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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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hi!! i’m a big wuss and cry at least twice a week. could i possibly request a ghost x reader where reader is new to the task force and everyone but ghost has warmed up to them and really enjoys their bubbly presence? ghost says something kinda mean, reader cries, and then goes quiet for a few days/a week. everyone notices the change in their personality and gets confused until ghost makes it right <3

Thanks for this request!!🙃🩷 same same tho.

We All Have Our Demons

Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of crying, swearing, angst w happy ending

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You were recently just introduced to the 141 as the newest member. Your sniper skills were top tier, and Price had jumped at the opportunity to make you a part of his team.

The boys on the team had instantly taken a liking to you. You were a welcome addition to the team, and your presence alone helped shift the mood of the team tremendously.

Everyone on the team had been incredibly welcoming to you, all except Ghost. He'd been standoffish since you'd arrived, only giving you a nod when you'd introduced yourself. You had originally just chalked it up to him being weary if he could trust you. Which you more than understood, so while you kept your distance, you still made it a point to be nice to him.

He was always very curt and professional, never letting you hold a conversation with him, but that did not stop you from trying.

You'd always offer to help with various tasks, picked up coffee for him just the way he liked, and on multiple occasions had tried striking up conversations with him, to no avail.

One night, you'd decided you were going to try and talk with him. You weren't used to someone being so standoffish toward you, and wanted to know what you could've done wrong.

Making your way into the weapons rooms, you popped your head in to address your superior.

"Lieutenant?" You approached him with a wide smile.

He regarded you with clear disinterest and mumbled out a "What is it, Sargeant."

"I just wanted to check in with you, sir. I was wondering if perhaps.. I'd done something wrong?" Your hands started to grow sweaty, and you nervously rubbed them on your thighs.

He turned back to his weapon. "Wrong?"

"You just.. seem to not like me, and I'm not sure what I could've done to offend you."

"Like you? It's not my job to like you, and this isn't the place for annoying shit such as friendships. If that's what you're looking for, perhaps you should've looked to do any other field than this one, Y/N." Ghost sputtered, his eyes narrowing at you as he slammed his gun down in frustration.

Your mouth parted slightly, shock washing over you at his words. You knew he was a tough shell to crack, but you'd never thought he'd be so outwardly mean.

"Of course, sir. Sorry to bother you." You muttered meekly, turning to walk to the door. You blinked away tears, and aggressively wiped them from your eyes, not wanting anyone to see you cry.

For the next few days, you'd been rather quiet and kept to yourself. The boys would constantly come up and ask you to join them at the pub or for spar sessions, but you'd always politely decline.

Ghosts words had sunk deep, creating a wound you weren't sure how to heal. Were you really that annoying? Did everyone on base feel that way about you? The words ate and ate at you, and you'd ultimately decided to keep to yourself so as not to bother anyone around you. Perhaps Ghost was right. You weren't here to make friends.

The boys grew concerned, your normally bubbly attitude was gone, and they were lucky if they could even get a few words out of you.

"Anybody know what's going on with Y/N? They have been unusually quiet lately, and I'm worried about them." Soap had asked, sitting down to eat with Gaz and Ghost.

"I've tried talking to them a few times but can barely hold a conversation. You didn't hear it from me, but it was rumored that they left the weapons room crying Friday night." Gaz spoke, a sad smile forming on his lips.

Ghosts ears perked up at this information. You were with him in the weapons room Friday night. You left crying? Why would you have left- Oh. A wave of guilt came washing over him as he realized what had you so upset.

He truly didn't mean to make you upset. He was so used to keeping himself protected. He was afraid to let anyone else in. Then you came in with your bubbly attitude, and regardless of how much he tried to push you away, you still showed interest in him. He was so scared to open himself up to you, this ray of sunshine, and get himself hurt. He couldn't take more hurt in his life.

Shaking his head of his thoughts, he went to go and find you.

You were sitting in the courtyard watching the night sky. Your mind was racing with negative thoughts that you couldn't seem to push away. Deciding to turn in early for the night, you moved to stand when you heard a voice call your name. You turned around and were met face to face with Ghost.

"Oh, Lieutenant. Didn't know you were out here. Don't mind me, I was just leaving." You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and made for the entrance.

"Wait." Ghosts voice halted your movements. "I uh, I wanted to talk."

You turned to him, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, and nodded your head slowly.

Ghost looked to the ground for a moment before speaking. "I'm.. not exactly a guy known for extending warm welcomes."

You swallowed thickly, expecting him to continue, but he didn't.

"It's alright, sir. I understand." You said softly.

Ghost lifted his eyes from the grass to meet your warm ones. He felt his heart palpitate from the way you were looking at him. You'd looked so innocent to him.

"No. It's not. I don't give my trust out easily, not to anyone. But that's no excuse to treat you as I did." You could tell Simon was doing his best to apologize, in his own way.

"We all have our demons, sir. I can't fault you for protecting yourself and the team. But I assure you I have nothing but good intentions." You assured him, not breaking eye contact.

"I know." He nodded, his eyes shifting back to the ground beneath him. There was something about the way you looked at him. It made him feel things he'd never felt before. You were such a warm person, and he didn't know how to take you.

"Well, if that's all, I'll leave you to your night, Ghost." You turned to make your way out again, stopping when you heard him speak once more.

"Simon."

"Sorry?"

"My name, it's Simon." He lifted his eyes to yours, and held your gaze.

Your eyes lit up from the small bit of information he'd given you. It wasn't much, but it was a sign he was willing to try opening up to you.

"It's nice to meet you, Simon." You giggled, a vibrant smile covering your face.

He nodded, thankful his mask was covering the light pink tint that was forming on his cheeks.

"Theres... there's a coffee shop up the road. Usually, go to it every now and then. Good coffee there." He fumbled out, heart stammering in his chest. "Be my treat. It's the least I can do for being an arse."

"I would love that, Simon." You were practically beaming. You couldn't stop saying his name, and he sure wasn't complaining. He quite liked the way it sounded coming from your lips.

He held out his arm to you, and you gladly linked your arm in his. "Shall we?"

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Wasn't too proud of this one, tbh I rewrote it quite a few times.

Was kind of thinking of making this a 2 parter?

#cod imagine #simon riley imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #mw2 x reader #simon riley angst #ghost imagine #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you

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courtmartialme · 2 months

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some examples i can think of brotherhood crimes of doing riza(and royai) dirty in my opinion that's the absolute truth in the universe. consciously excluding stuff i think are minor but annoy me just as bad or else this post would be too exhausting:

being ugly in general

not including her time travel joke from when they learn that the elrics are kids and not adults on their way to recruiting them

not including the scene where roy meets her after she calls him when she meets barry the chopper and threatens to burn him out of jealousy

changing the dialogue after roy saves her from gluttony from:

to:

LIKE...... if brotherhood has the habit of cutting off scenes to make it shorter then WHY they would change this scene to become BIGGER AND WORSE. the dialogue in manga is a clear example of their trust and wordless care for each other. while in broho it's just ?????? roy being an asshole????? to his wife?????? whom he just left his post running for bc he sensed she was in danger???? whoever chose to change this dialogue. kill yourself

riza being nice to alphonse when they are at 3rd laboratory:

not including the only time in the whole series roy calls her by her first name only:

the WHOLE ishval arc. riza telling ed about ishval lasts a whole ass volume while it's barely an entire episode in anime like... hm.. for starters the way roy and riza meet again there is different. in manga she saves roy and hughes from a surprise attack, and only realizes it's roy when she sees him through the scope. then hughes tells roy that they brought a talented sniper from the academy and goes after her to thank her for saving them. in anime riza suddenly shows up to roy when he was talking to hughes and like... not necessarily a bad thing i guess but...... yeah.... also this whole conversation is cut off if i remember right.. among a lot of other things LOL i hate how ishval arc is played down in BH

riza being funny and cute not being included again

this scene when they reach 3rd lab again in promised day and roy jokes about wanting to see her honest tears again and riza replies saying water makes him useless BUT in manga she's all cute and blushy while in anime they make her be all # girlbaws about it because that's all brotherhood riza is about lmao they took away her moeness...crime

in manga, after roy gives up killing envy upon realizing it would lead to riza shooting him then killing herself, it shows him lowering her gun without the glove he previously had on. symbolizing that he lowered his weapon before he could lower hers. in anime he still has his gloves on

EDIT I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT PANEL OF THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RIZA BEING INSUBORDINATE AND A BRAT SHE'S SO CUTE THIS PANEL IS WHAT INSPIRED MY USERNAME... SHE'S SO CUTE...... brotherhood is so scared of letting riza be cute and moe because she would be too powerful if they let her

EDIT 222222 BECAUSE I WOKE UP IN COLD SWEAT AT REMEMBERING I FORGOT THIS TOO

roy visits madame christmas' bar looking down and she asks him why doesn't he and elizabeth go someplace fun... we all know who elizabeth is right... and he says miserably that another man took elizabeth away from him(referring to riza being kept hostage by bradley) and at that the other girl asks if that means she has a chance with him now. everyone knows that roy is so wifepilled he won't look any other way if riza is in the picture lmao also how embarrassing it is that even your mom knows you're fucking your subordinate

i'm convinced somebody at BH staff hated riza's ass because of how often riza and royai scenes are changed or ignored... i know it's common for anime adaptations to cut off moments from manga but for an anime that whole premise is to be The Better Adaptation, doing it so often makes it bad to me. if you repeatedly exclude scenes that tell more about the characters because they're "not relevant to the plot", eventually there will be no actual personality left, only characters that are plot props

THERE'S A LOT MORE i wanted to include but this is already long enough and i got tired LMFAO a lot of things(most not included) are non issues because are mostly about riza being a bit silly, or showing more expression than she does in anime in a scene that otherwise doesn't change anything. but they still annoy me because by repeatedly excluding and changing these moments add to the view people have of her being nagging and stoic, at an attempt to make her a cool flawless Good Woman Character. what for.

#tecotalk #fma #riza hawkeye #throwing in the tag because fuck it #not hiding anything under the cut everyone will be subjected to this

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prettyboypistol · 3 months

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How to Seduce the TF2 Mercs

Scout

Pay attention to him. Give him genuine compliments and honest feedback. He wants to feel loved and like he's worth someone's time.

Kisses and physical affection. Mans thinks about the time you put your hand on his shoulder for weeks.

Just say you love him, man. He's been overlooked his whole life.

Soldier

Take him seriously- don't belittle him or make jokes about how he views the world. He knows he's a little crazy but he is genuinely trying his best to make the world a better place.

Defend him!!! If someone shit talks him, punch that motherfucker in the jaw!!

Honest discussions with you asking a lot of questions, take the time to get to know him and you'll have a defender for the rest of your life.

Pyro

Much like with Soldier, defend them and take the time to get to know them.

Gifts, gifts, gifts!!! Give them gifts!

Be a little flirty ;> don't baby them! Treat them like the adult they are!

Demoman

Bro just ask to fuck. He'll probably say yes.

He loves a bold mf that knows how to take what they want. Come on to him, buy him a drink, and ask if he's got any company for the night.

If you're going for something a little more long term, just remove the sleeping aspect. Just say you're interested in getting to know him you'll most likely get a date and see how things go.

Engineer

He's a sucker for practical use gifts (i.e. mechanical oil, a new wrench, etc) or sentimental gifts (photograph of you two, love letters)

Call him handsome! Call him pretty and a gentleman! Appeal to that cowboy energy and treat him all respectful like and you'll definitely catch his interest.

If you're not the type to do all that song and dance, go the opposite route. Stump him with a logistic problem and tease him about it. He'll nonstop think about you for months and bitch about you to his sentries.

Heavy

Mikhail likes hotheads and determined people, someone who's not afraid to fight if the situation comes to it.

Ask him about general things and slowburn that mf about nice conversations until you two can talk about personal things.

Ask him to help you clean your guns! Ask him weaponry questions about what would suit you better in the field!

Medic

GET THIS MAN SOME ORGANS. GET HIM SOME FUNDING!!!! get him a lil lovebirddddd

Take the time to get to know his birds and if the birds like you, Medic automatically likes you more.

Take an interest in his medical discoveries and his life! He's a prime yapper and wants to t a l k. That's why he never shuts up when doing surgery.

Spy

Romance him traditionally, to be honest. Keep it classy and court him like the romantic he is. Roses placed in his locker, prime dinners delivered to his door, BE A ROMANTIC ABOUT IT.

If you can't dance, ask him to teach you "for a mission" (He will know that you're the one behind all the flirtatious gestures bc he's SPY)

Butter up that man like he's a piece of toast. Handsome young man who captured your heart and holds it hostage. Classy gentleman that could get away with world domination with gorgeous eyes like that.

Sniper

Don't come on too strong, he's a bristly one. Be calm and casual. Hit him with that friends to lovers.

He's more of a tough nut to crack and insecure of if you actually like him, so be sure to flood his mind with ambiguous hints when you think you see signs of him showing interest in you.

To really seal yourself in his heart, spend a lot of quality time with him! Go camping, hunting, fishing, driving, anything that gets the both of you alone and quiet.

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rorichuu · 9 months

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Hello Rori!! <33

May I request Sniper, Medic and.. hmm, maybe Scout or Pyro with comforting the reader?

To be more precise, if it's alright:

Reader is sweet and always trying to keep everyone happy as well as the vibes up around the base- always making sure everyone is appreciated and cared for, but maybe they're starved for affection themselves? Maybe they're afraid of being too overbearing or 'bugging' everyone. So one day they go up to (merc) and ask if they're being too much and that's when they get comforted? Maybe some comfort cuddles and such- whatever you think suits the character!

A drabble would be preffered, please!

-@simp999 ♡

(Also, thank you for being so kind and sweet to interact with!! I'm so glad I found your blog- lots of respect for all the effort put in as well!)

shy away ; mercs x reader

pairing: sniper/medic/scout x gn!reader

authors note: hello! and thank you!! your words mean soso much, i love this ask!! - also i apologize for posting so late :(

disclaimer: none! pure fluff, mentions of spy/engi in scout's. :)

SNIPER:

The battle neared its end, BLU considerably pushed back this time around and it was unbearably visible. Y/n was shooting around; running up to any merc who needed the assistance they needed. Sniper took a seat at the table in the rec room, observing you. You had just gotten water for Heavy and were conversing with Demo, his slurred mouth pouting from their loss as you kindly spoke praises to lift his mood.

Of course, everyone noticed how sweet and considerate you were, it was your best trait... and they appreciated you deeply for it. But Sniper had always wondered if you had been taken care of all the same.

As the room began to file out, you let out a heavy sigh, knowing you did the best you could. Sniper stood, making you turn your head; you send a smile at him. "Didn't notice you were here," you say. Sniper nods, sending a small smile in return. "I have some water I grabbed from the supply room. I know today was... rough. Is there anything that you need?" You asked with your eyes pointed up with question. The New Zealander shook his head, shifting the rifle on his shoulder.

"No, roo. I'm alright," With his head tilted down, he about walked off before you opened your mouth; the sound of you shifting your shoe against the pavement lifted his ears. Sniper looked behind him, eyes on yours. You stood small, shoulders low, and eyes the sweetest he's seen. His eyebrows furrowed now. "Well, on with it then..." He spoke, turning his body to you.

"Am I too much sometimes?" Sniper was caught off guard by this. "Like, when I'm always checking it... I can understand if it's annoying or overbearing when I'm always asking." With every word you spoke, Sniper felt his heart sink just a little bit more. The team needed someone like you. They needed your tender heart when the battle was unforgiving. Your gentle hand when the rough of the gun scarred and tore theirs. They needed someone like you.

Sniper huffed, walking over as he placed both hands on your shoulders, leaning to meet your eyes. "You've never been," you gulped, feeling your cheeks warm. "You mean more to this team than ya' believe, mate." You dip your head to hide your face, Sniper smiles before wrapping his arms around you.

"This is… nice." You laughed as you melted in his hold, comfort washing over you.

"You deserve the care and attention just as much as we do."

. . .

And as time passed, he rubbed your back as you held him. Frequently, he'd sway, but only to find your eyes closed. Sniper then took that as his cue, one hand on your shoulder and the other taking his hat off. The Aussie laid it on top of your head, leaving you looking up at him.

"Let’s go watch a movie.”

MEDIC:

You were helping Medic pick up, politely asking where goes where and what does what... curiosity always found in the dusted books and pristine tools that scatter his room. It was nearing the end of the day; time had settled and nearly everyone was asleep. The clock is sung at 12AM, letting you know it is time for you to head to bed as well.

You have always helped clean up and provide assistance to those who need it... especially with Miss Pauling. Always lending out a hand when it's needed. The day was long, the mercs were exhausted, and you sure as hell were too... but you could always get sleep the next coming hour, right?

Medic let out a hefty sigh with a rub at his temples, your instincts kicked in. "Medic?" You hummed in question, the man looking up with tired eyes.

"Ja?" His voice croaked, his eyebrows now raised with inquiry. As you started to place his surgical tools neatly on his steel table, you began:

"Are you alright?" You look up at him, and the man huffs a small smile. His, then leaned stance, against his operation table was left to approach you.

"Yes, mein freund," (my friend) he puts a hand on your shoulder as he takes the rest of his tools from you. "Go get some rest. You need your 8 hours!" He chirped despite his sluggish posture, not convincing you enough. You noticed the eyebags that slumped, the movements that slowed, the yawns that escaped... undeniably, he was tired.

"Well... what about you?" You ask, leaving Medic slightly confused as he turns his shoulder, glasses falling to the tip of his nose.

"How do you mean, Y/n?" You take a deep breath and cross your arms. Medic raises an eyebrow, his free hand pushing his spectacles up to their original place.

"You should get some sleep... I can pick up the rest. I know it's been a tough week, so I can help!" and in response, Medic's lip quirks humorously. "Really, I can!" As much as you try to persuade him, he doesn't budge.

"I know you can," fondly, he looks at you. "But doctor's rules, Y/n." He walks past you and continues to aid to his unkept office. You were left biting your lip, hands clasped together in front of you as you continued to let your mind race. Perhaps you were pushing Medic towards something he didn't want? Maybe he was annoyed with your continuous advances of lifting the heavy load of his job... what were you to say about what he can and cannot do?

With a knitted brow, your mouth gapes open with the intention to speak. "Hey," you nearly whispered, intimidated by your own question. The German man's head pops out from his desk, a small 'Ja?', making you aware of his reply. "Am I too much sometimes?"

"Wie bitte?" (Excuse me?) Medic, caught off guard entirely, lifts from the floor with his palms leaned against his workspace. You swallowed hard, his tone higher than usual.

"Like... when I try to help or ask if you're doing alright," you timidly voiced. "I understand how it can be draining with my constant check-ups and stuff." The doctor sent you a small smile, whether you saw it or not with your chin tucked close to your chest... he let out a laugh, walking towards you with both hands now placed on your shoulders. You look up at him, cheeks flushed with his sudden hold.

"As a doctor, nobody checks up on me. I'm always delighted by your check-ups, Liebling." With every word he spoke, your lip curled into a pout, your heart softening. Medic patted your head. "You always do the best you can for everyone, but remember to take care of yourself, ja?" Suddenly, Medic is met with a breath-losing hug. Though his chuckle is shallow, his arms wrap around you just as tightly.

"Thank you."

"No," he shakes his head, hands now cupping your face. "Thank you!" He cheeses, leaving you a small laughing fit of his big smile. "You're help is always deeply appreciated, schatz." (Treasure).

Coo

"Ooh, even Archimedes thinks so!"

SCOUT:

Scout was... undeniably, very beat up. He groaned and whined as you gently pressed alcohol swabs against his injuries upon his arm. "Ow! Y/n, is this really necessary?" You sighed, throwing the swab in the trash and retrieving a large bandaid in turn.

"Yes, Scout... I can't have you getting infections or something, it's a pretty big gash," You spoke as you placed the wrap on the lower part of his elbow. "I can't have you whining all hurt like this."

"And Scout, please keep drinking your water."

The man scowled as he took a large sip from his cup, the swirly straw found from the back of the cabinet in the kitchen. (Scout likes the swirly straw, wink wink... but tell no one.)

. . .

As time passed, and Scout continuously cursed at the sting of the alcohol... he was finally all patched up. You lifted from your arched position, back cracking as you stretched. "Alright, you're done." You huff in exhaustion. This boy knows no boundaries when it comes to the battlefield...

The Boston boy leaped from the couch and placed his cup down, water splashing out with a plat; Scout was thankful he was done. "Are you feeling okay? If not I can get some painkillers, I bet Medic has some..."

"Y/n! C'mon man, I'm good!" His balled fist hits your shoulder playfully, rolling his eyes as he checks out the bandaids on his arm. "Stop worryin' over little ol' me, it'll save you from getting greys... take Spy for example! He's just as bad as Engi being a helicopter mom... god, how did they even become a thing."

You chuckled softly, hand holding your shoulder as you listened to him ramble on again. For as long as he talked, he hadn't realized you weren't listening, your eyes spacing off. The boy tilted his head. "Y/n?" ... "Y/n!" Your head perked up at the sound of your name.

"Hm? Yeah?" You hummed. Scout read you like a book; your hand placed at your shoulder, spacing off, sad face... that's 'anxious Y/n face'; he somethin' was up.

"You good? You seem kinda off." He asked, furrowed eyebrows as he leaned forward... arms crossed as he looked you over to see if anything was upsetting you.

You shook your head, waving a hand as you backed away. "Oh, yeah! I'm good, just. Oh, just thinking." You turned and immediately started to pick up the first-aid supplies and his half-finished cup. But before you could lift the glass from the table, Scout's hand surrounded yours to keep the cup where it was.

"Talk to me."

Scout was a sweet boy. He may talk a lot, and may not think much of what he says... but when he knows when to listen, he does. You take a deep breath, pulling your hand away from his. "Do you ever get annoyed by me? Genuinely..." You ask, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. Scout blinked.

"Huh?!"

"Well, you know what I mean!" You exclaim in response, shrugging. "Y'know I'm always making sure you're alright and if you need anything... people can get annoyed when I'm always checking in." You frown, and Scout places his hands on his waist now before approaching you.

"Which people?" He asks and you tilt your head.

"Wha-?" Your nose scrunches in confusion.

"Which people find you annoying when you check up on 'm?" There was a moment of silence, your head slowly lowering in thought. The boy lifted his hand and tapped your chin, motioning for you to look at him. "Y'know I'd beat them up in a millisecond if someone said somethin'!" With a swift lift of his arm, he flexed. You huff, worry still washed over you. Scout eased up, turning to slump down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. "C'mon, sit."

You sighed and followed, sitting down next to him, only to have an arm wrapped around your shoulders... You were now leaning completely against him. Scout shook you slightly. "You really don't know, do ya?" he finally speaks, your head turned to look at him. You blink. "Oh boy..."

"'Oh, boy,' what!" You frown, your heart picking up a pace as you tense in his hold. The Boston boy chuckled.

"Everybody loves your help!" He chimes, looking up at you brightly. "You remember the other day when Pyro was yabberin' off about something?" "Yeah..."

"They were upset because they messed something up on their drawing. They immediately thought of you, Y/n." Your heart begins to warm.

"Oh, and Spy needed your help on whatever the hell he was doing. Kept saying, 'Where's Y/n? Where's Y/n?' It was like he was a broken record, pfft, embarrassing."

"That was... you, Scout." Your lip curls into a smile, and Scout blushes.

"Well, whatever! Moral of the story," he waves his hands in a dramatic flare. You chuckle. "People love ya! And we're always there for you as you are for us." He pats your shoulder as you lean against him once more. "But that also means you gotta take care of yourself too... you're just as important. Ya always will be."

Sniffle.

"Aaalright, c'mere," swiftly, Scout grabs the blanket from the arm of the couch, wrapping you up. "Take a nap, Y/n. You deserve it."

And you did. With a warm heart and a proud Scout, life was pretty good.

rorichuu!

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523rdrebel · 5 months

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Low Battery

Crosshair x Reader (GN)

Rating: Teen, SFW

Warnings: Party Setting, Mention/Allusion to drinking alcohol, overstimulation, low social energy.

Summary: Reader is at a party and has reached their limit for social interaction. They need an escape and find it unexpectedly with a grumpy Sniper hiding in a corner.

You’d been enjoying yourself with your group of friends, the party had been fun for a while, you’d had a couple of drinks and felt comfortably warm and fuzzy, and you’d had a great time conversing about life or telling entertaining stories. But now you were at your limit. The music was too loud, pulsing in your ears and making you feel like you were in a bubble that was increasingly pressing in upon you. The crowd mingling, dancing, and drinking all around you didn’t help the uncomfortable, claustrophobic pressure, either. Your friends were talking and laughing and part of you felt bad that you could no longer follow the conversation, words blended together into an audio mush with the music and the pulsing in your ears. You smiled and nodded back when they spoke to you, but the effort it took to respond and participate socially was just too much.

You sighed, running a hand over your head and wishing you could just go home, but as you’d arrived with one of your friends, you were stuck until they were ready to leave. You stood and walked around the room under the guise of getting a new drink, seeking a quiet place to hide until you could leave and recharge in the silence of your own home. You avoided eye contact as you passed other party-goers, dodging and weaving past waving, grabbing hands and gyrating hips.

Your eyes locked onto a dark, blissfully empty corner and beelined your way towards it, only to find, to your dismay, that it was already occupied. A tall white haired man leaned in the corner, piercing eyes glaring at every person who came too close. You knew of him, others called him Crosshair, but had never met him yourself, he had a bit of a reputation for being an abrasive a-hole and loner. He had a crosshair tattoo over his eye, a little on the nose, you thought, but it looked nice on him. He gave off an intimidating, do not talk to me sort of air.

You stopped in your tracks, unsure if you should try to find another spot to hide or give up and rejoin your friends. But just the thought of making your way back through the crowd and enduring more social interaction made your skin itch, so you shook your head, squared your shoulders and headed over to the corner.

The man glowered murderously at you as you silently found an area near him with enough space between you to suggest you didn’t wish to speak, and you kept your eyes focused anywhere but on the figure beside you. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself tightly, closed your eyes, and breathed in deeply, willing time to go by faster.

Surprisingly enough, Crosshair didn’t say a word and seemed content to keep to his own space, though he continued to glower dangerously at any person who got too close. After an undetermined amount of time, and after you’d relaxed somewhat and were leaning in comfortable silence against the wall, someone lacking the ability to read the room decided to try to chat you up.

“Hey, a babe like you shouldn’t be hiding in the corner…” The intruder’s voice made you cringe and you had to fight the impulse to flee. You groaned internally and simply stared at him, unsure how to respond.

“Come on pretty thing–” He leaned in, hovering in your physical space, you tried to shrink back but had nowhere to go.

“They’re not interested, di’kut.” Crosshair snapped irritably. “And you're in my space. Leave.” The voice was low, dangerous, like a coiled snake, and it was comforting despite the shiver that ran down your spine.

The intruder stepped back, eyeing Crosshair, sizing him up before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Freak,” he spits the word like venom but turns around and walks away without looking back.

Relief washes over you and you let out the breath you’d been holding, offering the man a grateful smile. “Thank you,” you speak softly.

He simply shrugged, but placed himself directly beside you before returning to his vigilant and piercing glares at any further intruders to your now shared space.

The both of you remained in comfortable silence, the pressure and overstimulation had lessened, though the pulsing music and close proximity of so many people still left you feeling drained and yearning for your bed.

Crosshair chuckled slightly, a surprising sound after the long stretch of silence, “So kriffing stupid…”

You followed his gaze to a group across the room, they were chanting and shouting and lifting one obviously drunk man up off his feet. Their hold on him was shaky and precarious, everyone past the point of making good decisions. You could see it coming, the entire group fallen to the floor and it would be a miracle if any of them left without injuries. You told Crosshair as much, just before the entire group collapsed in front of your eyes and you burst into startled laughter.

You and Crosshair spend the rest of the evening in relative silence, broken only occasionally by snide comments, gossipy asides, and punctuated by massive eye rolls. You're surprised at how natural it feels, being here with Crosshair, your social battery is low but his presence seemed to cost none of the energy you usually lost. It was nice.

He kept intruders from striking up conversations and you appreciated his sarcastic commentary.

By the time your friend found you and it was time to leave, you'd enjoyed a few solid hours of quiet companionship and found you'd actually enjoyed yourself. Though you were still exhausted and would likely need a few days of little to no social interaction to recover, you felt that if every party was like this one, you’d like them so much more.

Your friend regarded you and Crosshair with much confusion, but ultimately was just happy you’d found a comfortable space to enjoy yourself. You left with a quiet smile and listened to your friend’s recounting of the events you missed the whole way home.

As you readied yourself for bed, curled up in your most comfortable blanket, your comm beeped with a message.

- Next time you need an escape, comm me. We’ll leave all the idiots behind.

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I’m laughing so hard with the enemies with benefits trope, it’s the only thing keeping me sane right now.What if she gets badly hurt during a mission, and ends up unconscious for days, and Ghost stays by her side waiting for her to wake up and when she does, instead of a heartwarming conversation they instantly start to insult each other

The amount of time it took for them to stabilize her had been... long.

Too long.

So long, in fact that they'd had to resuscitate her twice during transport and somewhere in between their (inadequate, by his standards) attempts at life-saving measures and him taking over compressions (he'd bullied his way onto the carrier, of course, much to the displeasure of the rest of the medical flight personnel and was the only one willing to continue even after they'd seriously considered calling the time of death), there was a brief moment where he'd really thought she wasn't going to make it. And for exactly 34 minutes, he'd kept thinking to himself what a goddamn shame it'd be to lose her (not for himself, but for the 1-4-1, the good of the team, obviously). Except then they'd found her pulse again, faint and barely hanging on just under skin, albeit still there – thank-fucking-Jesus – and Simon had finally allowed himself to let out a sigh of breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding the entire time.

It's been about 72 hours since she was initially transferred to the trauma center by helo (or 71 hours and 53 minutes if he wants to get really technical, not that he’s keeping track). This surly, hulking beast of a man managed to fold himself into that tiny hospital chair – has a damn crick in his neck now, stiffness in his muscles from that pathetic excuse of a recliner. And he's had to camp out as a sniper for lengthy intervals before, slept on the ground or up against a fucking tree depending on the situation without complaint, so this should be any different, but he's had to shift positions frequently just to take the edge off because it's bothering him that much; Christ, the things he does for her.

And after waiting all this damn time, he's finally rewarded with some evidence of actual consciousness – the too-thin, threadbare hospital sheets stirring with movement out of the corner of his eye. Simon rises from his seat, completely neglecting his lunch (hadn't even really been able to eat properly until recently, because his appetite was pretty much shite after the whole cardiac arrest thing) and strides over to check on whether or not she's waking up.

She blinks, groggily, eyes adjusting to her surroundings and trying to place where exactly she is before a shadow passes over her line of vision and blocks the annoying fluorescent lights. It’s – oh.

Simon's face comes into view, peering down at her with an expression that she doesn’t quite recognize. This one’s new; she doesn’t have a name for it, but if she were to hazard a guess, it seems an awful lot like concern – or at least his version of whatever that may be. She watches him quietly. Her gaze isn’t as disoriented anymore and she tracks his hand, the way it comes up to cup her jaw, warm palm sliding over her skin in an invitation to lean into his touch.

“Really glad you woke up,” he murmurs, low but still loud enough to be heard over the rhythmic beeping of the bedside monitor. And Simon, being Simon, doesn't forget to add, “There's so many reports I've been waiting for you to sign off on.”

She closes her eyes with a small smile gracing her lips. Her voice is rough from disuse, but the sarcasm behind it is a familiar sound. “Wish I'd been out for longer. Was nice not having you nag my ear off – best damn sleep I've gotten in ages, y'know.”

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sopiao · 11 months

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konig that secretly sucks on sweets or lollipops under his mask XP

since his mask is always covering his face he can always just be secretly sucking on a lolli without anyone knowing.

König never takes off his sniper hood.

Never.

It makes it very hard to understand his facial expressions or how he’s truly feeling. Only having to depend on his words. He could be hiding anything under that t-shirt mask, a wide scar across his nose, a sarcastic expression, a secret lip piercing, or maybe a regrettable face tattoo.

But he’s for sure always snacking on a sweet. The Austrian is comfortable enough to talk and converse to others, but he’s not the most talkative. So, he’d be quite and listening most of the time, just observing and watching the other’s he’s with, which makes it easier to hide the fact that he’s occupying his tongue with sugary sweets.

He doesn’t know why he treated it as a secret, it just felt nice to have a little something that no one else knew about, even when he was doing it right in front of them.

Always have a couple sticks with the sweet sugar on the end of it on in his pockets. Even during missions he’d have a pop in his mouth, grinding in the paper stick as he waits for the enemy to pop their head out of their hiding spot to snip them to the ground.

When he triumphantly stands over his enemy, with a freshly twisted, dislocated, neck, he’d spit the empty stick on their cold dead body. A little warning to show that it was him that ended their journey.

At first he had it to satisfy his cravings for something sweet. But soon it just became and oral fixation, always needing something to chew on, or something to fidget with his tongue with. Chewing on the stick, even when it’s contents has been melted away already, just to gnaw his sharp teeth against it.

His favorite lollipops are the Blow Ups (the cherry ones more specifically, very simple), their always flavorful and have the gummy center for him to chew one. He likes Dum Dums too, but their too small for him, and he finishes them too fast for his liking.

He has hard candies occasionally, his favorite being Jolly Ranchers. He likes the pretty, crystal, clear color. Cherry and blue raspberry being his favorite, cherry because of the flavor, blue raspberry because he likes it when his candies color his tongue.

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Hi, i really like your writing! I was wondering if you could do Call of duty boys (Ghost, Price, Konig, Soap,Alejandro) with a male reader who has a big ass thighs and a black belt karate? Thank you!!

Hi Anon! Thank you for liking my request man! And sorry for me taking forever on this! And sorry no Konig! 😭 I really didn't know what to write about for him!

warnings! Semi-nsfw, teasing, biting, marking, flirting, death, kinda gore, NO KONIG, smoking

COD BOYS X MALE READER

Soap!

He cracks way many jokes about your thighs.

"Hey Sergeant thighs!"

"C/n! Nice thighs you got there! Mind if I get a closer look?" "Jump off a bridge." "Will do sergeant!"

God forbid you be a sniper hes gonna get you both killed. While you try to get a clear shot when you're laying on the ground he's gonna come out of nowhere and spread open your legs and feel and squeeze or thighs.

When you're both at base hes even worse. He doesn't care where you are, what you are doing, who you are with. hes gonna find you and give you daily compliments about your thighs.

During meetings where the whole team is all gathered around sitting at a table he'll act like he dropped something under the table and crawl under it crawling where ever you are and rest his head on your thighs.

Probably names your thighs.

If you let him he will draw little doodles on them.

Likes to brag about how you got a black belt. "Oh your boyfriend can cook? Guess what. My boyfriend has a black belt in karate and basically he can beat your ass."

Talks about your thighs way TOO much. Like he doesn't care he will talk about them to a whole enemy.

When he saw you do a karate move on someone he was lowkey terrified of you.

Then HE BEGS you do teach him or do it to him. "C/n PLEASE PLEASE TEACH ME!" He will get on his knees if he has to.

He was already a thigh guy before you. But now hes like 100x more of a thigh guy since hes with you.

Ghost!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He sees them. I mean SEES them.

He doesn't make a big deal of them, but goddamn he sure will stare at them hard.

Before you two started dating he will be embarrassed and almost ashamed if you caught him staring. God forbid Soap catches him.

But when y'all begin dating he doesn't get as embarrassed any more.

If you ever get insecure about them hes quick to kiss them and praise them and you.

He LOVES feeling them against his body.

In the bedroom if you're shorter than him he'll pick you up and he lays himself down on the bed back on the bed while he puts you on his chest. Makes you spread open your legs, so your thighs are on both sides of his head.

If you're taller than him he will simply make you sit down on the edge of the bed while he gets on his knees in between your legs and just sit there in between your legs doing what he doing while you slowly rub your thighs on his head or squeeze them.

"Can ya crush someone with those thighs? Like snap their neck or suffocate them." A drunk Ghost asks you while you just shrug. Next day you brought up the day old conversation on the battlefield and the two of you went searching for someone you can do it to.

Once Ghost found someone he distracted them while you came up behind them. When Ghost found an opportunity he shouted "NOW!" You jumped on the person using all of your strength to either suffocate or snap their neck. The person kept moving around trying to knock you off of him and you use some of your body weight pushing down and turning your legs right then a very fast left.

Ghost and you let out a gasp when y'all heard a loud crack. The man drops on the floor while you land on top of him.

"You did it sweetheart good for ya." Ghost praises getting you up.

Alejandro!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When he saw those thighs he let out a wolf whistle. NOT in a creepy way like an impressive and kinda shocked way.

"Tiene unos buenos muslos, sargento." He will say walking past you like it was something normal to say.

When you're at base and you're planning to wear some casual clothes with some shorts you gotta think again. This man will bite and leave marks in every single spot on your thighs.

He loves to pick you up by your thighs. He will squeeze them and run his hands all over them.

MAN IS PROTECTIVE as soon as someone says something about you and especially your thighs. He will full on cuss them out in Spanish like he wouldn't give a damn.

He likes to put you on his shoulders and walk around showing you off and your body.

He will ask a dying enemy about your body. I mean he will hold your hand and take you where the man is dying and he will ask them "¿No estás de acuerdo en que mi novio tiene muslos sexys? ¿Qué piensas de ellos? ¿Tengo razón o qué?" "W-what?" The dying man responded not knowing Spanish.

Alejandro sighed heavily and translated his past sentence. "Don't you agree that my boyfriend has sexy thighs? What do you think about them? Am I right or what?" Alejandro pulls Y/n closer and crouches to the dying man pulling him up so he can get a better look.

The sad thing is. It's a trick question. If the person answered yes. Alejandro would stand back up and say "Tooo~ mad this sexy son of a gun is mine and mine only." Alejandro will get his gun out and point it at the man skull before kissing Y/n deeply shooting the man in the head.

BUT if the man says no or hesitates he wouldn't even get to finish because Alejandro would already have shot him in the head. "Aleee~ You didn't even get him a chance." Y/n says with a whine. "Because he took too long and besides I already know i'm right."

He couldn't look at y'all the same after that.

Price!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He was so taken back when he saw your thighs.

Caught him so off guard, but he kept a professional face.

But all professionalism got thrown out the window once y'all started dating.

At first he acted normal like giving them light compliments and all that, but he had never touched them. BUT one day it was a hot day in the base and you were shirtless and only in your underwear he admired your body then his eyes trialed down to your thighs and he stared HARD. He walks up to you all sweet and gently and sits beside you.

Then like his body acted on its own. He reaches his large hand out and puts them on your thigh then squeezes the living hell out of them. The grip he had honestly made you flinched.

Since that day you couldn't look at him the same.

He will call you down to his office and ask you to lock the door behind you. "Pants off." He orders you spreading his own legs open taking a cigar off his desk and lights it smoking it watching you take off your pants and shoes. You do as you were told and stand in front of the desk. "Yes captain?" "Stan down." He says with a smile as he watches you giddily move around the desk so you're closer to him. You sit between his legs laying your head back on his shoulder as he grabs and squeeze your thighs. John puts his chin on your shoulder as he does paperwork normally.

Lets you practice karate on training dummies and sometimes on the new soldiers.

During meetings you have to sit next to him. He likes to feel your thighs during the meeting's squeezing and patting them often like if they were a stress ball.

If you let him. When hes interrogating someone he likes to put you on his lap and massage your thighs as he interrogates them.

When he saw you suffocate someone with your thighs he asked you to show the new people. It's his way of showing you off. "Tis is Sergeant C/n. You treat him with the utmost respect. And today he will be showing y'all one of the fastest ways to disarm or kill the enemy." Price steps back letting Y/n have the floor. "Watch this! Cause i'm only gonna do it once." Y/n says jumping on the training dummy and quickly snapping its neck with his thighs and jumping off it with a proud smile.

Everyone is quick to clap and cheer and some got their hands up for questions. John walks up to you wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him as he kisses your head and says "Nice job hun." "Thank you captain!"

He likes to pick you up by your thighs like you were a baby. He will just walk around normally while you talk and ramble about different things to him.

Gaz!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He doesn't mean to stare at your thighs. But he feels like they are looking at him first soooooo he has to look back a couple times.

He loves to pat them. Like out of nowhere he will give your thighs a light pat.

Loves to show off your thighs. He wants you to feel comfortable and proud about them, so he always shows them off like bringing them up as casually as he can.

"Thick thighs save lives."

One time he was wasted I mean drunk out of his mind. He took off his sunglasses and put them on your thighs and started a casual conversation with them.

Likes to give you daily compliments about your thighs just in case you may feel self concussion about them. And he will hunt you down if he didn't get to say the compliment to you in the morning.

"I love you. I love your thighs. I love your voice, your mind. I love your everything and never forget that."

Gives your thighs little soft kisses and praise when you're feeling bad.

When he found out you had a black belt in karate he was over the moon with ideas. Some are probably going to get you both killed.

He made team combos for the both of you. You two do it on the last enemy or something.

If you teach him some moves you can see him practicing them on dummies and he gets all giddy when he does it right. "Y/N! You saw that shit!"

He forces asks you to watch him while he does one of the moves you taught him on the enemy. And he gets kinda smug and shit when you praise. "Mhm Mhm I did that shit."

He doesn't know how to act after you taught him some basic karate. Like he really thinks hes the shit.

"Y/n. Me and you are basically the unstoppable duo. I'm the looks-" "Hey why are you the looks?!" "Y/n. Be for real." "My thighs are bigger." "Don't pull the thigh card." "Lots of people think the beauty is at the thighs." "Were done. I'm breaking up with you." "You love me too much." "Damn it your right I do love you."

The two of you like to brag about being in the best people in team 141.

Gives you a nose kiss when you're about to leave for a mission. "When you get back tell me all the cool karate moves you did."

The two of you always play fight doing karate moves to one another until say someone hits the other two hard and y'all begin wrestling

"Kyle scoot over my I can't fit your taking all of the room." "It's dem thighs that can't fit." "Scoot the hell over!"

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rvjaa · 11 months

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You know I love you, right?

Simon Riley x fem!reader

Summary; You lost him. But what if you two are destined to meet again? And your paths lead you straight back to each other?

Warnings; angst?, mentions of death, slight fluff i guess?, / soft!simon, happy ending.

A/n; I hope you enjoy this fic! I really liked writing this and if you like it maybe i could do a second part? :)

Word count; 2,4k

You had known Simon since childhood. He and you met in a park when you were little, you had hurt your knee and he noticed, walked up to you and helped you back to your mother. Your mother adored Simon, she took him in like her own and it was the same with Simons mum. She had loved you so dearly and after she was killed, you were destroyed from the inside. They blamed Simon for his mother death, and the second you found out about it you knew it couldn’t be true.

Simon adored his mother and you knew he wouldn’t do anything like that. So after the incident you made it your mission to find him again. They all said he was dead, they said he wasn’t going to come back. You didn’t believe that.

You had enlisted for the army not long after Simons mothers passing. You couldn’t stay home and wallow in Manchester forever so you decided to join the military to help people and maybe with a lot of good luck, find Simon Riley again.

Its been many years since that and you’re still here but now you’re higher rank, one of the most respected women in the bases and if you can say so yourself, a hell of a sniper.

You like working alone, no distractions or awkward conversations and no unnecessary attachments. But now you’re being transferred to Task Force 141, a special operations unit. You have heard about them yes and even though you tried to resist— Kate Laswell said the Captain desperately wanted you on his team.

You gave in and said yes to the offer, so now you’re on your way to their base. You feel nervous, you haven’t worked with a full team for ages and you’re pretty sure your people skills aren’t very good. But you knew that the 141 is a big deal so why not? New opportunities you think.

You’re getting out of the heli and you see a man with a bucket hat jogging towards you and waving. You guess this is the infamous Captain Price and move towards him.

“Sergeant! Happy to have you here. Captain Price” He welcomes you and offers you a hand to shake. You shake his hand and answer “Captain, thank you for having me.” You smile to him and he nods.

“You must want to meet the team yeah? Walk with me.” He says and you start walking towards the base. You walk beside him and listen when he asks something, “so sergeant I hear they call you Dove, is that right?” He asks your callsign and you nod.

“Yeah Dove is good” you answer and he nods at you. You’re having a conversation with the Captain while walking and now you’re here, standing in front of the door conference room.

“Ready Dove?” Price asks you and you exhale. “Yes, lets get this over with.” You answer and he goes first and keeps the door open for you and you nod as a thank you.

“Alright men, this is our new sergeant. Play nice and introduce yourselves please” the Captain says and you look at the first man standing in front of you. “They call me Soap, nice to meet you lass” the mohawk haired man says in a very Scottish accent.

You nod “nice to meet you Soap, they call me Dove” you say repeating his words and he flashes a grin. “Dove eh? What for?” He asks and you smile slightly. “You’ll find out” you raise your eyebrows playfully and he chuckles and moves so the other men can introduce themselves.

The next man is— You don’t know how to describe him. He has a slight boyish charm to him “hey love, I’m Gaz nice to have you on board” he says and smiles at you.

You like him already, he has a good vibe attached to him. “Pleased to meet you Gaz, I’m Dove” you tell him and flash him a small smile.

Then at last but definitely not least a skull masked man comes to your view. Man he is BIG, you think. All you can see from his face is his eyes and they slightly look familiar but you can’t place why they do.

“Ghost” is all he says and you nod at him, not everyone is social and you can respect that. “Dove” you say and you see a weird emotion flicker in his eyes, he only nods and thankfully Price interrupts your weird eye contact.

“So now that we all are introduced you’re dismissed. Dove lets go to my office yeah?” Price says and you finally peer your eyes away from the skull faced man. You nod and step around Ghost to follow Price. Maybe he’ll show you their files finally you think. You had been refused when you had asked for the team’s files before and you’ve been itching to find out who your new teammates are.

“Here we are” the Captain says and you step inside of his office behind him. “So I’ve heard you had been asking the files of our team yes?” He asks you while setting himself down on his chair and you walk to the chair opposite of him.

“Yeah I just wanted to know who I was going to be working with you know.” You say to him while sitting down on the chair and he nods at you and he smiles.

“Well this is your lucky day sergeant. Of course they have seen your file too except the Lieutenant because he hasn’t had any time yet but he will eventually” Price explains and then he opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out a stack of files.

“Here you are, take your time and read through them. I will do some paper work in the mean time.” He hands you the stack and you open the first one and its Gaz— Or Kyle Garrick.

You read through his file and move on to the next one. Its the Captain’s file, John Price huh? It makes sense, his name fits him you think. The next file is Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavishes file and you furrow your brows, John and Johnny? Huh. You smile at the coincidence and go through his file quickly, because you know who’s file the last one is and you’re curious about him.

You place the last file on top and the first thing you notice is that there’s no picture? You brush it off and open the file.

You freeze.

Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

It can’t be him. No no— You can’t believe this. Yes one of the reasons you joined the military was Simon and his sudden disappearance but you had lost hope many years ago— You had shed tears for him and for what? Him to be alive?—

You look to his birthday and you know its him. Bury the feelings, bury the feelings, shove them as down as possible! Whatever— maybe he doesn’t recognize you. Its been years since you last saw each other, you were young then and now you’re older, and definitely not the same person you were 10 years ago and you bet he isn’t either.

“Sergeant? Are you okay?” You hear the Captain ask and you lift your head to look at him and nod. “Yeah I’m almost finished” you answer and he just nods and goes back to his work.

You keep reading Ghosts— Simon’s? File and your eyes widen. He went through hell and you almost can’t believe what you’re reading. Buried alive? Family murdered and staged to look like it was him? Oh god.

You close his file and hand the files back to the Captain “here sir, thank you for letting me read through them.” You say and force a smile.

He nods and stands up “shall we finally take you to your room?” He asks and you nod eagerly. “Yes please” you say and he chuckles.

You’re walking with Price through the halls when you hear a voice calling for him. You instantly recognize it and you tense up “Captain!" Simon jogs up to you— more to the Captain but whatever—

“Can we talk?” Simon asks and you avoid eye contact with him. “Sure just a minute, go to my office I’ll be there in 5” the captain says and you hear a gruffy ‘copy.’

The Captain showed you your new room and then dismissed himself to go meet the Lieutenant. Now you’re sitting on the floor, leaning to your bed— which is surprisingly big.

What are you going to do?

Avoiding him all together would be the best plan but you work together so you don’t want to make it more difficult. Acting clueless? No. He will see through it, you know he would. Maybe just avoid the subject? Yeah. That seems the most reasonable idea.

You sigh and press your face to your hands. You don’t know Simon anymore, so you don’t know how he would— will react.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock. You think to ignore it but then the person on the other side of the door knocks again— but this time softer.

Then you hear your name being called and you freeze at the voice. It’s him— it’s Simon. You slowly start getting up from your sitting position and start creeping towards the door.

Your hands are shaking while you slowly reach to the door handle. You open the door and see him. He looks as anxious— if not more than you. You swallow “Simon.” You exhale and suddenly you’re being pushed back inside of your room, he steps in and slams the door shut.

You don’t know what to expect. Him to yell at you? Maybe.

But no. You’re being pulled in to an embrace.

“I couldn’t find you—“ Simon rasps out while he’s gripping you for dear life. You sneak your arms around his torso. “I thought you were dead” you say

“I thought you were GONE, Simon.” You choke up and suddenly your legs are giving out and he grumbles to the floor with you. He presses his hand on your head and you sob to his chest “I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” You yell at him and hit his chest over and over again.

He grabs you hand and brings it on his heart. “I’m sorry.” Is the only thing he says to you. You can’t say anything to him, you’re just leaning on him. You shake your head in disbelief, you still can’t believe he is alive.

You need to get away from him, you can’t— You can’t do this again. You have already lost him once you can’t risk to go through the pain again. You are both in the military, the job doesn’t promise you coming back from the missions. You’re soldiers, its not allowed to love another soldier. Especially when he’s your lieutenant. But you do love him, oh how you love this man.

The first night you heard he was dead you couldn’t sleep, you threw up all night. The heartbreak was suffocating, you can’t do that again.

You push yourself away from him and get up. You turn your back to him and try to take deep breaths. You hear a small thump on the floor which you assume is something he dropped but still don’t turn back to look.

He calls your name. You shake your head “I can’t do this Simon. I can’t lose you again, i can’t go through that pain again— I just—“ You try to explain but you can’t think straight.

He says your name again but softer. It makes you look at him and you freeze. He’s still on his knees but he took his mask off. You haven’t seen his face in years, oh how he has grown in to his features. Scarred face but still so so handsome, your fingers twitch to touch his face.

A tear slips down your face, you’ve missed him so much. You take your gaze from his face to the wall and close your eyes. You exhale and furrow your brows.

You open your eyes again and turn around. You cant resist the temptation to go to him. You walk towards him and he just stares at you. “Si” you whisper, mostly to yourself but emotion in his eyes flicker when you say his nickname you called him through out the years.

He’s looking up at you, not much because he’s so damn large hes almost to up to your chest even though you’re standing up and he’s kneeling on the floor. You are standing in front of him, smiling slightly you reach your hands towards his face to touch him. You brush over his features and all his scars. He leans in to your touch and closes his eyes.

“I missed you, Simon” you say to him and his eyes open again. The emotion is plastered in his eyes “I know” he says and you frown in confusion, how could he know how much you’ve missed him?

“I missed you too, Dove” he says and smiles to you. You freeze, the nickname he had used for you is now your callsign and you know he knows why.

You sit back down next to him. He raises his arm to loop around your shoulders and you lean back to his touch. Pressing your face on his chest you breathe him in.

“You know I was going to propose you.” He says and you flinch up to look at his eyes in shock.

“I mean not right away, I had this plan. I was going to ask you to a date with me, with good luck you would have said yes, we would’ve dated for a few years, maybe move in together some place nice like you deserved. Then I would’ve taken you out on to the beach you loved so much, have a picnic and ask you to marry me.” He tells you and you feel tears building up.

“I would have said yes you know.” You tell him and he looks surprised. “I’m sorry I gave up on you Simon.” You apologize and look down to avoid eye contact.

“No. I should’ve had worked harder to find you.” Simon shuts you down and tilts your head back from your chin to look at him. “I saw your mother.” He tells you— oh.

“How was she?” You ask and he smiles. “She was shocked to see me, cried a bit. She told me that she hadn’t seen you in years.” He says and you frown.

“I just— I couldn’t go back. There was too many memories it was too painful.” I explained looking to the wall frowning.

He exhales “sweet girl” he says to get your attention back to him. You look back to his eyes, he holds a comforting look in them.

“I can’t lose you again Simon.” You tell him trying to swallow your tears. His hand goes to your cheek “You won’t. I promise you” he says sternly.

“You know I love you, right?”

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"You're Really Gonna Make Me Beg?'

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy and You are assigned on an assassination assignment together. Billy is cold to You until he learns about you at a bar after the mission. Then the night takes an interesting after leaving the bar.

Warnings: Not a whole lot lol. Smut, Hand Kink, Innocence Kink ig (Reader has never cum before), Exhibitionism Kink (they fuck on the wall of a random building outside), Riding, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Bathtub Sex, Kinda a Lil Bit Fluffy, Dom!Billy x Sub!Reader, Pet Names Baby and Doll

Minors DNI

“Nice to meet you! The Name is y/n y/l/n!” I say to the man I had just been assigned to do a kill with. I hold out my hand for him to shake before he just eyes it and replies.

“Billy Russo.” He says with the most straight face I’ve ever seen. His lips in a paper thin straight line.

“Well, do you have all your equipment?” I ask, noticing that he obviously doesn’t want to get to know each other.

“What kind of assassin do you think I am?” He asks, before asking me the same.

“I could ask you the same thing, as soon as I said hi, you seemed to decide that you didn’t like me. So let’s just get this done with so I can get back to my other recreational activities.” I say before picking up my gear and walking away to get into the car.

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We drive to the stake-out location and it’s tense. He is obviously upset about something, but who knows what crawled up his ass and died. You set up on the roof and start assembling your sniper. You preferred snipers, they gave better accuracy and you just needed one shot to take someone down.

You can feel his eyes boring into you as you finish adjusting your position so you can see out the scope of your rifle. He finally starts setting up his own assault rifle. And you resist the urge to watch the man work. He’s methodical and fluid with his movement and god did you think that was hot. Your mind started to drift off to what else those fingers could do before you stopped yourself, “no, this is strictly professional y/n.”

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It took a whole 37 hours before your first target arrived. You didn’t ask your boss much about the two assassinations you were meant to carry out. You just memorized their faces and skimmed over the information in the files. You learned that knowing too much about a target makes it harder to pull your trigger. But then the second arrives as well. This was a pleasant surprise, a simple double kill. You tap Billy’s shoulder before you whisper, “It’s both of them, we could probably take the kill with one shot if we got the angle right.”

He listens as you explain where you need to adjust yourself so you can get the perfect shot. “Okay, am I taking the shot or are you?” he replies.

“You will, your rifle has a better scope and this needs to be precise if we’re taking out the two of them with one shot.” You say back.

You watch as the targets converse, obviously arguing about something. Amidst their argument they finally align just how you had wanted. “Now Billy, take the shot now,” You say.

You watch as Billy silently takes the shot and the bodies fall to the ground. You quickly pack up your equipment as Billy just sits there. You start carrying your equipment down the stairs to clean the area and move their bodies.

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The bodies are buried a couple miles away in a deep grave to make sure they aren’t found any time soon. Once you clean yourself up, you turn to Billy before asking, “I saw a bar a couple miles back near the stake-out area, you want to grab a drink?”

He stares at you for a minute, it feels cold and you swear you shiver, “Why not, I have nothing to go running back to.”

Once you arrive at the bar, you walk in and address the bartender, “Two Whiskeys, Neat, Please,” you say.

You sit down in a booth near the far corner and Billy slides into the seat beside you. You get drinks and start sipping it silently before Billy asks, “Did you see the looks on their faces once they heard the shot?”

You’re surprised that he even talked to you, but you reply nonetheless, “I mean kind of. One of them seemed horrified, 90% sure he legitimately shat himself. But the second, he almost seemed like he wanted it. Like we were about to grant a secret wish that he’d had, y’know?”

He looks at you, as if he didn’t think you’d pay that close attention before, saying,”I didn’t notice anything with the second one. But I do agree with what you said about the first one, he did seem to have shat himself,”he says before chuckling to himself.

You sit in a couple more seconds of awkward silence, while you keep staring at him. “His face, his soft-looking lips, the light stubble of his cheek that you can almost imagine between your thighs- STOP. Y/n this is not professional, but lord forgive me- ugh,” You think before shaking your head in frustration.

You can feel him watching you, you know he noticed you little stolen glances. But he stays silent before asking, “Is there a specific kill that you remember specifically more than others?”

Again, you’re shocked he’s talking to you but again you answer him, “Yes, actually. There was once this big drug tycoon I was assigned to take out. But then once I had disposed of him, I was told to kill the family as well. And the one I remember is his 4 year-old daughter, Clara. I broke into the home, shot the mom and watched as her child sobbed over her. Then I shot the toddler point blank. Her face haunts me, every time I try to sleep at night. Anytime I try to relax her face pops back up in my head.”

“What did you do after?” He asks you, before taking another sip of his drink.

You feel the tears well up in your eyes with the memory of the child, so you down the rest of your drink before answering him. “I cleaned the house and staged it as a break-in robbery gone wrong. Then I wept over them for maybe 20 minutes. Then I reported back to Rawlins and then headed home. Once I was home, I showered and curled up in a ball on my bed and wept some more. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat or drink. I couldn’t do anything, I was practically dysfunctional for the week after that.”

You signal to the bartender for a refill on your whiskey before Billy asks another question, “Why do you think he asked you to do it, Rawlins that is?”

You sigh before you go collect your drinks. You then walk back over to the booth where Billy is before answering him yet again. “He told me that it was so that quote-on-quote no one would miss him, now that he was gone. And that’s how I tried to justify it, but over the years I now think it was just some fucked-up way to make me prove my loyalty to him. I was young and longing for validation, and I was able to get it from Rawlins, but I don’t enjoy it now. It makes me feel dirty, like every kill is leaving another mark or scar on my soul. And I know that one day I’m going to wear too thin and I’ll shatter like glass hitting the ground.”

“What did you do to try and relieve yourself,” he asks before lightly smirking, realizing how dirty that almost sounded.

I side eye him before continuing, “I actually used to make paper flowers as a sort of ode to the ones I had killed. But after Clara, I wasn’t able to anymore. Any time I try to now, my hands start shaking and I start sobbing.”

“Okay, a few more questions and then you can ask me some,” he says smiling lightly. The smile is pretty and you can’t help admiring him but he pulls you out of your mind as he asks, “How old were you when that happened?”

“I was 20, I had started in the army at 17 and left at 20. Rawlins recruited me not too shortly after and one of my first assignments was to kill Clara and her family.”

“Okay, now I have one more,” he says softly.

“Let em rip, I guess,” I state.

“Okay, final question, What do you think would have happened if you hadn’t followed orders? What do you think would have happened to Clara if you hadn’t killed her and her mother?”

“You take another sip of your whiskey before looking back at him, “That’s technically two questions but okay. I probably would have been killed and she would have grown up to have no father. She seemed like a kind girl with good parents despite what her father did. And she seemed to have a love for bunnies. I feel like she probably ended up being a vet or having her own farm one day to feed her love for animals. Married a man that treated her like a princess. Probably would have grown old watching her grandchildren play in her yard as she grew old with a man that she had loved for the last 65 years.”

“So you would have ended up dead if you had denied Rawlins’ orders. If you could go back, would you and not kill her. Would you trade your life for hers?” Billy asks before sipping his drink.

“I thought the last one was the final question,” I say with a chuckle. ”Well, absolutely. 1000% I would trade my life for hers. She had a great life ahead of her, she would bring more good to the world than her father brought bad. I have been far from treated like a princess my whole life and my poor home life made my experience non-ideal. I have never had or brought anything but pain into the world. She had a wonderful life ahead of her while I still have a tormenting one.”

He seems to listen intently as I answer all of his questions. After a few seconds he says, “I’m gonna grab the next round of drinks and then it’s your turn.”

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I asked him the same questions he asked me. And I listened as he told me about how he was abandoned as a child making him carry a degree of resentment towards his mother. As he talked about his best friend and army buddy Frank Castle. Noticing the light in his eye as he described Frank as his brother and only family.

While he was talking to you, you continued admiring him. He was deserving of Frank’s nickname for him, Pretty Boy. You kept swapping from looking him in the eye and looking back down to his lips. Hypnotized by the simple action of him licking his lips as he continued speaking. He made you feel safe as you talked. He made you want to be held by him, like he would comfort you sweetly as you pour your heart and soul out for him. Like he would wipe away your tears and make you feel loved for the first time.

You continued speaking for about 2 more rounds of drinks before he asked something else, “Hey, can I ask you an unusual request?”

“Sure?” you reply, wondering what it might be.

“Okay follow me,” He quickly places some bills on the bar before holding out his to you for you to take.

“Where might we be going exactly,” you ask as you take his hand, but he doesn’t answer.

He doesn't say a word as he leads you out into the darkened street. It's quieter out here and there is no one to be seen except for the two of you. He stops suddenly and turns to look at you. He then steps closer.

You stared into his eyes longingly, trying not to keep glancing down at his lips but you can't help it.

He stares into your eyes for a moment longer, then leans in and pulls you close, his breath warm against your lips.

Your lips meet and you put more passion into the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth as you lean in close to him.

You begin to wrap your arms around him. You melt into his embrace, pushing up closer against him as you continue to return his passion. Your hands begin to run through his hair and hold him tighter against you.

His hands drift lower as they reach the top of your shirt, beginning to trace their way beneath.

You feel his hands go under your shirt as you grip him from the roots of his hair and pull him closer by his belt loop.

As you grip him by his pants, you feel his hands running all the way to the edge of your bra. He grips one of your breasts with one hand while the other roams freely over your frame. You feel his hand trail back down to your waist, tracing the edge of your panties with his index finger.

Your hands are shaking slightly as you unfastened his belt. You can feel him shiver lightly as the tension builds between you both.

"Are you gonna fuck me baby? please baby" you whine against his lips as you unzip his pants

“I just might,” he says smiling down at you.

“You’re really gonna make me beg?” You ask

“I kind of want you to, yeah,” He says, slightly laughing.

“Fuck Me Pretty Please Sir, I’ll be a good girl,” You beg, sticking out your lip in a fake, overdramatic pout.

He pulls you closer and with a grin on his lips and leans close to your ear before saying, with a tease in his voice, "Is that an order?"

"Do you want it to be?" you whisper back teasingly.

“No, sir doesn’t take orders. Though I am contemplating carrying it out anyway,” he says grinning.

"Well Sergeant, you may not want to take orders, but can I make a request maybe?" You ask

"I'm listening, soldier," His voice is soft and teasing. It's as if he likes when you call him "Sergeant."

"What if you fucked me right now, right here until I couldn't walk. And then you took me back to your hotel room and fucked me some more. Then you held me in your arms after we were done and we fell asleep together. What if you did that for me...Sergeant?" You say with a sly smile

“I don’t know, if I took requests and orders from subordinates, what kind of sergeant would I be? Although I can’t say I’m not tempted.” He says grinning

“You would be a good one, at least in my opinion. Especially when your subordinates ask you for such a sensitive request.” You say fake pouting at his response.

"I think it's a very specific request," he continues teasing back, his grin growing wider. "I think maybe someone is just trying to get around the rules.”

"How about you follow through with it, Sir. You'd be a good Sergeant if you did…Sir" You slowly unzip his pants as you talk.

His smile is growing wider as you unzip his pants. He watches as you slowly tease him. "And if I do, how would you show your appreciation?"

“Maybe an oral...presentation," you say lowering down to my knees

He watches as you lower yourself onto your knees in front of him. His smile widens even more as he stares down at you. "And what else would you be willing to give?"

"Maybe a taste of dessert and then a multi round event" you say before kissing down his stomach.

"And just how many rounds to this event are we talking about?" he murmurs with a chuckle in his voice. As you keep kissing down his stomach, his hands begin to run through your hair and grip it tighter at the roots.

"As many as you want, Sergeant" you say grinning. You slowly pull down his briefs and grip his cock before stroking it.

You slip it into your mouth as you bob up and down. He groans lowly before gripping your hair tighter, controlling your movements. You slowly take more and more of him into your mouth before you’re deepthroating him.

His cock was big, like bigger than you’d ever seen. You had only had sex once before, and relied mostly on your toys and porn, but wow he was generously endowed.

He grips your hair guiding your inexperienced mouth to bring him the pleasure you so desired to give him. You choke slightly as he comes down your throat, cursing under his breath before bringing you back up to kiss him.

He can taste himself on your tongue as he kisses you roughly. You moan into the kiss as you feel him slowly pull down your jeans and panties. He traces your cunt with his finger as he says, “Aww, so wet f’me baby. And to pair it with such a tight little cunt is sinful.”

“All for you Billy, all for you,” you say breathless as he starts pumping his ring and index finger into you.

Your skin prickles with the thought of being out on the street like this. Anybody could see you propped up against this building. Your cunt clenches at the thought as Billy pumps faster in and out, adding his thumb rubbing your clit to the equation. You feel a pit in your stomach, it is unfamiliar to you as you shift at the new feeling. “Billy, my tummy feels funny,” you babble at him.

“What do you mean bunny?” He asks, obviously a little confused at your statement.

“I feel like there’s a pit in there, almost like a knot to be untied,” you say, still not knowing what it was.

“Oh baby,” he coos, “that means you’re gonna cum.” He says softly, smiling down at you.

You look at him dazed, both from what he said and what you now know was your impending orgasm. He brings his mouth to your neck, kissing softly of your collarbone and sucking marks down on the previously “empty” skin. You whimper in his ear as you feel your orgasm start to come crashing down on you.

“Come for me baby, It’s okay, let go baby,” Billy coos into your neck as you continue to whine and whimper.

You finally let go and all you feel is bliss. You’d never felt anything like this before. You feel light as a feather and like your skin prickles. You feel Billy still slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he eases you down from your orgasm. You look at him with half-lidded eyes as you feel his hand wrap around your neck to pull you into a kiss.

You whimper a little as he ceases his fingers movements, still sensitive from your orgasm. You feel him rub his tip up and down your slit before sliding into your tight cunt. The stretch blissfully burns once Billy is fully inside you. He experimentally rocks his hips back and forth, eliciting a moan from your mouth. “God this cunt’s like a vice, gripping so good baby,” Billy moans in your ear.

He slowly starts bucking up into you. You can feel the brick of the building behind you scraping the skin of your back but you don’t care. You’ve never had sex like this before, this was borderline, no this WAS euphoric.

He starts circling your clit as he continues pumping in and out of you. You feel a now familiar knot in your stomach slowly tying itself again. His thrusts become erratic and you feel his cock twitch inside you as his movements on your clit become more hurried.

You practically scream before Billy slaps a hand over your mouth as you come. “Gotta be quiet baby, you can’t be allerting someone of our current predicament now can we,” he teases at you. But you can’t even focus, there are stars swimming in your vision and your brain feels fuzzy. ‘

“Can I come inside you baby? Please baby I really need to come,” Billy pleads.

“Go ahead Billy, oh please Billy come inside of me,” you moan. You didn’t even care that you had met the man less than 48 hours ago. He was fucking you too good to even care in the first place.

He thrusts into you a few more times before he spills his spend into you. You feel him continue fucking his cum into you before he slows to a stop inside you. “God, that was, that was wow.” Billy says breathlessly.

“Agreed,” you reply, your brain not being able to formulate more than that.

He slowly pulls out of you and sets you on the ground on uneasy legs. You catch yourself on the wall behind you as Billy adjusts himself back into his pants. He pulls you into his arms after fixing your bottoms. He lifts you bridal style and carries you down the street to where your car was.

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When you arrive at the hotel, you try to stumble out of the car on your own but you almost fall flat on your ass. Billy thankfully catches you before you hit the pavement and helps you up to your shared room on wobbly legs. Once you’re in the room Billy presses you against the door and kisses you again.

You pull him closer by the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He lifts you up again and you wrap your legs around his waist before he carries you to the bed. He unceremoniously throws you on the bed before he pulls away from you.

“Have you never come before this?” He asks as he kisses down your body, reaching under your shirt to lift it over your head.

“No sir,” you reply sheepishly. You lift your head and he pulls your shirt over it.

“Aww, baby’s never come. So no one’s ever gone down on you before?” He asks, cooing at you slightly.

“Nuh uh,” you say, shaking your head.

“He slowly kisses down your stomach before unbuttoning your pants again. He taps you on the thigh, signaling you to lift your hips. You slightly raise them before he peels both your bottoms down in a swift movement. He throws them aside in some corner of the room to be found later.

He continues kissing down your stomach, inching closer to your cunt. You can feel it pulsing with arousal. He lowers head to your cunt before looking up at you through hooded eyes before licking a long stripe up your cunt.

Your hands fly to his hair as he continues his actions. Slowly adding his index and middle finger into the mix again. He expertly sucks on your clit as he eats you out. His nose nudges your clit when his mouth joins his fingers.

You feel another knot building in you as you grips his hair at the roots. Your moans and whimpers bounce off the room, echoing in your ears. The knot bursts once he curls his finger slightly inside you. You swear your soul left your body, you could look back down on yourself.

When you come back to, you hear a bath running and a warm washcloth gently cleaning your legs. You open your eyes and look up to see Billy cleaning you up. You shift a little and Billy looks back up at you and says, “Look who's awake again.”

He chuckles a little as he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you in the tub before stripping and settling in behind you. You turn around and straddle him before pulling him into another lengthy kiss. God, you haven’t been this horny for years. You’re so sensitive but my god were you ready for another round.

You grab his cock and slowly guide it back into you. You feel so full but it feels so good too. You rock your hips back and forth as Billy groans against your lips. You pull away from him for a breath and he returns his face to the crook of your neck. You moan breathlessly as he sucks new marks on top of the old ones.

“Oh you’re such a good girl, baby,” He groans, “I would fuck you all day if I could.”

“Why can’t you,” you ask, ”I mean, I don’t see why we couldn’t continue whatever this is. I would open if you are.”

“I would love that baby,” he says breathlessly against your collarbone.

He grips your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock. You grind down on his hips as he sheathes you on his cock. You feel like you might split in two as he fucks up into you. You ride him slowly as the warm water swishes around you.

You feel delighted as he stares up at you, like you’re a piece of art. Your head rolls back in tandem with your eyes, he was utter bliss. The intimacy of riding him slowly in the bath was so delicate. You felt so fragile in that moment, as if his gaze could shatter if it lingered too long.

He quickened the rolls of your hips, his hands gripping harder at your hips. He grounds you down further so your clit is stimulated as well. “I’m gonna come Billy, please I’ve been a good girl,” you whine as you feel yourself on the precipice of tipping over.

“Hold on baby, I wanna come at the same time baby,” he groans in your ear as he bucks up into you faster and faster. “Now baby, you can let go now,” he whispers to you as you feel him twitch inside of you.

You feel like you’re floating as you feel yourself collapse onto Billy. He strokes your back lovingly as he stays inside of you, comforting you after your high. God, you felt like you were in heaven.

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You didn’t remember much more after your 6th orgasm, but you wake up feeling Billy’s arm cradling you. “Mornin’ doll,” he says to you when he notices you’re awake.

He gets up and starts getting dressed before signaling for you to do the same. You wobble on your legs before you collapse onto the floor. You wince a little when you hit the floor and Billy comes around the bed to pick you off the floor, “Sorry about that, forgot the effects of last night.”

You chuckle at his comment as you steady yourself using his shoulders, his hands on your waist keeping you up-right. He sets you back in bed before asking if you wanted room service.

He orders pancakes, bacon, and orange juice. When it arrives he crawls into bed with you and helps feed you your breakfast. Once the two of you are finished eating, he helps you redress. Billy helps you back downstairs to your car while you stumble out of the hotel you had stayed in. Now all you had to do was hide this from Rawlins when you checked in with him for the assignment.

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“How are we going to distract Rawlins from the fact that my legs don’t work?” You ask Billy as he drives towards your checkpoint, hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing it.

“I suppose you stay close to the car and use it for support? It would be obvious if I was holding you up and you would fall on your ass again if you tried to support yourself,” He tells you simply.

Once you reach the checkpoint, your legs weren’t non-functional, but they were still far from functional. You mostly stayed at the hood of the car as Billy got out and led Rawlins close to the car so the pair of you could complete the check-in. You can feel Rawlins’ eyes on you as you lean on the car for support, however, if he caught on he didn’t say anything.

Once you finish the check in and Rawlins is back in his car driving away, Billy asks, “So, where might your pretty little head live? Or do you want to go back to my penthouse?”

You chuckle a little before you answer, “I wouldn’t mind seeing your place, although I do think Rawlins figured out what we did. It felt like he shot daggers at me.”

Billy laughs before, responding with a simple, “probably,” before starting the car.

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A/N

Hope you guys liked the story! I do have to admit, I have never actually cum before either lol. Would love for someone to change that fact but tragically nobody has. Anyways, Have a great night, my request and messages are always open. Love Y'all, Mwah!

#billy russo smut #billy russo x reader #billy russo x reader smut #he's the loml #Ugh I'd let him choke me

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prettyboypistol · 3 months

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how do you think would mercs react to reader calling them pet names in his native language that is not english obviously 👀 might be sfw or nsfw, whatever you like more ❤️

TF2 Mercs Reacting To Native Language Pet Names!

Scout

Gets like, REALLY flustered initially. A "Uh, what did you call me?" then "O-oh. Nice! Nice!... Haha okaaaaay! Great!"

Man starts mimicking you and your accent subconsciously (ADHD echoing go brrr) and likes stimming by rolling his rs and doing the special sounds your language does that are different from English.

Soldier

"YOU MAGGOTS HEAR THAT! CUPCAKE HERE THINKS I'M A COWZONE!" "I SAID CORASON!" "MEDIC! HE'S HALLUCINATING! HE THINKS I'M FOOD!"

After you explain it, he gets all giddy and lovey dovey on you, he's got a thing for you talking in your first language.

Pyro

Deadass? I headcanon Pyro to be a polygot. They know what you're saying regardless of what language you speak.

When they hear the petname you shout as good luck, they turn around and make a heart with their fingers and shout something back. It sounded vaguely like your language..?

Demoman

Will hit you with a scottish one right back, it becomes a war of the pet names until you both end up cuddled tightly in each other's arms and on the brink of sleep as you murmur out little sweet nothings.

Has no idea what you're saying but can understand it's affectionate because of the context.

Engie

"What's that, darling? Didn't quite catch that." You say it in English. "Oh! Well ain't you sweet! C'mere hun."

Not as flusterable on the outside, but internally freaking the fuck out because that was SO CUTE!!!

Heavy

Maaaaan. RIP you. This dude's barely got a grasp on English, that could be your only language and this would still work.

If you explain it to him, then he gets all smiley with you and kisses your cheek.

Medic

"Ah, danke liebe." "No problem, cher." "Oh! You speak another language? Amazing! I know that one- wait, do I? Let's see... German, Latin, English..."

Finds it absolutely adorable. If he doesn't know the language he asks you to teach him so you two can gossip together behind people's backs.

Spy

THE RESIDENT POLYGOT. LIKE, HEADCANONED TO BE HIRED ON TO BRIDGE THE LANGUAGE BARRIER LEVELS OF LANGUAGE KNOWLEDGE.

Imma be real it doesn't even register that you spoke in something other than English, but he instinctually switched to your language mid conversation more out of habit than anything.

Sniper

"Awe, using that first-language charm on me, eh? Well that's not gonna let you use me rifle. Sorry chickadee."

Sees it as more of a teasing to try (and failing) to fluster him or get what you want.

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maezysworld · 5 days

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Test subject x The ghoul pt. 2

pt. 1

Pairing: cooper howard x fem! cat mutant & sniper reader

hi friends once again I am dyslexic so this is probably not the best but I hope you all enjoy it anyways (I’m always open to feed back as long as your nice about it)

Warnings: slow burn, writer is dyslexic, might be slightly out of character, a whole lot of guns, use of y/n, blood mention, sad dog (not a dead dog a sad dog)

context: you are part cat due to being experimented on you have the cat ears and eyes along with all there senses (i do plan on making a full backstory)

You guys have been walking for awhile few words exchanged. your walking a head of him with the dog by your side, you’ve been following the sent of the vault dweller as the dog follows the doctors. “what her name” you ask the ghoul. “she ain’t mine.” he says in response dry and uninterested in your attempt to start a conversation. “why the hell do you have a random dog?” you ask confused but not really surprised. “The doctors, and just how do you know where we’re going.” he says not knowing if you’re following the dog or leading her. “I have my ways” you say before you stop walking and lift your mask just to show your nose, as you take a deep breath you notice that the doctors sent smells different smells bloodier. the dog runs ahead to a fallen huge piece of metal, it looked like it was apart of a building but your not to sure. you start to jog ahead following the dog, the ghoul not far behind. Once you catch up you see a headless body that belongs to the doctor, the dog lays her head on his lap and makes a short whimper noise.

you crouch down next to her petting her head “I guess we found our man.” you say looking up at the ghoul. “part of him.” he says looking around foot prints catching his eyes. “so what’s this information you have for me.” he sounds frustrated that you haven’t told him yet (and your surprised he hasn’t shot you for not telling him yet) “the value dweller has his head and is going to a woman named moldavor.” you say now standing looking at the ghoul, he doesn’t respond. You lift your mask just above your nose again taking another whiff of the air. “what in hell are you doin?” he says turning to look at you “do you ever take off that mask?” he says a moment later. “not around strangers I don’t” you say putting your mask back on now knowing what direction she’s heading.

“you must be fuckin hideous hiding your face in this world” he says lightly laughing. “something like that, here” you throw him a chem, you have met quite a few ghouls (well the non feral ones) are normally fairly nice, so you started carrying chems on you when ever you have space just in case. “I’m not to sure how many you have but I know you’ll need one soon.” you say as he catches it, he looks at you confused maybe a little Great-full too.

“well we know where she’s heading we can stop here for now” the ghoul says. about 20 minutes later you guys have a fire going and sitting down, no words spoken. “I’m y/n” you try to start a conversation to no response. “do you wanna tell me yours?”. “do you wanna take off that damn mask?” the ghoul snaps back. you sigh, “okay mr ghoul, no need to be so rude” you whisper as you wipe down your gun. the ghoul heard you but choses to ignore it “do you ever take off the mask” he says sounding a lot less defensive. “depends” you reply “on what?” he asks curiously. “if im alone yeah sure, with others it really depends on who im with” you say never looking up at him “so your hiding something.” his words sound like a question but his tone tells you it’s not, “I can keep watch if you want to rest” you say, the ghoul doesn’t move. you put your pistol in your holster while the ghoul watches your every move, you stand up and stretch a bit and walk around where your little camp is “are you not tired?” you ask the ghoul, once again he doesn’t respond he just puts his hat over his face ‘thanks for the response’ you think to yourself.

after a few minutes you sit back down with your back turned to the ghoul and you take off your mask. it’s hard to hear and see in that thing and if your going to be in the dark you’d prefer to have any advantage you can in a fight, and well having built in night vision it’s pretty handy. you pull your jacket hood up to cover your ears to the best of your ability. you put out the fire, after about 26 minutes you see figures running in your direction it’s a pack of ghouls you nudge the ghoul to wake him up “you should get up there’s a handful of ghouls coming our way” you say before putting back on your mask and standing up with your pistol out, the ghoul stands up trying to see what your looking at but it’s practically pitch black but he hears the footsteps and that’s all he really needs. the dog runs up and attacks one of the ghouls and with our fully thinking you follow, but the ghoul stays his distance. you shoot a few only killing 3 as your reloading you hear one coming from behind you, you turn and pistol whip them as they fall to the ground you feel another one grab your ankle. You take out your switch blade and stab it in the side of his neck before kicking him with your other foot grabbing the back out after your ankle was released and stabbing him in the head again, blood gets everywhere your eyes on your mask are practically covered in blood. you focused alittle to hard on whipping it off when you get tackled to the ground by another, you can’t even see what’s attacking you as you struggle to take off your gas mask while kicking this thing off if you. After you get it off is when you feel the ghouls dead weight on your body with a bullet threw his head you shove him off and you start to stand up “you were really about to let the last one take you?” the ghoul laughs, you wipe the blood off of your face and brush yourself off “yeah well I expected to get a-bit more help from you.” you say irritated “I wanted to see if you could hold your own. clearly you can’t” he says stepping closer “I didn’t think I had to dickhead, I assumed you had my back.” you say sounding more and more pissed off. “they got your mask off?” he asks knowing the answer considering he saw your face. you turn away making sure your ears are still covered from the man, “you ain’t ugly, so why wear it?” “I’ll answer that question the day you tell me your name.” you scoff. “fair enough little miss” he sounds more chear full, that makes your blood boil. ‘took almost losing my life to have him pleased, fuck off’ you think to yourself grabbing your mask and getting as much blood off of it as you can.

VERY SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG I’m sorry it’s not the best my wifi has been supper weird and I had to do this all on my phone and I’ve been sick the past few days☹️ but hopefully it’s good enough!!

#cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #fallout #fallout series #fallout show #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard x female reader #cooper howard x you #fallout x reader #fallout fanfic

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morskisir · 2 months

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The public is VERY interested in your Sniper thoughts. Please, I need them. Phobias? Eating habits? Can he dance? *Should* he? Is he aware when he makes direct eye contact he looks scary af? Is he good at poker or does he not even play?

You are one of my strongest followers o7 THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS!!! I will answer them all individually below.

Phobias?

If we're talking about proper phobias and not fears in general, then he doesn't really have any? UNLESS you count social phobia, which, yeah, he's got that. (I would like to clarify social phobia and social anxiety disorder are different things but he's got both of them, so.)

Social phobia is like, specific social situations that will continuously bring you anxiety/fear. The shit that will have him shaking every single time is a person genuinely trying to get to know him. Even a simple question such as "What's your favourite colour?" could set him off into a state of anxiousness. He LOATHES conversations like that, he wants to be left alone, he's not anyone you should pay attention to, he's not interested in doing this, go away. His fear of being known past the point of "professional assassin" is deep and greatly impacts his life. What the fuck are social relationships am I right?

Another social situation would be: phone calls! You can imagine how nice it is for him to only be able to call his parents when he isn't visiting them at their home in Oz. <3 It's the fear of I cannot see this person and I don't know how they're really reacting to this. He already isn't the best at reading people's faces, phone calls are just another level of hell.

2. Eating habits?

MEAT. MEEEAAAAT- if he could get away with only eating meat the rest of his life he fucking would. Alas, meat doesn't give your body all of the fuel it needs. Heartbreaking. (Not for me I dislike meat sdgkhdskg)

He will still insist on having meat in every fucking meal, and do not, do NOT make a steak that isn't at least a little bit raw. This guy's an animal. Give him his blue steak or he'll think your cooking is shit.

Anyways, I wouldn't say he eats a lot. He eats enough, I guess. Cunt's just running on a lot of coffee + a couple of cigarettes. He's more addicted to caffeine than tobacco.

3. Can he dance?

No. I don't know if Australian schools did this, let alone in his time, but if they did: he would skip every single P.E. class where they would do dancing instead of just chucking some ball around. He is SCARED he doesn't want to be in such close proximity with someone else hksdgkj (except Spy) (who said that) He doesn't have interest in learning how to dance, either. If he's drunk and you somehow get him to dance you'll see a horrible, non-existent dance move.

4. Should he?

No. Spy would beg to differ.

5. Is he aware when he makes direct eye contact he looks scary as fuck?

Yes and no. When he stares at someone on purpose to scare them away- it works! It's reliable! He's aware of the power that stare holds! He just doesn't realise he kind of always looks like that. The Stare(tm) is simply even more intense. There is a great darkness in his eyes........... /ref

6. Is he good at poker or does he not even play?

He can play it! He's only really decent at it- it's not his thing. Only really learned how to play it through peer pressure. (there is lore to this, but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Scout begs Sniper to play with him and he very begrudgingly accepts because no one else does hdsghj. He is very bored and would rather read his tracking books, but he cannot escape the ADHD. (You call out the smallest act of sympathy he just did and he'll beat the shit out of you)

^ Scout when he wants to play poker

#ask #tf2 #sniper #sniperspy mention wow!!! unexpected!!!#nishart

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desert-fern · 8 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 23: Lights Down Low

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*GIF is not mine… regretfully because look at this man!

A/N: Chapter title from MAX’s song Lights Down Low

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Smutty smut, unprotected piv, oral (fem receiving), riding, teasing (it's Jake... he's a tease and a talker), brief moment of scar insecurity, very little plot but meh, lmk if I missed anything!

THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT WRITING SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE! ALSO THIS IS ANOTHER MINORS FUCK OFF CHAPTER!

Word Count: 5.4k

Masterlist >> Part 22 >> Part 24

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Tears pricked at her eyes and Bear grabbed his arm. “Come in. Please.” A reunion that she had been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time was happening now. She was still emotionally fraught from her conversation with Bug and the feelings that had sprouted while talking and training with her team. So this… this would be hard.

Jake swallowed thickly, nodding quickly as he let her lead him into the house. Seeing her face, the very same one that had soothed and haunted his dreams over the long months, was like a punch to the stomach. “Teddy I…”

“Jake…”

“Sorry.” They both said in unison, small chuckles erupting as they stood awkwardly in the entryway of her home.

“I missed you,” Bear whispered. “I wanted to call you so many times, but I couldn’t.” Her heart broke at the sadness that overtook his face as her words made their impact. “They wouldn’t let me.”

“I missed you too.” His voice was quiet, watching her face flicker between so many indistinguishable emotions that it would take him hours to figure out a single one. “I thought about you everyday.”

A bittersweet smile overtook the current look of regret that was tattooed on her face as Bear looked up at his face. In all the time she had spent with him, every second spent curled up in his arms, every kiss shared, Jake had never once looked at her the way he did now. She didn’t know what was going on in his head, but whatever it was had him scanning every inch of her face as he searched for something. “I wanted to see you,” Bear said lamely, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth.

Why was she nervous? That’s what Jake wanted to know. Every part of his brain and heart were screaming at him to move. To take her in his arms and never let her go. To make her his, in whatever way he could. But despite all that, his feet wouldn’t move. He was stuck still with a misplaced sense of fear, because what if after those five months she had realized that it had just been a trauma bond? What if she realized that Rooster was right?

“Jake?” Her voice was distant, coming closer as Bear stepped up to him, her hand coming up to cradle his jaw. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth of her skin on his own. “Jake, honey. Look at me.”

And when he did, everything seemed to fall into place. Green eyes met brown, like they had so many times since meeting, but now, now the air around seemed different. “There you are,” Bear said softly, thumb brushing a stray tear that had fallen down his cheek without his noticing. “My Flyboy.”

“Teddy…”

Jake reached out, placing a hand on her ribs and reeling her close, chuckling as she had to steady herself against his chest. Bear had longed to be in his arms the moment she had left them, desired this feeling late at night when she couldn’t sleep. His warmth washed over her, easing the chill deep in her soul. Jake was here.

She stepped closer, her eyes closing as she pressed her forehead against his, the pair of them breathing shakily as their bodies tried to force them closer. Her hand on his jaw had slid around to the nape of his neck, fingers burying themselves in the short hairs. A quick glance up and Bear found herself caught in the forest that was the ever-darkening green of Jake’s eyes. The heat from his body made her head spin and Bear knew that finally, finally she could be his. He wanted her and he had made that clear since the start, so she closed the distance, slotting their mouths together.

Jake’s arms moved first, curling around her upper back and pulling her to his chest. He felt Bear do the same, her arm pressing them ever closer as their lips met again and again. She shifted in his arms, this time hugging him. Bear had buried her face in his neck, breathing him in. The sandalwood cologne of his that she loved filled her nose as she pressed her face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

She was safe. Jake was here and nothing else mattered.

Bear pulled back just enough to look at Jake’s face, smiling at the love she found there, before diving in to kiss him again. She took full advantage of the small hitch in his breath, nipping at his lower lip once, twice before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue.

His mouth opened to her and his tongue met hers, quickly fighting for control of the kiss. Jake moved his hand to her jaw, tilting her head just enough for him to bite back at her lips, grinning into the kiss when Bear gasped.

She pulled back, watching Jake’s face draw into a sharp smirk as he took her in. The flushed cheeks, spit-slick lips, and chests heaving for breath only increased the desire that echoed through their bodies. Jake stepped forward and toed off his shoes as he followed her through her house.

They came close enough for Bear to steal another peck before she backed off again.

Bear’s heart was pounding. After months, months of waiting, finally they were here now. So she continued stepping back, letting Jake follow after her. His darkened eyes tracked her up the stairs and down the hallway. The stare igniting a fire in her veins and the ache between her legs seemed to thrum louder at the look on his face.

She had gone to slip through the door, to meet him on the bed, but Jake’s arm snapped out, grabbing her wrist and pressing her against the wall. It made him grin as he caught the brief wide-eyed look on her face before she grabbed his face, pulling him into another searing kiss.

When Jake broke the kiss moments later, he grinned at the half-whine that had escaped the woman pressed against him. He ducked his head to mouth at her jaw, biting and sucking in a trail from her pulse point to under her ear. Bear bit back a groan when his teeth nipped at her skin, trying her best to keep quiet. Jake pulled off, turning her face to look at him. “If you stifle another sound, we’re done here darlin’,” he hissed, catching the look of indignation that flared in her eyes at his words.

“No we aren’t,” Bear growled, both hands coming up to shove him back against the opposite wall. She stalked forwards and drew his head down into a bruising kiss that stole his breath. She fought him for dominance over the kiss, winning for just a moment before Jake grabbed at her hips, making her stutter in her movements.

“Why. Are. You. Still. Talkin’?” Jake breathed between kisses. His head was spinning from how close Bear was, from the feeling of her hands that had slid under his shirt, from her finger tracing his abs, and from the way she kissed him like she would lose him. He’d been hard since she’d first bit at his lips. Since she led them closer to her room. Hell, Jake wanted nothing more than to fuck her here in the hallway, hear her cries as the pictures rattled with the force of each thrust, but he refrained for now. There would be time for that later. Right now though, Jake could ignore the ever-growing problem in his jeans, if only to fulfill a promise he had made what felt like forever ago.

Just to be contrary, Bear pulled away, swiping her hand through the string of saliva connecting their lips. “Because I can.” The look in her eye was practically daring him to do something about it, and dare he did.

Jake spun them around, pressing her back against the wall where he had stood not moments before. The picture nearest her rattled against the wall and Bear reached out to steady it. Jake scoffed and dropped to his knees before her. “I must not be doin’ enough if you can still focus on a fuckin’ picture.” The purr in his tone had Bear’s knees buckling, making Jake’s face split into a grin when his hand over her lower stomach was the only thing keeping her upright. “Besides, I promised to make you beg, darlin’.”

Fuck. The fucking ego on this man. Bear’s thoughts were a mess, but they were gone in a heartbeat. In that short period of time, Jake had ripped her shorts down her legs and buried his face in her pussy. She writhed at the feeling, head falling back to thud against the wall as a moan ripped from her chest.

The hand holding her up grabbed at her thigh, tossing a leg over his shoulder to give him better access as Jake flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe through her folds, from her weeping slit up to her clit. Sucking her clit into his mouth, Jake let himself bite down on the sensitive nub, grinning as Bear shrieked his name. She wound her hand in his hair and pulled him in closer to her heat, keeping him there. “Fuck. Jake. Right there!”

His responding groan against her clit had her eyes rolling back in her head, another whine leaving her chest in a strangled sound. Jake popped off her clit, choosing to focus on her weeping cunt, fucking his tongue into her. Her taste exploded on his tongue, the tanginess enough to have him groaning into her.

Bear’s hips bucked up into his movements, aborted little motions that tried and failed to deepen her pleasure. Jake’s hand had left her knee, pushing her back to the wall, stilling her. “Jake! Come on! I’m so close!” She ground her hips down against his mouth, riding his tongue as much as she could. “Jake! Fuck!”

A finger crept up to prod at her entrance, slipping into her wet heat. Jake nudged at her walls, crooking his finger to just graze the spot that had Bear try and and fail to stifle a yell. His words replayed in her mind and she’d be damned if she made him stop now.

“Guess I’m staying away from there,” Jake hummed, as he watched Bear’s face and saw her struggle to find a response. “I need to hear you beg first, Teddy.”

Her mouth fell open, staring at him in open frustration. Bear snarled, tugging his hair and pulling his face to look up at her, her already labored breath hitching as she took in Jake on his knees. His blonde hair was a mess from her hands gripping and pulling at it, and his eyes. Those green eyes held nothing but a smugness and pride that she hadn’t seen since the night they first met. Bear was well and truly fucked. He’d been attractive in his khakis, in his flight suit, in the sweatpants he’d lived in after his crash, but now? Now, the look on his face was sinful, made even worse by her wetness on his lips and chin.

It gave her a sense of pride. So between heaved breaths, Bear managed to growl “Don’t you dare hold off on me, Flyboy. You run your mouth all the time, put it to good use and make me cum.” She shoved his head down to where she needed it most, but his hand clenched around her wrist, stopping her movements.

“You aren’t in charge here, darlin’.” His voice was gravely, thick with desire and full of an ego that had clearly been well earned. “I am. So I’ll move at my own pace, once you say please for me.”

Whatever Bear was about to say got abruptly cut off by Jake ducking back down and lapping at her cunt that was practically dripping under his ministrations. Bear was a revelation under his tongue, squirming and crying out so loudly that he was glad that they hadn’t tried something sooner. She would have had to muffle her sounds and that was as good as treasonous in his eyes, especially given how responsive she seemed to be.

So he redoubled his efforts, fucking his tongue into her as two of his thick fingers crept up on that one spot hidden in her smooth, wet walls that clenched around him. He grazed that spot inside as he lapped at her cunt, nose bumping her clit every time Bear ground down against him. Jake could feel Bear clenching around his fingers, her legs shaking from how close she was for the second time now.

Bear was so close to shattering on his tongue, her orgasm having brought her higher and higher until the only place left to go was down. “Please Jake!” Desperation seeped into her tone, begging him to bring her back down. Pleading with him to draw her orgasm out of her. “Please!”

He growled something that sounded vaguely like “Good girl” before continuing until he felt her shatter around his fingers, her velvety walls squeezing almost too tightly around his fingers. Her mouth was open above him in a silent scream of pleasure as her vision whited out and her ears rang from the force of the orgasm he’d drawn from her.

Jake drank up every bit of her cum that he could get under his tongue, getting his fill of her. Distantly, he heard her whine and her hands batted at his head, trying to push him off. One last lick and Jake stood, keeping his hand on her hip, pressing her back against the wall as her legs shook. He’d be lying if he wasn’t proud of making her shatter with just his mouth, but he could gloat about that later.

Bear met his lips in a messy kiss, grinning as she tasted herself on his lips, feeling the remains of her orgasm on his face. “Tease,” she breathed against his mouth. “You and your fucking mouth.”

“I got you to say please, didn’t I?” Jake was unbelievably smug, he had Bear beg for him, plead with him to let her cum. The same woman who’d bragged months ago about not having to say please. How the tides had turned.

“Fuck you.” But there was no trace of malice in her tone, Bear hardly had enough brain function left to stand, let alone fire back a clever line. God, she couldn’t remember the last time a man had wrung an orgasm that strong from her. Luckily for her, she had a man standing before her, her cum on his lips, who seemed hell-bent on making it happen as many times as she wanted.

That smug smile was back on his face and Jake couldn’t help but sling her arm over his neck and lift Bear into his arms. “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

Bear stole another kiss from him, savoring the moment that was ruined by Jake dropping her on her bed, laughing as she bounced. “Get on with it then, Flyboy. Fuck me.” Her words were daring and her brown eyes darkened impossibly so when Jake pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He crawled over her, kissing her deeply before his lips trailed over her jaw and began placing open-mouthed kisses against her neck.

Her hands roamed his bare torso. She’d seen it before, felt the ridges and definition of his muscles under her touch, but now it was all new. Like she had never had the chance to touch him. Bear gasped as Jake’s teeth worried a new mark at the base of her neck, her nails digging into his shoulders at the suddenness of the action. Jake hissed against her skin but continued his path down until his lips came in contact with her shirt.

He sat back on his knees and Bear sat up to follow him, pulling her top off as she did. Their lips met over and over, Bear moaning into them as Jake’s steady fingers trailed along her skin to tease at her nipples. He slowed just a moment to trail his gaze over every expanse of exposed skin, batting at Bear’s hands when she made to cover herself. “Don’t,” Jake said softly. “You have no reason to be shy.”

“My scars…” Bear whispered. She’d turned away from him, choosing to stare at the wall over his shoulder. “I hate them.”

Instead of answering her, Jake leaned forwards, laying Bear down yet again but this time, letting himself explore the newly bared skin. After a beat, he pulled away, trying to get a read on her. “I don’t hate them. They’re a part of you, but they do not define you, ya hear?” Bear can practically hear the gears turning his head at her silence. “Teddy, we can stop now. I can get you a shirt and your shorts and we can just cuddle. Okay?”

Bear’s brown eyes snapped to his, a sudden ferocity in them. “I don’t want to stop. Do you?”

“No.”

Bear reached up and kissed him hard, taking advantage of his inhale to slip her tongue into his mouth, stealing control of the kiss before Jake had even had the chance to fight her for it. It took everything in his power to pull away, to return his attention back to her tits.

Jake let his tongue trailed over her chest, leaving as many marks as he could, his hands roaming the skin where his lips weren’t. He only pulled away to admire his handiwork before returning to the task with a renewed vigor each and every time. And the sounds that slipped from the woman under him. God, he thought her laugh was intoxicating, but now each and every little gasp, the hitches in her breath, and the whines that seemed to echo through the room had been imprinted in his mind.

Thank God she had said she loved him. This would be pure torture if it was just a one night event.

Jake pulled back just briefly to watch Bear squirm as his breath fanned over her peaked nipple before sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. His fingers pinched at the other before Jake pulled off with a pop to give the other the same attention.

Bear was writhing under his touch. It was simultaneously too much and not enough and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Jake was everywhere, his touch magnified by the height of her desire for him and Bear swore that she had never been this wet in her life. Her first orgasm was long forgotten as she cried out when Jake nipped at her breast, and Bear couldn’t take it anymore. “Jake! Please!” She begged, a hand grabbing at his jeans.

“Mmm.” Jake hummed, her nipple still in his mouth and Bear’s other hand tightened in the bed sheets before going to push him off. “Use your words, Teddy.”

“Fuck me!” She gasped out and Jake grinned before leaning up to claim her lips in a kiss that nearly stole whatever remaining brain power she had. “Jake, just fuck me!”

Who was he to deny such a sweet plea? Keeping his lips to hers, Jake made quick work of his jeans, pushing them down his hips until he physically had to pull back. Bear chuckled as he hopped off her bed, but the giggles quickly faded as his pants hit the ground and his cock sprung free. “You good darlin’?”

Jake visibly preened under her appreciative glance. Her eyes were fixated on his hips, tracing the narrow vee, and kept dipping down to stare at his cock. It curved slightly to the right, the tip a pretty pink and visibly weeping pre-cum under her intense stare. He was thick, thicker than she had expected, thicker than she had taken in a while but goddamnit she would do so happily.

“I’m great.” The sight in front of her was beyond anything she’d expected. She knew he was big, how could she not? They’d changed in front of each other often enough that she’d seen the bulge in his underwear, but without that thin barrier, well she had an idea why his callsign was what it was. “I just-”

“Speechless already? Damn, I must be better than I thought.” Jake couldn’t help the smirk that had slid across his face at Bear’s pause.

“Get your ass over here, Hangman,” Bear replied, leaning back on her elbows and splayed her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her dripping pussy. “I thought I said fuck me.”

Jake growled and leapt on her, pinning her under his weight. Bear gasped when his cock nudged her clit, the motion brief but quickly reigniting the sheer want that had dwindled just a little. “Making demands again… tsk tsk Teddy.”

But Bear had had enough of his teasing. The ache in her cunt was all-consuming and she wrapped her legs around him and with a twist of her core, she flipped their positions so she was seated atop his hips. “I will make all the demands I want, Hangman. I’ve waited too damn long for you to fuck me and I’m sick of begging.”

Jake lay there stunned by the sudden dominance in her tone. Whatever blood was still in his head rushed downwards leaving him dizzy. “I-Teddy!” His sentence turned into a bitten off groan as she palmed his length, giving him a few teasing strokes. Any thoughts he had were gone, dissolved in the pleasure of Bear’s hand moving up and down his cock. “F- fuck Teddy.”

“Yeah? You just needed me to touch you, isn’t that right Flyboy?” Bear’s tone was teasing, fully aware of the effects it was having on the man under her. She slowed her pace on his cock, reveling in the groan that pulled itself from deep within Jake’s chest.

“I- fuck- yeah,” Jake managed to say, nearly biting his tongue when Bear lightly grazed her nail up the vein that ran along the shaft. How he would ever go back to taking himself in hand, Jake had no idea. Not after he had the pleasure of feeling Bear’s hand on the most sensitive part of him. His hands grabbed onto her hips, squeezing hard enough that they both knew he would leave bruises the next day.

Bear’s grip stuttered just a little as Jake slid her slowly forwards and back, allowing her to grind against his lower stomach and abs. The friction was just what she needed, the pressure on her clit causing her eyes to flutter closed as a moan spilled from her lips. “Fuck.” She clenched around nothing, whining as she did. God she needed to be full. Desperately.

She gave him another stroke, catching his gaze before kissing his nose to bring his attention back to her. “I’m clean, Flyboy. Are you?”

He nodded, biting back a grunt. “Ye-p… yes. Just - fuck - stop teasing!”

Bear could feel the pinpricks of his nails against her hips as she slid her hips back, rising up on her knees above him. It made her grin to see the flush of his skin under her, to watch how it spread down his neck and settled around his chest. He was falling apart below her and she’d barely done a thing, so she took it a step further. She positioned him against her opening and slowly guided him into her.

Jake’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Bear lowered herself down, feeling the muscles hidden in the smooth walls grip his cock far better than her hand had. “Fuuuuuuck…” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow, looking up to see that Bear had thrown her head back, exposing her throat covered in his marks. “Goddamn Teddy… squeezin’ me so good.”

A small strangled sound left Bear’s throat as Jake bottomed out in her, clenching around him as her body tried to get used to his girth. “Hnn- fuck.”

The room filled with sharp breaths as the pair of them tried to get used to the new sensation, both trying to steady themselves before anyone even thought of moving. Bear’s hands planted themselves on his chest and the movement had her rocking forward slightly and a groan ripped out of Jake. “Fuck - move!”

Bear tried for a smirk but found herself failing as Jake’s grip on her hips tightened impossibly so, drawing her up his cock before teasing them both. She grabbed a hand with hers, pushing it above his head, interlacing their fingers, and set her pace, rising up as slowly as she could before lowering herself down hard.

Her mouth was open in sheer bliss, too full to say a word. His cock hit all the right spots in her cunt, pulling moans and whines from her effortlessly, clenching around him as she rode him slowly. Her pelvis met his over and over, each descent on his cock had her coating him with the wetness that leaked out from around him.

Jake was writhing under her, begging her to move faster because he knew he couldn’t last much longer. She was just so tight and so wet around him and Jake had never been harder in this moment. He was desperate to feel her shatter around him, craving the way she would squeeze him as she came. So he planted his feet against the bed, snapping his hips up as she came back down, forcing himself deeper into her. The sound of their hips meeting echoed through the room, the sound a clear indication of what was happening behind the closed doors.

Bear tossed her head back, her loose hair hanging down her back and sticking to her sweaty temples. Jake surged up, jostling him inside her, his mouth finding one of the developing bruises he’d made earlier. His hand, no longer being held by Bear, snuck down to find her clit. He reveled in the keening noise that slipped free as his thumb grazed the sensitive nub ever so slightly. He applied more pressure as she bucked forward, her pussy fluttering around him. “Jake! Fu- please!”

She was rocketing along the pleasure wrung from her by Jake’s thumb and cock, scarcely able to tell where she started and he ended. The snap of his hips drove him deeper, harder, his thumb sending sparks down her spine. The fire in her stomach burned brighter and hotter, and one final thrust sent her over the edge. Bear dug her nails into his chest, a sound almost like a wail filling the air around them as she shattered around him. Her pussy squeezed him like a vice as he coaxed her through the end of her climax.

Jake rolled them, laying Bear against the pillows, allowing himself to chase his own release. His thrusts were frantic, without much pacing, having lost himself in the feeling of her coming around him. Jake came with a shuddering groan, warmth filling her as Bear tried to catch her breath, whining at the sensitivity.

He caught himself before he could fall on top of her, remaining sheathed in her for a moment longer. “Wow,” Jake breathed into the skin of her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to it.

Bear chuckled, turning to face him. A soft smile danced across her face as she caught his lips in a sweet kiss. “Imagine this, had you not been a part of my mission, we wouldn’t be here now,” she whispered in the falling silence of her bedroom.

Jake shook his head. “I don’t believe that for a second.” And he didn’t. Despite having very little brain function at the moment, Jake believed wholeheartedly that he and Bear were meant for one another. “I would explain it, but I think you finally took that last brain cell.”

She snorted, turning her head to steal a glance at the clock on the nightstand. “Why did I agree to a beach day with the team tomorrow?” Bear groaned, accidentally clenching around Jake, who groaned. “Sorry.”

“‘t’s all good, Teddy. I promise I usually last longer than that.” Jake was a little embarrassed that here he was, collapsed half on top of her around one round, when he had gone far longer in the past.

“Hey. You have a lifetime to prove it, don’t you?” Bear replied playfully. Mirth danced in her eyes, Jake’s first glimpse of the woman he’d fallen for way back before they’d nearly lost one another.

He nodded. “That I do. You ain't ever getting rid of me, Teddy. I promise that.”

Jake got up, pulling out of Bear before walking to her bathroom and grabbing a cloth. He tossed it at her, laughing when it hit her stomach with a smacking sound, but he laughed harder after she whipped it back in his direction, hitting his chest and falling to the floor. “I deserved that.”

“You did.” Bear couldn’t take her eyes off of Jake. He’d so easily said that he didn’t intend to leave, the sincerity sending shivers down her spine. She had fallen fast, forcing her to love him hard. So fierce was the love she had for him that it took a split second to decide if she should risk herself for him. The things that Bear would do to protect him, to keep Jake close to her, were too numerous to describe, but the main thing that she’d do: Bear would love him. She would show him everyday that she cherished him and grow their love together.

“Teddy? Where’d you go?” Jake watched Bear turn over to face him, a soft smile on her face. He could feel the love she held for him, could see it in her eyes and how they sparkled when she looked at him, and it made his heart swoop.

Bear shrugged. “Nowhere. Just got caught up in how much I love you.” She’d fixed Jake with a soft look, watching him as he leaned against her bathroom door. “And how it took just one night for you to get stuck in my head.”

He grinned widely. “Yeah? You’re telling me that the night my life changed, you somehow walked away thinking about me?” Jake stepped closer to her, watching as Bear rolled her eyes at him, trying and failing to hide her grin. “Not the ‘Bear’. No. She’s too serious.” He was teasing her, grinning as Bear blushed a bright pink.

“Shut up,” Bear laughed, swatting at his stomach. He caught her hand, thumb running over her knuckles, taking in the sight of a naked Bear laying atop her covers, blushing and smiling. And not just smiling, but smiling at him. Just like Jake had wanted ever since he witnessed her combat skills in training months ago. “And stop lurking, I’ve been a little deprived of your cuddles, so get your disgustingly perfect ass over here.”

Jake shook his head at her before walking around the other side of her bed to grab his underwear, stepping into them before he heard Bear clear her throat. “Are you really putting underwear on after I just complimented your ass?”

“No?”

A triumphant grin split wide on Bear’s face and she hopped up onto her knees, shuffling across the bed to where Jake stood. “Good, because you know I love you for more than just your ass-ets, right?”

Jake nodded, smiling softly down at her. “Say it again.”

“What? I love you?”

“Yeah. Don’t ever stop saying that.” Jake pulled the covers back, crawling under them and beckoning Bear close. She happily obliged, curling up as close as she could to him, drifting off to sleep soon after.

Bear didn’t hear the quiet “I love you, to the bitter end and back again,” mumbled into her hair. A soft reference to her letter from the ship all those months ago, words that Jake had all but tattooed into his brain. She wasn’t awake to hear it, but as he fell asleep, Jake vowed to make sure that she never forgot it.

Even if he said ‘I love you’ first, they both knew that they had silently said it a thousand times before then.

And that, that was the perfect thought to have before Jake slipped into sleep, the girl of his dreams held tight in his arms.

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A/N: So. I hope this made up for the cliffhanger last week and didn't suck donkey ass. Big big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for punching me verbally every time I tried to say this was bad, as well as a general thank you to @sarahsmi13s, and @dakotakazansky for all the support!

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