Rowan Grim

-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)

-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!

-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)

-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.

-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”

-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.

tagging: @angel444riley

thinking about Simon Riley who can't sleep without you. he'd wake up breathless from a nightmare, breath uneven. his fists clenched, that familiar military instinct to grab his firearm shooting pure adrenaline through his veins.

his mind is still stuck in that post dream state, mission still fresh in his mind as he scanned around in the darkness, eyes starting around the shadows for any sign of movement.

soft breathing beside him broke through his haze and he squinted, catching sight of your figure sleeping soundly next to him, calm and breathing.

safe he thought, reassuring - forcing himself to take a breath as he tried to calm down, the sound of his heartbeat loud in his ears.

you stirred, feeling the rustling of his unrest.

"si?" you mumbled sleepily, turning towards him. his eyes softened. even half asleep you were still attentive, still worried about him.

he was quick to wrap his arms around you, warm and strong around your body as he pulled you against him. the knot in his chest loosened at the contact of your body against his, the tension in his shoulders fading as he buried his face in your neck - breathing in your scent.

still here he thought, closing his eyes in relief.

"shh lovie, go back to sleep" he replied huskily, settling against you.

you relaxed back into his arms, resting your cheek against his broad chest as sleep took over you again.

other nights when he'd wake up without you, he'd panic. dread settling in as he grasped the sheets next to him, seeking out your presence only to find it empty. he'd sit up wide awake, alert only to exhale when he heard you moving around in the bathroom, light shining beneath the door.

when you'd come out and see his expression, the left over anxiety in his eyes you'd rush over, cupping his face and smiling when he melted in your hold.

"still here" you'd whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

his eyes would close at the contact of your lips, shoulders dropping and he'd wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed. you'd giggle at the abrupt action to which he smiled, the sound erasing whatever post nightmare plagued him and grounding him in the sound.

with you in his embrace, right where you belonged, he'd drift slowly back into slumber. peacefully.

reader as the little blue bird squaring up to or pecking at them when they get too close the bigger white birds (the task force) who are lowkey scared to begin with - kind of backing away from them but trying to stand their ground.

thinking hybrids, preferably gn!reader but 🤷

Pecking Order

Rainbow Lorikeet!Reader x Raptor!141

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: purely comical fic paired with threats of bodily harm

Summary: the new mechanic on base has a lot of attitude for a creature so small

A/N: okay so i watched the video from the link when this ask originally came through, but when i went to actually write this it was gone :( i've been putting off writing it because i only remember a vague gist of what it was. hopefully this is kinda accurate, i went with a rainbow lorikeet for reader because they are lowkey assholes lmao

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The team would never admit it aloud, but the new mechanic on base makes them nervous. A comical statement considering said mechanic is about half the size of each of them and clad in an array of rainbow feathers, visually not the most intimidating figure. However the 141 quickly realised the bright and colourful appearance, does not exactly match the personality wearing it.

It's only been three weeks, yet you have already chased each of them out of your workshop at least four times. Prior to your arrival, the men never gave much thought to the state they returned equipment and vehicles in. Their job is to get the mission done no matter what, a few damages to the humvee or truck seem like a minor price to pay.

You made it clear very quickly how much you disagree.

Soap had been the first recipient of your anger, returning one of the cars with a shattered windscreen and a rear door damaged to the point it doesn't open, he left your workshop looking more shellshocked than he has on any mission unable to tell the team what exactly had just happened.

Each of them in turn has experienced it now for themselves, the yelling, the berating, the threats of physical violence. Threats they thought were empty until you bit Price on the hand when he tried to 'help' fix something he'd broken out of guilt. Never in his career has he ever been bitten by someone, let alone a subordinate. That was the day he finally cracked open the whiskey he'd been saving for a 'special occasion', instead used to drink away the events of the day.

Today however, today they think you may actually kill them. They wrecked the truck. The truck you had just made an upgrade to with specialised parts shipped from overseas. The truck you had forbade them from using for the training exercise this morning that they took anyway because it has better air conditioning. The truck that is now laying upside down in a ditch with a busted engine because they let Ghost drive, the man who failed his drivers test six times. In his defence, none of them were prepared for a dear to run directly in front of the vehicle when they were moving at close to 80km an hour. However the decision to swerve off the road, through a fence line and into a creek rather than breaking, that was on him......though it was their collective choice to hand the man the keys.

The walk back to your workshop had been silent, wings tucked tightly against their back in discomfort. Flying back would be faster, but that would also mean being face to face with you sooner which they would rather avoid as long as possible, so walk it is.

The closer they get to your workshop the slower their steps seem to become, until the four of them are completely stationary, staring at the closed door leading inside.

No one wants to be the one to walk in first, in fact none of them want to walk in at all. But they no there's only one way to make this situation worse and that would be to not tell you at all. Because when you find out, and you will find out, you would take it upon yourself to end all four of their blood lines permanently. It's better to rip the band aid off now and hope they come out in one piece.

And yet none of them move.

Soap is the one to break the silence, clearing his throat firmly, "for fucks sake, they're just a little parrot, we shouldn't be this scared of 'em."

Gaz shakes his head, eyes staring distantly through the door, "they're not a parrot, they're a demon incarnate."

"Should send in Ghost then, the closest thing we 'ave to a creature from hell," Soap nudges at the lieutenant, trying to push him toward the door.

Ghost stands firm, voice low and sharp, "If I go down, I'm takin' you all with me."

Soap deflates, the false bravado dissipating immediately. He turns his head instead toward Price, "... you're the captain, should come from you."

Price shakes his head, clapping Soap on the shoulder firmly, "face your death with honour lad."

With that he pushes the sergeant forward through the door, ushering Ghost and Gaz in behind them.

At the sound of them clattering inside, you lift your head up from where you are beating a dent out of a panel from one of the vehicles. Your hands and feathers are streaked with grease and oil, turning your vibrant plumage a murky grey.

You perk upward, wings ruffling as you take in their mixed expression, "fuck you all doin' here?"

Price clears his throat, nodding down to their hands, ".... could ya' put the hammer down?"

Your face immediately sharpens, voice tight as you hold the hammer toward them in an accusatory point, "what did you do."

Price pushes Soap forward without warning, nodding for him to provide the explanation. The sergeant whips his head toward the captain, eyes wide with betrayal before snapping his gaze back to you.

"We uhh... you see it wasnay my fault. Just a teeny accident. We were-"

"We damaged the truck," Ghost deadpans, seemingly uncaring about the way the other three men suddenly send him a look of dismay.

"... what?" Your tone drips with anger, hand tightening on the tool clenched in your hand.

Gaz holds his hands up in apology, "it was an accident!"

You let out a shrill screech of rage. The four of them take a quick step backward, edging toward the door.

"I'm going to pluck you all you pieces of shit! I'll break everyone one of your fingers so you can't ever touch one of my trucks again! I hope you have your eulogies prepared!"

They all scramble toward the exit, practically pushing each other out the way to get as far from you as possible.

"Yeah you better run!"

The last sound they hear as they all retreat back outside is the solid thud of your hammer being hurled into the wall after them. They know better than to linger, sprinting off toward the barracks in case you decide to follow them out.

"Think they'd like a gift basket? Sooth 'em over?" Soap puffs out, casting a cautionary glance over his shoulder.

"If the basket is full of our decapitated heads, yeah I'm sure they'd love it," Price sighs.

".... we're screwed."

"Royally."

Part 2 of 'tit's are tit's

Paring: sonar x ftm reader x ???

Content warning: smut omg so nsfw reader is NOT topping here guys,pupplay there's more but oh and read till after they fuck for a suprise!!

He actually did it. You can't believe it. 100% success on his missions you stand behind Robert looking at the report on his screen like it was a glitch cause surely it was right? "100% success sonars outdone himself." "I have haven't I Bobby." you heard sonar say in a smug tone you look to see him walking up beside you. "So...id say i did good on today's mission wouldn't you? Straight 100's across the board." sonar said throwing an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer slightly your hips bumbing eachother slightly. “Well,actually,” Robert says. “You got a 96% on one of your missions.” Sonars expression dropped instantly. “What..no that,where?” Sonar says with a concerning amount of hurt in his voice you kinda felt bad. “Right here.” Robert says pointing at the screen. “You let the villain get away twice before you finally got him.” Sonars mouth way agape for a beat or two. “I still did good on today’s mission though right?” He asked you. You put your finger on your chin as if your deep in thought. “Hmm I don’t know you did good sure but it’s definitely not 100%.” He looked devastated. “Well I don’t know what’s going on between you two right now but I’m headed home.” Robert said and with that’s he was off. “C’mon you can’t be serious you never said I had to get 100% you just said good!” Sonar pouted. “Yeah I guess that’s true,” you say with a sigh. “So your place of mine?”

You unlock the door of your apartment the soft purple and warm lights illuminating you. And sonar thought it was beautiful and he could appreciate the way it let his eyes rest a bit. “Nice place..wait you live in the same complex and Bobert?” You give sonar a funny look and gestured him inside. “Robert? Yea we’ve lived by each other for a minute.” Sonar walked around your apartment looking around the area. “Sooo we gonna fuck or…”

You sighed before pulling sonar into a kiss by his tie. It caught him off guard but he quickly leaned into it letting his hands find their way around your body. One going up your back and tangling in your hair and the other finding the small of your back resting there. The kiss deepened as you got used to his fangs you let your lips part to let his tongue in. “Fuck sonar..” you say breathless between kisses. “Ah. No,Victor, my names Victor.” You nodded and he pulled you back by your hair you let out a whine. “Say it.” He said bluntly. You turned your head to the side and sighed “Sorry, Victor.” Your said looking up at him, he smirked and pulled your head back gently this time. “Good boy, now c’mon let me hear it some more..” he pressed kisses from the corner or you mouth down to the nape of your neck earning a sharp inhale from you. “Ah..! Victor shit..” you could feel him smirk against your skin.

That interaction turned into your neck being covered with hickeys and bites you felt dizzy your back pushing open your bedroom door sonars arms around you he barely stabled the two of you. “Fuck baby I need you..” sonar said grabbing your hand and putting it over his bulge. “See I’m fucking aching for you..” you pulled your hand back lifting up your shirt and unbuttoning your pants sliding them down until they pulled on the floor. “Fuck..” you scoffed “it’s nothing new now you just have my legs added.” You smirk grabbing his hand and putting it flush to your boxers. His eyes widened slightly as he felt how wet you were already. “Fuck baby..your fucking dripping for me,wow, that’s like so fucking hot..” you but your lip before speaking up. “Can you call me puppy?” You said almost shyly. “Puppy,” he toyed with the way the name felt coming off his lips then he smirked. “I like the way that sounds.” He said as he pushed his fingers to your throbbing clit even through your boxers you felt it. “Oh,that feel good puppy?” He laughs and your arms wrap around his neck to ground yourself. “Oh that makes my puppy feel so good..”

You were on your back and sonar was on top roughly pumping himself into you. You were gripping at your bed sheets biting your lip, you felt something buzz beneath you. you go to reach for it and sonar snatches your phone from you. “Ohh who’s this?” Sonar said with a smirk not stopping fucking you why would he? “Robert?” Your head shot up and you reached for your phone. “What does he want?” You ask “it doesn’t matter,” sonar says pushing the decline call button but of course knowing Robert he called again which sonar let ring. Then you heard a knock on the door.

Heh…who would that be..

If you don’t wanna read reader getting absolutely wrecking in a sonar and Robert sandwich you can end the fic here:3

You hear your front door open and you go still

“Since when was it ok to decline and let my calls ring?” You hear Robert say as he walks into your apartment he then stops at your door.

“Oh? And what’s going on here?” Robert said with a smirk leaning up against your door frame.

“Hey Robbie it’s..actually it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Is it? Because it looks like your stuffing them full, and last time I checked that was my job mutt,”

You let out a nervous laugh and shrink in on yourself sightly you weren’t dating this wasn’t a cheating situation but you two did fuck,often.

“Has he been a good boy for you?” Robert asked walking over to your bed pulling off his shirt. “Man I wish I had someone to undo the button on my pants,mind if I borrow him for a sec?” Robert asked sonar

He looked at you to make sure you were ok with it and when you nodded “sure man go for it.” He said getting off and out of you(yuck)

You sat up and he waved you to the end of the bed where he was standing. “Yknow what to do.” You raise your hand to undo his button but he stopped you. “No. With your teeth mutt.” You nodded a small smirk on your lips as your bend down taking the edge of the denim between your teeth and unlooping it from the button,you took the zipper between your teeth next and dragging down looking up at Robert when you did it. Robert put a hand on your head petting it roughly. “Good fucking boy.”

It was tricky getting around the new person in the equation but the three of you got in the groove of it quick. Sonar was on top of you and fucking you and Robert was on your side holding you by your jaw and he was making out with you.

“Did you really think you could just go fucking another man with me in the next apartment did you even think to invite me?” You look at him breathless and open your mouth to answer. “Rhetorical question mutt,I don’t care. Just keep taking his dick.” Robert said pulling you into another rough kiss.

“Flip him.” Robert said. Sonar looked at Robert confused “pick him up and shuffle to the other side of the bed I want his head to hang off.” Sonars eyes widened but he did what Robert said happily you made a soft noise at the movement when you looked you could see Robert walking up to you pushing down his boxers. “Yknow what to do baby boy.” You saw something in his hands. “But first lift up.” And you did so feeling the collar you kept in your nightstand click. “Fuck that’s hot.” Sonar said thrusting into you deeper.

Robert looped the ring in the collar pulling your head against the bed as he put just his tip in your mouth. “No need to blow me,I’m planning to fuck that pretty little puppy mouth of yours.” You swallowed and tried to open your throat as much as you could

It was almost a blur you didn’t know what to focus on sonar pumping into your stomach or Robert fucking your throat.

Why focus on one!

Simon is the followers favorite because he is beefy and muscular.

Gaz and Soap are a shared second - they often hold the camera for your videos and their Voices are sometimes heard.

Johnny had just gotten back from a gruelling 8 month mission, the type of mission where he gives you a quick kiss before heading to the shower. 8 months without hot water, soap, time. He needed and everything shower and another everything shower on top of that. By the time he had finished his shower you were already on bed bed waiting for him, like a predator waiting for it's prey. You beckoned Johnny with your finger and it was like he was hypnotised, Johnny's legs moved before he could tell himself too.

You sat on the edge of the bed and licked up his stomach before kissing his hips bones, your lips were so soft he nearly came just from the sensation. Johnny dropped his towel but your perfect, soft lips disappeared from his skin. "Johnny. What the fuck?"

"Huh?"

"Your bush... It's. It's gone"

"Oh yeah. I shaved"

"You what?" You gasped as you moved back in horror, "You shaved? Why?"

"Hen. I haven't showered properly in 8 mont-"

"I can't believe you shaved," you huffed, your bottom lip sticking out as you glared at his pelvis. "Do you not love me anymore? Do you not love your cock? It's gonna get cold. What am I supposed to play with when I'm bored now?"

Johnny couldn't help but let out a small huff of amusement at your dramatics. "Hen," he moved onto the bed but you moved away from him.

Keegan randomly mumbling, “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” When you’re sleep in his arms or something when you’re both like 18.

And you do in fact, spend the rest of your life with him.

There was a tipping point (there always is) but never an end, always the first to apologize. So timid trying to hold your hand when the words fall from his lips, ‘I’m sorry.’ A man who can be nonchalant with everyone but he can’t help but stare at you for a life time. The love and longing in his blue eyes, pupils dilating as he becomes memorized by you again.

Whether it be when you wake up, scratching yoru stomach in a scarf, blinking through the sunlight that hurt your eyes. Or the way you hold him even close be it just randomly or after a fight, the way you dance around the house playing your favorite songs, terrible singing he only encourages to sing louder. The way you don’t have an issue with correcting him, all while he slides a hand to the small of your back and kiss all over your face. Spontaneous trips when he’s free or how you just get so soft with him. Want to do the mundane or some scrapbooking with him. Listen to him talk all day long about his favorite art work.

He’s imagined so many different variations of the house with the white picket fence for you, maybe one day as he stares at the side of your face it’s some 3 bedroom lake house, with a dog or two, quiet evening by the fire or when he sees you all dressed up for a date. Taking the lead and guiding him through the city, it’s some small apartment but it’s cozy, the two of you, a little Terrace for grilling, take the little baby to the park so they can run around in the grass. Or when he’s done making love to you, the after glow on your body as he wipes you down, it’s that classic house, 4 bedroom, one for a shared office, two for the kids who are causing havoc, one for you both to share. Sneaking long kisses before your kids are dragging you off to play in the quaint back hard. Letting them climb all over him while you watch not so far away giggling uo a storm, pointer on how to defeat the dragon he’s become for them.

Stupid in love, always in love, let the years go by yout yout hair turns grey with wrinkles and frown lines and the whole galore, and Keegan would find a new way to love you, to be in love with you. Want to explore that pretty kind of you’re all over again. Nuzzle his head in your curly hair full of products, bring you another plate of food, footsie at dinner with the grandkids—

“Keegan!” You call out to him, snapping in his face. “Are you listening or not? I’m feelin alone in the conversation.” You laugh off, falling back against the armchair of the couch.

His eyes soften, cheeks becoming red whilst he grabs a decorative pillow to hide his face. He peeks his eyes at you, drawn to that beautiful face of yours. Smirking with your eyebrow raised.

“Just… your my everything Dollface, think you’ve got my heart pounding just from looking at me for so long.”

You laugh, playfully nudging him, “You’re joking.”

The pillow squeeze in his hand, can’t help the corners of his lips curving upward, “There it goes again.”

and finally, after THREE YEARS of being in love with Keegan Russ, creating different AU's for him, and falling in love over and over again with his character, I got the bright idea to actually make a mood board

i had way too much fun making this silly ahh moodboard — it's been too long since I've written for him regularly so hopefully u guys send in requests!!!!

— of course I included pictures of Keegans VA/Actor bc... DUH, thats literally who keegan IS but my imagination has also definitely taken creative liberty and I also picture him like the middle few pictures (Model: Dani Garcia) (discovered him through pinterest)

— I had to add in the Marine Dress Blues! because keegan was in the Marine Corps before the Ghosts

cw: none? but i didn’t proofread so be warned lolz

viking!ghost who is believed to be killed in battle but really washes upon shore to some new coastline with people who speak a language he’s never heard before (he chalks it up to swimming in and out of consciousness)

viking!ghost who awakes violently, realizing he’s nowhere near home, thrashing and cursing anyone who tries (and fails) to console him and usher him back to bed

viking!ghost who finally shuts up when you, tiny thing beneath him, pick up a stick and promptly begin beating him with it, shouting what he can only imagine to be curses with weight behind them only a women could muster

viking!ghost who’s so taken away by your raw beauty, and quite annoyed (and impressed) that your swings are actually stinging his skin, lets himself fall back into bed, only grabbing the stick after he lets you get a few more swings in. you can’t blame him he’s quite enthralled by your passion

viking!ghost who begrudgingly resigns himself to trying his best to acclimate while he gets over nasty pneumonia and frostbite. he hasn’t quite shaken being seen without his covering, but it’s a strange type of freedom, that these people knew not of his past. it was dangerous for bimn to feel like a new man in this new place, with fiery little you sporadically making appearances

viking!ghost won’t admit to himself that he purposefully acts difficult with others in hopes you’d be tasked with his care more often. it works.

viking!ghost who’s picked up some of your language. “your.. name?” he tries in your tongue one night. you pause, he’s deeply satisfied when he sees recognition flicker across your face. you scowl and raise your eyebrow at him. “y/n”. he tells you his name. his real name. and when you stare at him and you frown a little less, he thinks he’s never seen someone more beautiful. he vaguely notes that you must be the kind of women that inspire heroes.

viking!ghost who after that interaction has a sudden urge to be useful. to prove himself to you. the language was just the start. he stops being a pain, taking whatever is offered and resting when told. he slowly gets better, starts helping around your community. he sees you watch him as he picks fruit with the older adults and children. in the coming weeks he’s stronger, chopping wood and hunting with your best.

viking!ghost who tells himself he’s just repaying a debt. your people used valuable resources on saving him, it was only the honorable thing to do. never mind the beautiful woman who nursed him to health and won’t give him the time of day. it has nothing to do with that.

viking!ghost who finally catches you at a celebration to usher in spring, the entire village buzzing with excitement at warming weather. the women you are with, aunts he’s come to learn, shove you towards him, giggling while they scamper off.

viking!ghost who can’t help but smile, scars stretching when you say his name curtly. “y/n. spring,” he dumbly points around, trying his best with what words he’s been able to learn. you smile. it outshines the sun. “spring.” you nod.

viking!ghost who trails you around the rest of the night. you let him. he sees a new side of you, carefree, engaging in traditions, joyous. towards the end of the night he’s drank something that’s made him feel light in a way he never has, and he tries his luck one more time.

viking!ghost who’s surprised when you beat him to the punch. well, kind of. you sit next to him suddenly, head titled. “you. why… stay?” he’s shocked hearing his language for the first time in months. he wonders where you’ve learned it from he sits for a moment. he’s not sure how to answer. when he fails to respond, you hum and offer him a piece of fruit. you don’t ask again, you just sit with him in silence. he relishes in it.

viking!ghost who keeps putting off figuring out a way back home. it’s summer now, he can carry simple conversation, he’s found a routine. you’ve warmed to him greatly, how could you not when he works so hard and gets you fruit from high up in the trees? you don’t want to talk about how you feel when he’s kind to the children who swarm him as if he’s an oddity.

viking!ghost who knows he faces a choice sooner than later. he had loyalties back home, no matter how it heart sunk at the thought of leaving you. he won’t allow himself to confront the startling truth of how much this place feels of a home he’s never truly known. how you feel like home.

-> pairing :: task force 141 + gender neutral reader

-> contents :: reader isn’t normal, at least from what the 141 can see. | tw/ reader death (theyre fine dw)

-> word count :: 2.7k

-> an :: feel free to take a guess at what reader actually is 🤫🤫 reader doesn’t behave like a normal person ,, this is part one of a little series ima do :)

There was something off about you, something Ghost couldn’t figure out. He’s read through your files many times, eyes scanning over everything it had to offer. There wasn’t a line of any black, nothing in your file to hide about you. And yet, why does he not trust you?

It wasn’t as if you were strange, you acted completely normal for someone who was new to special forces, let alone being teamed with the 141 Task Force. Was it the abruptness of your arrival? Laswell had called only a week ago to inform Captain Price of your new presence amongst the team. Regarded you highly for your skills and behavior.

Ghost doesn't know his size so you're back and forth from the fitting room a million times while he tries to figure out what isn't working this time. the sleeves are too short on one and the neck is too small on another, he's too tall for all the pants and too wide for the tshirts, where the fuck does this man buy clothes???

Gaz is picky, has a very specific style in his mind and doesnt like anything, so you're stuck wandering the store for hours while he complains about the selection and inevitably doesn't buy anything.

Soap always gravitates towards the most expensive part of the store and then balks at the prices, spends the whole time complaining about how much things cost and refuses to listen when you try to pull him towards more reasonably priced sections.

and Price? Price won't even go to the store with you, he gives you a budget and his sizes and expects you to bring back everything perfect. he sighs when he tries something on that he doesnt like or doesnt fit but it isn't your fault he gets everything tailored and has been wearing the same sweaters since the 80s.

Anyways

Ghost, who finds you curled up in the closet when he gets back to the apartment. It’s his first leave in weeks, and he was excited to see you! Seeing your car in the parking deck, your keys in the bowl-

But you’re not anywhere in the apartment. He can’t hear you blasting music in the kitchen or bathroom, can’t hear the tv playing or you tapping away at your desktop. Some of your clothes- jacket, shoes, socks- are scattered on the floor, in a messy trail towards the linen closet. Simon twitches when he opens the door to see you tucked away between towels and winter blankets, like an animal in hibernation rather than a grown human being.

You barely even look up at him, not a word uttered from your lips. No blood at least, so his initial worry of someone attacking you was sated.

“Hide n’ seek, eh? Hard to do that when you leave a bread trail.” He jokes, watching the way you look right through him. Face puffy with dried tears, eyes swollen like you’d been crying for a while.

You look… small. Pitiful. Something tugs at his heart strings, maybe more than it should for his weird little roommate. But Simon doesn’t have the willpower to question it, instead tugging you out from the closet and settling you on the couch instead. The man stares down at you, trying to remember what you do to him when he’s still Ghost and not enough Simon.

Three blankets are wrapped around you, strategically till you’re cocooned in the soft fabric. Simon scrounges through the fridge, finds some leftovers that he heats up and hand feeds to you. Lifts water to your lips, even wipes your face off with a wet towel like you’ve done for him a dozen times before. He’s very pleased when you actually reach out for the first time all evening, using the same towel to wipe away the grit and eye black still smudged on his face.

You end up curling into his lap rather fast once your brain clicks on just enough, curled into his chest like a sad pup. Three blankets swaddle you again, Simon’s hands can’t stop brushing over your frame checking for physical damage. He wants to know what happened- what could’ve caused his roommate to become so overwhelmed they curled into the first dark space they could find.

It couldn’t be serious- you did the same for less, he remembers. You were sensitive- the most human person he’d known in a while, your emotions on your sleeve. He admired it, how you caved and pulled towards every whim- you could actually understand what you were feeling, how to help yourself and how to express it.

So much had happened to him that Simon was nothing but hollow stone most days, empty and echoing brief noise. Simon wasn’t really sure he’d be able to even cry the way you do.

He tucks your face tighter into his pec. Precious thing, you are.

Real. Full of life.

___________________________________ Price didn't ask it like a concern. Didn't ask it like he was checking a box on some mental list of things to worry about. He asked it the same way he would ask how was your day? or you eat yet? Price already knew how Y/n's day went. He knew the little things they wouldn't mention, the way they got quieter when something bothered them, the way they answered too quickly when they wanted someone to stop asking.

Fine.

That was always the answer.

So instead, he leaned back slightly and asked the question he actually wanted the answer to. "Do you still talk to yourself?"

"No." Y/n said. "We had an argument."

The smallest shift in his posture. The way his attention sharpened. The way his eyes moved toward them like he was trying to understand exactly what they had just said.

TW: hint of cnc at the end 😋 anal, daddy kink but reader is daddy this time because it’s our turn to fuck a 35 year old man through his prime

Simon had an itch.

A shameful itch, one that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

It all started because you said something during a mission- laughed into the mic at one of soap’s crude jokes and talked about strapping men down.

You.

He openly laughed, claimed you couldn’t be capable of something like that. You made this low hum in his ears, the crackle of the mic itching his brain.

“Yeah? Any time you want, I’ll prove you wrong.”

And Simon had brushed it off, gone back to focusing on killing whatever unlucky bastard met the end of his gun.

The offer stuck in the back of his mind, lodged between the folds of his brain and making him wonder. You couldn’t possibly- could you? You were so-.. wimpy. Agreeable, anxious- you flew under his radar for a while until you transitioned and moved to 141 for field mechanic work. You weren’t built like the rest of them, your muscles softer- your hands trembled at the sight of gore still.

Surely not?

After a week, he finally took the bait. Came to your door in the middle of the night, arms crossed and cock hard in his boxers as you look up at him with wide eyes. He laughed, started to push you into your room-

In hindsight, it had been a stupid idea.

Because of course you pinned him to the bed, already feeling up his thick muscle and fat. Ripping off his pants without much care, barely even noticing his massive leaking cock in your face as you got a good look at his ass.

“Fuck, Simon- always wanted to see this ass out of work pants- fuckin’ incredible,” you breathed, taking in the dark hair between his legs- wet with pre. Simon struggled to stand, hissing and reaching back to swat at you. His plans were quickly ruined when you snatched his wrists and cuffed them behind his back- you had cuffs-??

“Ah ah- let your daddy play, hm? You’re so worked up, you clearly need it,” you coo, and Simon’s hit with a wave of something he cannot willingly admit as you call yourself his daddy. It’s absurd, he’s older than you by at least five years-! But his cock throbs against the sheets, an embarrassed grunt leaving his lips.

Your fingers are already lubed up when you start stretching his whole, the strange stretching sensations totally new- totally strange.. really fucking good. It didn’t make sense- you were slowly rocking open his poor hole, sighing and humming at each jerk of his hips against your fingers.

“So silly, my little boy, hm? That feels so good, huh?” Your voice is sweet as pie, it’s a stark difference to the way you’re aggressively fighting to keep him pinned, to the way your fingers scissor open his hole. Simon’s voice was absolutely cracked, pitchy and whining as he drooled against the pillow- humiliating. It was fucking humiliating, how hard his cock was right now- how sweet and tender you sounded!

A soft pat against his face brings the man back to reality, trembling when he looks up-

And sees the biggest fucking strap dangling right over his face. The lieutenant feels like it might rival his, thick and long with some kind of- knot, towards the base?

You look down at him with a discerningly sweet grin, tapping it against his chapped lips.

“C’mon- you wanna suck daddy’s cock?” Your voice is low, banging against the inner walls of Simon’s psyche as he swallows the dildo down his throat- let’s you fuck his mouth while you moan and whine about how pretty he looks with the knot bumping against his nose. Simon can’t believe this thing is actually fitting in his mouth and down his throat at all- blames you, more than anything.

Before he can attempt to swallow the knot- you pull out, making the man gasp and cough for air while you slap your strap against his cheek, slathering it over his drool covered face like you’re trying to mark him- drown him.

“Such a good boy! Who knew the big bad Ghost didn’t have a gag reflex, huh? Oh wait- I did. You eat like a fucking animal, you know that sir?” You tease, circling the man again as he squirms against the sheets.

Grabbing onto his hips- spreading his ass to crudely spit on his poor wet hole. The tip taps against it, every soft slap of your cock making his body twitch in anticipation.

“C’mon, baby- show daddy how good you are at sucking me in both ways,” you croon, and the lieutenant has half a mind to break you in half on this bed- but he can’t.

Simon wants to say something, wants to snarl- but scratchy moans are all that seem to leave his lips. The noises seem to spill out as you slowly sink your strap inside, pushing him to the limit in every way possible- stretched so far the man feels like he’s being impaled.

“Fuck-“ is all Simon can muster, a desperate plea for mercy as he realizes just what he’s been doing to people all these years. You seem to hear his thoughts, finally taking notice of his cock and leaning aaalllllll the way over-

Sliding yourself to the hilt as you brush your fingers against his weeping length. “I knew it, my perfect little whore. So mean, just to hide the fact that you’re a cock hungry slut, mm?” Your voice is sickeningly sweet, mocking the man openly at this point.

It feels like he’s been shot, loud gasp for air escaping his lungs like you’ve reached all the way up in there. His orgasm hits him so fast that he jolts back against you, knot nudging his stretched rim deliciously as pearly cum hits the sheets.

You laugh- of course you laugh, he’s a fucking loser- pathetic, idiotic- Simon grits his teeth and starts wriggling to escape.

Of course you don’t let him, pinning him back down to the bed as your hips slowly start to move.

“Fuck! I came- I came! What’re you-“ ghost snarls, breath knocked out by a particularly rough thrust. You look demented at this point, drool slipping from your lip as you grin down at your creation. A pathetic man, brought to ruin by your cock- you can feel the base of the strap rubbing perfectly against your t dick. You can’t let him go now!

So, when he’s between your parted thighs, you’re shocked when he speaks to you so softly. Quietly begging in your ear, cock pressed to the hilt, for you to be good for him.

And everytime you let out a whine, fingers tightening at his shoulders because he’s massive and you feel like you’re splitting in two with every thrust; he shushes you. ‘You can take it. Yes—yes you can.’