#DO YOU REALLY GOTTA SAY IT LADS?

[rooshappy]

Me: I love Newsies. I think it's one of my favourite musicals! Me: *flinches every time they use the word 'crip'*

[queercodedvillains]

Wake up babes, new chapter of mallrats just dropped <3

Mallrats (23114 words) by QueerCodedVillains Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto), background kakuzu/hidan Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto) Additional Tags: SasoDei Week 2023 (Naruto), 90'S, Akatsuki - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Claire's AU, Mafia AU, If You Squint - Freeform, we are taking liberties translating the akatsuki into a modern setting here, Drug Use, Drug Dealing, Blood and Violence, POV Alternating, Bottom Deidara (Naruto), Top Sasori, BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Edging, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Sasori is still a puppet master but only in the loosest terms, if you catch my drift, Shibari, Suspension, Fucking Machines, Porn With Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Bratting, brat taming, Dom/sub Series: Part 1 of Mallrats Cinematic Universe Summary: In which the Akatsuki are 90's mallrats by day, crime syndicate by night. All the best criminals have a day job to launder their rent money, but the real fun only starts once they're off the clock.

[autism-disco]

composition so good the laptop fan comes back after like 6 months to try and drown it out

[thepinkseashell]

HELPPPPPPPPPPPP A MAN CONFESSED HIS LOVE TO ME TODAY MY BROTHER IN CHRIST I AM A HOMO LESBO DYKE 😭

[amazinglyashy]

hello, idk if you're open but if you dooo, can you do HC of lads seeing MC being more...brutal? since we all know our mc is badass but kind right, but what if sometimes she slipped and her darkness come forth more than she usually let on? hahahah idk it just after all mc been through she's more than validated to be villain u kno. so yea! thankchuu

Just a heads up, I am ALWAYS open, it's just a matter of when I get to the request, so as long as you're patient, anyone can send in anything anytime!! :D And ooh, this is an interesting one, but something I've definitely thought about haha. MC's been through a lot, and I feel a lot of readers also have too, and there comes a point when you gotta say screw it, I'm mad now. (I'll also say I'm still really grumpy about how little we get regarding MC's grieving during certain points of the story, and the lack of how the Li's all react as well to the news, no matter how little they know about the situation :/) Thank you for the request <3 hope you enjoy!

Love and Deepspace Li's reaction to seeing you finally snap

Rafayel -

He's somehow... not surprised.

But can you blame him?

The amount of rage Rafayel carries in his heart is constantly, constantly threatening to bubble up to the surface and boil over the edges of his last remaining ounces of humanity. The amount of cruelty on the basis of pure rage that he could commit is not a volume that he is proud to carry, but something he carries heavily though.

So seeing you finally snap is... almost cathartic.

He knows what he's been through, hell- he knows a great deal of what you've been through. Even in the distant past. It would be a wonder if you weren't angry. If you weren't seeing things. If you hadn't 't been simmering up to your breaking point from microaggressions and trauma stacking up and up until-

Here you were.

And for him, it feels like you're doing something of your own volition- feeling something that was entirely your own. Devoid of any outside influence or need to be the kindest person in the room. To keep your head down, path straight and narrow.

And despite the sheer amount of power he possesses in comparison to you, he will admit if asked- that he was just a little bit afraid at first. Even if just for a moment.

And damn, he was proud of you.

Zayne -

Calmly, he watches you.

It's out of character, sure, given how you usually are. Even when you're rude or abrasive, it's never anywhere near... something quite like this.

But the other thing is- he has a good grasp on the human psychic, just from his medical knowledge, even though it isn't his main area of study. He knows what it takes to truly make someone snap, both from personal experience and from his findings in research.

He also knows the extent of things you have been through that have been building up, cumulating into this moment before him where you have finally just broken.

Depending on the level of rage and cruelty you reach, he may stop you, or he may let you go. Either way, his actions are calm and calculated, no matter how he might disagree with, agree with, or fear your actions. He knows someone needs to remain levelheaded in this situation, and he's more than capable of taking on that role.

Gods forbid once you calm down that you feel guilty. If what you did was uncalled for or wrong, he'll discuss it with you, but if there was justifications to your actions or experiences and trauma that had led you to your moment, he'll just pull you into a hug slowly, his expression even.

He'll say it if he needs to, but his actions will hopefully tell you that nothing, nothing you do will ever change his love for you.

Xavier -

He's startled.

He himself is used to having complete control over his emotions, to the point where he can disguise them exceedingly well to maintain a calm aura. So seeing you fully snap and head down a warpath, it's... shocking.

But he's not entirely surprised.

Honestly, he would be more surprised if you had never got this angry at all, given the things you had told him under the covers in his bed, after a particularly late night in his apartment watching movies together.

You've been through a lot.

He knows that.

He knows how it hurts.

So when you finally rage, it takes him a few moments for even the thought of stopping you to enter his mind. And even when it does, he first has to have a small battle internally on whether or not letting you go off and have your cathartic moment is better, even at the cost of a little bit of destruction.

He'll stop you if it's particularly dangerous though, even if it means having to wrestle you away from whatever it is that was taking the brunt of your anger.

Otherwise, he'll just let you go.

Whenever you're done though, if you dare try and steal a glance back towards him, afraid that you may have scared him or made him scared or angry with you-

He'll just flash you a small, comforting smile.

Sylus -

Sylus spends the majority of his time in a cesspool of seething rage, backstabbing psychopaths, and fake smiles that take advantage of the weak and needy.

Anger for himself, anger towards others, anger to benefit others who can't seem to get angry themselves-

If anyone knows what fury is, it's him. Whether secondhand, personally, or just being around it for so long, he knows the emotion intimately well and every single shape or form that it could possibly take.

Still, seeing you suddenly lose it is... surprising.

He likes it.

Not in a way where he's turned on necessarily (though it is an additional feeling), but the enjoyment stems from constantly seeing you put others before yourself- watching you make yourself small so that the people around you could be big- and now finally watching you take what you deserved in his eyes.

He won't intervene unless you're doing something he knows you'll deeply regret later, instead favoring watching you until you've burnt out and finished to the end.

He's mostly quiet, he knows it's probably not something you want to talk about, like most people wouldn't want to after a particularly vicious outburst in an argument. But he can't help a few small comments.

"I'm surprised. I never thought the kitten had such big claws. You really surprised me, sweetie."

[i-care-4u]

it’s a tradition ✹ jude bellingham

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PAIR: JUDE BELLINGHAM X FEMALE!READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

A/N: literally decided to post an early birthday fic for jude! 😁

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2021

judebellingham

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judebellingham I want to say how fortunate I am to know someone like yourusername. I reflect on the memories and experiences we've had, writing about how you've made me laugh and smile. I talk about how you make me feel more alive and how much I value having you in my life. I'll close with a heartfelt wish for you to have a fantastic birthday, bud.

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yourusername Thank you I guess 😓 (Why did you chose this picture out of all the pictures you've took?)

↳ judebellingham yourusername Hey, this one gotta do (This is the most fun you look)

erling.haaland Hey, where's my silly birthday post?

↳ judebellingham erling.haaland See you next year, mate.

user1 Now if you don't bag her Bellingham...

footiefan7 Enough with the girl, give us more football posts

↳ judebe footiefan7 Tell me you’re single without telling us that you’re single

user2 She's so gorgeous

user3 Oh to have a dedicated post on Jude's page

judebellinghamlive I've seen two pretty best friends now

yourusername

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yourusername Happy birthday to one of my bestest friends in the world! judebellingham You constantly brighten my day with your humor and charm. I also want to congratulate you once again for getting into the Dortmund team, you’re already achieving so much at your young age. I am so proud of you, bestie. Here's to another year of laughter and good times! 🍰

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judebellingham Who's this cheeky lad you're hanging out with?

↳ yourusername judebellingham I think his name is Joe Birmingham??? Correct me if I'm wrong

yourbestfriend Okay WAG 🥰🥰🥰

↳ yourusername yourbestfriend Nah, is there a FAB option? (Friends And Buddies) 🤗

↳ user1 yourusername You can be like the honorary WAG

2022

judebellingham

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judebellingham Happy birthday to the friend who's put up with my bullshit for so many years. I honestly don't know how you do it, but I'm grateful for your questionable (good) taste in friends. You literally deserve a medal for being this loyal after this long. My true ride or die buddy.

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yourusername Ooh, and she got a glow up since her last birthday post! 😍

↳ judebellingham yourusername This is a sign that I'm getting better at taking pictures, right?

gioareyna Do I deserve a loyalty medal too?

↳ judebellingham gioareyna No.

↳ yourusername judebellingham Tell him🤭

user1 She’s so pretty

bellinghammer Happy birthday to the funniest and sweetest girl ever!

user2 I always get excited for these birthday posts

ilobjude I hope Jude realizes how much we fans love Y/n

user3 I refuse to believe that they aren’t together

yourusername

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yourusername Happy birthday, Jude! Today is your big day, and you have an extra reason to celebrate: you have officially made the England team for the World Cup in Qatar! What an incredible achievement! I am quite impressed with all of your hard work and dedication to your football career. You've worked really hard to reach this stage, and the praise could not have come at a better moment. I am convinced that you will represent England honorably and make all of your fans proud. Congratulations bubs!

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judebellingham You finally got something nice to say about me

↳ yourusername judebellingham *And the only time I’ll say something nice to you, sir.

yourbestfriend If I were to be on the England team, would you write me a long ass paragraph too? 😍

↳ yourusername yourbestfriend I’ll write you a novel instead 🥰

↳ judebellingham yourusername I expect the same energy next year 🙄

2023

judebellingham

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judebellingham As another year passes, I can't help but think about all the moments we've made together yourusername. Listening to your late-night chats to creating any last minute plans, I consider myself extremely fortunate to have you in my life. You laugh at all of my idiotic jokes, even when they aren't very amusing. You give me the most honest advice when I need it most, and you always know what to say to make me feel better. When I am among you, I don't have to put up a face or pretend to be someone I am not. You accept me as I am, no matter the flaws. So, for your birthday, I simply wanted you to know how much you mean to me. You're more than a friend; you're a true partner in crime. I would not want to spend my life with anyone else.

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yourusername Awwww (I wrote this)

↳ judebellingham yourusername Selfish much?

camavinga At this point get a room already 🤣

↳ user1 camavinga What are you trying to say here?

↳ user2 user1 I feel like he knows something we don’t

madridistar OH NO WHAT’S HAPPENING….🧍‍♀️…..🐕

jobeyjude I just want to be friends with Y/n, is that too much to ask for?

mbappeswife My favorite time of the year! (Jude’s dedicated post to Y/n)

user3 My [zodiac] queen

modricsfave Happy birthday gorgeous! 🎉🎂🥳

yourusername

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yourusername Another year older, and possibly wiser. Happy birthday, Jude! You're more than just a friend to me; you're my confidant, rock, and partner in crime. Our bond is unbreakable, and our relationship is something I treasure deeply. But don't forget that you've joined Real Madrid in addition to being another year older! I can't wait to see your success on that field. You've worked exceptionally hard to get here, and you deserve all the success in the world.

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judebellingham Gracias amiga 🤍

↳ yourusername judebellingham Those Spanish lessons coming in HANDY 🤭

vinijr Happy birthday Jude! 🎉

camavinga Family ☝️

judebells_ We stan a supportive friend like Y/n 🙌

2024

judebellingham

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judebellingham Today marks as Y/n's birthday, and I just want to say how everything has changed for the better since the past year. You have given me so much love, happiness, and joy in the previous year, and I will be eternally grateful for every moment we've spent together. I still can't believe you're mine and I can call you that. It feels as if a dream has come true and I can't wait to see what's next for us.

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yourusername I love you beautiful 💕

↳ judebellingham yourusername Love you more than anything 🤗

jobebellingham Saw this one coming 🫣

↳ beellinghamm jobebellingham I just want to know how long you’ve been waiting for this moment to happen

user1 It’s official…Y/n is my favorite WAG

halamadridjude You’re such a lucky man

user2 Mama y papa 😇

vinisoulmate I wish I had someone adore me the same way Jude does to Y/n

bellingfanatic I don’t know what’s his biggest win, Champion’s League or finally dating Y/n after so many years

user3 Sending you both lots of love 🫶🫶🫶

yourusername

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yourusername I can't believe I call this cameraman, judebellingham, "mine." In all seriousness, you know I value you for so much more than just taking my pictures. Happy birthday to the man who I refer to as my partner and best friend, who tries his best to keep me sane throughout the day. Every day, I fall more deeply in love with you. You're like my other half, the missing piece that makes me feel complete. You've witnessed my most raw and vulnerable moments, and you still adore me for who I am. I consider it a privilege to have you at my side, someone who understands and accepts me for who I am, camera or not. Love you lots, bud.

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judebellingham Here's to growing gray hair together!

↳ yourusername judebellingham Okay. Now you're making me feel old.

yourbestfriend Remember the times when I called you a WAG?

↳ yourusername yourbestfriend Yes, you've won…

user1 IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME THEY STARTED DATING

[lynk-zee]

hey lynnie,

Ok so there's this tweet "(my gf can) dress slutty I can fight" by a guy right. I don't necessarily think he means dress slutty on purpose but like if his gf wants to express her fashion in a more sensual way, he supports and defends her right to do so. Could you do a scenario where MC/reader know she looks good and flaunts it and the lads don't mind? They're also willing to step in and remind any entitled creep to stay in their place. I'm really curious to see Rafayel's thoughts on this but all would be great.

“Dress Slutty, I Can Fight.”

Rafayel always wants you to feel good about yourself. He’ll buy you lavish jewelry, designer clothes, and ask you to give him a fashion show so he can see them on you. That being said, fashionable clothes sometimes is less about the type of fabric and more about the lack there of. And he’s here for it! He walks with you on his arm with pride, wearing whatever you want, flaunting your assets, and strutting your stuff. He thinks you’re gorgeous, like a work of art! And art is meant to be admired.

Though, when it comes to creeps checking you out longer than appropriate, he gets a bit protective. If he notices someone checking out your ass in that skimpy little outfit of yours, he cop a squeeze, smirking right at the perp. As if saying “look what I have that you don’t”

If his glare doesn’t deter the creep from looking at you, Rafayel will call him out in front of everyone.

“Do you mind? I know my partners hot as fuck but keep your eyes to yourself, damn!”

Usually it doesn’t escalate from there, the perp feeling thoroughly embarrassed from being called out like that in public. But if it does, Rafayel will handle it.

“It’s okay, babe. I can fight”

Zayne absolutely loves spoiling you with the money he makes as a surgeon. Which mostly consists of clothes! Whatever you want, just point and he’ll get you it every color. Absolutely loves when you dress however you want. His main goal in life is for you to live as comfortably as possible. So if looking all dolled up in pretty makes you happy, go for it!

When you’re dressed up, he’d always have his hand on the small of your back, guiding you this way and that under his careful watch. He’s gotta keep his baby safe. If someone is staring at you for two long, they’d be frozen solid by Zayne’s evol.

Just kidding. More like frozen solid by his icy glare. Much like Rafayel, Zayne would make it public because he knows that most people will get intimidated by a large crowd.

“Could you not stare at my partner? We are trying to enjoy our night out.”

If the creeps too persistent, he’ll clench his jaw and place his jacket on you.

“Sorry, dear— could you give me a moment? That man over there seems like he wants to talk.”

Zaddy

In all seriousness, Zayne really wouldn’t resort to violence because he has standards to uphold. But he definitely would stand his ground and tell the creep off. Your comfort is his utmost priority. He won’t let some filth make you feel self-conscious.

Xavier’s all for your slutty era. You look beautiful, he’s enjoying the view, it’s a win-win in his books. What he doesn’t enjoy is the amount of unwanted attention you garner when you dress up. Yes, it’s not your fault that you’re beautiful, he would never fault you for that. He’s just sick of the guys staring as if they have the right to. Absolutely not.

So, he marks the shit out of you. Your neck is covered in hickeys, branding you as his. They can look all they want, but with his arm around your waist and his marks on your neck, you’re his and his only. Wear less, he doesn’t care. He’ll just make sure his hand print on your ass peaks out from under your shorts.

If it gets too bad, we know Xavier would step in right away to stop it. He’s pretty blunt without meaning to, so when it’s intentional—sorry to any guy who even breathes in your direction. Sometimes you have to step in though because you know it’s game over if Xavier swings. But Xav will always protect you, so dress however you want. He just wants you to be happy.

“Ignore those creeps, my love. I’ll take care of it.

[alwaysthefool]

[Requested] Naïve MC/Reader x LADS (Xavier, Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel)

They realise you’re a little too sheltered when it comes to sexual/romantic stuff

Warnings: Discussions of purity, sex education (not NSFW), OOC MC. This wasn’t meant as suggestive!

Tags: Gender neutral reader, fluff?

This was the request, but I changed it up to exclude the mention of a club since the premise of short fics can’t address my feelings about the issue seriously… everyone has unique scenarios->

Xavier

As the work day ended, instead of waiting for Xavier as you usually would, you walked out with the new hunter you’d met recently, chatting merrily about your day. “So where we going?” You smiled, walking out the Association HQ.

“Your place or mine?” They replied, smiling back, looking down at you.

You didn’t think much of it before replying. “Mine, I guess!” It was just chilling while watching Netflix after all. You really wanted to check out this new horror series, but didn’t get the chance to ask Xavier since he was always busy, and you certainly weren’t going to watch it alone.

He laughed at that for some reason, so you laughed back, although a little confused.

You felt a hand on your shoulder right as you were about to leave the premises. “Ahem.” The two of you turned around to see Xavier behind you, a stern look on his face. You frowned at his expression, and also the fact that you didn’t even hear him follow you. “You gotta stop creeping up on people like this, man.” Your colleague sighed. At this point, everyone was aware of Xavier’s antics when it came to you (which is also what made it shocking to them that you’d agree to hook up with someone else).

“What did you mean you’re taking them to your house?” Xavier completely ignored the person next to you.

“Uh…”. You weren’t sure how to respond. Wasn’t this a normal thing? When you were younger, your friends would come over to your house all the time. Although oddly, they’d have to be approved by Caleb first. He never really told you why, though.

“What do you think, buddy? We’re Netflix and Chilling.” Your companion responded for you. You smiled at that, nodding. “Mhm!”

Xavier’s expression turned hurt immediately, and he bore his puppy dog eyes into yours. “Really, [Name]? You’re… doing that with them?”

For some reason, looking at him, you felt such guilt, you held his hand. “I’m sorry Xavier, if I’d known you wanted to watch that new show too, I’d have asked you instead!”

“Wait, what?” The two spoke in unison. The person beside you rolled their eyes. “Seriously, you’re saying you’d rather be with him in front of me?” Before they could continue, Xavier’s death stare made them throw their hands up in defeat and walk away, too scared to even murmur profanities within his vicinity.

“Hey, where-“ Before you could finish, Xavier turned your attention back to him, holding your hands in his.

“[Name].” His tone was serious, and his eyes concerned. “What do you think Netflix and Chill means?”

“Watching Netflix with chilled coke, of course!”

Xavier sighed, half in relief, half in tension. “I think there’s a lot we need to talk about. But for now, please just ask me if you want to watch a show, try out new Ramen, or ‘hang out casually’.”

Rafayel

“Care to tell me what exactly you’re doing, cutie?” That last word to come out of Rafayel’s mouth was laced with venom, and that irritated expression you’d become so familiar with was splayed on his face once again.

You looked down at your phone. “Uh, someone at work asked for pictures my feet so I’m sending them pictures of my feet.”

“Is this another one of your pranks?” Rafayel crossed his arms.

“No?” Right as you were about to hit send, he took your phone from you, deleting the pictures before you could stop him. “Hey!” You exclaimed.

“You might not…” Rafayel sighed, giving your phone back to you as he sat beside you, tired. “…not love me anymore, but doing this while you’re in my house is cruel.”

You threw your phone away, and turned to face Rafayel, holding his face. He turned away from you, driving daggers into your chest. “Hey, why are you mad? It’s just feet…”

Rafayel, slightly taken aback, let go of his anger and looked at you. “Cutie, do you know why they’re asking for pictures of your feet?”

You shrugged. “Maybe they like my pedicure!”

He put his hands in his head, letting out a laugh. Before you could respond, he squished your cheeks, giving your left one a kiss. You returned the gesture, kissing his right cheek instead.

“You really are the most precious pearl in the ocean. As much as I’d like to continue seeing this pure side of you, I don’t want you to get taken advantage of again.” He stood up, reaching his hand out for you. “Let’s go, you have a lot to learn.”

Zayne

Realistically he’d make you study medical and ordinary romance books LOL

Zayne wasn’t sure how to go about it, how to confront the person who he thought was the love of his life, on why he saw them dressed to the nines having dinner with someone else inside a fancy restaurant on his car ride home. Zayne swore it didn’t upset him much, and that he had bigger things to worry about, but the thought did not leave his mind until he heard a knock on the door.

You looked tired. You didn’t know why you went to Zayne’s house, but you didn’t know who else to talk to. When he opened the door, you almost thought he looked surprised for a moment before his professional face returned. He left the door open for you, and without a word, went to his couch, reading a magazine.

You were already upset, and felt like leaving upon seeing his behaviour, but you were also extremely tired. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You spoke sarcastically. Zayne looked up at you, and you expected a snide remark from him, but concern etched his face. He put his magazine down and walked over to you.

“Why are you crying?”

You didn’t realise it until you felt wetness on your cheek. Zayne helped you get out of your shoes and helped you sit on the couch, bringing you a glass of water. He was way nicer than the guy you met today.

“I…” You took a sip. “I went out with a friend to celebrate his promotion, but he was being weird.”

You cried and explained how uncomfortable you felt with him asking questions about you, holding your hand, and then paying for the bill even though you didn’t want him to. It felt wrong and disgusted you.

“[Name],” Zayne was serious all of a sudden. “Did you… go on a date without realising it?”

Your tears stopped. “What? No, I mean, I just met him as a friend.”

He took off his glasses, keeping them in the pocket of his pajama shirt. “You said he wanted to meet you alone, for dinner, at a fancy restaurant, because he wanted you to be the one he celebrated his achievement with. You, and not his friends or family.”

“So?”

Zayne sighed. “You may not know it but he took you out on a date.”

You sniffled, and Zayne handed you a tissue, keeping his gentlemanly distance while patting your head. “I did not want the first date of my life to be this way.”

“It’s alright. I’ll make sure your next one is better.”

Sylus

Honestly he’d take this very seriously, sit you down, and explain this stuff without hesitation, because it’s super important to know.

It was just one meme at first. Then two. Then the whole discussion was about things you had no clue on, making you feel left out from your friend group. You groaned, throwing your phone away on the bed.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Sylus speaks, looking up from what he was reading on his chair. You had nothing to do on your day off and no energy to go outside, but Sylus still wanted to be near you, so you came over and lounged in his house.

“I…” You sat up on his bed, and he put his book on the table, focusing his attention on you. “I was very sheltered as a kid.”

“I can tell.” He quipped.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, anyway, it means I don’t understand what a ‘one night stand’ or a ‘hook up’ is, and I’m too scared to look it up.”

Sylus, as you expected, didn’t judge you. “Why are you scared?”

“Because I think it’s too late, and Caleb would be disappointed…” You knew Sylus didn’t like it when you brought Caleb up, but this time, his gentle expression stayed, as he took off his glasses, placing them inside his pocket.

“It’s never too late to learn about anything, especially things like these.” You gave him a polite smile. That was nice to hear. You shifted, sitting with your feet off the bed, to be a little closer to where he was on his chair.

“Not to mention, you have the best teacher in front of you.”

Bonus:

A while later, Sylus put on his glasses, frowning while going through your group chat, unsure of how to explain what they were discussing to you. “Maybe your brother was right, you have some crazy friends.” He joked.

-x-

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LADS Sylus: Make It Worth It | NSFW

Oh gods, I finally finished editing this. I hate editing things. It's the worst. It's needed though. Hope y'all enjoy this pegging fic!

❧ Pairings: Sylus x Reader ❧ Warnings: Pegging, Teasing, Bottom Sylus, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Large Dildos, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cum Eating, Spitting in Mouth, Almost Caught Sex, Semi-Public, Enthusiastic Consent, Established Relationships, Fake Cum, Fake Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink (If you squint, but it's mentioned once or twice in a joking fashion), Men Whining, Slight Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fellatio, Mentions of Face Sitting, Dominant Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of "Slut" and "Whore" for describing Sylus ❧ Synopsis: You decided you wanted to top your beloved boyfriend, so you corner him in his office. Surprisingly...he's down for it. ❧ Word Count: 8.3k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Sylus

Make It Worth It

One thing you knew about Sylus was the fact that subtle actions went unnoticed…in a sense. He would notice them, sure, but he wouldn’t entertain them unless it was to tease you. He once said that closed mouths don’t get fed when you don’t want to tell him exactly what you want. It took a lot of time in your relationship to finally get to the point where you could be completely straightforward with the man. A lot of reassurance from him went a long way in getting you to be honest.

It led to the now. You wanted to try something, and there was really only one way to ask. So you made your way down the halls of the Onychinus base on a mission, a duffel bag held close to your body. Luke and Keiran had passed you by, attempting to ask you what you were planning, but you had been dismissive to them as you didn’t want your grand plans to be hindered by second-guessing yourself. You swung open the doors to his office and saw him sitting at his desk, his laptop up in one corner and several papers scattered about in the other. He was in more casual clothes today due to a lack of meetings, opting for his black sweater and gray jeans.

“Welcome in, kitten,” he didn’t even look up, instead waiting for you to approach him. With a couple of long strides, you found yourself closing his laptop to put it off to the side and then slamming the duffel bag down in front of him. He blinked a few times, looking between the bag and then back to you; his eyebrow rose in question, “And what have you brought with you today?”

It wasn’t like it was uncommon for this to happen, interrupting his work for one of your whims. Sylus was caught more off guard when you brought something with you this time.

“Remember how you always tell me if I want something, all I gotta do is ask?” you began, speaking a bit quicker than usual. He hummed, confirming your words, “And also, how you said I should be exploring more of my own personality now that there isn’t anything holding me back?” he nodded again.

“I do recall saying that, yes.” He settled on it as he waited patiently for your next move. Sylus was good at reading you, and he could tell right away that you were nervous and excited about whatever it was you had planned. He chuckled when you pushed his desk chair back just enough to toss one leg over his thigh. Both your legs were caging his own in his seating position, and you put your hands onto the armrests of the chair as you leaned down slightly to get into the man’s personal bubble.

Sylus looked fully entertained with the current position as you mulled through your head exactly how you wanted to state this. It had to be elegant. Had to be smart. There were only so many ways you could state the question, though. Perhaps if you just didn’t think and said the first thing on your mind it would work out better.

“I want to top you.” It wasn’t as elegant or smart as you’d hope, but Sylus liked it when you were straightforward and blunt. Your question didn’t seem to catch him off guard in the slightest as he leaned back in the chair to look you over, smirking.

“Did you really come all the way to my office so that you could ask me this?” his tone came out teasing as your antics clearly entertained him. If there was one thing Sylus could always count on, it was you making his day more interesting, “What? Couldn’t wait till later when we were going to bed? Or were you that desperate to…top me…that you had to interrupt my work?” oh now he was being the usual little shit you were so used to. He chuckled at the pout he saw on your lips as you tried shooting him a glare.

“Actually, I couldn’t wait. I wanted to fuck you right now, but you’re working, so I came all the way here.” Your words only made him chuckle more as he placed his hands on your waist, intent on dragging you properly into his lap. Maybe grind up into you so you could feel just how interested he was in your current…proposition. You almost locked your legs so he couldn’t drag you down, not unless he was really dedicated to the cause.

“Will you be able to handle it, sweetie?” he asked with a tilt of his head. As you expected, his attempt to pull you down didn’t work when he wasn’t trying, “While I am willing, I will say if you plan on having me be submissive for you, I’ll only go along if you make it worth my time.” Instead of tugging you down again, he opted to just squeeze your hips and make you squirm for a moment.

You grabbed his chin between your fingers and dragged him to look up at you. He still had that knowing smirk plastered on his face, the one that you just knew meant you were going to have to actually put in the effort if you wanted to dominate him, “Are you saying I’d be incapable of topping you, pretty boy?” your voice dropped a little bit as you looked down at him.

“I think you can do it, but I’m not sure how well you’ll do your first time around. I’m always here to let you try new things.” As long as you could actually make him submit to you was left unsaid but heavily implied.

“Honestly, I’m more worried about you,” you said, trailing off to look behind you at the duffel bag, “I got a few items to use today.” Sylus’ eyes didn’t go to look at the bag. Instead, he used the opportunity of your distraction to drag you onto his lap and elicit a gasp from you. Both your thighs were now on either side of his legs, and you widened your eyes in surprise before narrowing them. You hit his chest, about to say something, when you felt his hips roll into your own.

You fought back the groan, noticing that he was already hard, “So what did you grab?” he murmured, happy to have you on him. The weight of your body on his own was always nice; it was one of the reasons he enjoyed having you ride him. Grabbing at your hips to control the pace, sometimes using his evol so his hands could explore your body or even letting you fully take over while he sat back and enjoyed.

“Bring the bag over here, and I can show you.” Maybe if you had been standing, you would’ve grabbed it, but since he was deciding to play this game, he could do it now. He rolled his eyes, knowing what you were implying.

The number of times you had convinced him to use his evol to grab you something was, quite honestly, a bit entertaining. He still always went along with it, of course, having a hard time denying you really anything. Even the twins commented when they watched Sylus grab you something, saying that the man was whipped.

You could see the familiar red energy gathering and heard the shuffle of the bag as it came over and was placed on top of both of your laps. Your hand went to the zipper, slowly undoing it as you adjusted yourself on his lap, purposefully grinding on the man. He didn’t make a noise at your teasing, but you could feel how his cock twitched from underneath your ass now.

Your hands reached in, and you found yourself pulling out two very large toys. They were both red and unique in their design. The first one had a red and orange design, with a thick head that led to an even thicker base and heavy texture all over it. The second one was only slightly smaller, but the head was tapered, and it had thick bumps over the body. That one was colored a darker red with a black gradient at the base.

They were both marketed as demon dildos, found off one of your favorite toy sites. You had gotten them both in a medium as well, thinking maybe the large would be a bit much. They were already huge at their current size, the smaller of the two being seven inches with a girth you could barely wrap your hand around.

Sylus looked at the items in your hands, realizing when you said you wanted to fuck him, you really meant it. “You want to peg me?” he finally got out. Now this…this was a bit of a shock to him. He managed to play it off as more neutral, not letting you see just how thrown off he was.

He had expected a lot of things from you, but pegging wasn’t one of them. Not that he’d turn it down, oh no. In fact, he found himself rather intrigued by the entire thing. Hell, even his body reacted with a blooming heat in his stomach as he thought about what it would feel like to be filled up with his partner.

“You did tell me you’d be willing to try anything at least once.” You reminded him of a conversation you had months ago when discussing bedroom activities. You watched Sylus’ hand go over to the tubes connected to the toys, playing with the object as he spun it in his fingers.

“Kitten, what are these tubes for?” he asked, and you smirked. You took a syringe as well as a rather large bottle of lube that was white and, from what you had seen, very slick and sticky. When you tried it out to see the texture, it stuck to your fingers in a rather stringy fashion, and it looked just like cum.

“That, Sy, is so I can breed you,” you stated as a matter of fact, “The syringe will even warm up the lube just slightly above the normal body temperature so you can feel it…you’re welcome.” Honestly, you had been pretty damn proud of this one. It had been expensive, but it wasn’t like you were spending your own money. Sylus was always insistent that you use his card if you plan to splurge on anything. Sure, he probably hadn’t anticipated it would be used to buy giant demon dicks with cum tubes to peg him with, but that was how life worked out sometimes.

“You want to…breed me?” he was still managing to remain calm and collected over the entire ordeal, but even he didn’t know how to respond to this. Not that he needed to; his dick underneath you had twitched at your statement and was clearly interested in the prospect, “Darling, you know that’s impossible, right?”

“See, you say impossible; I say we should try it out and see. Maybe a few times. Like a couple of creampies every day can’t hurt, right?” you chuckled, and he closed his eyes and shook his head. Of course, you’d go with something like this; he could never put it past you to come up with insane ideas. Sylus had tried many things with you in bed, but letting you fill him up with fake cum was a new one. Not to mention that the syringe looked huge, and he was certain you didn’t plan on just filling it up a little bit.

“Of course, how careless of me to not even let you try,” he said as he went to take one of the toys from your hand. He grabbed the red and black one with the tapered head, “I assume I’m given a choice between these two?” he gave it an experimental squeeze.

“You would be correct!” honestly, you had expected him to go with the smaller option, but a small part of you really wanted him to go with the larger size so you could watch him squirm as he took the blunt head into him. Maybe next time, you’d be railing him with the big one.

“This one.” He said, squeezing the silicone toy again. The firmness wasn’t too soft and wasn’t too hard. It reminded you just a bit of a soft dick, honestly, only being slightly firmer, so it could actually go inside of someone. “Perhaps if you’re any good at this, we can try the other one another time. I’ll admit, I’ve never…” inserted something into his ass like this? Probably not a shocker.

You didn’t know how many partners Sylus had in the past or if you were the only one. Honestly, it was a question you never bothered to ask, judging by how you knew you were the only one in his life currently, which was all you cared about. The man was an enigma, but you were certain if he had been with others, he was always on top. He had an imposing height and a muscular build, not to mention the aura about him just screamed dominant most of the time.

There had been many times people were shocked when they found him obediently listening to you. He would do his own thing, sure, but when it came to you, he was listening and doing what he was told. In bed, it was the same thing; he could be dominant and flip you over to absolutely demolish you, sure, but other times, you’d see a more submissive side.

The entire reason you had this idea was due to last week when you decided to try and choke him. He had come instantly and had whined about it. It was probably the hottest thing he had ever done, and you wanted to make him completely bottom for you. The best part about the situation is he didn’t seem embarrassed by it; rather, he was aroused and encouraging you to continue riding him that night, needing more of you.

“Are you certain you didn’t want to try riding one of these toys instead?” his voice cut off your inner ramblings, and you looked up at him in confusion. The tip of his finger was playing with the head of the other dildo in your hand. You looked at the large item and shook your head.

“If I want a dick,” you said as you placed the toy back into the bag. Your hand then went down to begin working Sylus’ pants off, “I have a warm one right here. Plus, this one moves inside of me.” You commented with a chuckle, unzipping him so you could lay your hand over the bulge in his underwear. His dick was always warm and so responsive, not to mention he was huge. He was probably about the size of the dick you’d be fucking him with today.

“Noted,” Sylus said, taking in a shaky breath when he felt how your hand cupped him through his pants, playing with his cock. There was already a wet spot right where the tip was that you were playing with your finger. You tossed the bag onto the ground as you began fishing out his dick from his underwear to grab it properly and give it a few lazy strokes. “However,” his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

You didn’t even see him put the other toy onto the desk, most likely using his evol, so he had a free hand. He was now grabbing your chin as he dragged you closer so his lips were almost pressing into your own, “If you fail to meet my expectations, then,” the hand grabbing your wrist left, and he used his evol again to grab the other, larger toy, “I get to put this in you.”

That toy was definitely larger than his own dick, and the head itself away about the same size as the shaft. You looked between him and the large toy, “Um, there’s no way that’s going to fit inside of me.” Not without it burning and causing you to limp afterward. Shockingly, you didn’t feel like destroying yourself today.

“Yet you wanted to put it inside of me?” he asked with an amused huff.

“Listen, the booty hole is like…different from the coochie. It can fit more into it. You can handle it.” You said the last part of your sentence was in the same tone he always used when he was trying new things on you. Either that or edging you…or bringing you into a state of absolute overstimulation.

Sylus paused for a moment, “Are those really the words we’re going to be using tonight?” he asked, clearly not amused by your childish lingo.

“Cooter. Poop shoot.” You easily supplied, “I can make it worse.” You said cheekily.

“You’re making me get soft…I didn’t even think that was possible with you in my lap.” That got a laugh out of you as you shook your head.

“Fine, your ass is different from my pussy. That make you feel better?” you said, and he smirked before finally dragging you down into a kiss. You groaned against him, your tongue prodding at his mouth as he let you in. He didn’t bother fighting you in the kiss; instead, he let you explore him as you leaned closer, your hands grabbing onto his shirt. You could feel his cock against your stomach, and you shivered. You almost wanted to ride him before you fucked him, but you also didn’t want to tire yourself out just yet. Instead, you parted from his mouth and kissed the corner for a moment.

Now that all the discussion was out of the way, you were getting off his lap and standing up. You held out your hand for him to take, and he happily took it. It always amazed you with how large his hands were, watching as his fingers entwined with your own and practically engulfed you. You loved how sensual it could be when he held it while fucking you, and you shivered as you recalled the other night.

You tugged at him so he’d be standing, and the moment he was on his feet, you easily pivoted him, so he was spun around. You pushed him down onto the desk and watched as he unclasped his hand from your own so he could grip the edge. His ass was halfway on it as he looked down at you in question. “Oh, you wanted to do this today…in here?” he asked, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Why else would I have brought the stuff with me?” you said with a quirk of your brow, “Besides, you’re the one who tells me if I want something, I should just take it. And you’ve also put me on a kitchen counter before and fucked my brains out, so honestly, this is pretty normal for us.” You shrugged.

Besides, there was a thrill of doing things like this where someone could hear you, something that you had picked up long ago that Sylus seemed to like. You were certain that if someone were to actually see you two, he might be a bit mad and hide you from sight, but the thought of it always got him hard.

“I suppose it is.” He said with a shrug. It wasn’t like you guys ever had to worry about someone just barging in. Everyone knew to knock before coming into his office; even the twins wouldn’t dare just waltz in when they knew he was working. They always knocked before so they wouldn’t have to worry about getting yelled at. The only one in the entire base who could just stroll in here at any time was you.

“Well, I’m glad you’re finally starting to take action,” he said as he adjusted himself. “But is this really the best place?” he asked with a small huff. His hand slowly went down the grain of the wood on the desk, taking a quick glance at it then back at you, as if silently asking you if this is really what you were envisioning.

“Oh? Are you telling me it might be uncomfortable for you to be fucked on a random surface?” you said, your tone now mocking. He seemed to have gotten the hint as he shook his head.

“No, I was just thinking maybe you’d like a lower surface so it’ll be easier for you. If this is how you want me, I won’t complain.” The desk was a little high up, but you would be able to get the right angle. It wouldn’t be too hard to fuck him on the desk. Besides, you weren’t opposed to grabbing a step stool if push came go shove. As long as you got to your end goal, you were happy.

Once Sylus had stopped complaining, you began working him out of his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off to the side. Your hands wrapped around his thighs, squeezing them and feeling how the muscles flexed underneath your grasp. He looked good, as per usual, as your hands began to glide over his body. You pushed up his black shirt, hands going underneath to feel his chest. Sylus watched you with interest, allowing your touch to just roam his body and feel his heat.

Then you were back to grabbing his thighs; you walked closer and began pushing him down properly onto the desk, your hands going to scatter papers to be out of the way. Sylus let out a short gasp as he watched, his own body moving to work himself onto the desk, but the man was smirking. He gave you a knowing look as he worked on adjusting himself some, getting comfortable on the hard desk under him.

“You know, some of those papers have million-dollar deals on them.” Sylus pointed out as he watched some of the pieces of parchment fall gracefully onto the ground. You began moving up from the man’s hips until your hand was just barely hovering above his dick. You barely even glanced at the papers, not caring in the slightest as to what was on them. Besides, maybe you just saved a few people from getting screwed over by a bad deal by tossing their things off the desk.

“Crazy how that’s not a me problem.” Besides, the man had made several deals on a daily basis, you felt. So what if some important documents were scattered? It would still be on the floor, and you were certain Sylus was smart enough to figure it out. You had more important worries right now, like getting the man off and then listening to him whine underneath you. Those priorities came before some million dollar deal weapons deal.

With that thought in mind, your hand was now grasping his dick and giving it a few slow pumps. The pre cum was already collected onto the head, and a small amount had dribbled off the tip and down the shaft. Your hand wrapped around the girth as your thumb swiped some of the sticky fluid, “Sweetheart,” Sylus cooed, “As much as I enjoy your hand being here, I thought you wanted to-ah!” you squeezed the base of his cock while glaring up at him.

“We’re getting there, Sy, but I get to decide when you get fucked. Be a good boy for once.” You scoffed and looked around. The items from earlier were still at the edge of the desk, the few things you didn’t scatter due to the fact that you’d be needing them.

“Be a good boy?” Sylus echoed, “And why would I do that? If I recall correctly, you’re seldom good for me.” You grabbed the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You then turned to shoot him a warning look as you grabbed the syringe from earlier and filled it up with the lube for later. You then poured some onto your hand and spread your fingers, watching the white substance cling to your hand in a web-like formation.

“I just match your energy, is all.” You said with a smirk, “Now lay down fully on your back for me.” You could see the cogs in his head turning as he decided if he was really going to be doing that. You rolled your eyes and, with a clean hand, pushed down on his chest hard until his back was meeting the wood of the desk, “And you call me a brat…” you mutter out. You swore the man called you a brat because he was projecting.

“You are a-.” He was cut off again as you pressed a finger against his entrance. He groaned and bit the inside of his cheek as he looked down, trying to get a view of what you were doing. Honestly, you were a little surprised with how easily your finger slipped inside of him, pressing into the warmth that was his ass.

Your eyes were wide as you slowly took it out and then pressed back in. Sylus wasn’t making too much noise; hell, he wasn’t even squirming. He seemed more transfixed on the fact that you were inside of him rather than the actual feeling of it. He was so warm on the inside, for for a split second, you were almost mad you didn’t have an actual dick. You think if you did, you could die from how good he would feel inside. You were certain they had some evol sex toys that would let you feel it, so perhaps some day you’d invest his money into some.

You were even able to slip a second finger into him with relative ease, and in the back of your head, you were wondering if he was lying about never doing this. Then again, Sylus never lied to you. If he didn’t want to tell you something, he’d either change the topic or tease you, but he never lied to your face. “Sy, have you ever…?” you asked as you curled your fingers up to try and find his prostate; you knew the general area that it should be in.

Sylus let out an airy laugh, “No, kitten; I just know how to relax.” He stated, and then it was followed by a loud groan as your fingers apparently found what they were looking for. You smirked as you began curling your fingers into that spot every time you pushed your digits back into him. It felt different, like a small bulge in him, the bundle of nerves being like an instant pleasure button that you were happy to have found.

“You sure that’s it, and it’s not because you’re a little slut for me, Sy?” he gasped at being called that, his eyes narrowing, but you could see the subtle turn of his lips as he tried not to smirk.

“You sure are something,” Sylus murmured, but the way his cock had twitched made you hide your own laugh. His dick was now drooling onto his stomach as you grasped it with your free hand and began pumping his cock in time with how you fingered him. He was squirming and groaning as he rolled his hips up into your hand, wanting more as he was now starting to feel good. The fingers alone were okay, the prostate was amazing, but now that you were also pumping his cock with your hand?

“D-did you -mhn- plan on having me cum like this, or on your cock, sweetie?” his voice wasn’t wrecked yet, but he was at the point where he was moaning in the middle of his sentences. It was different from usual, normally he managed to keep his voice fairly steady while speaking in the middle of fucking you. This more submissive side of him was going to drive you absolutely wild.

“You close already? I can feel your cock pulsing in my hand, and you’re already making a mess of yourself. Quicker than I thought, you must like having your ass played with.” You teased, your fingers scissoring into him as you attempted to get him stretched out for your strap. “You’re so wet, Sy, what a whore.”

Sylus let out another groan, feeling like he was already on the edge, “D-didn’t answer my question, sweetie.” He said, holding himself back now. The names you were throwing at him was driving him absolutely wild right now. Your pace got faster, your hand easily pumping his dick with the slick he had produced to help you along with the glide. He let out another gasp as he squeezed his eyes shut for a second.

“I’ve seen your stamina, babes; you can go for a few rounds.” You commented, and after he was essentially told it was fine, his cum began coating your hand as you pumped him, some landing on his abs and dribbling down to his hips. He let out a few grunts, rocking his hips into your hand. You could feel the way his ass tightened around your fingers, practically trying to suck them in further as you worked him through it. There was an involuntary shudder that went down your spine at the sensation as you bit on your lower lip to hide your own groan.

He was always so pretty when he came, how his mouth hung open in a moan, his eyelashes fluttering, and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He was arching off the desk as he came, and after a few moments, he began relaxing again, the aftershock wracking through him. He was panting subtly, and as you took your hand off his dick and placed it over his chest, you could feel how his heart was jackhammering as if trying to escape from his own chest. His pulse was always high, but in moments like this it was almost concerning.

“Such a good boy…” you murmured as you brought your hand up to your face. You licked up his release, groaning at the salty, bitter taste of it. You could see his dick twitching as he watched you clean up his cum, and you stuck your tongue out to show him the milky fluid in your mouth before you closed and swallowed it down. He always loved it when you swallowed his release, and while you weren’t sure as to why, you were more than happy to indulge him if it had him moaning just from the sight.

Your hands went back down to his thighs, squeezing them as you admired his form. He had dorito-shaped proportions, something you had once teased him about, but damn if you didn’t love it. His chest was honestly perfect for laying on with how wide it was, and you wished you could see him in a corset to accentuate his waist.

You were tempted to take off his shirt so you could stare at his tits for a while as you fucked him, but instead, you opted to just push it all the way up to his chin. Your fingers went along his nipples, ghosting over them until you decided to quickly pinch at the perky buds.

Sylus groaned from underneath you and glared, “If you plan on fucking me, I’d hurry up before I change my mind and make a mess out of you instead.” Sylus said after noticing how you were currently content with just teasing him.

“So impatient,” you cooed and began working your own pants off now, “Didn’t realize how needy you’d be; guess you couldn’t wait for my cock, huh pretty bird?” you shucked off your pants and kicked them aside, revealing a nice harness underneath. The black leather looked good against you as it squeezed at your hips and thighs, letting some of the skin there bulge out. The sides even had two little red gems on top of the buckles.

It was clearly to Sylus’ liking as he placed his hand over your hip, tracing over the straps of the harness. His finger grazed over the red gem on the side before giving the leather strap a small tug, testing to see how tight it would be on you. After he was satisfied that it fit correctly, his hand went to your thigh and squeezed it gently before letting go of you.

You took the dildo from the side of the desk and undid the harness enough to slip it behind. Thankfully, you had practiced this part, grabbing the silicone toy and squeezing it through the metal o-ring until just the base was pressed against your pubic mound. You adjusted the straps again, making sure they were nice and tight around you and not able to move when you began fucking him.

“Kitten, I think if anyone is desperate, it’s you.” He said as you grabbed the lube and began slathering it all over the dildo. Your hand jerking it off and as you stood, looming over him, Sylus’ mind started going blank. He didn’t think it was possible to find you even sexier than he normally saw you, but seeing you with a strap and happily jerking it was doing things to him. His dick practically jumped when your hands grabbed at his thighs, the fake cock falling on top of his own as you leaned over. The hand you had used to jerk the fake dick off while coating it with lube now smeared onto his skin, causing a small shiver to escape him.

“Kitten? Me?” you said, pushing his legs up so they’d be bent at the knee, “You’re the one who’s going to be purring.” You joked as you adjusted yourself between his parted legs. Sylus groaned, then looked off to the side. He could see the tube that jutted out from the side of the dildo base, the syringe right next to you on the desk, and completely filled with the sticky, white cum lube that apparently was now warmed.

“You’re serious about using that?” he finally got out, noticing how your fingers were splaying over his legs. You leaned over to one, kissing his calf and looking down at him. Sylus honestly wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was both intrigued by it, but also just hesitant if he’d like the feeling. Hell, would he even be able to feel it? You had really set out to make him the most submissive he’s ever been.

“Of course, I wanna watch my cum dribble out of your cute hole, Sy,” he groaned at your open honesty. He wasn’t used to being spoken to like this, and honestly, he didn’t think you had it in you, but at this rate, he was almost tempted to bottom for you more often just to hear those filthy words leaving your mouth. Still, he wasn’t about to just back down from the challenge as he watched you take one hand to grasp your fake cock and line it against his entrance.

“You have ten minutes to convince me this is a good idea,” Sylus stated as you were now pushing the very tip right past the tight ring of muscle.

“Or what?” you asked, watching as the head was now inside of him. You heard him gasp at the intrusion, the item larger than your fingers, and stretching him out, “You were the one who came earlier from me fingering you. I’m pretty sure you like this. Besides, with an ass like yours, it’s practically begging to be played with.”

Sylus bit back another groan as he watched you adjust his legs now that you were somewhat nestled inside of him. You were placing his legs around your hips right now, letting him wrap them around you, “If you can’t make me cum just from this in ten minutes, you’re taking it out of me so I can pin you to the desk.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, so you want me to milk your prostate is what you’re saying?” you were pushing more of the demon cock into him, watching as he gasped from the feeling of it filling him up, “Baby boy, I fully plan on taking away your ability to walk straight.” You said as you finally bottomed out. You looked up at his face, noticing how his jaw was currently clenched and his eyes were closed. He was taking deep breaths as he willed himself to get used to the feeling of you inside of him.

Your hands smoothed over his hips as you felt his legs dragging you closer, his ankles locking behind you. One of his hands was now above his head, grasping the edge of the desk, and his other was reaching up to tug on the edge of your shirt as if attempting to drag you down.

You gave a small, experimental roll of your hips into him, and he groaned, arching his back up as he watched you through lidded eyes. You made the motion again, and this time, his mouth hung open as he panted slightly, his exposed chest heaving with labored breathing, “You seem to be enjoying this already.” You comment, your hold on his hips tightened as you properly began drawing out the dildo.

“I a-adore your voice, ah, but please shut up and f-ah!” the moan was punched out of him as you slammed the cock back inside of him. You didn’t bother waiting for him to try and speak again as you began properly thrusting into him, feeling how his grasp on your shirt got tighter and his eyebrows pinched together as he focused on the feeling of you inside of him.

The man had never felt full like this, and honestly, he liked the feeling. He briefly wondered if this is what you felt like, every time he fucked you on his own length. That thought had him gasping, as well as how you began angling your hips to thrust upwards into the area you knew his prostate was. The motioned earned a muffled keen from him as he chewed on his body lip and made a solid attempt to not show you how much he was enjoying this.

“Shit, Sy,” you groaned out, already feeling a little breathless, “You’re so fucking wet. Look at how your dick is drooling all over you. Such a messy boy.” You groaned, noticing how his pre cum was now mixing with his earlier release on his abs. His dick bounced every time you thrust back into his tight hole, and you could see how his tits were jiggling along with your movements. He looked so good like this, and you were reminded how you always stared at his chest when he worked out. You had to do this more often just to watch them bounce like this.

Sylus couldn’t even get out a response as you found a consistent angle to graze his prostate as your movements got harsher. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he liked it when you were rougher with him, letting out pretty moans the moment your thrusts got to the point bordering on painful. His grip at the end of his desk tightened, and you could hear the slightest splintering of wood underneath him as he literally began breaking that part of the desk. As much as you’d love to comment on it, he was dragging your body down and pressing his mouth against yours now.

He was moaning into the kiss, a high pitch keen leaving him as your pace didn’t falter. It was sloppy, his tongue desperately seeking out your mouth as you drank in all of his little noises. You could tell he was close, his legs managing to drag you in even closer as the wet smacking noises from your kiss and the fake cock pounding into his ass echoed in the room. Your hand went to find the syringe, fully planning on filling him up.

Right as you were about to press the object, there was a sudden knock on the door. Whoever it was clearly either being dense or somehow deaf if they couldn’t figure out what the noises inside were. Your pace paused for a moment, and Sylus let out a whine before his eyes widened as you both turned to the door, where someone’s knuckles hit as they knocked again.

“Boss?” It sounded like Keiran, “Luke and I,” Keiran began speaking, but the moment you knew it was him, you began thrusting back into Sylus. This time, your boyfriend took his hand off your shirt and slapped it over his mouth, trying to muffle the lewd moans escaping him. You weren’t even bothering to listen to what Keiran had to say, instead working on making it known what you were doing to his boss. Sylus’ attempt to muffle his noises didn’t help, not with how close he already was.

“Sy, Keiran needs you. Why don’t you let him know you’re busy? Don’t want him trying to barge in if you don’t say something.” You chuckled, your hand splaying over his pubic area. You weren’t about to play with his cock just yet, instead waiting for the right moment. Sylus shot a glare at you but slowly removed his hand from his mouth, his small whimpers filling the room as you fucked his needy hole. For a second you weren’t sure he could even speak, not with how when he opened his mouth a loud groan escaped it.

“I-I’m mhm fuck b-busy!” he managed to cry out, which was followed by an absolutely pornographic moan. It was silent on the other side of the door, and then you suddenly heard footsteps leading away from the door. Keiran processed exactly what he was hearing. You chuckled as your hands left the man’s hips, deciding the way his legs locked around you would give you enough leverage in your thrusting.

You grabbed his cock in one hand, thrusting it at the same pace as your hips. He keened from the touch, and you felt how his cock was throbbing in your grasp, already about to cum once again. Your other hand found the syringe next to you, and you finally pressed down on it.

Sylus cried out, feeling the warmth filling him up and dribbling out of his hole. Your eyes focused down at his entrance, where you watched the white lube dribble onto the desk. Then he tried speaking, his voice coming out cracked as he attempted to warn you, but it was too late. His cock shot out cum, harder than you had ever seen it. The cum shot managed to reach his chest and even a bit on his chin. He was whining as you worked him through it, the white liquids mixing with his body and getting on your hand.

His legs kept you close as he locked you into place around his body, his hips trying to thrust as he squirmed underneath you. You had never seen Sylus so wrecked and needy during your entire time together, and it was a treat. Seeing how red his face was, how his chest heaved with every shaky breath. His tongue was almost falling out of his mouth as he arched into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Then he found himself slowly coming down from his high, his body relaxing back onto the desk and becoming completely lax. You grabbed his hips, enjoying how he was finally relaxed and content, his unfocused, lidded eyes looking at you. For once, his eyebrows didn’t have a furrow; it reminded you of when he was asleep for a moment as he tried to come back down to earth. Sylus couldn’t recall if he had ever cum that hard in his life; the only thing on his mind was how good that all felt and how he had to do it again one day. Hell, maybe even do it again later today if he could ever get his brain back into his head.

“Well, did I make it worth your time?” You asked after it looked like he’d be able to hear you again. He groaned, squirming a little bit underneath you, as you wiped your cum coated hand on his hip to clean it off. He tried shooting you a small glare at the gesture, but he realized it was only making you smirk.

“I-I guess we could do that again…” Sylus finally got out and began relaxing his legs. He unlocked his ankles and let them fall to the side, his thighs squishing up against the desk as he relaxed his grip on the now splintered edge of the desk. He’d have to buy a new desk at some point, or maybe he’d leave it there as a reminder of what transpired today. He didn’t feel like making decisions right now, though.

Your hands went to the shirt that was still bunched up around his chest as you worked it off him, Sylus only helping slightly as you removed the piece of clothing and tossed it to the side. It had some cum on it now, so you doubted he’d want to wear it out of here. You knew the man kept spare clothes in his office after one particular incident where you both ruined his clothes after you decided to rip them off him in a desperate attempt to get to him.

You leaned forward, pressing small kisses along his neck and watching him shuffle underneath you, a small sigh escaping him, “We can do this again, cutie?” you asked as you finally began taking out the strap once you were standing back up. You had to hold back a groan when you watched the cum lube dribble out of his ass now that there was nothing to plug it up anymore. Your fingers went down, scooping some up and fingering it back into him. Sylus gasped at the intrusion, looking down at your hands as he realized just how sensitive he was at the moment, but he still managed to nod and answer your question.

“Glad you’re down to do this again, though, it would be a shame if we never got to use the other dildo on you.” You murmured, noticing how much of his cum was now on his body. You honestly hadn’t expected it to shoot up that far, and you wondered if he even could tell there was some cum on his chin and neck.

“A true shame…” his tone was almost mocking but soon turned to a moan when he felt your mouth on his thighs. He looked down, noticing how you leaned over to lick at some of the sweat collected on his inner thighs.

“W-what are you…” he muttered when he felt how you were licking at some of the cum that you had smeared onto him. You watched as his abs tightened, and his cock seemed to twitch with renewed interest in the sensation. Your mouth trailed over until your tongue came out to lick a thick strip up his shaft, and he groaned when you collected the cum that had gotten there. You then moved to his abs, and he let out a whimper.

“W-wait, don’t,” he murmured as he realized just how hard he was getting again. Not that he minded completely; it wasn’t uncommon for you guys to go a few rounds together. He was just so sensitive right now that he couldn’t mask the whine that escaped him.

“Don’t what?” you asked, loving his reactions, “Do this?” you took the head of his dick and popped it into your mouth, giving it a harsh suck. He keened at the feeling as you let it fall out of your mouth. Your tongue began exploring again, licking at his pubic mound and then up to his chest, collecting his release as you went. Your mouth sucked again when you got to his throat, leaving a small mark right on his Adam’s apple.

You heard a thunk as his head hit the back of the desk, and he let out a wanton moan, loving the warm and wet sensation as you peppered a few more kisses here and there. Finally, you were moving to lick the release on his chin before you grabbed at it, forcing his mouth open and spitting into it. He groaned when he could taste the bitterness of his cum, but he still swallowed what you had given him.

“We should get you cleaned up properly.” You muttered and were about to stand back up when you felt his hand on the back of your neck. He dragged you back down for a kiss, and you groaned into it, feeling how his tongue played with your own as he kissed you. He was still panting, and you adored how even his kiss was a bit unfocused and tired. When you parted, you wiped off a bit of saliva from his glossy, kiss-swollen lips.

“Just hand me my pants,” he murmured, “You said I had stamina, and you haven’t gotten to cum yet…although we should probably move this to the bedroom.” He said, realizing if you guys continued in here, then his desk might actually break from your enthusiasm.

“Fine…but I’m still in charge,” you said with a smirk, “And your face would probably make an amazing seat today.” You were already getting back up and working on the strap out of your harness. You tossed it to the chair, deciding you guys could clean up tomorrow. You had far more pressing matters to attend to, mainly dealing with how slick you were. Even your inner thighs were coated in it at this point.

“Whatever you want, sweetie. You’re in charge for the rest of the evening.”

[lilyarchived]

behind closed doors [simon "ghost" riley]

a/n: URGH this idea literally came from a silly twitter picture, PLEASE SEND ASKS YOU CAN SEE HOW DESPERATE I AM FOR IDEAS!! Also thank you for the love on my first post, you guys are awesome!

warnings: gn! reader, reader has a breakdown, jealousy, cursing, angst (to fluff), 0.7k words.

summary: you overheard a conversation that included you, and it wasn't a positive talk.

"Ghost, please. leave me alone." you whimper as you walk away from your lieutenant just following behind you. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” he replies in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. 

You were wandering through the base, having done all the tasks Price had assigned ya. Hearing a familiar deep voice in one of the rooms, you were about to enter but a flash of hesitation hit you once you heard your name. “[mumbled] and what [scrambled] about [scrambled] [Y/N]?” muttered soap, his voice an unserious tone. You gulp, wondering if the context was negative or positive. “What about them?” your heart drops, did he really think nothing of you? Of course not, you were overthinking, you assure yourself this was just ghost being ghost. “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and [mumbled] have something going on?” your smile reappears after soap’s suspicion. You were about to burst in, smiling, before hearing ghost’s voice once more. “What? No. There was never ‘anything’ between us.”

 Oh. Tears blur your vision before hearing soap say “Ah. So you’re pretty serious about this one you’ve been talking to, huh?” You run away before your heart shatters even more.

“Don’t bullshit me Simon. I heard you in there with Johnny.” You finally turn around once you’re out in the training field, only this time it was empty. You’ve never seen it this empty. What a strange sight. You bring your hands up to your head, fuzzying your hair as you scoff and fold your arms, waiting for ghost to respond. He just looks at you with those same deadpanned eyes, only this time it was laced with a confused look. “What?” he voices in a hushed manner.

 You could only fall to the rough ground as you broke down in an out-of-breath manner. Hearing Simon's footstep’s rummage through and leveling with you to hold you in his arms, his grasp tight as he hushes your cries.

“[Y/N], did you get those files i asked yo-” he barely got to finish his sentence before you dropped them at his hands and began to make your way out. “Gotta go, I'll see you later, Kyle.” you utter, quickly shutting the door behind you. “What’s up with them?” Simon asked Kyle, eyes wide with how the normally-clingy [Y/N] was now being avoidant. “You cannot be that fucking stupid, LT.” Kyle remarked. “What?” ghost asked, voice slightly raised now. Gaz scoffs, “You shit talked them to Soap, you think they wouldn’t find out?” he added. “I never said anythi- fuck. I wasn’t-” Kyle just raised an eyebrow, letting his lieutenant explain himself. “I was telling Johnny how much i like them.” Kyle drops his pen whilst smirking, clearly intrigued now. “Go after them, idiot!” he yells, as Simon bolts outside, in search of you.

And now here you were, in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. ‘How pathetic.’ you think. “Do I mean nothing to you? All those nights, those- stupid breaks I spent with you, getting to know you, nothing?” Simon’s heart aches as he hears your broken voice, feeling immense guilt creep up. “[Y/N], I was telling Johnny how I wanted to be with you.” your sobs quiet down, trying to process what he just said. “There’s no one else?” you whisper, silent cries slipping.

“Really? And what about that gyal you were talking to, Sarah? still want [Y/N]?” – “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and Sarah have something going on?”

He was denying ever having ‘something’ with a different girl. It all seems foolishly funny now. You laugh through your tear stained cheeks as you punch Ghost on the chest playfully. "i hate you." your voice softer than before, if that were even possible. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” he explained, in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. Only this time, it held more emotion than ever.

[thedivinetexts]

uhh. sorta brat tamer!price punishing reader for flirting with ghost? overstim, daddy kink, afab terminology. he calls you his good girl a few times

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you act like you don't understand why he's doing this to you.

price has you on your elbows and knees — well, knees. your arms gave out after the last orgasm, leaving you to claw at the sheets for any shred of stability. you're still recovering from it, breaths coming out as gasping little things in between the whimpers and whines. the pads of his thick fingers continue to circle your clit, unrelenting even after wringing three orgasms from you so far.

your hips try to jolt away from his touch, his rough callouses just on the wrong side of too much, but price's other hand is firm on your hip. you won't be able to escape him unless he lets you.

"j-john," you keen, voice warbling pathetically, "please, it's - it's too much -!"

your complaint melts into a little squeal as he stops circling your clit, only to pinch it between his thick digits. he coos darkly at your shaking.

"shhshh, darlin', you can take it." he says. his voice is sickly sweet, a condescending comfort. "this is your punishment, sweet'eart. you can be a good girl for me and take it, right?"

you shake your head in an almost frantic manner, absolutely sure that you can't. he murmurs some more sweet nothings at the almost sobbed protests that spill from you. he wouldn't be surprised if you are crying, honestly. 'specially when he starts up again; light and quick, this time.

"no? love, you deserve this, remember?" price reminds you, voice a low rumble. he keeps a careful eye on the trembling of your thighs, ready to support you himself if he's gotta. ready to pull away, if you're really spent enough to call it. "you spent all evening hangin' off Simon, did'ya think I was gonna let that slide? you're mine, love. I'm jus' remindin' you."

"sorry — I'm s-sorry — please, please," you immediately start to gasp. he thinks it's adorable how quickly you start begging for his mercy once you remember what you're being punished for.

"theeeere you go," he groans. your mewling apologies and pleading is like music to his ears. "Sing fo' me, lovie."

hangin' off ghost, honestly. like the man wouldn't notice a pretty young thing like you watching him the whole night at the bar. like he wouldn't be chomping at the bit to get a piece of you, if you got too close.

price expects you to behave around his lads; you know they're ravenous dogs, waiting for his scraps. it's price who decides when to share what's on his plate though, not you. what morsel has a say in who gets to eat them?

"have ya learned your lesson, sweet'eart?" price asks in the same condescending tone as before. you're too far to care about the slightly mean note to his words, other than the fact it makes you clench around nothing. price chuckles when he sees it. "yeah, baby? ready to be a good girl for daddy?"

you nod jerkily, and price clicks his tongue at you. you know better — he needs words outta you, not just empty-headed gestures. in the meantime, his fingers continue to stroke your sensitive clit, making your hips jump in his hand. it is a punishment, after all.

"i'll be good," you sob the promise. even though it stings, you can't help but rock back onto his fingers, desperate for more. for something more filling. "john - ah, daddy, please, i need your cock, please!"

his fingers are off you in a flash. you almost collapse, relief and disappointment at the lack of stimulation mixing into neediness. you don't have to wait more than a moment before price is flipping you around. muscles flexing, clearly not breaking a sweat as he manhandles you onto your back. he parts your legs, not that you make an effort to shut them. you're too worn out to fight, even if you wanted. you don't, though. he can see the want in your eyes.

"there's my good girl," price groans, reaching between your legs again to prod your puffy lips apart. you whine half-heartedly at him, and he pays it no mind. too busy reaching into his trousers to free his aching cock. it looks an angry red after being neglected for your punishment. he groans, low and deep, as he slides the tip through your folds with almost no resistance. "didn't even have'ta tell you to beg for it. you're so wet f'r me, aren't ya, love?"

"please," you whimper. you feel almost like a broken record, but price clearly enjoys it, the way his eyes somehow go a shade darker.

"alrigh', sweet girl, i got you. i know what'cha need."

price could tease you longer, but he's got a soft spot for you. how can he say no to those tears streaking down your cheeks, especially when you don't even seem to notice them. you took his punishment — it'll be another week or two before you start flirting with one of his boys again. for now he'll give you what you want.

he pushes into you in one fluid movement thanks to the slickness of your cunt. it knocks the wind out of your lungs, head craned backwards and eyes fluttering. the both of you moan in unison; his a low timber and yours a high gasp. you rock against him as soon as he's hilted in you — desperate for another release, this time around his cock. as it ought to be.

for a moment price watches you fuck yourself using his cock with half-lidded eyes, reveling in your enthusiasm. depravity, maybe. whichever it is, he enjoys the view.

then he snaps his hips forwards. you choke on a moan, hands flitting between clawing at the sheets and clawing at his arms. price sets a quick pace; he knows you've got to be exhausted by now. as much as he'd love to spend another hour or eight fucking into your wet, warm heat, he can tell you won't last. already you're clenching down around him, chanting ah ah ahs that has him growling back.

"jus' like tha'," he groans, dropping his head to bury against your neck. your arms wrap around his chest, nails pulling at hair just the way he likes. he might not last either at this rate. he can feel the vibrations of your voice as he plants kisses along your neck — you sound gorgeous. broken.

he shifts his hips, fucking up where he knows your sensitive spot is, and listens to you wail. price nips at your jugular and pounds at the spot. your hands scrabble against his back and he lifts his eyes just in time to see yours roll back. he didn't think you could get any tighter but you do — always making daddy proud, the way you surprise him. he groans again as you come around him, his own thrusts stuttering from their previous machine-like pace. it only takes a few more whimpers from you before he's spilling deep inside. he fucks the both of you through it slowly, before he finally relaxes on top of you.

the two of you lay panting for a few minutes, basking in your afterglow. he gathers you close and presses a kiss to your forehead. chuckles when you pull away, whining petulantly at the beard scratching at you.

"tha's my good lass," he murmurs. "go to sleep, love. i'll clean ya up."

[chamomiletealeaf]

This was kind of inspired by the conversation @captainswhore and I had about Price getting horny watching you wash his car in a bikini lol but I decided to write this with Soap.

Warnings: tit fucking, playful banter, suggestive gestures and innuendos, Johnny makes reader orgasm from water pressure from a hose 🫣

Soap on leave seeing you, a cute little thing at a charity car wash washing someone's car and imagining how you'd look all soaked and wet from the sudsy water while you washed his 4 Runner (@brewed-pangolin has me fully convinced Soap has a 4 Runner).

You're wearing a white T-shirt and a pretty little yellow bikini underneath it while you and your friends wash people's cars for donations for veterans.

Soap sees the sign and smirks to himself, knowing he could probably get himself a private show watching you wash his car if he pulled the military card on you.

He pulls up and you go up to his car letting him know about the cause and asking if he'd be willing to donate in exchange for a car wash.

He smiles at you and says:

"Of course lass, I'm a soldier myself. This is very sweet of you." He says as he shows you his identification.

Your eyes light up as you smile big.

"Oh! Then you don't need to pay anything! I'd be happy to wash your car for you for free sir!" You say so enthusiastically it almost melts Johnny's heart.

Then he smirks devilishly as he lowers his voice a little bit.

"Say, if you insist on washing this dirty ol' thing for free then I gotta give you something in return at least huh bonnie." He says and you blush, noting the smirk on his face and tone of voice in his suggestive statement.

"Oh no sir, don't worry about it, I'd be happy to do it for nothing in return. Least I can do for all of your service." You say, then add one more thing quietly after looking around to see if anyone would hear, but your friends are busy with other customers.

"If you'd like, you can drive around back and I can give you a private show." You say, feeling more confident and he smiles.

"Sounds lovely lass." He says, and you bite back a smile then direct him around to the back.

You grab a bucket and sponge and walk back to meet him.

When you get back there, you're surprised to see that he's outside of his car, leaning against the wall waiting for you and he notices your shock.

"What? I'm getting a private show, might as well make sure I see all of it." He says and you giggle, the handsome man making you feel ditzy.

You turn on the hose and spray his car, not giving him what he wants just yet.

"So, what exactly do you do in the military?" You ask him, trying to start conversation.

"Classified honey." He says, crossing his arms and you try to discreetly rub your thighs together at the pet name.

"Ok well, how long have you been in the military?"

"Since I was a lad. Been there for a long while." He says, and the hose suddenly changes pressure and spats out water against you, wetting the front of your white t shirt.

You yelp as the water seeps into your shirt, exposing your yellow bikini underneath which makes Johnny bite back a smile.

"Sorry." You giggle. "Wasn't expecting that."

He watches you rinse down his car then you grab the soap bucket and wring out the sponge, some soapy water getting on your thighs and dripping down.

"You know, my callsign is Soap." He says, and you look at him puzzled.

"Really? Why's that? Or is that classified too?" You say smugly teasing him, and he laughs.

"Smart wee thing aren't you." He says and you wink at him.

"My real name's Johnny." He says, and you say your name back.

"I'm y/n." And he repeats it back with a smile.

"Pretty just like you." He says, and you blush.

The sight of your white shirt being soaked, sticking to your chest and the sudsy water dripping down your thighs making your skin glisten has Johnny adjusting his pants where he stands watching you, and you notice, but you love it. He was so hot. It's not everyday you see a man as fine as him, so you took advantage of the situation.

"Ugh shirt's getting in the way." You say, and slowly strip the now soaking shirt off of your body.

Johnny then takes a seat by the lawn chair next to him and leans back with his arms crossed and legs open, really taking in the sight in front of him.

"Fuck" He whispers under his breath as the water and soap drip down your pretty body.

You walk around the car in front of Johnny and lean forward, bending over to exaggerate your scrubs of the sponge on the hood of his car giving him the perfect view of your ass and covered pussy obstructed by the yellow fabric.

You bend down to dip the sponge in the bucket and stay bent over for as long as you can, really letting Johnny get a good look at your ass and thighs before you come back up to continue washing the car.

Johnny watches with his lips slightly parted and he adjusts his hips in his seat with a grunt, his pants getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.

You then move to the hood of the car so Johnny can see the whole side of your body as you seductively wring the excess water in the sponge out onto your chest, the soapy water running down your body.

Johnny reaches a hand down to palm the bulge in his jeans as he grunts out an audible "fuck" and you giggle again, pressing your chest against the hood of the car as you wash it.

You continue teasing Johnny as you wash his car, then go to grab the hose to rinse the soap off.

You then move to the side of the car in front of Johnny again after turning on the hose, and rinse the soap off your ass before rinsing the car.

"You wanna help me rinse?" You turn back with puppy eyes and ask Johnny, and in record timing he's stood up and pressed to your back.

He watches the soapy water run down your ass and the backs of your thighs and he can't take it anymore. He grips your hips and makes a satisfied grunting noise.

"Well fuck me dolly, aren't you a little tease." He says into your ear as you push your ass back into him with a giggle.

"C'mon, help me out. Can't wash this car all by myself, sir." You say, and Johnny moans at you calling him sir and wiggling your ass against his now rock hard dick.

Johnny lets go of your hips and goes to unbuckle his belt and pulling his thick cock out of his jeans, and you giggle again as you feel it slap against your lower back.

Johnny kicks your feet out and slaps your ass, the suds sticking to his hand from the impact and flying off from the speed he takes his hand away.

You yelp and Johnny laughs.

"Aww wasn't expecting that were you bonnie?" He says as he slides his cock between your thighs, making you moan.

"This ok?" He whispers, and you whimper, pushing back against him, urging him to continue.

Johnny smiles against your ear and he begins to thrust, fucking your thighs nice and good, the soapy water making his cock slide easily between them.

Johnny leans back gripping your hips as he watches how the impact of his hips against your ass makes your ass and thighs jiggle and he grips your hair, pushing you down against the car hood.

"Such a fuckin' tease aren't ye." He says and you moan, his cock sliding between your thighs hitting your clit perfectly through your yellow, skimpy, bikini bottoms. "Such a bonnie little thing. Bet this pussy is even prettier aye?" He says then smacks your ass again before he continues to fuck your thighs harder.

You grip the sponge in your hand and push back against him with a whimper, blissed out from the feeling of him and his words.

"Turn around. Need to see these tits." He says, then grips you by the shoulders to spin you around, suds sticking to your chest.

"Fuck me." He says, and you smirk, pushing your tits together to tease him yet again, which sets him off.

His eyes darken as he grabs you by your elbow and pulls you to the chair behind him as he sits down.

"On your knees. Gonna fuck these perfect fuckin' tits. All soaped up and ready for me."

You get on your knees and tug the tops of your bikini top down a bit so that your nipples are barely peeking out of them. You then grip Johnny's cock and give it a few tugs before sliding it between your tits, the string of the bikini restraining his cock from moving out from between them.

You start to bounce up and down on your knees, not caring about the painful gravel digging into your skin as you titty fuck him.

"Oh my god fuck. That's it. Bounce those tits on me." Johnny moans and throws his head back.

You continue to fuck him with your tits, looking up at him with puppy eyes and a smirk, the soapy water beginning to soak his jeans under your breasts.

You look down and watch the tip of his cock appear and disappear between your tits covered in soapy water and you moan at the sight.

Johnny is a mess above you, panting like a dog with his cheeks flushed and he watches you titty fuck him in your skimpy little bikini and he swears he's never seen anything so fucking hot before.

"Cum on my tits." You whimper out, and Johnny moans.

"Want you to cum all over my tits. Please sir, need it so bad." You say, and Johnny moves your hands from your tits so he can squeeze them together now to fuck them himself. You move your hands to his thighs and let him use your pretty body.

Johnny squishes your tits together and thrusts his hips up into them and you stick your tongue out, catching a tiny lick to his tip every time he thrusts.

"Most perfect fuckin' tits I've ever seen. Gonna make a mess of them. Gonna cum all over these bonnie tits hm? That what you want dolly? Want me to fuck your tits nice and good?" Johnny moans out to you and you nod with a whimper.

You go to untie your bikini top, letting it loosely fall around your tits, and Johnny grunts at the sight of more of your chest being exposed.

"Yeah just like that. Such a good girl, makin' herself all pretty for me." He says, his thrusts getting messier and the mixture of water, soap, and precum smacking against your tits making a loud sloppy noise.

"Open your mouth honey. Stick out that tongue for me. Thaaat's it. Such a good girl aren't ye. Fuck I'm gonna cum. Such a bonnie fuckin' sight." He says as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him to shoot his cum all over your mouth and tits.

Johnny thrusts a few more times before his cheeks flush and he cums so hard he shoots his cum onto your tits and tongue, and some even getting up onto your cheek, which makes you giggle.

He's vocal, and loud, but you think it's adorable. He looks so fucking hot sitting above you like this, his cock nestled between your tits.

"Fuck lass. That- You're fuckin' amazing." He says as he bends down to help you off the ground and into his lap.

You place your forehead against his as he comes down from his orgasm.

"Wanna rinse me off?" You ask, nibbling his ear.

"Fuck you're dangerous aren't you dolly. Dirty wee thing." He says with a smile and you giggle.

You get off his lap to hand him the hose but he grabs you by the hips so you sit down in his lap, back against his chest.

"Wait you're gonna get wet!" You exclaim to him with genuine concern and he pinches your cheek, thinking you look so fucking adorable looking at him like that.

"Don't you worry about that lass. Lemme take care of ye now. You've been so good to me now haven't you." He says as he spreads your legs to rest each one over his knees.

He brings the hose up to your chest and watches over your shoulder how the mess he made along with the soap washes away and he coos at you.

"See? Isn't that better honey?" He says, and you moan at the feeling of the nice cool water against your skin during the hot summer day.

Then, Johnny moves the hose down your body slowly, rinsing off your torso and thighs and making you wiggle as he gets closer and closer to your pussy.

He smirks as an idea pops into his head.

"How 'bout we move these out the way hm? Let me make you feel good yeah?" He says into your ear as he plays with the bow on the side of your bikini bottoms and you nod in anticipation of what he's going to do next.

Johnny unties the bow holding your bikini bottoms up on your hips and he pulls the fabric away from your pussy. You blush as you realize you're on display for him and he laughs darkly at the sight of how wet you are.

"Can tell yer so fuckin' wet even with all this water on ye."

Johnny rubs your thighs and playfully pinches and smacks your clit before he runs the water stream over your pussy.

"Oh fuck." You moan and arch your back against him.

"Uh uh, sit still for me aye?" He says as he grips your thigh from under your knee to keep it open.

Then, Johnny turns up the water pressure on the hose and directs the stream over your clit and you yelp in pleasure.

"Ah oh my god! Johnny!" You say in surprise but you can't help your eyes from rolling back from how good the water pressure feels against your clit.

"That feel good bonnie? Feels nice up on your cute wee clit like that doesn't it." Johnny coos in your ear as you whimper.

Johnny's pants are completely soaked but he doesn't care, not when he's got a sweet pretty little thing like you wiggling and moaning in his lap.

"Yeah that's it. Keep those legs open for me. Wanna see you cum." He says, hand still holding your thigh open against him.

It doesn't take long for the pleasure to build and your at the edge.

"Oh Johnny. Fuck I'm- Oh my god I'm gonna cum." You whimper out with tears pricking at your eyes from how good it feels and how hot it is to be held in his lap like this.

Johnny turns to whisper in your ear but he keeps his eyes on your pussy being sprayed by the hose.

"Do it bonnie. Cum for me. Been so good. Lemme see that pretty little pussy throb." He says, and that's all it takes for you to cum.

You throw your head back and your eyes unfocus as you cum, legs shaking in Johnny's grasp.

You cum so hard you feel your cunt pounding between your legs and Johnny watches as your clit twitches.

"Yeahhh that's it. Yeah just like that dolly. Cummin' all nice and pretty for me." Johnny says, talking you through your orgasm.

Johnny leaves the stream going for a few seconds before turning it off.

"You ok lass?" He asks, and you nod panting, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"C'mon, let's get you a dry shirt. Don't want you to be cold." He says as he strips off his shirt and pulls it over your head to dress you.

"There. Looks better on you than me." He says with a smirk and you laugh.

Johnny ties your bikini bottoms back up and you then try to get up but your legs shake, so he catches you and holds you up.

"Woah careful now." He says, strong arms wrapping around you.

You compose yourself and you both walk towards the car. He walks you to the driver's side then open the door, rummaging through the glove box for something. He pulls out a notepad and pen and writes something down before ripping the page out and handing it to you.

"Here. Maybe we can go on a proper date sometime." He says, and you take the paper, realizing it's his number.

"I'd love that." You say, smiling up at him. "Considering you made me cum my brains out." You add, making him laugh.

He hops into his car and turns to you to say something before closing the door.

"Oh and uh, hopefully your friends don't notice your shirt. Or the state your legs are in." He says smugly, and you playfully hit his chest while rolling your eyes.

"Ugh, get out of here, before they actually notice." You say, and he closes the door and rolls down the window.

"Hopefully your friends don't notice your pants." You say to him referencing his soaking wet jeans.

"They'll probably be too blinded by how shiny my car is to notice." He says with a wink and you blush.

"Call me tonight?" He asks, and you nod. He then starts the engine of his 4 Runner and drives away after blowing you a kiss jokingly and you roll your eyes again.

You made your way back to your friends and they were so busy with customers they didn't notice you were gone. Hopefully they don't notice the paper with a certain soldier's number sticking out of the bow of your bikini bottoms, or the way you had a silly smile on your face for the rest of the day.

Washing cars was the best thing you and your friends ever did.

[chaosandmarigolds]

Johnny's wedding speech

"An ya, okay, let's get this on." Johnny turns around on the chair he had placed in the middle of the dance floor, looking at the projector screen.

You were currently sitting beside your, now, husband, Ollie happily sitting in your lap and eyeing the man Simon considered his best friend.

"AH got it!! Okay, um, yea-yea, okay, as it says I hate you." Johnny nods as everyone falters, a few coughs and panicked looks going to you. "I really hated you when I firs heard of ya, cus me and my boy- Simon-" He paused, "Sorry I'm Johnny by th' way, Simon's bud- anyway, Simon 'n I were gettin drinks and this boy looks at me 'n he- he was all weepy bout it! Reduced my man t' tears! Goin: 'Johnny, mate, i thin' I foun' her.'"

By that point everyone had realized it was bit, and a few laughs rung out.

He runs his hand down his face, "Foun' her?? Well i gotta meet 'er myself, be the judge of it."

"For the record," he brought the mic to his mouth, his voice muffled by how close it was, "I am. I love ya, lassie. However, I do have a few bones ta pick wit ya."

"Oh, uh..." he looks back at the projector, "My bad, didn't fini' tha slide."

"YEAH! Yeah! when I firs met ya lassie you two might as well be joint at the hip already," Johnny frowns, "I call 'em like: 'Got tickets to th' game.' and he doesn't even let me finish! 'Sorry mate, me and my girl are sittin in and watching tha new Disney movie wi' Ollie.' or 'Nah, lad, my girl is wearin that dress I like." He gives an exasperated sigh to that as you bite back the urge to laugh to that. Meanwhile, Simon seemed to loosen up, leaning back in his chair with a bit of a smile.

"Anway- I have been rejected seventeen times for Bluey, yea. The cartoon wit the lil blue dog? Course I got tired of it so I jus come over...It makes sense now, Bluey's pretty cute."

Ollie seemed to get a good laugh from that.

There was a pause and Johnny nods again, "I don't hate you, lassie. You made my mate happy. Thank you."

"OH! Shoutout to my boy, Oliver."

Ollie might as well as jumped up from how fast he jolted to the sight of his 'picture' (if it could be classified as a photo from how blurry it was) and he screamed with utter glee, "I LOVE YOU UNCLE SOAP."

Johnny laughs as he gets down from the chair, "I love you too, laddie."

(I DID NOT TAKE THESE PHOTOS FYI. FOUND ON PINTREST)

(Am I just buttering y'all up fro the next installment of Eek? yes. Annyway, that's all!)

[its-time-to-write]

OOOO what about reader falling asleep on jamie’s shoulder after a late away game (maybe they come along to games on the bus) and realizing how much he loves them

Thanks for requesting! This one is a lot shorter, but I hope it’s what you’re looking for <3

silent sleepers

Rebecca lets you come to games on the team bus. Well, you say she lets you, it’s really the team’s choice. She’s just the one who signs off on it. You go for Jamie, who gives you the window seat and holds your hand the whole way there and back, joking with the lads. You don’t talk a whole lot, but you don’t really mind. Sometimes Colin or Isaac will turn around from the seat in front of you and you’ll spend an hour chatting and laughing about whatever, but for the most part you just look out the window and think.

Life is busy, so you don’t often get time to sit without having to talk. It’s nice to be here on this smelly bus, holding Jamie’s hand because you’re both relaxed. 

A voice breaks through your reverie. “Good morning, Mrs. Tartt.”

You look away from the window to see a grinning Dani turned around in his seat in front of you.

You smile. “I’m not his wife, Dani.”

“Not yet anyway, eh?” Still grinning, he pokes Jamie who gives him a cut it out motion where you can’t see. 

You don’t notice and laugh, blushing a little. You’ve only kind of talked about the future with Jamie, and you don’t really think he’s the type to settle down like that. It’s ok, you’ll take him however you can get him. You settle into your seat, ready for an hour of comparing hair products with Dani.

—

The game went well, and you’re all piled into the bus. Everyone is excited, but so, so tired. The chatter has turned to a dull murmur as you hug Jamie’s arm, watching the lights go by out the window. He’s warm and you can feel him breathe, and pretty soon you’re passed out, asleep on his shoulder.

Jamie, on the other hand, is sitting very, very still. He doesn’t want to wake you, especially because you don’t usually sleep very well. He presses a light kiss on the top of your head and you twitch, so he pulls away. He looks at you, with your eyes closed and mouth parted, muscles relaxed after being constantly tensed. Hair slightly tousled. He could sit here like this forever. 

He thinks about Dani’s teasing words earlier. Mrs. Tartt. He turns the words over in his head. Mr. and Mrs. Tartt. The Tartts. He likes how that sounds. 

God, he sounds like a fucking middle school boy, writing your name over and over in the notebook in his mind, hearts in the margins.

In all honesty, you were one of the best things that happened to him. He’s not sure how he pulled you in the same way you’re not sure how you pulled him, but he supposes it’s good that you think you’re mutually out of each other’s league. It’s a little bit sweet. 

You had some initial awkwardness about him being a famous footballer, but you worked through it. Hell, you two worked through everything. You refused to back down from a disagreement, with the mantra it’s not you against me, it’s you and me against the problem. 

You were also funny. He swore you two were the funniest people on earth once you got going. He felt like you two could do everything together. He wanted to do everything together. A thought flashes through his brain. Our kids will be fuckin’ adorable. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that his brain said will instead of could.

You let out a little sigh, bringing him back to reality.

Dani peeps over and winks at Jamie. 

“Ey, muchacho, good game today, no?”

“Yeah, yeah, good, yeah,” Jamie whispers. “Hey, Dani.”

Dani cocks his head to say what?

“Mate. You gotta play it cool, man.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Dani asks innocently. “I always play my coolest. I think it was pretty evident in the goal I scored today.”

Jamie rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about on way over here when you made that fucking Mrs. Tartt joke.”

Dani places a hand over his heart. “You mean to tell me you do not want her to be Mrs. Tartt and I have made things uncomfortable for you? Oh no, I feel awful.”

Jamie would sock him in the arm if you didn’t have a death grip on him in your sleep. He levels Dani with a stare. “You know exactly what I’m talking about muchacho. You know how hard she is to surprise and if you ruin it, I’m sending Isaac after your hair.”

Dani gasps. “You wouldn’t.”

“Fuckin’ try me,” Jamie grins. 

Dani grins back and turns back around in his seat. Jamie looks down at you one last time and uses his other hand to reach into his left pocket. The little black box he carries everywhere is safe inside. He breathes out a sigh and rests his head on top of yours. 

Mrs. Tartt. Yeah, it’s going to happen.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Sagau but the reader has a dragon tail and is a

They're very serious looking and only make a very intimating looking.

But the moment someone compliments them they get flustered and just tells them to move on.

But everyone witnesses their grace's tail wagging.

Lisa, kaeya or childe would definately tease them.

Sorry if my grammar is bad, english isn't my strongest language.

Dragon!Reader: Looks Serious But is A Softie?! 👀

Okay, first of all: the fact that you're a dragon to begin with? I'm pretty sure Liyue just got a huge promotion. Their archon is a literal dragon! Their Divine Creator blessed their Geo Archon with the wrath that challenges the gods he faced in the Archon War!

Honestly, Zhongli would be amazed to know that the Creator is a dragon themself. Would legit admire you and see you as their idol or something.

Oh, but this is just the start. You were helping Sara at good hunter to collect some meat because you were bored. She greatly compliments your efforts, and you try to brush it off, play it cool. It would've worked if it hadn't been your darn traitorous tail wagging like a happy puppy behind you, showing the world the unnecessary fact that you were flustered.

With this in mind....guess who told Lisa, Kaeya, and Childe...

(Quick Disclaimer: Might Be OOC!)

Lisa

The moment she heard the little incident at Good Hunter, she just had to try it herself! In a respective manner of course—she wouldn't dare nor want to do something that'll make the Creator angry! Just a little tease—surely, the creator won't be too mad?

She will probably invite you to help in the library, sorting out books or double checking the list of checked out books, making sure their not overdue.

When you're done the task, what happens, you may ask?

"My, thank you so much for your help, Your Grace~ You surely have a sharp eye even for such minor chores..." She says this with that teasing glint in her eyes, and most importantly: that smirk when she's being very sussy flirty.

The moment she sees the way your tail flaps around behind your back as your impassive face responds with something casual, this woman knows she's hit the jackpot.

"Aw...Your Grace, you truly are very adorable."

Kaeya

This man might be just as bad as Lisa, except much more sly than—ahem, flirty.

His excuse of seeing you becoming the big softie of a dragon was to ask you, of all things, to visit the gosh darn tavern for a drink or two. And, to his delight, you agreed.

It was also a good thing Charles was manning the tables tonight, because Diluc would give him the death glare for bringing someone such of high importance to get wasted with him.

But naturally, and as Kaeya suspected, you're persistence to help your people took over, and you instead spent half of the night helping Charles clean the tables. So, naturally, when Charles insists you relax, Kaeya's gotta compliment you.

"Your Grace, you sure do know how to keep things organized. That much is to expected by someone as high as you, though—must've been a piece of cake." You confirm that it was, but even with the that, your draconic tail does that little dance behind your back for the whole world to see how happy you were to be complimented for your hard labors.

This man will CHUCKLE at the sight, but won't comment on it. But he will give you that smirky smirk with THE eye that says it all. You groan into your palms again—your tail really seems to like betraying you, honestly.

"What, Your Grace? Don't be so shameful about yourself—honestly, I quite envy how cute you are." Get red-faced, bois. This captain will make you flustered till the end of your days.

Childe

The moment he hears about the incident in Mondstadt by his gossiping Fatui Agents, man's just got to try it.

So, he does the most logical, least-suspecting thing to request your presence: challenge you to a fight.

Yes, the others called him crazy for it, but does this mad lad care? Nope! This guy wants to see your tail flap in joy, that's all! Besides, it's not like he sees it often since Zhongli hides his draconic traits from the whole wide world.

So you accept the invitation to spar with him, and—do I need to tell you? You guys sparred for a good few hours. Unlike in-game playable Childe, you now have to deal with more of a in-game Boss-like Childe instead, with how many moves this guy has.

After a good sparring match or two, you guys decide to take a break. Mainly you, since you are legit dying right now.

"Good job, Your Grace! Your combat skills are as great as ever! Much expected, haha!" Yep, he delivers what his true intention is. And yes, your tail does the little dance it does, no matter how much you try to calm it and shrug it off as a daily thing to get used to.

This mad lad, like a true mad lad would, would grin. Very widely. He knows he won this "battle"—man is ecstatic about it.

But he is a little sympathetic if you act annoyed about it—it reminds him of what his younger siblings would do. If you're really upset about it, he'll try to cheer you up.

Look out for more sparring matches, he's probably pulling this stunt until you're immune to such things or you get your tail under control.

"Don't be upset, Your Grace! I'm sure if my little brother were here, he would find you cool no matter what!"

Aaandd that's it! The end of the headcanons! Hope y'all enjoyed—see you around! :)

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Reverse Trope Prompt: (see end notes after reading. No peeking!)

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Ghost x reader

sfw -bit of angst, profanity, a frisky drunk bird but nothing explicit

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

"Looks like LT's pulled 'imself another winner."

Gaz glances over his shoulder, sniffs, then turns back with a cynical curl to his lip. Lifting his pint glass, he slants a knowing look at his fellow sergeant. "He's lost the bloody plot, if ya ask me. Hooks up with every bird he gets his hands on, now." He shakes his head. "'S bloody mental, mate. What the hell is he thinkin'?"

Soap grunts, mouth twisting in disgust as he focuses on his lieutenant and the cackling drunk bird splayed across his lap. "Canna say. Dinnae ken wha's gotten into 'im. Feckin' mad, lettin' a bonnie, good lass go t'chase after sloppy-drunk tarts like tha' one."

"You lads ready for another round?"

Both men flinch at the sound of your voice and glance up at you with guilty expressions. They know you had to have heard what they were saying. Gaz drops his gaze as he nods and pushes his glass across the bar, while Soap tilts his head to study you. You meet his searching blue eyes while you refill Gaz's pint, knowing what's coming. You breathe out a tired sigh.

"What's the matter, Johnny?"

His brows pinch together in a perturbed frown. "Does it no' bother yeh, 'im flauntin' those mingin' slags right in yer face?"

"Jesus, Soap!" Gaz hisses, elbowing him. "Shut ya bloody gob." He then turns his attention back to you, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, luv. He's got no filter when he drinks too much."

"Oi! I dinnae need yeh t'make excuses fer meh," Soap fusses, still scowling when he looks back to you. "'M sorry, hen. Dinnae mean t'upset yeh. Jus' think it's no' right, 'im scrapin' yeh off the way 'e did, then comin' in 'ere where yeh work, messin' about with other birds, like 'e does. 'S disrespectful."

Your eyes drift to Ghost, grimacing at the way the woman in his lap is pawing at him, before dropping your eyes to glare at the bar top. "It doesn't matter," you mutter, wiping down the bar with more force than is necessary. "We're over, so he can do what he wants with whoever he wants. I think him breaking things off between us was probably for the best, don't you?"

The two sergeants exchange a look.

Soap huffs and slumps on his bar stool, mumbling into his pint, "Yeh're too good fer 'im, anyway." He knocks the last of his stout back with an angry sneer.

Gaz nods in agreement, his eyes sympathetic when he adds, "Ya can do better, luv. Deserve someone who'll treat ya right."

You try to smile, but it's fake, brittle. "Seriously, it's alright. I'm over it. Really."

You can tell that neither of them believes you.

Your call for last orders goes out a few minutes later, and the few customers left in the pub begin to drift towards the door. Gaz and Soap are settling up their tabs when Ghost steps up behind them, the giggling drunk bird tucked under his arm. His dark eyes slide over you, like you're not even there.

"'M headin' out, lads. I'll see the two'uh ya back at base. Gonna take 'er 'ome," he tells the sergeants, nodding down at the bleary-eyed bird glued to his side.

Gaz give a curt nod, avoiding eye contact. Soap makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. "Aye. Jus' keep rubbin' 'er nose in it," he mutters, then sniffs, shaking his head. "Steamin' Jaysus."

Ghost tenses, eyes narrowing over his face mask. "Ya gotta problem, sergeant?"

Just as Soap's mouth opens to reply, you clear your throat, breaking the tense moment. "How 'bout a bag of crisps to soak up all that alcohol, Johnny? My treat."

His head swivels around to look at you, the scowl slowly melting off his face when he sees your worried expression. He blows out a breath. "Aye. Thanks, bon." He side-eyes Ghost, then looks away. "See ya later, LT," he mumbles.

The drunk bird makes a whining noise, tugging at Ghost's jacket. "C'mon, luv. Leh's gooo. 'M ready t'get home." She then gives him a drunken, lewd grin, pressing up against him. "Ya can help me get these tights off, yeah?" she whispers to him, waggling her eyebrows.

Ghost grunts a laugh, seemingly amused. "Cheeky muppet. Olright. Let's get outta here."

You busy yourself with wiping down the bar as Ghost leads the tottering woman out the door, then toss your towel down once he's gone. Snagging two bags of crisps for the sergeants, you hand one to each of them.

"Here ya go," you murmur. "Need me to call a taxi for ya?"

"No thanks, luv," Gaz replies softly, sliding off his stool. "I already ordered us an Uber. Let's go, Soap."

Soap stands, his crisps clutched in his hand. He's scowling, shaking his head. "'E's a bloody eejit," he mutters.

You finally wave goodbye to the two sergeants, locking up behind them once you usher them out the door. Blowing out a tired breath, you lean back against it and stare down at your trainers.

"God, I'm glad this night is over," you mumble to yourself, then heave another sigh before heading back to the bar, ready to close up for the night and get out of there.

The drive home is short, just a couple blocks away, but it still gives you too much time to think. This is by far the worst break-up you've ever been through. None of your work mates or friends can seem to go a day without mentioning it. Even worse, Simon's mates won't let it go, either.

You appreciate their support, but seriously wish that Soap and Gaz would stop bringing Simon up, altogether. It's hard enough watching the big lug flirting with birds right under your nose. You don't need Soap pointing it out to you, or Gaz giving you those sad, pitying looks all night.

You try to shake off your negative thoughts as you park and walk to your flat. It's sweet that the lads are trying to be there for you, but you hope that they'll just let it go soon. Maybe you should just tell them you're seeing someone else. It might help put their minds at ease, get them to back off a little bit.

Once inside your flat, you toe off your trainers and turn on the lights, then pad into the kitchen. Putting some leftovers in the microwave, you shuffle off to take a quick shower while it's heating, hoping the hot water will soothe away some of your stress.

As you're toweling off, you hear your front door open and then close. Hurrying to get dressed, you open the bathroom door, the smell of yesterday's shepherd's pie hitting your nose. You hear the clatter of plates and utensils coming from the kitchen as you pace down the short hallway and peek around the corner. You stop when you reach the doorway, leaning your shoulder against the jamb and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Took you awhile to get here. Thought you might've decided to stay the night with that bird, after all."

Simon sets the leftover shepherd's pie he just took out of the microwave on the table, smirking. Tossing down the potholders, he comes to you, his big arms wrapping around your body to pull you close before his head dips to give you a kiss.

"Took forever t'get 'er outta the bloody truck an' into 'er flat. 'Ad t'fight 'er off'uh me the whole way there, too, the handsy git." He rumbles out a low chuckle. "She was right pissed when I left without helpin' 'er outta those tights."

You huff, cutting him a snarky look. "Yeah, I bet." You frown, sliding your hands down his chest. "I wish we didn't have to do this, Si. I don't like seeing other women all over my man, and I hate lying to everyone, especially Johnny and Kyle."

He sighs, lifting a hand to cradle your face. "I know, sweet'art, but it won't be f'much longer. Cap says Nik's almost got all of our documents an' passports in order. When it's time, we'll loop Gaz an' Johnny in. My next mission out, Ghost will be reported KIA, an' once he's laid t'rest, it'll finally be over. No more sneakin' around, no more lyin'. We'll 'ave new identities, a new life." He hugs you tighter. "An' I can finally provide my missus wiff a proper 'ome."

"Si..."

His eyes go lazy and warm as he slides his hand down to cover your belly. "Gotta 'ave a proper 'ome, love. 'S why we're doin' this. Wanna be free an' clear a'fore the li'l nipper gets 'ere. Yeah?"

You gaze up into your husband's eyes, a hopeful smile spreading across your face. You plant a kiss on his smirking lips and nod.

"Yeah."

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End notes - *shrugs* I didn't want to spoil the ending. 😉

reverse trope: Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating