#If johnny were in my head i would be rubbing his nose in it every chance i got we would not like eachother

[wetwareparasite]

Is it just me or is it so cathartic when v tears johnny a new one. Idk why but whenever you get the option to just start chewing him out im like YESSS HAHA 😈🫵

[bunnys-kisses]

vegetable patch (3)

farmer!captain john price & (brief) hybrid!simon

cw: hybrid au, bunny!reader, farmer!price, pregnant!reader, pregnancy, man-handling, fingering, pwp/smut, full nelson (sex position), oral sex (f receiving), threesome, guard dog!simon, double penetration, older!price, mindbreak, (there's a lot happening),

part one (simon) | part two (simon & johnny)

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john never thought it would get to this. when he bought the farm and raised his hybrid guard dogs, he never expected to have a bunny around. let along a pregnant one.

but almost six months into your pregnancy, he had grown affectionate of you. sure you were a bit to handle sometimes, but in a way pregnancy, a roof over your head and a fully belly (in both ways) has made you softer. less of a wild animal and more of a pet.

it was cute.

the one thing that didn't change was your insatiable lust. originally price thought that two strong hybrid dogs would take care of your little bunny cunt, but not even those could stop you. let alone the heaviness of your middle.

the boys were out patrolling the yard with you safe in the house. you were curled up on simon's doggy bed with your hands on your belly and your hands situated on your belly with your head propped up on a pillow.

it was cute, john found himself almost enamored by the sight of you as he relaxed on the couch with a beer in his hand. you were just so small, the little bit of chub at your hips only made you seem cuter.

he got up from the couch and left the beer on the table as he walked toward you. he crouched down and rubbed your cheek. you leaned into his touch and whimpered a little. he chuckled and said, "good girl."

your eyes opened a little and you looked up at price, "what time is it?" your little tail did a wiggle under the over-sized shirt that you wore. he chuckled and pulled you close to him.

he fully sat down on the floor and took you into his arms, delicately. his hand grazed your middle, "not even close to lunch, the boy's are still out. it's just you and i."

you dipped your nose into the crook of his neck and you whimpered, "i feel wet."

"yeah, havin' wet dreams about simon, mama?"

"no." you said, "about you." as your hand reaches for his shirt and you held onto it. you buried your face deeper into his neck as he held you on the hardwood floor.

price's eyes went wide for a moment but then slowly got up with you in his arms. it was like holding a sack of potatoes. the most prominent part of you was the puppy was slept soundly in your belly.

"then i guess we must go to bed then. i know you love simon's bed, but my knees and back won't let me fuck you on the floor." his voice was gruff.

you giggled, "be gentle, baby's sleeping."

"of course, bunny." he replied as he brought you upstairs to his bedroom. there was a spare room for guests and an extra room for the three hybrids of his home.

but right now he was taking you to his room where he could fuck that sweet bunny cunt. it hadn't been the first time he had ever done it, but every time it was something else. a wild little hybrid now tamed and under his gentle care, the way he tamed his boys.

the bed was large and soft, he placed you down and started to work on the jeans he wore followed by the flannel of his shirt. he was hairier than simon and johnny, who had tufts here and there to show their hybrid heritage. but price was hairy that was a man was.

you wondered if a human got a hybrid pregnant then what would the baby be. because from the size of price, you were certain to have a heavy newborn. you got off your shirt and sat there naked on the bed, exposed to your farmer.

his large hands touched your belly gently, thumb grazed the stretch marks, "keepin' the little pup nice and safe, huh? bein' a good mama for me?

you nodded, "only the best for you, sir."

he reached down and rubbed your chubby little cheek, "i can see why simon trapped ya." he chuckled, "cute thing like you shouldn't be wandering the woods. that little cottontail will get into too much trouble."

he got onto the bed and man-handled you into his lap, he wanted to feel you as deep as he could. he wanted to know the inside and outside of bunny cunt. but the position he got you into was more of a wrestling move to keep you pinned against him.

you put your knees up to your head and he had your arms pinned back against him. your squirmed a little, you sort of loved the idea of being trapped. john was propped up against the oak headboard with his little pet bunny in his lap with her cunt soon full of his cock.

it was a little hard to do with such a big belly in the way, you had to squish it a little as you were moved to fit his position. you faced the door that led out of the bedroom and with a few misplaced thrusts, you moaned when price sank his cock into you.

"ah, sir!" you whimpered.

he thrusted into you and kept you in the position. it tested you physical limits but john was a strong man and you were a flexible bunny. after all you had to get through his fence somehow. but now you were all nice a plump with child.

price groaned at the idea of you pregnant with his child next. such a sweet little bunny carrying the farmer's seed made his cock throb while buried inside of you. you sweet noises were music to his ears.

"you like that, mama." he groaned, "you like when i fuck you hard?" he kissed the shell of your ear, "simon got lucky to have a taste of you first, because if it were me. if i caught you in my vegetable patch, then you'd never get the taste of my cock out of your mouth."

you kicked your legs out a little bit as he sank into your further, as deep as it would go. you could feel his cock pressed against your womb. your ears twitched and you felt soaked.

"you'd like that wouldn't you. maybe a little bit more time before you go on birth control would do you some good. see if you can take this old man's seed in your pretty, fertile cunt." he grumbled, "bunnies are known for their many babies."

you felt something churn in your stomach as your pregnant belly bounced with every hard thrust. the sex was rough, heat filled the air as you two moved together.

"i like how you look, mama. all swollen with pup. i bet it was so easy for you, took simon's seed so nicely." he purred as he held you tightly, making it slightly uncomfortable.

but you felt on cloud nine, until the bedroom door opened. and on the otherside was none other than your lover, simon. you whimpered and kicked out your legs.

simon was covered in muck, blood across the shirt he wore. he watched you as you were cock drunk and raised an eyebrows, "price." he said, "what are you doin' with my girl."

"she needed a little tlc, simon." he replied, "you know what bunnies are like. they could be having thirteen kits and still beg for another." he looked over your shoulder and asked, "what the hell did you get into."

"had to scare of a coyote." simon replied, "he could smell bunny all the way from the fence. that's how i knew you were fuckin' her."

"then get that shirt off and help me out." john replied as his pace became harder. you saw stars and your mouth hung open for a moment in pure lust.

with his shirt off and dropped to the floor, followed by, his jeans. he was soon on the bed and licking at your sweet cunt as price fucked you. you were trapped between the two men and you felt a dizziness in your mind.

this was somehow more intense than the threesome you had with johnny and simon. simon only let those in his 'pack' have a taste of his pregnant mate, which meant coyotes like graves were off limits. if simon ever saw graves' paws on you.

simon kept your legs open with his strong hands, the tips of his claws left indents in your skin as he lapped at your cunt. his tongue did touch price's cock which made the older man feel hot all over.

you were the loudest out of the three of you, your voice was high pitched and you felt so full. you squirmed against both men but they kept you still as best as they could.

you came once, then twice, the three times from the pleasure from both men. it was sensory overload. your mind went blank by the third orgasm that the men pulled from you. which left simon painfully hard.

"got any room in there, price." simon said as he pulled away from your cunt and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. his cock stood at full attention in his underwear.

"well, she'll need a good stretch if she's havin' your pup." price chuckled, he could feel himself getting closer. you on the other hand were mindlessly moaning without being able to form words.

your pussy was so wet that he slid in next to price with ease. the stretch made you whimper like an animal, but soon you were dropped back into the depths of pleasure as both men used you.

price let go of your arms but caged you with his around your middle. you felt sore, but your brain couldn't register much. your mouth hung open and drooled a little. your brain felt like it was broken in half.

"i know you can't smell it, price." simon said, "but bred bunny smells the best." his hands were on your belly and soon were price's. simon felt superior for having seeded you first.

sure his other packmates had their fun, but everything from the pup in your belly to the cotton on your tail was his. he watched your gasp for air as you tried to formulate thoughts.

his poor pregnant mate, such a beating to your pussy. but it was okay, he knew that you liked it. bunny's had a pension for a little pain.

both men, fucked you without much abandon. they ever managed to pull one last orgasm out of you which tore from your throat as you went limp against price's hairy chest. the feeling of two cocks inside of your cute little cunt was just too much.

and not wasting any seed, they flooded your poor pussy with human and hybrid seed alike. they stayed in you for a moment more before they pulled out at the same time. cum oozed out of you and simon petted your belly.

"johnny's gonna be jealous he didn't get to join." price remarked.

simon replied, "before he went out on patrol with me. he stuffed a sock in her mouth and fucked her in his bed on the floor. she's got all of our seed in her."

price held you in his arms as you twitched and moaned from the aftershocks of your activity. he watched simon kiss you before he rubbed your belly, "good mama. good little bunny, now you rest and keep growing that pup. simon and i will come back for you later."

you managed to give them a weak nod, your brain felt flat-lined but the lingering feelings of pleasure still shook you to your core <3

[the-californicationist]

Four Winds

AO3 was down and I panicked.

NSFW MDNI

"Fuck, Johnny. Your tight hole feels so bloody good. Takin' me so well. Good boy," Price groaned, slipping his rod into his sergeant's hole in quick, pounding thrusts, encouraging him as he straddled the captain's hips, his nose buried in his lieutenant's dense pubic hair, "Suck Riley's cock like that. Just like that."

Gaz was fucking Simon, and every time he thrust forward, Ghost's cock would slip deeper into the Scot's throat.

"You like watchin' Si getting fucked by Gaz's huge rod, don't you, Johnny? Yeah? You want me to fuck you like that, boy?" Price grunted as he pulled Johnny's hips down onto his shaft, spearing him over and over from below.

Johnny whimpered, his cries quieted by Ghost's fat dick, choking him with every throbbing pulse.

As Johnny rode Price's cock, the captain pressed him forward, bending him away, forcing him to show how his stretched hole was taking him. Then, just to make him whine again, Price fit his thumbs in on either side of his cock, pushing Soap past the point of his girth, making him feel so damn full.

Suddenly, as if spurred on by Johnny's muffled high-pitched screams of pleasure, Simon gripped him by his mohawk and held his mouth down on him, burying himself deeper, making his lover writhe for air. Price could feel his asshole clenching against him as he choked, struggling for a breath, whining and pleading for mercy.

Then, Price knew the lieutenant must have been filling the Scot's belly with warm come because Johnny stopped fighting, and his eyes gleamed with shining tears as he looked up at his tall, blond lover, swallowing his orgasm with each and every writhing squeeze.

Price didn't know how much more he could take. Gaz's thrusting rhythm was making Ghost rock forward, forcing Johnny to suck him down his throat, pressing him down onto Price's length deeper and deeper. It was heaven. He wanted to pump his pretty little Scottish sergeant so full it would be dripping out of him all night. He wanted to taste his gaping hole.

"Oh, fuck, Ghost! I'm gonna fuckin' blow," Gaz confessed, grabbing Simon by the neck and forcing his head to bend forward, hunching him over, giving his lengthy cock more access to his warm hole.

"Do it. Come in me, Garrick. Right fuckin' now," his lieutenant commanded, his eyes rolling white from the forcefulness of his sex.

Johnny fell back away from Simon's cock, drool shining on his lips, laying his back on Price's chest languidly, rubbing his own nipples and pinching them cruelly.

After coming all over his spread hole, Gaz knelt down beside Ghost, and they both began to lick Johnny's bouncing shaft, making him cry out in bright, loud shouts.

"Fuck! Oh, fuckin' hell. Dinnae stop, lads. Please! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… Yer… yer gonna make me come. Oh, my God. Oh --"

Price watched as Johnny's cock bobbed up and down, flagging wildly from how the captain was fucking him, spraying his creamy, thick load all over his belly. Gaz and Ghost started licking it off of him. Price called down,

"Oi, Gaz. Give us a taste, yeah?"

Garrick did as he was told, swiping his hand up and down Soap's softening dick, collecting his liquid joy and brought it to his captain's mouth, letting him lap up the Scot's come from his wide palm.

"Cap'n… please," Johnny whispered, turning his head towards Price, "I wanna feel it… I wanna feel yer come in me, sir. Please…"

"Alright, mate," Price gripped Johnny around his throat and jaw, his big hand covering his mouth, "I'd say you've bloody well earned it."

Filling Soap with his dripping seed was so sweet. The sergeant took it so well, like he was made for it. And the noises that came from Price's throat were otherworldly. He was blinded by his pleasure, and he had never come so hard in his whole life. Everything was wet, and he wanted to drown in it.

After he was finished pulsing, Price shuddered as he slid out of Johnny's limp body, and his men joined him in a twisted, panting, cuddled pile of limbs and torsos, kissing and licking whatever skin they could find.

They could deal with the mess in the morning.

[d0youc0py]

heyy saw your post ab requests!!

can you do simon and konig seeing their s/o for first time without makeup, but she's rlly insecure and overthinking it, while he's totally clueless bc he doesn't think much of it until he realizes she's acting kinda weird. ending with comfort/fluff plss

“You’re mad at me?”

The question rang through your head causing a flood of confusion.

“What? No Konnie.” You assured.

“Why won’t you look at me? You’re barely talking to me. I did something to upset you.” Those sad blue puppy dog eyes nearly killed you. You rapidly shook your head.

“Konnie I would tell you if you did something. I just”- You cut yourself off. You knew Konig was the exact opposite of materialistic and vain, so you didn’t exactly know how to tell him how you were feeling without getting laughed at. “I’m not wearing makeup.” You said slowly. He squinted his eyes leaning forward. He didn’t stop til your noses were touching.

“I like it.” He stated. “You’re mad at me because I didn’t notice.” He also stated. You rolled your eyes.

“No Konnie!” You couldn’t really even hold back a smile. The fact that he was missing your point completely actually made you feel a bit better. Maybe you really didn’t look that different. “I just don’t feel pretty.” His eyes widened.

“How can you say that?” He mumbled. “I don’t like you saying things like that.” He grabbed the empty plate in front of you and began washing it. He muttered a few things under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch.

“What?” You pressed. He didn’t answer you and continued washing the dishes. Once he was done he sat back down with you. This was a common thing with Konig. Him needing time to plan out what he was going to say. At first it felt insincere- having to plan out exactly what you were going to say to a person. Then you realized it just made him all the more honest. He genuinely thought about things- instead of just giving the first answer that popped into his head.

“What do I call you?” He asked suddenly.

“Schön.”

“What does it mean?” He continued.

“Uh, Sweetheart?”

“No, that’s Schatz.” He said shaking his head. “It means beautiful.” That was enough to make your eyes light up. Schön was his preferred nickname for you when you were alone. It was usually mumbled against your skin, but other times it was spoken so proudly as if it were a fact. He held out his arms for you. You accepted his invitation and crawled into his lap.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Again.”

“Simon.” You groaned. “Can we do this later? My throat hurts.”

“Do you feel it?”

You paused.

“Again.” He insisted.

“I’m beautiful.” You muttered looking at yourself in the mirror. If anything this was worsening your self esteem. Having to stare at yourself next to your god of a boyfriend. Simon shot you a glare in the mirror.

He thought affirmations would help. After you had a small breakdown in the living room when he said you looked different. He didn’t mean it in a bad way at all, but that’s what you heard.

“When Johnny does this it works.” He muttered back, rubbing his jaw. Flashes of the Scot yelling affirmations to himself in the mirror before every mission flashed through his mind.

“That’s cause Johnny is hot.”

Cue another glare.

“You know what I mean. He just rolls out of bed- so do you. Do you know how much work I have to put in to not look ugly?”

“What did you just say?” His voice was so stern it caused you to jump. “You called yourself ugly?” He looked offended. His molten eyes were hard- but there was something else there. Hurt- maybe anger. Probably both.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed.

“No actually I don’t.” He spat. “Why do you talk to yourself like that? Makes me sick.” He growled.

“It doesn’t really have anything to do with you Si. It’s just how I feel without makeup.” You tried to explain. He wasn’t having it.

“It does have something to do with me. You think I have bad taste? That I’m attracted to ugly people? Well I’m not. I’m not saying I like you just because of your looks, you have a lot going for you, but you sure as hell aren’t here just cause you can make me laugh.” He shot back.

“Well you’ve only seen me with makeup.” You reminded. His brows furrowed.

“You’re still here yeah? I haven’t kick you out. You know why?” He took a step forward holding your face between his hands. “You are one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened to me. Don’t you ever insult my taste again, because I know beauty when I see it. Understand?”

A soft smile spread across his face when your glow came back. You smiled widely.

“Yes Sir.”

[iateyourparents]

Hi!! can you write a Johnnie x fem reader fluff? 🙏🏼

red face | j.g.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x fem!reader

summary: you scared johnnie.

warnings: johnnie’s jumpscare(??), use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: hi!! finally started doing older requests 🫡

The only thing you needed to be fully content right now was your boyfriend.

It was after 8 p.m., you were in your pj’s and almost done with your skincare. You were more than ready to already jump into your bed and watch some movie with little snacks.

Unfortunately for you, you would have to wait with it for few more minutes.

You just put on red serum on your face and you had to wait fifteen minutes before rinsing it off your face.

You had to admit, you looked ridiculous. In your pink pyjamas with cute dogs on the shorts, with funny dinosaur headband and red face because of the serum. But it was pretty low price for pretty skin.

Just as you got out of the bathroom to wait those few minutes in the living room, the door to your apartment opened.

You smiled excitedly, Johnnie was finally home!

You quickly made your way towards the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Just as you were ready to throw your arms around his middle he looked at you with a big smile, which quickly faded when he looked at your face.

Not a second later all you could hear was Johnnie’s squealing. You immediately stopped in your tracks and looked at him worriedly with wide eyes.

He quickly stopped screaming but still was inspecting your face with vivid curiosity.

“What happened to ‘hi love, great to see you, I missed you so much?” you asked sarcastically. When he didn’t say anything and still looked at you with wide eyes, you got worried again “Hi, Johnnie, what happened?”

“Y/n?” he asked uncertainly.

“Yeah?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Your face. It’s red.” he stated and then scrunched his nose and quickly went to stand next to you putting his hands on your arms “Is that blood? Oh my god, are you hurt? Come on, I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

You laughed quietly but seeing his serious face you smiled at him and rubbed your hand on his cheek “I’m alright love, seriously. It’s not blood. It’s just serum.” you assured him.

“Serum?” he asked dumbfounded and you nodded and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, I would kiss you hello but I don’t want to smear it all over your face.” you giggled and he smiled affectionately.

“You look funny.” he laughed while toying with your headband. You narrowed your eyebrows playfully.

“Hey!” you acted offended and slapped his hand off. You turned around and planned to start walking but Johnnie quickly caught your waist and pulled you into his chest, then he kissed your head, carefully not touch the serum with his lips.

“You’re still adorable.” he assured with a giggle “I missed you so much today.” he sighed putting his cheak on the top of your head.

“I missed you too.” you didn’t even tried to continue your offended act and big smile made its way onto your face “How was recording?”

“Good, although I wanted to kill Jake.” he mumbled into your hair and you laughed.

“Let’s go to the living room, we can cuddle after I rinse it off in a moment.” you offered and before you could comprehend what happened, you were in the air.

Safely tucked into Johnnie’s arms, he transported you into the bathroom and then he placed you in front of the sink.

“Rinse it off and I will take quick shower.” he said taking off his clothes and you laughed but did as he said.

You rinsed off the liquid from your face and then wiped your face dry with paper towel. You applied moisturizer and stood next to the shower door.

“Johnnie, I will get you some clothes and prepare some snacks, we can watch something.” you said hoping he would hear you through the water.

“Okay baby.” he replied and you made your way towards your shared bedroom to retrieve his pyjamas clothes.

Soon, you two were laying on the bed, cuddling, with some snacks while watching some new movie.

Every few minutes Johnnie was placing kisses all over your face and you tried to scold him for interrupting your watching but you both knew you didn’t mean a word because of the big smile that was on your face every time he was leaning to kiss you.

Yeah, now you were fully content.

[daisies-daydreams]

Husband/Papa Ghost Headcanons

Pairing: Simon (Ghost) Riley x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Content, Swearing, Descriptions of Labor/Contractions

Author's Note: This is a continuation of this request (WARNING: 18+). Enjoy!

Simon would be a proud papa, that's for sure.

He didn’t use his phone that much before, only to text or call people. But his storage space began to run out pretty quickly with all of the photos and videos he took of your daughter, Lily.

“What are you doing, Si?” you giggled. Lily banged on the toy piano while your husband was crouched down, phone camera rolling.

“Filming Lily’s performance,” he replied matter-of-factly. You chuckled and kissed the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair. Your two-year old daughter cheered when she finished her song, face lit up and arms stretched above her head in triumph.

“All done!” she beamed with a wide smile. Both of you clapped.

“Good job, Lil,” Simon chuckled.

Simon nearly passed out when you told him you were pregnant with your second baby (not that it came as a surprise to you both👀).

Just like your first pregnancy, he’d try to be there for you as much as he could. It was different now with Lily in the picture, but she made many of your days full of joy and laughter.

I can see him being a stern yet reasonable dad. He’d discipline his kids yet never intentionally hurt them.

Lily’s lower lip pouted as she avoided his gaze. Simon’s arms were at his sides as he eyed the blue stains on her face and the empty candy jar on the floor. He lowered himself to be at her eye-level.

“Lily, baby, did you eat the candy even though Mommy told you not to?” Simon asked, trying to keep his voice soft and steady. Lily burst into tears, rubbing her eyes with her little, sticky hands.

“I sowwy,” she sniffled. His heart ached, but he knew she had to learn to listen to her mom.

“I know, baby,” he sighed as he pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. “Candy tastes yummy, but it’ll hurt your tummy if you eat too much,” Simon explained. Lily sniffed, snot dripping from her button nose and onto his shirt. He pulled her back and looked her in the eyes. “No candy for the next three days, okay? Then you can have it again,” he explained while holding up three fingers. She puffed out another sob before nodding her head.

“Okay, Dada,” she sniffled.

Your second pregnancy was more difficult than the first. You had more health complications, which worried Simon half-to-death. He couldn’t bear to think of anything happening to you while he was thousands of miles away on a mission.

All of 141 were like family to you. They'd pop in every once in a while, especially Lily's godfather, Soap.

"Unk Nee!" Lily squealed. Soap grinned ear to ear at the attempt of his nickname ("Uncle Johnny"). She giggled as she ran into his open arms. He spun her around as you walked in from your bedroom. You gave a tired smile, leaning on the wall and rubbing your swollen belly. Simon was still working on his car in the garage, yelling out that he'd be there in a moment.

"How's my wee firecracker doin'?" Soap beamed. Lily ducked her head into his shoulder, her small dirty blonde curls bouncing. Both of you laughed. "Gettin' shy now, are ya?" Soap chuckled.

"You know how kids are," you waved. Soap smiled as he set the toddler down. She rushed back over to you, hiding behind your legs. You patted her head gently.

"How you doin', lass?" Soap asked as he stepped further inside. You sighed, Lily clinging to your maternity pants.

"This pregnancy's kicking my a-butt, it's kicking my butt," you quickly changed your wording. Soap snorted as Lily cackled behind you.

"Mama said 'butt'!" your daughter sang. You grumbled and collapsed your face into your hands.

"Sounds like she's got quite the potty mouth, huh Lily?" your husband chuckled beside you. You felt him snake his hand around your waist. He pecked your cheek, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat from his hard work.

"Why don't you give me a spanking later to teach me a lesson?" you whispered lowly into his ear. Red immediately flooded his cheeks as his hand gripped your hip. Before he could retort, another figure walked through the front door. Lily peeked from behind your legs and gasped as Price entered the room.

"Grandpa!" Lily cheered while pointing her finger at the captain.

You've never heard a room grow so quiet in a single second.

Both of you explained that Price was most definitely not her grandpa, yet she was insistent on the terminology. The captain teased Simon about it constantly.

"I think you taught her to say that," Price chuckled.

As the due date approached, Simon's heart was shattered. He was being sent away on a longer mission, and it required that he made no contact with you. Your husband assured you that he'd be back in time for the delivery, and spent as much time as he could with you and Lily before he left.

A few weeks later, Simon was sprinting through the hospital to get to your delivery room.

Simon’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as he whipped around the corner. A blonde nurse shot an incredulous look at the masked man as he sprinted to the counter.

“WHERE’S DELIVERY ROOM 109?!” Simon boomed. The poor woman's face went pale as she pointed a shaking finger down the hall. His head snapped as he shouted a ‘thank you’ behind him. Simon rushed past several nurses and doctors, the door getting closer. He could hear your wailing pierce through the hallway. Simon nearly crashed into the doctor when he stepped out into the hall.

“MR. RILEY!” the doctor gaped with wide eyes. Your husband’s chest rose and fell as he panted. Another harsh cry broke out through the room. “Quickly, she’s about to start pushing,” the doctor rushed him inside. Simon's eyes grew wide as they locked with yours.

"Si," you called softly. Your face was pale, sweat covering every inch of your tense and aching body. Simon rushed over, immediately clasping his hands over yours.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” his dry voice croaked. You gave a weak laugh before jolting forward, another strong contraction ripping through you.

“B-Bullshit,” you tiredly chuckled through gritted teeth. The doctor and nurses came closer to your bedside.

“Okay, Mrs. Riley. It's time to start pushing. Are you ready?” the doctor asked. You swallowed thickly, your entire body shaking as it was wracked with waves of pain. Simon squeezed your hand and lifted his skull balaclava to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got this, love. I’m right here,” he assured. You nodded before sucking in a deep breath.

Not long after, your baby boy, Thomas, was born.

His throat grew tight when you suggested his late brother's name. You were afraid you'd overstepped, but he quickly kissed you on the lips and told you it was the perfect name for the newest addition to the Riley family.

Simon stared in awe at the small baby swaddled in his arms. You were fast asleep in your new bed, exhausted from the long, grueling day. Thomas' plump, rosy cheeks glowed softly as he yawned. Your husband beamed when two small, dark eyes just like his own gazed up at him.

“Hi there, little Tommy,” Simon breathed.

Both of you were unsure as to how Lily would take to her new baby brother. However, when her eyes lit up and she squealed when she saw him for the first time, Simon knew she’d be the best big sister.

Simon would make it a goal to read to Lily and Tommy every night. It melted your heart when you sat with him, Lily in her bed and Tommy in his crib listening to his low voice lull them to sleep.

While most date nights were spent inside your home nowadays, he was just happy to spend any time he had with you.

Simon would leave little gifts or notes around the house, letting you know what an amazing mother and wife you are.

If you feel insecure about your body after giving birth, he'll do everything in his power to remind you otherwise.

Your eyes widened as a sudden slap streaked across your ass. You whipped your head around. Simon's eyes were trained on the TV, though the hand draped over the arm of the couch said enough. You crossed your arms, thankful that Lily was playing in the adjacent room and Tommy was fast asleep in his crib.

"Got something to tell me, Si?" you said with a quirked brow. His lidded, chocolate-brown eyes flicked over to you, his hands reaching over to pull you on your lap.

"Simon!" you gasped. Laughs spilled from your lips as your husband bombarded your neck with kisses, his large hands reaching down and squeezing your bum.

"Can't help myself, sweetheart. Not when you're walking around with this cute arse of yours," he mused. You bit your lip and wiggled in his lap. He nibbled on your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered into it.

"Tonight, after the kids are asleep, why don't I show you just how irresistible you are?" Simon groaned.

Tommy was a much more of a fussy baby than Lily. He’d keep both of you up constantly. You called your/Simon's relatives or friends over every so often so both of you could have a break.

“How are you feeling, love?” Simon asked. Both of you were lying in the hammock in a park, the summer breeze rocking you back and forth. Your best friend was at home watching your children. Heavy bags rested below your eyes as you stretched.

“Fucking exhausted,” you sighed. Simon chuckled, brushing your hair from your forehead and planting a kiss over it.

“I know, hun. Why don’t you take a nap, yeah?” he suggested. You nodded, letting sleep quickly overtake you. He breathed in through his nose, his mind wandering too much for him to fall asleep. Instead, he took in the sight of his beautiful wife wrapped in his arms as the rest of the world melted away.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

(Writing these melts my heart ngl. We love Papa Ghost in this house).

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Mo ghràdh mòr 🩶

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x reader

A/N: this was supposed to be cute and all fluff but um... I spiraled. It's angsty, with a happy ending, though!!! I love Johnny sm 🤧

~Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: Domestic angst, mw3 is NOT canon in this house, the TF141 being the absolute best bois, Simon being the best best friend, HAPPY ENDING 🥳

《Word count》: 1.9k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"Johnny?"

"Yeah, bonnie?" He was stood in front of the pantry, searching for something to snack on as his body slightly angled itself towards the sound of your voice while his eyes were dead set on finding some food before dinner.

He was met with silence on your end and quiet shuffling, his arm already pushing to close the pantry when he felt your arms wrap around his middle. A sweet and giddy smile graced his face as did a pink tint at the familiar feeling of your cheek pressed against his back.

"I love you, s'all." You mumbled, your arms stretching over his taught stomach.

"Oh, that's all, aye?" Johnny teased lightly, although the love seeping from his honeyed voice failed to portray the tone as he intended, the calloused pads of his fingers going to gently rub over your hands.

"Actually, it's everything. 'Cause you're my everything, and I love you so much."

The soft hum of your voice against his skin sent a pleasant tingly feeling down his spine, one that crawled its way into his chest and exploded like millions of fireworks.

"I love ye too, my bonnie lass." He said softly, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

"But I wonder," Johnny began with that ever so familiar smirk ringing in his voice, "any reason yer no' sayin' it tae ma face?"

You grumbled something illegible into his back, and he could feel your brows scrunching together, which only made his cheshire like grin widen. He gently pried your hands from his stomach and turned around to face you before he wrapped your arms back around his middle.

Your chin was resting on his chest as you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, and everything in him melted.

"You weren't facing me, that's why." You replied sweetly as one of hid hands settled on your cheek, gently stroking the soft skin, while the other found its place on your hip.

"No other reason?" He grinned softly, watching you huff and pout at him.

"I can prove it."

"Yeah? And how would ye prove tha' tae-"

"I love you, Johnny MacTavish. With everything that I am. You might not be perfect, but you're perfect for me." You cut him off, looking into his ocean blue eyes, delivering your confession with every bit of sincerity you had in you.

His face fell, and with the way he turned red and his eyes got misty, you knew he didn't expect something like this.

You were joking around, teasing each other, and then you came along with your sincere love and dropped it on him like a bomb. And at that point Johnny just knew, he knew, it's not like you hadn't said the L-word before or that he ever doubted you, but this felt different. He sniffled and wiped at his nose before looking away from you.

"Steamin' Jesus, hen, ye cannae drop somethin' like tha' on an unsuspecting man." He cleared his throat, trying to discreetly wipe a few stray tears from his eyes. Your hand found his stubbled cheek and gently turned his face back to look at you.

"I mean every damn word." You smiled softly, his lips twitching upwards in a smile. Johnny tiped his head forward and slightly to the side, leaning into your touch and pressing a few small kisses to your palm.

"Ah don't deserve ye, bonnie." He mumbled into your hand with a sigh, nuzzling his face closer to your warm touch. Your brows shot together and you pinched the apple of his cheek.

"Don't say that!" You scolded him, an angry pout settling on your lips.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled softly, putting his hands up in mock surrender before uttering a quiet "c'mere." And pulling you into a loving embrace, held tightly to his chest.

"I love you too, mo ghràdh. I see ma future when I look into yer pretty eyes. It only beats for ye, ah swear." He said quietly, full of love and truth, moving your hand to rest right above his heart to feel the steady and comforting rythym of his blood pumping in his veins. You let out a sigh, having never felt safer than in his arms.

You stayed like this for a while, only until your limbs began to feel heavy and you gently sagged down to the floor with Johnny, backs pressed up against the pantry as you clung to each other still, not wanting to let go.

One arm was snaked around your middle, pulling you flush against his side while his other hand was loosely intertwined with yours as he gently fiddled with your fingers. Your head found its place onto his shoulder, reveling in the sensation of him beside you.

It was a comfortable and pleasant silence as the sun made its journey beyond the horizon, dipping the world into a dark indigo night speckled with the golden spots of the city lights. The lights in your kitchen dimmed, enough to see, but also so you could see outside your windows and watch life pass by for so many others all while all time had seemed to stop for both you and Johnny.

"I... don't mean to ruin the mood but.." you whispered, fearing that if you spoke any louder, your little slice of heaven could shatter beneath your fingertips. You could feel his head shift slightly, looking down at you presumably, which made you go on.

"I was so scared. I was so fucking scared, Johnny, I... I've never felt so helpless in my entire life. When I got that phone call, it was like... like getting my heart ripped out of my chest, and..." you took a breath after your shaky confession, keeping your gaze away from his. You knew that looking into his eyes at this very moment would break the dam, drowning you in a giant flood.

"I couldn't... I couldn't fix it. I had to watch. I don't even remember most of it, it's a big blurr of me wailing like I was the one that was hurt.. and then there were Simon and Kyle... they stopped me from physically falling apart, I think. I felt like I was dying and they both just held me so tight as if to stop the pain..." acid like tears were freely falling down your cheeks but you did everything in your power to keep your voice steady and finally tell Johnny what went on after his accident and the time he was in the hospital.

You glanced up at him when you felt his arms tighten around you, only to be met with tears of his own rolling down his face. You could practically see the lump in his throat from how hard he was trying to swallow it. But Johnny didn't say anything. He couldn't even if he wanted to, so he just held you as tightly as he could without breaking your bones and listened. "John put on his stupid Captain facade... I knew he was trying to be strong for our sake, for my sake, but I wanted to punch him so badly. And I... I was horrible to him that night, screaming obscenities and insults in his face, but he forgave it all." You swallowed, tasting the salt of your tears trickle down the back of your throat.

"Simon temporarily moved in with me. He insisted, there was no changing his mind," you laughed softly between sniffles at how stubborn Simon could be," he slept on that horrible couch for a month just so he could make sure I was okay. He was my rock, you know, just as Kyle and John were, but Simon... he's my best friend. And I wish I could've done something for him, too, he wouldn't even let me sleep on the couch when I offered him the bed and-" your chest was starting to shake from the sobs that racked through you as you clung to Johnny's sweatshirt.

"I'm sure ye did more for 'im than ye know." He croaked through his tightened throat, trying to push that horrid feeling in his chest down as he feared the thin string of composure he had left would snap and wreak a blizzard of emotions upon him.

He held you as you cried, hating the sound of your broken wails and sobs. His head fell back against the door of the pantry with a dull thump as he squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed once more.

Johnny almost hated your cries more than he did the heart wrenching things you'd confessed to him, he couldn't help but feel something cold pierce his heart everytime a new wrangled sound ripped from your throat. The pain he felt watching and hearing you in so much distress neared the agony and searing feeling he'd felt when he got shot.

He hated that it happened, why wasn't he more careful? He hated how much pain he'd caused you and his friends, although he knew it wasn't his fault. The both of you steadied your breathing, still sat on your kitchen floor, as your sobs were replaced by soft ragged breaths.

"I'm sorry." His words felt too loud as they broke through the silence, and he cringed slightly at how his voice sounded, all rough from the strain in his throat.

"Sorry for what?" You sniffled, wiping at your tears.

"I'm sorry for bein' so careless. And stupid. I-... I'm sorry for causin' ye all this pain.." when his voice broke halfway through the sentence, you quickly sat up on your knees and pulled him into a tight hug, his forehead falling onto your shoulder.

"It's not your fault, Johnny. Never, ever, ever is it your fault. It was horrible for you, too- shit, you're the one that got shot." You chuckled sadly, pulling a deep and pleasant rumble from his chest.

His hands were clutched to your waist as you were the one to hold him this time.

"I didn't mean to bring it up this suddenly, but it's just been weighing on me lately..." You mumbled, shifting around from the uncomfortable position you were in.

"S'okay, hen. I suppose it... sorta helps me when ye tell me what happened while I was... you know, out." He ended the sentence with a soft chuckle. You leaned back and looked at his face with a soft smile, gently brushing your thumb over the scar on his chin.

"I'll tell you if you think it'll help.. just not today. I'm exhausted." You giggled and that goofy smile of his was back in its rightful place.

"I think that's enough for one day, aye, lass?" He grinned sleepily, his eyes glazing over with sleep.

"Yeah, let's get to bed. I love you." You said softly, slightly shifting your weight forward to press a kiss to his lips. It was slow and soft, but so sweet it still made your spine tingle. So much emotion and passion was poured into that kiss, you could've sworn you were about to break into tears once more.

"I love ye more, mo ghràdh. More than you could ever know." Johnny replied, mumbling half of it against your mouth, impatient as he was.

"I love you even more than that." You grinned, challenging him a little to lighten the mood. He scoffed with a wide smirk, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around your middle as he teasingly bumped his nose against yours.

"That's impossible."

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First full Johnny fic, wooooo!!

I'm working on something BIG for John, too 👀

I hope you liked it, MWAH <3

More of my works 💫

[partycatty]

I don’t know if you’re open to requests but me and my friend have this hc and I would like to see your rendition of it. The reader is stressed about their Algebra test coming up and since Johnny has a PhD in quantum mechanics and deals with that stuff, he offers to help. And as the reader is thinking on the problem Johnny gives them, they put the pencil in their mouth seductively but are unaware of it and Johnny gets a little… riled up. And you can take it from there :)

Love ya !! 🥰💜

ough i love me a big smart man

johnny cage > teach you a lesson

notes: my last fic took all of my mental strength for smut for now so it's only gonna be implied

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• damn you and your stubbornness, you're here trying to get your engineering degree and the class you put off all these years finally creeps up on you... and you hate math. thankfully, your best friend has a phd (which still baffles you when you think about it too much; not that he's stupid, more that it's so out of left field for him that you thought he was joking when he first told you).

• knocking on his door, he answers so quickly you wonder if he tumbled down the stairs to answer you in record time. he was always ready to do anything you asked of him, so you knew he was the right person to go to

• you explain the situation, about how you're teetering on the edge of just tearing your textbooks apart with your teeth before he slows you down with his hands on your shoulders.

• johnny ushers you in, welcoming you to his dining room after sweeping the various accumulation of stuff littering every surface to a degree.

• johnny's smarter than you gave him credit for, focusing on his well-articulated lecture but you find yourself missing the middle portion of his lessons when his veiny arms are exposed as he rolls up his shirt. his hands were so defined, so strong...

• "are you even listening?" he groans dramatically, waving said head in front of your face. "you wanna pass this class or not?"

• you swallow thickly, though the subject is still shamefully fuzzy in your mind. nodding slowly, johnny pinches the bridge of his nose before resuming.

• "maybe this'll be easier if we..." he leans over your seated form, towering over you as he flips your notes to a blank page over your shoulder. "here." he writes an example equation, a relatively easy one so he could break it down for you.

• shaking the dirty thoughts, you try to pick the equation apart, separating what you know is in the correct order of operations, but you're stumped when the denominators don't add up like they should.

• the tip of your pencil brushes against your bottom lip as your brows knit in thought. it swiped across the width of your lip, pushing in ever so slightly against your teeth as you desperately try to find a way past the confusion.

• johnny falls eerily silent, fists clenching as he breathing feels hot and heavy down your neck. he rubs his face, circling the table with a long sigh. the noise draws your attention, completely oblivious to how tight his pants were from the display.

• "sorry," you sheepishly look down at the paper. "this is... a lot."

• "no... no! you're fine!" johnny snaps himself back to reality at your puppy eyed expression, like his desperation for you was somehow your fault when it was really his for not knowing how to keep things in control.

• you feel smaller as you sink into the chair, trying to retrace your steps through the numbers. instinctively, the pencil finds its way to your mouth again and you gently suck on the shortened eraser, your tongue pressing against the head of it as the multiplication takes its time in your mind.

• johnny chokes on air, punching his chest to hide his flustered face. he can't even look at you or you might notice the steam from his ears.... why were you here again?

• "you're not helping," you remind him teasingly, and he jogs to your side with a cool breath to regulate his temperature. "did i do this right?"

• johnny leans down, his chin almost on your shoulder as he inspects your work. the error stands out to him at lightning speed and he pulls at your wrist, abruptly tugging the pencil from your mouth and slamming it against the table.

• "there," he huffs out, circling the error with his finger. "five over nine. not nine over five." his eyes flick between the back of your head and the pencil, and the way the eraser shines. he might pass out if he thinks too hard about it.

• he should've picked an easier equation so you'd stop thinking so damn hard about this, he thinks. the pencil wanders back between your lips and it's when you bite down on the pink tip his flat palm slaps the table, making everything rattle. you jump and look up with a shocked expression.

• "can you... not." he breathes, cheeks red and brows furrowed.

• "not... what?" you look down, maybe you had a bad habit in the math process?

• "don't do that." he's being vague, it's getting on your nerves.

• "you're gonna have to be clearer."

• "keep that thing away from your mouth," johnny points at your fingers twirling the pencil, an accusatory finger firm like he caught it committing a crime.

• "the pencil?" you're caught off guard, wondering what his issue is.

• "yes, the damn pencil!" he groans, running a hand down his face. "can't think straight for a single second when you're... you know."

• it clicks in your head, what he's asking of you. it flusters you but also fills you with an egotistical desire. you always had a lingering crush on your best friend, but you never wanted to act on it out of fear of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. johnny's deep, dark voice makes your core stir as you think about the possibilities, how to test the waters from here.

• you slowly place it flat against your tongue, trying to ignore the taste as you relish in the way johnny twitches his eye at the sight. he wants to look away but you're forcing him to, that knowing glint fatal for his heart. the thought of your tongue holding the heavy weight of his thumb, or worse, his dick, is driving him up the wall.

• johnny stomps beside you, grabbing your wrist and pulling the pencil away, managing to throw it out of your grasp and capturing your lips with his own as the pencil rolls off on its own adventure.

• his kiss is consuming, far too much for your mind as you grow dizzy at the loss of breath. his hands pull at your face and neck, trying to squish your face against his as he swallows every whimper and gasp for breath you expel.

• just as he pulls away to get oxygen, his thumb slides between your lips and presses against your tongue, your hot and heavy breath driving him wild.

• "are you really trying to do this to me?" he asks as your lips wrap around his finger, sucking gently. his eyes flutter shut and he groans, nodding downward with his head.

• "maybe," you quietly reply through his finger, sinking to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his outer thighs. you're perfectly in line with his crotch, but your eyes are too busy admiring the flustered actor above you as he looks down his nose. he pulls his thumb away, groaning at the thin trail of saliva that falls down your lip from the loss.

• "i'll teach you a lesson," he reaches for his belt buckle, the clinking of metal dulling every sense but your hearing.

• you can study later... probably.

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Simon praising Darling for being a good girl when she announces she’s pregnant 😮‍💨 like I’m sorry sir, who gave you the right to be so damn hot when you’re FICTIONAL?!

And Darling is just confused af about wtf he means. Like does she ever find out they fucked with her BC and knocked her up?? I must know, I must have more 😈🤭

He's like, 'you've done so well, darling' and she's like 'wait, what the fuck just happened?'

AU - not canon for Dead Disco Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. Brief mention of smut, mature themes. Angst. Vomiting. Doctors. Pregnant reader. Relationship issues. Dark themes.

"I've got ya." Johnny coos while he rubs your back where you are kneeling over the toilet, breakfast and bile coming up your throat with every other heave.

"I hate this." you moan between pants, propping your arm up to rest your head. He clucks his tongue, standing to run a cloth under the sink and returning to press it to your forehead gently. It's cold, and soft, and moving in easy circles.

"I know, darling. I know." You push away, slumping into his arms, letting him cuddle you close while he leans back against the bathroom wall and you count his heartbeats from where your head lays on his chest.

The door creaks open, and Simon's halfway inside, peering down at the two of you, mild concern in his eyes while he studies your slouching form.

"Third time today." He notes with a frown, and you nod. They count, keep track of everything, so they can recall it for your doctor's visits and make sure everything is still within 'normal' range. Morning sickness, your doctor has assured them too many times to count, is very normal.

"Morning sickness, the nausea, vomiting, is all normal."

"She's sick multiple times a day." Simon grits out. Johnny shifts his weight nervously, while you sigh and pat his hand comfortingly.

"If we were seeing drastic weight loss, or the panels were coming back outside of normal range, I would be concerned. But that's not happening. So, you've nothing to worry about." You give her a relieved smile, and hope they'll actually listen this time, although you know it's kind of pointless. "So," she claps her hands, and then motions to the table, and Johnny visibly brightens. This is everyone's favorite part, the ultrasound. You always glue your eyes to the screen, holding you breath to see the baby, the little blob in black and grey, your own little bean. You're obsessed with the sound of the heartbeat, taking comfort in its strength, its steadiness. So much so you bought a fetal doppler, just so you could all hear it at home. "Should we take a peek?"

"I'm fine." you assure him, holding a hand out. "Help me up." He grips you by your elbow, pulling you to your feet and into him briefly, so he can nuzzle his nose into your hair with a deep breath. "Now get out, I'm gross. Need to wash my face." You insist, pushing both him and Johnny into the hallway playfully before closing the door.

You have a lot of drawers, in this bathroom. Almost all of them actually, and most of them are a bit of a mess, unorganized, things strewn about. Sometimes, like now, you have to dig around for things. You're looking for something specific, a heavier moisturizer, one that can combat some of the dryness around your nose. Your fingers flip through tubes and tubs and creams, old mascara and half busted hair clips. You tsk, irritated that you're having a hard time finding the blue jar, until-

Your fingers brush against your old birth control pack. Encased in a cream colored piece of plastic, little pills lined up in a row. Just the sight of it frustrates you. After so many years, it finally failed. Finally let you down.

You don't know, but you pull it out. Maybe to look at it closer, to see if it will be expired by the time you finally need it again, or maybe, just to look at the thing that was your one constant since you were practically a child.

Either way. You study it closer, and that's how you notice the corner of the pill tray. The little foil piece on the corner is lifted, just a smidge, just enough for you not to notice, but when you peel it, it comes away so easily, so perfectly, with minimal adhesive. Like's it been pulled away before and put back in place. Like it's been moved.

When you realize, the floor room spins. It shudders around you, bathroom walls curving closer and closer to where you stand in front of the sink, eyes wide, dumbfounded. They wouldn't. They wouldn't. Would they? You blink at yourself in the mirror. You look, tired, but mostly healthy, a true testament to absolute hovering that has been occurring in your life over the past five months. You never lift a finger, you don't want for anything.

Because you're pregnant.

Because you're pregnant, with their baby, that you thought you got knocked up with on accident.

Your stomach curdles. They did this on purpose. Your fingers clench against the stone of the sink while you remember, all those nights when they pressed you to the mattress and made you see stars, while they filled you with their come over and over, every day. They were actively trying. They wanted this. A giant black hole rips open inside of you. It sucks your joy, your happiness, your dreams of future into it immediately. It dismantles everything you thought you knew as truth, takes a hammer and smashes apart every single second of the last five months.

They took your choice away. You stomach flips, and the you’re flinging yourself back in front of the toilet, bile spewing on your lips while you dry heave. It burns, the sting matching the sear of the tears that track down your face.

How could they do this?

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Part 1

Part 2

I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 3)

When a perfect opportunity to bring some of his childhood to Ghost accured he decided to act.

They were on mission the day before, Soap was cleaning out an area while Ghost was keeping an eye on him with a sniper. They didn't get injured or anything like that, but Soap took his sweet time to finish the mission and Ghost had to sit in one position for a couple of hours looking at every move the sergeant made. He didn't mind then.

But men did Ghost's back hurt after. He was always kind of tense, Soap knew that. But today Ghost was huffing and puffing everytime he as much got up from a chair. Even Price told him to "Lie the fuck down". Ghost of course said that he was fine, but when they all went on their evening training Ghost excused himself quite quickly. This was very out of characters because usually he was the last one to leave and the one who made Soap push his limits.

Soap decided to follow after Ghost not too long after, going straight to lieutenant's room. He just walked in, eyes on the floor like always. Just in case Ghost doesn't have his mask on. Soap knows he is unbearable, but he would never let himself break the trust Ghost gave him with being disrespectful. It's not like Soap was clueless, he was aware that if it was anybody else just barging in Simon's room, that person would be greeted with a knife to their skull. Soap was greeted with an exasperated groan. Soap lifted his gaze when met with no protests.

Ghost was lying in bed on his stomach, face burried in pillows- maskless. Soap quickly looked down.

"Ghost! Yer mask!"

"You are the one who walked in here, like it's your room." Ghost said, voice muffled by the fabric.

"Well yeah! But you always tell me BEFORE I actually look at ye."

"You saw nothing, you won't get a lot of my face from looking at the back of my head. I am not moving, you can look"

Soap hesitantly looked up. "So... Everything is fine huh?"

"Fine and dandy" He muttered.

Soap refused to accept those words as the truth. He rolled his eyes seizing the opportunity that Ghost weren't looking. He walked up to him and carefully put his hand at the base of Ghost's nape. He gave him time to move away and when he didn't, Soap put all his body weight on his arm.

Ghost groaned and grabbed Soap's arm tightly.

"I can feel how you are perfectly fine."

"You are certainly not helping, Soap."

"But ah could be! You just have to let me." The Scott pulled out his hand from Ghost's grasp.

"I am not rubbing my back with this stinking magic alcohol you try to force on everyone."

Soap made an exaggerated shocked expression, even if Ghost couldn't see it. "It's from my grandma! And it's good for literally everything! Sore throat? Drink it. Stuffed nose? Rub a little on your neck. Something hurts? Rub it in! It's magic and you all don't believe me!"

"I will reek like a fucking distillery."

"How do you know?" Soap crossed his arms.

"Because you use it almost everyday and I can smell it. I am surprised that Price didn't think you were drunk after you used it the first time."

"Well- ok, maybe. It isn't even what I wanted to do. I will give you a massage."

Ghost shifted on his bed. "No."

"But why! Ye want to suffer for the rest of the week? We have a mission soon." Johnny whined.

"You won't do it properly and it will fuck me up even more, besides you know how-" Ghost seemed to be considering his wording. "How I deal with-" Ghost couldn't finish the sentence. So Soap finished it for him in his mind- 'touch'.

Ghost wasn't a fan of touch. When they have met, Soap was unaware of that fact, but now he could tell when Ghost will be tolerating his touchiness and when it was better to keep his distance. What was important is that sometimes Soap seemed to be the only one falling under 'somehow comforting' instead of just 'tolerated'.

"I can massage you through you clothes if it would make you feel better, Simon. And ah didn't mean a normal massage. I want to try something my ma used to do when I was small. Will you let me?"

"......Get on with it then."

If Soap could scream he would, of course he mostly did it for Ghost, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it. Bringing comfort to people he lov- cared about felt especially rewarding to him.

Soap hopped onto the bed, swung one of his legs over Ghost and sat on his things. "Alright?"

Ghost's ears were burning red, but he nodded. Soap took a deep breath.

"Close yer eyes and at least try to relax. You are a pile of stiff muscles... And do not laugh at what I am about to do or I will break your spine lad."

Soap laid his palms flat on Ghost. "It was a stormy day..." He tapped his fingers all over the Brit's back and shoulders. "The rain got stronger that ever." He put a little bit more strength into taping his fingers, pressing longer when he felt tension under the fabric. "Suddenly a lady in heels appeared, running through the storm." Soap mimicked a walking pattern with his hands. "After her there was a man in heavy boots." He pushed his clenched fists into Ghost's shirt, kneading the tension away. And Soap could feel it, the tension leaving Ghost's shoulders, the muscles relaxing under him. Soap continued with his little story, trying to represent it with his hands on Ghost. Ghost was shuddering every now and then, holding his sheets for dear life.

Suddenly Soap blew cold air on his neck. "Did the goose bumps go away?"

Ghost took a sharp inhale.

"Usually I would be already asleep when my mom did that or tell her 'no' so she would do it one more time." Soap was mindlessly caressing Ghost's shoulders now and noticed that Ghost is still shuddering. "Hey, you alright, Si?"

"Close your eyes." Ghost whispered, voice strangled.

Soap did as requested, he felt some movement under him.

"You can look." Ghost was resting just as before, face pressed into the pillows. The only difference was that, now he was shirtless. "Go again."

Soap felt butterflies exploding in his stomach. He was never met with so much trust from Ghost, he not only let him see him but also let him touch his beautiful skin. Soap felt special.

And if Ghost still had his face burried into pillows, only because his cheeks were wet with tears- no one had to know. Soap not only made Ghost enjoy touch again, he made him crave it.

My mom used to do that when I was stressed or couldn't sleep so I really wanted to include it. The story Soap is telling is what I remember to be told, but it all sadly starts to get blurry.

[lavishl0ve]

hi guys!! i’ve lowk been to a slytherin boys kick (ml, mattheo riddle lol) and decided to write a little about him. I haven’t posted in a while but i might as well share for any of the other girlies which enjoy just as much mattheo as me. Enjoy 💋🫶

(Sorry to my Johnny Slaughter stans)

OH i also take any story ideas if you wanna send me a dm 🙏

⚠️ Story Context: Fighting between you and Riddle was never unordinary, but that was until this night where it turned physical…

This Friday night played out as it always did, no studies on weekends which meant party time. A decent gathering but nothing too impressive. (As per invite from Pansy). Perhaps 200 students, flashing neon lights that gave you a headache after what was a couple too many drinks, and always losing trace of Mattheo Riddle- your boyfriend. He’d always seemed glued to a corner, puffing something into the air, whether it was outside or with Theo it never really made a difference. He would do it. Over, over, and over again, and each time he’d come back to your dorm, many hours after the party he specifically brought you to, he’d always smell like something. Cigarettes, weed, alcohol, as long as it was a substance there was a chance. Some days he’d even show up with fresh bruises or blood running from some open wound. But tonight it would be different.

Partying takes a toll on everyone every once in a while, for you it was today. You find yourself slumped on the corner sofa near Enzo and Pansy- your closest friends. Leaning your head on Enzo’s shoulder you watch Pansy down shot after shot. You roll over slightly- your back now pressed against Enzo’s side for a better view. Common chatter with Pansy subsides before she runs off to the dance floor with Blaise. You knew the drill, and therefore the rest of the night was filled with mindless, deep, drugged chatter with the also very bored Enzo Berkshire. It wouldn’t be long before the blasted music started to make your ears ring; You went back to your dorm.

The cycle continued, you lay sprawled out on your bed in your sweaty makeup and the somewhat kept hair you curled earlier this evening staring at the ceiling on those cold silk sheets that felt so nice under your warm sickly feeling skin- this moment always made you feel disgusted. You knew what was about to come. And with that sudden thought an intoxicated Mattheo barges through the door.

Physically, it was worse tonight. You could see the redness in his eye, the stumble in his walk and the stench coming off from him.

He leans over you, planting a light kiss on your cheek before taking a inhale…

“You fucking whore.” He scoffs, muttering under his breath.

Your eyebrows pinch in confusion, tilting your head to find some sort of understanding from his actions.

“Don’t give me that look,” Mattheo says- voice rising, “I can smell him all over you.”

You take a whiff of your clothes, Enzo's cologne. It had rubbed onto your dress.

“Oh god Mattheo, it’s Berkshire’s!” You argue,

“Yeah right.” He laughs, shaking his head.

“Don’t be like that Mattheo, YOU were the one that ditched me at that party. At Least he was good enough to not leave me there-“ you pause, “And what did you do? Get intoxicated enough to not even realize your best friend's cologne?!”

Tensions filled the air.

Mattheo strides around the room, pacing at your sharp words before taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Even the way he puffed the smoke showed his anger.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Sometimes it’s like you’re not even my boyfriend anymore..” you sigh.

Your sudden denying of his love for you triggered something in him, he suddenly lunged at you, gripping deep into your shoulder, “Don’t you ever say that again-“ A pooling sensation grows in your left shoulder,

You glance, his lit cigarette scorched into your soft skin. You yelp in defiance. That only resulted in him tightening his grip.

“You know I’d do fucking anything for you!” He hisses through teeth.

With that sentence he pushes you back from his grip onto the bed you had lay on.

You curl up, gripping the shoulder which he burned- finding zero comfort in the cold silk sheets. It felt like fire erupted within your skin, screaming to tear your flesh apart for a single slice of air.

After longing moments Mattheo's busy mind notices your quiet cries, in the same position he’d left you. Something was wrong- and he noticed it now sobering him up.

His shadow appeared at your side. Mattheo Riddle has always had a violent reputation… but he’d never done anything to you. Until now.

You flinch at his approach- hiding your face away from his gaze. His cold hand reaches out to your right shoulder, turning you toward him slightly as he brushes pieces of your hair aside. He glances at the glistening trails gliding down your once done face.

“Wha- wha-“ He mutters,

Mattheo Riddle couldn't form a sentence. Abnormal.

A flicker of desperation ran through his gaze trying to understand the pain point of your crying.

Mattheo narrowed your body slightly toward him more when he saw it. He ran his calloused hands delicately over the reddening burn four times- almost like he couldn’t believe it. The crumpled cigarette on the bed focuses into his view. You sense his breath hitch at his realization- his touch twitching on your skin.

You tilt your head up slightly towards him, his unfocused look on the burn along with his rapid breathing delivered a difference in his demeanor.

You reach out to his tightening palm which he cusped on his thigh, with your contact it seemed like a broken spell. Mattheo dark eyes instantly refocused onto yours searching within them for a sign of sincerity, he cupped your face within his hands,

“I’m so sorry..” his voice cracked,

You nod slightly at his apology as he places a strong hand on the back of your head bringing you into his grasp.

He muttered “I'm so sorry” over and over again like a constant record, almost like you’d never forgive him for the horror he brought upon you.

But you knew you would.

Because you always have.

[tiny-raccoon-hands]

Tellin' you it's nice to see how good you're doing (Even though we know it isn't true) prt. 2

The closer mandatory leave got, the more Johnny seemed to retreat into himself. Zoning out of conversations frequently, sheepishly asking for things to be repeated once again as he laughed and apologized. He always gave some random excuse, each one different than the last. This strange behavior was consistent enough that people were beginning to notice.On one occasion, Ghost had watched Gaz pull Johnny aside, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

They had spoken in voices so soft that it was impossible to know what was said, Johnny had squeezed Gaz's shoulder and laughed in a way that made it feel like someone was dragging a cheese grater against Ghost's heart with how fake it sounded.He expected Gaz to push, to not be fooled by the act Johnny was performing, yet he didn't seem to notice anything wrong with whatever answer Johnny gave him. It frustrated Ghost, because damn it! Why didn't anyone see what he saw? How was everyone so blind to the pain that Johnny was so obviously going through?!Ghost had seen the way Johnny's hands would clench and unclench whenever someone mentioned going back home to their families.

How he had been open to answering questions about his family but had dodged questions about his mother. How every detail about her had been short and to the point whenever someone asked.It all came to a boiling point when it reached late afternoon, Ghost had been heading to his room when he heard Johnny's voice rising in volume from the kitchen. A part of Ghost wanted to ignore it, it wasn't his business and it wasn't in his nature to eavesdrop. Yet the distressed tone that was beginning to seep into Johnny's voice scratched at the back of Ghost's brain unpleasantly.

It was a losing battle, he found himself subconsciously heading towards the commotion before he really made a decision. A quick glance inside told him that Johnny was on the phone with someone who seemed to be screaming into the receiver, judging on how far away Johnny held the phone from his ear. His usually carefree and happy expression was twisted into something cold and empty,"I'm still going to visit, nothings changed....", Johnny had said in response once the screaming stopped.

Apparently what he said was a mistake because whatever was said next made Johnny's eyebrows furrow with hurt and anger, "M'not in charge of that! Yer always making it seem like it's my fault!"More shouting greeted him and Johnny's face fell, blue eyes dimmed, almost like the light was forcefully snuffed out, "I never said that...", He reached up and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, "A disappointment?", He nodded, "I knew ye were gonna say that.", He pulled his hand away and took a deep breath, listening to a long tangent the person on the other line launched into.

Finally Johnny sighed, "Look, I hav'ta go.... Mm.... Alright bye mum.... Ye I... Luv ye too...", With that Johnny put his phone down and buried his face into his arms. It was then that Ghost had decided that he had enough, moving into the kitchen, he made his presence known. Johnny's head shot up in alarm, red rimmed blue eyes wide with shock.

[trev0rc0re]

141 Boys Piercings HC's

Because I got my navel pierced today and lemme tell you I was thinking about posting this all day,, no longer a post virgin officially HEY TUMBLR

warnings: swearing, mentions of a d!ck piercing

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Definitely has his ears pierced from the same day that he got his tattoos. when Si was blowing all his hard earned money on his sleeves, he made a snap-decision in the middle of the skeevy, foul odoured tattoo and piercing parlour. An "ah, fuck it" kinda thing. Adrenaline-drunk and feeling as if his entire arm was engulfed in flames from the fresh ink scratched across his skin, his stupid, juvenile self couldn't help but ask how much the tiny, black studs in the jewelry display case were. The front desk could have cared less that Simon had just gotten a tattoo and was already in pain higher than his tolerance (although, hiding it very well), after all, he had already slammed £40 on the desk. Soon enough, Simon stumbled out of the shop with not only a tattoo wrapped in second skin, but a hole punched into each of his ears as well. He never once regretted it— he never shows his face or head at work so it has never been an issue, and to this day nobody on TF141 has any idea that the Simon 'Ghost' Riley has earrings. He would get another piercing, but nowhere else besides on his ears.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

Soap is definitely the type to have small and hidden piercings, while also being a little bit more wild and unexpected. He only has one of his lobes pierced, but two or three tiny silver helix rings wind around each of his ears, catching the flashes of gunfire and glow of explosions during missions. He got his lobe done simply because he thought a single piercing would look badass, but also to match with his teen sister, who had finally been allowed by their heavily Catholic parents to get her ears pierced for her birthday. Soap drove her to the parlour and paid for the entire process, then surprised her by paying for himself as well, getting a matching light blue stud. "So I can always remember what I'm fighting for when I'm out there," he had smiled warmly at her, squeezing her shoulder. Over the years one ear piercing would turn into multiple helix piercings, which somehow turned into him winding up with his boxers down on an examining table, white-hot pain from a piercing needle forcing its way through the backside of his tip ripping through his lower body. He swears that the frenum piercing was worse than any kind of gunshot, RPG or flame that he had ever fought his way through, but now, it's his favourite story for shocking the women he drunkenly takes interest to at the bar. Every girl he crosses paths with wants a taste of the cool, metallic buds on their tongue, and practically falls at his feet begging to take a peek at the oddly placed piercing.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

Dude, Gaz is a cool ass guy. Definitely pierced his nose himself in high school with the help of his friends, although they really weren't needed. In the dead of night during a sleepover, using the crudest of tools possible — one of his grandmother's sewing pins heated up with a lighter, rubbing alcohol and a piercing meant for an ear — he somehow had such precision and confidence in his work that the needle punctured cleanly through his nostril without even a snag or drop of blood. He calmly slid the needle out of his nose and giggled as his friends doubled over and gagged at disbelief. Promptly securing the piercing in place and dabbing it with a cotton pad soaked in cold rubbing alcohol, Gaz beamed. "S'pose I should drop the army and do this as a job after year 13, eh?" he stuck out his tongue, mood so elevated that he couldn't even feel a twinge of pain as he twirled the gem in his face. In the mirror the diamond face looked huge and awkward, obvious that it wasn't meant for a nose, and his furious parents ripped his ass to shreds once the sun came up the next day, yet Gaz couldn't find it in him to care about any of it. He had done the piercing perfectly, 100% by himself, something he would never be able to shut up about for years after, even after the hole had closed and healed over. He would love to get his nostril re-pierced, as well as getting studs after seeing the one that Soap parades around with, but he knows its too late for him — the healing process would interfere with his gritty, hands on job. For now, Gaz just admires the piercings of others from afar, and of course, has no shame in sharing his own story from his teens.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Back when Price was in school, it was unusual for boys his age to even think about getting piercings, unless of course you had been disowned by your estranged family and were going through an identity crisis. So of course growing up in a strict family in the English countryside, Price had never tasted the saline solution associated with aftercare; had never been acquainted with any needles or body jewelry anywhere near him, ever. After joining the army at 16, he had bigger things to worry about than altering his appearance, like moving up in the ranks and staying alive. Only when 141 was formed was when Price realized how many younger men actually had body piercings — he would catch Soap twirling the rings in his ears while going over mission plans in an unbreakable focused state; would silently glimpse at the studs In Ghost's ears as he passed him in the halls (Price had been the only member of the force who Ghost had actually let see his studs.) During the lighter moments of duo sniper missions with Gaz, crawling through the muck of bloody grass and foliage, he would glance at the slight crater in the younger man's nostril, feeling a tiny smile tug across his lips.

"Gaz?"

"Captain?" He mocked Price's tone, smiling as he adjusted his rifle's zoom.

"Care to tell me how you ended up with that hole in your nose, again?"

And of course, Gaz would tell him every little detail for the hundredth time, and Price — filled to the brim with respect and care for his men — was damn content with listening.

I fucking started this at 1 am and finished at 1:45 holy shit. Banged it tf out, so I'm sorry if there's any typos!

~Gemma

[timaeusterrored]

(Something I was thinking about today✨)

Vax hadn’t been answering his phone. Not necessarily uncommon but normally he warned Kerry before he went into missions like that. He had been rather quiet as well, his smile not reaching his eyes this morning. Not wanting to get out of bed. He understood that feeling all too well.

Guadalupe had called him around five saying V had been in Jackie’s garage all day. Now he was asleep in his room. Kerry jumped to check what day it was, maybe it was that time all ready. But it wasn’t, V was just having an off day and needed to feel close to his brother. Kerry also understood that.

Kerry pulled into the Welles residence, V’s bike nowhere to be seen. Most likely in the garage. It was raining now, and Kerry hauled it inside.

Mama Welles was waiting for him in the living room with a shoe box in her lap. God he hadn’t seen something like that in years. A shoe box full of pictures.

“He’s still sleeping, I’ve been checking on him every 30 minutes or so. Something happen?” She was fair in thinking Kerry fucked up and sent her son into a spiral of silence, but as far as Kerry knew, he hadn’t done anything to upset Vax.

“Not that I know of?” He said softly, looking towards the stairs where his partner was somewhere upstairs.

“Sit with me, want to show you something.” She said, patting the space next to her. Even at his age, it was weird being alone with the woman that would possibly be his mother-in-law someday.

He sat next to her, and was offered a picture. He was greeted with a picture of V, his hair a dark blue, baby face and clean shaven, the beginnings of his snake tattoo on his side. He couldn’t help but smile a bit, seeing V so young and full of life, that smile Kerry loved so much on his face. V smiled like Johnny now… it was unsettling. But not a dealbreaker.

“He was about 18 in that picture, Vik gave me some of his old pictures since I had requested them. Wanted pictures of my other boy that’s not a mugshot.” Kerry’s eyes immediately went to the hilarious mugshot of his mainline above the TV for all to see. He looked so serious for a guy that had neon green hair at the time. Kerry shook his head.

“Figured you may like this one.” The next one he got was a picture of V and Jackie asleep on the couch, the two in a weird position of V basically smothering Jackie with his legs, sound asleep in a Second Conflict tank. He still had that tank top somewhere, mostly used it for painting and fixing the cars. His tattoo on his left arm was completed then, and the swirls on his hands were coming into place.

“And another.” This one took Kerry of guard, V was younger in it, maybe sixteen, with a broken and bloody nose with a big smile on his face. He was wearing a Samurai shirt in that one. “That was his first boxing match.” She said softly, chuckling.

Sometimes it hit Kerry that he’d never get to know this V. Yeah he was a kid in these pictures, but the ones with Jackie and his other friends pre-relic… he’d never know that V. His smile was different, his eyes held a light he didn’t have now. He loved his V yes, but he’d never get to know pre-relic V…

He looked up when he heard the stairs creaking, and his V came into the living room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was wearing a shirt that was way too big for him and a pair of sweats that must’ve been his that was still here from his time living here. He blinked at the sight of Kerry Eurodyne sitting on his mom’s couch, just… there.

“Hey…” he croaked out, his voice hoarse with sleep. He walked over, curling up next to Kerry. Then slowly looked at them.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, the pictures of V sitting on Kerry’s lap.

“You got to see and have pictures of me, I get to see pictures of you.”

“But-“

“No buts. You have a picture of me with a full mullet tucked behind the steering wheel of the Caliburn.” Kerry accused, making his partner deflate.

“But these are cringy.” V whined, picking up one.

“Yeah I think that’s the point. All parents have cringy pictures of their children to share with their partners.”

Kerry could still sense something was off with his partner, but just kissed his temple and enjoyed his moans and groans when Kerry was given pictures to admire of V’s youth.

“Such a cutie.” Kerry pinched his cheek teasingly when Mama Welles put the pictures away.

“You boys wanna stay for dinner? I have stuff to make your favorite.” Mama Welles smiled when V perked up.

“Zuppa Tuscana?” He asked, hopeful.

Mama Welles nodded and he looked at Kerry with those big eyes he could never say no too. “Like I could ever say no to you.” He said softly, kissing his nose.

V settled back, resting his head in Kerry’s lap and turned the TV on. Delicious smells came from the kitchen while the two waited, Kerry playing with his hair. He watched V more than the actual TV.

He had seen everything before, nothing new on TV or music… but V was a sight to behold, his light in his darkest hour. He quietly reached down and played with the engagement ring on V’s finger, making the merc smile a bit. His own smile.

[abbatoirablaze]

Burning Up, Chapter 7

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings:  implied smut, anxiety, nudity. 

“So, you’ll come?” he asked sweetly.  You began to melt as you looked into his eyes, the hopeful gaze making you wish you could stay in bed, “I mean, you don’t have to.  It would just be really great if-“

“Of course Curtis,” you giggled as your boyfriend kissed you gently.  You couldn’t help but smile as he kept himself wrapped around you while you tried to shift away from him to get dressed for the day, “but you have to let me go to work.”

For a moment it was as though he’d given up, releasing you so that you could get dressed.  He watched you lovingly, admiring your once naked form.  But then he sat up, “can I at least have a kiss?”

“I already gave you a kiss!”

“But I want more!” he begged sweetly.  You sighed, and took a few steps forward.  His large arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned down to kiss him once more, “are you sure you can’t stay home today?”

“Positive!” you sighed, rubbing your nose gently against his own. 

“I wanna keep you all to myself though,” he grinned, continuing to hold you firmly around the waist.  You giggled even more as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, “you know what, I don’t think I’m going to let you go.  Nope…you’re coming with me.”

“Curtis, I have to work…you aren’t even leaving for the station until noon.  And by then my shift will almost be over.”

“So we can stay in bed forever,”  he teased, smacking your ass as he began towards the bedroom once more, “we can stay in bed and you can help me feel sexy all over again.  You know, I’m beginning to think those little sessions are only short term solutions.  I think we need to really focus on this and do a marathon.”

“Trust you me…the confidence you’ve had since I ‘helped you feel sexy’ is off the charts,” you smiled, smacking his own ass.  With a gentle toss, you giggled when you felt the bed under you and him crawling over your body.  But you put a stop to it when your hands braced against his chest, “Curtis Everett. No.  We both know if this goes any further I’ll end up a moaning mess beneath you and you wont make it to the fire station and I won’t make it to the hospital!”

“Is that really such a bad thing?”

“With you,” you teased as he pulled your panties to the side and buried his head between your legs, “I’m starting to think-oh…Curtis.  Right there.”  

“Come on Everett, get in the zone!”

“This is supposed to be sexy, Cap…come on!” another one of the guys began, “You are supposed to make the ladies want you…and right now…I doubt any woman wants to see this.”

“This is just downright embarrassing,” Johnny muttered, huffing as the photographer continued to try to readjust Curtis and how he was with the hose, “sure someone else can’t switch out with him?”

A blush rose to your cheeks as you saw your boyfriend awkwardly gripping the firehose between his legs, his meaty length tucked back so that it wasn’t accidentally in the picture.  The male photographer, a guy that’s worked with them just about every calendar, seemed to be getting frustrated though, the longer Curtis fumbled with the hose. 

“Maybe we should take a break!” The photographer suggested. 

You frowned, seeing the sadness and frustration on your boyfriend’s face, “Oh…uhm…yeah.  Okay.”

“Storm!  Grab Reed and Ben and jump in there for the April picture!”

“Hell yeah!” the younger firefighter grinned, already ripping his shirt off.  But he stopped when Reed and Ben appeared behind him.

“Easy there, kid!”

“Come on, Johnny…show some tact,” Reed sighed, “never start with the shirt off.”

“Oh hey there,” Bucky said quickly as he noticed you.  He nudged Johnny, and the two of them began blushing as you stepped into the area of the main floor that was blocked off for the shoot, “Johnny and I were just trying to see what we could-“

“You were harassing Curtis…weren’t you?” You asked, cutting him off. 

His blush deepened and you crossed your arms over your chest, “or were you and Johnny just trying to sneak a peak at my boyfriend’s package…because neither one of you really seem to be helping.”

“No-No, it’s not like that,” Johnny stuttered, fumbling over his words, what on earth would make you think that?”

“Maybe you guys should take a break too…or get in front of the camera yourselves!”

Johnny and Bucky nodded, all too eager to get out of the room, leaving you with Curtis.  Reed and Ben nodded at the photographer and he managed to excuse himself, trailing up the stairs after the two firefighters. 

Your boyfriend dropped the hose and then shuffled towards you in nothing but his birthday suit; untucking himself with a heavy sigh.

“Hey baby…”

“You okay there, big guy?” you asked gently.  He shook his head, and the distance between the two of you closed.  Soon enough you were wrapped in his arms and natural scent.  He tucked his face against your neck, and a shiver ran up your spine, “Curtis?”

“I can’t do this, baby….”

“What?” you asked, pulling away from him ever so slightly, “yes you can.  What happened to the confidence from this morning?”

“I watched the other guys do their shoots,” he said sadly, “they all got it within the first few shots.  They knew what they were doing.  And it was all so easy.  They-“

“Curtis…have you never done it before?”

“I’ve never posed naked before, no,” he said quickly, “I’ve always just been in the background…I never had to worry about-“

“Baby…”

He stopped speaking when you cut him off.  Your heart broke seeing your boyfriend so sad, tears in his eyes.

“I don’t want to do this,” he said sadly, “I-I just want to go home…me and you, cuddled up in bed.  I don’t want to worry about any of this.  I-“

“Curtis you can do this,” you said sweetly, your hands reaching up to cradle his face, “I believe in you.  And I know you can do this.”

“Baby…I’m not sexy.”

“Are you kidding me,” you scoffed, “of course you are!  You’re amazing, Curtis!  You can do this and nail it!”

“No I ca-“he began, but he immediately cut himself off when you took a few steps away from him and began to strip down, “baby…wha-what are you doing?”

“I’m going to show you how sexy I think you are!” you replied calmly, pulling off your top and shimmying out of your jeans.  Curtis began to blush as you sauntered back up to him, unclipping your bra on the way.

His head turned, and he looked around the room wildly, “baby, what are you doing?  The guys could walk in at any min-“

“Make love to me, Curtis,” you begged, shimmying out of your lace panties.  He watched as the last bit of fabric you wore dropped to the floor.  He gasped as  you closed the distance between the two of you, “make love to me and show me just how much of a sexy stud you are…”

“Baby…”

“Come here, big guy!”

Chapter 8

Tag List:  @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @lohnes16, @wintasssoldier

[summerwritesfics]

⛓️Shower Me With Your Love

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1737 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Shower Sex, Body Writing, Aftercare, Body Worship, Bathing/Washing, Gentle Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing, Biting, This one’s kinda soft for kinktober lol Kinktober Day 20: Shower Sex + Body Writing + Aftercare + Body Worship

Kinktober Masterlist

Notes: Another short one today ^^ A soft one too 😘 God I can’t believe there’s only 11 more days left ;0; Idk what I’m gonna do once this is over tbh, my entire life for the last few months has been Kinktober.

Kuai groaned as Hanzo felt him lean against him. He chuckled softly, kissing him on the temple as he helped guide Kuai towards the bathroom. He was taking it slow, aware that things had gotten rough and there was no doubt Kuai was starting to feel it. He was only lightly limping, but Hanzo still felt better helping to hold him up.

As they entered the bathroom, Hanzo didn’t waste time messing around. He shut the door and locked it behind them, before taking Kuai’s hand and walking him to the shower. The black writing scrawled across various points of Kuai’s body stood out as much as the red marks left by the rope. Hanzo had written in Japanese for some words, and others in English. It was just things like “slut” or “whore”, things Hanzo knew his husband had no qualms with being called. He was mean, but he didn’t want Kuai genuinely hurt by his actions.

He would love to let the ink stay a little longer, the idea of Kuai trying to hide the lewd words and phrases all over his body was immensely appealing, but he knew that wasn’t really feasible at the moment. The sooner they got in the shower, the easier the ink would be to wash off.

Hanzo reached into the shower, turning it on. He watched as Kuai held a hand out into the shower, waiting for the water to turn an acceptable temperature. It didn’t take long for the water to go hot, and steam to start rising from Kuai’s skin. He rolled his eyes, but stepped in anyway.

Hanzo turned around and went to grab some soap and a cloth. As he collected the items, he watched as Kuai stood under the stream, face tilted up and eyes closed. He looked so at ease. It felt like a shame to disturb him, but that ink wouldn’t clean itself.

As he began to walk back, Kuai’s eyes fluttered back open and he looked over with a smile. Hanzo got into the shower, and Kuai immediately wrapped his arms around Hanzo’s shoulders.

“Someone’s needy tonight,” Hanzo chuckled, letting Kuai press their lips together. Meanwhile, he began to wet the cloth.

“I love you.” Kuai kissed Hanzo repeatedly, and it was so hard to keep his attention on pouring the soap on the cloth.

“I love you too, I hope you always know that.” Deciding everything was ready, he put the bottle aside, and placed the cloth against Kuai’s chest, where the word “slut” was scrawled across. “No matter what we do in the bedroom, no matter what I call you, I love you.”

“I know,” Kuai sighed. He closed his eyes again when Hanzo began to gently rub at the ink. “As Johnny would say, Kawaii in the streets, Senpai in the sheets.”

Hanzo let out a barking laugh at Kuai saying something so ridiculous. “You, my dear, spend far too much time with that man.”

Kuai smirked, leaning forward to nuzzle their noses together. Hanzo’s hands ghosted along Kuai’s chest, easily gliding with how soaped up they were. Gods, he loved Kuai’s chest. His pecs were so defined but not solid, he loved just touching and feeling them. He looked down, the degrading word that had been there faded so that you could only just make it out.

“You truly are perfect, you know that right?” Hanzo questioned as he began to trail kissed along Kuai’s neck. The other man moaned at the action. Between the kisses Hanzo whispered, “every. Single. Inch. Of. You.”

“Hanzo,” Kuai whined, cradling Hanzo’s head and pushing his body closer. Hanzo mouthed at Kuai’s flesh, tongue gliding along flesh where the soap had been washed away. “Elder Gods, we were just at it not 5 minutes ago, you can’t possibly be horny again already.”

“Not horny,” Hanzo claimed, even as he felt himself beginning to stiffen again. He started going lower, trailing the cloth around to find the next word to rub from Kuai’s body. “Just can’t believe I’m with someone so beautiful.”

“Oh hush.” Kuai tried to sound exasperated but his giggle gave him away.

“Never,” he growled, kneeling in front of Kuai now, scrubbing at a mark on Kuai’s thigh. He reached his free hand around to grab Kuai’s ass, gently kneading the muscle as he rested his face against Kuai’s other thigh. “I will never hush when it comes to tell you how beautiful you are.”

He squeezed Kuai’s ass and began to kiss along the inside of Kuai’s thigh. Above him, Kuai brought an arm up to his face, covering his eyes with his forearm. His mouth was visible, and the dopey grin on his face was worth the world and more. The way the water traveled down Kuai’s body was mesmerising, especially as it began to bead and drip down his cock. There was a mischievous part of him that wanted to point out Kuai was also growing hard again, but decided not to.

He grabbed Kuai’s hips, gently turning him around so he could get to the words written on Kuai’s back. As he turned, Hanzo found himself face to face with Kuai’s ass, and he couldn’t help but lean in to lightly bite it. Kuai jumped slightly while gasping, before looking over his shoulder.

“Excuse me?” He asked in a scandalised tone. Hanzo couldn’t help but chuckle and nip at him again.

“How can I help myself when your ass always looks so biteable?” This time however, he kissed Kuai’s cheek instead, and the other man moaned slightly.

The next word was written just above Kuai’s ass, looking like a tramp stamp. He brought the cloth to it, as he buried his face back into the skin of Kuai’s ass cheek. His teeth sunk in again, and he felt Kuai’s hand reach down to grab his hair. Looking up, the word was gone, and now there was only one left, between Kuai’s shoulder blades.

He groaned as he stood up, wondering when he became an old man who made sounds of discomfort whenever he did a basic physical activity. Once he was on his feet, he made quick work of brining the cloth to the word. His other hand reached around to Kuai’s chest again, cupping one of his pecs. Hanzo’s lips found Kuai’s neck as he continued his worship by kissing down to his shoulder.

He rutted against Kuai’s ass, cock hard enough for it to be felt.

“I thought you weren’t horny again?” Kuai teasingly questioned, although he pressed back to rub against Hanzo’s crotch.

Hanzo let go of Kuai’s chest, hand trailing down his torso until he was grasping Kuai’s cock. Like he previously observed, his husband was also rock hard. He laughed at the embarrassed squeak Kuai gave.

“Seems I’m not the only one.” Hanzo nipped at Kuai’s ear, removing the wash cloth and throwing it to the side. He then pressed his hand between Kuai’s shoulder blades and pushed him forward. “We should take care of this shouldn’t we?”

As Kuai’s chest met the tiles, his hands came up to either side of his head for balance. The water was still pouring down them both, as Hanzo reached for his own cock. He guided himself toward’s Kuai’s entrance, still slick from their prior activities. He began to push in, and Kuai gasped, his hands clenching slightly as he did.

Hanzo was slow, savouring the feeling of Kuai’s tight hole for not the first time tonight. He felt his pelvis come to rest at Kuai’s ass. He reached one hand up around Kuai’s chest, one hand once more finding Kuai’s chest and squeezing while the other reached down for Kuai’s cock. He didn’t think they’d last too long this time, too wound up still, but that wasn’t the point. The hard and fast fucking had been done for the night, now it was time for the soft sweet love making.

He began to thrust gently, moving his hand along Kuai’s shaft as he did. Kuai softly moaned, turning his head slightly, lips pursed and searching for Hanzo’s. He wouldn’t disappoint him, and he lent forward to capture Kuai’s lips with his own. Their tongues danced together as Hanzo revelled in how Kuai clung to his cock.

“Hanzo,” Kuai groaned between Hanzo’s kisses, removing one of his hands from the wall to run his hands through Hanzo’s wet hair. He pushed Hanzo closer, kissing him deeper somehow. Hanzo was definitely not complaining about that.

His hand was gliding along Kuai’s cock, himself finding a rhythm with his hips. The fingers on his other hand were plucking at Kuai’s nipple gently. He had been right about not lasting too long, he already could feel himself approaching a climax. Given the fact he Kuai began to roll his own hips, he wasn’t far himself.

He increased the speed slightly, not to an extent the movements became rough, but just enough to seem a little desperate. He felt Kuai’s cock twitch in his hand, and Kuai pulled back from the kiss to moan loudly. Cum dripped down to the bottom of the shower, where it was quickly swept away by the current of the water. Kuai clenched around him as he came, and Hanzo shuddered at the extra pleasure it added. His hips jerked forward in a single movement, and seconds later, he was coming as well.

He slipped out, gripping Kuai’s arm and putting it over his shoulder. He turned off the shower, and lead both of them out, careful not to slip. He set Kuai down on a chair, before grabbing the biggest fluffiest towel he had and throwing it over the Cryomancer. Kuai wrapped it around him, head poking out, looking like an adorable burrito.

“Now,” Hanzo began, leaning down to kiss Kuai’s forehead again, “what else can I do for you?”

“Hm, I’d love some tea and chocolate,” Kuai happily sighed, although his brows drew together and he gave Hanzo a strange look. “I do hope you intend to dry yourself off first though.”

“Of course,” Hanzo replied, reaching for his own towel and beginning to rub himself down with it.

“Good.” Kuai lent back, pushing himself against the back of the chair, and snuggling up under the towel. “Can we cuddle too?”

Hanzo chuckled, as he worked to dry himself. “That’s ones a given, Snowflake.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”