summary | after six weeks of collecting your ever-elusive neighbor's post, what starts as a polite hallway exchange turns into something hard to ignore.
series cw | mdni, please read warnings for each chapter, older!price x fem!reader, age gap (20s/40s), divorcée!price, john is fatherly toward reader, fluff, smut, angst, alcohol, cigarettes/cigars, regrettably i have a sick, unyielding need for john to call me 'duck' and it has bled through this fic
"Hey!" Cassie McKay waves you down the second you hit the ED. It's actually fairly hard to become friends with someone from another department -especially somewhere as busy as the ED- but you and Cassie managed it. "Com'ere for a second. We need your opinion."
"Please don't tell me you're pregnant."
Funnily enough, you two had met during a pregnancy scare. Cassie had scheduled an appointment with the hospital OBGYN department and ended up with you as her doctor.
"I promise I used protection," she had said. "I should never have sex again."
"Girl, I think women should have more sex," you had said in reply. "Safe sex, of course. Fun sex. Good sex."
Cassie was silent for a second, then snorted so hard that it scared you. "I like you."
Today, Cassie gives you the same tickled look.
"Oh, god, no," she says. "Can you imagine?"
"Yes, actually." You walk up to the nurse's station. There's a gaggle of people there, all women, all leaning in conspiratorially. "What's up?"
"Do you think Dr. Robby is hot?"
The question doesn't make sense.
"What?"
"We're taking a poll." A nurse cuts in. "Opinions are divided."
"Absolutely not," says the doctor with the bright eyes. The youngest one of the group nods wildly, eyes wide like she'a terrified of her own answer.
"Well," You think this one's name is Mel. "Maybe? I never thought about it."
"I say yes." McKay laughs at herself. "But it's been a while since I've gotten laid. Most of the nurses say yes, but a lot of them are thirsty for anything."
There's a moment of silence and you realize they are waiting for you. You fiddle with your badge holder; its Miffy, holding a little swaddled baby. The moms always seem to like it.
"He can be a huge dick," you say.
"Personality aside!" Cassie catches you avoiding the question. "Is he hot?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you're the horniest person in this entire hospital!"
"Whoa, excuse me!"
"Don't deny it!"
It's probably true.
"Don't do this to me."
"Come on!"
You groan, hands on your hips, debating how honest you should be.
"Fine. Sure. Yes! Yes, he's hot. Crazy hot. Fuckable beyond belief." Most of the group laughs, a couple of them grabbing charts and scurrying away to work. "I'd ride his face so hard you'd have to give me a fucking cowboy hat. They'd give me a beltbuckle for winning the rodeo because I'm not falling off of that stallion."
Cassie McKay buries her head in her hands and you assume she's laughing, so you push forward.
"I'd invent new positions the kama sutra couldn't even compete with for that man."
"You should stop," the bright eyed one says, unamused.
"Oh, please! You all asked me-- ee..ee..."
When you turn to keave, you see why you should have kept your mouth shut. Robby himself is behind you, looking over his glasses with this scolding look that makes your stomach clench.
"Excuse me," he says, amused, maybe. "But I believe my staff are supposed to be working."
You might be tachycardic. You can feel your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. Maybe you should never have sex again. Maybe you should become a nun.
"Yes! Uh, yes, I was just--" you can't get a sentence out. "Baby."
"I'm your baby now, huh?"
"No!" Panic takes over. "There's a baby in-- they called me-- patient-- uh--"
"I know. I'm just teasing you." Robby smiles, eyes wrinkling at the corners. He jerks his head to the side to point. "They're in south 13, cowgirl."
No thoughts just clingy!reader who's dating ghost....
You know you're clingy, it's impossible not to when nearly every relationship you've had has sighted it for the reason to break-up. People get weirded-out by how...attached you get with your partners. No one wants to be around you all the time.
Or, that's what you thought until you met ghost.
Ghost, your beloved partner, never once tells you you're too clingy. In fact, he...enjoys it?
You're constantly touching him whenever he's close, skin itching for the warmth of his skin. You attatch to simin like a barnacle in the mornings, hand wrapped in his own while you sleeping follow his morning routine. He never once complains, even indulgently sits you on the bathroom counter so you can hug his chest while he brushes his teeth, mumbling "no' gonna fall asleep, are you lovie? Want breakfast yet?"
Or when ghost goes to base, and you feel like you're falling apart without him, he's never mad that you call. Picks up when he can with an automatic "hello, love. I miss you." Because he knows you feel embarrassed saying it first.
When you get really clingy? To the point of tears of ghost is away for too long? He never gets upset or calls you childish.
Ghost refuses to make plans for the first week of his leave because he knows you'll spend it hoarding him in a cozy bed, snuggled up and softly crying about how much you missed him before falling asleep listening to him talk.
You're never too clingy for ghost. Maybe because he's never felt loved like this before, and your clingyness is reassurance. Maybe he just needs to know you love him as much as he loves you.
Imagine alpha!ghost being the only one in your pack available to help you with your heat, right?
You have to take a break from blockers eventually, and it just so happens that ghost is the only one not on a mission, nest-trapped with a sprained wrist.
You...well, you think what anyone would think looking at ghost.
Giant of a guy, even by alpha standards, scent always a bit sour. You've never known ghost to be anything but rough, even in his pack affection. He scrubs a wrist into your neck instead of scenting properly, doesn't hesitate to scruff even gaz, or snap his teeth at price.
You expect pain, definitely. The sting of fangs across your skin and a knot forced too soon. An efficient heat, comfort not the focus.
Instead, you get...this.
"C'mon, lovie, it's okay." Ghost rumbles, deep and alpha-confident in the nest. You can't suppress the whine his rumble draws out, tucking closer to his neck. Ghosts scent is thick and warm, more intense than you've smelt before, nose pressed right against the glands.
One hand guides your hips over his cock, not controlling but supporting the movements you make. Allows you to set the pace with a shudder. You wonder if he's this nice with gaz or price, if he lets them cuddle up and ride until they beg for a knot. The thought of your packmates makes you whine more, and two thick arms wrap around to trap you against his body.
"Mmh, alright then? Had enough?" Ghost hums, not exactly to you, cloudy as you are. He holds you still and works his hips into you, rubbing all along the places that make you melt and purr. Ghosts own scent turns honey-sweet at the sound, and not long after he gives you your first knot of many.
Your heat is syrup melting into your mind. Ghost makes it sweet and warm, makes it so damn nice you mourn going back to the rough love he prefers. How an alpha like him can find any sort of softness is beyond you.
Still, you might have to switch out your blockers for more frequent breaks if this is what you're getting.
Alpha!ghost who's this giant, terrifying animal of a person, right?
He reeks of anger all the time, scent tinged with citrus and something distinctly chemical. Ghost is the kind of alpha who's presence lingers long after he's left the room, others naturally submitting to him out of survival instincts. He would gut them if he wanted to.
Yet he falls apart so sweetly for you.
"Aw, hey, hi ghost." You smile when a large body drapes over you. No greeting before ghost is shoving his nose into your neck and inhaling deeply "bad day? Hm, big boy?"
The hands running up your side squeeze momentarily, pulling you back against thick fat and muscle "....nest?"
"Mmh. Okay." You nod, tilting your head in anticipation for ghost licking your scent gland like a distressed pup.
Ghost curls up so small in your nest it's a wonder how he takes up so much space usually. He rumbles, self-soothing, while you rub his sides. "it's okay, baby. Just settle down, yeah?"
He always gets like this when the pain is really bad. Severe migraines, muscle pain, trauma. It's a wonder how he crawls out of the nest each morning. You press a kiss to the crown of his head "take your time, pup. I'm right here."
A low, overwhelmed whine, his face hidden in your stomach "....thanks."
simon drowns in the deep end the moment he meets you.
simon riley x admin!reader
tags/cw: short blurb!, simon pov, a bit nsfw, subspace?, voice kink, protective!simon, dog!simon, big scary dog who only loves their owner, ptsd, some angst + comfort, based on this request
ghost notoriously doesn't give two shits about anyone.
so it's a wonder, when you come around.
a new admin officer, transferred from a different base. he finds you toddling around the halls like a lost lamb with a heavy box of files. didn't plan on helping you; about to walk away until he hears you call out to him--
"excuse me! do you think you could help me find my office, please?"
it's like his synapses rewire themselves after that.
good morning, lieutenant! are you making tea? do you mind making me a cup?
oh, lieutenant! sorry-- could you help me carry these boxes to my office please? they're a bit heavy.
thank you, lieutenant, you're always so helpful.
for some reason, he doesn't say no-- can't, won't, never.
he makes an extra cup for you every morning, brings it personally to your office and lets your thank you wash over him. jogs over whenever he spots you lugging heavy things around. feels like clearing a long-suffering stuffed nose when you tell him how grateful you are.
whenever you enter the room, he perks up like a damn dog. eyes zero in on you until you leave. when you speak, his head and ears turn and turn until they find you, before everything else melts away.
sometimes, he won't even realize he's left the room to follow you until he finds you looking up at him with a question on your tongue. yes, lieutenant?
people notice.
he knows because he finds you sniffling in the back corners of the base one day.
you wipe your tears and tell him it's nothing even though he's contemplating committing a crime.
wrap a shaky hand around his clenched fists to soothe his breathing when you should be telling him why you're crying.
garrick is the one who tells him. heard some blokes calling 'em a slag. thought you'd want to know.
he sniffs them out within the hour and makes them repay a debt to you.
price sits him down at some point-- asks if you're a distraction, asks if you need to be moved.
ghost isn't one to question the old man's judgement, not one to talk back to command, but he doesn't like it. doesn't like how price assumes you're the problem, when you're not. scoffs at the idea that moving you would fix anything, when it wouldn't.
move'em then. see if i follow.
when he finally drags you into bed with him, it's him diving headfirst into the deep, deep blue.
he can't describe it any other way. never heard a whale's song in his life but if he did, it'd probably be something like this.
surrounded by the soft lilts of your moans in his water-muffled ears, reverberating through his walls and body.
your warmth is all he feels in this place unbound by gravity. it lulls him, makes the pleasure of your sweet cunt around his cock all the more intense.
he fucks you slow and hard; hugs you close so your throat is next to his ears. the tremble of your heart drives him close. the shivers that rock his spine when he feels your vocal chords vibrate go straight to his cock, and he cums harder than he ever has in his life.
simon riley has been bombarded by an irritating loudness for as long he's remembered.
drunk screams and a woman's cries at one end of his life, neverending gunfire and bombs at the other.
simon riley, whose ringing ears finally fall to a hush the moment he hears you speak.
before you, he spent most of nights in his personal echo chamber hellhole. awake, unable to will it away, mind replaying every single boom and blast it's ever experienced.
these nights, he submerges into the sound of your voice resonating in the hollow of his chest and sleeps.
Uhm— ghost who is absolutely addicted to giving you kisses??
You were the one to really introduce him to the concept, giving him a quick peck on the lips after a night out. From that very first brush of soft skin against his, ghost was hooked.
Now, it seems like all he wants to do is kiss. Ghost doesn't care where you are, if there's others around, he'll be wrapping a big paw around your waist and begging "kiss? Please, lovie? Kiss?"
Whenever he fist sees you in the day, he's already hooking a thumb under his mask and pulling it up just enough to firmly press his lips to yours.
Yes, the team gets to see plenty of it, especially when he invites you out to drinks with them. You're the obnoxious couple who will be trading spit in the corner after two drinks, ghosts thighs spread wide for you to sit on, licking into your mouth like he's trying to taste your heartbeat, "c'mon, love, more? I missed you this last op, wanna feel yer tongue against mine–"
Oh, and if you try to initiate a kiss? Ghost is acting like a blushing bride. A quick peck to his lips over his mask earns you an indignant squeak, followed by the facial expression equivalent of his brain restarting, face all red if you could see it. Of course, it's quickly followed by him dragging you back by the collar for "a proper damn kiss. None of that fake shit–"
Whenever someone tries to tease him about it, ghost never falters. He loves you, why would he be embarrassed about kisses? Once, price made a snide remark about ghost acting like your needy wife, and he shot back "when was the last time yer missus gave you a kiss, john?"
Needless to say, you'll never find yourself short on supply of kisses.
For the nonny that wanted to suffocate on ghosts tongue <33 hehe
Mmhh....soap who's used to fighting for his meals, big family and all that, so his self-regulation is really messed up.
Which is how he ends up crawling into your lap after a dinner with the team. He's slow and lethargic, brows pinched in discomfort. You raise your brow at the unzipped pants, his tummy bulging out. "You okay, johnny?"
"Ahm' fuckin' dying. Take me out back an' shoot me." He groans, tucking his face into your stomach and gingerly turning on his side. Soap is rarely cuddly in such an...open way. Sure, he cuddles, but it's always a bit playful, never seeking comfort.
"Big dinner? What'd you have?" You ask, leaning forward to rub soaps belly, to which he genuinely whines.
"Too much. Fuckin– ah' don't know how ghost can eat tha' much." He slurs, arms wrapping around you like a teddy bear. Ah, he probably saw ghost's order and got the same. A fatal mistake given that ghost is a literal tank of a person and johnny is decidedly not.
"Mmh, okay. Just lie down, I'll take care of it." You soothe, already moving to push the pillows around johnny for support. You grab some water for him, as well as some fluffier blankets. The whole time soap just lies there, hands over his stomach and whining like a sick dog.
By now the soap tummy ache protocol has been perfected, after many sleepless nights after bad decisions. You make sure to kiss soap on the forehead, and chuckle when you realize he's already passed out in a proper food coma.
Ghost knows you like his gear, you stare at it all the time, eyes shining with interest.
"You entertained down there, lovie?" He asks, eyes wrinkling with a smile under his mask. His hands gently rest on your thighs, holding you in place on his lap.
He watches intently as your fingers deftly buckle and unbuckle the straps on his gear. You just hum in response, not at all paying attention as you unfasten the straps for his rappelling harness.
"Ahm' gonna have to redo all these." He tells you, doing absolutely nothing to stop your playing.
"Uhhh-huh." You mumble, retightening the straps over his upper thighs until they squeeze the slightest bit. Ghost grunts in response, trying to shift in his seat, but you push at him "hold still, simon."
"Mmmmhg...anything you want, love." Ghost groans, head tossed back. He tries desperately to ignore how your touches and demanding voice are getting him chubbed up.
Because he'd do anything for you, and he doesn't want to ruin your fun. Besides, he knows if he behaves then he'll get to bend you over the couch with his gear brushing your back.
No thoughts just nikolai and eepy!reader who he spoils relentlessly...
He gets you a nice, big bed with curtains that go all tje way around, creating a little sleepy world for you. Fluffy pillows and blankets of a wide variety for you to choose from. He knows you like to snuggle into bed so he keeps the room nice and cold.
The only caveat? He gets to choose what you wear. Always set out for you by time you exit your shower.
Which, isn't as one-note as some might think. Sure, he's very fond of lingerie, but he's more fond of your comfort. On bad days, he chooses the long thing pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt. He loves silks for you, but his personal favourite is lace panties and one of his shirts.
You couldn't count the number of photos he's sent of his calloused hands pulling aside your panties with his cock snugly inside you. Or videos of him jerking off above you, still asleep.
You don't mind, it's honestly sweet how obsessed he is with you. Besides, you get the best damn sleep of your life thanks to him.
I adore how you write for Nik, I've been stressed as hell lately. I keep getting yelled at over things other people should be doing like taking care of the pet they chose to keep and rn the idea of being a pretty pampered pet is lovely.
Nik just has to fuel my gaming addiction, it's okay though cause I'll build him a Minecraft house lol
Literally I think Nik would have no problem fueling your gaming hobby. He loves a homebody who can stay inside all day…. And honestly, though it’s not exactly in his wheelhouse, I can see him getting into PC customizing. Like he’s totally the type to see really expensive pre-built rigs and think “there has to be a way I can do this better and more efficiently”. I think he thinks that about most things.
And honestly, I also think his absolute favorite activity when he comes home from a job that took him away from you, even if it was just some long hours in an aircraft hanger within driving distance, is getting a tour of all your projects. He likes to just sit with you while you present all your journals or drawings or your farm in stardew valley. He won’t pretend to have a perfect understanding of the games you’re playing, but he just likes hearing your voice and taking in all the little slices of your life. He remembers it very well, too— it makes it very easy for him to come back with little treats and gifts when he has to go away.
So yes. He would want a complete tour of your new Minecraft base. And while I don’t think he’d fully get into the game or memorize a lot of recipes, I think if you wanted him to play with you he could just spend the whole time strip mining to fuel your Minecraft lifestyle. You’re like his own personal livestream. An ant farm. A fairy shrimp in his bio active aquarium. An algae cell swimming in a Petri dish under his microscope. He just can’t get enough of your going about your business.
ghost always heard the other recruits complain about how hard it is to please their girls, how difficult they are, and all the other locker room talk. so he figures most of it is bitching but with a kernel of truth in there somewhere, and he’s glad he isn’t dealing with something like that on top of everything. but then he gets his girl and all he can do is scratch his head when he hears it. it’s all just observation and application, innit? like field work but way easier— no guns, no deaths, no mess.
his girl has a favorite food, a favorite flower, a favorite kind of little trinket, and it makes her happy when he brings them to her. he keeps a calendar of all the dates she tells him about, like any good soldier would, to plan around or for them. he figures no girl wants to be worrying about her car, so he takes it to the shop and fills it with gas when he can, drives her everywhere while he’s with her. he doesn’t mind wherever they go, but she does so he picks the places and the things she likes and gets rewarded when they get home. her hips buck when he flicks his tongue or curls his fingers a certain way? noted and catalogued for future reference.
and somehow everything he does is right and gets him kisses all over his face, one happy girl calling him “sweet” of all things. this shit is easy and the rest of those muppets don’t deserve their girls.
He forgot to tell you, and you don't play around with self defense. If there's a stranger in your house when there shouldn't be, you swing first and check your facts later.
...which is how ghost ends up spending his first night of leave in the hospital emergency room.
"Si...si im sorry..." you say for the fifth time in the last hour. You know ghost hates hospitals, but his fingers were literally bent backwards and you may be hopeful but you're not stupid. "I thought you were a murderer or something!"
"Y'know, I hear price's missus cooks him dinner when he comes home." Ghost comments pointedly, side-eyeing you. He's not really upset, you know, but you still feel so guilty.
"I'm serious, si, it was dark out. I feel horrible!" You groan, hiding your face against his shoulder. Eventually, the doctor comes back and shows ghost his x-rays. No surgery today, but a cast is needed.
Ghost sits deathly still for the cast, holding your hand in his working one, squeezing methodically. He doesn't look at his arm, instead nods to the x-ray "you have a good swing, love." Then he adds "might want to work on quick thinking, though."
On the way back from the hospital, you stop to share a milkshake, and get to watch as ghost is hounded by his teammates in the group chat for getting taken out by a bat.
"Love you, si." You make sure to whisper to him that night, when ghost is looking too long at his cast. His eyes crinkle, scars pulling at his smile. Ghost just kisses the top of your head and tucks you closer.
He loves you too, and he's glad you can keep yourself safe.
Thinking about ghost who resource guards reader...
He doesn't even realize he's doing it at first, too focused on how nice it is to have someone who's happy to smile and talk with him even on bad days.
It's in the small things. How ghost stands close to you in a crowded room, a hand on your shoulder, as if to create a physical barrier between you and the others. How he insists on standing or sitting next to you in group meetings. How his eyes track the movements of others when they get too close.
It gets so much worse after the duo mission.
Neither of you speak about what happened, it's all swiftly classified and hidden behind black boxes, but everyone can see the change.
"ghost, it's lunch time." He's started following you everywhere, or more accurately keeping you close to his side. Not that you seem to care, happily letting ghost drag you by the wrist to wherever he fancies.
Sure, he looms over you constantly, always is touching you in some way, and no one tries to talk to you when ghost looks like he'll shoot them for trying, but you don't mind.
The one time he couldn't be around you was....bad. no one wants a repeat of that week, so they all politely avert their gaze when ghost leads you around by the neck or tucks you under his chin.
