Hello party peeps, have this short one while Iβm fighting my migraine.
topics & warnings: Simon βGhostβ Riley x gn!reader, short mentions of past trauma but not too detailed, Simon being self-conscious about his looks, reassurance, kissing, soft morning fluff
gif originally by yeyindi
Bright light already started filtering through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating the tangle of limbs on the cotton sheets within the comfort of their shared bedroom. The deep forest green color of the bedding was a stark contrast to the exposed skin of your body and the tatted arms of Simon wrapped around you, holding you firmly and secure against his broad chest while his rhythmic snores filled the otherwise silent room.
Stirring awake slowly, your body squirmed gently in his arms, yet the man breathing into your neck didnβt budge one bit at the movement, still sound asleep.
Your eyes fluttered open lazily as you tried turning, struggling a bit against his rather tight hold but managing to come face to face eventually.
A gentle smile spread on your lips upon seeing his rather relaxed features. You knew it was the ultimate act of trust for him to sleep so calmly, not bolting awake at every tiny noise anymore, not lying awake like a statue just to make sure you were safe , muscles coiled with a tension, alert for any hidden threats.
No, that was in the past. And although it took quite some time and patient talking to get to this point, you were beyond happy to see your boyfriend so at ease, nightmares not making a constant appearance anymore, lines on his face smoothed out by sleep and true relaxation, something you werenβt sure he was capable of at the start of you dating him.
You still knew that if it came down to it, he would be up and ready to fight in seconds but you had refused to see him sleep deprived and miserable any longer, convincing him with words and actions that vulnerability was okay around you while he still could be protective.
Reaching up your hand carefully, your fingers hesitated before gently touching his cheek, watching how his facial expression tensed for just a moment before it relaxed again, as if he knew it was you by just the feel of your touch.
You leaned upward, nose coming closer, eyes tracing the details of his face, his past and his current life merged there. The tiny wrinkles, the slight stubble growing back on his cheeks, chin and upper lip, the crook of his nose that had been broken only too many times in the past, even before the military training started. The scars that still made your heart ache, knowing only bits and pieces about their stories - cruel, brutal, painful. But they still belonged to him and made him who he was. Still so handsome despite him saying otherwise. Sometimes you wished he would be able to see himself the way you did.
By the time your eyes had roamed over his face, you subconsciously began leaning into him, ever so slightly brushing your lips against his, feeling their dryness from breathing through his mouth while sleeping and snoring.
As you tried pulling away again, a hand suddenly surged forward and wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back into his body which made you squeak with wide eyes before his lips fell back onto yours, firmer now, lingering, a hum leaving Simons body as he kissed you.
Pulling back, a slow, satisfied smirk spread on his lips as his eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting yours in the dim light that kept getting brighter with the sun rising higher on the horizon outside.
"Mhmm, 'mornin luv. What'ya doin' there?"
"Just looking at my handsome man, can I not?"
"Handsome? Doubt that."
"Oh, stop it now, will ya? I love your face, imperfections and everything. It belongs to you and I love it just as I love you."
His eyes focused on yours and you could see a flicker within the amber orbs, something vulnerable, gratefulness that didn't need words.
To underline your statement, your hand found its way to the back of his neck as you pulled him into yet another kiss, more slow this time, more meaningful, an exchange of unspoken love and connection.
He kissed you back, his tongue sliding softly across your lip, waiting for acess which you granted happily, letting your tongues stroke against each other carefully, as if exploring each other for the first time. You were always surprised about how gentle this giant SAS soldier could be with you as his hands stroked over your hips and up your back, gently rubbing circles in the skin there.
Pulling away to take a deep breath, your smile widened as you stroked through his short hair.
"God, I'm so lucky, you know that?"
"I think I'm the lucky one here"
"Mhm, maybe we both just are"
A soft, slightly hoarse chuckle escaped Simon as he stroked over your back once more, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Maybe we are..."
He loved this. God, how he loved having this tiny bubble of peace whenever he got home and switched from Ghost to being just Simon, just yours.
Falling asleep with the comfort of your head on his chest, letting you hear his heart beating, something that he wasnβt taking for granted to this day. Then waking up just like this - soft kisses, gentle touches, an almost unimaginable contrast to the life he lived at base that was filled with violence and unforgiving brutality.
But he had learned to leave all of that at the doorstep, slowly but surely allowing himself the solace of coming home into your arms; safe, secure, wanted, needed.
And in moments of doubt who he was, you knew just how to bring him back into that safetyβ¦
β¦ because maybe - after all - he deserved good things in his life.
Johnny MacTavish who can't keep his hands to himself.
18+ MDNI
Johnny was insatiable when it came to you. As much as he tried - or didn't - he couldn't keep his hands to himself, always having to touch you in some form or another. He had explained to you that he needed the physical touch to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, that you were really physically with him.
You thought it was cute at first, smiling at the way he always kept a hand on the small of your back when you were standing next to each other while you had the boys over, his hands finding your shoulders when he came up behind you while you were cooking some delicious smelling food for supper.
Even the occasional hand resting on your thigh while you sat in the booth of the corner pub together, laughing at whatever bullshit left your boyfriends mouth, not even having to turn your head to see Simonβs eyes rolling and the barely there twitch of Johnβs lips.
β¦
But then there was times where his hand slipped from its original place on your lower back straight down to your butt, giving the globe a nice feel.
βJohnny!β You whispered between clenched teeth and a smile, the warning half hearted.
βWhat? I canae help that ye got such a nice arse.β He smirked, giving it another squeeze and a pat before putting his hand back into a more appropriate place.
β¦
Or when he came up to you while you were stirring up some mashed potatoes for dinner, humming a soft tune as his warm palms settled on your shoulders, immediately relaxing under his grip.
That was before he pressed himself against your back and said palms made their way around your body, cupping each of your tits mindlessly and rubbing his thumbs over your fabric covered nipples, evicting a surprised squeal from you.
βJohnny! Iβm cooking!β
βOh, cβmon, bonnie, am jusβ tryinβ ta help, yβknow? Carryinβ all that weight must be hardβ - heβd use that excuse regardless of your cup size, though.
β¦
The worst was when he had a pint too much, that sly smirk forming on his lips that immediately made you squint your eyes in suspicion.
But he didnβt even flinch, keeping the light banter with going with both Ghost and Gaz while his hand on your lap - having behaved way longer than expected - started slowly creeping up the smoothness of your thigh that was barely covered by the shorts you had been wearing to the pub.
He squeezed the soft flesh, massaging circles with his thumb that made you tense up for the mere fact of not wanting to moan straight into his captains face who sat across from you.
Your own hand came to stop his ministrations, but since he was much stronger than you and took it as an advantage to feel your legs already quivering, he simply pushed yours away and kept letting his fingertips wander more and more upward before they shamelessly rested within your crotch.
You were almost fooled as he kept his hand in that exact position without so much as a twitch of his muscles, but you knew Johnny and you were more than sure he had something in mind as the topic switched to the upcoming football final that the boys wanted to watch together.
And there it was. Suddenly, his fingers moved upward, expertly using his skills to open the button of your jeans shorts and pushing two of his fingers beneath, rubbing the pads against your panties that soon enough soaked in your arousal.
Your grip around his wrist tightened, the other hand tightly holding onto the cocktail that you had completely forgotten in your hands, desperately pretending to listen to whatever they were saying while biting your tongue so hard, you almost drew blood from the force.
When he dared pulling your underwear to the side and swiping his fingers over the swollen folds, your eyes widened and your only reasonable idea to get him to stop was to harshly stomp on his foot.
Johnny let out a colorful cuss, hissing as he flexed his toes, eyes finding yours, squinting them for a moment before smirking yet again, shaking his head.
βWot?β Ghost asked, brows drawn together, looking back and forth between the two of you, clearly aware something wasnβt right. You couldnβt fool someone his level of observance.
βAh, nuffinβ, jusβ my bonnie lass beinβ a bit clumsy, arenβt ye?β
Johnny shot you a look as he finally pulled his fingers from between your legs under the table, making you squirm slightly, waiting for Ghosts eagle eyes to turn away again to continue his arguing with Price, giving the Scott the chance to move the tips of his fingers to his lips, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the slightly glistening digits, sucking them clean quickly and giving you a shit eating grin afterwards that you immediately wanted to strangle from his face. Disgusting arse.
Johnny MacTavish who can't keep his hands to himself.
18+ MDNI
Johnny was insatiable when it came to you. As much as he tried - or didn't - he couldn't keep his hands to himself, always having to touch you in some form or another. He had explained to you that he needed the physical touch to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, that you were really physically with him.
You thought it was cute at first, smiling at the way he always kept a hand on the small of your back when you were standing next to each other while you had the boys over, his hands finding your shoulders when he came up behind you while you were cooking some delicious smelling food for supper.
Even the occasional hand resting on your thigh while you sat in the booth of the corner pub together, laughing at whatever bullshit left your boyfriends mouth, not even having to turn your head to see Simonβs eyes rolling and the barely there twitch of Johnβs lips.
β¦
But then there was times where his hand slipped from its original place on your lower back straight down to your butt, giving the globe a nice feel.
βJohnny!β You whispered between clenched teeth and a smile, the warning half hearted.
βWhat? I canae help that ye got such a nice arse.β He smirked, giving it another squeeze and a pat before putting his hand back into a more appropriate place.
β¦
Or when he came up to you while you were stirring up some mashed potatoes for dinner, humming a soft tune as his warm palms settled on your shoulders, immediately relaxing under his grip.
That was before he pressed himself against your back and said palms made their way around your body, cupping each of your tits mindlessly and rubbing his thumbs over your fabric covered nipples, evicting a surprised squeal from you.
βJohnny! Iβm cooking!β
βOh, cβmon, bonnie, am jusβ tryinβ ta help, yβknow? Carryinβ all that weight must be hardβ - heβd use that excuse regardless of your cup size, though.
β¦
The worst was when he had a pint too much, that sly smirk forming on his lips that immediately made you squint your eyes in suspicion.
But he didnβt even flinch, keeping the light banter with going with both Ghost and Gaz while his hand on your lap - having behaved way longer than expected - started slowly creeping up the smoothness of your thigh that was barely covered by the shorts you had been wearing to the pub.
He squeezed the soft flesh, massaging circles with his thumb that made you tense up for the mere fact of not wanting to moan straight into his captains face who sat across from you.
Your own hand came to stop his ministrations, but since he was much stronger than you and took it as an advantage to feel your legs already quivering, he simply pushed yours away and kept letting his fingertips wander more and more upward before they shamelessly rested within your crotch.
You were almost fooled as he kept his hand in that exact position without so much as a twitch of his muscles, but you knew Johnny and you were more than sure he had something in mind as the topic switched to the upcoming football final that the boys wanted to watch together.
And there it was. Suddenly, his fingers moved upward, expertly using his skills to open the button of your jeans shorts and pushing two of his fingers beneath, rubbing the pads against your panties that soon enough soaked in your arousal.
Your grip around his wrist tightened, the other hand tightly holding onto the cocktail that you had completely forgotten in your hands, desperately pretending to listen to whatever they were saying while biting your tongue so hard, you almost drew blood from the force.
When he dared pulling your underwear to the side and swiping his fingers over the swollen folds, your eyes widened and your only reasonable idea to get him to stop was to harshly stomp on his foot.
Johnny let out a colorful cuss, hissing as he flexed his toes, eyes finding yours, squinting them for a moment before smirking yet again, shaking his head.
βWot?β Ghost asked, brows drawn together, looking back and forth between the two of you, clearly aware something wasnβt right. You couldnβt fool someone his level of observance.
βAh, nuffinβ, jusβ my bonnie lass beinβ a bit clumsy, arenβt ye?β
Johnny shot you a look as he finally pulled his fingers from between your legs under the table, making you squirm slightly, waiting for Ghosts eagle eyes to turn away again to continue his arguing with Price, giving the Scott the chance to move the tips of his fingers to his lips, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the slightly glistening digits, sucking them clean quickly and giving you a shit eating grin afterwards that you immediately wanted to strangle from his face. Disgusting arse.
It was supposed to be a normal undercover situation, both of you having done this multiple times before.
Go with the storyline prepared by Price.
Find the target within the group of arrogant and egomaniac business people.
Retrieve the needed keycard and get access to the office to get a copy of the needed files.
It was rather simple, really, something that you had been trained to do to perfection, various scenarios, mastering disguise and approach over the years before becoming a Sergeant.
This was your moment to shine. And shining you did.
The delicate silver necklace with a teardrop pendant rested on your chest, cleavage on the verge of being considered modest in the dark blue silken dress that went down to your ankles, hugging your figure just right. The back was also cut out wide at the shoulders, continuing down the back in a v shape before stopping a little lower than your mid back.
You played your role perfectly. Almost too good to believe that it was only made up, the way your eyes sparkled whenever you swooned over Kyleβs cooking skills - not even having to lie about that - or when you grabbed his biceps while laughing about whatever crude and awful joke that CEO had just made - knowing exactly that it wasnβt your real laugh, able to tell merely by the octave and drag of it.
It made something in his chest flutter with heat and possessiveness, the lines of professional work and whatever tension was flickering between the two of you blurring the longer the night went on.
β¦
Which lead you to this exact situationβ¦
Back pressed against the bathroom stall wall, the disgust about your bare back touching the cold material clouded over by the bliss that Kyleβs lips caused while moving feverishly against your sensitive neck, biting teasingly against your collarbone which made you gasp a little too loud.
βShh, love, we have to stay quiet, remember?β
He mumbled, the tease in his voice barely audible over the desperate strain as he held you up, his slacks barely beneath his ass as he rolled his hips eagerly against you, thrusting his hard throbbing cock deep inside your sopping cunt, trying to suppress his own grunts and groans the best he could against your skin.
Your eyes rolled back as he hit a particular deep spot within you, making your thighs quiver as you held onto his shoulders tightly, biting your tongue to hold back the squeal threatening to slip.
His hips angled particularly deep, cock dragging against your inner walls deliciously, driving you closer and closer to your high as you dug your nails into the expensive fabric of his dress shirt.
βFuck, you wanted this, didnβt you? Looking at me all night like weβre actually gonna get marriedβ¦ Bloody hell, I wouldnβt mind, dollβ¦ would have this pretty pussy all the timeβ¦ would love you real goodβ¦β
You werenβt sure if the sex haze was what made him speak like that but it sure did something to you, making both your heart and pussy pulse harder, your eyes rolling back as your mouth fell open in a silent scream, body tightening up as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave of warm water swallowing you whole.
βNghh fuck, Kyle, pleaseβ¦β
You werenβt even sure what you were begging for at this point, but as his low groan vibrated deeply against your sensitive neck and his cock pulsed inside your fluttering cunt, feeling the warmth of his cum filling you up, a lazy smile fell over your features.
βGod, youβre gonna get us in so much trouble..β He mumbled, pulling his face away from your neck, his hair now tousled from the intensity of the quickie.
βLet me remind you that you were the one dragging me here to fuck any common sense out of meβ¦ successfully, by the wayβ¦β
Kyle couldnβt help the satisfied grin spreading on his lips as he pressed a short kiss to the corner of your mouth, almost resulting in a blush from you as he fixed his fly after pulling his pants back up.
You pulled your slip back up and the dress down, trying to smooth out any wrinkles and taking a deep breath.
βNow, letβs try to focus back on that file or Price is actually gonna get us reassigned to paperworkβ¦ or worse, rookie training for a month.β
You felt like you were freezing, shivers wreaking through your body and making your knees feel weak. You had felt sick the night before but ignored it the best you could, making it through the rest of the night of work. By the time you got home, you were so exhausted that you fell asleep in your clothes and on top of your made bed. There was no ignoring it now however, you felt the fever radiate through your whole body.
You still had 30 minutes before you had to leave for work; you could quickly take a shower in that time, right? Maybe a warm shower would help warm you up and make the fever go down?
Boy, could you have been more wrong...
Ignoring the aching, you hauled yourself into the bathroom, peeling off your clothes piece by piece, trying to be careful because every time you brushed your skin, it hurt so incredibly bad. The shower water felt like pins stabbing into your skin, but you pushed through every ounce of discomfort. You had to make it to work today, it was too late to call in now.
The light made your head pound and your eyes hurt more. Tears threatened to pool over as you climbed out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around your body. "As if this morning couldn't get any better," you thought to yourself.
You glanced at yourself in the fogged up mirror. Your cheeks were pink, but the rest of you was pale and sick looking. Your vision was even blurring, making it hard to focus on one thing.
Your legs felt weak. Everything was spinning. You were definitely late for work, and you kept stumbling over your own feet. By the time you made it halfway down the hall, you slowly sank to the ground, towel loosely wrapped around your body. You let out a defeated and frustrated sob. Tears ran down your hot face and dropped onto the floor in front of you.
You were completely overheated, and you knew your fever was worse than before. You should have taken meds or maybe stayed in bed. Called in for work at the least. And now here you were, slumped over in the hallway with a fever you could only imagine was bad, now worse because of the hot shower. You leaned your head against the wall, tears streaming down your face. You couldn't will yourself to get up or even move, your body too weak.
The soft click of the door opening was heard from a distance, and when you opened your eyes, Simon was standing above you. Gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist, exposing his hips, his shirt off, and mask probably somewhere tucked away in a drawer behind his now closed bedroom door. You could tell he was tired, the bags under his eyes gave that away. He was probably about to go to bed, considering he just got home from a long night shift at work.
His chest was broad and covered in scars, just like his face. Some were raised and white; some were a deep purple color and stretched across his olive freckled skin. He looked concerned as he crouched down next to you, his coarse hand reaching out to brush your forehead. The movement was soft, something Simon Riley never really was to anyone else. He felt your forehead gently with the back of his hand, and after a moment, his hand dropped down to your cheek. He gently cupped your face as his thumb slowly wiped away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.
"Oh lovie.." He mumbled, "You're burnin' up." You let out a small whine, attempting to move from your position on the floor but failing, ultimately leaning into his touch instead. "..'m callin' you in. You're not goin' to work like tha,'" He said bluntly "Can ya stand up f'me sweetheart?"
You attempted but failed. Frustrated, you let more tears slip from your eyes. "..m sorry..I don't know what's going on..I just..can't," The last part came out choked. You'd completely pushed yourself to the limit. The long days at work, late nights at home doing paperwork, not taking care of yourself when you needed it most. It's like your body just decided to give up.
"Shh...Shh don't cry..It's okay, I got ya." Simon tucked your towel under your legs, making sure it didn't slip off or fall when he picked you up. He slid his arms as gently as he could under your legs and lower back, picking you up bridal style. He noted that you were extremely warm to the touch, radiating heat like a personal heater, which confirmed his theory that you had a raging fever.
You couldn't help but lean into his warm chest as he carried you down the hall the rest of the way and into your small bedroom; it was comforting in a way only contact like this could bring. His chest hummed softly when he spoke, and even though you weren't listening, it still made you relax. He said something about you needing to take better care of yourself, but all you could think about was how nice it felt to be held. You'd forgotten the feeling. The last time you'd been held was when you were a small child, and the world still seemed like a good place.
He gently sat you down on the bed and adjusted your towel, making sure it covered you fully before standing up and moving to your dresser. He looked back at you and paused for a moment. As if he was wondering if this was too far, but when he saw how tired and miserable you looked, he pushed that thought aside and gently tugged open your dresser drawer.
You sat and watched him across the room, blinking the tears out of your eyes in an attempt to see better. He moved quickly and quietly, grabbing you a big t-shirt and some soft pajama pants, making sure not to spend too much time looking around. Your arms came up and wrapped around your body, hugging yourself, as if you were trying to become smaller, if that were even possible. You just wanted everything to stop. For your head to stop pounding, your eyes to stop crying, your body to stop aching.
Simon walked back over and set the clothes down next to you.
"Think you can get yourself into this while I go grab you some meds n' water?" He said quietly. You had never heard him speak that softly before, let alone have him be this close to you. He was so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the lingering cologne from his day at work.
You nodded your head weakly, reaching out to pull the neatly folded clothes toward you. Once he was out of the room, you painfully got yourself dressed; every brush of your skin hurt, making you wince in pain or whine softly. When you were finished, you crawled into bed, lying on top of all your blankets, curling up into a small ball. Your eyes closed, and it was peaceful, but when they opened again, Simon was standing above you. He held out his hand, two tablets resting on his callused palm and a glass of water in the other hand.
"hey sweet girlβ¦" he mumbled, "sit up f' me?" but when you made no effort to, he sighed sweetly and spoke again. "Open up," he tapped the bottom of your chin with his finger and waited till you opened your mouth for him. When you did, he dropped the pills into your mouth, then helped you drink the water without choking.
"Careful love.." he mumbled softly. He watched you through his blond eyelashes as you sipped the water, a look of sympathy playing on his face.
"That should help doll...get some rest f' me, yeah?" At that, your eyes were closed, and you were already asleep, letting yourself drift off finally. It felt safe..for the first time in a long time.
You swore you felt his lips against your forehead, but you didn't have the energy to open your eyes or ask about it.
When you woke up, you could tell that your fever had broken and the sun seemed to have made its way across the sky.
You reached over and checked your phone, looking at the time. The clock read 3:52Β pm. With a sigh you sat up and stretched. You still felt like shit, but less than before.
When you glanced over at the bedside again, you noticed something. A piece of paper folded neatly and placed next to a full glass of water and more meds. Inside was messy handwriting in black ink. It read: Wake me if you need anything. I sleep light. Food is in the fridge if you're hungry. Feel better.
It was short but sweet, and you couldn't help but smile.
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A quickie because I'm sick and wanted comfort <3 I hope you guys like it!!
Hello lovely party peeps,
my first time writing something more angsty, more emotional I guess. I hope you still enjoy it. P.S. not all of the story is cannon to Johnnys ingame character/story since it isnβt 100% confirmed.
topics & warnings: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader, hurt/angst, argument/verbal fight, sort of trauma response, emotional and physical withdrawing , divorce talk, eventual comfort, happy ending
cropped, originally by @esteljune
This one had been different. Not the usual back and forth that left you pouty and offended but you cooled off after less than an hour. Not the one about how he never puts his shoes on the rag after coming home or that he left his cup in the sink instead of putting it into the dishwasher. Not the one where he complained about your hair still stuck in the brush after using it.
No, this one had been a little more ugly. Words thrown at each other out of fear, out of worry, out of misunderstanding, but turning more harsh, more accusing, crossing a line that both of you didnβt want to cross to begin with, emotions bubbling up under the surface. Youβd been at it for minutes already.
βI canβt keep doing this, John! You come in here, soaked in someone elseβs blood which I always have to worry itβs your own, not telling me what happened at all. Iβve been so fucking patient with you the last three years and I understand your job requires to keep quiet but Iβm starting to get fucking scared.β
Your voice was trembling, fingers curling and uncurling as they shook from the intensity of it.
βWell, if ye fuckinβ knoβ it, then whyβd ye complain? Ye knew what ah was doinβ when we married. Itβs the military.β
βIβm not stupid, of course I know that it wasnβt going to be easy.β You rolled your eyes, stepping around the kitchen island of your cottage, the home Johnny had made sure to buy so he could keep you as far away from base as possible for security of you and his life away from military obligations.
βI justβ¦ I donβt evenβ¦ ever since you joined that Task Force, youβre literally never here anymore. And if you are, itβs like youβre not even present. Youβre not the Johnny I used to know. What even happened?β
The Johnny I used to know.
These simple words echoed inside the Scots mind over and over as his body stiffened in alert, staring at you from the other side of the kitchen like a grenade had just struck him and ripped open the ground around him, swallowing him up.
He heard those words before. Almost a decade ago. When heβd finally managed to join the military after trying for two years prior, now freshly turned 18, young, ambitious like some would hope for these days, unaware of what it would eventually do to him. Itβs been a few months since base training had finished, him returning home, rough circles under his eyes, a cut on his jaw that had been glued, clearly exhausted.
His ma had waited days and days to no end to hear from her son, worried sick about Johnny which resulted in a scolding and an argument that ended with the very same words.
Youβre not the Johnny I used to know.
The ultimate worry and disappointment in his motherβs eyes, all after he chose and finally secured the job he was so keen on doing, eager to serve his country, to make her proud as well.
Something that day had shattered in his hard and he didnβt know how to fix it.
Now seeing you, his beloved wife, the woman he had fallen for, who had agreed to spend the rest of his life - never sure how long that would be - with him with a similar look in your eyes made his body and mind switch into autopilot, shutting off completely, something usually so untypical for the rather bubbly and good-natured man.
βGuess am not thaβ person anymore.β
And with that, your husband turned around, face stone cold and emotionless, leaving the blood freeze in your veins as he left the kitchen, left you.
β¦
Technically, Johnny didnβt leave. Physically, at least. Well, his body was still moving through the house, but more like a shell of himself than anything else.
Itβs been almost a week now. Not only did he refuse to talk more than the bare minimum to you, completely ignoring any marginal attempt of you to try and talk about whatever it was that had him so in his head and acting off, but he also had begun sleeping either in the downstairs guest room or even over at Simonβs place.
He had tried talking to the Scot as well, finding his friends behavior equally disturbing and worrisome, but Johnny just completely shut off, like switch was turned ever since that argument. It hadnβt even seem that intense to you that day, worse than other times, yes, but not as earth shattering as your husband made it seem.
Eventually, your patience started running thin when he began to stop taking to you all together.
You had been sleep deprived, missing the presence of a warm, breathing body beside you, the irony of it making you scoff while staring at the darkness with tears running down your streaked cheeks. He was gone often with deployment and if he was home, you playfully complained about how he was breathing so heavily into your neck or even snoring straight against the shell of your ear.
What you would give to feel the steady rumble of his chest pressed against your back just now.
β¦
The next morning, stepping into the kitchen with heavy lids and a frown, you were met by Johnnys back facing you from the counter Shoulders slumped, the clinking of his spoon in the coffee cup, the humming of the fridge.
Yet another irony that it all started in this very place.
βMorningβ You mumbled, already expecting no answer in return. It didnβt mean it stung less when he didnβt even react.
βI know youβre ignoring me, Johnny. I donβt know why, I donβt understand. But this canβt keep going onβ¦β
No response. Just the sound of the cup hitting the counter top after he took a sip of the hot liquid inside.
βI donβt wanna invalidate your feelings but I donβt think itβs fair that you donβt even answer me. Iβm your wife, we should be able to resolve things like this. We vowed that to each other.β
Your voice got more serious as he slowly turned on the spot. His deep blue orbs slowly raised to meet yours, almost hollow, dark shadows mirroring the ones resting heavily under your own eyes.
Yet, no words left his mouth. No response, no true reaction.
Your inner turmoil was growing, feeling heat rising up your neck. Frustration started bubbling up within you, mixed with anger and hurt.
βFor fucks sake, John! Talk to me!β Your voice raised, rapidly blinking away the growing wetness coating your lower lashline.
βDo you want a divorce?! Is that what you wish for? To finally have me leave? Iβll do it, pleaseβ¦Iβ¦ just talk to me and I leave you be butβ¦ pleaseβ¦β
By the end of your emotional monologue, you were openly sobbing, helplessly rubbing your knuckles at your closed lids to stop the tears.
Once you blinked a few times, inhaling shakily, you managed to focus your reddening eyes back on him.
There it was. A reaction, barely, but still.
Johnnys body had stiffened, eyes now wide as they stared at here, nails digging into his palms in crescent shapes.
He gulped down the lump in his dry throat before finally opening his mouth and speaking to you the first time in the last two days.
βN-Noβ¦ I dinnae wanβ thatβ
A mixture of another sob and a scoff left you.
βThen what is it? Why do you resent me so much after that argument?β
He hesitated, all of a sudden feeling extremely foolish for the way he acted, as if seeing you so broken and desperate for his answer, even considering getting a divorce and parting ways to make him feel better, thinking it would make it easier. Easier? The mere thought of loosing you, having to live a life without the joy of having you around, devastated him.
God, he was so fucking stupid. You were so good to him, always so patiently waiting for him to return after weeks and months of deployment, still having that gleam in your eyes even if you were worried sick.
And that one time you actually got overwhelmed by it, absolutely understandably so, he had to be an ass about it.
βI dinnae resent yeβ¦ could neverβ¦ yer my wifeβ¦β
He began, the rasp in his voice an indicator how much the past days truly had been affecting him as well.
βYou ignored me for days, Johnny, and I donβt-β
βIβm noβ the same Johnnyβ¦β
βWhat are you even-β
βItβs whaβ ye saidβ¦β
Your brows furrowed, trying to go back to the conversation you had, walking through every painful detail of your fight.
Then it clicked. You did say those words in the heat of the argument and it was the exact moment that Johnny seemed to shut off from his surroundings including you.
βJohn.β
You finally said, stepping forward a little as you gazed at him, trying to cross your way towards him slowly. It almost felt like an approaching a wounded animal.
βTalk to meβ¦β
Your fingers twitched, wanting to reach out to him so badly but still scared to cross a line so you just slowly, carefully kept approaching.
Johnnys breath was slighty shaking as he inhaled, watching your every step, his head screaming at him to back away in order to not disappoint you again, but his heart yearned so badly for your touch, your presence.
And so after a moment of trying to find his words, he eventually began talking. Explaining slowly, almost sheepishly, what exactly had ticked him off during your stand off and why it had thrown him off so badly.
The more he spoke about his passed - clearly something that wasnβt as easy for him - the more your eyes began to soften in understanding, your steps slowly closing in on him before you stood right in front of your husband, carefully reaching your hand out to grasp for his, feeling his fingers flex before they wrapped around yours, desperately holding onto you.
βOh babyβ¦β Was all you could whisper, your voice gentle, eyes on the brink of tears yet again.
βYou shouldβve talked to me sooner. I didnβt know that it was so triggering to youβ
You clearly didnβt. His relationship with his mom had been nothing but loving since you met him. Whenever you visited your mother in law, she had been nothing but kind and sweet, teasing Johnny occasionally, obviously voicing her worries about his job but never making it seem like she was disappointed in him.
βI kenβ¦mβsorry I dinnae tell ye sooner. I wasβ¦ I jusββ¦ ye had the same look in yer eyesβ
Sighing softly, your free hand that wasnβt tangled with his reached up to cup his stubbled cheek, mindlessly rubbing your thumb over his it, gazing into his eyes.
βI love you, Johnny. Iβm not disappointed, Iβm just scared. Youβre trying to carry so much on your shoulders and you refuse to let me help you. Iβm your wife, itβs the least I can do. You donβt have to do all of this alone.β
You whispered the last words, sincerity audible in your voice as you tried to make him understand.
βAnd yes, the only thing that disappointed me in a way is that you didnβt even consider talking to me about what was going on. But Iβm more than happy that youβre doing it now. Itβs something we need to work on more, yeah?β
A gentle, barely there press of your lips against the column of his neck was all it took for his shoulders to start slumping and his arms to immediately engulf you, pulling you straight into his broad chest, holding you there.
You didnβt have to look up to feel the slight shake, hear the hitch in his breath as he held you so tightly, absolutely terrified that you would vanish otherwise.
Feeling the wetness of his tears hit your shoulder, you pressed your cheek against his chest and inhaled the scent that you missed so much these past days.
βShhhβ¦ itβs gonna be okayβ¦ weβre gonna be okay, yeah?β You whispered, gently stroking over his back while your arms wrapped around him.
βYe canβt leave meβ¦ pleaseβ¦β
βI wonβt, baby, I donβt wanna leave youβ¦ I was just not sure if thatβs what you wantedβ¦β
βItβs only you I want. Iβd be a bloody mess without ye. I was. And Iβm so sorry I shut ye out. No' again. Never. I love ye.β
You knew he meant it. By the way he pulled back, his wet blue eyes meeting yours, sincerity and love pouring from them as his hands rested on your upper arms to keep you close.
βI love you too, Johnny. So much. And I want you to promise me that from now on, we communicate. Both of us. I need my husband.β
He eagerly nodded, leaning forward to press a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before doing the same to your lips, letting you taste the traces of salt from his tears.
βI promise. For ye, I try.β
βThank you. And I will continue to support you wherever I can. Iβm proud of you.β
βYer perfectβ¦β
The sigh that left his body felt like a vent letting out all the negativity and hurt that was consuming him over the days, making room for the love and comfort that you gave him.
You knew it wasnβt easy, it might never be. But the last thing on earth that you wanted was to loose the love of your life over things that simply needed to be discussed instead.
And with new hope rising, you were sure that any future struggles, you could tackle together.
I have to find the right feeling for angst a little more. Still, I hope itβs good for yβall.
Two in the morning. The light of the fridge that had just illuminated your tired features shut off with the sound of the fridge door falling close, the kitchen disappearing into darkness with you standing in the middle.
Sighing loudly, you made your way back to the door, knowing the outlay of the kitchen in your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend by heart. Once back in the hallway, the little night light sensor - Simon had insisted to put them up after you stubbed your toe one too many times - activating the lights illuminating the hallway back to the bedroom.
Once you silently patted back inside on your bare feet, you slid back under the covers, making sure to be as silent as you could with the snoring blonde haired soldier sleeping next to you.
Turning around with a quiet huff, you tried closing your eyes again, hoping desperately that sleep would lure you back in. Not even five minutes later and you were squirming around, not quite getting comfortable and everything starting to annoy you, including Simonβs heavy breathing in the back of your neck.
So your natural reaction was to push your elbow backwards, hitting the six foot something man right below his ribcage, startling him as his eyes flew open and his arm wrapped around your waist immediately, pulling you against him tightly with a groan.
βThe fuck was thaβ foβ?β He grumbled, voice even deeper, laced with sleep and rumbling right against your back, making you squirm once more.
βYouβre breathing too loudβ¦β
βWell, pardon me foβ tryinβ to stay alive while sleepinββ He huffed, finding enough energy to roll his eyes slightly.
βWhatβs the matter anyway? Canβt sleep?β He added, scooting up a little to pull you closer into his chest, his front now fully pressed against your back.
βIβm trying but itβs too warm with the blanket but too cold without one and then the pillow case is itching against my scalp and-β
βOkay, okay, easy.β Simon cut off your rambling, adjusting his arm so his large, calloused hand was resting right against your stomach, a sensation that naturally made goose bumps rise on your skin as you inhaled.
βHow βbout I put ye back to sleep, hm? Howβs thaβ sound?β The feeling of his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck made you sink back into his arms, going lax.
βWhat do you mean-β
Before you could question his intentions further, you already felt the answer. Nestled right between your butt, pressing insistingly against you, already hardening under the contact.
A hitched breath escaped you, fingers grasping his left wrist while his tatted arm stayed secure around you. His other hand had a mind of its own though, slipping down your belly, teasing the strip of skin where your shirt rode up, slipping his fingertips barely into the waistband of your black sleep shorts.
His head was resting against your shoulder, lips pressing firmly against the shirt , the feeling burning your heating skin even through the fabric. A soft noise left your throat, resulting in a knowing smirk of the man behind you, his fingers slipping lower, into the shorts, past your panties, making immediate contact with the wetness gathering between your legs, groaning lowly as a response.
βFuckenβ hell, already getting so wet for meβ¦ sure youβre tired?β He teased, gently moving the pads of his fingers - the ones that were usually trained to kill with knives and handle firearms - against the softness of your folds, sliding up and down to spread the growing wetness nicely.
He dipped his fingers teasingly low, circling your pulsing hole that tried to suck his digits in, resulting in a βtskβ noise from Simon and a wider grin.
βSo meanβ¦β You mumbled under your breath, eyes now heavy with something other than sleep as you turned your head towards him over your shoulder, only able to barely make out his silhouette with the moonlight filtering through the blinds.
βOh, am I know? Letβs change thaββ He mumbled against your ear, slowly pulling his fingers from your dripping cunt - smearing some of your wetness over your mound in the process -just to pull down your shorts and underwear in one rapid yank, making you gasp as air hit your exposed pussy.
In no time, Simon had gotten rid of his own boxers that he was wearing for sleep - nothing else needed - and carefully lifted your leg up a little to drape it over his own, parting your thighs slightly in the process before gripping your hip with one hand and holding his throbbing length - fully hard and leaking - with the other.
Nudging your folds with the tip of his cock, he began rubbing it through them to lube up, a mixture of his low groan and your whimpering moan filling the room.
βAhh fuck.. Siβ¦ mhmm donβt teaseβ¦β You whined.
βFuck, baby, I wonβtβ¦β He answered, lips pressed together tightly as he slid the tip of his cock slowly inside your aching cunt, sighing.
βThaβs itβ He almost cooed, the grip on your hip tightening as he angled his own and began thrusting into your welcoming heat.
The sound of skin slapping and the bed frame slightly squeaking filled the blissful bubble the both of them floated in as you began moving against him in a fitting rhythm to meet his thrusts, coaxing out soft moans from your opened lips as you reached back to pull him closer by the back of his neck, eagerly kissing him, gasping against his mouth.
Simon knew that neither of you would last long so he decided to help you out a little, reaching down yet again with his hand to begin drawing tight circles around your swollen clit, the noises you were making a turn on that left his balls pulsing.
βMhm fuck luvie, gonβ cum so deep inside this sleepy pussy, yer gonna pass out dripping with meβ
A louder whine left you, feeling the coil inside your lower belly tightening sharply, legs beginning to tremble slightly.
βNghh gonna cum, please, please, please!β
Seconds later, the coil snapped and white hot pleasure ran through your veins, mouth hanging open in a long drawn moan, eyes shut close as you arched against him, his grip still firm as he thrusted a few more times before biting your neck, hiding there as his balls drew up, hot seed flooding your sensitive pussy soon after, the warmth of it almost comforting as your breath was ragged, body going limp in his arms as he held you.
You felt his lips pressing against your temple, gently stroking over your thigh before pulling out after a moment, one last gasp leaving the both of you in beautiful post orgasmic haze before he made sure adjust your position so youβd be comfortable.
βWas thaβ good enough?β He mumbled, stroking through your hair once more, inhaling your scent as he felt himself grow drowsy.
His answer never came. Soft, light breathing only, barely audible puffs, your chest now rising and sinking slowly, eyes fluttered closed, body completely relaxed - out cold.
βThought so..β
Holding back a chuckle, Simon closed his own eyes, soon enough drifting off to an equally nice sleep, both of you not able to even care about the sticky mess between your legs.
iβll be gone for the next week till the 27th so it will be hard to post anything, I try to get two or three drafts done by then but be tuned for more Simon smut and an angsty Johnny one hehehe
Hello beautiful party peeps,
here comes my very first time writing for Price. I hope I did him a bit of justice.
topics & warnings: Captain John Price x gn!reader, domestic setting, age gap [John is in his mid 40s, reader is in her 20s], smut, teasing, dry humping, oral (m!receiving), deep throating, some praise
18+ MDNI
It was rare to see John Price off base. That man was so dedicated to his work, sometimes he didnβt see the point in even making it home if the day went on for too long. He still did, though.
But what had been even more rare was to see him so relaxed, legs manspreading on the comfort of the couch that he had bought last year while the two of you went interior shopping. You had made sure to look for a little more βhomeyβ furniture, the shock on your face upon seeing his house which seemed like that of a 75-year-old grandpa - interior wise - still vivid on his mind. After some arguing from his side about how things were still functional enough but you refusal to move in with him if there wasnβt a change, he begrudgingly gave in and compromised to make his home yours too, lighting up the space with some decor and even agreeing on some more color.
He would never admit how much it actually changed his own comfort within his own four walls. Suddenly, coming home actually felt niceβ¦. but maybe it also had to do with you waiting for him, too.
You, his younger partner, the person he immediately got absolutely enamored by when he ran into you late at night while returning home from a pub visit with the boys. You had been cornered by some very suspicious and threatening looking men, both taller and very bulky, intimidating to anyone whoβd passβ¦ except you.
You, almost looking fragile in comparison, but with a fire burning in your veins that made you lash out at them and stand your ground with such immense confidence, it made both of them back away immediately, hurrying down the street again, probably to find a better victim.
John had stopped in his tracks a little behind in the shadows watching the scene unfold, ready to intervene if necessary. Instead, his cock started chubbing up at the endearing sight of you cussing these stupid fuckers out.
He knew he was screwed the moment he stepped up to talk to you, hands quickly raising with his palms facing forward in peace as you turned around on the spot, eyes still fierce and mouth already opening to throw an insult at him as well, chest heaving from your previous rant.
"Easy there. I just wanted to check on you. See if everythinβ βs alright."
He was even more sure that he was fucked the moment your eyes met his. And not even the fact that he was roughly twenty years your senior could stop him from making you his.
β¦
Fast forward two years later, you had moved in with the SAS Captain, more than glad that you didn't punch him the moment he spoke to you in the darkness of the street that you had almost got robbed on that fatal night.
John was what you had needed all along, an almost old fashioned gentleman with his own ways of showing affection.
Yes, it wasn't always easy to know that he spent a lot of time away from home, his military job requiring a lot of presence, both on- and off-field. The worry didn't get easier either, every single operation leaving you praying that he would return home safely and alive.
It would probably scare most others away, but not you. You had stayed through it all, still excited whenever the front door opened up, the heavy thud of his steel cap boots echoing before he took them off to slip into a pair of Birkenstocks (you better not tell ANYONE ever that he wears those at home but fuck, they were comfortable, even more so when worn out).
β¦
But today it was your turn to come home after some hours of work, stepping inside the comfort of your shared house, taking in the all surrounding smell, a mixture of Johns cigars, something you were oddly fond of, along with the faint lingering aroma of cookies you had baked in the morning before leaving. Putting your bag down on its designated place, you shrugged off your jacket, hanging it up before slipping out of your boots and into your own slippers.
You made your way down the hallway, walking straight into the living room and immediately smiling upon seeing your boyfriend, relaxed on the couch, just putting out the bud of his cigar in the ashtray as he was watching some documentary on the telly.
"Hello, handsome. Missed you." You mumbled upon crossing the room, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. Touching him. Feeling him.
"Evenin', luv. Did you now? C'mere, I've got you." His hand patted down on his thick thigh, still manspreading and giving you enough room to settle down.
Happily accepting the invite, you lowered yourself down, settling on his leg as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling, pressing a lingering kiss to the stubble on his cheek right above where his beard began to thicken.
Johns hands settled on your waist, holding you in place on his lap as he rumbled in content, your warmth and closeness already making his shoulders loose tension. He really loved these moments.
While you started to tell him about your day - he also loved hearing you ramble - he began to slowly move underneath you, adjusting his seat a little which resulted in you slipping on his leg, a soft gasp leaving you as your crotch rubbed against the fabric of his joggers that he wore around the house. Feeling the tight muscle of his thigh, it set something within you on fire, but you desperately tried to ignore it as you continued to speak, pretending as if nothing happened.
But John Price wouldn't be a good Captain if he didn't notice every little detail about you and your reactions as well. There was no fooling him, especially not when it came to you. While he continued to listen, a slight, barely noticable smirk quirked his lips upward as the grip of his hands on you tightened slightly, starting to move you a little, a self satisfied expression on his face upon hearing the hitch in your breath.
"And then I- John, what are y-you doing?"
"Nothin', luv. Just keep talking" He stated, voice almost sounding indifferent as he leaned back a little bit, not letting go of your hips and keeping your movement going, lifting his knee to meet you.
You tried your best to keep track of what story you were telling him but it became gradually harder to focus, the friction that the motion created overwhelming, making your breathing ragged before the first moans slipped past your lips.
"You seem a tad bit worked up, hm? You alright?" He quirked a brow, smirking. Asshole.
"Ngh John... please..." You mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the vibration of his amused huff as he noticed your hips rotating, seeking more friction against him.
"Shhhh, I got you, relax..." He gruffly replied, his hand sliding under the hem of your shirt and getting a feel of the smooth skin underneath, squeezing your waist once more and smirking at the louder gasp that now escaped you without warning or restriction.
The more you moved, the more your head got clouded with the pleasure shooting up your spin, fingers trembling as they grasped his own shirt, whining as you bumped against his knee slightly with fluttering eyes.
"How 'bout you cum on my thigh first before I let you suck my cock, hm?"
The way he asked almost casually had your eyes rolling back before you nodded eagerly, mouth already watering at the thought of his heavy length sliding down your throat.
Soon enough, you had worked yourself up nicely, your legs starting to quiver, moans getting more high pitched as you clung to him in need, hips bucking up as your orgasm crashed over you, staining your pants slightly as your release stuck to your underwear underneath. Hot white pleasure flushing through you.
"Good job. Get on your knees now." He mumbled with a press of his lips to your temple before letting you slip off of his leg and onto the carpet floor. The sight of you on your knees like that, looking up at him with glassy eyes, licking your lips and wetting them for what was to come, had his balls twitching.
John didn't hesitate any longer, cock already fully hard and aching as he lifted his hips up enough to pull his loose boxers and joggers down, his length popping out, tip an angry red and leaking pre cum as he pumped himself a few times before beckoning you closer.
You immediately scooted near, eyes drifting from the delicious looking cock between his legs up to his blue eyes, heart racing in anticipation before you leaned in.
He tapped the thick head of his member against your lips a few times, glossing them in his pre before you opened up, letting him slowly inch his length inside, a satisfied rumble leaving him as his thighs flexed.
"Fuck yeah, jus' like that, luv. Doing so good..."
He praised, pushing a bit of hair from your forehead before placing his hand on the back of your head, just settling there, letting you choose the speed for the moment.
Meanwhile, you had wrapped your lips around his tip, giving it a slight suck that let your boyfriend inhale sharply before danced your wet tongue around it, dragging it flat up over his sensitive tip and then sliding more of his length down your waiting throat, eyes still glued to his face that was scrunching up in pleasure.
"Taking my cock so deep..." He mumbled, chest rising faster as he met your hazed eyes, watching how you hollowed your cheeks while you began to move your head up and down his cock, trying to create a rhythm.
John couldn't hold back for much longer, the obscene noises of your throat sucking him in, the glossy shine of your eyes, all that was enough for his grip on your hair to tighten before he began slowly bucking his hips up, thrusting into your mouth.
"Fuckin' hell..." He drawled, balls tightening up at the feeling of your throat constricting around his length, the gulping sound making his toes almost curl as he began moving your head up and down faster, groaning and sighing with his own fell back eventually.
You placed your hands on his thighs for leverage, continuing your ministrations, breathing heavily through your nose. The lack of oxygen made you deliciously light headed as you gasped out loudly once he pulled you off his cock for just a moment to let you breathe.
"Gon' let me cum down your pretty throat, luv?" He asked, his pupils blown, thighs flexing in a way that made you aware of how close he was. Nodding eagerly, you took another breath before leaning in again, focusing mostly on his head now while your hand wrapped around the rest of him, jerking his length with tight strokes, having lubed up his cock enough for the friction to be just how he liked it.
His huffs and groans grew louder before suddenly, he let out a cuss, hips bucking up once more, burying a little more than half his length inside your awaiting, warm mouth, balls pulsing as his nice warm load slid down your throat, making you gulp down eagerly.
You suckled a bit more, his fingers digging into your shoulder slightly for support from being so sensitive. Eventually, you pulled off, inhaling deeply, a satisfied smile on your face.
Licking your swollen lips, you got another salty taste of his release before you leaned back on your knees, resting your forearms on his lap where his now softening cock rested right in front of your face, but your eyes gazed up at him.
"Mhm, welcome home, John." You smiled, kissing his hairy thigh gently.
"Welcome indeed." He chuckled, still a little out of breath but staring at you with a fondness in his blue eyes that spoke volumes.
Yes, it wasn't easy to be in a relationship with a high ranked military man double your age, but you wouldn't trade your life for anything else, knowing you have a man coming home that cherished you.
Hellur party peeps,
first time writing Gaz. I hope you'll enjoy!
topics & warnings: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!secretary!reader, flirting, teasing, kissing/making out, mutual pining, Gaz being whipped & maybe a bit OOC? idk, overall fluff
Youβd been sitting in this god forsaken worn out leather chair for the past six hours, eyes already hurting from staring at the computer screen in front of you, the rest of the room already consumed by darkness as you were one of the last people on base actually in their office, working on a report summary.
Assigned to the Task Force 141 as their secretary about two months ago, you knew that working under the eagle eyes of Captain John Price wouldnβt be exactly easy. But you were definitely a person who loved the challenge and confident enough to stand up for yourself, something that the team had quickly learned to appreciate.
Throughout the last weeks, you had gotten to know a little more about the four men you worked with other than the file information that you had access to. They were glad to finally have someone in the team to help and deal with paper work and report overview, making it easier for them to focus on actual deployment and operations.
You got along fairly quick with Soap from the start, with him being such a charming person, coming up with silly jokes to lighten even the worst moods and thinking that flirting could get him out of everything. But you knew just how to put him in his place, making sure that everything stayed friendly and professional.
With Price, it was mainly mutual respect. Even if he didnβt seem like it, working with Laswell for quite some time gave him enough knowledge about how it wasnβt easy for you as a female in the military, even if you were not even an active soldier or on field duty. He was strict, argued if necessary but still considered your input and saw you as part of the team which you appreciated greatly.
Ghost.... he was a harder nut to crack. More introverted and private, very closed off at first and barely paying you any mind, placing files and protocols on your desk with small huffs as his way of communicating. But your very decent sense for other human beings paid off eventually and even the gruff masked lieutenant became a little less silent around you, making sure to save you a seat at the mass hall with the guys.
And then thereβsβ¦ Gaz. Kyle. Sergeant Garrick.
It was hard to put a label to what you felt while being around the brit.
He was almost kind of shy at first, very kind and respectful, always making sure to make work easier for you, leaving you space when he noticed you were overstimulated or stressed, even going as far as bringing you tea and biscuits along with the paper work he had to hand in. Of course you didn't know that he had studied your exact preferences for quite a while prior, just for a moment like that.
Over time, he became more chatty around you but you still noticed that he was somehow easily flustered whenever an unfiltered comment would leave you. Like that one time you called him "a true darling" for bringing you a protein bar when you had mentioned that you were feeling light headed and forgot to have breakfast.
Oh, and who were you if you weren't eating that shit right up.
The more you noticed his little reactions, the more you kept teasing him abou it, making sure to come up with something even more bold, loving the soft color to his cheeks whenever you did. It was just too cute.
Leaning back in your chair with a sigh, you had to rub your dried out eyes with your knuckles, knowing that it would take at least another twenty minutes before you could call it a day. Sadly, you couldn't go with the stereotypical "I don't get paid enough for this" because honestly, you made a good amount and couldn't complain that much.
But nevertheless, your prayers for a greater being or knight in shining armour to come rescue you seemed to have been heard as there was a sudden, quiet knock on the other side of the door, making your brows furrow in surprise about who would need something from you so late.
"Come in, please." You called out, eyes fixed on the door in interest.
Gaz opened the door slowly, still in his outfit from training outside, the simple white shirt hugging around his arms in a way that made your eyes fixate on them for a little longer than probably appropriate.
"Oh, hello, Kyle. What brings you here so late? Not that I'm complaining." You added, a smile on your lips as you offered him to take a seat.
His eyes met yours, soft, warm, as he stepped in the room, closing the door behind him and coming to a halt closer to your desk.
"Hi. I actually just forgot something in the rec room and walked passed, I was a bit worried to see lights still on at this time so I came to check."
His words made something flutter in your stomach, feeling touched by the fact that he even noticed it and felt worried enough to come look.
"Awe, that's very sweet of you. Don't worry though, just one of those days that take unneccessarily long. I'll hopefully be done in a bit"
You answered truthfully, eyes still fixed on him, unable to keep yourself from taking in some of his facial details having him up close, like the fullness of his lips or his lashes.
Gaz hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"That's good. Uh... do you want some company? To stay awake, you know?" It was clear that the latter part was only an excuse added to make his suggestion reasonable.
The smile on your face grew wider upon hearing his offer, eyebrow raising almost teasingly.
"You wanna keep me company? Is this some sort of romantic military date, sitting next to each other while I sum up your mission report? Get's me all excited." You winked, not able to hold back the giggle that slipped at the thought.
The brits deep brown eyes widened at your words, the wink only adding to the heat that crept up his neck. God, he hated and loved how much of an effect you had on him equal parts. Why did you have to be such a tease and make it so much harder for him to stay in line?
Truth be told, he had been meaning to ask you out on a proper date for a while now. Already having planned it out in his head; a nice home cooked dinner, remembering that you mentioned how you truly liked those. Setting the mood with some cheesy music, maybe some scented candle. Anything that would be no stress and just a nice time spent together.
Yet, somewhere deep within him, there was hope that he eventually, he would dare to say βfuck me itβ and man up enough to ask you out. But for the time being, he picked up on as many crumbs as he could.
βI mean, it could be. Or not, of course. Thatβs inappropriate.β β¦ way to go, Garrick.
βOh, shut up and sit down, Kyle.β
You rolled your eyes, a soft smile on your lips as you nodded towards the chair in front to him, urging him to take a seat.
But to your surprise - and probably his own - he decided to grab said chair and lift it up a little before carrying it around the worn oak desk, placing it right next to your leather chair and letting himself fall onto the rather uncomfortable piece of furniture, squirming a bit before smiling at you.
βKeep going, then.β
Shaking your head with a wide grin you couldnβt even deny, your eyes switched from his slightly illuminated face back to the screen, beginning to type once more, filling the room with the echo of your nails meeting the keyboard.
After another fifteen minutes, an empty glass of water that Gaz had made you drink and a semi bad cramp of your left wrist, you finally leaned back in the leather chair with a creak, rubbing a hand down your face with a deep sigh of relief.
βYouβre done, then?β Gaz asked carefully, tilting his head in question.
βFinally. Iβm ready to jump off a cliff.β
βIβd prefer you wonβtβ He stated, aware you were exaggerating and just tired.
βWould you jump after me to come and rescue your favorite secretary?β Your eyes twinkled as you grinned at him, trying to get a reaction out of him once more.
βWithout a doubtβ The sudden seriousness in his voice caught you off guard, breath hitching and something in your chest fluttering gently as you met his eyes once more.
The deep brown almost seemed black in the barely there light of the office, yet it made you feel so secure and warm inside that you subconsciously started leaning towards him.
Gaz, of course, noticed it right away. His body stiffened, alert by your sudden closeness. Your perfume filled his senses, the heat in the room picking up by a tenfold as his eyes that had been locked with yours suddenly fell lower, finding your lips that basically lured him.
βWe shouldnβtβ¦β He began, his voice betraying him as it trembled slightly, fingers curling into a fist.
βDo you not want to?β You whispered, your own eyes flickering towards his mouth for a moment.
βGod, of course I do. Iβve been thinking about this since forever.β
βThen stop holding backβ
You urged, suddenly so close that he could feel your fastened breath tickling his skin.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes, body tightening and relaxing again, then something else entirely taking over before he suddenly leaned down, his rather soft palm finding the underside of your jaw as he pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss was not wild, not even as urgent as you had sounded before. It was two people exploring what it felt like to cross a line that meant no turning back.
Your mouth molded perfectly against his, moving with purpose, wanting to feel every inch of his perfect lips against yours while you held him by the base of own neck.
Pulling back for just a moment, chest already heaving the tiniest bit, his eyes fluttered open half lidded, meeting your confused ones, his cheeks flushed before he leaned down again, this time grabbing your face with both hands as he let his tongue slide across your lips, asking for access to your mouth which you gladly granted.
Your tongues played unhurriedly, tangling in a way that left your body pulsating, a soft noise leaving you, not a moan, just content, as he pulled away once more, leaning his forehead against yours for a moment to come back to his senses.
βFuck the protocol. Now that Iβve got a taste of thisβ¦ of youβ¦ I wonβt hold back anymore. Done that for too longβ¦β
He mumbled against the corner of your mouth, feeling how yours stretched into a bright smile, a soft huff of a laugh escaping you.
βI hope you wonβt because otherwise, I think Iβd have to ask for a transferβ You joked.
βDonβt you dare.β He warned, although you could hear the grin in his voice as he let go of your face gently, giving you a little more space again.
Despite the intensity of the moment, your body still had an inner clock which made you yawn impossibly long right after, hiding your mouth behind your hand. What a way to make this moment memorable. Gazβ laugh rang through the office.
βI think itβs time to for bed, hm?β
βYeah, I think otherwise it wonβt even be worth getting out of this chair anymore.β
He nodded, getting up and putting the chair he had used back in its original place before turning back towards you and holding out his hand.
Taking it with a giddy feeling in your stomach, you let him help you up before grabbing your bag, making sure everything was set and closed off before Gaz guided you up and outside the door, waiting for you to lock it before you faced him again, walking down the hallway together until you made it outside where your ways would part.
βI guess Iβll see you tomorrow.β
βIβll make sure to find some excuse to come see you.β
You laughed softly, shaking your head with a grin.
βAs if you donβt do this almost every day.β
βGuilty as charged.β
βWell, thenβ¦ goodnight, Sergeant Garrick.β You couldnβt help to say.
A groan was his first response.
βYou enjoy this too much. Goodnight, love.β
Giving him a cheeky grin, a wink and a kiss to the cheek that made him blush in the dark of the night, you around and answered over the sound of your shoes on the gravel path.
βI love it.β
Oh yes, you did.
And as each of you made your separate ways to get some sleep then, you couldnβt help but get excited about exploring whatever it was bubbling up between the two of you, hoping that he would not chicken out of it and keep the βfuck the protocolβ change of mind.
Help me, I think Gaz is so underrated. I love his character, cackled hardcore at the "Recon by Fire" mission in MW2 where Laswell and Price took the piss out of him on how they met first.
Hiii party peeps, I guess this is my daily synapse snap.
topics & warnings: Johnny βSoapβ MacTavish x military!fem!reader, slight teasing, smut, slight bondage, orgasm denial, begging, oral sex (fem!receiving), cocky!Johnny turns sub!Johnny, not proof read
MDNI 18+
Do you ever just think about how Johnny MacTavish is such a fucking cocky guy, always fucking around during the most inappropriate situations yet managing to keep full focus and control of whatever was going on? Itβs unfair, really.
Like how he was able to sit through a mission briefing with a bunch of highly ranked military personnel, completely ignoring your death stare from the side while his hand crept higher and higher up your leg underneath the table, making you squirm as his fingers playfully dug into the soft fat of your thigh through your cargo pants.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek in order to not accidentally let a squeal or, god forbid, a moan slip past you lips, tightly pressing them together in a frown you werenβt even aware of.
While trying desperately to focus on whatever the General in front of you was saying, you noticed in your peripheral view how Johnny was leaning towards you, his lips coming close to the shell of your ear.
βWhatβs got ye knickers in a twist, hen?β
He whispered, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up from the rumble as the stupid smirk on his face only grew wider.
Oh, but he knew exactly what was coming for him. And the longer heβd keep this little act up, the less forgiving youβd be.
β¦
Johnnyβs eyes were glossed over, face twisted in a mixture of pure bliss and complete desperation as he kneeled naked on the fluffy carpet on your bedroom floor, right in front of the bed that you were currently laying on.
You, fully nude as well, legs spread wide with a perfect view of your dripping, puffy pussy that you kept running your fingers through, the slickness collecting on them as you rubbed your swollen clit in lazy circles while keeping eye contact with him.
βPlease, bonnie, ah be a good boy for ye, please, lemme touch yeβ¦β
He sounded pathetic, the way his voice was all whiney and dripping with unsatisfied need, dark brows furrowed.
His hands that he so desperately wanted to roam your body with were tied behind his back with a silken rope, tight enough to make his fingers slightly numb.
Was he still technically able to get out of it? Surely.
But deep down he enjoyed this kind of self torturing way too much to do anything about it as he placed his chin on the white duvet to the edge of the bed, eyes completely transfixed on the movement of your fingers against your sensitive flesh, mouth slightly agape as the slick sound made his balls tighten.
He was a goner and it was so obvious.
βOh, now you wanna be my good boy?β You taunted, raising a brow, trying to hold back the breathy noises that wanted to escape from the sheer pleasure of watching him so helpless and needy.
βYouβve been a menace all day and now you want me to allow you to touch?β
The tone of your voice alone made his rock hard cock throb with need, pre cum leaking from his tip all the way down his shaft.
βPlease, βm sorry, lassie, so sorryβ¦ gonβ be betterβ¦ lemme touch..β
There was a tremble in his body while he was trying to rut his aching cock against the ground in desperation, even with the constricted position he found himself in.
It would be a lie to say your pussy wasnβt reacting to that with leaking even more, two fingers now disappearing in your clenching hole as you gasped out.
βI donβt think you deserve it yetβ¦ maybe you should eat my pussy first and I might think about rewarding you if you do good, hm? My poor Johnny boyβ¦β
It was your turn to smirk now, eyes full of lust and satisfaction on how the tables had turned within minutes of stepping into your own four walls.
And yet, Johnny was already planning on what to do try next time to get in this position.
He eagerly nodded and watched as you made your way to the edge of the bed, legs hooking invitingly over his shoulders before he let out a low growl from the back of his throat, eyes almost rolling back at the first touch of his warm wet tongue against your equally wet cunt, savoring the flavor of your arousal.
βFuuuck, sβgoodβ¦ gonnae cum just like that..β
βYou better fucking not or there wonβt be any touching for the rest of the night, babyβ
You warned, looking down at him as his blue orbs widened, a sound close to a whimper leaving him as he tried his best to hold back the approaching orgasm while continuing his tongue work.
Perverted fucker loved being a menace if it meant he got to do this.
I love myself a Johnny who wants to be all cocky and teasing but then turns a big subby pup behind closed doors ugh
Simon Riley who eats you out for stress relief after a shitty week.
18+ MDNI
The entire week had been one big cluster fuck and Simon was more than ready for it to be over with. He even considering crossing out the days in the calender you had put up in the kitchen near the fridge, originally to keep track of their schedules.
It already started with a way too long mission briefing on Monday morning that caused him to leave base way later than he'd hoped for, a tightness in his temples that made him frown all the way back home.
On Tuesday, he got into an argument with Price about some intel approach, a target they've been going for since a while now, and as much as he respected his captain and even considered him one of his closest people in the military, their stupid disagreement left him in a sour mood for the rest of the day.
And as if the stars had decided to misaligne for him alone that week, the next two days, he had to deal with stupid paper work and training rookies and privates who thought it was funny to push each others egos, resulting in a lot of yelling, making them run laps in the sun until one of them - the one who had been shit talking since minute one - threw up on Simons boots.
Friday came by and he found himself counting down the minutes until he could leave, leg bouncing impatiently under the table as his eyes flickered up every couples minutes to check the time from the papers in front of him that he couldn't really seem to focus on at all anymore.
Once the clock striked 2pm - luckily he was able to leave earlier on Fridays - the 6 foot something mountain of a man jumped to his feet, pushing the file that he was going through into the drawer of the desk, shutting it hurriedly before he rushed out of the office and down the hallway, making his way out of base with a confused look of Soap and Gaz who crossed his paths, looking after him with tilted heads.
"Ye see tha'? Lt 'bout tae zoom home." Johnny mumbled, a smirk growing on his lips.
"Mhm. Maybe got something good waiting for him." Gaz replied, yet unaware of how right he was.
Simon indeed sped home, any limits none of his concern as he pressed his boot down on the gas pedal, the truck flying down the streets to make time.
Barely ten minutes later, he pulled up in the driveway, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car as fast as humanly possible, the sight of your car there too making his pulse quicken.
You had been on a work related trip for the week, not able to help Simon much with how miserable his own was going except for a few comforting texts, phone calls... and maybe a picture of your tits spilling from your bra in the bathroom of a restaurant you had been going with some business partners, knowing that would be more of use for him.
So when the front door basically burst open, you turned around to face your husband, his chest heaving, tension from his body already leaving the moment his still blackish smudged eyes met yours in the hallway. It was your house rule that he wouldn't wear the balaclava around inside, therefore you could see the in the tired lines of his scarred face.
Your arms opened up silently inviting him in, knowing that what he needed the most now was your comfort.
But what you didn't expect, resulting in a high pitched squeal and giggle, was how Simon came up immediately, wrapping his bulky arms around your waist and lifting you up in the air, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you into the living room without so much as a gruff.
Once your body hit the soft fabric of the creme colored couch, he didn't even wait for any questions from your side, his fingers immediately hooking into the waist band of your flowy shorts that you'd been wearing.
You looked down at him, seeing his pupils blown wide, his tongue subconsciously licking over his dry lips as he gazed at you like you were his salvation.
"Si?"
"Need to taste m'wife... week was shite... head hurts...need yer pretty little cunt..."
Your breath hitched, body shivering as he pulled your shorts down along with the panties that already began to stick to your folds the moment he had laid you on the couch.
Seconds later, Simons face was buried between your soft thighs, nostrils flaring as he took a sniff that made heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment.
"Fuckin' hell, smells so good...already feel better, lovie"
It was all it took for him to begin feasting on your pussy for the next hour or so, alternating between teasing nips, broad licks up and down your folds and precise flicks to your sensitve clit until you came multiple times on his tongue, writhing underneath his grip on your thighs as your own fingers were tugging at his blonde strands that were bordering military regulations.
As much as you felt bad for how he struggled to make it through the week, you'd never get tired of his way to relieve all the pent up tension between your legs. And you knew he loved it, too.
First time trying smut, let me know what you think. Want more?
βΎece
Got my first Simon Riley smut coming tonight and I'm already working on a little Gaz story. Never thought that going back to writing could be so fun.
I decided to open requests already so send those via DM or the anon option through my q&a option. I will let you know if I can do that for you!
I will do both SFW and NSFW related stories.
no go's so far are β anything feet related, bodily fluids other than cum and blood, direct incest, rape.
Anything regarding non-con, I will decide individually if I feel comfortable enough to write it or not.
If other topics eventually turn up, I will add them to this post.
Thank you so much for reading my stuff, always feel free to leave feedback and I can't wait for my first requests in the future!
hello party peeps. enjoy this idea that kept popping up in my head for a while which I finally managed to write it down. hehehe.
topics & warnings: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader, use of y/n, mentioning of alcohol, mentioning of sexual activities but no specific smut, ons, overthinking, slight angst (if you can call it that) and comfort, fluff
You were currently sprawled out on the fluffy carpet in front of your couch in your living room, tv running with some absolute trashy show in the background, but your mind reeling as you replayed last nights events over and over again in your head.
The way his hands felt on your body, his hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck, his fingers trailing up your hips, the noises, god. You felt your body warming just at the mere memory of what that deep rumble did to you.
Yup, you were screwed.
Had been last night, to be precise, but now you were absolutely unsure on how to handle that situation. And since it was literally driving you nuts sitting with your thoughts - and a slight hangover to add - alone, you decided to grab your phone from the couch table next to you and dial the one person you trusted the most.
"Hell-hoe" Your best friend on the other side of the line dramatically answered per usual. You remembered the horrendous picture of you that she chose to put whenever you called.
You were slightly tipsy that night and agreed to try on a pair of black plastic glasses with a penis as a "nose" attachment that was actually part of a party game. Yeah, she was that unhinged to not care about whenever it would pop up in public places when you called.
"Hi gurly. I need your help. Advice. Whatever you wanna call it."
"Shoot. That sounds juicy already."
You let out a deep sigh. The thing was, you had already told your best friend about your little stupid crush on the SAS soldier that you had met that one time the both of you went out together at the corner pub. She had immediately agreed that he was hot - no doubt about that, anyone with eyes could tell - but also, like the good friend she was, warned you about how military men usually were the epitome of a red flag.
Always gone, late or no replies, priorities that mostly didn't include any form of relationship or serious commitment, leaving their spouse constantly worried and lonely.
Well, seems like you didn't get the memo or just lacked of actual care about those specific things. Which is what eventually lead you to visiting that pub a few more times - without her - and getting to know the charming man with the heavy scottish accent that made tingles run down your spine.
"Okay, so... remember that soldier from the pub?"
"Oh no, y/n ... what did you do?"
"So uh... turns out his name is Johnny and he's really good. Like... in bed."
"Y/n! You had sex with that dude?! When?"
"Yesterday. Well, we were both pretty damn drunk but it was still probably the best sex I ever had. And I know I sound insane but I don't want this to be a one time thing and I know what you said about this and I get it but maybe-"
"Easy there, tiger. Take a breath", she giggled.
"I think I'm fucked, girl. I think I'm getting attached to a dude who I met a few times in a bar then let him fuck my brains out."
Another sigh - now more in resignation - left you as you let yourself fall back onto the carpet with a thud, having sat up slightly throughout the call so far.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said this is an ideal situation but you know that I love to feed your delulus so maybe... I don't know, he's different?"
A scoff left your throat as her voice was anything but convinced about her own words.
"For starters... did you sleep over?"
"I did but I left early enough before he woke up..."
"That isn't very helpful with the fact that you probably want to see him again, you know that, right?"
She spoke and you could feel the awkward smile through the words.
"Thanks for making me panic even more", you answered bluntly.
"No! We can fix that somehow. I mean, do you have his number?"
You made a noise trying to imitate a red buzzer.
"Amazing", your bestie sighed. "That makes things more-"
Before she could even finish her sentence and continue to come up with other options to make this situation any less complicated, you suddenly were startled by a knock on the front door of your apartment.
Furrowing your brows in confusion, you sat up yet again and scrambled to your feet.
"Let me call you back in a moment"
You hung up the phone call, sure that it was maybe just the mailman or something similar, ready to call back your friend for a deeper discussion and advise in a bit.
...
But all of that went out the window the moment you opened the door, eyes widening immediately at the tan, buff man with the silly mohawk smirking down at you while leaning against the doorframe.
His equally silly and big biceps bulged as he crossed his arms, blue eyes set on your frame as if it didn't make your cheeks burn in a faint rosy hue from feeling so exposed in your joggers and loose shirt situation.
"Uh... how did you-"
"Well, hello there, lass. I dinnae ken that ya looked so cute in da mornin'. Dinnea have ta run from me, hm?"
Johnnys smirk grew as he took a slow step forward, backing you into the open space of your living area, watching you intensely, arms unfolding slowly. "I uh... I had to... I was..."
"Dinnea fuck' wit me, bonnie. Ye chickened out, did ye?"
Your defeated silence was everything he needed to hear - or not hear -to continue on while slowly stepping into your apartment, closing the door behind him like he was entering his own four walls and not an apartment he hadn't set foot into before.
You fidgeted with your hands, biting your lip which didn't go unnoticed by Johnny as his blue eyes flickered down towards the plush of them for just a fraction of a moment before they went back to meet yours, an eyebrow raising in question. "Well, I was... nervous."
You admit, turning around and leading him towards the living room, thanking whoever was above that you decided to clean your apartment just two days prior and haven't really had the time to make it a mess yet again.
Gesturing towards the couch for him to sit, you made your way towards your fridge and took out a bottle of water, not having much more to offer at the current moment before also taking down two glasses from the cupboard above and filling them, handing him one once you returned to the couch and taking your own seat.
"I haven't really done any... one night situations. I didn't know if you wanted me to even stay, I heard that usually you're not supposed to-"
"Who told ye that?"
"I mean, some of my friends-"
"Sorry tae say, hen, but ah think they never met any real men then"
Your face flushed once more as you tried to avoid his gaze, suddenly too aware about his presence in your home.
You could smell the heady scent of his aftershave and the warmth of his thigh that was subconsciously - or probably not - pressing into yours from where he was sitting way too close for it to be coincidence after all. "Ah ken that we had a fair bit o' liquor yesterday but I still remember everythin'. And I ken ye do too."
You gulped slightly upon feeling the warmth of his large hand suddenly resting on your thigh, comforting with an undertone of something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.
"So let's be honest, bon. Why'd ye run from me?"
"I was worried, okay?"
"Abou' what?" You suddenly gave in, meeting his eyes once more, vulnerability shining in your own orbs yet something in your stomach flipped pleasently while he was looking at you with a reassuring smile.
"How this would change the way we interact. It was always so easy to talk to you and.. I don't know, maybe I thought now that you saw me naked and, to be fair, in the most odd angles..."
You bit your lip for a moment, the memories of last night replaying in your head for a second too long, the way his hands felt up your body like it was an actual work of art.
"Plus, your job isn't exactly made for something serious."
"So ya want somethin' serious?"
You gasped, shocked about how you didn't even notice that those words slipped you in the first place, your face beet red and your pulse quickening. Oh fuck... now, you figured this was going to be a little bit of an uncomfortable talk but you obviously needed to go for even worse. Which made you decide to be honest since you had already dug your own grave with slipping up like that.
"What if I did?"
"Well..."
He began, trailing off for a moment because honestly, Johnny was a menace and he enjoyed seeing you so squirmish after confessing. Another smirk - one you wanted to punch and kiss him senseless for on equal parts - started to slip on his unfairly handsome face as he continued.
"Ah think in that case, ye have to let me take ye out properly, don't ye think?"
You blinked a few times, having already having played out the way worse reaction in your head, so hearing him actually offering to go out and getting to know each other better - maybe even in a more profound way? That kinda caught you off guard.
"But... you're always on duty and your priorities are probably set on that so..."
"Hen. Listen..."
Johnny didn't hesitate once, reaching out and rather carefully grabbing your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soothingly over your knuckles, grounding you.
"Ah get that ye've got these... stereotypical thoughts of a soldiers life but.. I set ma own priorities. And if ah decide tae make ye one o' 'em, I will."
The unusual seriousness of his deep voice made you squirm slightly, feeling your grip tighten around his hands that were holding your own, listening intensely as he continued on.
"I like yer company and if ye promise me not tae run from me again, we can try it. If ye want, that is."
His eyes were hopeful, head slightly tilting to wait for your response, anticipating what you had to say.
Your palms got slightly sweaty in his grip from the nerves running through you, but a deep breath helped you settle as you decided for yourself - this time without the influence of anyone.
"Okay"
You whispered, a gentle, nervous smile making its way on your lips as you agreed.
"Let's try this."
Johnnys own smile was wide as his eyes shone at your words, crinkling at the edges as he let go of one of your hands, just to grip your chin with his fingers and pull your face closer, gaze flicking down to your lips one last time before he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, all consuming kiss, stealing the air from your lungs, something that almost seemed silly if you thought about what other things he did to you the night prior to have the same effect.
Not able to help himself, he nipped slightly on your lower lip, making you gasp before he pulled away with a rumbling chuckle.
"Ye really are a cute lassie. Ah cannae wait tae bring ye aroun' more."
And somehow, you did believe him and that made trying worth it, didn't it?
The phone call with your bestie, though? Long forgotten, sorry not sorry.
Soooo what do we think? p.s. this isn't proof read so any major mistakes, let me know in the comments so I can edit them.
See ya later, βΎece
This is my first time posting an actual story on tumblr so please bear with me as I haven't written anything in literally 10 years plus English is not my first language so I'd like to apologize in advance for any spelling errors. Let's get going with the first lil' thing that came to my mind.
warnings & topics: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader, use of y/n, no specific gender mentioned, fluff, mutual pining, Simon doesn't know how to flirt properly but he's trying, bless him
You were currently sprawled out on the rather uncomfortable, worn out leather couch in the rec room, clad in some cargo tactical pants and a plain white shirt. Your arm was hanging over the backrest while one of your boots was resting on the wooden couch table, a position you haven't left within the last thirty minutes or so....
A deep sigh rang out through the room as you slowly sat up from your current position, your muscles aching, tired and feeling heavy from the mission you and the rest of the task force had returned from just mere hours ago. As soon as debrief was over and Price had let you all go, you made a beeline for the rec room, knowing that it would usually take no time for it to get occupied. Most likely by Johnny. As much as you loved him as one of your closest friends in the military, the Scot just couldn't keep quiet for the love of god and that is all that you needed for the moment.
Right after sitting up, you suddenly made out the sound of heavy footsteps down the hallway, coming closer with each step, probably ending your peace within the next minute. Amazing.
Your gaze drifted towards the door just in time to see the broad frame of a huge six foot something behemoth of a man in a skull mask entering the room, holding two paper cups in his hands that looked comically small with the size of his paws.
"Hey Simon", you greeted, a soft smile starting to spread on your lips upon seeing him making his way over to you, the usual gloomy aura following him but not scaring you off. It never did.
Funny enough, it was somehow one of the things that drew you in from the very moment you were assigned to the Task Force 141 about seven months ago. But given that Simon was a rather private person who kept to himself let alone trust others, you never really made much of a move to get to know him first handed but rather stuck to observing. Something the both of you had in common. That's how you slowly learned about what his body language meant along with some of his routines. Usually, he would be either in the gym or getting ready to hit the pub with the other lads, most likely forced but then still enjoying it in the end.
So it came as a surprise when he suddenly stood in front of you, or more like towering, given the fact you were seated, and suddenly held out one of the cups in his hand, not a single word leaving his lips as he stared at you, silently urging you to take it.
You blinked a few times, clearly surprised, feeling heat creeping up your cheeks as you took the cup from his gloved hands, not sure if you were imagining feeling the warmth of him from beneath the fabric as his fingers lingered just a moment longer than strictly necessary.
"Uh... thank you...?" You mumbled, immediately regretting how weird it sounded as his body went a little rigid. But you couldn't really help the confusion about his gesture.
" 's tea. The one ya like. Chamomile."
He suddenly answered your unspoken question, voice sounding rough and gravely from disuse through the mask, but not unkind. Your eyes widened at that, not having expected such a thoughtful thing from him at all and not understanding how'd you deserve it.
What you didn't know was that Simon was observing you probably just as much as you did him, taking his callsign pretty serious while doing so and staying in the shadows while memorizing tiny details about you. How you were always the first person to enter the briefing room for the mere fact of sitting in your usual spot, too embarrassed to eventually having to cause a scene because someone else would end up sitting there and therefore trying to avoid it by being early enough. The way you started to clench your fists repeatedly whenever you got nervous talking to higher ups. And frankly, the way you always hauled ass towards the rec room first thing after a meeting to unwind... and oddly enough, your tea preferences.
So... was this his way of... flirting? No, that would be insane. He definitely isn't the type to be interested in a relationship, probably not in anything remotely romantic in general. Simon was clearly only focus on his duty in the military, there was no time for distractions. He probably was just getting something to drink for himself and was feeling generous enough to bring you something as well. Nothing to overthink, right?
"That's very kind of you, Si. Thank you"
You spoke, the nickname tumbling from your lips uncontrolled. Your breath hitched upon realizing, eyes widening as your cheeks yet again dusted in a rosy color, though from embarrassment this time. You barely just started to call him by his first name at all, nicknames was a whole other level that you were sure you weren't on in the slightest.
"I'm so-"
"Don' be. 's okay." He immediately interrupted, something in his amber gaze softening as he kept looking at you, holding his own cup in his hand while shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Oh.. uh, okay. Thanks again. You really didn't have to"
"I know. But I wanted to."
Another smile spread on your lips involuntarily, wider this time, as you nodded slightly and sat up a little more again, clearing your throat.
"Well, I appreciate it. Truly."
Simon kept awkwardly standing there for a moment before slowly turning around on the spot, secretly having never been more glad to wear the mask while his cheeks were glowing with heat underneath it.
He made it to the door, your gaze following him while trying to understand whatever cryptic interaction this might've been between the two of you, before looking over his shoulder one last time, his eyes meeting yours in a fleeting exchange of unspoken words that would take time to unravel for the both of you, speaking once more with a more tender voice.
"See ya tomorrow, Y/N. Relax some more."
As fast as he had come, he was gone again, true to his nature. It left you speechless, looking down at the brown paper cup with the white plastic lit sitting in your hands, still warm. But the smile never left your lips as you brought the drink up, taking a sip of the contents, a giddy feeling in your stomach blooming, thoughts drifting off to what this interaction might've started for the unforeseeable future and how you could return the favor.
And Simon? He was standing just outside the rec room in the middle of the hallway, his mask barely pulled above his lips, a slight smirk spreading on his chapped lips, the scar crossing it pulling tight from the movement. Oh, he was so proud of his flirting skills. Chuckling silently to himself, he lifted his own cup to his lips, the taste of chamomile flooding him. His nose scrunched. He didn't like chamomile, but he liked you, and that was enough for him to finish the full cup while his footsteps disappeared down the hall. Maybe next time, he would finally be brave enough to actually have a proper conversation with you but for today, he was done testing his luck.
Woooow, I don't even know what to think. It's so nice to get into the grove again, I'm still not 100% sure about it put I feel like it'll get better with time. Please let me know what you thought about this, I really wanna keep going with it. π₯°
See ya later,
βΎece
My name is Cece, i'm 26 and it's time to write again. I've been on tumblr since my early youth [not sure if that was good for my mental stabilty or not but whatever lol] and have been reading fanfiction and imagines with various topics and from multiple fandoms ever since.
And throughout the past month or so, I've felt the sudden urge to come back to writing, something I haven't done in a very long time. And since Call Of Duty plays a big part of my life as an ex-Cosplayer and also big fan of the games, I wanna start with that and eventually expand my works to other stuff.
I decided that I will start with dropping a few imagines/one shots/headcanons etc. about the TF141 [maybe also Keegan from CoD: Ghosts or KΓΆnig from KorTac] before eventually opening requests, depending on the response I get for those and to see if people would be interested in that at all.
My work will be both sfw and nsfw and I will make sure to give trigger warnings accordingly.
I'm happy if you decide to follow my journey and give my writing a chance, I apologize in advance since English isn't my first language and minor mistakes can happen.
Thank you so much and feel free to send me DMs if you have any further questions!
