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Maybe one time Johnny is teasing Simon, unashamedly flirting with him like he always does, and he calls him princess. Simon pretends he doesn’t care, but Johnny sees the way his eyes go wide and the way his pupils blow out and that he’s all of a sudden covering the crotch of his pants. And that cheeky little shit decides to use this discovery to his advantage.

Calls Simon princess every chance he gets. Not in front of others of course, but when they’re alone. “Need me to do anything else, princess?”, “‘Course, princess.”, “Well ain’t that something, princess?” And it’s driving Simon fucking mad. He can’t take it anymore. He’s constantly sporting a hard on and he’s so ashamed that the terrifying Ghost is getting so worked up from being called a princess.

It all comes to a head when Johnny finally gets Simon in the sheets, and he purrs that pet name into Simon’s ear and instantly Simon is shooting ropes across his body.

Johnny snickers. “Yeah? Knew you like getting called that. Like being my princess, Si?”

Simon covers his face as he breathes heavy. “N-no. I don’t.”

Johnny smiles. “I think ya do,” he reaches down and strokes Simon’s cock, relishing in the way he twitches from the overstimulation, “Go on, say it. Say you like being my princess.”

Simon shakes his head, biting his lip to keep his moans back.

“Come onnn Si,” Johnny teases, the slapping of his hips against Simon’s ass as he ruts into him filling up the room, “I know you like it. Like being my little princess soooo much.”

Johnny leans down and gets really close to Simon’s ear, whispering, “Be a good boy, yeah? Be my perfect princess for me? Unless you want me to stop, my love.”

Simon shakes his head. If Johnny stops now, he’ll die. “N-no,” he stammers.

“Then say it, love. Say you’re my princess.”

Simon mumbles it, but Johnny doesn’t hear him. “Say it so I can hear you,” he teases.

“I-I’m your princess,” Ghost stammers, his stomach alight with butterflies at saying such a thing about himself.

Johnny groans, unleashing the orgasm building up in him, emptying every drop inside Simon. Simon comes with a cry, latching his legs around Johnnys waist to make sure he can’t pull out of him.

When all is said and done and they’re cleaned up and getting ready to go to sleep, Johnny whispers in Simon’s ear, “Did so good for me, my love. Always my perfect little princess, huh?”

Simon’s face goes hot and he nods, a small smile on his face and he feels Johnny’s arms wrap around him from behind

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Thinking about Johnny turning into a bear after retirement…

When he and Simon get out and get a place of their own, and are no longer running around everyday and fighting and have time to actually eat, they both look a little different. Johnny more so than Simon. Simon gained a little extra weight, his skin gained some color, the thinning of his hair ceded a little bit. But Johnny? Oh, he changed a lot.

He has a gut now. A very pronounced, big hairy belly. His legs are thick as tree trunks, his chest is so much larger. His face is fuller, his hands bigger, and because he stopped shaving, he’s absolutely caked in hair. He’s the definition of a bear through and through.

He’s insecure about it. Looks at his body in the mirror in their room and mourns his old six pack and muscular thighs and chiseled chest. Feels shame, really, at having let himself go like this.

But Simon fucking ADORES it. He can’t get his hands off those love handles or resist the urge to bury his face in that fat hairy ass. He’s fucking OBSESSED. Taking Johnny into the bedroom so many times a day that eventually he’s being pushed away and having a spray bottle turned on him like a naughty dog because Johnny is tired and just can’t go another round.

All the time Simon’s talking about his beautiful husband (theyre not married yet btw) to anyone who’ll listen, and when he gets drunk enough, he just can’t shut up about how nice and soft and perfect to cuddle and how beautiful his Johnny is. And honestly, Johnny would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel better for his new extra pounds.

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this would do numbers

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I lost the ask but it was about Soap in this specific shirt, and another one was about Ghost in a kilt, so here they are:

Leave at Johnny’s this time

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Thought it only fair Ghost too experiences some workplace hazards..

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he's got that depression rizz. yes this is a tiktok screenshot redraw I'm not sorry.

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training 🥊💜

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There is so much content with RSD Soap out there that it got me thinking - what if he was really the absolute opposite?

Yeah he likes attention - everyone does to a degree, but he really doesn't need it. Can be alone with himself for weeks on end and not feel the worse for it.

But because of the way he is - outgoing, engaging, easy to like - people often think he can't possibly do without. Not realising he's so easy to be around and talk to because of how confident he is to be just with himself.

What if we get the usual snippy comment from Ghost, but instead of withdrawing into himself out of hurt, Soap just shrugs and goes "Fine, Ah'll shut up, ye see how ye like that.", turns around and leaves.

And it's Ghost who fucking suffers. Not because he's got RSD or anything either. No.

Because Soap is his friend and he doesn't have many of those. Well he's also his occasional, what are they actually? One night stands? Friends with benefits?

He probably decides it doesn't matter because he can deal with being horny. That really isn't the issue here. The issue is the empty space at his six, a presence he suddenly learnt he took much too granted.

Because Ghost is the one who feels a pang of hurt every time he sees Soap hanging out with Gaz or Price, when he notices he wasn't invited to the pub night. Because it's always Soap who invites him. Who thinks of him.

And when Soap and Gaz get sent on a mission he gets hilariously drunk after having a nightmare that Soap isn't going to come home. That their last interaction was Soap telling him to see how he liked being alone again.

He'll agonise over it in his room all night on his own. Because Ghost doesn't get help. Except for Soap. Who he can't go to.

Maybe he slinks around in the morning to Prices office, inquiring how the sergeants are doing. Thinks he's slick.

Price just telling him "You know if you got over yourself he'd take you back without even an apology. Which you owe him, by the way, whatever you did."

And Ghost is bound to fucking hate that call out, especially because he knows that Price is right.

He's agonising over it for like three more weeks before he finally caves and just slinks up and falls in place next to Soap on base somewhere.

And Soap just turns to him and smiles "Yer an idiot Lt."

And Ghost just goes, "I know." relieved as hell because he can hear by the tone of Soap's voice that they are okay.

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Two years

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So sorry for being vanished for a while 😢 too many holidays with food and my stomach is ded 😖

But happy holidays yall!!!!☃️🎄🎉🧧

Thirsting over sweater 🧶 Simon🫦

Ofc im having too much of good time with his new work 🙂‍↕️

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Trying out the pencils I got for christmas with a quick Soap doodle 🧼✌️

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choices...

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LT

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My New Year's greetings.