#hare writes

[callsignhare]

The first time Simon ever slept over at your place he ended up nearly attacking you. You think it's a funny story, he just feels guilty every time. It hadn't exactly been a conscious choice.

You'd rolled away from your cuddled together position throughout the night, now still comfortably close but without half your body going numb.

Now imagine your shock when this wall of a man suddenly started trashing around and screaming his head off. Scared you awake more than a little bit.

Cut to you trying to wake him up from whatever twisted reality he found himself in. What you hadn't counted on was his military instinct kicking in and suddenly you were in a borderline chokehold. Nowadays you always laughed it off to make sure he didn't feel too bad, but in the moment, you had to admit, you'd been terrified.

Soon as he realized the mistake he was apologizing profusely, trying to explain his night terrors without going into outright detail. You cut him off with your hands on his cheeks and a sweet kiss to his lips. You asked him the best way to help out when it happened again.

The more often you two slept in the same bed, the calmer he became. The best way to start your day was realizing he slept through the night again. Even at times where he normally would've insisted he wasn't tired, anytime you dragged him into bed to be together he went out like a light.

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König carefully takes advantage of your use of sleeping pills (somnophilia, non-con)

König knew finding a roommate wouldn't be an issue. Who wouldn't want to have someone pay half the bills while also being away for long stretches at a time? What he hadn't expected, however, was that he'd find a beauty like you.

He wasn't sure what to say to you most of the time, but you were nice to him and that's really all he could ask for. Well, maybe not all. He undeniably had a crush on you, though he feared what would happen if you found out. The last thing he wanted was for you to get uncomfortable and move out.

But it was so hard to watch you walk around in shorts and oversized t-shirts, cooking dinner for him from time to time and sometimes, if he was lucky and you thought he was asleep, he could hear your soft whimpers through the thin walls late at night.

The thought of coming back to you got him through more and more deployments. The longer you two knew each other the longer he got away with hugging you when he got back. The sweet smell of your shampoo and your hands patting his back driving him borderline insane.

Still, he was determined to keep his desires to himself. To keep the insatiable beast in him contained, fed only on the platonic scraps he got. Until...

"What's that?" He asked around him toothbrush. You'd knocked on the bathroom door, apologetically maneuvering around him to open the vanity cabinet and retrieve a little pill from a bottle he'd never noticed before.

"Sleeping pill. Finally got that prescription." You'd mentioned having some issues with sleeping before his last deployment. It was sometimes hard to keep up to date with you when he was gone for as long and often as he was.

König spat out his toothpaste to avoid making a mess when he followed up, "Do they work?"

A smile appeared on your face, relief clear in your eyes, "I'm out like a light with these. So if the house gets caught on fire, please carry me out." With a poke to his strong bicep, you made your way back to your room.

Thank god you did, otherwise you might have noticed the cogs turning behind your roommate's eyes.

He didn't know how long the pills would take to work, as their bottle didn't tell him much. Would in be a few minutes? Half an hour? He waited a full hour just to be sure. Back in his room he debated what to do, if he'd even enjoy it or if he'd never be able to look you in the eye again. Already his anxious mind spent time thinking of excuses he'd tell you if you caught him, though in most scenarios there would be nothing he could say to not make himself look like the creep he feared he was becoming.

Apparently the threat of guilt wasn't enough for him, though. Soon enough he found himself silently opening your door as if he was in the middle of a stealth op. He whispered your name into the darkness, only moving forward after doing so three times didn't lend him a response.

He stepped into the room, a space he never saw all that much of but was so undeniably you. With a few steps of his long legs he found himself towering over your sleeping form. You were on your side, making König crouch down to observe the peaceful look on you face.

You were like an angel, so soft and beautiful it made his heart ache with longing. That wasn't the only part of him screaming for attention, however.

He forced himself to not think about the action. If he didn't think, he wouldn't feel guilty. The only thoughts on his mind as he pushed his pants and underwear down a little was how much he cared about you, how you gave him something to go home to. How absolutely stunning you were, no matter what time of day or what you wore.

His hand moved impatiently over his cock. As much as he wished to savor this closeness to you, it was saver to be in and out fast. Still, he allowed himself to imagine you waking up, shocked at first but then relieved that he felt the same things you did for him. How your hand would replace his, maybe even using your tongue on him-

König slapped both his hands over his mouth to silence the whine he produced as he let go of his dick. He couldn't come, not in here where he could leave evidence. With one last longing look at you, he got up and rushed back to his own room to finish the job.

When you came out of your room the next morning, he felt every muscle in his body tense.

"Morning!" You beamed at him, either none the wiser of what had occurred the night before or maybe, maybe, you knew and you'd liked it. Such a forbidden thought made the soldier's heart hammer in his chest more than it did in most life or death scenarios.

"How was your sleep?" He decided to ask, as he probably would have done even if he hadn't desecrated your bond a few hours prior.

"Won-der-ful. I told you, those pills, they really help. No more constant waking up." You sounded so delighted and now, König couldn't help but feel the same way.

That first time really had taken the edge off. Who cared if jerking off over your sleeping body became routine for him? It's not like you knew. No harm, no foul, right?

Over time, he even started getting bolder. He wasn't content leaving the room before his climax anymore. He simply caught it in a tissue. Or he'd wipe it off of your blanket if he'd had a rough day and felt like he deserved a treat. The idea of you rolling around on your stained sheets, rubbing his semen into your skin like you were his was all the motivation he needed.

No matter how much time passed, you were so satisfied with the pills' results that you didn't think twice about continuously renewing your prescription.

After weeks upon weeks of the same routine, König felt himself get cranky when he couldn't be there for whatever reason. The next time he was deployed left him frustrated and frankly a nightmare to work with for the rest of his team. He kept getting aroused, imagining you so pliant underneath him. He hoped you were missing it too, in a way. That maybe you could sense something was off without knowing what. That you missed him, as much as he missed you.

Upon coming back, holding you in his arms felt like the first breath of air after almost drowning. Spotting that familiar pill bottle still present in the vanity, like winning the lottery.

He nearly cried when he stood by your bed that night, so glad to finally be close to you again. He willed himself to blink the tears away, as to not obstruct his view of you.

You. Kind, sexy, smart, tempting you. You who seduced him with every movement you made. Who made him cling onto every word you said. Who he couldn't stop thinking about if he tried. You who laid there so peacefully unaware of your surroundings, no survival instinct in sight like the one that had been beat into König from the start of his career.

You who slept with your mouth slightly agape that night. Calling to him like a siren song.

He would never get away with doing what he wanted to most. You'd start asking questions if you woke up with a bruised back of your throat. But perhaps he could get away with the next best thing.

Positioning himself at the right height wasn't easy, but he very gladly soldiered through the uncomfortable stance in order to put the tip of his dick to your mouth.

He stopped jerking his hand over himself for a moment, watching in awe as he moved his cockhead over your lips. His plenty precum spread over them like lipgloss, the thought alone making him go right back to masturbating.

It only took half a minute longer before he pushed a little closer, carefully cramming only his tip into your mouth and coming all over your tongue.

He watched your face in awe when he pulled back. Half of him was making sure you weren't choking on it, while the other half felt hornier than before he started at the sight of his seed slowly leaking from the corner of you mouth.

With a gentle touch, he scooped it onto his finger and pushed it back into your mouth, smearing it over your hot tongue. Oh, the things he'd give to feel more of it around his length. But alas, the line had to be drawn somewhere.

Then again, was there really that much difference between your mouth and a certain other hole you had?

He'd loved coming in your mouth so much, it became the new standard. Yet from that very first time his mind was plagued by more possibilities.

Surely doing it just once wouldn't hurt? He'd already gotten this far and you'd never had any issues before. You'd probably never even know it happened.

Still, this was bigger than before. This was no longer just taking advantage of your own position. König was at a stage where he'd have to change your surroundings to get what he wanted. Even with how thoroughly he'd proven that you wouldn't notice or wake up, his heart still beat like crazy when he pulled back your covers. He waited out any possible reaction for about a minute before grabbing the sides of your sleeping shorts and underwear as softly as possibly, his grasp ghosting over your skin as he slowly bared you for his eyes to see.

And what a sight it was. Seeing your most intimate parts naked for the first time made his imagination go haywire, his hand quickly returning to his crotch.

It was like he was about to make love to you, just like he'd been fantasizing about. He'd love to take his time with you. Tasting and pleasuring you until you moaned out his name, begging him to fuck you and come in you already.

Oh yes, you'd love that, wouldn't you? You probably knew about his nighttime routine this whole time but just loved getting his cum so much you didn't stop him. You must've been so desperate to get more of it that you wore those flimsy shorts just for him to remove them. Filthy little cumslut you were.

König nearly tripped over himself in the need to get to you. He clumsily leaned on his legs to straddle your body. With one hand on his dick he came closer, pushing hard to insert the tip of it past your entrance. Just the tip, he'd promised himself. He knew he'd get carried away otherwise.

The knuckles of his opposite hand indented with the shape of his teeth where he bit down to silence a moan. It somehow felt even better than your mouth.

He pumped his cum into you until he was milked dry. He treated you like the pretty cumdump you were, overjoyed with the knowledge that he'd stained you inside and out.

Like he'd done with your mouth, he returned every drop that tried to leak out back into you.

Maybe one day he'd push himself in further. Maybe you'd even let him do it while you were awake. But until that time he was content, here, with his sleeping beauty to serve as his seed receptacle.

[Part 2]

[callsignhare]

Ghost is anything but inviting. At least, he knows that's how he comes across.

With such wide shoulders, bulging muscles and a literal skull covering his face, he's managed to strike real fear into even the most hardened soldiers. This oftentimes includes allies, as they tend to get intimidated at least a little bit.

Never is he the one to get the attention when the Taskforce goes out for a drink after an op. He's not outwardly handsome like Kyle or approachable like Johnny. He knows how to crack a joke, but it doesn't make a difference if people already feel unsafe just being around him. No woman would ever dream of being alone in a room with someone like him.

And yet, here you are.

The hostage he's luckily managed to get out of captivity alive. You're weak, mainly starved and sleep deprived, but cling to him with every last shred of power you have. He carries you to evac like it's nothing, trying to reassure you that everything is okay now. He feels you crying into his shoulder and has to admit it breaks his heart a little.

Even on the chopper, you refuse to be separated from him. Your savior, the angel you'd prayed to get you out of that hellhole. He kept you in his lap, all your limbs wrapped around him still.

His hand starts rubbing your back without him noticing, the other coming up to softly scratch your head as well as he can with his gloves on.

"It's alright. You're safe now. We'll have you back home in no time." He keeps repeating the same points until you fall asleep in his arms. He holds you so you don't slip off his lap, secretly delighted he gets to be the one to feel someone so close for once.

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Simon protecting fem!reader. Sort of. (graphic depiction of violence)

"Can you fuck off?!"

Simon's ears perked up at the shout from across the bar. His eyes were instantly drawn to the scene; a group of young women standing around a pool table, clearly getting sick and tired of some guy that didn't know how to take a hint.

The loser put his hands up in mock defense, still smirking like they were all just playing a game. He said something, something that Simon couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears. He zeroed in on the other man, snapping himself out of the trance only when his large hand made contact with a shoulder, roughly pulling the man back from the group.

"Fuck is your prob-!" The man was at least smart enough to stop talking when he realized he had to lean his head back to look at Simon's terrifyingly masked face. He stood there for a moment, the cogs in his brain clearly turning yet producing nothing of value, "This has nothing- Fuck you, man." He soon stomped off like a petulant child.

Simon's eyes tracked him all the way out the door. Just as he himself took a step to pursue, a soft voice rung out from behind him;

"Hey. Thank you for that." He turned slightly to find you standing there. He liked your face, he decided, but his mind was too preoccupied to do anything with that information, "Can I buy you a drink?" You then offered.

It was tempting, but he knew better. He knew you just felt like you owed him. You didn't actually want anything to do with him, in fact you might just be afraid of him. You wouldn't be the first. If only you knew the atrocities committed by his very hands. It had been a long time since he'd even felt human. Helping out where he could was all he had to try and be something more.

The urge to accept your offer remained, yet the pull of knowing the other guy was still out there was more enticing. Simon tried to find something to say, but his feet carried him off before he had the chance.

The guy hadn't gotten very far in the minute or so Simon was stood inside. He was muttering to himself, drunkenly stumbling across the parking lot.

It was instinct, really, feeling a bit more of Simon leave and having Ghost take over. Sneaking up to the fool was easy, dragging him behind a car and punching him in the face repeatedly was even easier. The sickening crunch of a broken face felt familiar. His non-dominant hand clutching the quickly discoloring shirt made sure the guy couldn't crawl away if he tried.

This was all he was good for. Protecting others in the only way he knew how: violently.

You weren't sure why the big stranger in the mask had intrigued you so much. Sure, his build was to die for, but you mostly just wanted him to know that you were grateful of him being the only man in the bar with the balls to stand up for you and your friends.

You excused yourself to the group, hurriedly putting on your coat as you stepped into the chilly night air.

The large parking lot was mostly quiet, half filled into a maze any more than tipsy person would struggle to navigate. You tried seeing if any of the headlights were on, giving away the position of your mysterious hero.

At last you spotted him, rising from behind a car at the very back of the lot. His wide shoulders gave away his identity immediately. Without a shred of worry, you started on your way over to him. It was stubborn of you, but maybe you'd be satisfied if you could just catch his name.

As you got closer, maneuvering through a group of cars, you watched him duck again, curious as to the sounds he was producing. Your steps sped up a little when you realized it sounded like crying.

"Ple-please ma-" A gasp involuntarily left your throat as you rounded a car just in time to see Ghost's fist connect to the temple of that dickhead from the bar. At least, you were pretty sure that's who it was. His face was covered in blood and already starting to swell like nothing you'd ever seen before.

Ghost rose at the sound you'd produced. He'd been aware of your presence from the moment you stepped outside, but since you weren't a threat he hadn't kept track. He didn't feel the urge to flee the scene, but he wished he could've controlled himself long enough to shield you from the damage.

The moment you saw him stop, was the moment you ducked behind the nearest car. Your hand found it's way to your mouth, trying to silence your gasps for air. Fear settled in the pit of your stomach, but you shamefully couldn't deny how good he had looked with his hand all covered in blood.

Not the time, you reminded yourself.

"'m no' gonna hurt ya," You heard him say. Did he get closer to you? "Was just try'na help," At least that's how he always justified it to himself, "I'm sorry you had to see this."

Your mind went through every possible scenario. He clearly knew you were there, so would staying silent make him think you were ignoring him? Would it make him angry?

"Thank you," You didn't even know which part you were thanking him for, just as long as he didn't turn his ire towards you, "You really didn't have to."

You couldn't help the instinctual short scream bursting from your lungs and he suddenly jumped over the hood of the car you were hidden behind and found his place crouched next to you.

He faced you with the single most intense stare you'd ever seen. You could feel it, "Wanted to."

The eye contact was killing you, as if he could suck all your deepest secrets right out of you. Your gaze instead turned to his bloody fist, unsure of it was all the other guy's of if Simon had some wounds himself.

"Does it hurt?" You nodded towards it.

He flexed his hand a few times, surprised you'd even asked, "No' as much as it does f'him." His head motioned vaguely in the direction of the man you were quite certain had been knocked unconscious.

"You know, it's not the first time we've had to deal with him. Asshole that he is." Trying to fill the silence proved futile. His mouth remained shut, but his eyes still had yet to move away from your face.

Something within Simon was stirring. He wanted to lean closer to you, have you kiss his throbbing knuckles or maybe his lips. But he knew how he was coming across. He didn't want you to feel pressured into it by fear.

Reluctantly he got up, "You should go." And with that he was off to do whatever to the motionless body draped on the concrete. You weren't sure you wanted to know, slowly rising as well and making your way back to the bar.

"I owe you one." The words were unsteady on your tongue, having spoken before truly considering what you were getting yourself into. You could still feel the stare on the back of your head.

"I'll see you." Simon promised you. Maybe it'd be nice to have someone worth protecting.

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Part 2 to this (non-con, somnophila)

First part was gender neutral but this ended up being a female reader, sorry about that

König was not nearly as smooth as he thought he was. Waking up to a weird taste and dried flakes of something in your mouth was bad enough, but finding your underwear stained in the morning left very little doubt as to what had been happening.

Naturally, you freaked the fuck out. Your roommate had always seemed like such a sweet person. Shy, for sure, but in an endearing sort of way. The two versions of him clashed in your mind. This couldn't be real.

Knowing how impossible it would be to break your lease, let alone find a new place in the area on such short notice, you wanted to be absolutely certain of the situation before acting. Thus, there you laid in bed, wide awake without the pills you'd grown so accustomed too, simply trying to stay still as you waited for any sound.

It didn't take long before your door audibly opened. König clearly knew it wouldn't wake you under usual circumstances. How often had he done this?

You willed your body to remain in place, trying to relax your facial muscles especially so he wouldn't know you were awake. It was tough to keep up the act when you could hear his footsteps approaching, stopping right next to your head.

It was even harder not to startle when you suddenly felt his big hand softly caress your cheek, "Mein Engel..." You heard him say softly. Though a part of you feared he saw right through your facade, you kept it up. Maybe he was just talking to himself. You needed to know what he would do.

"So pretty for me." By listening carefully, you tell he started stroking himself.

Holy shit, your theory had been correct. Out of survival instinct, and perhaps a sick, strange sense of curiosity, you stayed still regardless.

Then he whimpered, "I can't wait," A rush of cold air rushed over your body as your sheets were thrown off in a hurry, "Es tut mir leid, I need you."

You supposed the least he could do was apologize. Humiliation flooded your very soul as you thought back to the times you'd thought of him in a good light. His sweet gestures, how he held you when he came back from deployment like you were his world, how you'd gotten off thinking about him, imagining he would hear you through the walls and come give you a hand-

Well, you got what you wanted. Your pants and panties were down your thighs just as quick as the covers had been, his shockingly big cock pushing into you without resistance.

You nearly scared yourself out of your game of pretend by realizing you were wet. And not just a little bit either.

König clearly took notice as well, moaning unabashedly as he came inside you all too soon.

The anticipation of his next move killed you. It would make the most sense for him to just get up and leave right? So why was he still there?

His middle and pointer finger brushed through your slit, gathering a combination of your slick and his cum. Once his hand lifted you heard him groan again. The wet squelching you heard must've been him sucking the fluids into his mouth. The temptation to open your eyes was at an all time high.

"So good, Schatz. So perfect for me." His weight shifted again and soon enough you could feel his hot breath on your face. His lips carefully found a place on your cheek, "I love you." He just wouldn't stop, kissing everywhere he could reach from the position while speaking the words he was to afraid to say when he thought you could hear them.

Your heartbeat sped up because this was all so fucked. If he had just told you how he felt, you would've gladly let him into your bed. You could've been so happy, a part of you still was at his confession, but how could you possibly ignore what he'd clearly been doing to you for weeks now?

Without really thinking about it, you opened your eyes. You just needed to see him. See if any part of him looked remorseful. His name was on your tongue but you couldn't speak it. You couldn't get yourself to break the spell and permanently alter what you'd found here.

When he started pulling back you instinctively closed them again. Your mind shouted at you to call him out, scream, curse, hit him over the head with your bedside lamp. But you laid still, pliant for this man who somehow did seem to care about you.

He leaned in closer one last time, his mouth feeling less than an inch from yours. Yet, he made no further move. It took a second of anxiety as to if he'd seen you awake after all, before you heard him sniffle. A tear dropped onto your eyelid.

As if he'd made up his mind, the final kiss was planted on your forehead. Your ears were blessed with one last "I love you", before the giant of a man pulled your pants and covers back to their original spot and left the room.

After a few minutes, only when you were sure he'd stay gone, did your body get out of shock. Tears fell down your face at the conflicted feelings you harbored, also the fact you were conflicted in the first place.

The next morning you hadn't gotten any sleep at all. You stood in your kitchen with a cup of coffee, mulling over what the fuck you would say when König came out of his room.

You felt like crying all over again when you met the sight of his face. Those kind eyes and the way he smiled when he saw you. If only you could just not care.

"Gutemorgen." He said like he did every other day. As if nothing was wrong. Nothing had changed, "Are you alright? You look a little tired." If you'd been ignorant to his deeds, maybe you would've missed how the caring in his voice was laced with a different kind of nervousness.

"I..." Whatever you were going to say next, things would never be the same again, "I had a really weird dream last night... I think I'm gonna stop taking the pills." The idea of confronting him directly was scarier than anything you could imagine. Not because you thought he would hurt you, but there was no telling how a conversation like that was gonna go.

"The pills! I thought you- but you've been- you love them!" He clearly didn't know how to deal with this development either, unable to argue in a way that wouldn't raise an eyebrow.

"I mean they work well, but there's just... too many side effects."

Even though you weren't looking at him directly, you could see König deflating from the corner of your eye, "Well, you have to take care of yourself." His hand patted your head as he made his way into the kitchen to busy himself with any distraction he could find.

"I'm sure there's other things I could try..." You weren't gonna say it. Holy fuck, you couldn't say it- "I heard sex can help."

Your roommate's arm paused mid-opening of an overheard cabinet. You waited for him to speak but he never did.

"König..?" Your voice was soft, as if you feared scaring a feral animal, "You'd never hurt me, right?"

That sure got a reaction out of him, he spun around with wide eyes, almost throwing himself at you before realizing it would go against his following words, "Never! Never, I want to take care of you, Schatz."

You simply nodded, as if you could will yourself into forgetting what you now knew about him, "Okay..." You stepped a little closer, arms encircling his broad waist, face turned down so he couldn't see.

His arms quickly hugged you back, pulling you close like you'd vanish otherwise.

You heard his breath stutter when you next spoke, "I love you too."

[Part 3]

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Price's wife!reader reaaaally wants to make sure the team is well taken care of. In every way.

Simon had been resistant about going to Price's house at first. The fear of encroaching on his captain's peace and personal life was daunting. Let alone what the wife might think. He'd probably just make her uncomfortable.

Still, his only alternative was spending his evening in the drafty, somewhat moldy apartment he paid for under the table, seeing as he was legally dead and all. So at John's insistence he got into the car anyway, staring out the window in an attempt to calm his nerves.

"All you have to do is be yourself. And take your shoes off when you come in, she gets pissy when there's dirt inside." Price smiled fondly as if the luitenant wasn't already considering jumping out the moving vehicle.

Alas, they made it through the front door.

Right as Simon was about to bend down and untie his shoes, he caught the sound of soft pitter-patter through the hall.

It would be an understatement to say Price managed to get himself a beauty. The soft way you looked at him as you came up for a kiss, your comfortable clothing and sparking eyes made the luitenant feel all the more like he didn't belong there.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Simon." The use of his name caught him off guard, as did the implication that you had been wanting to see him for some time.

His mouth went dry at the way your eyelids dropped ever so slightly while you assessed him. Was he just imagining you looking him up and down? The way you smiled so calmly almost came across as... sultry.

Had it not been a strange thing to do in that moment, Simon would've physically hit himself over the head for thinking of his captain's wife that way. He forced himself out of the panic and hurriedly shook the hand you still held outstretched.

"Pleasure's all mine."

Dinner went well enough. You happily asked the men questions, making sure Simon was constantly involved in conversation. It made him feel almost normal. Like some level of a domestic life wasn't completely off the table for him yet.

That wasn't even to mention the food itself. It had been a long time since he'd gotten to enjoy anything other than microwave dinners and mess hall food.

"She knows just what men like us need." The captain had said in a self satisfied tone. The way his gaze slowly dragged from his wife to his teammate, lost on Simon.

After eating, regardless of his insistence to help out, you made Price take care of all the dishes, taking Simon into the living room for a cup of tea and more chatting.

You asked him about some of his scars, getting a brief story where most of the gory details were spared.

His mouth quickly shut when your hand landed on his upper thigh, leaning in closer next to him on the couch, "Oh, sweetie. That must've been so hard."

No words were being produced by his brain anymore, his mouth suddenly dry again. He watched as your other hand came up to caress his arm.

"They don't pay you guys nearly enough for the work that you do," You continued, your tone undeniably an octave lower than it had been at the table, "Let me make up for it. Okay?"

Simon remained frozen as he watched you, his captain's wife, drop to the floor in front of him.

This couldn't be happening. It was like Heaven, but he knew John would make his life a living hell if he knew what was going on.

"Pri- price..." He only managed to mumble as your supple hands massaged his thick thighs.

Your smirk was awfully confident as you started undoing his belt, "John won't mind. And you want it, don't you, baby?"

Not even a breath could leave his mouth before you made contact with his half hard dick, pulling a gasp from his chest. He nodded dumbly, too captivated by the sight of you below him.

God, it had been way too long since he spent the night with someone.

"Just let me take care of you then." Without a single second of hesitation you licked his shaft from base to tip.

Simon's hands instantly clutched into the couch cushions, willing himself to not buck his hips.

You soon took him into your mouth, tongue prodding at his slit as your hand took care of what you couldn't take in.

The indents of his teeth would probably still be visible the next day, the way he'd rushed his knuckles into his mouth when your free hand fondled his balls. Even through his mask, his hold was relentless.

You made him feel well and truly delirious. This was wrong. But fuck, if it wasn't the best head he'd ever gotten.

"Close, lovie." He tried to warn you, his climax all but exploding into your warm mouth as the statement made you take him in deeper.

Inhaling desperately as if he'd been held underwater for too long, Simon watched you swallow all he had to give before pulling back and licking your lips for good measure. You left one last kiss at his tip, smiling when it made him whimper.

"I..." Post nut clarity was starting to hit him, and it felt like being body slammed by a truck. In a sudden burst of panic he stood up from the couch, checking to make sure Price was still in the other room as he tucked himself away, "I should go-"

"Hey now, what's the rush?" Simon nearly collided with his captain head on in his hurry to get out the door. He was lucky that the mask concealed most of his heated face.

He forced himself to take a deep breath as he continued his path to the front door, only speaking again when he was leaning forward to tie up his boots, "It's been nice, but I should go. Thank you for the food." He didn't even bother with the second shoe before he was out the door.

He barely got any sleep that night, racked with guilt and fear of what Price was going to do. Would his wife tell him? Say that he agreed for her to do that even? Oh, he was beyond dead.

"Wha's go' ya so tense, lt?" Johnny's chipper voice snapped him out of his thoughts the next day.

He simply stared at the Scot for a second, unsure if he should say.

But as if he could read his mind, "C'mon, hey, ya can trust me."

Simon checked over his shoulder to make sure no one else was nearby, before clutching his teammate's arm and dragging him closer.

"I was at Price's yesterday... met the missus."

"Oh, nice. Wa' she bonnie?"

The shaky inhale was enough of an answer, "She was, uhm... enthusiastic to meet me..." Johnny expectantly waited for where this was going, watching his superior struggle to find the word, "She sucked me off."

The reaction was immediate; eyes going so wide they almost bulged out of the younger man's skull, "She wha-?!"

Simon desperately slapped a hand over Johnny's mouth, checking again to make sure no one was around.

"It just- It happened so fast and she said Price wouldn't mind but he wasn't even there and I- Oh, you should've seen her-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Johnny started saying as he peeled the hand off of his mouth, "She said Price didn't mind?"

"Well, she was probably just saying that-"

"Nuh-uh, lt. I have to go see for myself." Turning on his heels, Johnny was already imagining how he'd propose a dinner party at the captain's house to the man himself.

Simon tried to stop him, but it was no use. The sergeant's mind had been made up and a few nights later he found himself exactly where he wanted to be.

He made sure to turn up the charm, complimenting you, cracking jokes and dropping the odd innuendo here and there. It seemed like you were eating it up.

Before he knew it he was sat on the couch, unbeknownst to him it was the exact same spot Simon had sat.

"Does it get lonely sometimes?" You asked, your hand once again finding its way onto a guest's upper thigh.

"Ah'll be honest. Sometimes it does," Johnny played along, leaning a little closer, "No clue how Price managed the time to ge' such a lady all for 'imself."

"He's lucky I like caring for men like him." You responded, your voice taking on an even more flirty tone. Simultaneously, your hand inched closer to his crotch, until you could squeeze his already firm cock through the fabric of his pants, "Do you need a hand?" You whispered.

"How 'bout a mouth?"

As cute as seeing Simon flustered have been, getting to bounce off of someone was just as fun. You found yourself nodding, getting onto the floor and unbuckling his belt with practiced efficiency.

Johnny couldn't imagine feeling guilty in this moment, fully focused on the wet warmth of your mouth enveloping him whole. His hand scratched your scalp softly to encourage your movement.

"Tha's a bonnie lass." He whispered, only half a mind to not get too loud while Price worked through the dishes in the other room.

The moment you touched his balls, he was done for. Spurts of his seed went into your mouth and dutifully down your throat when you swallowed around him. He dropped his head against the back of the couch, eyes closed and content.

"Are ye done?" Price's voice shook him awake faster than a bomb could. Looking up, he found the captain casually leaning in the doorway. All the bravery and bravado suddenly drained away from Johnny like the blood from his face.

"It went by quicker than I'd hoped," You responded back simply, before turning your head back and forth between the men, "Can you make sure Kyle comes by soon? I wanna know what he has to offer."

[callsignhare]

Part 3 to this and this (CNC, mentions of actual non-con somnophilia)

Somewhat inspired by this post by @luxcuriousao3

Things had been going surprisingly well between you and König.

Now that there was no reason for him to hide his desire for you anymore, there was also no need to sneak around behind your back. Anytime he wanted to touch you, you most often allowed, if not reciprocated, it.

He was in heaven every single day that he was with you. And yet...

As much as he tried to push down his hunger for thrills, he sometimes reminisced on how nerve wrecking it had been to take you in your sleep. Nerve wrecking, but undeniably exciting.

It felt paradoxical; back then all he wanted was for you to participate and now that you did he sometimes missed how things had been before.

Bringing up his ultimate solution to you was almost scarier than those nights, but after all the work you had done to reassure him he shouldn't be afraid to be himself, he wanted to at least give it a try.

You were hesitant at first. König still didn't know that you knew he'd taken advantage of your use of sleeping pills and him all but begging to do a CNC scene made you wonder if perhaps this was just his nature. But when he explained it further and ensured you time and again that you would have a safe word, you eventually decided to try it out. For him. And maybe a little bit because the way he described it made you feel a certain type of way you didn't dare dwell on for too long.

Some time later you were sat on the couch, half paying attention to some show when he plopped down next to you. His face buried in your neck near instantly.

"König," You playfully pushed him away, "I'm trying to watch something."

He simply went right back to latching onto your sensitive skin, one hand already working it's way down to your pants.

"Baby," No response. "Babe, really. Can we not do this right now?" There it was, clear as day. The phrase you two had agreed on would be your signal to start the scene off with.

Your boyfriend scooted closer to you in genuine excitement, "I need you, Schatzi."

"König, come on. Stop it." You tried shoving him off you again, only to be met with full resistance.

"I'll be quick." He whispered, licking around the shell of your ear and slowly pushing you down on the cushions.

"I said stop it. Sto-!" When you gave him too much verbal pushback, his body went rigid. He realized quickly he didn't like it, it felt too real. He never wanted to hurt you.

Instead of stopping the scene or communicating his feelings, König, thinking with his achingly hard cock, instead opted to kiss you with all his passion and might. You didn't kiss him back at first, still playing your part, but soon you allowed his tongue to slip into your mouth.

"Look what you do to me." He grabbed your hair and turned it down to face his crotch, where he hurriedly pulled himself free from the confines of his pants.

"König..." Your soft voice whimpered, but no other words left you.

In the blink of an eye, your own pants were shoved halfway down your thighs, "Forgive me, but I need you." And with that, he lined himself up with your entrance and sloppily crammed himself inside.

It was a bit of a struggle with how you couldn't open your legs very wide, but the colonel delighted in feeling how wet you naturally were for him.

"Please," You tried to not make it sound like too much of a moan, "I don't want this."

The phrase once again awakened something in your boyfriend; a deeply rooted guilt he'd had since the first time he took you in your sleep. The tears forming in his eyes were genuine, even if he'd told you in advance he wanted to act more pathetic than malicious.

That's exactly what he was.

"I can't stop," Indeed he pumped his thick length into you as if on instinct. Feeling your warm, soaked walls was the most home he'd ever felt, "I can't stop. I need you, Schatzi. I love you." More tears fell down his face as his orgasm built up embarrassingly fast.

You were mostly laying still underneath him, unsure if you should keep repeating yourself or let König do his thing. The urge to wipe away his tears made your hand twitch, but you held it back.

Soon his hips went from giving you full strokes to humping into you like a needy mutt. His forehead leaned against yours, tears dropping down into your own eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me, bitte. I'm sorry. I love you."

The rambling gave away exactly how close he was and indeed you felt him fill you too the brim a mere few seconds later. His moan sounded more like a sob.

An extra bit of his weight collapsed onto you when he finished, though he still made sure you wouldn't get hurt. His strong arms encircled you and pulled you against him tight, as if he could squeeze any hatred he feared you would have for him out.

At last you moved your hand, softly rubbing over his head and sushing him, "It's alright, baby. I'm okay." You whispered close to his ear.

It made him cry even more, clumsily moving down to rest his head on your chest. He loved it when you held him like that. Nowhere did he feel safer. He sometimes thought about it on the battlefield, although he'd never told you.

He was trying to speak, but the spasming of his diaphragm cut off any attempt. You leaned down to kiss the top of his head in reassurance, a wordless way of telling him to take his time.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you." You had a sneaking suspicion he was talking about how he used to use your body. And though you felt conflicted, you felt urged to care for him first. A thought which in and of itself fueled your inner turmoil, but that was something for you to unpack later.

You stayed on the couch for a while longer. After the emotional outburst, König soon fell asleep in your arms. You went on to watch the show that still played on the tv, your fingers caressing his head and back.

[callsignhare]

You were inconsolable when Simon went missing in action.

The Taskforce had been terrified to bring you the news, each feeling guilty for what had happened in their own way.

Price especially, as captain of the team, hadn't stopped beating himself up over it. If he had given different orders, if he'd thought further ahead, if he had noticed the enemy closing in sooner...

He send his sergeants home after they helped tell you, deciding the job of comforting you fell onto his shoulders.

He helped you to bed that night, cooked you brunch in the early afternoon when you still hadn't gotten out of bed, he stayed close and he stayed patient. But he also talked with you. He shared openly his feelings of guilt and you eventually did the same in return.

John, as you call him now, had only started opening up to try and make you do the same, but he soon found he actually felt safe sharing it with you. It felt good to say the things out loud that he never thought he would.

As weeks became a few months, he found out more and more things about you as a person. Your hobbies, your beliefs, your sense of humor. He was lucky you two were on such a similar wavelength, it made him practically living in your house feel a lot more like routine.

Your emotional connection was at an all time high. You two would walk around the house chatting and joking around like two people in a relationship. The only thing missing was the physical touch. You hadn't initiated anything and John didn't want to rush you since you must have still been grieving Simon. So he waited, confident it wouldn't take much longer for you to fall into his arms.

One afternoon you were on the couch together, chatting over some show you'd convinced him to watch with you. It was only your knees that were touching, but after months of barely anything it felt like a win to John. He tried to keep his knee in place even when he reached over to answer the ringing phone.

With all that he had seen, there were only a handful of moments in his life where Captain John Price would say it felt like the world stopped moving, if only for a second. This was one of them.

You'd noticed his silence, looked over at him and saw his shocked expression. You asked what was wrong.

With his mouth dry and brain stuttering, John couldn't immediately answer. It couldn't be true. The news simultaneously such a miracle come true, yet also a sudden, Earth shattering end to his time in your home.

He took another breath. There was no point in trying to hide it, as much as he secretly wished he could, "They found Simon."

You two were in the car racing over to base within the blink of an eye, your feet carrying you through the halls after John faster than you'd ever moved before.

Price watched from the doorway as you fell into Ghost's arms where he laid on the medical bed. His eyes traced your crying features and bright smile. His ears zeroed in of your soft voice and grateful, happy words. Words that were not for him. Words that never would be.

You were Simon's. That never changed.