#Cbf!johnny

[diejager]

Dark!childhood best friend Johnny is going to eat away at my mind for the next couple days, thanks =)

Imagine him guilt tripping you into sex, "At least a blowjob Bonnie, please? Ah been yer best friend for forever." Giving you those big blue puppy dog eyes as he ruts against you.

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, blowjob, choking, throatpie, manipulation/coercion, guilt tripping, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any.

”I don’t know, Johnny,” you bit your lower lip, staring at him with a nervous gleam and answered his hesitantly. You truly wanted to help Johnny, but you didn’t think it appropriate to blow your best friend, especially after your recent break up.

“One, Bonnie, just one.”

Johnny was always insistent, used to getting what he wanted from you as children and teens, your younger and naive mind listening to everything he said. Perhaps he was used to it, but you’ve changed as much as he did, growing up happy but tired with work and life. You’d been hit on, men coming up to you for a quick fuck or to take advantage of you, and how fortunate was it that Johnny was your best friend. That meant you knew a few tricks you’ve heard from prior experience and your friends, but this was Johnny, your childhood best friend who stuck by your side through thick and thin.

“Johnny…” you stammer when he pressed on, cornering you against the couch in your shared flat, his cock - a big and hard and hot mass - rutting your thigh, his hips rucking up your loose shorts, “I’m not sure if-“

He pouted. Johnny pouted, lips pulled down and his pretty, blue eyes gleaming while he begged you to serve him once, he even threw you his puppy eyes. He pressed himself closer to you, hands finding your hips and pulling you into him, his still growing bulge grinding against your burning core, tingling with the fresh flames of pleasure. He groaned, nuzzling your shoulder and panting loudly, his hot breath hitting your neck in loud puffs and grunts.

“Just one, please? Ah been yer best friend fer so long, dinnea ah deserve one, Bonnie?” You couldn’t tell him no when he looked at you with such a pleading expression, sounding so exhausted and restless.

The moment you gave him a tentative nod, Johnny had you kneeling between his legs, excitedly reaching under his pants to pull out his cock. It hung between his legs, heavy with girth and slightly longer than your ex, balls thick with unspent cum and his trimmed hair musky. You’ve seen his naked body before - from the many shared showers and many moments of comfort - but you never really stared at the length and girth of him. Your flustered cheeks made him coo, running his thumb under your eye and letting you take your time, hands wrapping around the base and wetting your dry lips.

You kissed his engorged tip, tongue swirling around it before wrapping your lips around the head, sucking until your cheeks hollowed and bobbing your head lightly. He tasted salty, the dripping pre rolling down your throat each time you took him deeper, slow and careful because of his size. He was thicker than what you were used to, the girth of his cock hard and covered in crossing veins, bulging and throbbing with a pulse; and he was longer than what you’ve had, the head hitting so deeply, making your throat choke around his cock with every drag over your tongue to the back of your mout.

You jerked the rest of his cock, the part that you couldn’t take, with your hands, fingers dragging the skin across his length and traveling down to cup his balls, fondling with his heavy balls. He swore loudly, unabashed and shamelessly moaning out your name, his fingers running through your hair and tightening and pulling when he hit the back of your throat, his cock jumping when you audibly gagged. His whole body shuddered when he caught the first tears under your fluttering lashes, some stray tears rolled down your cheek, gleaming under the living-room light. 

“‘M close, Bonnie,” he rasped, softly running his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper and deeper —to let him fill your stomach with him. 

Invigorated by his words, you bobbed your head faster, choking down your retching and tears, feeling him twitch on your tongue and his pre thickening. He mumbled out a few incoherent words, praises and compliments, telling you how well you were doing and how his best friend had such a good mouth. He let slip out that he would’ve asked for this favour a while back if he knew your mouth was so hot and tight. 

“Moan fer me, let me feel ya.”

You moaned and mewl, letting the sound shake through your throat and mouth vibrating his whole cock, head sinking down on him and slick hands still pumping what you couldn’t fit, coaxing him to come down your throat. When he came, he thrust his hips up, forcing him much deeper as tangy cum spurted from his tip, painting your mouth and throat in thick, white seed. His body shuddered, head thrown back, back arched and limbs tense, holding you still while you swallowed down his cum. 

You gasped and panted when he pulled you off, eyes lidded and lips swollen from the stretch of his shaft. He whispered out praises, pulling you to his lap and peppered your face with doting kisses. He kissed your tears away, and he kissed your lips, his tongue pushing past your teeth and tasting himself in your mouth. Smiling softly at your fiery blush, he pressed his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes with a cheeky expression that made you frown.

“Let me return the favour?”

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[shotmrmiller]

tbh, i need cbf!johnny to have like one arm broken and the other with a badly sprained wrist post-op, and one morning he asks for your help in masturbating.

"Please, hen. Ah've been like this fer 2 weeks already— only managin' to injure my wrist further. As a favor to yer best friend."

He pulls the puppy dog eyes he knows you can't resist, and with an awkward scratch of your head, you agree.

The smile he gives you in response is blinding.

Just a favor, right?

Wrong.

He makes it feel personal. Instead of a simple wank, it's sensual from the moment you help pull down his joggers to when you grab his (already) hardened cock to when his back bows as he comes, with your name spilling from his lips.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

being besties with Soap (x)

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Jealousy: cbf!soap x f!reader

Johnny hadn’t been happier since he had come to visit you at uni. Sure, being in the military was great, it was what he had hoped for and being taken right out of selections into the SAS had been a dream come true, but there was something about being with you that just made him ecstatic.

He had missed everything about you. Your smile, the way you laughed, the way you touched him. Talking to you over the phone hadn’t been enough, he needed to be with you in person.

He hadn’t left your side since he got there. He followed you everywhere you took him, even the mundane places like the library, he was just happy he was with you.

A couple days had already gone by and he felt at home again. Nothing could’ve brought him down…or so he thought.

You and Johnny were at a small house party. A couple of your friends were throwing and you wanted to go so naturally he tagged along.

Free booze and a chance to meet your other friends.

It was going well. He chatted and got along with your friends, much to your extreme delight, and though he did feel a little pang of hurt seeing how close you were with them, he was happy that you were happy.

But then he showed up.

“You’re Johnny?” Carter asked and he gave him a polite smile. “She talks about you nonstop.”

“It’s not that much.” You argued sheepishly but Johnny’s chest swelled with pride. You turned to Carter and gave him a playfully serious look. “And it’s John, to you. I’m the only one who gets to call him that.”

Johnny had been friendly with Carter at first, thought he was alright albeit a little on the fuck-boy side of things, but then he started interacting with you.

It started with the touches.

Carter first would leave little touches in your shoulders and arms, his hands lingering a little too long for Johnny’s liking. He tried not to get annoyed when he would hold you by the waist or when his hand would rest on your lower back but he couldn’t help but glare at him when his hand got a little close to your ass.

Luckily you pulled away but you were starting to get a little drunk, which meant you were having to lean on whoever you were near in order to not fall over.

Johnny began standing closer to you and though you engaged in conversation with him, Carter still kept his hands on you.

He kept his cool until Carter almost kissed you.

Johnny began to shake and he had to out every ounce of discipline he learned at basic training to keep his cool as he walked up to you.

“Hey, join me for a smoke.” It sounded more like a statement rather a question.

“You started smoking?” You gave him a concerned look but stepped away from Carter.

Johnny didn’t answer your question as he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from stumbling too bad. He pressed a quick kiss to your neck and gave your hip a squeeze as he glanced at Carter.

It was childish but he had to hide a smirk when he saw the dejected look in his eyes.

He was the only one who should be allowed to touch you this way. He had done it all your lives, why would anyone need to do it when he was right there to be the one to hold you and touch you when you wanted it?

“Really, you started smoking?” You pressed him further as he walked you both outside. “You can’t do that.”

“I don’t smoke that much.” He assured you, the chill air nipping his nose.

“Johnny…”

He gave you a smile when you pouted and brought you closer to him. He felt his heart swell when you melted into his chest, clearly drunk but still all too ready to fall into his arms like you always do.

“Truthfully, I wanted to get you here by myself.” He admitted and you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t like that prick being all over ya.”

“Carter?” You sounded confused. “He’s just a friend.”

“Didn’t seem like it to me.”

You frowned and stood up straighter.

“He’s a friend.” You stated firmly.

“He was all over you! Touching you, acting like you were his.” He argued and you snorted.

“You do the same thing.”

Yeah, because I love you. Is what he wanted to say but he didn’t, instead he rolled his eyes and held your hips so you wouldn’t stumble away from him.

“I’ve known ya for longer than him, I’ve always been this way with you.” Johnny explained and you giggled, swaying slightly.

“You’re right.” You said absentmindedly. “He’s only like that because we made out once.”

Johnny felt his stomach drop.

“What?”

“Couple months ago at another house party we almost got blackout drunk and made out with each other. Total mistake on my part, I don’t like him like that but he thinks I do even when I’ve told him I don’t.”

The whole time he was listening to you drinking ramble on about this new information he thought two things: one, if Carter doesn’t back off from you even when you told him you weren’t interested he was going to end up with bloody knuckles and two, you made out with him.

Did that mean something? It obviously didn’t because you said it didn’t but what if it did? What if you had feelings for him you didn’t know and now…and now Johnny had lost his chance.

That’s what you get, he scolded himself, that’s what you get for being a coward, for thinking she’ll leave ya if you tell her.

But he couldn’t lose you. Not again.

“You didn’t think to tell me earlier?” He hid his pain behind a short laugh.

“Johnny, you’re my best friend but you’re also a man. I’m not going to tell you about me making out with a guy.” You laughed and he groaned.

“Still coulda told me.”

“No need to, I don’t like him like that.”

Johnny hummed. He tried not to feel hurt and awkward about the situation because he didn’t have a claim over you. You weren’t his, no matter how much he wished you were, he was your best friend and if you found somebody you loved then it was well within your right to pursue them, especially because he had never told you about his feelings.

He was caught off guard when you place a chaste kiss on his lips.

He stared at you with wide eyes, much like how the last time you two shared a kiss. He felt his face heat up and he was sure his cheeks were pink.

One look at you and it was easy to tell you were drunk. You had a strange look in your eyes as you stared at him, almost pleadingly, while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Christ, he wanted to kiss you but you were drunk.

“Think it’s time we get you back to your dorm.” He mumbled and you frowned.

“Give me a kiss first.” You demanded playfully but he shook his head.

“You’re pissed, bonnie-“

“Kiss me, Johnny.”

He stared at you, his eyes flicking to your lips. He wanted to so badly, he wanted to taste you, to know what your lips felt like again after so many years. He wanted to kiss you until neither of you could breathe, until you realized that it was more than just friends messing around, that he truly wanted something more from you.

He almost did. He found himself holding your face and almost pressing his lips to yours before he pressed one to your forehead.

Not like this, he told himself.

When he pulled away you stared at him with an unreadable expression.

“Let’s go, bonnie.”

“Okay.”

A/n: tried to come up with like the most basic sounding name sorry to all the carters out there 😔

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[cumikering]

Possessive best friend Soap x reader

1.6k | angst, bullying, swearing Operation Sabotage: Soap crashed your date (Part 2) Idea from @ceilidho

Soap stepped into the quiet restaurant with an easy smile, not taking long at all to spot you. He could recognise you from anywhere even with your back to him. His smile turned into a cocky grin as he walked over to the table of two, his boots thudding.

He watched as your date looked at his figure approaching, his words trailing off. You blinked at his sudden withdrawal, and when you turned to see what had stolen his attention, you were met with the sight of Soap.

He grabbed a nearby chair, sitting next to you and your date with a chuckle. “Hey, you. Fancy seeing you here.”

You tried not to roll your eyes, pretty much knowing what was to come already. “Hi, Johnny. I’m in the middle of a date,” you said through gritted teeth, gesturing at the man across you.

“I’m sure the lad wouldn’t mind,” he dismissed. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I’m Johnny. What’s your name again?”

“Daniel.” He let out a nervous chuckle, shifting his gaze to you, as if asking what was going on.

“Nice to meet ya, pal.” He didn’t even try to mask the smack as a pat on the back.

You sighed. “Johnny, don’t you have other things to do?”

“Not at the moment, just want to catch up with my buddy here.” He shrugged, turning to Daniel. “So what were you guys talking about?”

Daniel seemed to have recovered from the interruption, going back to his easy-going self. “I was talking about my time in uni,” he began, before taking another bite of his pasta.

You stopped listening, severely distracted by Soap’s uninvited presence at the table as you moved your food around your plate. You always did this - you shut down when you were upset, as to not overreact and make a fool of yourself. If you kept it cool, hopefully Soap would get bored and leave you and Daniel alone soon enough.

Soap nudged you, pulling you back into reality.

“Hey, I thought you didn’t like guys who bounce their legs?”

In a burst of self-consciousness, Daniel’s leg stopped under the table.

“That’s none of your business, Johnny.” You stabbed your fork onto your food too forcefully, not lifting your gaze.

“But you told me it really irked you. Just like when people eat with their mouth open,” he replied, feigning innocence.

Daniel let out a cough at the comment, turning a little red.

You let your fork drop to your plate. You didn’t mean to make it ring that loudly in the room. “Sorry, I need to go to the loo,” you announced to no one, not daring to look at Daniel. Your heavy seat dragged across the carpeted floor before you left.

You were glad the bathroom was empty. You took a few deep breaths with your hand over your chest, going over to the sink when you were a touch calmer. With your hands supporting your weight, you leaned in, looking at your own figure in the large mirror.

Yes, you noticed Daniel bounced his leg – it was one of the first things you noticed of him. Yes, he chewed with his mouth open, even spoke with his mouth full. Yes, these things peeved, no, vexed you. But he was funny and smart, handsome enough with a light stubble, and from what you could tell, handled difficult situations well (like keeping his composure while getting humiliated by a third-wheel on his first date).

You tried to give the man a chance, clutching onto his redeeming qualities, but with each flaw called out, it felt like your attraction towards him drained.

You knew you had to be realistic. It’d been months of online dating, and you’ve met no one you were genuinely interested in. You were frustrated, near hopeless. You knew full well no one was perfect. Yet at this rate, you’d find nobody, not when you couldn’t stop holding every potential partner up to Soap. You knew no one would be as playful and fun as him, as loyal and strong, and you’ve accepted that. But after all these years, why couldn’t you let go of the fantasy of being with him, or even someone like him?

Soap wrapped a heavy arm around Daniel’s shoulder. “Mate,” he began.

Daniel turned to Soap, tearing his gaze away from your body disappearing as you rounded the corner. He took a large gulp of water, before looking back at Soap.

“Did I mention I’m Special Forces? I’m a Sergeant.” Soap watched as his eyes widened. ”We bench press recruits to warm up, usually about your size,” he added, nodding to himself.

“That’s wonderful,” he said, looking away.

He retraced his arm. “Och, I didn’t mean to scare you, pal! I thought we were getting to know each other. Daniel Harris, was it?”

Another uncomfortable chuckle. He didn’t remember mentioning his last name.

“Hey, you still live in Brentford, right? On Clifden and Brooks Road?”

This time he looked genuinely spooked as his brows shot up.

“Any plans yet for your wedding anniversary? October is fast approaching.”

Colour drained out of Daniel’s face. He stood. “I think I better go,” he croaked.

“Aww,” Soap cooed, the smug smile wider. “The very least you can do is pay for the meal, no?”

He pulled a few notes from his wallet with a shaky hand, placing them on the table.

“Och, away an bile ye heaid, pal!” Soap snapped, shooing him away. “Yer a fockin’ disgrace, ya prick!”

With that, Daniel quite literally bolted out of the restaurant.

You stayed in the loo for a few more moments, making peace with yourself as you regulated your breathing further. When you’ve cooled down enough, you walked back to the table with your head held high, determined to tell Soap to piss off as rudely as he’d interrupted your evening.

But Soap was the only one at the table, in Daniel’s seat, leaning back onto the booth. He smirked, his brow cocked. Before you sat down, you noticed the wad of cash, stark in the middle of the table.

“Where’s Daniel?” you asked, alarmed.

“Sorry, lass. He said something came up.” Soap shrugged. “He paid for the meal though. Good lad.”

Your stare narrowed at him as your fists balled on your sides, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Just before the first tear fell, you stormed off the restaurant, ignoring his calls for you.

Clouded with anger, you walked away far enough until it occurred to you you had nowhere to go. Daniel had picked you up for the dinner and you were left with not even the satisfaction of slamming your own car door shut and screaming to your heart’s content in private. You stopped, knowing Soap had followed you close behind, recognising the distinct thud of his boots.

“Hey,” he muttered as he approached you, a hand almost touching your shoulder, but decided against it.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hands before turning to him. “What’s your problem, Johnny! This is not the first time you’ve ruined my date!”

He softened as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. “Lass, I’m just looking out for you.”

“I told you, if you have anything to say, say it civilly not during the date. You keep embarrassing me!” You couldn’t help raising your voice, more tears flowing out. “At this point, I think you just don’t want to see me happy. I’m trying fucking hard here, Johnny! Just because you don’t want a relationship, doesn’t mean you get to ruin my chances.”

He blinked, the air still between the both of you.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he said, eyes on the ground in remorse. “You know that’s not true.”

You hated how pretty his lashes looked. “No, you’re not fucking sorry,” you spat, wiping at your tears again. “Seriously, what’s your problem, Johnny? Are you scared we won’t be friends anymore? I’m royally sick of this. You’re making me fucking miserable.”

His gaze snapped to you, equally fervent now. “Me? I make you miserable?” he repeated in disbelief. ”Ye know wha ma’ problem is?” His head cocked to the side. “Ma’ problem is tha I fockin hate hearin those Tinder pings an knowin it’s nae me who’s makin ye smile at yer phone!”

Soap’s accent always got thicker whenever he got fired up. You usually understood him regardless, but this time you frowned. What you heard was so outrageous, you second guessed your hearing.

“Am fockin sick of seein the lot of arseholes ye meetin, when am right here!” He gestured at himself. “Wha the bloody hell do all these blokes hav tha I daen’t?”

“Johnny,” you said tentatively, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanour. “What are you on about?”

“Why are ye so blind tae me?” he softened. “I thought I made myself clear. All these years I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, to see me as more than a friend.”

Your eyes widened, not believing what tumbled out of his mouth. You watched as his lips parted, his chest moving under his crisp white shirt. For the longest time, you had wanted him to wrap his strong arms around you, pull you close against his broad chest before pressing his sweet lips on yours. And here you finally were, hearing the words you previously could only imagine from him.

“I like you too, Johnny,” you muttered against his neck, arms wrapping around him.

You heard the smile in his sigh.

First fanfic. Would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks :)

@sofasoap

[solitarysketcher]

Gregory being a very sleepy child. He took frequent naps during the day, and seemed to be always yawning and/or exhausted.

Was CBF a factor/reason? He did often fall asleep near her, sometimes hugging her close like a plushie. Yet she thought that humans were Like That and that all the sleeping was normal. So who knows?

well i imagine that cbf's soul sucking powers would result in quite a bit of tiredness, having your soul sucked out isnt good for energy levels

[overthinkingtaleblr]

CBF being unable to really take care of Gregory - not in a "I don't like you" way, in a "horribly out of their depth" way

She keeps giving him food that he shouldn't be eating at his age and can only console him when he wakes up at night from his hurt tummy

Ough,, I imagine his declining health would’ve deeply upset the poor creature.. even in situations where it was in some way dangerous to Gregory. Being hapless and trying as much as possible to keep him alive only to be met with sickness or failure has got to be depressing. Might cry. Hopefully won’t.

I normally see CBF as another child-like creature similar in age— at least in thought process and actions— to Gregory, so being the caretaker and the child would be a struggle. Failing older sibling CBF is absolutely a depressing concept, and makes Ghost pushing it away both more… painful, and more rebellious, like a kid trying to find his own way in the world without being coddled. There’s a way that this could be a very interesting idea for a story based around having CBF move on.

Of course, Ghost being scared of CBF likely isn’t just because he wasn’t taken care of back when they lived together. Even if CBF is innocent, there seems to be a deeper-running paranoia that needs to be handled before they can have a conversation about how CBF didn’t know how to take care of a baybe.

[silver-tongued-deovel]

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Just getting back into writing, so warning: potentially ooc Ghost.

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- cbf! Simon, who reaches out to an old acquaintance to send his first paycheck to you. He has the barracks and mess hall and knows you have no such comforts.

- cbf! Simon, who finds you left town as soon as you turned 18 from said acquaintance.

-cbf! Simon, who can't seem to track you down no matter how hard he tries. It's just like you disappeared. He can't even find any semblance of an internet presence.

-cbf! Simon, who lets it haunt him. The memories of your friendship and the absence of knowledge regarding your current life pop into his head at the worst times.

- cbf! Simon, who believes he's cursed. That he'll lose everyone he loves.

-cbf! Simon, who eventually accepts that he'll never have a bond like the two of you shared. Sure, he has his teammates. But they don't care for each other the same way you two did.

-cbf! Simon, who eventually learns to live with your absence. He even befriends his other teammates and (eventually) the tf141.

-cbf! Simon, who sees a girl eerily similar to what he imagined you'd look like, all grown up while out celebrating a successful mission with the task force.

-cbf! Simon, with a concerned Johnny, asking if he's okay as he stares at the girl with glazed over eyes.

-cbf! Simon, who hears your laugh, coming from the girls mouth. He immediately stands up to push Johnny away and head towards the bar.

-cbf! Simon, who approaches you with Johnny hot on his heels.

-cbf! Simon, who sees the confused look in your eyes as he approaches you and feels an ache in his chest.

-cbf! Simon, who has to make sure it's you. He calls out your name, and there's recognition on your face. Towards the name, not him.

-cbf! Simon, who's crushed when you ask, "Do I know you?" As if seeing the hurt in his eyes, you add, "Sorry. Can't really recognize you with the mask on mate."

-cbf! Simon, who doesn't think twice before ripping his balaclava. He thinks he hears a gasp come from Johnny. But all that matters is the look in your eyes.

-cbf! Simon, who almost collapses as he hears you mumble, "Simon?"

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If this does well, I'd like to make it into a short fic:)

Thoughts would be appreciated.

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[eilidh-eternal]

here to share brainworms on this:

Imagine being a friend of theirs and sleeping with both of them on seperate occasions without knowing that they're friends (perhaps you met them at different times in different places) and noticing the tattoo and you think back to that one time you slept with some other Sergeant and know you've seen that exact tattoo before while he's making a mess of you on his cock🥴

AJDSKFSJ KELSI?!

Oh my god…

A fwb type situationship with Gaz—who honestly would like to be more bc he’s a SWEETHEART—but you’re still a little hung up on cbf Johnny😵‍💫

Maybe it was a right person wrong time thing, or maybe there was an argument over a miscommunication, but you’ve never been able to forget about the time you shared with him, even though you know you need to move on.

And then came Gaz. Sweet, loving, wants to be whatever you need Gaz. But you’re still so traumatized from loosing the person you thought you were going to spend your whole life with that you’re not ready to let him in, at least not into your heart, so you let him fill the void of physical affection. You let yourself believe that if you hold him at arms length he won’t get close enough to hurt you, like he did.

But Kyle is a smart man, emotionally intelligent and perceptive, and above all else—patient. He takes things slow with you, lets you set the pace and stays firmly on the other side of your boundaries, even if every time you see him they’re slowly starting to crumble. He knows someone before him hurt you, knows that’s why you don’t want to label what you two are, don’t want to get attached.

You’ve only hooked up with him a few times, still sort of getting to know one another without getting too personal. So, clothes have stayed on, for the most part. In your mind, this is purely about taking care of your physical needs, and the gods gave pants zippers for a reason, right? Right, so you don’t really know what Kyle looks like. You sure as fuck know what he feels like though, and it keeps you coming back.

But those walls… Kyle is right about them. You start getting comfortable with him, don’t feel the need to wear your clothes like armor the more you see him and he proves that he won’t push you into anything you aren’t ready for. And the first time you both get to see each other laid bare? Oh, Kyle is a goner. Fucks you deep and slow, really takes his time getting to know all of you.

It’s when you’re on top that you see it, the dark whorl of ink peeking out at you between your fingers where they’re planted on his hips, holding you steady while he rocks up into you. You move your hand higher, dragging your fingers up the ridged plane of his abdomen, and look a little closer at the tattoo through half-lidded, lust-addled eyes, at the familiar shape of the revolver inked into his skin.

Familiar, but you can’t quite place where you’ve seen it before when he’s got you crying on his cock.

A few weeks later, you’ve reluctantly started to grow fond of Kyle, and he invites you out for drinks with his friends. Of course you two are early, he out of habit and you out of nervous anxiety, and while you wait for everyone else to arrive he’s showing you something on his phone, scrolling through his camera roll when you see it, the photo of him and what must be one of his friends at the tattoo parlor together, skin still red from the fresh ink.

“Wait, what’s that?” You point to the photo.

“Oh! That’s my best mate and I. Said if we came back in one piece we’d finally get some matching ink.” He clicks on the photo and you nearly fall out of your chair. Nearly pass out from the lack of oxygen when the breath is punched out of you when you realize why you recognize that tattoo.

Johnny’s face stares back at you, arm slung over Kyle’s shoulders with the same easy smile you remember him with plastered on his face.

Kyle’s saying something, telling some story, but you don’t hear it, can’t hear the music or the chatter of the other patrons over the panic shrieking in your mind. It’s not until you feel a hand on your shoulder that you surface from your thoughts, Kyle’s voice reaching you through the churning depths of your mind.

He’s introducing you to his Captain, and his Lieutenant, but you can’t stop staring at the Sergeant, the ghost from your past, that he calls his best friend.

[diejager]

Dark cbf!Johnny masterlist

Pairing: dark childhood best friend!Johnny x fem!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, rough sex, creampie, cheating, size difference, fingering, cunnilingus, manipulation, coercion, gaslighting, tell me if I missed any. Note: there’s no specific order to this you some parts might be confusing.

Parts:

Thought

Blowjob

Childhood

[shotmrmiller]

someone just posted something that has me ripping my hair out of my scalp because it's so cbf!johnny

johnny will text you random stuff to have you put your guard down only to send you

I love it when you start doing ⭕️💢⭕️💢 around my cock as I stuff you full

while you're out in public. You can't flip the phone over fast enough, and your co-worker will have seen the message, playfully teasing, "Just your best friend, huh?"

Once you get back home, his limpid blue eyes will glow in between his dark lashes as he begs for forgiveness and now your head is pressed into the carpet, fibers chafing the delicate skin of your cheek as he viciously snaps his hips against yours, cock filling you to the very brim over and over again.

He's already fucked you through 3 orgasms, and when his pace starts to get sloppy, his hips stuttering, that's when you do the thing he teased you with earlier.

You clamp your walls down on him rhythmically, like your pussy has a heartbeat of its own, and the groan that claws it's way out of his throat is so loud, so obscene, that it sends you careening towards one last climax.

Johnny pumps the last of his cum into your swollen channel, making sure you get every last drop of it before he pulls out his softening length.

"Ah told ye ah love when ye do that."

it needed to be done, and if i went to sleep i'd forget it so forgive any mistakes i'm on my phone.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

being besties with Soap (x)

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Surprise: cbf!soap x f!reader

Johnny called you nearly everyday for months. It wasn’t the same, he wasn’t there to go have dinner with you or to hang out with you for hours at a time, but when you both were free you spent hours on the phone together.

Hearing his voice, knowing that he was still talking to you made you feel better and you knew it made him feel better too.

“I’ll still be in uni by the time you come home.” You told him one day and he scoffed.

“So? That won’t stop me.” He assured you and you laughed because you had worried about it.

Worried that he wouldn’t come home if you were still at classes, worried he would and you’d miss him. But knowing that no matter what, he will come see you not matter what made you feel better.

"When do you think you'll be coming?" You asked, excited and nervous about seeing him again.

"What if I wanted it to be a surprise?" He teased and you groaned.

"C'mon I need to know just the day."

"Well...if your uni wasn't so confusing it'd be today."

You shot up from your bed, your heart beating fast as you tried figure out if you were dreaming or not. Today? Right now? He was here and you were going to see him after almost an entire year of not seeing him?

"Where are you?" You asked urgently as scrambled to get dressed.

"Uh, I think the middle of campus?"

"Johnny! More specific!"

"There's a campus coffee shop right in front of me."

"Do not move from there."

Johnny laughed and you nearly sprinted out of your dorm, knowing exactly where he was. You were close by and you didn't stop for anything as you ran to the coffee shop.

When you got there you looked around frantically for him.

He called out your name, not from the phone but from the square around you. You stopped and looked for him and when you saw him it took only just a moment to recognize him before you were rushing at him.

Johnny wrapped his arms tightly around you when you jumped on him. He held you firmly, almost in a bone crushing hug while you hugged him back just as tight with tears in your eyes.

It felt like home in his arms. Suddenly everything felt so much better inside you as he held you securely to him, to finally see him and feel him after so long.

"I missed you." You choked out and sniffled.

"I missed you too." He sighed heavily.

It took a moment for you both to pull away and when you did, you both took in each other for the first time in almost a year.

The first thing you noticed was the change in his hair. Instead of full head of hair, he instead had shaved it into a Mohawk which hadn’t been trimmed. He had also bulked up, having a lot more muscles than you had ever seen on him before, making him look less like the boy that used to play football and draw pictures, to someone who went to the gym every day.

There was also something different about him. Something more serious that you could see in the way he stood in front of you, more discipline that you never really saw from him before.

And yet, despite that he still had that big doofus grin you had grown up with and known to love.

And at the same time Johnny was going through something similar as he looked at you.

He noticed the changes immediately, noticed how you had more confidence in yourself than the day he had left you, how you looked so much more grown up than he felt and how much more beautiful you were.

He got flustered when you looked into his eyes the same you got flustered when he looked at you.

Maybe it was the fact that the two of you hadn’t seen each other in a long time but neither of you could quite understand you have never truly seen how attractive the other was until this very moment.

“How-How long are you home for?” You asked as you held onto his hand.

“Ten days.” He told you and he squeezed your hand. “We can do whatever you want.”

Ten days wasn’t nearly long enough but you didn’t care. He was here with you now and you felt the happiest you had been in months.

“I know this perfect restaurant near campus and then after that I can show you around.” You offered and he smiled.

“Lead the way, Bonnie.”

A/n: babies are in love but are too dumb to say it

Tags: @elysian0612 @cassiecasluciluce @pepsicolacoochie @hayleybarnesx @tiredmetalenthusiast @misshoneypaper @sodavrr @ghostslittlegf @glitterypirateduck @comeonatmebruh

[ohbo-ohno]

3.5k of cbf-turned-bully!soap x reader, inspired by this (very old) ask to my fave ever <3 (read on ao3)

tags: dubcon, dirty talk, masturbation, references to bullying, breaking and entering, rough sex, overstimulation

You’re still nearly shaking with frustration as you settle beneath your sheets, fingers twitching against your stomach and your jaw clenched tight.

You are not going to touch yourself. You’re not. There is no way in hell that you’re coming home from seeing Johnny fucking MacTavish for the first time in years and masturbating. It’s not happening.

…Well, you are awfully keyed up.

“Fucking bastard,” you hiss to yourself, frustration only growing as you shimmy down your loose shorts. You tell yourself firmly that this has absolutely nothing to do with the reappearence of your greatest nemesis, and try not to grind your teeth. You hadn’t even spoken to the man - just a glance of him had you hissing and ducking behind a different aisle at the supermarket - and you’re already riled by him. It’d be embarrassing if you weren’t nearly too horny to think.

You take a deep breath and rest your fingers over your slit, closing your eyes and letting your mind wander. You touch yourself slowly, fingers carefully spreading your lips as you let your mind wander. With your free hand you tug open your bedside drawer, tugging out your favorite toy and dragging it down your stomach.

Your movements are measured and familiar as your usual fantasies play across the backs of your eyes. You give yourself several long moments to slicken, coaxing more and more from your body with nimble fingers and quick circles.

In your mind, there’s a large body over yours and something just thick enough to let you feel the sting of a stretch inside of you, your breasts pushing against his chest, soft grunts in your ears.

Your breathing hitches, hips working against your palm as the fantasy starts to become more clear. He’s big, both above you and inside of you - only halfway in and already tugging you near the edge. His hands are on either side of your head, caging you in so all you can see is his tan skin, his rippling muscles.

You bite your lip to hold back a moan, eyelids fluttering. His bright eyes roll back when he pulls away enough for you to see his face. You lift one hand to your breast, the other gripping his head and both of you moan when you tug. The drag of his cock inside of you is perfect, his weight over you, the heat absolutely pouring over him…

His head drops back down when you let go of his hair, and his lips curve up into a smile as he looks down at you.

You nearly screech when you recognize him, throwing both hands away from your body and your eyes flying open to stare at your dark cieling. Your cunt and nipple throb, feeling quite suddenly neglected, but your heart isracing for an entirely different reason.

No. No. It’s one thing to satisfy your own needs after seeing the man, it’s another to… God, you can hardly even think it - to fantasize about the man and fuck yourself to him. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, desire rapidly cooling. Without Johnny himself in front of you - all six feet of him, muscular and masculine as he’s grown up to be - it’s easier to remember just how terrible he was to you all those years in school. There’s no sharp jawline and cute scruff to distract you from the memory of how he’d steal your clothes before you could change in gym class, leaving you with only those embarrassingly tiny athletic shorts for the rest of the day.

You huff as you let your legs fall closed again, the mood well and truly dissipating now. All you’ve got left is regular frustration, instead of the fun kind.

A sharp tap at the window jerks you out of your pouting, and you yank your blankets up to cover what little skin is showing in a panic, the slick dildo resting on your thighs. The room is silent for a moment, absolutely still except for the fan in the corner that’s been blowing for years, until there’s another tap.

You don’t realize what it is until the tap turns into a thunk. Then, you can hardly bite back your yelp. You’re nearly paralyzed with fear as the sound turns into a sort of… jangling almost, clearly coming from the one window in your bedroom.

Back pressed against your headboard, you can do nothing but think of all the things you should be doing as the curtains start blowing more noticeably, wind pouring into the room.

You’re just sucking in a breath to scream when Johnny MacTavish pops out from behind the curtain, combat boots loud against the wood flooring.

“Same old broken lock, huh, bonnie?” He smirks, strolling into your room like he belongs, like he used to. “Be honest now, you were just waiting here for me, weren’t you?”

You’re gaping like a fish, you know it, but you can’t help but stare at him wide-eyed.

The last time John MacTavish was in your bedroom, he was at least a foot shorter and a hell of a lot more welcome. The two of you had been eleven when he’d still been willing to be near you, but as soon as you’d moved on to elementary school - as soon as boys became boys and girls became girls, and kids had crushes instead of cooties - he’d stopped coming around. It was only a few years after that, in high school, that he’d gone from a friend you used to have to the boy who made school miserable.

And there is not one single reason you can think of to justify him sneaking in, the way he used to. Not now, all these years later with so much - said and unsaid - lingering between you.

None of that seems to weigh on him, though. He’s cocky as ever, doesn’t even bother to take off his boots as he saunters towards your bed, giving you a long look that can only be described as salacious as he leans himself against the foot of your bed.

It’s pure instinct to grope blindy at your bedside table, grabbing the first thing your fingertips touch and launching it at his head.

His instincts are sharp enough the he catches the bottle of water before it can do any real damage, but the small distraction gives you enough time to stumble to your feet, blanket held protectively in front of your body - you’re not completely nude, but a tanktop and panties aren’t exactly what you want Johnny seeing you in.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You hiss, some old instinct making you want to stay quiet even though there’s no one in the house with you.

The look he gives you is almost begrudgingly scolding, his lips tilted up in the corners as he tuts like he’s just barely holding back a smile. “Now, what was that for? I know your happy to see me, no need to start throwin’ things.”

“Johnny,” you scold, heartbeat slowing as the initial fear fades. “What the hell are you doing in my room? We haven’t spoken in years, you can’t just show back up-”

“Aw, I knew you missed me,” he grins, easily interrupting you and stepping almost within arms reach, water bottle discarded on your dresser. “Figured you didnae want to hear from me, I’d have written if I knew you’d be so crabbit.”

You splutter a bit, spine straightening in offense. “You’re breaking into my house! I have more than a right to be- what’d you say? Crabbit?”

His smile only grows and he steps closer, making you instinctually take a step back. “I don’t mind, lass. ‘S always fun to coax a pretty thing out of an ugly mood.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you splutter, your heart only beating faster as Johnny prowls forward, eyes dragging down your body like he wants to eat you alive. 

“I like your PJs, bonnie,” he rumbles, reaching out a hand to drag his finger down one of the straps of your tank top. “Did you match your panties just for me?”

Yous hiss and smack his hand away, one hand crossing tight over your chest to try and regain some amount of modesty. “How could I have dressed for you when you’re breaking in? This is ridiculous, you need to go, Johnny-”

You hardly even notice as he slowly pushes you backward, his chest pressed against yours until there’s no more room to pull away from him, the wall at your back a cold shock.

“Go?” He tilts his head, eyes big and round and you know the bastard isn’t as innocent or well-meaning as he’s trying to look. “But I just got here, bonnie. We haven’t even fucked yet.”

You rear back at the crass language, face flushing with heat. “What- we’re not going to-” You stumble over your words, pressing further back against the wall when his hands - rough, calloused, so much bigger than they used to be - grab both of your elbows to keep you still. “We’re not having sex,” you finally manage to choke out.

His grin is shark-like, sharp and verging on mean as he ducks his face closer to yours, lowering his voice to match your volume. “Why not? You look hungry, lass, don’t you want a little help? My fingers are bigger than yours, bet I can reach further up in your pretty cunt than you can.”

You gape for a moment, mouth moving as you think about saying any number of things, each of them dying before they cross your lips. This Johnny is so far from the lanky teenager who shoved you as you passed him in the hallway, and even further from the little boy who refused to be your first kiss because of your cooties. You have no idea how to deal with this invasive adult Johnny.

Your hands are small against his broad chest, and you press against him with just a hint of pressure, hoping he’ll take your hint and lean away. He doesn’t, only pushes himself closer and gives you some of his weight to hold up. 

“Johnny, come on,” you try, pushing a little harder and only getting yourself more firmly pinned against the wall. “We can- let’s get lunch tomorrow, okay? We can talk then.”

Johnny doesn’t respond at first, only ducks down and presses his face into your throat. You stiffen at the feeling of his damp breath against your skin, the slight brush of his teeth chasing goosebumps down your spine. Your breath hitches when you feel a distinct shape against your stomach, his hardness pressing into you.

“I can’t leave now, bonnie,” he says against your throat, groaning and grinding himself against you just once. “Ye’ve got me all worked up, I’ll die if you make me go.”

“Johnny…” you whine, wrapping your hands around his biceps and squeezing.

“I’ll make it good for you, don’ worry,” he reassures, hands shifting from the wall to wrap around your waist. “Might be a tad selfish once we get goin’, but you’ll have your fun.”

You can’t do much but squirm as one of his hands slips down beneath your bottoms, large hand cupping you. Your squeak is entirely unintentional when his fingers begin to explore without any reservations, your face hot with embarrassment at how quickly your body reacts.

Johnny doesn’t lift his head far, only enough to mouth at your jaw and leave little sucking bites. His free hand, the one not stroking your clit and drawing out wetness from your core, drifts up enough to palm one of your breasts.

“Johnny,” you breathe, incapable of saying anything but his name.

You can feel his smile against your skin, and you arch further into him when he slides one thick finger inside of you. His fingers are bigger than yours, enough for you to worry about the size of other parts of him.

“You’re so tight for me, lovie. Gonna squeeze me just right, huh?” His fingers crooks inside of you at just the right angle, and your hips jerk forward on instinct as you cry out. “Pretty thing, can’t believe I never had this back in school.”

“What-” You start, cutting yourself off with a gasp that melts into a moan as he pushes another finger inside of you. You’re more than wet enough to take it, but everything seems to be moving at hyperspeed, and you can’t keep up. “Oh, that’s- what’re you talking about?”

He huffs against your jaw, nosing up a little further to press against your cheek as his hot breath washes over you. “You’re so pretty lass, had me hard as iron every day when we were kids. Wasn’t very nice, huh bonnie? Walkin’ around in those cute skirts and - fuck, your pretty blush… drove me fucking insane.”

You yelp at the sudden stretch of three fingers, pushing up onto your toes to try and jerk away, but Johnny just follows you, thumb stroking cruelly over your clit.

“Just wanted to bend you over,” he groans, pressing his hips into your stomach and gripping your breast tight enough that you worry you’ll bruise. “Wanted to put you on your knees, on your back, fuck, woulda done anything for just a peek at this pretty cunt.”

“Jo-hnny,” you hiccup, melting against him as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you, everything else fading as you creep closer to an orgasm you’re not even sure you want. “I don’t-”

“Hush,” he hisses, smacking your tit lightly and ignoring your cry of shock. “Lemme get you off here, then I’ll fuck you, yeah? Gonna split you open on my cock, show you what you coulda had years ago, gonna fuck you dumb.”

He finally presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and cries as they slowly grow in volume. Your hips buck against his hands as you chase an orgasm, unable to do anything more than pant into Johnny’s mouth as he licks into yours, tongue exploring every bit he can reach.

Your orgasm absolutely melts you, leaves you weak and limp pinned between the wall and the man you’d once known so well. Johnny’s breathing almost as hard as you, every part of him pressed fully against you. He’s all heat and solid man, forcing you to ride out every euphoric wave of your orgasm.

You’re a little glassy eyed by the end of it, knees weak and mind even weaker. You’re vaguely aware of your hands lightly pushing at him as he lifts you by the thighs, dropping you carelessly onto the bed.

“Fuck,” Johnny hisses, tearing your clothes from your body like they’re nothing. You whine when he presses kisses to your stomach, those kisses quickly turning to sucking bites that have you arching and running a hand through his mohawk. 

He doesn’t bother to take off his shirt - too busy licking his way up to your tits for that - but the sound of his belt dropping to the floor and his jeans following is loud in the quiet of your bedroom.

When he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking like he’s trying to physically pull more moans from you, you arch off the bed with a near squeal. He’s hunched over you as he settles firmly above your prone form on the bed, knees between your thighs and keeping them spread.

“Slow- slow down,” you gasp, tapping at his shoulder a bit frantically as you feel the thick - so thick - length of him press against your drooling center. “Johnny-!” 

Your cry melts into a long, drawn-out moan as Johnny forces himself inside of you with one mean thrust. Three fingers somehow wasn’t enough prep for you to take him comfortably, his cock leaving you teary eyed and writhing on the bed as he bottoms out in just seconds. You feel like you’ve been impaled, the breath forced from your chest as you dig your nails into his shoulder and try despertley to breathe through the stretch.

“There,” Johnny pants above you, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “There ye go, bonnie, good fuckin’ girl for me. Coulda - shit, shit - coulda had this years ago, huh?” His head drops low, eyes boring into yours as he pulls back and thrusts back into you sharply, forcing another cry from your lips. “See how good it feels? I can make you feel so good, pretty girl, promise.”

“Johnny, c’mon,” you gasp, scratching down his shoulder blades and pulling him close. Any reservations you had have been fucked out of you in just a few thrusts, and even despite your recent orgasm your clit throbs with need. “C’mon, you can- you can move.”

His smile is sharp above you, his own pupils blown wide and his shirt sticking to his sweat-slick skin. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder?”

You whine high in your throat, throwing your head back and hitching your hips higher as he finds a pace that works, his hips slamming against the backs of your thighs when you wrap them around his waist. You’re half off the bed with the position he’s got you in, his arms scooping you up around your back so he can lavish more attention across your tits.

Every breath you take leaves you in a moan or a cry, the pleasure he’s punshing into you almost overwhelming. You feel fevered, desperate in a way you never have before as you claw desperately at Johnny’s scalp, tugging his hair until he moans.

“So tight for me,” he slurs against your chest, drooling as he switches from one nipple to the other. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ mad, bonnie, could stay in this cunt forever, shit.”

“Johnny,” you gasp, eyes screwed up tight as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to a second peak. “You’re so… fuck, so big, I can’t… can’t breathe.”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking up at you and pushing himself up enough to press kisses to your lips. “‘M fuckin’ the air right out of you, huh? Fuckin’ you so good you can’t breathe?”

“Yeah,” you keen, your body beginning to tense as you begin to taste your orgasm. “Feel so good, Johnny, please, I’m so- I’m so close, c’mon…”

“Yes, yes,” he chants against you, his lips brushing over every bit of your face he can reach, tongue darting out to lick up the few stray tears slipping from your eyes. “Squeeze me tight, c’mon, come for me, lass, you can do it.”

He doesn’t give up his tight hold on you to rub your clit, but you find that you don’t need him to, the combination of his thrusts and everything about the situation bringing you to a powerful enough orgasm that your vision whites out for a moment. Your throat is sore as you shout, and the fabric of Johnny’s shirt is loose around where your fingers have dug in mercilessly.

“Fuck, tight as a vice, fuck, fuck,” Johnny moans, his own face screwed up in pleasure as he loses any rhythm he had before, fucking you like a fleshlight. He leans back and pulls you up with him, holding you chest to chest with him and burying his face into your neck as you hold onto him for dear life. 

He buries his teeth right above your pulse as he comes, working his hips in small, jerky thrusts to milk himself as you tighten up around him. Your breath is synced with his, both of you panting desperately and soaked in sweat.

You’re still reeling as he begins to recover. Before you can even muster enough strength to let your thighs fall away from his hips, he’s falling forward onto the bed and laying both of you out on your sides, his hold on you not loosening at all. He takes half a second to throw his shirt across the room, then presses you so close that your tits are all but flat against his chest.

He’s uncharacteristically silent as the two of you share breaths, each of you slowly floating back into your bodies. The only emotion you can really muster is shock - how is it that Johnny, your best friend turned biggest bully, just fucked you better than any man you’ve been with before? It feels, in some absurd way, unfair.

“We’ll have to talk about this,” you say quietly, once your heartbeat has almost evened out and your breaths are coming evenly. 

Johnny only hums, one big hand moving down to hitch your thigh back around his waist, tilting your body so somehow even more of your skin is pressed against his. “Sure, bonnie,” he murmurs, voice half muffled from where his face is pressed into your hair. “Tomorrow.”

“I’m serious, Johnny,” you try, one hand resting on his ribs. “You broke into my house.”

“Hmm,” he hums, taking a deep breath of your scent and letting it out contentedly. “I’ll say sorry in the mornin’. Sleep now, though.” His voice is almost pleading, his grip on you tightening for just a moment, one hand behind your back and the other resting on your ass. You feel like a stuffed animal, but you’re too pleasure-sated to really mind.

“Alright,” you agree, settling into his hold fully and letting your mouth rest against his collarbone as your eyes flutter shut. “Tomorrow.”

[glittergoblinzz]

Ghoap (well, Cbf!Soap mainly) asking Afab!Reader to be their surrogate (pt 1)

CW: Talks of surrogacy/pregnancy

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The last thing you expected when you came home after work one day was your friend Johnny sitting on your couch. You two have been friends since childhood and have been inseparable, even after he joined the military. You trusted the man with your life and would let him come over whenever he felt like it, going as far as giving him an extra key to your flat in Sunderland.

At first, you thought something bad must have happened since you could see he was clearly stressed about something. You drop your bag down and go over to the couch, sitting next to him

"Johnny, what are ya doing here? Is something wrong?"

He looks up at you with those crystal blue eyes, running a hand through his mohawk.

"Nah, there's nothing wrong per say, but...there is somethin' I need to ask ya, lass. Somethin' big...."

"What is it?"

Johnny pauses, unsure of how to ask this. After a moment, a voice from behind you two speaks up. A deep, gravely voice with a Mancunian accent. The unexpected voice causes you to jump slightly and turn around. It was Johnny's husband, Simon. Johnny had told you about him numerous times but you had never gotten to meet him in person before. His brown eyes bore down at you. It was hard to tell what exactly he was thinking but from the tone of his voice and how blunt he was, it was clear he wasn't exactly happy.

"He wants to know if you'd be our surrogate."

This makes you pause. They want you to be their surrogate? The MacTavishs? Really? You understand that you and Johnny are good friends and all, but you figured they would have gone through an agency or even adopted instead. You look back at Johnny, who was giving Simon a bit of a look himself.

"Johnny, is this true?"

Johnny turns back to you and his face softens quite a bit before he looks down at the ground.

"Aye...it's true, lass. I know this is a really, really big favour to ask, but...."

Johnny looks back up at you and gently grabs your hand.

"Could ya do this for us? We'll pay ya, take care of ya. Simon's done took a step back from the military for this next part of our lives so you'll always have at least one of us around at all times."

The look of desperation in Johnny's eyes makes your heart break for him a little bit. You knew he's always wanted to be a dad one day, have a family of his own. You fold your arms over your chest and lean back into the couch a bit, thinking it over....

"If I do this for you....how would we be doing this? Do you already have an egg from a donor? Are you just needing me to carry your child for you?"

Johnny sighs

"No. We'd be hoping ya wouldn't mind doing it....the ol' fashioned way...."

"The old fashioned way...? You mean... You'd sleep with me to knock me up?"

Before Johnny could say anything else, Simon interjects.

"No. Not him. I'd be doing it..."

You look up at Simon, clearly shocked. You barely knew this man and here he was saying that he'd be the one sleeping with you. You've only heard tidbits about him from Johnny. Sure, Johnny made him out to be a good man who liked to crack jokes and was a pretty laid back guy but from this first encounter, he doesn't seem like that at all. This made you extremely hesitant to help your friend out in starting his family....

Seeing the look of worry on your face, Johnny clears his throat causing you to look back at him again.

"Don't mind him, lass. He's just a bit....protective. Simon doesn't feel comfortable at the thought of me sleeping with someone else. I hope ya can understand that? And don't worry, like I said before...ya don't need to say yes now. Ya can give your answer later on, after you've spent a bit of time with Simon and have gotten to know him better. I wouldn't want ya sleeping with someone ya barely know."

You slowly nod. You could understand that. You and Johnny have known each other for much longer and it wasn't a secret he had a crush on you in the past....so Simon most likely felt the relationship would be threatened if Johnny was the one to sleep with you, worrying that would rekindle the old feelings he had for you from your younger years. Giving a slight sigh, you smile at Johnny and slightly give his hand a squeeze before letting it go.

"Yeah, okay. I'll give it a shot for you, Johnny. I'll try to get to know Simon better before I make my full decision..."

Johnny's face lights up and he immediately leans in to hug you tightly. He pulls away after a moment with a huge grin on his face.

"Thanks, lass. I promise Simon isn't normally like this. He just....has a hard time trusting people he doesn't know. He'll warm up to ya eventually."

This earns a scoff from Simon as he turns his head away from you two. Johnny laughs and gets up from the couch, moving behind it towards Simon.

"Lighten up, love. I know ya two pretty well....I think you'll get along in no time at all..."

He looks at Simon lovingly as he brushes his hand through Simon's short, black hair before giving him a kiss on his forehead. Simon frowns a bit, some of the scars on his face becoming more prominent; especially the ones on his upper lip and cheek.

"Really, Johnny? In front of her?"

Johnny only laughs in response, nodding.

"Aye, in front of her. Now come on, we should probably let her be now..."

He didn't need to tell Simon twice. The Brit immediately started heading towards the door without another word, only stopping in the doorway to wait for Johnny. Before leaving, Johnny turns to you again.

"Again, thank you. This really does mean a lot to me, and especially Simon....even if the brute doesn't want to admit it..."

Another groan is heard from Simon, who's barely...just barely....got a slight upward curl of his lips going on.

"...So I'll text ya soon with some dates and times so we can all get together and hang out a bit, so you can Simon can get to know each other better, yeah?"

You nod, smiling as you stand up and give Johnny another quick hug.

"Yeah. Sounds good. See you later, Johnny. Simon."

You give a slight nod to Simon, who hesitates before giving a slight nod back. Johnny turns and walks to Simon, taking Simon's hand in his before the couple leaves your house.

[solitarysketcher]

hii i got inspired. wanna talk abt cbf headcanons? i think its a soul eating demon that mainly targets kids because theyre easier to get to, posessing something close to them (toy, pile of cardboard, etc.). the reason it still messes with ghost is because he managed to get away before it could take all of him