#ghraidh

[quarterlifekitty]

Would you do more where reader is equally freaky as soap? Like holding his dick when he pees and licking it clean type shi

Would a bird keep flying? Would a fish keep swimming??

cw: piss

Soap pops his button an pulls out his cock. As much as he loves how slow and tender you are with it, he really needs to take a piss right now. You nearly knock him over with how you slide into the bathroom, your socks not finding any purchase on the smooth tile floor.

"Pissing all by yourself, handsome?" you titter. He scoffs. As if he wasn't totally just about to start pissing without you.

"Pssh. Never, bonnie. Can nae manage it without ye," he coos with a kiss to your temple. He grins as you practically ignore him so you can get your hand around his cock and aim it for him. He groans when he starts, and he really exaggerates it for you. He can't fake the little shiver that goes up his body, though-- that part is real.

You alternate between aiming his stream towards the water and letting his piss splash on bare porcelain. Really shamelessly playing with his dick, not that he minds. He never dreamed he'd get this lucky.

It's really cringe how sad you look when his stream dies. Or, it would be, if he wasn't kinda sad about it too. No perfect moment can last, aye? But you're not allowed to let the good times end. Cold ceramic greets your knees.

"Is it m'birthday or somethin', hen?"

You press a kiss to his soft cock-- though that's about to change.

"Do I need an excuse to treat my man?"

Precious metals and different cuts of little gemstones flash behind his eyelids.

"Suppose not, mo ghraidh."

[noahdrawsalot]

“JOHNNY-? GET AWAY FROM THAT-!”

“I’ve got it handled Si.”

“LUV, WE’LL GET THE BOMB SQUAT, PLEASE JUST LEAVE IT!”

“Mo ghraidh, I am the demo expert here.”

“SERGEANT, IT’S AN ORDER.”

“Aye sir, pulling rank now, are we?”

Simon drags Johnny away out of the kitchen, muttering under his breath in exasperation.

[witchthewriter]

Soap: Bonnie! Ye risked ye life to save meh.

Y/N: And I’d do it again Mo ghraidh! Perhaps even a third time. But that would be it!

*Soap smiling like ear to ear, blushing, practically heart eyes* Soap: I've always went'ed a knight in shinin' armour to rescue meh

Simon: Price get me the fuck outta here RIGHT NOW.

[ravennaortiz]

2/11 B: Love Letter with Chibs requested by Anon

Mo ghraidh,

I love you so much Lassie. I am so sorry I am spending our first Valentines and anniversary in prison. As long as I live I will always regret this and never forgive myself for making tears shine in your eyes. I’ve done horrible things in life but making you cry that day I was sentenced is the worst thing I have ever done of that I am sure. I do not deserve a woman as amazing, kind, loving and forgiving as you. What you see in this old bag of bones I will never know. I do know I’m thankful for you. I promise I will spend every day making up for all the lost time once I’m out. I also promise that my eyes have been opened. The club has to change or none of us will survive like you said.

    All my love and my soul,

           Filip

[slaughter-kin]

SFW alphabet: John 'Soap' MacTavish

warning! not proof read!

heart banner by cafekitsune

 A= Affection (How Affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

He is extremely affectionate. I 1000% believe his love language is physical touch, so he is constantly wanting to hold hands, cuddle, or just even be near his partner. Also big fan of PDA he isn't afraid to show his love for his partner in public. It also increases dramatically when he is drunk, he would not let his partner go for a second.

" I just love ya.. s'much mo ghraidh"

"I know johnny, I love you too"

"I dont know wha' I... wha' I'd do witout ya"

"Johnny I know, I don't know what I would do either but you need to let me go, I need to go pee"

" Great idea bonnie! Let's go together"

B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend he would be super supportive, always in your corner. and he would always back you up against family members (his or yours) , friends anything like that even if he disagreed with you, he would not do it publicly he would wait till he get home and then be like OK yeah let’s talk about that lol

but he would be such an amazing best friend/partner.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Love love loves cuddles. To John MacTavish any situation could be improved by cuddling. Stressed out? Lets go cuddle, get your mind off things! Happy? Sounds like a great time to cuddle! Sad? aw that's terrible... wanna go cuddle and tell me about it? Also loves to hold his partner in his arms by them laying their head on his chest or by being the big spoon. Would never admit it but he also likes being the small spoon time to time.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would love to settle down, have a big house with wee barins, and of course a loving partner. He does help clean often when he is home, but isn't the best at keeping tidy. As much as I love this man, he would be a pest. He would leave towels on the bathroom floor or leave the cabinet doors open. As for cooking he is pretty decent and makes better breakfast food than dinner.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

To end something with his partner that he is in love with it would have to be something awful, like cheating, abuse, or something of that nature.

He would do it face to face not over the phone or text. I also don't think he would do it in a public space, probably in the privacy of his own place or theirs.

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again he would love to have a spouse. I feel like he would know they are the one after a couple of months but wouldn't actually purpose until a year or so into the relationship.

When he does purpose though he doesnt want a long engagement, he asked because he wants his partner as his spouse and he already treats them as such so why wait?

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

He is usually pretty gentle with his partner, he knows he is strong and could accidently hurt them. Unless they explicitly say they don't mind him being rougher *wink wink*

Emotionally? he can be a hothead and can sometimes fly off the handle but quickly reins it in and would prefer not to fight but to actually talk things out.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are extremely common when you are the partner of Soap. he likes to be held by his partner and vice versa hold his partner. He would like to wrap you up in big bear. Hugs and just never let go and most hugs with soap. You would have to be the one to pull away because he never wants to.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L=word?)

so for this, I’m going to give two scenarios.

If you would like to think that you are just a civi and he meets you when you guys start, you know taking interest in each other and date that way I feel like the I love youse would probably be around the eight-month mark just because with his job, sometimes he is away for his job for longer periods, so I feel like he would have to get to know you before he said that I do believe, though he would fall in love a lot sooner than him confessing to it, so he would probably fall in love around the 3 to 4 months mark, but will keep that information to himself until he’s 1000% certain that the feelings are reciprocated.

OK, in another scenario you work with him so with that I do feel like at first he would flirt a lot with you, and if you did not take him seriously, then you guys would become friends to lovers, mutual pining/yearning situation, and since you do know the world that he’s in with his job. I feel like then he would say I love you a lot sooner.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is very confident in your relationship, but he still does get jealous from time to time especially if you are out and some other man/person is trying to hit on you, or if you’re at the bar and somebody keeps trying to come up to talk to you he would get jealous. It all depends if he’s drunk or not if he’s drunk, he starts getting very handsy and wants to pull you away but if he’s not drunk, then he just stares at the person and tells them to fuck off, either way when he is jealous it always leads to some more spicy times if ya know what i’m sayin’

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they  like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are always super passionate/loved filled. You do not have to think for a second that this man does not love you, just by the way he kisses you. I also feel like he does a lot of whole face kisses like he’ll grab you by the face and just kiss all over your face repeatedly until you’re a giggling mess.

 For him, his favorite place to kiss you is on the lips. He will literally kiss you anywhere, but his most favorite place is to kiss you on the mouth.

 His favorite place to be kissed is on the back of his hand. He really likes it when you were holding hands and you just pull your hands up and kiss him on the back of the hand, it just makes his heart melt.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

This man loves children that’s not even a question. the cod fandom fight over a lot of thing but one thing that is agreed on is this man wants a lot of children.

he is just always keeping them entertained and is just overall amazing with them.

i need to give him children

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

as i mentioned in part 2 of my hcs for him he is a little psycho that likes to get up at the ass crack of dawn and go running. so if that’s not your thing, he will let you stay in bed.

but that doesn’t mean that when he gets home, if he still find you in bed he won’t try convincing you to wake up and getting in the shower with him by laying on top of you all sweaty.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

not like that ya nasties

most night with him are spent cuddled up in bed probably spreading family gossip and watching movies.

idk why but i get the feeling he would like camping out in his back yard and watching the stars

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

I do feel like this man is a certified yapper, so I feel like he would start revealing things pretty early on especially if he’s interested in you.

if you want to imagine it as you are a civilian, and you two take interestin each other, before anything gets too serious he would definitely talk about his job and explain to you what happens so that you’re sure that you want to continue a relationship with him.

However, if you want to imagine that you are either part of Task Force 141 or something adjacent to that and you already know about his job, then it’s just at that point due to getting to know each other on a more deep and personal basis.

P=Patience (How easily angered are they?)

like I will mention in U, down below he does struggle with frustration and anger, but he doesn’t take it out on his significant other or gets upset with them a lot I do feel like he can get angry a lot at certain situations, but with his significant other, the only time that he would get angry as if it’s like a really, really, really really bad fight.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

Soap is extremely intelligent, i mean he had to be he’s a demolition expert, and has a great memory. So if you mention your interest in something he will definitely remember it.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably when he took you to meet his family for the first time, whether it be just as friends at the time or a few months into the relationship (however you want to imagine it) and you loved his family and they in return loved you back. I really do believe he is extremely family oriented so this just solidified in his mind you were the one.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) 

Again, this goes for all of the task force 141 men, but they are all extremely protective. When you were out, they are constantly on the lookout for any potential sketchy scenarios and constantly just keeping an eye out on you to make sure that you are safe.

and if you do not already know self-defense, he would teach you self-defense or pay for a class when he is deployed so that you can learn self-defense.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He genuinely would put so much effort into special things for his partner, like date nights, anniversaries, and things like that, but something will always go wrong.

 For example, for an anniversary, he would try to make you breakfast in bed and he would accidentally burn the toast because he was trying to multitask while cooking and left the toast in the toaster for too long. Or booked you a reservation at a really nice hotel but it was on Valentine’s Day and it was extremely crowded so the food was taking forever so you guys just decided to leave and get takeout and go home.

 He definitely puts an effort, but sometimes things just don’t go as planned.

U= Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

like I mentioned in my headcanons part 2 post, most of his negative emotions first manifest as anger and frustration (!!of course not like abuse or anything!!! he just gets very frustrated and can sometimes snap when he doesn’t mean to) but as soon as he calms down, which is usually pretty quick, he’s constantly apologizing.

(i just copied this from my own post because i’m lazy)

V= Vanity (cow concerned are they with their looks?)

The normal amount? Like he keeps up with his personal hygiene and he likes to wear normal clothes when he goes out but he doesn’t have a eight step skin care routine or anything like that.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

1000% yes, he likes to be around his partner and feel comfort in their presence. So whenever they aren’t around he feels a little lost, obviously not with his job but i’m talking everyday normal life.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

is a little afraid of dogs, I hc that he got the scar in his chin from a dog bite when he was little. It’s not that he doesn’t think they are cute or would be mean or hateful towards one, but he’s just extremely cations while around them.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn't stand for the obvious like sexism, racism, homophobia, etc.

One ick, I think he would get, is whenever someone chews loudly, like smacks their food. I just feel like it would drive him up the wall.

Z= Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

He is a stage 5 cuddler. He loves to constantly hold his partner while you sleep. He likes to half lay on top of his partner, and when you wake up, you have to literally pry him off you.

He doesn't like to sleep in pajamas, I feel like he would prefer sleeping in his boxers and or naked. He is also a total cover hog.

thank you so much for reading! again i always appreciate feedback! love ya <3

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Tagged by @philtstone, thank you so much!

From the next chapter of Seaside, which promises to be a nice long one!

Before she could turn to check on Faith, a door opened down the hall and Faith appeared, her eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep as she smiled sweetly and twined her arms around Claire’s waist before burying her head in Claire’s belly.  There were many things she mourned to have missed in both Fergus and Faith’s early years, but these years with them held their own treasures for which Claire was grateful to see, like Faith’s sleepy sweetness first thing in the mornings.  Claire brushed Faith’s hair out of the girl’s face. “Come with me. I’ll make us some tea and we can sit in the parlor.”  With Faith’s help, she found her way around Lallybroch’s kitchen, and the two of them snuck quietly to the parlor. They squeezed into a padded window seat together, taking in the morning sunlight across Lallybroch’s fields with quiet contentment.  “Faith, do you remember when you taught me what ‘my darling’ is in Gaelic?”  “Aye, when I was sick.”  “Yes.” Claire felt her heartbeat quicken, as though what she was about to do was illicit in some way. “Do you know… Do you know what mugrye means?” “Mo ghraidh?” Faith repeated, matching Jamie’s articulation. Claire could only nod. “Grannie says it means ‘my love.’”

no-pressure tagging my buds @walkinginland @theawkwardterrier @frasers-of-my-heart @forgetmenotsassenach17 and anyone else who has something to share!

[adsosfraser]

10 First Lines

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

(I'm going by latest updated not by the last "published" dates because that's too much work to search through.)

Eventide (everlark): Peeta lunged forward on the decorative rug stretched out before him for what was probably the fifth time that night.

Da mi diebus mille (jamieclaire): Claire Beauchamp stretched her legs up the three steep steps towards the entrance of the plane.

She Moved Through the Fair (everlark): All around, dandelions that have gone to seed whip around us, dotting the edge of the landscape of waving green grass where train and prairie meet.

I would recognise you... (jamieclaire - also longer line since the first were straight up book quotes): “I was dead. Everything around me was a blinding white. And there was a soft rushing sound like the wings of angels. I felt peaceful. And bodiless. Free of terror. Free of rage. Filled with a quiet happiness.” A soft warmth brushed my hand.

Blood Pearl/Neamhnaid Fola (jamieclaire): Jamie played with the scratchy ruffles sewed to the cuffs of his sleeves, impatient.

Wild Rose (everlark): The blue sky stretches for miles, letting the heat sneak in and saturate the air with a clinginess that can only ever belong to the final long stretch of days of the summer season.

The Sassenach Faerie (jamieclaire): The sun had not yet peaked over the grey monoliths up on the hill.

Soup of Life (outlander fix-it): It was a veritable feast for a small creature such as him.

Chocolate, churros, princesses, and scarves (jamieclaire): “Claire, mo ghraidh, mo Sorcha, I love ye so verra much-” Jamie gulped, the bob of his throat catching Claire’s eyes. “Will ye-” 

roses love sunshine, violets love dew (everlark): In and out. In and out. The blond lashes steady me.

no one tagged me in this but i do feel like taking some hostages with me so if you fancy joining 🫶: @atelierlili @mollywog @thesweetnessofspring @rosegardeninwinter @thesunpersists @littlemarianah @unnamednarrator @notsocooljess @lara-frasers @liberalk1tsch @liusaidh-writing

[scotianostra]

The Gaelic singer Calum Kennedy was born on June 2nd 1928 at Orosay, Isle of Lewis.

Calum spent his early years in a remote community without electricity or running water. But music and dancing were strong features of his upbringing with villagers regularly converging for ceilidhs and informal music sessions.

His father ran a bus service to and from Stornoway and the family became quite a focal point of the local community and not merely for the sound of melodeon and fiddles regularly heard in their home. When Calum was 10 they acquired a radio - "the first in our village" - a novelty that attracted many visitors and opened his ears to the wider musical world around him.

He regularly sang in church, but attributed his unusual range and powers of projection to wandering on the moors near his home and singing to the cows and sheep as a way of calling them home from the hill.

At this time he had no thoughts of a career in entertainment and moved to Glasgow to work on Clydeside as an apprentice plater. He didn't last long there and went through a series of abortive careers, including a brief period training to be a doctor, a spell as an accountant and three and a half years in the Army.

His sister then suggested he try his luck singing at the Glasgow Mod, a competition-based annual festival of Gaelic arts. Victory qualified him to compete in the National Mod held in Dunoon. He didn't win that year but it inspired him to take his singing much more seriously and resurrect the songs of his childhood, which he performed with rare zeal and passion.

In 1953 he met and married Anne Gillies, herself a fine Gaelic singer, and they started performing together. Calum took the gold medal at the National Mod in Aberdeen in 1955. It was a triumph that launched him to stardom.

Concerts followed in London and elsewhere, and his first recordings. He broadened his repertoire from Gaelic ballads and mouth music to incorporate English-language material and, with his mop of curly hair, boyish looks and dramatic sense of delivery, he caught the imagination of the public at large.

In 1957 he travelled by train to Moscow with another would-be singer and actor, Richard Harris, to compete in the World Ballad Championship, during which the two became good friends and Kennedy acquired a taste for drink and a reputation as a party animal. It proved to be a momentous trip as Kennedy beat 500 singers from all over the world, was presented with a gold medal by the Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev and got to perform at the Bolshoi Theatre.

He returned a hero and his subsequent recording career included many orchestrated populist songs, with material ranging from "The Skye Boat Song", "Bluebells of Scotland", "The Whistling Gypsy", "Ae Fond Kiss" and "Amazing Grace" to "Keep Right on to the End of the Road" and "Donald Where's Yer Troosers"? His most famous and most acclaimed interpretations, though, were the Gaelic love song "Peigi a Ghraidh" and Byron's tribute to his childhood in Aberdeen, "Dark Lochnagar". Later he composed his own material, like "No No Geordie Munro" and "The Skyline of Skye", though the best-loved was probably the sentimental evocation of his own roots on "Lovely Stornoway".

As powerfully emotive a singer as he was, however, it was his engagingly forceful personality that won the hearts of the public and his escalating fame throughout the Sixties was largely built on regular television appearances. He hosted the first live show on Grampian Television and also starred in his own variety show on STV, almost inventing the template for the archetype Scottish performer of the day with his quips, kilt and irrepressible beam presenting long-running series Calum's Celidh and Round at Calum's.

He lived an expansive life, making big money selling out venues all over the country with his own travelling show, while also leading a busy social and family life, with five daughters. Anne and the girls all featured in his television show Meet the Kennedys and for a while performed on stage as a family group, the Singing Kennedys.

However, luck turned against him in the Seventies. His wife died suddenly in 1974 at the age of 40 after being admitted to hospital for a routine operation. AIt him him really hard and about the same time he was afflicted by throat problems, he didn't sing for two years and when he did return he found that his theatrical approach had lost favour with a public that now saw his robust, kilted persona and sentimental singing as representative of a one-dimensional, stereotypical image of Scottishness. He diversified and became an impresario, buying Dundee Palace and Aberdeen's Tivoli Theatre, bringing Shirley Bassey, Frankie Vaughan and the Billy Cotton Band Show to Scotland.

He was never again to recapture his glories of the Fifties and Sixties, but continued to perform. In 1985 he was the subject of an unintentionally funny BBC documentary, Calum Kennedy's Commando Course, which followed him on a disastrous variety tour through the north of Scotland. In 1986 he married his second wife, Christine, and they had a daughter together, but divorced.

Despite persistent health problems that resulted in a heart bypass operation, he made a stage comeback in the 1990s and was still performing at the age of 70. He suffered a stroke in 2005 but there was a continuing awareness of his work through a couple of compilation CDs, The King of the Highlands and Sailing up the Clyde, of tracks recorded in his heyday.

His eldest daughter, Fiona Kennedy, has taken on his mantle as a television presenter and singer of Gaelic songs, she continues to tour and sing, her latest album coming just a month ago.

There are so many songs I could have chosen to post to celebrate Calums birth date but as it's my birthday today I have chosen my favourite song from him, The Skyline of Skye, the lyrics are below.....

The islands are calling me back home again And I long for the skyline of Skye. A lassie is waiting, sweet flow'r of the glen, 'Neath the beautiful skyline of Skye. I left her one springtime; oh, I loved her so! The blue mountains whispered, "You're foolish to go." As I sailed with the tide, something died here inside. How I cried for the skyline of Skye! In mem'ry I'm hearing the ghost of her tune That keeps haunting my heart with a sigh. It tells of her parting that sad afternoon. It's the song of the skyline of Skye. The road to the islands comes down to the sea, And that's where my love will be waiting for me, And together we'll stay till we're both old and grey 'Neath the beautiful skyline of Skye.

[dangerkittenclaws]

little number

server 141 valentine’s day exchange (thank you to @bunnyreaper for putting it all together)

my valentine is @angelofacidx <3

I had a lot of fun writing this as I obviously got carried away as I usually do! So enjoy and I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day lovely :)

simon x johnny x reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: MDNI +18, poly smut

“Something special is waiting for you!”

You hit send to the group chat between your two boyfriends and yourself. It's a picture of you posing in front of your full-length mirror wearing your new lingerie.

You got the set just for Valentine’s Day, a baby pink mesh bra and matching panties both with tiny white hearts dotted all over.

Simon and Johnny have been on this mission for the last two months and with some contact here and there, it’s never enough. They had been told they wouldn’t be home for another week and would be missing one of your favorite holidays.

“Goddamn”

“We need more pictures than that, lass”

You attach three more pictures of different poses. A close up of your bra with your nipples peeking through just behind the material. Another of you from the side, kneeling and leaning back on one hand with your back arched. And the last one from behind, showing off your round, plump ass with your panties off, hanging from your fingers on the other hand.

“My hands are going to ruin that little number and then your pussy if you keep playing like that.”

“Not if I get to her first.”

You love being a tease while they are away. Something about them only having each other and pictures and videos of you makes it more exciting. By the end of each mission, they practically act like dogs and are at your beck and call the moment they get through the door.

The night of the 13th rolls around and you get ready for bed. Once you’ve showered, shaved and gone through your round of care products, you put on a pair of soft pajama shorts and pick out one of Johnny’s old t-shirts. It still smells like him. You pull back the covers on the bed and turn on your favorite Disney movie to wind down. You don’t even remember shutting your eyes before you hear your alarm ringing too early in the morning. Little did you know though, they were currently walking across the tarmac with bags in hand to get on a flight back to you.

“Today won't be quite the same without you both”

“Happy Valentine’s Day <3” you text to the chat.

You don’t get a response back, but that’s to be expected sometimes. They are working, after all.

You wash up and dress for the day, grabbing your purse and jacket before heading out and locking the door behind you.

“Hurry up, Si! We got a pretty lady waiting for us!”

“She won’t even be home yet by the time we’re there. We still have to make dinner.” Simon laughs at Johnny’s eagerness, closing the car door as they step up onto the sidewalk.

They decide to split for a moment; Johnny goes to the left to get the dessert from your favorite little bakery and Simon goes right to run into the grocery store.

Johnny remembers your favorite, a small lemon raspberry cake, just big enough for the three of you to share.

“I love you sweetness” a text comes through. They must finally be having a break, you think.

“I hope you’re having a good day, mo ghraidh.” You smile down at your phone, quick to touch the keyboard to reply.

Simon gets all of the ingredients for a nice steak dinner and he doesn’t forget a bouquet of roses and baby's breath for you.

When they finally arrive home, they both work like a well oiled machine to set up the house for you in surprise. Johnny takes to lighting candles and scattering rose petals in your bedroom with a grin on his face while Simon commits to getting dinner made.

Luckily they finish with enough time to spare to wash themselves of their trip and a little make out session of their own as they share the steam of the shower. They restrain themselves to go any further, wanting to see you first.

Simon smirks as he trails his fingers across the little number you had sent, it hanging from your dresser drawer. He thinks of all the ways he’s going to have you tonight and reiterates the thought of tearing it off of your body.

“Siiiii! She’s home!” you hear, fumbling with your keys more.

They both nearly trample you over, two big dogs who still are puppies at heart. Simon gets to you first, squeezing you tight.

“Si... can’t… breathe..” he instantly loosens his hold, only for Johnny to envelop you both in a bear hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day bonnie!”

“I thought you guys weren’t home for another week, Price said!” you smiled wide, tears in your eyes.

Johnny kisses you like his life depended on it. Simon shoves your purse off of your shoulder, making room for his lips to be on your neck.

“So did we, but it finished early and lover-boy here made us all dinner.”

“I… really? I’m sorry, I’m just so happy to see you both.” you cry.

You kiss Simon on his beautiful scarred lips before Johnny takes your hand, leading you to the dining room to show you what they had put together.

“This is so sweet of both of you. I wish I knew you were going to be home in time, I would’ve done something too.”

“You are something enough, lovey. Now sit, you need to eat so you can keep up tonight,” he winks at you.

“Simon’s right, those pictures just don’t do your body justice, hen.”

Your outfit choice for the day probably wasn't helping their lingering eyes. A black mesh long sleeve with a low cut vest paired with some black wide leg slacks. You regularly pushed the boundaries of business casual in your office. The vest showed off your generous cleavage through the mesh in the right light.

“Looks like you get to see it for yourself right here in front of you.” You take a sip of your water, letting the condensation run down your hand, down your wrist before setting the glass down. Their eyes follow your fingertips as you slowly trail over your own jawline to your lips, pretending to be as innocent as possible.

You can practically see them drooling. You take another bite of garlicky steak, and another bite of buttery mashed potatoes, but not before using your lips to shape it to your spoon.

“So, how was your flight in, then?” you start, trying to act as if you didn't want to maul the two men in front of you.

You stab another chunk of meat, making sure to soak up as much juice as you can before lifting it to your lips. You purposefully let the red flow from your lips, enough to make a trail down your neck to the middle of your chest. You put on a practiced surprised look as you reach for your napkin. You didn't even make it that far before you heard the chair across from you sliding against the tile.

“That’s it,” Simon growls out. He quickly moves his chair back, standing to his full height before stepping towards you. His hand is around your throat, making you instantly look up to him with pleading eyes before he pulls you out of your chair and against his chest.

You smirk inside your brain, you made his resolve break before you even got halfway through dinner.

“You just couldn’t behave yourself, could you, lass?”

You glance at Johnny to the side of you.

“Of course she couldn’t, the little whore is just as desperate as we are.” Simon has his lips on your own just as he’s finished speaking, swallowing every noise you make.

You whimper and squirm against his strong hold. You notice Johnny's warmth come up behind you. You feel his hands gliding over your hips, fingertips digging into soft skin. Its almost sensory overload as you get attacked from both sides.

Lips and hands on every inch of skin they could find and claim as their own. One particular hickey being made on your neck makes you moan out.

“I've missed those sweet sounds of yours, lass, so much.” Johnny rambles as he comes up for air.

Your hands wander too, between Simon's chest in front of you and Johnny's thighs that are flush with the backs of your own. You still feel like being a tease as you reach backwards towards Johnny with one hand. You firmly rub the palm of your hand along his hard cock that’s still confined to his fitted jeans. He bites off a whimper that escapes him when he feels you grasp around his entire cock.

You feel Simons smirk against your lips when he hears this, you know he has a special deviation when he has two submissives. Your other hand reaches up and around Simon, scratching at the hair on the nape of his neck before digging your nails in lightly. Your nails are his kryptonite. You can practically see his eyes roll back and he smiles evilly.

Before you can think of your next move, you're being picked up and carried to the bedroom. You yelp in surprise.

You're thrown onto the bed, Simon clawing at your clothes in an effort to discard them to the floor. He succeeds as Johnny does the same to him. Simon takes the back of Johnny's neck into his hand, giving him a squeeze that makes him melt like putty in both his hands and mouth. You can feel your pussy clench at the sight of your two men kissing each other.

Once Simon has had his fill, Johnny refocuses his attention to you, knowing what he wants right away. He pulls you up onto all fours and sheds his jeans. His thick cock bobs in front of your face and your eyes go wide. He takes a fistful of your hair and your mouth opens.

“Look at tha’, trained her so good Si, ready to take cock at any moment,” he mumbles out.

He slides his cock into your mouth easily, moaning out at the warmth enveloping him. You do your best to try to take him in all the way before he hits the back of your throat. You gag a little at first but keep sucking, you’ve missed him so much. The hand he has in your hair tightens as he curses out as the other reaches down to play with your nipples. He just cant help but to start to fuck your mouth a bit faster. Your breath tries to keep up, but tears start to run when a smack comes across your ass from behind.

“You like when he face fucks you, huh?”

You try to respond but all you can do is moan around the cock in your mouth. You look up at Johnny for the first time to see his eyes half lidded, full of lust.

“God I love yer eyes when my cock is in yer mouth.” He wipes away blackened tears that are running down your face. He doesn't stop thrusting.

Simon takes this opportunity to spit in his hand and start stroking his cock before he gets up behind you. You feel his weight shift the bed and it gets you excited. You know your pussy is glistening wet without having to look. Getting talked to like that will make that happen.

You push back against him when you feel his hand on your inner thighs, lining himself up with your entrance.

Simon groans out as the tip of his cock slides in between your velvet folds. You close your eyes until you’re full to the hilt with him.

“This pussy was made to take my cock, love.”

He sets a pace that makes your body rock forwards, taking in more of Johnny each time. Simon reaches a hand around and sets an equally fast pace against your clit that's slick with the two of you.

You’re being used from both ends and your mind starts to feel fuzzy. Johnny pulls out of your mouth when he sees you’re about to cum. He jerks at his cock a few times as you moan out loudly, arms shaking. He looks up to see Simons eyes closed, hands gripping your hips as he fucks into you and he comes onto your face.

You open your glazed over eyes when you feel warmth hit your skin.

That's when Simon pushes you down to your chest, making your back arch and ass press flush against his hips.

His thrusts become uncoordinated but no less powerful until he finally slows with another long groan. He cums deep inside your cunt that's still pulsing around him.

All three of you sigh, releasing the tension that's built up for a little more than two months.

You instantly curl up onto your side, exhausted, not wanting to leave your soft bed and two lovers. You feel a warm cloth wiping both your face and pussy shortly afterwards.

You’re still deep within your mind with a smile on your face as you hear Johnny, “Looks like that little number in the drawer will have to be ripped off another night.”

[christiwhitson]

“I never thought there could be worse ways to travel than by sea,” he admitted, and I nodded empathetically.

“I doubt you’d enjoy brooms or portkeys either, but floo travel isn’t so bad. At least they’re all faster than a boat,” I replied, gesturing over my shoulder.

Jamie peeked out onto the street, eyes wide with shock at the irrefutable proof that we’d traveled from the Scottish Highlands to Central London in the time it would’ve taken him to draw his dirk.

“Aye, I’ll give ye that one.” He stood silently for a moment, just observing the oblivious bystanders with a thoughtful expression. “Do ye think I’ll ever get used to it?”

“To apparition? Yes, the first time’s always the worst. Though, I can’t say you’ll ever enjoy it.”

“Nay, to… to magic, I mean. Do ye think there’ll ever come a day when ye do something impossible right before my eyes and I just… take it in stride?”

I smiled softly and slipped my hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze as I let my love for him float across the bond and wrap around him like his warmest plaid.

“Someday, yes. You’re already on your way. I promise it won’t always seem so strange. I know it’s disconcerting at times, and I’m just so thankful you’re open-minded enough not to be afraid of it,” I admitted.

He met my gaze and cupped my cheek in his hand.

“I’ve never been afraid of you, mo ghraidh. Only that I’ll no’ be able to keep ye safe because I canna do the things you can do.”

“I don’t need you to be able to do those things, Jamie. I need you just the way you are. You keep me safe every day--just by being mine.”

[agentmarvel]

Thanks for doing these! They’ve been fun to read 😁

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🩷 fluff

🧼 soap

“IKEA date”

thank you for reading, and thank you for sending one! i've been so excited to write soap!

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"Bonnie, lookit tha'!" One arm leaves your waist as Johnny eagerly points to a large, pale green kitchen hutch. Two hours in, your camera roll was already flooded with pictures of model numbers, only a few of which you'd chosen.

"No expenses spared, mo ghraidh," he'd said. "Anything yer wee heart desires."

Just over two weeks ago, Johnny had asked you to move in with him. You haven't been dating too terribly long, just under a year, but when you mentioned you were contemplating renewing your lease or moving, he jumped on the chance.

It was surprising, frankly. Given the time you've spent apart due to his job and the fact that you'd never really talked about a future together, it felt so out of the blue. But when you questioned it aloud, free of skepticism, Johnny merely shrugged.

"Sweetheart, when ye know, ye know. And trust me, ah've known since day one."

It didn't take much to agree - just the assurance that this wasn't the typical military rush.

"Oi! Lookit tha' table, bon." He points to a polished, mahogany stained table with dark gray chairs. It's a set of six, and you raise an eyebrow.

"I don't think we need that many chairs for just the two of us."

"No, no. Not jus' tha' pair. Havin' the mates over, yer parents, maybe some wee lil' bairns someday. We can grow into it."

He gives your hip a gentle squeeze before herding you off towards the kitchen supplies.

[allemantheias]

Trauma together.

Word count: 1298 ~ AO3 has a version of this story with Alejandro.

TW: Past Sexual Assault, Sexual Assault Recovery, Childhood Trauma, Trauma Recovery, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pet Names, Comfort, Endearments

Nameless OFC tells Soap about her mom's boyfriend, who sexually assaulted her as a kid. She's worried that it's too early in their new relationship to talk about heavy topics like this. There was nothing to worry about.

M’eudail (May-dall) – Darling Mo ghraidh (Mo ghry) – My love

"Mo ghraidh, why haven't you answered any messages today?" Johnny enters my bedroom and as he sits next to me, he places a hand on my back. One of my roommates must've let him in. "Why are you in bed? Are you okay?" I throw the weighted blanket off of me and sit up with a sigh. He's going to see I cried my eyes out. I've never cried around him before! "M’eudail, why have you cried?" Worried, his hand cups the side of my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. "Talk to me, baby, please." "Is it too early in our relationship to talk about our past?" We only started dating three months ago. "Could be, but if it's affecting you like this, it may be good for me to know." "Talking about it may make me feel better." I breathe in deep to collect as much courage I can get this quickly. "You have some time tonight? I don't know how long it'll take to tell." "I have to be at base later tonight, but until then I'm all yours. Depending on how you feel, you can come with me if you want." "I don't want to sleep alone tonight." I grab a few decorative pillows from the end of my bed and put them in between me and the wall. Johnny joins me and pulls the heavy blanket around us. "I went to my nephew's birthday today. My mom and youngest brother were there, because it's my sister's kid. My mom didn't care to mention that her boyfriend was on his way to pick them up and when I heard her say that he was five minutes out I panicked and wanted to leave immediately. I said my goodbyes and as soon as I walked along the road, a car drove past me, stopping a little in front of me on the opposite side. I didn't look and just kept walking. It was better for my mental health to not confirm if it was really him or someone that lived in the house the car stopped in front of, but I could feel it was him. In my mind I was begging that he didn't recognise me. While on my way home I was fighting a full on panic attack in public. When I got home I went to bed and gave in to the emotions." Johnny rests his hand on the top of my thigh and in response I place both my hands on his bicep. The feeling of his strong arms makes me feel safe and I look up at him. "Are you okay?" With a warm smile on his lips, he kisses mine. "As far as I can be." I continue with the story.

"This is today's issue, though. The reason for that is what he did to me when I was fourteen. My back was hurting and he offered me a massage, as he used to be a masseur. Saying no was not something I was good at and I let him go ahead. When he kept touching my sides and not only my back, I got too uncomfortable, told him it was enough for now and went to bed in the middle of the afternoon. He came to the bedroom a few minutes later and the top bunk bed was the perfect height to get his hands under my shirt. I don't know what would've happened if I laid on my back, but I'm so happy I was laying on my stomach. I don't remember how long it went on for, but it felt like I was frozen for an hour before I got the courage to stop it.

I've lived with my grandparents permanently since I was twelve, and I wanted to go home as soon as possible, even though I normally stayed with my mom from Friday afternoon till Sunday evening, once or twice a month. That was the last time I went and since then I've tried to see her and my brothers as least as possible. I only see them on birthdays, or some family events like the fiftieth anniversary of my grandparents, last May.

My mom is really inconsiderate about it and assumes trauma like that is gone in a few weeks or months. If I have to believe my grandma's stories, she was a troubled kid since she got epilepsy, and in her teens she got diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. I'd like to think that's the reason she says things like 'are you still not over that?' when I said her boyfriend was the issue for what he did then, when she asked why I didn't want to come over anymore. I'm happy the people in my family that know about it have always supported me.

Sometimes it makes me feel like I made drama out of nothing, because my mom told her boyfriend, of course, and he had to go to the hospital with heart problems because of it. I feel bad for that. He did do it to my sister too, twice even. But I still feel I overreacted."

"No, baby, you did not blow it out of proportion at all. He's the adult, he should have stopped when you told him to. Honestly, he shouldn't even have thought about 'massaging' you. Adults shouldn't touch kids, period. Don't blame yourself for that." Johnny embraces me tightly. "If he ever comes close to you, I'll shoot him in the foot. As a first and last warning." "I still have fairly regular nightmares about it and I can never get away. I'm so powerless. It ruins my well-being for multiple days after. Worse than how today affects me. Sometimes the guy doing it changes into someone else. Sometimes he's a family member, a friend, or.. even someone I'm dating." "M’eudail, I'd never do such a horrible thing to you." Johnny lifts my chin with his hand, makes me look into his eyes. "I know, but the nightmares just.. happen. I have no control over them, or in them. I'm at the mercy of whatever my brain decides to put me through." "Please, talk to me whenever you need, baby. Even if you have to wake me up in the middle of the night. I will get in my car and drive here any time of day, no matter what I'm doing or how busy I am." He holds my head with both hands and kisses me. "I love you." My heart flutters wildly and my body temperature spikes and I'm sure my cheeks are bright red. That's the first time he says it! The first time he tells me he loves me! "I- love you too." I whisper.

We intimately cuddle like this until his phone rings. With a sigh he lets go of me and takes his phone out of his pocket. The lit up screen lets me know it's Kyle and I zone out with the side of my head against Johnny's chest, listening to his comforting heartbeat, as he takes the call.

"Want to get take out or cook something at base?" "I'd love to cook something together in such a massive kitchen." I love cooking and I take every chance I get to be in there. "Ready to go?" Johnny reaches out his hand. I take a last look through my bedroom to see if I'm not forgetting anything. "I am." I grab his hand and follow him to his car. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, it's a relief that you know now." I was afraid that it was too early to talk about this, but I was scared for nothing. "I'm glad you told me." He steals a kiss from my lips and starts the car. Off we go.

[statell]

New Chapter Posted by KristyMuir

[annagoober]

Author update

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wednesday 100: (2)40 Years

Claire wasn’t a morning person. Jamie knew this about her, and still, when it was his hand brushing over her unruly curls, his lips trailing along her jaw… Well, there were worse ways to be woken up, and she couldn’t find it within herself to bear a grudge when her first sight of the morning was his soft smile and love-brimmed gaze aimed at her.

“Morning,” she croaked.

“Happy birthday. What are ye now, 240? Ow!” He rubbed the skin where she’d pinched him.

“Want to try that again?”

He grinned and kissed her softly, unhurriedly. “Happy 40th, mo ghraidh.”

[adsosfraser]

Chocolate, churros, scarves, and princesses

A modern au one-shot of Jamie and Claire

“Claire, mo ghraidh, mo Sorcha, I love ye so verra much-” Jamie gulped, the bob of his throat catching Claire’s eyes. “Will ye-”

The yes was on the tip of her tongue. And she was hoping more things would be on the tip of her tongue after an enthusiastic yes and vigorous round of celebration in their flat.

The light of the candle flickered in his blue eyes, darkened by the ambient lighting of the restaurant. His hand reached to hold hers, unsatisfied with just holding the one. She hadn’t felt a hard imprint in his pants or his suit jacket when they were pressed up against one another earlier, well other than the one she was intimately familiar with for almost two years now. But there was something about tonight. It was their first anniversary. Well, officially. Her cheeks flushed the entire day with thoughts of their more than adequate remembrance of it that morning. Being almost twenty minutes late to her shift was well worth it. There was a ring somewhere. She was sure of it.

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