#ghoap x reader imagines

[imaginedreamwrite]

Wish You The Best

Part 2: The Beginning

The bubbly champagne makes you feel light as you sip on the golden drink, your airy laughter only spurring the longer Johnny talks. It’s hard to imagine that the same alpha you had a crush on years ago was now mated to another alpha, and in the SAS. The way he had grown and changed, the difference that is so vivid remains so in line with everything that remained. 

Johnny changed but he was still the cocky and funny alpha you’d fallen for when you were 18. And now being back in Scotland, sitting with him at a table to celebrate Ava’s wedding, you feel like time has no meaning to you. It’s as if there was never any distance between you and Johnny, even with his mate sitting on your other side. 

“What’s the deal with Soap?” You finally ask as you set the champagne flute down and shift toward him, watching him as he looks back at his mate. The way Johnny looks at Simon is incredulous, it’s such a bond and it truly makes you a little envious of the two.

“You know I can’t tell ya that, bonbon.” Johnny wastes no time turning your question down but in such a way that it doesn’t make you feel rejected. “You know it’s-” 

“-classified.” You speak at the same time as him, and the mirroring makes you smile again. It's so natural to be happy around Johnny, he has this air around him that just puts people at ease, especially you. As an omega you are so used to being around alpha’s who have this superiority surrounded themselves, this ego that they are the greatest thing to walk the earth. 

But not Johnny, Johnny was so good. And you get that same impression from Simon, even if he is stoic and quiet, observing in silence. 

“What about you sunshine? You’re not marked and mated; you don’t have an alpha?” Johnny’s question comes with an undertone that suggests he’s hoping you confirm his suspicions, that you truly are alone. 

To his question you shift in your seat and awkwardly squirm to try and buy yourself time to come up with an answer that doesn’t make you seem vulnerable. At least not any more vulnerable than you feel with two alpha’s sitting nearby; with you surrounded by their scents. The truth was that you had tried dating, you had tried to find an alpha, but you seemed to attract the worst of them, the ones who would only hurt you in the end. 

You open your mouth to speak, and you truly are going to respond but any chance to is taken when Ava stops by the table. She's beautiful in her wedding gown that sparkles under the fairy lights with embellishments and fine silk. She beams at the three of you, first approaching Johnny to give her big brother a hug, one that’s tight yet short. 

“I’m glad you made it Johnny, I know how busy you can be.” She lets go and quickly moves to Simon, giving him a hug that’s less firm than the one she gave Johnny but no less warm. “You too, Simon.” 

When Ava gets to you, you stand to give her room without the confines of the alpha’s on either side of you. She squeals and chirps in excitement, a sound passing from omega to omega that is truly the sign of happiness. You hug her as tightly as she hugs you, squeezing her while you give her the congratulations she deserves. 

“Maybe your wedding will be next,” Ava pulls away slightly, teasing you in a sisterly way, one that’s conveying the depths of your friendship. 

“You need to be in a relationship to be married, Ava. And we both know I'm painfully single.” You rolled your eyes and rebuffed her claim with a small scoff, not entirely hopeless but knowing the history of your past relationships. 

“I don’t know, I think your luck is going to change.” She grins and winks at you, grabbing hold of Johnny’s hand to yank him to his feet. “Mum wants pictures, you can’t say no.” 

Johnny laughs with that light yet deep rumble in his chest, the sound that makes you shiver involuntarily, and you inch closer to Simon as he leaves. It's a small gesture, a small movement and yet it draws his eye, and he shoots you a half-grin, his hand brushing against your jaw. The touch, like his laugh, makes you shiver involuntarily, and you’re momentarily blindsided by him. 

“I’ll be back, sunshine. Don’t go anywhere, and don’t worry about the grump. He won’t bite unless you ask.” Johnny’s dulcet voice is another comfort before he leaves you alone in the presence of the other alpha. 

Once you sit down again, you follow him with your eyes before you look at the remaining alpha. Simon Riley, the name echoes in your mind on repeat, and you shift toward him, your hand reaching for the stem of the champagne glass. True to Johnny’s statement that you’re clumsy, in the haste to grab the glass you nearly knock it over. And with quick reflexes that stun you, Simon steadies it within moments. 

“Careful, dove. You almost got your pretty dress ruined.” His voice, thick and heady with an accent, startles you for an entirely different reason. You almost forget that you had heard him speaking before, he was mostly quiet for the rest of the ceremony. And if he had spoken, he spoke in quietude with Johnny. 

You cast a glance down to the dress you’re wearing, brushing a hand down your thigh to ground yourself. The dress was a secondhand dress you’d gotten weeks before the wedding, though it wasn’t expensive you did like it. You couldn’t exactly afford designer, neither would you want, especially on a primary school teacher’s income. While the dress itself was secondhand, it was beautiful in your eyes. With an off the shoulder design and a fitted bodice and an A-line skirt, it was simple yet pretty. It was a dress that would make you feel comfortable for hours yet would still be appropriate for the wedding. 

Simple, pretty and a shade of dark blue that was well within the colours Ava had suggested for the wedding guests. 

“Thank you,” your reply of gratitude was applied to the compliment and for him saving the wine glass. 

You had settled your eyes upon him, taking a quick and unintrusive glance at the alpha to your left, trying not to stare. He was an alpha who was both intimidating and imposing, perhaps he was even a little broader and taller than Johnny—and both made you feel small in comparison. Without the overhanging presence of Johnny, you could detect his scent easier than before, and it was mystifying what it had done to you. 

How in the hell was it possible for an alpha’s scent to have such an overwhelming and immediate hold on you? Not just him, but Johnny’s scent as well. 

This alpha in front of you, with a scent composed of the faint allocation of cigarette smoke, with a slight muskiness that’s inviting and enticing, a quality that would quickly become addictive. It was improbable, and you had a hard time coming to terms with the dull sense that your scents would mesh. 

That his scent, yours and Johnny’s would become entangled together like growing vines twisting and forming a single and natural rope. It was mindboggling to you, to be so close to this alpha and have your scent starting to thicken and become dense. The entanglement of your scents, even now, was paired almost perfectly. 

“So, you and Johnny are mates?” You had reached for the glass again, this time successfully taking a sip of the champagne without spilling it. You let the bubbliness burst on your tongue, the alcohol easing your nerves and you’re grateful for the temporary distraction. You mentally try and reel your scent in, get it back under control regardless of your stomach flipping end over end. You had to hold it together until you could make an excuse to leave and get fresh air. 

“And you’re a primary school teacher.” He doesn’t answer your question but rather deflects the conversation back to you, a poignant and deliberate action that is made to catch you off guard. It's simple yet prevents you from reeling your scent back in like you had wanted, by making you focus on something else. 

You swallow the champagne slowly as your fingers tighten around the stem of the glass. You watch him warily, his brown eyes raking over you slowly with a slow and deliberate twitch of his lips. The corner of his mouth begins to rise in a smirk as a look in his eyes becomes unreadable and undetectable to you. It's a manner of studying that makes you think he can see right through you, to your very core, as if he has you figured out in ways you hadn’t even known yourself. 

The silence between you isn’t awkward like you expect it to be, and you are pleasantly surprised by it. Although the silence is short lived, because in a manner of moments Johnny is back at the table and his presence draws both of your gazes to him. 

“Getting to know each other, sunshine?” Johnny’s hand rests against your back, his fingertips running in soft circles between your shoulder blades. You turn your head and watch him, breathlessly almost, as he takes a single glance at Simon before leaning into you. 

“I gotta tell ya, bonbon...” His eyes are sparkling with mischief, and his scent reflects his mood, his eagerness that radiates off him. “Simon and I are mated, yeah?” 

“You said that already.” The speeches begin and your attention flickers away for a moment, watching Johnny’s mother and father stand at the podium. They’re speaking about Ava and her mate’s relationship and their wedding. It's tender and admirable, the way they faun over the alpha that stole their little omega’s heart, and you feel a powerful ache in your chest. 

You wanted that; you desired that kind of love. 

You had been unlucky in love, perhaps by your own doing. You had tried to see the best in everyone, you were empathetic and that had left you vulnerable to the whims of alpha’s. Alpha's that were selfish or cruel, alpha’s that would only use you or hadn’t ever been as into you as you were them. Alpha’s that had been emotionally or physically cheating on you, because you were so forgiving, and you were trying to give them a second chance. 

You were unlucky in love by your own doing. And you wanted what Ava had, an alpha who cared so much about her; who loved her with his entire being. 

“We need an omega, Simon and I.” Johnny’s hand slipped down your back, fingers dancing lazily across your skin as he ran them up and down your exposed spine. “A sweet little thing to take care of. A soft omega who needs alpha’s to protect her, care for her. An omega who makes sour bastards like us feel as if the sun itself is giving us it’s love.” 

Your head turns and you look at Johnny, your eyes meeting his brilliant blues that spark in that mischievousness that you were so used to. The glint in his eyes that held nothing but the absolute truth, a desire that flourished for you and his mate. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you was lustrous and addictive. 

“You’re not sour,” your breath hitched in your throat and your stomach bubbled with anticipation when another hand had brushed hair off your shoulders, Simon’s eyes burning into you from the other side. 

“One of us is,” Johnny’s grin is infectious, and he draws his attention past you toward Simon, “and I think he could use a little sunshine in his life.” 

You turn your head, your attention drifting from Johnny to Simon. You're reminded again of how well your scents mesh together when your heart begins to race and the emotions you could never truly hide claw to the surface. Your emotional state is enhanced when the scents of the alpha’s acts as a siren’s call for you—the two of them enticing and addicting to you. An omega could easily fall prey to an alpha if their scent was as rich as theirs was, and their scents were easily coiling around you like fine mist that lowered your inhibitions. 

“You want to share an omega, even if you’re already mated?” You find your breath restricted; it hitches in your throat as you try to come to terms with what he was suggesting. 

“No, darling.” Simon’s hand rested upon your thigh, correcting you as your eyes met his. “We want to share you.” 

“Not just any omega, sunshine.” Johnny’s voice was soft and he had leaned in to whisper in your ear. That dulcet Scottish accent making you weaker by the second, urging you to just give in. “Come on, Y/N....you know how well we’d fit together.” 

It was as if he was begging but he didn’t have to. 

“I don’t want think I can handle another complicated or long distance relationship, Johnny.” You were torn between immediately accepting the proposition—because you knew that Johnny would be the kind of alpha you always wanted, and you knew if Johnny approved of Simon than he was just as good—and denying that part of yourself. 

“Ava told me you just moved and started work at a school in Ledbury, Stirling Lines is half an hour away. And it doesn’t have to be complicated, darlin’. All those other alpha’s were assholes, Simon and I will be so good for ya.” Johnny’s admission had stolen your breath for a second time, as you were quick to realize how close he was. 

You hadn’t bothered to put the pieces together. After only working one year in the city, you had accepted a job in the smalltown of Ledbury, a change that had you’d openly looked forward to. And while you had only worked there for a few months, you loved it. Being a primary school teacher in a smalltown was so much more fulfilling than in the city. 

So why hadn’t you told Johnny you were there before? Was it because Ava told you he was mated? Or was it because you were 18 when you confessed to your feelings and so many years had passed? 

You had graduated with a bachelor’s degree in education, worked a year in the city before moving to a smalltown. Johnny was in the SAS, half an hour to forty-five minutes from where you lived and worked, and yet you never tried to make contact. 

But now... 

“Come on, sunshine. You need someone good in your lives, Simon and I will be so good to you.” Johnny was crooning in your ear, he was promising something true, deep and meaningful. 

You looked between them; the two alpha’s whose scents were so intoxicating and mouthwatering. The alpha’s —one of which you had loved before and knew so much about, and the other who you minorly knew from secondhand accounts—wanted you. And you’d be damned if you didn’t want to at least take a chance on them. 

“Okay,” your answer was short, your nod was welcomed by Johnny with a wicked and charming grin. 

“Ah, I knew it. You’re such a good girl, such a good omega.” Johnny leaned in and kissed your forehead almost as if he knew exactly what hearing good girl and good omega had done to you. 

[joonieskinks]

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:

“In about 5 minutes, I’m gonna eat you out.” He says as you are in the middle of The Goblet of Fire on the couch. You almost choked on your popcorn.

Or you’re doing laundry in the morning. “We need pineapple juice next time we’re out, want you to enjoy swallowin next time you’re suckin me off.” Jaw dropped.

He does it in front of the team too- and sometimes it’s 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.

“Haven’t seen that angle in a while, dove. It’s been too long since we done doggy.”

It’s a never-ending series of eyebrow raises when Simon decides to open up his mouth and you’re around, needless to say. You brunt all of the embarrassment and the deep blushes, Simon couldn’t give a shit. He didn’t even clock it when John, Johnny and Kyle would all give him shocked looks. Man just owns it. Completely unbothered.

“Youre wearin the skirt you wear when you wanna get fucked. That your goal?”

“Simon!” You hiss, you can feel the red hot heat rush to your face.

But he just stares back at you in earnest, waiting for your response. You can hardly believe how composed he is when his Captain is right there glaring at him.

“So?”

“I need another beer.” John excuses himself, he can’t even look you in the eyes right now. Kyle joins him shortly after making a run for it, but you’re left with a quiet Johnny patiently waiting for you to respond. Eager, almost. Joy.

“You can’t just say things like that in public, especially not in front of your friends!” You lecture, pulling down your skirt in the process.

“Why? If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just said so, love. Give me 2 to down this pint and I’ll meet you in the toilets, yeah?”

“Simon!” You smack his thigh.

“Can I watch?” Johnny asks excitedly.

“No!-“ “Fine.”

Johnny’s face lights up while yours turns slowly to give Simon a death stare.

“Do you want it or not?” You roll your eyes and throw your purse over your shoulder.

“You two are ridiculous.” And they watch you walk away.

Simon only shrugs, pounding back his beer before coming after you. Doesn’t make a difference to him if he fucks you here and now or at home and later.

“… so is that a no?” Johnny asks with puppy eyes.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who plays dirty. CW : threesome(?), technically cheating but no angst, pussy slap, mentions of masturbation.

Simon hates it when you touch yourself when he's away.

He knows you can't bring yourself the same pleasure he can. So he makes it a rule. No touching yourself unless he's present and has given you permission.

And it goes well for a while. You touch yourself a few times when you aren't supposed to, causing Simon to punish you. Which he enjoys more than he should.

Until you frustratingly become such a good girl, you refuse to touch yourself when Simon's away.

Simon tries everything to get you to fold, he sends you dirty texts, voice messages of him moaning as he stroked his cock, even videos of him stroking his cock. But nothing made you break.

So, he had to bring Johnny into the mix.

It wasn't unusual for Johnny to come by the apartment when Simon was away. Nor was his usual flirtatious personality.

But finding yourself on the couch underneath the scotsman was definitely unusual.

Your mind was mush, eyes rolling back. Johnny had you folded in half, one knee against your chest, the other leg being held over his shoulder.

"She tight as you thought, Johnny?" The familiar gravel of your boyfriend's voice spoke as he dropped his duffel bag by the door.

Your eyes snapped to Simon, your mouth opening to beg for his forgiveness, but whatever you were going to say dissolved into a whorish moan.

"S'fucking tight, LT. Why'd you have to keep 'er from me f'so long?" Johnny groaned.

"You know the rules, lovie. No touching yourself. Think that you could find a loophole by letting Johnny touch you instead?" Simon asked with a sadistic grin. Reaching between you and Johnny, pinching and rubbing at your clit.

"Hah~No! 'm sorry Si!" you beg, tears in your eyes a mix of guilt and pleasure.

"Shhh, no crying, lovie. Johnny's just trying to make you feel good while I was away. He was just taking care of my pet f'me" Simon chuckled, wiping away a stray tear.

You seem to realise that Simon and Johnny were in this together. That Simon wasn't mad at you.

Johnny leaned down and licked a tear off your cheek, growling low in his chest.

"C'mon mutt, you talked such a big game. Make her come like you told me you would" Simon demanded. Johnny nodded, his brows furrowed.

"come f'me Bonnie, come on. Come on my cock" Johnny moaned, pulling your hips flush against his own as he came deep inside you. Hot ropes coating your insides.

You nodded desperately, mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back as you orgasm. A scream of pleasure being ripped from your throat.

You pant and whine weakly as Johnny pulled out. Your eyes snapping open when you feel a harsh slap on your oversensitive cunt. Simon grinning down at you, fishing his cock from his jeans.

"No where near done yet, lovie"

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

just so everyone knows, requests are open! I get stuck for ideas sometimes, so I'd love to hear some of your guys' ideas!

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[soapcloth]

Corporate office worker!Ghost. The big guy huddled over the computer in the cubicle next to you muttering to himself, fingers too big to reasonably use the allotted keyboard, always in and out of HR because every time he opens his mouth at the water cooler he’s spouting a new morbid joke, but his work speed is unmatched and he’s incredibly competent so they can’t get rid of him— you’re almost sure he’s losing his mind and every lunch he’s staring at you across the break room through hollow, tired eyes like you’re the thing he really wants to eat.

[inkbybambi]

chemistry teacher soap catches gym teacher simon fucking you in the bathroom during a school dance, tattooed hand over your mouth to muffle the pretty noises you make. he doesn’t think either of you notice, until those dark eyes turn on him, a slight tilt to his head in invitation.

soap decides he has a better way of keeping you quiet, stuffing his cock down your throat, enjoying the way you choke on it and the way simon tugs him forward to lick into his mouth, a hum of approval low in his throat.

[captainsaveawoah]

Idk if this would be a thing. Probably is and has already been done.

But, Johnny who is an organ donor.

Reader who’s had a shit heart since they were born.

Johnnys heart after being killed, going to you, a pretty little thing he would have tried to pick up in a bar.

Ghost (who’s just crazy enough to) tracks down the receipt. Unassuming and despite being a man in a mask, feels like they’ve met him before.

[tojisun]

you’ve just given me a thought

Reader sitting on Johnnys face with Simon fucking him. Johnnys pushing reader down harder on his face, all pussy drunk, smothered in her and it gets to a point where Simon has to physically pull reader off of Johnny just to let him breath because he wasn’t gonna do it himself and certainly wasn’t going to let reader go. He’s all flushed and breathing heavy getting air back in his lungs, face covered in squirt 🫣

oh lord i may have died and ascended-

and the way johnny’s got a vice grip on your thighs or on the dip of your hips, pushing you down on his face, either to muffle his moans on the hot press of your skin because simon’s fucking him so good, hitting his prostate so well, or to lick up at your pussy because it is so wet and warm, and your slick is so delicious, he can’t help but gulp it down because he wants more—

“joh-nny,” you hiccup, his name slipping from your gritted teeth in a slurred hiss. “stop! stop, please!”

it’s too much, too fast, and johnny’s frantic movements are only making you anxious. you can’t even feel his breath against your cunt anymore, and you tremble, wide-eyed as the cold wash of worry mixes with your desires.

you fist at his hair, trying to pry him off your cunt so you can get to your knees for a second, but your squirming just makes johnny grip your body harder. he digs his tongue in deeper, and you let out a drawled-out whine at the drag of his nose against your hardened clit.

“simon!” you sob, your breaths hitching as you tremble. “make’im stop! simon, make’im—”

“fuckin’ hell,” simon murmurs, breathless himself, his voice a rich timbre from somewhere close behind you. you feel his arms wrap around your chest before he pulls you towards him.

you lazily topple off johnny’s face and into simon’s space, your back pressed flush against his chest. you tip your head down, feeling the way simon does the same, and you two watch as johnny catches his breath.

he is flushed oh-so beautifully, his nose all flared as he gulps down air. his face is wet, messy with your slick, and you watch, with a silent gasp, johnny poke his tongue out to lave at his glistening lips, tasting the remnants of your euphoria.

you jump when you feel simon buck his body forward, jostling you and johnny together. johnny hisses, his face crumpling in his pleasure, and—

“oh,” you say, reaching down to stuff yourself with your fingers. “si, do tha’ again, please?”

simon hooks his chin on your shoulder, grunting in his own bliss when he pulls out, slow like he is deliberate in teasing johnny, only to punch his cock back in johnny. you three share a moan.

[pricetagged]

MEDIEVAL SCAMMER GHOAP?! Please enlighten us🙏🙏🙏

Since you both asked so nicely, have a snippet of a whisp of a concept😅

I have an idea. Not fully fleshed out. I could go in two directions, either historical Ghoap working as Pardoners and taking advantage of ignorant village reader (corruption kink, religious themes, abuse of power etc.).

OR, for my monster-lovers, has anyone seen Dragonheart? I was picturing, like, one of them is something beastly, the other plays at knight = profit? Fantasy scam and rescue? So, it would go something like this:

(Tw kidnapping and kind of mean Ghoap)

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Your situation didn't look any better flipped on its head. Flipped on your head, rather. Snatched and thrown over a bulky shoulder, high– higher than even your standing position. It was discomfiting; it was terrifying. Blood rushed to your face not only in fury but also in shame as your skirts fluttered in the breeze.

He noticed, too. His greedy fingers dug into your thighs, skimming down like he was soothing a skittish horse. But you felt the way he lingered. The way he chuffed and squeezed tighter when you kicked out with all the strength of a skittish colt.

Your fists pounded uselessly against heavy splint-mail, hands-catching on rough nodules and spikes that didn't quite register as pain. Not to your panic-stricken mind, thoughts flying off in the wind behind you as the beast carried you off.

But the smack registered.

Perhaps it was the sound, the harsh slap of flesh on flesh. Whipping crack, like the snapping of a great branch. The precursor to an eerie stillness, violence begetting obmutescence. And it worked–

–for a second. For the time it took for your stinging nerves to catch up with your racing mind. Then you howled. Kicked and clawed and hissed like a feral cat as tears welled in your lash-line.

"How dare you–"

"Quit yer fashin'. Ye'll bring the whole kingsguard down this way–"

"–good–"

"–and then I'll have tae kill them all," That had your attention, legs tense under the heavy band of his bicep. "Dinnae much feel like sharin' ye around."

"Oh, you beast! You foul, vile, disgusting–" Your voice was high, words scratching as they hitched out of your aching throat.

It hurt to speak, vocal cords already shredded from the way you'd screamed when he'd first ransacked your village. Coughing on heavy, acrid smoke and crying futile warnings about the Black Knight and his monster-in-arms ('Quiet, girl. Viper-tonged harlot, slither off and for gods' sake, quiet!') . But it hurt more to be silent. You flung insults like broken arrows, hoping that they would somehow land. That they would hit, fortuitously, and pierce the thick-hide of this brute. But hope is vain, and the fancies of men make gods laugh.

You landed hard on something soft.

Ego almost as bruised as your knees, you kept your eyes low. Sweeping. Marshy, wet silt. Topsoil sluiced off, only mud and clay and reeds to your right. A cheerfully babbling brook just beyond, water murky and discoloured with backwash from– the water flowed past the estuary of the village so it must be– no–

The realisation was caustic. Mordant. Burning at you like the scorched air in your lungs.

"You're a monster," you spat the words, mouth watering in your haste to let ichor drip forth and blacken him as much as the foul, brackish water ahead.

"Noticed that, did ye," he laughed, words glancing off like feeble blows. "Best not tae piss me off, then. Stay there and behave yersel'. Company's comin'."

Glancing up at him was like a blow to the stomach, wind punched out and body shaking. You already knew that he was big, inhuman. But now you could see every inch; monstrous, twisted mockery of natural features. Like a man formed of rock, too immense and hard and jagged to pass for anything but artificial. Counterfeit. Contranatural. Creation's bastard. All tusks and teeth and shorn hair. Hair everywhere, even down his bare, bulging forearms and thick knuckles. Coarse, dark.

His eerie, bright blue eyes blazed around black, pupils wild and blown. It could be the thrill, cruel playfulness of an apex predator. Berserker-wide, coming down from the kill–

But he'd been carrying you for a while, bloodlust long-since sated on the men and manse of your homeland.

You shivered, sweat and cold mingling in a discomfiting damp that raised the hairs on your arms. (The hairs on the back of your neck were already needle-stiff and prickling).

You pocketed a stone, a big jagged filthy shard. One you hoped could bruise and slash and poison, turn wounds weeping and sick.

Now that you were silent, he seemed especially strident, swaggering around the barebones of what you supposed must be a dwelling. You felt the slight whistling of air from the cave behind, cavernous and black. If you had to run, to hide, you'd take your chances with the forest and river ahead. To be lost in the appetites of the mountain abyss would spell death as surely as at the hands of this creature.

You watched him, cocksure and comfortable as he shucked off his warhammer and began unbuckling his braces. If you could read the snarl of his crooked teeth, you'd perhaps say he was in high spirits. He sent you a wink as he shrugged off his splint-mail, gravelly laugh echoing in the cavern behind.

It disguised the approach of your visitor.

"Grabbed the wrong one, Johnny," you shrieked as something grabbed your forearm, hauling you up. Looking down you saw the muted sheen of a spiked gauntlet. Black patina, flaked in iron rust. You swallowed hard, lump in your throat so big that it caught any words that might try to escape. Him. The Black Knight. The Liar. 

"Ye said to grab the pretty one by the fancy house."

"She's not the magistrate's daughter. No ransom for her." He spun you around, metal biting hard into your chin as he arched your face towards his.

Cloaked in ink-black helm and visor, you could just about peer in to meet his gaze. He looked back with cold, assessing eyes. The voice that rumbled forth was as harsh and breccial as you remembered, words rending you apart with serrated precision: "Not worth a rescue mission."

He released your chin with a final shake of your head, huffing amusement as you rubbed at the thin scratches he left behind.

It was hard to breathe now, stomach swirling and head-light. Even if you could will yourself, it wouldn’t help. There was already a faint coppery smell leeching from the Knight; your heart recognised it even if you would not give name to it. It sped up, fast enough to rush past your ears with discordant force. 

You didn’t feel the other one step up behind you, not until it was too late. There, trapped between man and monster (man the monster), tight enough that you couldn't even shiver. You felt the power of the creature even more now without the armour, all muscle and fat, sheer power close enough to sink your fingers into. But you couldn't move, your shallow breaths already catching in your throat into soft, hitching whines. 

"Shh, it's alright, bonnie," Rough, clumsy fingers swiped under your eyes. You felt him crouch lower, stubbly hair and tusks digging into your powder-soft cheek. "Looks like we're gonnae have tae keep you, then."

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[disgustingtwitches]

@rememberwren's Sperm donor!Johnny and Husband!Ghost has been stuck in my head for far too long. So here's a quick unedited little thing I wrote for it!

You forgot exactly what you were nervous about. Then again, you usually forget everything when your husband is between your legs.

“Gotta warm you up properly.”

He said earlier to Johnny and you, his large hand rubbing your thigh just a touch too high and making your face hot. 

You're not sure how much “warming up” you needed; he's been at it for God knows how long, and you're dizzy and pretty sure you can't feel your toes anymore. He can be so mean sometimes when he's like this, biting your thighs when you try to push his head away, smiling at how you whimper.

“You know, I'm starting to think you like it when I do that.”

As overstimulated as you are, you whine when he pulls away. You swear you can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks down at you. Gets you right in the heart. 

When he rolls out of bed and walks to the door you suddenly remember why your stomach was in knots earlier; you're about to sleep with his subordinate. No, that's not the right word. Brother in arms? Best friend? Their relationship always seemed more complex than words could describe. There's a soft knock on the door and you look up to see your husband walk in with Johnny in tow. 

Johnny's knees nearly give in at the sight of your body tangled up in the sheets, breathing hard, and skin glistening.

“Prettiest thing I've ever seen.” 

He smiles while unbuckling his pants. Simon hums in agreement and sits next to you, running his fingers up your arm and neck to caress your face. The look in his eyes could melt you right then and there, grounding and reassuring. Everything is going to be alright; it always has been and always will be.

Your eyes shoot back to Johnny, who's crawling over you slowly. You bite back a groan when Simon coos a good girl as you open your legs more, inviting Johnny to settle between them. The difference between your husband's face and the man hovering over you is night and day; Simon all soft and enamored, Johnny all fervid and lustful. 

“Ye ready?” 

Johnny's voice is almost as shaky as his hands, not nervous but almost deliriously aroused. You never had wandering eyes; it seems like it's wrong to even look at him now, but you don't want this to feel unnatural; you want to enjoy this. So you scan his body, toned chest falling and rising fast, strong arms caging you in, blue eyes so intense you have to look away.

“Uh-huh.”

You reply quietly, bucking your hips against his, your most sensitive parts rubbing against his. The gasp you share makes you both chuckle, easing the tension. You run your hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck. When you pull him closer, he follows eagerly, burying his face against the crook of your neck, stubble tickling you. 

“Dinnae have to do this if you don't want to, hen.” 

“No, I want to.” 

Your voice, smaller than you want it to be, makes Johnny's eyes soften. You look over to Simon, he cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly, checking in. You just nod and he nods back. You keep your eyes on Simon while addressing Johnny,

“Ready.”

There's a pause, a shift, and then. You groan and roll your eyes back when he slides in, still facing Simon who blinks fast. Johnny breathes like the air was knocked out of him,

“Jesus…fuck…”

He curses to himself, face still buried at your neck, slowly moving his hips forward until his pelvis meets yours. You whine as he nips your neck and yelp when he punches his hips forward from the sounds you make. Your husband leans over and palms the back of his neck, talking in a low, serious tone that makes you tighten up, 

“Johnny.”

“Yeah, LT?”

“Ease up.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Johnny places a soft kiss where he bit you. It's all so…overwhelmingly intimate. Another man on top of you, grinding at just the right angle, hitting the right spots, all while your husband watches, instructing him. Simon pulls his hand away from Johnny's neck and shifts on the bed, sitting right next to you. Your eyes go wide when you turn to see him palming his erection. Oh. This is okay. This situation is more than okay. Simon fucking loves this. Johnny too. Guess you should throw away any reservations or doubts you had and just embrace this moment. Enjoy it to the fullest. 

Johnny pulls back, face slightly flushed, panting softly,

“She's so wet, Simon. Just so soft and perfect. Prettiest thing I ever saw...” 

You soak in the compliments but tune him out eventually, your attention drifting down to where Johnny slides in and out of you. It's a dreamy sight, really; you look so good together, it kind of reminds you how wonderful you and Simon look together. 

“Looks real nice, doesn't it? Taking me so well, hen.”

Johnny presses his forehead against yours, looking down while you hum in agreement. It's quiet for a moment, save for the occasional pant and moan or slick sounds from between your legs. A rough hand holds your left and another, larger hand grabs your right. It's all so sweaty, so sticky and sweet. So dazed, you barely register the first kiss Johnny plants on your lips. The second one makes your eyes shoot open, staring right at his annoyingly long, brown lashes until he pulls back and opens his eyes, blindingly blue. Your face gets hot, and you pull your hand to your face, your husband's fingers still intertwined with them. He extends his pointer finger to caress your cheek and you turn your face to look up at him. He's so gentle right now like he knows that's what you need from him. 

A smile plays on his face when you open your mouth and slide his finger into your mouth, sucking softly, rolling your eyes back, and moaning softly. You love giving him a show. Love making him melt in your mouth. He nods over to Johnny, whose jaw is slack, breathing hard. When you look at him, it's quite the sight: blue eyes wide and wild, mouth hanging open, and you can see his pulse right underneath his jawline beating wildly. Just fucking delectable. You pull your face away from Simon's hand and smile up at Johnny who groans and chuckles,

“Christ, LT.”

“Focus, Johnny. Ain't done yet.”

There's something feral that flashes in Johnny's eyes, hungry. Eager to please. You or Simon, you're not too sure. But he hooks an arm under your knees and hikes your leg up as far as it'll go, digging into you until you're a whimpering mess under him. His whole body pressed up against you, pinning you down. His mouth pressed right up against your ear, replacing every thought you had with his voice. 

“Right there? Huh? God, tight cunt right here…C'mon... Tell me how good it is…Tell me.”

He repeats the last phrase until you're mindlessly praising him, telling him what he wants to hear. What he needs to hear. You can feel him smile against the skin right under your ear before pressing tender kisses there. 

You're pressed chest to sweaty, hairy chest when you wrap your arms around him tighter, embracing him. All traces of guilt scraped away with Simon's breathy praise. You move one hand around until it rests on your husband's big thigh, and he tenses up under your touch. 

“C'mon love, give Johnny something real nice. He's been such a trooper, yeah?” 

You nod into Johnny's shoulder, breathless. 

“Uh-huh,”

It hits you hard and fast. Almost unexpectedly. Hearing a small moan escape Simon always sent you over the edge, though, always a rare moment when he lets himself relax and be vulnerable. 

Spasming and moaning under Johnny had his hips moving frantically, desperate for his own release. Biting his shoulder had him crashing right into it, digging deep into you until his hips still. He crushed you under his weight, licking the sweat off your neck. Simon pushed his head away though. 

“Don't forget, she's my wife Johnny.

His voice isn't harsh, it's almost soft. His large frame leans down and presses a tender kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. All while singing velvety praises between each one. For a moment, you forget about the other man in the room lying right on top of you. Until he pulls away, sliding out of you. Almost makes you whine til he starts pressing his lips against your sternum and stomach. Head in the clouds, you feel like you're floating. Suspended in this moment of pure bliss. 

“You got one more in you?”

Simon asks. Before you can answer, Johnny responds eagerly. 

“Always.”

[skyrigel]

Johnny slept on the couch, in your one bhk apartment you shared with Simon after he was ousted out from his five night stands with some bird which Simon detested, and well so had you too.

“can't see em' lika dat.” Simon muttered to you one morning, looking every bit like a puppy like his mate seemed who was drooling over the couch.

So it was decided he would sleep in bedroom, and since Simon wouldn't let his love sleep with another man in the bed ( alone ) and you were too stubborn to leave your groove. Hence, there were three people in a king sized bed, thanks to Simon's big broad shoulders who needed that much space.

Johnny had proposed he could sleep on the floor too, say some mattress and sheets, but there wasn't enough space after the bed.

And then you had another problem, over the whole night where Simon slept in middle spooning you on his right, you could feel those hand sensation on your back and woke up in the middle of the night to find Johnny groping Simon's abs, that too, from under his shirt, leg thrown over him and one arm which was under Simon's head.

“Si, we need to talk.” You eyed him up in the morning, Johnny who was making tea for all looked up with attention.

“Is it bout' meh ?” Johnny smiled at you. That bloody smile, and Simon smacked the back of his head before coming over to you and asking what was it.

You only asked for the most sensible thing any partner would.

“I am sleeping in the middle.”

[soullessdianthus]

Hear me out, but imagine living in polygamous relationship with Ghost and Soap – having two military men by your side, guarding you almost like dogs, hellhounds. 

You would be their beloved sweetheart, usually sleeping in the middle, so both of them could feel your warmth and presence. Soap would be a big spoon, his bulky arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closely. Meanwhile Ghost prefers to sleep “unbothered” most of the time, but if you or Johnny cling to him during the night he doesn’t mind at all. 

Because if you and Soap get needy for Ghost’s affection and tenderness at the same time, he would roll in the middle and cradle both of you to his chest. ❤️

Can you imagine how mind blowing the intimacy would be with them? Everyone’s needs are satisfied: bodies covered in sweat, splayed between the sheets. The heavy breaths filling the room when the bliss of pleasure begins to fade away. 

[beloveds-embrace]

Angst Ghoap where they don’t want to admit their feelings to each other so they take all the sexual frustration out on you. You, who genuinely thought these two love you up until they call out the other’s name and not yours during sex

[lemonmaid]

Ghoap X Service-Dog Hybrid!Reader

Trigger warnings: panic attacks, gender neutral reader, ptsd

Did you guys know that sometimes some animals need service dogs? For anxiety and sometimes depression???

Imagine where Simon and Bomb Dectection Dog Hybrid Johnny are honorably discharged.

Simon and Hybird Johnny both get diagnosed with PTSD, so the only logical thing is to get a service animal.

Well thanks to Simon's connections, he was able to join a new program to see if hybrids can also work as service animals.

You, a new trainee, are so excited to be apart of the new program! (Your tail cannot stop wagging when you find out you've been assigned a parnter).

You who moves in with Simon and Johnny while getting paid to be around the clock care-taker.

When you and Johnny lock eyes, Johnny immediately hugging you, scenting you, asking every little thing about what breed you are to about yourself! His tail cannot stop wagging aswell!!

Simon treats you at first like you're just a regular hybrid doing their job, doesn't really pay that much attention besides hearing what Johnny is yapping about.

It isn't until he is affected by his PTSD at a grocery store. A rack in another aisle falls over creating a loud banging sound that echoes throughout the store. Even though he knows it was probably nothing, his immediate action is to take cover, his brain stops being rational, and his anxiety is telling him how he is left in the open with nothing to protect himself with. His chest feels like there is concrete on top of him. Then he feels your hands on his chest, gently reminding him of his breathing, your hands slowly rising and falling to his breathing, making concentrate on his breathing.

After that incident, he starts being more protective of you, starts to open up more, letting you do your job, listening to your recommended breathing and coatching techniques.

Sometimes Johnny gets on high alert when in public, he immediately tries to start smelling or detecting high alert threats.

But then you remind him that he isn't on the field anymore and that he can relax.

In short, they love you so much. And they truly believe they'll be lost without you.

[milf-murdock]

Feels Like Home

Ghost x Soap x Reader // Established relationship

Summary: Your boys come home to you.

Warnings: none, just the fluffiest of fluff

“S’late,” Johnny murmured in the dark as he nudged off his boots beside the door. Simon offered up a small hum in agreement as he slid the locks into place, ensuring each and every one clicked firmly. “Try not to wake her this time, Johnny,” he warned as they made their way through the shared flat and towards the bedroom. “No promises,” Johnny whispered. “Just missed her so fucking much.” Simon rolled his eyes affectionately, but there was no denying that he felt the same way. The deep-seated ache they both felt when they were apart from you, it was damn near debilitating.

The bedroom door let out a quiet squeak as they carefully opened it, and Simon made a mental note to grease it in the morning.

The two men paused in the doorway, their breath momentarily taken away by the sight of your sleeping form. The soft glow of the lamp you’d accidentally left on washed your body in a warm hue. You were in one of Simon’s oversized sweatshirts, the well-worn material draping your frame as you cuddled close to Johnny’s pillow. The soft rise and fall of your chest let them know that you were still peacefully asleep, and for a brief panicked moment, Simon felt his chest constrict as he thought about how easily it would be for someone else, someone with more sinister intent, to sneak in here with you completely unaware. He pushed the thought out of his mind, reminding himself of all the security measures he and Johnny strategically put into place to assure your safety at all times.

The moment of quiet of short lived as Johnny all but bounded to the bed, unable to curb his enthusiasm for a moment longer. To be fair, he did try his hardest to be quiet and smooth, but he couldn’t stand the look of you curled around his pillow when you clearly needed to be resting against his own body. He lifted the covers back and slid into the warm sheets, carefully untangling you from the pillow and coaxing your head onto his chest, the soft patch of curls gracing his burly form have you instinctively curling inwards, burying your face in the soft warmth.

You let out a contented sigh and for the first time in nearly four weeks, Johnny feels like he can finally breathe, like he is finally whole once more. As he wrapped his strong arms around you, realization slowly pulls you from your slumber as you wiggle against his hard body, your body torn between falling back into sleep and knowing that something has changed.

Simon stepped closer to the bed, looking at you and Johnny with pure unadulterated affection. “Hey love,” his deep voice was soft in the darkness, not wanting to startle you. “We’re home.” A single finger traced the outline of your face, trailing from your temple to your chin, as your eyelashes fluttered open.

“You’re home?” Your voice cracked on the last word, the last dregs of sleep clearing from you as you took in the sight before you.

Johnny pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling you even closer. “Aye lass,” he murmured against your skin, pressing kiss after kiss. “We’re home. Missed ya.”

As much as Simon enjoyed watching the sweet moment between you and Johnny, his own exhaustion was slowly overtaking him. He does his best to juggle taking care of you and Johnny, especially looking after Johnny when they’re on missions together—not just as his lieutenant, but as his partner.

Simon slid into the bed from the other side, his large frame coming up behind you and his arm hooking under Johnny’s neck, enabling him to pull you both close to him, your pliant body wedged between the two men. Simon took a deep breath, breathing in the subtle mix of your shampoo and a faint whiff of musk that was distinctly Johnny. Nothing compared to the feeling of being home with his loves, both of you safe in his arms.

The three of you drifted off to sleep just like that, limbs thoroughly entangled, steady breathing soothing every last one of you.

[inkbybambi]

something something kiss cam at a hockey game where there’s an empty seat between you and soap but he’s cute, gives you a smirk and a why not? shrug, leans over to give you such a filthy kiss the camera has to cut away seconds later.

the next time the kiss cam comes on, the seat between you is filled, and ghost decides he deserves a kiss too.