#johnny soap mctavish imagine

[justanoasisimagines]

Tries his Luck

Summary; Johnny clocks you walking into the office. He's not too pleased when a new recruit attempts to flirt with his wife Pairing; Johnny "Soap" McTavish x wife!FemaleReader WordCount; 539 Warnings; One swear word A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

Johnny flexes his knuckles. His concentration has gone from his stack of paperwork. Inhale. Exhale. Johnny reminded himself this was not the place to lose his temper.

No one would blame him. Some people had no respect. No moral code to live by. Something he'd learned about the recruit in front of him.

Johnny would teach him. Slowly, methodically and painfully. He'd make sure he'd struggle through the recruitment process.

Lesson one; do not flirt with a superior wife. More specifically his wife.

Johnny wasn't blind. He knew why men flocked to you. Beautiful, funny, smart, friendly. Delectable in any piece of clothing gracing your body.

However, the ring on your finger should have acted as a deterrent. You were off limits. The recruit didn't seem to care or perhaps he was completely oblivious.

"Aye Si, whose the recruit over there flirting with my Mrs?" Johnny questioned as he pushed his chair away from the desk and stood up. Approaching the masked man within a few steps.

"Stevenson I think. Why?"

"Just prefer to know the name of the man before I threaten him" Simon chuckled as Johnny departed from him. Johnny stalked his prey, slowly making his way towards you.

Stevenson wasn't aware of the hell he was about to endure.

"Aye lass, what brings you to this side of the office? Bringing me something tasty to eat I hope" Johnny winked. You struggled to maintain eye contact because of Johnny's sneaky innuendo.

"Actually I-"

"I was helping her locate Captain Price's office. Sir, she has some important paperwork to sign." Johnny's jaw clenched. First, he was flirting with you. Now he's attempting to speak for you.

"She's been to the Cap'n's office plenty of times before. I'm sure she knows the way. Secondly, I was asking her, not you" Johnny growled.

"The lady is busy, Sir"

"Are you giving me orders recruit? Do I need to ask permission to speak to my wife?" Stevenson paled. As white as a ghost. For a moment, he'd presumed the revelation had done the trick.

"She still has a job to do Sir"

Perhaps not.

"You didn't seem concerned with her job for the past twenty minutes. While you were ogling and flirting with my wife."

"I think you're blinded by your insecurities Sir" The cheeky little shit. Johnny moved towards Stevenson. Yet your palm rested on his chest. You didn't push him away but halted his movements.

"Johnny don't. He's just attempting to antagonize you. It's a foolish idea. Especially since he is your drill sergeant this afternoon. Alongside, Lieutenant Reily."

"I'm sorry what?" Stevenson's eyes suddenly drifted between Johnny and Simon.

"You heard the lady, recruit. Oh, I should warn you. Her last name is McTavish now, her Maiden name was Reily. I'd rest up while you can. You're gonna it." Stevenson fleed almost leaving tracks on the floor. Johnny smiled when you broke out in hysterics.

"I've got to get this to John. Then I can give you guys the pastries I brought you." Johnny smiled as he watched you walk away. Every year it was the same process, and every year you two enjoyed watching the recruit flee when they found out who you were related to.

[beloveds-embrace]

(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

dukedom au masterlist

Part two

[abusivegymrat]

Think of a reader who can’t fucking sit straight even the manliest men are anxious fucks while they consider manspreading near her, before deciding against it.

Think of a reader who could and would have her feet on the table in front of the fucking president or something.

Think of a reader who puts her feet on Simon’s shoulders while sitting behind him in briefing, while the entire room freezes in fear.

Think of a reader who nudges his temple with her boot when he opens his mouth to object behind the balaclava.

Think of a reader who got uncomfortable in a vehicle during a co-op mission with some other team, and even though she’s reckless, she knows her limits and shows respect. So she’s not sitting weird, not when everyone’s trying to fit.

So think of the reader’s reaction when the men near her finally take this chance to manspread as if it’s a competition.

“Close them the FUCK up, your dick isn’t even that big. It doesn’t need more space than me.”

haha this happened to me in metro today, the woman saying that was so badass omg😭

[mixingandmelting]

Heavy Blanket

Summary: You were cold and needed a blanket. He decides to be that blanket only to get too comfy and lay on top of you longer than needed

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You’re hot. Sweltering. Wheezing. Lungs close to collapsing. And no matter how many times you tell him, he won’t. Get. Off.

“Simon, please.” You gently nudge his shoulder, trying to get him to look at you. “I’m suffocating here.” 

He simply grunts, nuzzling his face into your chest as his arms tighten around your chest. You suppose it’s your fault, having told him that you were cold and not wanting to get off the couch to get a blanket. You just.. didn’t expect him to take it quite literally and provide you a heavy, weighted one (i.e., him). 

You sigh. Maybe you could push him off…? You glance down only to be reminded how massive he is, easily engulfing your being so that it looks like there’s simply a single person on the sofa. Hell, the only indication you’re even lying there is your head and arms poking out from underneath. No body, just ligaments. 

Yeah. It’s Not happening. As if sensing your disgruntlement, he lifts his head so his eyes would be looking into yours. For a moment the two of you stare, waging a wordless battle.

“…For a person called ghost, you’re so cheeky.”

He snorts, going back to comfortably resting his head on your chest.

“Only to you, love. Only to you.” 

Took the words right out of your mouth. 

Shaking your head in exasperation, you card your fingers through his hair. Welp. laundry is definitely not getting done today. 

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

“Johnny?”

“No.”

“Johnny.”

“No.”

“John Mactavish.”

That gets him to lift his head up. You try not to snort at the offended look he gives you, his eyes asking if you had seriously just used his full name over something like this. Instead, you take this chance to finally get some precious O2 in your lungs and enjoy weight being lifted off of you. Literally. 

You had forgot and now remembered his biceps are the size of your head when he props onto his elbows, bright blue eyes staring directly into yours. 

“Luvie, I’m not John Mactavish to you. Am I?” 

“No. But,” you shuffle to get around but he doesn’t budge. Dammit. “You are a furnace. Heavy, hard, and exuding only heat.” 

Instantly you regret saying that, recognizing the glint in his eyes. 

“Heavy and hard, aye?”  

One hand to cover your burning face, you use the other to smack his chest. You and your stupid mouth. Him and his stupid, smug, smirk. Chuckling, he moves and gets comfortable before snuggling you again. At least he’s being mindful this time, making sure you aren’t feeling as if you’re being flattened into a pancake. As for you, you nuzzle your face into the junction where his neck and shoulder meet. It’s going to take a while for you to function, the embarrassment still fresh and searing your soul. 

Kim Hong Jin "Horangi"

You swear you’re dating a giant cat, not a tiger. The ones that enjoy pushing a glass off the table while you’re looking and begging with your eyes not to. Smiling as some crying lady points at them over a salad. 

You’ve been shoving and pushing him by the shoulders, and so far you’ve successfully freed half of your upper body (more like that’s the only leeway he’s willing to give but you choose to ignore that).

“Hong Jin.” You pant between each word, exhausted and having much of your strength sapped out of you. “You need to let go.”

“싫은데?“ (Don’t want to?) 

…This man and his nerves. 

“No, seriously.” You nudge him, hoping it would get your message across. “I can’t even feel my legs.”

“Just five more minutes.” His groan coming out muffled from him burying his face into your tummy. 

Five minutes ago he said that. Which was also what he said five minutes before that. Now you’re uncomfortable, feeling the half of you he’s holding onto sweat while the other feels chilly from the sudden loss of heat. Worst is how effortless it is for him to keep you still, lazily lying on top of you being enough to stop you from worming yourself out. Like sure, you do enjoy how well-built he is but not like this! 

Sucking a breath in, you go back trying to pry yourself off as he stays where he is, eyes closed and a grin plastered on his face. 

König 

A king-size mattress. That’s what he is. And certainly feels that way too with how he easily engulfs both you and the bed. 

“Konig.” You gently shake him, only for him to turn his head. 

You don’t know whether to laugh or cry though, at the moment, it would hurt if you do either. Every time you try calling him out or getting his attention, he’d turn his head where he’d lie on one cheek then flip to the other. He doesn’t even make a sound. No harrumphs, grunts, or a sigh. All of you wanted to do was go get ready since the two of you are supposed to meet with his friends. Now? Not happening. 

“We need to get ready. It’s already quarter past five.” 

He squeezes your waist in response, snuggling himself into you. Just like a petulant kid, thinking if he doesn’t say anything and pretends to not hear you, you would stop. You try to slip from being underneath him, not enjoying being the filling in the mattress sandwich. Unfortunately for you, fortunately for him, you give up in less than ten seconds realizing how much you’d have to go through to just get a hand out. 

You raise your hand to place it on his shoulder until he stops you by grabbing at the wrist. He drags and presses it against his cheek, making you feel stubbles under your fingertips. Biting your lip, you close your eyes and mentally count from ten. 

“You better text them we’re not going.” You grumble, cupping his face in your hands. 

“Already did.”

You shake your head. This man. 

[starboye]

imagine having ghost and soap as boyfriends, it's either you get to large but sweet guys who will kill whoever disrespects their lovie or you get to large guys that are trying to rip each others hair out after one eats the others ice cream

soap is always trying to fuck you no matter where you are and you have to get simon to pull him off you just for simon to take his place, cooing how no one will even notice and him and soap can just slip in really quick, you denied for a little but the moment he rubbed his bulge against your ass you were all for it

the was until price caught you three and scolded you but nonetheless you all ended up doing it again, some days after months of being away from you on a mission they come back one of two way; wanting to cuddle you all day and night until death or fuck you until you have their offspring

on this day it was the latter, they wasted no time in taking you to your guys' shared room and plowing you all night long, spurting out all there pent up cum into you until your belly was bulging with cum and putting a butt plug in you

but they couldn't possibly leave you like that so they always either go out and get you some food or try their best to make something at home (which usually ends up in the food being burnt and they go out and get you food) so you spend your night sweaty and barely feeling your legs but at least you have some ice cream and two hot boyfriends by your side

[lemonmaid]

Sorry, I've been hyperficated for a minute.

Poly 141 x Baker! Reader

Small town AU

Butcher Simon who owns a meat store in the same building as your bakery store. (Literally a door over).

Butcher Simon who slowly starts to fall smitten over you whenever you come by and ask help pulling freight or those 50 pound flour bags.

Butcher Simon who comes to you with the idea of collaborating making lunch and dinner sandwiches, using your bread and his meats.

Cashier Johnny who constantly flirts with you whoever you pop in the morning.

Cashier Johnny who argues when Simon says he only hired him for his looks.

Cashier Johnny who gives you his employee discount, just don't tell Simon about there being an employee discount.

Cashier Johnny who plays the radio extra loud for Simon to hear the football game while he is in the cooler.

Farmer John who sells his meats to Simon.

Farmer John who also sells his eggs, dairy and other produce to you.

Farmer John who started growing squash, peppers and berries for your bakery and gets to try new items with his ingredients.

Farmer John who has a really bad sweet tooth and shyly buys the last lemon bar every morning.

Sheriff Kyle who comes every morning for your danishes

Sheriff Kyle who comes in every day before closing to buy a dinner sandwich

Sheriff Kyle who gives you his own personal phone number "just in case".

Sheriff Kyle who can be heard arguing with Johnny about meat prices every couple of months.

Sheriff Kyle who can be seen always on John's farm.

Small Town 141! Would be so protective over you.

Small Town 141! Always inviting you to the pub after work, even when they know you'll say no.

Small Town 141! Who always invites you to go hunting or hiking with them.

Small Town 141! Where they are always taking it upon themselves to fix something around your store. Glass needs repainting? Johnny is on it. Lights are out on the sign? Simon has replacements. Door doesn't lock? Kyle knows a guy who owes him a favor. Car broke? John can fix it.

Small Town 141! Who desperately want your affection.

[leyavo]

| The Bite | 1

| Part 1 | series masterlist

Human!reader that grew up with beta!Johnny and they’ve been inseparable ever since.

Johnny even scented you as a teen, so that no one could take advantage of you and you could be safe with his family pack.

Even though you have your own family, you used to live on the borders between your two kinds. Sneaking out to wander the woods with Johnny and his siblings. Mud splattered your shins and knees that your mother used to scrub them with bleach and a hard bristled brush.

So naturally you end up living with Johnny in the residential house on base, but he forgot to mention the guys. The two beta's and alpha he's been with for years now. So easy to forget that you’re human sometimes and not all clued into the pack dynamics.

That and all the other small task forces/packs that roamed the base. How they lean down to sniff you, hot breath fanning against Johnny’s bite mark on the side of your neck. It never did quite fade, even after Johnny swore it would.

How some of the others call you Pet, because that’s what you are to them. No different from you humans that have dogs, Johnny’s got himself a nice human pet.

They never say it around Johnny though, no he hates the way they say it. A snarl ripping from his throat, you blink and he's got them by the collar of their t-shirt, pushed against the wall.

But you can’t help but like it when Alpha!Price calls you Pet. How the word falls from his parted lips, gaze fixed on you as he waits for you to correct him. How he quickly changes his tune, calling you Petal whenever Johnny’s around.

John Price such a gentlemen, of course he'll look after you when Johnny's not about. How he presses his mouth to your mark each full moon when the burn is unbearable, teeth grazing the puckered skin and hands keeping you in place from squirming.

> [Part Two]

[Cod omegaverse masterlist]

[luvbabydoll]

— under their noses — chapter four

a series made by © luvbabydoll

warnings — smut mdni

the camera was rolling, the soft hum of the base just outside your quarters barely registering as you shifted on the bed, running your fingers along the hem of your unbuttoned uniform shirt.

this was just another video. another post. another payday.

you knew your audience. knew what they liked. knew that the whole forbidden angle—being the base’s nurse, technically off-limits—only made them more eager to empty their wallets for you.

the door creaked open.

and price stepped in.

you froze.

he didn’t speak at first. just stood there, eyes flicking between the camera and you.

you felt your pulse hammer against your ribs.

this was it. you were done. surely, he’d chew you out, report you, maybe even send you off base—

but then, he locked the door.

your breath hitched.

"keep going," he said.

your brain short-circuited. “…what?”

he tilted his head, arms crossing over his broad chest. "you heard me."

you stared. this had to be some kind of test.

so you decided to push back.

a slow, coy smile spread across your lips. you tilted your chin, voice smooth as silk. "wanna join me, captain?"

you expected him to scoff. maybe roll his eyes, tell you to knock it off—

but then his gaze darkened.

his jaw ticked.

and then—

"oh, sweetheart." his voice dropped to a low, gravelly rumble. "you have no idea what you just asked for."

you barely had time to react before he moved.

before he was suddenly there, right in front of you, kneeling.

your stomach flipped. your breath caught.

you thought—no way. he wasn’t actually—

but then his hands were on you.

firm. rough. heat searing through the fabric of your open uniform.

he dragged you to the edge of the bed.

and before you could even process what was happening—

he spread your thighs and dove in.

he was starving.

no slow teasing. no testing the waters.

he was fucking devouring you.

his tongue was hot, insistent, dragging through your slick folds as he groaned like a man who’d just been served his first meal in weeks.

the vibrations shot straight through you, your head tipping back, fingers clutching at the sheets as he ate.

licked.

sucked.

his beard was rough, scraping against your sensitive skin, but the contrast—the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue flicked over your clit with purpose—had you whimpering.

and that only seemed to fuel him.

"that’s it, love." his voice was muffled, husky against your cunt. "let me hear you."

a shudder tore through you, your thighs twitching against his grip.

he held you still. big, calloused hands keeping you open as his tongue fucked into you, pressing, rolling, dragging desperate sounds from your lips.

you clenched around nothing, back arching, but he didn’t let up.

didn’t stop.

didn’t relent.

like he’d been waiting for this. like this was his plan all along.

and when he moaned into you—guttural, shameless—you shattered.

your orgasm tore through you, sudden and sharp, your body writhing against his firm grip.

and he didn’t stop.

not until you were shaking.

not until you were whimpering his name.

not until you were begging.

and only then did he pull back, his lips and beard shining.

his eyes were blown. dark. a predator who’d just tasted his first real kill.

and then—he licked his lips.

“sweet as fuck,” he muttered.

and then?

he stood.

towering over you. smug. amused.

he leaned down.

tipped your chin up with two fingers.

and in a low, satisfied drawl, he said—

“that all you needed, sweetheart?”

—

the next day

soap opens his phone. gets a notification.

he grins, clicking on it.

and then—

silence.

pure. unholy. silence.

gaz looks over his shoulder. "what’s wrong?"

soap doesn’t respond. just slowly turns the screen around.

ghost leans in.

and all three men see it.

you.

on the bed. fucked-out, breathless.

and price.

on his fucking knees.

mouth coated in you, looking up at the camera like it’s a goddamn mission briefing.

soap screams.

gaz falls to his knees.

ghost just leaves. he’s done.

and then—

price walks into the room, casual as ever, tea in hand.

looks at them. then at the phone.

raises an eyebrow.

“something wrong, lads?”

[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.

[skyrigel]

Soap: Y/n, you need to stop acting like that.

Y/n: like what ?

Soap *makes finger guns*: phew phew.

Y/n *falls dramatically off the chair clutching their heart*: argh.

Soap: See, like this!

Ghost *heart eyes*: What's wrong with that ?

Masterlist

[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.

[justanoasisimagines]

Lass,

Summary; Soap writes you a letter to you while he's deployed Pairing; Johnny Soap McTavish x Female Reader A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for banner and divider

I'm sorry these letters have been few and far between lately. This deployment has been something else. I've never known it to be this unpredictable and chaotic. It's like any time it's going our way, they've managed to turn the tides.

We're gonna beat them eventually. I know we will.

Thank you for my care package sweetness. With everything going on, a reminder of you has lightened up my day. Some days I feel we've been apart from you for years, not a few months.

Thank you for putting your perfume on my hoddie sweetheart. It's been a comfort reminding myself of what I'm fighting to get home for.

If there was one thing I could wish for; it would be to see your beautiful face.

Simon says thank you for the socks and the black face paint. LT doesn't say it, but I know he appreciates it. I think it's knowing someone back home cares about him enough to include him.

Lass, I'm missing you more than words can fathom. I just want you to know my heart always stays with you. It doesn't matter where I am in the world. My heart is yours.

I am counting down the days and nights until I return home to you.

I hope everything is okay back home. In your next letter, I want you to tell me about everything. Especially the gossip from work. I miss hearing what's going on.

Can you also include a newer picture so I can look at it before I go to sleep?

Love you to the moon and back. Johnny x

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[abusivegymrat]

Gaz outside the military:

[guppybibi]

thinking about johnny who just like–loses a part of himself after he got shot in the head, yes because he totally survived that. i don't know how to describe it, and neither does he.

he just spends a lot of his time disassociating, it creeps you out honestly. oftentimes you find him staring at the wall, the ceiling, and you. he doesn't speak as much as he used to as well, so you're still growing used to the silence.

then one day, johnny just goes missing. he's nowhere to be found, so you go out to try and find him hopefully. along the way, passing by the flower shop you coincidentally meet simon who was just getting out of the shop, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

with your voice still shaky, you ask him if he has seen johnny at all today. and to your surprise he replies with "what do you mean, luv? it's johnny's death anniversary today?"

...who the fuck was in your house..for practically a whole year?

[lemonmaid]

Monster! 141 x Human Neighbor Reader

A small snip i needed to get off my chest.

Heavily inspired by @docdudo and @qwimblenorrisstan

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, fluff

You're neighbors, task force 141, are a really nice hybrid couples. They never really disturb you or even bigoted towards you, since you are a human (one of the many few that are left).

Anyways, one day there is a knock on your door, you open it and there is Wraith! Simon.

He looks like he hasn't slept in a while, there are stains on his clothing.

"Can I help you-"

"You're human right? Not a selkie?".

You looked and him with a puzzled looked, "as far... as I know".

Simon sighed, "Come with me".

Which leads you were you are now, inside this massive home, where hell you couldn't even climb up on the sofa without help.

There are loud groaning and shushing, and a very unhappy baby cry.

You see Dragonborn! Price outside on the balcony smoking.

Harpy! Gaz rocking a very human baby back and forth, trying to calm it.

And Werewolf! Soap waving a toy in the baby's face.

Werewolf! Soap is the first one to notice your small appearance, your recognizable scent fills the room.

Harpy! Gaz sighs in relief seeing your form, "thank you so much for coming by, we've tried everything- she just won't settle down".

In his arms (?) Is a baby girl, looked about fourish months.

Wraith! Simon speaks up, "we know it's probably not your thing. But you're human and she is humam- can you please help".

You looked around awkwardly, "I can try my best".

You checked her diaper, clean. Tried feeding her, she wasn't hungry. But it was the way she was sucking the bottle that made you notice something in her mouth.

The boys watched your every move, Werewolf! Soap watching you interact with "his pup" and Dragonborn! Price keeping a close eye on your every move.

"Um i found the issue- she is teething-".

Werewolf! Soap let out a long 'oh', immediately rushing to the freezer and pulling out a small dogtoy?.

You shaked your head, "no she needs acual teething products- like, human or soft teeth based ones".

You pull out your phone showing the boys small business that cater for humans.

"You can also buy human clothing on here too, some... hybrid clothing doesn't actually cover what human clothing has- like insulation, breathable-".

Harpy! Gaz and Wraith! Simon were listening intently, thinking about your opinions as a human.

Meanwhile Werewolf! Soap and Dragonborn! Price immediately are thinning about adding you to their pack.