#she's just a hungry lass

[kata-the-bee]

What did you expect. She's a frog and you're a spider

[pythonmoth]

cw: flashback, sort of. military inaccuracies. lots of cursing. implied sexual activity but nothing explicit, this pov is just bloody shameless. blood, war, canon violence. author is projecting their own friend group, who cares. everyone's a little shit, including reader. mention of past gaz x price. (author is giggling at this).

simon x f!reader. poly tf141. father figure price.

word count: +6.4k

EDIT: if you read this the day I posted it (monday), I've edited a few details by midnight. nothing too important.

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If anybody had told him he would go through this a few months ago, he would've laughed at their faces.

He's too busy for this mess, really. He goes on a solo mission for a whole month and when he comes back all he knows is that his favorite lass is hospitalized and that Ghost and Soap were involved, and that it's John's fault. He had thought "well, they definitely broke her now", and had laughed in his mind at his silly joke, and then the soldier in front of him told him what had actually happened.

"Tortured. Nails all gone. Capt'n Price ordered it. Big mess".

Not even an hour in since he comes back and he has to see that bastard get away with it, and leave you with the physical consequences of it all. It was enough to make him burst a fucking blood vessel. He couldn't possibly smack John —he did once, and it did not go well for him—, but fuck, he was absolutely tempted, and he genuinely felt no sympathy for his team.

The rest of the lasses are worried about you, bombarding him with questions, but they have nothing to do with it and he does not have the time to stop and talk, so he just lifts a hand and doesn't bother replying as he sidesteps them.

He'll find the time later on.

After he got the doctor to clear a bed for you, he barely had the time to do his entire paperwork. He works quickly so he can be there with you. He can only eat and work, treating the minor injuries he got, work again, and as soon as he's finally free, he goes to the clinic. He can see Ghost and Soap waiting anxiously by the door. Your door.

Kyle sighs as he gets closer. He can understand their feelings, but he honestly can only feel annoyed at their stupid display.

Hell, if they were so worried, they should've refused! The Captain could've chosen anyone else. He knew it was hard and that they had orders, but if he had been here, he would've seriously smacked everyone.

If you had to be tortured for whatever reason, why the hell do it themselves? Isn't that fucking ridiculous?

This team is the most important thing for him, and they simply accepted to torture their favorite lass —the one they've been dating for a year, no less—. Kyle just can't understand that. If the torture had to happen, as the Captain was ordered, they should've refused and forced him to choose someone else.

Everyone's fucking stupid, really.

Not you. It's not your fault that you're surrounded by complete dickheads.

Not wanting to startle them, he makes sure to make noise with his boots, and grips their shoulders to silently force them to sit down. Ghost and Soap are a goddamn mess, both of them trembling, on edge. They're quiet, more than he thought they'd be, considering what they did, but seeing them like that, the guilt clear in their eyes and body language, Kyle starts calming his own anger down. They weren't in the mood to be yelled at, and he didn't feel like lecturing them either. It's enough for him to see how tightly they're holding hands, knuckles white, for him to try and make them feel worse.

He would, but he isn't an asshole either.

With nothing left to do but wait, he sits there next to them, waiting as the Captain's muffled voice comes from inside your room. Just a few minutes later, he comes out, and the three of them bolt up. Kyle's heart trembles slightly as he sees you on the bed, your back to the door.

"Sergeant Garrick" the Captain calls, and Kyle is a little surprised to hear how happy his tone actually is. "She's hungry. Would you mind bringing something? She's okay with you being there".

Kyle nods, patting Ghost and Soap's shoulders in sympathy. Just a tiny bit.

He rushes to flirt with fight the lady at the mess hall, securing a good meal for both of you. He couldn't eat because he was so worried about you, so now that you're awake and okay with seeing him... hell, he'll eat whatever the kitchen lady wants to give him. He'll even take those disgusting rolls of rice the lady loves making.

Anything for you, really.

Half an hour later, hands full with food, he gently knocks on your door. When you don't respond quickly, he peaks inside. "Hey, it's me. Come in peace. Brought you food".

"Gaz" you cry out, rushing to stand up. Kyle feels his heart drop to his feet, eyes wide, and immediately jumps forward, nearly dropping the food in his haste to catch you when your knees give out, hissing in pain as your feet touch the ground.

"What are you getting up for, you idiot?" he scolds, his arms under your armpits to keep you up —it's easier than he remembers from past missions, and he does not like that—, biting the bag of food between his teeth as he helps you to the bed. "Dumbass. Come on".

To keep himself from crying at the sight of your weakened state, he tells you about how he fought the lady at the mess hall, setting the food on the floor only after making sure you're comfortable. You stare at him in silence but he's fine with that, making sure he only touches your arms and shoulders so he doesn't accidentally hurt you.

"You look like shit" you mumble, interrupting him. Kyle looks down at you and, with his heart full of warmth, he grips your nose between his fingers, shaking your head slightly.

"Missed you, too. Now, come on, let's eat. I'm starving" he says, not giving you a moment of silence. He's glad you don't fight him as he helps you settle properly in bed so he can sit next to you. With quick hands, he places the food between the two of you so it's easier to eat.

He talks about his mission, exaggerating it just a tiny bit. He didn't take seventy men down, he took only like... thirty. He also didn't dismantle an entire Cartel on his own, but he did kill anything he saw moving in one of their safe houses and managed to capture the leader alive when she was running from the back. He had a grin on his face —he didn't add that little part— as he managed to shoot her on the leg to slow her down.

He also doesn't tell you his heart was pounding with excitement when he saw the panic in the sicarios’ faces, wishing he could hunt them all.

Just that, really.

Halfway done with his own food, he realizes you're just listening to him talk and haven't eaten more than a single bite. "Weren't you hungry?" Kyle questions, his voice a little muffled as his mouth is stuffed with food.

"I guess. I don't know" you mumble, your shoulders slumping even further.

Kyle reaches out to steal a piece of chicken from your plate and takes a bite, munching happily as he starts talking again, mouth full. Gratefully, you don't realize he slowly starts feeding you the bites he steals, filling your mouth and watching you chew.

He can't have you fall asleep for another three goddamn days without taking a bite, so when he manages to trick you into eating more than half of your meal, he relaxes.

He has no intention of treating you like a victim, even if part of him wants to just cradle your face and protect you from whatever is gonna happen in the future. He doesn't think you're weak, you're just... hurt, so he stays the same. At some point of his rambling, your head lands on his shoulder. Kyle watches you sleep, his lips curling up as you drool on his uniform. He gently moves the food from the bed, making sure you stay comfortable resting against him.

Careful not to wake you, he lowers you on the bed and gets the rough hospital blanket over your shoulders. He tries to step away so you can rest properly, but one of your warm hands curls around his wrist in your sleep, so Kyle just drags a chair with his foot very carefully, and sits right next to you until he also falls asleep, his head on your bed.

You sleep for so, so long he's nearly afraid he gave you food poisoning.

Dr. Wilson catches him on his way to the bathroom, and sends him to wake you up. He takes just two minutes for himself and rushes back to your room. As he gets closer to you, your arm squishing your face as you drool against it, he smiles. You're snoring, your eyelashes sticking together, and you look so ridiculous he can only stare for a little moment, cursing himself for not bringing his phone. He never uses it, but now this is a wasted opportunity.

Eventually, he does wake you up, helping you prepare for the exams they'll have you take.

The art of tricking you into eating... he's a master at it, already. It brings him no happiness to use tricks but it works, and he'll take it for now.

While the medics check on you, he catches up with John.

Ghost and Soap are nowhere to be found, probably in the smallest corner in the barracks drowning in their own misery, but John looks like he wants to either kill everyone or himself. Maybe both.

"I know I fucked it up" John tells him. Kyle watches as he pours himself a drink, which... he technically shouldn't, but neither of them says anything about it. "This is my responsibility. Hell, if she decides to leave the team, I won't be bloody surprised."

Kyle keeps silent, the resentment towards his own team slowly building, even if he tries to bite it down. It's hard not to be angry at them. They didn't even give it a single day, didn't even wait for him to arrive. This whole situation is just bullshit.

"At least we can agree on that. That's a first".

"Can I ask you to—"

"I ain't convincing her that you weren't absolute dickheads and didn't rush the situation, John" he cuts him off. "You fucked up".

John gives him a warning look, but only sighs, nodding and gulping down the rest of his whiskey. "Well, then. We've got work to do".

On the third day of you being awake, Kyle is there when the Captain tells you you're leaving the next morning. He doesn't miss the way your shoulders tense slightly whenever you look at Ghost and Soap, or how your eyes go warm whenever you look at him. If this had been another time, he would've been jumping up and down just because you're looking at him this way, but right now, it's slightly... hurtful?

Maybe that's not the word.

Annoying, definitely, in a way. He doesn't want to be a replacement for Ghost and Soap, and Kyle knows you're not that kind of person, but maybe you're doing this subconsciously. A traumatized mind can do a lot of shit to a person. He just wished…

Something else. Perhaps.

That night before you leave, he is the only one who stays with you, as he had the past few days. Kyle's just surprised you decided to actually share the bed instead of having him sleep on the floor. He totally eats it up, however, smiling brightly as you giggle, glad that his good energy is making you happy before sleeping.

With your head nestled against his chest, your arms gently curled between the two of you as he holds you lazily, one of his hands caressing your hair, he wishes he could stay like this. You seem so peaceful, so distantly different from the person he saw a few days ago that it's just perfect right now. It's comforting and warm, and as you two relax, the conversation slowly turns from idle gossip to a bit more serious, finally reaching Ghost and Soap.

No. Simon and Johnny, he corrects himself.

"You don't have to forgive them. Fuck them. I hope you remember that" he mumbles against your hair. Kyle makes no attempt to subdue his anger, not wanting to hide that from you. "Maybe you'll learn to understand why they had to do it, but that doesn't mean you have to be cool with it".

"And I'm not" you mumble back, shaking your head as you shift, looking up at him. "It's hard to just... look at them and not think of it. It happened like a week ago, anyway, so I can't be blamed. Right?"

"Fuck no. I'd say you give them hell a few months" he reassures you, nudging you slightly. It's enough to bring a smile to your face. Kyle keeps his arms loose around you, as you keep on shifting, restless.

"I don't know. I understand, I guess. I can't say I wouldn't have done the same in their position, but... I don't want to think about that right now".

"Of course" Kyle hums, his hand gently rubbing on your back. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

It's warm, and it's nice. Your breathing is slowly calming down and he knows it won't take long for you to fall asleep. It is pretty late, after all. He's lost in his head for a while, wondering if he should take your things to the truck while you're asleep or if he should do it in the morning when you're getting ready to leave. It takes him a moment to realize you're staring at him. Kyle raises an eyebrow, playfully poking your back.

"What do you want? Is there something on my face?" he asks, moving so he can look down at you properly, his eyebrows furrowing, a feeling of worry growing in his chest.

When he shifts, trying to get comfortable as your eyes follow him, you surge forward, pressing your lips to his.

Kyle's heart stutters a bit, his eyes slightly wide as he looks at you when you pull back not even a second later. His body is frozen, half lifted from the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm really-"

He cuts you off.

Of course he'll cut you off if you look like you're about to burst into tears if he dares flinching away.

It's a soft kiss. There's nothing but calm and affection in it. Kyle's fully aware of why this is happening, of the need for comfort that's definitely growing in your brain. He keeps it gentle, even if your breathing is ragged, even if your arm wraps around his neck. He sooths you with it, and he hopes it helps. He's okay with it.

Kyle welcomes it, calming his heart. He... also doesn't mind it. In the slightest.

Its only when he cradles your face, feeling the warm tears over your heated cheeks, the kiss slowly becoming salty, that he pulls back. He holds you closer, letting you cry into his chest, pressing another soft kiss to your hair. It takes a while for you to calm down, but Kyle just holds you through it, caressing your back, your hair.

It's you who breaks the comfortable silence.

"Are you angry?"

"What? No. Why would I be?" Kyle asks, genuinely confused. Your question feels so anticlimactic he nearly groans.

"Because I kissed you?"

He hums, his hand never stopping where it's caressing your back. "No. I'm not mad. It was a good kiss." You groan instead, hitting him on the ribs with your elbow. He laughs, patting your back so you settle against him again. "Nothing wrong with kissing your mates".

"Shut up!"

"Fine, fine. Well, look" he sighs, reaching out to the lamp so he can turn it on and look at you properly. "I think you needed that, and maybe I did too. I don't think I'm a replacement, either. Or am I?"

"No!" you shriek, your face heated.

He won't tell, but his shoulders relax as you reassure him. Kyle doesn't mind kissing the nerves out of you, but he's glad to see the genuine glint in your eyes.

"Then that's fine. Just kissing the mates goodnight".

"Garrick!"

"All I'm saying" he says, grinning down at you, and placing a hand on your head, "is that a kiss can just mean that. Did it feel good? It helped?"

You purse your lips, frowning at him. "Yeah".

"Then that's alright. Don't question it much".

"Should've asked. I'm sorry".

That makes him grin, his chest warm. "It's cool. Just don't do it in front of the rest. They wanna kiss their mates, too, but they need alcohol for it".

"What? You'd be embarrassed?"

"No. You would be, though".

"Why? It's not like- ugh!"

He playfully grabs your face, not letting you move, and kisses your cheek loudly, making you laugh for the first time since you woke up. He manages to keep your good mood, not letting you dwell on whatever that kiss could've meant. At some point, he can't keep up with your energy, and slowly falls asleep, his mind filled with contentment, and warmth.

Saying goodbye to you for nine long months was one of the hardest things he's done. Kyle doesn't like being near Ghost or Soap or the Captain when there's a big hole missing. It's their fault you're missing, and he knows his annoyed looks convey that. He's professional, but it takes him a while to get along with them again. Mostly, he's forced to.

Ambushed.

During a mission, they get caught in enemy territory. Kyle's not sure how it happened, just that it was just too fast for anybody but him to react as two cars suddenly burst from fucking nowhere. He manages to jump out of the way, but the rest aren't so lucky. When they drive away at high speed, no doubt suspecting they're all dead —or will be, anyway—, Kyle gets up and checks on the rest, knowing they have to move. If they want to survive so close to the enemy's base, they need to rush.

"Fucking hell, they got your leg" Kyle grunts, helping Soap up. His bulky leg is dripping onto the ground, his uniform soaked in just a few minutes, but he looks focused. Maybe a little too much, but that'll have to do.

John has a wound on his left shoulder, but he can walk for now, so it's only Ghost and him that ain't hurt. It's their job to find quick shelter so they can treat Soap and John before rushing back to their camp. It's not easy but Kyle manages to find an abandoned small house that isn't armed to the very core with bombs. They all ignore the old bodies in the place, especially a smaller one in the back.

It's impossible not to take a moment, all of them freezing as the clothes of that smaller body rustle with the harsh air. Suspended in time, however the kid met their end.

In silence and not wasting another moment, they walk inside as carefully as they can.

Kyle and Ghost do their best, treating Soap and John for an entire night, but they can't stay there. So they risk it. Ghost drags John, who looks extremely lightheaded from the blood loss, while Kyle carries a bloody Soap on his shoulders. It's a long, long walk back to the camp, especially with the enemies so close.

Kyle says goodbye to you in his mind.

You should be here with the team, but he's also glad you aren't. At least you get to live on.

Fortunately, he gets the opportunity to feel silly for being so worried not even two hours later when they make it to their hidden camp. Once they're all in their jeep, however, he sees Ghost slowly passing out, just now noticing his uniform was darker than usual.

That's fucking blood.

"Do I have to do everything in here?! I'll skin you all if you die!" he growls to himself, knowing the rest aren't even conscious or interested in his anger. Kyle pushes the jeep to it's limits, the team bouncing off the seats slightly, and the hot air making his eye twitch.

It takes him a few hours to be back, worried out of his mind. He's the only one who didn't get hurt, and that's fucked up. He gets to help his team but at what cost? If they die, that's on him for not being fast enough, for not being good enough at his work. For being too focused on his own safety instead of looking out for his team.

Ghost's side is fucked, Dr. Wilson tells him. Of course, she doesn't use those words, but that's pretty much what she means. John's shoulder wasn't actually damaged, there was no fracture, but he lost a lot of blood. Same thing with Soap. It had been a close call, in any way.

Kyle spends the next five days making sure Ghost is comfortable, the drug-induced comma he's forced into fucking up his planned Months of Hatred. He really had planned on pulling faces at them when not in immediate danger, on going as far as ignoring them, but because he had been pissed at the three of them and his mind didn't instantly click to treat them as a priority, they're all hurt. He wasn't good enough and he will never forgive himself for that.

Because of him, you could've lost them all.

Dr. Wilson insisted he doesn't have to be here, but he can't just leave them alone again.

The sunlight coming from the windows, he sits right next to Ghost, rubbing his own face in profound desperation. He doesn't have the heart to text you. He wouldn't even know how to tell you in person that your dear Ghosty and Johnny got hurt, but texting or calling is not his strongest skill so it's out of the question. He would only make you worry even more.

Besides, you weren't talking to them, as he'd gathered from their conversations, so he doesn't think you'll miss them much.

At least, he forces himself to think like that.

By the time Ghost wakes up, the first thing he asks for is his phone. Kyle only gives him a look but he quickly brings it. He gives him space, knowing he'll probably want to be alone when he texts you. Kyle hears his grunts of pain stopping, and then his voice going all soft.

Ah, a call, then.

Pretty soon after Ghost recovers, by the fourth month of you being away, one night Soap suddenly rushes over to the Lieutenant, and Kyle would be damned if he didn't understand the little tears clinging to the sergeant's curly eyelashes. Really, he doesn't even feel guilty anymore. They both seem so happy, now out of danger, the love of their lives is texting them back and he's actually very happy for them.

Even John seems a lot better, seeing these idiots happier.

No matter how hard Kyle tries to fight it, he loves these idiots. Even the people closest to you might hurt you, and you'll hurt them sometimes.

It's been nine months.

Despite his better judgment, Kyle's managed to text you every now and then, and, even though it pains him greatly, he takes your calls if you text him beforehand. At least two days before so he can be ready for it. Kyle would rather die than to willingly call someone; if it's not an order, he just can't be bothered. But this is you, after all. Kyle makes an exception for you.

Now that everyone's getting along a lot better, nearly the same as it used to be before this whole bullshit situation, Kyle does spend time with them, having drinks by the bar or just in John's office. Everyone clearly needed that, because they get drunk ridiculously quick. Including him, honestly.

"Ya know, I've never asked" John begins, sipping his whiskey as he turns to Ghost and Soap. "How did y'all get together anyway? If you're gon' be explicit, I don't wanna hear it, though—"

"None of your business" Ghost grunts, taking the mask off, since it's only them. It's not like it's the first time, anyway.

"Shut your mouth" Soap says, waving a dismissive hand to Ghost. He sips his whiskey and grins at John. "It was pretty funny, actually".

Kyle remembers that day perfectly.

Over a year ago, he had realized the moment you and Ghost first started dating. It wasn't super obvious, nothing really changed, not even when you thought nobody was looking, except maybe that Ghost was extra touchy. He also pretended not to see the little marks on the Lieutenant's back whenever they changed.

Good for them, he thought.

The little dates you shared weren't a secret, either. Whenever you had the time, Kyle saw you walking into the common area to watch a ridiculous movie, or a show, or whatever. He could barely hear it from the kitchen if he happened to need a drink, anyway. All he knew is that, at some point, Soap joined the movie nights.

At first, Kyle thought it would be a problem because, to him, it was painfully obvious the sergeant had a thing for Ghost, but if you two were together... where did that leave poor Soap? Eventually, Kyle himself ended up joining a few movie dates, out of boredom really, and, one night, after enduring two long hours of the heaviest sexual tension he's ever felt and trying to pretend he wasn't more interested in whatever was happening behind him instead of the actual movie, he just drops on the carpet and pretends to sleep as he listens to you talk.

"Dunno... is it wrong?" you murmur after a while, sitting on the couch right behind Kyle.

"Hell if I know" Ghost grunts back.

The silence is thick with something, but Kyle would rather die than to get up and miss whatever is happening. He breathes slowly, but not so much that he doesn't seem to be asleep.

"Every time he looks at you with those silly eyes I kinda just wanna..."

"Smooch him?" Ghost snorts quietly, earning him a smack on his arm. "What, you wanna kick him instead?"

"Both, I guess" you admit slowly, and Kyle can't help but grin.

Really, the army is fucked up. Everyone's together for so long that the lines between romance and friendship sometimes get blurry. Hell, Kyle himself had a thing with John for nearly a year. That did not happen, if anybody asked them, and they never brought it up after they decided to break it off. They're still a little petty, however.

The credits roll slowly, an obnoxious song playing as Kyle listens to Soap's soft snoring where he's curled next to him in the carpet, by Ghost's feet. It's funny, though, he's sure the sergeant is also pretending to sleep. Soap's one hell of a snorer. That's cutesy snoring.

He calls bullshit.

Sure enough, when you very quietly admit that you wouldn't mind if dear Simon was interested in little Johnny, and Simon admits he's actually smitten by the sergeant, Johnny sits up so quick he nearly kicks Kyle in the face.

"Wait, say that again".

And when their conversation turns a little too serious, too bloody personal, Kyle stops pretending and absolutely bolts away, earning a few snickers from the three of them.

Little shits knew he was listening.

The road to your house is a little too... exciting. You've been talking to all of them by texting and calling, and they could see how much you've improved in therapy. The therapist wouldn't tell the Captain much, and he told them even less, but you were doing better, and that's all that matters to them. Soap's nearly bouncing off the seat, Ghost's hand on his thigh to keep him still. Kyle's riding shotgun and the Captain's driving them. Unfortunately, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole, and they all have to sit through the Captain's music for the whole ride.

It isn't so bad, but it's something Kyle's father would listen to.

... He decided not to think too hard on that a long time ago.

The city is pretty calm, and Kyle likes that. He can tell the rest are excited to be back, both because of you, and because this is the smallest city they've ever been in —where they didn't have to kill anybody, that is—. Not even fifteen minutes into the city, the Captain is already parking outside your house.

Kyle goes first, knocking on your door, the Captain right behind him, his steps calm, but he notices the other two faltering behind them, as if scared, hesitant. He can't blame them at all, it's been a while they since also saw you in person, but right now, he's only focused on seeing you again. Your face through the screen isn't good enough, and he's terribly excited.

He has to knock twice, but as soon as he sees you he wraps his arms around your middle, grunting happily to feel your weight back in place, no longer too light. He carries you further into your house so the rest can get in as well.

"Hey, sweetheart. Looking good" Kyle hums, beaming at you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheekbones before letting go of you.

He watches as you say hi to the rest, but there's something in your behavior that has him sharing a look with John, and when Ghost takes his mask off, Kyle can see the worry in his face as well. Okay, so they'll go slow. He meets Soap's eyes and they both nod. They'll be as careful as possible, not wanting to startle you at all.

That proves a challenge.

With everything happening to you, and probably triggered by their presence in your safe place, your home, you're snappy and terribly annoyed at everything they do. Not him directly, but you can't handle his touch, so Kyle keeps his hands to himself for now.

And, naturally, he had to take the initiative yet again. Everyone's so goddamn awkward, so watching a movie is way better than just staring at each other in silence. Soap and the Captain offer to buy snacks, so that leaves him with Ghost and with you.

Yippee, seriously.

Fortunately for him, you're less anxious now that there aren't so many people in your home and immediately crave his touch. He hugs you and checks on your fingernails, making sure you didn't anxiously bite them off again.

Kyle kisses your cheek, your hair, making sure you're feeling better, and grinning down at you when you give him grateful smiles. He barely notices Ghost shifting, uncomfortable. If he said he doesn't feel guilty, that'd be a lie, but you need him right now, so he doesn't stop to explain Ghost what's going on. Not that he knows himself... not really, anyway.

A while later, the Captain and Soap are back, and you're looking so much better. You're enjoying your sour candy, making Kyle eat them to giggle at his despair —he hates those things—. Soap and Ghost throw some annoyed looks in his direction, but you don't seem to catch them, probably protecting yourself from any kind of anxiety by just focusing on Kyle alone.

But then, Soap kinda fucks up.

Getting more crisps from the kitchen, he accidentally drops a plate, the shattering sound making even him flinch. You get up so fast you end up smacking Kyle on the face in your haste of getting away. He pauses long enough to watch Ghost hesitate, and then rushes after you. Kyle finds you easily in the guest room. You're on your knees, shaking so much he wonders if you're breathing at all, and he can see your hands gripping the rough carpet. He dives for you, not closing the door in case you panic even more and hugs you tightly.

It's like you can't process his words for a few moments, until you suddenly go limp on him. Kyle's deeply worried for a second, but then you're speaking and he feels his heart beat again.

Now, he won't lie and say he doesn't feel a little, really, just a tiny little bit used when you seek his lips again, but he puts aside his own feelings to give you what you need. It's not about him right now, it's about what you need.

So, really, imagine his fucking surprise when you shut his smart ass with a proper kiss. He's so startled he can barely keep up with you, his mind spinning with contentment. Maybe he's enjoying this a little too much, but just this once, he decides to indulge himself.

Your warm hands cup his cheeks, the kiss deepening so much that Kyle can hear the harsh smacking of your lips as they sloth together. With his arms around your middle, pulling you closer and closer until your front is completely flushed against his, your hands find the back or his neck, of his head, and he sort of... just melts. Kyle let's out a shaky exhale that makes you pull back for a moment.

He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, feeling your nails dig slightly onto his skin. "I'll be damned" Kyle mumbles quietly.

Neither of you do or say anything for a long heartbeat, only breathing each other in, staring.

Then, he just can't hold back. And apparently, neither can you.

Well, fuck him. What the fuck.

It's only after a while, when neither of you can breathe anymore and the fierce need seems to slowly melt away, that Kyle finally pulls back, panting heavily against your shoulder, a hand gripping your hip. He's seriously fucking glad you have the decency not to question why he's shifting away from between your legs even if he doesn't let go of you.

He doesn't think he can stand that question right now.

"I'll be damned" Kyle murmurs, repeating himself.

The only thing that keeps him sane right now is that you burst out laughing, clearly flustered. He laughs, his cheeks aflame as he helps you up.

When the whipped cream touches his face, he just can't stay still anymore, his mustache quivering as he holds back his laughter. These ridiculous kids don't hold back at all, filling his face with whipped cream and placing more and more gummy bears on top. Finally, he opens his eyes and stares directly at you, your giggles stopping immediately as you rush to stand up, trying to escape him.

Price grips your arm swiftly and pulls you closer, holding you against him as he uses your face as a napkin, rubbing the whipped cream all over your cheek and hair, your screams of delight filling your house, the rest joining immediately after, even Ghost's amused huffs make it to his own ears.

Its a little messy, but he can only grin brightly, seeing you happy enough that you're no longer avoiding Ghost and Johnny. He doesn't bother questioning why Garrick is all over you. Really, at this point he's just happy you're content.

After a few hours of playing around, of getting teased for pretending to be asleep, you invite them to sleep over.

Price wasn't expecting that, but he doesn't say no. Neither do any of the other idiots, not that it's a surprise, and, while the others get ready to sleep in the guest room, their voices loud and actually happy for once, he gently pulls you aside over to the kitchen, away from possible eavesdropping.

"What's up?" you ask, your hair still a little wet where you had to wash it, just like his damp beard. Price grins down at you.

"Are you okay?"

"Hm? I am. Why?"

You look so confused as to why he's asking such thing that he almost believes you. He does, just a little bit, mostly because the therapist did tell him you're doing better now.

"You panicked on me just now" Price says anyway, his eyes inviting, hoping he doesn't scare you off again. However, you only give him a small smile.

"I was terribly anxious I was gonna be scared of you, that I ended up... kinda forcing myself into being scared? If that makes sense. My therapist's been helping me realize a few things" you mumble, rubbing the back of your head.

Price places a hand on top of your head and nods. "As long as you're okay. If you change your mind about us sleeping here, I'll drag them out".

The smile you give him, the dismissive wave of your hand, tells him enough. Still, he waits a little bit.

"It's fine" you reply. He blinks when you flick his nose, actually grinning. "I'll also lock my door, and I have a few knives under my pillow. That helps".

"Fair".

It's pretty late when Price hears Garrick walk into the guest room, even if they're all still awake. Ghost and Johnny only give him a look, but say nothing, carrying on their conversation as usual. They've been looking a lot better than they had when they left before the whole whipped cream prank, so that's something positive, at least.

As Garrick gets closer, Price sees the little gloss on his lips and he has to bite back a smirk.

Kids these days, really.

You had excused yourself after a while, yawning for nearly an hour until you decided to just go to bed. Garrick followed after you not even ten minutes later.

He didn't know what to make of it, didn't know if he felt annoyed or not, but Kyle gave him a not a word look, so Price only gives him a smirk.

Well, then.

Now with everyone curled on the bed, legs half-dangling from the mattress, Price sighs loudly, making the rest turn to him.

"If I lose my team over this... new generation's type of relationships or whatever the fuck is happening here, I will skin you all alive".

"Noted".

"Copy that".

Ghost only looks at him, and shrugs, flipping onto his back before closing his eyes. "Price and Garrick fucked".

That makes Price gap in complete disbelief, turning to look at Ghost when Johnny bursts out laughing, Kyle burying his face in his hands. "Why are you even saying that? That did not happen, don't know what you're talking about. I just think it's ridiculous to—"

"Oi!" Price snaps at him, frowning, feeling just a little bit offended. He doesn't even want to know how the hell Ghost knows.

"I saw you with her" Ghost says instead, cutting over Johnny's laughter. Price sighs, turning to Garrick, who's staring at the pair. "We both did".

Johnny sighs deeply, his laughter dying out, one of his arms under his head. Everything is quiet, Garrick's breathing slow, his face unashamed but a little guarded. Eventually, Johnny speaks up. "It's cool".

"Is it?" Garrick asks, blinking at the two of them.

"If she's happy, it's fine" Ghost replies instead, rubbing his face.

"Doesn't mean we'll stop fighting for her, though".

"Fine by me" Garrick hums, shrugging.

Price stares at them in complete silence, listening to them talk about this as if they were discussing the fucking weather. Shaking his head, he turns his back on them and pretends he can't hear the slowly warming tone from Johnny when he talks to Garrick.

Ah, he should retire.

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im having the time of my life, birds are tweeting outside, the woodpeckers are going insane, my cat's on my lap and my old pup is by my feet, tf141 is a loving polycule (price is like a father to reader so not w her, but the rest? *shrugs*) and im tired of pretending it isn't.

gaz calls price "john" when he's either pissed, worried or content.

» why gaz (nearly) taking down an entire Cartel isn't as ridiculous as you might think it is: that's happened here in México before.

there is someone we call "El Marino Loko", a crazy mexican marine; he and his team didn't care for sicarios' human rights. they would beat them up, would force them to wear women's clothes, would make them kiss each other, humillation in general yk how it is. they never took prisoners :) the government and the mafias themselves wanted that marine dead, but he disappeared.

he's still alive, as someone's personal guard but nobody truly knows *twirls hair* there's no way to know how many sicarios he killed, but he and his team killed hundreds if not a thousand (or more). that's pretty hot, if you ask me.

anyway, since it's just gaz I couldn't say he killed a hundred alone, but definitely a few. follow me for more interesting facts that emilia pérez could never tell ya lol

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[girl-lostconnection]

been thinking about the punk x nerd au w simon and ohhhhh my godddddddddd

what if he begins running and working out during highschool and he fills out and discovers himself a bit more — and is significantly more attractive — and nerd!reader is all over ittt, and they actually start to like each other and they get closer.

what if he also goes into the military in this au, after they’ve both graduated and she’s devastated — losing her bsf like that, but they see each other later in life when he’s on leave and she’s elated and confused because that can’t be him, right? not her simon? and whose scarf is that, barely peaking out of the collar of his jacket on this cold manchester day?

hmmm just what’s been stewing in my brain!

Anon, imma be honest, its like you know something that I don’t and I’m all here for it cause reader just watching as this awkward angry teen turns into bloody behemoth of a man…damn, anon. Give me 14 of these right now. Also I’ll write about second part of your ask since it’s a little further away in the future.

THANK YOU for this opportunity to talk about Unsweetened Lemonade AU Ghost coming home from military🌟

The Soldier

Warnings: plus size gn!reader, Simon is hungry for more than just food, fluff, slight suggestive themes

Simon comes back home and it’s like nothing changed at all (like he’s still 17) — same rooftops and same streets and same tight feeling in his chest — the remnant of the war he was going through even before enlisting.

It still stings sometimes, deep inside of him, barbed wire on the inside of his jawline.

Sometimes it still aches, but Simon is no longer lanky and awkward with sharp angles and no coordination and a whole lot of rage.

Simon goes into military and comes on the other side almost twice heavier than he was before. (Twice as dangerous, twice as deadly)

The bulk of muscle and a nice level of fat born from regular training and regular meals finally shows how much sense his long limbs and towering height make.

He doesn’t regret the decision one bit, for the most part. (He only regrets he couldn’t sneak you into the base as his emotional support person)

You write to him and he gobbles up your every letter with the same hunger he finished every bite you brought him back in highschool, with the same hunger he held onto you before leaving after enlistment.

Simon reads these letters again and again until the new one comes.

He gets dropped off in the neighbourhood where you live (mates laugh and smack his shoulder, joking about lad or lass that’s gonna be happy to see him, joking that he needs to bring the pretty thing around because they’ve been dying to know who are you).

The duffel bag is slinged over his shoulder, your scarf still wrapped around his neck and anticipation coiling in his belly.

It’s been a minute since you saw each other.

Since he saw you, since he could wrap himself in your warmth, nuzzle his face in the soft pudge of your tummy (god, he missed it so badly sometimes it felt like physical aching).

Simon has been hungry for more than your meals.

He shifts his weight from one leg to another, trying to warm up as he fumbles with the written address on the scrap of paper. It shouldn’t be far from where he is right now. Just a few minutes and then he’s home.

Just a few minutes and he’s gonna see you again.

Meanwhile you don’t really expect any visitors, flat is a bit of a hot mess in Simon’s old T-shirt, cookies baking in the oven — utensils all over kitchen table.

Simon wrote that he’s getting off on leave in a few days or so and you are stress cooking because god knows he always ate a lot and you don’t know how well he ate in military.

So you decide that’s better safe and sorry and start getting ready two days before he’s even supposed to be back in Manchester.

Imagine your surprise when someone knocks on your door — three short knocks, sound crisp clear when you freeze looking through the peephole because what the hell.

On your doorstep there is a mountain of a man, for the lack of better word, you frankly can’t even see his face since he stands too close to the door — black sweater and awfully familiar scarf peeking out of the collar of his jacket.

And you are so baffled you almost miss the familiar “Luv, open up, ‘ts me” from the man on your doorstep and maybe he’s got the wrong address and looking for someone else.

But you don’t manage to finish the thought before your body moves on its own and swings the door open.

Jesus Christ.

He’s even bigger when you are face to face with him, the need to crane your neck just to see dark eyes with adorably blond eyelashes certainly doesn’t help with how astounded you are.

“Can I help you?”, you aren’t sure what is going on or who is that but then the man scoffs in even more familiar way, pulling the scarf down and oh my god. It’s Simon. This is your Simon.

“Forgo’ me so quickly?”, he’d sound annoyed if he wasn’t so happy to see you, brown eyes soft with adoration. And before you can answer he’s taking a step inside your flat, closing the door behind him. It’s cold outside after all, surely you wouldn’t leave him out in the cold.

“Though’ I was special”, the rumble of his voice kicks the air out of you, eyes wide and face heating up quickly because Jesus Christ, he’s big.

Thighs thick and hips meaty, legs looking like he could crush your skull if he wanted to (lord have mercy, don’t think about it, no, you must stay focused).

He’s big and he smells good (why the hell he smells so good, it should be illegal, you will look like absolute creep sniffing him) and he’s looking at you like he can’t get enough of you. Like this reunion is even better than what he imagined.

God, you just might need to crawl into the freezer and sit there for a minute because you are too hot and he’s so fucking hot, what the hell, who is this man and what did they fucking feed him in military???

“Simon”, the first time is more of an exhale but then he nods, shaking his jacket off, duffel bag hitting the floor with dull thump and in the next moment you are all over him.

“Simon”, your hands wrapping around him (you are NOT gonna think that your two hands are not enough to close around his midriff) and face pressing to his chest — pectoral muscles cushioning against your cheek.

Oh, this is bliss. This is so good you just might forget about anything else.

You now know where you’d like to be buried.

In this man chest, please.

And Simon can’t help but hum, the sound low and pleased — his hands hoisting you up so he can get a grip on your thighs, fingers sinking into the meat of them and bloody hell, this is good.

This is fucking lovely.

He’d love to have his head between these thighs of yours.

As a matter of fact, could you maybe suffocate him with them so he can die happy (and hard as a rock)? Please?

But it can wait a little because you are finally in his hands, your arms wrapped now around his shoulders, eyes shining with absolute joy — looking at him like he’s everything. Like you are happy. Like you’ve been waiting for him.

He’s here. Simon is home.

Simon nuzzles his nose into your cheek, teeth itching to sink into the softness of it, itching to take a bite, itching to lick the blood off—

Ghost hoists you up a little higher because there’s no need for you to feel just how happy he is to see you. Not yet, at least.

“Yeah, luv, told ye, it’s me”, he murmurs, practically vibrating with satisfaction when your grip on him tightens.

Yeah, that’s right, don’t let go of him. Sink yourself into him just as he wants into you, taste the blood from his veins — it’s all yours anyway, he’s all yours.

Always been.

It takes him a few minutes to actually let you down, body immediately aching for the warmth and softness he’s been missing so badly.

But he can smell that you’ve been cooking something and if it’s okay with you he’s willing to sate his hunger with something more traditional.

Simon eats and keeps a close eye on you eating (can’t have you go hungry on him), passing the best bites back, pressing them against your lips — eyes half-lidded and heavy when your tongue accidentally flicks against the pads of his fingers.

Simon leaves the kitchen only when you both are full and sated, the button on his jeans popped open because well, maybe he was hungry for your meals too.

Can you really blame him? He’s been away so long, he just needs to catch up on everything he missed.

Simon pulls you onto the couch to tuck in to his side, mumbles something about “afternoon nap, luv”.

He is a lot like sated predator, all lazy grace and heavy bulk and heat rolling off in waves. Simon nuzzles his big head into your neck, palms holding onto the small of your back and your thigh, splayed over them possessively. Holding you close.

He’s out cold in the matter of minutes, finally relaxed and full and so warm. Finally with you. Not going anywhere, not leaving the side of his lovely sweetheart.

All yours, you just got to let him stay and protect you.

Just let him stay and love you, devour you, keep you warm and soft and round with happiness.

Just let him and he’s going to make sure you never regret it.

[lyssakinzzz]

Hey, can I request a fic where the reader is Remmick's soulmate, but she's really leary of him cause why is this white man at her door in the middle of the night? Remmick's been watching the reader for months finding out the things she likes, her hobbies, etc. He leaves her gifts and trinkets and tries to court her properly, but it's Remmick, so he still comes off weird. Eventually reader lets him in and he gets to properly explain. Reader knows she has a soulmate, but she didn't expect them to be an Irish vampire, but Remmick grows on her.

THAT'S SO CUTEEE. Anyways you were first so you get first write!

You felt his presence outside, he was watching you again, he always gave you dreams, sometimes wet, sometimes it would be wholesome and sweet. You tried everything to severe your connection with him, spiritual baths, rituals, getting one of his gifts and getting rid of them.

They connection would only grow and grow. It was insanity. You had enough of it, you grabbed the gun your brothers gave you when you moved in, and stalked outside.

"Hello?" You called out, and you turned around to face him. He had a bright grin on his face.

"Oh the nightgown I got you makes you look at pretty as a picture, doll!" He grinned stepping closer towards you.

You point your gun at him and he chuckled.

"Now, I don't want any trouble i just wanted to check on my dove..." He stroked the side of your face.

"Oh you're just cuter, when I can actually see you, angel." He smiled, his eyes raking over your figure.

"Oo...let me why don't we chat for a while, hm?" You could feel something change in him, he got more persuasive, something in his eyes just switched.

"You obviously look big enough to walk your big ass up in here, right?"

You questioned, your eyes raking over him.

"But where's the manners in that?..." He smiled as you slowly crept inside.

"You think I'm just gonna let a white man into my house?" You questioned, as you put your gun away and locked the door.

Now, what was he doing wrong! Remmick thought as he sighed and crept off, he was quite hungry and he could tackle this tommorow.

-------

The next night he came bearing gifts and peered into your window. He smiled as he held up the Basket. You groaned and went to the door and opened it.

You took the basket and examined it, it had all the things you've been praying for in there, all the stuff of your dreams.

"How did you know what to get me?" You peer in the basket.

"I know everything about you, my love!" He smiled. He seemed to have had a good heart.

"Invite me in?" He suggested, but it was more a kind demand.

"You must think I'm stupid to let a vampire in." You shot back, he looked surprised.

"I love me a smart woman!" He exclaimed as he inched closer to his own set barrier. "Seriously, let me in...I'll show you a good time." He smirked as he begged just a bit. You cock your brow and give him a look. He gave you soft eyes,which he seemed to have mastered.

"Come in." You finally say as you watched him waltz in, you never turned your back to him. He sat down and patted the spot next to him.

"C'mere." He smiled as he pulled you close and sat you down.

"Why're you here? Wanna play with your food or..."

"We're soulmates, dove." He answers. You laughed loudly.

"I'm soulmates with an werido vampire! Cmon I'm not even that stupid!" You chuckled but he seemed serious.

Oh?

Oh.

"Thats insanity!" You smiled. "I'll prove it to you..." He smiled as he stroked your hand, you flinched at the coldness.

He ran his fingers up your thighs, and slowly got on his knees and tried to lift your nightgown.

You give him a stare and he just stands back up.

"Well then, I'm hungry...best be on my way." He grunted as he walked out the door.

How the hell did you manage to attract a vampire?

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You heard the familiar knock and ran to the door. Why the hell did you run to the door. You thought as you opened it to see a familiar grinning face.

"Hey, lass" he smiled as he kissed you, you can taste the familiar coppery taste on his breath, with some kind of cigarette. You kissed him back.

"You gon let me in or let me stay out here in this heat" he cocked his head as you let him in.

"Go on and get clean!" You yelled as you went to your bedroom and laid down. You bamboozled yourself. How did this werido, dorky Irish vampire grow on you. He kissed you with blood on him and you didn't give a fuck, you thought as you sat up and cleaned your mouth. You heard the shower run as he cleansed his body of its impurities, you fix yourself up a bit in your hand held mirror and laid down.

You heard the water stop, and watched him come out with a towel around his waist. You shot up and patted the spot next to you, he laid down his weight shifting the bed a bit as he cuddled into you and kissed your forehead.

He brought you warmth even though he had none in his body, he gave you love despite not having a heart, and he gave you sympathy without having a soul to understand.

[devil-in-hiding]

Does farmer reader have any family? Like a mom or bestie or someone who basically visits once and a blue moon?? Because just imagine them showing up unannounced and seeing all these fine men and not having their normal guest room available anymore. I wouldn't even be mad if I had to get a hotel because I'd be so proud of her for getting all that dick 😭

I haven’t gone into detail about this but!

sadly, readers family is deceased, it’s how she has the money to afford the farm

i think after i’m done with having a little comfort chapter for each of the boys, im gonna have a little chapter of her sharing her early life (before husband)

but i might have to do a little au for my au because this is so fucking funny oh my god

imagine you’re sitting there, red faced as the women of your family fawn over your boys, who honestly eat up the compliments like hungry hounds

They all make a show of keeping their hands on you, cooing sweet words in your ear and pressing kisses along your shoulders and cheeks until you can only jump up, squeaking out something about getting dinner started and fleeing to the kitchen, where of course Johnny and Kyle follow you with words of “i’ll get started on peeling sweetheart.”

“tryin’ to run away from us lass? breakin our hearts-“

telling your mother and siblings goodnight who just grin at you, peering over your shoulders at the four men who are obediently waiting for you at the foot of the stairs

[frudoo]

just thinking about the slasher!141 au....in between meeting and getting wifed by all of them, there have to be some awkward moments, right? And that reader is a true crime junkie, right?

I was just thinking about reader talking to one of the guys about how they all met, what they do for fun (BESIDES that!!!), or how they got started killing, and they start talking about some of their crimes and reader goes, "wait. are you...you're not...are you the east side slasher?" or something and the guy in question is all "well, that's not what I call myself" (but they are very flattered)

or they're talking about a killing that's a bit of a local legend (maybe it's the first one they all did together?) and reader is like "no WAY! I lived three blocks away/in that building/worked with his neighbor!"

or maybe reader is complaining about a podcast or local news piece on a string of unrelated killings a few years ago, and reader is all huffy because there was "nothing tying the victims together" the way they were killed, where, etc was all different, but reader believes they were done by the same person because of some common thread that the authorities didn't think was relevant and the guys are like "!!! that was us!!! you're right!!" and they're actually really proud and impressed lol

PLENTY!!!! These are a few of my favorite moments.

Warnings: Talk of murder, obviously. Suggestive imagery. Series is a dark!fic. MDNI.

With a prolonged groan, you stretch and attempt to throw the quilt off of yourself. 

     The quilt is too heavy to lift. 

     This is not a quilt. Wha-?

     “Mm, where’re ye goin’?” A sleep-tinged voice that you recognize but can’t quite place hums from right behind you. 

     You blink away the film in your eyes in confusion before your eyes meet bright blue ones. Johnny. You know him. Johnny, your boyfriend, has his arm wrapped around you in place of your beloved quilt. 

     “Johnny,” you yawn, turning to face him.

     “Hen,” he responds, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly.

     “Simon,” a rough voice muses from somewhere across the room.

     You scream and sit up in the bed, eyes landing on the dark figure leaning against the door frame. Simon raises a brow and trails his gaze down to your tits that hang free and bare. You huff and cover them up with Johnny’s sheets, pouting at both men’s chuckles. 

     “Sounds like the two o’ya ‘ad a good nigh’, yeah?” The blond man smirks. “Kep’ the rest o’us awake wi’ all tha’... noise.”

     “Och, haud yer wheesht, ye big bastard,” Johnny rolls his eyes. “Dinnae wanna scare awey the swee’ lass already.”

     “Mm, watch your tone, MacTavish. I simply jus’ wanted t’tell our girl ‘ow gorgeous she sounds when she-”

     “Fuck’s takin’ so long? Brekky’s gonna ge’ cold,” Kyle comes around the corner with his arms crossed, face lighting up at the sight of you. “Ah, ‘ey, dove! Ya hungry? I be’ ya are after las’ nigh’. Sounds like Johnny pu’ ya through the ringer.”

     “Ye can all fook off!”

     Simon and Kyle laugh amongst themselves as they make their way back downstairs, leaving you and Johnny to gather yourselves. When you and your lover join them—now fully clothed—the other three are already stuffing their faces full of the hearty breakfast Price made. John looks up from his plate and smiles widely, looking you up and down.

     “Ah, glad you could join us, darlin’. You and Johnny have fun?”

     “Fu-!”

     //

     You’re cuddled up in Kyle’s arms as the five of you gather around the bonfire Simon built. They’re talking about their most recent kill, and you’re silently listening. Thank God you’re on their good side.

     John says something that makes your ears perk up.

     “Machete? Like the one guy that got caught a couple years back? I thought you’d know better than to be a copycat, John,” you tease with a cheeky laugh.

     “They’re sayin’ I got caught?” He scoffs, grabbing one of your calves and pulling it into his lap to massage it. “No, I was ‘that guy,’ and, as you can fuckin’ see, I was never caught.”

     You’re stunned into silence once again, much to everyone’s amusement.

     “Ah did tell ye tae ne’er accuse us o’copycattin’, lass.” 

     //

     You aggressively pull the shower curtain open, hastily turning off the true crime podcast you’d been listening to. Water drips down your arms onto the floor but you don’t care. These dumbasses can never piece together the most obvious fucking clues. You don’t even dry yourself off, only wrapping a towel around yourself, before storming into the living room. 

     “Tell me I’m not fucking crazy,” you huff, seating yourself right on Simon’s lap.

     “No’ gonna be able t’say much s’long as you’re naked in my lap, lovie.”

     “Five murders, each exactly two weeks apart, alternating between neighboring cities. Each of them took place at eight o’clock at night, right on the dot. No sooner, no later—but these assholes keep saying that it’s just coincidence that they all happened in the same time frame! I mean, yeah, the murder weapons were all different, and no shoe size was the same, and their victims were all chosen at random, but… it’s way too convenient. It’s almost ritualistic, you know? Eight o’clock, two weeks apart, in cities that literally fucking touch each other. Like clockwork.”

     The four men exchange glances, wide eyes focusing on you all at once.

     “Bloody ‘ell,” Kyle mutters, and you swear you can see his pupils morph into a heart shape.

     “Fuck me,” Simon groans.

     “Clever girl, you. It was our first spree as a group,” John explains, kicking back in his recliner. “We’d meet at a diner after each killing to plan our next. One would perform the murder while the other three stood watch. Seems we covered our tracks well enough.”

     “No’ guid enough fer me smar’ wee gal,” Johnny beams, ruffling your damp hair.

     “That was y’all?!” You shriek, covering your mouth with both hands in shock.

     “Sure was, dove,” Kyle hums.

     “W-wait, so… why eight o’clock? Why was that so significant for you guys?” 

“Because we always went to a chain restaurant, and they serve half-off milkshakes at nine o’clock,” Simon shrugs, hands wandering up your soft body to unwrap the towel from around your torso, exposing your bare body to the cool air. “Bu’ as o’late, I’ve found tha’ I prefer my dessert completely free.”

[whinesandwhimpers]

damn do i love a good "boyfriend is too drunk to recognise his gf" fic

You get up to go see your boyfriend, Soap, seeing how he's alone at the bar, meaning Simon must've stepped out for a smoke. You miss his company.

You're stunned when he pushes you away when you wrap your arms around his waist, which is odd behaviour for the clingy Scot who lives for physical touch with you.

"Jo—"

"I dinnae want ye, Lass!" He interrupts, wobbly stepping away from you.

"What? Johnny—" You take a step closer to him, confused.

"Ach! Away with ye!"

You give him a confused look but his eyes just burn into you with something unfriendly. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment and you feel the sting of rejection as you turn around and hurriedly walk back to the others, slipping into the booth opposite Gaz and Price.

"You okay, Sweetheart?" Price asks, pausing his conversation with Gaz.

You swallow, ignoring what just happened, and smile at them both. "Yeah, I'm alright... What are you two talking about?"

-

It's later in the night when Soap and Ghost return to the booth. You don't make eye contact as Soap squeezes in beside you, Ghost on his other side.

Soap nudges your shoulder and leans in closer to you, whispering over the tables conversation, "Sorry, Lass, I didnae mean to be so rude before."

"It's okay." You sigh, unsure why he pushed you away.

"I'm sure you're a right catch but I've already got my woman."

"...you do?"

"Aye, looks a lot like you actually."

A lot... like you. You have to hold back your laughter. No fucking way. He thinks you're someone else.

"Oh does she?" You inquire, lips pulling up into a smile, to which he nods. "What's she like?"

"She's like nobody else. Ye know angels?"—You nod—"that's her. An angel. Looks, personality, her laugh, oh her laugh,"—You laugh—"Aye, it's like that."

"Uh huh... I bet it is... She must be really lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one."

You both didn't notice but the rest of the team had stopped talking and was listening to your conversation.

"Johnny," Ghost interrupts, making Soap turn to him. "That's your fuckin' girlfriend beside you, you muppet."

"Wha—" Soap whips his head back around to you and looks you up and down. "It's you? My Angel?"

You bite your lip to hold back laughter and nod. Before you can say anything else, he grabs the sides of your head and smashes his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. You stifle a moan at the feel of his tongue in your mouth.

The rest of the team groans and you briefly hear them leave the booth, your focus more on the man that just proclaimed you an angel.

He pulls away, far too soon you think, and rests his forehead against yours, dopey smile on his face.

"I've missed you, Bonnie."

[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

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Something sweet-141

Based on a request: I was reading a bunch of your stories and I LOVED them. I was wondering if you could make one where fem!reader in a wheelchair and poly 141 helps her out. It can be a smut story if you want it to be or a fluff story if you want. Can they all cuddle with fem!reader in bed though? I think that would be sweet and cute! A/N: means a lot that you like what I post, thank you! ---- F!Reader, fluff, wheelchair!user, poly!141, comfort? ----

The day had been rough, and you found yourself retreating to the bedroom, seeking solace from the weight on your shoulders. The familiar door creaks you recognised so easily catch your attention. John, the sweet man who warmed your heart with his comforting forehead kisses appears on the doorway. Behind him was Simon, Kyle and Johnny entered, their eyes filled with concern. "Hey, love," John said softly as he knelt by your side. "Rough day?" he asks as his hand trails to your back.

You nodded, feeling tears welling up. Simon was already moving to your other side, his large hand gently resting on your shoulder. "We're here, alright? Just take it easy."

Johnny nodded and bounced onto the bed, making you smile despite your storming emotions. "Got room for a few more in there?" he asked, his accent thick and comforting. His hand moves to your cheek as he caresses it.

Kyle cuddles in between all the love that is being shared. "You're all suffocating her," he comments and Johnny slightly nudges him. "You're the one on her, mate." Kyle grumbled and kissed your hands, "Yeah, but unlike the rest of you, she loves me," he looked up at you and winked. You appreciated the care they all took, making sure you felt included and not a burden.

Once you had settled comfortably in the mix of cuddles and arms, Simon and John had made sure that you were between them. The bed was crowded, but it felt perfect. "You're so strong," Kyle whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "We're so proud of you."

"Yeah, and we love you more than anything, me more, I love you more, lass," Johnny added, his hand finding yours under the covers. John wrapped an arm around you, his presence grounding.

You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. Simon, ever the silent pillar, squeezed your other hand gently. His face nuzzles on your neck as he breathes in your sweet scent. "Love you," he mumbles against your skin.

Surrounded by their warmth, you felt the weight of the day slowly lift. The room was filled with their love, each touch and whispered word a balm to your aching heart. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Anything for you, love," John replied, kissing your forehead.

Johnny shifted closer, his playful energy subdued but still present. "Remember that time we all tried cooking together and nearly burned the house down?" he asked with a chuckle. You laughed softly, the memory bringing a welcome distraction. "How could I forget? You all looked so panicked." Kyle grinned. "And then Simon swooped in and saved the day with his perfect fucking pancakes," he rolls his eyes and Simon huffed a laugh. "Someone had to keep you all from burning the place down, and she was hungry and I couldn't let her starve."

The soft teasing and shared memories helped you unwind even more. You felt their love and support enveloping you like a warm blanket, their presence making the room feel safe and comforting. "You guys always know how to make me feel better," you expressed, a small smile forming on your lips.

"That's what we're here for," Kyle replied, his voice soft and optimistic. "Now, how about we all watch a movie together?" John suggested. "Something light and funny to take your mind off things."

"Sounds perfect," you agreed, feeling grateful for their unwavering support.

As they arranged the pillows and blankets around you, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of bliss. Despite the challenges you faced, you knew you were never alone. With your lovers by your side, you could face anything, mainly spiders…especially spiders.

The movie started, and you found yourself cocooned by warmth and love, their presence a comforting reminder of the bond you all shared. As you leaned against John's chest, with Simon's hand in yours and Johnny and Kyle close by, you closed your eyes and enjoyed this sweet moment. Was it something extra to have this many hearts beating for you? Perhaps but it was enough.

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how can you put this out there and not feed us? Please, we’re hungry!

You can feel beads of sweat rolling down the back of your neck as the owner of the saloon conducts a conversation with the Madame. The women who work in the saloon as prostitutes were highly sought after in this area, garnering a reputation for themselves.

Pretty and experienced yet not wasted or soiled—they still heralded a seduction that hadn’t been tarnished by the John’s they served. This was one of the limited roles that were available to women, if they hadn’t already been married or were from wealthy families.

You were neither. You were an unmarried woman who was trying to survive after your elder brother died, and the family land had fallen into your hands. You were a woman built into a world where you could neither care for nor afford to take care of the land inherited to you.

“Y/N,” the Madame had ended the conversation with the owner of the saloon and beckoned you over to her, “the girls have their positions filled. We don’t have John’s for ya sweetie. But, there’s a few girls that’ve moved on from salooning.”

Saloon girls, entertainment without sex, for men who were drinking their money away in the bar. This was your future, you were going to be one of them if both the owners and the Madame agreed.

“Please, I really need-”

“You’re young.” The Madame cut you off, straightening her dress as she looked you over, analyzing you. “Very pretty aren’t you? A virgin.”

“Yes.” Your hands clutched the piece of cloth tucked into your hands, your whole future was dependant on you being a working girl. “Madame-”

“You’ll be bought up quick, that’s for damn sure.” She reaches out and touches your hair, yanking out the simple pin you were using to hold it into place. “You start as a saloon girl, you learn the customer’s names, you wait for an opening in the bordello. Understood?”

The owner raised an eyebrow in your direction, his eyes taking in the stare of your dress. It was old and worn but it was one of the last pieces you had that belonged to your mother, and you wanted to keep it close to your chest.

“Don’t got much do ya?” The Madame sighs and draws a hand to her hip. “I’ll find some clothes for ya, comes out of your first pay. Go clean up, be back at 6, I’ll have something better for you to wear.”

“Thank you, miss. Really thank you, you won’t regret it, I promise!” Your gratitude was waved off and you were dismissed with an order—freshen and wash up, prepare yourself for the first night.

Desperation had paid off, and there was some minimal hope that you could not just survive but thrive.

You stepped out of the saloon and gathered the worn skirts of your dress, hurrying down the steps. You weren’t focusing like you should have been, you knew that, and in your haste to prepare for the night left you careless and unobservant.

You hear the rumble of wheels before you saw them, before you registered that a loose horse and buggy was coming toward you. The animal was wild and spooked, unable or unwillingly to slow down.

“Miss!” A voice called out, and a steely arm wrapped around your waist and yanked you back out of the way. You stumbled from one body to another, jolting and then steadied by firm hands.

“Oi lass,” a thick voice, hoarse and husky and carrying a foreign Scottish accent, “ye almost got ran over!”

Hands settled you, blue eyes bore into your own, though those blue eyes were soon accompanied by deep and warm chocolate brown eyes. Both men they belonged to were looking you over, studying you, as if you’d lost all sense of reason.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale and raise a hand to rest it against your chest, “I wasn’t paying attention-”

“Ya think?” The Scot rolled his eyes and laughed boisterously, head lolled back. “Almost got crushed! Gotta be careful, love. Lass like ya’s far tae pretty to get flattened-”

“Thank you, I’m…I appreciate it but I have to go-” you swipe their hands off of you and continue on your path, darting down the stairs and street.

You don’t look back, you can’t. You have to keep your head on straight.

“Watch where’ya walkin’ next time, eh!” The voice calls after you, another boisterous laugh.

[lunamoonbby]

Cult!141 x Fem!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT MDNI

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Dark Content, Manipulation, allusions to past abuse very brief not in depth, female reader, swearing, murder, pregnancy, birth, poly relationships, smut, Cult AU, the use of lord in terms to worship, Price being referred to as Father, Slow Burn

If you or a loved one is experiencing abuse, know that there is help, and please help anyone that you know to help them escape from that abuse.

⭐️Author's Note: The religion that the villagers follow is not defined, but it is NOT associated with Christianity, Judaism, Islam, or any other type of religion there is⭐️

AN: I know I had said that I would post this chapter for thanksgiving, but I got so busy I didn't get the time and when I did, I was in "I don't want to do anything mood" I am sorry for the delay

Chapter 9: A Breakfast at the Tavern

Y/n walked away from the church in search of either Johnny, Kyle, or Simon. "Oof." Y/n bumped into someone. "Oi watch-. Lovie, I didn't see you there are you okay?" Simon asked concern laced in his voice. "Oh, hi Simon yes I'm fine. I'm glad I found you; I'm getting really hungry, and I was wondering if you know any places that are open?" Y/n looking at Simon. "Johnny said that he's opening his tavern just for the five of us so we can eat." Simon said looking at y/n moving a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, ok well let me go freshen up and I'll meet you and the others at the Tavern Restaurant." Y/n said blushing at what Simon did. "See you soon lovie." Simon watching y/n leave.

Simon entered the Tavern Restaurant. "Simon good to see you I assume that you also took care of business." Price taking a sip of his drink. "Yes, William will get what’s coming to him on Tuesday, also y/n said she'll be here just has to freshen up first." Simon looking at the door waiting for y/n. "I was feeling red when Liam threw at rock at my lovie." Simon admitted to John. "We could tell, you crushed a rock with your bare hands, hence why you’re the God of Death in this town. You come up with the most gruesome ways to kill a man, Simon. I myself wanted to start a war for my lovie right after the mass." John stated. "Hence why you're the God of War." Johnny looked at John, "I'm going to be closed for this week they'll starve, I don't care." "I wanted to jab them all with a dirty rusty needle and serve them a nonlethal dose of poison, but just enough to make them sick." Kyle and Johnny looking at John. "Johnny that's why you're the God of Famine, and Kyle is the God of Pestilence." John said looking at both Johnny and Kyle. "Something interesting I learned about Little Birdy, she wants to be a mother, she placed another set of flowers in the bowl, and I told her that the offerings she put today is for fertility, I explained that the first flower offering was for love and that this offering is for Fertility she didn't seem to mind. So, she's definitely our Goddess of Fertility, Nature, and Purity." John said in a calm tone. "I should have guessed that, when she picked the flowers, she asked if she could pick them, and a gentle breeze happened right after she asked, and she somehow knew that the gentle breeze was a yes." Simon looking at the 3 men said.

The bell to the Tavern Restaurant jingled. "Hello everyone." Y/n came in smiling. "Hello sweetheart, just in time I made you a new tea it's made with hibiscus and passion fruit. I hope you like it." Kyle gives y/n the teacup. "Thank you, Kyle, is smells amazing." Y/n taking a sip of her tea, "oh this really good. I love it." Y/n in pure bliss. "Lovie I'm glad you're here." Simon looking at y/n. "Simon I'm glad you told me that Johnny opened his tavern just for us." Y/n hugged Simon. "Ah I can't let my bonnie lass go hungry." Johnny said. "Ah little birdy, I mean y/n good for you to join us." John looked over at y/n. "Father Price and you can call me little birdy I think it's cute." Y/n giving John a closed eyed smile. "Food is ready." Johnny coming out with a hot dish of food, pancakes, hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, and turkey sausage. John served your plate first before anyone else gets their serving first. "Thank you, Father Price, also Johnny these smells delicious I can't wait to dig in." Y/n looking down at her food. After everyone got their food, they all started eating and complement Johnny on his cooking. "I have a question; Simon how did you know which room I was staying at?" Y/n looking at Simon. "Father Price told me. He wanted me to tell you about today's mass, so you won’t get thrown off when you enter the church and see that it's full." Simon looking back at y/n. "Oh okay thank you for telling me. I'm pretty sure Johnny and Kyle knows where my room is at, they own the Tavern Inn." Y/ n looking at Johnny and Kyle. "Right you are bonnie lass." Johnny smiling at y/n.

"Um Johnny, Kyle, would you allow me to use your kitchen tomorrow morning to make breakfast for all of us? Father Price said that all the shops are closed and will reopen Tuesday. So can I use your Kitchen tomorrow morning?" Y/n fidgeting her hands looking at Johnny and Kyle. "Of course you can sweetheart. Same time as today, we can even make that a tradition too." Kyle exclaimed gleefully. "Oh yes every Friday is Brisket Pot Pie, and every Sunday can be the Breakfast Day." Y/n looking at everyone. Since everyone is closed y/n was having trouble thinking about what she should do when she had an idea, "Father Price is it okay if I forage some berries for tomorrow's breakfast? I promise to stay within the village." Y/n looking at John with a pouty face. John who can’t resist, "Yes little birdy you can go forage for berries, but Simon has to go with you." John said looking at y/n and Simon. "Oh, yay thank you thank you thank you Father Price." y/n hugged John. "Here is a basket for your berries." "And a book on what berries you can pick." Johnny handing her a basket and Kyle giving her the book. "Oh, thank you for the book but I don't think I'll need it, my mother and grandmother taught me everything I know about nature and plants, but I'll still keep the book." Y/n said hugging Johnny and Kyle. "Come on Si-Si we have to go before it gets dark. Bye everyone I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast." Y/n dragging Simon with her.

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Buggy the Clown - So no head ?

Warning : nsfw, mouth fucking

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "One thought that won't get out of my head about Buggy, in the scene where he keeps annoying everyone/scaring Usopp while he's making explosives, what if the reader decides to "give the guys a break from the annoying clown" by going on a walk with him, but really it's just an excuse to get some time alone with Buggy and uhh get some head, pun intended ;) Bonus points if reader promises to return the favor once Buggy gets his body back." -anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part TWO

-cis women dni-

Today had been a tough day for the clown. Spending most of it in a sandy bag or with unfriendly captors.

"Hey ! Morning champ !" Buggy laughed as Zoro arrived.

"I know Luffy made a deal with you to find Arlong, clown, but if this is another one of your tricks-" Zoro warned.

"What are you gonna do ? Bleed on me ?" The clown said, laughing again before Zoro grabbed him by his bandana to hold him above the sea, ready to throw him out.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa ! What ! Because I said bleed on me ? You can bleed on me if you want ! I mean, a deal's a deal, all right ? You want your map back, I want my bodyyy." He quickly spat, laughing once more.

"How do we know you're not leading us to a trap ?"

"Zoro, buddy, honors amongst pirates, right ? C'mon I can sing a nice sea shanty to pass the time ! Ooh there once was a girl with tangerine hair," unbothered Zoro moved back toward the barrel. "Stole my map and left me stranded somewhere, truly a crafty and crooked young lass," Usopp opened it for Zoro to put him inside. "But you can't deny she had a spectacular- Aw ! Right on my nose !" He yelled as he fell inside the barrel before Zoro closed it.

If only it had stopped there. But soon he was put back in the dark and humid sandy bag. Ew. Really ? Couldn't you or someone on the crew dry it a bit ? He's not asking for cushions and blankets, you could at least put him somewhere not sandy. No ? Ugh. Boor.

Then, later, his abuse, as he would call it, continued.

He watched as Usopp worked on his explosives, hands shaking as focused to not spill anything.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM !!" The clown yelled, laughing as Usopp jumped, along with everyone in the room.

"Yeah I'm gonna get some air." Nojiko announced as you watched her leave.

"Can you just… be quiet ?" Asked Usopp, hoping to get some peace. He was clearly stressing out of his mind.

"Aw, come on. Where's the fun in that ?" The clown teased, enjoying himself as Usopp's hands shook more. "Do you really think your little toys can get through the skin of a fishman ?" He asked quietly, his eyes never leaving him.

"These are smoke bombs."

"Smoke ? That's rich… Makes me think of how long it's been since I've had any smoked fish." He gulped, imagining the taste in his mouth. God, he was so hungry.

"Maybe if you guys had some extra ?" He looked at Sanji. "Please ?"

You watched them, waiting for any of them to get him something but none moved.

"Ah, screw you guys ! Arlong's gonna bite the shit out of you anyway ! You know you don't stand a chance against him and his army. And you dumb pieces of garbage, you ain't gonna do anything against that stupid- mmhf mh" before he could continue Sanji had pushed a full tangerine in the clown's mouth, shutting him up efficiently.

"New guy shuts up the clown head."

Buggy tried to cough it out, to say something but couldn't, struggling with the fruit in his mouth.

"Okay, enough." You said, getting up from the table and pulling the tangerine out of Buggy's mouth, ignoring Sanji's and Usopp surprised stare.

"Puh ! Thanks handsome." He said with a wink, clicking his tongue after stretching his jaw.

"Let me take care of him. You're coming with me."

"I'm gonna eat ?" Buggy said with wide excited eyes before squinting them at you.

"Kinda."

"What are you planning ? What's your deal." He asked, suspicious. All of the strawhats avoided him, already annoyed by him before even having said something, even the new guy couldn't stand him anymore and suddenly one of them was down to keep him ?

Smells like bullshit to Buggy.

"Yeah, [Name]. What's up ?" Usopp asked, no longer focused on his explosives.

"You guys are clearly on your toes around him for whatever reasons so I'll keep him, I don't care."

"Whatever reason ?" Repeated Sanji.

"Why ? [Name]." Usopp asked, confused.

You shrugged.

"I like him. He's fun."

"You hear that boys ? I'm fun ! Clearly a taste you lack."

"He's fun ?" Repeated Usopp, frowning. Really, he wasn't getting it.

Buggy smiled and laughed loudly as Zoro walked back inside with Luffy.

"What's going on ? Why is it laughing like that ?" Zoro asked.

"It ?" Buggy said, immediately stopping laughing.

"[Name] wants to keep the head." Usopp immediately answered, speaking over the clown.

"[Name] said he likes him." Sanji added, making you scoff. These two…

"Look at him, he's all cute." You said, grabbing his head to rub your cheek against his. You and Buggy smiled together awkwardly with your teeth showing, wide eyed, as if you were trying to smile for the first time ever. Was that your way of trying to be convincing ?

Zoro and Sanji raised an eyebrow while Luffy and Usopp tilted their heads to the side.

"C'mon, guys, he has nobody, no body and stayed in a sandy bag, I would've been bored out of my mind as well. And pissy as fuck."

"He gets me !" Buggy said. A little bit more and there'd be fake tears as well. "And I'm not pissy ! I'm angry and hungry, I haven't eaten in-"

"Can't believe you're taking his side." Zoro simply said, ignoring him, crossing his arms.

"Well, call me too empathetic because I'm gonna care for the sad clown."

"Don't ignore me ! And I'm not a sad clown ! But I'm about to be ! Do you know the last time I ate something ?!"

Zoro hummed while looking at you, still ignoring him, he clearly wanted to say something more but deciding against it. He rolled his eyes and walked away. If you wanted hell then, who was he to stop you from getting it.

"Hey ! Stop ignoring me !"

You turned to face Buggy's head, he had a toothy smile, clearly forced and awkward.

"Don't overdo it or you go back in the sand bag."

"Ugh." Buggy grumbled, his smile falling, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Where are we going ?" He asked as you carefully held him up.

"Outside."

"Ah ?"

"I'm going to teach you how to be quiet." You said with a grin, ignoring your friends' confused stare. What did you mean by that ?

Buggy raised an eyebrow before a smirk invited itself on his face.

"Oh yeah ? And how are you gonna do that ?" He said as you exited the house.

You walked a bit, not too far from the house in case they still needed you but enough to be out of earshot and stopped. You sat down and placed Buggy next to you as you grabbed a tangerine.

He watched you, staring intently as you peeled it. Getting rid of the small white strings on it and opening it in small pieces.

"Here." You said pushing one piece against his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. "This isn't smoked fish but that'll feed y-" you didn't have the time to finish your sentence that he was already eating it up.

"Don't care !" He said in between bites.

Buggy sighed as you made him eat the fruit, finally putting something in his belly after a couple days of not eating. It wasn't much but at least it was something.

"Hey, that's mine !" He yelled as you took a bite, the fresh juice flooding your mouth.

"My hands feed who they want. And right now, they wants to feed me."

"Oh come on ! I've been good ! Sweetheart !?"

"Okay, okay. You've been good." You said, patting his head as he tried to move it away.

You pushed the piece of tangerine back against his lips and he wasted no time eating it. Fearing you would take it away.

"I just wanted a taste, I'm not gonna steal it from you." You said with a small laugh.

"Coming from the person who stole my map, that's rich."

"Your map ?" You looked at him, amused at how he still called it his when it never was to begin with. But before he could retort, you pushed another piece of tangerine in his mouth. He glared at you, debating whether he should try to bite you or not.

"Why are you feeding me anyway ? Not that I'm complaining." He watched you eat another bit of the fruit, sucking the juice in before chewing it.

"Told you. I like you." You said nonchalantly as you poked his forehead. One of his eyes twitched.

"Like me, huh ?" He couldn't believe you.

"Yeah you're cute." You continued, without hesitation as you smiled at him. He stared at you and for a second he was glad his body wasn't there or he would've fallen into pieces at your comment. He tried to regain his composure, clearing his throat and looking away while you still stared at him.

"I don't know if I would call myself cute bu-"

"Why wouldn't you ?"

Your question caught him off guard as he looked up at you. The answer seemed obvious though. His nose. Big round red nose right in the middle of his face. Hello ?

But he wouldn't tell you that. He's not gonna open up to you -or anyone- in the middle of no-fucking-where.

You grabbed his head so you would be face to face and tilted your head.

"Why wouldn't you be cute ?" You repeated. You had to be fucking with him. He chewed the inside of his cheeks, unsure of what to say or do. If he was more than a head he'd push you away but right now he couldn't do that. Only able to stare at you and be glad his heart is too far away for you to hear it beat loudly.

"You seemed upset when Luffy tried to touch your nose, is it about that ?" You finally asked and he looked at you with wide eyes. You better be careful with your words becau-

"I think it's a really cute nose." You said with a grin. "I like red."

That's… not what he had expected. Usually people laugh or grimace at his nose, they don't look at it as if it's… a good thing ? He blinks several time. He wants to retort something mean but nothing comes to mind.

"Can you put me down ?" He asks instead. You hum and do as asked, placing him back next to you.

You continued to give him the tangerine, taking a bite every now and then.

"Aahh" He opened his mouth, waiting for you to give him the last bit. You gave it to him and he thanked you while chewing it, glancing your way awkwardly. Shit, now he didn't know what to say.

"I'm not gonna give you head."

"What ?" You laughed, unable to believe you heard him right.

"Just because you fed me and complimented me doesn't mean you'll get to fuck me."

"Aw, bummer, I was looking to it." You said, still smiling.

"Well. You won't. Plus I'm just a head, so…"

"Buggy. Head." You said staring at him, hoping he'd get it.

"Yeah ? And ?"

"You're exactly what's required to give head. A head. Literally." You said and he stared at you.

"I'm still not gonna give it to you !"

"I wasn't asking ! I was just saying !"

"Aah !" He yelled, frustrated with the conversation and you laughed. "Let's stop talking about it !"

You nodded and stayed silent, your lips still curved into a smile. A minute or two passes before he talks again.

If he had a body, he'd be tapping his feet and pacing.

"Fuck now I can't stop thinking about it." He grumbled.

"Yeah me neither." You stared at each other unsure of what to do.

"Well, you have the dick, I don't, so… get on with it !"

You quickly got up and grabbed the head, pressing it between your legs.

He rubbed his face against your groin, using his nose to nudge against your growing hard on. He generally would've hated to use his nose like this, but he had no other choice, his hands being so far away and unable to touch you any other way. Your humming encouraged him to continue, wanting to hear more of your noises. Feeling your dick twitch inside your clothes against his skin.

You quickly pushed your shorts and your underwear to your feet and Buggy gulped as he breathed loudly at the sight of your dick standing up right in front of him. He looked at you for a second, a flash of uncertainty crossing his features. He was only just a head, after all. Wouldn't he need his hands to please you as well ?

"You're gonna do great, Bugs." You reassured him. "All I need is your mouth right now. And you clearly know how to run it."

He nodded and you smiled, caressing his face before pushing your thumb in his mouth. When you pulled it out, you let your thumb rub against his lipstick, smearing his make up more than it already was.

"C'mon, just get to it already !" He barked, making you snort.

You grabbed his head, pushing the tip of your cock inside his mouth, past his teeth. Feeling the wet and warm walls of his cheek against your sensitive skin.

His eyes never left yours as you slowly moved him up and down your length.

Your whole dick was inside him, tickling the back of his throat for a few seconds, resting there. You could tell he was trying not to choke with how his eyes shone with tears. His round nose was pushed against your pelvis.

"Good boy…" You cooed, voice slightly shaky. "Takin' all of me."

You pulled out and he let out a big huff, exhaling loudly with his tongue out. You wasted no time and pushed it back in with your cock. Making him hum in surprise.

"Ahh…" You let out, closing your eyes as your head hung back. You began to move Buggy's head faster, your hips rocking against his face with his chin pressing against your balls.

You could hear him choke on your dick, trying to breathe or to cough, or both at the same time. But you didn't stop, only to let him breathe from time to time.

Heavy strings of saliva connected the inside of his mouth to your dick as you pulled out, letting him inhale before pushing yourself back in. Making him choke loudly.

"Not- not too loud, or you'll get us caught. Is that what you want, Bugs ?" You breathed out and his eyes widened. The idea of possibly being caught lit something in him. Both wanting and dreading for this to happen.

You could hear the rest of the crew talk loudly and laugh inside the house, blissfully unaware you were fucking the head.

One noise too loud and they would know. Curiously looking outside for the source of it as he gags and chokes on you.

God, he didn't want you to stop, he wanted you to continue and use him as you please. Which you did, fucking his face roughly, smearing some of his make up onto your own skin.

You kept using his mouth as you moaned quietly, you could feel the flat of his tongue move against your cock, rubbing along the veins.

You slowed down despite wanting to go even faster, not wanting to cum just yet. Wanting the pleasure to last a little bit longer.

You allowed Buggy to regain some of his composure, breathing loudly as if he had been drowning. He coughed and cleared his throat loudly while you sighed.

"Fuck, love, you really don't play a-" You didn't give him the time to finish his sentence, pushing back his face against your dick for him to lick. Which he did.

You moved his head slightly to help him lick all of it, from your balls to your leaking tip before pushing yourself back inside his mouth, all the way in. This time he didn't gag.

While one hand remained behind his head to keep him in place, the other gently caressed him under his red and white bandana. You started to move when he tried to swallow around your dick, squeezing it deliciously in his warm embrace.

You found back your old pace rather quickly, fucking his mouth and his throat carelessly while he tried to suck more of it.

You came in his mouth, hot semen shooting down his throat as he choked trying to swallow it without biting your cock off. You remained still for a few seconds, his face pressed against you as you caught back your breath before pulling him out.

He coughed, spitting on himself a little bit as he regained his breath. He looked at you with tears in his eyes from choking so much, trying to blink them away. You helped him, gently and carefully wiping his eyes, grimacing as you smudged some of his make up.

"Oops."

"What ? What is it ?"

"Nothin'"

He huffed and you brought his head to your face, pecking his cheek delicately.

"I'll repay you, I promise." You said, pulling your shorts back on.

"You better ! I'm left all hot and fucking bothered here !"

In Arlong Park, some of the fishmen laughed at the sight of Buggy's body. Not because they found it particularly funny. Although it was. But because they noticed the tent in the clown's pants with wet stain as his hands struggled in their restraints, clearly wanting to do something about it but unable to.

[greenandsorrow]

I don't want to set the world on fire....

It was a surprisingly beautiful day in Hell.

The day people on Earth celebrate that Jesus has risen. He died for humanity's sins and when the calendar shows that it's that day, Hell is... in a calm state. Sinners are less violent, the citizens of Cannibal town don't feel hungry and your love, Alastor, uses his phonogram. He never believed, if anything he hated Christianity because of the colonisers of his homeland. He has shared the stories his mother used to tell him. The way she had introduced him to the Voodoo practices of their people.... How Alastor had used them for harm.

A soft golden light fell against the windows of your adobe. Temperature in Hell was surprisingly normal. Not too hot and not too cold either. It could be spring. There could be flowers.

Alastor had been surprisingly emotional since the morning. It's like there was a hidden significance for him in the way the bells of Heaven could subtly be heard, as the angels announced the triumph of their Lord over Death.

He had made you coffee in the morning. He had combed your hair and gifted you a beautiful brooch. His big, doe eyes were on you as you had dinner together. Alastor enjoys cooking. Apron on, humming an old tune and tail picking through his untucked shirt... You would have never thought you'd find love in Hell.

Jambalaya was delicious as always. You were about to ask him why all this? Were you celebrating something?

But the phonogram started playing your favourite.

"I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim

I just want to be the one you love..."

Alastor took your hand and gracefully walked you to the balcony.

The soft light illuminated his features and you swear you could imagine him as a human. No razor sharp teeth, no antlers or unnatural height. Just an ambitious young man. Still you couldn't help but get lost in his red robs. Long and curled lasses framed his limpid eyes. They're large but soft... The eyes of a child even though they have witnessed such horrors... The eyes of naivety even though Alastor is far from naive.

He started to gently shift from hoove to hoove, his arms wrapping around your waist. You took the hint and wrapped your own around his neck. You spent a moment swaying in the rhythm of the song. You then looked up. He was staring at you intensely. Alastor's eyes were scanning over your features with subtle melancholy, with hidden longing. Eyes, nose, lips and back up.

"Mo linm twa."

The kiss that followed was slow and lasted for many seconds.

And then he was gone. For seven years.

...I just want to start a flame in your heart.

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The idea isn't mine, I just put it into words. The mind behind this drabble is @ohmylovewhereartthou-blog 🤝

I know the song is from the 1940's but stfu, it fit perfectly.

[miniwheat77]

Fever Dream. (Soap x Reader.)

!NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, flu season is rough but not as rough as Johnny, MINORS DNI!

You huddled up in your room, shivering. You were asleep. Your phone sat next to you, it was dead since you’ve been in and out of it.

Soap sighs, you haven’t been responding to his messages.

As soon as his shift is over, he’s making his way out to his truck. He knows you’ve been sick and he’s worried that you haven’t been responding to his messages. Gaz is following him out to his truck, he still sounds nasally because he’s getting over it. “You know she’s gonna kill ya when she comes back right?” Soap laughs. “Oh yeah, I know.” Gaz laughs.

You and Soap are really good friends and you’ve been out for a couple days because you’ve been sick, and he knows how you are. You probably haven’t been taking care of yourself. He climbs into his truck after saying goodbye to Gaz, ready to go check on you.

You didn’t live too far from the base so it was a short drive to your house. You lived in a somewhat decent neighborhood so it was peaceful. He pulls into your driveway and sees your car. Getting out of his truck and locking it behind him. He makes his way up to your door, knocking.

He waits a minute, but after hearing nothing, he tries the knob. To his surprise, it opens. He steps inside your house, feeling just how freezing it is on the inside. “Steamin’ Jesus.” He mumbles. He kicks his shoes off like he usually would when he’s at your house. Taking a second to mess with the thermostat. Making his way down the hallway to your bedroom. The door is closed.

He sighs. “So help me god if you’re dead or something..” he breathes. Opening the door right up. You’re buried under blankets. “Y/N?” He asks. You don’t respond. He steps in further, grasping your blanket and tugging it away from your face. You’re sweaty. You’re still asleep, so he pulls the blanket down the rest of the way. Resting his hand against your forehead. “Christ..” he mumbles. He stands up, making his way into your bathroom. He knows it’s probably an overstep but he doesn’t care, you need his help. He finds medicine, going back out to your kitchen to find a glass. Once he fills it with water, he makes his way back to you.

He sits down on the edge of your bed. “Hey.” He sighs, shaking you slightly. You moan out in your sleep, trying to turn away from him. “Lass, you’re breaking my heart here.” You hear him laugh. “Soap?” You mumble. “Yeah.” He chuckles, grasping your hip and rolling you over. “You’re burning up sweetheart, here.” He reaches his hand out. You open yours up. Taking the pills from his hand. “Thank you Soap.” You mumble, sitting up slightly. “You’re so sweet to me, it’s almost like you don’t hate me.” You giggle, your voice is scratchy and rough.

He rolls his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. “I like you alive.” He laughs.

“I swear. I’m going to kill Garrick when I get back for giving me this.” You groan. Hearing him laugh. “Nice shirt by the way.” He smiles. You’re wearing his baggy shirt.

“Hey. Ended up in my laundry, that means it’s mine.” You smile. Resting your head on your pillow. Hearing him laugh. “Yeah. Looks better on you anyways.” He mumbles. “Those are fighting words.” You look him in the eyes. “Yeah? You really think I’m gonna listen to you?” He laughs. “Your fever is so high you probably don’t even know what world you’re in.” He laughs. “Um.. Soap. I’ve been blown up, shot at, I’ve had my eardrums blown out by bombs. If you think a fever is the worst thing I’ve been through, you’re so wrong.” You laugh. Sitting up slightly.

You’re wearing black shorts, legs exposed.

“M’not used to seeing you in normal clothes.” He smiles. You give him a lazy smile.

“Cmon. I’m gonna make you something to eat.”

“Soap, you don’t have to do that. I’m not hungry.” You groan. “Too bad.” He mumbles. Sliding his hands under the bend of your knees and around your back. Lifting you up with ease. You feel your stomach twirling, he makes you feel small.

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carry’s you into the kitchen. Setting you down by your table. You sit down, eyeing him as he looks through your cupboards, finding soup. You swallow hard, the muscles in his back flexing slightly as he reaches for a bowl. You need to drag your eyes away from him, but you can’t.

“You okay?” He asks. Turning to you. You shake yourself out of your thoughts. “Uh.. yeah. Yeah I’m good.” You laugh. “Why are you here? You’re gonna get sick being around me.” You ask. “Because, you weren’t responding to my messages.” He laughs. “Oh.. my phone must be dead. I didn’t hear it.” You mumble. “Besides. When I’m sick, you’ll come take care of me.” He smirks. “Yeah, I’ll come take care of you. On one condition.” You smirk. “What’s that?” He laughs. Setting the bowl down in front of you. “You have to call me mommy.” He laughs, a little too hard at you. “I mean.. if that’s what you’re into.” He shrugs. He holds out a spoon for you, but swipes it back as you reach for it. “Does that mean you should be calling me Daddy?” He smirks. You roll your eyes. “Don’t fuck with me. I’ll do it.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m waiting.” He smirks. You let your smile fade. “Can I please have the spoon, Daddy?” You purposely make your voice low, hearing him laugh. He gives it to you. “You’re too much sometimes.” He laughs. “Can’t play me at my own game.” You mumble.

“Yeah? Don’t think I’ll try anything with someone who steals my shirts.” He laughs. “I regret nothing. It was in my laundry, it was fair game.” You shrug. “Keep it up and I’ll take it back.” He laughs. “Do it. You won’t.” You smirk. Seeing him roll his eyes. “You’re feisty today.” He laughs.

“I don’t need to take it off. Gives me something to hold onto.” He winks, standing up. Your eyes widen, coughing slightly. He goes back into your kitchen, you stand up. “Where are you going?” You ask. He turns and looks at you, seeing that you’ve stood up. “Lass, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re sick.”

You shake your head, looking down. You’re resting you hands behind you on your table. “I’m sick. Not drunk. Put up or shut up.” You look at him. He shakes his head, making his way closer to you once again. “Soup’s going to get cold.” He crosses his arms. “Can think of something else to warm me up anyways.” He laughs, moving closer. He’s standing right in front of you, you’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. He reaches his hand out, playing with the hem of his shirt that you’ve got on. You look down to where his fingertips brush over your thigh and he toys with it. “Get extra horny when you’re sick or something?” He laughs. You shrug. “No. You just look extra good today.” You smirk. He grasps a handful of his shirt, tugging you into him, drawing a gasp out of your lips. His lips are right up against yours, only centimeters apart.

He lifts his hands up your shirt, grasping the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your legs. You step out of them, gasping when he wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you up and setting you down onto the table. He chuckles, running his hands up your hips. “No panties?” You blush, looking down. “Bad girl.” He breathes. Finally, he presses his lips to yours. He moves closer, hips resting right up against yours. The seam of his jeans rub right up against your opening, drawing a gasp from you. You moan into his mouth, feeling him smile into the kiss as he rocks his hips into yours. He unbuttons his jeans, keeping his lips on yours as he exposes himself. Pushing his boxers down far enough to free his cock.

He’s rock hard, ready to give you everything you’ve been waiting for.

He leans into you, feeling you lean back onto your hand slightly. He grips a handful of the shirt, just like he said he would. His cock nudges at your entrance, a whine leaving your lips. He attacks your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. A gasp leaves your lips when he slides into you, bottoming out.

He groans into you, watching you tilt your head back. “Fuck- oh my god Johnny.” You whine, pushing your hips to the edge of your table. He lifts your thighs up higher, drawing his hips back. He gets a good look at his cock, your arousal building at the base of him. “Fuck you’re wet.” He laughs, thrusting into you again. Feeling you flinch. “Ah god! You’re so deep-“ you gasp, clutching the table like your life depends on it. He watches his cock slide into you, drawing his hips back. You swallow him up nice. He shakes his head, teeth gritted. “So tight on me.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts. “Not gonna last long.” He bites his lip harder than he means. Keeping himself together is hard.

You’re watching him slide into you. Still in disbelief that your body could handle so much. Johnny was a big man, a lot of man to just throw at someone. He holds onto your ankles. You turn your head to the side, coughing into your elbow.

His eyes widen and he screws them shut. “Bloody fucking hell-“ he gasps. “You get tight on me when you do that.” He breathes. You can’t help but laugh at him. “Sorry.” You blush. “Don’t be.” He breathes, leaning in to kiss you again. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, hips moving steady into you. You can feel an orgasm building in your lower stomach, just as he said. You’re not going to last long either. He rests his hand on your throat, pulling you closer with his other. “You feel so fucking good.” He shakes his head slightly, holding onto you. Kissing you for a second before pulling away again. “Getting me so close, lass. So fucking good.” He grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck flexing hard from his actions. Your thighs shake slightly and he laughs. “Awe.. legs shaking baby?” He taunts. “How cute.”

He grasps hold of you, thrusting into you harder than before. He’s right on the edge and he needs you to cum first.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum Johnny-“ you gasp. Your bottom lip wobbles as you grasp onto the table.

You’re surprised it hasn’t given way from his brutal thrusts. You can hear it creaking beneath you, the legs scraping against the ground with each of his thrusts. A cry leaves your lips, Johnny’s eyes screwing shut when you tighten around him. Your body working perfectly with his to milk his cock. “Fuck- oh fuck.” He cries. Hips stuttering as he reaches his high. You can feel him twitching inside of you. Forgetting completely to pull out of you. Your eyes widen as you feel his warmth filling you up, spilling back out around his thick cock. He hangs his head, panting hard. “Fuck- I’m sorry.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You giggle, blushing slightly. You turn your head, coughing into your elbow once more. “Ah!” He shivers. “Fuck.” He laughs. “Too sensitive for that.” You can’t help but laugh at him. He slides out of you, groaning at the sight of his spunk spilling back out of you. He shakes his head. “You’re a fucking minx.” He chuckles.

He helps you down from the table, laughing when your knees nearly give away. Your legs are still shivering. “Sit down, I’ll heat up your soup.” He smiles.

—

“You’re sick now too?” Ghost asks Soap.

Your cheeks are on fire as Soap glances at you. Smirk playing at his lips. “Ah yeah. I was taking care of her.” He laughs. You roll your eyes, turning away from him.

His voice is scratchy and nasally. If you could jump him right here, you would.

“Taking care of her? Sure.” Ghost chuckles. Your eyes widening.

[pricegotmedickmatized]

Johnny is a bit of a whore. he likes sex and he’s good at it, fucking sue him! he’s fucked most of the people he’s ever met (except his family and their list of ‘absolutely off limits’) and it’s great. incredible, even. he never has to work too hard to find a partner (or a few) for the night when the mood strikes him and he has free time, so he’s never needed to push the limits of who he was and wasn’t allowed to fuck

but he’s always been a bit of a rebel, and his sister’s best friend is real fucking cute

cw: cunnilingus, dirty talk, slightly mean, Soap (he’s a warning in and of himself)

so how can anyone blame him for lingering in his sisters living room when he knows she’ll be there, letting her see him eye her appreciatively, smirking as he tells her “look fucking bonnie today lassie” and makes her roll her eyes and turn her prim little nose up in the air, or when he leans in over her shoulder at a bar to feel her shudder and watch her nipples pucker as he stares shamelessly down her shirt to whisper in her ear how much he’d like her have her legs wrapped around his head and get a taste of her pussy to find out if it’s as tart as the expression on her face or if it’s sweet like her buns, and she every time flings around all firey and indignant and his cock aches as he watches her rage at him

but she never tells his sister to get him to back off and he knows why, so despite her pretense that she’s not interested he doesn’t relent. keeps teasing her with smirks and meaningful eyebrow raises, and whenever he’s home he’s always round at her bakery asking filthy questions about kneading and any other baking pun that Ghost supplies him with

he unrepentantly chases off other men who eye her up in the bar with a laugh and a too hard squeeze to their shoulder, winking as he tells them she’s got someone on the ropes and if they want they can get in line but he won’t be through for a long fucking time, if ever. and only when she hisses at him that at this rate she’ll never get laid again and it’s not like he’s serious does he actually stop smiling

“Lass, if you want to see just how serious I am, let me take you home”

he can see her mouth purse, eyes narrow, but none of it hides the way her pupils dilate and her nipples start poking through her shirt. she’s too stubborn to back down so she spins on her heel, nearly hitting him in the face with her hair before giving him a snide, expectant “well?”

he grins.

half an hour later in her flat he’s got her up against her door, blind and deaf to the world as he buries his face against her cunt. “Sweet, fuck, god, shoulda fucking known your cunt would be this fucking sweet” her hands are in his hair, her clothes all askew from his hands, barely hanging onto her, he’s got one of her legs hooked over his shoulder and one hand spread wide over her hip to keep her pinned down in place as he finally gets what he’s really been hungry for all along

shes obviously new to getting eaten out proper, cant even stay upright through one measly orgasm, and he of course catches her when her knee buckles, carrying her over to the sofa and teasing that he knew she’d be needy but not this needy, so needy she has to get head laying on a cushion like a princess. it’s alright though, he’ll indulge her, but she has to play with those nipples while he eats her out.

her thighs shake on orgasm two, three has tears gathering in her eyes, and by four shes a crying, sobbing mess beneath him, unable to speak, just gasps and whines and vague sobs that sort of sound like his name as she tears at her own hair and bucks against his face as he slaps her ass and reminds her harshly “I told ya ta ride it, hen, so fucking ride my tongue”

she made him wait this long to get under her skirt, he’s gotta extract his pound of flesh and make her beg for his cock. make her desperate for it. make her so wet and horny just at the sight of him she’ll need new panties and drag him into the nearest place to sit on it. so he doesn’t fuck her that first time, teases her that she was the one who thought he wasn’t serious, how else is he going to prove how serious he is other than not giving her the dicking down she so clearly fucking needs until they’ve had a proper date?

shes furious, breaking a lamp by throwing it after him as he leaves with her panties in hand and her honey all over his face and hands, whistling like an asshole even though she was the only one who got off (five times) but she calls him two days later, calmer, even unsure, and he’s quick to tell her again just how serious he is, grinning like a maniac at the smile, the relief in her voice when she tells him to pick her up at six.

his sister is pissed, but shes over it by the time the wedding comes around