#johnny soap mctavish cod

[scoobywrites690]

Soap’s the type of man who would make you wear his dog tag when you rode him. Just so he could see it bounce between your tits as you move up and down on his cock. 

Thank you for listening to my ted talk.

[lacelinedcorpse]

Imagine being Soaps!Roommate.

Going out early in the morning to catch post-halloween sales but, coming home with a Christmas tree. Sharing socks and sitting on counter tops. Holding hands in a haunted houses and getting climbed like a tree.

Getting wasted and watching him drool all over freshly washed bed sheets, making up for it in kisses and scrambled eggs. Sharing jokes about the teams sleeping habits while setting up the tree and praying he keeps a secret for once during the new years celebration everyones gathered for.

Spoilers ahead

Becoming the first person he wants to see in the morning, and the last he wants to see when the hospital monitors go cold. Doing all you can to stay strong and support his family while sorting out his will and belongings. Getting left salt stricken as you go collect the post and finding a letter in the mail box lumpy and cold.

Soaps!Ex-Roomate who left not even a widow but still with his ring.

[boolger]

I see no difference

[softaestluv]

Johnny who makes it everyone else’s problem that he hasn’t got laid in weeks, that he’s so fucking pent up he can feel it in his teeth. Won’t stop his Scottish whining that his hand isn’t enough, needs a warm cunt to fuck or he’ll go insane.

So, you take one for the team, let him fuck all his pent up cum inside of you because you don’t think you can hear another description of how sad his hand feels. Hope to get him to shut the hell up.

But now he just won’t stop whining about needing to fuck your cunt.

[devil-in-hiding]

something something reader is a bartender at a popular little pub, and night after night you are hit on by men so plastered you often have to sigh and call over one of the guys you work with the idiots end up vomiting all over themselves (sometimes it’s worse than vomit but thankfully you can count those incidents on one hand)

you think by slipping on your grandmothers old wedding ring, it will sway men from hitting on you at work. And it does, there’s still some that try to test their luck, but the minute you flash that pearl on your finger they’re scurrying off to find their next target.

Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, sitting themselves in front of you with big grins on their faces as they watch the game on the tv overhead.

They’re all sweet, a little cocky at times but nothing that one of their grins or sly remarks can’t make up for. They ask how their favorite girl is doing when they return from longer missions, genuinely listening as you fill them in on the things that have happened since they’ve been away.

Perfect gentlemen.

Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush.

You filling glasses when you hear the chime of the bell and a familiar laugh fill the pub.

“Was wondering if I’d see you boys tonight.” You smile, motioning for them to give you a moment as you serve the other patrons.

When you slide back over to them, you immediately reach for their usual glasses, grabbing your cloth to wipe them off, when a hand clamps around your wrist and you jump, nearly dropping the glass as Ghost turns your hand over in his.

“Trouble at home pretty?” Price comments, concern etched on his face and it takes a moment for you to catch on, and you can’t help the little giggle that spills out.

“Oh! My ring… It’s kind of a funny story. I uhm.. I’m not actually married.” You laugh, expecting them to laugh along with you, but all you feel are four pairs of eyes piercing into you.

“Come again?” Gaz asks, voice a tad deeper than usual and you ignore the chills it sends down your spine.

“I started wearing it so some of the drunkards would leave me be, kind of forgot about it, just became habit.” You chuckle nervously, hand still in Ghost’s grasp and he’s eyeing you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“Hm. Interesting.”

[beloveds-embrace]

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

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

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

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

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

It’s hot.

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

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

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

“My lady-“

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

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

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

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

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

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

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

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

“John.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unsatisfied.

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

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

dukedom au masterlist

Part two

[rawme-price]

Price fucking reader while the rest of the 141 are visiting, bc hes not gonna be told he cant fuck his beloved in his own damn home, right?

Except ur moaning "fuck- john- right there! Please! John please, cmon-" and soap just so happens to be in the guest bedroom closest to u, hard as a rock and wide awake. He cant help palming himself over his loose sleep shorts, imagining its him ur begging for and not his captain. He feels so guilty but cant help coming to the sound of his name on ur lips. (Little does he know u and price totally planned this lol)

[sugarcherris]

Blowing a kiss to Johnny “Soap” MacTavish is like pulling the pin on a glitter grenade—you never know where the spark’s gonna land.

It’s always a gamble.

You think you’re being cute.

You think he’ll catch it with a wink, maybe tap his heart like a gentleman.

One moment he’s beaming, catching it mid-air with dramatic flair like it’s a bloody dove, eyes glinting like he’s just intercepted enemy comms. Smacking it dramatically onto his chest with a proud “Ach! Right in the ticker! you spoil me, bonnie.” he’ll murmur, staggering backward like you just shot him with a Cupid .50 cal.

The crowd swoons. Children cheer. Birds sing.

The next time?

Public place. Full squad around. Briefing room. You blow that kiss and he catches it with two hands… locks eyes with you… then—with full confidence and zero shame—plants it straight on his crotch. Smack. Hands on his hips. Grinning like a menace. “That’s where I felt it, lass. Don’t lie.”

Everyone turns.

Gaz groans. Ghost doesn’t even look up. Alejandro claps. And Price? He sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, “For the love of bloody God, Soap…”

Soap just winks at you across the room like he did you a favor.

It’s 50/50 chaos. You blow that kiss, you’re playing Russian Roulette with your dignity.

[goaskangel]

cw :: noncon creampie, pleasure-drunk reader, babytrapping

johnny’s breeding kink couldn’t be any more obvious by the way he was fucking you, but you stayed oblivious. you never realized just how much he wanted a family with you, just how much he wanted to see the bump on your stomach swell because of him. 

you’d gracefully forbid him of fucking you without a condom, or at the very least not coming inside you. kiss him generously so it gets through his head but you still don’t notice how much he’s trying. keeping a hefty arm around your hips in doggy so you can stay angled; he keeps focus on the back of your head and imagines, instead, his raw cock pumping cum into your walls down to your womb. 

or when you ride him and his eyes, hypnotized on how your little pudge bounces, imagine his seed shooting up whilst you keep riding and dropping your hips as if you were fucking his kids right into you. 

so naturally, at a certain point he loses patience. conveniently for him, you happen to be ovulating and a sucker for his charismatic words. 

he preps you gently and swipes the hair out of your face, telling you, “mah lass, sweet enough to let a mutt like me raw in ya cunt.” teasing his sticky, much too aroused tip in your soppy pussy. you keep your arms a hold of him, kissing his warm neck and ear overly as he slips his cock into you. he swears it—everytime you bless him with the opportunity of fucking you unprotected, just himself inside of you, he can’t help himself. you yelp gently as he digs his growls loudly against your shivering neck. 

and johnny fucks you good and thorough. hips pressing up on you as he bottoms out in your warm, tight cunt—you wonder why you don’t let him do this more often. he whispers against your skin like he’s trying to imprint his praises under you, inside. you’re completely drunk off of it, too much into it that you don’t notice his yet again focused face as he sits back on his knees. 

watching how beautifully you take in his thick cock with every quick thrust he makes, you certainly wouldn't mind if he were to shoot his load deeply and nicely into you, right? with all the pre he’s been pumping into you and dribbling out, he might as well have already gotten you fertilized. 

so he does, with no hesitation, pump your needy cunt with his potent cum. pushing his hips deep to you and releasing with a loud moan and shudder. you freeze, 

“..johnny–” 

“fuckin’..finally..” 

“johnny no—pleaseno—get off of me-” 

“wassa ma'er, hen? yer needy cunt wouldn’t le’me go! had no otha choice.” 

“doesn’t mean you can fucking come inside of me!” trembling hands and a burning up face, you try pushing him away from you, wincing at his kisses, “oh are you fucking serio—”

“ah'll make it up tae ye, ah swear. lemme help.” he pulls his still weepy cockhead out and keeps you held still, going down with your thighs pinned open and watches how your folds dribble out his hot semen slowly, he put it way deep inside—smiling at the thought. 

before you whine again, he presses a hefty kiss against your throbby clit. his poor baby, he thinks, hasn’t come yet, it’s no fair. so he’ll make it up to you! slithering fingers up into your gooey walls and rolling them gently whilst licking and kissing your swollen bud. 

you would’ve been opposed to it because there’s no way fingering it out would prevent pregnancy but the way his textured fingertips roll in waves and rub up on your g-spot, you couldn’t be. johnny’s hot tongue slobbering like the mutt he is on your juicy folds, making you drunk once more, drunk enough so you won’t notice how he’s practically fucking his thick cum deeper into you!

[scoobywrites690]

Was going to reread your fics and saw that you are looking for an idea… the airline freaking lost my luggage and it’s day 5 with no news and it sucks ass.

ANYWAYS what if reader also lost her luggage while she’s visiting johnny (pre relationship or maybe they’re just “friends”) and he goes feral seeing her in his clothes?

I’m so sorry that they lost your luggage and that they still can’t find it. Hopefully you get it back, I’m routing for you and your luggage 🤞🏻💕

Anyway though, this request is scrumptious. I love it. In my eyes Johnny’s a bit feral when it comes to anything to do with his partner/crush but you in his clothes 😫 you’re gonna kill the man.

(Btw I don’t really know how the airline deal with lost luggage so I’m not sure how they tell you I’m just making it up as I go)

Johnny seeing you in his clothes🤭

With the airline losing your luggage as well as multiple other people’s, your annual stay at Johnnys is almost a disaster. But it’s salvaged by the few clothes in your carryon and some of Johnnys old clothes that are a bit snug on him now.

Even though Johnny said it was fine for you to wear as many as you need, you still didn’t want to ransack his drawers. Trying to hold off as long as possible but, it came to the point where you couldn’t keep spraying your clothes down with perfume to mask that they’ve been worn more than once.

So, you gathered up the few worn pieces you had, threw them in the washer and wandered into Johnny’s room to find something to wear. Wandering around in just your underwear was fine at the moment as Johnny had gone to grab some snacks as you were planning to have some sort of movie night together.

Digging through his drawers has you pulling out a T-shirt that you pull over your head, the fabric stopping just at the tops of your thighs. Continuing your search for something for your bottom half.

“Fuck me, lass” is all you heard from the doorway of Johnny's bedroom. And there stands Johnny frozen still in the doorway, with his eyes wide looking like they’re about to pop out his head. As you stand in his room with nothing but an oversized T-shirt on and your lace panties slightly peaking out from the bottom.

"What are ya tryna kill me?" Johnny questions as you scramble around trying to cover yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny" You stamper out "I didn't think you'd be back yet" You explain.

"It's alright, don't apologise. Just cover yourself up I'm beggin ya" Johnny says his voiced sounding strained as adverts his eyes. an obvious tent forming in his trousers.

"You okay Johnny?" You ask a teasing tone to your voice, deciding then and there that you'd test the waters a bit.

"I'm fine" he says almost sounding strained as he continues to look anywhere but at you. refusing to meet your gaze

"Johnny" You say taking a step towards him "I think you've got a problem" You say trying to hold in your laugh as you point to the raging hard on.

"Fuck, yes I know" Johnny's says, his face twisting up into one that could be described as pain "And you're not helping right now lass. Standing there in nothing but my shirt and those sexy little panties, fuck me it's like you're tryna kill me" Johnny says frustration lacing his voice.

You're not sure how it happened. It was all very much a blur but next thing you know you're on the bed, legs spread out wide showing off your pretty little cunt to johnny. He doesn't waste any time before he's diving in for a taste of the things he's been craving.

His tongue instantly glides in between your folds lapping at your sweet sweet juices. his mouth latching onto your clit has your hips jerking up at the sudden sensation. Strong burly arms wrapping around the tops of your thighs soon have that problem sorted, locking you in place so you can't wiggle away from him.

His chin most definitely dripping in a layer of your slick, but that doesn't stop him. he continues his assault. his fingers are able to slide into you so easily. pumping your poor little pussy until your squeezing around his fingers as your orgasm comes crashing down.

But he doesn't let you recover, not even wasting a second before he's pushing your legs back. knees pressed to your chest as he's sliding his tip past the entrance of your weeping hole. a sharp hiss leaving his mouth at the sudden warmth and tightness that engulfs his aching cock.

Hands coming down on either side of your head as he pushes himself down on top of you, folding you in half has him bottoming out inside of you.

"Fuck me, lass" Johnny says through gritted teeth as he pulls his hips back before snapping them back into you, his cock ramming deep inside your pussy.

"If I had known you'd have looked so good in my clothes. I would have had you in them ages ago" Johnny tells you as he lets his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze at your skin before they're biting down onto the tender flesh that connects your shoulder to your neck.

You can't help but let the lewdest sounding moan escape past your lips. Your pussy clenching in reaction to the sharp pain of the bite.

"Don't do that, darlin" Johnny mutters coming up to meet your gaze "or i'll finish faster than I want to"

"Please Johnny" You whine out "I need it, please"

and that's all it took for Johnny to pick up the pace. His cock rammed in and out at a brutal pace. his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. the sound of his hips connecting with the back of your thighs fills the room as Johnny bottoms out over and over again. Your pussy clenched so tightly around him that every vein can be felt rubbing against your walls sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"i'll have you" - "In nothing but panties - "and my shirts" - "All the time" He says between thrust "And I'll fill" - "This pretty pussy" - "Full of my cum" - "Every time" He says as he thrust into you hard a few more times before hes spilling his seed inside you.

(I gave it a quick scan but i haven't properly proof read so i apologise for any mistakes)(not sure if he’s feral enough throughout this so I might have to redeem myself in the future)

[spurbleu]

kinda a continuation of this, but Johnny finally getting to fuck you after being in the friend zone for years and being a bastard about it. implied breeding kink.

it adds insult to injury that he’s good.

bent over your childhood bed, drooling on nostalgia and the dust that collected after your absence while abroad. he’s no different, barely able to fit through your front door, shoulders taking the brunt force of the decade he’s been away.

that, and his cock.

palm swallowing your moans so your families don’t hear how he ruins your cunt with it, thick middle reshaping the gums of your walls. you can smell the holiday perfume and champagne melting off your neck as he sucks under your jaw. it’s snowing outside, but the the flakes look bleary behind the tears that boils your waterline.

“y’should see yerself, doll-“ grunts when you flatten your ass against his pelvis, rutting deeper until you bite at his callouses, “a braw mess. must regret not lettin’ me n’yer cunt sooner, mm?”

pushes on your shoulder blades until your throat is stuffed with the feathers in your pillows. fastens his fingers around your hips and angles you just right so he’s brushing against your womb.

dandelion fires light behind your eyes, and you remember how a younger johnny used to talk you through counting them when you looked at the sun too long.

things change fast.

“fuck- squeezin’ me dry, aren’t ye,” he pants, lowering himself until he’s next to your ear, “even yer body knew y’always wanted me. fuckin’ made for me, precious. dinnae why y’held out fer so long.”

“ah- johnny don’t-“

“what? cum inside?” he laughs, and you burry your face into pillow case cotton when he quickens the pace, “why nae make tis permanent, yeah? have meh whenever y’need.”

buries himself to the hilt, and you feel warm confliction fill your womb in ropes until your shaking in the aftermath of your own orgasm.

holds your lower back as he leads you downstairs. plays with the kids while you get water and talk with the mothers.

he sends you a look after picking one up and blowing a raspberry into their stomach, and suddenly you’re aware that this was always going to happen.

and now there’s no way back.

[arabellasfvv]

When you blow johnny and just keep gagging and choking he'll most likely laugh at you. But because you don't just let things slide–that man needs to be put in his place anyway–you pull out one of your dildos, and tell him to suck it. He laughs incredulously at first, though not totally opposedto the idea. But once he saw the expression on your face he knows you're serious. And he was never one to turn down a challenge.

Safe to say he's gagging like a bitch. Can barely take half the thing without tears stinging at his eyes. And if you're mean you tell him, "well, that's pathetic, baby." In a mocking tone. (lt makes his cock twitch dw) and if you're even meaner you decide to 'help out'. Forcing the toy down his throat with your hand. Do it over and over. Like he does when fucking your throat without consideration. He's a mess by the end, sweaty, eyes red with tears flowing from them, drooled all over the toy, down on himself like some mutt. But some time during it he came without even being touched.

He doesn't make fun of you again.

[luvbabydoll]

crack blurb inspired by this post @sigh-tofm

you were just trying to enjoy your drink.

maybe flirt a little. maybe not. it was one of those nights—bored enough to entertain a conversation, but not quite desperate enough to start one.

so when the guy with the thick scottish accent slid up beside you at the bar, all easy charm and cocky grin, you didn’t immediately wave him off. he was cute. smug, but cute.

“my husband thinks you’re attractive,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

you blinked. “your what?”

he grinned, sipping his drink. “aye. told me to come over an’ say somethin’. said you’ve got nice eyes.”

your stomach dropped a little. husband? plural? open marriage? what kind of sitcom were you walking into?

he tilted his head toward the other end of the bar. “that’s him, by the way.”

you followed his gaze.

and immediately wished you hadn’t.

standing there like they owned the building—6’4, easily 250lbs of pure intimidation, wearing a goddamn skull balaclava in public like it was fashion week. black combat boots. gloves. arms crossed. and staring at you like you’d run over w dog and laughed about it.

you turned back slowly. “that’s… your husband?”

he nodded, like a proud husband. “ghost.”

you stared at him. “ghost?!”

“aye,” he said, like you were the one being weird. “don’t worry, they’re lovely. bit quiet. but he likes you.”

you risked another glance.

ghost hadn’t moved. hadn’t blinked. just stood there. watching. like they were waiting. and if you so much as breathed the wrong way, you’d be eating through a straw.

“he… doesn’t look like he likes me.”

johnny chuckled. “nah, he’s just thinkin’. probably already planned how he’d carry ye out the bar. over his shoulder, princess-style.”

your whole soul left your body.

“i think i’m good,” you said, already stepping away. “tell your husband thanks, but i’m not ready to meet god tonight.”

“he likes a challenge,” he called after you, way too cheerfully.

you didn’t stop walking until the air felt less murdery.

[devil-in-hiding]

okay we talk a lot about how mean and tough and what bullies the 141 would be in the bedroom

but can we have some goofy moments please

Simon having to collapse face down onto the bed because his legs have locked up from his orgasm, shoulders shaking from his muffled laughter as he tries to regain control of his limbs and breathing “fuckin hell love, milked me fuckin dry, jesus” reaching over, giving your ass an appreciative pat, grinning when your gorgeous laughter reaches his ears

Johnny just about knocking the two of you out in his hurry to pull you up for a kiss, hips never stopping as he groans, nudging his nose against yours as he grunts out a “sorry baby, moved ye too fast”, he is the king of accidentally falling off the bed whilst changing positions

Kyle who is a sweaty, panting mess and absolutely drops his body weight ontop of you once his energy has throughly been drained, only moving when you start to whine that he’s too heavy, “you’re on my hair kyle! ugh get off you’re so gross!” “mmm you still think i’m pretty though… god okay okay i’m going!”

John who bends your leg to far back and spends the better part of 15 minutes apologizing, massaging the muscle out for you as he stretches your leg, pressing little kisses along your ankle and calf. “i’m sorry pretty, didn’t mean to hurt my sweet girl..” trailing kisses up your thighs, meeting your eyes as he presses a sloppy little kiss to your clit

[beloveds-embrace]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

part 2

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[rawme-price]

Soap teasing u abt some insanely fruity cocktail ur drinking so u ask "do you want a sip?" And before he can grab ur glass u grip his jaw and pull him into a kiss. Literally forcing the drink into his mouth in front of the whole table, grinning when he swallowed and you lick into him for a moment to savor the taste.

Anyways ghost has to literally scruff soap to stop him from going down on u in the middle of a public bar lol