Warmth

KonigxFemale Reader

NSFW, cuddling, cock warming

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Sleepless nights weren’t foreign to you. They were actually more common than the well-rested ones. Tossing. Turning. Checking the clock for the billionth time. It was a routine. One you despised on those lonely nights in an empty bed. But it wasn’t always bad. There were those too far and in between nights where you weren’t alone. When you had the warmth and comfort from your 6’10” battering ram, war criminal boyfriend laying in bed next to you. Of course, there was still the sleeplessness for you and him both, but it wasn’t nearly as irritating or frustrating when you had Konig next to you to keep you company.

“Maus,” Konig sighed with a yawn, “stay still.”

“It won’t make a difference.” You rolled over to face him, waiting for him to look at you.

Konig peeked at you, barely lifting one of his eyelids while he kept the other closed, “try it and find out.”

You scooted closer to him, “I’ve tried it before. It doesn’t work. I just lay there in silence, waiting to move again. It’s like sitting at a red light that’s taking too long to change and all I want to do is slam on the gas and go but there’s an old lady crossing the street at the same time so I can’t because that would be murder.”

“You have such a way with words, Liebling.” He smirked. Seeing that always made you melt a little.

Exposed

After a knock down, drag out mission, you and the rest of 141, along with Konig, were ready for some rest. Of course, that wasn't possible while all of you were bleeding out and suffering from various injuries. You were intent on tending to theirs, but didn't account for the fact that you were one person and they were 4 very big men with little regard for themselves.

Tags: Wound care, cutting clothing off, descriptions of blood, alcohol is involved, and comfort.

Characters: Female Reader, Captain John Price, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish, and Konig.

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War torn and exhausted, Task Force 141 returned to base to rest before gearing up for the next mission. Out of all of you, your wounds were the least demanding in need for attention, but that didn’t stop them from obsessing over them like you were seconds from death. You knew you were bleeding a little, but you were barely grazed by a bullet. It was nothing in comparison to their injuries.

“Sit down.” Price said, “Soap, get the med kit.”

“Guys, really, I’m okay. It doesn’t even hurt.” You tossed your gear down and kicked your boots off, “if anyone needs the med kit, it’s Konig. His finger is hanging on by a thread. Literally.”

Konig sat down with a heavy thud on the sofa, “nein, it’s fine.”

“Sit.” Ghost pulled a chair out for you.

“You’re almost as bad as Konig. Can you even see out of that eye anymore?”

“I have another.” He said as if it wasn’t a big deal to have someone bash him in the face, crack his mask, and leave a gash across his eye which was still bleeding.

“Got the kit.” Soap returned and placed the first aid kit on the table, “let’s have a look at you.”

“Seriously? You’re dripping blood everywhere like you’re leaving breadcrumbs for the enemy and you’re worried about me?” You felt like you were crazy for thinking they needed to be helped first. It was like they had no perception of their own injuries.

Price grabbed your arm and led you over to the chair, “sit. That’s an order.”

You sat down with a sigh, “fine, but if one of you dies while I’m putting a Band-Aid over this papercut, then I’m bringing you back to life and killing you myself.”

Soap sat down across from you and opened the kit while you rolled your sleeve up past your elbow.

“No, take it off.” Ghost said.

“Take what- my shirt?”

“Off.” Price ordered in a stern tone that left no room for an argument.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the hem of your shirt. The second you tried to lift it over your head, you winced, which was apparently the wrong thing to do because they all tensed at the sight of you being in pain.

“Need a hand?” Soap offered.

“Nope. I got it. Just give me a second.” You took a deep breath in, trying to prepare yourself, but before you could try again, Ghost and Price were on either side of you helping you lift it over your head and tossing it to the floor.

“Steamin’ Jesus.” Soap said.

Options

Graves makes a return appearance to finish your conversation from the last mission.

Phillip GravesXF! Reader

Continuation to Away and Return

Warnings: Blackmail, threats of violence/death

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The time finally came for you to have that moment of peace and relaxation you needed. You turned the water on to the bathtub and grabbed a towel from the shelf while it filled up. As the water flowed you became lost in thought. Not only had you lied to Ghost, but you also lied to Price. The weight of it all was more than you thought it would be. It’s not like you were lying to keep something from them, it was to protect them, but it still felt so wrong.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone- You’re back!” Soap exclaimed the second he realized it was you as he stood in the doorway.

He was quick to make it to you and you couldn’t help but smile when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. He was always the more affectionate of the 141. You hugged him back until he squeezed a little too hard, making you wince as he pressed on the bruises.

“Fuck. Sorry.” He let you go instantly, “I heard what happened. You alright?” He asked.

You lifted the hem of your shirt to show him the bruises, knowing he’d ask just like Price did, “it’s not that bad.”

“Steamin’ Jesus, Pins. What the fuck happened out there?” Soap stepped around you to see the rest of the bruise around your back.

“I was ambushed.” You shrugged as you let your shirt fall back down.

“That don’t sound like you. You’re always so goddamn careful.” He said as he moved back in front of you.

“Well, I wasn’t this time and I paid for it. I’m sure Price and Ghost are planning my new training regimen as we speak so I can avoid it happening again.” You gave him a soft smile, but it quickly faded when you realized you’d added another name to the list of people you lied to.

“They don’t blame you. You know that, right? They just want to make sure you’re safe.” Soap said, trying to reassure you, but that wasn’t what was bothering you.

Away

Continuation to Return

Simon Ghost Riley X F! Reader

NSFW, rough sex, explicit sexual content, depictions of violence

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“On me.” Ghost trailed ahead of you with his weapon drawn.

You followed him from the drop point and hoped the mission would be quick and easy. You were ready to go back to base and finally relax. It had been 4 long weeks since you’d been able to actually sleep in a bed.

As the two of you made it to the first building you sighed in relief when it wasn’t completely dilapidated. The last mission you went on, the entire thing almost fell in on you. Ghost took the lead and checked the first few rooms while you checked the ones at the other end of the hallway.

“Bravo 0-7, how copy?” Graves asked over comms.

You finished the last room and turned around to find Ghost right there, checking on you.

“Clear. Going to the second floor.” He answered.

Return

Captain PriceXFemale Reader

NSFW (but that should be expected from me), Implied sharing with Ghost, daddy dom.

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Being the new recruit meant you were chosen more often than not, to do the majority of non-combat intensive missions. It wasn’t that you weren’t capable of doing them, but they usually came one right after the other, back-to-back for weeks, and you were exhausted by the time you returned to base.

Your body ached and your feet barely shuffled across the floor as you dropped your gear in the hallway, ready to climb into a warm bath and then pass out in your bed. Before you could make it to either one though, you had to make a quick stop.

“Sir,” You tapped on Price’s door.

“Enter.”

You opened the door and stuck your head inside, “I wanted to let you know I’m back. And-“

“Come in. Close the door.” He ordered as he finished up with something at his desk before he looked up at you.

“I was just going to take a bath-“

“It was an order, Pins.” He said sternly.

You closed the door behind you before you turned around again. All you wanted was to rest and forget you existed for a while, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Come here.” He motioned with two fingers as he sat back in his chair.

You slowly made your way towards him and stepped around the desk, “did I do something wrong?”

“Ghost told me about the mission.”

Anxiety unfurled in your stomach instantly, “I didn’t mean to, sir. I really thought the building was clear.”

“Let me see.”

“See what?”

“You know what. Show it to me.” He said simply.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up a little, showing him the bruising that ran from your hip around to your back.

“Bloody Hell.” He sat forward.

“It looks worse than it is. I should’ve cleared every room before I started going through the laptop.” You explained, “I promise I’ll do better, Captain.”

His fingertips lightly grazed your hip, “that’s not what I’m worried about, Pins. You could’ve been killed.”

“I’m sorry, Captain.”

“Enough with that ‘Captain’ bollocks.” He leaned close and placed a soft kiss on your hip, “it’s just us, sweetheart.”

Tucked In

GhostxF!ReaderxSoap

Pure exhaustion settled into your bones. It wasn't a new feeling, but it was heavy and overwhelming. On days like those there was only one thing that would help you feel even a little better and you were headed there without even thinking about it.

Ghost trudged ahead of you while Soap trailed behind. The last mission had taken it out of all of you, even Price was ready to sleep for a year. You loved the work you did and everything that went into it, but you needed a break sometimes.

Ghost opened the door to your room and headed inside without saying a word. In fact, you hadn't spoken since getting in the jeep to head back to base. He kicked his shoes off and shrugged off the tactical gear he wore while you did the same. Soap closed the door behind him and joined the two of you in removing everything that only seemed to add to the overall fatigue.

Ghost climbed into the bed once he was stripped down to almost nothing. You crawled up next to him shortly after, and Soap laid down next to you. You turned over to face Ghost and curled up against his chest while Soap clung to you from behind, finally finding some comfort tucked in between them.

A silence settled there while you relaxed into one another. It was the only time you ever felt completely at ease or at peace. There was no gunfire, no bombs, no enemies, or tasks to be completed. It was just the three of you together.

After a few minutes of resting together you finally spoke.

"I need a shower." You said with a yawn.

"Not yet." Soap said as he sleepily nuzzled against your neck, "just a bit longer."

"Stay put." Ghost said sternly.

"You need a shower too." You said, sniffing him.

Ghost sighed, "You really want me to get up?"

"No." Soap said, "no one leaves the bed."

You glanced back over your shoulder at him, "so we stay here in our filth?"

"We've slept in worse." Ghost reminded you.

Soap squeezed you a little tighter, "why do you want to leave us when we just got comfortable?"

"I don't want to, but we've been wearing the same clothes for a week now." You said.

"So?" Ghost said.

"I don't think my panties will peel off of me at this point. I'll need a blowtorch to get them off." You explained as Ghost rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Soap." Ghost said.

"On it, Lt." Soap slipped his fingers into the sides of your panties without hesitation.

It's no secret that Ghost has nightmares almost every single night. He wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, and disoriented. The only thing that can bring him back from the brink of panic is your touch.

Before you, he suffered his sleepless nights alone. The first time you slept next to him, his hand reached for yours instinctively. It was subtle and tender, sweeter than you would've expected from a scary guy in a skull mask.

Every night after that, it was routine. It became vital to have you there to soothe his tired body and reeling mind from the terrors that tormented him.