It hadn’t ever been this bad before. Information was leaked. And then withheld. Makarav knew more than they thought, they were further than they thought. None of the Taskforce has slept for days, running off anxiety and an abhorrent amount of caffeine. Things really couldn’t get worse.
Except for that they did.
Price had called an emergency meaning. “New information” and “urgent” in the memo. The men silently sat around the table waiting for their captain to enter.
When he did, he looked crazy; hair disheveled and stress coating his words as he spoke.
“Alright.” He took a breath, trying to choose the correct words.
The men looked at each other, exchanging confused and concerned glances. They knew it was bad. They knew things were coming to a crescendo, but none of them have ever seen their captain this stressed. Price ran his fingers through his hair and then looked up at Ghost.
“Lieutenant,”
The air stood still.
“We don’t know for sure, but” Price paused before ripping off the bandaid. “We have good reason to think your flat’s been compromised.”
And for many of the men’s first time, Simon looked shocked. You lived in that flat.
“What?”
“We don’t know for sure.” Price repeated, trying to ease Simon’s nerves.
Ghost stood. “Whad’ya mean you ‘don’t know for sure?’ Has she been compromised or fuckin’ not?” He barked.
No one but Soap knew who you were, but it was clear that whoever you were, you’re incredibly important to Simon. They had never seen Simon this angry, this scared.
“We don’t know, Simon, I have men going to the flat right now.”
“Is she answering her phone? What’s the GPS say?” He barked back, getting louder. “The fuck do you mean she might be compromised?” He was yelling now.
Price took a breath. This was going just about as badly as he thought. “Her GPS is reading towards the Konni.”
Ghost was silent for about a second, and it was the longest second ever.
“If her GPS says she’s been taken,” Ghost was quiet before erupting into a roar, “then why the fuck aren’t we going to get her? Why the fuck are we here sniffing’ our arses?” The room shook with his voice.
“You know why, Lt, there’s a chance that she’s not where the GPS is reading,”
“Right!” Ghost interrupted. “Let’s just fuckin’ assume her GPS glitched! Let’s not assume her head’s on a fuckin’ spit right now!”
“Lieutenant,” Price raised his voice, trying to get Ghost under control. “We both know that’s not how that works. I have four men heading to your flat right now. They’re looking for her and reporting back. She’ll be brought back and set up —“
“That is if she’s not bloody dead,” Ghost interrupted again.
Price took a breath. “We’ll set her up in the safe house. But Simon, until we hear from them, there’s nothing we can do.”
The room was quiet, the tension thick. Ghost looked like his blood was boiling and it was.
“Fuck you.” He spat at Price before shoving past him and slamming the door behind him.
The was quiet. Price sat back down and pressed his fingers into his temple.
“Who the fuck is he talking about?” Gaz asked, noticing he’s the only one who didn’t know.
“His wife.” Soap absentmindedly answered. “Price,” he started. “I’m gonna go find him.” Soap stood and walked out, putting a compassionate hand on Price’s shoulder as he passed.
Soap walked into the barracks and found Ghost hunched over on his bed, foot tapping, and hands rubbing against each other rapidly. He looked like he was going crazy, and he was.
“Mate,” Soap said, sitting across from Ghost’s bed. “You gonna kill me?” A failed attempt at trying to ease the tension. Ghost just remained, eyes facing the ground but clearly lost in thought. “Simon,” Soap said tying to snap him out of it.
“She’s in medical sales.” Ghost said weakly, finally looking up. “She does nursing shit. She never wanted anything with this life.”
Soap nodded. “I know, but-“
“If she’s hurt, Johnny, I did it.” For the first time in Johnny and Simon’s friendship, Simon was completely helpless. “If she’s dead, then I killed her.”
“That’s not true, Is-“
“Yes, it is.” Ghost was a bit louder. “She never did any of this. I did. I’m the one they want to hurt, they don’t want t hurt her they just know it’ll hurt me.”
“We don’t even know if she’s even hurt yet,”
“And I brought them to her. Just by knowing me, I contaminated her.”
Johnny was silent. He nodded. He understood his friend just needed someone to hear him.
“She’s the only person I’ve ever loved. She’s the only family I have.”
Johnny nodded again.
“I don’t have anyone else, Johnny. Just her. And I might’ve fuckin’ killed her.”
Johnny spoke. “Don’t say that.” He put a hand on Simon’s leg, stilling his bouncing. “Not yet. We don’t know.”
. . .
That evening was the longest evening of Simon’s life. He couldn’t catch a breath. He couldn’t swallow. Or sit, or eat, or drink, or relax, or talk. He spent the whole evening pacing and holding his breath.
And then Price walked into the barracks. Ghost couldn’t move, his ears ringing with silence. Gas and Soap holding their breath, too.
“She’s alright. She’s on her way here now.”
And when Ghost let out the breath he was holding he let it out with a groan.
“We think her GPS was tapped, most likely by Makarav, so we’re bringing her here. She’ll go to the safe house.”
Ghost closed his eyes and collapsed on his bed.
She’s okay.
She’s okay.
She’s okay and she’s on her way here.
“She completely okay, Simon. She was even confused when the boys were at her door.”
Ghost nodde, a small smile at Price’s words.
She was confused. She was so clueless. She had no idea. She was just living her life. Going to work, making dinner, watching this insufferable reality TV shows Simon can’t stand.
She wasn’t kidnapped or hurt or targeted or missing.
And in a few hours, she’d be in his arms.
“Thank you, Cap.” Ghost opened his eyes, finally allowing himself to unclench his jaw and relax his shoulders since their meeting that morning.
. . .
And just as John promised, there you were a few hours later. The Majors that retrieved you walked in first and Simon immediately stood up rushing to the door before you had even walked through it.
The second he saw you he pulled her, quite forcibly, into his arms. Everyone else hadn’t even been able to really look at her before she was covered by Simon. Which to Gaz, was quite disappointing after realizing that both Johnny and Price had been over to yours and Simon’s flat.
“Simon, what’s going on?” You asked, clearly stressed out, but grateful to be with her husband. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, love.” Simon spoke into the top of your head. “Everything’s okay, baby. ‘M just glad you’re okay.”
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a small little thing i wrote while not listening in class !
forgive my lack of posting !! i'm traveling a ton, i've got midterms, & i'm sick :(
⋆·˚ ༘*🔭 In which a call is way more concerning than it seemed.⋆·˚ *🔭
Warnings *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - Blood, fighting, arguments, framing, crying, torture, taskforce 141 being mean, angst, some comfort? Tell me if I forgot some!
Call of duty taskforce 141 x reader.
HI Everyone! How are y'all? I have finished part two, please give me some ideas on how this story should end! I hope y'all enjoyed thisssssss :)
For the past twenty-four hours, all you had felt was pure, unrelenting agony. The pain was a maddening blend of physical and mental torment, twisting and gnawing at every last shred of your will. That you’d managed to stay awake for the last day surprised even you.
It was a cruel sort of perseverance, one that left you teetering on the edge of reason. Blinking with the only eye that wasn’t swollen shut, you cast your gaze downward, focusing on your lap, on the wreckage of yourself.
Blood. It was everywhere.
The white shirt you had pulled on that morning—clean and bright—was now drenched in crimson. No trace of its original color remained. Your jeans, once a comfortable faded blue, had turned so dark with blood they now looked black. The sticky warmth clung to you, soaking your skin, seeping into every fiber, until it felt like even your soul might be bleeding out.
The sheer amount of blood you’d lost was staggering, and yet here you were, somehow still breathing. Not for much longer, though.
A bitter laugh—if it could even be called that—escaped your lips, gurgling through the blood pooling in your throat. So this was how it would end, not in some grand act of heroism, not even in a blaze of reckless glory, but here, like this. Alone, bleeding out.
No, not alone.
Your gaze shifted upwards, slow and heavy, and there he was.
Jho—no, Soap.
You refused to call them by their real names anymore. It made it easier that way. At least, you told yourself it did. Calling him “Soap” put distance between you, a barrier against the raw, aching betrayal that carved deeper wounds than any knife ever could.
He stood a few feet away, his posture tense, shoulders hunched like a man carrying the weight of the world. Or maybe the weight of what he’d done. Of what they had all done.
Out of all of them, Soap had come the farthest while trying to avoid hurting you. His blows landed softer, his hands hesitated. But it wasn’t mercy—not really. Even now, he looked like he was barely holding himself together, struggling against the very actions he had chosen to take. And yet, despite his visible anguish, he had still done it.
He had crossed a line that no amount of guilt could erase.
Soap had always been an open book. Honest to a fault, with a heart that wore its emotions like a badge. You used to admire that about him, the way he seemed to carry a soul so full of light and warmth, even in the darkest places. But now? Now you hated him for it. Because it made this worse. It made him harder to hate in the way you needed to, and yet you hated him all the same.
You never thought you’d feel that way about him. The Scott who could make anyone laugh, who could turn the worst of days into something almost bearable. But he wasn’t that person anymore—not to you. He had become something else, someone who had carved pain into your body and left you drowning in it.
And yet, there was no mistaking the anguish on his face now. His brows were furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line. The faint tremor in his hands was just visible, even as he tried to hide it by clenching them into fists. He looked at you as though he might shatter under the weight of it all, but you refused to let it move you. Refused to let that flicker of humanity sway you.
Because no matter how much it hurt him to do this, it had hurt you more.
“I hope it was worth it,” you croaked, your voice barely more than a wet rasp. The words sliced through the heavy silence between you, and for the first time, Soap flinched.
Good, you thought. Let him feel it. Let him carry this.
And yet, even as the hatred burned brightly within you, a part of you—the part you hated most—couldn’t help but mourn the loss of who he used to be. Of who you both used to be.
The door creaked open, and you flinched, your entire body tensing. Gaz entered the room, his presence suffocating, his footsteps heavy with purpose. A shiver of dread rippled through you.
Soap had guilt written all over his face, but Gaz wore his emotions differently—his anger burned hot and wild. And his anger was strong. He had done almost as much damage as Ghost, and it showed in the way he looked at you now.
"Stop trying to guilt him," Gaz spat, his tone sharp and biting. "You’re the one who decided to be Makarov’s bitch."
The words stung, sharp as a knife, but you forced yourself to look at him, even as your chest tightened.
"You’re still stuck on that," you rasped, your voice weak and uneven.
The effort of speaking tore at your throat, and a coughing fit escaped you, bringing blood up with it. You turned your head, spitting it onto the floor, crimson droplets against the cold, gray cement. When you continued, your voice was quieter but steady.
"I am not the one who did it—"
Before you could finish, his fist connected with your face. The impact was brutal, sending you and the chair toppling to the ground. Your head slammed into the floor, pain radiating through your skull. The chair beneath you cracked, its jagged edges pressing painfully into your side.
You groaned, the sound barely escaping your lips. Your vision blurred as tears and blood mixed together, and for a moment, all you could do was lie there, breathing heavily.
Panic clawed at your throat, threatening to take over, but you forced it down. You can’t panic. Not now. Not here.
Gaz crouched beside you, his light eyes blazing with fury. His jaw was tight, his breathing harsh. He slapped your cheek hard enough to sting, forcing your eye open.
"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and venomous.
You did. Slowly, your one good eye fluttered open, your gaze locking with his.
For a moment, something shifted. His expression froze, the rage faltering. Your eye—your only remaining window to the world—looked dead.
The spark, the fight, the defiance that used to burn so brightly was gone. Completely. Utterly. Gone.
You were gone.
That single moment of eye contact hit him like a punch to the gut.
His anger didn’t vanish, but it cracked, if only slightly.
You could see it in the way his jaw slackened for a split second, the way his breath hitched.
He rose abruptly, towering over you as his fists clenched at his sides. His anger returned, shielding him from whatever emotions had started to surface. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out, Soap following him, the door slamming shut behind them.
You lay there for a long moment, your body broken, blood pooling beneath you. Every breath was a struggle, every second dragged like an eternity.
But it wasn’t the physical pain that consumed you. It was the mental.
Closing your eye, you let the pain and exhaustion consume you.
The sudden yelling jolted you awake, pulling you from the edge of unconsciousness. A female voice cut through the haze, sharp and desperate, and it was getting closer to where your body lay in a pool of your own blood on the cold, unforgiving floor.
You felt hands on you, hurried and frantic, as the restraints holding you down were pulled away. A firm grip steadied your limp form, propping you up against a warm body.
“Sweetheart! Wake up! C’mon! CALL THE FUCKING MEDICS!”
The voice was familiar, laced with authority and a kind of raw emotion you weren’t used to hearing from her. Laswell. It was Laswell.
Creaking your eye open, you caught sight of her blonde hair, disheveled and wild.
Her face was a mixture of fury and something else—fear, maybe? You couldn’t tell.
A faint smile pulled at your cracked lips, though it didn’t reach your eyes. It was all you could manage, a fleeting gesture that likely did nothing to ease her panic.
“HOW COULD YOU? UNDER WHAT PROOF?”
Laswell’s voice rose again, trembling with rage as she turned her fury elsewhere.
“I AM THE ONE WHO MAKES THESE DECISIONS. YOU HAVE NO INTEL, NO RIGHT, NO FUCKING SKILL TO DETERMINE WHO THE TRAITOR IS! AND IF YOU DO YOU REPORT TO ME!”
You blinked sluggishly, your mind struggling to keep up.
It took you a moment to figure out who she was yelling at, but then you heard the sound of boots scuffing against the floor. More feet entering the room.
A few sharp gasps followed as they took in the sight of you, and you could imagine why. You probably looked as close to death as anyone could without actually crossing over.
Laswell’s grip on you loosened, her touch lingering for a moment before she let go.
You felt other hands now—gentler, quicker. The medics.
The cool sting of antiseptic, the pinch of needles, and muffled voices surrounded you as they worked.
You couldn’t hold on anymore.
The weight of it all—pain, exhaustion, betrayal—dragged you down. Your good eye fluttered closed, the world fading into darkness once more.
And this time, you didn’t fight it. You went limp.
@writersdrug here it is! Simon might be a bit twinkish, I have a style that uses longer hair, so I struggle to draw his buzz cut style, so I just headcanoned he has longer hair n stuff. Most of it are just doodles based off the chapters, but I hope you enjoy the drawings, I don’t draw with references so that’s why the anatomy is off by a bit. By the way, I hope it’s fine if in the future I’ll post some more art of this au as time goes on, your call.
Summary: Simon Riley's sleep is rudely interrupted by the commotion coming from next door, and this time, curiosity (and horniness) gets the best of him.
Pairing: König x Reader (x Ghost)
Word Count: 2.5k
Content Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!); Perv! behaviour (voyeurism); degrading vocabulary.
Read part 2 here
It was three in the morning.
He knew that because he had checked his digital watch every two minutes during his agitated “rest” in the musty sleeping bag, spread across the filthy floor. He couldn’t sleep. The heat of the middle eastern countries didn’t quite affect him anymore, years of experience on the field forcing his body to grow accustomed to the ridiculous temperatures he had never experienced in England before. The mosquitoes couldn’t bother him either, since he seldom exposed his skin, his face covered with a light-material skull balaclava. His stiff shoulders and hardened back sometimes felt damaged beyond repair from the numerous nights spent on hardwood or concrete floors, a soft patch of dirt and grass if he was lucky, but his aching muscles weren’t the reason for his troubled sleep.
The continuous bang of the bed’s headboard against the wall was. And so were her moans. Simon Riley felt as he if was quickly spiraling into insanity as he shut his eyes tightly and feverishly tried to ignore the mattress’ springs, the slap of skin against skin, and the worst part of it, his desperate moans. He always felt a deep, sickening rage towards the Austrian soldier, as his pathetic little whines and obedient pleas echoed through the walls, begging her for more. More kisses, more skin, more wandering hands through her naked flesh and supple breasts. More pressure on her hand as she palmed him through his fatigues, or as she jerked off his length coated in her spit. Nasty slut, he thought bitterly every time he heard her dirty words, commanding him to comply to her fantasies “like a good boy”. He was angry when he heard her seduce him in the safehouse once more. He was furious because he knew she must do it on purpose. She had to. There was no way she didn’t when she knew Simon would be sleeping right next door, that she was a loud fuck and so was he, because who wouldn’t be loud when she was riding it that good and that deep. She wanted him to hear it. She wanted him to think and dream about it. Simon was sure of it.
And therefore, when he had gotten in his sleeping bag to prepare for a few hours of rest, he hadn’t even tried to fall asleep because he knew it would happen again. She always used the same tactics with König: she went for a shower in the old house’s low pressure tepid water and a bar of Dove soap that Simon definitely hadn’t sneaked a whiff from before, making it clear that he was to watch her six. But he always got to watch more than that, as she usually left the door open. Simon knew this because he had once heard the naïve colonel warn her that she had forgotten to lock it, to which she had responded only with an amused giggle. How stupid can he be, Simon had grinded his teeth throughout the whole interaction. Then, as the door to the room was closed in a very clear failed attempt at some sort of privacy, the smothered laughter began, followed by unclear mumblings in German, and soon enough, sighs and whimpers. He folded so easily, Simon thought. He tried to convince himself that he wouldn’t have, that he would’ve given her a harder time trying to get him laid. That he would make her beg him to fuck her before he even took her clothes off.
But the truth was, every time one of her delicious moans travelled through the walls, or a slightly opened door, he was immediately fighting back a raging boner that ached to be relieved through her touch. It was once again the case. He palmed himself through his pants in the sleeping bag, cursing them out as he wondered how long they would take this time. Usually, König came rather quickly. Loudly too. Sometimes inside, sometimes on her tits and her open mouth (he knew this was her favorite because it made her moan like a whore the entire time), and sometimes on himself, as she forced him to run his fingers over his soiled abdomen and suck them clean. What a pathetic fuck, he thought.
He knew she was riding him this time because she always set a frantic pace, that despite her best efforts didn’t match the speed to which the Austrian could plow into her from bellow if he wished to. Bang, bang, bang, bang – the poor wall kept being beaten over and over again, and he heard his usual plea.
“Please Schatz, I can’t hold it for much longer.”
“Of course you can König, you’re such a good boy.” She grunted in between panting, the wet slaps slowing down to a passionate grind.
Simon gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to peek, because maybe, just maybe…he had carved a hole with his knife in the weak cement wall that morning in preparation, just small enough to provide him with a little tease if the two lovers decided to get down and dirty once again. It’s so wrong, he fought himself mentally. Fucking hell, what’s wrong with me?
But all he could think about were the sounds of humanity’s most primal, animalistic instincts that flooded from next door and clouded his mind in a sex-drunken haze of languid desire. I need to see. Just once, just out of curiosity, and then I’ll be able to sleep, he tried to convince himself as he roughly got up from the sleeping bag and carefully moved to the area of the wall where he had shaped the peephole. He felt his cock twitch in his briefs, painfully hard.
There she was, sat on top of him in full glory, her round breasts on his face as he suckled on both of her nipples at the same time, his large hands pushing the fat of her tits together. Simon didn’t know where to look at first. His mind couldn’t quite process the wholeness of her fully naked body, at last obtaining answers to the curious questions of his lustful mind: as he had so often wondered about, her body was deliciously curvy and supple, her pubis covered in soft curls trimmed to perfection and her wet cunt sunk halfway König’s large cock. He could see scars in her abdomen and right shoulder, most likely old combat wounds that she had luckily gotten away with. Her hair was messy from the Austrian’s passionate touches, giving her a natural erotic aura that seemed to linger all around her and the way she moved so confidently on top of him. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin gleaming with sweat from the physical effort of both riding König and taking the slightly painful stretch of his thick shaft. Simon had to give it to him, the man was built like a fucking Greek god, with firm muscles all the way down to his navel. Her hands roamed his body freely and it seemed to make her feral: once she reached his perfectly built abdomen she bit her lip, pushing him away from her breasts and forcing him to lay flat on his back once again, before returning to her killer pace.
“Break is over big guy. Your face looks too good to be hiding in my tits.” He whimpered at her comment, blushing profusely as her breasts bounced on top of him once again, now covered in his own saliva.
“I-I won’t last, Schatz.” He warned, breathing heavily and holding on to her hips for dear life.
Ghost couldn’t take his eyes off her, dipping his hand on his briefs and slowly pumping himself to the view.
A mischievous smirk spread across her angelic features as she rode him faster, bringing him to the brink of a bed shattering orgasm, “Yes you will, my sweet.” She observed his face attentively, looking for the little nose scrunch he did every time he was about to cum. It was much easier to know now that he was comfortable enough to leave the hood that usually covered his face right next to the pile of his clothes. Once she saw it, she halted her actions completely, pulling herself off him, disconnecting their bodies and making him grunt in frustration. “Sei ein guter Junge, König” (Be a good boy, König), she commanded, making his cock twitch as he heard his native tongue.
Simon’s insides were burning with envy, wishing he would be given the chance to correct her bratty attitude, dominating her into submission. How he longed to sink into her slowly, feeling the warmth and wetness of her cunt, stretching her open inch by inch until she was a moaning and begging mess. His hand moved faster on his cock, but for now, all he could do was watch as she kissed the Austrian passionately on the lips, before moving down his body slowly, a trail of wet kisses all the way from his neck, which she had filled with hickeys and love bites, to his groin, his cock twitching against her cheek.
“If I put you in my mouth, will you behave and not cum until I tell you to?” She teased, holding his fat cock in one hand and gently cradling his heavy balls with the other. Simon gritted his teeth once again, fighting the urge to reply “Yes” himself.
“Ja Schatz. I promise, I do, I promise.” König’s eyes were shut, most likely trying to think of unerotic things that would help him hold on for a little longer, but once her tongue gave a wet lick from his balls all the way to the tip of the head he was done for, whimpering in pleasure as she worked the best sloppy blowjob of his life.
Simon pumped himself so much harder now at the sight of her head bobbing up and down as she progressively took more and more of the man’s cock, that he was fighting his own orgasm, bound to happen at any moment. He watched as she languidly sucked on König’s pink tip like a lollipop, saliva running down his veiny shaft and coating her chin and lips, as she hummed with her eyes closed.
“You taste like me” She moaned, since he had been inside of her only a few minutes ago. König moaned as she deepthroated him expertly, chocking slightly on his girth, tears in her eyes as she went all the way to the base, before coming back up and coughing. He fisted the sheets roughly and mumbled gibberish in German as she repeated the process over and over again, interrupting it only to suck on his balls once and again, making sure they weren’t neglected.
“I-I’m gonna…” He interjected, forcefully holding her hand away from his shaft as he almost came without permission. She removed her mouth from his cock, smirking.
“I won’t torture you any longer, baby. You’ve been so good to me today. I’ll let you cum, but inside of me.” She whispered softly and Simon’s body shuddered involuntarily as he watched, trying to hold off his climax. He felt as flustered and horny as when he watched his first porno, almost completely overwhelmed by his instincts that wouldn’t allow him to think properly.
And then something unexpected happened. She looked right at him through the hole in the wall. Simon held his breath, his heart racing as he halted his movements, his hand still inside his briefs. She can’t possibly see me. He reasoned with himself. They had the small light on the nightstand on, but the room in which Simon “slept” in was in total darkness. He had positioned the peephole very carefully, in a part of the wall with several other smaller holes that the safehouse had sustained from its abandonment. How had she noticed?
He was frozen in place, and she smiled innocently, before laying belly down on the bed, faced turned to him and her round ass perked up in the air. She sucked on her fingers softly, with her eyes closed, before spitting on them and moving her hand back, coating her folds generously to make sure she was well lubricated once again. Simon couldn’t breathe as König moved behind her, sinking back into her with the weak whimper of a man desperate for release. Simon restarted his movements on his cock, staring back at her eagerly, as if in a trance. He could see every change of her expression, every scrunch of her nose and tremble of her lips as the Austrian rammed her from behind roughly (still not roughly enough for his taste, but he couldn’t exactly go on giving him instructions from behind the wall). She moaned and whimpered and screamed, the depraved sounds of wet skin slapping as König’s heavy balls hit her clit with every slam of their hips.
Ghost let out a shaky breath as he was close too, and strangely enough, seeing her face contort in pleasure was getting him off much harder than seeing the way her ass recoiled with the power of König’s strokes, his large hands tightly secured against her hips. Her eyes still looked so innocent, even as she arched her back like a slut and drool fell from open mouth as she rode her cock-drunken haze.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” She cried out, her eyes tightly shut as her hand moved to rub her clit quickly as König pulled on her hair softly “Don’t stop!” she whimpered in a broken voice as she felt him hit that sweet spot inside of her. Simon felt sweat dribble on his forehead under the balaclava, his wrist aching from his continuous ministrations. König let out a deep guttural moan as he felt her clench around him, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she orgasmed, her cunt squeezing his cock and milking him for all he got. She let out a muffled scream as she buried her face on her bed sheets. Simon couldn’t contain a low moan as he felt himself soil his pants, a ridiculous amount of white, sticky fluid pooling in his briefs and soaking though his pants. König had come at the same time, his pace faltering as his hips slammed against her two more times before he buried himself as deep as possible and moaned loudly, feeling his warm seed fill her to the brim. He lay his body on top of hers momentarily, kissing the top of her head tenderly and then her back.
When she finally opened her eyes, still panting and recovering from the high, she looked at the hole again, smiling mischievously. She got on her knees, turning to König, behind her, and kissing him softly, purposefully arching her back slightly and allowing Simon the perfect view of her spent pussy, still swollen and dripping cum onto her thighs. His hand pressed harshly against the wall. How he wished he could’ve been the one making that mess. How he wished he could be the one to ruin her.
As it turned out; he wouldn’t have to wait very long…
A/N: you guys wouldn't believe how many imagines I have on my laptop that I'm either too lazy to finish or don't consider good enough to post :'). I'm trying to get my work out there more often so you guys get to enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Do reblog if you can and let me know if you'd like to be tagged for the two upcoming parts, which will include smut with Ghost x reader and finally Ghost x reader x Konig!
This was just something that came to my mind at like 3am. At first I wanted this to be an omega verse story but decided against it. This is not proof read in the slightest and I am heavily dyslexic so i'm heavily relying on google to sure things are spelt and sound right.
WARNINGS: there are none this is not smut or angst just a stupid mini story. I am also fully aware that this character(s) do not act like this I just thought it'd be a funny story.
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Your morning started off as any morning did. You wake up, shower, eat breakfast in the mess hall, then head to the medical center to start your day organizing paperwork and taking inventory on the medical supplies on hand. When you first started working in the medical field you never thought you'd work with the military you thought the most action you'd see was stupid teenagers coming into the clinic doing stupid things like blowing up fireworks in their hands as part of a stupid dare. Anyway here you are working on a military base working with people who see the worst type of people almost daily.
On base your considered a "special case" because you are one of the few medics on base that can get any member of the 141 to actually take care of themselves when it comes to taking downtime to take care of injuries or themselves mentally. You especially get onto the teams lieutenant for not letting his injuries heal. Soap calls you the Lieutenant's Special Medic because you seem to be the only one he genuinely listens to when it comes to taking his health seriously. Even their captain is happy with the work you've done to get one of his men to take care of themselves.
Your work relationship with Lieutenant Riley or Ghost is weird. While working in the med bay you get a visit from someone who somehow manages to hurt themselves, so much so you being to think he was doing it on purpose just to see you.
You sigh when you realize who just walked into your med bay. "Soap what did you break this time?" Turning around to face him only to be met with a perfectly health and uninjured Soap.
"Nothin' lass. Jus came to tell you somethin' is all." He replies looking pretty smug about something.
You raise an eyebrow giving him a questioning look, "Oh really? What could be so important you came straight to the med bay to tell me?"
Soap's smirk grows like he's planning some massive surprise party. "A little birdy told me that you put someone on a medical discharge until their injuries were completely healed."
It takes you a second to understand what it is he's referring to. Realizing he's talking about Ghost who is obviously not taking it easy for his recovery. The same Ghost who was wheeled into your medical bay unconscious due the many life-threatening injuries he sustained during his last mission.
You sigh again. "Where is he?" You reply grabbing a small medical bag in case any of his stitches ripped. "Is he in the gym sparring or doing anything that would rip stitches?" You ask turning to him already knowing what the answer may be.
"He's in the gym sparring with the Recruits in proper hand to hand combat. And I think that him sparring would rip open stitches would it not?" Soap replies to your question.
A groan leaves your throat, "Yes, yes it can. You only came to tell me cause you want to see me tell him a new one didn't you?" You look towards him with a knowing look.
Soap lets out a hearty laugh nodding his head and stepping off to the side so you can start making your way to the training gym. It takes you 15 minutes to get to the gym to see Ghost sparring with a recruit. You watch as he knocks said recruit to the mat telling them exactly what was wrong with their positioning and posture. You walk towards the mat with your arms crossed over your chest waiting until Ghost realizes your there.
Its takes about a minute for him to say anything to you after telling the recruits to run laps around base for failing to knock him to the ground during the training. "Yes Doc'" he says finally looking towards you.
I sigh realizing that I need to start by checking his stitches to make sure everything is still together. "Let me see your stitches Ghost. Need to make sure none ripped." I walk up to him on the mat waiting for him to make a move to do anything.
He complies lifting his shirt only to see that a few of his stitches did in fact rip. "Is that all?" He asks. "Thought you came here to rip me a new one for not listening to the med leave order."
"Oh I thought about it. The Great Lieutenant Ghost getting ripped a new one by his medic because he can't listen to simple orders of no sparring, lifting weights over 10 pounds, and resting so his injuries can heal properly did come across my mind." I reply starting to clean and dress the now ripped stitches. "By the way Soap was the snitch this time. I do have half a mind to tell Price that you aren't listening to the medical order."
"But your not?" He asks wincing when I place a cotton ball with a sterile cleaning agent onto his stitches. "No I still am. But not right now. I have to redress your wounds first." I reply.
It takes about 20 minutes to finish redressing his wounds before you both just sat there in silence. "What made you think it was a good idea to start hand to hand combat training right after getting discharged from the medical wing?" You ask him with curious annoyance.
He sighs before sitting there for a moment deciding his next words carefully. "I got tired of sitting around doing nothing. When there was training that needed to be done." He finally says.
"But you are not the only one who can train recruits so what's the real reason? And you can't say that they don't train them properly because there are almost 20 other people on base who could've done the training while you're on medical leave." You reply slightly upset.
"I had to much on my mind to not sit still and do nothing." He replies faster than you thought he would. "Why didn't you come to my office if you needed to talk or get your mind off things going on? I could've given you something to do that didn't involve you tearing your stitches."
You both sit there in comfortable silence before Price walks in looking not so happy. You both then find out the Soap had gone to Price after telling you that Ghost was training recruits over resting and to say the least Price was not the happiest man. Your day ends as the three of you walk to the mess hall to eat dinner after Price told Ghost off for ignoring the medical leave orders. Safe to say the next day you didn't find Ghost training anyone for the next couple of days because Price gave him a mountain of paperwork to have done before he can go back onto the field.
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This is my first ever fanfic. I've spent too long reading them and thought I'd try writing one myself. I am apart of way to many fandoms so if anyone has suggestions don't be afraid to send them my way. I will say though due to how my life is currently going i'll get to any and all suggestions as soon as I can. Thank you for getting this far and tell me what your favorite color is. Mine is aubergine.
Locked Out On Valentine's (Ending: You took the tea)
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
C/W: Smut, unprotected P in V, sexist-type humor, size kink
Word Count: 3k
Previous part
“You want some tea, love?”
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You’re now sitting at the small round dinner table watching as he tilts the kettle into the mugs. He walks the mugs over to the table and sits across from you.
“Didn’t have anyone to stay with, did you?” He asks before taking a sip.
“I sure didn’t. Everyone is still avoiding me like the plague.” You stare down at the mug.
“It’ll end soon.” He wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. The action catches your attention and he doesn’t miss the sparkle in your eyes. For a stone-cold man, he sure was catching himself smirking a lot tonight.
“When I showed up to my first unit I got the same, and the unit after that.” The two of you drink simultaneously.
“What? They ignored you?”
“No,” He chuckles softly. “My first unit, they held me down and branded me with a shite-looking coat of arms made from a wire clothes hanger.”
You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.
“What?! Where?!”
“My bum.”
You snort, “I’m sorry, that’s not funny.” You cover your face with your hands. His shoulders rise and fall with soft laughter.
“It is a little.”
“Did they ever get in trouble? Reprimanded?”
“Never told anyone, ran into them at my next unit and pummeled them into the ground.”
“Bravo!” You celebrate with your hands in the air. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Then I was disciplined for the beatin’ they got but it was worth it.”
“I agree, they had it coming.”
You take another gulp of your tea enjoying the spread of warmth inside of you.
“You’re quite fond of trouble.” He states flatly. You still, squinting at him in suspicion.
“What makes you say that?”
“Your files,” He raises his eyebrows at you. “Lengthy history of discipline, being reprimanded.”
You hum in response. “Is that the word on the street?”
He grins, his hand coming up to stroke his stubble before he sits back with his arms crossed looking at you. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I’ve gotten in trouble a couple of times in my career, what about it?”
“How long have you been in?”
“Five years.”
“You’re tellin’ me that you’ve been reprimanded nearly every single year you’ve been in?” He now leans on the table looking over at you with a dumbfounded look.
“Shit happens, I have no problem taking responsibility for it.”
“I didn’t take you for the type to cause trouble.”
“I’m not, I just don’t have the grace other people do. I do something stupid and get caught immediately.”
“You’re right about that. You’re a naughty one, for sure.” He says before downing the remaining liquid in his mug.
He smirks to himself letting his eyes roam over your shoulders.
"I heard that boyfriend of yours was a calvary bum." He pokes, changing the subject.
You "tsk" at him. Once everyone found out about your now ex-boyfriend they never let you live it down.
"What's his job got to do with anything?"
Simon shrugs, feigning ignorance, “Assumed a woman like you preferred men, that’s all.”
“Oh, hush!” You bite back a laugh refusing to meet his eyes.
“I bet he cried like a child at the thought of going to the field.”
“That’s enough out of you!” You reach over the table to cover his mouth. He fights you off taking your wrists in his hands. He stands and walks to your side of the table gently pulling up by the wrists. His massive frame takes most of your view, you can’t help but feel anxiety pool in your stomach having him tower over you.
“Poor bird, spendin’ her nights with half a man. Bet he didn’t have a clue what he was doin’.”
The warmth you felt from the tea was traveling up to your cheeks. He was so close you could smell the rich cologne in his skin. His hands were so rough but warm on your pulse.
Your eyes focus on his lips.
“Did he?” The gravel of his voice makes a shiver run through your spine. You gulp before responding.
”He was… enthusiastic.”
Simon laughs hoarsely, “Enthusiastic?” He enunciates with a shit-eating grin.
”Why is my sex life a topic of conversation to my Lt.?” You suddenly get some courage.
”You think I haven’t noticed you droolin’ over me, love. Peakin’ at me from afar. Now you show up to my flat with your tits fallin’ out of your top, your bare ass out, and a broken heart from some lad not worth the air he breathes.” He drops his head forcing you to meet his eyes. “Quite the coincidence, innit?”
”I think it’s more of a happy coincid-“ He breaks your sentence off catching your lips with his. Your brain pushes you out of your frozen state and the two of you begin moving in unison. He slowly releases your wrists and moves his hands to your waist. Your hands run down his chest.
He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips. You moan softly as his tongue plays with yours. He pulls you against him, one hand over yours on his chest the other at the small of your back. You feel lightheaded, not in a bad way, quite the opposite. You’d fantasized about your Lt. plenty of times, his touch, the scars he hid beneath his army green top, the way his lips felt - come to find out they were soft, unlike the rest of him. His hands keep setting you ablaze when they touch your skin, the callouses nearly make your eyes roll back.
He growls into the kiss, tearing himself away from you. His arms wrap around the back of your thighs and you grab onto his shoulders. He lifts and places you on the table, forcing himself between your legs. He bites at your neck, pulling you into him. You grip the table feeling as if you could slide off at any second.
He eats up every single gasp he gets out of you. His teeth graze your collar bone and he sucks on the sensitive skin. Your nails run over his scalp down to the back of his neck drawing a groan from him.
He stops for a moment to let you catch your breath.
”You want this, love?” He leans his forehead against yours looking into your eyes.
“God, yes!” You exasperate.
He chuckles, still looking into your eyes.
”Hold on.”
”What do you-“
You squeal as he lifts you off the table and rushes to wrap your arms around his neck. You rest your head on his neck relishing in the feeling of his body against yours. Warmth radiated off of him like a furnace, the feel of his skin so addictive.
He carries you to the couch placing his knee on the cushions before gently placing you on your back. He follows you down and your hands run down his bare back.
He supports himself with one arm, the other trails down to your aching core, cupping the mound. He lets out a ragged breath once he feels the heat burning through you. He moves to pull your shorts off, dragging them up your legs and tossing them off to the side.
”Fuckin’ hell,” He groans at the sight of your bare pussy. “Such a bad girl walking around without knickers.”
He gives you one last hypnotizing kiss before brushing his lips in between your breasts. He kisses each one and carries on down your stomach and lands right above your clit.
You panic inside, you prop yourself up on your elbows, “Lt.”
”Fuck’s sake, love. As much as I love hearin’ you call me that, say my name, will you?” He laughs light-heartedly. You smile behind your hand trying not to break out in giggles.
“What is it?” His eyebrows pull together.
”You don’t have to do that if you don’t want.”
”Eat you out?” He looks at you confused.
You nod slowly, embarrassed at the question.
He “Tsks” at you lowering himself once again while muttering something along the lines of, “Calvary muppet took the fun out of pussy, didn’t he?”
”I’m serious! You don’t have to!” You spit out frantically.
“Shut up, doll.”
He licks a stripe up your cunt and moans softly to himself. Your lips part in disbelief. He slowly laps at your clit and you lower yourself onto your back. He decides not to work you too fast yet, scared you’d pass out after being neglected by that dumb bloke for so long.
You whine softly, legs already shaking. He wraps his arms around your thighs and presses them against his head.
He gently sucks on your clit and your hand shoots down to his head. The feeling of you tugging one his short locs encourages him to speed up. His lips wrap around your clit and toys with it as he pleases. The pace causes you to clamp your thighs around his head on your own.
Moans pour from your lips as your back arches. His hands stroke your thighs as you restrain yourself from pushing his head down further.
”Simon! Oh god!” Your mouth hangs open. You look down at him and nearly orgasm seeing him between your legs. His eyes are blown out, his thumb caresses your skin.
He lets go of one thigh and his fingers tap at your entrance gathering your wetness. He pushes two of his fingers inside you and your head falls back. Your vision goes fuzzy and you clamp your eyes shut. His fingers pump into you hitting your g-spot each time.
Your hand flies to your mouth and you let out a high-pitched moan. You chant his name tightening around his fingers. He feels your walls clamp down and continues pumping letting you ride it out. Your hips twitch, your thighs trap him where he is.
He waits until you go limp to pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
”Fuck, you made a mess.” He groans. He climbs above you and peppers your face with kisses. “Was that alright, love?”
You open your eyes to meet his, all you can do is nod unable to trust yourself to talk. He smirks at you, proud of himself for leaving you in such a state.
”You think you can take me, love, or do you need some time?”
”Want you so bad,” You whine out.
He lowers his head for a chaste kiss and pulls himself up onto his feet. He drops his sweats revealing the thick muscle of his thighs. His cock slaps his thigh as he throws his sweats onto the floor, the weight of it keeping it down. Your eyes meet his member and a wave of nervousness comes over you. His length was impressive but the thickness was your biggest concern.
“Hey! You weren’t wearing underwear either, hypocrite!”
He rolls his eyes at you with a smile. A sight so beautiful you can’t help but smile back.
He takes his earlier position above you and aligns himself with your entrance. He looks up at you and you feel his tip poking into you already.
”Ready, doll?”
You nod at him.
”Say it.” He whispers.
”I-I’m ready.”
”Alright then.” He nudges your forehead with his before the two of you look down to watch the sinful show of him slowly sliding into you. You gasp, hands going to his back. He moves at a snail’s pace letting you adjust as he goes. He cradles your head, forehead against yours trying to keep his breathing steady.
”Ah, tight little thing.” He rasps out.
Your mouth hangs open, your nails digging into his skin, legs hugging his waist once he fills you to the hilt. He waits a moment before slowly sliding out halfway and bringing himself back to the same depth. Your whines draw out. His tip hits the deepest parts of you so well that you nearly begin drooling.
He examines your face for any sign of discomfort before nudging your neck with his nose. He begins with a moderate pace as he kisses along your jaw. You wrap your arms around him, fingers running over the buzzed hair at the back of his head.
The stretch from his cock stings slightly, the overwhelming pleasure sending tingles through your bones making it hard to notice. He continues rocking his hips into yours letting you enjoy the feel of him without anything too overwhelming. You mewl into his ear as he stretches you over and over.
”Fuck, so good,” You whine.
His hand comes down to grip your breast, his thumb playing with your nipple, circling it gently. He slides his legs up kneeling with you in between his thighs. He stops, letting you catch your breath and he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He suckles the nub, playing with it with his warm tongue. He thumbs your clit as he treats the nub like a candy. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you down onto his cock, dragging you down the cushions fucking you onto him for a while.
He angles his hips to hit all the right places, your cunt throbs around him when he hits your g-spot head on causing you to gasp.
”Oh fuck! Right there!” Your hands cling onto his forearms for dear life as he goes on to hit the spot repeatedly until it nearly hurts. His pubic bone rubs against your clit with every thrust. He picks up his pace, throttling that poor little sensitive spot. Your back arches painfully. He takes advantage of it and throws his hand under your waist keeping you in the position swinging you down to meet his thrusts.
He stuffs you with his cock relentlessly. You become a mess beneath him struggling to get words out, just high-pitched moans filling the room.
”God! Oh god!”
“He’s not here, love. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He orders.
The feeling grows inside you pulling the air from your lungs. He nips the skin below your breasts and licks a stripe between them to your neck. Your pussy flutters around him before you fall deep into euphoria, his name pours from you. Your ears ring and eyes wire themselves shut as you clamp down around him. Tears pour from your eyes involuntarily.
The sequence of flutters pulls him back into you making it too difficult to pull out too far. He buries his head in your chest as he’s pulled over the edge. He moans into your skin as your body sucks him back in, milking him so hard he blinks trying to rid himself of the fog. He begins spilling into you, his white hot streams shooting out at high velocity. He paints your walls so thoroughly that you feel his cock twitching with every spasm.
His cum spills out of you not having any more room to fill. You gush around him and he quietly gasps.
The two of you stay like this for what could’ve been an eternity. The post-orgasmic haze engulfs the both of you. He keeps himself inside and lowers himself onto his side, dragging you with him, throwing your leg over his hip. He pulls you into his sweaty heaving chest and kisses your forehead.
He feels a wetness on his thumb and pulls back, wiping away your tears.
”What’s happened, Y/n?” He asks, concerned. “Did I hurt you?” He moves to pull himself out of you and you grab him, bringing him to a stop. “You’re crying, love.”
”That was amazing.” You mumble, eyes struggling to open.
”You cryin’ because it was good?” He laughs, a big goofy smile plasters itself on his face. You force your eyes open to peek at him.
“You smile so pretty.”
He pulls you back to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you.
”Thank you, love.” You could still hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed, yeah?”
”Too sleepy.” You complain.
”It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.” Against your protests, he lifts himself slowly and positions himself to pull out of you. He gives you a single nudge with his cock still sheathed and you nearly purr.
He pulls out slowly.
”Jesus, I’m gonna need a new couch.” He mutters. His cum spills from you, his eyes glued to your core watching it slowly pour out. His cock twitches and he has to look away. There was no way you were in shape for another round. Thankfully the memory was burned into his mind - the best thing he’d ever seen, next to you of course.
He lets you know he’ll be back and you hear water rushing down the hall. He returns moments later and slides his hands under you.
”Bath time,” He says in a sing-song-y voice. You giggle, lacing your fingers behind his neck. He lifts you in his arms and looks into your eyes. “You were wonderful.” He pecks your lips and carries you off to his bathroom placing you in the bathtub before sliding in behind you.
”I don’t have a hair tie but I’ll try with some string,” He says mostly to himself. The warm water only reaches your belly button, once he slides behind you it rises a few inches. He wraps your hair into a funny-looking bun and ties it with the piece of string he found.
” Ta-da.”
“Thank you, Simon.” You say sweetly leaning back against him. He holds you against him and you feel something poke into your back.
”Sorry, love. It’ll go down, I don’t expect you to stay awake long enough for another one.”
You moan in response and sigh letting the water nearly lull you to sleep.
“Wait,” you breathe out. “Does me saying your name turn you on?”
He doesn’t respond. You try to look up at him but he tightens his hold not wanting you to see the red spawning over his face.
”Siiiiimon”
”Oh, hush.” He imitates your voice.
”Hey!”
He grabs his loofa and begins lathering you in bubbles.
”C’mon, I wanna get you in bed before you fall asleep.”
He cleans every bit of you, focusing on your breasts because no matter how much he denied it at that moment, he was still a dog. He hands you a bath bomb that he saved in case he ever had a special someone stay over and let you watch it fizz up as he cleans himself.
He dries you off and plops you down on his massive bed wearing his t-shirt. By the time he throws on his boxers you’re fast asleep under the covers, engulfed in his scent.
He slides next to you pulling you into his arms. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and whispers into your hair, “You’re mine now, doll. All mine.”
HEHAHHDHA (help me my crippling insomnia) This is all fluff btw mwamwa
Would deny everything when he first found out he had feelings for you, but you both knew. You just noticed his stare lingering on you longer than usual.
Would take MONTHS to ask you out, probably brings you your favorite flowers too.
When you accept he is in UTTER disbelief.
"I'll protect you forever."
He'd get closer and closer to you every day, to the point where he'd be comfortable without his mask when around you.
When he sees someone staring at you mans would pull you closer by your waist and give that man a stare.
Lowkey relationship but not private, like people know you two are dating but you're not all lovey dovey in public.
Loves when you shower him with kisses, especially when you hug him by his neck while you sit on his lap, man goes FERAL.
Hugs you tightly when you guys sleep, he doesnt mean to but he just really doesnt wanna let you go.
When he sleeps with you it's like his nightmares almost vanish and all his dreams are of you two retiring and living in a comfy house.
Man would be your personal shield in fights. Would always keep you near him at all times.
Drives extra carefully when you're around and the others notice, but they don't DARE to say anything. (Lmao pussies)
You would catch him staring at you most of the time, he just wants to memorize everything about you, incase something bad happens.
He would give you his hoodies and t-shirts to wear, just so that people know you guys are together.
Hella protective, he's always in the same room with you in the base.
Would watch you sleep, mostly because he cant sleep or isnt sleepy so he just watches you, sometimes caressing your hair and cheeks and watching you unconsciously smile just warms his heart.
Uses you as a weighted blanket fr, loves how warm it is when you're on him.
He would go with you during holiday breaks, not having a family to go back home to.
He cant help but feel warm inside and happy when your family accepts him into the fam, he'll promise to keep you safe forever.
- this man has so many clothes, like he has an entire wardrobe of just the most obnoxious extravagant outfits.
- you wanted to go on a cute picnic date and asked him to dress in something smart and comfy. he comes out in his white stage costume.
- trousers skin tight, essentially a corset jacket and a large rimmed hat.
- you looked at him fighting laughter. " my love, you know you don't have to get that dressed up just for a date"
- you absolutely adored his outfits especially this one, but surely it cant be comfortable while sitting down and having a picnic.
- "this is one of my nicest outfits, i wanted to make a effort for you amore mio" he replied striking a pose
- you decided if he was going all out then you were going all out as well
- you wore one of your skin tight black dresses with long sleeves, a corset belt, pentagram necklace and a crow skull necklace. finishing it off with a regal black rose crown headpiece.
_ you looked at the two of you in the mirror. contrasting but looking just as elegant as each other.
- copia held out his hand to you "ready to go"
- "lets go" you responded
sorry this was only short, i had a idea but didnt know how to write it as a story. if you want to see more of this let me know and i might add to it!!
