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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Part 9

summary: post-mission drinks and another flashback :) call sign: Freyja warning: NSFW, MDNI. Canon typical violence mentioned. Note: WE'RE BACK AGAIN! I'm super proud of this chapter (it may be my longest!) so I hope y'all like it :') Some of you may recognize a scene in the flashback from the original MW franchise, and you would be correct! I used that as a loose outline for a little Ghost/Freyja (pre-call sign) moment A special thank you to @lethalchiralium and @halfmoth-halfman for being the best betas and @peachesofteal for always spitballing. Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

Freyja checked on Arthur in his crib one final time, confirming that the little baby was still sound asleep, before closing the door to her bedroom with his monitor in hand. After arriving home following the gala mission, Freyja relieved Gaz of his babysitting duties and finished putting her son to bed while Simon took the first shower. They quickly swapped out so he could check on Joan and she could wash her makeup off.

As she came down, Soap was already sitting on the opposite end of the couch as Gaz, a glass with a hefty pour of amber liquid in hand. His mohawk was damp, indicating he must have showered in their guest bath. Her husband was leaning back in their oversized armchair, dressed in sweats and a black tee. God, if their friends weren’t there…

Freyja positioned herself between his open legs and leaned down, hands resting on either side of Simon’s head, to briefly press their lips together.

He inhaled softly through his nose and brushed his thumb against her bare thigh. “Mmm,” he hummed, then broke off the kiss. “Hi, love.”

“Hi…” She shifted down to join him, bent legs draped across his lap as she cozied up. “How’s Joan?”

Simon reached his open hand around her knees until it came to rest on her outer thigh. “Sound asleep. Gaz did a good job-”

“Make out!” Soap interrupted, smiling into his glass as he downed his drink. “I’ll give ye a hundred pounds.”

Her husband sent the sergeant a pointed look accompanied by a signature eye roll.

“No.”

“Awe, c’mon!” Johnny whined, head thrown back. “Ah’ve never seen ye winch for real!”

“I’m not a whore,” Freyja started, raising a brow at Simon. “But a hundred pounds is a hundred pounds. I’ve fucked you in public for less.”

He chuckled softly at that, starting to rub her freshly moisturized leg, drawing circles with his fingertips. “You fuck me in public for free,” Simon pointed out with a long, lingering kiss on her cheek. The motion sent shivers up her spine that she purposefully chose to ignore.

“CLAM UP!”

“You’re the one who asked me to make out with my husband, you perv!” Freyja cried, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. Simon still had his nose buried by her ear, his deep timber chuckling softly in her ear. Jesus Christ.

“Because I’m sad and horny and miss my boys!”

Roach and Kӧnig were gone on a mission for two weeks. Two weeks without sex had Soap that pent up?

“Soap, I think you have a problem.”

“And why would I indulge you after the performance you put on tonight?” Simon asked, his touch slowly creeping further and further up her leg. Between her and the chair, his opposite hand settled nicely against the snap of her back.

Valid point. The groping and kissing had been a lot.

“I’m sorry! Ah was just tryin’ tae do you both a favor!”

“Nah, she won’t do it.” Gaz crossed his ankle over his knee, wearing a boyish grin and egging her on. Per usual, for Kyle Garrick. “I know for a FACT he tops. No way Ghost is a bottom bitch.”

“Occasionally.” His nose traced the shell of her ear, and his fingers dipped under her pajama shorts. After their meeting in the gala bathroom, if he kept going on the path he was on–

“He whimpers, too.”

“Liar!”

“You two are insuffer–”

Simon Riley was an expert in many areas, including but not limited to shutting his wife up; firm, dominant kisses usually did the trick. And if they wanted a show…

His free hand left her back to gently cup her cheek, in stark contrast to the tongue prying her surprised lips open and lapping into her mouth. Freyja’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let herself melt into his touch, following his lead. She kissed him back with equal fervor, nibbling at his plush lower lip and lacing her fingers through the hair at his nape. It never ceased to amaze her how easily the man under her could turn her into a puddle, soft and pliable in the palm of his hand.

At least thirty seconds of swapping spit had passed by the time Simon’s hand pushed her bottoms up a bit. What they were doing could barely be called a kiss, treading more on the side of a sloppy makeout session. He pawed at her ass, fingers digging into the stretch-mark-ridden flesh before dragging Freyja into his lap, guiding her to straddle him. Just as she sank her weight onto his hard crotch for some release–

“Oooh, steamy.”

Simon pried himself off her, restraining the urge to moan as Freyja moved down his neck and choked, “Sergeants, see yourself out.”

“Cannae drive, mate! We’re hammered, and it’s just gettin’ good-”

“Then go upstairs,” he all but growled, using his hands to roll her hips against his. The quiet moan against his shoulder wasn’t lost on him. “Cause I’m gonna fuck my wife. Plug your ears while you’re at it.”

Kyle, the intelligent man he was, popped off the couch with a salute and marched upstairs. He had seen what he needed to see and wasn’t keen on watching live-action porn.

“Why cannae you go upstairs?”

Freyja sat back to give herself enough room to grab the hem of her husband’s shirt and yank it up his torso. Her chest was heaving with gentle pants, Simon looking up at her with that cocky smirk of his in response to her desperation. What did he expect, for her not to be horned up after getting tossed around in that bathroom?

“M’goin’!”

“Wise choice.”

The couple kept themselves quiet, allowing adequate time for their guests to get to a safe distance. Another well-placed grind of her damp shorts against his hard cock pulled a sharp sound from the lieutenant, and he hurriedly finished ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Freyja couldn’t help the proud smile that pulled at her lips, her chest warming up at the power she held over him.

Several years ago

The lieutenant’s arrival in England was unceremonious. Laswell brought her through to John Price’s office and introduced the two. Strong energy radiated off of him, the presence of a skilled leader. He wouldn’t be difficult to work with; hopefully, she could use her time there to learn a thing or two from the captain that she could use on her track up the ranks. The trio went on a tour around the base, where she met Gary Sanderson – callsign “Roach” – who she became fast friends with due to her affinity for British Sign Language.

Then there was Ghost.

John didn’t offer anything other than the man’s callsign. She found it hard to believe someone of his stature could be likened to anything resembling a ghost, but she had seen crazier things during her service. The black ski mask with a skull print was a choice, but not dissimilar to the black gater she sported at the time.

In the days following her arrival, the lieutenant did her best to bond with her new team members, even though the arrangement was temporary. Roach wasn’t a problem, and even their superior made an effort to get to know her and her ambitions, even her personal life.

“No call sign?” Price asked, having already read over the file Kate had sent over.

She shrugged noncommittally. “I haven’t found one that fits me yet. I just go by whatever designation I have for the mission.”

“Bravo-one it is.”

Ghost, on the other hand–

The sergeant proved her first impression wrong. How did the giant of a man manage to disappear whenever she entered a room? However, Ghost didn’t always vanish, and she couldn’t figure out a pattern. It was as though he was intentionally steering clear of her presence, but only in certain situations.

She would be correct.

One of the first things the team did was head to the gym to familiarize themselves with the others’ techniques and skills in combat. With Price, Roach, and Ghost already knowing each others’ affinities, that left the lieutenant to showcase hers. Price wanted to give her a challenge, to see how she would handle someone who clearly overpowered her. Ghost was the obvious choice, at six-foot-four and change and two-hundred-plus pounds.

She won the first round, although barely. She was good, and Ghost hadn’t dared underestimate her before stepping into the ring. She’d somehow wrenched herself out of his grip and onto his shoulders, with her thighs locked around his neck effectively enough for him to tap at her hip. Ghost won the second, taking more time than he would have liked to pin the lieutenant on her back, securing her hands above her head and holding her down with his body weight.

He could take the damned heavy breathing and mischievous eyes staring up at him through her lashes. But when “Good job, Sergeant” slipped past her lips and planted itself firmly in his brain, he leaped off the woman as if she was on fire. His cargos did a good enough job concealing the raging hard-on he sported during the rest of the evaluation, but they didn’t ease Ghost’s suffering as he had to stand there and avoid her occasional glances.

While the newcomer was learning the ropes of the base and making friends, Ghost was preoccupied. He was putting in a considerable effort to not think about her; the mask covering the lower half of her face, her pretty eyes above that black mask, her chest in the tight shirt she arrived in–

Pull yourself together.

He was doing well for a while. Ghost made it six whole hours without popping another boner. Then there was the interrogation.

That night, Roach and Price picked up a cartel member from the cell they were trying to locate. The captain paired Bravo-one, her temporary call sign, and Ghost on the interrogation. Hard to avoid me now, huh? she thought to herself as they approached the room, Ghost pausing just before the door. She wasn’t exactly sure what she had done to make him so avoidant, but she couldn’t be bothered much then. They had a job to do.

With a hand on the knob, the man with the skull plate looked over his shoulder at her. “If you’d like to do the talking–”

“No, thank you.”

Ghost raised a brow under his mask, watching her roll up her sleeves.

“No?”

“I can be persuasive.”

She ignored the expression she couldn’t quite place and waved her hand, directing him to open the door. “After you, Sergeant.”

The pair split off, Ghost immediately going to their captive’s chair, the other hovering by the duffel bag in the corner, packed with various tools and weapons. The one she picked up and inspected for any dents or abnormalities made Ghost’s brain twitch. Well, maybe not his brain–

“And who’s the looker?” the stranger asked, licking his lips. “You’d be prettier if you took the mask off, baby.”

“That’s my lieutenant,” Ghost replied, leaning on one of the metal chair’s arms. “She’s here to make sure you tell me what I want to know.”

“And what exactly would you like to know, Sergeant?”

“Easy question.” He leaned down into the dealer’s bubble, close to his ear. “I just want your boss’s location.”

The man whistled lowly, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. “Now, that, I can’t do,” he said with a shrug. “Unfortunately for you, this routine won’t work for me. The bad cop smacks me around; the good cop comes in with an offer to save the day – been there, done that. Maybe if you sweeten the deal with that lovely piece of–”

“You’re mistaken,” Bravo-one interrupted his monologue, stepping away from the corner and further into their witness’s line of sight. “He’s not the bad cop.” She bent to his level and brought the torch between them before flicking the flame on. Their prisoner’s stoic face quickly soured, and he thrashed against his restraints, making every attempt to escape the blue flame. “I am.”

Ghost found many things attractive, but he wasn’t aware that watching a woman he had just met torture a grown man and make him beg for life (and eventually, his death) would make him so painfully hard. He tried to blow off steam in the gym a few hours later (after jerking off in the shower, fucking minx), but was yet again met with the sight of his partner. Her hair was still damp from a post-mission shower, leaving a wet spot on the back of her t-shirt. This time, however, she had perched herself outside Price’s quarters. She leaned against the open door frame, chatting quietly, in nothing but a t-shirt and incredibly short shorts. Short enough, that the delicious crease where her ass met her thigh was prominently displayed.

Abort, abort, abort–

It was like the man had blacked out until he was safely in the confines of his quarters, back pressed against the now-locked door. He was a panting, flushed wreck under his mask, which he swiftly pulled off and tossed onto his dresser. Every endeavor to catch his breath or slow his heartbeat went nowhere. He decided cracking his skull against the solid wood door might jumpstart his system again and divert his thoughts away from the lieutenant.

Needless to say, that did nothing to appease the throbbing sensation between his legs.

“Bloody hell…”

Nothing a quick wank couldn’t fix. Again.

Price invited her to a local military bar with the rest of the crew, the usual spot for those who stayed on base on a Thursday night. It didn’t take her long to change and hitch a ride with their captain, donning a simple open-knit sweater with a bralette underneath and dark blue jeans. Once they arrived, she immediately noticed Ghost sitting at the end of the u-shaped countertop, tucked against the wall with his hood over his head. She took her time floating around the bar, shaking hands and conversing happily with various privates and soldiers that weren’t on their assignment. The damp air in the space, combined with her breath, made her mask cling to her face; this was a common occurrence, one the soldier had learned to put up with.

Ghost made no effort to approach her, but she wasn’t blind; his eyes followed her constantly. Whether he was being intentionally conspicuous or not, she didn’t know. After their little sparring match (that left a puddle in her underwear), she thought she had felt something shift. Even though she’d only known the man a few hours then, something about the sergeant piqued her interest. His commanding aura, powerful stance, laid-back yet driven attitude–

Or, his monstrous size and muscles. Those were always a plus.

When Ghost had fled from the training facilities, leaving her on the floor, she raised her arms and let them smack against the mat underneath her.

“He’s a tricky lad to get to know. You’ll get there,” Price had said, insisting that his adverse reaction was nothing personal.

Regardless, he wasn’t making a move, and the constant avoidance wasn’t floating her boat.

So, she allowed Roach to pull her to the cozy dance floor on the other side of the bar. Her eyes wrinkled with the wide smile under her mask as she danced with the silent soldier, chest to chest, periodically spinning under his arm. They laughed and danced like carefree fools; she had been nervous about crossing the pond to a new country, partnering up with strangers for such a vital mission. It wasn’t the same as a deployment or going to various countries with her usual team. The cartel could keep her in England for weeks if not months. Most of the people so far had made her feel welcome.

Most.

Still, she allowed her eyes to fall on the one soul who had made it seem like she didn’t belong – on that mission, on base, in the military in the first place–

And found the portion of his face not covered by his balaclava examining her. Ghost was damn good at concealing his emotions; in the few days she’d been graced with knowing him, she couldn’t figure out his thoughts three-quarters of the time. But at that moment, it almost seemed like fury mixed with a…certain softness?

His gaze shifted to her dance partner and darkened, no longer holding what she thought she had seen just a second before. Ghost held their eye contact while he downed his drink and slammed the heavy glass on the counter. Finally, he stormed to the exit with his hands stuffed into his pockets. She watched him shoulder the emergency door, which apparently had no alarms attached to it, and disappear outside. It was like a silent command to follow. Or maybe a warning, a huge, neon red sign blinking ‘BEWARE! DANGER!’ at her.

However, she had never been known for playing things safe.

“Roach,” she said over the music, slowing her movements. “I need some air. Don’t wait up.”

He simply smiled and bobbed his head before signing, “Sure! I’ll see you back on base tomorrow?”

“Try not to take it too rough tonight,” she signed back with a wink, patting him on the shoulder.

“I make no promises!”

Roach wouldn’t have a hard time finding someone to go home with, that much she was sure about. Even as she weaved through the crowd, she scoped a soldier still in their fatigues heading in her companion’s direction. Lucky bastard, she thought, trying not to let her envy for Gary’s ability to draw men in get the better of her. I’d give anything to scratch that itch right about now. But she was determined. Determined to confront Ghost about his attitude toward her, his superior, and end it. She quickly stepped to the door, hoping to catch the sergeant before he went back to base–

And collided with said sergeant's chest as she went to push the door out.

“Lieutenant.”

The lieutenant recovered smoothly, stepping back to put some space between them. “Sergeant,” she said, nodding to him. “Can I speak to you outside for a moment?”

He stared for a beat before silently stepping back and holding the door open as she stepped out. The cool, refreshing air flowed through the wide knit of her sweater, offering solace from the hot, stiff air, inside the building. The back exit led to a quiet parking lot; all they could hear was the soft buzz of the street light above, Thursday night traffic in the distance, and the muted music from the speakers inside.

They stood side by side in silence for a while, him with his hands tucked into his hoodie pocket again, her arms crossed over her chest. The bar was further away from the city, making the clear, starry sky more visible without the smog and city lights. It would be peaceful if not for her whirring thoughts and the intoxicating musk and whisky wafting from the man next to her. Maybe she’d find someone to go back to the barracks with later.

She wasn’t expecting Ghost to be a regular Chatty Cathy, but the silence was unbearable. “Did I do something to upset you, Sergeant?” she asked, not looking up at him.

“No, ma’am.”

God, she wanted to throttle him. “Then why are you avoiding me?” She took the silence that followed as confirmation of her suspicions, which only fueled her fire more. “We’re supposed to be a team; you and I are partners. The whole won’t function with you icing me out.”

Another pause as Ghost contemplated his response. Her sneaker scuffed against the pavement as she shifted her stance, choosing to spread her weight equally instead of leaning to one side. It made her feel taller, and she needed all the help she could get next to the absolute unit beside her.

“You’re distracting.”

“Distra-” She looked up at him then, baffled, and saw him still facing forward. But she did notice his jaw tightened underneath the mask. Distracting? That’s not–

Oh.

“Rather cozy with the little insect.”

She couldn’t help it, honest. At first, she snorted, but her recovery wasn’t as swift as the chuckle rolled into barrelling laughter. “R-Rather…insecure for such a…big man!” she wheezed, hunching over with her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

Ghost asked, “Something funny?” which only made matters worse and threw her into another fit of giggles and snorts. Very ladylike. After close to a minute, she managed to compose herself enough to suck in a deep breath of oxygen.

“You’re jealous?” she questioned, straightening her back again. “Oh, that’s…that’s hilarious.”

“I’m not.”

Liar.

“You’ve been pining after me this whole time, and you–” The giggling started again, but under enough control that she could still speak. “Ghost, Roach is fucking gay.”

Ghost’s eyes snapped over to her at that, although he couldn’t find the words for a smart response. Several things he had noticed about Roach suddenly made sense. He’d been working with Roach for months by that point. How hadn’t he put two and two together?

“You’d have a better chance of getting him to fuck you than me.”

Before he could stop it, his mouth spoke quicker than his mind could keep up with. “Oh, I’m not a bottom, love.”

Now, that certainly wasn’t a response she prepared for. Was it a good idea to proposition someone of a lower rank as a contractor?

Probably not.

If she was wrong and he wasn’t interested, he could report her and get her demoted if not discharged entirely. But if she’s right, and someone else catches them, that would at least count towards a demerit, a permanent stain on both of their records.

But again, you know what they say about her and risks…

“You sure about that?” she hummed, keeping her gaze forward and arms crossed.

Ghost raised an eyebrow and gave her a once over with his side-eye, eyes following her every curve, from her feet up to her exposed shoulder where her sweater had slipped and the open holes to her bare skin underneath. He forced his sight forward like a good soldier, clenching his fists tightly in his pocket to help restrain himself. “I don’t make a habit of fuckin’ my superiors, ma’am,” he offered, head tipped back towards the open sky.

“Who said you’d be doing the fucking, soldier?”

His skin reacted immediately, burning hot under the black fabric. He chanced another look at her without turning his head and saw her looking back through pretty lashes. If there were a definition for “fuck me eyes” in the dictionary with a picture next to it, the eyes he was currently staring into would be there. He had done so well, circumventing any temptation from a superior officer. The military was all he had; if he was discharged, he would have nowhere else to go. The ghost didn’t even have an apartment off-base, always staying in the barracks, save for times when Price dragged him to his house and forced him to stay there.

He had been so diligent and successfully dodged her at every opportunity, dodged her kind advances of friendship, even sat across the room during the few briefings they’d had together to keep physical distance between him and his problem. But with every passing second of peering down into those eyes, the rest of her face concealed by a mask not unlike his own – he felt his impulses surging forward and self-control slipping away.

The man sighed deeply and dropped his head with his eyes closed. “Bollocks.” Ghost placed a hand on her lower back while the other pulled his belt open, the leather slipping through the metal clasp, buckle clinking as he guided her towards Price’s vehicle.

Ever the gentleman, Ghost popped the door open and stepped to the side, allowing her space to climb in first. She couldn’t be bothered with concealing the giddy, satisfied look as she perched herself on the seat and tugged him between her legs by his waistband.

“Don’t give me that look.”

Mischief twinkled in the irises staring back at him, and suddenly the black mask he’d grown accustomed to disappear, showcasing a smile to match. “What look, Sergeant?” she questioned, her voice pitched lower than usual and her touch slipping into his pants and squeezing. Hard. A gloved hand smacked into the frame of the vehicle, supporting his body through the sudden tremor that jerked his hips forward.

Fuck.

She did manage to learn a few things about Ghost in that SUV. Those facts are as follows:

He was much more religious about keeping his mask on than she was with hers

Whimperer

He somehow was able to be soft while also fucking her stupid?

That tongue of his was good for more than quick whit

When Ghost came inside her, his thighs shaking and convulsing as her warm walls milked him dry, she gave them both a minute to gather their senses before rolling her hips again, earning a pathetic whine.

“Come on, Sergeant,” she panted, pulling his head up from her shoulder by short curls at the nape of his neck. “You can do better than that. Make me come again? Please?”

She had known him for two days and already had him on his knees for her. That theme would be consistent in their relationship going forward.

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pixeechix21 · 5 months

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All I want for Christmas 🎄

Simon!Ghost!Riley x fem!reader 12 days of Christmas

Summary: It's your turn to sit on Santa's lap. Tell him what you want and maybe he's feeling giving enough to grant you your wish.

TW: nothing really just good old smut, with some role play?, n sweet names and praise the usual 😊💕

I'm sorry but what the heck is this man doin in this gif?? 🤨

You promised your best friend you wouldn’t get that drunk. But after hearing the 141 boys were hosting a Christmas party you couldn’t help yourself.

Dancing and chatting with your friends, you abruptly hear clapping and jeers. Entering the room is a dressed up Price. You and the girl's dog whistle him as he walks past. “Red looks good on you Simon,” you cheer.

Johnny had managed to coerce Simon to dress up as Father Christmas. Placing him on the “throne” near the karaoke machine. “Come up! Come up everyone! Santa’s lap is open for all. Don’t miss your chance lassies and you Gaz I ya lookin’ at him!” Everyone lifts their cheers as Gaz is shoved to the front. Smiling widely, Simon’s cheerful eyes meet yours. He winks subtly, making your stomach flip and turn.

Gaz does his theatrics, sitting on his lap and fake fanning his face in excitement. He leaves, giving Simon a sloppy kiss on the cheek, “thank you thank you! I promise I’ve been good!”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Simon shoves him off jokingly. Keeping his eyes on you Simon opens his legs leaning back and patting it, “for you,” he mouths.

Jonny sees you in your costume. You’d lost a bet and had to dress up as a slutty elf. “Maybe Santa’s elf wants to finally sit on the throne,” he comes to you, you weakly attempt to back away. From behind you’re shoved into his arms . He takes you to Simon, excitedly. Sitting on his lap, Simon snakes his hand around your waist. Johnny is about to open his mouth ready to make a joke but Simon beats him to it. “That’s enough Soap, now fuck off.” He doesn't spare him another glance.

Sitting there on his lap, you pray he can’t feel heartbeat. “So, tell me, have you been good, my sweet?” His tone has changed, low and private between the two of you. Your hand loops around his neck running your nails through his hair. If it wasn’t for the loud music and chatting crowd you swear you would have heard him groan. “I’ve tried to be,” you sit up further on his lap, “I’ve tried to be a good girl, just for you,’ you whisper, he looks hungrily at your soft lips.

“Is there anything you want this year, since you’ve been on your best behavior?” His thumb starts to draw lazy circles on your exposed inner thigh. Close, so dangerously close, you lightly clench your thighs.

“There is one thing you could give me,” you don’t recognize your own sultry voice. Glad everyone is too drunk to notice.

“Mmm. What’s that my sweet?” he inhales as he pushes away your hair, leaving your neck exposed. You inhale shakily.

“You.” you let out weakly melting into his increasingly possessive grip. You’re without a doubt that he can feel your heartbeat throbbing, on his leg.

“I didn’t hear you my little elf,” his hand inches up, under the mini skirt.

“I- i want- you.” you place your hand on his muscled chest.

“Me too darling,” he doesn’t waste time scooping you up in a bridal hold. He gets up leaving the room smiling at Soap as you two pass by. Over his shoulder you see Johnny’s shocked expression, mouth wide open.

Simon is on a mission, he bursts through an office door. Shutting it he adjusts your legs to wrap around his waist. He captures your lips between his, crashing into you removing all air from your lungs. You sink into him, inhaling his deep kisses. Your hands scratch all over his body trying to take off his ridiculous clothes. “God y/n,” he kisses hot trails across your collarbone.

“I need you Si. I need you in me,” you whine as he helps you undo his belt. You’re so wet against his palm, his index and middle finger running along you sweet cunt.

“I know, I can feel you,” he pinches lightly the growing bud of your clit. A shot of fireball couldn’t compare to the dizziness that fogs your mind. You buck and moan beautifully in his ear. “Don’t want the others to see how bad you’ve been,” he takes out his cock, running himself up and down. Slapping your clit you jolt at the sharp sensation. He moves the panties to the side. “Let me give you what you want luv. Relax for me,” biting his neck, his enlarged tip pushed past your entrance. “Take it, it’s just for you my sweet,” he pants as one hand supports your ass, the other caging you in, hand on door.

Using his powerful muscles he fucks you. You tighten your grip on his shoulders and sinch his waist. “Fuck- Simon- I need you,” head resting on his shoulder, you kiss his neck refraining the loud whines from falling past your lips.

“That’s it baby, it’s all yours,” he growls. And you do, you take every fucking painful inch of his throbbing cock. Hitting the sweet spot deep within you.

“Simon,” you moan, clawing at him. He doesn’t stop. The friction of your panties stimulate your clit. You fuck him back, taking his lips with yours. Licking, biting, breathing messily. Your climax overcomes every single muscular control you hold. Sighing into his mouth he sucks your hot whining. He’s not far behind you as he jerks, coming as he feels you around him.

Setting you down gently he steadies you, before you can stumble. Putting your panties back as you help zip his trousers.

Flushed and tired, you figure it’d be best to go to bed. Holding you close he walks you to your room, always alert.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Hi!

Can I please request the aftermath of Leibling taking her iron jewellery off in the shower, I want to know sooo badly what happened next. I'm literally frothing in the mouth thinking about it. I wonder if she would take the first chance she gets to put her iron jewellery back on or use other protective charms.

I did some research about protective charms against Fae, apparently four leaf clovers can be used as a charm. I personally have two four leaf clovers i found one when I was 9 and another when I was 19 so they're 10 years apart. I keep them in a book.

I also wanted to ask what kind of Fae is Konig? Like what is he? I feel he has a much darker and sinister side to himself that he hides so that Liebling doesn't pull out all her stops to get away from him using the knowledge she has as Fae repellent lol.

Thanks again for blessing us with your wonderful writing 💗

Fic will be under the cut, y'all know the drill.

Congrats on your doubled warding! I've only ever found 1 four leaf clover, but I've held onto it for the last 15 years or so. I've always wondered what you're supposed to do with clovers as warding. I saw a joke once about eating them, but I will not be doing that.

König is a little bit complicated of a Fae. I keep meaning to draw his "fae form" because I can see it clearly in my mind, but I haven't gotten around to it. The best way I can describe him is as a highly specialized predator. He's definitely hiding that side of himself from Liebling because he doesn't want to scare her off, but like Ghost he's a very scary and deadly dude. I've described him before as being like a big cat, but I mean that in the way that lions and tigers are big cats, i.e. not something you'd ever want to run into.

As far as the "what is he" goes he's got a lot of different parts to him. I'm going to give a description on how I think of him, this doesn't mean you have to imagine this. He still looks human when he's walking around the city and around Liebling. His fae form is maybe 9ft tall, his hood looks more like long hair, his build is sort of like the Brøndmand of scandinavian folklore(thehmn has a very good drawing of them), spines along his back, claws, teeth, in my mind he's got fur and a very long fluffy tail(sort of like an oriental long hair cat lol). He's a pretty boy. Thank God Liebling is a monster fucker.

König's fingers slide past your clit and hook themselves into your cunt. You whimper, clenching against the intrusion as he shushes you. Punishment, he'd said. You can feel how hard he is against your back, the water from the shower head doing little to clean off the precum he smears against your skin. The heat of the shower stings against the fresh bite on your shoulder, and König holds your face so he can watch as your expression twists between pain and pleasure.

His fingers are so thick in you, dragging against your walls as he rubs at that soft spongy spot near your entrance, coaxing you to get wetter for him. He doesn't stretch you, only thrusts his fingers into you, letting you grind your clit against his palm as you get used to the full feeling. It's been over two weeks since you felt him against you like this, but it may as well have been months the way your body reacts to him. Heat clenching hard in your stomach, making your breath hitch as he stares down at you.

You hardly ever get to see his face, but now he's making sure it's the only thing you can see. His fingers squeeze your throat in warning every time you so much as blink, and the contact is pumping you so full of molten heat that you think he might not understand what a punishment is. Because this certainly doesn't feel like one. It feels like your sort-of-boyfriend working you up to cum on his fingers.

You clench around his fingers as they thrust up into you, deeper and thicker than yours will ever be. God, you missed this. You whine for him, rocking your hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure he'll give you. Trying to entice him to give you what you really want. His hand leaves your throat, and slides over your chest. His fingers curling to scratch up over your sternum, dragging his claws over delicate skin.

It feels good, that little sting of pain, the way his fingers curl just right, you feel the coil of heat in your stomach pull tight. You feel him pull the gathered tethers in his hand tight as well.

"No," You gasp, grinding harder against his hand, you're right there. You can feel it sparking heat and pleasure, can feel the sinful drag of his fingers as you nearly bounce on his hand for more. You're stuck just on the edge of orgasm, but every pleasure in the world can't tip you over unless König wants it to.

"Yes, Schatz," He purrs, dragging his tongue against your cheek, as he pulls his fingers from your desperate cunt, "didn't I say? Punishment."

You feel your chest clench tight, your legs shaking as he presses you against the shower wall. His fingers dig into your hip, pulling you up onto your toes so he can slide his thick hot cock between your legs. You drop your head to watch the head of it bump against your clit, sparking heat that you'd want any other time but now. Big, you always forget how big he is.

Your breath hitches as he thrusts against you, collecting your slick on his cock. It's a kindness you don't think will help much when the tip catches on your cunt and presses into you. He fills you slow and steady, veins dragging along your walls, girth stretching you so good it hurts, and doesn't stop until his hips are settled against your ass. Full. You try to control your breathing. You can see him pressing against your stomach, and you can't help the desperate sob when he starts to pull out. Your cunt clenching to try and keep him in where you want him. Where you need him.

"That's it," König murmurs against your ear, "be a good girl, and cry for me."

You choke when he thrusts into you hard, every nerve in your body lighting up at the snap of his hips. He's got you right on the edge, right where he knows he can make you beg, and he's letting you feel every inch of him. All that molten magic he poured into you makes you sensitive to his every touch, it's torture when his hand leaves your hip to rub your clit. As if he isn't the one keeping you on edge.

"Please," You whine, hardly able to think around his cock molding your poor cunt to its shape, "König, please." You want to cum, you can be good for him if he'll just let you cum.

"Did I say beg, Schatz?" You shake your head, "No, I said cry." You find that's not very hard to do, when he pinches your clit hard between his fingers, cock bruising your cervix. You feel tears burning your eyes, sobs collecting in your chest with each pleasant torture. König hums, "We have a long night ahead of us Liebling, you may want to start behaving."

#are we all happy now #pointing at Liebling: you think this woman is a domme??#The only power she has over König is the power he's given her #I do want her to put him on a leash like a dog tho #pull on it while he fucks her into the bed #that would be fun #oc: liebling #Fae!König #könig x you #König x reader #könig smut #cod x reader #x reader #könig modern warfare #gonna go ahead and add a mature label to this

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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In case I miss Thursday Thots that’s okay, but sundress anon here and I wanted to thank you for the very sweet fic you wrote with Gaz (it made me warm and happy and now I’m planning a shopping trip with girlfriends) so now I bring you Gaz making good on his promise and railing you against the wall in your apartment in your new dress, the man feral and weak at how you look, the feel of your thighs under your dress, and really he’s going to make it so he buys you a couple more….for selfish reasons too

SUNDRESS ANON LETS FUCKING GOOO!!!

God this made me so fucking happy honestly. Gaz absolutely would buy you sundresses just so he can ruck them up your thighs and see them crumpled on his bedroom floor. He's so sweet and attentive but also still a man who really does want to rail his partner and remind them of how beautiful they are, take them to meet the team and show them off and go 'This my girlfriend/boyfriend! :D' because he's literally so boyfriend

God I just- I love him so much. He deserves the world. Have some passionate but tender pressed against the wall sex after Gaz's mind starts vibrating from seeing you in a sundress.

“Can we go home now?” He had asked into your shoulder, head bent into you from behind, arms wrapped around your middle, fingers teasing the adorable tie of your sundress. With the music of the bar wafting over you both, he’d rocked you gently on your feet from side to side, cradling you in his arms and placing soft, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder.

“We just got here.” You told him, raising a hand to pat his face, listening to Johnny’s raucous laughter from the other side of the pub. Kyle had only grumbled into your shoulder once more, had given you a teasing nip with his teeth that had you choke a stifled ‘K-Kyle-’

In the two or so hours the had followed Gaz barely took his eyes off you, finding himself wrapping an arm over your shoulders, fitting his chin over your shoulder from behind, touching you in every way he can- to the point where even Ghost had remarked upon it with a low, snide remark that you knew to be mere teasing. Gaz had only laughed, made a point of pressing a kiss to your cheek in front of the boys like he wanted to show you off. You ignored Soap’s feigned gagging in favor of his goofy smile that followed.

As the night dragged on, Gaz had asked again, then again if you could both leave, and each time you gently encouraged him to stay just a little longer. Yet at the fifth time you had spun in his arms, your back pressed against the counter of the bar and asked “Why do you want to go home so bad?”

Gaz had grinned down at you- and you knew then from the mischief in his eyes exactly what he wanted.

“Don’t want to strip this dress off you where everyone can see, doll.”

You’d make it exactly five steps in the door back at your flat before he has you pressed against his lips.

“F-fuck, Kyle-” You gasp between warm, wet kisses, excitement, anticipation trilling through you with every press of his mouth against yours. “What’s gotten into you?”

He huffs a laugh, breath hot across the planes of your face, and you can taste the rum on his words as he murmurs: “It’s the bloody dress, doll.”

“The dress?” You gasp as his hands smooth down your sides, come to cup the swell of your ass and you gasp, thighs closing and hands fisting into his jacket.

Kyle’s eyes are bright in the dimness of the foyer, his smile tugging up towards his ears, undeniably pleased at your reaction. You have to teeter on your toes for a moment as he draws you up, fingers kneading your ass through the soft fabric of the sundress- the one he picked out.

“What is it with men and sundresses?” You breathe as he places a kiss on your forehead with a little laugh.

“Can’t resist it.” He offers simply, and you get little warning before Kyle hikes up the skirt and teases at the fabric of your panties, cheekily snapping the elastic against your flesh. You jump a little in his arms, a startled little moan bubbling up your throat before you can stop it, and when Kyle laughs, it warms you through. “Can’t resist you.”

When he kisses you again you can feel your own smile pressed into the corner of his mouth. Gaz, for all he’s worth, for all the things he’s done and lives he’s taken, is always so good to you. Gentle, sweet, fun, patient and kind and sometimes silly with just how in love he is with you. His laughter is infectious, his smile bleeding into your own, warm and feeling like home.

It doesn’t take long for his hand to cup you through your panties, and your arms go up to loops around his neck as he presses you further into the wall. There’s little curses and gasps as he gently grinds the heel of his palm against you, feeling wetness begin to spread across his palm. It’s almost embarrassing how tightly he’s got you wound, had whispered filthy things in your ear the entire ride home, had left his hands wandering across your body when you were both at the bar when his teammates weren’t watching. Kyle is always so sweet and gentle you sometimes forget just how insatiable he can be sometimes.

“We- hah… we can move to the bedroom-” You try, grinding yourself down eagerly onto his hand, only for his fingers to dip past the waistband of your panties and circle the calloused pads of them across your clit. You whine, hand fisting at the back of his collar and hips jerking into his touch.

“No, no.” He breathes back, air stolen from his chest. “Right here. Right here sweet girl.”

That makes a noise strangle you for a moment, realizing just how much you’ve worn on his patience with a single piece of clothing.

He pauses then, pulls back from his kiss, his hand still in your panties. There’s a momentary concern across his eyes, lidded with lust, and he asks you in a panting breath: “Yeah? Can I? Please, doll?”

Oh fuck.

How can you possibly deny him when he asks you like that? Puppy-eyed and sweet and tender despite the violence of him- the brutality and resolve that contrasts with the softness of loving you.

“Yes.” You tell him. “Yes, Kyle, please yes-”

You catch only a glimpse of his grin before he spins you around with surprising strength and speed, presses you up against the wall and once more dips his hands into your slick folds. He groans at the wetness he finds there, spreads it over your entrance and briefly pushes a finger into you, cursing under his breath at the lewd whimpers and moans he receives in turn.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He swears against your skin. “Got you worked up, didn’t I love?”

You groan at that, sink down further onto his hand and feel for a moment like your legs might be unable to hold you up, weakness trembling through your thighs. There’s a warm, liquid desire that pulses through you, rises up into your chest and coils below your belly in taut anticipation. You can feel your walls flutter over Kyle’s fingers as he idly thrusts and spreads them inside you. Your hands, placed on the wall to brace you, curl into fists and you beg him, voice equal parts irritated and imploring.

“Bloody f-fucking hell, get on with it sergeant.” You demand, but your voice is a mere waver that sounds so much more desperate than you hoped.

“With pleasure, love.” He breathes to you, once more nipping across the bare rise of your shoulder before you can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, feel a blunt pressure at the core of you. He pauses, and you almost want to snap at him to quit teasing before he’s pushing forward, slowly sheathing himself in you and listening to the long, drawn out moan that falls from the bottom of your chest.

It’s only once he’s fully inside you that you feel him release a hot breath across your nape, feel the twitch of his girth inside you with his hand wrapped around your hip to steady himself. You expect him to roll his hips forward with little fanfare, finally draw his patience to snap and have you the way he’s wanted to since this whole night began. Yet Kyle instead huffs a chuckle into your shoulder, as if he’s somehow caught the scent of your own inner thoughts and turned them into his own.

“It’s not the dress, doll.” He tells you then, head bent into the junction between your neck and shoulder. His other hand raises, and he places it over yours, braced on the wall, interlocking your fingers in a tender reminder of his affection.

“It’s because the person wearing it is you.”

#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick imagine #kyle gaz garrick #kyle 'gaz' garrick #gaz x reader #f! reader #x reader #reader insert #technically tagging this Thursday thots bc I did get it on Thursday but wanted to write a little longer thing for it #thursday night thots

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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bestie. babe. light of my days. i’m absolutely in love with your “Pretty Boy” fic and just the whole concept of a reader that is more cocky than Steve and gets him flustered and shit. it’s chef’s kiss. and while I’m glad when you write literally anything, I would looooove reading more from this dynamic. but regardless you deserve all the forehead kisses the world has to offer. ❤️🌚

18+

“You look so pretty,” you hummed, pleased and greedy with your gaze, staring down at the boy beneath you.

Steve smiled, bashful, cheeks a rosy pink, eyes a little glassy. You palmed at his chest, happy to touch all the bare skin he had on show for you. You loved him like this, a little desperate, pliable and greedy for you, eager to please and do as he was told. It made your chest rise and fall a little faster, lips bitten and hips rolling over his.

Your underwear was damp, slick and sticking to you, the rest of your body bare. Steve was in the same state, cock straining against his boxers, leaking at the tip as he nudged at your cunt, the hard length of him sitting sweet against your clothed slit.

“The prettiest boy, you know that?” You whispered, fingertip drawing a line over his clenched jaw, the stubble there. “Could just spend all day looking at you like this.”

Steve groaned, eyes fluttering shut, the flush on his cheeks deepening, hips bucking upwards. His hands - that had been lying pliant on your spread thighs - sought more skin upwards, fingers tucking into the sides of your underwear and grabbing the bare skin underneath.

“Baby, c’mon, I can’t— I can’t…” Steve was murmuring, voice hoarse, tongue licking over his bottom lip and you suddenly wanted to spend another hour making out with him, letting him strip you as you pulled at his clothes too. “I’m going fucking crazy, here.”

You grinned and leaned down, breath hitching when Steve took the opportunity to grab at your ass. He looked flustered as you bent to him, tits crushed to his chest, like he hadn’t had you like this a hundred times before. Decades could pass and Steve would still look at you like you were the best thing he’d ever fucking seen.

“You are?” You taunted, lips ghosting over his own, a barely there kiss that had him squirming under you. “Poor baby. What do you want?”

“You,” Steve answered on a breath, desperate. “Wanna make you feel good- can I? Please baby.”

You pouted, nose brushing against Steve’s as you lifted your hips from his, loving the way he groaned at the loss of contact, missing the weight of you on his cock instantly. “Yeah? Wanna make me come?”

Steve nodded, swallowing hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed, eyes fixed on you as you moved. You smiled down at him, pressed a sweet kiss to his lips before shifting up his body. Steve swore under his breath, fingers pushing into the dough of your ass, dragging over your skin as you made you up his chest.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes,” the boy groaned in relief, in excitement, as you settled your knees on the mattress either side of his head. “You’re a dream, Jesus Christ, baby, god yeah, lemme just—”

Steve tilted his chin up, pressed his nose to the top of your cunt, nudging until he found your clit and made you keen. His tongue followed, kitten licking a slow stripe over your underwear, making the damp spot there even wetter. You cried out, unable to help yourself as you grabbed at the headboard and Steve grabbed at your thighs, coaxing you down on him.

“Stevie,” you praised breathily, hiccuping a soft laugh when he groaned into you in reply. You felt his hips kick up behind you, bucking into the air as he tried to gain some release. “Fuck, handsome, that’s it, you’re so good to me, you know that?”

Steve nipped at your thigh, a hand running the length of your spine, up and down until he landed on your ass, gripping tight and making you rock yourself over his mouth. His mouth was made for this, lips pink and soft, plush and ready for you as they kissed over your centre, licking at the seam of skin where your thigh met your cunt.

“Get them out of the way for me, honey, c’mon.”

You could tell Steve was desperate when he got bold like that, voice a dirty rasp, pupils blown wide and lost in you.

You smiled, one hand flirting with the lace edge of your underwear, fingers tucking into the side, ready to pull it out of the way for Steve and his mouth. “Say please, pretty boy.”

Steve whined, a strangled sound that made your cunt clench around nothing. But almost immediately: “please baby, fuck - please, please, show me, yeah? Wanna see how wet you are for me.”

And how could you say no to that? How could you ever even think you could deny the boy anything?

So you hooked two fingers into the lace, pulling it aside and biting down on the inside of your cheek when Steve groaned loudly, looking at your like a man starved. He waited until you could dropped yourself down onto him a little more, his tongue out and flat for you to rock yourself on. His hands curled around the soft skin behind your bent knees, thumbs rubbing encouragingly, and you whined for him.

A sigh escaped his lips, warm air fluttering over you as he dragged his tongue through your folds, pushing the tip of it over your clit, pressing sweet kisses there as you whispered garbled praises and soft terms of endearment.

That’s all he really wanted - hearing you fall to bits for him, coming apart on his tongue. But when you reached back and tugged at his cock, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to behave, if he had it in him to not flip you onto your back and take you the way he wanted to.

No - he waited, patient and glassy eyed until you had him groaning and thrashing under you, only manhandling you back into his lap when you said he was allowed to.

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader smut #steve baby blurb

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fun-mxtx-polls · 3 months

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E'ming vs. Xuan Su

E'ming propaganda:

I just had to come here and wax poetically about E-Ming. Not only is he a) a deadly scimitar that can and has defeated gods, b) the legendary weapon of the strongest ghost king, and c) made USING that ghost king’s eye, he’s also the goodest boy to have ever existed.

He’s basically a puppy dog in sword form and he just wants love and pets. He’s so expressive and adorable that Xie Lian completely ignore all warnings to avoid him to instead treat him like the puppy he is.

Plus there’s his creation story! (Spoilers for TGCF). Back when Hua Cheng was still a weak ghost on Mount Tonglu, he chose to pretext a group of lost mortals by ripping out his eye and forging E-Ming as a weapon. It was a dangerous and risky choice that could have forever separated Hua Cheng from Xie Lian, but he still did it simply because he cares more about others than he likes to admit. E-Ming represents Hua Cheng’s weakness and humanity and even though Hua Cheng resents him for that, Xie Lian loves him for it all the same.

Therefore E-Ming is a) a badass sword, b) an adorable puppy who deserves love, and c) a physical representation of who Hua Cheng is and how he and Xie Lian perceive him. E-Ming is precious and deserves all the votes (and pets)!

Also he just looks really, really cool too! (submitted by @alittlelessalone)

e'ming is babie!!!!!

Xuan Su propaganda:

Xuan Su means "Dark and solemn". Yue Qingyuan's sword, vitality important to his backstory. Its so strong that few cultivators can even stand when he pulls it out, even by a sliver. It drain's yqy's lifeforce in exchange for incredible amounts of power! It wasn't even drawn fully during the sealing of Tianlang-jun, and was instrumental to his defeat. Even pidw Bingge couldn't defeat him one-on-one!

i haven't been able to get 'Xuan Su is YQY's erectile dysfunction' out of my head for multiple days and I have one thing to say about it: it's SO funny, please let Xuan Su win so that this extremely powerful, OP, life ending sword can instead be known as YQY's limp dick. (submitted by @valiantbarnes)

Xuan Su is quite possibly the strongest sword on this list. It is so powerful that when Yue Qingyuan first got it, he was forced (via many broken bones) into secluded meditation in a cave for YEARS to prevent a deadly qi deviation, preventing him from saving Shen Jiu, destroying their relationship. And even once YQY grew to be the most powerful cultivator in the world (Bingge couldn't even kill him without an ambush) he still couldn't draw it without it sapping years off of his life every time. YQY had to carry two swords for his entire life because his first sword could and would kill him if given the chance.

Also, in PIDW, after Bingge killed YQY and Xuan Su shattered, Bingge used the shards to taunt Shen Qingqiu and SQQ swallows the shards to kill himself. Imagine swallowing the shards of a sword that belonged to your beloved childhood friend turned kind-of boss who missed you so much even when you were right there and for whom you feel so much bitterness and longing and yet cared for so much that news of his death is the only thing that could have broken you, even after years of horrific torture. The drama of that alone should win it some points, I think. (submitted by @slythavakna)

#mxtx swords tournament #tgcf #mxtx #svsss #eming #hua cheng #xuan su #yue qingyuan

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juvenillia · 6 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 14: weak

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

a/n: did we needed another filler chapter to build up some emotions, yes we did. Just read and enjoy, the next chapter will be different and we finally start building the main plot hehe [I know that keegan is another timeline but I wanted him to be there]

CW/TW: mentions of insecurity, guilt, shame, fluff, angst, violence, the usual stuff

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"Sir, with all my respect, you can't be serious?!", you looked shocked and with disbelief at Price. "That's nothing to discuss. You aren't in a state of heading out " Price's usual soft voice turned completely stoic. Looking with a stern face and you knew you couldn't convince him otherwise. "Rog’.", you answered defeated and went off for the common room. It was a few days after you returned to the base, and everything felt kind of normal. Well, at least the most. What wasn't normal was the amount of awareness people - your teammates - showed you.

You literally felt like you were a little weak child because everything they suggested let you feel like you were made from glass. Ghost wouldn't let you go to the gym, especially not alone. So, he made sure you didn't strain yourself and the still fresh wounds. Johnny wouldn't let you eat alone. Making sure you ate enough, and rations with enough nutrition. Kyle would make sure, that you didn't have to do any paperwork at all, using this time rather for proper rest. And now Price didn’t even allow you on the next mission was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You sat on the couch, an annoyed expression on your face, while Johnny looked concerned at you. "Bonnie what's wrong?" - "Does something hurt? Need us to get something for you?", Kyle joined leaning a bit forward. "Could you just stop treating me like a baby. God damn.", you cried out while immediately standing up again. Your Lieutenant just walked through the door and looked as concerned as Johnny at your figure. By now you were quite able to read his expression from his eyes. It wasn't that hard, because to be honest, his eyes were actually highly expressive. "And you, don't you even start Lieutenant. I'm capable of taking care of my own. So fucking stop it.", you point your finger at him before stomping out back to your barracks. Maybe it was unfair to react that way, they only wanted to help, to take care of you, but at this point it only annoyed you. You were a soldier, just like them. As Ghost caught the bullet nobody even cared about him going the gym the next morning or even heading out to the next mission. But you? You were treated like a rookie who was new to all that and it made you sick. You accepted Price's decision, but not the way you were treated by the boys. It was too much. They always saw you as equal, why not now?

That way you actually relaxed as they head out to the mission you were excluded from. Sure, you told them to take care and come back save, but you finally had some peace. Well, this relaxed feeling didn't stay long. The first day was calm. You could finally go to the gym without the scolding voice of Ghost lecturing you about the workout you wanted to do. You met with one of the Sergeants, the one that already recommended some training sessions to you before. He didn't know about your injuries and therefore you could finally push your limits again. Not to overdo it of course, you knew your body and your limits. And you still had the harsh voice of Ghost in the back of your head. Afterwards you went to take care of some of the new gathered intel. Trying to draw patterns and fulfilling some tasks Price left you. The first night was restful. It was no miracle though, after you could finally exhaust your body again. The second day felt already off. You went to your morning run and neither Ghost or Soap did approach you and adjusted their pace to yours. You simply ran in silent. That was the first time you started to miss them. Until Keegan met your glance and you kind of challenged each other in running. You didn't last long though, the wound in your left abdomen still sending pulsating pain down your legs. But you'd be able to push you further day by day. But the pain in your chest also raised to each day. You weren't greeted by a blissful Gaz as you passed the common room. No new tea was spilled as you head to the canteen in now found silence. There was no Ghost at the table, already finished with his meal but still waiting for the two of you to approach.

Everything felt utterly weird without them around. It was almost confusing how you already grew so attached to the little things those men around you provided. At least you knew that the mission shouldn't take too long. Price assured you it would be about three days, and then they would be back and discuss everything further. But going after your routine at the base without them made you feel somehow lonely.

Sometimes it made you feel guilty, guilty that you moved on so easily. Shoving your previous team out of your mind. But you didn't. Nearly every day you thought about them. Especially Droplet and Kabuki, now, after the talk with König, of course as well about König and Meg. They were your family, and they would always stay that. But you couldn't deny that you already grew highly attached to the 141 as well. At this point you questioned your whole emotional base. Did you changed so much, that you could easily find someone new? A new family? Or were these four men so damn special? You couldn't tell. A question you couldn't answer, but you didn't care. You knew your world turned upside down since you joined them.

You sat here on your usual spot in the common area at the third day and still heard nothing from the team. That's when you started to become unsettled. The day passed by, and it grew long, and the night even longer. By the fifths day you couldn’t sleep at all. What would be if something happened? Something that you could have prevented. All those thoughts out dribbling themselves. You smoked more than usual, were restless pacing through your room. The most time of the day you spent in the office going after clues and patterns. Your mind wasn't able to settle. Nothing could grant you some peace of mind. Keegan spend more time with you, when you shuffled through the halls, trying to ease your mood a bit. It worked only the slightest. You weren't close, still you appreciated his company. But after all you felt nothing than truly weak by now.

You were at the seventh day without proper sleep. Your body was exhausted, you fell into small naps, but they gave you nothing than more headaches. Meanwhile the boys did finally enter the helicopter that brought them home. Exhausted heads, drained limbs, and tired eyes, but satisfied of what they've achieved. Kyle and Price were in the front and Johnny next to Ghost. Soap let his head fall back against the cold metal and smiled satisfied. That smile growing smug as his eyes caught Ghost starring at his phone. He had your contact open, searching for a message but there was none. You didn't reach out to them because you knew it was nonsense. Ghost knew as well, but still he hoped to get a sign that you were okay and waiting for him, wait no, for them. "Already missing her, eh, Lt?", Johnny poked his elbow in his side and Ghost immediately shoved the phone away and stared in the distant in front of him. "Och, c'mon.", Johnny's voice became a bit more teasingly. "To be honest, it was weird without her.", Gaz stated from the front. "Aye. Definitive. Cannae wait to see that brawl face again.", the Scot smiled full of mischief. Ghost only growled low. "You like her a bit too much, Soap.", Kyle exhaled, and Price only laughed. He laughed because he knew what Johnny tried to do but he didn't intervene. He had his own fun watching from afar and letting things come naturally. Waiting for the right moment when he really needed to intervene.

When the boys arrived at the base it was already dark outside. The sun had set some time ago and they were all off to their rooms, stuffing their belongings back where they were before, taking a highly anticipated shower and meeting in the common room. Everyone was quick with their tasks to find some rest in their usual spots in the meant room. Only Price was missing.

You found him as you walked to get yourself another coffee and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. "Cap!", you exhaled and ran over to him. He smiled softly at you. "You're back! Is everyone... "- "Everything is fine. We were met with some troubling circumstances, but we sorted it out.", he stated with his usual soft but firm smile. "I'm glad.", you exhaled, finally feeling your mind settling. "How are you, Skadi?" - "As fit as a fiddle." - "Good. I need to talk to you about something. Let's head to my office. Shall we?" You looked a bit confused at him, it was already late, they just came back, and he already needed something to discuss but you shouldn't be the person to judge. That's what your life in the military was always like. So, you followed him to the office and that way you could explain what you've found out during their absence.

After some talking you and Price joined the other in the common room and every ounce of stress that was still in your body left as you saw the relaxed figures of your team. "Welcome back, lads.", you said firmly, but happy while taking your by now usual spot at the bigger couch next to Ghost. Closer than usual, close enough that if you moved an inch more to your right, you could simply sit in his lap. Not that you wanted that, no, that would totally be inappropriate. "Are yer alright? Look exhausted.", Johnny looks at you with his tired but still joyful eyes. "I am fine.", you reassure them before they fell in their usual talks and chats. Of course, you're a bit nervous of what Price have told you but that could wait till tomorrow. Now you only wanted to ease the stress of the last days. To enjoy the company, you missed so much.

Simon felt the same. Some time ago his balaclava and a fag would do the comforting after a long and draining mission. Then later it was listening to Soap and Gaz brag about everything that happened during the operation and now. Now your presence, your smile took such a huge part in comforting him. It scared him as much as he embraced it. He was caught off guard when he suddenly felt a weight against him. Johnny abruptly stopped his talking and only looked in awe over. Price did chuckle the slightest while not averting his gaze and Kyle just kept talking, like nothing happened.

You knew that feeling to well. The comfort of the people you held dear around you. The safety for you to finally accept your weakness and just drift away. A feeling you were way too familiar with. Something the four of your former team could easily provide you with. The echoing of their laughter and talks, the warmth of the man next to you. It gave you something the silence of your own room never could. It gave you peace. Peace, you thought you lost back then. But somehow you found it again. You found it in the dramatical way Johnny told a story. In the way Kyle would mock him all the time, while Price laughter echoed through the room. And the way Simon sat next to you, a familiar warmth provided by his sheer presence. It made you feel safe and sound.

As Simon looked to his left, he could see your figure, once again deep asleep, but this time leaning against him. Your head comfortable resting against his statue. Sunken too low to lay on his shoulder, still comforting nuzzled against him. He could feel the warmth radiating from your body. Your chest slowly heaven. He was glad that he chose a hoodie for today. He couldn't bear the feeling of your soft cheeks against his skin. It would drive him mad. He cut out all his surroundings, his complete focus only laying onto your sleeping figure. He was also more than glad to wear his mask. The smug face of Johnny during the flight was already enough for him. Simon didn't want to give Soap the satisfaction of seeing the blush that creeped over his face. He wasn't used to this, so he didn't dare to move even a millimeter. Too scared he could wake you up, too scared you could move away from him. He liked the feeling of the warmth you provided. A feeling that went under his skin. He hated himself for interrupting all of that while carrying you to your quarters once more. He hated the feeling inside his stomach as he saw your adorable features, and the little gasps that left your lips when he tugged you under the covers of your bed. But he mostly hated his inner urge to just lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him. He couldn't let himself show such a weakness. Because that's what you made him feel, weak.

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This Week in BL - Bunch of Stuff Coming in August

July 2023 Wk 5

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 2-3 of 8 - Oh good, we now know that Thailand has the same statutory rape laws as the US. Dub con is as dub con does. MEANWHILE Oh my God I love evil lawyer cutie so much. Him and his beautiful weaponized smile, maybe my new favorite character. I like the way this director is playing with noir mystery tropes, settings, and archetypes too - it’s feeling very 60s pulp, I’m getting gay Travis McGee vibes. Grandma knowing that her grandson likes boys is so sweet. I have to be completely frank here, this is what I wanted from both Manner of Death and KP. I truly love this show

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 3 of 10 - It’s a very Cyrano de Bergerac kind of narrative... If Cyrano fell in love with Christian instead of Roxanne. Mock date was fun.

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - Into the lion’s den. Investigation begins. Why isn’t the ghost acting lookout? Who are these random side characters? I’m confused. Half way through kiss is right on schedule tho.

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 2 of 7 - The kiss was nice, but it’d be nicer if Nuea had punched Lom. Manipulative arse. A trash watch is happening!

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 4 of 12 - Meh.

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 eps - The hazing has begun + secret relationship and it’s kinda like a v soft SOTUS. Dino is getting a bit too controlling and obsessive for me so it slid down the ranks. I much prefer La Cusine’s version of this dynamic. The friends protecting Dino’s interests were funny tho - boy is so obsessed he outsources his stalking.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - Max is BEST BOY. I hate Kawi. Tra la la. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 2 of 8 - Our ex idol is a total FLIRT. Nice to see an uke with agency. I mean baby girl is a newbie worker bee… but still flirty, good for you, sweetie. I see your little lip bite and so does your soon to be husband. Speaking of, I love Choi Jun’s style of seme aggression: a little sleezy + a bit too handsy + ultra clever with his words. Plus tie tug!!! Also threatening to take off your TAILORED suit so baby wears your shirt and smells like you? HOT. Boy you sped right past American style and into Italian - that’s real Corinthian leather, that is.

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 5 of 10 eps - Mid series kiss right on schedule. Thank you for never upsetting me, Taiwan. Omg. Such boyfriends. Only Taiwan gets this sappy. I have to say, I watch this show after Tokyo on purpose. (I need the pallet cleanser.) Still, I’m scared that the perception will be that Bu Xia is using Jiang Chi, not in love with him, when the truth about ghosts comes out. Why doesn’t BX’s useless sister do something for her disaster brother? I guess JC likes a needy boy? Oh no, the kiss confusion. Lip touch but rejection (?). Nooooo. I suppose they have to draw this out for 10 eps. Gah, they’re so cute. But BX is a bit dim, isn’t he? Poor thing.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 4 of 12 eps - Shin is such a worrywart, over protective, over the top boyfriend. I guess we saw a little bit of give from Minato? More than usual, baby steps. This is Japan after all.

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan’s favorite trope = the running of the gays. Kazama knows everything now. Ep ends on one of my few triggers. SKIP! Japan you better NOT go there.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11-12fin - terrible ending, he turned back into a cat and the whole thing was pointless. I am very annoyed. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED

It’s airing but ...

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.

In case you missed it

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) finished its run at 7 eps. It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I did not bother. I say little to no chatter about this (that’s normal with the Pinoy stuff tho). Did anyone watch and enjoy?

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming August 2023

8/1 Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) 5 eps - Yes we have had BL from Hong Kong before, but that was... before... who knows what it’ll be like now. Hayden, moves into a new apartment and starts a complicated relationship with his neighbor’s grandson, Damien, after an unexpected kiss. Meanwhile: Archie rekindles a romance with his high school sweetheart, Kelvin, who is now married.

8/11 Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - Hyun, Minwoo and Joo-Hyuk are looking forward to their freshman year at college. But trials and tribulations of love that await them outside the classroom: from learning about maturity to being unable to forget the scars of past lovers. (All new cast from season 1.)

8/12 My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat ????) 8 eps - hum.

8/19 Love in Translation (Thai Sat One31) ? eps - Two strangers start working in a cafe together.

8/20 My Universe series begins (Thai Sun iQIYI) 24 episodes - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 episodes, not entirely sure on the order they’ll drop in. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, mostly fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct several.

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues ????) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer, I’m thinking Viki or Gaga will get this one.

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie domestic cinemas) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo. Tong is in this one too?

8/? Sing My Crush previously Follow The Wind (Korea ????) 8 eps - supposed to have released in the first half of 2022 this is a adaption of Myung’s webtoon, from the director of My Sweet Dear, and the Love Tractor production house, looks like Korea does About Youth.

8/? Why R U? (Korean remake) is supposed to be out this month, filming started in sept 22. I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for six short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags.

We can probably expect a new BL from GMMTV too, to slot into BMF’s spot mid month.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I do love a hyung romance, and this aggressive ghost-ish thing is working for me. (Low Frequency)

Hidden Agenda + My Ride.

So coy

I agree with @heretherebedork that these two make a great side couple but I am utterly in love with...

HER. (All Laws of Attraction.)

(Last week)

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Nectar

Summary: by the Old Gods and the New, there exists no greater solace than the taste of one's lover following a wearisome day.

A/N: happy happy love day lovergals, boys, gays, and theys :D this is the first smutty smut i’m sharing with you as a treat for v-day and i’m so excited for y’all to read it :3 the idea for this smut dawned on me at work and lingered in my mind like a nagging ghost for a whole damned week ‘til i finally wrote it down lol !!! big thank u to my bestie @palioom for beta-ing <3

Pairing: Oberyn Martell × OFC from WoV

Rating: E (18+ only)

Content: established relationship (marriage); needy!Oberyn; food imitating blood; Wet and Wanting™️; teasing; vaginal fingering; finger sucking; i’m obsessed with his hands and so is she; size kink if you squint; pet names; this man loves to bite, smh; cum eating; a hint of soft!Oberyn

WC: 2.3K

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As night descended upon Dorne, the warmth of the day waned, yielding to the crisp coolness of the evening. Over the past few moons, Oberyn had established a new ritual, one that brought him solace.

Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he retreated to the balcony of their bedchamber, embracing it as a sanctuary. There, he would lounge upon a sumptuous, crimson velvet seat, his eyes fixed upon the vast expanse of the sea unfolding before him—a serene realm of water that seemed to murmur long-held secrets of bygone eras.

This balcony, the largest in the castle, served as a haven of intimacy for Oberyn and Nala. At its center, the aforementioned seat beckoned like a welcoming embrace, bearing witness to the couple's cherished moments. Every night, the chair cradled their forms, offering respite from the day's pressures, while an adjacent table held their favored fruits and wine, a testament to their shared evenings of leisure.

As the hours passed and the weight of council meetings bore down on Oberyn, he would return to their bedchamber, seeking the comfort of her company. There, he would find her already ensconced in the plush chair, her demeanor one of patient anticipation. She was a vision of allure, her raven tresses undulating and cascading down her back as she wore a black chiffon robe. Its fabric was transparent enough to reveal the contours of her body, teasing at the hardened peaks of her breasts and the curve of her ass beneath. Loosely tied at her waist, the robe boasted an open front, offering a drawing view of her cleavage, while its long, wide sleeves added an air of elegance to her form.

As Oberyn drew nearer to the balcony, the lilting melody of her humming reached his ears, and a warm smile crept across his face. There she sat, perched at the edge of the chair, engrossed in the simple task of peeling a pomegranate. The fruit's juices dripped from her hands onto a nearby plate, mirroring the vivid hue of blood beneath the moon's light.

She turned to face him as his presence enveloped the balcony, her eyes alight with warmth and affection. "Greetings," she whispered, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she continued to peel the fruit. His smile mirrored hers, crinkling the corners of his eyes in a display of genuine fondness.

"Greetings, my love," he responded in kind, as he lingered against the balcony wall.

“How did your meetings fare?" she inquired, her attention momentarily on the fruit she was deftly peeling.

"Dull," he admitted with a light chuckle. "I've missed you."

She glanced up at him with a teasing pout, her dark eyes softened. "Oh, my dear husband, ever so eager," she pitied playfully, inclining her head to beckon him closer. "Join me."

With a graceful and somewhat devilish smirk, he accepted her invitation, moving silently to sit behind her. He draped his legs on either side of her, encircling her waist with his arms as he rested his chin on her shoulder, their eyes focused on the fruit she continued to peel.

His lips graced her neck with slow, tender kisses. "I've missed your smell, my sweet girl," he murmured between each caress.

Nala chuckled softly at his words, a warm sensation of desire stirring within her. "I love it when you get this eager for me."

"I'm always this eager for you," he confessed, his breath sending shivers down her spine. His lips found her earlobe, and he sucked gently, coaxing a soft moan from her parted lips.

Her hands still held the pomegranate, its juices slowly staining her fingers. He took her right hand in his, his grip encompassing hers as he lifted it to his face. "I’ve never craved blood as much as I crave it now on your fingers," he confessed. He took her thumb into his mouth, sucking the sweet pomegranate juice clean from her digit. He repeated the sensuous act for each of her fingers on her right hand before moving on to her left. Nala's thighs squeezed together involuntarily as she felt the teasing warmth of his tongue on her fingers, a primal ache building between her thighs. He noticed that, and a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

Relishing in the intoxicating closeness they shared, he shifted to rest his back against the plush chair. Spreading his legs, he created a welcoming space for her. She moved with grace and settled between his legs, her back pressed to his firm chest. She let out a contented hum, reveling in the sensation of his warm embrace.

His wandering hand traced a path down the light fabric of her robe, slipping beneath the material to cup the tender swell of her breast. He squeezed it gently at first, eliciting a soft gasp from her, before his calloused fingers danced over her hardened nipple.

"Oberyn..." Her voice quivered with pleasure as she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious sensation of his touch, a craving that had consumed her throughout the day.

His voice, laced with desire, broke through the silence of the night. "Why are you wearing this robe?" he asked, hoarsely. He squeezed her breast a bit harder, urging her to answer.

"For you, my love," she breathed, her voice now shaky. "I’m aware it's your favored one."

A deep groan escaped him as he lowered himself down, his strong fingers turning her face to meet his. Their lips crashed together in a passionate, fervent kiss. Oberyn's tongue delved into her mouth, savoring the mingling flavors of wine and pomegranate.

"You wore it for me, my love?" he murmured against her lips, the intensity of his kiss unwavering. "Do you long for me to stretch this sweet little cunt of yours?"

Her moans were muffled as he continued to kiss her with unbridled ardor.

He reluctantly parted from her, allowing her to catch her breath. "Please, my prince," she whined, her lips now blushed and swollen from his relentless ministrations.

"Who's eager now?" he teased, a devilish smile playing on his lips. His hand began to creep down the fabric of her robe, and her thighs instinctively parted, welcoming his touch.

Beneath the fabric, her skin felt warm and inviting, quivering as his rough, calloused fingers delicately traced her inner thighs. He sought to drown in her essence, to immerse himself in her body and her very being.

"My love..." she whispered, her fingers extending to circle his wrist and guide his hand to the heated core between her thighs. He cupped her mound with his right hand, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through her.

Leaning slightly toward her, he brought his lips closer to her neck, which she had willingly tilted back to rest upon his shoulder, offering him greater access. He rewarded her obedience with gentle bites to her neck, a quiet hum escaping his lips. He followed with open-mouthed kisses, tracing a path over the reddened bite marks with slow, deliberate sensuality.

She writhed between his legs, his towering presence engulfing her in his embrace. His shoulders, broad and formidable like a fortress, held her securely from behind, anchoring her in place. His hands, enormous and veined. His veins seemed to grow even more pronounced when he was impassioned or fervent—an occurrence not so infrequent. Yet, even amidst the intensity, his fingers, though calloused from years of training and combat, possessed a gentle touch as if she were a precious gem, and indeed, she was his most cherished gem.

His voice, normally hoarse and commanding as befitting a prince, now softened into a gentle coo reserved only for her. His sharp, dagger-like gaze, which could pierce through steel, melted into a tender look whenever he directed it at her. This shift in his demeanor and temperament had the power to dissolve her resistance, causing her to surrender the control she had always been hesitant to yield to anyone, not even to herself, until she met him.

He smelled like home, like the earth, or burnt wood or warm amber; that enveloped her like a comforting embrace. His scent permeated everything around her—their shared bed, their wardrobe, and the very air their child breathed. His scent was a reassuring familiarity, and the familiar was always a welcome comfort. She adored the moments when she started to smell like him whenever he was through with her, smelling like his skin, his sweat, and his cum; a fragrant reminder of his presence that stubbornly marked her mind, her heart, her skin, and her cunt.

His touch grew firmer on her mound, coaxing a moan from her as he felt her thighs quiver between his legs. Wetness pooled on his palm, a testament to her desire surging with each passing moment. His voice, low and sultry, brushed against her ear like a warm breeze, sending shivers down her spine. "She's weeping, my love," he whispered, his breath hot against her shell, "Open your eyes, Nala, look at her." With a subtle lift of his hand, he showcased his glistening palm, soaked in her slick, illuminated by the pale moonlight. She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open for a fleeting second before lazily turning her gaze towards his ear nestled behind her. "That's what your love does to her," she whispered, "She's aching, my prince." Her words dissolved into a whine that elicited a guttural groan from him. His grip on her jaw tightened, his fingers wrapping around the back of her neck, as he claimed her lips once more, kissing her with a consuming hunger that devoured her moans and left her panting when he finally released her.

His hand continued its sensual caress back on her cunt, tracing the contours of her wet folds with serpentine grace, massaging every ridge of her sex. His fingers moved with purpose, gliding up and down, feeling her clench around nothing each time he hovered dangerously close to her entrance. Veering away from her sensitive clit, a deliberate tease that left her trembling and yearning for more. Tears welled in her eyes as the unbearable ache intensified, her face nuzzling into the comforting crook of his neck as she stifled pathetic whines, murmuring pleas that spilled like a desperate prayer.

"Oh, I know, my sweet girl," he cooed, his lips brushing tenderly against her temple. His fingers continued to work their magic, gently parting her soaked folds, feeling the pool of wetness growing obscenely larger. His voice, muffled by the curtain of her hair, reached her ears as he asked, "What do you want, Nala? Speak to me."

"The teasing, my prince… It pains me," she whimpered.

He pressed a single finger against her hungry hole, a featherlight motion that allowed him to feel the eager embrace of her cunt, drawing him in deeper and deeper. Adding a second finger, he relished in the sound of her gasps and felt the grip of her fingers on his trousers, her nails digging into his thighs with a delightful sting. Her hands marked him as hers, forever claimed by her touch.

"Obery—" her voice began, but it was swiftly overtaken by a strained moan as his thumb finally found her throbbing clit.

Finally, finally, by the Seven, Oberyn.

Her eyes squeezed shut again, and her lips parted as she threw her head back onto his shoulder, her body instinctively spreading her thighs wider, a silent plea for more, an insatiable need that begged to be sated.

His thumb began to draw slow, lazy circles on her clit, all the while continuing his gentle pumping of his digits into her, starting to hear the sultry squelch of her slick.

"I will never tire of hearing your sweet moans when I stretch you," he breathed into her ear. "Do you find pleasure when I stretch you, hm? When I fill you up with my hands, my cock, and my seed?" he purred the question, his skilled ministrations unabating.

Her response was a chorus of "Yes, yes, yes," echoing in her mind and heart, the words unspoken but fervently felt.

He brought his other hand up toward her face, and she eagerly took his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it with a moan. Her lips created a seductive rhythm that mirrored the movements of his fingers between her thighs. Her body tightened around his intruding digits, a sign that her orgasm was approaching. He quickened his pace, adding a third finger and intensifying the circle he traced around her clit, driving her closer to ecstasy with every movement.

"Give it to me, princess," he growled through clenched teeth, the urgency in his voice matching the pace of his fingers. "Give your prince your sweet cum. I want it, I want to taste it, to drink it… Make me drunk on you."

Her grip on his thighs tightened to the brink of pain, and she began to tremble uncontrollably between his legs. Her release washed over her in waves as she came, crying out his name over and over again.

Withdrawing his hand from her throbbing cunt, he bent her forward, away from his chest, until she rested on her stomach, her hips raised and her lush ass presented invitingly to him. From behind, he eagerly lapped up every drop of her cum, his tongue caressing her soaked folds and trailing sensually to her tight, puckered ring of muscles. He drank greedily, savoring the taste of her release as she mumbled incoherently beneath him.

He pulled her back into his chest and turned her within his lap, pressing her chest against his, his rough hand tenderly cradling the back of her head as he peppered her cheeks and temples with sweet kisses. She melted limply in his arms, and he whispered, "I will always be eager for you," as she hummed contentedly against him.

#asoiaf #oberyn martell fanfiction #a song of ice and fire #pedrostories #oberyn martell #game of thrones #oberyn nymeros martell #oberyn martell x ofc #oberyn martell smut #house martell #dorne #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #valentines day #aura’s fics

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foxyafroninja · 1 year

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Random MW141 thoughts 💭 🤔=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=

💄 💅🏼The 141 boys get a makeover from their daughters 💅🏼💄

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Price🧔🏻‍♂️-

This kid…. Daddy’s princess let me tell you. All she had to do was give him those puppy dog eyes and he was done for

You walked into the house hearing your daughter giggling like crazy. You come around the corner and nearly fall over laughing.

There sits your husband, bad ass tier 1 operator, scout sniper, leader of the deadliest group of people alive, eyes closed..with purple and pink eyeshadow coloring his beard, glitter on his eyelids and eyebrows, bright red lipstick smudged over his lips.

You start to pull your phone out to take a picture and without missing a beat Price points a finger directly at you, eyes still closed. “ Love… you are my world. But so help me if you take that picture.” …….. worth it *click*

Soap 🧼-

You needed a break from the twins so you put their father in charge so you could nap. When you woke up though…it was just a little too quiet. Never a good sign

You head to the girls room and freeze in the door. There is your husband being swarmed by your daughters. One putting sparkly hair clips in his mohawk, strawberry shortcake stickers on his face, red lipstick on his nose and blue lip gloss on his lips.

The other practually painting his hand in nail polish. Constantly complaining that her father “wasn’t sitting still “ and “messing me up”

Your belly laugh gave you away and upon seeing you Soap instantly turned the two on you. “ Well girls I’m so pretty I think your mum is jealous…. Why don’ you do her next”…. You were not able to outrun your husband.

Ghost 👻 -

The poor man never even had a chance. Simon had come back from a mission sick as a dog and took some medicine to help him get some sleep…. It was too easy a target.

You had left him on the couch sleeping for only 10 minutes. That was all your daughter needed to grab her markers and “make daddy pretty”

You came back to find her finishing her masterpiece drawing cat whiskers on Simon’s light blue, green and pink face. He looked like Pablo Picasso‘s worst nightmare.

You wanted to be mad….but god damn was it funny. Oh you are SO sending this to the boys, they owe you big time for this…. When did Simon stop snoring….😨.

Alejandro 💃🏻-

Another man that was completely wrapped around that little girls finger. He would rather walk through hell fire then say “No” to this girl.

So here we are, Alejandro on the ground his daughter placing an obscene number of bows and clips in his thick hair. Holding a hand mirror saying how good he looks now.

Then came the lime green lipstick cheek highlights, the bumblebee yellow eyeshadow and finish with all over red poke-a-dots and glittery beard.

You stood in the kitchen the whole time laughing at the two of them together. After she was done he thanked her with a kiss, sent her to go clean up for dinner and then turned to you and flip his 20 or so bows at you “ You better watch it princesa. You have competition in this house now”

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Nothing and I’m mean NOTHING is more attractive than a father spending quality time with their daughter. I had fun coming up with this. I would have done more but I thought they were getting a bit repetitive.

#call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #cod mw #call of duty #mw2 2022 #simon ghost riley #alejandro vargas #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #mw 141 #captain price #blurb #makeovers #I would pay good money to see any of these actually happen #soap is an amazing dad change my mind #price x reader #ghost x reader #Alejandro x reader #soap x reader

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tame

pairings: kaeya x gn!reader

genre: smut (MINORS DNI.)

warnings: nsfw, top!reader, sub!kaeya, mild swearing, dry humping, slight!dacryphilia, pet names (sweetheart, dove)

wc: 3k

summary: there’s hell to pay for kaeya’s misdemeanour. you love him to pieces, you do, but sometimes your lover gets a little too full of himself.

"quiet, alberich," you tut disapprovingly. "you don't get to make demands tonight."

kaeya's voice, caught somewhere between a chuckle and a choked moan, comes from underneath you as he pushes himself up with his elbows. you'd mistake his tone as flippant but you know better thanks to the shivers wracking across his body.

you could feel them; each and every minute jolt of his sculpted form. it's— it’s delicious, if you dare be so honest with yourself.

a guilty pleasure from where you're perched sitting pretty on his lap.

"aren't you being a little mean, sweetheart?"

there’s something about the way kaeya’s chest heaves that satisfies something deep within you- some obscured need. something primal. more visceral.

the knowledge that you have such a powerful, sought-after man in your bed, at your very fingertips, draws a smile from you. a proud one.

“a little,” you agree, but the smile drops as quickly as it came. “though it’s nothing compared to how you’ve been acting this evening.”

kaeya flashes you that signature grin, all teeth, feigning innocence as if he hadn’t been your personal hell less than half an hour ago. cheeky bastard.

“i have no idea what you’re—”

a single, steady hand on his chest pushes him back down onto the bed before he could finish making any excuses. he goes easily, falling with little to no resistance.

the man snickers as you raise a single brow at him, at his sly attitude. you let him laugh.

you have a feeling he won’t be soon.

silently you lean over him until puffs of his warm breath fan your face, and with two fingers you angle his chin so that he’s staring directly at you with those periwinkle eyes.

you had discarded his eyepatch long ago. it lays strewn across your floorboards, not that either of you particularly care; you were now able to search him in his entirety, and he could now admire you with a vision unobscured.

something you can only describe as twisted pleasure hits you, then, as you feel him squirm beneath you. your thumb rises up to glide indulgently over his lips and you can’t help but sigh at the feel of his skin.

kaeya’s lips are warm, plush, and soft— words you’d never associate with the vision granted to him by the gods. they follow the movement of your thumb as you pull and smooth over the delicate skin. he gives you a chaste kiss with them, all the while never breaking eye contact.

the action elicits a pleased hum from you, and you don’t miss the way his leg jumps at the sound.

he’s being so pliant, he is. so malleable under your touch.

so behaved - if that was even a term applicable to the cavalry captain - unlike how he was at the tavern.

archons. it kind of makes you want to kiss him, really.

but that’s something only good boys deserve, and kaeya alberich is anything but.

what a shame.

“tell me.” your voice is low, a gentle purr, seductive against the shell of his ear. you trace the area, touch ghosting. “just what were you trying to get at, earlier?”

kaeya can’t help but shudder, making a noise akin to a soft groan. sensitive, his ears were. so easy to make flush. his head is swimming, thanks to your alluring scent and voice. your touch. they all fill his thoughts with nothing but you, you, you.

not like you ever left. you were stuck there, an untouchable beacon of everything good in his life, ever since he met you all those years ago.

shit.

is that the cologne he bought you a few weeks ago? he’s certain it is- that potent mix of sunsettias and calla lilies. he remembers the scent well. the realisation sends another shiver down his spine, coaxes another suppressed grunt past his lips.

truthfully, he imagined this night going completely different; different in the way that he was supposed to be the one on top, and not the other way around. that was simply just the natural position for the pair of you.

it wasn’t like he was complaining, though. far from it. it was rare for you to top him like this, and he welcomed every moment with open arms. this side of you was a rarity- a delicacy. a treat, all for him.

but he’s still kaeya alberich, no matter how pliant he is beneath you. no matter how easily he bends to your will.

he does his best to match your forwardness if only to push your buttons.

always pushing, this one. always.

there’s a pause midway through his answer as if mulling his words over.

“i was only playing with you, dove. it was hardly anything,” he says matter of factly, like it was the truest thing in the world. that grin was still plastered onto his handsome face despite the heat seared onto his cheeks.

you wonder how long it’ll stay there. not long, judging by the telltale signs of his arousal.

“groping me under the table isn’t hardly anything,” you hiss. “we almost got caught, kae. i know you're practically half blind, but didn’t you see the way charles was looking at us? archons above, even diluc was staring!” the memory has your face burning despite yourself.

kaeya hums, drawing out the sound. there’s a glint in his eyes that you, unfortunatley, depending on how you look at it, know very well.

you’re a patient person.

he’s testing you. wants to know how far he’ll get before you crack.

you swear you are.

“so they were, yes. and what of it?”

but even the most patient of saints have their limits.

“‘what of it’...?”

before kaeya could so much as blink, you pin the both of his wrists onto the bed as you settle back onto his groin. roughly. you begin a slow grind- so slow it’s near agonising for the man you call darling.

a simple back and forth motion.

you delight in the melody of his startled choke, drinking it in and savouring the taste like a parched animal. such a pretty voice for such a pretty man. a light sigh of relief escapes you as you feel that familiar bulge pressing up against your heat.

how well endowed, this man. truly, he had it all. everything.

had you all. everything, everything.

you watch with ravenous eyes as kaeya struggles to maintain his cool facade. there are fissures, cracks, now, within his glacial walls that you see all too clearly. every last trace of faux confidence is gone, now that the only thing on his mind is the pleasure of you grinding down onto him. he curses, breath ragged and mind foggy.

shamelessly he starts to roll his hips up onto you, matching your set pace. kaeya’s moans grow just the slightest bit louder, more salacious, as you press the rest of your weight onto his straining cock.

but you want more.

always are wanting more- more of him, to be exact. his pain, his pleasure. you want it all.

want it so bad that you’re willing to destroy yourself for it. for him.

you aren’t normally this needy. or at least, you think you aren’t. but the way he’d been palming you underneath the wooden table at the tavern earlier had left you hot and bothered despite the chill of his cryo-infused hand.

and yet despite your growing need, there’s a sliver of guilt within your subconscience for wanting to covet such a gorgeous man. there are times where you wonder if you’re truly worthing of having kaeya all to yourself, despite his constant reassurances and promises. the questions lingered at the back of your mind, taunting you when you least expect it to.

and this moment was proof of that. even in the midst of your shared passion do these insecurities sing in your ears like sirens. seductive mistresses in your bed.

you don’t realise your pace has almost all but stopped, nor do you realise the sudden flash of concern within kaeya’s frosty eyes.

“dove?” he watches with a frown as his soft call falls on deaf ears. the heavy expression on your face told him all he needed to know, and he, too, stops his motions in concern for you.

what place did you, a lowly baker, have at the side of someone such as he? an upstanding member of ordo favonius? the insecurities are enough to consume you whole sometimes, enough to keep you awake even as he finds refuge in your arms at night.

but you’re nothing if not a tad selfish.

and with the way that kaeya was sprawled so vulnerably across your sheets, letting you see the most hidden and intimate side of him, peering at you with a gaze so gentle is enough to quell your worries and hold them at bay.

this is the kaeya that only you, and you alone, were privy to. the fact that he trusts you this much is a testament to your relationship, how far you've both come; it placates you, and so does his hand stroking your cheek. you turn to give a lasting kiss on the palm that cradles you.

thank you.

the words go unspoken, but you trust he understands you nonetheless. he always does.

he’s so picturesque like this; half naked, cobalt hair cascading down his form in waves, and looking up at you with those eyes... kaeya is perfect. so perfect, in fact, that it’s almost painful.

yes, you murmur silently. you are selfish.

you pick up your pace, and he gasps.

the sudden change in your movements, once slow and teasing but are now faster and more deliberate, has kaeya reeling. his head falls back onto your pillow and the action exposes the length of his throat.

the sight makes you think of biting him.

“hmm...” a single finger ghosts lightly at his jugular. kaeya whimpers.

whimpers.

you change your mind. you’re going to bite him.

ducking down, you lave gently over the spot that you know has him seeing stars- an apology for the possible pain to come. then, experimentally, and for your own curious pleasure, you push down on the area with your tongue before finally nipping his skin, sucking the bite tenderly.

the action has him gasping your name into steamy air of your bedroom and thrusting shallowly back onto you.

oh, what a glorious noise.

you wonder, absentmindedly, if he knows what he’s doing.

he’s unravelling you without even trying, and you could only hope that you make him feel even just a fraction of what he does to you.

you click your tongue after giving the bite an apologetic kiss. the mark blooms a pretty red once you leave. you hope it'll turn purple. blue, even, if only to match his azure hair.

but perhaps you’re being too mean.

the sound of rustling fabric catches your lover’s attention almost instantly, kaeya’s gaze snapping up to your fingers that move to unbutton your shirt. it’s hard, trying not to act phased when he’s stringing curses like a piece of jewellery.

he’s shameless roving his eyes over your exposed upper body. a devious idea comes to mind and you stretch, bringing your arms up sensually above your head, if only to tease the man further.

and what a sight you were.

you're only a little too pleased with yourself when you catch his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps.

you can feel it, his cock. feel it throbbing away within the confines of his tight pants. you wonder if it hurts to have it strain so much; there’s a twinge of pity welling up inside you, but you pay it no mind.

after all, he dug his grave as soon as he made you flush at the tavern; buried himself as soon as he pushed all your buttons, testing you with his bratty behaviour.

he’d pay with his pent-up frustration.

leaning back on your hands, you slow down once again and begin making small circles with your hips pressed impossibly closer to his ache. a heat licks up your groin as you watch him melt like ice before you. his chest rises and falls with each shaky intake of air, eyes squeezed shut before opening, half-lidded, to watch you with fervour.

you smile coyly at him, curiosity getting the better of you.

“do i look good to you, mr. alberich?”

“please,” it’s sinful, how utterly debauched he sounds. how it sends pleasure pooling straight to your gut. “please, need to— need to touch you.”

need. not want, need.

he’s adorable when he wants to be, truly. you almost give into his wishes.

almost. but you're no pushover.

“touch me and it’ll be the last time you do for the next month.”

you indulge in the way kaeya whines in assent- the sound, almost imperceptible, makes you coo down at him. his hands fall helplessly to his side, left with no other choice but to grasp at the silken sheets. a sweat begins to build upon his temple thanks to his efforts, and you stoop down to kiss at the area.

he’s so good. so good, and he doesn't even know it.

for a captain, he sure knew how to take orders from others rather well.

perhaps it’s time for a reward, then.

making a show out of it, you run your tongue over two thumbs, ensuring that he could clearly see the pink of the soft organ, before gently pressing them down onto kaeya’s pert nipples.

you flick them in a steady rhythm; up with one, down with the other, groping at his pecs at random intervals.

you’re truly blessed to be able to have your hands on someone so gorgeous. your hands lay claim to each and every single dip and curve of his body.

it’s difficult not to feel anything but aroused when he’s practically bucking up into you now, clawing desperately at the bedding.

he looks like he’s about to cry. you think you want him to cry. he’s awfully pretty when he cries.

“you’re— you’re killing me, sweetheart!” your breath hitches audibly at the sheer desperation in his tone.

you’re fucked, you think, for wanting a man so badly. for him to reduce you to a such greedy mess with nothing but his voice? you’re completely, utterly fucked in every sense of the word.

you offer him a dry chuckle. “well, this is all you’re getting.” a pause, crossing your arms and tapping your chin as if in thought, “so be a darling and enjoy yourself.”

kaeya’s surprised he hasn’t torn through your bedding already with the restraint it’s taking him not to just flip you over and have his way with you.

there’s nothing he wants more than to touch and spoil you with his affections, litter you with love bites and make you go silly. but seeing as he's in no position to do so, he instead focuses on chasing his high, closing his eyes in pure ecstasy.

“n-ngh…”

“that’s it,” you coo. “such a good boy for me, isn’t that right?”

kaeya’s world spins as he nods his head. he can’t seem to stop the tremors coursing through his body at your soft praise, can no longer hold back the tears from spilling past his lashes. they run down his face in pretty rivulets, leaving glistening streaks in their wake.

but alas, you’re no cruel lover. having kaeya beneath you, the very picture of vulnerability and submission, is enough to satiate your desires.

he has been good, after all. much better than before.

“alright,” you cede. kaeya’s floating through the haze in his mind, and he barely manages to catch the rest of what you had to say.

touch me, kaeya.

with your permission finally granted, kaeya all but shoots up to lean his upper body against the headboard. sturdy arms fly to wrap around your waist as he all but smothers you to him, and it’s all you can do to sling your own around his neck and hold on.

a pent-up kaeya was not one to be taken lightly.

he’s all grunts and wanton moans now. not that he wasn’t already, but now that he’s able to have his hands on you he can’t seem to keep himself sane. his grip is almost bruising as you're smushed against his neck, hands wandering to your hips, to your lower back, then back around your waist as if he didn't know what to do with himself.

kaeya practically rabbits into you as he presses you onto him. restraints be damned, he’s so close.

so, so, impossibly close.

the friction of his clothes rubbing against his constrained, throbbing dick and the feel of your warmth surrounding him has the captain breaking at the seams. he’s close.

you’re in no better position yourself; gone is your authoritative tone, and all that slips past you now are muffled whimpers and pitiful gasps. you bite your lip in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible. quite the shame for kaeya, he loves to hear your pleasure.

but your lover doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment, when it comes to volume. never has, really.

“‘m— ‘m gonna—!”

kaeya finds himself at the precipice of bliss, and he falls hard, sated, with the knowledge that it was you who brought him there.

the sound of him reaching his orgasm is something you’d never tire of. if his regular voice already had you weak at the knees, you had no idea how to describe what his orgasm did to you.

it’s… it’s angelic, as sinful as the sound may be. it has you tossing your head back, eyes closed and mouth agape.

has you climaxing soon after, and hard. his voice, so sickeningly saccharine, sends you into a state of euphoria as you sing with him, shaking helplessly in his arms. your voices harmonise in a wonderful duet.

kaeya is loud. so, very loud.

but so are you, in the end. you gasp and whine and writhe at the feeling of his seed soaking through your pants.

archons. you fucked like animals, and now you’re making noises like them, too.

barbatos strike you down.

kaeya pets absentmindedly at you as he rides out both your orgasms, murmuring variations of ‘i love you’s as he kisses the expanse of your neck. you lay slumped against him, the both of you indulging in the rapture of your highs.

in post-orgasmic glow you realise that his pleasure is truly just as much yours as it is his. for you to have come just by watching and hearing him climax…

fuck.

he’d be the death of you, surely.

but that’s fine. something tells you the sentiment goes both ways.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

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foap-enjoyer · 7 months

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Upcoming Wolfshifter!Soap X Ghost fic

(in the very, very early stages, so this won't be dropping for a while yet, I do apologise)

Heavily inspired by both Silver Lining, by Lemonwrap on AO3, and bluegiragi’s comic series, which can be found on tiktok and on tumblr, as far as I know.

Summary: Simon Riley hates shifters. His dad was a shifter, his old superordinate Major Vernon was a shifter, hell, even Manuel Roba was a shifter. They were slimy beasts, not made to trust. Animalistic creatures made of pure evil. At least. He thought they all were.

Ghost crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Price studied him with soft, gentle eyes, "He's not a bad man, Simon."

"I'm not working with a shifter." He repeated like a broken record, shaking his head once more. "You know how I feel about them."

"No." Price's eyes turned firm, "Soap is nothing like Roba, Simon." His chin raised in an almost defensive gesture, "He's like a son to me."

"He's a shifter." Ghost huffed, "He's not your son. He's a-"

"He’s a what?" Price interrupted. "A monster? A mutt? I don't care whatever you think he is, I can guarantee he is nothing like whatever you dream up in that dumb head of yours." A finger poked into his chest harshly. "You work with him or you're off my team and back to basics since you clearly can't follow orders."

Ghost's eyes narrowed, but he held his tongue. "Yes sir."

"That's what I want to hear" He patted him on the shoulder, "Now come and meet him."

They took a wander down to the nearest common room, their allocated one, as a ‘squadron’. Despite them only being a meagre four the room itself was large, enough space to hold at least twenty others atop of themselves. A little kitchen, a TV, and a dining room set, where the two other members of this team were situated.

The two men were sitting on opposite sides of the worn, brown table, playing what looked like, from this distance, a very aggressively-playful game of Uno, or some other card game. Both were Sergeants, if he remembered correctly. Gaz, a lively, kind soul, whom he had already met previously, was a Staff Sergeant, a rank just below him, and Mactavish…

He squinted his eyes to get a closer look at this… shifter.

A dusty brown, neatly-kept mohawk sat atop his head, light stubble following from his hairline to sweep itself gently across his face. Bright, midnight-blue eyes, soft, pink, grinning lips, a strong, playfully scrunched-up nose-

Oh my God. He shook his head slightly, as if that would be enough to rid himself of his thoughts, clenching his teeth together and grinding them painfully. What the hell is wrong with me?

He watched as the man chucked down a card onto the large pile between him and Garrick. Gaz responded with a groan, reaching over to another pile and beginning to draw several cards into his personal stash. “You’re a dick, Soap.”

A flash of white as Soap bared his teeth in a playful smirk. Long, sharp canines stood out in tow. “Would ya loo’ at tha’?” The man held up his one remaining card, gently placing it onto the pile. “Uno.”

“You’re such a cheat.”

Soap huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Am not.”

Gaz laughed, “Am too!”

“Boys.” Price coughed.

Gaz’s neck snapped awkwardly over to their superordinates, clearly having not noticed their earlier arrival. Ghost didn’t miss the way Soap didn’t flinch or spook, turning with gentle, practised ease. He had already heard them come in.

Their Captain gestured to Ghost. “This is Lieutenant Ghost. Gaz, you’ve already met him, of course.”

Gaz gave a cheerful wave, cards still in hand, his shock dissipating almost immediately into his usual, easy-going, persona, “Hey, Ghost.”

Ghost gave a curt nod. “Garrick.”

“And Ghost, this is Soap Mactavish, who I spoke about previously.”

Ghost took this moment to meet the man’s eyes. The blue shade of them had lightened considerably when contrasted against the light hung between them from the ceiling. Now more of a sky-blue than any midnight hues. They studied him viciously, an emotion to them that he couldn’t quite make out. But he knew, from experience, that it was some form of uncertainty. A curious worry. Many soldiers meeting him for the first time gave him similar looks. He wasn’t exactly a poster-child for the military, nor a runway model. His attire had garnered him some odd looks over the years.

Before he could truly figure the man out, the emotion was gone within a flash of their eyes meeting. The man broke out into an easy-going grin, eyes softening considerably. To the point it almost shocked him. It had to be an act, he knew shifters could smell unease, and he was sure as hell not comfortable right now. Soap waved a hand slightly, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Eyes trailed over his mask once more. A bite of the lip; Ghost couldn’t help but be drawn to the long teeth poking between cherry lips once more. “Dinnae think masks were in tha rule manual.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed defensively, a retort hot on his tongue; Neither are shifters.

He would have said it, if it were true. But it wasn’t. They may be an uncommon thing, in this cruel, cold world, but the military still opened their arms to everyone and everything, it seems. So instead, he sighed, rolling his eyes. “What kind of name is Soap, anyway?”

Soap smirked, leaning back on his chair and kicking his boots up onto the table, mindful of the Uno cards. He winked, raising his hands to rest behind his head, “I clean up.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

The shifter shrugged, angling his hands slightly to adjust that stupid mohawk of his with his fingers. “Tha’s fer me ta kno’, and you ta find ou’.”

“Sergeant Mactavish is our demolitions expert.” Ghost’s gaze whipped over to Price, who had long-since moved on to the nearby kitchen, in the midst of making himself, and Ghost, a cup of tea. The kettle flicked on with a soft click. “And a resident sniper. Though that’s part of the applicant, working in 141.”

“Got a goo’ sniffer on me, too.” Soap scrunched his nose, as if to draw attention to it, before relaxing and grinning, a long, animalistic tongue swiping across cracked lips. “I’ll sniff anythin’ out ya need in a jiffy, LT.”

He couldn’t help but huff. "We've got real dogs for that."

“Lieutenant.” A warning from Price. He rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to relax. Soap only grinned brighter, like he was getting off on making the man annoyed. Or maybe it was a warning. A snarl in disguise. Not that he’d be scared of some fucking muppet called Soap of all things.

“I’ll have ya kno’, sir, I put all tha dogs ta shame.”

He narrowed his eyes, scoffing under his breath. He knew Soap heard it, even if Price and Gaz did not. “Sure you do, Sergeant.”

“You should see him in action.” Gaz piped up, snickering, “Then you’ll take it back, Ghost.”

I'm very excited to be writing this (I KNOW I'M NEGLECTING MY WHUMPTOBER SERIES, I'm so sorry, this is my first ever AU-esque fic I've ever written and I got a little sucked in after reading a few similar ones. Besides, I give thee content with this regardless, suck it up.)

For anyone wondering about the rest of the team, as of right now, Soap is the only shifter (Not that someone's gonna magically be bitten and turned, he's just, as of the early stages of writing this, the only shifter, especially in 141, that won't change.)

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ghouljams · 10 months

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*shakes you* I need to know how Goose’s mother is doing in the later years when Ghost and Goose’s story takes place. I NEED TO KNOW.

Funny story, when I conceptualized this au for fic I didn't want to have an oc standing in as Goose's mom so I marked her as deceased.

However, now that I may potentially be writing more cowboy!Price, and given that I think Ghost is a big mommas boy, I will say that in Tumblr au Canon she has been away for work. She does doctors without borders/Red cross stuff and was serving her last tour since Price announced his retirement. I actually have a little Goose/Ghost drabble with her coming home, But I’ll post her/Price’s side of it here(smut under the read more because this got a little long):

This has to be your favorite part of your job. Not the saving people, not the changing lives, not even the joy and relief that you bring people. This. Coming home.

No matter how late your flight gets in, Price's always there to pick you up. When you spot him leaning against that beat up farm truck you drop your bags and run. His resulting smile as you jump into his arms is absolutely worth the fact that you’ll have to go back and pick up your luggage. You hold his face between your hands and kiss him like you’ve been wanting to for months, his arms tight around your waist holding you up off the ground as you tip his head back and take your first proper welcome home.

He tastes like smoke and cheap coffee and you melt against him. All the stress of travel falling away as his lips slide against yours. His teeth tug at your lip and you’re dying to get home. You pull back and smile at him.

“Captain.”

“Ma’am,” He smiles back, letting you just…look at him before he sets you down, “Go on, get your crap and let’s go.” You roll your eyes and go to retrieve your bags, earning an affectionate pat on your ass. It’s a long drive home, but it’s worth it for his hand on your thigh the whole way.

“Fuck,” Price swears, you bite into his shoulder harder, nails digging into his back as he inches his cock into you, “know you can take it, come on sweetheart.”

You love this part too, getting stretched by him again. God, there’s nothing like it. You feel like you’ve been on edge for months, your body just waiting to get back to him. And now that it has you feel like you’re on fire for him. Maybe it’s the summer heat. Maybe it’s the way he groans your name in your ear, slick cock filling you fuller with each shallow thrust. Each delicious drag of his girth helps your cunt remember the shape it was made for, makes you whimper at the stretch. His fingers are never enough to prepare you, but you love it.

He lights up your senses, drawing a shudder from you as he finally thrusts in to the base, the tip of his cock nestled deep against your cervix. He holds there, letting you adjust and kissing your temple. You pull your lips from the bruise you’re making on his shoulder to kiss him properly.

“Missed you,” He murmurs against your lips, letting you slide your tongue against his in a desperate attempt to get him to move. It’s your last sweet moment before he pulls out, the head of his cock holding your desperate clenching cunt open before he slams back into you.

“Fuck,” You gasp, dropping your head back against the pillow, arching your back into the harsh rhythm Price sets. He bites at your neck, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you to meet his thrusts. Everything hot and electric as the sound of his cock pounding your wet cunt fills the space between your whines. He’s never more than you can handle, but you think he tries to be. You think he times himself on these first few rounds when you get home. How quickly he can make you cum.

His calloused fingers move to rub your clit, tight circles in time with his thrusts. You clench and arch and sweat for him, hardly able to catch a breath long enough to beg. He hits that perfect gummy spot deep in your stomach and you fall apart for him, feeling his thrusts deep and slow, easing you through your orgasm.

“That’s it,” Price says low, tongue slick against your thrumming pulse, “let’s see how many more you got for me.”

#Goose's mom will be the local doc once she and Price are able to tear themselves away from catching up #this did feel a bit like writing my parents having sex I been thinking about dad price for too long #Anyway momma is home and she is going to LOVE Ghost #Everyone avoids the farmhouse for a while #Price is a wife guy I cannot be convinced otherwise #we already know he's a girl dad but yeah wife guy too #cowboy!price #john price x reader #john price mw2 #captain john price #captain price #reader x john price #Also I am so sorry I cannot call him John that is my brothers name I'm sure you understand

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obey-my-twisted-logic · 6 months

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Name-Your-Friend : You find a rather tall boy with an interesting look in your yard at Ramshackle. Despite your initial wariness, something draws you to the man and an interesting friendship blooms. Platonic!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader

Synopsis : you make a new friend who's almost as bad at socializing as you are. He's quiet, gentle and awkward in a way that's endearing. He won't share his name, so you decide on a nickname as you confide in this mystery man. Begins the night after Riddle's Overblot.

Warnings : general spoilers about the game Disney's Twisted Wonderland. Light fluff, purely platonic and friendly, use of personal head canons and what I know about the game pre book 5. Slightly different from the in game meetings but same vibe. INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT BECAUSE HORNTON IS MY BEST BOY. Reader is normal font. All thoughts and musing by Malleus are italic.

Authors Note : this has been living rent free in my head since I first met Malleus in game. They can't show us every second and every interaction, so I think there's a lot of late nights he visits because he's just as lonely, and it's nice to have someone who's not groveling, calling him "my prince" or scared of him. God I love him.

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You were physically and emotionally done for the day. Grim was passed out and dreaming of tuna all ready while you began to close the curtains. As you did, something caught your eye. Something? More like someone. You couldn't tell from this distance but because of the lighting of the moon, you could see a student of NRC just staring at your house.

It definitely startled and when you made eye contact from the window you pulled the curtains shut and dropped to the floor. Why did you feel like you'd been caught peeping? After a moment of collecting yourself, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and stuff on your shoes before making your way down and out of the house.

The ghost trio gave light teases as you passed. A midnight tryst?! And so soon! You'd have to introduce them. You waved them off, a little annoyed but mostly focused.

Had he run off? You can't help but wonder as you step outside into the brisk air. Scanning your surroundings you find him nearer than before. He had what you could barely call a smile on his calm and handsome features. He was so beautiful you felt inferior. Shaking off the nerves, you stepped onto the dying lawn and stood beside him, looking up to see what had caught his eye.

You weren't sure if he acknowledged your presence, but he made no move to leave or brush you off. He just continued to stare up at your roof.

"Is it the gargoyles?" You ask suddenly. It was the only thing of interest you could spy. It kind of fit his spooky yet handsome appearance. "I couldn't believe myself when I was first dumped here. Old place has a lotta very cool bits and bobs, even if it is falling to pieces..." You grumble that last bit, still frustrated that Crowley had been avoiding the topic of fixing the roof, despite all your work so far. The near perfect grades you got, handling Riddle's outburst and Overblot without dying, and just generally baby sitting some of the rowdier students.

"A child of man?" Was the first thing he said. You try not to gasp, he had such a pleasing voice. "To my knowledge, this dorm has been abandoned and forgotten for quite a while." You noticed for a split second a look of confusion. Had you not been studying his face, you may of missed it all together.

"Ah yea, I had heard that from some of the ghosts and the headmaster. My name is [Y/N], I'm Ramshackle Dorms new Prefect." You explain quickly and offer your hand.

A moment passes, and you begin to feel a fool for offering your hand to a stranger. He does however accept it within his firm gloved grasp. "A pleasure to meet you child of man. I am-" he paused and shook his head. "My name matters not, you may call me what you wish. Though careful, you may come to regret it." He gave a playful smile, exposing sharpened canines. Between the horns and his teeth, you knew he wasn't human. This didn't scare you near as much as it should, but then again three of your roommates were ghosts.

"Shy?" You ask with a shrug and give it a thought. "How about Hornton? It's a bit on the nose but it's all my brain can come up with."

He bursts into laughter, giving you his first genuine smile. "You are quite fearless child of man. Truly." He gives you one last smile. "While it's been pleasant having the ruined house to myself, I look forward to what you bring to the future." He gave the gargoyles a fond look. "Remember the gargoyles as you fix things up, and give it attention." he finished with a short bow, as he burst into a beautiful green light, leaving nothing behind but some fireflies.

What a magical way to end a very long and unpleasant day. You hoped he'd visit again, he was pleasant to be near. He gave you an odd calm feeling, even though his aura screamed danger.

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You intrigued Malleus Draconia greatly. Not that he had revealed his name. Despite his overwhelming aura, you approached him with little to no hesitation.

In the following months, you'd catch him admiring the quiet of your house, even going so far as to give you advice on how to deal with the OctoTrio when they had taken hold of the dorm, threatening to leave you homeless in a world that wasn't your own and was hardly kind. Especially not kind to those without magic.

Other times you'd join him in his quiet studies of the gargoyles and surrounding forest. Occasionally you would break the silence with questions or just to add your own musing to the about the surroundings and recent event. You told him about everything, from mundane classes to nightmarish Overblotting of several Housewardens.

His favorite part about you was how you genuinely treasured your time with him. You never pushed for his identity, happy to have him as your gargoyle enthusiast friend Hornton. He found himself chuckling over the name, even when not around you. Lilia had asked about you more and more as he noticed the lingering visits Malleus spent at Ramshackle. He waved it off, merely stating he needed to check on you, his "Child of Man" who was almost completely alone in a terrifying new world, full of a magic you had never seen before. Lilia would always laugh and nod along, even going so far as to deliver a holiday card when Malleus could not himself.

Not long after the winter, he was once again in front of Ramshackle, waiting patiently for his Child of Man. He was surprised when he heard your familiar footsteps. Not surprised by them exactly, more stunned by the speed and noise that you made rushing to open your door.

"Hornton!" You exclaim and practically threw yourself at him, embracing him. It felt like so long.

The embrace surprised the fae dragon, but he caught you none the less, carefully returning the embrace. "Awfully excitable tonight aren't you child of man?" He teased lightly.

You beamed up at him with a pleased grin. "Yes! Tonight is important. It's very special." You assure him, kicking your door gently open further.

Freeing yourself from his embrace, you give him a little bow and extend your hand for his. Before he could even pout, you continued to smile at him and take his hand. "Ramshackle is finally presentable enough for me to invite you in. Hornton," you begin to lead him inside. "I welcome you in to my dorm, come have a drink or something! I'm excited, you're the first person I wanted to invite in."

"You're inviting me inside Child of Man?" Malleus asked surprised, but genuine smile and delight on his face.

"Of course! You're one of my best friends, and I wanted to share this with you as soon as I could." You led him in and rambled about how you had to enlist Azul and professor Trein to finally get Crowley to get off his ass and make the place at least a safe haven from the elements.

Malleus had stopped listening from the moment you confirmed the invite. All he could do was smile and keep his hand in yours. You truly were special. His Child of Man would always remember to invite him, always remember to have him in your life. He quite looked forward to that night, and any following adventures he would have with you.

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