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dokkamj · 7 days

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BATHROOM

|before you start to read! this story is 18+ MDNI! and also i wanna say that english is not my native language! sorry for grammar mistakes etc, thank you and enjoy.

-song: bathroom by Montell Fish.

It was all Gaz's fault, if he hadn't provoked you by challenging you to a shot contest you'd probably still be sober, but at least you'd have won.

But when Simon approached you at the bar where you were sitting with the others, you snorted. The two of you hardly ever got along, always fighting over little or big things, even though you were not on the same team, you often found yourselves together, either for training or because Captain Price knew your captain well.

"Mm, am I mistaken or are you taller than usual? princess." you didn't dignify him with a look, you didn't feel like arguing or even ruining anyone's night, so you stood there sipping your drink, your elbows resting on the bar.

Simon was watching you, almost eating you alive with his eyes, but you didn't take much notice, after half a bottle of fruity vodka and a few drinks here and there, your mind wasn't that capable of understanding everything around you.

Maybe it was the way you were dressed - Simon was too used to seeing you in the usual military uniform and your hair tied back - but tonight.

You were wearing a black corset with little red roses over lace straps, a miniskirt that covered just enough and those heels for Christ's sake you were killing him dressed like this.

Your hair down and that dark somewhat heavy makeup looked great on you, your lips dyed a crimson red.

you sip your drink before lighting a cigarette and bringing it to your own lips taking a small puff "do you smoke now?" he asks tapping his fingers on the wood of the bar counter, you sigh and finally give him a look "only on certain occasions." you reply cordially before offering him one of your cigarettes which he doesn't think twice about accepting.

"thank you little one," and even though you couldn't stand him, you couldn't suppress the smirk that formed on your lips, you usually couldn't stand it when he spoke to you that way, yet tonight, maybe because of the alcohol you found Simon more likable than usual.

Take another drag from your cigarette, and Simon couldn't help but stare at those delicious red lips. Simon always thought you were a beautiful girl, no one would have denied but tonight? tonight there was something more in your eyes that intrigued him to stay close to you.

you pull your phone out of your purse checking to see if anyone had texted you and Simon kept thinking maybe there was already someone in your life, he clenches his fists biting his lower lip before speaking "has the princess found her prince?" he joked but you shake your head laughing "Absolutely not, you must be kidding," you say before taking another sip of your drink.

"Oh, so you were alone." Simon mumbled to himself, even he didn't know what was wrong with him, he usually couldn't be around you for more than two minutes before he started arguing, when Gaz got your attention back by making you turn around, Simon's eyes landed on the back of your thighs, you were fucking perfect, despite the bone-crushing training the military put you through every day you managed to maintain your femininity and that triggered something in Simon.

Your gaze turns to Simon and you notice that there is something different about his behavior, but you don't want to pay attention to it, not now, you don't want to make him the center of your attention and your discontent, not today, so when Gaz asks you to dance with him in a friendly way, you accept by going out on the dance floor with him.

Simon didn't want to make you the center of his attention either, so while you were dancing and moving that gorgeous butt that he couldn't stand until yesterday, he decided to drink a shot contest against Soap, what could go wrong?

The minutes tick by and when Simon manages to win, he's already giggling half-drunk, "I told you you didn't stand a chance against me, Johnny." Soap snorts now defeated.

The two stared at the now almost empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, damn, tomorrow is going to be a really hard day after this drink, but nobody cared because they weren't working tomorrow.

His eyes land on you again and he stares at you as he has all night, you are tired of his strange behavior, so as soon as you finish dancing with Gaz you rush up to Simon and pull him by the collar of his shirt into a dark corner of the disco.

"Can you explain what the hell has gotten into you?" Simon asks, raising his voice, although your hand brushing his neck was not so bad.

"You're staring at me," you point out to him while nervously lighting a cigarette, fortunately the club for some strange reason allows smoking in the entire club.

"So what?" asks Simon apologetically, you get angry, he never acted like that, he was never interested in you, why now?

"So stop it, it bothers me," you tell him while you nervously smoke the cigarette.

"It's not like you're the Monnalisa y/n, stop playing hard to get." Simon snorts and rolls his eyes in annoyance, but in reality you were just like the Monnalisa, right out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful, but above all only to be looked at, not touched.

And when you give him that nervous look, like you can't stand him, like you just want him to go away, his jeans suddenly tighten and his heartbeat speeds up, fuck, why you have this effect on him every time?

"Will you stop being an asshole all the time!!!? It's okay that you don't like me, but tonight you don't even have to be near me, so why are you being like this, why do you have to be so damn attached to me?" you ask him nervously.

At this point, when he doesn't answer, you don't even know what to say anymore, but you come closer with an angry look and the blood boils in your veins and then your breath stops and the cigarette that was between your fingers falls to the ground as his hand grabs your ass and squeezes it while with his other free hand he grabs your neck and kiss you, His lips are soft and full, they taste of whiskey, at first you don't return the kiss, too many thoughts were going through your head at that moment, but then you pull him closer and kissed him back.

When you pull away to get some air, he looks at you, his hands caressing your neck, "Shut the fuck up, you give me a headache," he murmurs between your lips before tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb.

"You're an asshole," you insult him before pulling out of his grip, your cheeks flush and your legs are weak, why did this kiss make you feel so many sensations, you don't know and you don't want to know, you take a step back but he grabs you again, "Don't run away from me doll." he murmurs in your ear.

Fuck you were colleagues, it would be messy if anyone found out, but there was a part of you that wanted this, that wanted it all.

You look at him, still dazed from the kiss, his hands slipping under your miniskirt once more.

"Fuck, you look beautiful tonight," he mumbles, licking his lips in anticipation, and you feel too weak to even respond. If only to say something. Your hands rest on his pecs.

He looks at you hungrily, hungry to taste you like a Christmas cake, but before he can say a word you slap him, taking full advantage of his cheek.

"Fuck Princess, that hurts," he mumbles but he looks more excited than before, you grab his collar and kiss him harder than before, at this point you didn't care anymore.

You always thought Simon was a sexy man if it wasn't for his damn tongue and his asshole attitude.

"You want to play rough, huh? let's play rough," he says before grabbing you and slamming you against the wall of the disco, completely ignoring who was around you.

His hands slide over your thighs before grabbing them and giving light slap, your lips are on his neck sucking and biting him.

He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, "my little princess," he murmurs in your ear with a small grin on his face.

"Fuck— ya’ feel so good," you moan at his touches as one of his hands under your mini skirt strokes your intimacy with two fingers. "so wet for me—" he asks you and it was shamefully true, damn true.

"Let me take care of ya’, wanna make you tremble for the pleasure," he says before dragging you to the bathroom and locking the door.

But he is surprised when you push him to sit on the toilet seat and sat on top of him, thighs at the sides of his hips, hands slide over your thighs before grabbing them and giving it a light slap, your lips are on his neck sucking and biting him.

His big calloused hands lift your soft mini skirt and he gives you a slap on the ass worthy of a good bruise, you moan into his mouth and press your breasts against his pecs.

"Fuck princess, look what you are doing to me," he murmurs against your neck before grabbing your hand and bringing it to the crotch of his pants, your legs going soft as you feel his throbbing hardness against the palm of your hand.

"I have to make you think that I hate you because if I lose control at the base..." he trailed off as you slipped a hand under his t-shirt making him catch his breath, you could feel him start to play with your panties.

You weren't sure of anything, but you were sure that if anyone could do this to you, it was Simon. The excitement grew as the two of you devoured each other's lips and you moaned into his mouth.

"So needy you are," he said as he felt you grinding even harder against him.

"I need you," it had been too long since anyone had touched you, it was true that you preferred to be alone, but not anymore at least not now.

"Sweet fucking thing ya’ are, ask nicely," he murmured in your ear.

"Please, please, I want to feel you inside me," you moaned, you were shamefully wet for him, for a colleague of yours, but what the fuck came over you? But you didn't care.

"Good girl—" he said smirking before you kissed him again, biting his lower lip desperately. He makes you stand before he drops to his knees, the sight of him like this was too overwhelming, Simon fucking Ghost Riley on his knees for you.

His breath tickles the skin of your thighs before he leaves a bite, you smell so fucking good. He grabbed your red panties and ripped them off, you gasped as you felt his hot mouth close to your needy cunt.

Your back against the wall, Simon's hand grabbed your thigh, bringing it to one of his shoulders, "fuck- you are so perfect y/n..." he murmured as he began to eat you.

His tongue on your petals, the first lick is to tease you a little,Your hands slid over his head at that moment, you wished you could see his face but you knew he would refuse, after all this was nothing serious.

His tongue sank into you, making you moan as you held on to him as he ate you alive. "You taste so damn good, sweetheart," he moaned as he keep eating that cunt of yours, you were honeyed yet sour, a mixture that made his head spin.

Your breathing became harder and harder as you almost cried with pleasure, and when you finally came on his tongue, he had to hold you as your legs were too weak to even stand without struggling.

"Fucking hell—" he murmured as he rose to his feet, "such a pretty cunt you have, so sweet..." he whispered into your ears, he couldn't wait any longer, he needed you now.

The orgasm he had given you was not enough, you needed to feel him "please" you begged him one more time, one of his hands stopped on your neck and kissed your cheek while he unbuckled his belt with the other.

"You must be very quite, don't make me mad, understood?" he murmured against your lips, you slipped a hand into the elastic of his underwear and wrap your hands on his cock, and with your thumb tease his head, he moaned in anticipation.

Your hand where soft and so damn gentle comprare to his one “fuck—“ he moaned as he pressed his dick against the palm of your hand, you kissed his cheek and start to move your hand slowly and in a teasingly way.

He sunk his face in your neck as he moan gripping your waist.

He can’t wait any longer.

you pull down his pants and his boxer just enough to expose his dick as you tease his shaft once more by brush your thumb on his head once more, he was going insane biting on your neck as his breaths get irregular and heavier, with just some touches.

Fuck only you could do this to him, no one else.

He grab the back of your tights alf lift you up, making your legs rest on his hips, you where trapped between the wall and him.

“shit!” he said madly as he tease you whit the head of his cock by rubbing it on your entrance “what..?” you moaned, you just want him inside of you.

“don’t have any condom with me” he said breathless still stroking himself on you “it’s okay” you blurted without hesitation “i’m on pill, i’m clean Simon, just fuck me please.” you said as the tension was getting painful.

he didn’t let you say it twice as he push himself in you, you could feel your walls stretching around him, you moaned as it was painfully good.

“so tight-“ he moaned biting your neck as he started to trust in you making your eyes roll back in your skull.

He holds you as he keep pump into you with deep trust that makes you almost drooling on his neck “Oh fuck Simon—“ you moaned breathless.

“so good, taking me so well in the bathroom of a club” he said with a devil smirk feeling your walls squeezing him making him moan in pleasure in your ears as his bing hands hold you and squeeze you at the same time.

you kiss him, sloppy kisses as his thrust became more faster, your lipstick melting on his lips, your nails scratching his back.

You wanna see him so bad but you can’t, you just ripped off his shirt making the little buttons fell on the ground as you look at his perfect body with war scars.

“such a little slut ya’are, ya’ cunt suck me back in on each thrust” he said making you almost ashamed for how wet and needy you were for him. You moaned feeling the second orgasm “good girl, come for me yeah?” he said biting your neck and thrust deeper in your and faster.

your legs start to shake as you try to contain your moans, and you came on him as your wet and warm liquid drips on his shaft until his balls, you look at him with heart shaped eyes.

“ be a good boy for me and came inside of me” you said on his lips, caressing his neck licking his earlobe, fuck he really can’t resist you, another deep thrust and he came in you, filling you up, he was breathless as this were one of his best orgasm ever.

“Fuck y/n” he said trying to realize what they just did in damn bathroom of a night club this was so wrong, but it felt so right.

he pull out of her and let her get on her feet’s once again as she start to grab a tissue to wipe away his seed that was dripping off her, fuck he need to contain himself before he will get hard once again.

he clean himself quick and then helps you “here, wait” he said as he grab a tissue and soak it with some water, getting on his knees and clean you up.

you blushed, no one did this to you after sex.

“thank you” you murmur breathless and sweaty he finish to helps you and then he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“you always remain unbearable. Unbearably sexy.” he says before kiss you.

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xxalphaclownxx · 4 months

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Glad that you liked drawing that. What are your top five pairings since those three are part of it? Doesn't have to be in a specific order.

1)noaheather

2)alenoah

3)codsay

4)gwody

5)gwendsay

hhshhshshe thanks for asking anon!! i love sharing my ships!!!

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beefy-the-stronk · 4 months

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Jace is a streamer because OFC he is lmao (username is JaceOfSpades i think)

Also bonus doodles underneath of little kid Jace, he was an absolute menace 😭 a gremlin

#Cursed to Charm #Jace Calloway #Alejandro De Fae #this man i stg #Jace being a streamer isn't huge to the story but its so cute that he has a hobby

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thebramblewood · 8 months

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On the last weekend of summer, the family heads to the drive-in theater. But there's more than just a movie lying in store. August is surprised to find Uncle Alejandro - and he's not alone. He's brought his boyfriend Elías back from Selvadorada with him. At first, August isn't sure what to think of this unexpected interloper. He doesn't like the idea of competing for Alejandro's attention. But Elías seems to understand how close August and Alejandro are and even gives up his seat so the two of them can catch up. As they all settle in for the show, any sense of discomfort quickly vanishes, and they quickly start to feel like one big happy family.

Drive-in theater by @alerionjkeee!

I had a lot of ambitions for this arc of my legacy that didn't end up fully panning out. However, I always envisioned it ending with this scene at a drive-in movie theater. I'm not sure how or why that popped into my head, but it did. I was so nervous about delivering on it, though, that I ended up putting it off, but in the end I'm glad I waited. I have lots of plans percolating for August's future that I can't share much about yet, but I want to pick back up in his teen years. I'm sure there will be some scattered updates in the meantime, though!

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 edit #simblr #legacy: g9 #story: guu #if you've ever wavered on reblogging one of my legacy posts #THIS IS THE ONE TO DO IT!!!!!#i know it's on the long side but it was made with so much love #rowan 'aukai #raveena uchiyama #naomi uchiyama #micah uchiyama #august uchiyama #sadie uchiyama #tess uchiyama #alejandro nunez

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wibixthecowboy · 1 year

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Play the Song: Chapter 12: As we Breathe

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.

Warnings/Tags: !graphic depictions of panic attacks!, references to suicide attempts (no descriptions), references to SA (no descriptions), Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, justified angst, tooth rotting fluff, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, wholesome brother Gaz, touch starved Ghost, eventual smut, praise, choking, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), size kink, oral f receiving, ghost will do anything to get his dick sucked, idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV

A/N: I know what you all want and I am here to give it to you. Enjoy my two, severely emotionally underdeveloped loves interacting in (somewhat) non-deadly scenarios.

Words: 6.7k

Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Tag list: @urfavsunkissedleo @butskii @abbiesxox @itsasecrets-things @thatonewriterthatnooneknows @copiasratscheese @Sheviro-blog

★Flash

“Will you just take the fucking applesauce?” Gaz’s voice is bordering a whine and Flash doesn’t feel the least bit guilty when she declines again. She is hungry, but her hunger doesn’t outweigh her need for entertainment. For something other than the dusty novel she’d snatched from Price weeks ago and the small window to her left.

For the last three days, she’s been stuck in her bed. Her only solace being short trips to the bathroom and the horrible nurse service being provided in shifts by Soap and Gaz. Both arrive either so guilt ridden or angry that their conversations are reduced to mumbled words.

After she’d passed out in the truck- passed out, not died, (a correction she’s had to make every time Soap decides to give her another rundown of what he likes to call her ‘Rick Grimes’ moment) the team was able to stop enough of the bleeding and get her to the nearest med bay before her heart stopped pumping.

She’d been kept sedated for the next four days, lulled into a hazy half conscious state by a concoction of epinephrine, morphine, and god knows what else. The magic drug- a more advanced and highly addictive form of a stim shot, had practically healed everything. By the third night, she’d been able to lay on her back without pain, and by the fourth, her injuries were reduced to bruising and two half healed and itching cuts on her shoulder blades and forehead. When the doctors had given her the order to ‘take it easy’ and ‘stay in bed for a few more days’ she’d nearly laughed in their faces. But after an awkward ride back to the base with Price, it was made clear that she’d be on her ass until the doctors cleared her.

Since then, she’s been rotting away in bed. With the fog of a rather severe concussion gone and only a slight wobble in her step, Flash felt confident enough to get back into training. Others, not so much.

“Stop coddling me and I just might.” Her words, although bitter, are spoken through a half smile. The joints of her legs ache with the need to move. She can’t remember the last time she’d gone longer than a day without some sort of physical exercise.

“Oh for fucks sake. Just take it.” Gaz lets out a frustrated groan and tosses the container and spoon at her blanketed legs. They land just shy of the unread paperback by her shin. A copy of ‘True Grit’ that Price had silently handed to her after she’d begged him to let her join their next raid. “Maybe Ghost will spoon feed it to you if you ask nicely enough.”

His hand freezes against the door handle and Flash’s eyes widen. That was the first Ghost had been mentioned since the incident. After his freak out. No one had spoken to her about it, so she didn’t bring it up. Other than foggy memories of him sleeping in a chair next to her bed at the med bay- his head lolled to the side in a way that made her knees weak. Ghost had been absent.

“Just eat the food.” Gaz says nothing more before slipping from her room and shutting the door gently behind him.

Guilt coils her stomach into a tight knot and the game that she’d been playing for the last few days loses its appeal.

The applesauce is dull and pasty, and when she swallows, it sticks in her throat like mud. The first night she’d woken up from her drugged sleep, she willed her memory to clear, to give her a picture of Ghost’s face that wasn’t blurred with tears and blood loss. But it was useless. After that, avoiding thinking about the last few moments in the truck had been easy. Until now.

Although every sense of hers had been compromised, her brain had no problem recalling every point of contact that Ghost had made. As if her body remembering the gentle way he held her hand against his cheek was more important than remembering to breathe. As if it still is. The healing drugs didn’t touch the burns left by his desperate hands.

The scraping of her spoon against the nearly empty plastic cup does nothing to drown out the now crashing waves of memories. Him grasping at her legs and shoulders to haul her to the truck, begging her to keep her eyes open, removing his mask. The last bite of her applesauce tastes of brine and copper and it gags her. When she coughs the skin of her hand comes back splattered with shining red. Stumbling to the bathroom, Flash drops to the blessedly cool tile in front of the toilet but the food weighs heavily in her stomach, refusing to move despite the foul taste in her mouth. When she looks down there’s a splatter of pureed apple across her right hand where the blood stained just moments ago.

Avoiding her two mirrors, Flash rinses her hands, ties her hair back, and changes her clothes for the first time in three days. She needs out, and god help anyone who tries to stop her.

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The hot Las Almas sun burns the sensitive skin of Flash’s scabbed and stitched shoulders and sends a steady stream of sweat gliding down her spine that drops to the dusty dirt road just a few minutes from their base. She’d found it while stalking Ghost on one of his runs after a dull morning of training. Now it serves as the perfect place for her to slip away unnoticed and run until her feet bleed.

She’d been going for about an hour already, entranced by the steady thump of her braid against her back as she let the hot afternoon sun dry the waves that so violently threatened to pull her under. An angry, clouding storm of failure covers every expanse of her mind. She’d failed the one chance she’d been given. Price had finally given her an in, a way to prove what she’d so desperately been trying to show them, and she’d blown it in less than an hour.

A familiar crunch of tires sounds from behind her and she moves to the edge of the rough dirt road, giving the truck room to pass, but it slows to match her pace. When she glances over, she nearly stumbles on a loose stone. Ghost is sat in the driver's seat, one arm steering at the base of the wheel and the other holding a bottle of water out the window.

“You don’t have to say anything, just take the water and I’ll leave.” His voice is withdrawn, quiet in a way that tells Flash that he understands her need for silence. And when she takes the bottle from his bare hand, the faded scars only prove her right.

He watches her drink and she pretends not to notice as the water wets her parched mouth and throat. When she finishes that one, he gently pulls it from her grasp and another is pressed into her empty hand. Flash sips this time, breathing deeply between swallows, catching the breath she hadn’t noticed she’d lost. His gaze falls to her shaking knees and the shivering of her strained thighs and she waits for him to admonish her, to order her back to the base and put a padlock on the door this time, but he only turns away to set the empty bottle somewhere in the back seat.

“Do you want to drive with me?”

The question catches her off guard. The softness with which its spoken, still detached and hesitant but sentimental nonetheless. She opens her mouth to deny, admit that she’s ran this far to be alone, but the aching in her chest tugs towards him like a magnet.

Silently, she rounds the car, slides into the passenger seat, and Ghost continues driving wordlessly down the path, at a leisurely unhurried speed. With the windows down, the hair that had fallen from her braid flutters around her face in the light wind, tickling the bare and damp skin of her neck. She licks the dry skin of her lips and tastes the salt beaded at the bow of her mouth.

The slow roll of sand dunes calms the racing of her heart and she syncs her breathing to their soft shapes, in with the incline and out with the descent. Her sweat slick legs stick uncomfortably to the warm leather seat but the relief of resting her strained muscles surpasses the discomfort.

Flash closes her eyes against the bright setting sun, oranges and yellows shine brightly in the sudden darkness and the knot in her stomach loosens enough that she can fill her lungs completely. Fresh air, spun with the sappy golden light spilling across the desert blows across her face and cools the twin trails trickling over the curves of her cheeks. Salt spreads across her tongue, but this time it carries something much heavier. They come faster now, rivulets running and turning into streams that course over her chin and down her neck, bleeding into the sweat soaked collar of her shirt. She doesn’t open her eyes as the crushing weight of the fear she’d felt sets in. So she cries. She cries for what could have happened, what would have happened if she hadn’t pulled herself from the water, and hates every second of it.

Then a warm hand is nudging her own. Ghost, in a silent mimic of her gesture from days before, wraps his smallest finger around her own and squeezes. The fear lessens, pulling back to a dull throb against her ribcage. She doesn’t open her eyes as she unwraps their pinkies and slides her hand into his to lock their fingers in a tight hold. His hand envelops her own, warm and comforting, and she fastens herself to him like a tether to a dock. Afraid that if she lets go she just might drift out of reach.

They say nothing as they cling to each other, and Flash doesn’t dare turn her now open eyes to Ghost, afraid that she’ll snap their tether by acknowledging it. So she keeps her gaze on the pinks and purples sprawled across the dimming sky and tries to ignore the burning disappointment when one final turn brings the familiar concrete building into view.

“Can we do one more loop, I can’t- I-” She begins to ask, faltering when Ghost obliges without hesitation. And a burning sense of endearment spreads so quickly through her that the stinging behind her eyes recedes. Blinking away the thick tears still lining her lids, Flash sniffs once and then sags further into her seat.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His question is a formal invitation, an obligated question. One she’s been asked on multiple occasions and refused each time. She could ignore it now and it wouldn’t be brought back up, she knows that for a fact. But whether it's the burning need to confess or the lack of social interaction, Flash feels the confession loose from her mouth in a stream that she can’t seem to stop.

“I killed him with a rock.” Even though the words are spoken by her, the depravity of the statement makes her heart stutter. “When I missed with my knife I just smashed his head in with a rock.” The memory flashes through her mind, a stunted and bloody reel of pictures. “It was too easy.”

A long stretch of silence fills the space between them and Flash can’t help but worry he’ll slam on the breaks and shove her out, tell her just how damaged she must be to resort to something so animalistic, so beyond human norm. The weight of his hand in hers grows cold and she has the sudden urge to tuck herself into the small space at her feet, away from the heavy words floating between them and the piercing blue eyes at her side.

“When you know someone coming to kill you Flash, everything turns primal. It’s not something you learn through lectures. I’m sorry you had to learn so quickly.” His words are like a balm to her nerves. Petting back the raised hackles of her mind. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to stop it.”

“It’s the SAS Ghost. Things happen. I won't always have someone there to save the day.” She speaks firmly but turns to Ghost with a sad smile, the action has the dried tracks of her tears itching. When she brings her empty hand up to wipe her cheeks, the dirt lining her fingers has her squeezing it back under her thigh.

He lapses back into his familiar silence and Flash tries not to think about the dirt wiping from her hand onto his own clean skin where their palms meet. Then becomes increasingly aware of the dust clinging to her thighs and arms and how it rubs off onto the dark surfaces of the truck. Ghost doesn’t say anything. His unoccupied hand taps lightly against the steering wheel, another quirk that Flash quickly learned meant he was picking his words carefully.

“Knowing something is going to happen doesn’t make it any easier to cope with.” The tires crunch as dirt turns into gravel, they’re just minutes away from the base now.

His words, although validating in their own way, crack open a spot in her steeled mind that she is nowhere near ready to unravel. So instead of responding, she closes her eyes and lays back against the seat, focusing on holding the now cool night air in her lungs. She grips Ghost’s hand steadfastly. When they pull into the lot this time, her mind feels clearer and when she releases his hand to go inside, she feels a little less broken.

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★Ghost

Although her eyes are focused on Price, taking in every word he speaks with an endearing efficiency, Ghost still watches them. Searching for the voided, lost look that most recruits adopted after their first incident. The look that he’d seen hints of while driving with her hours before. But the blue remains sharp as they scan the layout of the next warehouse they’d be raiding. A dilapidated barn just a few miles from Alejandro’s ranch. They would leave tomorrow to spend the next two days planning their approach with Alejandro and his team. His bag, packed the moment he got back from their drive, waits next to his door. It was his desperate attempt to keep himself in his room. To keep himself busy so he didn’t cross through the bathroom and to Flash’s door to press his ear against the wood. Just to make sure she was still there, still breathing.

It was easy to brush off at first. The shaking was from strained muscles and elevated heart rate from his morning jog. But that day, when she’d come over the hill looking half dead, still clutching a bloodied rock, the fear, and dread that gagged him was undeniable. The anxiety that shook his experienced hands as he attempted to wrap unwilling bandages over a seemingly unending expanse of flowing blood was beyond uncharacteristic. Soap had taken the gauze from his hands and shoved him to the side, working with Gaz to stop the bleeding. Her clouded, half-lidded gaze had sent him into a shaking, gasping sort of fit and it was Soap who had ripped the pill bottle from Ghost’s pocket and shoved two of the pills into his palm with shaking, bloodied hands before returning to monitoring Flash’s heart rate.

After getting her to the med bay and stabilized, he’d remained at her side for the entire stay. The gentle flutter of her eyelashes was his only respite as she drifted in and out of a drugged sleep. The only time he left her side was to slip into the staff bathroom and to down another cup of the never-ending supply of dirt instant coffee the front office kept. Price had ordered him back to the base hours before she was to be taken off the sedative. It was a short exchange over the phone, gruff, tired, and ending in a snapped command.

When Price returned with her that night, Ghost had been waiting in the window. He wasn’t sure what his plan was, but when he saw the way Price had to practically lift her from the passenger seat and brace her as she limped to the door, he’d retreated back to his room, unable to look at the bandages at her temple, ones he wasn’t capable of tying. Instead choosing to curl against his headboard and choke on uneven breaths until a drug haze pulled him under.

Looking at her now, nothing like the small girl, pale skinned and drowned in hospital blankets, the beating of his heart doesn’t slow. Soap, next to him, is doodling small flowers on the mission summary and Gaz sitting beside Flash, is tugging at her sleeve. After one particularly harsh tug, she whips around in her chair and levels him with a harsh glare, when she goes to turn back, her eyes catch his. The irritation melts from her brow and Ghost struggles to keep his breath steady when his gaze drops to the blue-green bruise that still curves along her cheekbone. Flash catches his line of sight and lets the hair tucked behind her ear fall into her face, covering the bruising entirely when she turns back to Price. But the image remains, permanently branded against the large corner of his mind she’s always occupying.

They go on like that for the rest of the meeting. Eyes occasionally meeting only to hover for a moment before flitting away. Acting like he hadn’t just watched her shatter in the small cab of his truck an hour before. He knew better than to push though, the need to just forget was more familiar to him than it should be. So he watches her take notes instead, careful little words in the spaces between paragraphs with a pencil he now recognizes as his own. Stolen from the space next to his paper, he hadn’t even noticed. And despite everything, amusement flickers in his chest, and a familiar warmth tightens his ribs. Ghost dips his head down to level his eyes with Flash, glancing at the pencil in her hands and up to her waiting gaze. She smiles at him. It’s half done, morphed into a slight grimace from the split in her lip, but it still carries her usual air of mischief. And he thinks that maybe, things might be okay.

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★Flash

Flash is brushing her teeth when she sees Ghost again. Her hair still damp and curling from the shower she’d taken to scrub the dried sweat and dust from her skin. She’d also braved a look in the mirror. A small blue-purple bruise curves along her skin between her cheekbone and eye, a half healed split at her lower lip, and a stitched line at her temple were all that remained of her encounter. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but better than she’d been expecting. Her shower though, had run out of her allotted bathroom time and into Ghosts. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but when it did, he would politely apologize and leave her to finish.

But now, dressed in joggers and a delightfully worn shirt, he hovers in the open doorway. She wonders if he feels it. The pull.

He’s about to turn and leave when Flash finds herself mumbling through a mouthful of toothpaste, “Don’t leave I’m almost done.” She’s not quite sure why she asks him to stay, but she does.

Flash can’t help but smile at the way his socked feet shuffle awkwardly against the tile, not sure where to stand. It’s incredibly sweet, and the softness of the action only strengthens the pull that begs her to step forward and into him.

“So,” Flash starts, spitting her toothpaste into the sink before continuing to lazily brush in half circles, “do I get to see your face now? Or is that something you reserve for people who are near death?” In one smooth movement, she’s resting on the counter in front of him, hoping the toothbrush hanging from her lips hides the wince as her sore muscles strain. “Ya know, like a ‘I can show you but then I’d have to kill you’ type a’ situation?”

Ghost is silent, unresponsive to her prodding. Any other night he would have told her to drop it and go to bed. Maybe give her a snarky response if she’s lucky. But tonight he’s quiet, just as before. And then she sees it. The way his shoulders curve inward and the flickering of his eyes as they move to look at anything that isn’t her.

“You know it's not your fault right?” Flash’s voice is soft, the same one she’d use to coax a scared dog from a corner.

“What?” A whisper.

“It’s not your fault.” She slides from the counter, leaving her toothbrush next to the basin, she walks quietly towards him. Cautious, slow enough for him to back away, she reaches up to brush a hand against his face. It’s a daring move but he doesn’t pull away.

The cotton of the mask is warm from being so close to the heated skin of his cheeks. Golden lashes brush against them and their freckled surface as his lids shutter closed. Flash drinks in the rare moment of softness. Her mind drifts back to her last few moments in the truck, how warm the skin of his face had been and suddenly, she’s never wanted anything more in her life.

“Can I touch-” Her words breathe out into the empty space between them and Ghost’s eyes fly open, wide and searching her own.

“Blindfold, I - can you wear a blindfold?” His words are stuttered and rushed with a desperation she can’t even begin to understand. Flash offers him a silent nod and then the space in front of her is empty.

She lifts herself back onto the counter, just to busy herself as she listens to the opening of a drawer and the quiet whisper of him digging through clothes in his room. He returns with a beautifully patterned terracotta scarf. Like the one’s she’d seen at the market. He sets it gently in her lap but she pushes it back into his hands.

“Here, you can tie it. So you know I’m not peeking.”

He nods once before taking the brown fabric with shaking hands and folding it into a neat strip and leaning in close to wrap it gently around her eyes. Flash senses his hesitation as he pauses before tying the knot. Wary of the bruise beneath her eye. She gives her best reassuring smile and it seems to do the trick.

“Is that too tight?” He whispers and Flash shivers as his breath fans across her ear, light and warm.

“No. It’s perfect.”

There’s a gentle rustle of fabric and then his mask is resting on her lap. Nerves beat her heart up into her throat.

“Are you scared?” Her whisper is careful, spoken into the quiet space between them. A question spoken to him but a silent admission of her own.

“Yes.”

“It's only me.” She can’t help but smile at his honesty.

“That’s what I’m scared of.”

“Can I touch you?” She murmurs, and he hums a confirmation. It’s a quiet, broken noise.

A soft sigh breaks the silence when the pads of her searching fingers meet his cheek and draw upwards to a rather prominent cheekbone. She can’t help but smile at the heat she feels beneath her fingers, he’s blushing.

Quick breaths come from his nose, followed by two long exhales. Subtle enough that if she weren’t inches from his face would have gone unnoticed, but his warm breath falls against the small strip of her cheeks left uncovered by the scarf. Her heart swells in her chest when she realizes he’s attempting to calm himself.

“Why do you keep trying?”

His words catch her off guard and her exploring fingers come to a halt at his browbone. A displeased huff urges them on and to a soft brow. Flash takes a moment to think, but it doesn’t take her long to find a response.

“Because you deserve to heal.” Ghost turns his head into her hand, muffling a groan. It’s a noise unlike anything she’s ever heard before. An amalgamation of sadness and desperation that makes the blood in her veins slow to listen.

“Has no one ever told you that?”

“No.” He speaks into her palm, hiding his face as if she could see him through the scarf.

“Well, you do.” She smiles softly and flinches in surprise when his thumb brushes against the soft skin of her lower lip. He pulls back quickly,

“Sorry, I-”

“No, you’re fine.” Flash reaches down and grabs for his hand, bringing his thumb up to her lips again when she finds it. He takes a shuddering breath and she wishes for just a moment that she could pull the blindfold up from her eyes and look at him, see the way his body is reacting to her touch, rather than feeling, and hearing it.

“Your smile.” His thumb parts the plush of her lips, so gently she almost doesn’t feel it.

“What about it?” She can’t help but laugh at his odd remark.

His face under her hand moves, and a familiar divot forms under her ring finger.

“Oh good lord you have dimples?” She breathes against his hand.

“Just on the left.” His words are murmured, shy if she thought he was capable of such an innocent emotion. And in the warm darkness of the bathroom, without seeing the scars on his hands or the dazed look his eyes so often held, she realizes just how innocent he is. The boyish way he holds her face, similar to the way a child learning to write struggles to grip a pencil. Like the concept of touching someone without the intent of harm is as foreign to him as a new language. And the realization absolutely crushes her.

“Freckles, dimples, blue eyes. You must be a real stunner.” She teases, an awful attempt to fight the burning behind her eyes. The skin beneath her hand warms again and the overwhelming urge to throw herself into him is consuming, to wrap herself so tightly around him that their skin fuses and they become one. The thought is as terrifying as it is tempting.

“Far from it.”

She frowns at his words but the hand on her face smooths her brow in a gentle caress. Her next exhale comes shakily through her nose.

Braving the waters, Flash traces up the soft curve of his cheek and her fingers catch on slightly raised skin, silkier than the rest, a scar. It travels from his left cheekbone to his hairline just above his eyebrow.

“How did this happen?” Her imploring question is light and spoken without pressure. He could leave it unanswered if he wished.

“My father.” His response is quiet but it’s a scream to her ears. Images of him as a child, a defenseless teen screaming as he clutched his head in pain fill her mind in a rush. She quickly moves on. Feeling for more, battle-oriented scars, but she feels none.

“Do you have any more?”

A rumbling laugh vibrates down her arm and warms her chest.

“Plenty. Although the reconstructive surgeries helped, there’s always going to be a mark.”

“Where?”

A gentle hand reaches for hers and guides her fingers in an arc from the corner of his mouth to a point near his hairline. She traces the spot over on her own until she feels the slight change in texture, the jagged shape that whatever had cut him left behind. She didn’t dare ask its origin.

“Your scars make mine seem like papercuts.” A nervous laugh blows past her lips.

“And I hope it stays that way.” He glides warm fingers just inches from the stitches on her temple. “You already have enough.”

“Nothing near as cool as yours.” She protests, tracing his cheek once more to emphasize her point.

The room is silent, and for just a moment, she thinks she's ruined it and then he’s laughing again. Stuttered like he hasn’t had enough practice, and Flash wishes he’d never stop.

“What?” She asks, incredulous.

“I’ve never had someone call my scars cool.” The stuttered laughs come through his nose now, in gentle breaths of air that warm her own cheeks.

Another mostly nervous laugh looses from her parted lips at the absurdity of their situation. If someone told her a year ago, as she unabashedly stared at Ghost giving his lecture, that she’d be on the counter of their shared bathroom, blindfolded and committing his face to memory with her hands she’d probably laugh. And then file a report.

Flash smiles shyly before bringing her other hand up to gently cup his face, eager to change the topic. “Is this normal?” She breathes as he leans further into her, now pressing against the counter space between her legs. Heat radiates from him, warming her in a way she’s never felt before.

“Is what normal?”

“Wanting to touch you so badly my chest aches.” The admission makes her heart stutter in embarrassment and something warm and syrupy slows the muscles of her mouth.

“I don’t think so.” His answer is mumbled, and before she can feel the sting of rejection, he’s pressing his forehead to hers in an almost feline gesture.

Their lips are just inches away, all she’d have to do is tilt her head up and they’d be kissing. The thought sends her heart thumping so painfully that her stomach rolls with nerves. Enough that she just savors the closeness they have already.

“I feel like I’m going to puke.” She whispers to him with a nervous smile and instantly regrets it. There’s just something about his presence that loosens her tongue in ways it shouldn’t.

But then Ghost is laughing again and pressing his forehead harder against her own. “Me too.”

And the confession is orchestral.

Her arms reach from where they’re pinned between them and up into the soft curls at the nape of his neck. A muffled moan is pressed into the skin of her neck so she does it again, a gentle scrape through his hair. Tremors wrack his body in waves. Then he’s pulling away and her hands are slipping from his shoulders too soon.

“Off the counter, face the mirror.” Although his voice is still soft and shaken, it’s demanding enough that Flash doesn’t protest. She feels him reach around her for something on the counter, muscled chest pressing close to her shoulder.

“I’m getting some deja vu.” Ghost’s murmur is quiet and entirely self-indulgent.

“To what?” Flash’s brows furrow in confusion under the soft silk.

“Well uh-” His words stumble out, unprepared. “That night you took that pill?”

Flash’s stomach sinks and her tongue sticks to the roof of her mouth when she responds. “Uh-huh.”

“You were struggling a bit with cleaning the scratches. You couldn’t even hold the cloth.”

“Oh god.” Even with the scarf on her face, Flash still has to drop her head in her hands. “I didn’t do anything weird? Did I?” She thinks back to the table that morning, Soap's laughing and Ghost's not so subtle smile.

“No.” Ghost runs a finger slick with a paste that she quickly recognizes as the salve the doctor had given her for sore joints over her skin. Far from the scratches and cuts on her shoulders. She practically purrs at his touch combined with the cooling effect of the paste. “But you’re very touchy.”

Embarrassment floods hot through her chest and she starts to apologize but Ghost interrupts her again.

“Don’t apologize.” Those fingers drift up and to an unblemished space just past her shoulder. “Just be quiet and let me make up for my mistake.”

“You don’t have to-” Her words end in a sharp moan when his fingers dig into a tender spot against her neck. “Holy shit.” His fingers fumble a bit but he regains his composure quickly, returning back to the spot and rubbing delightful small circles against the knot. “Jesus-” Her mumbling is cut off with a soft hush and she finally gives in, dropping her chin to the heated skin of her chest as he loosens the muscles that had grown stiff after days in bed. When he reaches a spot along the arch of her spine, smoothing deep half circles into the muscle there, a broken whine falls involuntarily from her mouth. It’s entirely pathetic but she’s too far gone to care. This last sound seems to signal him though and he’s stepping back, dropping those magic hands from her lower back.

“Okay.” His voice is breathy ghost of a whisper and despite never seeing his face, Flash knows that if she were to pull the blindfold from her eyes, he’d be shaking and casting his eyes to the floor, those precious strawberry blonde curls falling across his forehead, and cheeks ruddy with the warm blush she’d felt just minutes before. But she leaves it tied neatly against her damp hair, even though her fingers itch to slide the soft fabric from her eyes.

There’s a rustling, Ghost is reaching past her to grab something from the counter and she can practically smell the anxiety leaking from his skin, along with something else she hadn’t noticed until now.

“Is that citrus?” She tries not to sound too surprised, she shouldn’t be. It had been one of the first things she’d noticed when flopping herself onto his bedding. Something she did not want to think about.

“It’s uh- oranges?” He sounds unsure, Flash is about to point this out but he continues. “My mum wore it.” There’s another brief pause. She can practically hear his internal debate over whether or not he should continue. “It’s- It helps with- anxiety.”

“Oh.” She stands there for another moment, not wanting to leave quite yet, but not having anything to say. He doesn’t move either, just stands quietly in front of her. “I like it.”

“Me too.”

Gentle fingers slide the scarf from her eyes, the light of the bathroom is blinding and she has to blink several times to clear the dots from her vision. When her eyes finally focus, she cranes her head upward from the soft cotton of his chest. Ghost’s eyes are staring into the mirror above her, at himself. There’s a small strip of exposed skin between his shirt and balaclava. She can see the collarbone that she’d whispered to so many nights ago.

“I’m going to bed.” She says to the strip, and without looking back at his face, turns and walks as calmly as she can to her room. Even though the racing of her heart screams at her to run, to hide, to grab him by his stupid masked face and kiss him.

The last thought scares her enough that she shuts the bathroom door with a bit too much force. The sound makes her jump. It’s entirely pathetic but the creeping sickness from this morning is gone, replaced with something much much worse. Something deadly, something terrifying, something that makes her want to laugh and cry. So she does both.

It doesn’t help.

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Flash can’t wipe the love-sick smile off her face as she walks to their small kitchen. Her water bottle swinging in time with her steps.

“He won’t always be like that.”

The metal bottle clangs loudly against the concrete when her hand slackens in surprise.

“What?” She breathes, heart beating wildly in her chest.

“I said, he won't always be like that.” Soap says from the small couch in the ‘living room’. He’s draped himself lazily over the arm and is flicking through an old copy of the ‘New Yorker’. A cartoonish drawing of pointing Uncle Sam is printed on the front under bold red letters reading ‘I WANT YOU’.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says calmly, swiping her bottle from the floor and continuing towards the sink, averting her eyes from the dramatic cartoon.

“Oh don’t play coy. You’re smiling like a fuckin’ teenager in love Lass. I know.” His tone isn’t accusing, if anything it's bored. Like he couldn’t be bothered to finish the conversation he’d started. “He’s true to his name. He’ll be kissing you like he needs you to breathe, and then the next mornin’ float right by you. Stings like a bitch. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“How do you know?” She asks over the flowing tap. “Did you two...” Her half question drifts, waiting for him to pick up. It takes the metal burning into her palm for Flash to realize the water is steaming, she tips the bottle over and starts again.

“Were we together?” He flips another page, casual, like he’s not admitting to fucking his best friend. “I guess you could call it that.”

“He wasn’t interested in that... stuff?” She thinks back to the way his hands trembled the first time he’d touched her, and the way he practically vibrates when their bodies come within inches of each other.

“No,” a devilish chuckle comes from behind the paper “we didn’t have trouble in that department.”

“So you were a thing?” She asks and is blindsided by a sudden burning in her chest. It curls around to tense the line of her shoulders, bringing them closer to her ears like raised hackles.

He finally lowers the magazine and shakes his head at her reaction. “No need to get possessive. It lasted about two months before he realized that fucking every ten minutes wouldn’t fix his shit load of issues.” His words immediately drench her in a cool wave, and an embarrassing guilt flushes high in her cheeks, along with a biting sympathy at his confession. “My feelings were unrequited, unfortunately.” He gives her a sad smile. “He needs someone who isn’t broken. He needs someone who can guide him out of the shit storm he’s been led into.” The magazine is flipped back open and brought back up, his tone turns curious. “Someone like you.”

She starts to deny, to tell him that she is far from unbroken, but Soap waves another hand at her.

“Don’t bother, I don’t care.” A plain lie. “I just wanted to warn you. He can be-” a pregnant pause splits his words, “he can be challenging. He’s got a cargo container of shit that he hasn’t even begun to unpack. It can lead to some pretty rough mood swings.” Soap puts the magazine back down. “What I’m trying to say is he’s a real piece of work, but if anyone deserves the help, it’s him. I just hope you’re the right person.”

Flash can hear the unspoken words ring through the air between them.

‘Because I wasn’t’

When Flash reaches Ghost’s door in the bathroom, away from the prying eyes still pretending to read the old magazine, she knocks softly, waits a few moments, and then knocks again. There’s no response.

He’s blocked himself off again.

Disappointed and trying not to think of Soap’s words, Flash slinks dejectedly back to lie in her bed. Her IPod still lay on her nightstand, nestled in the center of a neatly swirled nest of wires. Right where Ghost had put it her first night there.

Then for some reason, imagining him taking the time to do something so unimportant with so much care, for her no less, sends a wave of something nearing homesickness through her. A brittle sort of feeling. And for the first time in over five years, Flash has the urge to call her sister.

“This is not good.”

A/N: AHHH MY AWKWARD LITTLE BABIES. I hoped you loved this as much as I loved writing it. God I love unhinged relationships, they’re just *chefs kiss*.

#Ghost x reader #Ghost x female oc #SImon riley #Cod fic #Simon Ghost Riley #Alejandro Vargas #Valeria #Modern Warfare 2 #Ghost stories #Headcannons #John soap mactavish #John Price #MW2 #Gaz Garrick

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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Alejandro's wife who is a writer meeting him for the first time.

Takes a break and travels to Las Almas for new inspiration in her award winning and front page novels.

Gets chased through the streets by purse-thieves ten seconds into getting to Las Almas.

Literally runs in front of Alejandro and Rudy's jeep, eyes wide and panicked, begging for help.

The thieves run off after seeing them and she's in tears thanking them and trying to explain everything and Alejandro is like "Jesus, take a breath. You're okay now."

Is also extremely love deprived and writes books to soothe pain of never knowing love like she wants.

Takes her back to her hotel/villa, while she explains along the way.

Asks for a copy of her book(s) to read. He's a secret bookworm.

Embarrassed that this man, this super important Mexican Special Forces Colonel is about to read super raunchy but amazing romance about a Captain falling in love with a criminal he's been chasing for years.

He texts her later that night that he loves the book and wants to read more. Asks her to lunch that weekend.

They go. He praises her book and her talent, and she falls in love.

Start falling in love with her.

Spends night after months of dating, first time, she's scared, he loves her. They make LOVE <3

Spends more time in Las Almas (months), walks by restaurant one day, sees Alejandro hugging beautiful woman, kissing her forehead and cheeks. Picks up little boy and does the same; look of joy and affection on his face.

Realizes she's the other woman. Devastated. Goes back to hotel, texts that they shouldn't see each other anymore, that it was a mistake and she's sorry for everything.

Doesn't answer his texts for a week.

He shows up at her hotel with flowers and extreme confusion because he loves this woman so much and he doesn't want her to get away.

She explains what she saw.

He laughs; she's irritated.

Alejandro shows her the pictures of his sister and his nephew, explains they came back to see their favorite uncle for his birthday, but live outside Las Almas for safety reasons.

Dawns on her that she jumped to very high conclusions.

Super embarrassed and apologetic.

He forgives her, tells her that he is many things but he is not a liar and a cheat. Has more integrity than that.

Tells her he loves her.

Shows her pretty necklace he bought and poem he wrote for her.

They get married next month.

Happy family <3

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s0m3rand0ml0s3r · 1 year

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Them as story trope

Price -forced proximity

Ghost - grumpy and sunshine

Gaz - friends to lover

Graves - Enemies to lovers

Soap - fake dating

Alex- second chance romance

Roach - slow BURN romance

yuri - only one bed

Rudy & Alejandro - Love triangle

Farah - right person wrong time

Valeria - for bidden love

#cod smut #cod #story tropes #captain price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #philip graves #soap cod #alex cod #gary roach sanderson #yuri cod #rudy x alejandro #farah cod #valeria cod

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leahs-workshop · 1 year

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You as a whole

Unspecified x reader

I've looked into many eyes. Darker and lighter, with more life than yours, yet yours are the most enticing. I kissed lips softer than yours, yet yours are the only ones I wish to kiss. I've listened to many voices, yet yours is the only one that can calm my racing thoughts. What do I do with these feelings? I want you to look at me with tenderness you give no one else. I want your rough fingers to run across my hand while I fall asleep in your embrace. Will you entertain thoughts like these for me?

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darkherolovercroissant · 1 year

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Cafuné

(v.) running your fingers through your lover’s hair.

Library

Alejandro X Fem Reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, fluff.

(Sorry it’s so short🥲)

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When Alejandro returned from whatever happened on his latest mission, you were enveloped in a tight hug. Wrapping your arms around him, he swayed you both lightly as he began to relax. Having you in his arms after all that happened was the best feeling.

He didn’t expect to make it home, he expected to die in the custody of the shadows. He wasn’t prepared to leave his men or you, but he was beginning to think that way until Soap, Ghost and Rudy all came to save him.

Now he was home and he was able to relax. He carried you to your bedroom and as the night progressed, your intense love making did too. That night, he completely indulged in you and your love. There wasn’t a part of you, he didn’t touch.

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He laid down with your head on his chest, wrapped in each others arms. Holding each other close as you both regained your breath. His fingers gently moving through your hair as he took in your small and tender frame. You were asleep, but he was wide awake. Your soft breathing compared to his rugged breathing. He was still in shock with how everything played out.

It’s weird to think that at one point, he teamed up with Graves and his haunting shadows. Now his men and him had spent hours burying all the victims of the American’s war crimes. Everyone had been buried respectfully and condolences were passed off to any living relatives.

Part of Alejandro was worried that he’d get home to see you as a victim, but Rudy had done everything to keep Graves from advancing your way. After all this blows over, Alejandro would be relocating you elsewhere incase something like this happened again. He’d also be doing anything to repay Rudy for keeping you and thousands of others in this area safe.

As you lay asleep on his chest, with him stroking your head gently. He began to drift off to sleep himself. Peacefully with you and the knowledge of this threat being over.

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Whenever Alejandro leaves, you are equally saddened as you are proud. This man being a soldier and still having time to be a husband and making time to try and become a father. Whenever he returned, you’d immediately jump into his open arms and trail your fingers through his hair as comfort for both of you.

Such a kind and soft gesture, brings the most amount of comfort and pleasure to your lives. Alejandro loved it just as much as you did. Always having the urge to just run his fingers through your hair. Wether you were asleep, awake or when you two would be in bed in the middle of sex.

Brings comfort to you both.

#alejandro vargaz #alejandro vargas x reader #x fem reader #x fem!reader #fluff #short story #oneshot #darkherolovercroissant #fanfic #call of duty x reader

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queenhunter102 · 4 months

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PART 4

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You walk around the barracks, nosing around the beds, you decide to choose a bed, you sit down on one of the beds, laying back, but you shift restless, finding the small cot rather uncomfortable, you sit up eyeing the other beds, before getting up and pushing a bed from the left and the right together creating a larger makeshift bed. You lay back down, on the now larger bed, hating the feeling of the metal bars digging into your back, you sit back up walk over to the supply cupboard, pull out a blanket and more pillows, you walk back over to the makeshift bed, you fix the bed making it slightly more comfortable. ‘Why did I transfer out of the country? I could be at home in my goddamn comfortable bed and not this shithole.’ You think as you lay back down on the bed, you lift your arm eyeing the Pheromone patch on your arm, you sniff at the glue, it had been itchy for the last few days, but that is what it was always like when it had been checked but, this was a different kind of itchy, this was deep in the skin, it was hitting your instinct to use your teeth. You were about to use your teeth to scratch the itch when a knock came at the door of the barracks, you got up and walked over to the door, you pulled open the door to find two Alpha at the door, both of them strapped with your bags, one smiles at you, giving you a small wave. “Hey, Newbie, I’m Gaz and this is Alejandro” Alejandro waves at you, a brief smile on his face, Gaz speaks again. “Sargent said to bring you, your stuff, and it’s all kind of heavy” He says, motioning to the bags on their shoulders, you panic a little before stepping out of the way and letting them in. “Sorry I should have said something about it,” You say, as you move out of the door, letting them in, Gaz is quick to step into the door, he looks around the space, you assume sniffing the room you eye him, your instincts not liking the fact that there was an odd and new male in your space. You rolled your shoulders trying to dislodge that feeling, when the feeling didn’t go, you cracked your neck trying to get rid of the feeling, but when Alejandro stepped into the room, your instincts kicked in again, really not liking it, you jump a little hearing a deep growl vibrate around the room, your eyes snapping to the two Alphas but their eyes were on you, their eyebrows raised. “Sorry, we don’t mean to upset you, Sargent did say that you were territorial” Alejandro said, as he placed his half of your bags into one of the cots, you nodded your head, you weren’t usually like this, you were just unsettled and were surrounded by nothing but alphas and betas, with no security of other omegas to retreat to. “Yeah, Sorry, I’m just not used to males in my space,” You say, Gaze nods his head, placing half of the bags down. “Yeah, he did mention it, But I thought he was only kidding, I should know better since my Brother is an Omega” Gaz says, sighing he tilts his head at the makeshift bed behind you, he smiles, elbowing Alejandro, nodding to the bed. “I take it you’re not used to being so far from home?” Gaz asks, you turn your head to bed and back to the Alphas, now suddenly embarrassed. “No, not really, I’m used to being in a five-star hotel and having nice meals,” You say, Gaze and Alejandro's jaws drop a little. “Damn, we’re in the wrong job,” Alejandro says, his face shifting to a look of confusion. “Wait what did you do before us?” He asks you are about to answer when their walkie-talkies go off. ~ Crackle~ “Gaz, Alejandro briefing, alert new member” came from their walkie-talkies, the voice made your ears hurt, forcing you to cover them, hating how it felt like the voice radiated around the room. Gaz looked between you and Alejandro. “Well you heard, time to get a move on, we’ll show you the briefing room”

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cod-dump · 10 months

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Another soulmate au (this goes along with the one I posted earlier).

Having a child with someone is a big commitment. It’s scary, exciting, and forever changes the course of your life. They chose to have a child… then she met her soulmate and chose to run off with her, a week before their wedding, three months for their son’s third birthday. She didn’t abandon their son, but she did abandon him.

She forgone everything they had built together, except their son. He felt so hurt and empty. Not everyone had a soulmate, someone the universe itself thought you belonged with. He used to fantasize having a soulmate or having a connection to them that no one else had. But he gave up that dream after he met her and realized that love can be born outside of soulmates. The universe may have not made someone specifically for him, but that was okay.

He had Valeria, he didn’t need a soulmate.

But then she found hers. It was by chance, pure coincidence. He knew that some people developed their connection to their soulmate later on in life, which is what happened with her. Valeria found the one she was meant to be with and jumped at her, leaving Alejandro broken. There was a period where she stayed at their house, helping their son adjust to the new changes in their lives. He met Valeria’s soulmate and got to know her.

Then the three of them left. He felt so alone while his son was out of the house, away to be with his mother and her soulmate for the next few months before he would be brought back to Alejandro. The house that they built together, filled with love, no longer felt like home. He felt empty. Then he noticed words on his arm one day, not left by him. It looked like a shopping list, again not left by him. Alejandro was stunned as he wrote something simple near it. A simple ‘hello’.

Then Alejandro smiled, because the universe hadn’t completely left him alone by giving Valeria a soulmate.

Because it gave him one too, and he didn’t feel so alone.

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #valeria garza #rodolfo parra #drabble #story idea #soulmate au #alerudy #valejandro

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dokkamj · 5 days

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DON’T DENY THE UNDENIABLE.

before your read! this is a 18+ story MDNI!! again i excuse myself for grammar mistakes, english is not my native language, enjoy.

(idk the credits for this pic, lmk if you know!)

another tequila shot down your throat as the party kept going, the mission with the Task Force 141 was successful and all the team’s wanted to have a party at the squad apartment, yeah the same that the upper plans told them to take care of, but tonight no one really cared after that mission.

Simon quite drunk, look at the messy living room and sigh as he took sight of Price flirting with the one that seems y/n’s captain, so if she was there… even that little thing was here somewhere, but where?

you took another shot with Soap and laughed “didn’t know that girls can handle this much alcohol” Soap said giggling “oh well, i don’t really know, maybe i need to wait” you said with a shrug before light up a cigarette.

your mood were calm, even if the thought to meet Simon make you a bit nervous. You two…. were complicated.

You squads often works together, and his rank was higher than yours, you two kissed once, but you both decide to don’t go further, for both you mean only you.

too scared to lose your work too scared to make it real.

you sigh as the thought of him make you frustrated, you took a puff of your cigarette as you keep thinking about him, he was the most handsome man you ever seen.

a 6’6 man, muscular, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes that turn honey in the sunlight, a nose slightly crooked since he broke it two times, and the fact that you were the only one to have seen his face makes you go insane.

It was just a pure case, you were in the field when an enemy attacks him from behind, pull Simon and taking off his balaclava in a fight, you where the one too shoot at the man that was attacking something that could be yours.

He makes you promise to don’t tell anybody that you saw his face, that now you know him at 100%.

the alcohol start to kick in since you see all blurry.

Simon at the other hand was quite drunk, can’t see a shit and the balaclava was strangely uncomfortable tonight. He respected the decision of yours to don’t get serious to don’t kiss again, but half of a whisky bottle a pack of cigarette after and he couldn’t think straight.

he was looking for what was his, you.

he step in the kitchen and saw you with your hair free, a little black dress, heels and red lipstick. Fuck his dick was hard just for staring at your ass for more than a minute, he sigh and with a smirk grab your arm and pull you.

“Simon?” you look at him confused, what he was doing?? “Simon let me go” you said as he pull you in a room, locking the door, close the curtains, he was drunk yeah, but he was always on alert.

then he grab a chair, drag it in the middle of his room and sat down, taking off his balaclava “we need to talk.” he said as he rest his elbows on his knees looking up at you as you stand before him.

“huh? what do you mean?” you ask with a frown look, did you did something? was he mad at you? what the fuck happened.

“i don’t want to discuss with you about our deal.” he said as he take a deep breath, you could tell that he was drunk. “what deal?” you ask.

“don’t fucking play it dumb y/n.” he said, his tone almost mad, you squeeze your tights together, why he turn you on so easily? he was mad and you where….fuck what a mess.

you gulped “i don’t get it.”

Why did you need to do this!? why you always play the fucking dumb card, why why why? He was mad, nervous as he see blurry and he really have a problem whit containing himself, he take off his t-shirt almost ripped it off, he need to cool down.

you gasped at the sight of him with only his uniform pants, tactic boots, bare chest. dog tags hanging from his neck and rest on his pecs, he let one of his hand run trough his blond and messy hair, biting his bottom lip, legs spread.

the things you are thinking rn….

“what a whore i am.” you thought as you sigh.

“you know how many women are chasing me? you know how many of those stops me on work to ask me for my fucking number huh?” he said mad, what the fuck is wrong with him? if he wanted to make you jealous, well now you are.

“and what is this supposed to mean?” you ask rising your eyebrow, resting your hands on your hips trying to don’t get mad as much as him, or even more.

“it mean that i can everyone that i want.” he hissed and you look at him with a puzzled look “wtf is wrong with you? you think that i don’t have many man chasing me around? that they don’t stare at me?” you say and he sigh.

“Fuck y/n.” he said sighing before grab your arm pull you over him so you sat on his lap, breast under his chin, tights on his hips, you wanted to pull away but he doesn’t let you.

“i want you, only you.” he said pressing his lips on your neck, and a moan escape from your mouth, you just couldn’t resist him, it was a rough fight with yourself.

you grind yourself on him, as he slam his lips on you, squeezing your round ass with his hand “is that so hhm?” he tease, slapping your rear and sneaking his hands under your dress.

you just want him as much he wants you, his hand in your hair as the other where under your dress. you moaned “fuck the others” he muttered “i don’t want to stay away from you one more minute.” he hissed on your mouth.

“don’t try to run away from me y/n, because i’il chasing you more than every other man will” he says in a possessive tone that makes your legs weak and your breath just heavier.

“I’m not running away” you moaned, why deny it anymore? He was all you need right now.

“good girl ya’ are” he murmur on your collarbone, he smirks sneaking a hand on your wet cunt and rub your folds trough the soft fabric of your underwear, you scratch his back as just a soft touch makes you insane.

he start to play with your panties then move it aside thumb rubbing on your puffy clit as he start to fucks you with two fingers, and your mind go all blank.

you where a messy puddle in his hands, you grind on his hand that was still moving to give you pleasure “yeah, good, want ya’ ta came all over ma’ fucking finger, understood?” he hissed on your neck.

“Si, i-i understand…” you moaned, you where glad that he did locked the door, if anyone of one of your squads catch you… it would be the end.

some minutes and you came on him, on his lap, such a good girl you were for him. You start to unbuckle his belt a metallic ‘thud, unbutton his uniform pants and unzip it.

“wait- wanna eat you” he murmur on your mouth but you shake your head, fuck there is no way that you are going to wait for him.

“no, please can’t resist anymore” you moaned “but-“ you shut him put your finger on his lips “we have all the night for that” you reassure him, he smirks as he free his dick from his boxer, now between your soft tights.

“take it like a good girl ya’ are, is all yours.” he said, and you didn’t let him repeat himself as you rub the head on your folds before push yourself down on his throbbing cock, he moaned satisfied, he was finally inside of you.

there was a moment where you need to wait to your walls being fully stretched, and when you start to rocking your hips back and forth Simon moaned loudly, again luckily outside of this door where a party with loud music.

he nibbled on your collarbone, squeezing your breast keeping you close, you where a goddess to him, fuck he was willing to get on his knees and beg you to break the deal if it was necessary.

he pull the dress down to suck on your nipple, he just wanted to smell you, to feel you.

“fuck, y/n” he said feeling your walls squeezing him in a deadly trap “i hate that i can’t resist you” you muttered moaning and panting.

“i’m so grateful that you can’t resist me sweetheart.” he said before make you stand up “but i need to give you a lesson.” he grinned before slam you on his desk on his paperwork, make you bend over, taking of your dress and throw it on the ground.

before, with a deep thrust stretching your walls once again, pounding in you roughly, making you scream his name and gripping the side of the desk.

“scream as loudly as possible, i’m the only one that could save you from myself.” he said before spank your ass, you rolled your eyes back into your skull.

“Simon— Fuck—“ you moaned feeling already the second orgasm building up in your lower body, one hand gripping your hip and the other grab your hair, pulling it and makes you look at him as he pound in your from behind.

dirty blond hair messy, pecs sweating, eyes full of lust as he licks his dry lips, you would let him do whatever he wants with you.

you screamed once again but he put the other hand on your mouth making you stay shut as you came on his fat cock once again, feeling your own juice dripping down your tights as he keep thrust in you.

spanking your ass and press your cheek against the cold wood desk making you stay still, he was rough and you where glad for it, finding someone that wasn’t afraid to surpass the line.

“fuck— i own ya’, did ya’ fucking hear me?” he hissed in your ear, you rolled your eyes in your skull once again, overwhelmed by all the feeling he was giving you.

you didn’t respond as you keep moaning, he spanks your ass leaving a big red mark that was getting only more red than before “ya’ fucking hear me!?” he said and you scream in pleasure once again before nodding “Si-si i’m yours.” you said feeling another orgasm building up.

your breath was irregular as you salivate on the desk clearly cock drunk.

“good girl” he said as he leave delicious spanks on your ass and bite on the back of your neck. Thrust in you harder than before as you came another time, fuck, you where so sensible when it comes to him.

you could hear him moaning and growling, gripping your hips more painfully than before and dropping himself on you, forehead on your shoulder as he release himself in you as his cock throb in your folds.

“take a little break, because i didn’t finish with ya’. Ya’ heard me?” he said with a smirk and you couldn’t help yourself, you kissed him, why didn’t you give up months ago?

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