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[literatecowboy]

Gasolina y Adrenalina

2. Coatimundi

The 141 break into your house. Whoops! A Gaz x F!Reader fic Warnings: violence, guns, human traffickers, eventual smut, home invasion, fast as fuck cars, dead parents, angst, misunderstanding to lovers

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A knock on your door roused you from your sleep for the second day in a row. You stumbled, bleary-eyed to the door and pulled it open, startled to find the only one of your houseguests you hadn’t yet met standing there. 

“Do you have any more painkillers?” he asked gruffly, not bothering with introductions. Your chest tightened and you stiffened, but you did your best not to show the anxiety that shot through you. 

“I think my dad does. Er, did. Is everything okay?” you asked, stepping into the hallway and heading for the master bedroom. 

“Not for me, for Johnny.” Ghost said. He followed closely behind. You didn’t have time to hesitate as your hand found the handle to your dad’s old room. You hadn’t been in there since he had passed, aside from gathering clothes from the boys - you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to. Taking a deep breath, you swung the door open and pushed into the room. 

The smell of childhood made your eyes water, and you hesitated at the threshold. Your throat tightened as you fought back familiar tears and swallowed heavily. The big man behind you coughed, and you stumbled forward, turning your face away so he wouldn’t see you barely holding it together. 

The medicine cabinet in the ensuite bathroom didn’t yield much, but you hadn’t expected it to - you searched it more to have time to take deep breaths and pull yourself together, facing away from the hardened soldier who’d certainly suffered worse. As calm as you felt you could be, you made your way to dad’s closet. With Ghost’s help, you shifted the large gun safe out of the way before removing the false wood paneling in the back of the wall with trembling fingers. 

Years ago, just after you’d graduated from high school, your dad had shown you this spot, stacked with supplies in the event of an emergency. You pulled out large storage bins of medical supplies and began rifling through them. 

-

“What the hell, dad, are you a prepper or something?” you asked with a laugh, shaking one of the cans and listening to purified water slosh around inside. Your dad snorted. 

“It’s the old boy scout instincts in me. Practically had that motto beat into us, we did,” he said with a chuckle, plucking the can from your hands and toussling your hair. “Just wanted you to be aware of this, just in case.”

“Gonna give me survivalist homework? Make me watch zombie movies to be prepared?” you laughed, leaning back against the wall and watching as your dad put the can into place and slid the panel back into place. 

“All those movies are good for are showing you exactly what not to do,” dad said, sliding the gun safe back into place. 

“Says the guy who loves the Walking Dead.”

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“Found ‘em.” Ghost said. You sat back in the same place you’d sat all those years ago, thankful that you hadn’t been the one to find the medicine. Ghost started putting things back in their containers but you waived him off. 

“Go, take them to him,” you said, offering a weak smile. He got up, leaving you with a nod. You sat there on the floor for a little while, holding that stupid can of purified water.

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By the time you joined the home invaders for breakfast, it was midmorning. Price bid you good morning as you opened the fridge, unsurprised to see it nearly empty. 

“Sorry to eat you out of house and home, love,” he said, sliding a bowl of oatmeal over to you as you shut the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. 

“It’s no problem. I’ll go pick up more groceries after breakfast,” you said, picking at your food absentmindedly. Your sniffle broke the silence. Price’s gaze practically bore into your back, and after a moment, he spoke up, making you jump.

“Garrick, will you escort the lady to the shops in a minute?” Captain Price called. Before you could protest, Kyle poked his head in from the ground floor guest room.

“Of course, cap,” he said, offering you a smile as he ducked back into the room. 

“That isn’t necessary,” you protested, setting your spoon down and rising to go fetch your wallet to leave before Kyle could get ready.

“And take this, love.” You blinked as Price reached into his vest, digging around for a moment before producing a wad of American dollars and pressing them into your hand. 

“Oh, Captain, I couldn’t–” your face burned and you looked away.

“None of that now. You’re housing and feeding me and my boys. They’re like family to me - like sons. I support my family,” he said. “And call me John, love.” he said. You paused, thinking it over. Losing your job had meant the loss of your only source of income. Sure, you had what your father had left to you, but you really weren’t ready to touch that yet. 

“Thank you, John,” you said with a genuine smile. He waved you off like your father had wherever you’d thanked him for something. 

“No need for thanks, love. Just hurry up and bring back some decent tea, would you?” he said, his smile creasing the corners of his eyes. 

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Prepared to take on the world and newly flush with cash, you paused at the door to your father’s garage. If there was a room that was more emotionally charged than his bedroom, this would be it. You stepped in and flicked the lightswitch. 

Light glinted off of polished steel and aluminum. You took it all in, the familiar smell of rubber and gasoline distilling through your skin and permeating your blood. A twinge of pain shot through an old burn scar you’d earned when you’d tried to do an oil change without your father for the first time.

You walked down the length of the garage, dad’s garage, taking it all in. His tools hung perfectly in place on their pegs, waiting for his return. His other child, your steel-sibling, was right where he’d always parked it in its place of honor at the back of the garage. The 1969 Miura was your father’s second favorite child. He loved taking her out for a cruise, to classics shows, to coffee meets on Sunday mornings.

The door to the garage opened, pulling you from your thoughts. Your head whipped up and you stepped back from the car (you could not touch her without dad’s permission), and Kyle raised his hands. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide as he came further into the garage. You’d seen identical looks on many a man’s face before. His mouth was slightly open and his warm brown eyes twinkled like he was a kid finding presents from Santa under the tree on Christmas morning. 

“That’s a 1969 Lamborghini Miura,” he said dumbly. 

“Yeah,” you said. His eyes snapped away from the car and scanned the room, his jaw slackening as he took in each and every car. 

“And that’s a Supra. And that’s a…” he trailed off. His eyes focused on the car closest to the large garage doors, and he blinked. 

“That’s mine,” you said. You supposed they all belonged to you now, but in your heart they’d always be Dad’s Cars. 

“You…drive a 1967 Shelby Mustang,” Kyle said. “How do you drive a 1967 Shelby mustang?”

“It was my mom’s,” you said quietly. 

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It had taken an extra hour and a half to leave the house after Kyle found the cars. He, after picking his jaw up off the floor, had dashed back into the house to summon Price. The captain came, grumbling about Kyle being mistaken, until he saw the cars. They had stood in the doorway, frozen in their tracks for a moment, before John let out a long breath.

After long discussions about the cars, their specifications, their purchase details, and many, many promises to continue the conversation later, you and Kyle took off for the store in your Shelby. 

“...and they’re so well cared for! Pristine! I mean, to have so many original parts intact after so long? That’s incredible,” Kyle said, shaking his head as he took in his surroundings. 

“The catalytic converter on this one got stolen in the 90’s, so I know for sure that’s been replaced. My dad kept extremely detailed records - each of the cars has a notebook and a file folder back at the house. I inherited this car from my mother, and she had it before she met him, so I’m unsure of the complete history,” you said, unable to help the pride in your voice as you and Kyle headed for town. 

“Can’t you ask her?” Kyle asked, tearing his eyes away from the car and looking at you. 

“She passed when I was little. I don’t remember much of her,” you admitted. It was quiet in the car for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Kyle said. “I…shouldn’t have assumed...”

“I feel like you apologize to me in most of our conversations,” you teased. “So cut it out, ok?” Kyle laughed, and the car lapsed into comfortable silence. 

“They met at a car show. My mom and dad,” you said after a beat. “It was 1983, out in California. He couldn’t believe a woman as smart and beautiful as her was wasting her time around people like him and told her so, but I guess the way he said it came out wrong. She got mad, challenged him to a race, and kicked his ass. And that was that,” you said. 

“So, he didn’t make all that good of a first impression on her, but they ended up getting together. What I’m hearing is that not all is lost for me,” Kyle said. You laughed, heat rushing to your cheeks. The silence stretched between you once again, and it was comfortable.

“I’ve seen a lot of places in the world, but this place. There’s an alien beauty to it,” Kyle said. All around you, mountains grew in the distance. Cacti taller than the car sprouted in every direction and brush hid the coyotes lurking in the valley. 

“I love it,” you said softly. “Grew up here. Only left for college, then stayed away for my job. I guess I’m glad to be back.” As you crested a large hill, the road sloped downward and carried you into town. It was large but not bustling, spread out but not lonely. You pulled into the grocery store lot and killed the engine. 

“Do you have Mexican food in England?” you asked as you got out of the car. Kyle nodded. 

“Yeah, but I doubt it’s very authentic. Planning to cook us up some of the good stuff?” he asked. 

“Something like that,” you said. 

After shopping for the essentials at the grocery store, you and Kyle stowed the bags in the trunk and trekked across the parking lot towards the carniceria across from the grocery store. Kyle looked a little uncertain as you browsed, pausing at the counter in the back and selecting the cuts of meats you wanted. The butcher, who you knew vaguely, chatted with you as his assistant cut and wrapped the meat. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your father. We’re going to miss him around here,” he said with a sigh. 

“You’re going to keep coming to cars and coffee, right?” his assistant asked as he passed you the meat. 

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss those for anything,” you said with a smile. 

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On the way back to the house, as you were taking a sharp curve slowly, your eyes fell upon a squirming bundle of fur in the road. The creature stood, staggered, and fell once more. Your eyes fixed upon the blood that was splattered across the road. 

“Oh my God, someone hit that poor thing!” you cried, pulling your car to the wide gravel shoulder and throwing your door open. Kyle was quick to follow, but stood back a few feet. 

“Is that a raccoon?” he asked, and you shook your head, giggling before instantly feeling guilty about it. 

“It’s a coatimundi,” you said, unsure as you approached the creature. “He’s hurt. We have to take him to a rescue.”

“He’s bleeding. Here,” Kyle said, seeming to overcome his fear as he stepped forward. In an instant he’d whipped off his shirt and was holding it out to you expectantly. You felt your heart skip a beat and heat rushed to your face as you took it. 

“Thanks,” you murmured, trying to push your fantasies your mind as you reached down and wrapped the shirt around the coati. You used it to pick up the little creature, cradling it as you walked back to your car. It squirmed weakly in your arms, but resistance was futile. 

“Here, you’ll have to hold him while I drive. Where’s my phone? There’s a wildlife sanctuary somewhere in town but I don’t know where,” you said. Your arms brushed Kyle’s as you passed him the coati before hurrying back into the car and yanking your phone from your pocket. 

In no time you were speeding back down the road toward the Desert Wonders Sanctuary with Kyle reading directions out loud to you as he cradled the coati to his chest. 

“He’s a cute little fellow. I’ve never heard of…what was he called? Coatimundi?” he asked, studying the creature. 

“They’re more native to South America, but we get them up here a bit too. I can’t believe you thought he was a raccoon, have you never seen one of those before?” you asked incredulously, turning to study the little guy at a stoplight. 

“Only on the internet. I will admit, whenever I find myself in the states, I hope to see a trash panda,” he said with a smile. 

“We can go looking if you’d like. Just set an alarm for 3am and go prowling around wherever dumpsters live,” you said with a laugh. 

The sanctuary was tucked into the hills on the outskirts of town. You parked near the entrance and nearly flew out of the car, headed for the main office with Kyle and the coati in tow. The sanctuary was air conditioned, mercifully, and as soon as the receptionist laid eyes on the bundle in Kyle’s arms she called for a vet. 

“Oh, goodness. What happened here?” the vet asked as she gently took the coati from Kyle and placed him into a cat carrier. 

“Hit by a car, we think. Found him off the side of the road on our way back from getting groceries,” you said.

“Thank you for bringing him in, truly. There’s just a bit of paperwork to fill out and y’all will be good to go. I’ll see to him right away,” the vet said as she picked up the carrier and headed into the back of the office. The receptionist passed you a clipboard and a pen and you sat down in the reception area with Kyle. 

“Kyle Gaz, right?” you asked, scribbling down your names at the top of the form. 

“Garrick, actually. Gaz is just my nickname amongst the SAS,” Gaz explained. You scratched out ‘Gaz’ and corrected the form. 

“Is Gaz short for Garrick? Or does it come from somewhere else?” you asked as you checked boxes and provided your info on the sheet. 

“Yup, short for Garrick. Everyone has a callsign, but some are less creative than others,” he said. 

“I can infer why they call him Ghost, but why call Johnny ‘Soap?’” you asked, your brow furrowing. Kyle laughed. 

“Ask him when we get back, he loves telling that story,” he said. 

“At car meets, some people call me Shelby. The nickname comes from my car,” you said with a smile. 

“I like it,” Gaz said as you stood to turn in the paperwork, his eyes twinkling. The receptionist took it gratefully but called out as you went to leave. 

“If you want, you can come back for a tour every Saturday morning. You might be able to see the little guy up and at it!” she offered. You and Gaz both thanked her as you left. 

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Kyle insisted on being the one to carry all of the grocery bags to the house. He managed to do it in one trip, which impressed you. Soap whistled from the living room as you came in. 

“Too hot out there, mate? Or just trying to impress your lass?” he asked, earning a swat from Kyle after he set down the bags. 

“We found a little thing hit by a car and took it to the vet. Saved the little bugger and looked great doing it,” Kyle bragged, standing in front of Soap and flexing. Unable to hide your giggle, you ducked into the kitchen and turned down the air conditioning. It had suddenly become hotter in the house.

John helped you unpack the groceries and it was done in no time. He offered to make dinner, but you shooed him out of the kitchen, promising delicious Mexican food and urging him to go rest. 

After prepping your ingredients, you sat outside as you watched the grill, carne asada on the flames. The door slid open and you turned around, finding Gaz fresh out of a shower. He was shirtless and water dripped from his hair onto his chest. 

“Hi,” you breathed, heat rushing to your face. 

“Hi back,” he teased, pulling out the chair beside you. “Need company?” 

“If it’s your company you’re offering, I wouldn’t refuse,” you teased shyly, your ears growing warm. 

“Good to know you think that way,” he said. “I know I haven’t known you for long, and I made a pretty bad first impression-”

“But not the worst of all time!” you protested. Kyle laughed. 

“I’m trying to say that I like you, and I want to get to know you better.” he said.  

“I’d like that, Kyle,” you said, unable to prevent the smile from spreading across your face.

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[literatecowboy]

Dr. Feelgood

Epilogue

Masterlist Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: The end...except for an epilogue lol Warnings: court proceedings, smut, mildest angst not involving character

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The drive to the beach had been the scariest ride of John Price’s life. 

Once, he had believed, naively, that his lieutenant was the most dangerous driver he’d ever seen. (Though he suspected this was an act Simon put on so he never had to be the designated driver on the way home from the pub). The truth was that his lieutenant’s wife was the most dangerous driver he’d ever seen - and there was an entire state full of drivers just like her. 

California was certainly a change of pace for John, but he was enjoying himself. He watched as Soap and Gaz were having the time of their lives swimming in the ocean, devouring Mexican food, and trying to impress women with their muscles in little beach towns. His lieutenant was married, happy, and seemed to be enjoying the amount of dogs he saw playing on the beach. His doctor was home, introducing them all to her family and her favorite places to eat and visiting her favorite places. 

John’s people were happy, so he was happy. And the local breweries that supplied the restaurants were quickly becoming some of his favorites. He sat in a beach chair, his feet buried in the warm sand, drink in hand as he watched Soap and Gaz bury Ghost in the sand. 

“Having a good time, cap?” you asked, wrapping your towel around yourself and plopping into the chair beside him. 

“This is a hell of a place, kid. Might have to retire on this beach,” John said, pulling his hat lower over his eyes. 

“Not anytime soon, I hope,” you laughed, snagging a drink from the cooler. 

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving it behind. Not yet,” John said. 

“Me neither.”

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[literatecowboy]

Dr. Feelgood

12. Moonlight, Midnight

Masterlist Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: The end...except for an epilogue lol Warnings: court proceedings, smut, mildest angst not involving character

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“Since I have been here, I have been presiding over cases for nearly thirty years. I have seen soldiers face charges of murder, of theft. This case has certainly been unique. Based on the evidence I have reviewed and the testimony of the witnesses, I am dismissing this case,” the Judge Advocate said, setting down his papers and removing his reading glasses. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open, but your lawyer glared you into silence. The prosecutor rose and addressed the judge. 

“Your honor, the prosecution moves to drop the charges against the defendant,” the prosecutor said, sitting back down. You were unable to stop your outburst this time. A relieved sob tore through your throat and hot tears began to stream down your cheeks. Your lawyer squeezed your hand and smiled at you. 

“Very well. That concludes this arraignment,” the Judge declared, banging his gavel. 

“All rise,” the barrister echoed. The courtroom burst into noise as the people rose. The judge shuffled out. It was over. 

Before you could blink, the strong arms of your fiancee wrapped around you from behind. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears falling freely as he pulled your body into his and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“You did it, love. It’s all over,” he murmured. You nodded, struggling to catch your breath as you cried. 

“I love you, Simon,” you sniffled, turning and embracing him, burying your face in his chest. He rubbed your back gently. 

“I love you too.”

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“...and by the time Price got up tae testify, it was over. Those fuckin’ lawyers shoulda said ‘case dismissed’ right there, ye could tell they knew they were losin’,” Johnny said, throwing his hand in the air. He had shed his suit jacket and tossed it over his shoulder. Gaz rolled his eyes and went to adjust his ball cap, forgetting he wasn’t wearing it. 

“It isn’t the lawyers that say ‘case dismissed’ they say ‘we drop the charges’ mate,” he teased. You laughed as you followed the two out of the courthouse, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“What you said for me on the stand? Thank you. All of you,” you said with a smile, squeezing Simon’s hand. As you headed for the parking lot you spied Price on his phone, pacing. His eyes were narrowed and though he did not yell, it was obvious that he was angry with someone. 

“Was the truth, bonnie. The charges were bogus, and tae judge saw that,” Soap said, offering you a smile. As Price watched your group approach, he hung up his phone and put on a smile. 

“Drinks on me, in honor of our victory,” he announced, clapping his hands together. 

“Everything okay?” you asked. Price nodded, shoving his phone into the pocket of his slacks. 

“Peachy, love. Are you alright?” he asked, pulling you in for a hug. 

“Just fine. And…thank you, for everything you said about me when you testified,” you said, squeezing him tight. Price nodded, and smiled. 

“I owe you my life. We all do. And somehow, you make my lieutenant a more cheerful man. You’re one of us, doc. And we protect our own,” he said. 

“Let’s go tae a pub, I could eat a horse,” Johnny moaned from the back of the car. John laughed and let you go, and Gaz helped you squeeze into the middle seat between him and Jonny. You rode off into the sunset with your best friends and your future husband. 

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You whined quietly as Simon pulled his lips away from yours, your eyes fluttering open as he cradled your face in his hands. He slowed the pace of his gentle thrusts, gazing deep into your eyes. 

“Si-mon,” you groaned softly, running your hand through his hair and pushing your hips down against his in attempt to get more friction. “You’re being mean,” you whined. Simon took your hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. 

“I’m sorry, love. I just…want to savor you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips and trailing kisses down your neck. You whined and arched your back, pushing your body into his as he picked up the pace again. 

“You deserve to be worshipped,” he murmured into your ear, his thrusts slow and tender. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips to yours. 

“I love you,” he groaned as you came up for air, his hands mapping every inch of your body. 

“Fuck, Simon, I love you too. You’re perfect,” you whined, trailing your fingers down his chest. Your lips interlocked again as he reached down and thumbed your clit gently, his hips stuttering as he tried to resist his orgasm. Pleasure seared your flesh and shot through your body, and you seized. 

“Cum, love,” Simon ordered, biting at your neck tenderly. You did not disobey, your body trembling as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you. Your eyes fluttered shut. Moments later Simon’s hips stuttered to a stop and he groaned as he spilled heat into you, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

You came down together, breathing in each other’s arms. Simon lay down and pulled you into his side, and you whimpered as he slid out of you. He kissed your noises away before getting up, returning with a towel and cleaning you gently. You yawned and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Before long you were asleep, chest rising and falling in the moonlight. Simon did not allow himself to sleep. 

When midnight struck, he carefully extricated himself from your arms and slid out of the bed, dressing quietly. As he pulled his balaclava on and slid a gun into his waistband, preparing to leave, he watched you sleep peacefully. The case against you had been dismissed, but the problem was not yet dealt with. 

Simon slipped out into the hall and met Price in the quiet of the night. They had a general to visit.

Epilogue

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Taglist: @iamaliceinwonderland, @itsmeamysworld, @ghostlythots, @oranoyaora, @keiva1000

[literatecowboy]

white boy suffering in Asia's heat....

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Gaz does not care for slow burn romances…

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This gives me so many thoughts!! Fixer Laswell, an ex-militech agent (akin to a Meredith Stout type). Corpo Gaz who got booted out of Militech with Price. Streetkid Soap and his Nomad partner Ghost. Merc reader who’s new to town for a gig, gets shot up and hides out from the NCPD while recovering in Price’s clinic

for the three people here who play cyberpunk 2077 and know cod, i am dreaming of john price the fixer, and his favorite merc

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misunderstandings

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Look at him go

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Resting place

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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Ghost, Gaz, Price: ??????

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Young Nik and Price AU, sketches

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Lost a bet. Had to draw my friend's pookies <3 (plain sketch undercut)

Meow.

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he just needs them to get together or something

based on <3

[literatecowboy]

I wanted to ask about Roach’s antenna.

I know it’s part of your artwork for him as a chaotic buggy boi but is are there any headcanons you’d add to it?

My personal take is that they partly act as a tracking device because he gets into weird places and he might be hard to find sometimes. Another feature I like to think about is that he likes to bob his head up and down so they tap on everyone’s heads (like how ants tap each other with antenna to communicate or check identity) as an excuse to “confirm non-imposter status”

At first I thought they could be like some radio antenna but now idk

Emergency fruit loop storage 😆

What if he just duct tapes random shit to his helmet and everyone’s trying really hard not to comment on it (he wants them to)

I think he’d like ants

[literatecowboy]

I was doing small sketches and someone asked for a 141 pillow fight

[literatecowboy]

Kinktober 2024

5. Bondage

warnings: Soap x Ghost x Reader (throuple); face sitting; nickname 'pup'; fem reader; its reader's present;

“A wee bit tighter…there ye go, LT. That’s perfect,” Soap said, double checking the knot and giving it a tug to ensure it would hold. 

“Sure you don’t want me to put a bow on your head? Think it’d look cute on you, Johnny,” Ghost said, picking up one of the other ropes from the pile. Johnny offered his wrists, and Ghost took them, tying them carefully behind the Scot’s back. 

“Nah, don’t want to wait on her to unwrap me. Besides, there’s bows on all her other gifts,” Johnny said. Ghost snorted. 

“Impatient pup,” he murmured, taking one of the ropes that crisscrossed Johnny’s chest into his fist and pulling the Scot close, pressing his lips to his. Johnny groaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. He rolled his shoulders, and Ghost pulled away slowly. 

“Comfy?” Ghost asked, running his hands down Johnny’s sides. 

“Very. Help me get into position and then go get our girl, Simon,” Johnny said, rising awkwardly from where he sat. Ghost helped him arrange himself on his knees on the bed before stepping away. 

—

“Just a few more steps, love. Keep coming,” Ghost murmured, guiding you by your hands as he lead you into your bedroom.

“Okay, one more guess. Is it a puppy?” you asked, a smile on your lips. 

“In a manner of speaking,” Ghost said, shutting the door behind you. “Go on, take the blindfold off.” 

You gasped as you lifted your blindfold off and it fluttered to the floor. Johnny knelt before you on the bed, smiling, his cheeks tinged pink. 

“Happy birthday, bonnie,” he murmured. You felt heat rush to your face, and you giggled. 

“You’ve always wanted our pup tied up and begging for you. Now’s your chance,” Ghost murmured, embracing you from behind and gently sliding one of his hands up your shirt. 

“Oh, yes. And you’re okay?” you asked Johnny, shivering from excitement as warmth stirred in the pit of your stomach. 

“More than okay, bonnie. Come sit on my face,” Johnny whined, squirming on the bed. Ghost squeezed your breast tenderly. 

“Go on, give him a go,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He guided you onto the bed and you knelt before Johnny. Though you’d been with your boyfriends a dozen times before, this new arrangement was incredibly arousing. You leaned forward, running your hands over the ropes that crisscrossed Johnny’s body as you kissed him. 

His cock throbbed against his stomach at your touch and he groaned. Ghost ran his fingers through his hair before sliding his hand down his back and squeezing his ass. 

“Poor pup, all worked up,” he cooed, and you smiled, taking the head of Johnny’s cock between two fingers. 

“Such an eager toy for me,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You made short work of your clothes, your nipples hardening in the cool air and making Johnny whine, writhing where he knelt. 

“Pretty, isn’t she, pup?” Ghost cooed, stroking Johnny’s cock slowly as they watched you undress. 

“Please sit on my face,” he whined, doing his best to lay back despite the ropes binding him. You helped him get situated before crawling up over his body, dragging your fingers over your clit before lowering yourself onto Johnny’s face. 

His cock twitched as his moans were muffled and you gasped as he shoved his tongue into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your back arched as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently and making you writhe with pleasure. 

“Johnny!” you moaned, grinding down against his face as he devoured you, pushing his face deeper into your wetness. 

“Think you deserve a reward for making our girl feel so good, Johnny,” Simon purred, tugging his shirt over his head and sliding his pants and boxers off. He crawled onto the bed, tugging his hard cock as he settled between Johnny’s legs, spreading lube over his fingers before sliding one into Johnny. 

Johnny’s back arched and he moaned into your wetness. The vibrations against your clit made you gasp, and you trembled as that in combination with Johnny’s devourment of you made you cum. Pleasure washed over you in waves and you jerked and trembled, slumping forward and crawling off of Johnny’s face as you caught your breath.

Ghost slid another finger into Johnny and kept pumping them in and out, making Johnny moan and writhe on the bed. 

“Fuck…!” he cried. He turned his head to where you lay, your wetness drenching his face. 

“Lass, please. Ride me while Simon fucks me,” he begged. You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss before straddling his hips, nodding. 

Ghost slowly pulled his fingers out of Johnny, making him whine, but his whines turned to moans again as Ghost guided you onto Johnny’s cock. You both moaned in tandem as you sank onto him, the stretch sending waves of pleasure through you. 

Ghost pressed slowly into Johnny after you reached the base of his cock, making the Scot writhe and moan beneath you. 

“Fuck, yer gonna be the death of me. Both of ye,” he gasped, trembling. You slowly rocked your hips against him, grabbing the ropes that bound his chest and using them to pull yourself down into a kiss. 

As you rode Johnny, Ghost fucked him, sending you both sliding up the bed. You slammed your hips down into him, grinding your clit into his pelvis. As you moaned, Ghost reached around you and gently thumbed your clit, biting tenderly into your neck. 

“Fuck! I can’t last like this,” Johnny whined, his body trembling under the pleasure of your bounces and Ghost’s thrusts. 

“Let the lady cum first, Johnny,” Ghost said, picking up speed as he rubbed your clit. 

“Go on, love, cum on Johnny’s cock,” he purred in your ear. You fell over the cliff of pleasure, falling forward onto Johnny’s chest, your body spasming and your cunt tightening around his cock as you came. Johnny came almost immediately after, coating your insides with cum as he bucked his hips up into you. 

With a few last, deep, thrusts Ghost came last, his groan deafening as he came inside Johnny, leaning over your shoulder to kiss the Scot tenderly. 

You caught your breath together. Ghost was the first to step away but he returned quickly with a blade, cutting Johnny free and helping him massage the areas that had been bound. 

You pulled Johnny into an embrace as Ghost spooned you, sandwiched comfortably between your boyfriends as you came down from your highs.