blossombeeflower

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[DC] Wake up!!!

He got too silly and fell asleep

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And they were Roommates (part 13)

A/N: YOU GUYS ARE UNHINGED this tag list is endless!!!! also i recieved my first tips and full on cried for like 3 hours!!! you guys are absolutely amazing!! here's more spicy shit

Warnings: 18+ MINORS GO AWAY? SPICEY SHIT ADULT CONTENT SEX (f!reader) talk of abuse, death

You woke up wrapped in sheets and you  recognized them perfectly. You were sore. You looked around the room. The perfect room. Your room. You sighed. It promised something you were slightly scared of. You wanted to close your eyes but the sound that had woken you up brought you back to reality. 

Simon yelling. 

You threw away the covers, standing up. Perhaps trying to stand up was a better definition of your action. Your shaky legs made you sit back on the bed, taking a few seconds before finally standing. Once up you stretched a bit. You looked into your mirror noticing the little bruises and bites on your body, flashbacks of the night clouding your mind. 

You shook your head a bit, the yelling from downstairs making your anxiousness spike. You grabbed a baggy shirt and some panties. You noticed you had been cleaned, the idea making you blush. But you blushed even more, noticing that even cleaned up, you were still wet, probably a mix of you and him. You got dressed before going straight for the door. 

When you opened it the sound grew louder. You glanced back at your clock, 7 am before darting down the hallway towards the stairs. You walked down slowly, your legs warning you not to tempt anything too crazy. The voice got clearer each step. 

"SERGENT YOU HAD ONE MISSION AND YOU DELIBERATELY FAILED IT." 

Fuck. He was angry. And the boys were catching the fire you started. 

"Lieutenant-" 

"I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU PERSONALLY KONIG." 

No! You hurried the last few stairs, jumping a bit through the hallway, finally stepping into the living room. 

Everyone was silent as they turned to you. The boys stood on guard in front of Ghost who had his mask on and was wearing his usual training gear. You guessed he had gone off to run or train and came back still furious. You crossed your arms over your chest looking at him angrily too. 

"Shit.. now they're both angry…" soap mumbled, with what he thought was a voice low enough not to be heard. 

He was greeted with a death glare from Ghost. You had to do something before he kept tearing into them. 

"Boys." They looked at you as if on command. "Please leave us." 

The boys hurried out Ghost looking even more furious but this time at you. Konig slowed down as he passed by you and you threw him a sorry look. To your surprise his eyes wrinkled with a smile.

Once the boys were finally out, the front door closed and you looked at him. 

"You are commanding my men now?" He questioned walking his way to the kitchen. 

"Good morning. I slept well. I'm feeling good, albeit a bit sore but I'm sure you understand why-" 

"Stop." 

His tone was cold. You sighed. 

"Simon…" 

He kept his back turned to you. 

"Simon. If you don't look at me. If we are not having this conversation. I'm leaving you to eat your brain out." You warned. 

He turned slowly, head towards the ceiling before chuckling. The sound brought back even more memories that made you shiver. 

"That's a low threat bunny." His voice was raspy, laced with something you were familiar with yet estranged from. 

You slowly walked towards him as he did as well, step met step. 

"It's not their fault. I went to find you." 

"They're trained soldiers. Konig tricked me into letting you in." 

"He made you open the door. You. Let me in." You smirked.

"Don't make me take that confidence off of your pretty face." 

"Is that a promise… lieutenant ?" You questioned, hands behind your back, feigning innocence.

"You shouldn't have been there. It shouldn't have happened." 

That. Hurt a bit. It must have seen it in your face because he closed the space in very few steps. 

"This. Was not the first time you deserved. Me fucking you senseless like a fucking animal." 

You blushed. 

"Repeatedly fucking into you in my bed…" he got closer, the anger and desire mixing together. "In front of my mirror." His arms wrapped around your waist pulling flushed against him. "Against my door for my men to hear you scream that you were going to cum for me." 

"S-simon.." 

"No." 

You closed your eyes. He had not fully come out of his high. You guessed his anger didn't help.

"Ghost. Nothing that happened yesterday was your fault. I came.." 

He groaned at that, making you giggle. 

"No pun intended but fact shared. Willingly. We had a safeword. I knew what we were getting into. And I'm fine. Please." 

He took a few deep breaths before you finally felt his thumbs drawing circles on your lower back. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked. 

You giggles, getting on your tiptoes to drop a kiss on his clothed lips. 

"I'm fine! It was intense… but amazing." 

You bit your lip, one of his hands lifting up his mask to kiss you deeply. You moaned against his lips, warmth spreading through you. 

"S-simon…" 

You tried in between kisses. He groaned in response. 

"Are you… still?" 

He hummed in agreement. You felt his cock twitch through his pants. You separated, eyes drowning in his. 

"It's… still a bit there. But much less. I can… control it now." 

You smiled at him. 

"Good. I… have to go to the pharmacy…" 

You blushed looking away. 

"What? Are you? Did I hurt you? Fuck-" 

"No no! It's..no. Simon." 

He was fully alert, attention glued to your every word as your cheeks felt warm. 

"We… there was… no condoms…" 

He blinked once. Twice. Before he finally understood. 

"Shit… I remember… fuck. You tried to warn me and I.." 

He closed his eyes in frustration and you felt your inner brat awaken. 

"And you… fucked it right back into me…" his eyes flashed open as you slowly got closer to his lips "you even made sure… to cum again… deep insi-" 

He captured your lips again, tongue twisting with yours. He pulled you up, sitting you on the living room table. You grind into him, trapping him in between his legs. Your mind kept screaming to go to the fucking pharmacy, I mean… What was wrong with the both of you?

"Hey! Not in the living room!!!" Soap's voice echoed.

"And not on the table guys!" Gaz added. 

You separated, turning your head, watching the three boys, mostly two as Konig tried to hide, looking through the window. 

You were embarrassed by the situation but thankful things stopped there. 

"Get ready for training!" Ghost called to them as they scurried off. 

You smiled at him, pulling his mask down. 

"I'll go to the pharmacy… I need the morning pill and I'll grab… a box of condoms." You ended up sending a wink his way as you pushed past him to walk away. He grabbed your arm making you look at him. 

"Two." 

Your eyes widened as he chuckled walking past you.

You took a deep breath as he disappeared in the hallway, the sound of the front door closing a few seconds later. You decided to eat breakfast before getting ready to go out. At least you didn't need babysitters anymore.

You weren't exactly fond of waking up early. You had passed at the pharmacy, taken the pill immediately with some water and bought the boxes of condoms. It had been embarrassing to ask the pharmacist for… 'bigger' condoms. The look he gave you, or especially your chest made you frustrated before you realized he was looking at the dog tags around your neck. He visibly paled before asking you if you needed anything, that you could ask for his help at any time. 

It made you smile. Even his dog tags created fear in people. You had decided to go shopping afterwards, it was something that made you relax, plastic therapy. Your phone had rang around 11, Melissa calling you to invite you to lunch with her and Amy and you had happily agreed. 

You had met at a restaurant, the little girl jumping into your arms as soon as she saw you. 

"Hey honey!" 

She giggled as you planted a kiss on her cheek. You looked at Melissa as she smiled at you. You could feel something off. 

"Hey darling, are you ok?" 

She nodded, looking at Amy. You understood immediately that it wasn't something she wanted to talk about in front of the child. You nodded back, grabbing her hand and squeezing softly. 

"Whatever it is, get it out of your mind for now. I'm right here." You told her. 

She smiled looking at you like you had just relieved her of the world's weight. 

You walked inside sitting at one of the tables. Your phone buzzed, Simon texting you. 

You good?

Yes, I'm lunching with Melissa and Amy 😜

Lucky you, be careful, text me if you need anything.

Yes lieutenant

Good girl.

You smiled before getting your attention back to your friend. She smiled at you, a sad look on her face. You frowned.

"You're coming home with me after lunch. You'll spend the afternoon with us." 

She opened her mouth to protest but you cut her off. 

"No.. don't worry. Amy will love playing with the boys." 

You smiled at her as she relaxed a bit.

"Let's order! Lunch is on me!" 

After lunch Melissa asked you to keep Amy as she needed to pass by base before heading to your house. You had accepted, telling her you'd text Price as he was on base and would bring her home. She had firstly refused but eventually gave up under your insistence. You had called Price who had agreed without a  blink. 

You had let her go to her occupation as you walked to Simon's car. He had let you take it today as he went to work with the rest of the squad. You were lucky to have it as the car seat was still in the back. You sat the little girl in the car seat. She was oddly quiet. 

"Y/n?" She asked. 

"Yes darling ?" You said with a smile. 

"Who Ewic?" 

You froze. You looked at the little girl trying to figure out why she was speaking this name. 

"Hum… honey. Where did you hear that name?" 

The little child fidgeted with her plushie. 

"Hey hey… it's alright. You're ok baby. I'm not mad at you. I'm just curious." You tried with the softest voice and tone possible, passing a thumb over her cheek..

"Mommy was tawlkin on the phone with somwone. She said Ewic was out. Is it a puppy?" 

Her eyes lit up with a light that made your heart ache. You knew exactly who it was. And you fully understood Melissa's anxiousness now. 

"Listen monkey. Eric is not a nice person. But. Now that you told me, I'm going to make sure he's not coming near you or mommy ever." You answered with a wink. 

"Promise?"

"I promise my Love." 

You buckled her up, your mind running wild. You had to call Laswell as soon as possible but obviously not with Amy around. The little mouse seemed to enjoy eavesdropping. 

"Ready to go see your boys?" 

"YES!" 

You smiled buckling up yourself before turning the key, the engine roaring. 

Parking in front of the garage you sighed. Amy had fallen asleep in the car and you didn't want to wake her up. You got out of the car walking around it to open her door. You freed her trying to remain as quiet as possible. When you picked her up you amazed yourself at how deep in her sleep she was. It made you smile. You walked to the front door, trying to open the door with your free hand. When it finally opened you were greeted by many loud voices. You closed your eyes mentally cursing them. 

You put her head to make sure one of her ears was blocked by your shoulder and the other by your hand as you held her head. You closed the door with your feet and walked to the living room to the men. As soon as they saw you, you shushed them, now pointing at the sleeping child. The room immediately went silent, Simon walking to you. 

"She fell asleep in the car…" you whispered with a smile. 

"Let's lay her down on the couch.. I'll keep the volume down." 

You nodded with another smile. You walked further into the room heading for the couch, the boys surrounding you when you reached it. You very slowly and softly put the child on the couch, taking off the shoes and her coat. You thought she might wake up for a second. You heard the men literally stop breathing and then release their breath when she went back to her dreams. You wanted to laugh. You bit your lip to avoid it. Gaz had brought a blanket and soap handed you her little plushie. 

You covered her and placed her little teddy next to her. Everyone was fixating on the child, whispering how adorable and cute she looked. You looked at Ghost who stood, arms crossed behind the couch, eyeing his men. You smiled walking around the couch to him. He glanced at you and you put your hand on his bicep. 

"Simon… relax. She's a sound sleeper, they won't wake her up." 

He looked around before nodding. He visibly relaxed as you headed for the kitchen. You dropped your coat on the chair softly. You put the kettle on, dying for some warm tea. Simon followed you, leaning against the counter behind you. 

"Any news on the cartel?" You asked in a low voice. 

"We have some Intel, yes. Thanks to your help we might have a few clues but we need more info." He explained. 

You nodded. 

"How are you feeling?" You asked. 

"Better. It's out of my system." He paused for a second. "Thank you for helping…" 

You smirked, stepping closer to him only inches from his face.

"Thank you for my mind wrecking orgasms…" you whispered. 

You actually saw his pupils widen. You bit you lip. 

"Any fucking time. I'd kill to hear you moan my rank or my name again…" he wrapped his arms around you. 

"You don't have to kill, just ask silly" you chuckled, trying to keep your voice low. 

You kissed him through the mask as his eyes softened. 

"So precious… fuck I'm so lucky." 

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. 

"I'm the lucky one…" you mumbled. 

"Let's agree to disagree on that…" 

You wanted to talk back on that but the front door opened and Melissa and Price's voices were heard. You winked at Simon as you separated from him. Melissa walked in with Price.

"Well it's aw-" 

"SHUUUU" 

You wanted to laugh at the men's reaction. Price looked very confused so you pointed at the couch. Melissa and Price walked to it and their smiles grew. 

"Oh… sorry." He whispered. 

"You know, she's quite a sound sleeper. I vacuum during her nap, you guys can talk normally." Melissa said with a laugh in a perfectly normal voice. Everyone smiled but kept the volume to a minimum. Even the TV remained pretty quiet compared to the usual. You had made tea for you and Ghost and coffee for Price and Melissa and sat at the table with them. Ghost and Price engaged in small talk about the mission, nothing new or too important. Melissa was fidgeting with her fingers, something that Amy had gotten from her mother. 

"Melissa. You ok?" You asked. 

She took a deep breath. She grabbed the folder she had with her. You frowned as you only noticed it now. She must have picked it up at the base. She opened it, grabbing a few pieces of paper held together by a staple. She handed it to you and you noticed her hand shaking a bit. The full action caught Price's and Ghost's attention. You took it in your hand and looked down, reading it. Your blood ran cold as you read the title. 

CHILD GUARDIAN CONSENT FORM

You looked at her, your eyes already burning with tears. She smiled at you as she started to tear up too. 

"No… no. Don't do this to me…" 

You felt your heart break. Yes. You were extremely honored that she would ask this of you. But you knew why she was asking it. She was preparing for the possibility that she might not be there for her daughter anymore. That she won't be there to see her grow up. You let the papers drop to the table as you hid your face in your hands now fully on crying. 

"Oh no.. no sweetheart… I am so sorry…" you heard. 

Her voice was laced with her own crying as she stood to hug you. You dropped your hands now leaning against her as she hugged you tightly. Ghost had grabbed the papers, a worried look on his face. His face melted into something you didn't fully understand.

"Hey. Hey. Please." 

You looked at her. Both crying. 

"I need you to sign these. I'm begging you. You're the only one I would ever trust with my child if I died." 

"Don't fucking say that, damn Melissa…" 

You wanted to cry even more. You know this. You knew this situation and this feeling too well. The flashbacks of you, alone in an empty apartment, haunted by memories and voices of lost ones, made your throat ache. 

"I know… I know you've lost so much… and I'm so sorry I have to ask you this. But… this is a reality we can't ignore." 

You looked away. The worried looks of Soap, gaz and Konig met yours. They stood frozen, alert. It hit you that you had just burst into tears in the middle of the living room. You looked at Price, who now had the papers in hand. He sent you a sad, understanding look. 

You wiped your tears turning back to the woman in front of you. Smiling at Melissa. 

"I'll sign it. You know I will. But please. You have to tell me what's going on with Eric." 

She visibly paled again but nodded. She sat down again, next to you this time. 

"Do you want us to be alone?" You asked. 

She looked at the men around. 

"It's… fine. At this point." She chuckled sourly.

The boys got nearer now surrounding the table. 

"Eric… has been given permission out of jail." 

You grabbed her hand in yours. 

"Who's Eric?" Soap asked in a serious tone. 

You looked at her, squeezing her hand to remind her you were there. 

"Eric was… my ex-husband and Amy's father." She started. "We separated because… he was…" 

"An asshole." You added. 

They all seemed to understand the underlined evidence. You saw Soap's jaw clench and the rest of the team tense up. 

"After.. quite a rough episode, he was sentenced to jail.. he was more than violent towards me.. he was violent towards everyone. He ended up killing someone in a bar fight." She explained. 

You already knew this story. It still made you absolutely furious. 

"Melissa. I won't let him come near you. You know that." You said seriously.

She smiled at you brightly. 

"I know I know. But it brought many scenarios to my mind and… i realized that even if he was still locked up, my job is already dangerous enough. I could never have him keep her if I d-... Hum… if something happened." 

You sighed. 

"Don't worry. We'll keep you both safe." Konig said. 

"Yeah, no worries." Gaz added with a smile. 

"And if it puts your mind at peace. If anything ever happened to you. Your little girl is safe with us." Price added. 

You nodded. She teared up again, this time you got up to hug her, holding her close to your chest. 

"Thank you… really…" 

You held her tight. 

It took a little moment for her to calm down. Once she did you sat down again, grabbing the papers. You took a deep breath and the pen Soap was handing you and you filled the form, dropping your signature at the bottom of the pages. 

Melissa looked at you with eyes full of appreciation. 

"You are having dinner with us. No questions." You finally said. 

"And we'll bring you home." Price added. 

She tried to say something but you hushed her. She smiled, finally nodding. 

"Let's lighten up the mood!" Soap said. 

"Yes! Come on, let's play cards." 

The evening went by calmly. Amy had woken up from her nap and was absolutely thrilled to be with her men. She had a particular affection for her grandpa today, much to Ghost's dismay. 

"Guys guys guys!" Soap called after dinner. 

"There's a bar club that opened at the base. We should check it out!" 

You smirked, looking at Melissa. 

"That sounds amazing no?" 

"Ah ah ah… I have a daughter… I can't." She argued. 

"I can keep the young princess. She'll stay with her grandpa." Price offered. 

Amy squealed in happiness, Price now fully embracing his new rank. 

"Come on. You need to relax too." You tried again. 

"Y/N… i don't even have anything to wear…" 

"Yes you do! Come on, I'll lend you something." You said hugging her. 

You let go as she laughed. You looked at Ghost. 

"Shall we?" 

He sighed, but nodded. 

You jumped, so happy to find a moment of peace in this very wild life of yours.

"Come on darling, let's go!" 

You grabbed her hand passing by Amy as you both hugged and kissed her cheek even though she was in deep explanation of why Mr Fred Lego is the best tiger tamer of the many Legos lying on the floor. Price glued to her every word. 

You walked up the stairs with Melissa getting into your room. 

"I'm sure we can find something for you to wear!" You said with a big smile. 

You took a long 30 minutes to enjoy going over the pieces of clothing and chatting. You could feel you were both trying to erase the odd feeling that remained. The pain and sadness that was laced with every laugh or little joke. 

You ended up choosing a one piece jumpsuit styled like a business woman. It hugged her mommy curves perfectly and it made you whistle at her just to make her blush. 

She had chosen a pair of black ripped jean shorts, a black tank top sweatshirt and some black combat boots. You had mentioned you looked like an angsty teenager while she looked like a professional queen. She had laughed at that. You had a pair of tights because it was fresh outside. Once both were ready you had skipped downstairs, happily looking at the boy's new clothing. 

Soap was dressed in dark blue and black with jeans, a t-shirt and a bomber. Gaz had gone full out with his clothes, black button up shirt and  classy pants. Konig was in black cargo pants, a black sweatshirt. He had a black beanie. He looked like a teenager too. Simon… 

Simon caught your breath. He was wearing black jeans and combat boots. Black sweatshirt with a leather jacket. He was wearing his usual skull mask and skeleton gloves. You skipped over to him, biting your lip. 

"Hey…" you winked at him. 

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" He teased. 

"Absolutely." You smirked. 

"Good." He winked back, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I got a little surprise for you." 

You tilted your head to the side, suddenly curious. 

"Let's go!" Soap chimed. 

You all waved at Price and Amy, who's eyes were looking heavier by the minute but kept stubbornly trying to focus on the book Price was reading. 

You headed towards the garage, Soap gaz Konig and Melissa getting into a car while Simon walked you a bit further. They left leaving you with Simon as you finally noticed 'his surprise'. 

"You.. have a bike?!" You jumped happily. 

He chuckled. 

"I do. I can see you like it." 

You nodded frantically. 

"Since when?? I never saw it before!" 

"It was in storage in another base. They shipped it here. It arrived this afternoon." He explained.

He grabbed a bag, handing it over to you. You dropped your hand inside pulling out the object. You gasped, a huge smile on your lips. 

"You bought me a helmet?! WITH FLUFFY BUNNY EARS?!" 

You looked at the black helmet, white fluffy plush ears falling on either side. They will probably fly in the wind. You jumped in his arms catching him off guard. 

"Thank you!!!" 

He wrapped his arms tightly around you. You dropped a kiss on his cheek, noticing how his eyes didn't leave your lips. You kissed him through the mask teasing him. 

"Lift it up." 

You shook your head no. 

"Bunny. Want to feel your lips." 

You melted, lifting up his mask. He immediately caught your lips, kissing you deeply. You sighed, feeling like the world vanished. His tongue asked for access that you were not in position to deny. The kiss deepened, making your head spin a little. 

"Shit…" he cursed. 

You wanted to laugh. The way it was so easy to work him up. 

"Simon…" you tried in between kisses. 

He groaned at your call. 

"We… have… to go." You giggled. 

He finally freed your lips but not your waist. 

"We could stay… I'll take good care of you…" 

The promise was thrilling. But you also wanted to spend time with Melissa. 

"How about… we make a deal." 

He frowned under the mask. 

"We go out… I rile you up. If you can manage to wait to be home to fuck me… you can do whatever you want to me…" 

He held you tighter, you could feel his cock twitch in his pants. 

"If you can't… I get to do whatever I want with you…" you smirked at him. 

"Oh bunny…" he chuckled, the dark vibe of it back. "That's a win win…" 

"Never said it wasn't… let's just see… if you can handle it." You winked. 

He shook his head, his eyes clearly showing a smirk under his mask. 

"Alright then. Helmet on. You hop on behind me bunny." 

He let go of you and you hurried to obey him. You put your helmet on, as he took place on the bike. You climbed up behind him as he turned on the bike. It roared loudly, the echo of the garage making it even more exciting. He brought your hands to his waist but you decided to tease him and bring them back to your knees. He shook his, rearing up the bike. You fell backwards, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist. You saw his head move in a 'thought so' movement that not only made you want to fuck him right on the spot but also curse him out. 

The garage door opened as he drove out slowly. Once on the road he made sure to squeeze your hands, warning you to hold on tight. He sped up, one of his hands reaching back to hold your tight. Fuck was it hot. Suddenly your little challenge felt complicated, even for you. 

Once you reached the bar, you were almost out of breath. The adrenaline had made your heart beat much faster than it should. 

You hopped off the bike, meeting up the rest of the group. Melissa was watching you with wide eyes and a mouth agape. You took off your helmet, smiling at her. 

"Shit! You're so lucky!!!" She smiled. 

"I know!!!" You yelled. 

"Are those bunny ears on your helmet?" Soap asked. 

You smiled jumping up and down looking back at Simon. He shook his head again but you knew he was probably smiling under the mask. You left it in Soap's car and headed inside the bar with everyone, Simon not leaving your side. 

The music and talking was loud. Two pool tables were placed at the back of the bar. Some people were dancing, others played darts. Tables with seats were available as well. You all walked to a table, a bit more secluded trapped in between seats. You all sat down as Gaz and Soap decided to go to the bar to get everyone's drinks. They ordered before coming back to sit down. 

Everyone indulged themselves in a nice chatter. Ghost was sitting next to you, arms around your shoulders on the seat. You had leaned against him. He had reached for your neck to take out his tags from underneath your clothes so they were visible. You had rolled your eyes before meeting Melissa's gaze as wiggled her eyebrows.

You were so happy to spend time with her. You got to chat and joke with her. It was exactly what you both needed to forget the sad conversation of the evening. She was now talking to Gaz and Konig, debating about some military thing that you weren't really familiar with. You smiled to yourself. She was happy, and that made you happy.

You decided to start playing around. Your hand traveled to Simon's thigh as he was talking with soap. He tensed under your touch but kept talking. You let your hand travel up and down, caressing it. The more you did the closer you got to his crotch. Soap had turned his attention to Gaz for a minute. Simon lowered his head to whisper in your ear. 

"You're playing with fire, little one…"

"Am I?" You asked with an innocent look. 

Your hand cupped his cock through his pants. He closed his eyesbrows furrowing. Your plan was working and you were proud of it. You wondered how he'll react once you'll be home together. He opened his eyes, staring right into you.

"Give me a reason not to fuck you in the bathroom right now…" 

You almost choked in your own spit. You bit your lip. 

"You'll lose our game…" 

He cocked his head to the side as you pumped him through his pants. 

"Shit… you're right. Can't wait to do everything I want with you bunny…" 

A shiver ran down your spine making you swallow hard. 

You decided to stop completely, his eyes confused. You got up from the table, excusing yourself to go get another drink. You made sure to sway your hips for him, because you just knew, he was staring at you. You reached the bar, ordering another cocktail. You were patiently waiting for your drink when a voice interrupted. 

"Hey there pretty girl." 

You rolled your eyes. You glanced at the man to your left. You made sure to make the dog tags visible.

"What's a sexy girl like you doing at the bar?" He asked with a wink. 

"I'm out with some friends and my boyfriend." You tried. You wanted to remain civil. But also wanted him to back off. 

"Ooohh… you got someone?" 

You nodded, turning back to the bar, now hoping the bartender would hurry. 

"I don't see him though… he left you all alone?" 

"No. I just wanted another drink." You were getting annoyed now. 

"Who's that boyfriend of yours?" 

You wanted to answer when another voice interrupted. 

"Me." 

The guy turned around as you bit your lip not to laugh. 

"Hi. I'm the fucking boyfriend." 

You quickly realized that the situation was much more tense than you had expected. He was mad. Angry. 

The guy asked, stumbling over his words, trying to apologize. You watched as Simon clenched his fists. You hoped over to him, putting your hands over his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you. 

"Simon… it's alright…" you whispered to him. 

The guy was still trying to stutter something. 

"Fuck off." He ordered. 

The poor boy ran right off, not waiting for another order. 

"Simon.. You ok?" 

He was furious. You could feel it. He still nodded. Soap and the group joined you two. You realized the whole bar was staring, though trying not to be obvious. You had to be honest. Seeing him angry, possessive like this turned you on more than you'd ever admit it out loud.

"Perhaps we should head home?" Soap said with an obvious amused smile. 

Simon turned to him. 

"Don't make me smack you in front of all these people." He warned. 

Soap lost his smile, but Gaz laughed out loud. 

"Let's go." You asked, looking at Simon. 

He nodded. Soap and Gaz decided to pay, and followed you out. 

The fresh air felt good against your warm skin. While you grabbed your helmet in the car, Simon was already on the bike. Melissa winked at you, as she got in the car. You put the helmet on, taking place behind him on the engine. 

"Hold tight." He warned. 

Shit… 

He sped out of the parking lot. You had to hold on really tight to remain there. He had grabbed your thigh again, making sure you felt safe. You knew what he needed. He needed to blow some steam off. You might be risking a lot, but you decided to tempt him. Your hands grabbed at his thighs, he tensed under your touch. He picked up speed. You squeezed his hardening cock through his pants. The hand on your thigh caressed up and down. 

He turned a sharp left, definitely not in the direction of the house. You finally stopped in an empty location in the middle of the base, hidden in between warehouses. 

"Hop off!" He ordered. 

You obeyed immediately, taking off your helmet. He killed the engine, grabbing you immediately. 

"That was dangerous bunny." 

Shit… you had managed to make him even more angry. 

"I'm… sorry… i just wanted to-" 

"No." 

What? He grabbed your helmet and placed it on the bike. He lifted his mask, capturing your lips. The heat rose very fast, your back hitting a metallic wall. He picked you up like you were nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Fuck… you drive me insane…" he cursed. 

Your heart skipped a beat. He decided that your neck needed more decoration, sucking and licking there, making sure to leave pretty little marks behind. You moaned, the pain mixing with pleasure. He grinded his hips against yours, his obvious erection rubbing against your clit through the clothes. 

"S-simon…" you whined. 

He put you down again, making sure you stood on your feet. He opened your shorts, dropping them down. 

"Simon! What… if someone sees us?" You worried. 

"I'll fucking kill them." 

You gasped. He ripped through the tights. Fuck this man was impatient. 

"I'll take you shopping." He said as if he heard your thoughts. 

He definitely will, you'll make sure of it. 

He dropped to his knees, your panties following your shorts. With his mask still lifted he kissed your folds. You moaned, anticipation coursing through you. 

"Such a pretty pussy… mine.." he growled. 

His tongue licked through your folds, the wave of pleasure making you grab onto his shoulders. 

"Ooohh.. fuck" you moaned. 

His tongue slowly loved your clit, the pleasure making your blood heat up. 

You were getting wetter and wetter but fuck, he kept eating you out like a starved man. Your legs shook. He sucked on your clit making you whine. He was building your orgasm like bob the fucking builder and he knew it. The eye contact was a nice 'i know you like what my tongue is doing to you'. 

"Simon… I.. I want to cum…" 

He groaned against your cunt, the vibration only helping the knot in your stomach tightening. He slipped his arms under your thighs making you legs rest on his shoulders. You yelped as your feet lifted up the ground. Your hips were firmly secured in his hands. It would forever amuse and amaze you how this man could lift you up like you weighed absolutely nothing. 

You could relax now, and your orgasm was peeking around. 

"S-simon.. I'm gon-na… fuuuuuck…" 

He had the talent to leave you a stuttering mess. His tongue flattened, pushing on your clit and circling. You let your head fall back, your orgasm crashing over you. You were loud, moaning his name. He let you ride your orgasm on his tongue. Once you were finally stable he put you on the ground again. He rose, chin dripping, making you blush. He wiped his mouth with his clothes, eyes never leaving yours. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, the shear sound of it making you clench around nothing. 

He freed himself, his thick cock already leaking. He reached for your hips listing you up so you could wrap your legs around him. You held on tights to his shoulders as he walked over to his bike, sitting you on it. His Tim's pressed against your entrance as he eyed you, asking for permission. You instantly nodded as you bit your lip. You felt him buck his hips slowly, the tip slipping in. 

"Fuuuck… so tight…" he moaned. 

And you remembered. 

"S-imooon…" you tried, the name getting lost in a moan. 

He kept inching more and more into your heat, getting lost in the feeling of your walls around him. 

"Simon!" 

He stopped. Awaiting for orders. 

"We.. don't have a condom!" You whined. 

What was it with you two? Were you that irresponsible? You watched his pupils widen. 

"Shit…" he cursed. 

His hips bucked, his cock burying itself even more. 

You threw your head back, a long moan escaping your lips. 

"We.. should stop." He said. 

You nodded. Your eyes begging for something entirely different. He inched himself deeper. 

"We.." deeper. "Really" deeper. "Should." Incredibly deeper. "Stop." He bottomed out. 

You felt so full, your wall pulsating around him already. He refused to move. He was panting, trying to hold himself back from fucking you senseless. 

Your body moved on his own grinding against him to feel some kind of friction. He grunted, his hips slowly meeting yours. 

"This.. is… a stupid, thing… to do." He warned. 

"Pull… out… then." 

His hips thrusted more and more, a pace quickly creating itself. It felt primal, like your minds were screaming for this to stop, that it was wrong… forbidden. Your reasons only building up the excitement. His hands met your hips, keeping you steady as he was now fully pounding you on his bike. You were moaning, his name and curses a prayer your lips were getting addicted to. 

His eyes were the most sinful thing you ever laid eyes on. The deep dark orbs worshiping you as he fucked you in a forbidden pace. 

You were damned. You must be. Because your mind and body were only kneeling for him. He had full power, full control over you. If this man worshiped you, you were merely his shadow. 

You chanted his name again and again, your high building again. His own pace became rough, the bike shaking. You could feel he was close too. 

"Ah…fuck! Si-" you choked on his name as he made sure to pound your G-spot. 

"You.. should… FUCK. Pull out…" you tried. 

You were dripping. His balls slammed against your ass while you tried to maintain a bit of moral compass in this. To your dismay, the knot breaking deep inside you washed over your moral and consciousness like a tidal wave. 

"Yes.. i… Should.." he growled, quickening his pace.

You were lost in your high when you were caught by surprise by another orgasm rolling through you. Your mind barely processing it. 

"Gonna cum baby…" he grunted, panting and moaning. 

He should pull out. Fuck he should. But your legs wrapped around him tight, your orgasm controlling you. He didn't seem like he wanted to fight it either. His cock twitched inside you, two deep thrusts making it spill deep inside you. Your clenching walls milking him. 

You remained like that as you tried to catch your respective breaths. 

"Fuck.." he cursed. 

"Fuck.. indeed…" you added. 

"What's fucking wrong with me.." he scolded himself. 

"You?... What's fucking wrong with us!" You scolded too. 

He pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down on his bike and the ground. You watched it too, the sight sending shivers down you spine. You saw his cock twitch again. 

"Simon!" You scolded. 

He cursed loudly before shoving his cock back in his boxers and pants. He helped slip your shorts on again. 

"We need condoms on us all the time." He said. 

"Perhaps we should stop fucking everywhere and anywhere?" You proposed, not believing it one second yourself. 

He chuckled. 

"Don't laugh Simon!" You tried, your lips betraying yourself. 

"Let's go home. Everyone's waiting." He said. 

"Yeah… I'll go to the doctor tomorrow to see if maybe I can take the pill… you seem to love… filling me up." You announced. 

"Fucking hell…" he cursed.

You could see in his eyes that your words were turning him on again. You placed the tip of your boot on his chest. 

"No! Simon!" 

He looked at your feet, eyes smirking. This man was fucking feral. He wrapped his wrist around your ankle lowering it. He grabbed your helmet from the ground, dusting it off and handing it to you. 

"Let's go home. I need to fuck you again." 

I hope I'm not bothering you with this ask but-

I have so many thoughts in my head rn so lemme word vomit about ghost rq

tying your boots laces

tightening your tactical straps

sparring with him

sharing a bed in a hotel somewhere during a mission

taking care of each other's wounds

ghost putting his arm behind the passenger head rest while reversing

standing in a overcrowded elevator and being pressed up against each other

watching him clean his guns or knives

spicy time in a hot tub

ok I'm done now 🚶🏽‍♀️💨

OMG IM WRITING THIS AFTER I POSTED THIS BUT YOU ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS FOR GHOST I NEVER PAY ATTENTION TO USERNAMES IM SORRY I LOVE YPUR WRITINF SO MUCB ❤️❤️

OMG MY FIRST EVER ASK ABOUT GHOST IM EXCITED

( no one could ever bother me i love talking about ghost ! if you wanna word vomit some more my inbox is always open !! )

• he would get down on his knees and have you put your foot on his thigh and after he’s done tying them he’ll kiss your knee and wish you luck <3

• he’s definitely gotten yelled at for being way too over protective after tightening your straps after 2 or 10 times but hey who’s counting

• even though he knows you can hold your own he still goes a little easy on you cause he likes to see how excited you get when you pin him down

• i imagine its somewhere cold and you guys have to cuddle for warmth which may or may not lead to something else *wink wink* *nudge nudge*

• i feel like he’s the type to clean your wounds quietly and kind of on auto pilot while his mind is thinking of how he could’ve prevented you from getting hurt

^^ with you cleaning his wounds he absolutely tells you that it’s “just a scratch my love, i’ll be okay” “a THREE INCH stab wound is not a scratch Simon!”

• we’ve all seen that gif and the first time he does it with you in the car he can’t figure why you’re so red and stuttering so much

• would very much like it if you stood behind him out of everyone’s reach so no one can hurt you. makes you hold onto his belt so he can’t lose you

• you didn’t realize how hot it would be to be stranded in practically an abandoned town while watching him clean the blood from his knives and residue form his guns. him man spreading while making a show of his muscles because he definitely feels your staring at him

• little vacation cause the team deserves it and you have no one to go home to so ghost invites you to stay at his place and you are pleasantly surprised to see he has a perfectly functioning hot tub “it’s good for loosening up muscles you should try it.” he just wants to see you in a swimsuit. but your swimsuit has conveniently been misplaced even though “i know i packed it Simon! what am i supposed to wear now?” “who said you have to wear anything?” you found that swimsuit hours later in your bag “what the hell! i tore through this bad it was not here.” cue ghost walking by you with a smirk on his face.

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i hope i did okay !! i’m sorry if you don’t like it this is my first writing ask and i enjoyed it very much !! ❤️

personal headcannon that ghost wears jewelry when he’s not on missions

he seems like such a silver jewelry guy

i’m picturing his dog tags with a cross necklace 😩 so hot

one ticket to Barbie please

i wanna suck his dick so bad

i can’t get over how HUGE this man is

no, jason did not have a fun patrol, and no he will not stop ranting about it, and yes he does want some comfort cookies, shut up!

inspired by a comedy bit! (timestamp 17:45)

Awkward Family photo #3

First and second.

rumor has it that the red hood is actually a giant book nerd

Its valentines day so choose your

weapons of sin

you filthy animals

daft punk doodles

ahahahahah

fear

Been thinking about tattooed Jason Todd again, and happened to get into a conversation about movies with a few mutuals. Boom! I was struck with the need to see Jason with an enormous Shin Godzilla tat. Be the change you want to see in the world, and all that.

I imagine Jason would like the movie, it holds valuable commentary about government bodies failing the civilian populace through inaction in the face of disaster, and the necessity of fresh ideas. He might even feel some manner of kinship with the big kaiju. An affront to nature, red and battle-scarred, and most of all, hard to kill/keep dead. Let's not forget about the Tragedy

The rest of the tattoos were less certain sketches that I trialled to even out the distribution a bit, and liked enough to ink into this final product!

The knuckle lettering is the first letters of each word in a sentence from a poem by Dylan Thomas, the words being "Do not go gently into that good night". I'm not totally happy with the execution, but it feels like a poem Jason would really like so I kept it.

@disniq @benbamboozled @exhausted-pigeon @bloodyentrails @1dragon-mustard1 @someoneimsure thank you all for feeding into today's self-indulgent brainworm!

fun

This is my submission for the Angoulême comics festival's Young Talents contest. Although it didn't make the cut, I am really fond of this piece! (bc am a robot lover.😏)

& happy new year to everyone!

The “that’s how I met your mother/father” vibe. (?)

some reagans 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

🍎

their friendship is too adorable

Going into the season I wondered how overt they’d be about Terry being trans (beyond the amazing trans coloured flowers he made, even in the end credit art as well!) but I loved how it was handled and how naturally it was woven in later in the season, giving us a chance to really get to know him before hand. Also that Viren fits into my favourite type of more villainous characters of “Yeah I’m the bad guy, but I’m not gonna be transphobic” 

Serving you short hair Tweek and long hair Craig on a silver platter. Bon appetit

a walk to remember