you had been looking for that gave you hope that all this had not been in vain.

After another lengthy round you feigned exhaustion and made your excuses to the group to leave, commenting about how your bed was calling your name as you could barely keep your eyes open. Soap was definitely the most visibly saddened by your decision to call it a night already; he wanted to ask you to stay with him longer, but ultimately decided to keep quiet about it. Perhaps he didn’t want to rock the boat and ruin an otherwise spectacular evening spent in your company by complicating things or maybe he had gotten the vibe that there was something more to Ghost’s sudden outburst and exit, but whatever it was he gave you a smile and a wish that you get back to base safely and sent you on your merry way.

All the way back to your barracks you had a smirk plaster across your inebriated face, certain that your little ruse had achieved the outcome you had been plotting for and now all you would have to do was wait for your lieutenant to get riled up enough to come crawling back to you. Your wicked little mind wondered if his hand was already down his pants, frantically stroking his cock in an attempt to rid his mind of you or if he had already taken several ice cold showers to stop his body from burning for your own.

It filled you with a malicious glee to have this effect on such a stoic and impassible man and as you reentered your quarters, inebriated and full of yourself, you found your bed and fell back against the surface with a slew of delightful images concerning your lieutenant’s neediness floating around your head to keep you company as the alcohol wore off. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been daydreaming for when you heard the door to your barracks open. That wasn’t uncommon as it was a shared room, but what happened next absolutely was. 

*SLAM*

The force with which the door was shut rang through the room loud enough to shake the walls. The noise startled you, though you could probably take one single guess as to what the reason for such an intrusion could be and you’d be correct. Turning your head you could see all 6’4” of your superior standing there, taking up the entire doorway with his impressive form. Seems that your little ruse had worked to perfection and you could not help feeling smug about making him crack.

Ghost clocked you in your bed and could plainly see you had noticed his entry and yet you had not moved from your spot, even though decorum dictated you get to attention since he was a superior officer. Fine, you weren’t going to do as you should then you were going to be given orders and be forced to.

“Come here,” he demanded shortly, those intense brown eyes staring back at you unblinking from behind his balaclava. 

That devilish grin spread out all across your entire face as you sat up and crossed your arms over your chest. “Or what?” you pushed back to your masked superior. “It’s late, after hours in fact. Right now we are off the clock and I believe that means I don’t have to.”

One low, gravely chuckle was released from him. “Keep this up, luv, and you will find out what it means to disobey,” he threatened, his voice metered and firm. “I’ll give you one more chance before the consequences of your actions get you in fucking deep water. Come here, that’s an order.”

Doe-eyed and playing dumb you stared back before rotating your body until your legs were hanging off the side, but still you stayed seated. “What did I do, hmm?” you asked with a tilt of your head, playing pretend, but not exactly trying hard to hide the fact that you knew what it was you were being accused of. 

“Don’t you sit there and act like you don’t know, you little bitch,” he snapped, his scolding tone harsh and biting. “Everyone there tonight could see what you were doing clear as day, so there is no use in denying it. Making a spectacle of yourself and disrespecting your place on this task force.”

Shaking your head, you glared him down. “And why, sir, do you care? Didn’t like the show?” again you boldly fought back. “There is nothing saying that I can’t have a bit of extracurricular excitement with those on this team. Did Price send you to reprimand me? Cause if not I don’t see what problem you have. Or is there more to it than that that I’m just not getting? Wanna come clean about anything, sir? Was it really about what I was doing or was it more who I was doing it with. You jealous of MacTavish getting a little action?”

What had gotten in you today? You hadn’t had this much fight in you in quite a while and though he secretly enjoyed your fire as it was what drew him to you in the first place, you had disrespected him and that came with consequences. The way you used ol’ Johnny boy for your sick fucking attempt at clearly making him jealous had worked and he was not pleased with the amount of control you seemed to hold over him because of it. His cock had been hard as a rock since he left the bar and he could do nothing to ease the ache; you were going to pay for that by the end of the night.  

“Get. Up.” he growled with enough power behind it to send a shiver down your spine. “Now.”

The authority in his voice boomed through the room, intimidating enough to make you follow orders as you knew he had reached his limit and you could do nothing except genuinely fold and comply out of sheer intimidation alone. He meant business.

“You want to act a brat and sass me, then you get punished as one. Or did you forget I am still your superior?” he seethed as he gripped your wrist and yanked you towards him once you were within range. His grip around your arm was strong; there was no way you were getting out of his grasp even if you fought it. “You’re coming with me and I don’t want to hear any arguing, so don’t try it. Fight me and you will regret it.”

“And just where are we going?” you asked. If this was really a reprimand for your behavior, wouldn't your barracks be just fine? No, this was something more.

He whetted his lips under his mask, but ultimately kept quiet. Talk could come later once you had gotten to the destination, right now he had to focus on not loosing his mind before he had a chance to let you have it for what you did. You watched wide eyed and silent as he dragged you out of your barracks and through the facility back to his own private quarters, not caring who saw what, and once there he was pulling you inside and bolting the door behind the both of you. No one would be hindering his disciplining now, nor what he planned to do to you afterward. 

Satisfied that the entrance to his room was secured, he threw your back against the door, the sound from the hit ringing through the silence. Another bang sounded from his tattooed forearm also hitting the door just above your head as he rested it there so that he could lean down enough to get into your face. His chest was almost pressed to you and you could feel the heat radiating off of him along with a strong scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke on his breath and gunpowder on his fingers that all mixed together to drive you mad. 

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, hmm?” he spat angrily in your face, the outline of his lips just visible through the fabric of his skull-painted balaclava. “Throwing yourself at Johnny like a fucking trashy whore. The whole bar could see you being a pathetic mess and for what? I knew I was right in going tonight to keep an eye on you because you just can’t help yourself, can you? How fucking dare you pull that shit in front of everyone.”

You kept your eyes on his, never letting his gaze drift from your own. “So what if I did? Like I already said, it shouldn’t matter because you don’t own me. I didn’t make you come keep an eye on me, you did it all on your own and now you have to suffer the consequences.”

Being this close to you again was agony, your body within his reach that all he had to do was take what he wanted, and the ache in his cock that started in the bar was too much to ignore anymore; goddamn the pressure was enough that he felt himself about to explode. There was no more waiting if he wanted this interaction to last longer than a few minutes, and he definitely wasn’t going to be letting you go anytime soon, so reaching down the front of him he undid his pants with his free hand. 

Buckle jingling and the audible zip of a fly lowering hit your ears and he was able to release that thick, fat cock of his. He looked back up into your eyes with a predator’s gaze and groaned low and guttural as he gave his phallus several drawn out strokes, wetting his length with the bit of precum that had dripped out of the uncut tip.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” he snapped as he seethed at your audacity. “You are on thin ice so I suggest you stop while you are ahead.”

His anger only confirmed it for you that you had gotten under his skin. A short, quick breath was pushed out of your nose as you shook your head. “With full disrespect sir,” you breathed, “why don’t you make me.”

Oh you had done it now. “You wanna tease me like the dirty slag you are, deliberately misbehaving clearly just to get my attention, then you have to accept the consequences when you get it the way that you did,” his words were sharp and firm, punctuated with grunts as he worked himself. 

“Let me guess, sir, I’m gonna have to suck it to make up for my act,” you balked with a sassy roll of your eyes, still a bit of fire in you that he had yet to quell. “How creative.”

Ghost shook his head with a low, malicious laugh. “You that greedy for me, princess? Gonna take whatever you can get your lips around? You are pathetic.” 

He knew just how to take care of a bratty little bitch like yourself; he was a true master at knowing exactly how to make bad girls fold and come to heel for him. “Don’t stand there and act like I don’t know how much you would enjoy that, choking on this fat dick until your eyes are watering. I remember how your makeup ran down your cheeks that night and how it felt like you’d rather suck me off then breathe. If you think I’m about to give you exactly what you want, you’re fucking mistaken baby. No, I have something worse in store for you.”

Tucking his throbbing cock back into his pants, he grabbed both of your bare wrists in one of his large hands while the other went to his belt. With a sharp tug, he wrenched it free from the belt loops and quickly wrapped it around your wrists to bind your hands together before opening the door just enough to place the tail end in between the top of the door and the door frame, shutting and locking it again once he had it secure. A sharp jerk as he pulled it tighter around your wrists made the leather dig into your flesh and you gasped at the feeling.

Once he was sure you weren’t going anywhere, Ghost slid himself off of you so that he would have full unbridled access. Nothing could stop him now from taking the hem of your jeans and yanking them down without undoing the button and off your legs, leaving you exposed to him in nothing but your delicate panties, the same ones he remembered from that damned night that sealed his fate now. 

“You want to come clean about what you were doing at the bar or will I be forced to fuck the confession out of you?” he asked. “Say that you did all that just to make me jealous and I may go easier on you.”

Slowly you opened your eyelids to him, tilting your head upward with a devious smirk. “I don’t have to admit to shit,” you returned with bite to your tone, “not when whatever the answer could be is irrelevant; all that is important is that it worked.”

He shook his head side to side; he should have known you were still too spicy to come to heel yet, but you would. By God you would bend to him. “ Suit yourself, sweetheart. You are about to be taught a good, hard lesson; brats like you need to be disciplined well or else they get too full of themselves. You should have never made me watch that disgusting display of you throwing yourself at another man,” he growled angrily. 

He wasted no time in collecting the crotch of your delicate panties with his fingertips and wrenching them to the side. He didn’t stop until he had ripped them from your body and tossed the delicate shreds away behind him. “I could smell the desire leaking off Soap like goddamn cologne, just as much as I smell the scent of your arousal for me now. I was so close to caving his skull in to see him put his hands you on like that and you just fucking let him. Baby girl, you need to learn who it is you belong to right here and fucking now.”

Shit, you may have just bratted yourself too close to the sun on this one, but there was no turning back now. You knew the consequences were going to be dire as that primal side of your lieutenant took over and you would simply have to accept every single delicious bit of his wrath that he gave you. Oh no, how horrible it would be to get exactly what you wanted. 

There was no warning about what he was plotting until you felt his hand slip down between your thighs, parting them easily as a knife in warm butter, and one of those thick fingers sliding between the petals of your sex towards your entrance, gathering as much of your slick as he could on his digit before inserting it fully into your core up to the knuckle. “Greedy bitch, I can feel you taking in my finger like it’s nothing,” the backhanded praise sent shivers down your spine as he began to work feverishly at your G spot, with rough and intense movements; there would be no easing into this, you did not deserve that luxury. 

Rhythmically he pumped that finger in and out of you as his opposite hand held your pelvis in place while you writhed and arched your back against the door. Instinctively, your hips bucked against his hand, trying to make as much contact with him as possible as you struggled with your hands above your head; you needed more, you needed it all. You had waited too long for this.

“Does my greedy girl need another?” he asked slyly, though not waiting long enough for your reply before slipping in another digit into your already dripping cunt.

“God,” you groaned, head back and mouth open as you were deliciously stretched out even further.

Ghost chuckled at how easy you were breaking for him. “God isn’t here sweetheart. You’ll have to deal with me right now.”

His pace was relentless and even with those tough, calloused fingers he knew how to use them better than any toy. It was too much to handle and your body responded in kind, your back arching wildly each time he struck that lovely little bean over and over again, the sweat clinging to your forehead as your body took every bit of his relentless assault on your sanity while your toes curled against the hard floor. Minute after minute, his full attention focused solely on you, each stroke along that incredibly sensitive bundle of nerve endings drawing you increasingly closer to that razors edge and threatening to violently throw you off. 

There was no need for you to speak it aloud first, Ghost knew you were close just by the way your body spoke to him: your head falling back against the surface of the door with eyes fluttering closed and your breathing quickening as that pressure built to the peak. It was in that moment where your orgasm was in sight that you whispered its arrival was near and he made his move; you were going to regret confirming it for him. Suddenly his fingers were ripped completely out of you, leaving you mewling for the feeling of him again as the sensation dissipated. 

“Goddammit, I was so close,” you snipped at him, shooting daggers through your irate glare.“I thought you liked me and then you pull this shit.”

The absurdity of your statement made him scoff. “And what would ever give you that idea? I don’t have to like you to fucking own you sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.” Your body shook as you squeezed your bare thighs together tightly, hoping that the friction would be enough to finish it, but the moment was gone and you were just left frustrated. 

Ghost’s knee found your thighs and slipped between them to kept them separated as your wetness soaked into his pants leg; you weren’t going to come yet until he was ready for you to and that would be some time as your penance had not been paid in full quite yet. “That is the goal, isn’t it babe? Why you went to all this fucking trouble? That’s why you’ll stand there and take what I give you like the good little whore you are and maybe when I’m finished I’ll give you what you crave most and stuff you completely full.”

From the moment you left him that night weeks ago, his cock still slathered in your cum as he sucked down cigarette after cigarette to calm himself from the intensity of that first encounter, he instantly regretted making you agree to this being a one time ordeal. No one had ever made his body come alive like that, nor had anyone been able to keep up with his incredible stamina like you could. The moment he buried himself in you he was addicted and desperately needed more and try as he might to keep himself sane by jacking off at a rate that would rival that of a teenage boy, it would never come close to the way your silky, tight walls felt clamped down around him. 

“And what if I don’t?” you shot back. “What if I continue to push you for making me go to all this trouble to get you to fuck me again? You were the one who set that fucking ridiculous rule about it being one time and yet the moment I try and get my fix somewhere else, here you come again.”

“I can bloody well change my mind,” he stated firmly, laying down his ruling to supersede everything else that had come before. “The way that watching Soap touch you made my blood boil, watching him take something away from me that I alone had, I cannot let that slide not even with him. I want to be the only one that knows that you feel like, what you taste like, what you fuck like. No one can have you, no one can touch you, ever again. I don’t give a fuck what I have to do, I will make sure that you belong to me and only me, little girl.”  

Pulling up his balaclava just above the tip of his nose as leaned over your body, his raw, yearning mouth latched on to the thick of your hip as he sucked and bit down at the place he had seen Soap’s hand touch, removing any trace of him from your body and replacing it with visible marks that belonged to him. There was no stopping there, though; he wanted markings across all parts of your body so that everyone could see where he had been, where you had been claimed by him, and he wanted you to be reminded each time you looked in the mirror. 

“This is mine and this and this,” he whispered desperately as he released your skin from his mouth intermittently to breathe as his handiwork continued along up and down your burning flesh. “No one can touch you like this ‘cept me.”

Already being stimulated and denied release, every single embrace of his mouth left you reeling in pleasure and the way those soft lips caressed your body mixed with the sharp pain from his bites left you a puddle in his hands. “Please,” the plea fell from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut to keep it from escaping.

That whimper sent a trail of goosebumps across his skin, making Ghost moan deep in the back of his throat. Hearing you beg was the most beautiful music that had ever graced his ears and it only added fuel to the fire raging inside of him. All at once his shirt felt ungodly hot clinging to his body and so releasing you from his mouth he stood up and wrenched it off quickly over the top of his head to throw it away haphazardly to the floor. 

There it was, that fucking gorgeous broad chest lightly covered with a sparse amount of blonde hair amassed in the center of his pectorals that thinned out as it spread and continued in a line down his wide torso and into his pants, leading directly to that glorious appendage. His line of work made sure to keep him in top physical condition so that he exuded a virile energy that made your fucking knees buckle out from under you and even though his chest was a mix of scars and marks like a road map of the type of life he had lived, it did not matter; he was a god amongst men and you would do anything for even a single glimpse of that mouth-watering happy trail. You could not take your hungry eyes off of it. If your hands weren’t bound you would have already been running your fingers along it before your lips could follow.

“Turn around,” he order roughly, breaking you out of your stupor at his bare chest, “face the door and arch your back. Now, princess.”

It was a struggle to rotate yourself around with your hands locked above your head, but with the promise that he was about to fuck you senseless you got into position before him, rotating your body around and putting enough curve in your back that he could enter you easily. You waited not so patiently to have that feeling of his hands digging into your hips so that he could thrust into you, but what you found instead was the sharp sting of his palm connecting with your bare ass, making it vibrate. 

“Fuck, so beautiful the way it bounces like that,” he groaned as another smack was placed directly on top of the first. “You body was made for punishment. Isn’t that right, baby? Let’s get in a few more for good measure.”

Another smack, but the sting did nothing other than make you whine for more as that large mitt of his cupped the entirety of your backside. His intensity was obviously best when he was given free reign to do what he deemed necessary, even his discipline felt like ecstasy as the sting of it mixed with the pleasure coursing through your veins to make you delirious and ride that razors edge between pain and desire. A few more swift smacks and his handprint was a bright red sign upon your cheek; he couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork and knowing you’d have a glaring reminder tomorrow of him when you couldn’t sit down properly without wincing. 

You were ready to take as much as he was willing to give when you felt him pulling your hips forward a little more so your were on the balls of your feet before he  dropped down onto his knees. His face was now perfectly aligned with your as and  with a firm grip he spread your legs open as far as he could comfortably get them before he was leaning his face in; he needed a fucking taste. Those full lips placed a few quick kisses to your silky, bare petals before his wide tongue opened you up slowly and deliberately as he dragged it the length of your sex to collect as much of your juices as he could on his tongue. Goddamn you were so fucking sweet. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, his vocal chords vibrating against your entrance as the taste of you filled his mouth and tingled on his taste buds. The pad of his tongue hit your clit and your jolted into the door, the over-stimulation sending shock waves through your needy body. The lieutenant became no better than a dog lapping at you with reckless abandon, a man possessed and intoxicated by how the heat from your thighs felt against his face as he absolutely worshiped that sweet little pussy. Those fingertips digging into the meat of your hips tingled as his hunger for you consumed him; he would have been content to lap at your juices for hours until his face was smothered, until he couldn’t breathe and his mask had your scent fused into the fibers.

Even faster than before, the feeling of that beefy tongue playing around your clit with his nose nudging eagerly against your entrance brought you back to the edge of your orgasm. Tears streamed out from the corner of your eyes and onto your chest as your overstimulated sex yearned for completion, hoping that at least this time you would be allowed to come all over his mysterious face. You gripped your finger tighter in your bound hands to hold on for dear life.

“That tongue is gonna kill me,” you cried out, your legs shaking as they did their best to keep you upright. “Fuck, yes baby, make me come.”

That was the one thing that Ghost did not want to hear yet, as it meant that his feast would have to end even though he wasn’t done with his teasing yet. He meant every single word of the promise he made to discipline you for your disrespect and he intended to keep it; you weren’t going to leave his bed this time without being completely and utterly obsessed with him and all he could do for you. With a frustrated but ultimately satisfied sigh, he pulled his tongue away and locked your hips into place with his hands to keep you from backing up against him until he was clear of your cunt. 

You whimpered and whined so pathetically you did not even care about sounding tough anymore. This was too much for anyone to handle and all you wanted was for him to give you your deserved release. Burying your face against the hard surface of the door, you continued your barrage of annoyed and desperate sounds until a gentle touch helped you to turn over to face him once again.

As he came into view, you could see just how much damage had been done to the beast of a man before you. That mask of his was soaked from your juices and his saliva had rolled down to his chin making him look feral. The fabric was so stuck to the center of his face that it was gonna be a bitch to remove, but that twisted grin plastered on his face let you know that he had enjoyed every last second of being buried between your legs. 

“Are you going to behave for me from now on?” he growled as he wiped his exposed mouth with the back of his hand. Silently you nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words, baby girl,” he demanded. “Say ‘I will be a good girl for you’, say ‘I’ll never stray again’.”

You licked your parched lips. “I will be a good girl for you,” you whined. “So good, I’ll never stray again.”

“Say ‘I belong to you and only you’. Moan it, loud. I want them to hear it outside that fucking door.”

“I belong to you and only you, I promise baby,” you reassured as loudly as you could, not giving a fuck who heard it and secretly wanting someone to. “I don’t want anyone, but you.”

“You’re fucking right, luv. You are my property. Mine,” he growled and just like that it was over; you had served your time and now you both had earned that little death that would drown you in ecstasy.

Those lips that had touched everywhere except your own finally connected as Ghost leaned into your trembling naked body. You could taste yourself on his mouth as his lips danced aggressively with your own, pressing so hard you could feel a swelling from the pressure; another part for him to needlessly claim as it was already his. Reaching above your head he undid the restraints to let your wrists fall free, returning your arms back to you. Immediately you made your way to the waistband of his pants still loosely hanging on about his waist and hungrily tried to push them down off his hips; that cock was yours and you weren’t taking no for an answer anymore. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded as he held your hand against his hip, “you want me to fuck you good and proper, you know what I’m going to want.”

Fuck, your clit was so swollen you thought you would pass out, your body sweaty and aching something fierce. All you wanted was to relieve the pressure, have him to throw you onto his bed and open your legs so that he could rut into you like the absolute cum slut you were. You whimpered when you realized he still had enough sense to continued to torture you. 

Simon leaned in closer, his chest firm against your scant top so that your breasts were pressed to him. “Just start moving those beautiful lips for me,” he purred in that gravely tone that he played up for the effect of making you throb harder for him, “and beg. If you want me to get that fucking ache deep inside, I’m going to need a bit more from you.”

There was no more fight left in you to disobey him; whatever he wanted you would give in without question just to have him let you come. “P-please,” you said with agitation that you had been broken. 

His strong, rough grip found your jawline to hold still as he ran his large thumb across your lips before he leaned in forward. His warm breath hit your earlobe as he rested at the side of your head. “Please, what?” he pushed, his voice lowering into that register that made you wild. “Use your words and say my name; I need you to get used to using it. You’ll be screaming it often after tonight. Say: Fuck me Simon, please.”

Through gritted teeth you tried to remain sane. “Please, fuck me Simon,” you repeated the phrase he had given you to parrot. This was the first time you had ever used his real name and fuck did it feel perfect tumbling off your tongue. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, “that wasn’t good enough.”

He scooped you up in his arms and quickly moved you both over to his bed where to shoved you down onto the surface while pulling your crop top and bra up over your head in one move. Those pants that had somehow stayed put around his hips all this time were finally shoved off the curve of his ass and onto the ground, leaving him exposed in all his beautiful glory as he took his seat next to you on the mattress. 

Roughly you were pulled directly over his lap, his throbbing phallus waiting impatiently between your dripping thighs. He took one leg into each of his large hands to spread you wide and tilted you both back so that he could better position himself under your entrance and when he was aligned he situated his cock between your petals and rocked you back and forth to coat him as he teased your core. You squirmed in his grasp, trying to move your hips so that he would enter you, but it was no use; he had you in his grasp and at his mercy.

“Now,” he cleared his throat, breathing deeply to slow his rapid heartbeat as he stroked himself through you. “Repeat it again or you will have to wait longer, luv.”

Goddamn him for having so much fucking control. How could anyone be expected to be anything less than a fucking mess when a giant of a man is encompassing your entire body with his massive one as his cock was teasing your aching hole by being so close and yet so far from hitting the back of your cervix? Under those circumstances you were doing quite fucking well. 

“P-please, Simon, fuck me,” you said louder and more enthusiastically this time. “Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Until the walls know the sound of my moans, until the entire unit knows how well I scream your name. Fuck, please baby I need it.”

Those hands holding up your thighs dug in further to the supple flesh with strong fingertips enough to make you gasp. “Good girl,” he praised. “You’re such a fucking whore for me, aren’t you? And now I am going to ruin you for anyone else.”

He rocked you both back and then forward quickly to where you were pushed down over top of his cock as he thrust upward with his pelvis. The action made you take him in down to the hilt all at once and filled you completely until you could not take another centimeter. 

“Fuck,” he groaned forcefully as you took him all in… so tight, so wet, he could feel his muscles strain as he bottomed out inside you.

You mewled at the feeling of him stretching you out so quickly, his girth almost more than the walls of your pussy could handle. Fuck, you were so full of him that when he finally pulled out of you it would feel so goddamn empty it would physically hurt. A twitch of that ungodly thick appendage inside you made you whine. 

“That’s right,” he praised, “take it all, I know you can, you little bitch. Uuugh…goddamn.”

Those powerful arms locked themselves around your waist as he used your body as his own personal fleshlight, making you bounce with force up and down on him at his unyielding pace; you may have been the one to be punished, but making him wait was just as much torture and he had to reclaim every last second of time he was not inside of you by fucking you with a ferocity that left you completely destroyed. You could only sit and take every last delectable inch that he gave you as his massive girth stretched your walls with every thrust of his pelvis upward. The room was filled with the wet, sticky music of your bodies slapping against each other as he worked your hole as if this was the last chance he would get to fuck you and he needed to make it count. This wasn’t love, not something tender, but only pure animalistic lust and the more he stroked in and out of you the more he needed. Simon’s mind was consumed with only you and how you made him feel in that moment: powerful.

“I should call Soap in here and make him watch you get fucked like this by me,” the gravel in his thickly accented voice getting even deeper with the ungodly feeling of you wrapped so tight around him as he pounded slow and hard into you over and over again. “Would you like that, hmm? Making your little boy toy watch you get fucked by a real man, letting him know that what he got tonight is all he is ever going to get from you? You want him to hear you screaming my name while I fill this sweet pussy with all I got?”

Fucking hell he was voracious in his need to claim you and it made your body shiver from being overwhelmed with animalistic prowess. No one had ever wanted you this much, especially a man at the peak of his masculine power, and the exhilaration of being so completely desired beyond reason was overwhelmingly euphoric. 

“Yes,” your slack-jawed mouth breathed out. “I want everyone to know I’m yours. That they can’t touch me or else. I want to show everyone what a good girl I am for you and only you.” 

“Oh, fuck baby,” he whimpered as your words made your body respond by contracting around him as you bore down with the conviction of your statement, “I can feel you clenching around me. My little whore loves to think about everyone knowing our secret, doesn’t she?”

Goddammit, that was such an erotic thought, making Johnny or anyone really watch as he owned you. It was like the type of domination a dog feels when marking its territory; Simon would have loved for the whole damn team to see your tits bounce as you rode his cock, your cries of pleasure being the soundtrack to the show.  

Harder and faster, his frenzied pace drilled his cock into you relentlessly as those thoughts  filled his mind and made him ravenous for the sensation of your body. He had waited so long for this, dreampt of this, pleaded for this, and it felt just as exhilarating as that first time if not more because now he knew he could have this whenever the fuck he wanted. If he could have kicked his own ass for trying to deny you both from this bliss, he would have in an instant, but never again would he let this go.

Those strong arms wrapped around your middle to keep you steady as he held on so tightly you felt your torso being crushed, but it did not matter as the angle of his penetration hit its mark consistently each and every time. You leaned fully back into him, your arms wrapping backward around his shoulders so that you could rest your head on them while your ear was filled with the sound of his primal grunting. 

His view was instantly filled with your perky chest jiggling as each of his thrusts sent shock waves through you to make them dance and goddamn was it a delicious sight. Since your arms secured you more to him, he was able to release one of his from around your waist and it slithered up so that his hand could find it’s place around your neck; such a perfect necklace for his special girl, one befitting of your unique tastes. 

“Do you even know what I would do for you? Do you know how deep my lust for you goes? How much I want to possess you?” he growled as his hand tightened around your slender throat. 

Without warning he had pulled out of you only briefly so that he could aggressively flip you over onto your back, getting into position by kneeling in front of you as he threw your legs onto his broad, sculpted shoulders before he gripped your hips and instantly reentered you. The new position helped him to reach even deeper and you mewled loudly, your head flying back as your hands clenched his sheets in your fists at the sensation. You pulled your head up to look into his eyes as he again picked up his desperate pace, his abs glistening with sweat as they contracted and released after each thrust. Those brown eyes sparkled with a fire you had never seen before and you loved it. 

“I would burn this place to the fucking ground just to bury myself in that perfect cunt as much as I please,” he growled deep and primal. “Fucking hell baby, I won’t be able to ever get enough.” 

Those words were the catalyst for the warmth now spreading out from within your belly to making your limbs tingle as everything was focused on your orgasm. It was so close you could taste it and you felt confident that this was the time he would let you finally release; there was no way he could stop himself, not with the way his hips were pounding into you. 

“I am yours to use whenever you please,” you groaned as your body writhed wildly. “Use me, fucking use me.”

You keep talking like that and you wouldn’t be able to perform your duties for the 141 because you’d be kept far too exhausted to function by him making sure you stayed plastered around his dick constantly. That wasn’t a bad idea at all, having you at his beck and call whenever he needed it: after a stressful mission, during the middle of an uneventful one, at all hours whenever he needed a quick fix where he could simply pull you into any secluded space. This was the start of something destructive, but screw it this is what he wanted and god did that put him on the very edge of his own orgasm.

“Oh God, oh fucking God, Simon,” your husky breath carried the words upon it for the third and hopefully final time, breaking him from his thoughts as your cries to the heavens could only mean one this.  

And shit did that make Simon smile; after all the time he had edged you this night there was no chance in hell you wouldn’t come with fury. “That’s it, luv,” he praised as he kept the pace steady, “you going come for me? Your orgasm belongs to me and I demand it.”

“Fuck, Simon, just don’t stop,” you whined.

That is exactly what he did, not changing a single thing that would disrupt the gathering sensation of ecstasy inside your core. No, this train was barreling down the tracks faster by the minute and he craved above all else to be brought to his own end by your climax alone. To feel those silky walls flutter around him before you clamped down hard, squeezing him just right so that he would be forced to come; he wouldn’t settle for anything less.

“Come for me,” he demanded as he tried desperately to hold off from bursting, “let me feel that pussy clench.”

A few more pumps of him deep in your core and that was it, like a hot flash of white light you cried out in shaky whimpers as your orgasm tore through with such force you nearly shot off the bed as your back arched and your hips bucked harshly into him. “Goddammit Simon, fuck.”

Through your cries he picked up the pace and finally the warmth that had been building shot through his body, coursing like a burning river of fire through his veins as he ripped his cock out of you and through your thighs from your legs still perched on his shoulders to cover your stomach in his steaming hot semen. The roar he released as his body shook while he drained his cock dry over top of you until he had no more left in him to give sounded like a wild animal and you could not have enjoyed it more than you did; you were the one to make him come with such force he was reduced to his more basic instincts.

Simon’s head hung slack against your calves as his unsteady breath slowly returned to a more tolerable rhythm and only then did he remove your legs from his shoulders and rolled over to sit beside you, an exhausted sack of flesh completely sated for the moment. Leaning over he reached under the edge of the bed, producing an old t-shirt out from under it which he handed to you so that you could wipe his milky fluids off your torso.

He was already sitting back propped against his pillows with a cigarette in his mouth by the time you finished up and you moved back in the bed to join him. Holding out his fingers with the lit stick of tobacco between them, he offered you a hit and you graciously took it; this was an intense night worthy of a bit of nicotine to take the edge off. 

With a more relaxed gaze he looked upon  you, admiring the bright flush of your cheeks that was also spread across your chest and the contented glisten in your eyes, all evidence that he had done his job. Bringing his hand up he combed his fingers through your hair until he reached the back of your head where he held them wrapped in the strands a moment. “You did so well for me baby,” his stern praise soothed. “And are you going to continue to be my perfectly little slut?”

You nodded your head, just gazing back into those amber eyes that looked on your wrecked state as if you were a masterpiece. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” the corners of his mouth upturned slightly as he took back his cig from you to take another lazy drag. “I suggest you rest up now sweetheart because once I can get it back up we are going to go at least one more round before I’m finished. We still got plenty of night left and we are going to take full fucking advantage of it.”

A main course and dessert? That was more  than agreeable, considering how long you had waited for this to happen in the first place. “Fine,” you said as you rolled onto your side, resting your arm on your hip with a sudden renewed sense of entitlement quickly coming back on, “but this time I will be the one on top. Otherwise you can kiss this sweet ass goodbye as I walk right out that door.”

Simon chuckled. “Oh you are a tough one to crack, sweetheart. Best be glad that precious little cunt you have resting between those legs is more than worth the trouble. And that I am a man that loves a challenge. This whole thing is just getting started and I am more than confident that by the end I will have broken this feral kitten into a perfectly docile house cat.”

You hoped he would fucking try cause what a ride that would be, but if anyone could break you it would be him. He handed the cig back to you one more time and you again accepted it. “We shall see, sir,” you breathed out the smoke from the side of your mouth. “We shall see.”

Challenge accepted. 

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On the other side of the door, a set of unaware prying ears had caught wind of noise as they passed by. They had not meant to, but curiosity is a bitch of a temptress and soon they were within range enough to clearly hear the moans and whimpers, the groans and growls, currently reverberating off the walls of the room. The person had not realized where it was they found themselves as they had simply been taking a walk to clear their head, but soon it became apparent that this was the private quarters of that misanthrope of a lieutenant. 

At first they couldn’t help but snicker under their breath, congratulating the quiet man at getting some action because why not? It wasn’t until the voice of the female had actually began to speak instead of moan that their blood pressure rose and they could feel their heartbeat in their ears. It was you that Ghost was currently making come and that did not sit right with them, not at all. 

Who said he got to lay claims when they were the one putting in all the effort, when there had clearly been chemistry between you both? No, this wasn’t how it was going to be. He would not take this lying down, rolling over and showing his belly in intimidation by the much bigger officer as he stole you away all to himself. The eavesdropper had as much stake in you as him and if Ghost thought he could simply take you as easily as that, then he had another thing coming.

A mohawked head quickly turned about face and headed back to his own quarters, drunkenly promising himself that it did not matter what Ghost had made you promise or what you had just declared through your sated ecstasy, he would show you that he could be just as every bit as good as the old lieutenant himself.    

[thisfanisgonesorry]

obsessed — john price ft. 141

kinktober day 1: public sex (w/ ale, rudy, gaz, soap + ghost)

posting this prematurely because someone brought me cod vault and i need to suck them off

tags: public sex (exhibition, shocker), orgasm denial, light panty stuff, creampie, claiming, all that good good, light homoeroticism, gaz is a funny guy idc, accidental soap bashing rofl

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“This is what happens when you eye up my girl.” He started, speaking sternly, his hand wrapped possessively around my waist as I wore the most revealing outfit I owned at his command; he grabbed one hand and spun me around with a soft grin on his face, dancing me around as a ‘humble’ brag.

The soldiers surrounding him seemed uneasy by the unknown. They were afraid of their ‘punishment’, most of them quickly averted their eyes from the outfit that left not a lot to the imagination.

I took my seat on the coffee table in his quarters. The lads were conned into coming over for something considerably less crude, something or other to do with catching up and drinks, implied by the glasses of whiskey with melting ice and the calmness increasingly leaving the atmosphere. The Captain took a slow stroke of my hair, his hand cupping my cheek and angling my face to look up at him. The men sat there uncomfortably, knowing that they’d be unable to leave until they were officially dismissed.

“She’s just so gorgeous, ain’t she?” He hummed.

The room was filled with a dreaded silence, and they all hesitated to respond, exchanging glances in an attempt to figure out what the correct answer was.

“I asked something.” He snapped. “Come on, haven’t got all fuckin’ day.”

“Yes.” Simon responded with a nod, gesturing to the others with command on what he felt was the right way to go about this tricky situation. “She is gorgeous.”

“Yeah, what he said.” They began to agree in unison, hoping that the Ghost would guide them out of this since it was like walking through a minefield, though some would agree that a minefield would be less stressful.

Price furrowed his eyebrows, circling around the coffee table like a hawk, attempting to intimidate the men. “How gorgeous?” He spoke to the Sergeants, avoiding Simon’s gaze as he attempted to weasel the group out of Price’s game. He knew that Simon was figuring it out quickly, almost too quickly.

Simon and Mactavish, who seemingly shared a glance, attempting to connect dots. Soap silently spoke to his Lieutenant, airing his suspicions, and Simon responded with a ‘down, boy’ as they both realised what was actually happening, Soap deduced it quickly, and the other was afraid to be incorrect in his assumptions, not airing it aloud until it was certain, though their mutual conclusion made them both more confident in their chances of being correct.

Alejandro and Rodolfo shared a knowing glance also, lowering their voices and dipping their heads as they had their own private discussion. “¿Estás bromeando? ¿Qué decimos?”, “No lo sé, hace cosas raras.” They quickly spoke as the others shrunk under Price’s gaze, his back to them as he paid little attention to their conversation. “Tal vez deberíamos habernos quedado en México.” They mutually agreed.

“Most gorgeous I’ve ever seen.” Soap spoke up, using his Lieutenants guidance. Mactavish knew that if his Lieutenant thought it was the right thing to do, especially when it comes to Price, it most likely was.

“Maybe too gorgeous..” Kyle snickered to himself with implication, trying to relieve the tension in the air. Everyone was afraid of whatever the Captain was planning — and Kyle was the only one willing to test him despite his respect for him. He was, for the most part, in the know but he hadn’t put it together the same way that Riley and Mactavish did.

Captain Price and Kyle shared a knowing look, and John knew that he’d been figured out by enough of them that he could push forward.

“Baby..” He cooed, turning me to face him again, grabbing my face harshly and making me look at Kyle, his other hand drifted down to the bottom of the skimpy shirt, lifting it up slowly, letting it bunch up above my chest. “Show them your pretty tits.” 

His hands palmed at the lace bra, a smug look plastered on his face as the other men were unsure how to respond. Their faces flushed with nervousness, unsure if they should be watching or not, though as the scene progressed, they were more comfortable in their shamelessness. 

“Lo retiro. Me gusta aquí en Estados Unidos.” 

“Hold up your skirt for me.” John spoke again, I followed his instructions and he spread my legs. He turned his head to face the other men. “Any of you lads wanna see how wet her cunt is?”

Kyle tries to stand up from his seat, his intentions not entirely clear, though Rudy and Alejandro grab him and pull him back down quickly, not patient enough to deal with his practical jokes and firmly held him in place. Price knew Simon wouldn’t volunteer on his own, so he raised his eyebrow at Mactavish. He squinted back, and John gave a slight smirk. He manhandled me, swerving my body around so my spread legs faced the iconic duo, though the small couch meant they all got the perfect view

Their eyes were glued at the wet patch forming on the white panties.

“Mierda.” Alejandro choked out. “Joder, Rudy—”

“Justo contigo.”

Simon was entranced, but was the only one able to drag his eyes away from the view, even if only momentarily. “Captain..” He started. “Could I ask.. What’s the damn point of this?”

“The point?” He questioned, positioning himself on the table behind me, letting the boys get an amicable view of the woman he was graciously claiming in front of their eyes. His hands continued to palm at my bra, he was greedy with want, ‘subtly’ displaying his intent.

“What’re you trying to get at?”

He smirked, one of his hands falling down and rubbing at the wetness. “Like you can’t figure that out?” He shrugged, slipping his fingers under the waistband and sliding in with ease. “You must think I’m stupid, I know how you all act, you want ‘er for yourselves.”

His words were met with awkward silence which worked as an admission of guilt. He had a smug grin, knowing he’d caught them red handed, and they processed what this truly meant. My face flushed red, turning my head to the side and biting my lip as the eyes on my body doubled in size, even Simon was getting some form of enjoyment out of it. It was arousing, yet I couldn’t help but attempt to restrain myself.

“Why so shy, baby girl?”

“Mhm, they’re watching.” I mumbled back, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the men despite the temptation.

“That’s the point.” He whispered, leaning in to press a kiss into my neck, letting his beard scratch at my nape. He began moving his hands more graciously, speaking sweetly and planning deviously. “C’mon, moan for me, princess. Put on a show.”

“Ah, fuck, John—” I moaned out.

“That’s cruel.” Mactavish commented with a grim expression.

“Keep goin’, princess.” He laughed softly, making me squirm under his fingers. “Want me to take your panties off? Show ‘em how your cunt clenches around my fingers?”

“Por favor.” Alejandro and Rodolfo pleaded in mutual agreeance once again. “Por favor buena coño. muéstranos?”

“You’re sick, Price.” Simon spoke, though his eyes didn’t leave the conjoinance. John, the other one, simply frowned, knowing he had to hear the sweet sounds of his name being moaned, and yet it’s not even for him. Both duos simply held their breaths, trying to keep their cool, the other man was unreadable, letting the lust behind his eyes be the only emotion he displayed, he respected Price, but there’s only so much strength a man could hold.

“You’re sick.” John spoke firmly. “Thinkin’ about my girl like this, just givin’ you what you want.” He spat. “Watching you’s get hard in y’fuckin’ pants at the sight.”

“Like it’s our fault?” Mactavish spat back.

“John—”

“Like that!” He growled. “You think I’m not meant to find that fuckin’ sexy?”

“Oi, settle.” Simon interrupted with a demanding bark.

Price furrowed his eyebrows, retracting his fingers and smearing the slickness onto my thigh, letting it glimmer under the dim light. He lifted my hips enough for him to slide the panties off, tossing them at the jealous Sergeant.

“He’s right, you know?” Kyle spoke up, knowing better than to get aggressive when he’s being treated to such a view, but he had to agree with him. His eyes flicked into the panties that Soap held in his hand.

He let out a smug huff of amusement, lifting my hips enough so I was kneeled on the table. The group of men heard the sound of a zipper, and a collective group of inward, jealous groans became audible very quickly.

“Dios mio—”

“Fuckin’ hell, Price.”

They kept their mouths shut beyond that, watching as he tugged at his pants. He stroked his cock liberally, pressing a kiss into the neck. “They act like this is cruel, yet they’re still watchin’, baby, they wanna see how I fuck you.” He hummed.

“You’re— Shit, John, I—”

“That’s my girl.” He cursed, lining himself up as he pushed himself into the slickness, grinning at the way the men’s eyes watched on in awe, inward groans at the way I swallowed him whole.

Their pants were tented, and through fuzzy thoughts and half-lidded eyes, it was clear to tell that they were fighting the urge to get themselves off, but they knew Price wouldn’t let them live another day if they did.

“John. Move, please, need—”

He hummed, grabbing onto my hips and moving me against him. “Of course, princess.” He leant his head on my shoulder, his eyes darting around the other men. “You like my cock?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Let them know who this pussy belongs to, princess.”

“Yours.” I praised, whining and closing my eyes. “Right there.”

“Louder.”

“John, yours”

“Louder.” He spoke sternly, his hand dipping to rub sweet circles. “Come on, say it louder.”

“It’s yours, John!” I cried out, 

“I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” Mactavish mumbled with a sour tone, glancing over at Simon and the other men as he stuffed the panties into his pocket. He leaned back, trying to get comfortable as the view tormented his eyes. 

“A few minutes ago you were all for it, what changed, Johnny?”

“You know what, you fuckin’ bastard.” He spoke coldly. “Ale is fuckin’ droolin’, Rudy’s eyes are the size of his fuckin’ head and Gaz is.. Gaz, yet you’re tormenting me?”

“I don’t see you actin’ as well trained as Simon.” He joked. “How is it, princess? Feel you clenchin’, you like them watchin’? Bickering over you?”

“Mhm, yeah, it’s— Yeah!” I nodded enthusiastically as he continued the actions on my clit. He pressed a soft kiss behind my ear, pulling my bra down enough for my breasts to pop out from the fabric. “Ah, fuck, John—”

“Baby, don’t you think he deserves a break from your teasing?”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, John, ‘m just so close.” I whined.

“Already?” He hummed. “You just like putting on a show? They’re desperate for you.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, yeah, love putting on a show.”

“God, look how wet she is.” Rudy finally spoke up after his long silence. “Fuckin’ creaming on his dick.”

His grip on my hips pushed forward, making me bend over slightly as he kept thrusting into me, hitting the right spot, relishing in the squelching noise that filled the room as the stickiness covered the thighs of his cargo pants. “God, close.”

“I know.” He purred, his hand glued to my clit. “Simon, you’ve been quiet.”

He gritted his teeth. “I know just as well as you, this is a punishment.” He hissed. “I’m not dumb enough to indulge in how bad I want her. You’re claiming her.”

“Smart lad.”

“And she’s liking it.” One of the men pointed out, they were all painfully jealous (and painfully erect at the sight), but they knew this is what happens when Price owns something; this is what they get for wanting to touch his girl in a way that only he should be able to.

I whined, clutching onto his arms. “John— I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna?” He slowed his movements, keeping it methodical enough, careful to not let me spill over the edge. 

“Gonna cum, gonna—”

“Ask nicely, baby, too busy being all cockdrunk for me that you forgot how this works.”

“Please, baby, let me cum, I wanna cum so bad.” I choked out a cry as I tried to push back on him, needing the extra friction.

“Don’t ask me.” He cooed. “Ask them.”

I sobbed around his cock. “Please, please, let me cum.” I struggled to keep my eyes open enough to look at them.

“They have names.”

“Mhm!” I choked out. “Who?”

“Go down the line.” He breathed, beginning to chase his own orgasm more selfishly, it still wasn’t enough pressure for me to unravel, but his harsh thrusts didn’t help the fuzzy, cloudy feeling. 

“Ale— Fuck, please, please.” I threw my head back. “Alejandro, please.”

He let out a low groan with a weak nod. “I need to watch you. I.. Cum, gorgeous, you can cum.” He swallowed thickly, cutting himself shortly from becoming a rambling mess, taking Rileys words into consideration as he spoke.

“Rudy?” I cried out, my mind all fuzzy. 

Rodolfo glanced at Price, his mind lingering on what the Ghost said, just like Alejandro and just like the others. “You can, Princesa.” He spoke, attempting to stay calm enough where he didn’t rile himself up while using their Captains pet name for me in a condescending way, trying to reclaim what little power he could.

“You gotta use your words.” Price spoke up. “You can do that, can’t you?”

“Fuck, Gaz—”

“It’s Kyle.” He interrupted with a shit-eating grin.

“Please, Kyle, I.. mhm, say..”

“Can barely get your words out, doll.”

“Please!” I snapped, jerking upwards, pushing myself back on Price harshly, seeing white and feeling a sob rise from my throat at the desperation. “Say it, please!”

“Say that you can cum? That I allow you to?” I nodded frantically, and he bit his lip. “God, he really is claiming her. Such a good fucking girl, go on, doll, I’ll let you cum, you got my vote.” He teased relentlessly.

“Thank you! Thank you! Need.. Johnny—”

“Not him.” Price interrupted. John huffed in annoyance, crossing his arms but biting his tongue, restraining the urge to snap at his Captain.

“Mhm.. Simon?”

“You’re up to Simon, yes.” He mocked lightly as a gentle reminder to use my words.

“Simon? Please? You’re all I need, please.”

He glared up at Price. “How bad do you want it?”

“So fuckin’ bad, Simon, please, I can’t...”

He sighed. “Yeah, you can cum.” He spoke, careful to not overstep with the Captain like the others were.

“You heard them, baby.” John cooed again. “Make a sweet mess for me. You’re trembling, princess, you’re right there for me.”

“Just a bit more, please, more!” I begged, letting it wash over me when he added slightly more pressure to my clit, working me right back up to the edge. “Oh, shit, John, ah—” I sobbed, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. 

He mouthed at my shoulder, leaving lazy kisses. “Oh, fuck.” He choked. “Milkin’ m’cock, so sweet.” His eyes were half-lidded as he felt his orgasm impend closer, though he made a point to bask in the look on their faces.

I tensed up, spasming around him. “So good, so good.” I nodded helplessly, eyes clenched shut, momentarily forgetting that people were watching us. “John, baby—”

After the comedown, I slumped forward, going limp in his arms. His quick reaction time was beyond useful as he reached forward to grab me, supporting my weight in his strong arms. “God, ‘m gonna cum, princess. Want it inside?” He spoke smugly, eyeing up the others.

“Yes, yes!” I panted

“Even in front of the lads?”

“Yes, want it inside. Please, John!”

He thrusted harshly a few last times. “I’m right there, baby.” He praised, briefly ignoring the other men so he could feel the warmth around him, to let his orgasm wash over him without the worry of the prying eyes that were trying to memorise and suck in every detail of what was happening in front of them. “Keep sayin’ my name.”

“John, please, need it, c’mon, John, ’m your good girl, need you—”

His breathing picked up pace. “That’s it, that’s it. Take it, princess, that’s it.” He groaned, thrusting a few more times before his pace faltered, spilling his cum inside of me with breathy moans. “That’s my girl, my girl.”

His smug grin returned to his face as he caught his breath, he pressed another kiss on my neck, pulling out and tucking his dick away as he held me in place firmly against him, his embrace was evidently possessive.

“Johnny..” I sighed, leaning into him and closing my thighs tightly, clenching myself in an attempt to keep him inside me.

“Mhm, I got you.” He hummed, fixing my bra and pulling my shirt down to cover my chest again.

“You’re a dick, Cap.” Mactavish finally commented, furrowing his eyebrows. “Gaz was wankin’ to you’s.” He snitched, crossing his arms, frustrated.

“No I wasn’t, fuckin’ snitch.” Kyle snapped back, pulling his hand away from his pants, granted, he wasn’t ‘wanking’, but he was palming himself so points for being close enough, he sat back annoyed and crossed his arms.

Simon stood up. “We’re done here.” He spoke. “They’re done, we’re leaving.” He spoke, announcing to the other soldiers that were overstaying their welcome. “Talking to you, Sergeants.” 

“You’re dismissed.” John approved, picking me up and getting ready to take care of his girl.

They all stood up quickly, preparing to escort themselves out as fast as they could, though having to walk slowly in the small quarters. They attempted to avoid eye contact, letting the previous situation linger in the air.

Simon took the lead, getting off the wide couch first. “Let’s go.” He called out, with Mactavish already following behind obediently. “No fighting or else.” He warned.

Alejandro and Rudolfo stood up and shared another glance with another conversation they kept to themselves as they left just as fast eagerly. “Eso fue...algo más...”, “¡lo sé!”,

“¿Crees que volverá a suceder?”

“Si tenemos suerte..” He spoke with a nervous laugh.

[waywardsou2]

Kinktober 2024: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Based on this post

Ngl this is very self indulgent and I will not be apologising for it. The scene with Soap walking in...the way it was in my head was delicious

Characters / Ships | Simon "Ghost" Riley X John "Soap" Mactavish X Male Reader

Summary | Being a male Omega in America is the worst of worst luck. Your doctor had agreed to fake the form when you were diagnosed at 11. But forgetting to take your suppressants can lead to a disaster. Or maybe a night to remember

Word Count | 4.1k+

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, scenting, double penetration, cussing, mentions of rape, dub con (if you squint), face fucking, slick, knotting

The mission had gone south. So far south that you had passed fucking geese on their way to migrate for the winter.

Two missed marks, false Intel and on-top of that a fucking snow storm had rolled in out of no where forcing the three of you to haul up in the closest building that still had its roof and walls.

That was your only grace here. That and the fact that Ghost was a walking heater. Somehow still radiating enough warmth to keep both you and Soap warm even though there was nothing to keep the chill from the storm out of this abandoned house.

The house was suitable enough. Four walls, a roof and the glass still in the windows.

All and all it could be worse.

And then it was. It got fucking worse.

Feigning needing to pee you walk away to the bathroom and lock the door. Quickly stripping off your gear as you felt something coating the inside of your boxers.

Shit

Shit shit shit

For all of your life you had been on suppressants to hide the fact that you were an Omega. Most people assumed you were a Beta and that was fine with you. They had thought that since your secondary sex characteristics started to show. But a year later they developed full and one trip to the doctors made your life come tumbling down.

In American society Omega's weren't good for anything other than being cock whores and pup bearers.

Thank fuck the doctor was reliable and had offered to fake the tests and prescribe your monthly prescription of suppressants.

After that you finished school and fresh out of highschool you enlisted to the military. Having lived with suppressants all your life you never had the face the challenges of being an Omega. Never been smelt on the streets or attacked in your own home. Everyone believes you were a Beta. And thought it was looked down upon for a man like yourself to be a Beta rather than an alpha at least you weren't an Omega. Or at least everyone believed so.

Price was the only one who knew. Since he was in-charge of what could and couldn't be delivered to the barracks and he made sure to scoop up your bi weekly delivery of suppressants and hand them to you under the table like a cover drug dealing.

Which technically it was.

You were thankful for Price.

But of course today was the day when your suppressants would start wearing off and you needed to take another dose. And instead you were a whole ocean away from getting what you needed and with a snow storm to boot. Keeping you trapped inside this house with two Alpha's.

You were so fucked

In every sense of the word

Simon and Johnny had been closest to you in the barracks despite being your Sargent and Lieutenant. The only guys who could put up with your attitude like it was a full time job. You and Johnny were the only ones who laughed at Simon's joke and only you and Simon were privy to Johnny's idle flirting. To anyone on the outside you three might've looked like a poly couple. But you were mostly happy with just being friends.

Mostly.

You'd never told either of them but you definitely had the biggest crushes on them when you first joined the military. However you never mentioned it to them because they seemed so warped around each other's fingers you didn't want to get in their way.

But right now you didn't know what to do. You didn't think leaving this room was a good idea with your heat building after years of never reaching the surface thanks to the suppressants and the puddle of slick coating the inside of your boxers and legs.

You had nothing to stop your heat and no way to cool yourself down. You could feel a sweat slowly building under your skin and a warmth in your stomach and solar plexus that was growing despite the cold. And snow wouldn't help at all you would just get hypothermia.

Fuck

"Aye lad, is everythin' aight in there?" Soaps voice called from the main room they had "set up camp" in

"Y-Yeah" you called back. You looked around and through some cupboards before you found some spare toilet paper and tried to clear up the mess in your pants but the slick in your heat was still seeping down your legs.

Sighing and smacking yourself in the head for being such an idiot you pull up your pants and buckle them as tight as you can.

Yeah as if that'll help dumbass

You open the door and hope that the Alpha's can't smell you.

You join them back in what you thought used to be a living room and sit on the dusty couch. Keeping your legs firmly crossed.

But after a while even to your nose the sent in the air was growing heavier by the second and you were starting to feel dizzy. Your body was clammy with sweat soaking your undershirt and the heat in your stomach becoming almost unbearable.

It hurt but in a good way and you couldn't think about that. Instead you watched your friends. Ghost was scoping the surroundings, not that you believed he could actually see anything useful and Soap was counting their rations to try and see how long they could survive given a worst case scenario.

You fucking hated Russia. Fuck Russia and it's stupid weather and bad Intel and bad timing.

After an hour of silence it was clear that you couldn't hide your situation anymore though you desperately tried to ignore all the signs. You watched as Soap counted the rations, he paused momentarily and you heard him take a deep breath in. Freeze and then continue calculating.

You knew that he knew you were watching him. And you knew he could smell you. His Alpha nose being attuned to the scent of an Omega in heat. The primal side of him recognises the scent of a potential mate and pup bearer.

Ghost on the other hand had gone rigid. His head no longer moving to try and see anything from a new angle out the window. You couldn't see from here but you didn't been think his eyes were moving anymore either.

Eventually he turned around. Addressing you by your rank.

Fuck

He never did that unless you were around other people. Or in deep shit. Which was often

"Private...I think there might be somethin you need to tell us"

Soap paused again, this time he looked up. He was also very rigid.

"Do I really have to say it?" You ask stubbornly as you put your hands over your stomach to cover it.

"No. Ya don't"

You sighed heavily as another warmer wave of heat washed over you.

"How come ya never told us?" Soap asked

"Johnny do you really think I would let slip to anyone in the barracks that I was secretly an Omega? I would get kicked out of the military. Or worse raped"

"Aye, that's true" he began packing away the rations before standing up

"We have about 5 days worth of rations if we stretch it. Hopefully the storm won't last that long"

Ghost looked at Soap

"Are you changing the subject?" Ghost said flatly

Soap made a face somewhere between a coy smile and a grimace

Ghost rolled his eyes inside his mask.

"How long since your last heat. I wouldn't ask, you know that. But given the situation..."

He didn't finished his sentence. It had occurred to him now what deep shit you were in. Two Alpha's with an Omega who had a lifetimes worth of heat built up in his system all trapped in a confined space. This was bound to get nasty.

"Well, I've been on suppressants since I was categorised. The doctor faked my-"

Ghost cut you off "I didn't ask for your life story. I asked for a date"

Ghost was being harsher than he was with you usually. It put you off, but you could understand why. All of you could get in deep trouble for this. Not just between each other but with higher up in command too.

"Never. I've never had one"

Ghost ran a hand over his face and turned away. A muffled 'oh for fuck sake' coming from his direction.

Generally Omega's only had sex or mated during heat. And he knew for a fact you didn't make a habit of sleeping around. If at all. The Alpha inside him reared its head at that knowledge. You were an Omega, a virgin Omega. On your first heat within walking distance of him.

He swallowed hard.

"Well we need to figure out what to do because this-" he pointed to the tree of you "-isn't going to work"

"Why not?" Soap cut in "We aren't some dickheads wandering the street waiting for an Omega to slip up. He's our friend we aren't going to do that. We are literally trained for self control Simon"

Ghost sighed again, more frustrated than anything

"I know you'd like to believe that Johnny but when has that ever happened in history? That's not how this works"

Soap swallowed. He was always good natured when it came to those he cared about and he always liked to believe best. Just because he was one of the biggest gentlemen in the barracks doesn't mean he wasn't without the influence of his primal urges. Evolution deemed it that there wasn't any other way.

Ghost walked past you and grabbed Soap by the arm. Whisking him out of the room to talk to him privately.

In the mean time another wave of heat hit and you couldn't take it anymore. You had sat there listening to the two of them while you felt your pants get soaked and waves of heat rolled through your body. It was unbearable.

You stripped yourself of your gear and under armour. Hoping that was enough but another wave of heat hit and it still wasn't enough. You took off your shirt and your boots. Trying to give your body some room to cool down but nothing worked. You were like the core of a nuclear reactor.

You heard Soap and Ghost talking heatedly in the next room over and it was enough to make your inner Omega whine. The sound of two Alpha's so close but still out of reach.

You hated how clingy and whiney you felt. You'd never dealt with the full extent of a heat. Merely a suppressed one. Mood swings, high libido and a day of hot flushes. But nothing more. This was nothing like that. This was a full blown heat. Like the stuff you read about in the pamphlets your doctor had given you.

You took a deep sniff of the air like you were taking a drag of a blunt. Clinging to it as if I was hanging in the air like fog. The smell of two Alpha's who were very very horny. The scent of want and need permeating the air.

You unbuckled your belt. All inhibitions gone.

The faint scent of two alphas.Your Alpha's. Was enough to kick start your heat fully.

You strip off your pants to find that your boxers are completely soaked all the way through. Your slick dripping through to your jeans.

You scoop up some of the slick and smell it. The intrigue getting the better of you. That's when you hear a thunk from the next room. Part of you is terrified. But that part is oh so small compared to the feelings of arousal you have thinking about your two Alpha's.

Simon walks through the door first. Seeing your completely naked, legs open with your hand in your heat touching the slick that is seeping into the couch beneath you.

As sweat trickled over your body you watched a Simon pulled off his mask and seemed to stand frozen. Fighting himself in front of you.

"Tell me to go and I will. I'll shoot myself in the foot in the other room" he says it strained. The look in his eyes filled with fire.

Your Omega reaches out for Simon. To have him help you and relieve you of the pain in your stomach. To fill you up so good. You trust him, and you know he can't help it.

This isn't the way you would have gone about this but you didn't have a choice. To you he isn't taking advantage of you though you don't have the words to say that right now. You don't have the words to tell him how much you've wanted this.

So you call his name. The word slips from your mouth in a low whine.

And he's rushing to you. Stripping himself of his gear and off his clothing in the split second it takes him to get to you.

He's on you in moments pressing his lips to your mouth and pulling your body towards his half undressed one. With his free hand he is still trying to take off the rest of his clothes. You help him out by unbuckling his pants and he takes his hand off your body to strip them off.

He's back on you again and you can feel his own heat radiating off of him. Not his natural human heater heat. This is heat from Alpha arousal.

He grinds his hips into yours desperately and tugs at your legs pulling them apart. The two of you accidentally slip off the couch but you don't stop your frantic gripping and kissing of each other.

Simon pulls away from you to to bend you over in front of him. Your knees creaking on the floor boards as you use your hands to steady yourself not to go crashing face first into the ground. Simon crouched behind you to get a full view of your heat and groans as he takes in what he sees.

"Fuck you're a Prime"

What? You hadn't ever heard that terminology used in regards to Omega's

"What?" You gasp, need still lacing your voice as you try and push back again Simon's body.

Briefly he tries to explain "God. You're a Prime. It means you don't have two holes like most Omega's. Even most male omegas have two. But all your reproductive organs are connected to the one. God damn it.

He watched as your ass leaked with shiny slick and he didn't hesitate before he stuck his fingers inside of you. They slipped too easily past the ring of muscles with how much slick had already coated your insides.

You moan at the sudden intrusion but it is so welcome. Finally some fucking action

Simon pulls his fingers in and out, a dirty squelching sound coming from your hole. Simon pulls out his fingers now covered in slick and licks them clean before shoving them back in again. All four at once.

You cry out again at the larger intrusion but you can't help but press back further into Simon. God he could work with his hands. And from watching him clean his gun you could only imagine what he looked like knuckle deep inside of you.

He pulled his fingers out again roughly and sucked them off one by one. Lapping up the slick.

"God I can't wait to fuck you. Fill you up so good little Omega"

It was then that you realised a few things.

One, whatever version of Simon you knew as Lieutenant Ghost was gone. Replaced with this inhabited, almost feral Alpha with little self control

Two, you were such a whore for Simon's dirty talk.

You felt as he pressed his cock to your hole before you were overtaken with sharp pain. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you up. Your back resting against his chest as held you by the hips over his cock.

"How much" you asked breathlessly. Not being able to help how needy and horny you are for him

"Eight inches" he whispers before sliding the head of his cock inside of your ass.

You can't see it from here but you can only imagine what you look like. You moan at how much Simon is already stretching your hole and whimper at the sensation.

You beg, you beg for more and you whine and you call Simon's name.

He growls as he grips onto your hips tighter and pushes your tight hole over his cock. Sheathing it inside of your slicked heat.

You cry out again. His cock rubbing up against your insides. The tip kissing your prostate making you wriggle around for some friction.

Simon begins bucking his hips up into you. At the same time he pulls you up by the hips. His strong grip digging bruises into the flesh.

You whine at the friction and the lack of fulfilment as he pulls out only to moan again when he slides you back down and begins to pick up a comfortable rhythm. One that has your legs shaking as your toes curl by his thighs.

His thighs were huge sitting like this. Your whole body fits comfortably on his legs and the idea of his thighs pinning you down makes your squirm even more.

Through the squelching sound your combined moans you hear a muffled fuck come from the room Soap was still in. And soon in the same fashion Simon had burst through the door Johnny was following suit. Already abandoning his clothes. His belt buckle undone.

He couldn't help himself could he, the sound of your moans and Simon's dirty talk was enough to make his own cock harden and leak pre-come.

"Fuck it" he growled as he finally stripped himself entirely of his shirt and pants. He got down on his knees pressing his mouth to yours. Swallowing an on coming moan.

His tongue is instantly inside your mouth. The wet flesh invading your mouth, you welcome the feeling of his mouth on yours.

"God did kissing people always feel this good" he mumbled into your mouth.

"Just wait until you see what they are packing down stairs. This little Omega is a Prime" Simon says into your ear. Close enough so Johnny could hear it

"You have a little fantasy about Primes don't you Johnny" Simon teased

You felt Johnny's face warm up against your own and he pulls away momentarily. You see him blush.

"Si seriously?" but Simon simply chuckles.

You moan and take one of your hands off of Simons to hold onto Johnny as Simon rams into your prostate

But you aren't done. You aren't full enough yet. Desperately you look at Johnny

"Johnny fuck my face. I know you want to. Just- Jesus fuck~ Please" tears threaten to sting your eyes from the heighten emotions that were consuming you.

Johnny stops for a moment. An almost innocent look on his face before it dissolves and that same fire Simon had in his eyes, you could now see in Johnny's.

He stands up in front of you and strokes his cock a few times. You hold your mouth open, desperately, expectantly.

And Johnny puts his cock on your tongue before pushing it inside. You moan heavily and relax your jaw allowing him more room to push inside. He does and then pulls out again pushing back in and adding a few more inches.

You don't have ruler on your tongue but you guess Johnny has to be at least 6 inches.

He pushes in and out and begins to speed up to Simon's rapid pace.

The two of them ruin your holes and you moan around Johnny's cock. Sending shivers up his spine as you do so.

If you could you would be calling their names but you are too busy sucking off Johnny to do that.

God this is more than you ever wanted. Maybe not in this circumstance but in your dreams you had seen this moment. Hopped that maybe one day you would trust yourself enough to tell your best friends how you felt. And tell them about the biggest secret a person could possibly have.

And yeah it wasn't a romantic like you had daydreamed about. But this was probably the second best outcome. Being filled by your two Alpha friends.

The three of you felt your climaxes coming to a head and you moaned harder at the idea of being knotted by your alphas. Being knotted for the very first time.

Your ass clenched around Simon at the thought. Trying to hold him inside of you preemptively despite the slick.

Simon moaned in your ear and whispered "So needy. Ain't ya. Such a needy little male Omega"

Johnny threw his head back and you tried to look at him. You could feel in your mouth his knot starting to expand and you moved your hands to grip into his thighs as he continued to thrust.

As the knot built you could feel Simon attempt to pull out but you dug your nails into his thighs. He looked down at you and with the most minute movement you shook you head silently begging him not to pull out. That you could take it. You wanted to.

Knotting someone's mouth wasn't necessarily advisable but damn did you want it. So, you tugged Johnny forward as you felt Simon's rhythm become messy. He was close too.

Johnny popped first. Your begging eyes pulling his climax out of him as his knot swelled inside of your mouth as he tried to pull out and could past your jaw. He orgasmed, the cum hitting the back of your throat. You sucked, swallowing every drop wanting his cum inside of you so desperately.

Simon came next. His knot catching at your tight of muscles and you moaned feeling the size of it plug your ass as he filled you up with cum. Both of their knots release inside of you. Their size filling you up from both ends.

You came as well you dick spurting white cum over your stomach and legs in between you and Johnny

You moan as your eyes roll back in your head feeling Simon's cum coat the inside of your stomach. Or technically your womb.

After what felt like an eternity the two of them stopped cumming as their knots deflated. And gently the pulled out of you.

Your ass leaked with cum and slick and your mouth was bruised. Lips swelling slightly from how hard Johnny had been thrusting.

Since this was your first heat you assumed it would only last for 2 or 3 days. But that was still a long time especially if you were going to be snowed in.

Johnny walked away only to come back a few seconds later with that spare toilet paper you had found earlier and gently cleaned off your face and the rest of your body. Simon held you tightly not wanting to let go of you. The possessiveness still over taking him.

He butted his head into your back and you asked him what was wrong

"I wanna scent ya real bad"

Johnny hummed in agreement as he continued to clear you off to the best of his ability. Once he done a thorough job he chucked the ruined toilet paper in the tipped over bin.

Thinking it might be time to let your true intentions come out you place a hand on the one Simon was using to hold you against him and you extended one to Johnny.

"I'm sorry it happened like this. But I think my Omega finally gave out when my heat hit and the two of you were more of a catalyst than you realised. I've liked you guys for ages. I just assumed you two were an item, so I never said anythingz. I- I want you two to be my mates. If you'll have me "

Johnny took your hand and held it up to his face. A light vibration coming from him as he purred at the genuine affection.

"Are you fuckin' purin' Johnny"

"Piss off" he chuckled back

Johnny took your confession of love as the ascent to rub the scent gland on your wrist to the one on his neck. Gently kissing the tops of your fingers in the process.

Simon did the same. Taking your hand and holding it in his. Rubbing your scent glands together.

All in all. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all

Tbh I'm considering making this a part two. What do you guys think? I might make it a standalone fic on my AO3 as well

[redislazy]

not only for tonight

i got more than 10 ppl checking out my last fic so i wrote another one :> also on ao3

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[SMUT] - Minors DNI

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x afab!Reader

Word Count: 7,132

Content Tags: Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Edgeplay, Smut, Confessions, Creampie, Dom/sub Undertones, Road Head, Blow Jobs in a Car, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Romance, Sexual Tension, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Ghost stops you from meeting your hookup.

It's been a tough mission overseas, but a successful one. With minimal casualties, crucial intel retrieved, and the enemy leader dead, Task Force 141 and a few men from other SAS units agreed to hit up a pub in the next city over from base to celebrate before their brief break. It hadn't been this lively in ages. For so long, there had been little cause for revelry—lost teammates, failed missions, and innocent civilians who couldn't be saved. It never got easier, but tonight, this felt good. Temporary, but a welcome distraction.

Sipping your wine, you sit alone on one of the barstools. Around you, people are playing pool, watching sports on TV, and chatting. As one of the few female soldiers here tonight, you get along with the guys just fine, but you don’t feel like joining their rowdy games tonight.

Surveying the scene, you spot your Lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, locked in an arm-wrestling match with another soldier. You smile, amused—this is the first time you've seen him having fun like this.

With each pound he forces into the other man’s grip, you notice how Ghost seems to drift further away from the pub around him. It's not that he dislikes camaraderie; it just feels so different from his usual experience in these settings. When he releases the other man's hand, he grunts, tossing some bills on the counter. "Right then. Any other idiots want a go?"

He spots you sitting at the counter and gestures for you to join him. "What about you, lass? Care to try your luck and see if you can beat me?" he calls out, raising his voice enough for you to hear.

You shake your head, snickering. "Not planning on breaking my arm today, Lieutenant. I'll pass, but I’ll be rooting for you." You motion for him to continue as his next opponent steps up to the challenge.

You watch him for a while, entertained as he effortlessly beats each challenger. Ghost can be cold and stoic, but he's not a killjoy when it counts. You’re about to take another sip when your phone buzzes. Glancing at your screen, you see a notification from the hookup app you'd been mindlessly swiping through earlier. To your surprise, you've matched with someone. Given your unpredictable life as a soldier, relationships are hard to maintain, but every so often, you allow yourself to let off steam.

Your match asks if you're down to meet tonight. Seeing that he’s only twenty minutes away, you decide—why not? You reply, telling him to meet you outside.

Taking one last sip of your drink, you sigh, a sudden emptiness welling up. Resorting to a hookup app because there’s no one waiting at home always stings a bit. You chose this life with no regrets, but you can’t help wondering sometimes what it would be like to have someone who’s there for you, who loves and spoils you. You always imagined it must be nice, but a relationship isn't an option. Tonight, all you can do to ease the loneliness is be held by someone, even if only for a night. Come tomorrow, you’ll pretend it filled the void.

“Right,” you mutter bitterly, sliding off your stool.

Making sure no one notices, you slip away from the pub and head down an alley to wait. It’s not that you enjoy sleeping around; you’re hardly promiscuous. But it’s been a long time since you’ve been with anyone, and tonight feels like the right time.

Suddenly, Ghost’s figure emerges from the shadows, startling you.

“Where’s your sense of loyalty, lass?” he growls, a possessive edge in his voice. “Thought you were sticking around to cheer me on.” He looms over you, his height a reminder of his intimidating presence.

You sigh, knowing his intrusion is just his way of looking out for you, as he does with everyone under his command. "None of your business, Lt. It’s unimportant,” you reply blankly, raising your eyebrows as if to say, Don’t push it. After all, how are you supposed to tell him you’re out here waiting for a hookup?

Ghost narrows his eyes, stepping closer. "This 'unimportant thing' seems pretty damn important if it means ditching your squad to deal with it." His voice drops, thick with a warning. "I think I’m owed an explanation."

He leans in, his face mere inches from yours, his breath brushing your skin. Though he’s trying to intimidate, there’s an undeniable hint of possessiveness in his gaze. He wants you to answer—but he also wants you to obey.

"Answer me, lass," he commands, his tone soft but demanding.

Caught off guard by his intensity, you look at him incredulously, choosing your words carefully. “Just waiting for a guy I matched with on an app.” You try to sound casual, though discomfort lingers.

Ghost’s eyes narrow further. "Huh. You dating?"

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his curiosity. "No, just a hookup. Just for tonight."

For a moment, he seems like he might berate you, but a smirk pulls at his lips. "Well then. Guess I can’t blame you for needing a release," he says, chuckling.

He takes a step back, his eyes scanning you up and down before locking his gaze on your lips. "I'm going to make you forget about this hookup, lass. And then you'll see why I'm the only man you'll ever need."

Without another word, he pulls up his mask just above his mouth. He grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you against the wall, pinning you there with his much larger frame. His lips crash down on yours, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth.

Everything happened so quickly that you are now completely frozen, your eyes wide in shock, but you don't push him away.

You couldn't.

Deep in your heart, you knew you always liked him, but you could never act on it. He was so distant, so serious with his role as your Lt, you just knew he was off-limits. Not that you thought you'd even have a chance with him; he always treated you like one of the boys, and most of all, you are his teammate. Yet, here he was, kissing you with so much fervor, you couldn't help but close your eyes and give in.

You slowly wrap your arms around his back, letting his warmth envelope you as his tongue finds its way inside your mouth. You moan, your fingers trembling as you return the gesture, your tongue swirling and brushing against his. You pull away slowly, your eyes heavy as you look at him. It was dark in the alleyway, but the moonlight perfectly illuminated his masked face.

"Care to explain, Lt?" You shakily whisper, your hot breath grazing on his agape mouth.

Ghost's nostrils flare slightly at the question, but he doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he dips his head down to capture your lips once more, his hands tightening around your ass as you exchange yet another passionate kiss. After a moment, he reluctantly breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes.

"Because I wanted to. Because... I can't fucking stand the thought of you in another man's arms. It has to be me. Only me." There's a vulnerability hidden beneath his gruff exterior as he admits his feelings for you. It seemed to you like it took him long enough to finally work up the courage to act on them, and now that he has, he refuses to let anything stand in his way.

Your throat constricts as you struggle to think of what to say. The way he looks at you makes you regret not noticing it sooner. You swallow, your heart pounding so fast that you suddenly feel lightheaded. His words... they took your breath away. You have never heard Ghost this... desperate.

"How long, Lt?" You softly ask.

A low snort escapes Ghost's nose as he hears your question. He tightens his hold on you, pressing himself flush against you as if to remind you exactly how long he has desired you.

"Long enough," he growls. "Fuck, I've wanted you for so goddamn long. From the first day we met, you lit up something in me. But I kept my distance, thinking it wasn't right for me to desire you as your Lt," he trails off, cursing silently under his breath. If he'd known how you felt about him all this time, perhaps things would have turned out differently.

You inhale a sharp breath as you listen to his confession. Your heart is beating erratically, you're not even sure how you're still able to function right now. Ghost, who you've wanted for such a long time... He...

"Kiss me again," are the only words you could manage to utter.

Ghost's eyes widen with surprise at your request, but he complies eagerly. He tilts your chin upward, claiming your lips once more in a searing kiss. Your tongues duel passionately as you explore each other's mouths, your bodies pressed together tightly as if they might merge.

After what feels like an eternity, Ghost pulls away slightly, nipping playfully at your bottom lip before speaking. "You better get rid of that hookup, lass. Don't give him false hope after what is happening between us." Despite the danger in his suggestion, you couldn't help but chuckle.

You pull out your phone, quickly texting the guy, “Sorry; raincheck, not interested anymore.” He immediately replies with an insult, which you ignore, snickering. Then, you delete the app under Ghost’s watchful eye.

When he grins approvingly, you shove back your phone in your pocket, staring at him in anticipation.

"So, now that that's out of the way... Don't disappoint me now," you tease, your eyes salacious, your tone hushed.

Ghost leans forward, capturing your lips with his in a fierce kiss that leaves you reeling. His tongue twists and coils around yours as your teeth click gently together. When he pulls away, leaving you panting, he looks you square in the eye. "I won't," he growls, his hands finding their way underneath your dress to grasp your bare thighs.

In one swift motion, Ghost hoists you up until your legs wrap around his waist, and your groin aligns perfectly with his throbbing erection. "We're going somewhere private to settle this," he mutters against your neck, nipping softly at your skin.

"Then get me out of here," you manage to say between your moans as he marks your neck eagerly. You cling to him tight, your head tilting more to the side, encouraging him to nip on your skin some more.

Without hesitation, Ghost starts carrying you at a brisk pace toward his vehicle. The cool night air whips past you two as he navigates through the dark streets. Once you arrive at his truck, he carefully places you down on the passenger seat before rounding the vehicle to climb behind the wheel. As soon as he's safely behind the wheel, his hand shoots out to cup the back of your neck, pulling your mouth roughly against his for another bruising kiss.

As he starts driving, Ghost glances briefly over at you. His eyes gleam with hunger as he takes in the sight of you.

An idea- or more fittingly- an urge suddenly crosses your mind as you catch his impatient side glances.

"Keep driving- eyes on the road no matter what, Lt," you warn out of a sudden, which visibly makes him shrug in question. Instead of elaborating, you reach into his pants, stroking his length through it, the fabric providing little resistance as his thick cock strains against it. He instinctively groans, but you don't stop. Instead, you unzip his pants and unbuckle your seatbelt before leaning down to his thighs, breathing hot air on his skin.

He keeps his eyes focused firmly on the road ahead despite his best efforts to ignore your ministrations. Your warm breath against his inner thigh sends jolts of desire coursing through his veins.

When you finally free his aching member from confinement, Ghost gasps loudly in relief, his cock springing free. It stands tall and proud, the tip already weeping with precum. Ghost attempts to maintain control of the vehicle, but his concentration slips as you continue to pleasure him.

"No cumming before we reach your place. I want you inside me," you challenge playfully before you dart your tongue out, lapping his ridiculously long length sloppily. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your arousal completely excruciating, making you wish you two arrive soon. Still, you couldn't help but tease him. You want him so bad, your impatience got the best of you. You begin sucking on the tip of his cock, making sure you lick off all traces of precum with your tongue. You teasingly push your tongue on his slit, earning a desperate reaction from him.

"Fuck! You're gonna drive us straight into a damn tree if you keep that up," he warns breathlessly. Despite his protests, he lets one of his hands roam freely across your back and shoulders, digging into your flesh as you work your magic, his other hand secured on the steering wheel still. Every touch from your tongue makes his arousal peak higher, his cock straining harder against your warm lips and eager mouth.

He grits his teeth, stealing glances whenever he dares to look away from the road, determined not to let this feeling pass by unfulfilled. He'd waited far too long for this opportunity, and nothing short of a bomb dropping on your location would halt his pursuit.

"Mhm," you hum as your tongue draws circles around the tip of his cock. "Woah there, Lt, better make sure we don't crash, yeah?" you murmur with a grin as you feel the car slightly swerve, enjoying the way you're making him go crazy. You feel one of his hands grasp your hair tight, which turns a switch inside you. You begin to swallow his entire length, the tip brushing against your throat briefly.

'God, he is so big, I wonder how he'd feel inside me.'  You think as his girth stretches your mouth as you try to take more of him. You bob your head up and down, swallowing his fat cock in and out of your mouth as he struggles to drive to his place safely.

Ghost growls in frustration as he continues to lose focus on the road. Every curve and dip in the road threatens to send the car careening off the road as you pleasure him with expert precision. He glances helplessly as you swallow his cock whole, your talented tongue dancing along the underside, driving him wild with need. He worries that if you don't stop soon, he won't have a choice but to pull over and take matters into his own hands. Thankfully, he starts to make out the silhouette of his house amidst the dark.

"Enough," he barks out, gripping your hair even tighter as he yanks you off his cock.

"Mhm...." A whine of disappointment slips out of you as your mouth is now empty of his fullness. You wince at the throbbing force his grip left your scalp, but somehow, that just turns you on even more. You sit back up against the passenger's seat, wiping a bead of saliva on the corner of your mouth with your finger. When he stops the engine, you turn to the side to look at him, your breathing heavy in anticipation as you give him a sultry look, waiting for him to say something.

Ghost zips his pants back before stepping out of the vehicle. He moves to open your door. You climb out carefully, your eyes locked on his briefly before he beckons you to follow him to the front door silently. He suddenly grabs your wrists, gripping you hard as you two enter his home. He takes you with him upstairs to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight," he declares gruffly, his gaze piercing into your soul. "And tomorrow, and every day after that." He pauses, taking a deep breath to rein in his emotions before adding, "If you're game for that, of course."

His words cause your entire body to tremble. His deep, hoarse voice... his domineering promise as he implies wanting to do this with you not only for tonight but also for who knows how long. You grab the back of his head, pulling him close to you so that your lips are only an inch away from each other.

"I think you know how game I am," you whisper. "But I don't want to be just your fuck buddy, Lt. With you, it's different. With you... I.."

Before you can finish your sentence, Ghost captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth hungrily. He presses you against the door, pinning you there with his large frame. His hands roam boldly across your body, tracing every curve and plane as he explores you. His rough touch contrasts with the gentleness of your connection, showcasing the complexity of his desires.

Breaking the kiss, Ghost meets your gaze, his expression unreadable. "I don't want a fuck buddy either," he trails off, his thumb running tenderly over your bottom lip.

"God, Lt," you whisper breathlessly as he kisses you fiercely like he's going to devour you if he wasn't going to already. Every spot of your body his hand caresses sends a shiver down your spine. You look at him longingly, your eyes half-lidded and smitten as he continues to run his thumb over your lip.

"It's still absurd to me," you breathe shakily. "How you want me."

"There's nothing absurd about it," Ghost replies harshly. "You belong to me. In my bed, under my protection, where I can ravish you as often as I please, and I can appreciate you right after." He leans in closer, his eyes locked on yours. "From this moment forth, there will be no denying it. No hiding behind titles or rank," he says, punctuating his words with another hard kiss.

His words send shockwaves through your chest. Your want for him intensifies, and you can't do anything else but submit to him.

His tongue glides easily into your mouth, battling yours furiously for dominance, teeth clicking together as your tongues tangle and dance. His hand cups the back of your neck, holding you in place as you revel in your chemistry. With every passing moment, it becomes increasingly clear that both of your passion knows no bounds. You are two souls destined for each other, connected by an undeniable force that cannot be stopped or ignored.

Suddenly, Ghost tears his mouth away from yours, looking deep into your eyes. "Get undressed,"

You swallow in anticipation, and you slowly nod, completely surrendering to his every command. You slowly undress, removing every article of clothing until you stand in front of him, bare and naked. Your cheeks flush, heated by the way he silently takes in your sight. You shift your weight slightly, waiting for him to say something. You can feel yourself getting even wetter, your arousal so unbearable you might have to beg him soon.

Ghost steps towards you, his eyes not stopping to take in every inch of your exposed beauty. Your skin glistens with light perspiration, and your nipples stand rigid, begging for attention. He reaches out to trail his fingers along the soft skin of your abdomen before lifting his hand to cup one of your breasts. He gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You let out a small sound, a mix of pleasure and nervousness, but you stay put without protesting. Satisfied with your response, he dips his head, taking one of your hardened peaks into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip.

You throw your head back, your pleasure palpable as your moans slowly fill the air. Your wanton hums intensify with every flick of his tongue over your nipple, making your knees weak by the second. You push him off gently, looking at him with need. "Bed... please..."

Ghost hesitantly lets go of your breast, his chest rising and falling heavily as he regains his composure. He leads you to the bed, helping you lie down on your back before hovering over you. His gaze travels down your body, taking in every curve, every crevice as if memorizing every inch of you.

He positions himself between your spread legs. His hands rest on either side of your face, framing your features as he looks down at you. There is both possession and tenderness in his gaze, reflecting the complex emotions that run deep within him.

You bring a hand to his face, his mask which has only been lifted a touch above his lips this entire time rough against your fingers. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you are crossing any boundaries, but you swallow all of your reservations away.

"...Can I see you?" you whisper tenderly, hoping it won't shy him away from all of this.

Ghost stiffens at your soft query. Despite his undeniable desire for you, he's never let anyone get this close, not emotionally nor physically. To reveal himself would mean opening himself up entirely, exposing vulnerabilities he thought were safely hidden beneath layers of bravado and self-preservation.

However, something within him responds to your request, craving the trust and intimacy that comes with letting someone truly see who he is. After a long moment of deliberation, he nods curtly, reaching up to remove his mask.

Relief washes over you as he nods to your plea. He slowly lifts his mask, pulling it to reveal a handsome, ragged face. With cheekbones so sharp and jaw so well-defined, you immediately thought of how he could have been a model had he not been a soldier. But then the faint scars on his face say it all. Each one with stories to tell. Ghost winces as you trace the old scars marring his otherwise handsome face, his emotions warring within him.

"You're perfect," you sigh.

The fact that his scars exist only serves as a painful reminder of everything he's experienced—both triumphant victories and crushing defeats. Yet, amidst the turmoil, your simple declaration rings clearly: 'perfect'. The word itself holds such power, striking directly at the heart of his insecurities, giving him hope that perhaps he can find solace in your arms. Despite his doubts, Ghost finds himself unable to resist you any longer. He leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss that speaks volumes beyond mere words.

You eagerly return his kiss, your mouth searing against his in a desperate dance as you both lower your guard down, completely giving in to each other. You brush his fingers over his blonde hair as his tongue moves over yours hungrily.

You then tug on the hem of his top. “How long are you going to stay dressed?” you manage to say in between kisses.

Releasing your lips with reluctance, Ghost looks down at the remnants of his clothes. "Too bloody long," he mutters before starting to strip, piece by piece, tossing them aside as they hit the floor.

He stands fully nude before you, every muscle defined and honed from years of training and combat experience. The scarred evidence of his journey adorns his chest and torso, telling tales of battles fought and lives saved. But that’s not all; his lengthy, thick cock catches your attention as it stands proud against his abdomen. It was dark in the car when you gave him that dangerous blowjob, but seeing it in detail, you couldn't help but suck in a deep breath as you predict how much it will inevitably stretch you.

Without further hesitation, he repositions himself between your spread legs once again. Your eyes lock as he prepares to take you once more, filled with determination and raw desire.

“No wonder all the other women in the unit talk about getting fucked by you,” you playfully drawl.

Ghost chuckles as he gazes down at you. "Is that so? Unfortunately for them,” As if to prove his point, he positions his cockhead at your entrance, his hips beginning to thrust forward steadily, filling you using your convenient wetness in one smooth movement.

“They’re not you.”

Your bodies collide in a rhythmic fashion, creating an erotic symphony of slapping skin and muffled moans. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper into your core as he buries himself balls-deep inside of you, setting a pace that borders on brutal.

Grunting with approval, Ghost increases his pace, delivering brutal poundings of his pelvis against yours. His breath grows ragged as sweat beads form along his brow, trickling down his temples to vanish beneath his twitching lower lip. Every muscle in his body tenses with effort as he pounds into you relentlessly, taking what you both want so desperately.

"Look at you," he breathes in awe as he takes in the sight of his cock disappearing inside your hole. His hand wraps tightly around your upper arm, leaving bruises in its wake as he uses it to maintain control during your passionate coupling.

"I,.. please..," you moan obscenely, your hips moving on their own in an attempt to match his rhythm. You're not quite sure what you're pleading with him for, but whatever it is, you want it.

"Don't stop," you beg as your legs tighten around his waist, forcing him to bury himself even deeper in you. Taking hold of your left leg, Ghost lifts it higher, hooking it over his shoulder to provide maximum access. With renewed vigor, he plunges harder and faster into your depths, hitting new angles with each powerful thrust. The slapping of your skin creates a cacophony that fills the room, echoing off the walls as they become lost in a haze of desire. Your gasps and moans intertwine in a symphony of passion as the intensity reaches unprecedented heights.

As he continues his assault on your body, Ghost finally meets your gaze, his eyes dark and wild with lust.

"Fuckin' hell, you don't know how much I've thought of doing this to you. The real thing doesn't even come close."

You let out a gasp as his words overwhelm you. As he thrusts inside you harder than before, you feel your walls pulsating around his cock as his tip brushes against your sweet spot with accuracy. Your back arches in response, your toes curling against his back as you search for that sensation once more.

"Like that,... please... again," you beg desperately, your cries heavy as you stare at him with stupefied eyes.

Throwing his head back with a primal groan, Ghost grips your hip tightly, using it to thrust his length into you harder and faster. Each pounding motion brings you two closer to the edge, your bodies slick with sweat as you lose yourselves in each other's pleasure. With his mind foggy with lust, Ghost focuses solely on satisfying you, determined to give you everything you want and more.

Reaching down, he slips his fingers between your folds, finding your swollen clit and circling it firmly with his thumb while continuing his savage thrusts. "That it?" he grates out, his voice straining from exertion.

"Yes! Like that," you gasp, your mind hazy with pleasure, your body quivering as he assaults you with both his cock and his thumb. He stimulates your clit so skillfully, you lose confidence in being able to hold your climax much further. You start clutching onto his sheets for dear life, your sex-filled senses overwhelming you as he speeds up his pace, all the while still rubbing your clit gently. You can feel tears running down the corner of your eyes from immense pleasure, your release building up the more he hastens his movements.

Feeling you close to the edge, Ghost quickens his hips even more, driving his cock into you with force. He maintains the firm circle on your clit, knowing how sensitive it is.

"Are you close, love?" he growls out, his eyes narrowing as he focuses purely on sending you spiraling over the peak.

Just as you're about to reach your climax, he pulls out suddenly, causing you to cry out in surprise and disappointment. "Not yet. Hold it in for me," he commands, rubbing his cockhead awfully slowly against your entrance once more.

"Please... Ghost... I want to cum," you beg shamelessly, spreading your legs even more, urging him to sink his cock inside you again. You want to land a fist on his handsome face for cutting you right off when you were so close, but you know that you are at his mercy right now. You look at him with pleading eyes, your hands reaching up to the back of his neck, bringing him down closer to you.

Ignoring your plea, Ghost leans in, catching your mouth with his own in a demanding kiss. His tongue invades your mouth roughly, claiming it as his. You can taste yourself on his lips, an intoxicating flavor that fuels his desire for you. As the kiss breaks, his hips start moving again, easing his throbbing member back into you at a torturously slow pace. He wants you to suffer alongside him, feeling the anticipation build once more after being denied moments ago.

Everything about this is about dominance and submission. Even as you both lose yourselves in pleasure, there remains a clear distinction between you two - he controls and you accept.

"Flip over," he orders, motioning for you to lay on your stomach.

You do not even protest; you immediately get on your stomach, your back facing him as you bury your face in one of his pillows. The fabric smells so much like him, his scent so strong it erases all doubts you have left in your head. You lift your ass in the air, swinging it side to side impatiently.

"Hurry," you whine. Chuckling darkly, Ghost grabs onto your waist, positioning himself behind you. Without further warning, he slams his cock inside you with enough force to create a loud slap. You cry out in surprise, your pussy still vulnerable from previous use. Quickly adjusting, you relax into the thrusts, allowing him to fill you deeply again.

Stroking your hair tenderly, he kisses your ear lobe. "Good girl. Now keep still and enjoy it," he whispers seductively. And with that, he begins to pound into you methodically, matching each thrust with a slap on your round ass cheeks that leaves red imprints behind. He hammers into you with renewed ferocity, his thrusts growing more violent and unforgiving with every passing moment.

You gasp loudly, his hard and brutal thrusts rubbing against your walls in pleasure beyond your understanding. Your knees tremble underneath you, your moans slightly being muffled by the pillow as he spreads your cheeks, pulling his cock out entirely. You can tell how he is momentarily studying your twitching hole like he's enjoying his handiwork before he slowly sinks himself again inch by inch. You tremble, your breathing unsteady, your mind lacking any relevant thoughts besides the way he makes you feel so full.

Panting heavily, Ghost buries himself deep inside you once more, picking up the pace quickly. His hips move with a force born from years of punishing workouts and endless battles, causing you to arch your back in response. The mattress beneath you creaks ominously as he powers his way into you, his thrusts growing more erratic and intense. The room seems to shrink around you, becoming nothing more than a tiny sphere consisting of the two of you engaged in this fierce act of passion. Each time he pulls out, he spanks your ass cheeks harder, leaving angry red marks that sting but somehow fuel the fire burning between you even more.

Groaning, Ghost grits his teeth as you plead with him. The feeling of you tightening around him sends waves of pleasure coursing throughout his entire body, almost overwhelming him. Resisting the urge to explode prematurely, he gives you one final, powerful thrust before holding himself perfectly still inside you.

"Ghost- I want to cum! Please," you beg as you feel the familiar sensation of your impending climax rising once more. You shamelessly move your own hips, slamming yourself backward, deeper into his cock as you attempt to chase after that sweet feeling. He's torturing you- completely under his mercy.

Instead of granting your wish, Ghost decides to prolong your agony. Slowly withdrawing from you, he circles your clit with his thumb before pushing three fingers into your soaked warmth. Curling them upwards towards your g-spot, he massages and presses against it until he feels you begin to quake beneath him. Just as you're inches away from exploding, Ghost withdraws his fingers once more, removing all forms of stimulation from your achingly sensitive area.

Holding you down roughly, he positions himself at your entrance before plunging back inside, re-establishing contact with your g-spot, only for him to fully pull out again.

"Ghost!!" you scream, your need excruciating as he denies you your release once more. Your body quivers to the edge, your pussy extremely slick and wet from his brutal stimulation. You want to cum so bad, but he keeps stealing the chance away from you.

"Ghost, please... please.." You beg wantonly, your cries so desperate as you sniffle, your ass still up in the air for him.

Dark satisfaction courses through Ghost as he witnesses your suffering firsthand. Your pleas and begging only fuel his desire to see you squirm and writhe beneath him. His tip leaks precum as it hovers over your entrance, taunting you with the possibility of pleasure before it's cruelly taken away once more.

With a final surge of power, Ghost pushes his hips forward, driving his rigid length deep inside you, claiming what's rightfully his. He groans in satisfaction as your tight channel convulses around him, welcoming his invasion wholeheartedly. "There, feel better now?"

Your back arches once more as his cock's swift, brutal motion causes you to see stars. "Mhm, yes! Yes! Please, Ghost, don't stop," you beg like a spoiled brat, your whines so needy as you push your hips back, your core swallowing his cock deeper.

Leaning over you, his towering frame blocking out the light, Ghost sinks his teeth to the back of your neck, giving you another visible mark that you'll need to hide once tomorrow comes. Grabbing onto your shoulders, he starts moving inside you with purposeful strokes, his thick cock hitting all the right spots inside your tight channel. Your insistence fuels him as he works his hips, determined to satisfy both his desires and yours.

Feeling you quiver beneath him, Ghost knows you're getting close once more.

"Ghost- Like that, God, I'm so close-!" You grit out as he pounds into you with deliberate strokes, each thrust brushing against your g-spot, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves with agonizing pleasure. You throw your head back, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, your hot breaths filling the room with lascivious noises. You're so close- you begin praying he won't deny you of that chance once more.

Grinning maliciously, Ghost pulls you forward, anchoring your weight on his arms as he holds you down. This allows him to penetrate you even deeper, striking gold as he hits your sweet spot multiple times with ease. His pace slows slightly as he feels the last threads of resistance snap within you. It's inevitable now; you'll cum soon.

And then he strikes. Moving with unparalleled speed and precision, Ghost flips you over violently, pinning you beneath him with one leg pressed against yours, keeping you immobile as his cock ruthlessly fills your wet pussy.

"Oh god, oh god-!" You cry over and over again like a broken record, your body quivering as he commits his brutal onslaught against your sweet spot unforgivingly, each time making you lose all your ability to coherently think. Your pussy constricts around him, your entire body trembling as you can feel yourself on the brink of release.

"I can't... I'm going to," you wail, your walls throbbing in need as you can feel your climax rising.

Feeling you tighten around his cock, Ghost leans in, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, silencing your screams of ecstasy.

"Not yet," Ghost growls out, holding your gaze with a smirk playing on his features. Using your ass as a purchase, he bucks his hips repeatedly, pulling his cock almost entirely out before slamming it home again. His pace is rapid and rough, showing no mercy as he forces you through wave after wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.

Hearing those desperate pleas sent shivers down his spine, enflaming his already intense passion. Gazing into your eyes, he responds to your breathless pleas with a growl, his thumb pressing into the sensitive area of your clit, sending shockwaves throughout your entire being.

"Now." Finally, he gives you permission to let go. He commands, bracing his arms above your head as he watches you surrender to your orgasm. A devilish smile curls upon his lips as he feels your inner wall constricting around him.

Your orgasm crashes like waves against his body, the intensity almost too much for either of you to bear. Your body convulses violently underneath him, milk dripping from your sex onto his waiting cock.

Witnessing your spectacular orgasm sends him hurtling over the edge as well. His hips buck wildly, unloading his hot seed deep inside you as he roars out his climax. After several long seconds, his body goes limp, heavy as lead on top of yours, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he relaxes, the tips of his fingers tracing lazy patterns across your flushed skin.

"Well fuck," he mutters, still slightly winded from the experience. Lifting himself, Ghost rolls off you to grab a towel nearby. He wipes both of you clean before he lies beside you, pulling you into his side protectively.

You hum in appreciation sighing as you relish in his arms. You stay silent for a moment, still in the process of letting your heart rate come down to normal. Then, you stare at him with a smile.

“I was definitely not disappointed,” you mutter playfully.

Raising an eyebrow, Ghost grins proudly at you. "Better believe that," he retorts, kissing you on the forehead tenderly. Though his voice held a hint of arrogance, it didn't detract from the sincerity in his touch. The afterglow still hung heavily in the air, making every movement feel lazier and slower as if the world were caught in a gentle slumber.

"You did good, love."

Chuckling at his words, you snuggle up to him closer as you let his warmth envelope you. You bury your face into his neck, hesitating to speak for a moment before swallowing the lump in your throat.

“So, I guess you and I are a thing now,” you sheepishly mutter, your breath muffling against his skin.

Catching you off guard, Ghost laughs heartily, his strong arm wrapping tighter around your waist. "Who said we weren't before?" he teases, kissing your temple before nuzzling your nose. His tone softens significantly as he continues, "Of course we are. Didn't you notice how I always looked out for you? How I make sure nothing bad happened to you? Well, it wasn't just because I am your Lt," he explains, smirking down at you fondly.

"You got stuck in my life like a tick, and now...”

You pull your face away from his neck to meet his gaze. You take in his bare face one more time, admiring the way his smile is on display, all for you to see and appreciate. You place a soft kiss on his jaw, then you give him a genuine smile of satisfaction.

“Thank you, Lt, for sparing me a lonely night.”

Returning your smile broadly, Ghost returns your affection with a gentle peck on your lips. "That’s a given." Placing another kiss on your forehead, Ghost closes his eyes briefly, enjoying the peacefulness surrounding them at this moment. His free hand travels down to rest on your exposed thigh, providing comforting heat against your cooler skin.

As you both continue to lie together in silence, content with each other's presence, it becomes clear that your bond has evolved far past mere camaraderie. You share something special, something unique. A connection born from trust, loyalty, and ultimately love—one that will only strengthen with time.

[darth-mortem]

This is a fourth chapter of my COD fic "At the Crossroads of the Worlds" translated by @g8se.

Task force "141" was sent to clean up a secret laboratory, the research of which was financed by states recognized as sponsors of terrorism. The soldiers broke into a bunker located in the Caucasus Mountains on the Russian-Georgian border. At first, everything went according to plan, but after the fighters split up, Ghost came across a strange room, the door of which locked automatically the moment he was inside. Without knowing it, Simon Riley had set off an experiment that had been brewing here for years, and now he would have to be very strong to finally return home.

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Chapter 4 of 6. 3157 words.

Past character death, angst, action, secret lab, experiment, parallel worlds, 18+

August 17, 2016. Temporary base of TF 141. Iran. Zagros Range. Coordinates classified. Experiment status: Forty-five hours after successful equipment launch. Vital signs of the subject: Noted spikes in breathing and heart rate; reasons undetermined. Reality LW414/2016.

Ghost stood, leaning against the wall of one of the abandoned buildings of the former terrorist base, smoking a bitter cigarette from local supplies. He had run out of his own earlier this morning, so Soap had shown him where they kept several boxes of cigarettes left from the former owners of this place. There, they found not only Iranian but also Russian cigarettes, which didn't surprise Riley at all.

The orange sun was setting behind the mountains. Over Ghost's head, the sky was already dark, revealing the first stars, yet on the horizon, light still glimmered. The building housing the soldiers of the 141 stood at the farthest end of the base, so the captain didn't hear any sounds except for distant gunfire. It was Lieutenant Riley had taken ammunition from the storage this morning and ventured beyond the territory to test his new rifle. Ghost wanted to go with him, but Johnny called him to help bandage Rouch, and when they were done, Simon was already gone.

“Dinnae worry, he knows this area better than a’ o’ us,” MacTavish said. “Come on, let's gi’ it a go, throw a few punches. A strapping lad like yersel’ likely knows how tae scuffle, aye?”

And Ghost agreed. All he had been doing with this 141 what he hadn't done with his own for seven years - communicating, training, participating in solving everyday problems, and so on. With this 141 he engaged in the activities he couldn’t do with his own team for seven years – communicating, training, tackling everyday issues, and the like. Lieutenant Riley, on the other hand, was absent throughout the day, even skipping lunch altogether. However, Price mentioned that he had brought snacks along, putting Captain Riley's concerns at ease. In the end, his younger double behaved the same way as he did in his own world.

Ghost felt strange. Defining feelings was never his strong suit, whether his own or others’. Nevertheless, he recognized a distinct sense of unreality in the unfolding events. Riley understood that the wall he was leaning on was tangible, that the cigarette was indeed bitter, that if he got hit by a bullet, he would be truly injured or even killed. The captain also had no doubts that all these people around him were no less real than he was. They were simultaneously similar and different to their counterparts in Ghost's world. Having talked to them, he noticed both identical events and completely different ones. But he didn't think too deeply about all this because he was a soldier, not a scientist, and he probably wouldn't be able to draw the right conclusions from the experiment, in which he became an involuntary participant.

“Hey, Ghost!” Simon heard Soap's cheerful voice and involuntarily shuddered at the strong sense of déjà vu that washed over him. “Ah, blast it! I’ve been searching the whole base for ye! Ye doin’ alright?”

MacTavish approached and probably noticed something in Ghost's posture or the exposed lower part of his face because the last sentence was spoken quieter and more anxiously than cheerfully.

“Yeah, I'm okay,” Captain Riley replied and sighed heavily. “I just feel really weird. All of you, your Ghost... I don't know what to make of it. I clearly wasn't ready for this experiment. But enough about me. Did you want something?”

“Aye,” MacTavish rubbed his temple, collecting his thoughts. "I wanted tae thank ye, ken? For savin' Simon. An' Gary, o' course. But ye... dinnae fix yer gaze on me. Is it hard for ye, considerin' in yer world, I met me end?"

“No,” Ghost sighed and forced himself to turn back to Soap. “Well, maybe a little.”

MacTavish nodded and looked in towards the mountains where the sun had completely hidden behind the peaks. Riley was silent, but Johnny wasn't surprised. Both Ghosts were similar in character, but this older one was even more melancholic, though calmer and more self-assured. Maybe his age could account for this, or perhaps it was due to the trials in his life being less daunting than those faced by Lieutenant Riley, or even by the fact that he had already lost everything he loved, leaving him unafraid and devoid of emotions.

“Listen,” Johnny cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot, “our Simon would never let me dae whit I'm aboot tae dae, but the twa o' ye arenae completely identical, so...”

Soap approached closer and hugged Ghost tightly. At first he stood still in astonishment for a few moments, but then gently placed his hands on the waist of this strange, and yet so similar Johnny. Riley bowed his head, resting it on MacTavish's shoulder, and closed his eyes, imagining that it was his Soap. That he survived; that they fought and grew older side by side; that there was no bullet; that Johnny wasn't lying on the cold floor of the underground, bleeding out; that Ghost didn't watch as his living and shining eyes glazed over and became empty, frightening, dead.

“You,” Riley coughed, as he felt his voice becoming hoarse and slightly trembling, “you should try.”

“Try wha’?” Johnny felt Ghost's fingers in his hair and gently stroked his back.

“To do this with Simon,” Riley slowly raised his head, stepped back, and lowered the edge of his mask, covering his face completely. “I think he wouldn’t mind it.”

“Well,” a smile appeared on Johnny's face, "maybe I will. Now, let's go, it's time fer supper. Simon likely has made his way back by now."

Ghost listened and realized that he no longer heard gunfire. Nodding, he slapped Soap on the shoulder and headed towards the building that 141 had arranged as their safe place.

During dinner, Captain Riley was silent. He barely participated in the conversations, just discreetly observed his younger double and Captain MacTavish. Then he volunteered to wash the dishes, and after that, he went straight to the room he shared with Lieutenant Riley. Ghost wanted to be alone, but his younger double was already there, sitting at the table and cleaning the MX25.

“So, how is it?” Captain Riley asked, closing the door, and approaching, then sitting on the bunk.

“Very cool!” The lieutenant responded with enthusiasm, not stopping his work; he had just finished cleaning and started assembling the rifle. “Thank you, Simon.”

“You're welcome,” Ghost smiled under his mask, and from his pockets, he pulled out his phone and then cigarettes.

The mobile phone was working, but there was no signal. However, it could be because he was in a remote area where there is no signal at all. In his world in 2030, there were few such zones left, but in 2016, everything was different, and Ghost remembered those times well.

“Do you have any photos there?” Lieutenant Riley asked.

The captain looked up at him and saw that Simon had already assembled the rifle and cleared the table, and his cigarette had burned down, and the ash had scattered on the floor.

“Damn,” Ghost sighed and threw the stub into a canned jar serving as an ashtray, “do you have any kind of broom here?”

His younger double somehow looked gloomier, and Riley, looking at the ash again, swept it under the bed with his foot.

“Of course,” he answered the previous question, and Simon's gaze brightened. “Do you want to see my 141? Sit down; I'll show you.”

Older Ghost opened the gallery and began showing his younger double numerous pictures. Captain Riley didn't spend much time with the soldiers, but he liked to secretly take photos of them, usually so they wouldn't notice.

Simon enjoyed looking at these photos. He asked about the surroundings, marvelled that Roach was so old, and that Gaz in the older Ghost's world had a completely different skin colour. Lieutenant has never met Kyle Garrick in person, but Captain MacTavish's, who had been friends with him, had his photos in his collection.

Captain Riley relaxed, continuing to flip through the photos, and on the screen of his phone appeared a picture of himself, next to the cheerful and forever young Sergeant MacTavish with his unchanged funny mohawk, radiant smile, and amazing blue eyes.

“This is his last photo,” Ghost said and touched Johnny's face on the screen with his fingers. “The next day, on November 21, 2023, he died.”

“They are so similar,” Simon quietly spoke, looking at his older double, and then reached out cautiously and uncertainly, putting his arm around his shoulders.

Ghost sighed, put away the phone, and huddled, lowering his head. He lost Johnny seven years ago, but the pain did not weaken even a bit. The only difference was that over all this time, Riley had learned to live with it, so in a minute, he managed to compose himself and even smile under his mask.

“Simon,” the lieutenant spoke quietly, “I want to give you something. Wait a second, I...”

He jumped up, went to the lockers, and began to rummage through them until he pulled out a rectangular photo. In the picture was the entire 141: Captain MacTavish, Captain Price, Sergeant Sanderson, and Lieutenant Riley in his already iconic skull balaclavas. In the upper left corner was the date - October 8, 2013.

“Thank you, Simon,” Ghost said, looking at the photo, then stood up and put it in one of the pockets of his vest. “I don't know when I'll be back and how my life will turn out, but I will never forget you guys.”

“We won't forget you either,” younger Ghost smiled, and his eyes narrowed in the slit his the balaclava.

For a few minutes, both were silent, sitting side by side on the bunk, and then Captain Riley glanced at the lieutenant and asked:

“What about your Johnny?”

“Nothing,” the lieutenant answered and lowered his eyes. “I like him, but it's not mutual, so...”

“Nonsense,” Ghost interrupted. “Haven't you noticed how he looks at you? He likes you too.”

“Even if that's true,” Simon sighed heavily, “I'm not the one he needs. A lot of the shit that’s happened to me, it destroyed me, broke me. I'll never be the same as before, never be normal again. And the way I look now... No. It won't be good for him to be with me.”

“You're wrong,” Captain Riley spoke quietly. “I think we had similar fates, you and I. You were in Mexico too, right? Roba's destroyed you, your family, and then you came back and got your revenge. But all that doesn't make you worse than others.”

Simon was silent, staring at his older double with eyes wide-open, while Ghost spoke, no longer having the strength to stop.

“I saw that some of your scars are identical to mine,” he continued. “Here, and here.”

He reached out and lightly ran his fingers over the fabric of his younger double's balaclava, outlining the scars that cut through his lips and cheek. Then he touched his temple, forehead, and moved to Simon; slid his fingers lower and circled his neck. When his fingers began to trace a large letter Y on the lieutenant's chest, he flinched, grabbed Ghost's hand, and squeezed it with his own, finally looking into Captain Riley's eyes.

“It doesn't mean anything,” Ghost shook his head. “Not for Johnny.”

“What should I do then?” Simon asked quietly, not letting go of his older counterpart's hand.

“Talk to him,” Ghost replied, “confess your feelings. I know it's scary. You know, I was afraid too, so I didn't say and do a lot of what I wanted. I thought I would have more time, but... So don't repeat my mistakes. We can't know how much time we're given. Our job is dangerous, and death is always nearby. So if you have something to tell Johnny, do it now before it's too late. Otherwise, you'll be punishing yourself for not doing so for the rest of your life.”

“I'll try,” the lieutenant spoke. “But I'm not like you. You're confident, brave, and strong, and I... Well, I can only dream of becoming like you when I grow up.”

“We are the same, Simon,” the captain nodded. “You're strong and brave too, and as for confidence... Show me your face?”

“And you?” younger Ghost responded with a question.

Older Ghost thought for just a second before pulling off his mask. The lieutenant looked at him, reached out, hesitantly touching the scar on his cheek with the tips of his fingers, and then slowly took off his balaclava.

Captain Riley saw that his double was still very young. He had dark, short hair, blue eyes, and thin lips, chapped, dry lips because the lieutenant was clearly nervous. The scars looked fresher but were indeed arranged in the same way as Ghost's.

“Well,” the captain spoke gently, “now I see that I was not mistaken. You truly are handsome.”

The lieutenant, though timid and having a light blush covering his cheeks, didn't pull away when Ghost touched his face again, now unhindered by the dense fabric of the balaclava. Simon closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against his older double's large hand, feeling surprisingly calm and even comfortable with an exposed face, something that hadn't happened to him in quite a while. Ghost smiled sincerely and warmly, something he hadn't done in seven years, then lowered his head and gently touched Simon's lips with his own. The lieutenant froze for a moment, then closed his eyes, and leaned forward, pressing against the broad chest of his older double.

“This is so strange,” the lieutenant exhaled, slipping his hand under Ghost's hoodie and feeling the scars on his back with his fingertips.

“But it's not bad, is it?” Ghost slowly unzipped the grey fleece on Simon.

“No,” he immediately pulled his hands away to take off his own shirt and pressed against Ghost again, “no, not bad at all, quite the opposite - very good.”

They kissed again, this time more boldly, confidently, and passionately. Younger Ghost pressed against the older one, and the latter eagerly caressed his back, sliding his hands under his shirt. When they ran out of breath, they paused for a few seconds to remove each other's upper garments, and the lieutenant, seeing the captain's tattoo, breathed in with amazement, running his fingers over the drawings on his skin.

“Do you like it?” Ghost asked.

“Yes,” his younger double responded. “Maybe if we survive all this, I'll get a tattoo myself. I'll ask Johnny to draw a sketch.”

“You'll survive,” the captain said confidently and slightly stepped back, looking into the lieutenant's eyes. “Do you want to continue?”

Ghost remembered what he was like after Mexico. How hard it was for him to trust; how he was afraid to show his scarred body and face; how long Johnny had to persuade him into something more than quick ‘help’ with clothes still on, and often with equipment as well.

Now, with Simon, everything was different. They were two identical people, so the lieutenant wasn't afraid or ashamed, and Ghost had a chance to show him that it wasn't worth it. That the scars didn't deform him, and the terrible torture and grief didn't really break him. That he deserved happiness, pleasure, and care just like anyone else in this world or any other.

Probably, the lieutenant was thinking something similar because an uncertain smile appeared on his scarred lips, and then he took Ghost's hand and put it on his thigh. This gesture and Simon's red cheeks were more expressive than any words, so Ghost gently pushed him onto the bed and continued to undress.

Soon, they both found themselves naked on the narrow bunk. The lieutenant enjoyed the feeling of the sturdy captain pressing him with all his weight. He embraced Ghost, feeling his hands and lips on his body. Simon felt incredibly good, just as he thought he never would again. It seemed like Ghost had known him for many years - knew where and how to touch, stroke, and kiss. Though, why ‘seemed’? Weren't they the same, though not very similar on the outside?

Simon let out a quiet moan, and Ghost, leaning in, touched his lips with his own.

“Quiet, my dear,” he whispered hoarsely, “be quiet.”

The lieutenant himself understood the need for silence, so he pulled the captain closer, pressed his face into his shoulder, and with absolute trust gave in to the control of his older double's large and gentle hands, which were doing incredible things to him.

Ghost also felt that everything that was happening was right. It had been a long time since he felt so good and easy, as if the heavy burden of sorrow and loss had fallen off his shoulders, freeing him from pain. Soon, Simon gathered his courage and reached for him, responding with care to care and tenderness to tenderness.

“So good, Simon,” the lieutenant whispered, feeling that he could no longer hold back, and pleasure was about to overwhelm him, like a powerful explosive wave.

Instead of an answer, Ghost covered his lips with his own. He began to move his hand even faster, and then pulled the slender body of his younger double closer, feeling him tremble and cling to his shoulders, finally getting the long-awaited release.

They allowed themselves a few minutes to relax in each other's arms, and then, without speaking, they stood up, straightened themselves, and dressed. Lighting bitter local cigarettes, they sat on the bunk. The captain warmly smiled at the lieutenant, and a smile appeared on Simon's lips in response.

“Thank you,” he said and touched his older double's shoulder. “You know, I'll talk to Johnny tomorrow. I hope I'll have enough courage.”

“You will,” Ghost replied, “and if not, let this give you strength.”

He took off his dog tags. Understanding what he was about to do, Simon took off his own, and they exchanged them. The lieutenant thought that the captain would remove the rings from his chain, but he just shook his head with a sad smile on his scarred lips.

“I won't need them anymore,” he said, putting the lieutenant's dog tags around his neck, “but here - you might. So take them and remember me.”

Finishing his cigarette, Simon hugged Ghost, pulled his balaclava back on, and climbed onto the upper bunk. He fell asleep quickly and soundly and didn't see how the captain put on his mask, sat for a few minutes, and then, yielding to some unknown foreboding, quickly geared up and tucked his feet into boots before lying down too.

When Lieutenant Riley woke up in the morning, the captain was already gone. Simon jumped to the floor and wanted to run and search for, but, touching his bunk, he realized that it would be in vain. Captain Riley disappeared from this world, and all that was left was to hope that he had returned home.

[ghostofthemost141]

Lindor

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,404

About: You and Ghost have disclosed feelings for each other, knowing that it's forbidden to be together in y'alls line of work. Noneoftheless, Ghost ends up in your room one night and you end up sharing a chocolate bar together.

Themes: Fluff, Suggestive Themes but Nothing Explicit, 18+

Notes: Zara is your nickname for this one, which means 'blooming flower' and it comes from the word Zahrah from Arabic roots. I enjoyed doing this but I hope I didn't write Ghost out of character. Enjoy!

It’s forbidden, you can’t act on your feelings. You’ll get booted from the team if you do it. But he makes it so damn hard to do that. Whether it be a brush up against my hand or even just a glare from across the room, my feelings grow more and more for him every single little thing he does to me. I can’t tell if it was intentional or not but it has to be. The fact that he always sits next to me on the lounging couch at base or always insists on going on a task with me if I was going to be alone or I always catch him staring first. I never expected Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley to be that kind of person, a ‘hopeless romantic’, but I guess you never know with people. I have never even seen his face under that skull mask or even the balenciaga he wears, but I can only imagine what he looks like. He makes me feel things that I have never felt about a person before and I hate myself for it. He is my Lieutenant, it would never work out. 

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I’m not expecting anyone. Am I? 

“You in ‘here, Zara?” 

Simon. That was Simon’s voice. What on Earth would he want with me? I scanned over my little cubicle room, seeing it was mostly tidy.  

“Yeah come in.” I announce. 

The door swung open and Simon stepped in, shutting the door behind him. He wore his skull balenciaga with a black hoodie on and gray jeans on. Even though we are on call duty, we can still be in our lounge clothes just as long as we can get dressed and ready into our gear in less than two seconds. 

“What’s up?” I asked as he came and sat on my bed with me sitting on my desk chair that was right near my bed. 

“Can’t sleep.” Simon mumbled. 

I peeked at my clock seeing it was nearing midnight. I didn’t even notice the time, had I been thinking that much?  

“I’m sorry, rough day today?” I offer him to vent. 

Today was arguably our slowest day ever. Just last week we had come back from a nearly month long mission and since we came back, there hasn’t been much to do except drink and do stupid shit around base, and even then that can become boring after so many times of doing it. Simon mostly keeps to himself during the day and does his own thing. No one sees him until it’s dinner time. 

“No, just boring as shiet.” Simon mumbled. 

“I feel that.” I agreed. 

Even though he wasn’t looking at me, just sitting there on my bed, looking down on the floor, made my heart race. Why was he even here? I didn’t understand it. I found myself staring at his hands. I don’t think I have ever seen him without his iconic gloves on. His hands looked so soft and smooth. You can tell by someone how they take care of their hygiene and his nails were neatly trimmed and cleaned which is very Simon. I could see that for sure. 

“Zara.” 

Simon’s deep voice brought me back to reality and I realized he caught me staring. 

“Yes, L.T?” I say, trying to act like I wasn’t, in fact, staring. 

His eyes pierced into mine, intimidating me strongly. 

“Is that a book you’re reading?” Simon asked, eyeing the open book that was on my desk. 

“Yeah, I am just rereading it, already read it once before.” I comment, closing the book and admiring it. 

“What’s the poin’ in that?” He asked. 

“Well when you enjoy something so much, you want to revisit it again because of the joy it brings you. And if something really brings you joy, then you revisit it multiple times, basically.” I explained. 

“Interesting.” He mumbles, averting his eyes from me. 

Alright, awkward silence, thank you Simon. Really appreciate it. I reached into my desk drawer and peeked into my hidden stash of assorted chocolates and candies. It’s hidden because if Gaz or Soap found it, it’d be dryer than the Sahara desert. I wasn’t even sure if Simon likes this sort of thing. I could see mints being his favorite candy. Oh well, one way to find out. I pulled out a Lindor Milk Chocolate bar and shut the drawer. 

“Want some?” I offer, showing him what it was in clear view. 

“Sure.” Simon mumbled. 

I opened the candy bar halfway and reached out to hand it to Simon, giving him first dibs. 

“No, I just want one piece.” He grumbled. 

You’re really gonna make this hard for me aren’t ya?  I broke off the first piece and stretched my arm out to Simon. He didn’t move at first, and instead just stared at it. It’s just chocolate dude, not a bomb. Suddenly Simon pulled his mask up enough just for his mouth to be exposed, leaned forward, without moving his butt off my bed, grabbed the chocolate with his teeth and took the piece out of my finger. He chewed the piece of chocolate slowly and eventually swallowed it, looking satisfied from the mini dessert. 

…

…

What just happened? That was weird. I didn’t expect him to do that. But for the record, I have never seen him without his mask off, let alone what his lower half looked like. His skin was light, with little blonde stubble on his chin, with his clean light pink lips. He is not helping my situation right now. 

“That was good, actually. Could I have another?” Simon asked, not hiding that light smirk that was on his lips. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” I answer, snapping out of my delusion. 

There is no way, you’re being delusional Zara. Here you are calling yourself by the nickname that the Task Force gave you instead of your real name. You have really gone off the deep end. I broke off another piece, held it in my fingers, and stretched my arm out to Simon. This time he did it almost instantly. He reached for it, with his tongue agape from his mouth, and I felt his tongue make contact with my fingers, sending instant chills down my spine and into my core. Simon kept his teeth on the chocolate and locked eyes with me. His deep, dark blue eyes staring into my soul as he slowly gripped the chocolate with his teeth and pulled it away from my fingers, consuming it. The cold air in my room confirmed that he did indeed lick my fingers. What is this man doing? 

“Your face is bloody red.” Simon said. 

“Shut up.” 

“That’s no way to talk to your Lieutenant.” Simon remarked, with a deep tone. 

His voice change went straight to my core. It was tingly and it made me shiver. 

“Simon what are you-” 

*SMOOCH*

Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, why, why, why, why, why-

Simon’s lips were soft against my dried up ones, keeping our lips connected as he held my cheek with his hand. His bottom lip tugged with my lip a little causing me to gasp, and he deepened the kiss. His soft fingers went into my hair, tugging slightly, but not too hard. I instinctively held his face as he continued to kiss me. My entire body was hot and heavy, until he let go of the kiss, but kept his hands on me. 

“Hm.” Simon chuckled, “your nickname is true to its word.” 

I was confused, what was he implying? Simon then leaned in, placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away from me. 

“Thanks for the chat.” Simon thanked me as he headed towards my door. 

“You’re welcome, anytime. You’re welcome to do that, anytime.” I emphasized the last part. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow ‘hen.” Simon said, “Goodnight, Zara.” 

“Goodnight L.T.” 

Simon then left my room, shutting the door behind me. I was still holding the Lindor chocolate bar that started this whole mess. 

“It’s your damn fault I got left hanging.” I grumbled at the bar, putting it on my desk and slamming myself onto my bed. 

Simon, you’re such an ass. But my God you’re a handsome ass. 

END 

[cod-dump]

I’m not Simon Riley I’m Ghost: Chapter 12

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Soap POV (for the first part)

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Soap went to the room where he was supposed to stay in for this, now over, mission. He was frustrated, angry. How could he forget about Ghost's nature? Of course he doesn't care that humans might die! Soap sits on the bed, sighing. It didn't feel right to leave, not when the mission wasn't even completed. Abandoning it even when people's lives were at stake... Did Price agree to this?

Soap checks his phone, having gotten a message from Gaz.

:Are you alright? Heard something about a attack from Price:

Soap went to reply when an idea came to him. The church... A meeting place for the arms dealer's men... At least, that's maybe what it's being used for. He wonders what he could find there... Maybe something that could lead to Hiro Shizuma? Soap feels like he can't leave, not until something is done about Hiro Shizuma. People were in danger and he wasn't going to walk away.

Ghost won't help. He doesn't care what happens as long as he gets his next meal.

Soap made his decision. To everyone, it's a stupid one. But he feels like he has to or else a lot of people were going to die. Soap sends a text to Gaz as he leaves the room.

:I'm fine. I'll see you later:

He wasn't sure when 'later' would be, he wasn't even sure what would happen to him. As Soap made his way through the base, back straight as he walks with purpose, he can only think about what Ghost would do once he found out what Soap was doing. Though he planned to be off base by the time the beast disguised as a man made the discovery. Going by foot was his only option, and Soap was hoping Ghost didn’t figure out his plan and chase him down.

Getting off base in full gear and armed was easier than it should have been. All Soap did was tell the soldiers at the gate he was going out on his own and they just let him go. He wasn't going to complain, they made this a bit easier for him.

Soap liked to think he was good at navigating unfamiliar areas. He had to be with his line of work. It proved useful and he probably wouldn't have gotten back to the church as fast without that skill. The sun was just below the horizon so Soap was hoping the vampires wouldn't be too eager to greet him. He wasn't sure about that tiger thing, though, or if it followed the same rules as them. Soap was cautious as he made him way towards the church, looking over his shoulder and in every dark place he passed.

He's been in dangerous situations like this before, but this had to be the first time he moved as prey and not predator. The street lights were humming quietly as he got closer to the church and anything louder than that made Soap flinch. The tiger thing had rushed him, cornered him, all with abnormal silence for something so large. He would like to no have a repeat of that.

Soap had never felt so uneasy outside of a church. It was ominous, truly.

Need to get inside…

The chances of something worth note being left behind was slim, but it was their original plan to start here before everything happened. There had to be something, anything. Just enough to get a lead, something the DGSE or Ghost couldn’t ignore. Ghost said this wasn’t a human matter, but Soap never liked sitting when something o big was happening in front of him. He was a good soldier though he had a temper… and right now Ghost was the target.

Soap felt betrayed. It was a dumb feeling considering everything Ghost was. He hunted and killed humans, he was in 141 because it was a free meal ticket, the perfect cover with someone covering up his tracks. Soap knew all this yet he let his attraction blind him. He wanted Ghost to be the lieutenant that he had originally met. He wanted Ghost to continue being that brave man who did a hell of a job taking out problems and saving lives. But he never was that, it was all an illusion, a mask to keep him hidden so he could keep getting food without drawing attention.

The church was locked up tight, every window and door heavily secured. Not something that every abandoned building had. There was definitely something going on here. The monsters that attacked them and now the secured building, it all pointed to the fact that something had to be here. Soap circles the church again and stops when he notices something covered up by a tarp. A swift tug and a cellar door was revealed.

A padlock? There’s my way in.

Soap always kept a set of lock picks on him for this reason. It would be quicker to just break the lock but he didn’t want to risk making too much noise, so picking the lock it is. Soap fumbled with the lock, and soon he was rewarded with a satisfying click. Soap removes the lock and goes to open the cellar, freezing when he hears something behind him. A slight breeze, very light footsteps—

“Fuck-“

—

The moment the plane landed, Ghost was leaving. He wasn't going to stick around and wait for everything to go to hell. He was getting Soap and Jamison out of here and back with the rest of 141. He was in the hanger, staring out at the landing strip with his bag by his feet. There was a since of dread hanging over him that he didn't like. What was causing it he wasn't sure but he was choosing to believe it was caused by what happened outside that church.

He heard feet moving towards him, turning his head slightly as he smelled Jamison approaching. She dropped her bag on the ground and huffed, no doubt feeling disappointed that this mission ended so soon. Ghost wouldn't really call it a mission considering they were here for little more than a day. Ghost looked behind Jamison to where she came from, not surprised that Soap had yet to show himself. He felt a ache in his chest, maybe anxiety but Ghost felt like he had no reason to be anxious.

He was angry at you. Disappointed in you.

Ghost huffs and chases the thought away. He couldn't grasp why he cared beyond being obligated to protect Soap's physical well-being. Why does he think about him so much? Was it his friendliness towards him when they first met? His determination to be his friend and include him on things he did with those that clearly distrusted him? The signs were all around him to keep his distance, everyone around Soap was distrusting, scared. Yet... Soap still kept walking closer.

Ghost blinked when he realized Jamison was talking to him, having not heard a word of what she said.

"What?"

Jamison blinked at Ghost's interruption, realizing that he wasn't listening. There was a moment of annoyance, disappointment, hurt, before she spoke again.

"Our ride should be landing in ten. The captain's... friend, Nikolai."

Fucking hell- "Nikolai is getting us? He usually only comes around when Price is directly involved."

Nik was an interesting fellow. While everyone else looked at Ghost with distrust and fear and uncertainty, Nikolai looked at him like he knew. Given the man never said anything (to his knowledge) that he knew anything was less than human about Ghost, Ghost always felt like he had to be on high alert around him. Like he could expose him at any moment even though it would have to take something more than his word to do so... well, logically he would need proof, but his closeness with Price could easily have that part skipped over.

At least now he doesn't have to worry about being exposed.

"Captain sent him because he was close by."

"Supposedly," Ghost growled.

There was silence, Jamison rocking on her heels in a bored manner. Ghost kept looking over, looking for Soap. Where was he? Was he that angry at him? Or did the wound the vampire caused do more damage than what the DGSE doctor could detect?

"Where's the sergeant?" Where's Johnny?

Jamison blinked and looked over her shoulder, "I don't know..."

She quickly pulled her phone out and dialed a number. Ghost could see Soap's name on the screen as she raised the phone to hold to her ear. He could hear it ring and ring, no answer coming. His heart picked up at that, maybe something was wrong with Soap? Did that vampire actually do serious damage?

The call goes to voicemail and Jamison muttered in annoyance. Ghost pulled out his phone with more urgency than he would've liked to admit to using, dialing Soap's number and waiting.

Ring... Ring... Ring.. Ri-

Ghost swallows, forcing himself to keep calm. Even if Soap was angry at him, he wouldn't act like this. He was smarter than that.

"Wait here."

Ghost turned and left, keeping his normal pace. Everything was fine, he was just overreacting. Maybe he fell asleep? He knew they were leaving so that couldn't be the case, especially not since Soap didn't answer his phone, he would've woken up when he heard the ringer.

Ghost comes closer to the room Soap was assigned, slowing in his step the closer he got. Soap's scent was in the hall, it smelt dull. Old. Ghost got closer to the door, the smell not stronger like it's supposed to be. If Soap was here Ghost would've been able to smell it. But he didn't smell him. He smelt an old scent, something left by Soap passing by which makes sense considering he wasn't here long enough to actually leave a lasting scent to the room or the hall outside.

Ghost opens the door quickly, eyes immediately narrowing on Soap's bag. His gear was gone but his bag of necessities was still here. Ghost felt his heart drop. Did Soap leave?

Ghost blinked before he hissed. That fucking idiot!

Ghost took off down the hall, following Soap's scent. He moved faster than what was average for a human male of Simon's size and build but still restrained himself. Soap left, he left to find something on the mission. Ghost felt anger but he mostly felt concern. The vampires would kill him! They left their warning, and now they were going to continue on with their threat.

Ghost heard the sound of the hinges tearing as he opened the door to the outside a little too carelessly. He turned his just enough to see the door hanging, barely, on the frame. He couldn't care less about the door and just kept going. The further he got from the barracks, the faster he got. He was in the open, exposed, but he didn't care. It was dark out, vampires were out. Soap was in danger—

He didn't bother going to the gate, choosing to climb and launch himself over the ten foot fence. He knew he was setting off alarms as he moved, he could here something going off in the distance. Ghost couldn't recall the last time he moved like this, especially not in this body. Was this body even capable of keeping up? Had it adapted to handle Ghost? Ghost hadn't ever tested that out.

Ghost was in the streets, dodging cars and not bothering to care when he heard them swerving. He climbed a building to avoid making too much of a disturbance and continued on that way. God, he could hear Price's lecture already. But that won't matter, if he can get to Soap in time—

Ghost heard his phone ringing, it was probably Jamison. He didn't answer, that wasn't important. Soap is what mattered, and Ghost was making sure he was coming home.

Because, for some reason, Ghost didn't want Soap to die, and he had to accept that.

[the-whispers-of-death]

I’m in severe pain that I think might be my wisdom teeth so bear in mind that this may be the pain talking but now I really want to write that. 🫧

Can’t decide if I should make it cannon (minus the hybrid bit). Which option is angstier?

Ghost thinking Bandito is dead, and Bandito thinking Ghost is dead. Ghost being closed off because he’s lost everyone he ever loved and Bandito being happy and outgoing but never managing to get herself past surface level friendship because she’s terrified they’ll leave her too. She joins Graves’ Shadows because she’s determined to live on and honour Simon Riley’s name by defending those who can’t defend themselves, just as he did all his life. Bandito and Ghost skirting around eachother for months, even years before Ghost opens up to Crow about the girl he described like she was the sun. Even then, it’s only by coincidence that Crow sees Bandito with that yellow bandana that Nadia wore in the blurry Polaroid Simon kept hidden away in a box. And when Crow orchestrates a situation where Ghost sees Bandito wearing Nadia’s bandana, he’s so very angry that this PMC would dare to sully his late best friend’s image like that - until the masks come off and Nadia and Simon have to stomach the fact that all these years the person they cherished the most was right in front of them while they mourned.

Ghost thinking Bandito is dead, and Bandito thinking Ghost abandoned her. Bandito being convinced that Ghost killed his family, left her to die, and is still out there somewhere. She saw on the news that he was suspected of killing the Riley family but deep down, she knows that the body they claim to be him just… isn’t. Bandito agreeing to join Graves’ Shadows on the condition that they would help her track down and kill Simon Riley. Along the way, Bandito building very close friendships with the 141, especially the masked Lieutenant who seems to understand her pain. A close enough friendship, in fact, for Bandito to talk to Ghost (without being too specific) about the boy she grew up next to who left her for dead and killed everyone they both held dear. A close enough friendship for Ghost to confide in Bandito (without being too specific) about the girl who called herself an artist but only ever painted on brick walls and shop shutters. That’s why it hurts so much when Bandito sees that Ghost, the man who seemed to be cut from the same cloth as her - who she felt like she knew was actually Simon, the man who ripped out her heart and laughed while doing so. That’s why it hurts so much when Ghost sees that Bandito, who was so respectful and kind and felt like home used to - who he felt like he knew was actually Nadia, the woman whose body nor dog tags he never got back and whom he never stopped mourning.

You pick, saddest becomes cannon.

It pains me to say this, since the saddest becomes canon, but the saddest is Bandito thinking Ghost abandoned her.

[walkingstackofbooks]

SNW 2x2 'Ad Astra per Aspera' thought-stream

Obviously this has spoilers, so I’ve put it under the cut :)

My mind is far too DS9. First thought on seeing little Una's parents argue? 'I wonder if this was ever a problem for Julian'. 😅

But also, poor Una, how scary that would be? Her parents aren't even hiding this argument from her!

"Two year prison sentence minimum" oooh like Richard Bashir got

"I can wait" I love Pike's stubbornness. He's a Very Good Egg

Genetic engineering as a metaphor for queerness is something I cannot unsee

Gosh I need to rewatch the last series

"Congratulations, you discovered empathy." Ohh I like her.

"You're a piece of work, Pike." "Yeah, but you still haven't said no..." His grin.

"After 25 years..." - if Neera and Una have been fallen out for so long, how come Pike appears to know her?

"Until two months ago my record with Starfleet was spotless. When they didn't know, they didn't care. The only thing that's changed is that they know the truth." ... "And now Starfleet are asking me to hide again so that no-one has to know an Illyrian climbed the ranks of Starfleet." ... "I shouldn't have to hide anymore. None of us should."... "I'm doing this for me. And for all the Illyrians who can't or just won't pretend to not be who they really are." (GENETIC ENGINEERING AS QUEER METAPHOR I CANNOT)

Pike in his apron!

I just don't see how this can work out for Una, knowing what we do about augmentation laws in the 2300s. Unless it's an Illyrian-only exception I guess?

20 YEARS?!!!!! Fuuuuu-

I really love Neera. She's unapologetically herself and she doesn't lessen herself or force herself to be nice just for people to accept her.

Neera's "Lieutenant Noonien-Singh." is SO pointed

Erica's Spock impression XD

Interesting to see Erica being a little Vulcan-racist, that makes future-her in 1x10 make more sense... Not a great look, but we know the Federation aren't always the best and I like the way this has been put in

"I regret you had to witness that outburst" -oh, Spock. That was very Spock of you.

If La'an obtains her evidence that the evidence about Una was gained illegally by her acting illegally, won't her evidence get turned down by the same rules?

YES UHURA. I mean I want Una freed but standing up for what you think is right against your mentor is pretty damn awesome

"My client is only here because of who she is and because she felt she had no other choice than to hide that fact, just like the millions before her who were forced to hide how they worshipped, how they loved, what they truly looked like, because it made others uncomfortable. Because it made others afraid." I am crying. Damn, Star Trek. You do good.

Frick. That didn't work. I thought her line of questioning was great, but I thought it would come to a point - maybe to make April say he would have liked to sponsor her, if he had known, or that he thought it wasn't a just law?

I still really love Neera, even if Una is probably right that this isn't going to help *specifically* Una

The hate in La'an's eyes when she's asked "Do you have any relation to Khan Noonien Singh?"

I do love their dress uniforms. They just fit in so well.

"An affinity for Gilbert and Sullivan musicals." On one hand I agree it feels weird when Spock is the comic relief but on the other hand I love this and I think it is actually a precursor of Spock's more subtle humour in TOS

"Would it be fair to say that you would not have joined Starfleet if not for Commander Chin-Riley?" "Counsellor, I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Una." Una's unsteady breath <3

"I think it is illogical for Starfleet to punish itself." SPOCK IS AWESOME PLS OUTLOGIC THAT OTHER VULCAN

TOS music underneath their who is Una to mes!!!

If La'an thinks it was *her* personal log can't she see where that went?

"There is nothing wrong with you, Lieutenant. No hidden monster inside." Boy I love this plotline so so much (and wish we could have seen more of this for Julian shhh...)

"They look down at us for so long that we begin to to look down at ourselves." Damn.

Is La'an genetically modified or just has legacy DNA 200 years later?

Would it make sense for Una to have turned herself in? I feel like she's the only person we *know* who could have done it, and I feel this is leading up to the reveal of someone we *know*. But why wouldn't she have told Pike? And why so angry at Neera for putting the Illyrian cause first?

I'd... always though aspera meant hope XD Welp. It's not like I did ten years of Latin and have a degree in it right? 😅😅

(I looked it up - I'd got confused with "sperare" which means "to hope". Feel less bad :P)

"So many people from so many planets" pans to the mostly human command crew of Enterprise XD

"On what date did Captain Christopher Pike..." OH NO OH NO OH NO

Well, fuck.

He is a Very Odious Vulcan. Ugh. "She is clearly toxic" NO YOU ARE SHUT UP

Oh gosh, Una's going to be so guilty if Chris goes down with her

"All this tribunal needs to do now is confirm that status to absolve them both." I said I loved this woman.

"A law is not a mirror to society a law is an ideal a beacon to remind us how to be our better selves."

Yay!!!! She's free!

The communication whistle! phWEEE-oooo! I'd missed that <3

"But I am looking at a Starfleet crew who proudly serve under an Illyrian Commander." Idk why but this made me tear up again.

"If you're all here, who's flying the ship?" XD XD XD

HUUUUUG, Chris' face of scared upset relief 💔

YAY WE GOT UNA BACK, NOW THE WHOLE GANG CAN GO ADVENTURE!

Just realised we never got Chris' response to Spock stealing the Enterprise - more important things, I know, but man I wanted to be a fly on the wall there!

[venusswhite]

Acima das Ruínas | Cinco​

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Four - Six

In the morning, the sun rose with its warm light, painting the day with a pleasant atmosphere, although they couldn't escape the tension surrounding them.

Upon waking up, I noticed Ghost was absent from the bed. I went downstairs and found him and Soap engrossed in a conversation while examining a map.

"Good morning! Any news?" I spoke, trying to maintain optimism.

"We have an idea of where Price is and where the safe haven might be located," Soap said seriously.

"Really?" My curiosity was piqued.

"Yes. They call it Aurora Peak, where there's a military base," explained Soap.

"It seems like the safest place for them," I commented, assessing the information.

"And what about the distance?" I asked.

"It's a bit far… About an 8-hour drive. On foot? Well, only God knows," Ghost admitted.

"It looks like we have a long journey ahead," I murmured, already feeling exhausted just thinking about it.

"And we're not even sure if Price is there. We could risk going further from our true destination," Ghost expressed his concern.

"You're right… The most sensible thing would be to try to contact Price," Soap agreed, closing the map. "Well, I'm hungry."

"I am too," I said, realizing my stomach was complaining.

"I'll try to set up an improvised stove. Soap has some canned soups," Ghost grabbed old pots and grills, and the result was surprising. The food was warm and felt like a complete feast given the circumstances.

✧˖°₊

We decided to turn the house into our shelter for the time being. It was risky to go out without being sure the safe haven was there.

We did our best to secure the house, boarding up windows and reinforcing the keyless doors.

After having a meal that resembled breakfast, we realized we were running out of canned food for the coming days.

"We need to get more," Soap said, looking at the four canned soups we had left.

"We could go now since we have nothing else to do."

"I and Soap will…"

"What? Why?" I was surprised.

"It's not necessary for everyone to go."

"Everyone? There are only three of us. There's no reason for just the two of you to go."

"Why do you want to go? Stay here and rest."

"I don't want to rest, Ghost."

"Well, do whatever you want then."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not!" Ghost started to get annoyed.

"Yes, I am!" I approached him, shouting.

"You're not going, and that's final," he said with the same intensity.

"Why not?" I shouted.

"Because I don't want to lose you," he shouted. "Do you know what I felt when I saw that zombie on top of you? I thought he had hurt you, that I would have to kill you because he bit you…"

"Ghost…" I said more softly.

"Please listen to me. I'm begging you. Stay here…" he calmed down a bit.

"I… I understand. I worry about you too."

"I know, but I'm stronger than you, and I can take better care of myself. I'm not saying you're weak, quite the opposite. But I worry a lot about you, [name]."

"Ghost… I just want to help."

"I know, but I can't help but worry. I'm afraid a zombie could get you again. I'll feel more at ease if you stay here…"

"Alright, but just this time. You need to trust me."

"I do trust you. I just don't trust those disgusting Freaks."

"I'll stay here then."

"Thank you!" Then he hugged me.

✧˖°₊

Ghost

"She's got you wrapped around her finger, Lieutenant."

"Shut up, Soap."

We were heading toward a market that Soap had found before we met.

"So, how did you two meet?" Soap asked.

"I found her in the woods."

"You really like her…" Soap said.

"I just… worry. I can't help it."

"Well, don't try to, but you need to give her a chance. I bet you taught her some moves. She'll know how to fend for herself."

"I did teach her, and she's good, but before we fought, and I told her to leave, a zombie attacked her. That's how the communication radio got destroyed. I got mad, and when I realized she had really left, I went crazy…"

"The good thing is she found me."

"That worries me too. What if it wasn't you? After I started worrying about her, I realized I can't just worry about zombies, but also about another survivor… you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. You're right, but still."

"There are a lot of zombies here. I doubt there are many survivors. She'll be safer at home."

"You know what? She won't accept that every time, right?"

"I know. I need to learn to control myself, but… the fear I feel just thinking about losing her is too much."

"Look at that, Ghost in love. I can die in peace now," Soap teased, laughing.

✧˖°₊

[name]

After Ghost and Soap left, I practiced my aim. I wanted to get stronger so that he wouldn't worry as much. I believe he has some trauma about this, but I'm not sure. I read once that soldiers acquire many traumas throughout their careers.

I also went upstairs and checked. Miraculously, the shower still had water. It wasn't hot, but it was enough to get clean.

After a few hours, I heard knocking on the door. I approached it slowly with my knife ready to attack, if necessary.

"[name]? Are you okay?" I heard Ghost's voice, filled with concern.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling as I opened the door. "I was afraid it wasn't you."

"We brought plenty of food. We won't need to go out for a while," Ghost came in and put his arm around my shoulders as he led me back to the living room.

"There were many of them there?"

"Many. I doubt there are many survivors here," Soap said.

"I brought some clothes for you and things you might need," he handed me a black bag.

"Thank you, Ghost. While you were gone, I checked upstairs, and the shower still works."

"This house must have its own well. I'll check if the water is clean," Soap said, heading outside.

"You take a shower first," Ghost suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. If we're lucky, we might even get a full shower. I brought soap and stuff for you to wash your hair…" he rummaged in the bag, showing me. "I also brought sanitary pads and other things you might need."

"Thank you, Ghost. Now that you mentioned sanitary pads, I realized it hasn't been that time of the month for months…"

"It could be due to malnutrition. Now that you're getting healthy again, it should return to normal."

"Yeah, you're right."

I put everything back in the bag.

"All set! The water is safe, and it won't run out anytime soon. This family definitely had money," Soap said excitedly.

"Thank you, Soap. I'll go first, okay?"

"Of course, miss. Go ahead!"

So I went upstairs and had the best shower I could imagine. I washed my hair and every inch of my body. I let the cold water envelop me, closed my eyes, and pretended that everything was fine. Our world was still the same. There were no undead in the streets.

Coming back to reality, I started to dry myself and looked at the clothes Ghost had brought. There were shorts, shirts, and a thicker jacket. There were also jeans and a hoodie, which was wrapped with… panties. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realized he had thought to bring panties for me.

I can't deny that it will be useful. I don't want to get an infection.

I put on some warm clothes and went to the room where Ghost and I slept because it was late in the afternoon. I put my things in the wardrobe and went downstairs.

"That was the best shower of my life…"

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

Ouvi uma voz vinda do rádio de comunicação que Soap havia trazido consigo, junto com os dois homens que pareciam crianças que tinham acabado de receber o melhor presente de suas vidas…

[wilsonsnest]

Title: a sense of properity Word Count: 1,915 Square Filled: Royalty AU Warnings: None Rating: PG Summary: Captain Steve Rogers had been so enamored with Captain Samuel Wilson he hadn’t even considered why the Prince never showed his face.

Steve stared at Captain - no Prince Wilson, the man he had started becoming besotted with during their journey. He was exhausted, his hands still trembling with the adrenaline of having just taken out the assassins who had been out for the Prince’s life, but he couldn’t sit down. He wasn’t even sure what to think in this moment.

Just a week ago he had traveled up to the Kingdom of Har-Lem to provide escort for the Prince to attend a treaty resigning at the behest of Prince Stark. There had been a rash of robberies and even killings on the main roads. Common folk, nobles and even knights were not off limits to the rogues. When there had been rumors of an attempt on the middle Wilson child’s life, Steve and his company had been sent just in case.

He hadn’t expected to make such a good friend in Captain Samuel Wilson. A young, handsome man who held an air of nobility that Steve had just thought was part of his gracious nature. The rest of men in Sam’s troupe respected him, but there was a warmth between them that told of just how much he loved them and they loved him. Because they were both Captains, Steve naturally fell in line with him during most of the journey. Discussing the rumors, training and the particularities of being Captain. Steve had grown fond of Sam, perhaps too fond for such a short journey, but Sam was simply magnetic. He could now see that he was so preoccupied with getting to know Sam that he hadn’t even bothered to question why the Prince was never seen outside of his carriage.

Steve felt foolish, and a little heartbroken. He had hoped that once they reached Midtown and the Prince was safely behind castle walls he and Sam would have more time to get to know each other personally. Alone. Now, he saw that it was an impossibility.

Steve nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his arm and he turned to look at his Lieutenant, Natasha. The woman looked a little ruffled. Her tabbard was slightly askew and her normally well-groomed hair was sticking up from where she had taken off her helmet. There was sympathy in her eyes, perceptive to Steve’s plight. She had been more than a little amused every time he came back late to their tent after spending long hours speaking with Sam before bed.

“Come on, Captain.” Natasha said kindly. “Let’s get cleaned up. I think we’re staying the night and we’ll head out in the morning.”

Steve nodded and followed her back to their encampment, shifting his focus to making sure his men were alright.

x x x x

Steve was surprised that night when he saw a shadow lingering outside of his tent. It was yet early, but Natasha had put together their watch and insisted that Steve get some rest. He knew that if it were his Lieutenant she would not have hesitated to come in of her own accord, which meant it was someone else.

In just a loose shirt and pants he ducked out of his tent, surprised to come face to face with Sam - the Prince. It took Steve a moment before he regained his composure and bowed low, unsure of how to act now in his presence. When he looked up, he realized he couldn’t read Sam’s expression in the glowing up the firelight nearby. But if he could tell anything by his body language he would say the the Prince seemed nervous.

“You don’t have to do that.” Sam spoke up suddenly, a sigh laden in his voice. “I’m not even your prince.”

Something about that statement stung and Steve looked down at the Prince’s boots, unwillingly to even try and meet his eye. He had never felt this sense of propriety around Prince Stark, and felt quite comfortable in most noble and royal presence. But this was different. This was a man whom he had spent the week with, who he had decided the night before he wanted to court.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide this from you.” Sam sounded sincere and a little desperate. “It seemed like it would be a fool-proof plan. The assassins wouldn’t have known the difference if I just blended in with the rest of the guard.”

Steve nodded, the assassins hadn’t known what Sam looked like. They had just gone straight for the carriage, and their folly made it easy for them to be apprehended. Neither Steve nor his troupe had even known Sam was the Prince until his Lieutenant, Riley, had called out for people to get to Sam. Afterwards there was was a whirlwind of activity as people attempted to make sure that the Prince was unharmed.

“You could have been killed.” Steve said quite suddenly, looking up. He remembered looking over, Sam astride his chestnut colored mare, two enemies on either side. “Who is your Captain that he would even allow such a rouse?”

Sam snorted, and folded his arms across his chest. “Trust me, it took quite the time to convince Riley to play along. But he trusted me enough to agree to it.”

Steve nodded, thinking of the blonde man who was a near constant at Sam’s side. He was generally laid back, and kind and Steve had thought he made a good counterbalance to Sam’s seriousness. Now he realized how that relationship had worked to their advantage in creating this plan. It stung a little to know he had been duped, but he was also impressed.

“Steve,” Sam then looked a little unsure. “Captain Rogers, I-- I greatly apologize for keeping this from you. I had wanted to tell you, but...”

Steve tilted his head a little, fascinated by how shy the other man suddenly seemed.

“I had come to greatly enjoy your company. I enjoyed our time riding side by side, speaking of our friends and family. Our nights together by the firelight were some of the best times I’ve ever had. You treated me like just another knight, an equal. It was selfish, I know this, but...” Sam couldn’t meet Steve’s eyes. “I could pretend for just one moment that I was just like everyone else.”

“Your highness--”

Sam sighed, a sad sound that gave Steve pause. His instinct told to him to reach out, take the other man’s hand in his for comfort. Any other night before now he would have done it. But now it would be completely inappropriate for him to be so familiar.

“Right. I won’t take up more of your time.” Sam said, casting his gaze toward the fire. “I just wanted to apologize. And thank you for your service, Captain.”

Before Steve could say anything else, the Prince turned and hurried back to his side of camp, leaving Steve feeling cold and confused.

x x x x

“Commander Rhodes and Prince Wilson look awfully comfortable.”

Steve looked up to see his oldest friend, coming toward him holding a goblet of fine in one hand. Bucky looked good in black and silver colors of the Wakandan security forces. He was still styled in a tabbard, but the wolf crest signifying his noble birth house was now intertwined with two Amaryllis plants of his adopted home.

“I’m sure they have important things to speak of.” Steve murmured, as he cast a glance across the busy room to see the Commander and Prince leaning into each other’s space as they had been for quite some time. Not that Steve had been watching. “Commander Rhodes will want to know of the situation we encountered out on the road.”

“Ah, no doubt telling of your heroics.” Bucky laughed a little, probably already a little loose from the wine. “They’d make a fine coupling though.”

Steve felt the back of his neck burning beneath his collar. He had no right to be upset about that, because it wasn’t as if it weren’t true. Commander Rhodes was Prince Stark’s closest confidant, a brilliant strategist and a good man. The fact that he had yet to be married did not go unremarked upon. A middle Prince of the neighboring kingdom could be a good show of friendship between the two kingdoms.

“Steve, we all know Rhodes is far too devoted to Prince Stark to put another before him.” Bucky said levelly, eyeing him over his goblet. “You ought to go over and ask for his time. Take him out to the gardens.”

Steve shook his head vehemently. “It wouldn’t be proper.”

“Steve. You’re the Captain of the Guard. And you know as well as I that Prince Stark would promote you to Commander if you had any desire for it.” Bucky said. “You have land, land that you earned and if what you told me about him is true he would be more impressed by that than if it were just your birthright.”

He put a hand on his friend’s arm, warm and solid. Steve looked up at him, trying not to let the hope shine in his eyes as  Bucky continued.

“Take it from me.” His eyes slid over to where Prince T’Challa and two of his personal guards were standing watch. “People appreciate it when you're honest. You say his men adore him, and respect him. That he fought off the bandits just as you did. He isn’t some wilting flower, Steve, allow him the dignity of choice.”

Steve swallowed thickly just as he watched Rhodes and the Prince lean in and laugh together over something. It burned in his gut to think that he might be missing an opportunity because he didn’t think he was worthy of the Prince’s time. He wasn’t just a knight, he was a Captain and landed gentry at that. He had worked hard to get to his station in life and he would work harder to make the Prince as happy as he could. He had to at least be brave enough to try.

“Sir Barnes.” Steve said with a sharp nod toward Bucky, causing his friend to nearly drop his drink before he laughed, unable to control himself.

He found himself making his way across the room, ignoring an eyes tracking his movements before stopping before the Commander and the Prince. Rhodes looked over at him and looked vaguely amused, eyes flickering over toward Sam. Sam though was looking back at Steve, eyes just slightly widened but otherwise the picture of perfect royal neutrality.

“Commander Rhodes, if you could spare me some of Prince Samuel’s time.” Steve chose his words carefully so that they could not be mistaken for anything but a man asking for a moment with a potential partner. It already prickled at his nerves that he wasn’t asking Sam directly, but he wanted to do things right.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Rhodes nodded to Steve before bowing low to the Prince and walking off.

“You could have asked me.” Sam said, raising an eyebrow delicately. The question layered under his statement.

Steve only smiled gently. “Not with him here.”  He offered his arm, well aware that there were probably those watching their every move. “Prince Samuel Wilson, would you join me for a tour of the gardens?”

Sam studied him, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if he were searching for something  in Steve’s face. Finally he nodded and took the offered arm, leaning into Steve’s warmth. “Lead the way, Captain.”

[spirkpride]

My Fave Spirk Fics

(!) = Smut

(*) = I love this fic and have gone back to re-read multiple times

(-) = Short fic

(|) = Long Fic

Listening Skills by Aelimir (-)

K/S. Spock has concluded that the Captain doesn't listen to him. Uhura, as the communications officer, disagrees. What is the real problem? AU set before "Into Darkness." Rating changed due to reviewer suggestion. :)

Thy Soul, Alight In The Dark by Aerlalaith (|)

When disgraced former Starfleet captain and current salvage runner James T. Kirk stumbles upon what appears to be an abandoned Vulcan research vessel on the edge of Federation Space, he thinks he’s finally found some luck. The state of the ship and the fate of her original crew however, turn what was supposed to have been a standard day’s work into something quite a bit stranger. As Kirk and his crew debate if they can—or should—wake a sleeping survivor, it soon becomes clear that the nightmare is just beginning.

In Another World by ashayamspirk (!)

Starfleet believed Jim Kirk was destined for command. Jim Kirk would prefer to leave his father's long Starfleet reputation behind him and dedicate himself to xeno-botany. Offered a position to work on hybrid plants on Vulcan, Jim is put into contact with a tutor, the blind xenolinguistics professor, Spock. It's only after meeting him that Jim realizes how he and Spock are connected, and why the Vulcan hates him so much.But then fate has other ideas, and long after Jim leaves earth for Vulcan, they're thrown into each other's paths once again.

Designated by ashayamspirk (!)

“I would like you to read over the contract and consider what you are agreeing to before you sign,” Spock says, and reaches for the PADD on the table.And because Jim is an absolute dipshit who thinks nothing through ever at all, he just shrugs and uses his fingers to scroll to the bottom, signs, and hits send. Amok Time AU

Vulcan Keeping and Other Problems by t_3po (*)

Where's the manual for raising nerdy young Vulcans chasing after local bad boys when you actually need it?

I Will Have This by ashayamspirk (!) (series has been discontinued, consider the first story in the series a one shot)

Just as she finished adding a small box of sweets to her items, she felt a tug on the sleeve of her robe. Turning, she had a smile prepared, and a praise on the tip of her tongue for whatever item her son had chosen. That turned into a sharp gasp when she realized that carefully ensconced in her son’s arms was not any item for sale in the shop, but a very human baby. “Mother, I will have this.”

Something Smart To To by kianspo (|) (!)

In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.

When You’re Making Other Plans by lah_mrh

Jim always thought the absence of a soulmark on his arm meant he didn't have a soulmate. When he and Spock team up to take down Nero, he discovers how wrong he was.

Somewhere to Begin by jouissant (|)

Everything's fine between Jim and Spock at the end of the first five year mission, or so Jim thinks. But then Spock up and leaves San Francisco without so much as a goodbye, and Jim's suddenly faced with the prospect of life without his first officer...unless he can go to New York and win Spock back.

Of Spocks and Socks by gentleau (-) (*)

The giving of gifts is a most illogical practice, Spock doesn’t know how to be in a human relationship, and no one ever talks to Jim about anything.

My Soul, Reflected, or Mirror Kirk Sucks at Wooing by Nicnac (-) (*)

Five times Kirk tried to win his soulmate over, and one time Spock succeeded without really trying.

Star Trek: T-Shirts, Jackets, and Kisses by IBegToDreamAndDiffer

Or, how Jim outed them to the crew, how Spock outed them to the Academy, and how they outed themselves to Earth at large.

Everything’s Alright by VicBaylies (-) (!)

Set sometime after Amok Time. Spock suffers a relapse of Pon Farr, and Kirk is there to help him out. Somewhat established relationship

Spaceships, Private Jets, and Minivans: How to Start a Global Incident in 5 Minutes Flat by Scientia_Fantasia (|)

One early summer morning in Riverside, Iowa, a spacecraft crash lands into the backyard of a highschooler by the name of James T. Kirk.Earth history is changed forever.

To Catch A Fish by Darksknight (!) (*)

Spock’s realized that while he treasures his deep friendship with Jim, he’s come to desire more. He sets out to tell Jim of his feelings, but finds the task... considerably more difficult than he'd first imagined it to be.

Plucked by cembular (!)

Spock loses his virginity to his captain and boyfriend. PWP

This is Bumbles by PurpleFluffyCat (!) (-) (*)

This porny, fluffy, slightly-cracky(!) fic was written for a Star Trek kink meme. The prompt suggested subverting the usual trope of Vulcans in pon farr as aggressive and uber-dominant, and read as follows:"Spock's in pon farr. Jim finds out and offers to help him out! Instead of being aggressive in pon farr, Spock is super loving, emotional and sweet. Bonus if it takes Jim off guard!"

In Any Language by Enterprisingly (!) (-)

A love story in 10 parts. Based on a tumblr post about relationship words that do not translate to English.

Aubade by jouissant (-) (*)

In which a child is born, and nobody is ever going to sleep ever again.

Sudden Insight by falsepremise (!) (|)

Jim experiences a sudden insight- he is in love with Spock. Fortunately, Spock Prime foresaw this eventuality and has ensured that Jim will have access to the knowledge that he needs to seduce his t'hy'la.

Another Way Jim and Spock Could Meet as Kids by Seasnake (-)

Your heart’s sudden but inevitable betrayal by WhatIfImaMermaid (-)

Every once in while, when he’s feeling the perfect combination of nostalgic and impish, he asks Spock about that night. Most times Spock just smiles that non-smile of his into the curve of Jim's neck, and says nothing.

Or:

They first meet in a bar. In San Francisco. After one of Jim’s epic brawls.

Blue Fields by WerewolvesAreReal (|) (*)

In his thirteenth year James Kirk ends up on Tarsus IV with his aunt and uncle. During the famine he takes refuge with a six year-old named Kevin Riley and a young half-Vulcan.

Missing Pieces by IchabodNasty (Effulgent) (*)

Spock is very young when he loses his leg, he feels like he is incomplete until he meets one James T. Kirk.

The Stars Seem Familiar by lallyloo (-) (*)

After a transporter incident, de-aged Spock Prime is left in the care of Jim Kirk. Nu Spock becomes illogically jealous of Spock Prime. De-aged fluff fic.

Bragging Rights by Ragdoll (Keshka) (!) (*) (|)

AU. Two and a half years into his time at Starfleet Academy, Cadet Jim Kirk meets Lieutenant-Commander Spock, and the sparks begin to fly.

Dynamic by coffee666

Jim is tired of the crew assuming he and Spock don't work well together just because they happen to disagree a lot. To prove them wrong, Jim convinces Spock they should start dating.

Playing up their romantic relationship in front of the crew for spite should be fun. The hard part is that they're both secretly crushing on each other.

Ardor by ThereBeWhalesHere (!)

AU where everything is the same, but when Vulcans find their soulmate they sense it through their pheromones. These pheromones are, well, incredibly insistent. Spock's pretty sure he's immune to them until he meets one James T. Kirk. Really this is just an excuse to write sexually-frustrated!Spock who's pretty much DTF from the get-go.

cast out fear by s0mmerspr0ssen (|) (*)

Kirk saves Vulcan from Nero at high cost to himself. It falls to Spock to pick up the pieces.

A Theoretical Novelty by FallacyFallacy (!) (|)

So, it turned out that Jim's skill at chess was the hottest thing Spock had ever experienced. He only wished he hadn't found that out in the middle of the rec room. Repeatedly. Written for Kink_Bingo for 'Humiliation (In Public)'.

Some Cupid by summerofspock (-) (!)

Tired of their childish fighting, McCoy sets out to set up Jim and Spock. Antics ensue. (i.e. that time i wrote Much Ado About Nothing using Kirk and Spock)

Devil’s Bargain by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) (!)

Set after TMP. Spock’s impending pon farr makes him wary of agreeing to a second five-year mission, so Kirk agrees to lend a hand (so to speak) should the situation arise. What could possibly go wrong?

Written for the KiScon 2012 zine. Beta-read by jaylee_g with additional editing by arminaa.

That One Time When Jim and Spock Met Their Daughter From the Future by pristineungift

You know your day is going to be weird when some kid you’ve never seen before calls you ‘Papa.’

The level of human emotional and physical sexual satisfaction as determined by one’s partner; an examination of the accuracy of the tiered interpretation as applied to male, homosexual couples by Aerlalaith (-)

Or, in which Kirk and Spock have sex for science.

Searching for Everything by notboldly (!)

Spock never expected his youthful indiscretions to affect his future. Fortunately, Jim is too stubborn to let that happen.

Santa, Baby by rabidchild67

Spock is a department store Santa. Hilarity ensues.

Reasons We Should Date: A Logical Approach by iknewaman (*) (-)

Jim really wants to get across to Spock how well they are together, but he's not sure how to go about it.

Eventually he decides fuck it, the simplest way to get Spock to understand is to walk him through it, and he does so using the wonderful medium of digital presentations.

What We Don't Say (or The Epic Wedding of Jim and Spock) museaway (-)

The first time Jim proposes, they’re naked.

Bang a Gong by waketosleep (|) (!) (*)

The chronicles of the Sad Bastards Club (Enterprise Chapter).

It was just the two of us by sinking_m (-)

Again, everyone knows except for Jim

Measure of Happiness by writeonclara (|)

When Spock chose Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy, he had not anticipated cohabiting with the most illogical, irrational, emotional human he ever met.

On the flip side, Jim never asked for a Vulcan chaperone, especially one as snotty as Spock, son of Sarek.

A Starfleet Academy AU in which Spock adapts to human life, Jim learns very, very quickly never to play a prank on a Vulcan, and there are far too many people after Jim Kirk's life.

No-Win Scenario by CateAdams (!)

A split-second decision changes Jim’s life forever, as a desperate bid for survival results in a bond with Spock. As Jim tries to understand their new connection, he must contend with his own inner struggles. Surprising new enemies are revealed and unexpected threats emerge, and Jim must come to terms with the true significance of their bond before it is too late.

Through Chekov's Eyes by littlebirdtold (!)

In which Mr. Spock hates Chekov and terrorizes the crew, Captain Kirk has the best poker face on the ship, Chekov never means to eavesdrop, Uhura gets some curves, Kirk gets cock-blocked, Spock gets off, McCoy pulls rank, Spock pulls Kirk's pigtails, and love sucks.

Friends With Benefits For Idiots by yaoichan12 (|) (!)

Spock loves Jim but won't tell him. Jim loves Spock but won't tell him. They get to talking about friends with benefits and end up agreeing to start that type of relationship. Both think that's all they'll ever get to have with one another, so they keep their mouth shut about their feelings and just have sex.

Chess, and other Aphrodisiacs by obsidienne (!) (*) (|)

When Jim is brought up on charges of academic dishonesty, he decides to find out who his accuser is.

As You Wish by writeonclara (|) (*)

It's probably a phenomenally bad idea to let someone named Lucifer grant you seven wishes, but, well, why the hell not? Maybe then Jim can finally have that perfect command team from the other universe he so desperately wants.

Then again, wishing that Spock would loosen up a bit shouldn't land him in pre-Reform Vulcan.

Maybe he'll get it right next time.

Sure Thing by FagurFiskur (!) (-) (*)

Based on this prompt:

Because of his reputation (which initally came from nowhere) men have always assumed Kirk is a sure thing and have never tried to seduced Kirk... just used the old wham, bam thank you ma'am (or sir in this case)and have rarely bothed about his pleasure. (...)

(...)So suddenly Kirk finds himself being courted by Spock... at first Kirk thinks it is Spock trying to mess with his mind because Spock is still pissed about the 'cheating' incident but is soon disabused of that notion and he finds himself in his first loving, committed relationship in his life.

Echolocation by Darksknight (-)

Kirk and Spock don’t realize that they’ve bonded right away. The rest of the crew is a different story.

Eavesdropping by coffee666 (-) (!) (*)

Jim knows for a fact that Spock and Uhura and talking about him when they start whispering in Vulcan. He has no idea what they're saying, until he takes it upon himself to learn the language.

___

Spock gushes about his crush on Jim, having no idea that Jim can understand him

Subtext by noodleinabarrel (*)

Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.

The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion.

Pyromania by sinestrated (-) (!)

Jim has been burning bridges since childhood. The Enterprise and Spock eventually change that.

Limits of Interpretation, or: So You Want to Date a Vulcan by druxykexy (*)

Kirk learns that, when it comes to the cultural habits of Vulcans, it's not a good idea to trust other people's research. Spock gets to see a different side of his captain (that may or may not exist). There's a reboot of the TOS episode "Shore Leave" somewhere in the middle of all this.

Note: The McCoy/Barrows relationship is fairly background, and is included due to its presence in the episode.

Armchair Psychology bigmamag (-)

McCoy forces Kirk and Spock to write an ongoing list of things they like about each other. Kirk doesn’t know if he’ll be able to make his weekly quota. At least, not at first.

Blind Date by Aelimir (-) (*)

McCoy convinces Jim to go on a blind date. Only, things don't go as planned.

Abrams-style, except for that fact that George lived.

Perception by Aelimir (-)

Everything happened like it did in 2009, except the Narada never attacked Vulcan. After several missions, Pike retires and Jim is appointed in his place. The downside? He's required to have Spock, that bastard who tried to get him kicked out of Starfleet, as his First Officer.

Jim soon learns that perception is everything, and not all is as it seems.

So Wise We Grow by Deastar (|) (*)

"Commander Spock, we have located your son," the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock's face that he's never heard of this kid before in his life. "If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week."

Looking to the Stars (Like They've Got All the Answers) by shards_of_divinity (!) (|)

Jim and Spock's relationship is on the edge of something deeper than friendship. When their kidnapper's ship crashes to an uncharted and uninhabited planet, Jim and Spock have to fight to stay alive, and the strength of their uncertain relationship is tested when Spock enters Pon Farr...

we have not touched the stars by prouvairing (-) (*)

Sometimes they’ll also ask him why he hasn’t gone out and chased his soulbond yet.

Jim will point to the sky, and say, “The moon’s always there, babe. Don’t need to go chasin’ after her.”

It is January, year 2063. Humanity has quietly achieved interstellar travel, and Jim Kirk’s soulbond stretches into the stars.

These things tend to get messy by WhatIfImaMermaid (!) (-)

A lot, Jim tells himself. A lot of heartbreak.

Or:

It begins because aliens make them do it, and then it becomes one of those things.

[starkbarnes-lovechild]

Lost Chances

Steve had many regrets in life—not spending enough time with his mother, not looking for Bucky’s body after he fell, and not visiting Peggy enough, were just some of them.

(On her good days, Peggy always reminded Steve how hearing and listening were two very different things. Perhaps it was her way of saying she thought he has become far too arrogant to be the man she used to know.)

After the dust had settled, Steve had a lot of time to think. Months passed since his fight with Tony but he could not get the betrayal in those usually warm brown eyes out of his head. Then that betrayal turned into resignation and that? That was what hurt the most; as if Tony believed Steve would actually kill him and that he deserved to die.

(Steve thought perhaps Tony was right to tell the new kid he was dangerous. Looking back on his actions, perhaps he would have killed Tony if he wasn’t able to change the direction of the shield in time.)

He couldn’t tell his team after getting them out of the raft. Sam had asked but he just said Tony came as a friend and helped them catch the bad guy. When they inquired about Bucky’s torn arm, he said one of the soldiers did it. He couldn’t condemn Tony even more after what he did.

On the sixth month mark, Natasha came to Wakanda.

Clint was happy to see his friend and he can tell the redhead felt almost the same. When asked why she wasn’t with Tony, she gave a heavy sigh and said he sent her away because Ross was going to be after her.

No one had anything to say about that.

After years of working together, he can tell she would rather be with Tony at this moment.

In their quitter moments, Natasha had sat beside him and said, “Tony asked me to keep Ross off your track, too.”

He didn’t know what he did to deserve a man as amazing as Tony Stark.

 *

 On Natasha’s second month in Wakanda, he overheard her and Wanda talking.

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?”

There was a short pause, then, “Tony or Vision?”

“Both.” Wanda had responded without hesitance. Steve can tell the other woman was thinking of a response, of how to say what she believed was true and how to say it to show the conviction she felt about it.

“I believe they will.” Another pause. “Tony has never been able to keep a genuine grudge. He forgives too easily because he thinks so much worse of himself.” As she continued, Steve can hear the soft smile in her voice, “He always sees the good in everyone. He’s always been blind to people’s faults.”

An answering smile was evident in Wanda’s voice as she said, “He is. It took me a while to see it, but he is.”

“And Vision.” Here, Natasha took a deep breath and let out, “Vision may be hurt, in a way, but he’s always had Tony’s good sides. He sees the good in people, no matter how much they hurt him.”

Steve realized it was impolite to keep on listening to a conversation he wasn’t supposed to be a part of so left quietly, going to visit Bucky even if the other man was still dead to the world.

 *

 On their ninth month in Wakanda, the partner of the phone he sent Tony finally rang.

He was in the kitchen with Clint and Sam, reading the news while the two men were making some breakfast. His heartbeat skyrocketed as the phone he always took with him started ringing. He froze for a moment, but when his brain processed the sound, he quickly answered the call. “Tony.” If he sounded breathless, no one but Tony would know.

There was a pause on the other end. Then, “Sorry, Captain. This is Laura. Clint’s wife?” And just like that, his heart felt heavy.

“Oh.” Was the only response from him.

“Tony gave this to me after he and Nat took my family to a safe house. Said you might know where Clint might be hiding.”

“Yeah, he’s uh, he’s with me.” He felt his throat closing for an unknown reason. Both Clint and Sam turned to look at him in confusion. He didn’t know what was in his voice to have gotten them concerned.

“May I speak to him?” Laura prompted when he didn’t say anything else.

“Oh. Yes, of course. Just—sorry. I—” he didn’t know what else to say so he called for Clint, stuttered it was Laura. He didn’t even notice how Clint’s face lit up at the mention of his wife, nor Sam’s concerned glances as he walked out of the room.

He didn’t know why, but felt extremely hollow.

 *

 “I think I fucked up, Buck.” Steve croaked a week later, watching his best friend sleep in the cryochamber. He knew the younger man wouldn’t respond, but it was Bucky he always went to when things go to hell.

Since Laura’s call the week before, Steve had been avoiding almost everyone. He overheard here and there of how Wanda had also used the phone once to talk to Vision, to apologize for what she did. Besides that, he was pretty sure the only time the phone was ever used was for Clint to contact his family.

He was envious there was someone out there who loved Clint to reach out to him.

(“I apologized to Tony. We all did.” Clint had said on the rare occasion they crossed paths and he knew what the archer was saying.

I know you want to apologize for something.

But Steve was a coward, and so he walked on.

Clint never brought it up again.)

“I dragged people into a mess they shouldn’t be in.” Steve roughly ran both his hands down his face, as if doing so would erase the weariness he felt. “Clint would have been with his family, Wanda with Vision, probably training to control her powers.” He sighed and sat on the floor heavily, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands intertwined. “Scott may never see his daughter again, after this, and Sam? He’s probably consumed with guilt after what happened to Rhodey.”

He knew about Riley, about how Sam watched him fall but couldn’t do anything to save him. He knew the other man probably had his wounds reopened after watching Rhodey fall and it was on him. Tony may have made wrong choices in this fight, but he knew, deep down, the main catalyst was his bullheadedness.

He stayed for a little while longer, watching his best friend sleep, selfishly wishing Bucky hadn’t decided to be frozen.

(The realization he made a mistake only solidified when he found out on the news how half of America agreed with him but the other half and the rest of the world hated him.

I'm sorry, Steve, that... that is dangerously arrogant.

Rhodes was right. He was being arrogant.)

 *

 It was a year later when King T’Challa told them they could all go home. By then, everyone has spoken to Tony, has slowly started to rebuild the broken relationship they had with the man. Steve, though, he felt he didn’t deserve to have the other man’s friendship. He wanted to grovel, he wanted Tony to never forgive him because the pain was just too much.

(Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong! You were a coward, Rogers—always have been, always will be.)

He asked about Bucky, of what would happen to his best friend.

“Mr. Stark had him pardoned long before the rest of the Avengers. He also found a way to help him with his triggers.” The king had replied before he fully walked out of the room.

It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

(That’s how you’ve really always been, haven’t you? Depending on others to fix your messes, pretending it was your doing. First it was Bucky, then Peggy and now Tony.)

 *

 They’ve been back on American soil for two months and already, he could see Bucky doing better. There wasn’t a lot of a development, but it’s there—miniscule but present. The rest of the Avengers have started to mend their relationship with those they left behind. Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was still furious with him.

(“You don’t have the right to call me Rhodey. Address me properly, Captain, and that’s Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes.”)

Vision was still wary of Wanda but he was willing to reconnect with her. With the rest of the team, especially with him, Vision was polite but distant. Natasha never truly left Tony’s side and so she was the only one who was treated warmly right from the start.

(“Me and Tony had a fight after I let you go.” Natasha had told him once. “I didn’t realize he was more hurt than he appeared until I was on the plane out of the country.” She had a faraway look on her face as she let him process the information. “I forget sometimes that he’s human, too. That he’s not invincible. That he has feelings and that he has a heart.” She looked at him on the last sentence then left him to his thoughts.

It wasn’t just Tony’s heart that broke. He wanted to say but kept to himself, anyway.)

Tony. Tony didn’t act as if it was water under the bridge; thank god for small mercies. He was wary, rightfully so, but was willing to forgive because he was that kind of person. It hurt, though, to see the other man flinch whenever he raised his voice or whenever he got too near. Tony didn’t have that reaction towards him until their fight.

(Can you blame him? You were so ready to kill him just to save your precious Bucky.)

He was simply grateful Tony seemed to finally be taking genuine care of himself.

 *

 On their sixth month back, as Bucky progressively got better, as the Avengers started to slowly learn trust again, Steve noticed how Tony would sometimes blush whenever Bucky looked his way. He would stutter everytime Bucky smiled or flirted with him in passing. It never occurred to Steve as odd.

Bucky was hesitant at first, obviously wondering if it was welcome. Every time Tony blushed or tried (and failed) to flirt back, he would grow bolder. Bucky had always been a charmer, a man who knew he was good looking and how to use his pretty face. This Bucky is the Bucky he remembered.

Then the touching started.

They were both hesitant at first, afraid to reach for the other. Sometimes Bucky would let his fingers brush against Tony’s when he handed the older (younger?) man’s coffee to him. Tony would let his hip brush against Bucky’s shoulder whenever he would leave the kitchen. As they grew bolder with the touches, Bucky started to mess with Tony’s hair, twisting the short strands and tugging gently, massaging the scalp. Tony would keep a hand on Bucky’s shoulder when they walk, not letting go until it was necessary. And the thing was, he wasn’t the only one who noticed.

Whenever Bucky flirted with Tony, either Natasha or Wanda would smirk. Every time Tony put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, Vision would get this soft smile on his face. And Rho—Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes? He would wear a smug smirk every time Tony and Bucky talked quietly together. Then whenever he saw Steve watching, the smirk would grow, as if he was mocking him.

Steve didn’t know why, but he felt something heavy in his chest whenever he was in the same room as the two men.

 *

 It was on the eight month that Steve realized what the heavy feeling in his chest was.

He just finished a workout in the gym, he was supposed to go with Tony and King T’Challa to a meeting with UN representatives, when he turned the corner in the hallway to see Tony trapped to the wall with Bucky pressed against him.

They were kissing. And from the looks of it, they had been doing it before today.

Steve felt that same ache in his chest.

“My offer of sanctuary was only for Sergeant Barnes.” King T’Challa said as he suddenly appeared beside Steve, watching the lovers lost in their own world.

“I’m sorry?”

The king simply glanced at him through his periphery and said, “The only reason you and the rest of your team were given sanctuary in Wakanda is because a friend asked me to keep you safe.”

At first Steve was confused, wondering why the king was telling him this. Then it clicked; it was as if he was being told of the kind of man he lost before he had him.

(You’ve become transparent, Rogers. Everyone probably knew.

Rhodes’ smug smirk made so much sense, now.)

The information was vague, but the blonde knew what the king was hinting at. Even when they have all betrayed him, even when he had every right to condemn them, Tony still took care of them without being prompted. And Steve? He had been so blind to it all that he lost what could have been his chance at an actual happily ever after.

Looking at Bucky and Tony, at how happy they have become being together, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break at what could’ve been. He knew he was a horrible best friend for having these thoughts, but he couldn’t help wishing he had accepted what he was feeling for Tony for what it was.

I’m in love with Tony Stark.

Steve had many regrets in life, but lying to himself was probably his biggest one.