#cbf!soap

[machveil]

ChildhoodBestFriend!Johnny that was the class troublemaker. you grew up in the same class with him throughout your childhood, but you weren’t initially friends. he’d always be cracking jokes and roughhousing with the other boys - loud and obnoxious, always wearing a big, toothy smile

CBF!Johnny never really had any reason to befriend you, you had pretty different friend groups. that said, whenever you two were paired up for school projects or gym class he’d be nice. he never acted too mean with you, always tried to keep the mood fun and light before parting ways

CBF!Johnny that covers for you one day - that’s when the lifelong friendship starts. you had accidentally broken something that belonged to your teacher. it was an accident, but your nerves had made you anxious over it. sure, you weren’t an angel in class, but this was something you’d really get in trouble for

CBF!Johnny saw you break it, and when he saw the fear in your eyes he tensed. he opened his mouth before he could think when the teacher asked who did it, “Was me, ma’am…”. he made eye contact with you, that same toothy smile you were used to seeing was replaced with a small, closed one, but it reached his eyes all the same

CBF!Johnny who sticks around with you after that. an arm wrapped around your shoulder as he cracks jokes and goofs off, but he treats you nicely. no roughhousing, well, nothing that would hurt you, no mean spirited teasing - he just wants to see you smile and laugh. sure, he got yelled at by the teacher, but that’s all in the past. now? now Johnny is all grown and loyal as a dog

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

being besties with Soap (x)

[diejager]

Dark!childhood best friend Johnny is going to eat away at my mind for the next couple days, thanks =)

Imagine him guilt tripping you into sex, "At least a blowjob Bonnie, please? Ah been yer best friend for forever." Giving you those big blue puppy dog eyes as he ruts against you.

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, blowjob, choking, throatpie, manipulation/coercion, guilt tripping, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any.

”I don’t know, Johnny,” you bit your lower lip, staring at him with a nervous gleam and answered his hesitantly. You truly wanted to help Johnny, but you didn’t think it appropriate to blow your best friend, especially after your recent break up.

“One, Bonnie, just one.”

Johnny was always insistent, used to getting what he wanted from you as children and teens, your younger and naive mind listening to everything he said. Perhaps he was used to it, but you’ve changed as much as he did, growing up happy but tired with work and life. You’d been hit on, men coming up to you for a quick fuck or to take advantage of you, and how fortunate was it that Johnny was your best friend. That meant you knew a few tricks you’ve heard from prior experience and your friends, but this was Johnny, your childhood best friend who stuck by your side through thick and thin.

“Johnny…” you stammer when he pressed on, cornering you against the couch in your shared flat, his cock - a big and hard and hot mass - rutting your thigh, his hips rucking up your loose shorts, “I’m not sure if-“

He pouted. Johnny pouted, lips pulled down and his pretty, blue eyes gleaming while he begged you to serve him once, he even threw you his puppy eyes. He pressed himself closer to you, hands finding your hips and pulling you into him, his still growing bulge grinding against your burning core, tingling with the fresh flames of pleasure. He groaned, nuzzling your shoulder and panting loudly, his hot breath hitting your neck in loud puffs and grunts.

“Just one, please? Ah been yer best friend fer so long, dinnea ah deserve one, Bonnie?” You couldn’t tell him no when he looked at you with such a pleading expression, sounding so exhausted and restless.

The moment you gave him a tentative nod, Johnny had you kneeling between his legs, excitedly reaching under his pants to pull out his cock. It hung between his legs, heavy with girth and slightly longer than your ex, balls thick with unspent cum and his trimmed hair musky. You’ve seen his naked body before - from the many shared showers and many moments of comfort - but you never really stared at the length and girth of him. Your flustered cheeks made him coo, running his thumb under your eye and letting you take your time, hands wrapping around the base and wetting your dry lips.

You kissed his engorged tip, tongue swirling around it before wrapping your lips around the head, sucking until your cheeks hollowed and bobbing your head lightly. He tasted salty, the dripping pre rolling down your throat each time you took him deeper, slow and careful because of his size. He was thicker than what you were used to, the girth of his cock hard and covered in crossing veins, bulging and throbbing with a pulse; and he was longer than what you’ve had, the head hitting so deeply, making your throat choke around his cock with every drag over your tongue to the back of your mout.

You jerked the rest of his cock, the part that you couldn’t take, with your hands, fingers dragging the skin across his length and traveling down to cup his balls, fondling with his heavy balls. He swore loudly, unabashed and shamelessly moaning out your name, his fingers running through your hair and tightening and pulling when he hit the back of your throat, his cock jumping when you audibly gagged. His whole body shuddered when he caught the first tears under your fluttering lashes, some stray tears rolled down your cheek, gleaming under the living-room light. 

“‘M close, Bonnie,” he rasped, softly running his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper and deeper —to let him fill your stomach with him. 

Invigorated by his words, you bobbed your head faster, choking down your retching and tears, feeling him twitch on your tongue and his pre thickening. He mumbled out a few incoherent words, praises and compliments, telling you how well you were doing and how his best friend had such a good mouth. He let slip out that he would’ve asked for this favour a while back if he knew your mouth was so hot and tight. 

“Moan fer me, let me feel ya.”

You moaned and mewl, letting the sound shake through your throat and mouth vibrating his whole cock, head sinking down on him and slick hands still pumping what you couldn’t fit, coaxing him to come down your throat. When he came, he thrust his hips up, forcing him much deeper as tangy cum spurted from his tip, painting your mouth and throat in thick, white seed. His body shuddered, head thrown back, back arched and limbs tense, holding you still while you swallowed down his cum. 

You gasped and panted when he pulled you off, eyes lidded and lips swollen from the stretch of his shaft. He whispered out praises, pulling you to his lap and peppered your face with doting kisses. He kissed your tears away, and he kissed your lips, his tongue pushing past your teeth and tasting himself in your mouth. Smiling softly at your fiery blush, he pressed his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes with a cheeky expression that made you frown.

“Let me return the favour?”

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[glittergoblinzz]

Ghoap (well, Cbf!Soap mainly) asking Afab!Reader to be their surrogate (pt 1)

CW: Talks of surrogacy/pregnancy

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The last thing you expected when you came home after work one day was your friend Johnny sitting on your couch. You two have been friends since childhood and have been inseparable, even after he joined the military. You trusted the man with your life and would let him come over whenever he felt like it, going as far as giving him an extra key to your flat in Sunderland.

At first, you thought something bad must have happened since you could see he was clearly stressed about something. You drop your bag down and go over to the couch, sitting next to him

"Johnny, what are ya doing here? Is something wrong?"

He looks up at you with those crystal blue eyes, running a hand through his mohawk.

"Nah, there's nothing wrong per say, but...there is somethin' I need to ask ya, lass. Somethin' big...."

"What is it?"

Johnny pauses, unsure of how to ask this. After a moment, a voice from behind you two speaks up. A deep, gravely voice with a Mancunian accent. The unexpected voice causes you to jump slightly and turn around. It was Johnny's husband, Simon. Johnny had told you about him numerous times but you had never gotten to meet him in person before. His brown eyes bore down at you. It was hard to tell what exactly he was thinking but from the tone of his voice and how blunt he was, it was clear he wasn't exactly happy.

"He wants to know if you'd be our surrogate."

This makes you pause. They want you to be their surrogate? The MacTavishs? Really? You understand that you and Johnny are good friends and all, but you figured they would have gone through an agency or even adopted instead. You look back at Johnny, who was giving Simon a bit of a look himself.

"Johnny, is this true?"

Johnny turns back to you and his face softens quite a bit before he looks down at the ground.

"Aye...it's true, lass. I know this is a really, really big favour to ask, but...."

Johnny looks back up at you and gently grabs your hand.

"Could ya do this for us? We'll pay ya, take care of ya. Simon's done took a step back from the military for this next part of our lives so you'll always have at least one of us around at all times."

The look of desperation in Johnny's eyes makes your heart break for him a little bit. You knew he's always wanted to be a dad one day, have a family of his own. You fold your arms over your chest and lean back into the couch a bit, thinking it over....

"If I do this for you....how would we be doing this? Do you already have an egg from a donor? Are you just needing me to carry your child for you?"

Johnny sighs

"No. We'd be hoping ya wouldn't mind doing it....the ol' fashioned way...."

"The old fashioned way...? You mean... You'd sleep with me to knock me up?"

Before Johnny could say anything else, Simon interjects.

"No. Not him. I'd be doing it..."

You look up at Simon, clearly shocked. You barely knew this man and here he was saying that he'd be the one sleeping with you. You've only heard tidbits about him from Johnny. Sure, Johnny made him out to be a good man who liked to crack jokes and was a pretty laid back guy but from this first encounter, he doesn't seem like that at all. This made you extremely hesitant to help your friend out in starting his family....

Seeing the look of worry on your face, Johnny clears his throat causing you to look back at him again.

"Don't mind him, lass. He's just a bit....protective. Simon doesn't feel comfortable at the thought of me sleeping with someone else. I hope ya can understand that? And don't worry, like I said before...ya don't need to say yes now. Ya can give your answer later on, after you've spent a bit of time with Simon and have gotten to know him better. I wouldn't want ya sleeping with someone ya barely know."

You slowly nod. You could understand that. You and Johnny have known each other for much longer and it wasn't a secret he had a crush on you in the past....so Simon most likely felt the relationship would be threatened if Johnny was the one to sleep with you, worrying that would rekindle the old feelings he had for you from your younger years. Giving a slight sigh, you smile at Johnny and slightly give his hand a squeeze before letting it go.

"Yeah, okay. I'll give it a shot for you, Johnny. I'll try to get to know Simon better before I make my full decision..."

Johnny's face lights up and he immediately leans in to hug you tightly. He pulls away after a moment with a huge grin on his face.

"Thanks, lass. I promise Simon isn't normally like this. He just....has a hard time trusting people he doesn't know. He'll warm up to ya eventually."

This earns a scoff from Simon as he turns his head away from you two. Johnny laughs and gets up from the couch, moving behind it towards Simon.

"Lighten up, love. I know ya two pretty well....I think you'll get along in no time at all..."

He looks at Simon lovingly as he brushes his hand through Simon's short, black hair before giving him a kiss on his forehead. Simon frowns a bit, some of the scars on his face becoming more prominent; especially the ones on his upper lip and cheek.

"Really, Johnny? In front of her?"

Johnny only laughs in response, nodding.

"Aye, in front of her. Now come on, we should probably let her be now..."

He didn't need to tell Simon twice. The Brit immediately started heading towards the door without another word, only stopping in the doorway to wait for Johnny. Before leaving, Johnny turns to you again.

"Again, thank you. This really does mean a lot to me, and especially Simon....even if the brute doesn't want to admit it..."

Another groan is heard from Simon, who's barely...just barely....got a slight upward curl of his lips going on.

"...So I'll text ya soon with some dates and times so we can all get together and hang out a bit, so you can Simon can get to know each other better, yeah?"

You nod, smiling as you stand up and give Johnny another quick hug.

"Yeah. Sounds good. See you later, Johnny. Simon."

You give a slight nod to Simon, who hesitates before giving a slight nod back. Johnny turns and walks to Simon, taking Simon's hand in his before the couple leaves your house.

[quarterlifekitty]

cw: manipulative, obsessive behavior

Childhood best friend Soap who has one of those “if neither of us is married by this age, we’ll marry each other” deals with you, and has been actively sabotaging every relationship you’ve ever had since.

Not in a way you can see, of course. Just little things. Fabricating evidence of infidelity on their part— fake screenshots galore— suddenly having a crisis where he needs his best friend when you’re about to go on a date, convincing you that every little disagreement and incompatibility is a red flag. Acting like he’s just being a good friend— being the one you can trust to be in your corner.

“Aye, men are such dogs, hen. Dinnae ken how you can stand the lot of us… He didnae deserve you, bonnie, doin’ the things he did… Better you broke it off now, hen. Imagine what it’ve been like if you’d married the daft bastard?”

And just to drive it home— imagine he knows you’ve always wanted kids. And he drops subtle hints… about how your clock is ticking. And every time you’re out with him somewhere, he’ll point to every single pram and stroller and papoose and coo over the wee bairn, knowing it just kicks up your hormones. And he can use it to belittle your current partner as a long-term option!

“Can’t imagine that joker you’ve been seein’ will give you a pretty baby like that, hm, hen? Not to mention thinkin’ o’ him as a father… saw the man struggle to find his other shoe last time you brought ‘im over.”

[thetravelingtyper]

a moment (Simon Ghost Riley x 141 Sgt! Reader) one shot

A short moment with your commanding officer, see also Soap MacTavish has a big mouth...

Warnings! Stitches but nothing graphic! Fluff!

Just a little one-shot to Cigarette Daydream by Cage the Elephant to get me back into writing! Check out my other series!

Masterlist!

What did you think would happen?

The mist of the cold street engulfs you through your civvies as the rowdyness of the bar ends at the threshold. The silence outside crept like some ancient spirit. You can hear the laughter of other sergeants at your retreat.  Some little lovesick puppy you were.

Did you stand there all alone?

Oh, I cannot explain what's going down

I can see you standing next to me

In and out somewhere else right now

There is the roll of a spark wheel and a whisper of a spark and you don't turn as you move to the edge of the river, guardrail weathered and paint chipped red under your nails.

“Leave me alone Johnny,” unshed tears are tightening your throat as you bite as much as you can, hands gripping the rail.

There is only silence and the quiet inhale of smoke.

You sigh, look away

I can see it clear as day

Close your eyes, so afraid

Hide behind that baby face

Do-do-do, do-do-do

At his silence you pull a fist and spin, aiming for his face only for a pale hand to catch your fist at his chest. 

Your eyes widen in shock as your lieutenant looks down at you with dark eyes.

You can drive all night

Looking for the answers in the pouring rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Looking for the answer

“Sir I-”

“Shouldn’t have crept up on you.”

A hot flush engulfs your face in shame and before you turn you head away to hide the tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Funny how it seems like yesterday

As I recall you were looking out of place

Gathered up your things and slipped away

No time at all, I followed you into the hall

You look off into the lit distance, dazzling lights like stars reflected on your face as his free hand hangs, cigarette smoldering.

You tug your hand, fed up with him, your feelings, Johnny for being a dick. 

“Come on lassie! Let me see you!”

You knew a drunk Johnny was trouble but this was different as he pulled you to dance.

He was your best friend but sometimes a right-ass.

“You know I was talking to Gaz about your little proble-”

Your head shoots to him,

“You didn't tell him did you?!?”

Johnny gives a cheeky smile, 

“Not like it isn't obvious. Not like there is ever a chance of you and the Ghost.”

The words you know are a drunken mutter but you feel the hand around your heart tighten. You push out of his arms as he realizes what he’s said in a stupor,

“Wait lass I didn’t mean-”

“You've said enough MacTavish and fuck you too.”

Cigarette daydream

You were only 17

So sweet with a mean streak

Nearly brought me to my knees

Do-do-do, do-do-do

You had spent many long missions with Ghost in your service with the 141. Cold nights curled together with Johnny snoring as Ghost worked his side arms, cleaning knives and his pistol. As you slip out of the cot his voice trails out like gravel.

“You should be asleep Sergeant.”

You give him a caught smile before sighing,

“I can’t with him like this.”

You lift an arm as Johnny clings to it like a cub. Ghost’s eyes finally lift from his work, turning to the contact with a smolder you don’t catch.

“Take my cot then and get to sleep.”

You reply with an aye sir and slip silently by, brushing past the large man heart clutching when you catch his scarred hands.

You can drive all night

Looking for the answers in the pouring rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Looking for the answer

If we can find a reason, a reason to change

Looking for the answer

If you can find a reason, a reason to stay

Standing in the pouring rain

You sat alone in medical, cursing silently to yourself for a shitty mission. You were caught lacking on your own when you caught a slash along your side. As evac came you covered the wound and carried on despite the pain, Johnny giving you a knowing side-eye but hushing up as Price and Gaz passed into the front of the helo for directions. In the quiet moment, Johnny's hand comes to your side and you hiss.

“I knew it! You got hit! Ye are paler than a lamb! We need to get that see too now.”

Price calls from the back as a heavy body pulls itself into the chopper as it lifts off.

You elbow Johnny as Ghost looks over you two before passing, umber eyes tracing your face as you and Johnny quietly bicker.

“I'll stitch it myself Johnny now shut up!”

Back on the table, you tie a shaky stitch when there is a flick of the light, you blink before hissing in pain at the movement.

“Could get in trouble for this Sergeant.” 

You jump and turn your head to see Ghost in the doorway, leaning on one arm as he examines you. His eyes are heavy in the solitary room.

You fumble with the needle and prick your finger in surprise, pulling on the stitching with a hiss. 

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle. Not worth stopping the mission for.”

Ghost watches you a lot closer,

“That what Johnny said?”

You blink at that, you shake your head with a scoff,

“He's just a mother hen. Always has been since my parents died.”

Ghost inhales, eyes dropping to your working hands. He rolls his shoulder back before entering the room and humming low.

“You two are close.”

The pain is momentarily forgotten as your commanding officer washes his hands and digs in a drawer, wide back turned. Flashes of the scot fill your mind as you snort.

“You could say that he’s been my shadow since birth, been a right pain too, why do you say, looking to adopt?”

That gets a chuckle from Ghost as he turns back to you, there is a crinkle in his eye and you can tell he is grinning. He is wearing a pair of gloves, and in the next second, he is right in your space, stepping between your legs to take the needle from you. You gulp at his sudden closeness, your heartbeat stuttering.

His eyes look into yours and you feel a weight settle in the room,

“Wouldn’t think you’d appreciate that Sergeant.”

He watches your face as he begins to stitch and your eyes widen at the connotation.

“That's a fucking joke, Jesus L.t. I’d sell him for a biscuit. We aren't like that, just friends.”

You had heard the rumors, something resolute settles in Ghost’s gaze as he finishes stitching you up. His hands linger a moment, helping you to stand as he takes a step back.

“Call me Simon, Sergeant.”

You look up at him curiously but nod.

“right.”

Do-do, do, do, do

Do-do, do, do, do

Do-do, do, do, do

Do-do, do, do, do

You can drive all night

Looking for the answers in the pouring rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Looking for the answer

If we can find a reason, a reason to change

But Simon does not release your hand and you look up at him, frustration mounting while he casually extinguishes his cigarette. Umber eyes then turn to look down at you. You huff and pull your hand again gently,

“Can you please let go, Simon, I want to be alone right now.”

He seems to consider it for a moment before his fingers wrap further around yours, 

“I don't think so, Dove.”

You look up at him blinking, not understanding, you are about to force your hand from his when he takes a step forward and pins you against the guardrail, his other arm caging you in. You lean back naturally but his free arm works to wrap around you guardingly.

“Simon?”

Your heart is pounding and there is a rush of blood in your ears when his eyes soften, he hums but gives no other reply other than working your hand open to entwine your fingers.

“What?”

Simon chuckles, his head dipping towards your ear.

“You doubt yourself and MacTavish has a big mouth.”

A nervous giggle comes out at that but you step forward into his embrace.

“I guess he does.”

Looking for the answer

If you can find a reason, a reason to stay

Standing in the pouring rain

AN! I am not dead!!! I just needed a break as life and full-time kicked my butt. On the same page and our shattered heart are still important to me and I hope to continue them both really soon!

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Broken Vows and Promises

Eventual Ghoap x Female Reader

Excitedly awaiting on the arrival of your boyfriend, you get yourself ready in the hopes of receiving a wedding proposal. But you didn't even make it out the door before your world comes crashing down. (This will be a dark fic read tags)

This was inspired by a two shot fic called Three's a crowd by @s-coquette and cheating!soap fic by @gogh-with-the-flow. Go check out the amazing works of these two writers 💋.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(pictures are for aesthetic purposes only)

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[shotmrmiller]

tbh, i need cbf!johnny to have like one arm broken and the other with a badly sprained wrist post-op, and one morning he asks for your help in masturbating.

"Please, hen. Ah've been like this fer 2 weeks already— only managin' to injure my wrist further. As a favor to yer best friend."

He pulls the puppy dog eyes he knows you can't resist, and with an awkward scratch of your head, you agree.

The smile he gives you in response is blinding.

Just a favor, right?

Wrong.

He makes it feel personal. Instead of a simple wank, it's sensual from the moment you help pull down his joggers to when you grab his (already) hardened cock to when his back bows as he comes, with your name spilling from his lips.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Rediscovered | CBF! 09’ Ghost x/& Reader

Day 26: Reconnecting w/ 09’ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Summary: After meeting in elementary school, you and Simon hit it off, becoming best friends before miscommunications leads you two to lose contact for years, before meeting again at an airport.

Word Count: ~ 1.9k

Warnings: allusions to an abusive dad (simon’s), period blood, partial nudity?? (not sexual at all), mentions of family death

A/N: ok I actually really like this one, it can be read as either platonic or romantic, and I might expand on it later when I’m not so flooded (I have 9000 wips😭), hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

It had all started one morning, in an old public school. The first day of 2nd grade.

You’d sat down near the middle, not wanting the attention of being in the front or back, preferring to be farthest from the teacher. He’d sat down in the back, on the desk behind you.

The teacher, an older woman with frizzy, short hair and thick bangs, had passed out pieces of paper with little plastic bowls of macaroni and instructed each of you to take out your glue bottle and stick the macaroni pieces down to make the shape of an apple. He hadn’t brought anything to class, mumbling something about ‘forgetting’ his backpack before thanking you when you decided to share.

You remembered seeing the splotchy bruises on his skin, on his too-skinny knees, and wondering where they were from. His blonde, greasy hair, almost looked brown. He had blonde eyelashes, that was what you remembered the most.

You’d knocked your bowl of macaroni off your desk, and everyone had turned their heads to you, the chatting of other children stopping as some giggled. He watched as your ears turned red from embarrassment, and you got up, kneeling on the floor to pick up each and every piece, one by one. He’d gotten up too, deciding that he would make whatever was between you two even by helping.

“I’m (Y/N),”

You’d murmured, offering a little strained, nervous smile. He’d glanced up at you, and nodded, swallowing as his Adam’s Apple bobbed.

“Simon.”

He whispered back. You had smiled a bit at that, and he’d assumed you were just mentally laughing at him, until you’d whispered something to him about having an old dog named Simon, one of those crusty white mutts that would bark at everything, could barely see, and would hump everyone’s legs.

He’d snorted at that.

The other kids had moved their focus back onto their crafts by then, and you’d written your address on the back of an index card, passing it to him, whispering for him to come visit on Saturday afternoon, that he could play games with you and your neighborhood friends.

He’d come and gotten to know all of them. Some of the only childhood friends he’d had, considering the people who lived in his neighborhood didn’t have any kids, or not good ones to hang around with unless you were looking to get addicted to something, anyway.

He’d finally met your parents, being welcomed in, your mother taking some of his torn jeans and pants to stitch up for him, giving him food to take home, your father helping with homework after school, teaching him how to fix things, helping teach him woodwork and how a man should act, caring for his family, how to be respectful to women. He started getting invited to Thanksgiving, essentially staying at your house every day after school to escape his actual dad waiting at home.

He’d been there when you’d first gotten your period, waking up to your hushed panicked whispers to yourself, walking over only to cover his eyes as he tried to erase the sight of your pants and underwear, both stained with blood, pulled down. You held a tampon in one hand and squealed as you saw him.

“Hey, it’s just me—“

“Oh god, Simon, I don’t know what to do—my mom only uses tampons and I don’t want that inside of me-!”

“Just..uh…shove toilet paper in your underwear.”

“No! I need pads, shit-shit-shit, we don’t have any…”

He’d seen the tears welling in your eyes as he peeked out from his hands, keeping his eyes strictly on your face. He knew what he had to do, even as his cheeks turned bright red.

“I could, I dunno, go buy some? There’s that little shop like five minutes away?”

“Oh, thank god, there’s twenty bucks under my plant on my dresser, you can use that. Thank you, Si.”

He’d run to the little shop, bought the pads using the twenty bucks, despite the weird looks the cashier and men in the store had given him, and run straight back, handing you the pad and reading the instructions from the back of the box to try and help you figure it out together with him.

He’d been there for your first boyfriend, some guy with no real personality outside of being tall and good at basketball, but you’d both broken up abruptly because he’d simply gotten bored of you. He’d comforted you then, and you’d comforted him after his first girlfriend cheated on him.

High school had come. He survived the first two years only because you helped him through it, basically tutoring him through all of Geometry and the advanced classes he somehow tested into, and he’d taken you to all the fast food restaurants you’d craved in the middle of the night in exchange. He dropped out Junior year, and because of being held back for ‘disruptive behavior’ in his elementary school, he was already 18.

He didn’t know how to drop the bombshell that he was going to the military, having already applied, and been accepted, he was expected to report in only a day.

So he wrote a letter, saying everything about how he would miss you, and that he’d bring you home all sorts of trinkets, and that you’d both be best friends forever, even when he went into the military and escaped his father for good. He’d thanked you for everything, saying he’d see you again soon, and he’d visit again as soon as possible.

Except that, between all the missions, a few injuries that hospitalized him, and then the training he had to undergo to be put back in his Task Force, and everything he witnessed, it was a couple of years until he finally went back.

But when he did go back, getting off of the flight, speeding the entire way to your house, hopping out, he knocked on the door, newly painted with the yard trimmed nearly, a few different decorations and flowers in place now, it was a stranger who opened the door. A stranger said that he didn’t know who Simon was looking for and that he’d owned this house for a good four years now.

Simon had assumed you’d moved on. Gone on for better things than him. Little did he know, his father had found the letter in the mailbox, mailed to go to your house, since Simon knew you might find it too soon if he put it right in your mailbox, and his father had opened it, and promptly thrown it in their fireplace, watching it burn to ash.

You didn’t know where your best friend had gone. He’d just…disappeared with no word, and after all of his family tragically died a year or two after, you’d gone to the funerals, and not seen a trace of him. Here you were now, standing and waiting for your flight back home from visiting some family that lived far away, messy bun holding your greasy hair up, eye bags prevalent as you hadn’t cared to put on makeup, wearing the most atrocious but comfortable outfit possible, and you saw it.

A pair of blue eyes that looked all too familiar.

He was with three other men, one looking old enough to be your father, with a gruff beard and weathered demeanor, another with a Mohawk, wearing a small grin as he nodded at something, the other silent and listening with a smile, and him.

He was wearing a cloth mask, the sort that had been mandated throughout countries not too long ago. It had a skull pattern, one you recognized from the countless nights his older brother, Tommy, had worn a skull mask and scared the wits out of both you and Simon. You still remembered his shrilly squeals of terror as he booked it, running for the hills.

“Simon?”

His head snapped in your direction so fast you thought he might have a whiplash injury. They all paused, a bit of surprise, and a hint of suspicion and mistrust in their expressions as they watched him yank his mask off, face one of shock, before he ran over to you.

You laughed in pure sleep-deprived shock, embracing him in a hug as he gave you a fat kiss on the cheek, he sighed.

“Thought I’d never see you again. By the time I went back, you were already gone. Guess you read the letter, huh?”

He felt a bit of embarrassment bubbling up at the memory of his teenage self crying while writing that letter, all of his angsty little thoughts spilling out into what he thought might be a final goodbye.

“What letter?”

You both looked up at each other confused, and it was his turn to laugh in disbelief.

“I, uh, made a letter. Tellin’ you I was going off to the military, that I’d be back. I thought I mailed it to you, must’ve forgotten through the nerves.”

The other men finally began approaching. They’d never seen their Ghost look so nervous before, going back to stuttering, rubbing the back of his neck, grinning nervously while looking at the floor.

“Ghost? Who’s this?”

The gruff man asked. You raised a brow.

“Ghost? Seriously?”

Simon huffed elbowing you in the side, watching you wince slightly. He forgot how strong he was, sometimes. Maybe it was because he was always surrounded by people who were just as large as he was, that he wasn’t used to being around civilians anymore.

“Ah, this is Captain MacTavish and Captain Price—“

“Christ’s sake, we’re off base, just tell the lass our names.”

He saw the way your grin widened at his Captain’s Scottish accent, meeting his gaze with a look of wonder.

“Right, John Price, John MacTavish, and that’s Gary.”

“What’s Gary’s special name?”

You watched as Simon’s lips twitched up a moment, before responding.

“Roach.”

You busted out laughing, and soon enough the older men were joining in too, while poor Gary just cringed and turned redder by the second.

“Gonna introduce me, Si?”

You finally asked once the laughing fit was over, and he nodded, throat suddenly drying up as he realized he didn’t know a proper title for you. Friend? Were you two even more than acquaintances after all these years? His brain seemed to decide for him, as he spoke.

“This is my best friend, (Y/N).”

The men raised brows at that, but Price only chuckled, jerking his head to the airport’s hallway.

“This has been a lovely reunion, but we need to find a place to sleep, best friend or not.”

He’d said, giving a smile that felt a bit passive-aggressive to Simon, considering how he was tired, hungry, and just wanted to rent a hotel room for the night already, and the words had tumbled out of your mouth before you’d thought it through.

“You could just stay with me. We’ve got plenty of catching up to do, anyway.”

You’d said, giving a pointed glance at Simon, who’d smirked ever so slightly.

“How about it, lads?”

MacTavish had asked, and after a collective nod from everyone, he sealed your fate with a simple sentence.

“Lead the way, then.”

You weren’t sure what you’d gotten yourself into.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Thoughts on soap and reader as teenagers together??? (I just read that fic about teenage Simon x reader 😼🔥)

I'm so glad you asked me this, because I do have thots!

Hope it doesn't offend that it's just random disjointed headcanons. I do have the posts below the separator as inspo!

Teen!Soap x Teen!Reader: (mid-late 2000s edition)

cw: same as home (underage drinking/smoking/drug use, underage criminal activity, teen romance, etc.)

Teen!Soap who was raised lower-middle class with a gaggle of older sisters, three in total.

Teen!Soap who's father worked in a factory and who's mom was a carer at a nursing/care home.

Teen!Soap who was was always a bit scrappy and didn't really enjoy people in authority positions, teachers included... (and who even talked back to his football coach at times).

Teen!Soap who is like a vibrant lure, attracting people to him with his funny jokes and bright smile and laugh, who consistently keeps a growing group of friends, and is an extrovert through and through.

Teen!Soap who met you at school in Year 7 and took a liking to you because you were just as ballsy, stubborn, bold and playful as him... and so absorbed you into his group of friends.

Teen!Soap who got lucky enough to join little league football when he was 8, and became a goalie very quickly because he was fast and bulky enough to defend the goal.

Teen!Soap who, like most young boys who play football in Scotland, became fairly popular in school, because he was handsome and athletic, and often had girls come watch his games.

Teen!Soap who couldn't give a single fuck about the girls flirting with him or coming to watch his games because, every time, without fail, he'd run off the field to come give you a high-five and chat with only you.

Teen!Soap who'd only turn up home from school after the sky was dark, because him and his friends (you included) were hanging out in a random field/park/woods or in someone's garage.

Teen!Soap who started smoking at 11, drinking at 13.

Teen!Soap who discovered rock and, especially, pop punk music on youtube as a pre-teen.

Teen!Soap who became the quintessential late 00s emo-punk teen: fishnet fingerless gloves, baggy tees, skinny tees, studded belts, combat boots that he ripped once and fixed with duct-tape (that he called his 'arse kickers'), too much hair gel and hair spray, chokers, bracelets, studded everything, cargo pants, boxers showing, flannel shirts...

Teen!Soap who had his first handy given to him an older girl at a "party" in someone's garage.

Teen!Soap who'd regularly taunt the police with curses, flipping them the bird and even mild vandalism.

Teen!Soap who once stopped the cops from harassing his friends due to being disorderly by putting a brick/cobblestone through the windshield of the police cruiser and then took you by the hand and took off running.

Teen!Soap who backed you onto a wall in a back alley after you escaped the cops and locked eyes with you, and, amidst the adrenaline, pressed his lips to yours :)

also used these three posts of mine as inspo:

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

being besties with Soap (x)

[diejager]

Cw DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, dark cbf!Johnny, smut, manipulation, kissing, groping, teasing, tell me if I missed any. Since tumblr removed this post a few minutes ago, I’m reporting it! I’m not sure if it was removed because someone reported it or the AI found it or smt, but I always have a back up :)

Your mother had always cooed at how close you were with Johnny, an unbroken and loyal friendship that she hoped would keep even when you grew older, changing schools and moving to find work. She thought it an innocent thing, adorable and cherishable in every sense knowing that Johnny was a strong and aspiring man, he would be able to protect you and help you in your time of need. And he did, Johnny was glued to you by the hip, following you everywhere you went and stared at you with devoted and desperate eyes. You could trust Johnny with everything, even your deepest and darkest secrets.

When you confessed to Johnny that you watched your friends kiss, the naked love in their eyes shining through, and felt a slight twinge of curiosity and envy in your heart, he showed you how it felt to kiss with love. Johnny hid you in his room, fingers curled around your hair and pulling you forwards, his lips warm and soft against yours. He kissed you with intent, a hot and churning love that had you whimpering and clinging onto him, melting in his arms while he moved your lips to his beat. It took your breath away, instilling a burning fire in your heart, the young embers of a bonfire that would light up your heart with a booming throb. Despite you gasps and shortness of breath, you sought Johnny for a second and a third kiss, leaning towards him with pouted lips. 

You were only 13 when you gave your first kiss to the perfectly plumps lips of your best friend.

When you caught boys groping their girlfriends in public areas, unabashed about their affection being perceived as lewd or inappropriate for the public, and gossiped with Johnny about how weird it was to grope someone - even a lover - in public was and that it should be kept indoors, especially when one would moan or yelp, Johnny explained it to you with his body. You were left in your house’s living room, parents off to work and leaving you two alone at home, he groped you, his rougher fingers kneading your pubescent body. Johnny squeezed the curve of your hips, trailing down your plush thighs and up your ass until you gasped in shock before it turned into mewls, little, breathy sounds that encouraged Johnny to do more. He slid his hand beneath your shirt and pinched your perked nipples, rolling your little nubs between his thumb and index while you arched, writhing so much that Johnny had to straddle you to keep you from moving too much. 

You were only shy of adulthood when you felt the first dribble of slick down your ass from your childhood best friend’s hands.

When you shared to Johnny all the stories of your friends losing their virginity - the V-card, they called it, as if it were something worth losing or giving without much though - and all the brutish and callous ways they spoke of it, you edged on shock and apprehension about such a thing, Johnny promised he would show you how important it was to give it to someone worth your time and heart —him.

“Ye trust me, dinnae ye,” he whispered your name so reverently, his breath tickling your nape as he pressed himself into you. 

You do, your trust Johnny with your whole life, but you were still unsure about it. You were nervous with how optimistic Johnny was about taking your virginity as much as he was to give you his, and yet, despite your fears, you still gave yourself to him because he was your trusted, childhood best friend. Johnny fucked you amaturish but devoted snaps of his hips, rocking into you until you cried out his name whenever he bumped into something gummy and sensitive inside of you. You bled, but the pain never persisted, it was quickly swallowed by pleasure, waves of drowning ecstasy that numbed your mind and wracked your body with tremors. You saw the appeal in losing your virginity, to succumb to the pleasure of sex and give yourself to someone you truly loved and trusted. 

You were only 18 when you felt the uncut and hard cock of your childhood best friend. 

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[thetravelingtyper]

Letters From Nowhere - 2 (CBF! Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

Finally at home, you spend some time with Johnny before dinner...

Warnings: FLUFF

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist

Comradery - mutual trust and friendship among people who spend a lot of time together.

Your laughter lights the room, taking the nervousness away with it as you finally settle back into your tired body, and soon a yawn breaks up the laughter. Johnny smiles, looking at Simon as he rejoins your space, wooden bear in hand.

“Thinking it's nap time, we’ve got a few hours until dinner.”

The stoic man just nods,

“Back to work then.”

Johnny's hand at your waist moves out and grasps Simon's shoulder.

“Thank you Simon.”

It's heartfelt and something in Simon’s eyes shines, contentment or satisfaction you think. 

“O’ course Johnny.”

Simon then goes for the suitcases but Johnny mentions he’ll grab them.

“See you later.”

You both murmur a thank you and the larger man nods before heading down the stairs and out the door, presumably to return to his lumber. You both stand for a moment before you look to Johnny,

“He’s a good man.”

“Aye he is. Saved my life too many times to count.”

You nod before yawning again. Johnny chuckles and releases your hand to step over and grab your stuff.

“Come on Hen.”

You follow him, crossing the bridge to the other hallway. You move around him to open the door to your old room. A window draws in light in the room, cream walls lighting the way. In a corner is a queen bed and the rest of the walls are clear. You had taken most of your stuff with you when you left. What did remain was in boxes in another corner and your old desk. Stepping inside, you approach it and run a hand over the nicked and dented wood while sighing. You hear Johnny enter and set your suitcase against the wall. He sets your backpack next to your bed. 

You look at him.

“Where are you staying Johnny?”

“I’ve been bunking with Simon at Elizabeth’s while recovering but your parents also have me set up in the guest room as well. When I figured you were coming I started staying here to work on the house and the portrait.”

You nod to him in understanding. You move to your suitcase and kneel down to rummage through it, pulling out a more comfortable change of clothes. Johnny, seeing this mentions,

“I’ll go shower, I can collect you for dinner if you want to just be-”

You interject,

“Will you stick around Johnny, please ?”

He grins, 

“Of course.”

With that he exits to the guest room. You hear him down the hall before the door to the guest room closes.

Finally alone you take a deep breath before exhaling and running a hand through your hair.

You were finally home. 

With that thought you start to unpack. Tucking clothes into the dresser you are humored to find some knit cardigans, expertly cleaned and stored to prevent runs and pests from getting to them. You pull one out,  dark green with embossed lavender on it. There then is a bloom of warmth in your chest and you hug the garment to you for comfort. They were from Rachel when she had her craft phase. You couldn't stand to take them with you so you packed them away for when you could face them again. 

Setting it on the bed you pull out the others, a pastel and solid mix of pretty colors. Some captured moments of you together in a way. The deep blue of the ocean with the shadow of a ship in the sky, or whales in a pod floating by. They all provided a sense of home. As you finish setting your clothes away there is a knock at the door. 

You call a soft “come in” and Johnny enters. He is in a pair of sweats but wears no shirt. Without the bandages you can see the extent of the bruising and the scars that litter his toned abdomen. He approaches you, slowing down when he sees the cardigans. Your eyes gaze over his form, brows knitting together in concern when you notice a few entry wounds and the scar partially hidden by his hair. Without thinking about it you approach him and reach a hand up, brushing back his damp hair to examine the scar. There are signs of recent stitches but the wound has mostly healed.

His eyes trace your movement before returning to yours. When your fingertips finally brush his skin he sighs at the tender touch.

“Does it hurt anymore?”

“Not much, more just a dull throbbing. The nightmares are the worst things that happen at this point.”

You nod, the nightmares died down a year into your move, once the therapy really got going you made a sort of peace with yourself. 

You look at him for a moment, taking in the quiet with appreciation before giving a large yawn.

Johnny grins and you shake your head at him fondly before clearing the carangins to one corner of the bed and pulling back the covers. 

“Time for a nap then?” He goes for the door but you grab his arm gently and mention,

“Stay.”

His heart pounds in his chest, and for the first time in a long time, you see a light pink dust on his cheeks. He allows you to get into the bed first, laying down before he follows. The sheets are soft with a fluffy comforter that you pull over you.

On his back Johnny freezes, this wasn’t the first time you both had shared a bed. Growing up you were afraid of the dark and would often tuck into Johnny’s side as lightning would flash outside your window. He feels you shift before your hand seeks him and you roll yourself over to face him. When you pull lightly he does the same to face you. 

“What is it?” It's spoken slowly followed by a breathy exhale of your name when you shuffle into his space. His arms come around you then. There is a bubble of pride in him when you tuck your forehead into his chest. His hand begins to run through your hair and you slowly drift into a dreamless sleep. 

Hours pass peacefully until your phone buzzes at 6 pm. The dull tone on the wooden side table wakes Johnny who finds himself entangled with you. Your arms have wound themselves around him and your legs are entwined. He chuckled when you frowned in your sleep at his movement. Leaning forward he presses a kiss to your forehead and you squirm, with amusement dancing in his eyes, Johnny runs gentle hands along your back before trailing one under your right shoulder blade. 

After a few moments you jolt awake, arm moving to swat the man but he easily catches your hand. He continues the motion before you start giggling at the ticklish feeling. You wiggle in his grasp before dodging his hands and rolling onto your back, Johnny laughs before rolling as well, laying on his side to watch you. 

Your phone ringing again finally alerts you and you ask Johnny to pass you it, after which you pick up the phone. 

You answer with a hello and a male voice comes through the line.

“Did you land safely? You didn’t text me hun.”

You smile at his concern, going to reply when a hand comes around you. You look over to find Johnny close and his eyes focused. You run your hand over his and reply,

“I made it just fine, Buck.”

On the other end a dark haired man shuffles with papers behind a desk. He smiles into the phone,

“Remember to keep me updated.”

You hear him knock into something when a curse drops on the line and you laugh. The man smiles and you hear him setting his globe back on the desk. 

“Makin’ a mess?”

He is quick to quip back,

“Without you around? Always. I sent you some information regarding the sci fi book club we’re hosting. We need to go to dinner when you come home Darling.”

 Johnny frowns at the term of endearment he moves closer and tucks his head into your neck. You look down at him, a small smile spreading on your face.

“Will do Sarge. Have a good day.”

“Likewise” and with that you hang up the phone as Johnny’s arms wrap around you. You run your hand up the plains of his back.

“Sergeant?”

His voice is muffled in your neck,

“He served before joining the library a few years ago. He’s a sweet man. When he first joined I showed him around town before we went out a few times-”

That has Johnny perking up, the man lifts off to lean over you.

“You seeing him, Hen?” His voice comes out in a low rumble. 

You look up at him as the evening sunlight filters in golden orange rays through the blinds, and the light dances on his skin. You notice his muscles then, trained from years of combat. You watch his eyes focus and you raise a hand from underneath him to his chest. His muscles flex and he takes in a breath,

“No Johnny, we are just friends.”

The relief that floods his face is palpable and he droops. 

“Jealous Johnny?”

 He looks at you intently before dipping down, eyes moving to your lips.

“With you? Always.” 

His accent thickens at always and your heartbeat picks up as he hovers over you. Your eyes move to his lips and you find yourself wondering…

Your breath catches as he lowers his face towards your lips,

“Johnny-” It comes out in a whisper as your hands cup his face.

“Is this ok?” 

“Yes.” 

He grins then before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. His lips are smooth and he shifts his weight, pressing lightly against you but keeping his weight off of you. One of your hands travels up to his hair and you feel him smile into your lips. He pulls away first before leaning back to sit on his knees next to you. You move up to lean against your headboard. Johnny’s hand moves to your calf before tracing up your leg. 

“I’ve been meaning to do that for years.” 

He traces circles into your knee, his hand engulfing your knee.

You soften then, leaning your head back to stare at the ceiling and smile when you see the glow-in-the-dark stars from ages ago you, Johnny, and Rachel put up. There were also shapes of the planets assembled in a mock recreation of the Milky Way. You reach a hand up to trace a crafted constellation of a bumblebee.

Seeing this Johnny looks up and smiles.

“What time is Elizabeth thinking about for dinner?”

You ask it looking down from your childhood sky, the fluttering images of bees and dragonflies swarming peacefully out of your vision. Johnny looks at you before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Simon I think will be in by 7, he wanted to finish the raised beds.”

You perk up at the mention of the gardens, an eager smile on your face. Johnny grins and moves out of bed.

“Come on then Hen, we’ll go see how he’s doin’.”

You nod before moving to get out of bed, stepping past Johnny to reach for some more presentable attire before Johnny waves you off.

“Ye look fine, you’re home anyway.”

You look back to the cardigans and pull the whale one on to fight the chill of the October air. You were excited to be home at this time of year for halloween in two weeks. The cardigan still fits you perfectly, just a tab bit oversized with sleeves that could cover your fingertips. You sigh happily at the feeling of the soft wool. When your eyes return to Johnny you find him watching you with a look on his face.

It is something old in his eyes and you feel the weight of it on your heart. Your eyes widen as he observes, and you want to look away but fight yourself with the gathered courage of the kiss. He must see the shift in you because the intensity softens to a honey sweet gaze. His heart is on his sleeves as he steps forward, longing at his fingertips when he reaches out to touch your cheek. He had dreamed of your return for many years, kept busy with the fieldwork, the roar of combat would shift to your laughter in his dreams.

His thoughts trail off, memories of you plucked from the fields of his mind and bundled to stand right in front of him. But, like any wildflower, you’ve grown into your own. A vibrant being to behold. 

And here you were. 

“I’m here Johnny.”

The four syllables are almost sung to his ears, the smile pulling your voice up with it. 

He snaps to that moment when you take his hand and squeeze it and he blushes, the cocky confidence washed away to the man who has loved you from the beginning. He doesn’t say it but you can feel it, the yearning, the fight with himself between wanting to follow and letting you go. You feel his hand shake a little, a miniscule tremor as his eyes drop you murmur,

“Oh Johnny.”

 “Lass-” His voice is quiet,

You look at him and reach your other hand to pull him to your chest. He curls into your neck, his hair dry and fluffed up before you sweep it back while shushing him. His arms encircle you. The man in your arms crumbles down the last wall around your heart.

Memories flash then, Johnny moving here when he was 7, bullies and you and Rachel adopting him on the playground one fine spring day. Clambering into the tree house by the creek only to play. The tears that flowed when his parents moved back to Scotland, then the subsequent passing of his grandparents in his teens. Helping him to move in with Elizabeth and Rachel, becoming found siblings with her. Losing Rachel, Johnny had to be strong for you and Elizbeth but losing you broke something inside him. You both always skirted around each other but nothing ever came to fruition-

Perhaps, until now. 

He looks back up to you with tear simmered eyes. You run your fingers through his hair. Adjusting the waves like you would always fuss about. He seems to calm then before a serious glint dissolves the tears. He stands up straight in your arms before drawing you to him and kissing you intently. While the other kiss was a curious exploration this was full of intent, some quiet desperation seeping out as he turns to kiss you deeper. He pulls you flush to him by the small of your back and your hand falls to his arms. He parts from you with dilated pupils, the black of his eyes eclipsing the ocean. 

You both look at each other, a little shocked before Johnny dips to your neck with a chuckle. His nose ghosts your neck and you feel your face flush when he skims the base of your neck with his lips. His voice is a rumble, 

“Can’t let you go can I?” 

He feels you hum, vibrations, and a jumping pulse under his lips. You sigh in contentment, his hand coming to the back of your neck to cradle your head as he finally presses a kiss there.

“Might need to take Buck up on dinner then-”

The joke gets you a nip to the neck and you swat Johnny for that.  

“Johnny!”

He just laughs, a deep resounding sound before he pulls away from you. His eyes are half lidden and he leans his forehead against yours sweetly. 

“We better get moving before Simon comes looking for us.” You raise a brow when Johnny shrugs, an easy grin on his face,

“Do we have to?”

You gently smack his arm before attempting to untangle yourself from him. Despite your effort he doesn't budge. 

“Let me take you out.”

Your heart skips a beat,

“Sure, but we gotta go.”

With the confirmation he presses a swift kiss to the side of your lips and  lets you go with a grin, elation bubbling in his chest as he heads out of the room to change.

“Stubborn Scot” It's a fond mumble while you go to prepare yourself for dinner.

-

The fall chill gathers as Johnny opens the front door. He pulled on an old service shirt with a jacket. He steps out into the cold and you follow turning to lock the door before tucking your keys into your bag. You shoulder your bag before taking the first steps before a hand takes yours and intertwines your fingers. Johnny then pulls you against his larger form to block out the cold and you both head across the street to meet Simon.

Stepping over the curb you enter Elizabeth's wide yard before crossing through the gate and into the back. Behind the fence, a dense forest looms beaconing your inner child. You hear the sound of moving wood and look to find quite the sight. 

In 55 degree weather, Simon works only in jeans and boots. Your eyes widen at the extensive scarring that litter his taunt torso. You hear Johnny call out to him, squeezing your hand before releasing you to approach him. You follow a few steps behind as their quiet murmurs blend into the wind. You look up to Simon and find his eyes on you intently, you freeze upon seeing his unmasked face for the first time.

 As Johnny speaks, a smile curling on his face, his hand comes to Simon's shoulder as the other man nods. Dark eyes regard you and you watch Johnny carefully as confusion swirls in your form, but before you can doubt yourself, Simon smiles and your breath catches in your throat as his eyes soften at you. You sense then it is a rare sight to see, and you find yourself approaching the two. Sensing you coming Johnny opens his arms and you tuck yourself into them as the smell of Simon’s cologne and the fall washes over you.

You find yourself relaxing into the fabric of Johnny's jacket and a hand comes up to your hair. Fingers gently comb through your hair as the men talk. Simon shifts a few minutes later, moving behind to one of the raised beds. He lifts a small beam, the muscles in his back flexing, before setting it down and bracketing it into place. 

As you look over the other beds you notice the patch of sunflowers. Your lips turn up and you pull from Johnny to go see. But as you approach you hear a bark before a dash of brown tackles you into the grass. You go down with a yelp before an eager dog is kissing your face with a whine. 

“Jesus Riley down!” 

Your eyes blink open and you find a beautiful gray-eyed german shepherd sitting on your hip, her weight smushing the air out of your diaphragm and lungs. You feel her tail thump against your legs before there is a call of her name from Simon as the man's steps clamber over. She just whines and chooses to lay down on your prone form, tucking her snout into your chin.

“Riley, come.” The baritone of his voice is over you now but the down refuses to comply instead looking at you and whining. Your hands dig into her coat behind her ears and she gives a satisfied grunt.

Johnny starts to laugh, throwing an arm over Simon as the older man shakes his head.

“Ye spoil that dog rotten, I told you she had good taste in people.”

Simon gives a hum, a small smile tugging on his lips at you playing with the rescue, 

“Right there Johnny.”

The dog's tail thumps against your legs faster and she starts giving a low woof  the sound breathy and playful.

“You gotta let me up sweetheart.” 

Your voice comes out in a laugh, the dog cocks her head but steps off you immediately as a hand drops down to help you up. 

You take it and Simon pulls you effortlessly, his hand is warm from the work and rough, and he holds yours a moment longer, looking into your eyes,

“She likes you,” he squeezes your hand before letting go, the look in his eye warming your heart. Seeing you are up, the dog comes to sit at your feet, her tail thumping. You can feel Simon's warmth, look up to him, and find Johnny looking at him. They look at each other and something warm passes between them because Johnny's head comes to Simon's shoulder. A flicker of affection passes the lieutenant's eyes before he turns to you.

You feel your heartbeat in your ears at the affection and then you realize there must have been something there. You find your heart starting to rear but a large hand comes to your head, brushing through your hair. Your eyes widen and an arm runs around your middle as Johnny pulls you to his chest. You look up to him, eyes wide in question and he nods, your heart pulls but Simon’s hand brushes the leaves out of your hair gently and you look to him to find warmth in his eyes.

“Are you guys together?”

The question comes in a whisper as you try to calm your racing heart, how he was looking at you spoke of stories. Riley whines, licking your palm as Simon's hand pulls the last leaf from your hair. 

“No”

It's Simon that speaks, his hand coming down your cheek gently. Your heart picks up when there is a knowing shine in his eyes. He finally got to meet you, the one that shaped and saved his beloved Johnny. 

“Johnny?”

Your voice comes out small, and he is there instantly, nose tucked into your hair.

“It's all up to you sweetheart. Nothing will take me from your side.”

Its simon who speaks next,

“I’d like to take you out, Love.”

Your heart hammers at that, his hand now cupping your jaw. Unlike Johnny’s shining love, warm like the childhood sun, Simon’s affection is calm, more cool and soothing to your jittering heart. A light like the moon shining in his eyes.  

 “We would like to.” 

Johnny adds grinning and Riley barks in time, nudging your leg suddenly making you stumble. Simon's arm winds around you and Johnny smiles when you blush.

“Riley!”

At your call she just whines, pawing at your legs. Simon’s thumb brushes down your cheek, soft as a whisper. He grasps your hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. Testing yourself you curl your fingers around his and he smiles.  

“You’re sweet Dove.”

His affirmation builds your confidence. You found the man to be charming, his scars and care for Johnny in all. You explore then, releasing his hand to grasp at his face. His cheeks are warm, rough with the occasional scar, he leans into your touch. 

“I think I’d like that.” 

You reply to Johnny, said man smiles, tugging you back to him to spin you around. 

He laughs, a sound that lights up your heart and Simon’s. You brace your hand on his shoulders when he finally slows, his arms around your waist. He gently sets you down when he kisses you passionately.

The sudden action takes the breath from your lungs. He takes the initiative then, nipping your lip, before tucking you into his arms and holding you close. You close your eyes and just wrap your arms around his heart racing when you see Simon’s lips quirk up and Riley barks when the man moves.

“‘Bout time for dinner love birds.”

His voice rumbles as he passes you two, his hand ruffling Johnny's hair before heading to a workbench by the porch.  He stretches, pulling his back and rolling his shoulders. He then calls RIley who trots over to him, he heads to the sliding door and pulls it open before stepping in.

Riley stops at the edge of the door, turning to look back at you before barking. 

You pat Johnny on the back and he huffs, releasing you.

You then approach the door, hearing Riley’s tail thump harder against the siding of the house at your approach. She then play bows and darts into the house followed by you and Johnny.

Fin

Special things to @breakawayresin for looking at some of this beforehand <3

[ethereal-night-fairy]

WIP GAME

Thanks for the tag @groguspicklejar

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

I'm just slowly working away on my series if I'm honest. I have a few ideas for short fics but I haven't written anything down for those.

Forgotten Sorrows Ch 7 Redo- Fae!Soap x Female Reader ( I didn't like the first version i did of this chapter so I'm writing it again. But this time I'm focusing on developing Soap and readers relationship)

Silver Tongues like Bullets Ch 4 - Werewolf 141 x Female Reader (Reader isn't adjusting well after getting kidnapped. Names are being called and things are being thrown. They should have seen that coming though 🤷🏽‍♀️)

A Lick and a Promise Ch2 - Outlaw!Ghoap x Female Reader (this chapter focusing on the days leading up to readers kidnapping)

Broken Vows and Promises Ch 1 - Cheating Cbf!Soap which turns into Ghoap x Female Reader (this one's dark, Soap doesn't seem to want to lose you nor does he want to stop dating Simon. So that's his solution? Kidnapping you obviously! Keeping you hostage until you fall in love with Simon as much as he has...)

I might have a problem with the kidnapping trope...

Anyway here are my no pressure tags: @ghouljams @gogh-with-the-flow @the-californicationist @tinypandacakes @kastlequill @s-coquette @waves-against-a-cliff @mortuarywriting @3archangelsaints

[gazspookiebear]

Okay... so if I were to make a character x character fic that eventually turns poly...

[shotmrmiller]

someone just posted something that has me ripping my hair out of my scalp because it's so cbf!johnny

johnny will text you random stuff to have you put your guard down only to send you

I love it when you start doing ⭕️💢⭕️💢 around my cock as I stuff you full

while you're out in public. You can't flip the phone over fast enough, and your co-worker will have seen the message, playfully teasing, "Just your best friend, huh?"

Once you get back home, his limpid blue eyes will glow in between his dark lashes as he begs for forgiveness and now your head is pressed into the carpet, fibers chafing the delicate skin of your cheek as he viciously snaps his hips against yours, cock filling you to the very brim over and over again.

He's already fucked you through 3 orgasms, and when his pace starts to get sloppy, his hips stuttering, that's when you do the thing he teased you with earlier.

You clamp your walls down on him rhythmically, like your pussy has a heartbeat of its own, and the groan that claws it's way out of his throat is so loud, so obscene, that it sends you careening towards one last climax.

Johnny pumps the last of his cum into your swollen channel, making sure you get every last drop of it before he pulls out his softening length.

"Ah told ye ah love when ye do that."

it needed to be done, and if i went to sleep i'd forget it so forgive any mistakes i'm on my phone.