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marcsburnerphone · 11 months ago

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And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: oral smut, sexual comments, awko moments, kissing?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8 - Part 9!!

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It was the best night of sleep John price has ever had in his life. He wishes deeply his early bird tendencies hadn’t woken him from it. You lay facing opposite of him with his chest pressed snuggly up against your back spooning you. He thought he was dreaming at first, or maybe he died and went to heaven, but your steady breathing and warm skin was much too authentic for that.

He gently brushes the hair from your neck to kiss at the smooth skin, not in means to wake you, simply cause he just can’t help himself.

“Goodmorning.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you.” He says while peppering kisses up to your jaw.

“Are you sure?”

“Not anymore.” You turn over in your spot to face him, he’s a big man, a wall, even as he lays down. He peers down at you as you place a hand on his cheek.

to your misfortune he’s borderline obsessed.

“Shower with me?” He asks.

“Sure.” He pulls you with him as he rolls to get off the bed. He’s about to walk into his bathroom to get it started when he realizes you're about to walk out of his room.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my shampoo and conditioner.”

“I have shampoo and conditioner.” You laugh, confusing him.

“John, I'm a hairstylist, I wouldn’t be caught dead using head and shoulders. I’ll be back.” He watches you leave, still not completely sure what you mean by that.

When you return steam has already filled the roof of the bathroom. You carry your toiletries in both your arms trying not to let anything drop.

When John takes notice he goes to help you, except you’re not focused on the help he’s offering, you're focused on his bare chest, strong arms and slightly soft belly.

“There will be time for staring doll just not right now.” He says plucking your stuff from your hands. You roll your eyes at him trying to suppress the blush climbing up your neck.

He undresses fully and steps inside waiting for you to do the same. Suddenly you feel awfully nervous while lifting your shirt. You pause when it gets to your rib cage suddenly feeling self conscious.

“You okay?” He notices your absence and peeks out of the glass door.

“Uh yeah.” You say, willing yourself to pull it over your head. Your pants come off next and you pray soap gets into his eyes so he doesn’t really look at you.

You step in trying to keep your eyes on his out of politeness even though it feels like your eyes are magnets and the other magnet is in his southern region. He turns the two of you so you're the one mostly under the shower stream. His lustful gaze can’t help but look at the way the water runs down your shoulders and over your breasts.

“You’re shameless.” You say to him with a smile, you couldn’t feel self conscious under a gaze like that.

“Very.” He replies while leaning in for a kiss. He’s awfully warm, the shower at a temperature you like and one he’s not used to, but he couldn’t care less as long as he gets to have you like this.

“Can I wash your hair?” You ask.

“If you let me wash yours.” You hum in agreement, grabbing your overly expensive bottle of shampoo and pouring some into his hands. You tell him to lather it in his hands before he puts it in your hair and he entertains it even though he bets it does nothing. Lacing his fingers through your hair he watches the way your shoulders relax and your mouth slightly parts. He tries to stop it, really he does, but he can’t help the way his cock begins to harden. He prays you don’t notice, not because he’s insecure, it’s a totally normal human reaction, but because he doesn’t want you to think he can’t enjoy a wholesome moment without getting turned on.

“Feels good.” You sigh out as he begins to rinse it out. A groan is threatening to spill out and with all his might he is fighting it.

When you open your eyes you notice the stone cold expression on his face. The way it looks like his eye slightly twitches for a second. And just like his human tendencies have troubled him yours too make you look down to see what may be the biggest dick in your life resting against his lower stomach.

You look back up quicker than you looked down and it seems he hadn’t noticed.

“Your turn.” You say scooting closely by each other so now he stands under the water.

“I’m going to use my shampoo so you can see the difference.” You say as you pour some in your hands. It’s a bit of a reach to get all of his head so he slightly lowers it for you. You run your slightly long fingernails on his head scratching soothingly. He groans at the immensely good and foreign feeling as you make sure to not miss any hair.

When you’re done he begins to rinse and this is the chance you take to really look at him from head to toe. Do you feel a little perverted, yeah you do.

“Look who has the staring problem now.” If John’s going to do anything he’s going to own it.

“Who?” You say as you stand on your tip toes for a kiss. He gladly obliges, holding your head at an easier angle for him. You place a hand on his chest, which is normal, nothing that’d raise suspicion. Until it starts slowly dragging down his body.

He's pulled apart from your swollen lips carefully watching your fingers continue to trail down. When they reach his happy trail you hesitate.

“Go on.” He says softly.

Your fingers softly brush against the soft velvety skin of his awfully gorgeous cock. Your mouth instinctively watering at the sight, and his falling open at the tease.

You grip him in a mostly closed fist giving a gentle squeeze. His hips jolt slightly forward as a pearl of precum appears at the tip. Impatiently you swipe the pad of your thumb over it bringing it to your lips. You sigh softly at the salty taste, spitting into your palm you bring your hand back down to his cock. You give him a firm stroke as your hand slightly shakes. His groans and shut eyes encourage you to continue. You find a steady pace as your hand dedicates itself to providing him pleasure. He tries to control his breathing but it loses its pattern when you quietly moan at the way it twitches in your grip.

“You're so pretty.” You say quietly.

“Me or my cock?” He sighs out breathlessly

“Both.”

“Can I try my mouth?” You ask kindly he chuckles not humorously simply cause he can’t believe this is real life.

“I mean I don’t have too.” You say suddenly which he objects too.

“No, please.” He says watching the way your eyes light up. You waste no time lowering your knees onto the tile floor not caring about how they might hurt later on.

You grab him eagerly, in your lustful subconscious nature you paint your lips with the tip. He squeezes his eyes closed to try and calm himself down but you’re doing nothing to help his case.

“I’m losing it up here doll.” He says while leaning a hand against the wall for support. You begin to lick and suckle just to get comfortable, planning a course of action in your head.

Then you take him fully into your mouth bit by bit. His girth causes the dry corners of your mouth to slightly crack. Your eyes close as you try to focus. The sounds of slurping as you try to take him fully is sinful. He watches drool run down your chin and water droplets fall down your whole body almost cinematically.

“You’re a sight.” He groans out when you pull him from your mouth to simply kiss from base to tip. It’s never been done to him and he would’ve never thought of it, but after that he’s not sure anything else can occupy his mind.

You suck him back in, determined to make him come. You might just want it as much as him. You're putting in your best work, ignoring the ache in your jaw. He has a hand on your cheek stroking the tears that fall from your eyes away. He tries to stop himself from thrusting into your mouth as your hand on his thigh flexes subconsciously.

He’s so close but is greedily holding it in to keep his cock in your mouth for a bit longer. Your eye lashes bat up at him to watch his slackened features grunt and moan your name. With lidded eyes he watches the hand that once rested on your thigh slide down in between your legs, as you moan into him when he sees the way you slightly part them to give yourself an easier access.

“Mmmf fuck.” You hadn’t expected it quite yet, lost in your pleasure and his.

He pulls from your mouth as his cum splashes onto your lips, cheek and for his personal pleasure your breasts. When he’s done he pulls you from the floor, sucking your slick fingers into his mouth with a satisfied groan before kissing you long and hard. It’s a mix of you and him as he pulls your tongue into his mouth. His thumbs rub his spend into your cheek like it’s a facial cream as he looks in your big eyes.

“Shall we finish this elsewhere?” He says with a hand resting on the curve in your waist.

“As much as I’d love to, we can’t, I have to go grocery shopping and have to buy and restock some things at work.” You say with a small smile.

“But you haven’t gotten to finish?” He says with a little discontent.

“I don't need to.” You say giving him another quick kiss.

“That’s crazy.”

“Make it up to me another time?”

“Oh, yes” he couldn’t have been quicker with his answer.

“Very well then.” You laugh, grabbing your loofah which he plucks from your hands to pour soap on. He washes you tenderly, kissing every spot of your skin he swipes the sudsy soap over. He can’t help the way his eyes threaten to water at how ethereal you are to him. Call it the post clarity or whatever you want but he wants to put you in his pocket and take you everywhere.

He doesn’t let you reciprocate the favor but does let you wash his back when the time comes. He leaves the water on for you as he steps out to grab his towel. When he returns with yours you turn it off and wrap yourself in it.

You dress right then and there in the clothes you brought to his bathroom so you don’t have to suffer the cold. Grabbing your hair dryer to plug it in telling John to watch out for the noise. He dresses quickly and goes to the bathroom standing beside you at the his and hers sink.

He puts on his beard oil keeping in mind that it’ll need a trim sometime this week. After that he just stands there and watches you do your thing. Admires the fact it’s being done in his bathroom.

“May I join you?” He says amongst the noise. You click off the hair dryer after asking him “huh” for the second time so he repeats himself a third.

“Of course.” You smile feeling a little giddy at the fact you’ll have his company. John’s not a man who seems to like to go out much nonetheless shopping.

“Be ready in twenty?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m just going to finish drying my hair and put on some makeup.” He nods, walking up to you to kiss your cheek before heading outside for a quick smoke.

When you’re done he’s sitting on the couch watching whatever is on the news. You call for him from the front door and hear the silence from him clicking off the tv and his footsteps begin to approach you.

“Can I drive?” You ask hopefully.

“No.”

The weather is beginning to become more livable and sunny. You settle into the seat as he shuts the door and gets in himself. Your hand rests above his on your thigh as the radio hums music. There is something so dreamlike about the feeling he has around you. Like the air is smoother and easier to breathe.

“Where are we stopping first?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

“My work so I can see what I need, beauty store, then groceries.”

“Okay just let me know where to go once we get near.” He says giving your leg a gentle squeeze. You nod to him as his focus returns back to the road.

He gets out with you at your job, walks you inside passing up all the private booths of other hairstylists as you lead him into yours. He sits patiently on the chair a client would usually occupy and watches you take product out, put it back and write some stuff down.

“Okay you ready.”

“Only if you are.” He says as you grab his hand and your purse to walk back out. That’s before you’re stopped by one of your coworkers who’s just walked out of her booth.

“Hey, who’s this?” She asks, giving you a hug and nodding to John.

“This is John, my roommate.” You reply softly as his hand on your waist tightens.

“Nice to meet you.” He says kindly.

“Yeah you too, so just roommates then?” You wish you could rewind time and keep her stuck in that room a little longer. Cause truthfully you and John technically still were just roommates.

“Um yeah.” You say trying to end this conversation. She glances down to his hand on your waist and then slowly back up you.

“Okay then, have a good day.” She says walking past the both of you.

John hadn’t realized till this very moment that he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend or anything official. It’s actually kind of a sickening thought to him that you're not really his. I mean in a perfect world you’d walk around with his name above your head in neon lighting. So he conspires, he’ll drop you off at your little beauty store, leave quickly, buy flowers and cute things, hide them in his car, pick you up and go grocery shopping and cook dinner with you and ask you to officially be his.

“John you okay?” You laugh as you wait for him to unlock the car.

“Yeah doll sorry.” He says snapping out of it.

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You're genuinely a little confused when he tells you he’s got some business to take care of real quick and drives away after you’ve made it inside. Not that you mind, you’ve shopped alone for forever now and it’s kinda therapeutic but it’s unusual. No more than twenty minutes pass by as you continue looking at all the new products from beloved brands that the doorbell jingles as someone walks inside. You don’t look up nor really pay it any mind till strong arms encompass you.

“Where’d you go?” You say looking up at him and the foolish smile on his face.

“Just handling some business.”

“Okay, I’m trying to decide between this conditioner or this one. I love the scent of this one but love the lather on this one.” You say holding up to large bottles showcasing them.

“Buy both and mix em’.” He says grabbing them from you as he also takes the slightly heavy basket from your hands.

“Yeah right that’s way too self indulgent.” You say while trying to make up your mind.

“Can I just buy them for you?” You look up at him in disbelief.

“Absolutely not.” You quickly decline his very generous offer.

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m a big girl who has money and should be able to pick a product.”

“I never said you weren’t a big girl with money, I just don’t see the need for you to choose when you can have both.” He retorts back.

“No I’ll just get this one, fan favorite.” You say hesitantly putting it back and putting one in the basket then looking at your list to see what’s next. He lets you disappear into another aisle before grabbing it back off the shelf and hiding it under the other stuff in your cart.

You shop for a while longer before heading to the cashier as the lady rings up your items. She makes small talk with you about your day and what not. As she nears the last items John asks you to run to the back of the store for that beard stuff he uses and you quickly do. She finishes up before you make it back and he happily takes his card out and pays for your stuff.

“I don’t know which one because they all look the same.” you say handing him three different types of the same brand.

“It’s this one.” He says giving it to the cashier along with the extra two.

“Wait John, where's my stuff?” You ask a little confused.

“In those bags.” He says nonchalantly as he pays for his one item telling the lady to have a good day.

“I’ll pay you back.” You say as he grabs the bags, heading to the door and pushing it open with his back.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says ignoring your persistence.

“I am worried about it.” The bill on your restocks is always over six hundred dollars and you cringe at the idea of him spending that on you.

“Well don’t.” He shrugs as he hands them to you once you're sat too put in the backseat. There’s no room for disapproval as he shuts your door and heads to his side.

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“Have you been drinking my oat milk?” You ask him as you pass the dairy section in the grocery mart.

“Oat milk?”

“Yeah the one in the yellowish carton.”

“I mean yeah I’ve been drinking it but I just thought it was flavored milk.”

“No, it's non-dairy, made out of oats.” Although that slightly disgusts him he doesn’t say anything cause he’d enjoyed it up until now.

You continue to shop around picking up things that you need and different snacks to try. You hate grocery shopping more often than you need to so now’s the time to stock up.

“Can you grab that for me?” You say point at the top of a shelf for the detergent you use. He does with no complaints as he effortlessly plucks it off the shelf.

You’re never out of his eyeline, he watches your every move along with everyone around the two of you. Although you don’t stray far from him it wouldn’t even be an option. He tried to trap you between him and the cart that he pushes but unfortunately you escaped quickly.

“I pay this time, you pay the next.” He says as you load stuff up onto the belt. Although he knows you wouldn’t pay for a thing in his presence.

“Deal.” It sounds fair to you. Once again he very happily pays and puts the grocery bags into the cart as you stand there and admire him. When you guys are done he tells you to sit inside and hands you his keys as he loads the stuff into the truck.

The drive home is mostly silent. His fingers trail shapes onto your clothed skin as you scroll on your phone looking at other people’s lives through a screen. He peeks over at you from time to time and you smile when you notice.

When you pull into the driveway you begin to unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your purse.

“Go on inside I can take our stuff in.” He says, not wanting you to see the stuff he has back there.

“You know I can help, right?”

“Yeah but you don’t need to.” He says leaning in for a kiss which you gladly entertain. His mustache scratches your upper lip slightly, it's becoming something you love.

“Ever the gentleman.” You say as he pulls away.

“For you, always.” If you weren’t experiencing this first hand you’d be giggling and kicking your feet at the thought.

“Okay.” You say smiling way too hard, something that’s been a recurring situation.

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“How do you like it cooked?” You say as you finish seasoning the steaks you guys bought at the store for tonight’s dinner.

“Medium rare.” He replies, nearly drooling at the sight of you, hair messily put up, apron tied around your waist, as you concentrate all your attention on what’s in front of you.

“Mkay.” You slightly sway your hips to the tune of the small radio playing music.

“How’d you learn how to cook?” He asks.

“By spending a lot of time by myself and having a cook book obsession.” He smiles, very you esque.

“I’ll be back in a short minute.” He says as you move onto chopping potatoes. You nod in response as he walks down the hallway.

As quietly as possible he sneaks back out to his car to grab the flowers, vase and earrings he bought you. And brings it inside walking slowly to his room. You’re too lost in thought to hear a thing. Potatoes in the pot of boiling water and steak in the pan. Your mind was occupied with one not over cooking anything and two not getting splashed by hot butter.

“John.” You call out. You're thankful he heard you with one yell as he came down the hallway.

“Yeah doll.” You turn to look at him and tilt your head in confusion when you see a leaf stuck to his half shirt.

“Was just going to ask for help in dumping the water.” You say ignoring it.

“Of course.” He says walking up to you grabbing the mitts you offer him that were a bit too small for his large hands. He picks up the heavy pot with ease as he drains it.

“Were you outside or something?” You say noticing another leaf on his pants.

“No, why?” He asks as he sets the pot back on the burner.

“You have leaves on you.”

“Oh not to worry, must've gotten there when I brought the groceries inside earlier.”

After that you pay it no mind as he returns back to whatever he’s doing. You finish cooking and set the table for you two. You plate the food and call for him again. He panicked when he heard you, although he’s going to wait till after dinner. What if you say no? What if you're not ready for a relationship, let alone with him.

“John.” You yell again, he hears your footsteps coming towards him and quickly leaves his bedroom.

“Sorry, I was just picking up.” You know for a fact it wasn’t messy when you guys left. Regardless he follows you back down the hallway and into the kitchen. You two sit in your now assigned seats.

“Looks great, Thankyou doll.” He says caressing your chin affectionately.

“You're welcome.” You watch him take his first bite waiting before you take yours, gauging his reaction then getting distracted by how wide his legs spread out, so much so that they peek out from under the table.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to enjoy dessert first.” You look away quickly, beginning to eat your own food. The first 5 minutes is silence that’s filled with chews and clinking.

“I think I’ll reopen bookings next month.” You say randomly as the reoccurring thought occupies your mind. You took some time off work to get some rest and have been enjoying it too much.

“That’s interesting, what for?” You laugh softly before looking up at him.

“Because living isn’t free?” It could be for you, he thinks.

“I could always pick up more bills.” He doesn’t want to push the topic knowing you don’t like to talk about it.

“Or I could just get back to work.” That’s your way of ending the conversation, he ends up finishing way before you do and sits back with a satisfied sigh chatting about some kind of camera he wants to put outside.

“I’m full.” You say pushing your plate away. You’re about to stand up and collect the plates before he stops you.

“Allow me.” He says grabbing them and setting them inside the sink, he washes them quickly and puts them in the drying rack before turning to do the pans you used.

He’s deep in thought about how he’s going to ask you but snaps out of it when he feels two arms wrap around his waist and slide under his shirt, then your head on his mid back. It’s so subtle yet so affectionate and foreign to Jonathan Price that he just wants to melt.

“You smell good.” You whisper as you stick your nose deeper into his shirt.

“Thank you?” He laughs.

“I’m sleepy.” You say as he reaches for the kitchen towel to dry his hands.

“Well before we head to bed I’ve got something for you.” Your head perks up curiously. He turns around and smiles softly at your drowsy eyes yet wide smile.

“What?”

“Well follow me and I’ll show you.” He’s wringing his hands as you both walk toward his room.

“Okay, close your eyes.” He says and you do.

You're both in his room now, you hear him shuffling things around or something of the sort as you stand there patiently.

“Okay, open them.” Once your eyes adjust you see him standing there with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and a little box.

“Will you be my partner?” You tilt your head at the question until you realize he’s asking you to be his girlfriend.

“Your girlfriend?”

“Doll, I'm too old for that.”

“Yes then I’ll be your partner.” You laugh, grabbing the flowers from him.

“Open this.” He says handing you the small box and taking the bouquet of flowers to set them down on his dresser. Nervously you flip the top open as your eyes go wide.

“John, these are beautiful.” You say looking at the pair of small paint brushes with a diamond as the bristles.

“Pretty things for a pretty lady.” He says reaching to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

“This is too much.” You whisper truly admiring them, for a man who doesn’t believe in fate finding those in the small jeweler right next to the flower shop is the closest he’s come to it after meeting you.

“Nothing is too much when it comes to you, doll.” You close the box, setting it down. You look at him for a couple of seconds just admiring the man that’s been nothing but a blessing to you.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” It’s nothing sexual, it’s purely out of affection. The way you feel light as a feather beneath his touch, as he feels real against yours. He’s so enamored in everything you, loves the way you breathe, smell, move, laugh he’s obsessed with everything.

You feel like the heavens have sent him to you. He’s safe, warm and everything you’ve ever wanted. He cares for you truly. He holds you tenderly and gives you all the attention you crave, and you don’t even have to ask for it.

“Can we sleep in my room tonight?” You say when he pulls away.

“Yeah, but why?”

“I feel like this is too boyish for me, I need to see my plants and sleep in my matching sheets with my thousands of pillows.” He laughs as you put your vase of flowers in his hands and lead him towards your room.

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goonmieser1069 · 17 days ago

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‘No Place Like Home’

Thinking about how Soap would be after a long deployment with roommate!fem!reader

first fic…it’s a long one sorry guys 🙂‍↕️

3.5k+ words

• roommate! john “soap” mactavish/ fem!reader, 18+ , slight angst , violence , mentions of blood and guns, smut , oral (receiving), basically just a lot of yearning 👅, mw3 spoliers•

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It was dreadfully quiet in the small apartment complex where you lived. Your roommate, being gone half the time god knows where for the military, was currently deployed leaving you alone and bored in your shared home.

After a few months of living in the same space, you’d grown accustomed to the Scottish man, enjoying his comforting presence in your world. Whenever he was home -which was rare- he always, and I mean always helped out in every way he could. Whether that be picking up groceries and making dinner for the two of you, or noticing you weren’t feeling well he’d tidy up the place and make you lay on the couch and rest, he’d even sit and listen to you rant about an especially hard day at work.

This was the exact reason why you missed him so much when he was gone. The quiet was always consuming the dark apartment. No matter how many records you play on the record player he’d gifted you the first Christmas you spent in the space after you mentioned your love for vinyl. No matter how many lighthearted movies and shows you’d play, it all reminded you of his absence. Something even after years you grew more and more affected by these deployments.

It all changed for you after one fateful night, you’d both been on the balcony looking over the cityscape. Cigarettes in hand you both sat on the balcony floor, laughing a telling stories about life. Your gaze flickering over to his scarred skin, eyes admiring his baby blue eyes. Feeling your lips curl up into a small smile, as you listened to him speak about his many stories from the military. Something about that night feeling so domestic as you shared fleeting moments of accidental touch of the hands, the sound of each other's laughter, the warmth in when you’d both catch each other's gaze. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory of that night. Growing feelings for the mohawked man, not knowing how to express them.

You sighed tiredly to yourself as you made your way up the complex’s stairs. Your head hung low after suffering a long day of work at your job. The day dragged on longer than you’d have liked after practically drowning in paperwork all day. Your boss adds more and more onto the already endless pile, your hand growing more and more stiff after each signature and swipe of your pen.

Keys jingling in your palms as you unlocked your front door, you lazily wiped your shoes off on the small welcome matt at your doorstep. Dropping your purse on the floor and keys on the kitchen counter you ran a hand through your hair. Slipping off your shoes and shrugging off your coat, you were almost too tired and out of it to notice the boots beside the counter, almost too tired to spot the large duffel bag on the stool, and almost too tired to hear the soft patter of water coming from the shower in your shared bathroom.

Your heart rate increased almost immediately after realizing he was home. Johnny was home. A smile crept upon your face instantaneously, eyes lighting up as you stood still staring at the bathroom door heart fluttering at the thought of seeing those eyes of his again. Always fearing you'd never see them again with how dangerous and demanding his career was. Death constantly looms just meters away from the soldier every time he leaves for work.

After standing there like a fool your cheeks heated up shamefully as you realized how idiotic you looked stopped in place, staring at a door. You quickly looked away as you made your way to your bedroom. Taking a quick shameless glance in the mirror at yourself making sure you didn't look the equivalent of how your day had been spent. Quickly turning away from the mirror you ripped open your dresser drawers, sliding on a comfortable outfit that consisted of an old college t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama shorts. Taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. Tucking away strands of loose hair and quickly spraying a spritz of perfume. You decided that your looked decent enough, mind racing a million miles as you hoped maybe you’d grown the courage to express how you felt after his two months of absence.

Immediately whisked away from your thoughts you heard the shower stop silence consuming the next few minutes . Eyes widening as you heard his footsteps echo through the home after a small click of the door opening. Your body reacting quicker than your brain you felt yourself practically speed walking out of your bedroom and to the kitchen where he lingered at the counter. You assumed he hadn’t heard your approach somehow, his back to you as he leaned against the countertop silently scrolling on his phone.

Eyes raking slowly and analytically across his broad frame. Heart racing in your chest upon seeing his dark dampened hair. Your face warming, blush creeping up your neck upon admiring his large , defined back muscles through his teasingly tight black t-shirt that defined his bulky biceps, also sporting grey loose sweats. Biting the inside of your cheek at the sight, you finally broke the silence as you spoke. Voice betraying you completely as you felt your throat tighten, your words forced out and quiet almost like you couldn’t believe them either.

“You’re home..”

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The sharp pain rang through his body, the sharp crack of his arm twisting being held up against Makarov as he felt the hot metal barrel of the man’s pistol pressed against his temple he almost hissed at the scorching sensation. His eyes wide as , blood leaked from his other arm that hung limply beside him. Being shot just seconds earlier, his body leaping back into action after the first bullet, jumping back up to help his Captain who had also gotten shot, now in his current predicament, arm twisted sickeningly with a gun to his head, helpless in every sense.

His head spinning as he was held against his will, almost in a trance as everything happened in an instant. The grip loosening on his mangled arm disappearing completely as he felt his body go limp, falling with a smack against the cold concrete. His head slamming into the hard surface as his vision fizzled out, surrounding him in darkness.

Time stopped completely for Soap, the sound of the distant gunfire fading into oblivion. Frame by frame, memories he cherished flashed across his mind. His childhood, the times he’d spent with his mother and sister, his early days in the military, and all the more recent ones with his squad and you. Your laughter after he cracked an especially funny joke, etched into his mind as he could practically hear the heavenly sound. The way you looked out across the city during the late nights you’d spend out on the balcony together. Or the gentle smile you held each morning when you’d chat with him over coffee before you had to leave for work. The way your eyes glossed over each and everytime you bid him farewell at your door each time you knew he had to leave again, that always hurt his heart the sight of your glassy eyes as he held himself back from reaching out, knowing he'd never let go. All he wanted to do was hold you, tell you it would all be okay, that he'd be okay. He wanted to just promise you, that he'd come back, come back home, come back to you. He never did, he stopped himself each time. He knew he couldn’t promise those things in his line of work , one of the things he prided himself on most was being a man of his word.

All that flashed through his mind now was memories of you, everything about you, every detail he could imagine. Conversations lost in time, nights he regretted not spewing out how he felt so deeply about you. He wanted you to know how much he cared about how your day went when you got home from work each night, how much your smile made his heart leap. Like clockwork he saw you. Just you, your eyes, nose, lips, smile, laugh, hair, how you smelt, how you spoke, how you cried, your touch, how you looked at him, eyes bright like the stars you stared into during your shared nights on the balcony.

Somewhere in his trance his thoughts trailed to what could have been. How you would’ve looked at him as he talked your ear off about how much he loved you. The sight of your smile, how you would’ve looked in his arms as he held you like he’s always longed to. What would your lips have felt like, how they would feel pressed against his own, how your cheeks would’ve been flushed as he kissed you. He imagined how it would’ve been like in the nights holding you in his arms, how your body would’ve felt against his. He shamefully thought about that a lot at nights back home, staring up at his ceiling, his rough hand wrapped around his aching erection as he imagined your softer, delicate hands instead.

What would you have looked like with a pretty little ring on your finger? In a big white dress as he waited at the end of the isle, you’d look gorgeous. You always looked breathtaking to him, but.. what if he never got to see your face again. Never got to hold you. Never got to tell you how much he loved you.

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“You’re home..”

You noticed him tense up immediately, dropping his phone suddenly on the counter as he whipped his body around to face you. He had new scars, a circular almost burn looking mark against his temple. You now noticed the bruising on the side of his arm, mostly covered by a large bandage. That’s when you noticed the tears fall from his pale blue eyes. You froze, never seeing him cry before this. The strong man always either smiling or laughing alongside you. You’ve never seen him look so broken, the ray of sunshine in your life. Your eyes started to water as you watched him near you cautiously, almost like he himself didn’t believe you were really there. Speaking your name breathlessly in a broken whisper.

In a flash all you could do was gasp as his large arms engulfed your frame. Picking you up as if it was nothing and spinning you around once in his arms. You choked back a sob as he embraced you tightly. Burying your head into his chest as you pressed it against his heartbeat, needing to hear it for yourself. His body shook slightly as you felt him cry with you in his arms. He finally got to hold you in his arms.

“I thought i’d never see ye’ again bonnie.”

You felt yourself let out a small sob at his words, throat tightening. You’d ask him about what happened later, what mattered most now was that he was here, Safe, with you. You tried speaking, voice coming out in a small crack as you pulled away from him. Wanting to look at his eyes, those eyes you longed for these past months patiently waiting for him.

“Oh John-…”

You were abruptly cut off by the feeling of his lips against yours. Your hands shaking as you brought them up to cup his stubbled cheek, wrapping the other around his neck as he leaned down. Desperately and sloppily capturing your lips as he hungrily devoured them like he’s been waiting years to do just this. -which he has- Tears mixing, faces shamelessly pressed together as his calloused hands slipped around head, tangling within your hair as he held you for dear life. Savouring every moment as eventually you both had to stop for air.

Heavy breaths echoed through the quiet apartment, his hands still wrapped within your hair as he just looked at you. Eyes red as he stared, words unspoken, icy blue eyes admiring you. Taking in the sight of your now swollen lips, the tears stained on your cheeks. The slight trembled in your lips as they twitched into a small smile all you could muster in the moment. Heart thumping against your chest.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, big hands lifting you up with ease, placing you ontop of the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed small pecks against your collarbone, leaving a trail against you, stubble tickling your skin. Body suddenly on fire as you felt his hands roam your body, as if they were trying to memorize each and every crevice and detail possible. His breath hot against your neck as he spoke quietly, almost a whisper.

“Is this okay…?”

His accent coming out heavier as he huskily spoke, voice sounding desperate almost a plea against your skin. Eyes now focused up at your face, how could you ever tell him no? Especially when it all felt so right. Anticipation building in your body, the air suddenly feeling heavy in the space. She looked down into his eyes from her place on the counter, growing bashful under his gaze as you slowly nodded your head. Voice cracking slightly as you responded a breathless-

“…yes.”

Wasting no time he wrapped his hand behind your neck as he brought your lips to his once more. His other hand gently lifting your large shirt over your frame, beaming the kiss as he admired you completely. Azure eyes flicking over each and every curve of your body. Calloused hands coming down to run up and down your sides, breath almost catching in his throat as he studied you. Fingertips grazing tenderly against your hot skin, ghosting over your body.

“..fuck yer’ gorgeous..”

He said lowly as he peppered your skin in kisses, leading from your neck as he worked his way lower. Lips brushing against your chest as you tangled your hands within his short dark hair. Fingertips gently resting against your ribs as he lowered and lowered, kissing every mole and every freckle on your skin, admiring you as a whole. As he reached below your bellybutton he looked up at you softly, eyes glassy as he untied your shorts. Easing them off your body along with your panties, lifting you up slightly to glide them off. The fabric hitting the hardwood floor as you suddenly felt too exposed. Bare in front of the man as you instinctively brought your hands to cover what you could of yourself.

“Oh don’ do tha’ to me ‘bon.”

His rough hands came up and gently pushed your arms away, placing them back ontop the counter, your legs wrapped against his body once more as he stood between your legs. Large hands caressing your bare thighs as he brought your lips into a gentle reassuring kiss. More calculated and loving than the ones before, eyes fluttering shut as he moved his lips softly against yours.

He brought his head back away, giving you a reassuring look as he dipped down. Continuing his trail of pecks as he gently pushed your thighs open a little wider, bringing his head down to kiss the inside of your thighs, his lips gentle as he moved closer and closer to your core, practically dripping in anticipation. Looking up at you, eyes trained on your own as you stared down at him. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed as you bit the inside of your cheek.

He slowly brought his head closer to your heat, running a finger against your slick. Feeling you buck your hips slightly at the friction you’ve been craving, the sensation of his hands against your sensitive skin new, but welcomed. His breath hot against the skin he finally placed his mouth against you, slow gentle as he swiped his tongue against your bud.

“F..Fuck!”

You cursed out as your hands instinctively reached for his head sighing in pleasure, thighs wrapping around his head while he lapped at your core. Devouring you like a starved man, the slow pace disappearing as he worked his tongue against you. Legs clenching and twitching every lap he took, his head reeling at the sight of you all worked up. The feeling of your legs against his skull making his cock ache against his boxers, letting out a deep guttural moan through your skin. Hands coming up pawing at your tits, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as he eats you out. Soft mewls spill from your mouth, hips bucking to meet his mouth, back arching to press more of your cunt against his mouth.

Your vision blurred slightly feeling his pace quicken, bringing his one hand up, slipping a finger into your drenched folds. A soft gasp leaving your lips as you groaned at the feeling, his thick finger within you as he curled it in and out. Hitting your walls delectablely, as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten, throwing your head back in pleasure as you let out fast breaths. Chest rising and falling quickly as he never faltered his movements, his hand now palming himself desperate for any friction he could get as he pleasured you.

“Jus’ like tha’…”

He cooed to you against your cunt, groaning into you as your legs tightening against his head, you let out small quick gasps each time his fingers curled in and out, working into you skillfully. Noting how your brows furrowed and jaw hung open as he sucked and licked at your clit fingers pumping in and out of you as you hung your head back vision white as your legs trembled. Hips bucking into him as you coated his face and hand in your juices. Mewls leaving your mouth as you opened your eyes, tilting your head back down with knit brows, his eyes already trained on your face as he lapped up your juices.

“Doin’ so good fer’ me.”

His accent thick as he picked you back up, arms tightly secured around your fram as he brought you to his bedroom. Laying you down on the bed carefully he lifted his shirt off his body, you laid in a daze, chest rising and falling still coming off your high as you stared at him. His muscles twitching with each movement as he shrugged his sweatpants off, his hardened cock strained against his boxers. You brought your arms up shakily above you to his waistband, pulling his boxers down as his erection came out. Eyes wide you looked up at the man, he looked so desperate. Your voice soft, breath hot as you spoke.

“need you johnny.”

You whined as you reached up for the back of his neck, her dipped down to your level flat against the bed as he crawled above you, hovering over your body as his hot breath fanned against your lips. Voice husky as his eyes softened as he stared into your gaze speaking your name breathlessly claiming his love to you as he slowly pressed himself into you.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.. yer all I think about out there bon’ ”

He cooed in your ear as he eased into your tight cunt, face burried into your neck as he bottomed out in you. Your breath hitched as you sucked in feeling his cock twitch inside you. Tears pricking at your eyes, he brought a reassuring hand up lifting his head and cupping your cheek as he held himself up with his other arm. Bringing your lips into a passionate kiss as he rocked his hips slowly, easing you into the feeling of him. Making sure you felt as good as possible before he quickened his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against your bottom half echoed through the room while he rocked in and out gliding of your walls repeatedly small groans leaving his lips each time.

Your body seared in pleasure as you mewled each time his cock hit your walls. Cooing small praises against his lips as you desperately clung to his back. Legs trembling as he snapped his hips in and out, lace quickening as he felt your body tense under him, walls sucking him in achingly. His body reaching its climax as he let out low groans against your neck. Stubble tickling your collarbone, while you clawed at his back. The pleasure overbearing as you trembled one last time, clenching around him hard as you came on his dick. His high following soon after as he pulled out quickly, hot white strings spurting out against your stomach. His breaths heavy as he leaned back up, looking down at your absolutely wrecked self. Fuck you looked stunning under him like this was all he could think.

Your eyes connecting with his as you smiled lazily at the man, eyes crinkling slightly. Bare chest rising and falling periodically. Your hooded eyes cloudy as you stared up at his.

“I love you John.”

She spoke softly, bringing an arm up tiredly and caressing his cheek, thumb brushing over the scar on his chin. He smiled softly at you, lovingly brushing his hands against your sides pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Whispering to you his voice low and gentle.

“I love you too bonnie.”

He disappeared shortly after into the bathroom, soaking a warm cloth to clean you up before wrapping you up in his arms under the covers. Skin to skin as he held you gently throughout the night, telling you just how much he loved you. Heart full after he finally got to come home, to have you in his arms, to have told you how he felt.

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first fic done 😏 lmk if you guys want a part 2!

i MAY indulge and grant you guys with another part👅

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