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IS DR. SEWARD PLAYED BY JONATHAN SIMS?!
Mothertrucker I almost fell off my chair in surprised. đ
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cobra kai season four leaks look GREAT guys!
#cobra kai#cobra husbands#johnny lawrence#john kreese#terry silver#memes#the drought is so bad itâs got me editing the keychains⊠but its okđ#the peak of my editing detail kicks in for the gag yknow!#(my eyes are fuzzing over. clearly- CLEARLY there has to be another way to process this divorce.)
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Tf141 members x single mom!reader makes me want to roll around on the floor crying.
#another one of my favorite tropes#mmc becoming all soft for the kid đ„č#okay but theyâd all be so sweet#and thereâs so many ways they could meet reader and their kid! I want to scream#and now all I can imagine is Price squatting down so that heâs eye level with the kid and his knees popping đ#Johnny is all about making the kid laugh and totally drains them of all their energy so by the time itâs bedtime theyâre already falling#asleep lol. Imagine though the kid is more of the quiet observant type and it absolutely throws Simon off cause h th itâs usually his gig#and now thereâs some 8 year old reading him like a book and he hates it đ€Ł kid over here like you like my mom donât you? and Simon goes#absolutely rigid wondering how tf they could tell. Then with Kyle imagine the kids favorite toy is helicopters and the kid always makes#Kyleâs figurine fall out and thinks itâs so fucking funny while Gaz is over here actively remembering what itâs like to hang out of one đ#as you can tell Iâve thought about this a lot#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#call of duty#mw2#random0lover rambling âĄ#captain John price#John price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#cod fluff#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#price x reader#gaz x reader#soap x reader
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simon ghost riley is sometimes a little blunt (warning: smut)
You adore him for who he is, but it still unnerves you with just how blunt he can be at times.
It usually happens privately with just you:
âIn about 5 minutes, Iâm gonna eat you out.â He says as you are in the middle of The Goblet of Fire on the couch. You almost choked on your popcorn.
Or youâre doing laundry in the morning. âWe need pineapple juice next time weâre out, want you to enjoy swallowing next time youâre suckin me off.â Jaw dropped.
He does it in front of the team too- and sometimes itâs even worse:
You accidentally dropped your lip balm onto the bar floor while fishing it out of your purse and bend to pick it up.
âHavenât seen that angle in a while, dove. Itâs been too long since we done doggy.â
Itâs a never-ending series of eyebrow raises when Simon decides to open up his mouth and youâre around, needless to say. You brunt all of the embarrassment and the deep blushes, Simon couldnât give a shit. He didnât even clock it when John, Johnny and Kyle would all give him shocked looks. Man just owns it. Completely unbothered.
âYoure wearin the skirt you wear when you wanna get fucked. That your goal?â
âSimon!â You hiss, you can feel the red hot heat rush to your face.
But he just stares back at you, waiting for your response. You can hardly believe how composed he is when his Captain is right there glaring at him.
âSo?â
âI need another beer.â John excuses himself, he canât even look you in the eyes right now. Kyle joins him shortly after making a run for it, but youâre left with a quiet Johnny patiently waiting for you to respond. Eager, almost. Joy.
âYou canât just say things like that in public, especially not in front of your friends!â You lecture, pulling down your skirt in the process.
âWhy? If you wanted to fuck, you couldâve just said so, love. Give me 2 to down this pint and Iâll meet you in the toilets, yeah?â
âSimon!â You smack his thigh.
âCan I watch?â Johnny asks excitedly.
âNo!-â âFine.â
Johnnyâs face lights up while yours gives Simon a death stare.
âDo you want it or not?â You roll your eyes and throw your purse over your shoulder.
âYou two are ridiculous.â And they watch you walk away.
Simon only shrugs, pounding back his beer before coming after you. Doesnât make a difference to him if he fucks you here and now or at home and later.
â⊠so is that a no?â Johnny asks with puppy eyes.
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Government name vs Military callsign
Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?
Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: none
John Price
Government name.
Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it canât hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.
âIf you want me to âshake a legâ, call my name, luvie.â
Now if you holler âJonathan Priceâ, heâll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and heâs peering into the room with an apology on his lips.
âYes, luv? Whatâs wrong, poppet?â
âLift the other end of the couch, would you?â
He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. âAnything else I can do, love oâ my life?â Heâs hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.
âNo, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.â
When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.
Simon Riley
Military callsign.
When you two are alone, and heâs already given you permission to call him Simon, donât call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.
âGhost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.â
âFuck you callinâ me that for?âÂ
Once he sees youâre alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.
âWe playinâ games now?â You didnât want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.
âSorry, baby.â Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. âIâm sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.â
Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips.Â
A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.
Kyle Garrick
Government name.
He doesnât mind being called Gaz, and youâll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesnât even mind if you use âKyleâ or âhoneyâ in front of his squadmates. Though âKylieâ he does have some displeasure with.
âIâll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.â
Call him âGarrickâ, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. Heâs too cute for you to stay mad.
If you shout âKyle Garrickâ, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?
âKyle Ga-â
âYes, dear!â Shit, he didnât mean to âyes, dearâ you. âYes, my dear, Iâm right here.â
You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once heâs close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. âI need a kiss.â
He blinked once. Then twice. âGod damn you.â He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. âDonât stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.â
âGive me another kiss, or I will be.â
He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room.Â
âIn my own fucking home,â he muttered.
John MacTavish
Military callsign.
Heâs got some thick skin. And heâs had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting âJohn MacTavishâ meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.
Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.
âSOAP!â
Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.
âJOHNNY!â
âIâm here, bonnie,â he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.
âCâmere, câmere.â
He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. âWassit?â
You pointed to the leaf in your hand. âA caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.â
He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. âBonnie, I thought something was wrong.â
âHm?â You spared him a glance. âWhat are you talking about, bubba?â
âYou called me Soap.â
âDid I? Didnât mean to spook you, loverboy.â You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. âJust wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.â
Posted: 2023 Dec 10
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john making simon watch you get the pounding of your life because the two of you got into a nasty little argument, resulting in simon taking his anger out on johnny's ass.
he didn't even stop when you walked into your shared bedroom to see johnny getting his back blown out by your man. he only ordered you to sit and watch as johnny's moans and whines and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, cum and drool staining your sheets.
simon had the audacity to groan when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, bottom lip quivering. he always did get off on making you cry.
now he sits with a hard, leaking cock, hands restrained behind the back of the chair as he's forced to watch you get fucked by his captain. despite the way he snarls and grits his teeth, he still twitches and drools in his pants when your cunt gushes around john's cock for the nth time, the desperation to join becoming unbearable. it doesn't help that you're making the prettiest noises, writhing as john folds you into full nelson, your body on full display. simon's seething, so pissed off because he can't touch himself, and he can't even lap at your sloppy pussy or suck on your pretty clit.
"dirty mutts like you get nothin'," john barks when simon pathetically demands to be allowed to touch you, his hips effortlessly working to bring you over the edge again. "you'll never fuckin' learn if i don't teach you how to play nice with your toys; what kind of captain would i be, eh?"
you're babbling incoherent nonsense, not a thought in your head as john's gravelly voice coos sweet things into your ear, calling you his perfect girl while he kisses away your tears. you feel like you're floating right up into the ether, another orgasm ripping through you when he rubs tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, drool running down your chin at the immense pleasure tingling all over your body.
you aren't sure if you actually heard it before you passed out in john's arms at the end of it all, but you swear he grunted, "i fuckin' own you, so i own her. my pretty pussy, my pretty girl."
(meanwhile, kyle's sorting johnny out in another room, edging him nice and long for being such a slut. if he wanted a good fuck, kyle was right there, and he's feeling offended.
"is it cause i'm not taken?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock and grinning meanly at the broken sob he gets in return.)
#wrote this on a whim#don't look at me#ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#price#john price x reader#rainwrites đ#more in reblogs :3
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https://www.tumblr.com/tojisun/758472884430716928/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-you-just-cant-make
AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
aww im glad that u (all) liked that blurb!! didnt expect the vitriol in ur guysâ reactions but ykw? samesies <3 oki uhh so heres something quick and simple
cw: fivesome (but they go in order, also simon doesnt properly get a turn im sorry đ); f!reader; subspace; builds up into consensual noncon; unrealistic sex; rambly as hell and its set up messily; wc is 3.6k :â3
(you tell them itâs a wrong send, and that itâs meant for johnny so they all said, âoh damn. welp,â and leaves you and johnny to go at it all night long teehee <33) (jk) (unless) (no ok im jk)
johnny fucks you first. the guys didnât complain, and trickled into your room, ready to fall to whatever place they could sit down to watch. johnny laughs, and tugs you towards him, gently slapping your hand away when you try to cover yourself up with your shirt, and tells them, âwatch me.â
not us, but me. like youâre a nameless hole whose only worth is to be fucked, and somehow that⊠doesnât deter you at all.
instead, you ignore the warmth flooding in your cheeks and the stares that drag on your body, and focused on johnnyâs smirk and his crooning words and his wide palms roving over whatever sliver of your skin he can touch. he positions himself in between your legs, his fatigues an uncomfortable sensation against your oversensitive skin.
he doesnât care. he drags down his zipper and frees his cock from his briefs, before swiping his palm on the inside of your thigh, gathering the excess lube glistening there to use it as oil for his prick. your nose scrunches when he brings his hand to give himself a quick tug, foreskin peeling from the head to show off how flushed it is.
he crawls until heâs on top of you, and throws out, âlet me show ye how to fuck âer, yes?â
you donât even realize the words are for the rest of the squad because heâs already slipping his cock in your cunt, slow and careful, and you keen because yessssâ
this is the delicious burn youâve wanted. oh god oh godâ
it didnât even take johnny long before youâre cumming, your throat spasming at the scream that rips itself out from within you. your hips rise from the bed, your body jolting, unable to ground itself at the breaking euphoria that forced shockwaves to raze your synapses.
you fall on the bed limply, satiation filling you up in lapping waves. johnny pulls out and fucks his fist and sprays his cum all over your stomach. he musses it up, rubbing his palm against it like itâs a damn lotion, and lathers whatever inch of your belly he can cover.
itâs gross and weird, especially as the recollection that youâve had an audience hits you, but then johnnyâs stepping back and moving away. you try to shut your legs close, but someoneâs already shuffling in, taking up the space that johnny had carved out.
you stare up at your captain, shock filling you up. he doesnât ask with words but he quirks his brow up, waiting, and you donât know what it is, but you give him a nod before ducking your head to the side.
which was a mistake, you learn, because you make eye contact with kyle; kyle who isâwasâslowly rubbing himself through his pants, his palm gliding over his chub. his eyes are blown wide and he looks ravenous as he meets your gaze.
you hiccup, feeling cornered and delighted at the same time, but then johnâs rubbing his cock along your messy folds, using the mess you and johnny made to lube himself up, and you mewl, tearing your eyes away from kyle to meet johnâs stare head on.
he looks⊠calm. not teasing nor hungry, but poised with forced grace like this is another mission, and he has willed his full body to sync together so that not even a stray strand of hair will falter and miss a beat.
you donât know how to position that with yourself, not like you needed to dwell on it any further because johnâs already thrusting in. like johnny, he is careful, but he is more cautious, pushing inch by inch without even a ragged breath like heâs scoping out your reaction before he could let out his.
god, whyâs everything so difficult with himâeven now, speared with his cock, you still donât know how to react. itâs like youâre a recruit all over again, dawdling underneath your COâs scrutiny. itâs jarring, terrifying, really, but then johnâs drooping onto you, his head tipping down to nuzzle close to your jaw, and this level of intimacy is what rips a moan out of you. it is drawn out and high-pitched, and so, so utterly debauched.
you hear more than see johnâs pleased laugh, his breaths coming out in puffs that brush against your neck in a ticklish manner. the moment drags onânuzzles and quiet huffs, and slow rocks of his hips almost like heâs taking his time to savour you; to allow you to get used to his size because heâs so different from johnny.
johnny is thick, but john is long. he is reaching deeper than you have ever known, and itâs so overwhelming that you begin to cling to him, in need of any way to ground yourself down from the slow-racing pleasure.
you donât know how long heâs got you like that, but then heâs pulling back and away, and, ânonono, please. please, sirââ
âshh, iâve got you,â he rumbles, still so utterly quiet that it forces out the tears faster, and you know somethingâs changed because john is looking at you with a proud smile, all tactile as he manhandles you to your side, before disappearing behind you. you feel your head being lifted then dropped onto something harder than your pillow, and it is only the smell of ozone that lets you know that john had pillowed your head with his arm, while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him.
you stare at the expanse of your room but everything looks like theyâre appearing underneath a hazy filter, so you blink your eyes to clear them from that mist but it remains unchanged. you feel heavy, all of sudden, like youâre submerged in water, wading through the ripples. floating.
you try to look at the others but all you see are blurs of colours, and you know this should terrify you, you know somethingâs happening in your mind, but you feel so good. so happy. so you fold into yourself, accepting the haze with a keen because johnâs fucking back into you.
it is still so utterly gentle, like love-making, and this makes you sob because the euphoria is dizzying and overwhelming. it is something you havenât felt beforeâjohnny fucks you like a man starved; john fucks you like heâs trying to meld himself into you. or you into him.
it is so drastically different, and you were made to navigate the changing tides. but you canât, not when johnâ
âfuck!â you scream, thrashing in his hold, but john ignores your voice as his heavy hand falls on your cunt with consistent smacks.
you feel lightheaded, untethered, and this is what pushes you to the edge. your orgasm is cataclysmic. itâs like having the fabrics of your reality collide until you are a supernova, bright and burning and so, so, so ecstatic.
you donât even know how you came down from that high, but when you wake up, johnâs already pulled out and your thighs feel extra sticky. you sniffle, turning to accept the quick kiss he leaves on your cheek. he pulls away and you watch him sink back to the lone chair in your room, and only then do you realize heâs still in his uniform. still in the fatigues.
it makes you extra vulnerable somehow and you twist, trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but your shirtâs been thrown to the floor, far from your reach, and your blankets were kicked off the bed.
you grumble, shyness encroaching again now that thereâs no one to monopolize your attention, but a movement from the corner of your eyes makes you jolt. you turn, forcing your eyes to focus, and you blink in surprise because you are sure that kyle wasnât there beforeâclose to your shelving that is stuffed with little knickknacks and souvenirs brought to you by the boys when they take on separate missions that donât require your involvement.
the same shelving where youâve plopped your charging vibrator on. the very same one that is being held up by kyle.
âkyle?â you ask, unable to say any more with how wrecked your voice has become. but the call echoes like a gunshot in the suddenly stifling room, and they all look at you as one. like it didnât matter if kyle was the one holding the wand because they all knew what they want, and it is to see you be fucked with it.
excitement fills you up despite the throbbing exhaustion settling in your bones, and you wonder if they could scent it with the way the pressure in the room grows heavy, almost bladedâice shards against still waters.
kyle moves towards you and your eyes track the wand, almost hypnotized by it, and watch as he drops it on the mattress to shuck off his clothes. it is only then do you turn to him, hungry in the way you devour how he moves, how he breathes, how he unbuckles his belt.
his trousers come first, then his shirt. kyle is a catastrophic wonderâseeing him naked like this makes your core throb, aching need stretching in the yawning of your stomach, because he is so beautiful, terrifyingly so.
he reaches for your waist and drags you so youâre laying on your back again, your legs sprawled out on either side of his hips. he looks down at you, his eyes crinkled in his smile. he looks so charming, boyish and youthful, and he makes you thrum with quiet desire because you feel safe even when youâre bare before him.
you feel particularly cherished, like you are the apple of his eye.
âyouâve been so good to us, love,â he murmurs, but in the silence of everyone, his voice bounces off the walls, seeping into where the others are, watching raptly once again.
you nod, not knowing what else to say. kyle chuckles, the sound trickling like quiet chimes, and you wonder if heâs doing this for youâtalking to you in whispers to give your body time to come down from the tremors, or filling you up with something other than a cock because johnny had come in scathing, and john had pierced you with something consuming, and kyleâ
kyle is trying to distract you.
youâve forgotten about the toy, sitting there so innocently. itâs out of your reach, tucked preciously close to kyleâs left leg the way he treats all his smaller gunsânever straying beyond his person, and hovering close. youâve once asked him if it wasnât more comforting to have it on him where he can feel its weight and kyle had looked at you with that soft smile like youâve uttered something so delightful, before telling you, âthereâs a certain pleasure in having it displayed.â
like a promise and an assuranceâhe will always be faster; the one who is more in control.
and today, kyle is treating the wand with the same vehemence.
you didnât even know you were already shaking your head until kyle had cupped your cheek, quiet sounds of comfort rumbling from his chest.
âdonât worry,â he says, eyes blazing with a terrifying promise. âall good girls have to be rewarded.â
kyle doesnât fuck you with his cock right away; instead, heâd bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. it makes you gasp, back arching at every wet suck. there is pleasure to derive, but it is so muted that you begin to settle back into your mattress, waiting, almost in bated breath because kyle has yet to reach for the wand.
you jolt when he finally uses his hands, stomach tensing in anticipation. but still, kyle doesnât reach for it, and instead he swipes a finger to your slit. your pussyâs still so sensitive so it makes you buck, a sharp animalistic sound tearing from your throat, and kyle takes advantage of the sudden change in the pace.
he slips in two fingers in your cunt, curling to poke at your walls, before fucking them outâhe lifts up and sucks your other nippleâand punching them back in. itâs a wet slide, each thwaps ring in your head, and you moan, clawing at kyleâs back because how could he make you feel good just like this?
itâs almost a laughable parallelâjust an hour ago, you had been in the same position, with your legs parted open and two fingers fucking in, while your other hand flicks at your nipples because you had so desperately wanted any form of orgasm. god, it didnât even need to feel ecstatic, just something thatâd rip your aching need into quiet tides. and now here you are, spread open with kyle mirroring every flick of his fingers and every pinching sensation on your nipples, and he is making you feel good.
how dare he. how dare he give you unadulterated pleasure with just his fingers? how could you ever go back to masturbating now that heâs even triumphed over your previous failures, showing your body that there are ways to make your toes curl without a cock nor a toy?
how dare heâ
âno!â you whine, circling your hand around his wrist when he pulls out. you were so close; its tendrils spreading all over your body in the wake of your encroaching orgasm. you thought you were going to be rewarded? kyle promised. he said so!
âoh, love,â kyle coos, breaking through the swirling turmoil in your head. âiâm not done yet, i promise.â
you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the sob that is lodged in your throat as you watch kyle give his cock a pump before lining it up with your cunt. unlike johnny and johnâand the reminder that theyâre there, with simon, makes you jolt for a quick secondâkyle doesnât press in slow nor gentle.
no.
kyle punches everything in. you scream, the sound guttural as you are filled so quickly and so deeply, leaving you to feel the sudden crescendo of your pleasure. your body spasmedâbecause there was nothing else that could explain the sensation of having all your synapses sing with a ripping pleasureâbefore you black out for a second.
you come to the feeling of kyleâs hand mapping your belly, digging just enough that his fingers dimple your skin. you are still stretched and stuffed, and the remnants of your pleasure fire up again.
he flicks his eyes up to you with a smile. âcame so soon fâr me, love.â
your only response is a gurgle. it makes kyle laugh.
âthat must mean yâr ready for something else, yeah?â
a confused whimper bubbles from your throat. kyle just snaps his hips in reply, rendering your mind shut again. you hear him shuffling against the sheets, his free hand reaching for something you cannot see, and you feel your mind pressing at its edges, trying to retrieve the memory of what it is he is looking for because you know what it is, youâre sure.
buzzing noises fill your ears, the sound ricocheting around the space, and your body locks, recollection slamming into you. you tear your gaze away from the far wall to look at kyle.
you wonder what your face mustâve looked like because kyle begins to croon.
âiâve seen this from a homemade porn video.â he shrugs at the incredulous expression on your face. âand iâve always wanted to try it because sweetheart, they didnât press it on her clit.â
whatâ
kyle moves, his body rippling with ease. you donât notice but the boys crowd in, interest bright in their eyes. only ghost continues to be rooted in his spot, and it is only his head tipping to the side that lets the others know heâs just as interested.
kyle presses the toy on your belly. your nose scrunches in displeasure because it just feels like youâre being massaged incorrectly, but he keeps shifting, hunting, and itâs weird because kyleâs still in you so whatâ
you gasp, eyes widening at the odd sensation. kyle freezes, his body curling into something predatory, and digs your wand there on yourâ
âno way,â johnny laughs, and you want to snarl at him to go away but you canât because heâs right.
no way.
kyle had pressed the vibrating bulb of your toy just below your belly and slightly before your upper pelvic areaâkyle had pressed the toy on your womb.
the pleasure is new, uncharted, and it is petrifying because youâve never felt this way before. you didnât even know it was possible to stimulate yourself there, but kyleâs already resuming the pace heâd set, fucking his cock in deeply almost like he wants to feel the buzz from within.
you begin to sob but the tears feel different this time. theyâre still out of pleasure, but the swirling surprise melts the euphoria into something frightening. you donât even realize youâve begun to babble.
âno more!â you hiccup, weak fists thumping against kyleâs chest only to be restrained by john and johnny, each man pushing them down with their own hands.
everything feels too scary, all of a sudden. this pleasure of yours is bigger than you have ever expected and itâs building up too fast and too soon, and still, kyle remains unfazed.
âiâm scared! iâm scared, kyle please!â
your words turn into unintelligible warbles, and kyle just says how you are so adorable like this.
âyâr pussyâs going stir crazy, baby,â he croons amidst your tears and you want to scream at him, to be mad and say something mean, but you feel so utterly lost in the bubbling bliss.
it is something youâve never felt before; itâs almost like you are relearning your body at this very momentâlike kyle is unmaking you, and remodelling you, and you feel this cathartic bloating of your orgasm.
kyle sees the moment you succumbed to the enveloping terror of your euphoria, and itâs like heâs been waiting for this moment because he begins to fuck you faster. deeper. his pelvis meets the plush of your ass with every thrust, while he digs the toy further down your flesh.
how could the vibrations ripple past the fat, you donât know, but your orgasm is building, peakingâ
it breaks with another scream tearing from your lungs. this one is much stronger than the previous ones, and enveloping because it feels like your whole body has shut down in the wake of your release.
your mind splinters, your body falling limp like your strings have been cut loose, and kyle turns forgiving again because he shuts the toy down and throws it away. he pulls out and only then do you feel the trickle of his cum sliding out of you.
he leans in, brushing his nose over your cheek. then, âjust one more, little bird.â
kyle slides off the bed, but so do john and johnny, and you hiccup, still sobbing, still floating from the world-shattering climax, when simon greets you.
he is quiet for a while, watching as you catch your breath. you couldnât even stop yourself from sniffling, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes to stain your already blotchy cheeks. he grunts, hand falling to brush unimaginably soft touches across your body, observing.
waiting.
âwasâit?â you finally bite out because you know simonâyou know ghostâand there is something thatâs sitting on the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to spit out.
simon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
you groan, growing impatient. âtell mâ.â
but he still doesnât talk, choosing instead to manhandle your body until it is close to him. you want to tell him to give you a minute; that youâre still so sore and tired, and kyle just fucked you mindless that you need a goddamn break, so, âsâmon, noâŠâ
he grunts, palming along your waist, then your hips, before it stops on the fat of your ass. he grabs a handful.
âwonât you let me fuck this hole instead,â simon finally replies.
your heart lurches to your throat, and youâre not the only one surprised because johnnyâs bounding in close, excited, chatting simonâs ear how he wants to go next, âplease, LT?â
you want to tell him to ask you, not simon, but simonâs already giving his assent with a huff, chirping how johnnyâs so impatientâa master and his dogâbefore they turn to you again.
it is only then do you realize that simon hadnât been asking for proper permission; it was all formalities because he was not going to settle for anything that isnât yes.
anal sex hasnât been something you are really interested in; no amount of porn and online anecdotes can change your mind, but simonâs gaze is heavy. itâs final.
before you can even reply, johnâs already throwing something to simon. he catches it with ease, and only when simon flicks his hand do you recognize it to be the lube youâve chucked away in your anger when this whole night started. kyle returns with the wand.
you lay there, on simonâs lap, seeing them flanking you for this⊠corrupting.
âokay,â you muster, trying to stake even a semblance of control.
thankfully, they ignore the shaking of your fists or the way your chest begins to heave in your morbid anticipation. simon laughs, and swoops down to nip your cheek.
âgood girl.â
whew whyd it become a long ramble of smut??? it was supposed to be a john n johnny centric fucking bc of the prelude but alas, i needed to write a semblance of dark!kyle so here we are <3
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Chubby reader x monster!141âŠ. Chubby reader where you are at all-time-low after your ex cheated on you with the woman you had always been insecure of (she was everything you were not), so now you are just done. Done with him, with her, with your terrible work that forced you to come in even while sick, done with life.
So you go to a bar, and intend to fully drink yourself and all your sorrows away. You donât even care enough to ask any friends to accompany you- they knew. They fucking knew. Calling them friends anymore is just stupid- and you donât care enough to look around at anyone; you know you arenât anyoneâs preference either.
When a man, big and burly, curling horns and two big ass wings (maybe one of those dragon shifters? You know harpies have feathers, but the rest of your brain is too muddled) sits down next to you, you just ignore him and continue nursing your drink, trying your best to bite back the tears in your eyes.
âThatâs enough now, love,â he croons, and much to your confusion, he takes the glass away from you. His voice is rough and rumbling, like thunder. Too hazy, too drunk, you donât even care enough to get angry at him. No, your eyes fill with tears instead. âNo, no, calm down. Letâs get you out of here, alright, little love?â
Another man joins your other side, just as big and burly but shorter than the dragon man who is making you tear up by holding your drink, your source of solace tonight, hostage in his hand. This one is a werewolf, his ears flicking in your direction much like his grin and his tail eagerly thumping to and fro against your chair.
âSweet lass,â he croons, your teary eyes flicking towards him. You can see his hands clench in the air. Why, why, why- you just wanted to drink away. They are both so handsome, such a shame they clearly donât like you and are just bothering you for the sake of bothering you, a fat woman in a miserable corner. âEnough tears and enough alcohol, aye, hen? Yer aff yer heid!â
His words are so strange, your tears momentarily pause. âWhatâŠ?â You wonder outloud, shivering when you feel a warm breath across your neck, warming your skin. The dragon. His hand settles on your lower back, nudging you to get off the chair with them, and you feel like crying again. He probably can feel all the fat there, how horrible-
âCareful there, little love.â Dragon steadies you with two hands when you get dizzy, and with weak hands you try to swat at him, try to move away, but the werewolf is at your other side and keeping you pressed between them.
âSâop⊠stop callinâ me that,â you mumble. The tears roll down then. âNot- not funny, not at all-â
Two other hands on your back, a tail thumping against the back of your thighs, you are still led outside even as you babble about everything. Your size, your ex, the one your ex cheated, your work, your ex-
You want your damn drink back.
For their part, Price and Johnny didnât think coming out for a drink tonight would lead to finding their last soulmate. The second they had entered the dinky bar, John had expected to need to puff out a deep, smoky breath to keep his nose clean from all the overwhelming smells and Johnny had prepared to to keep his nose happily pressed into Johnâs skin.
They hadnât expected to smell you, something like the smell of stepping into a warm home after spending time out in winter, something like watching soft, golden sunlight stream into the nest room on a morning they spend sleeping in with Kyle and Simon. Like soulmate, like the last link of Johnâs hoarde and Johnnyâs pack, and he has no doubt that you are Kyleâs nest and Simonâs. Simply his. A part of him just as you are a part of them.
Driven so wholly by instincts, seeing you drunk and crying pushing them even more into said instincts, they easily you herd along with them, back to their home. All explanations, everything else can wait until tomorrow. You are so soft to the touch, all tender and squishy, they already think you so perfect. In the back of the car, it doesnât take seconds before you are dozing off and dead to the world, already so trusting.
By tomorrow morning, Simon would be easily able to track down where you live and get all your items. And also find that shitty ex of yours. John hasnât yet decided if he wants to thank or beat him.
Watching the way Johnny holds you in his lap from the rearview mirror while he drives, hands squeezing your lovehandles with a low groan, mumbling about how much he already adores you, soft bonnie hen, all theirs- John decides he doesnât give a single fuck about your ex at the moment. He needs to hold you between his arms and wings, in the comfort of his nest.
Fuck, he might end up breaking more than just a few speed limits.
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rafe cameron
âtake it from him and i leave him with nothingâ
summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother
warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol
you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.
âcan you not do that in my room? take this seriously.â john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.
âi dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.â
âi dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.â john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.
âwhat about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?â you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.
âi love you.. pleaseâ he pleads, eyes getting wetter.
âdont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.â you gritted through your teeth.
âi-â
âno, its okay. im done with this shit.â your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.
AT THE PARTY
you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.
you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.
âwhat are you doing here ?â you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.
âoh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?â you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.
oh shit
âthe fuck are you doing bro? chill.â john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.
âyou feel good about yourself ??â rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.
this is what he deserves
sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.
oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.
âlooks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handfulâ john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.
âyou like that shit johnny ? huh ?â he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.
âsarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.â you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.
âŠâŠ..
âjeez rafe you really fucked him upâŠâ you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.
âyeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-â rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.
âfuck im sorry.â your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.
ânah donât apologize.. just kiss me backâ rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.
"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.
"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.
your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.
"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.
"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.
the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.
"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.
"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.
"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.
you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.
"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.
"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.
he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.
ârafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.
"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.
"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.
"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.
"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.
"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.
the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.
"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.
"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.
"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.
"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.
"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.
"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.
"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."
"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.
"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.
rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.
"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.
"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"
"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.
"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.
"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.
"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.
"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.
"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.
"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.
"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.
rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?
*attached video*
"shes busy rn bro"
5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.
why is he spam texting me?
"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.
âwhat the fuck is this rafe?!"
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Poly 141 x Reader
Home is where you are
"What ye think she made this time?"
Johnny mumbles, dropping his head back against the seat behind him. Blinking tiredly up at the ceiling of the truck, a daydream clear in his eyes. Simon next to him stares out the window, sweat seems to practically seal his balaclava to his face.
"We'd be lucky if anything. It's three in the fucking morning.."
Kyle says from the passenger seat. Pursing his lips a bit.
"She should be sleeping.."
Price chuckles from the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, paying close attention to the road.
"She knows we're on our way home. If she made something. We'll be thankful."
His other hand is resting on Kyle's knee, his thumb rubs slow circles against him.
Simons foot taps on the floor of the car silently, brows tight together. The man just wants to go home, shower, eat whatever heaven you cooked and sink into that california king mattress. With all of you, all five of you together.
"Steaks."
He mutters.
"Hm?"
Johnny questions with a hum, Simon clarifies.
"On days we come home.. it's either steak or shepherds pie. She made shepherds pie last time so it's gonna be steak."
They all salivate at the damn thought.
"It's tha little things with ye huh Simon?"
Johnny smiles warmly, leaning on his shoulder.
It was another thirty minutes driving before they finally pulled into the secluded driveway. Their safehouse. Their home. Where you are. Filing out of the truck, bags over their shoulders. Covered in grime and dried blood, they didn't even let themselves clean up at base before going home to you. Walking forward, Simon slings an arm around Kyle's shoulder. Tucking the sargeant into his side as they walk to the house. Both Johns walking behind them, Price giving the younger a good slap on the back.
"Home, boys. Let's enjoy it while we can."
Price comes forward to unlock the front door, pushing it open for the four of them. Mumbling out a reminder to take off their shoes inside. Leaning down with a grunt to pull off his boots. The others doing the same. They can already smell what you're cooking, Simon was right. The smell of steaks is pretty clear, garlic butter, some kind of steamed vegetables and spices.
The house is clean. Warm. Low lighting, some candles lit. Everything about it screams home. John opens his mouth to call out for you, but he can feel his spine practically melt hearing you hum in the kitchen.
Johnny is the first stumbling forward, hopping on one leg as he throws off his remaining shoe. Eager to get back to you. Grinning as he comes around the corner into the kitchen. He melts. Seeing you there, in your chair dishing up their plates of dinner.
".. Hey lass.."
He mumbles, feeling like all the air left his chest.
You turn your head when you hear him, the brightest smile spreads across your face. Tossing the fork down from your hand as you turn towards him.
"Hey soldier-"
You beam. You don't even get another word in before Johnny rushes towards you, you let out a puff of air as he crashes into you. Laughing against him as he squeezes you to his chest, his face buried in your hair.
"Fuckin' missed ye hen.."
He whispers. You return with one of your own.
"I know baby.. I missed you too.."
You lift your head, kissing the scar on his chin.
"This bloke botherin' you love?"
You already know that voice immediately, smiling as you turn to look at Kyle. Who is quick at your side with Johnny, his hand cups the back of your head. Pressing a long kiss to your cheek. Taking a deep inhale of your scent through his nose. You smile warmly, your hand finds his bicep, giving a soft squeeze.
"There you are Kyle.."
You murmur, turning your head to press your own kisses across the bridge of his nose.
"Always here."
He chirps, kissing on your skin. His eyes bore into you, drinking you up. Johnny huffs, mumbling something about stealing all your attention. Earning a small tug on his mowhawk from you.
"Alright you two- showers. The both of you. You need it-"
You chuckle, giving them both a hug. Giving Johnny one more kiss on the jaw. Letting Gaz get one more kiss on your face. Watching them head past you down the hall to the bathroom. Kissing on eachother, bumping into walls. You shake your head at them with a smile.
Eyes flicking back to the entrance. You find Simon staring at you, his shoulders slack and sinking. Eyes half lidded and tired. The rest of his face under the balaclava. Your eyes soften, holding out your hand to him.
"Oh Si.."
He takes the invitation. Coming over to you. He would tower over you in height. But instead he falls to one knee in front of your chair. Hands resting on the arm rests of your chair. Your hands immediately cradle his head. Leaning forward to press your head to his.
"You're home.. it's alright now .. no more Lieutenant.."
You whisper against him. Your fingertips lift the edge of the balaclava, pulling it over the nape of his neck. Over the back of his head, nails dragging soothingly up his scalp as you take the fabric away. Making him shiver in vulnerability. Putting his mask aside on the counter.
Seeing your Simons face eases the both of you, cupping his jaw and lifting his head.
"I know doll.. I know."
He mutters, you kiss his temple. Caressing his skin. Threading your fingers into his hair.
"Go shower with the boys sweetheart.. I'll be in there soon."
You coo at him. He chuckles deeply, kissing your head between your brows as he gets up. Bumping your foreheads together one more time before walking to the bathroom.
"You're not gonna say hello to me John?"
You joke, turning your head to watch said Captain. Who was holding his hat in hand, leaning against the wall watching you. He's been watching you the whole time.
"Just seein' you with our boys darlin'.."
Pushing away from the wall he walks over to you. His eyes full of exhaustion, longing, warmth. Tossing his hat on the counter behind you. He leans down, callous hands hold your cheeks. Bringing your lips to his.
He's not as sneaky as he thinks. You know of his little demand to the boys. He's the first to kiss you. Each time they come home.
You kiss him back feverishly, as much as you've been calm and steady for them. You missed your men like hell. Your hands find his shoulders, squeezing them tightly, beginning to work on the knots of tension in them. Emitting a deep groan from John into your mouth. You smile against his lips, feeling the scratch off his beard.
"Everyone's alright?"
You whisper against him. He nods, his hands finding your hips. Slightly lifting you from your chair and towards himself.
"No one's broken. .. Kyle's a little stressed. Y'know how he is.."
You nod, eyes still closed, continuing to brush your lips together.
"And you?"
"Just tired.. But I'm home. That's what matters."
John mumbles, kissing you deep again. Dipping his tongue past your lips, a soft sigh slipping out of you. Arms pulling him closer.
"Taking good care of our boys John.. You always do.. Making sure you all come home to me again... Our strong Captain.."
You can feel him sinking at your praise. The older mans knees want to buckle at your voice.
"Let's get you in the shower baby.. Hm? Get you washed and relaxed.."
You mumble against him.
You yelp as your lifted into the air by his arms, laughing openly as he carries you like a bride. Burying his nose to the crook of your neck. Carrying you down the hall, to the bathroom door. Where you can already hear the chatter of the men in the shower waiting for the two of you. John is grumbling against your skin.
"We need you darlin'. "
"Our boys and I need you bad.."
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Working at a restaurant with 141 (pt. 4)
You thought it was a mistake when someone called in reserving a party of 14 for a birthday. The voice on the other line assures you it is not, and that they'll be arriving at 7pm. You inform everyone.
"Who wid want a birthday in this shithole?"
Johnny gaffaued, spraying down some dishes.
"Probably just a prank call."
Kyle replied, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting on your shoulders. But it wasn't a prank call. The first half of the party arrive and you and Gaz have to scramble to push tables together. It's overwhelming, everyone is talking all at once, demanding things left and right. Gaz swoops in to help deal with one half the table while you the other. The food comes out, leaving you to be able to sit in the back for a few minutes, talking to the guys about nothing. Walking back out, some older man was snapping his fingers at you, waving his arms as if they weren't the only fucking people in the joint.
"Steaks burnt to hell, remake it."
He slides the plate to you, making you catch it before it falls off the side of the table. You apologize profusely and send it back to the kitchen. Price raises an eyebrow,
"Looks fine to me."
He stares at the piece of charcoal on the plate.
"Fucks sake, lemme do it."
Simon grabs his shoulder and cooks another steak. You set it down infront of the old man, watching him take a bite. He throws his fork down,
"Still burnt. How hard is it to cook a fucking steak?"
You look at the plate, meats still pink in the middle. Apologize again and offer to remake it.
"No, don't bother. Jesus."
He stares daggers into you. You wring your hands nervously.
"Actually, everyone's food was shit. None of us should have to pay for this."
Your mouth goes dry. You look over your shoulder to meet eyes with Kyle at the bar. He immediately walks over.
"Everything alright?"
He puts on his nicest customer service voice and that charming smile that can melt anyone. Except this asshole apparently.
"No everything is not alright, this was the worst dining experience I've ever had! Everything came out wrong, and it all tastes like shit!"
Spit flies out from the mans mouth. Kyle stands between you and the customer, trying to diffuse the situation. And much to your horror, one by one, the table starts to leave. You try to say something but they ignore you.
"Go get Johnny."
You run back, trying to act casual in front of Simon and John while tugging Johnny by the sleeve. He looks down, concerned.
He's on the floor before you can finish telling him what happened,
"Ye'r gonnae have tae pay sir."
His tone is more firm than Gaz, arms crossed and looking down at the old man. You're almost in tears as you watch more of the table file out the door, you turn back to look at Gaz. He frowns, furious. There's a heated argument at the table, the old man is yelling now. Not at Kyle or Johnny, but the only person he wasn't afraid of; you. The commotion makes John and Simon step out. This idiot is gonna get himself killed. You can see the moment when the customer loses the fight in his eyes. Shuts right up as soon as Simon says,
"Problem?"
Like a fish out of water, all the old man does is open and close his mouth wordlessly.
"Grab the cheque."
You don't know who Simon said that to but you and Soap crash into each other turning around and walking to the POS system. Ghost gently grabs the bill from your shaky hands and shoves it into the customers chest,
"Cash only."
"I don't have cash."
"There's an ATM around the corner."
The old man nearly jumps out of his seat,
"Right. Be right back."
He rushes to the door, Kyle and John follow.
"Oh there's no need-"
"Making sure you don't get lost."
Kyle smiles, eyes dangerous. It's about five minutes when they're back, the old man placing some 20s down before complaining under his breath. Then he gets kicked out,
"I need my change!"
He looks over Johnny's shoulder, looking to you for help. You shrug, arms crossed. When the door closes you sigh, running fingers through your hair
"You alright, darling?"
Gaz asks, voice as sweet as ever, gentle hand on your face. You nod.
~
That evening was pleasant. More than that really. They pampered you, cooed and soothed you as you huffed and sniffled. Ran you a hot bath,
"Poor thing, dinnae deserve tha."
Johnny massaged shampoo into your hair.
"Won't let you stay around next time we deal with something like that again."
Kyle kneaded the tension out your shoulders. John sat you in his lap, brushing hair out of your face while saying sweet nothings. You really do enjoy milking this for all it's worth, sad eyes looking up and huffing like you didn't get over that bullshit as soon as that old man walked out the door.
"Pampered little princess, you know that?"
Simon's lips are pressed up to your neck, just under your ear. You just nod, his words rattling around your brain while you got fucked senseless. You're tired, but the boys promised to coax an orgasm out of you. From each one of them. Then another. Well, you're a trooper, so what's one more round? Showered with soft kisses and praise, a foolish smile is painted across your face in a pleasurable state of stupor; Gosh, aren't you just spoiled rotten?
**sorry if it's short! I am on holiday ( â„Ïâ„ )**
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john 'soap' mactavish just fucked the brains out of your skull the night he comes home after a five month mission. he first had you in missionary to stare at those beautiful eyes of yours, then in doggy style to get that depth in you. finally ending in cowgirl because he loves a girl in charge.
he finished the evening by finger-fucking you, shoving all the cum back into your sweet cunt with his tongue in your throat. his strong form practically pinned you down to the bed as he had his sweet way with you.
you're left as a sweaty, bitten up mess, only for him to waltz out naked like a man on top of the earth, to return with a take out bag of the local shawarma place. the logo stood out in your unfocused vision. for the next hour, johnny will be hand feeding you every last piece of the shawarma plate that he ordered for you.
"c'mon, bonnie. you always say how the falafal is never dry here. give me another bite." he then kissed the top of your head.
you can never doubt that you're beloved johnny won't take care of ya when he's done fuckin' ya. (wait till he shows ya the shiny paycheck he got from his latest mission) <3
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Nurse!Reader x 141 and stickers
How I think the 141 would act if Nurse!Reader gives out stickers to all the soldiers they patch up on base: This is my first headcanon
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish absolutely fucking loves the stickers, like he's lowkey obsessed with getting one. His sketchbook is covered in the stickers you give him and if there's no more room for the stickers that's okay. He'll just buy a new one. Lowkey gets pouty and sassy if you forget to give him a sticker after patching him up.
And we are done. Good as newÂ
Soap wait's patiently with his hand stuck outÂ
What are you waiting for Soap?
Fur mah sticker. Obviously
Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot
Whit dae ye mean ye forgot? dae ye nae care aboot me anymair
Grow up you drama Queen
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Is a bit like Soap in a way he loves the stickers. They make him happy in this fuck up world, when he get's his sticker for being a brave boy, as you say, he wears the sticker all day as a badge of honour but if he looses the stickers randomly in the day he gets kinda pouty when he asks for another oneÂ
Can I have another sticker please?
Did you loose yours already?
I didn't mean too! I think Soap stole mine. Pretty please can I have another one
You know the rules. Unless you're injured I'm not giving you a stickers
Cue puppy dog eyes
Goddamit Kyle. Fine, here's your sticker but don't loose it
Captain John Price felt a bit silly at first when you gave him a sticker. He's grown man, he doesn't need a sticker for getting patched up but he very quickly grew to love receiving a sticker off you. He asked if you'd tare the paper the sticker is on, they're easier to save then. He doesn't stick them anywhere but has a small box in his office where he stashes them. For safe keeping.
Why don't you wear the stickers?
Because it ruins them
Ruins them?
Yeah. I like to hold onto them
Do you stick them anywhere?
Nope. I have a small box specifically for the stickers you give meÂ
Simon 'Ghost' Riley thought the stickers were a stupid idea, he's a grown ass man. Why would he want a sticker for getting patched up? He isn't a child. That's what he tells you but secretly he adores them. He'll moan and grumble as you slap one onto his chest but the moment he's in his room, Ghost will carefully peel it off his shirt and stick it in a scrapbook. Once got a little upset you didn't give him a sticker, he left the infirmary pretending he didn't care but 1 hour later he came back
Why didn't you give me a sticker?
Because you don't like them. You said they were stupid
Well. That's because they are. M'not a child
Then why are you asking why I didn't give you a sticker?
Ghost quietly grumbling and sticking his hand out
Can I just have my sticker pleaseÂ
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HIIII!!! I just wanted to say that i really love ur writing! I've read ur traitor series and I can't wait for part 4! I'm a new author, and english isn't my first language, so it's sometimes very hard for me to write bcs i'm stil not that good, but ur fics have helped me improve<3đ!
thank you so much!𫶠im glad youâve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)
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simon didnât turn to watch you leave the gym.
he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.
he didnât blame you for your angerâ he couldnât. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.
but he couldnât take everything lying down.
did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yesâ and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldnât you understand?
heâd never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.
he had been burned and broken too many times. heâd seen the people he loved murdered because of him.
he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.
but there were some youâd never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadnât. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldnât give freely. he told himself it was because he couldnât stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.
but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happenedâ and thatâs what got him here.
simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.
and when someone you trust so deeply, someone youâve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?
you canât help but believe them. and thatâs what simon did.
the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.
and all the signs pointed to you.
and although he didnât want to, simon couldnât help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.
price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.
johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if youâd leaked information.
then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldnât be so bad.
simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what youâd said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.
maybe it was pride. simon wasnât trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadnât seen it sooner; angry heâd let you in at all.
but maybe it was hurt. hurt that youâd done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything theyâd been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simonâs bed and whispering you loved him.
all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.
and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasnât proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldnât see his side of thingsâ not like he could see yours.
so, he was an ass. he didnât apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.
and he told you that heâd spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadnât done worse.
even if heâd smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and thatâs why some part of him held back.
he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.
but he couldnât stand the fact that you couldnât understand why heâd done what he did.
the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.
it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.
the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.
âthis is a bloody mess,â the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.
âdoc came and saw me earlier, âfore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.â
simon didnât speak. priceâs eyes met his, and he sighed again.
âfuckinâ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.â
âdoesnât matter what I say,â simon spoke, eyes still on the captain âthey wonât fuckinâ listen.â
price shook his head. âthatâs not true, ând we both know it,â he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.
âspoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said sheâll try to speed up the transfer process. tryinâ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightinâ it any longer.â
âtheyâre part of our team,â simon spoke, tone rough.
price shook his head. âthey are, but I canât keep doinâ this. canât keep pushinâ off transferinâ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.â
the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.
he didnât have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.
âlaswell say anythinâ else about thaâ transfer?â simon asked.
price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. ânot much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt sheâd tell us. for their sake.â
simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.
âshe did say she didnât know if it would go through. theyâd have to pass another eval.â
they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didnât believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldnât outwardly say it, but price had known what sheâd meant.
pushing the transfer through wouldnât matter if you couldnât pass a physical and psychological evaluationâ and laswell didnât think you could.
although he wouldnât admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.
but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.
an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.
you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.
damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything youâd done for both of them during your service.
you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldnât make that any clearer.
he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before youâd left.
âyou should have killed me.â
maybe he should have.
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i saw this post about types "talking you through your orgasms" and i had to discuss the types that the 141 men would be. i couldn't stop myself
TALKING YOU THROUGH IT
đđ the one about how the CoD men talk you through your orgasms
đđ characters: john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley (reader is gender neutral) đđ cw: smut (minorsâDNI), praise kink, dirty talk, slightly mean!simon, unedited đđ a/n: lmk how we feel about the slightly different format (i'm still making edits but)
john price is definitely cooing softly in your ear about just how pretty you look, just how sweet your hole looks stretched out on three of his thick fingers, just how beautiful you look with drool slicking down your chin and unshed tears clinging to your lashes. âfuck, jusâ look at ya, dollâso fuckinâ pretty all split open on my hand, yeah? no, don't close yer thighs when ya comeâwanna see how pretty y'look when ya tighten up 'round my fingers." doesnât stop praising you or blabbering on about how pretty you look even after his softening cock slips out from between your thighs, his spend tricking out of your used hole and your tearstained face hidden away in the crook of his neck.
kyle garrick is the giggling kind, nose buried deep in the hair at your temple and his lips curled up into a smarmy grin as the rough pads of his fingers glide across the slick, molten flesh of your arousal with practiced ease. "feels good, yeah? got your legs just right tremblin', 'nd I've barely even started, sweetheart. shhh, shhhâ'm only teasin', baby. tell me how good it feels." and he's totally the type to make you keep talking as he bullies his fingers into your heat, stopping every single time your words jumble together and your whiny moans begin to overpower your coherence. "keep talkin'ây'don't want me to stop, do you? s'what i thoughtâgo on, then. what were you saying about my fingers hitting something just right?"
johnny mactavish is the condescending kind, azure eyes focusing on the way your eyes slowly cross as another orgasm ravages your nerve-endings and makes a scoff fall from his lips. "again, birdie? dinnae think y'had it in yaâhow many's tha'? three, right?" but he's not slowling the pace of his thick fingers as they continue practically carving out your insides, fingertips mashing against that one spot that had your brain melting out your ears and moans slipping off your tongue. even the kiss he leaves against your forehead seems condescending, a knowing grin on his face as he feels your gooey insides gripping onto his fingers tighter. "yeah, tha's rightâgimme a fourth. y'can do it, birdieâthen i'll fuck my cock into ya, i promise."
simon riley is the (sometimes, not all the time) degrading kind, honeyed eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of your bed as he forces you to watch the way his fingers disappear between your slick thighs. "look at tha', petâgreedy fuckin' hole, innit? already got three fingers 'nd you're practically beggin' for more, huh?" you would've answered him if he hadn't have stuffed your underwear between your lips, your eyes fighting to stay opened as your toes begin curling in the impending crest of your highâonly for simon to rip his fingers from your fluttering hole, instead shoving the lube-covered fingers into your mouth until his middle finger brushes the back of your throat and the underwear slips out amongst the gagging. "didn't say y'could cum, did i? no (shaking your head for you with his fingers still buried in the back of your throat), don't think i did. knew you were a greedy lil thingâc'mere, be a good pet and suck me off."
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MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist
Part 5: Night Out
You find yourself squeezed into the center of a round corner booth, Johnny to your left and Kyle to your right with John beside him. The bar is relatively quiet, even for a Saturday night. It is early, though. Plenty of time left in the night for more people to file in. Apparently they go out drinking every third week of the month, a day set aside for them to be together and celebrate another month of success. Itâs sweet that they invited you, if not a little nerve wracking - youâre not exactly sure how much they plan on drinking and youâve been known to be rather⊠sloppy after one too many.
You nervously adjust your top while Johnny yaps about the equipment sales person with the incredible ass. Itâs hard not to squirm being packed in between them, hyper aware of the width of your hips and the size of your arms as they squish against far more toned, muscular limbs. A mean itch in the back of your mind lectures you about taking up too much space - about inconveniencing the people around you. About the optics of the pitiable fat girl tolerated by the handsome men around her.
An elbow to your arm finally knocks you out of your daze. âOch! There he is!â
You blink, following Johnnyâs gaze to the man climbing into the booth beside him. It takes your brain a moment to catch up, processing the person in front of you. Your eyes turn to saucers as you realize itâs Simon - signature tattoos, piercings and all - just without his usual surgical mask. It shouldnât make that much a difference, he still has that low brow and big dark eyes that slide over to you and make your stomach flipâŠbut now you get the addition of his crooked nose, broken more than once and not set right, a small cleft scar leading down to a part of pretty, pink lips that quirk up in the corners when he catches you staring. A few scars scattered across his sharp jaw you hadnât noticed before and a light layer of blonde stubble around each engraving on his face.
âYouâre pretty!?â You gasp, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them. You bury your face in your hands while the others (Johnny) burst out in a fit of laughter. Simonâs shoulders shake in that signature, barely audible chuckle as he settles into the booth. Suddenly you feel a little less self conscious about the amount of space you take up in comparison.
John orders a round for everyone. Some light mixers to sip while you talk. You stick to listening, mostly, while the boys talk shop. You pick up a few personal tidbits here and there - specifically about Simonâs apparent sweet tooth as Johnny teases him about going through an entire package of licorice in one sitting. You file that away for later. Apparently John got his start after he enlisted in the military and got several very shitty tattoos during the first couple of years. Dropped out to get an apprenticeship, figuring he could do better. Kyle rolls his eyes, as if heâd heard the tale a few too many times.
âWhere ye thinkinâ of lettinâ Kyle ink ye?â Johnny leans in close, breaking out of the group conversation.
You tilit your head. âHavenât really thought about it. Wherever heâs comfortable, I guess.â
âGivinâ him free reign? Thaâs dangerous, bonnie. Might put it somewhere scandalous.â
âWouldnât be the first.â You blurt, regretting it immediately when you see that impish sparkle in his eye.
Johnny dips closer to you, shoulder pressing against yours. âOh? Thought ye were a good girl, hen.â
âIâve got a couple you havenât, and will never get close enough to see, MacTavish.â You laugh.
âIs thaâ a challenge?â He grins, hand just barely ghosting over your thigh.
You shrug, face hot. âEven if it was, youâd lose.â
Thereâs probably something deeply wrong with flirting with your coworkers while your boss sits a foot away, but your skin is too warm and your drink tastes to good for you to focus on that fleeing thought for long.
âFrom the gentleman at the bar.â A woman appears in front of your table, sliding a glass of pink cocktail toward you.
You stare at it before glancing up to meet a pair of dark eyes. Heâs handsome, smiles and nods before going back to his own drink. Something cold runs down your spine, the bar warping for only a second. Your lip catches between your teeth before you push it away.
âThatâs bold.â John scoffs, a twitch in his brow.
âNot gonnae take a free drink, bon?â Johnny teases, batting at your arm. âHeâs noâ half bad lookinâ. Iâd take a bite.â
âI donât take drinks from strange men.â You snap, a little harsher than you meant as you push the glass even further. âYou can have it if you want.â
Thereâs a beat where you keep your eyes square on the table, waiting for an insistence that you take it, that you talk to him, that you just do what he wants because he seems nice enough. That youâve ruined the mood by being sensitive, like you always do. Instead, Johnny grabs the glass and downs whatever fruity cocktail was inside.
âAlright, if I pass out ye have tâ carry me now.â He laughs, the conversation returning to the same pace as before. You just look up at him for a moment - his eyes bright and unwavering.
The more youâre with them, the more guilt you feel for doubting them in moments like this - but, equally, the more unreal they seem. Too perfect of men for you to have stumbled across. Too good for something as damaged as you. Thereâs a pang of loneliness at the thought.
Youâre one again pulled from your thoughts - well, redirected, more like - when Johnâs arm comes to rest around the back of the booth behind Kyle, fingers brushing against your shoulder ever so slightly. Youâd been noticing it more recently - Johnâs tendency to hover. He doesnât cling like Johnny but he stays just a hair away. Fingers ghost over your arms and a hand hovers over your back. Sometimes he holds the back of your seat, leaning over you while looking at the appointment book, that wafting scent of leather and petrichor enveloping you.
He doesnât look at you, talking across the table to Simon about some business thing. At least you think, you really hadnât been listening. Maybe you should have.
âWe should go check out that new place up the street.â Kyle announces, scrolling through his phone. âTheyâve got great room for dancinâ, apparently.â
âIs dancinâ the mood for the night?â Simon sighs, tilting his head forward. Even without the mask his expression remains placid. Difficult to read.
âAye!â Johnny wraps an arm firmly around your shoulders. âWeâve got tâ take our little lass out on the town!â
You scoff, cheeks warming at the idea that youâre theirs. Their lass - their girl. Fuck that last drink really good to you, huh?
Johnny walks with an arm sling around Kyleâs waist ahead of you, John laughing and shaking his head at them. Simon hangs back a bit as you walk, taking small, slow steps to stay beside you with his hands in his pockets. The same as when he walks you home every night you close together. You silently revel in the safety of it - of having this massive man in your shadow to block out everything else. You risk glancing up at his face - so new to you despite knowing each other for weeks. His skin glows in the passing street lights.
So not fair that heâs been hiding lips that kissable.
Thatâs totally the drinks talking.
âYâalright?â He murmurs, glancing down at you.
You jump a bit, not realizing youâd been staring, eyes wide and hazy. Since when weâre you such a lightweight? âYeah.â
âStill bothered about that guy?â
You blink. In all honesty, youâd completely forgotten him. Too busy enjoying your time with your boys. Your boys. Your boys. Their girl. That feels really good.
âNo.â You shake your head and grin. âSorry for being weird about it.â
âYâwerenât.â Simon shakes his head solemnly, lapsing into a comfortable silence as you walk. Itâs made up for by Johnnyâs forceful cover of Pink Pony Club.
The place is packed when you get there, Simon having to use his bulky form to push through and secure you all a standing table. Not that you really need it, itâs mostly so the four of you can do a few shots - as per Johnny and Kyleâs insistence. Yours too, but itâs more fun to use them as an excuse to down two green tea shots back to back. Youâve never been good at saying no anyway.
âCâmon, luv.â Kyle herds you toward the dance floor and you follow, not unaware of Johnny right at your back. Your head buzzes, the world feeling loose and slow and comfortable around you. That wall you might otherwise have up long gone as youâre safely pinned between two of your favorite boys.
Kyleâs hands trail down your sides to knead at your hips, guiding them to move in tandem with his. Johnny presses closer to your front, hooking your arms up around his neck. If you were any more sober, you might have thought twice about the way you grind back against Kyle and press your chest into Johnny - your coworkers - but as it stands you couldnât care less. Your body buzzes with a comfortable warmth, the music seems to course through your veins. Itâs so easy to let them guide you, to melt into them, to tilt your head back onto Kyleâs chest and grin up at Johnnyâs big blue eyes.
Itâs the loosest youâve felt in a long, long time
Johnny says something you canât hear, his head ducking and lips grazing the shell of your ear. A touch starved part of you wants to whine, to throw yourself into him and burrow into his chest. Bury yourself right between his ribs - surely itâs warm in there. The very sun itself housed where his heart should be.
Maybe youâre reaching the water-only time of the night.
You tilt your head, half-lidded eyes making contact with Simonâs. Theyâre boring into you, seemingly memorizing the way you three move against each other. Each step and sway stored away for future reference. Surely itâs in your imagination.
Eventually, you shuffle around - trading yourself for Kyle as Johnâs big hands come to rest respectfully on your waist. The music slows a bit, at least, making it easier to dance with your boss without feeling like youâre crossing a boundary. Not that you would mind crossing that boundary. Youâd leap over it if you could - those pretty blue eyes smiling down at you in the multicolor bar light. Leather and petrichor fill your nose. Thereâs a spice to it that isnât usually there. Your drunkenness sets your fingers alight as they trace up his strong arms to rest on his shoulders.
âGlad yâcame tonight, dove.â John says, barely having to shout over the music. His voice just has that commanding timber to it that makes itself heard no matter the circumstance.
You give him a crooked grin. âMe too.â
John just hums, swaying you carefully. People donât do this, a small part of you thinks. Donât dance with their bosses. You look down to where youâre pressed together. It feels good, though. You wonder if youâre more to him than an employee - if he considers you a friend despite your inequalities of age and rank.
âIs it silly to say that Iâm really happy?â You mutter, not expecting John to hear over the music.
âNot at all.â He shakes his head, dipping lower so you can hear him more clearly. âIâm very grateful that we get to have you.â
Somehow your face gets hotter and in an attempt to calm down you glance over his shoulder to where Simon still stands, leaned against the wall with a glass in hand. His eyes rake over the crowd, sometimes resting on Johnny and Kyle, sometimes you and John, sometimes they seem to just look off into the distance. A woman walks up to him. Sheâs pretty. Tall with dark hair. You canât see her face - canât tell what she says. A slimy, nosy little part of you doesn't like it, despite having no right to an opinion. Simonâs expression remains flat as he responds and she stomps away.
You turn back to John. âDoes Simon not dance?â
John chuckles. âRarely.â
You pout. âI hate that heâs all alone.â
âHeâs fine, love. Promise.â
âIâm gonna ask him.â
âGood luck.â John laughs, letting you push your way out of the crowd as the current song comes to an end.
âSi!â You call loudly over the music, movements sloppy.
âHm?â He cocks a brow.
You lock your hands around his wrist like a child trying to pull their parent toward some bright thing that caught their eye. He doesnât pull away like a more sober you might expect. âCome dance with me!â
âI donât dance.â He scoffs.
âPlease?â You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. Not nearly as effective as Johnnyâs but theyâll have to do.
âNo.â Even in your drunken state you notice the corner of his mouth quirk up before he forces it back down.
âYou canât stand over here all night!â
âWatch me.â Simon huffs.
You pout and let your fingers drift over his forearm, all muscle and so very vascular. His skin is warm under your hands, the ridges of scars dancing across the pads of your fingers - invisible to the eye under his tattoos.
âWell, then, Iâll just have to do what you like to do!â You say with a discerning nod, clambering up onto the stool at the table beside him.
He frowns. âDonât let me take you away-â
âI donât wanna leave you alone!â You continue to pout, the cotton in your head only making things fuzzier outside of your new single minded goal: Hang Out with Simon.
He looks you over for a moment, something passing through those dark eyes of his. Theyâre so mysterious - so deep. Like the Mariana Trench. Thatâs the really big one, right?
Simon sighs and downs the last of whatever golden drink was in his glass, setting it on the table beside you. âFine. Iâll give you one song.â
Youâre practically preening as you pull him into the crowd, hand firmly around his thick wrist. Part of you briefly acknowledges a few jabs from Johnny and Kyle as you pass them on their way toward the bar.
A squeak escapes you as Simon suddenly turns you around, pulling you close and leading you to the beat. Heâs good. Weirdly good. You feel a bit like a floundering fish all of a sudden. It definitely doesnât help that youâre a lot more drunk than you felt five minutes ago. He smells like spice, too.
âSo much for canât dance!â You laugh.
âI said I donât dance, bird. Nothinâ about canât.â An arm loops around your waist, suddenly twisting to dip you low - holding your weight so easily. You fall into a giggling fit, face hot as you playfully push at his chest.
As the night goes on, things get fuzzier. Blurred. Thereâs one last shot with Johnny and Kyle and all you know is an overwhelming sense of joy.
A/N: Donât love love this part but itâs cute and this is supposed to be my easy to write fic so Iâm not stressing about it. Suuuuper excited for the next couple parts thođ€
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