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[babybatgrimm]

Guess who's not dead!

Hello everyone! Long time in the void, but I'm back now!

Life has been crazy, but I've finally settled back into a rhythm again, so hopefully from now on I can get back to giving you all the depravity you probably followed me for ��

Hopefully soon I'll have at least one story for you, but for now, hoi!

Also if anyone is interested in PC/xbox games, hmu, wanna expand the group

[babybatgrimm]

Random question of the day!

Would you rather be followed everywhere by someone playing the flute or be surprised every day by someone playing a tuba?

For the sake of convenience I guess the flute but I don't like either option 🤣🖤

[babybatgrimm]

New Years Party

Summary: The night of the New Year's party.

Warnings: Fluff, GN!Reader, PDA

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! Hope you enjoy the mini party~

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

He's taking a deep breath and fiddling with his shirt cuff as he steps up to your door, the dress shirt feeling tighter than usual around his throat as he gently knocks his knuckles on the wood. “Just a minute.” He hears you call from inside.

He waits patiently, doing his best to control his heart rate as he stares down at his shoes. Moments pass by before the door creaks open, and his eyes are now met with your sleek black shoes. Trailing his gaze up your figure, noting the dark jeans and emerald green shirt, before his eyes connect with yours.

“Well don’ ye’ look dandy,” he smiles down at you, glad he wasn't the only one who chose jeans. “Shall we be off then?” And with a nod the pair of you leave for the party.

The hours passed by fairly quickly in the livelihood of the crowd. Soon enough, someone shouted it was time for the countdown to midnight, and of course, Soap being the social butterfly he is, had managed to lose you in the crowd.

His eyes scan every face before they land on you, standing off to one side with a drink, calmly chatting with someone.

He made a B-line to you, weaving through the various bodies in his best efforts to get to you. “I'll be damned if I miss this.” He internally scolds himself for being so far away so close to the moment he'd invited you for.

The countdown had gotten to ten by the time he'd made it to you, and with a strong grip he gently pulled you by the wrist to his chest, drawing you away from your conversation.

“Johnny?” A questioning gaze up at him as a warm blush heats your cheeks. The shouting of the crowd counting down in the background almost drowned out his reply.

“Almost missed the moment.” he says, and as the crowd shouts one, he dips you low, away from most everyone's eyeline, and connects your lips in a soft, but somewhat messy kiss.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

His posture is stiff as a concrete wall as he almost robotically knocks on your door, his hand falling back by his side as he waits, hearing you shuffle behind the door before replying “Hold on a second” before your footsteps get louder.

As the door swings open, his eyes lock onto yours before taking a quick scan of you. His gaze lingers on your shirt for a moment, studying the words printed on the front before connecting with your eyes again.

You giggle at him, raising a brow for a moment. “At ease, LT, it's just a holiday party.” You tease before stepping past him and closing the door. Your words pull a quiet grumble of a laugh from his chest before he motions for you to lead the way.

The night passes somewhat quietly for the pair of you. Ghost being the way he is, preferring to stay out of the way from most of the crowd, instead opting to sit at a table, drink in hand as he listens to you chatting away.

When the countdown begins, Simon stiffens, realising it was now or never for the moment. In a quick motion, he has you on your feet and in a darker corner of the room, away from prying eyes.

Before you could get a word out, the countdown ends, and the room erupts in cheers around you as Simon slips his balaclava up over his nose, planting a soft, but rather ungracious kiss.

He holds it for a moment before pulling away, peering down at you with unusually tender eyes. “Happy New Year.” His voice is quiet but loud enough amongst the cheering crowd.

John Price

He's already knocked on your door by the time it's in range, a little too eager, before fixing his shirt cuff. It only took a moment for you to open the door, your smile bright up at him as he gazed down at you, his eyes scanning down you for a moment before he smiles back. “Ready to go then?” He asks, gesturing to the side for you to step out.

Your smile grows as you giggle softly, you reply “such a gentleman today,” with a tease in your tone as you head down the walkway.

“Am I not every day?” He questions, following quickly behind you, now needing an answer to his, clearly very important, question.

The evening is shared with drinks and the smell of Price’s cigar smoke lingering in the air by the window you sat by. As the last of his cigar burns to ash, the countdown begins, prompting him to crush out the last of the smouldering ash.

He moves to your side, sliding across the edge of the table. “You know kid, I think you should stick around the team for a while longer.” He says, rather quietly next to your ear.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, looking up at him in question. The crowd shouting the countdown reaches zero, and as cheers erupt in the room, Price pulls his hat off, using it to hide your faces from the crowd as he connects his lips with yours.

A moment of surprise makes you stiffen before melting into the kiss, warm but controlled, measured. After a beat passes Price pulls away.

“Yeah, I do.” he says with a husky chuckle by your ear.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

He shuffled on his feet outside your door, revving himself up before finally making contact with his knuckles on the panel of wood. He listens to your shuffles behind the door for a moment before it swings open, and he's met with you smiling up at him. “You're late.” You tease with a small smirk.

He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Only by a minute.” He retorts with a grin. “Ready to go?” He asks, taking in your form and noting the dark blues in the fabric with a quick once-over glance of you.

You nod, moving out of the doorway and heading off toward the party, Gaz following close on your heels.

The pair of you spend your time chatting with others and occasionally dancing for the evening. The music loud and the crowd dense as everyone shuffles around each other. Gaz manages to guide you both away from the bulk of the crowd, finding a somewhat clearer area to stand in.

He gazes at you, a small grin pulling his lips as the countdown begins. “What?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I ever tell you how much I like your face?” He asks nonchalantly, grin growing slightly as he studies your expression. Your cheeks flush with heat as he scans over every detail of your face.

“N-no, you haven't.” You say slightly stunned at the question, leaning back slowly as Gaz continues to get closer.

“Well I do.” He says as the countdown ends, pressing his lips to yours in a hasty crash of soft skin. His hand snaking to the top of your hip as he holds the kiss for a few seconds, listening to the cheers from the crowd before pulling away.

Konig

He'd shown up earlier than he'd intended, too eager to get to the end of the night, so he decided to stand nearby. 'Until a more appropriate time.' He affirms himself, denying that he was just stalling.

A few minutes pass by before he finally knocks, harder than he meant to, hearing you call from the other side. “Hold on.” You say, moving around the room.

He takes a small step back to give you space when you open the door, looking up at him with a smile. His eyes crinkle at the corners of his eyes, peering down at you through his hood. “Evening. Ready to go?” He asks in his thick accent.

You nod, stepping out and closing the door behind you, “ready,” you say, smiling a little wider before walking away, Konig easily keeping up with, and then sort of struggling to walk slow enough for you as you make your way to the party.

Konig being the quiet creature he is, the evening was spent near the edge of the crowd near the large windows at the side of the hall. He'd listen to you talk the whole night, about whatever you wanted to, and when someone among the crowd shouts it's time for the countdown, the room cheers before the numbers are called out in unison.

Konig looks over at you, piercing blue eyes staring you down as he straightens up slightly in his place. Tilting your head in confusion, you look up at him and ask “you okay Konig?” He nods.

“You know, I invited you here fo’ a reason.” He says simply, turning to face you fully, towering over you with his stature.

“O-oh?” You question, a bit taken aback by his statement. “Well I didn't think there wasn't one I suppose.”

He chuckled softly, leaning down closer to you, encircling you against the window, shrouding you from the crowd behind his frame. Your eyes widen slightly at the proximity, leaning your head back to peer up at him.

“Koni-?” You're cut off before you can finish, the crowd erupting in cheers as the countdown ends, his hood pushed up to his nose and his lips colliding with yours, small stubble scratches at the soft skin as you melt into the kiss. You lean up onto your toes to reach him better as he pulls away, breaking the kiss with a chuckle.

“Yes, Liebe?” ‘Yes, Love?’

A/N: Sorry for the late post today, had a few things to fix before I could post it!

[babybatgrimm]

New Year's Party, Invitation

Summary: head cannons for the 141+ boys, how they ask you out to the new year's party.

Warnings: None, fluff, GN!Reader,

A/N: Hey everyone! Glad to be (hopefully long term) back! This is part 1 of 2, the night of the party itself I will post on new year's eve.

The Question:

It’d been a long mission, everyone was enjoying their downtime while they could. You'd decided that the best place to wind down was on the balcony overlooking a mountain range.

The fresh air blowing past in gentle waves, the smell of clay and oncoming rain in the air. You say on the edge, legs dangling off the edge of the balcony through the fence, arms gently resting on a rail.

After about an hour of letting your mind go blank, listening to the remaining birds chirping on the wind as the sun goes down, the harsh sound of the heavy external door interrupts the tranquillity.

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

He'd stepped out into the fresh air with a deep breath and a sigh, taking in the crisp air of the dusk.

Scanning the surrounding area, his eyes land on you, staring off into the distant mountains. He pauses for a moment before closing the door behind him with another harsh clunk. “Mind if I join ye’?” He asks, surprisingly quietly for the generally loud man.

With your gentle nod as permission, he walks over, his heavy boots thumping against the metal balcony before he sits beside you, mimicking your pose with his legs off the edge. He feels his heart start to race as he stares off into the distance with you, his mind following suit with doubt and wanting.

He clears his throat, gaining a sideways glance from you which heats his cheeks to a light red. “So uhh…” he says, louder than he intended, with a short pause he asks, “are ye’ going to the New Year's party next week?”

Your eyes drift to his already on you, clearly trying to hide the impatience in his eyes as he waits for an answer. A soft smile graces your lips before you answer. “You trying to ask me out, Mactavish?” A playful edge to your voice as you tilt your head to the side.

His face flushes a darker hue, glancing away at the question but wanting to stand his ground he puffs his chest out a little. “If I am?”

You give him a small smirk, pausing to feign thinking for a moment before replying, “I'd say you should pick me up at seven that night.”

Johnny is stunned by your words, blinking as you get up and dust off your pants. “If not-” you say, taking steps to the door inside, “-I guess I'll have to ask someone else.”

“I am.” He replies quickly, a little louder than he expected to.

With another small smirk you pause after hauling the door open. “Then you already have your answer, don't you?”

With another clunk from the heavy door, Soap is left alone on the quiet balcony, flustered but grinning to himself from ear to ear.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

His boots echo thuds up the side stairs leading to the balcony, hands shoved in his pocket as he rummaged for his pack of cigarettes. Finally pulling one out and lighting it, he puffs out a cloud of smoke into the gentle flowing breeze.

His eyes snap to you as he takes the final steps up the balcony, watching you stand from where you were sitting and wave away the smoke from your face.

He stops a few metres away from you, glancing down at the smoke trailing from his cigarette before he locks back onto you giving him a small glare.

“Got a problem with smoking?” He asks gruffly, his voice gritty against the quiet.

“I'm not exactly a fan.” You reply with a snippy tone.

“That a deal-breaker?” He asks, raising a brow at you, waiting for a response.

You roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest with a small huff. “I suppose it is. Why, you wanna ask me out?” Your tone is sarcastic as you level him with a glare.

To your surprise, he lifts the cigarette and puts it out on the back of the packet before he tosses it into the bin on the corner of the balcony. “Yeah. And I am. New year's.” He states, stepping closer to you and towering over you a small bit. “Eight o'clock?” He asks.

With a stunned blink you stare up at him before replying. “I'll be there.” You nod, voice quiet in the breeze.

John Price

He was on his way onto the balcony, a cigar perched on his lip as he attempted to light it. The breeze proves a difficult opponent in that task as his eyes wander their way to you sitting on the edge. “Something on your mind, kid?” He asks with a quiet huff of relent, stuffing his cigar away for later.

“Just trying to relax a little after that mission.” You reply with a soft sigh, languid eye trailing over to him.

“Don’t blame you on that one.” He hums quietly, taking a lean against the railing, standing beside you. “You did good kid.” The quiet praise on the breeze as he stares off to the mountains with you.

His words ring in your ears for a moment before you reply. “Thank you, sir.” You reply calmly, a small smile pulling your lips.

“You going with anyone to the party next week?” His question is stark in the silence, but his tone is so calm and casual it catches you off guard.

“No, I was gonna go by myself-” you reply after a moment's pause, “what about you cap?”

“I was hoping you would, if no one had asked you yet.” he says bluntly, looking down at you sitting beside him.

A small giggle and a smile spill from your lips. “Well how can I say no to that?” You ask sarcastically, teasing lightly back at him. He gives a warm chuckle at your words. “Shall we say, seven?”

A confirming nod from you as you smile at him. “Sounds good.”

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Trudging his way up the stairs to the balcony he sighs, feeling the breeze hit his face and quickly catching sight of you. “I see I’m not the only one with a fondness for the view up here.” He says calmly, a small smile on his face as he takes steps closer. “Mind if I join you?”

You smile back at him, glancing his way before nodding. “Of course.” You reply simply, leaning into the rail slightly more. With a small grunt he sits down beside you, leaning his weight back on his arms with a sigh.

After a few minutes of calm silence, Gaz finally speaks up. “hey uh… you going with anyone to the party next week?” His question is hesitant but convicted, like he’s psyched himself up to ask.

“No, nobody has asked me to go with them.” you reply simply, not thinking too much about the question.

“Well-” He begins, glancing occasionally over to you. “Will you go with me?” He asks with a bit more confidence in his voice. A small smile pulls your lips as you lean back to look at him.

“I think you could persuade me.” You reply with a soft giggle, Gaz can’t help but smile at your words.

“I’m all ears, as long as it ends in us going together.”

The pair of you share a small laugh as the sun sets.

Konig

He’d come looking for somewhere to get away from the team for a quiet moment alone. He hadn’t expected to find anyone on the balcony, least of all you. sitting alone on the edge with a wistful daze in your eyes. “You needed a moment alone too?” He asks gently.

a small sigh escapes you as you nod. “Long mission, needed the quiet.” You reply simply.

“I understand.” he replies, walking over with thumping boots. “May I sit with you?” He asks, peering down at you from his towering height. As you reply with a small nod, he lumbers his way down to the floor with you, taking in the scenery with a deep breath. “Too many people inside, no?” He smiles down at you kindly.

You return his smile, nodding slightly. “You’re not so bad though.” you say softly, looking up at him for a moment before focusing back on the landscape.

“Then maybe you’ll join me at the party next week?” His voice cracks ever so slightly on the word ‘join’ before regaining his composure.

You smile up at him. “I'd love to, Konig.”

Despite his mask, the squint of his eyes shows just how big his smile down at you is before he turns back out to the scenery.

[babybatgrimm]

I live!

Sorry for dropping off the face of the planet everyone, life got chaotic for a long while.

But things are chilling out now, so I should be posting my stories again soon!

Maybe even be able to squeeze in a short one for Christmas Eve/Day

[babybatgrimm]

The Puppy Maid Café | A Monster Fucker One Shot Series {Day 1, Opening Time}

Summery: A new cafe has opened on the outskirts of a city.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ SMUT, Teratophilia (monster fucking, duh), CNC (unknown partner), intoxication (aphrodisiac), fem!reader, knotting, humping/grinding, praise/degradation, breeding kink, mild choking mention,

A/N: this'll be a series, including a variety of dynamics, including fxm, fxf and mxm (let me know which other and what specifics you want in my inbox)

Each 'day' will follow a different employee of the Café~

The morning air is chilled, crisp and serene in the early hours. The sun hadn't risen yet, only giving a faint orange glow over the hills and trees spanning the edge of the city.

Her hands, snuggled into mitts, are curled around a warm travel mug, sipping occasionally as she walks down the street. Making her way to work, she is passed by few cars, and even fewer people as the frost on the grass begins to melt in the slowly warming morning.

The cafe had only just opened for business, but she had taken the time to learn her route to work before her first day. The first day.

Eventually, her gaze settled on the sweet, puppy themed café. Her new workplace. Walking up the few steps to the doors, she pulls out her keys, finding the key with a silicone key cover, a dog, of course, and slotting it into the door.

Stepping inside, she locks the door behind her before making her way to the staff room. Inside, she sees she's the first to arrive. 'Cool, I get to choose the music.' She thinks to herself as she slips out of her regular clothes, and into a black Lolita maid outfit, topped with matching puppy ears and tail. She had chosen a Husky for her breed when deciding her uniform.

The final touch to her uniform is her name tag, hung on the simple black band collar around her throat, the name 'Tundra' etched in sweet bubble lettering, two black paw prints engraved beside it.

Packing her clothes into her backpack, she hangs it on a hook and makes her way back out to the store front for setup. To her surprise, she finds a tall figure in the corner of the room. She freezes in place at the sight of the looming mass.

"U-um, excuse me? We're not open yet, I could've sworn I locked that door." She says, trying to be polite and pulling a smile, which wavers as the figure swiftly glides towards her.

As it gets closer, she realises that it's a man, tall and toned, dark brown hair falling shaggy around his face. His movements close the distance between them in an instant, using his stature to push her back, bracing his arms on the counter as her ass bumps into the wood.

She gasps softly as his head ducks down toward her, their lips softly grazing together as he takes a deep breath of her scent. "Tundra is a beautiful name." He growls in a low, grumbling voice, sending chills down her spine at his warm breath against her cheek.

"Th-Thank you.." she stutters, feeling her cheeks flush and her heart rate quicken, watching his head dip down to her shoulder, feeling soft kisses and small bites against her neck.

She can't help the soft moan that escapes her lips as he pushes against her, his thigh pressing between her legs and slowly grinding against her. Her eyes flutter closed, the sudden onslaught of touch clouding her mind as she allows more of the strangers touch.

Feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder, she lets out a yelp before feeling the soreness soothed with a cool sensation. The saliva that seeps into the somewhat bleeding bite mark clouds her mind further, her thoughts blurring together and her sense of touch heightened.

His continued touch flushes her face a deeper red, arching her back slightly before the mysterious man speaks again. "Turn around, puppy." He growls into her ear with a warm hunger.

She unquestioningly complies, spinning in place and leaning the front of her hips on the edge of the counter. She feels his hand run up the back of her thigh, lifting her skirt and flipping it over her back to expose her ass.

His other hand moves to her shoulder, pushing to bend her forward and lean her over top of the counter until she's laying against the cool wood. She feels fabric press against her, the bulge in his pants rubbing on her as he ruts against her ass.

The friction of the fabric against her sensitive clit pulling mewls and soft moans from her as her eyes flutter closed. She soon whines at the loss of friction, the friction moving away before she feels his hand run under the hem of her panties, pulling them down to sit at her knees.

Hearing a zipper, she feels the head of his cock slowly rub up and down her folds. The only thought she can form is 'That feels different.' before her mind is clouded by his cock forcing inside of her.

Her hole stretches to accommodate him, a pleasurable burning pulsing through her as she yelps. He growls quietly at her tightness, starting to rut into her, forcing against the friction as she slowly loosens around him.

Her whimpers of discomfort are soon taken over by moans, soft and blissful as she grips the edge of the counter with one hand. He leans over her, panting and groaning in her ear as he pushes deeper inside her.

She feels something start to bump against her, trying to push inside as he continues pushing deeper inside her. The slick that leaks from her hole with every thrust into her coats his cock and knot, helping him speed up and rut into her faster.

Suddenly, the lump she felt pushing against her with each thrust is forced inside, forcing a loud moan from her as she tosses her head back. He grunts and growls in her ear with each impact against her ass, one hand moving to clutch around her throat.

"Such a tight cunt, almost thought I wouldn't be able to knot you and breed you like a good puppy maker." He whispers into her ear, nibbling just below her ear, emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust. "You want that? To take my seed and have my puppies?"

She nods eagerly, dazed and mind a muddled mess, her weeping hole fluttering around him at his words. He groans at the feeling, forcing his cock as deep into her as he can, hitting every sweet spot inside her and pulling louder, blissful moans.

He only growls at her agreement, leaning down and biting her shoulder as he thrusts harder into her, each impact making a loud smacking sound as his hips meet her ass.

Her moans and his grunts fill the air, accompanying the sound of his thrusts against her. His grip around her throat tightens as he chases his high, bringing her to her own climax as a result. He growls as her walls tighten around him, his hips stuttering for a few thrusts before he cums inside her.

His thick, warm seed coating her walls, coming out in ribbons as he pumps every last drop into her quivering hole. He pants softly, his thrusts coming almost to a stop, but continuing to gently rut his seed into her, some leaking out around his cock and dripping down her inner thighs.

Eventually his knot softens, allowing him to pull out of her with a wet pop sound, his cum spilling from her and down her thighs. She pants heavily, still quietly moaning as she recovers from his cock as her legs shake.

She feels him lift her panties back up over her ass, back to where they originally were. She stands straight, turning to speak to the mysterious man but seeing she is now alone in the room, left wondering who he was, and quivering at the memory of what he'd just done to her.

She looks up at the clock on the wall, surprised to see it had been an hour, and that the café opened in two hours. She moves as fast as she can to prep for opening just in time to open the doors for customers.

For the remainder of her shift she thinks of one question no matter what she's doing.

'I wonder if he'll come back.'

[babybatgrimm]

Exhibition | Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Civilian!Reader

Summery: A morning walk with a very good puppy, and a drunken evening at the 141 base.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, exhibitionism/agoraphilia (public sex), collared sub, fem!reader, Dom!Simon, size kink, breeding kink, panty vibrator, Sir kink, reader nicknamed Puppy, degradation, Dacryphilia (Crying/tears), blowjob,

A/N: Kinky brain go BRRRRR.

A long one shot story, cause I felt like making a stand alone story.

"Lets go for a walk, Puppy." Simon suggests from the bathroom doorway, watching his partner do her skincare. "You can show off that little black dress I bought you."

She smiles at the idea, looking over at him. "Sounds nice." She replies. "Grab it for me?" She asks, which he nods before walking away.

He soon returns, holding a short, tennis style dress on a hanger, and a pair of Mary Jane heels. "Let's go to the café around the corner." Simon says, handing her the clothes. She smiles up at him.

"Sounds lovely."

The sun of the morning was warm, that air crisp, and the streets almost empty. Simon, insisting a morning walk was needed before the gathering he and his partner were to attend that afternoon.

And so, the pair walked down the street. Simon, as cool and collected as ever, strode down the sidewalk, paying no mind to the stares from the few people passing by. Of course, they stare with reason.

The stares are in fact directed to Simon's partner. A flustered, blushing mess, a thick black collar latched around her neck, a padlock sealing it shut, and a leash connected to the loop on the front of the collar, down to Simon's belt.

The collar is paired with the dress and heels Simon had gotten for her, her hair pulled back by a black ribbon headband.

Her steps are much more wobbly than his. Soft mewls and whines leaving her lips with every step as the vibrator shifts against her overstimulated and throbbing clit. "S-Sir?" she whines, looking up at him with wide puppy eyes as he turns to look at her.

Simon chuckles at her expression before tugging on the leash, pulling her into a small alley, barely wide enough for them to fit. He turns to her, his hand moving to her throat and squeezing gently, using his thumb and forefinger to make her look into his eyes.

"Need it that badly, puppy?" His voice is low, cocky and evil with a smirk to match. She nods eagerly, his free hand moves to his belt, undoing it and pulling his cock from his pants. "Earn it, then."

Without a word, she drops to her knees, ignoring the scrape of the ground beneath her as she takes his cock into her mouth. With slow bobs of the head, her hand moves to stroke the rest of his length.

Simon groans, feeling her moan vibrate through his member and places his hand on the back of her head. He leans against the wall of the alley, looking down into her eyes as she speeds up her movements.

Her head bobs back and forth, making wet slurping sounds that accompany her quiet moans. Simon groans, gripping her hair and forcing his cock into her mouth, hearing her gag softly as he cums down her throat.

Keeping a tight grip on her hair, he pulls her back, a string on her saliva and his cum connecting her tongue to the head of his cock as she pants. "Good puppy. Wall." He commands gruffly.

With a small bounce she gets up from the ground, turning and placing her hands on the wall over each other and by her forehead. Simon rubs his hand up her thigh and over her ass, pulling the skirt of her dress up as he strokes his still hard cock.

He smacks her ass, the sound echoing in the alley, before soothing the spot with gentle rubs. He moves behind her, his hand on her ass moving to cup the vibrator that's in her panties.

With one finger, he pulls her panties to the side and grabs the vibrator. He moves the device in small, slow circles, pulling mewls and soft moans from her, before slowly pulling it out.

With an audible pop, the previously inserted part of the vibrator comes out, glistening with her slick. He smirks, holding it in front of her face as he turns it off. "Suck, and keep quiet." He orders. With a short nod she obeys, taking the glistening rod into her mouth and sucking on it.

Simon smirks at her obedience, rubbing the head of his cock through her folds, prodding at her clit and watching her weeping hole clench around nothing. "So wet for me already, Puppy. Such a good little whore."

In one, hard thrust, Simon plunges his cock inside her, pulling a soft moan from her lips and making wet slopping sounds as he begins to thrust into her.

"Is this what you wanted, puppy? Sir's cock buried deep inside you?" He asks, his voice deep and lustful as his hand moves to grasp her throat once more. "Such a desperate toy that you couldn't wait till we got home, eh?"

Her only reply is a whiney moan as she leans her head back. His grip around her throat tightens, just enough to cut off blood flow momentarily before relaxing again. "Use your words, puppy. Tell sir how much you love his cock." He orders, growling into her ear and pulling the vibrator out of her mouth for her to speak.

"I-I love it Sir." she moans quietly, still obeying his orders despite her thoughts being muddled with every impact against her ass. "Please f-fuck me harder, p-please.~" she whines before he pushes the toy back into her mouth.

Simon smirks once more, kissing from just below her earlobe down her neck. "Your pleasure, my Puppy." He replies, his voice full of lust and desire, obliging her request and forcing his hips hard into her, each impact making a smacking sound that echoes in the alley around them.

Her muffled moans accompany the squelching sound of his cock pulling out to the tip before getting slammed back in to the hilt. Her slick leaking out of her weeping hole, coating his cock and dripping down the back and inside of her thighs.

Each rut in and out of her making spiderwebs of slick, connecting his hips to the back of her thighs and ass where the glistening liquid has spread. Her legs begin to shake, his free hand moving to grip her hip, holding her up as she braces her elbows on the wall.

"Cum for me puppy, and I'll breed your sweet little cunt. That's what you want, isn't it?" He groans, his thrusts speeding up and his grip around her throat tightens slightly.

All she can do is nod, her eyes rolling back as she moans, head held up by his iron grip. Simon feels her walls flutter around him before she climaxes. Her walls tightening around him as she lets out a long, muffled moan.

The friction only drives him, rutting faster into her as he chases his own high. With a few more hard thrusts, he coats her walls white, groaning and gritting his teeth, his grip on her throat getting a bit tighter before letting go altogether.

He pulls out in a sharp motion, before shoving the vibrator back into her dripping hole. Turning the device back on as he stands straight once more. "Such an obedient puppy." He praises, lifting her to her feet by her hips.

He fixes her clothes, setting the skirt of her dress right but it doesn't cover the glistening patches on the back of her thighs. Simon puts his member away, zipping his pants back up and buckling his belt.

Simon moves to leave the alley as she stumbled, legs wobbling as she follows him. "Now, lets go home so we can get ready for you to meet the team." He states, making their way back home.

It was early evening when they were both ready to leave and meet the team. Simon is wearing dress casual, dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with his usual heavy boots.

She however, is preened to perfection. Her hair shiny and soft, bouncing with every step. A simple red cocktail dress, paired with black fishnets, red heels, and a black clutch. Her makeup is simple. Matte black lips and small winged liner, maskara covered eyelashes and soft ember eyeshadow.

The look making her appear delicate and elegant at the same time. Simon reaches his hand out to her, bowing slightly. "You look gorgeous, puppy."

She giggles, smiling softly as she takes his hand. Simon twirls her in place, the flowing skirt of her dress lifting and fanning out. He pulls her into his chest, dipping her down and locking their lips together.

When he pulls away, her lipstick is a little smudged around the edges. He stands up, pulling her straight and letting her go. He reaches into his pocket before he speaks. "Close your eyes." He commands.

She obeys as usual, her eyes fluttering shut. He slips something around her neck in a swift movement, tying it closed at the back. He grabs her shoulders, moving her gently a few steps. "Alright. Open."

Her eyes flutter back open, meeting her reflection in the mirror. Looking down, she sees a black lace and ribbon decorative collar, a bow on the front with a skull and crossbones charm in the centre.

A smile pulls her lips wide as she turns and hugs him. "I love it!" She cheers, kissing his cheek with a giggle. Simon chuckles quietly.

"Good. You'll wear it tonight then." He states bluntly before leading her to the door and leaving for the restaurant.

"Of course, Sir."

Of course, being who they are, especially when off duty, the team ended up drinking way too much, resulting in getting tossed from the nicer restaurant that they had originally gone to, because of Soap's drunken shouting, and made their way to the base instead.

As they all left the restaurant, Soap grumbles "At least I can have fun at base." Under his breathe. Price, somehow tuned into Soaps bullshit, immediately retorts. "Ye' not blownin' anythin' up, Soap." Which brings a louder, very dramatic groan from Soap.

The team spent the rest of the night drinking till they went to bed, sitting at a round table, big enough to fit them all. Simon had refrained from drinking as much as the others, as did his partner who contently sat beside him, usually sipping water and leaning against his arm.

"Aye, puppy." Simon says, quiet enough so the others don't hear. She hums in questioning reply, tilting her head up to look at him. Her eyes are wide and shimmering with a tipsy haze, he stares down at her, studying her face before speaking again. "Under the table." He commands.

Her cheeks flush a soft pink, glancing over to the rest of the team before carefully climbing under the tabletop. Resting on her knees, she shuffles over to kneel between his calves, her head just above his thighs.

Simon glances down at her before undoing his belt and zip, pulling his already hard length from his pants and sitting straight, pulling himself forward in his chair. She takes hold of his length with one hand, taking the tip between her lips and sucking softly, her other arm used to prop her up.

Her saliva coats the head of his cock before she pushes further down his length. She whines softly, shutting her eyes and bobbing her head. Simon leans his elbows on the table, gritting his teeth and groaning quiet as his hips buck forward slightly, a silent order for more.

So she obeys, pushing as far down his length as she can and bobbing her head faster. Her hand around him starts to move in unison, stroking his remaining length and causing his muscles to tense.

Before long Simon is gritting his teeth hard, groaning as he bucks his hips forward and brings one hand under the table, placing it on the back of her head. The harsh thrust bringing stinging tears to her eyes as his cock pushes into her throat. He holds her there with one hand gripping her hair, his cum spilling down her throat in ribbons as tears roll down her cheeks, bringing her maskara with it.

Simon pants quietly, leaning back in his chair and watching as she leans back, his cock leaving her lips with strings of saliva and cum connecting the two. His hand moves to cup her chin, holding her face up and watching her swallow the remainder of the warm, white liquid.

Zipping his pants, he puts his cock away and buckles his belt once more as she climbs back up into her seat. She doesn't bother to fix her makeup, the dark tear stains running down her cheeks are evidence of what they'd done, if anyone noticed at all in their drunken state.

Simon leans down slightly to whisper in her ear. "Let's go home, and I'll give my good puppy her reward." Which she eagerly nods and smiles up at him.

[babybatgrimm]

Seven Minutes in Heaven | Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish X Military!Reader

Summary: A trip to the bar then back to base ends with the team playing teenage sleepover games.

Reader call sign Ryōshi, Japanese for Hunter

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, Fem!Reader, grinding/thigh riding, praise kink, p in v sex, creampie, agoraphilia (sex in public places), overstimulation,

A/N: Spicy oneshot~

The night had come and gone. Starting in a dull mood after a mission gone against plan, and ending with eruptions of intoxicated laughter. The evening drawing out into the wee hours of the morning.

Throughout the evening, as the warmth spread through his extremities, Soap found himself stealing glances and smiles from Ryōshi. She hadn't been with the team long, only two years, compared to the rest of them. Despite that, she got on amazingly well with the team, quickly bonding with them all.

She did however, take a particular liking to Soap. Of the team, she'd spent the most time with him outside and during deployment. Often, they'd go to a pub like tonight, or they'd just sit in one of their rooms and talk, or Ryōshi beats Soap at Mario Kart.

The group, having heard a suggestion for playing uno (not that they will remember who by the next day) all decided the base was the best location for their shenanigans. And so, after they all stumble their way back to base, Soap sticking a little too close to Ryōshi.

Soap wasn't sure how he'd gotten into this situation. He was still buzzed, but had sobered up when he and Ryōshi got shoved into a closet. The team, in their drunken wisdom, had decided to play a bunch of games. It started with the Uno, then became Crazy Eights, then Go Fish, next was Never Have I Ever, followed by spin the bottle, eventually landing on seven minutes in heaven.

Soap had spun the bottle, which stopped pointing at Ryōshi. The group let out a chorus of "Ooooohh~" before promptly shoving the pair into the closet. Soap wasn't sure how long they'd been inside, but it was definitely longer than seven minutes by now. He shuffled awkwardly, trying not to touch Ryōshi as she fidgeted in front of him.

"They could've chosen a better closet." She states bluntly, frustrated by the situation they're stuck in. Eventually, Ryōshi manages to reach the door handle, twist it, and- "Locked. Of course they did." She grumbles, sighing and leaning her head back against the wall.

Soap groans at the discovery, feeling his face heat as he examines her figure, taking note of every curve his eyes drag over. Feeling his pants tighten as he sees her shirt has ridden up, exposing her midriff, along with every scar and muscle that decorates it.

"I suppose we have to get comfy with each other till someone comes looking for us or we find a way out." She sighs, looking up at him, feeling her own face heat as she finally notices the small distance between their faces. Soap clears his throat after a moment of the two staring at each other.

"I suppose we do, but... I don't know how we could without you... Being on me." He struggles the last part, his face heating further, his ears burning as he stares down at her.

"Well... I wouldn't be opposed to it..." She replies quietly in the small space, her eyes darting away from his for a moment. Soap's eyes burn into her, flicking to her lips for a moment before he thinks about what he's doing.

In a hasty motion, he crashes his lips into hers, pressing her back against the wall behind her. His hands move to grab her waist, grasping for purchase as her arms wrap around his neck.

Soap is quick to move, peppering her neck with kisses, slotting his thigh between hers. As he presses his thigh up he lifts her off the ground, pushing her up the wall to be almost level with him. The motion pulls a soft moan from her lips, quiet beside his ear, but lights a fire in his chest all the same.

He leans into the wall with his knee, pinning his leg in place and using his grip on her waist to grind her into his thigh. He's gentle at first, slow ruts up and down his thigh, pulling soft pants and mewls from Ryōshi.

Eventually though, he gets impatient. His hunger for her too great for him to force down. His grip tightens, grinding her harder and faster against his thigh until she's moaning and panting softly in the quiet room.

Soap takes small nips and nibbles at her neck, sucking soft hickeys into her skin, scattering them up and down her neck, chest and shoulders. He pulls his head away, leaning back to observe her as he grinds her into his thigh.

"Fu~ck lass, you look devine.~" He growls, his voice gravelly and lustful as he watches her expression contort in pleasure. Until he stops moving her hips, making her whine in frustration. "I can't wait any longer, bonny." One hand moves to his belt, undoing it and letting it fall to the side before undoing his pants.

Ryōshi bites her lip, following suit with her own belt. Soap let's her drop to the floor, grabbing her hips and spinning her to face the wall. He yanks her cargo pants down, giving her lace covered ass a smack before pulling her panties down to meet her pants.

"Waited so long for you to let me have you, lass." He growls into her ear, leaning over her and pressing his chest to her back. The bulge in his underwear perfectly lined up against her heat, pulling mewls and pants from her lips as he grinds into her.

Ryōshi bites her lip at the feeling, attempting to muffle her moans. Soap leans back once more, grinding harder into her and forcing a louder moan from her lips before a whine as he stops and pulls himself off her.

She hears shuffling behind her before she gasps, which quickly turns into a moan as she feels his tongue run between her folds. His arms wrap under her hips, hands resting on her ass and pulling her closer to his face as he laps at her clit.

Ryōshi's eyes shut as her moans grow, putting her palms flat against the wall to brace herself as Soap suckles on her clit. His nose is buried in her folds as he kneels on the floor, seemingly very comfortable where he is.

His grip around her hips tightens as her legs begin to shake, smirking as he increases speed, drawing louder, higher pitched moans from Ryōshi as her eyes squeeze shut. With a few harder suckles on her clit, she hits her climax, her thighs trying to close but Soap keeps them apart with his biceps. He rides out her orgasm, lapping at every drop she gives him and gently suckling on her clit.

Her breath is laboured as she comes down from her high, her legs still shaking as she leans into the wall. She hears shuffling behind her once more before feeling warm breath against her neck. "You taste like my last meal~" He purrs.

Ryōshi gasps slightly as she feels the head of his cock rub against her folds, her sensitive clit making her clench around nothing whenever he rubs against it. "Tell me, sweets, do you want me to fuck you nice, or hard?" He asks with another smack on her ass.

She whimpers and whines at the impact. "Don't be gentle, Johnny~" she begs, still panting softly. Her words and his name ignite a primal fire inside him. He slips the head of his cock inside her, groaning at the tightness.

With one, slow, smooth trust, he buries his cock to the hilt inside her, letting out a groaned moan as she engulfs his member. She lets out a moan, shutting her eyes as she adjusts to his size, small tears sparkling in her waterline before she relaxes around him.

As soon as she relaxes, he begins trusting into her. Following her request, his thrusts clap with each impact of his hips against her ass. Her moans, his grunts, the smacking of skin, and wet squelching filled the tiny room.

The slick from her first orgasm made it all too easy for Soap to move faster. Like a dog in heat, Soap grabs both Ryōshi's hips, using the leverage to force himself harder into her. "F-fuck sorry lass, you're so t-tight, gonna cum, gotta pull out!" He groans, hunching over as he pants.

Ryōshi shakes her head hastily. "N-no! P-please don't! Cum in me, Johnny!" She pleads, leaning her head back and moaning loudly. The primal fire burns brighter at her request, and who is he to deny her when he's finally got the chance to make her feel good?

Soap can only nod, his focus flooding to chasing his high. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against the nape of her neck and pulling louder moans from the pair of them with the new angle.

Moments later, Soap finally meets his climax, a loud groan leaving his chest as he paints her walls white. She moans at the feeling, expecting him to pull out. She was wrong.

Instead, Soap stays hard, his thrusts unwavering as he wraps his arms around her lower chest, under her breasts and using the hold to force her hard into the wall with each thrust.

Ryōshi moans in bliss, her legs shaking with overstimulation. If it weren't for Soap holding her steady, would have already buckled beneath her. Each thrust into her pulls a grunt from Soap, groaning into her shoulders as he picks up his pace.

Between her overstimulation and Soap rutting into her at an ungodly pace, Ryōshi is quick to reach another orgasm. Her walls squeeze his cock, making him moan and groan.

"Fuck, fuck, fu~ck~" Soap moans, pumping a second load into her, but his thrusts are still unwavering. His cum and saliva mix with her slick, forming a sticky concoction that leaks out of her.

It would be a sight to behold if someone were to open the door. Soap, pants pulled down to his knees, both arms around Ryōshi's chest, cock buried deep inside her weeping hole, and rutting into his teammate like there's no tomorrow.

And Ryōshi. Cheek, palms and chest pressed against the wall, blissfully moaning as Soap thrusts in and out of her, her slick dripping down her thighs and sticking to his hips, making various strings of lewd web connecting her ass and his hips that spreads with each impact.

The constant friction of Soap's determined thrusts bring Ryōshi to climax once more, a blissful shout leaving her lips as she tosses her head back. Feeling her walls tighten down around him again, Soap groans in ecstasy, thrusting a few more times before he pours a third load into her.

With that, Soap's thrusts finally waver, his arms sliding down to hold around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Ryōshi gasps for breath, still coming down from her high, looking back at Soap over her shoulder, her own fucked out gaze meeting his desperate eyes.

He stares back at her in a lustful daze for a moment before suddenly pulling out, making Ryōshi whine at the loss of friction. "I wannae see that pretty face, lass." He says huskily, whipping her around and pressing her back against the wall.

Ryōshi gasps at the contact of the cold stone, locking eyes with Soap before he moves toward her, crashing their lips together once more. With ease Soap wraps his arms under her legs, lifting her up so her thighs are against her torso. Letting her drop so her knees rest over his biceps as he cups her ass, taking a firm grasp.

In a swift motion, Soap thrusts back inside her and returns to a quick pace. Their moans quickly returned in volume, the sloppy, smacking sound of Soap rutting into her growing louder than before with his harsh impacts.

The new angle he's given himself allowing him to push deeper inside her, groaning and panting in desperation, his eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on holding off his own high. He locks eyes with her, watching her eyes as they flutter and roll around her head.

"C'mon bonny, let me see that pretty face~" His voice is gravely and low, his hands gripping hard on the tops of her thighs. "I wannae see the look on your face when you cum for me~"

Her eyes roll as she leans her head back on the wall, her back arching with a loud moan, one hand gripping onto his shoulder, the other tangling and grasping at his hair. Soap moves just a little faster, as fast as he can, his thrusts faltering slightly as he chases her high.

Soap's eyes don't leave her face for a moment, taking in every contorted detail and high pitched moan, committing the experience to memory. Ryōshi's eyes prick with small tears, her overstimulation making her legs shake and her hole quiver around him with every movement against her every sweet spot.

Her climax hits hard, her walls tightening down around him once last time, her grip tightening on his hair and shoulder. Her grip leaves scratch marks in his skin, breaking the skin in some places, while her other hand tugs on his hair for some semblance of grounding.

"F-fu~ck lass!~" Soap groans, releasing one last load inside her, leaning his head down to rest his forehead against hers, his thrusts slowing to a gentle pace, pumping the last of his load into her. Their breath mixes in the air between them, panting and soft moans spilling from them both as they come down from their highs.

After a few moments, Soap pulls out and gently puts her back on the ground, holding her steady as her legs wobble. She giggles and looks up at him. "I wasn't expecting such... Ferocity, from you Soap." She teases as she starts to fix her clothes.

Soap chuckles, his face heating once more, fixing his own clothes as he replies. "I did ask if you wanted Nice or Hard." He points out with a smirk. She giggles again, smirking back at him.

"maybe next time I'll ask for the nice~" she purrs, moving to the door and seeing if she can undo the lock. Soap watches her, studying her movements and watching as she forces the lock past it's tension point and popping it open.

The sound of the door clicking open also clicked together something in his mind. "Wait... Next time?" He asks in puzzled excitement before promptly following her.

He can't help the sense of pride as he watches her walk, her legs wobbling with a slight stumble as he follows her to wherever she's going.

[babybatgrimm]

The 141 (+Konig) Find Out You Can Play Piano

Summery: A bunch of head canons I had. Yeah.

Warnings: fem!military!reader

A/N:

The scene;

The team are collected in a higher end pub, the room is lit in a soft orange glow, and pianist in the centre of the room playing a beautiful melody as everyone chats amongst themselves.

Soon, when the pianist leaves his instrument unattended, you speak up, smiling as you stare at the piano. "I wonder if anyone can play it." You say before getting up from the table and wandering off.

Before long, the teams eyes move to her, now sitting at the piano, and looking eager to play. She smiles at her team before turning her focus to the keys, beginning to play.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

This man ain't got a clue how to react.

He's in awe of how the hands that he's seen take lives, are now playing a sweet tune, flowing through the room.

Not that he knows it, but anyone who could see his eyes behind his mask and greasepaint, even in the dimmer lighting? They would be able to see the reverent, prideful look in his soft gaze staring at you.

"Wasn't expecting a surprise like that, dove." He whispers in your ear as you sit back at the table.

He chuckles as you giggle, smiling at each other before the team starts bombarding you with questions

If you're romantic, he definitely wants you to record your favourite thing to play for him to set as a ringtone/alarm or something (he'll find every reason to use it.)

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

Like Simon, he's in disbelief at the scene before him.

He's grinning from ear to ear, watching your hands delicately dance across the keys.

Man is beaming like the sun as you come back to the table.

He's so damn proud of your for the new talent he's been shown.

Cannot, and will not try, to stop praising your performance.

If you're romantic then he definitely smothers you in kisses after you've all left the bar

John Price

Secretly takes a recording on his phone to play the audio while he's working.

He can't help the small smile, trying to keep composure.

When everyone gets back to base is when he actually acknowledges your talent, making a point of seeking you out to do so.

If y'all are romantic then he definitely insists on buying a keyboard (electric piano)

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Like the others, he's stunned by your surprise talent.

Nothing could stop the stare set on your hands as they dance over the keys.

This man is clapping so damn loud at the end of the performance, almost deafened Soap but he didn't care at the time.

If you're romantic he definitely gives you a big, squeezing bear hug when you're back at base.

Konig

No words.

Not a single thing behind his wide eyes.

All he can do is stare in amazement at your musical number.

The beautiful song sticking in his mind, even long after you've finished playing and come back to the table.

If you're romantic he will smother you in snuggles and pepper kisses when you get back.

Will also, like Price, insist on getting you a keyboard so he can hear you play more.

[babybatgrimm]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Military!Reader

Summery: The 141 are amazed at the person Muerte brings out of Ghost during a breach and clear mission that got a bit too quiet.

Warnings: Fluff, canon!violence/injuries, fem!reader, probably not proof read very well I'll be honest

A/N: So I was listening to "The Other Side" from Greatest Showman and my brain said "Ghost and his partner singing to each other on the battle field" sooo I wrote it. Enjoy!~

The 141 we silent in the plane on their way to the drop point. Their boots thudding against the ground as they file out, surveying their surrounds before looking to Price as he speaks.

"Alright, simple breach and clear, no need for stealth here, we're here to pick off a group preventing a push forward." The team nod, splitting up as instructed.

As everyone scattered across the smaller area of the first floor, the team move into hallways, Ghost and Muerte going down the same, Soap and Gaz down another, everyone pairing off down each path.

After awhile of moving through the building, the coms silent and almost no enemy contact, the crackle over the coms catches everyone's attention. Even more so as they hear Ghost's voice.

"Aye Muerte."

She hums in response.

"It's quiet."

The team hears her mischievous giggle crackle through the radios.

"Go on then." She says calmly. "Pick one."

The rest of the team glance at their partners in confusion, before hearing Ghost's voice once more. Everyone freezing at what they hear.

"Right here, right now. I put the offer out. I don't wanna chase you down. I know you see it." His voice is clear, calm, but so melodic compared to his usual gruff voice.

She giggles quietly, waiting for him to finish before her voice rings out, a beautiful tune as she sings the second part.

"Okay, my friend, you wanna cut me in. Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen." There's clear excitement in her voice at the pairs duet, occasionally her voice hitching for a moment during an attack on an enemy.

"Now I admire you." She smiles at Ghost. "And that whole show you do. You're onto something, really it's something."

Her grin grows as she gets to the chorus. 'her favourite part' Ghost thinks to himself as he listens and watches her. "Don't you know that I'm okay, with this uptown part I get to play? Cause I got what I need, and I don't want to take the ride. I don't need to see the other side."

The rest of the 141 are stunned by their teammates, baffled by Ghost continuing the song as his part comes around again. They can all tell, the two have forgotten all about the rest of them. Their only thought now is their duet, and each other.

The rest of the team eventually make their way through the building once more. All while listening to the rest of the duet being sung in their earpieces.

The two knowingly forget the team however. Choosing to enjoy the domestic moment nestled within the carnage of their job. The two smiling each other, Ghost's covered by his mask of course. But the fabric scrunches with his grin at her.

As their voices die down, becoming soft with giggles from her, and panting from both. He chuckles quietly as he stares at her. They were already finished with the mission, and had sung through the whole thing.

As the team collects back at the pickup point, the rest stare at Ghost and Muerte, waiting for an explanation of what they all heard. Ghost just blatantly ignores the drilling stares, knowing exactly what'd happen if he acknowledged it.

Muerte follows his example, choosing to talk to price like nothing had happened, smiling and asking him questions. Occasionally, she glances at Soap and Gaz, who are staring so hard at Ghost their eyes might pop out of their sockets.

She giggles softly, clapping to snap everyone from their daze. "Let's get home, I donno about you lot, but I need a shower." She beams at them all before marching onto the plane.

Ghost chuckles, as much as he ever does at least, before following her into the plane. "You heard the woman." The team, baffled by the interaction, follow their companions into the plane, muttering between each other.

When the team make their eventual path to the common room, they all sit around the main table, eating their meals before bed. Soap finally pipes up with the question they all want answered.

"What the hell that that duet you two did?" He asks bluntly, his eyes darting between Ghost and Muerte. She's the first to react, a gentle smile pulling her lips as she looks at Soap.

"I'm not much a fan of quiet when it's not needed, but I do like singing, so Ghost decided when it's quiet, we'll sing together. Helps my nerves." Her explanation is simple, soft, before she continues eating her food.

The team glance between each other, all deciding with a nod that they were satisfied with that answer, choosing to drop the subject before Ghost glare would actually kill them with how hard he was staring knives into the side of Soap's head.

[babybatgrimm]

Three Times He Tried, And The Time She Succeeded | Soap X Civilian!Reader

Summery: Soap meets a café worker, and throughout his rare time home, he gets to know her.

Warnings: Soap being a cowards, emotions, fluff

And Esky is a chilli bin/cooler/ice box whatever you wanna call it. Keeps things cold but isn't a fridge, usually need ice

A/N: This was requested, and I'm happy to oblige 🖤🦇

This could also be considered a prequel to 'Mo Sheud' just btw~

How it started;

The first time he saw her, Soap could only think she looked like an angel in the soft glow of the morning sun flowing in through the cafe windows. Her hair tied in a low ponytail, some strands hanging down to frame her face as she smiles at the customer she serves with a bright smile.

As she calls him to the counter, Soap steps forward, staring down at the shorter woman behind the counter, who smiles up at him and speaks with a sweet voice.

"What can I get you, sir?"

He paused for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Coffee and a muffin please, lass." He says with the small smile he can muster, studying her face as she nods and punches in his order.

"And was that for here or to go?" She asks as she looks back up at him.

"Here, please." He says quietly.

His First Try;

They had been hanging out for awhile, sitting in a booth off to the side in a quiet pub. Chatting between each other, eating, drinking, and laughing, eventually she stands up.

She makes her way to the bathroom as he fiddles with his thumbs, trying to sike himself up to ask the question that's been plaguing his mind.

As she walks back to their table, smiling at him as she sits down, he clears his throat in preparation to speak. "Hey, can I ask you something?" His voice is shaking slightly.

She tilts her head, looking at him curiously. "So serious." She jokes "what's up?" She says with a giggle, smiling at him. Johnny feels his face heat up, staring at her in the dim pub lighting.

He's captivated by her glowing smile, her hair fallen over her shoulders as she takes a sip of her drink. "Johnny?" She asks, her voice snapping him from his daze.

He shakes his head and looks at her with mild embarrassment. "S-Sorry, uhm..." his voice trails off. "I wanted to ask..." He tries to muster his courage once more. "If you wanted to play pool?"

'Fuck sake, Johnny.' he scoulds himself, smiling as she grins at him, hopping up and flitting over to an empty pool table.

The rest of the night passed in a blur to Johnny, internally accosting himself for backing out.

His Second Try;

It was early morning on a cold winter day. The snow crunched beneath Johnny's boots, his breath puffing in a white cloud as he walks down the street. The short walk from the car around the block at least.

He steps under the awning of the cafe doors, stomping and shaking the snow off himself before stepping inside. He takes a deep breath, smelling brewing coffee, fresh pastry, and sweet chocolate.

His lips pull into a smile at the comforting smell. Looking towards the counter, he spots the familiar figure of her flitting around, making drinks and collecting treats. He steps into the line to wait his turn.

Thankfully, the café was rather quiet at this hour. There weren't many people in line, and soon, Johnny stepped up to the counter. "G'mornin' lass" he says warmly, smiling down at the cheerful woman grinning up at him.

"I didn't know you'd be home so soon!" She beams with excitement before calming herself. "You didn't get hurt, did you?" She asks, her voice filled with concern but still holding her excitement.

He chuckles softly, humming a no and shaking his head. "Nothing more than cuts and bruises." He admits, smiling at her.

Her smile beams up at him once more. "The usual, then?" She asks in her usual soft voice. He nods at her words, watching her punch in the order. "For here?" She asks as she looks back at him.

"Please." He says simply. "Maybe you'll join me, since it's so few in here right now?" He asks, his voice holding a hint of nervousness before she nods.

"if I can, I will." She answered, smiling as she hands him some napkins and sugars. He walks to an empty table, grumbling to himself about not asking once more.

His Third Try;

The early hours of the morning we quiet, yet filled with constant sound, birds chirping, critters scurrying through the surrounding bushland, the gentle woosh of wind blowing through the forest.

They'd gone camping. Soap was all too excited to find out she enjoyed camping, and fishing, and was willing to try hunting, if he showed her how to shoot properly. Of course he was happy to oblige.

Soap yawns, stretching as he sits up in his sleeping bag before crawling out of his tent, seeing her sitting on their log seats they'd made days prior. A mug nestled in her hands, sipping the steaming liquid inside before smiling at him.

"G'morning." She says, her voice hushed, as if the serenity of the dawning day would be broken if she spoke any louder. A soft, serene smile pulls her lips before she speaks again. "I made coffee." She gestures to the metal jug sitting over the fire.

He hums as he walks over, sitting on the second log beside hers, reaching for his own mug and filling it from the hot jug. He hums once more as he smells the bitter roast before sipping his drink.

"Remind me to bring you camping more often" his voice is just as soft as hers, a soft chuckles vibrating his chest as he smiles at her. She hums in reply, adjusting her hands on the mug as she speaks.

"I'd love to come, whenever you're home." She turns and reaches for the Esky, pulling out things to make breakfast. He grins at her, scooting closer towards her on his log, using a stick to move the rocks surrounding the fire so the frypan can sit on them.

He studies her movement as she starts to cook, humming quietly at the smell and smiling softly. Soap, however, can now only stare at her face, mesmerized by the image before him.

Her hair is unbrushed, strands sticking out and glowing in the dawning sunlight. Her features are soft, relaxed with residual sleep, a small smile pulling her lips.

'Just fuckin' ask her, ye' puss!' Johnny internally yells at himself as he studies her features. Her eyes focused down on the fire, his gaze on her going unnoticed.

He thought at least. Her voice is still soft, but holds a teasing tone as she glances at him. "Do I have something on my face, Johnny?" She asks with a playful lilt.

He feels his face heat with a light red blush, his eyes snapping to the fire. She hums, giggling softly before speaking again. "Grab the plates, would you?"

All he can do is nod, turning to grab the plates and cutlery and holding them out for her to fill. She smiles, putting the pan off to one side, before grabbing her plate off Johnny.

She starts eating, happily munching on her breakfast. While Johnny eats slowly, distracted by his internal torment of not being able to speak now.

Her Success;

The pair had decided to go paintballing. Johnny having been on leave for only a week, they decided they would do something shorter than camping.

She had insisted they be on opposite teams. However, when they arrived, they found out no one else was there. So they were against each other regardless.

The match was going well. For her. Johnny was flustered. He wasn't expecting the woman he'd grown to be so head over heals for would be practicing her aim (in the form of paintball), and was much better than he'd ever thought.

She'd already hit him quite a few times, he'd only hit her a couple times. "Ye' such a small target, lass! I'm having trouble hittin' ye'!" He calls into the arena. It was the last round. His last chance.

He took a deep breathe, peeking out from behind his cover. 'where is she?' He thinks to himself, scanning the area before spotting her, darting past through a walkway. 'There.' He moves towards where he saw her, peaking around corners as he looks for her.

He soon feels eyes on his back, he turns to see her pointing her paintball gun at him, raised high in perfect form. Just as he'd shown her. He chuckles softly. "Gonna take me out, lass?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On your answer to the question."

"Which is?"

"Do you wanna go out with me?"

Her words ring through his ears, echoing like Ghost's yelling as he stares at her. His shoulders tighten, studying what little he can see of her face through her mask for any form of joke or sarcasm. But he finds none.

She still holds her rifle high, shooting at his feet to scare him from his daze. "Well?" She asks, insistent on an answer.

He clears his throat, shaking off the tension as he sighs. "I've been trying to ask you that same question for months now." He admits, chuckling in embarrassment as his face heats with a soft blush.

She giggles, smiling at him, her eyes crinkling to show how widely despite the mask. He chuckles softly, taking a step forward before getting knocked back a bit, looking down at the fresh paint on his chest.

He looks back up at her with a questioning, mildly concerned look in his eyes. She giggles and smiles at him. "For making me wait so long I had to do it myself."

He can't help but laugh at her words. He walks over to her, pulling her by the waist into his chest. "Aye, fair enough." He chuckles, pressing his mask into hers in a blunt kiss to the forehead.

[babybatgrimm]

Simon Riley X Civilian!Reader

Summery: Simon decides that their cuddles on the couch aren't exciting enough.

Warning: MDNI, smut, fem!reader, cuddle fucking, cock warming, creampie, unprotected p in v, swearing, reader described vaguely plus sized, praise, (mild) degradation, manhandling, pet names (doll, Duchess, pet), domestic!ghost,

A/N: I love this idea so much 🖤🦇

The room around the couple was dim, only the light of the TV shining in front of them. Simon was laying behind her, his back pressed against the back of the couch.

He leans down, giving her a gentle kiss on her head before turning his attention back to the movie playing on the TV. The figure cradled in his arms smiles, nuzzling his bicep with a quiet hum.

The movie is about half over when his grip around her becomes firmer, pulling her against his chest with a gentle, tamed strength.

She doesn't think much of the change, until she feels his hips grind against her in slow, almost lazy movements. She giggles, a soft blush heating her cheeks.

His hand snakes down to the hem of her night dress, his calloused fingers tracing up her thigh and hip, pulling the fabric up with them.

She lets out a small gasp as he grabs the soft, doughy flesh, his grip harsh against her delicate skin, holding the top of her thigh.

His hand soon moves to pull his own pants down, revealing his already hard length before he takes hold of it, pumping himself a few times before beginning to grind against her again. The bare skin contact pulling a quiet groan from him, rumbling in his chest and vibrating hers.

Her hand gently traces his forearm, wriggling so her hips are further back to make it easier for him. He hums at her actions, rubbing the head against her already slick folds.

With one, long and slow push, his length disappears inside her. His hips meeting the back of hers as his hand moves to rest over her waist again.

"Jus' watch the movie, doll" he purrs in her ear, his voice sending chills down her back as they both refocus on the movie.

They lay there watching the movie, as if Simon wasn't twitching inside her walls. But, as a spicy scene starts to play on the screen, his hips pull away from hers, sliding himself out and back into her.

His movements are slow, languid, and lazy, as his hand grips her opposite hip. His forearm resting across her hips to hold her in place as he places a kiss on the back of her shoulder.

As the scene on the TV ends, so do his lazy thrusts into her. He nuzzles the back of her neck as she giggles. His cock continues to twitch inside her as he pins her to his chest.

She looks up at him with questioning eyes, making him chuckle once again. "Jus' wanna feel you around me, pet." He explains. She nods and turns her attention back to the movie.

Throughout the remainder of the movie, Simon continues his lazy, intermittent, thrusts. When the movie ends, he is thrusting into her, pulling quiet, breathy moans from her lips.

His arm still firmly locked around her hips, his free hand snakes up between her breasts, calloused fingers wrapping around her throat as his forearm presses against her chest.

Her moans get louder as his thrusts gain speed, her eyes closing as she holds onto his arm across her chest. He lets out a soft groan, his breath warm against the back of her neck.

With a small gasp of surprise, he sits up, easily keeping her in place against his chest as he leans back against the couch backing. The harsh grip on her making it effortless for him as he lifts her up and down in his lap.

He groans softly into her ear as her head lulls back onto his shoulder, essentially using her body to jack himself off as he looks down, watching his cock split her open each time he pushes into her.

A low, gutteral growl leaves his throat, moving her faster as his arm around her hips moves under her knees, pinning her thighs to her torso.

Her calves bounce with each thrust into her, her moans growing and echoing in his ear as she reaches back, taking hold of his hair with one hand.

"That's right, Duchess" he coos, planting kisses along her shoulder. "Let me use you like the good little fuck doll you are for me." His voice humming in her ear.

His movements are unrelenting, only slowing as he stands from the couch, making his way to the dining table, before laying her down on top of it. Her chest is pressed against the cool wood as he moves both hands to either side of her hips.

A firm, harsh grip on her, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, each impact smacking against her and knocking the breath from her lungs. She gasps, moaning with each thrust inside her.

Her head lulls against the table as she grips the edge. Soft groans and pants leave his throat as he leans down to her ear, his chest pressed against her back. "Such a good toy for me" he coos in praise.

Suddenly his thrusts stop, buried deep inside her as she whines at the lack of stimulation before he flips her over. She shivers as her back meets the cool wood.

"I wanna see that pretty face you make when you cum on my cock, princess" he growls, staring down into her dazed eyes. She only nods in reply, her moans returning as his thrusts begin again.

He grabs her thighs, pulling them together and resting her calves over his shoulders. Both his arms come to wrap around, hands at the base of her thighs.

Her blissful moans and the sound of slapping skin grow louder, his thrusts becoming harsh, forcing himself in and out of her with groans and pants of his own.

His gaze never leaving her face, watching her expression contort as he feels the familiar squeeze around his cock. "That's it, doll." He coos through his own pants. "Let me see that pretty face." He commands, his voice full of love, and hunger.

She nods, her hands gripping onto his forearms as her chest arches off the table. His impacts gain speed, moving as fast as he can, chasing his own high while watching hers unfold before him.

As her walls squeeze around him, she lets out a long, loud moan, echoing through the room with the sound of slapping skin. He groans at her tightening around him, his thrusts unending as he fucks her through her orgasm.

"Almost there, pet." He pants, his cock twitching as he studies her blissful expression. His thrusts becoming sloppy, desperately chasing his own high with grunts and pants.

As he tosses his head back, letting out a loud groan, he meets his own climax. Forcing himself as deep as he can as his hot, sticky cum coats her walls.

Both their breathing is heavy, his grip on her thighs holding firm as he thrusts into her a few times, now gentle, loving as he looks down at her.

Her lips still letting moans escape with each movement inside her. "Did such a good job, doll." He coos, panting quietly.

She smiles up at him, attempting to blink away the haze from her eyes. His thrusts slow to a stop, keeping himself buried inside her he leans down, letting her legs fall apart to either side of him as he plants a soft kiss on her lips.

He speaks once more, his voice low and gravelly as he stares into her eyes, his hand moving to hold around her throat once more.

"But I'm not done with you yet."

[babybatgrimm]

Woah... | Soap X Merc!Reader

Summery: Soap is caught off guard by Snake on their day out.

Warnings: masked!reader, fluff,

A/N: this is the second part to Mission Gone South

Soap stands by the front gates, shuffling his feet side to side as he waits for Snake, staring at the ground as he fiddles with his hands. The morning sun warm and crisp against his back.

With a quiet sigh he drops his head back, staring up at the sky instead 'why 'm I so ner'ous?' he thinks to himself before he jumps in panic as something touches his arm.

With hands raised, prepared to fight, he turns to see Snake, hearing a snort from beneath their mask as he lowers his hands. "steamin' Jesus. Scared the hell out o' me!" He gives them a playful glare before grinning.

He paused for a moment, looking over their form. They're wearing some loose cargo pants, and an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled up, a plain black face mask covering their face.

His eyes lock onto theirs. Despite their hood being pulled up over their face, their eyes shon like jewels in the sunlight bouncing off the things around them.

His eyes widen slightly, mesmerized by the glittery shine before he hears a airy chuckle, like a sigh through their nose as they lift their hand to his shoulder, using their middle and forefinger to tap.

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'Don't faint on me, suds.'

He blinks, registering the tapping before laughing, a little embarrassed "sorry, don' think I've seen you in the sun is all, never seen ye' eyes this well" he rubs the back of his neck, looking away, soon feeling more taps against his shoulder.

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'You could've asked.'

He chuckles, a soft pink heating his face before he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure before he speaks again. "Shall we go then?" He asks, pointing away with his thumb.

With a small nod they follow Soap out of the gate, down the road to a nearby pub. He opens the door for them, gesturing for them to go inside before following them in.

Many drinks, laughter, and tapping, the two decide to eat before they take their leave of the pub. As their plates are places in front of them on their table, Soap grins at the sight before him.

"this looks fuckin' amazin'" he cheers, picking up his cutlery before digging into his meal. Snake, very calmly, reaches up to their face, slipping off their mask and placing it on the table.

Their face is still obscured by their hood, but Soap can see the faint outline of their features within the shadows as they begin to eat as well.

Part way through their meal, Soap gains the courage to speak again. "Can I ask ye' somethin'?" He looks back to them, watching their hand still before looking at him from the shroud of their hood.

Feeling their gaze burning into his eyes he continues. "Why the mask?" He smiles at them "got some nasty scars, eh?" But his smile fades as they shake their head, using the end of their for handle to tap on the table.

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'Anonymity.'

Their reply simple, but all it needed to be before they go back to their meal. He nods slowly after a moment, returning to his own plate, occasionally glancing up at them throughout the meal.

Soap laughs at his own amusing story as he and Snake walk back in through the gates of the base. Snake turns to him, using two fingers to tap his shoulder once more.

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'Thanks for the day out.'

He nods to them, a smile plastered across his face as he still chuckles softly. "Thanks for joinin' me." He replies.

Snake nods to him before heading off to their room, Soap doing the same, smiling the whole way to his door.

[babybatgrimm]

Mo Sheud | Soap X Civilian!Reader

Summery: After a long deployment, Soap becomes Johnny again as he holds her in his arms.

Warnings: The fluffiest fluff, Google translate used, Fem!reader

A/N: wanted some feel good fluff after P&P {Ch.1 Pg. 5}

His boots felt heavier than usual as he stomps his way to the taxi. As he climbs in, pushing his duffel on the seat beside him, grumbling his address to the driver as he slumps back in the seat, leaning his head back with a heavy sigh.

As the driver stops on the street out the front of his house, Soap sits up, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. He leans to the driver window to pay the driver before walking up to the house.

He pulls his keys from his pocket, slotting a key into the front door and unlocking it. As he steps inside he drops his duffel on the ground beside the door.

Leaning back against the door as he closes it, he kicks off his boots and pushes them aside. He locks the door, making his way to the bedroom as he looks down at his phone to check the time.

2:27am

He slips his phone back into his pocket, opening the bedroom door as quietly as he can. Peeking inside and smiling as the delicate figure waiting for him in bed.

Stepping inside he closes the door behind him, creeping his way over to the bed, climbing under the blanket. Moving close to her back, he gently slips his arm over her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze as he nuzzles into the back her her neck.

He sighs quietly, relaxing as her warmth and scent envelopes him. He feels her stirring in her sleep, hearing a small groan as her eyes sleepily blink open.

Her hand moves to rub the back of his before she rolls over, nuzzling into his chest with a quiet yawn. He chuckles softly, pulling her close and planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"We'come home" she mumbles, her voice sleepy and muffled against his chest. He hums in reply, rubbing her back slowly.

"Go back to sleep, lass. I'll be here in the mornin'." He whispers, placing another kiss on the crown of her head as she hums. With another quiet yawn she dozes back into sleep.

After a few minutes he yawns, relaxing into sleep with her cradled in his arms, a content sigh through his nose as he drifts off.

The sun pours through the curtains, the gaps between letting in a soft golden glow. Johnny wakes up with a long yawn, he sits up and stretches.

He hears quiet, dull footsteps coming towards the room. The door creeks open as she walks in, a tray in her hands and a sweet smile on her face. "Morning handsome" she greets him with a silken soft voice.

He smiles at her, holding his arms open to her "come 'ere to me, bonny." He says with a warm, loving tone. Her smile grows at his words as she places the tray on the side table.

She steps between his thigh, cradling his head against her upper chest, his arms snaking around her waist and up her back, resting his forearms flat against the small of her back.

He pulls her down, laying her on top of him as he relaxes down onto the bed. She giggles and holds onto his shoulders. "God I missed you, lass" he says warmly, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

She hums quietly, resting her head over his heart. "I missed you too, shamrock." She teases, scratching his head gently with her nails. He lets out a soft, relaxed hum at her touch.

She kisses his chin gently, patting his hair. "Eat your breakfast, Hun, you need a proper meal" she says calmly, he hums in agreement, sitting up and putting her back on her feet.

His voice is soft, warm, and filled with infatuation for the woman in front of him.

"Thank you, mo sheud."

"What's that mean?" She asks with a honey sweet voice, he smiles warmly up at her.

"My jewel."

[babybatgrimm]

Which would you guys rather?

[babybatgrimm]

I can't decide, so you can!

I don't mind what any of these are pronoun wise, so if anyone has any preference, or if you have any requests, let me know! 🖤🦇

[babybatgrimm]

I can't decide, so you can!

I don't mind what any of these are pronoun wise, so if anyone has any preference, or if you have any requests, let me know! 🖤🦇