Ghost Is Silently Seething, And I Love It

Ghost is silently seething, and I love it

date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.

This will never NOT be my favorite thing

Not Allowed on the Bed

This was just supposed to be a thirsty drabble, but okay

Warnings: hybrid reader, swearing, virgin!reader, chubby reader, mentions of pregnancy

This is my first time writing hybrid, so it's not good, but here we go

You never thought you'd get adopted. It wasn't that you weren't cute, of course you were, but every time someone came into the shelter to look at the pets they'd look at you, maybe even play with you, and end up taking home one of the smaller hybrids. Still, you never stopped feeling hopeful when someone came in. You'd smile and speak sweetly and play as politely as you could manage. You didn't even jump up anymore, that wasn't nice, and you were a nice girl, or you did your best to be. Most of your friends had already found homes, you were happy for them, but you were also a little jealous, and lonely. The people that ran the shelter told you to be patient, that someone would choose you someday, and you believed them. Why wouldn't you? They were so nice and took such good care of everyone.

"C'mon, man, just give them a chance, you've only seen a few of them." Your floppy ears perked up at the voice. He sounded kind, your heart flooded with hope and your tail wagged tentatively. 

"Tch. Whatever, let's just get this over with." The other voice wasn't as kind. In fact it sounded downright mean. Like he was growling. But, you shouldn't judge a person by their voice, so you remained full of hope. Their scents were faint, but pleasant in different ways. 

They were only a couple of doors away, but there were two really pretty, much smaller pets in between you and them. Somehow, you were lucky, the gruff man didn't seem impressed with the pets before your room. Their scents were stronger now, your rear end was wiggling as you saw them through the window of your room. 

"Aw, look at this one, she's so cute." The red haired one with the kind voice and fresh, earthy scent spoke. 

The other man didn't really look at you, his head was turned and his eyes were cast to the side. "Tch." Was his only response. You looked up at them from where you sat on the floor of your room like a good girl. His scent was harsher in your nose, but you liked it. You tilted your head and smiled. 

"Hi there, cutie." The redhead grinned at you, waving eagerly. 

You waved back, your smile widening. 

"Did you want to meet her?" One of the workers asked the men. 

The redhead confirmed, but the gruff blond just tutted again. The worker let them in and you remained sitting, like a good girl.

"How long has she been here?" The redhead asked. 

"A long time." The worker answered sadly. "She's a sweet girl, and there's nothing really wrong with her except her size. I'll leave you alone so you can get to know each other." 

The redhead thanked them and held out his hand to you. You sniffed him politely and smiled again. "What's your name?" 

You told him and the blond's eyes snapped to your face when you spoke. 

"You bite or somethin'?"

"No." You assured him quickly, raising your hands in front of you, and waving them. 

"Then why the fuck are you still here?"

"Bakugou!" The redhead scolded.

"I'm not small like the other pets." You told him frankly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" The blond called Bakugou demanded. 

You shrugged. You didn't really know why it made such a difference to anyone whether the pet they took home was big or small, all you knew was what you'd heard when you got passed over time and time again.

"You trained?"

You nodded eagerly. "'m a good girl, I promise!" 

"We'll see about that." He smirked. 

Before you really knew what was happening you were headed home. Home. Finally. You were so excited to finally have a home and an owner that when he let you in you started bouncing around your new surroundings, sniffing and touching everything you could get your hands on. 

"Oi!" His firm tone stopped you in your tracks just before you climbed onto the big bed.

You went and stood in front of him. "Yes, Master?"

"The fuck? No, I'm not your fuckin' Master." he protested with a snarling scowl. 

"But you took me home." You reminded him.

"That's-" He swallowed, eyes darting around in search of an answer. "You don't call me that, got it?"

"What do I call you, then?"

"Katsuki." He informed you. 

"Katsuki!" You parroted cheerfully. "'m Katsuki's good girl!" Your behind wiggled in your excitement. 

"Not if you you keep fuckin' crawlin' on my bed." He grumbled. 

He said things like that often, growling and snarling at you, saying if you did this or that that you weren't his good girl, but he always scratched behind your floppy ears while you sat next to him on the couch, always gave you some of whatever he was eating, always made sure you were healthy and safe. The only thing he forbade was you sleeping on his bed, he disliked you even being in his bedroom, but allowed it on occasion when he was with you. You had your own bed, and he expected you to sleep in it, no matter how much you begged. 

His friends were nice to you when they came over. The redhead that had helped Katsuki bring you home was called Shitty Hair, there was a taller, thinner one that always smiled and smelled like oranges called Plain Face, and a shorter blond with grabby hands called Dunce Face. They always brought you treats, scratched your head, and told you what a good and pretty girl you were. You liked them. 

"You want another treat?" Dunce Face asked you, holding the treat over you where you were sitting on the floor. 

You nodded and followed the treat with your eyes. 

"She's had enough." Katsuki scoffed. 

"Aw, but she likes them, and she's so cute." Dunce Face pouted. "Look at her jiggle when she jumps for it!" He lifted the treat for emphasis and you jumped up eagerly.

"Yeah, she can have just one more." Shitty Hair nodded. 

"Oi! Go take a nap, I'll wake you up for dinner." Katsuki ordered. 

"Okay!" You hopped up and went to your bed in the other room. You weren't sleepy, but it couldn't hurt to get cozy in your bed and let Katsuki have time alone with his friends. You walked around in a circle a few times before curling up, yawning a little. 

"Oh, man, I might need to get myself a pet." Dunce Face pouted again. "Unless you let me borrow yours." He continued in a sing-song tone. 

"Fuck off." Katsuki growled.

"Hey, relax, Bakugou." Shitty Hair tried to defuse the tension. "He's kidding, aren't you, Kaminari?"

"Kinda." 

"Bakugou doesn't do that." Plain Face informed. 

"You don't?"

"Not everyone has sex with their hybrid." Shitty Hair responded, cutting off Katsuki before he could speak, but you'd heard him move. 

Sex. You'd heard about that from some of the other pets, mostly the surrendered ones and a few of the strays. It sounded a little scary, but some of them made it sound nice. You weren't sure what to think, but Katsuki didn't seem interested, so you didn't think it would be a problem for you. You yawned again and drifted off to sleep. 

You felt weird. Huffy and lonely. Katsuki was at work and normally you'd fill your day with the chores you'd chosen to do and sleeping and playing, but today, you just felt . . . cooped up. Something was wrong and you didn't know what, but you knew it wasn't right. Opening the windows did nothing to alleviate the way you were feeling trapped. Even eating, you usually enjoyed, wasn't appealing to you right now. And you just wanted Katsuki home. Why did he have to be at work today? Why were there so many hours before he was coming home? You huffed again, pacing around the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. It seemed huffing was the only thing you could do to express yourself right now. You inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as your senses were overwhelmed by an intoxicating scent. It was familiar, you knew it was Katsuki's, but it was so much stronger, more . . . delicious

Your mouth watered. You needed more of it and your feet carried you toward the source. The place you weren't supposed to be without Katsuki, but you needed it. Your chest heaved as you tried to inhale more of the scent, needy, guilty whimpers already escaping your lips as you entered the forbidden space. You knew better than to be in here, all but one of your instincts were screaming at you to leave this room. Too bad this new, strange instinct was pushing them all to the back of your mind. You crawled slowly into the bed, under the covers, and buried your face in Katsuki's pillow, inhaling deeply. You lost yourself in the heady scent of him, your mind going hazy for a moment, and it felt like you were floating while your body filled with warmth, your skin tingling. You don't know how long you laid there, sniffing his pillow, but you whimpered the whole time, and your pussy was dripping slick onto his sheets, soaking and making your thighs sticky. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" His gravelly voice met your ears and at first you felt sick, guilt coursing through you at disobeying him, but you couldn't control the excited shiver that ran through you at the timbre of his growl, another gush of slick coating between your thighs.

"I said," He moved closer, his voice lowering dangerously, "what the-"

You jumped up and cut him off by clumsily crashing your lips into his. 

He didn't push you away, but made no move to kiss you back, just let you move your lips over his, and swallowed thickly, a snarl on his lips when you pulled away. 

You whimpered, feeling tears sting your eyes when he didn't speak.

Finally, he growled lowly at you, "What's the rule?"

"Katsuki?" You sniffled confusedly. 

"What's the one fuckin' rule?" He repeated.

"Don't go on the bed." You sniffled again. 

"And what did you do?" 

You hung your head, unable to look him fully in the eye because of the way his voice and scent were making you rub your thighs together. "Went on the bed." You pouted. 

"Bad girl." He snarled. 

Your head snapped up, your lips quivering. He'd never called you bad before. You wanted to protest, but he was right. You were bad. You were a bad girl. He was gonna bring you back to the shelter and then you'd never find another home, or if you did your next owner wouldn't treat you the way Katsuki did. Fat, hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Tch." He scoffed. "What the fuck're you cryin' for?"

"'m sorry for being bad, won't- won't do it again!" You fell to your knees in front of him. "P-please don't get rid of me." 

"Dumbass, I'm not fuckin' gettin' ridda ya!" He snarled, then sighed and gripped your shoulder, lifting you to standing. "But I can't let you get away with this." He walked over to the bed, dragging you with him, and put you over his knee. "You know why you're not allowed in the bed?"

"N-no." You sniffled, rubbing your thighs together in spite of your fear and shame, you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth, the source of the scent so close to your nose. 

He was breathing heavily for some reason, running his hands over your skin, squeezing and grabbing handfuls of your flesh. "You can't guess? Hah?"

You tried to think, but it was hard to form anything in your mind with him so close and touching you the way he was. "Be- because 'm your pet." You whimpered out when his hand slid between your thighs. 

He pulled his hand away and spanked you, the initial sting making you yelp and jolt, despite the way you wanted to beg for him to do it again. "Wrong." 

"Not- 'm not your pet?" More tears threatened to fall.

"You ain't a pet to me, baby, but you are mine." He growled out, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. Katsuki went back to rubbing and squeezing you. He let out a low growl as his fingers brushed over the wetness coating your inner thighs. "So fuckin' wet already. This all for me?" 

You nodded, a pleasured whine left your lips when his hand landed another spank to your ass. "Yes, all for you!" You cried out. "So wet for you!" 

"Good girl." 

His words had you gushing and whimpering again. 

"You like that, baby?" He didn't seem to want an answer this time, instead helping you move so you were on your back on the bed in front of him, immediately spread your thighs, and slid two thick fingers into your entrance. 

"Too much, 's too much, Katsuki!" You whined.

"Gotta get you ready, baby, so be my good girl and take it." 

You nodded again, the burning stretch giving way to fluttering, tingling pleasure as his fingers pumped and curled within you, the sloshing noises that met your ears only seeming to encourage him and spur him on. His thumb brushed over and circled a spot just above your entrance at the same time his fingers curled and dragged over a spot within you that had you squirming and seeing stars. You couldn't hold back your voice as you screamed out his name, your entire body tensing, then slowly relaxing while his fingers slowed. He pulled them from you and licked them while you whimpered at their loss. 

You tried to move forward, but he pushed you back. "Stay." 

You whimpered, but obeyed, eyes trained on him as he stood and removed his clothes. Your mouth watered as you took in his fully exposed form, an excited whine escaped you when he started moving toward you. He crawled over you and looked down at you, meeting your lips in a tender kiss. "You're mine." He growled against you lips when he pulled away. 

"Yours." You assured him. 

At your word he pushed inside you slowly. Hands gripping your hips as he sat back and began thrusting languidly. It didn't hurt thanks to the preparation he'd done. You felt so full, so right with him inside, his cock dragging over that place within you that made you squirm and dig your nails into him to ground yourself. Your hands held his shoulders, your eyes were locked on his while his grunts and groans created a lewd duet with your moans and whimpers.

"My good girl, let's fill you up."

When he moved faster you felt the tingling pressure building again, he drew your plush thighs around his waist, and drove into you, your voice rising again as you came undone, feeling him fall apart just after you and spill inside you with a growling groan. 

After he pulled out he put on pajamas and you went to go sleep on your bed, but he stopped you, grabbing your shoulder. "Where the fuck you think you're goin'?" 

"My bed, Katsuki."

He huffed and dragged you to his bed, pulling you next to him, and curling his body around yours. "This is your bed now, baby."

"But- you said." 

"Forget what I said. This is your bed now, dumbass."

"Go take a nap, you've had enough treats."

"Okay." You smiled and jumped up to go to sleep in the bed you now shared with Katsuki, the eyes of his friends trained on your plump behind as you walked. 

"I thought you didn't let her sleep in your bed, man." Plain Face reminded. 

"Shut up. Changed my mind." 

"Aw, Kacchan, what a softie!" Dunce Face teased. 

"Don't feel bad, Bakugou, most people let their pets sleep in their beds eventually." 

"Yeah, but most of them don't knock them up." 

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A Dreadful News

Figured that posting mostly incorrect quotes of our lovely Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros (+ El Sin a.k.a cartel momm– I mean Valeria Garza) is too easy. So I figured to do something new to challenge myself.

Also, this is my first time(ish) to do a full paragraph story/image/one shot/whateverthisis. So the explanation of the actions or the plot of the story may or may not confuse you.

This is gender neutral by the way. Happy reading.

Oh and by the way, be ready to cringe because English is not my mother tongue.

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The Task Force 141 fortunately finished a successful mission. They have carefully eliminated the threat that could’ve doom half of the living things on Earth. To celebrate their hard work, all Task Force 141 members, including Laswell, decided to throw a picnic lunch party somewhere in a park. (Y/n) recommended a park, a particularly park where they always go for their daily run before going on a mission.

When (Y/n) first discovered the park, they were surprised of how It looked so undisturbed. As if no one has been there before. Because of this, (Y/n) found this park suitable for a rowdy, yet lovable, bunch.

Soap thought that he was to arrive first as the park seems to be empty. Heck, he even thought he went to the wrong park. But as it turns out, he was in the right park and that (Y/n) was already there. As he gets closer to the early bird, Soap smiled and raised a hand to greet them but stopped himself as he sees the serious expression that they have on their face.

(Y/n)’s elbows are on their lap, mimicking a pillar. Their hands were locked together and are used to bury their nose. Soap furrowed his brows, wondering what could be bothering them. Being closer as he was before, Soap called out to them.

“Hey (N/n)!” Soap called out. Their head perked up.

What’s with the serious face? Thought that this was supposed to be a joyous day?” Soap said and stopped right next to them. (Y/n) sighed and closed their eyes, finally letting their hands down but still kept their elbows on their lap.

“Johnny boy,” (Y/n) replied, “you might want to sit down for this…”

And so he did.

*10 mins later*

Gaz thought that he was to arrive first as the park seems to be empty. Heck, he even thought he was on the wrong park. As it turns out, he was in the right park and that (Y/n) and Soap were already there. As he gets closer to the early birds, Soap smiled and raised a hand to greet them but stopped himself as he sees the serious expression that they have on their face.

(Y/n)’s elbows were on their lap, mimicking a pillar. Their hands were locked together and are used to bury their nose. Soap’s posture copied them. Gaz furrowed his brows, wondering what could be bothering them. Being closer as he was before, Gaz called out to them.

“(Y/n)! Soap!“ Gaz called out. The two’s head perked up.

“What’s wrong? Thought that this was supposed to be a joyous day?” Gaz said and stopped right next to them. Soap sighed and closed his eyes, finally letting his hands down but still kept his elbows on his lap.

“Well Gaz, you might want to sit down for this.” Soap said.

And so he did.

*5 mins later*

“Where are they?” Price, Ghost, and Laswell walked through the park. The food felt heavy on their hands. (Y/n) had gone ahead with the paper plates, plastic spoons, forks, and cups.

“Are we even on the right park?” Price questioned as he looked around the empty park.

“Well, this is the address (Y/n) sent,” Laswell said putting her phone on her pocket “We should look further.”

Price and Ghost nodded and continued to go further the park. Finally, they see the three troublemakers. Surprisingly, they weren’t goofing around as they always been when they were put together. Instead, the three were sitting on a bench with a serious expression. Their elbows were on their lap, mimicking a pillar. Their hands were locked together and are used to bury their nose.

This worried Price. He didn’t want to admit it, but he prefer to see them goof around than being serious. Even after a successful mission.

“(Y/n)! Soap! Gaz!” Price called out. The three’s head perked up.

“Why are you three looks so serious?” The captain questioned as he stopped right next to the three. Ghost and Laswell behind him.

Gaz sighed and closed his eyes, finally letting his hands down but still kept his elbows on his lap. His head dipped between his shoulders, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, captain, you might want to sit down for this.” Gaz said, his head still dipped between his shoulders.

Price looked behind him. Making an eye contact with Ghost and Laswell. Laswell shrugged while Ghost stood there, they were worried as well but didn’t want to show it. Price nodded and sat down on the empty space next to Gaz, putting the warm goodies on his lap.

As he sat down, he could’ve swore that the two beside Gaz snorted but was covered by coughing.

“Well,” Price insisted “Get on with it.”

Gaz cleared his throat

“The bench is freshly painted…”

Silence

The captain was flabbergasted. Laswell was amused, but hid her expression by looking away. Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a ‘fuckin’ hell’ under his breath. (Y/n), Soap, and Gaz.. Well.. They’re breathing heavily to avoid from laughing, the sound of snorting could be heard from them from the attempt.

End Point

Bonus

“RUN AWAY!” (Y/n) shouted while laughing

Soap and Gaz followed behind them, laughing as well.

“GET YOUR BLOODY ASSES BACK HERE NOW!” Price shouted, chasing after them.

Laswell and Ghost stayed behind to set up the food, enjoying the energy that the three had created. They needed the laugh.

“HAVE MERCY ON US, CAPTAIN!”

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The fresh painted bench is base on a incorrect quote

AHHDHDHDKDJSJD

So… I was wondering if you could request how König and/or Simon reacting to their s/o just getting up and being able to walk decently after they had sex? I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently and idk why but i think both would be shocked in some kind of way. Please and thank you!!!

Note: I wanted to write König too but I'm sick so it's a surprise I managed to write this piece. I hope it doesn't suck 😊

Ghost

Ghost placed kisses on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around you so tightly that your back was pressed against his body. He loved these moments; the quiet, blissful hours after the two of you made love.

He could be rough, he knew that. This time wasn't any different, he had been away for too long to be able to hold back and behave in bed. He knew that you needed time to recharge, to gain enough strength to even be able to get out of bed on your own.

But today you didn't seem tired. You kept talking, your hand on top of his on your stomach as you told him about the Christmas card your friend had sent you from Australia where she was spending the holidays. He listened to every word despite not being a fan of this friend of yours, a mutual feeling you never really caught on.

"Wait, it's easier if I show you," you told him before slowly prying his hands off your body.

"Later," Ghost murmured into your ear. "You need to rest."

You turned to look at him and rolled your eyes. "I'm fine."

And with that you got out of bed, almost running over to the living room. He let out a surprised hum, wondering how you could do that. When you returned, he raised on his knees, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you in his lap.

With his face burried in the nape of your neck, he said, "I see you can still walk. I must be out of practice," he noted as he kissed your neck. "Let's see if I can make sure you don't leave bed until the morning."

You let out a laugh and put a hand on the back of his neck. Ghost watched you in awe. The fact you could move around so effortlessly after he fucked you like this made him wonder if it meant he had trained you well.

Either way, you were handmade for him and he didn't feel like ever letting you go. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if he should do what he had been planning to do on new year's eve. So he leaned back and opened the drawer of the nightstand to get something he had hidden there earlier.

You watched him with a questioning look that was replaced with a look of shock the moment you noticed he had a little blue box in his hand. First you opened your mouth, no sound leaving your throat as you tried to pull yourself together.

"I didn't want to give you this so soon, but I can't wait anymore," he said quietly before opening the box. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" you squealed happily before kissing him, hands wrapped around his body so tightly he felt like you would never let him go again.

Knit him a cute little ghost scarf ahhhhh

Simon found you in the living room with two needles in your hands and a basket of yarn next to you. He could already see what you were working on.

He sat beside you, draping his arm around your shoulder.

“Something for me, love?” Simon asked.

You made a fake, dramatic gasp.

“Simon, I can’t give you a sweater. This one’s for me,” you said.

“Why can’t you?” Simon replied.

“There’s a curse. If you give your significant other a hand knitted sweater, the relationship usually ends,” you explained.

“You can’t believe that,” Simon said, sounding rather amused.

“It happens,” you said. “Which is why this sweater is for me, but you’re welcome to wear it at any moment. Hence the extra, extra large size.”

Simon let out a huff of air, still amused. However, he leaned closer to you and kissed you on the temple.

“Alright,” Simon said. 

You shifted on your seat when Simon did the same in an attempt to move you so that he could sit against the armrest of the sofa and you would sit with your back against his chest.

When you both were positioned comfortably, Simon rested his chin on your shoulder and watched the satisfying knitting movement that you made.

“Let me know if you run out of yarn, I’ll get some more,” Simon said.

“Sure,” you chuckled.

Screaming and kicking my feet rn

*riding ghost*

NSFW: MINORS DNI

warnings: riding; smut🥴 is that enough warning lol pls don’t read if you’re a minor 😭

this honestly just popped up into my head and I frantically started typing on my phone (bear with me bc I haven’t written anything smutty in so long and never have been good at it lol) anyways happy Friday!

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