#and I thought I got it and bought a bottle of soap and a bottle of softener

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

just realized I got mixed up and bought 3 litres of soap and no fabric softener 🥲

[aethelwyneleigh27]

TF141 Scenarios and Headcanons

(Them interacting with the mini and pink version of Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley) Inspired by my previous post

Credits to @puff0o0 for this wonderful art that I requested and all the other art that's used in this post, she delivered and slayed. I genuinely love your art style because the textures looks like crayons were used and it's just so cute, thanks so much Puff <3

Pairings:

Ghost x Wife!Reader

Justice for Soap? Poor guy has been a victim in this entire set of scenarios.

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

❥ Simon bringing mini Ghostie for her to interact with the Taskforce again. Safe to say Soap got hit at the back of his head for even trying to make fun of the pink carrier (that you, his loving wife bought for the baby), while the little one was fidgeting with the red bow that decorated the front of the strap carrier.

❥ Ghostie didn't earn the nickname till the second time Simon brought her with him bringing the mask along and she proudly wore it. They actually went through the effort of getting her a tailored camo print uniform with a little patch embroidered with the words "youngest recruit" and "Riley" embroidered on the back of the shirt.

❥ Mini Ghostie keeping herself busy with the crayons and papers provided by uncle Gaz, drawing herself, her dad and the other Taskforce members then proudly showing it off to them after they're done being busy. (It earned a spot on the base's fridge, Price bought a magnet for that purpose alone because it was held up by tape for the longest time)

❥ A little visual for you guys provided by my favorite and beloved mutual @puff0o0:

❥ Ghostie and Gaz exchange drawings on a basis, more oftentimes it's funny faces that Soap makes. Soap saw them..

"I DINNAE LOOK LIKE THAT"

*Gaz raising a brow at him while Ghostie was giggling at Soap raising his voice*

❥ And yes, Gaz was responsible for the shrekified version of Soap that was on the fridge.

❥ Soap tried to draw something as an insult towards Gaz but it backfired and little Ghostie ended up loving it and taking it home to display it on the wall of her room:

❥ Gaz tends to be pursuaded by every little pout Ghostie gives him, probably the reason behind him being her favorite uncle. Ghostie made a drawing of Gaz once with an outlined heart around the picture, he now has it framed on his desk.

❥ Safe to say that Ghostie was amused by Soap getting hurt in any way possible, at first it started with her dad playfully punching the sergeant that made her giggle but then it slowly started to turn into her taking matters into her own hands and actually hitting uncle Soap herself. (Poor Soap)

❥ Little one constantly either slaps Soap or pulls on his mohawk. Yeah Ghost probably taught her that, she loves seeing her dad amused and giggles when she makes her dad chuckle. (Cue annoyed Soap noises)

❥ Uncle Gaz calls her "Boo" sometimes because he thought it was fitting and yes he took it from that one animated movie character, more likely sets his phone up and let's her use it to watch Disney movies because he's the only one who has Disney plus. (Frozen and Mulan were playing non-stop and now they all know the song "I'll make a man out of you" word for word)

❥ The idiots encouraged little Ghostie to chug a bottle full of milk as if she was chugging beer while cheering her on, Simon sipped on his whiskey not knowing he'd regret it later on, they all had to deal with a massive spit up because they made her drink too much and too quickly. (Soap had to wash that shirt 3 times before the smell of milk became more faint)

❥ Little Ghostie calls Price her grandpa and nobody's correcting her even if she genuinely thinks that Price is her dad's father. Price was definitely the one who had a uniform tailored for her but it was Gaz's idea.

❥ Believe it or not, Little Ghostie is loved by almost all of the recruits. Lieutenant Riley has a DAUGHTER?! He has a wife..? Yeah that was their first reaction. But ultimately they loved her because Little Ghostie was a sweet bundle of joy who loves giving flowers to female recruits and uncle Gaz.

❥ Despite all the bullying uncle Soap has been through, he still loves that kid to death and couldn't be more prouder when L.T. Riley and his wife chose him, Roach and Gaz to be godfathers.

❥ Speaking of uncle Roach, him and Ghostie get along really well. Even though there's not much of a verbal conversation going on, they still manage to cause chaos together. She likes to fidget with the makeshift antennas that come with the helmet of his tactical gear.

❥ Nobody can stand it when she's crying, she's not even loud, she's almost so quiet when she cries but gosh is it heart breaking. Especially for Gaz, Ghostie's teary puppy eyes looking up at him while her arms are in the air. "Uppies uncle, please" she hiccups.

❥ Gaz is the one always carrying her around, if everyone's being honest then I don't think she was ever down on her feet at some point unless she was playing around with the recruits.

❥ If Simon was being honest, he enjoyed the sound of Ghostie's feet thumping around base.

❥ Ghostie loves handfeeding her dad, she does it all the time. Technically she still has a difficult time using utensils so hands would do for now.

❥ Roach gave the little thing a sip of his coffee and she was practically bouncing off the walls. Yeah that wasn't a very bright idea.

❥ She was a late teether, Soap was the victim. Not only was she caught chewing on the strap of his tactical gear, Ghostie actually bit him with her baby teeth that were only halfway out when he tried to swat her away.

❥ Uncle Gaz and grandpa Price taking out the little one for ice cream so her need for sugar is satisfied and to cool her gums off.

❥ Ghostie's uncles taking her to the park/playground. (Gaz was the one recording)

❥ Soap got in trouble for teaching mini Ghostie how to curse, you weren't too happy about that because now your daughter is saying "bitch" endlessly in the wrong context.

A/n: I hope you guys liked it, I put a lot of effort into this and the last post. Please check out Puff's account if you don't know her yet, I promise she is the sweetest person and her CoD content is a big hit.

[amaranthineghost]

hello!! can u write something where the reader is feeling a little down while he was away because she misses him and lando reassures her and comforts her

thank u 🩷🫶🏼

| DARLING, THE BED IS COLDER WITHOUT YOU ( lando norris. ) |

ꕥ pairing: lando x reader

ꕥ summary: she feels lonely without the company of lando.

ꕥ authors note: first, thanks so much for 200 followers! it means so much to have this much support on my writing and that so many people like my work! second, thanks so much for this request! I loved writing it and I thought it was so cute &lt;3

SHE WAS LONELY. she often was when her beloved boyfriend traveled the world to race fast cars. it caused her worry not to be there in person, having to watch his car from the television screen in the comfort of their apartment. she wouldn't complain, she was taken care of by him. she'd never lift a finger or have to reach into her pocket.

though her days and nights filled with stoic boredom around the apartment they shared. most of her days spent on the floor on his closet, basking in the faded smell of his presence, lack of more like.

she'd lay on the floor against the pile of clothes he'd promised her he'd put away, but never got around to it. it made her smile when she thought of it when she'd pressed her face against the different materials of his clothes, the smell of detergent now faded, coming to smell like her instead.

she would try to spray his cologne, a bottle he bought just for when she missed him, but it wasn't the same. it wouldn't be. she knew, but it was the closest thing she had till he got back. when he would get back.

other than his closet, in his clothes, she would find herself in bed. his side of the bed that stayed prim and even till she ruined it. it felt weird to be on his side, met with nothing but chills. it was colder without him. her side became empty without her, but his side wasn't any better.

she'd wake up to the cold, still air, basking in the warmth of the sunlight that spilled through the curtains just right. if he was here, it would've hit his green eyes in the perfect position. it was her favorite thing about mornings.

that and when she'd wake up with his arm across her back despite how far she'd part during the night. when he'd wake, his hand stretched past her side, wrapping under her waist to pull her into his chest. he always did it.

she struggled to wake now. when he would get up to get ready, she'd roll over to his side, sighing contently at the warmth he'd left behind for her.

but the bed had no warmth to greet her with. not anymore. she'd wake up, the only warmth she had was her own that barely spread across the bed. she shivers in the mornings now.

the first ever night he'd left for bahrain, she didn't sleep. and she didn't for the following nights, only catching a night's rest when he returned for a short while.

she didn't want to worry him, he certainly had enough to deal with. she always thought he did anyways.

each time he'd return, she jumped into his arms harder. or when he had to leave, she clung to him more, each time he'd leave a minute later than he was supposed to. he didn't mind, and maybe he wouldn't notice. but he did, he always noticed.

he noticed when she would be glued to his side the second he saw her, doing basically everything with him, even going to training or simply showering. he always let her because secretly he was missing her just as bad.

he'd wash her hair, scrubbing the soap into her scalp as she hummed contently. he'd wash her perfect skin, questioning every bruise that ruined it. she'd always assure him that she hadn't a clue where it was from, but it wasn't a big deal.

when he'd go to make the bed, she'd ask him the day he left to leave it. she hated the constant reminder of his lack of presence when she'd go to lie down, but she'd claim she didn't want to stress him. he knew she lied, but he did it for her.

deep inside they were both hurting. not because of each other, they were always better together. everyone that knew agreed, which wasn't much.

most of the grid had no clue of the two and they liked it like that. their little secret that was just between them, no media or outside interference. just them and their little apartment he'd take care of her in.

but being secret meant secluded dates, or no going out with each other. no fancy restaurants, though she was never a fan. but she wished to experience it. she knew word would get out eventually.

especially if she'd travel the world with him, which to her, wasn't out of the question. she wouldn't mind going to a race posing as a fan, if it meant traveling with him. at this point, she would go as his girlfriend because that's what she was.

that's what she wanted the people to know. because it killed her to think of the girls that hit on him at the after-parties that he always attended, and she knew he would go because he always told her.

he'd relay the details of the night to her in great detail, down to the specifics of the few special drinks he would get. how he would dj. she saw the edits before he even told her.

part of her felt like that type of life and luxury wasn't for her. she wasn't raised around it, it was so foreign. one of the many reasons she'd feel reluctant to go with him as the season started.

but things change, she knew that and he did too. she missed him more than she would've imagined and it killed her inside.

she felt like she was relying on him when he was around. she always told herself she was independent, but was she really?

she felt as if she was having withdrawals without his touch. dramatic, she knew it was, but she couldn't help but feel it. she'd always longed for his company again.

they completed each other. soulmates. he'd tell her without fail that he knew he loved her in other lifetimes before this one, and he'd find her in another too. she believed it because he was the type to make it happen, he'd walk to the ends of the earth for the person he loved, and she was glad that she was the one. but it's tough when there's always life-long dreams in the way

they were both hurting. his empty hotel room he'd returned to, the pile of his clothes that overflowed the suitcase because he'd rather just throw his clothes than to place them nicely.

he had no one to scold him for his messy habits and he hated it. the silence was uncomfortable, only hearing the sounds of the cars as they drove by the hotel he stayed in. without her.

he'd sit at the small table and chair provided in his grand suite, staring helplessly at his phone. a few buttons he could press that would reveal his soulmate as his. but he wouldn't. he couldn't do that to her if she didn't want to.

he'd sigh, running his hands through the damp curls, leaning back in the chair as he yawned. his head turned towards the bed and he groaned.

he hated going to bed without her.

his phone lit up in his peripheral and caught his attention from his messily-made bed back to the screen.

she was calling him and a smile spread across his face. he hastily answered as he held the phone close to his face.

the smile was obvious in his voice as he spoke, "hey darling, why're you callin'?" his tongue glided across his chapped lips, a side effect of not having to carry his girlfriend's things in his pockets everywhere they went. he'd missed it truthfully.

he heard her tired voice hum into the phone, "missed you," she muttered, hearing her yawn and it caused him to as well. he'd sigh after her answer.

"me too, but you know, you could always come to singapore with me," he'd joke, putting the idea in her head with hope, but knew the chances of her wanting to were probably slim to none.

"can I?" his heart jumped out of his chest, he swore it did. he'd always recall jumping out of his seat, pacing the room excitedly with his hand through his hair.

"wait really?" he moved the phone away from his face, searching relentlessly for what he wanted.

"would that be okay?" it was more than okay to him. he was short for breath, pacing tirelessly, and his cheek hurt from smiling so hard.

"already bought the tickets, love." he chuckled happily through the phone and she laughed at him, smiling at the thought of seeing him, "what changed your mind?"

"I missed you," she'd answer honestly, "it's empty without you and I've got nothing to do. plus it's kind of cold," she chuckled at the last sentence, causing him to as well.

he sighed, understanding her point, "I know, babe. I'll get to see you soon," he assured her, "i've got a race tomorrow, so how about tonight you go out with some friends, alright love?"

she hummed in response, smiling as she worked through the idea in her brain, "I love you, lan."

he could tell she had the biggest smile on her face, "I love you too, darling. we'll get through this."

"promise?"

"pinkie."

she had a feeling they would. at god awful hours of night, they'd be back together through a simple call, smiling like idiots at their screens.

and she listened to his advice, asking her neighbors for the favor of holding onto their personal mail until they'd get back.

she'd call up old friends she hadn't seen in a long while and reconciling in places open for 24 hours, laughing till their stomachs hurt and their eyes cried. she'd make future plans with them, and even securing them plane tickets with her to the next race. and probably future ones as well.

and they sat talking for hours, the employees couldn't be mad at the entertainment the group provided and the vibe of homeliness between them. they'd relay every detail of their life they lived since their parting.

she'd tell them about her relationship with lando, the reason for the trip, and their long-awaited reunion. she watched as their jaws dropped. they believed her, but still, she called lando and he'd laugh at her for calling him in the middle of the night for the stupidest reason.

her stupid smile over facetime as he laid in the dark room, his face and bare shoulders illuminated by his phone screen. he was obviously tired, but he didn't care. she was showing him off and he couldn't be more proud.

"hey lando," she dragged out 'o' of his name, giggling softly, "can you please get a few more plane tickets, and maybe some paddock passes."

she watched him shake his head against his pillow, his face pressed against the material as he hid the smirk on his face. truthfully, he would happily give into whatever she wanted. anything to make her happy, and if taking her long-time friends to his race, he'd make it happen.

"whatever you want, love," he'd reply shyly to her, hearing the squeals of the group. they were estatic, but also teasing the girl in front of them. lando laughed at her red-flushed face, "i'll do you one better of getting you access to my garage."

the night had stretched on for a long time, till the sun rose the next day, but none of them were tired. they'd sit there as they watched the sunday race before they'd have to leave to pack and catch their last minute flight.

and when she'd land in the airport, late at night and tired out of her mind, he'd be waiting there. standing with his toothy smile she had missed since the last time they saw each other.

bright flashes of light blinded her when she'd drop her bags and suitcases to crash into his arms. she didn't care, she had him. his presence and his touch against her once again.

they'll be alright.

[simonsrileyhusband]

heya!! I have a request, but it's more of a specific scenario if you're okay with it?

I had that scenario in mind for days, but basically-- reader is Simon's husband for years now and Simon did everything to keep him secret and out of harm's way in any way he could.

141 Task Force is debriefing after a long mission until the comms crackles to life and someone's voice comes through and says smth like "Simon, hows the husband?" first off outing Simon before the 141 force

and essentially it just turns out its a guy they failed to kill on the previous mission and he went after reader instead to try and get back what 141 took :D

Im sorry if it's too long or bothersome!! Feel free to change anything as you please or ignore this if it doesn't give you any inspiration !

dark-ish simon and supportive task 141: (violence and... "offing" someone)

simon got a text from a random number, a granny and low quality picture of his home, you in your little light blue apron in the kitchen, preparing something for dinner.

his heart started to bear faster than ever, his fist gripping thightly around his bear bottle, almost breaking it. price quicks him out of his frozen state.

"ya' good mate?"

simon doesnt answer, he stands up grabbing the keys to his truck and speeds to your shared home. he didnt even noticed he left his phone at the table. soap takes a quick look at it, a little message below the text read: ill make you pay, your husband will have a little visit from me.

"husband? ghost has a husband?"

"shut up kyle, grab yer things, we have to help him."

when the rest of them arrive there is nothing they can do. simon is repitedly punching the face of a limp body, his breath is steady, his movements methodical, if you had to describe the scene to someone who wasnt there, you'll tell them he looked like a hungry wolf tearing up a lamb, rabid and groteque.

the 3 men had to pull them away from the breathless body of the guy that thought of harming his husband. they gave simon a understanding look.

"go with him, we'll take care of.... this." simon nods at princes comment, taking a few seconds to steady his racing mind. he saw the body get thrown into the back of soaps car, he watched them leave, he walked home, his heaby boots heavy on the wooden floor of the porch, the same boots that broke the bones of that men.

he entered home, the smell of meat and smashed potatoes filled the air. he went to the kitchen and hugged you tightly, his hands gripping your shirt and apron, as if he let go of you, you will dissapear.

"hi~ i thought you were gonna be out for a little longer, dinner isnt ready yet."

"mhm...." his nose has buried in your neck, taking every smell on you, your lavander soap, your sweat, the smell of meat that was stuck on you, the smell of the new shampoo you bought...

"honey, is everything okay?"

"it is now."

"simon... is that blood on your shirt?"

[kitten4sannie]

27 - ꜰᴜʀʀʏ/ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ - ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ꜱᴘɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ

pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong

summary: you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, subspace stuff, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (it’d be an actual crime if i didn’t include this) unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow

okay but fr i’ve always wanted to write a hybrid au so i’m so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3

FFF Masterlist

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“Y/N, I’m home!” your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. “And I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!”

Ears twitching at the sound of your owner’s voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoong’s bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.

Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling ‘Kitty! Must scent!’, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go ‘uh-uh-uh.’

Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. “Don’t be so scared, sweetheart. You’ve talked to him before. He’s been really excited to meet you in person, you know.” Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “I just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?”

You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.

“Uh…not really,” you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his owner’s grasp. He didn’t look too scary now that you weren’t so caught off guard by a person who wasn’t your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You weren’t sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoung’s outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the chest. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoong’s, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.

Wooyoung’s white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.

Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. “Well, it’s time you met Wooyoung in person, don’t you think?” You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, “You might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, nuzzling your owner’s hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each other’s scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.

Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. “Do you think they’ll be fine on their own?”

“I think so. They’re both well trained.” Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. “We should probably head to the restaurant soon. I’m starving.”

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one another’s, getting closer and closer as time went by.

Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but stayed still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.

Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, “Y/N hasn’t been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?”

Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, “No, actually. Do you think that’ll be a problem?”

Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “No, I think we’re probably fine. She’s a good girl.” Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friend’s hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.

“Wooyoung’s feisty, but won’t push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.” Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoong’s smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friend’s, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.

“That’s good.” Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwa’s, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.

“Good, yeah,” Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoong’s pinky against his own. “Very good.”

“Absolutely.” Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.

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“Youngie,” you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoung’s rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoong’s soap. You weren’t sure if it worked like that, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoung’s scent was making you feel really warm.

Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. “I like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.”

Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. “Okay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.” Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, “So did it taste like kiwi?”

“Uh-uh.” Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. “Snack time!”

Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybrid’s, remembering Hongjoong’s words. “Thank you, Youngie.”

Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, “Welcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?” When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. “Something wrong?”

“It’s an indirect kiss,” you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.

Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. “You want a direct one?”

“I-i mean, well, um…yes…” you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.

“Here I come, kitty cat.” Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoung’s tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.

Mewling into the hybrid’s mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. “Kitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.”

Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, “Taste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.”

As your pupils grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. “Mm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.”

Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto his chest, the liquid eventually trickling down his abdomen. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his puffy nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. “Feels really good. Kitty’s making Youngie feel so hot.”

Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.

Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. “I have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and it’ll come out.”

“Okay, Youngie.” You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.

Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."

You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-

“Mmm…!” you reacted, feeling Wooyoung’s cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. “Want more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.”

Wooyoung’s ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. “Kitty can have all of my milk,” he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. “Come on, kitty cat. Let’s breed~”

Wooyoung’s words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until you got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngie’s thick cock. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the fox’s thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.

Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his pupils blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. “This is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.”

All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just barely met Youngie in person that day, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. “Give Kitty Youngie’s milk. Want your kits in me. In Kitty’s breeding hole.”

Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, “Kitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kitty’s pretty purring and moans…”

His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didn’t successfully breed you this time. “Youngie, it’s coming out,” you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.

“Kitty’s so wet and warm,” Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, “Take my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.”

“Kitty wants Youngie’s kits…” you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. “Wanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.” You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybrid’s chest.

“I’ll give you my kits, kitty cat,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. “And I’ll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~”

You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoung’s mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.

“I told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,” Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.

“No! Bad Y/N!” he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoung’s lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. “Aren’t you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isn’t fixed. He probably–”

Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. “No, I think we’re good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.” He reached down to pat Wooyoung’s head, smiling softly down at his companion. “Good job, sweetie.”

Wooyoung chirped at his owner’s praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.

Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. “Are you sure this is cum? It’s not white or anything.” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. “What is that stain, Wooyoung?”

Knowing he wasn’t lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. “It’s milk.”

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[seliasvault]

this popped up into my brain and i decided to write it instead of my paper due on monday

nsfw below, mdni

gym!ghost x reader

tw: pervy simon, mentions of stalking

It was the new year, meaning the collective motivation to be better than the year before was flowing through everyone, including you. The past year had been a whirlwind, and so celebrating the new year felt right.

Like most, you decided this would be the year you focused on yourself, that 3 am motivation to change your life coursed through your veins and so you impulsively bought a gym membership.

You had joined the gym once, trying it out for a couple of days then shying away, all the different equipment required far too much learning and you simply didn't have the time. But this year you felt motivated enough that you would try.

And so on the first day, your membership was activated you made your way over to the local gym, dressed in the new sportswear you had bought the weekend prior.

Parking your car you walk in, a small bag in hand, still unsure what you're supposed to bring to the gym, so you settled with a water bottle and a change of clothes.

At the front desk, you're greeted by a man in his late 40s, he went over the basics, where everything was, how to get in if there was no staff, and the basic rules.

After your introduction you headed to the lockers, securing your bag inside, you popped your earbuds in, the playlist you made especially for today filled your ears, and you headed straight for the treadmill.

Sure it's stereotypical for a first-time gym goer to only use the treadmill, but you just needed to get a lay of the land and so what if that's the only thing you did while you were there, who really was looking?

Simon joined this gym a few months ago, after getting stir-crazy in his small flat, he thought what better way to spend his leave than working out?

With nothing to do, during every leave, he would come to the gym, spend 2-4 hours doing whatever he felt kept his body sharp, then he’d head home, eat, sleep, and repeat. It was a grim cycle, only interrupted by Soap's persistent invites to local pubs and deployment. That was until he saw you.

A normal Tuesday for him, he had been in for roughly an hour when you walked in, it was a small local gym so they rarely got newcomers however because of the new year it was to be expected. He paid no mind, not even a glance at whoever had walked in, and went back to whatever workout he found himself doing.

That however didn't last long, mid lift his eyes caught sight of the shy little thing on the treadmill. One of the only women occupying the space. You were dressed in basic workout clothes but he'd never seen them look better on anyone. He could tell you were shy, unsure of your surroundings by the way your eyes darted around the room, taking in every machine, each person.

You were trying to acclimate yourself and wasn't that cute. A slight smile played on his lips but he didn't let it last long, going back to finishing his set.

He continued his workout, observing you at every chance he got, and by the end of the hour it looked like you had enough and were headed to leave. He watched you wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, his mind thinking about you wiping your mouth the same way after he'd filled it.

He mindlessly shot up to follow you.

After an hour on the treadmill, you decide that was more than enough for one day, especially your first day. And so you wiped at any sweat gathering on your forehead and headed to the locker room.

The gym had showers but you weren't too comfortable using them just yet. Though this gym was uncrowded, it consisted of mainly men and you were unsure how you felt about that.

You open the locker, get your stuff, and close it, only to be startled by a man you hadn't heard come in.

"Sorry! Didn't hear you come in." tensing immediately, you nervously laugh. He was at least 6'2 maybe 6'3, towering above you.

"S'alright didn't mean to startle ya'" His reply was smooth, voice deep. "It's no problem." You give him a smile, standing awkwardly, unsure of where this interaction was going.

After what felt like a couple of awkward minutes, he talks again.

"Just wanted to introduce myself, Simon Riley, saw your new 'ere and thought having a friend might help." He gave you a soft smile, one that seemed genuine, not like the countless creepy ones you've received during your short time here, and so you relax, just a bit, thanking god that he wasn't fully a creep

"Oh thank you! that's really nice of you, it'd be nice to have a familiar face."

"Since you're new, how about next time you’re in I'll show ya' around, show you the basics, help ya' out? Couldn't help but notice you stuck to the one machine, nothin' wrong with that just might be better to see what else is there yeah?"

Your cheeks heat just a bit, you hadn't clocked anyone staring at you, but then again you hadn't noticed him when you initially surveyed the area. You were still weary but the offer sounded good enough, nothing too bad.

"Uh-yeah sure! That sounds great actually, thank you, Simon."

"S'no problem, see ya' next time." He doesn't so glance back, abruptly leaving. You wondered how he would know when you'd be in next, considering this gym operated on a different days for everyone basis. But you shoved that aside, he probably had one of the fancy passes that allowed him in whenever, and based on his body, it's safe to say he was here often.

With the interaction over you push the slight heat creeping up on you down, leaving to head home for a hot shower.

Simon couldn't have imagined that going any better, he didn't quite realize what he was doing till it was done.

The moment you opened your mouth he swore he hardened right there and then, the sweetest voice he'd heard. He knew he intimidated you, saw the way you were weary, a couple of his best-mastered smiles and he had you relaxing into his grip.

Who else was going to protect you against the number of creeps that littered the gym?

And the way you said his name? He couldn't let you go after that.

If he broke into the gym computer to find your billing address, what days you come in, and your number, who's to know? And if he finds out everything else he can about you, like your name, birthday, social media, and access to the cameras he's discovered outside your house, really it's just a matter of getting to know you.

And so what if after a couple of weeks of coming to the gym, the panties you bring with you start going missing?

Simon's bleak life's been given a mission, that mission being to make you his.

[starlightkun]

little league ➠ teaser [sungchan]

➠ teaser word count: 1383 | full fic: 13.5k ➠ warnings: scenes of a child crying if you don’t want to read that (nightmares and stuff), also people are called mommy/daddy in this so if you can’t be normal abt that please skip this one ➠ genre: fluff, angst? but like around them in terms of life not within their relationship, established relationship, parents sungchan/reader, former hockey captain sungchan, chronically ill reader (chronic migraines), part of the buzzer beater series (after freezing the puck, or if you’ve only read buzzer beater & 27jsc, this should still make sense!) ➠ extra info: the reader in this has chronic migraines, which i have. when the reader’s migraines, experiences as a chronically ill person, and thoughts about being chronically ill are described, that is me writing directly from my own life. i am not generalizing the lives of all people with chronic migraines/chronic illnesses, but i am sending all my love to any readers out there living with a chronic illness, and here’s a reminder to go take your meds! ➠ estimated release: saturday, june 15, 2024 3:00 p.m. eastern time

“Hey, buddy,” Sungchan called for your son’s attention, his hands occupied with groceries. “Do you want me or Mommy to help you get ready for your nap? Or are you going to try to do it yourself?”

“Mm…” He looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Mommy!”

“Alright, help with the groceries then I’ll help you, Binnie,” you bargained, putting a bag down on the ground in his reach.

As Woobin dutifully put the bags of chips and boxes of gummies on the lower shelves of the pantry that he could reach, you and Sungchan quickly put away the rest of the groceries. When there was just cleaning and other household supplies left, your husband grabbed those and nodded towards your son.

“Go put buddy down, I’ve got this.”

“Thanks, Channie,” you pecked his cheek before turning to your child. “Lead the way!”

Woobin was able to get into his pajamas by himself, so you were really just there to tuck him in and kiss his forehead. You never bought into the “cry themselves out” mindset from the get-go, and to this day would sit with him until he fell asleep if he asked.

Except this time, he didn’t get into bed at all, standing next to the piece of furniture with you and staring at it like you were about to cliff dive instead of nap. He looked up at you, and you already saw his bottom lip quivering.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah, Binnie, I’m right here, my sweet,” you promised, kneeling down in front of him so you were eye-to-eye. “What’s wrong?”

He threw his arms around your neck, taking quick, shallow breaths as he very bravely tried to communicate with you. “I don’t wanna—I don’t wanna…”

“Okay, I won’t make you right now,” you promised, rubbing his back. “Will you tell me what’s making you upset? Is it the nap? Going to sleep? Did you have a bad dream?”

But he had already devolved into incomprehensible sobs, and you bit your lip at the twinge in your chest. “Alright, sweet, how about we go to Mommy and Daddy’s room? Hm? And I’ll read you something. If you don’t want to nap, you don’t have to today, okay? Sound good?”

You could feel him nod into your shoulder, and that was all you needed to pick him up and settle him on your hip to carry him out of his room. As you passed by Sungchan putting away new bottles of dish soap and dishwasher pods under the sink, he gave you a concerned look. You mouthed a ‘later’ to him as you took your son across your house and into your room. As you passed by your bookshelf, you quickly selected a book, then sat down at the head of your bed, Woobin on your lap. Pulling your blanket up over you two, you let him get settled in and comfortable, still very much crying all the while.

Holding your book with one hand and resting the other on his back, you started reading. After a while, his sobs died down to hiccups, which petered out to just the occasional sniffle. But you could see that he was still awake, his eyes open and following your place as you read. Then, after a while longer, they started to slowly fall shut and his chin would tilt down, then he’d quickly open his eyes again and jerk his head up. Finally, he couldn’t fight the heaviness of his lids, and he fell asleep. You put your bookmark in where you were just before his eyes closed, but kept reading past that, just in case. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the door handle slowly turn, and your bedroom door inch open before Sungchan peered in.

Your husband pointed to the boy in your lap, then made a gesture of pretending to sleep on a pillow, lifting his eyebrows questioningly after. You nodded, still reading softly.

Sungchan slipped in the room, closing the door quietly behind him as well. Having come to a stopping place, you finally closed your book and set it aside on the one you already had on your nightstand.

“Really? You’re reading Breton lais to our child?” Sungchan’s teasing whisper was barely audible. “He’s going to start school saying stuff like nary and furthermore.”

“Says the man who knew I was reading a Breton lai,” you shot back just as quietly.

“Getting married to a lit professor, you pick up a few things.” He then looked down at Woobin. “What happened?”

You sighed and readjusted slightly to hold him tighter now that you had two free arms. “I don’t know. He couldn’t tell me. As soon as he had to get into bed for his nap he just… broke down.”

A deep frown cut across Sungchan’s face as he stroked your son’s hair, but he said nothing else. He left the room, and you heard him moving around throughout the house as you picked up the other book from your nightstand. Eventually, he meandered back in, sitting on his side of the bed and setting up his laptop to quietly work beside you as your son continued napping on your lap and you continued your book. In addition to doing research at the university and being the assistant coach for the hockey team, Sungchan had picked up teaching a couple of Intro to Biology for majors sections, and you could see him answering emails from his students out of the corner of your eye. You were rereading the material for the Direct Study you were leading next semester.

Eventually, Woobin slowly started stirring, grumbling, yawning, and rubbing at his eyes before burying his face back in your chest with a sigh. You stroked his back, attention still on your book. He turned over in your arms when he finally decided that he was awake, blinking his eyes open and staring off into the middle distance.

“Hey, Binnie, you awake?” Sungchan asked quietly.

He nodded slowly, stretching his arms up, and you had to duck your head out of the way to avoid getting smacked in the face by a stray hand.

“Sleep good?” Your husband kept talking to him.

He nodded again, letting out another adorable little yawn.

“Of course you did,” Sungchan chuckled, gently pinching the tip of his nose. “You got the best seat in the house right there, bud.”

Woobin made grabby hands at Sungchan, and he moved his laptop to the side to transfer him from your lap to his, pressing a kiss to forehead once he was settled in against his chest.

“Uncle Chenle is going to be over soon,” you reminded your son of your plans for the night. “Are you excited?”

He perked up at this. “Yeah! He said he was gonna bring me back a souvenir!”

“He does love to spoil you,” Sungchan shook his head, ruffling the boy’s hair.

As Woobin busied himself with his toys in his room, the horrors of naptime all but forgotten, you and Sungchan were having a fervent, whispered conversation in your bedroom.

“Should we even go tonight?” You asked, pulling your outfit on.

“I know, I’m worried about bedtime…” Sungchan sighed, nevertheless assisting you with your zipper.

“Chenle’s really good with him, and you know how much he dotes on Woobin.” You paused in front of the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles. You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince yourself or your husband at this point.

“I know, I don’t doubt how much he loves our kid, or how much buddy loves him,” he replied, fidgeting with his tie behind you. “I just… would hate to not be there.”

“Me too,” you replied quietly, turning around to fix his tie yourself. “I can practically feel the stress migraine coming on thinking about it.”

“Okay, well don’t do that, baby,” Sungchan insisted, resting his hands on your waist to pull you closer. “I mean, that didn’t happen at bedtime yesterday, did it?”

“No, it didn’t,” you agreed. “Or naptime yesterday…”

“Who’s to say it’ll happen at bedtime today?” He suggested. “Might’ve been a one-time thing. Or only for naps.”

“Right.” You breathed out, having finished with his tie, and now looked up at him questioningly. “So we’re going?”

“Seems like it.”

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[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 He’s just trying to help you out… Right?

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Manipulation, ignoring boundaries, reader is touch starved but also touch repulsed, anxiety, bottling up emotions, vomiting, abusive behavior, non consensual touching (there’s no rape if anyone is wondering), mentions of blood and gore, bathing, nudity (no sex).

𝘼/𝙉 I’m not surprised by the poll results lol🤣. But here ya go! Something short, simple, and angsty. I wanna preface though that this does get quite uncomfortable because it’s someone blatantly ignoring boundaries when there’s clear signs they don’t want to be touched. So if you find that triggering, please do not read this. If anyone in your life ever does this, I implore you to cut them out of your life. Please heed the warnings.

Today had truly been a long, grueling day with things not going your way.

Your only lead to infiltrating the Senobium turned out to be a total waste of time, then your stomach got fucked by whatever the hell you bought from a stall afterwards. And then a hunt for a soulless you took for some coins ended with you showered in its guts.

When you arrive at the Wet Wick, your face stormy and exhausted, covered in gore and blood and smelling of rot, you make the bar go silent.

Many patrons lean away from you as you walk by, some nearly hurling, and Leander is quick to meet you before you reach the steps.

“Yikes, Sunshine. You don’t look so hot.”

You bite back a retort.

“Here let’s get you upstairs.”

You honestly want to be left alone, but you don’t have the heart to tell him, not when he so concerned about you as he always is.

Once in your room, Leander drags out a tub while you hold your breath and strip out of your disgusting layers, nearly gagging a few times as you touch the filth.

With his magic he fills up the tub with warm water and goes to fetch some oils, soap for your body and hair, and a pitcher.

With him going about getting those items, you sink into the tub with a sigh, soon frowning as the pristine water turns murky with gore.

“Here ya go,” Leander chirps, your heart leaping into your throat.

He passes the rag to you as well as a bar of soap before dropping in some oils. “That’s my favorite soap, doesn’t it smell good?”

You take a short whiff and hum. “Yeah..”

You jump when Leander’s hand suddenly invades the water, brushing against the skin of your thigh and his other holding your shoulder for support. You go to snap at him when you watch as the water slowly turns from dark and murky to clear and clean.

“I know you don’t wanna bathe in gore all over again,” he says, giving you a cheeky smile, looking proud of himself.

“Yeah… Thanks,” you mutter, shifting to try and get his touch off as you lather your rag with the bar of soap.

You thought he’d leave you be to go back to entertaining his Hounds, but no. He stays where he is, hovering behind you and helping you clean up.

Although, it doesn’t bother you that he sees you in such a vulnerable state of nakedness, you having grown used to bathing with others and not viewing yours and others bodies as inherently sexual.

But you’re on edge. Leander has a big presence, literally and figuratively, and he’s making you feel worse, making you feel suffocated, agitated, and guilty for feeling that way when he’s been nothing but generous and wonderful ever since you met.

Leander has scratched the itch of wanting touch, showing you it’s possible, but at the same time touch can make you feel sick.

You want to convey it to him, but looking at his happy face twists your stomach. So you endure some more, pushing all your negative feelings bubbling away in your gut.

He’ll leave once you’re done.

But again, today isn’t in your favor.

Leander insist on helping you dry and dress while running his mouth about his day.

You halfheartedly listen to him while popping your knuckles repeatedly to ease your discomfort, and Leander soon catches on to your fidgeting, mistaking it for something else…

He lets out a breathy chuckle, it sounding like gooey honey and his gaze low lided. His hand comes to grasp your shoulder, making you bunch up and turn to move your shoulder out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let go, his hold tightening up.

“Hey, what did I say? If you wanna touch me all you have to do is ask, or even just do so.”

“That’s not— Woah!”

He pulls you to sit down on the bed, sitting right beside you, his knee pressing against yours. He uses his teeth to pull off his gloves and you suddenly grasps his wrists tight, trembling slightly.

“Leander, please, it’s not that,” you grit slightly with tightly furrowed brows, before guilt comes swallowing you at the look of hurt and confusion on his face.

“I’m just exhausted from today and I just want to be alone!”

Leander’s face falls into a blank stare, on that you’re not familiar with. It’s… Empty and cold, unnatural for a sunny guy such as himself. It kicks starts your heart into a fast paced beat. You don’t like it. Not one bit.

But then he’s smiling again, looking amused as if you’re being difficult or perhaps you told him a joke. He tugs his wrists from your grip with ease and locks your hands into his firmly. “Hey, I know today was rough, but let me help you, alright?”

“You’re not—!”

Suddenly you’re falling into the bed, it squeaking in protest at the sudden weight. Leander’s arms are wrapped around you, caging you in his hold. You lay there with mute panic, feeling your throat knot up. Your head is dizzy with static and your skin crawling as if maggots infested your insides.

“Everyone needs a hug or cuddle once in a while, Sunshine. Don’t try to fight it,” he says, lips brushing your ear. “For you especially it’s not healthy. You went so long without proper affectionate touch, I understand it’s hard to ask it now, but I’ll help you. I’ll show you it’s okay.”

You begin to fight his touch, your breath frantic, and soon you free yourself, dropping to the floor with a loud thud and scrambling. You end up retching into the pitcher Leander had used for your hair earlier.

Tears drip from your face and snot from your nose as you try to catch your breath.

“My goodness, did you eat something bad? There, there, let it out,” Leander says with a poisonously soothing voice, rubbing your back gently.

[fictionalmenxyn]

OOh hello, i kindly request one again , somewhere y\n is immune to spicy foods and they discover it by seeing y\n chug one of the spiciest hot sauce in the world and have tf 141+ Vaqueros React to it. Thank you 💖❤❤ Hope u have a good day.

Of course I can do this for you, sounds like a cool concept! :)

The way they find out is that one day it was Alejandro’s turn to cook

He was cooking some nice spicy food as he wanted the task force to try his grandma’s recipe

As he dished out the food he watched as Soap’s face changed to a bit nervous as he isn’t one for spicy food

He looked at Ghost which he saw no reaction which he wasn’t surprised

Then looked at Gaz and he looked like he was about to enjoy it and not realise how spicy it was

But as he looked at you he thought you’d be on the edge of your seat with nerves

You all started to tuck in

Soap already raided the fridge and grabbed the milk

Gaz was eating it while silently crying

Ghost was quite content but felt a sight discomfort as his mask made his upper face warm

But on the other hand you were really enjoying it

Once you had finished your food you looked up at Alejandro and complimented the dish and asked for seconds

There was a silence he asked ‘you want seconds?’ You nodded

Soap was to worried about his insides to notice you were completely fine and wanted more

Rudy asked ‘you can eat spicy food?’

You said ‘if course I can eat anything spicy’

Alejandro went to the kitchen and grabbed a fairly sized bottle of hot sauce

He asked ‘drink this’

You spoke ‘is that a bet?’

He nodded and your grabbed the bottle and downed it as if it was water

Seeing your cheeks only tinted a slight red other than that you was completely fine

Everyone was shocked

Ghost spoke ‘never knew you like spicy food and could handle it y/n’

You spoke ‘neither did I’

Alejandro spoke ‘how do you do that?’

You replied ‘idk I just really enjoyed spicy food growing up and got immune, I guess’

It was an understatement when I say everyone was gob smacked and flabbergasted by how easy you had just downed that bottle of hot sauce

So a few weeks later Alejandro not thinking you could handle it

Bought you the worlds hottest chocolate and chip/crisp

You are the chocolate as if it was your normal milk chocolate and ate the crisps as if they were normal

Alejandro was shocked he looked like he had just seen a ghost (and I don’t mean Simon)

He asked ‘what’d it taste like, eh?’

You replied ‘chocolate tasted normal just a small tingle while the crisps taste like bbq Pringles’

Yep, yet again he was shocked

And after that there were bets placed to see who can guess your weakness

And so they ordered worlds hottest whatever but nothing worked

You are just have superpowers

Hope you like it! Have a good day/night

Requests will be turned off for a period of time as I’m behind on the others and need to write them so sorry! It won’t be forever but only for a few days

[unreliablesnake]

Animals – bonus chapter 2

Note: Takes place during chapter 3. / No, I did not have fun writing this. And yes, this is an AU. Canon Ghost would never.

Warning: creep!Ghost / toxic!Ghost, masturbating

Nothing. Ghost kept checking the app to see where you were, but you had been offline for over a week. Your phone was turned off, your messages were unread. There was no way he could reach you. It was nerve-racking, really. He needed to see you, he needed to hear your voice.

Eventually he decided to go and talk to your neighbors, saying he was your worried boyfriend to find out when was the last time they had seen you. As it turned out, you hadn't been near the apartment in over three months. That meant you left for the mission, but never came back.

He still had your spare keys, so he let himself inside your apartment to spend some time there. He made himself a cup of tea then sat down on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. It was nice. Cozy. It felt like home. Would have felt better if you were kneeling next to him on the couch with your lips wrapped around his cock, though.

After flipping through the pages of the book you had on the coffee table, he noted that you either truly liked to read classics or you were just pretentious and wanted everyone to think you liked them. Whatever the truth was, he didn't care. He wasn't planning on discussing books with you.

After he finished his tea, he stretched his arms, and stood up to begin his tour around the apartment. Searching your rooms one by one, he learned a lot about you. It was the only good thing right now, that he could prepare for the next time you met. He would know what you liked, he would know how to get under your skin. All according to his plan.

He took out a pair of your panties from a drawer and sat down on the edge of your bed with the piece of clothing wrapped around his cock. Only the thought of you was enough to make him hard, and remembering the way your tight pussy clenched around him when he had fucked you was all he needed to reach the high he was chasing.

Without even thinking about what he was doing, he shoved your panties into his pocket and left the apartment. Having no idea where you were made him both annoyed and anxious, so he bought a bottle of Scotch on the way home and decided to get something to drink that night. He also bought a burner phone to text you, hoping he could get to you through a number you didn't know once you turned on your phone again.

Three days later he found out you were in Scotland with Soap, and Ghost could barely control himself from that moment on. You were cheating on him with the sergeant, it was way too obvious, and he didn’t really know what to do with that information. Should he go there? Should he knock that asshole out and drag you back home where you belonged? He would have done anything to have you back by his side.

He sent you a text, one following the other, but that simply wasn't enough for him. He needed answers, so he dialed you and impatiently waited for you to finally accept the call. When you did, you sounded angry. That was rich. You were the one who ran away and jumped into another guy's bed, and you dared to be upset?

He knew he would have to do something about your attitude, all he needed was one chance. Just one. So when a few days later he saw your phone was in a hotel, he got into his car and drove all the way there to find you. Soap was probably back in Scotland, and it was your futile attempt to stay away from him.

But Ghost knew better than to let you run.

[tasteofthedivine93]

Sucker For You (18+)🌶️🌶️- COD Fanfic

TasteOfTheDivine // Masterlist

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56911480

Rating: Explicit 18+

Category: F/M

Fandom: Call of Duty

Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader // John "Soap" MacTavish & Reader

Warnings: None

Words Total: 2,884

Summary:

Curiosity gets the better if Johnny as he finds your sex toy collection, however your more than happy to show him.

Notes:

For those who are curious (NSFW sites): Clit pump: https://shorturl.at/APsrQ Nipple suckers: https://shorturl.at/XC3jF

You and Johnny hadn’t been dating for long, but you both knew you both were out of a relationship for a while. As a result, your personal sex toy collection was growing bigger by the month. Your bedside draw you used was starting to get small for the collection. 

Johnny wasn’t fully aware of the collection, you teased and hinted one drunken evening but refused to share your private toys with him just yet. However, curiosity started to get the better of him, wondering what toys would get you off and what kinks you may have. 

After a few bottles of wine, you invite Johnny into your bedroom, after a heavy make-out session you skip into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving the curious man to himself. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head, he didn’t want to pry but god the idea of you riding a dildo really got him hot under the collar. 

His blown-out blue eyes started to drift to the black bedside table as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you in just his boxers. His fingers started to twitch, he lifted his hand to toy with the edge of the drawer, pulling it open slowly. Just a peak. He thought to himself. 

Inside he saw a mixture of pinks and purples, something shiny caught his eye and like a magpie, he pulled the draw open more. His eyebrows raised and cock twitched at the diversity of the collection - he saw the common items he knew about - dildos, vibrators, butt-plugs etc. But a few items made him tilt his head in curiosity. He eyed the door, checking you weren’t watching him. 

He reached inside and gently picked up a squeeze pump attached by a long tube to a clear plastic cone. He knitted his brows in confusion. He looks inside again and sees two little silicone mushrooms, he takes them out and inspects them. He feels very out of his depth with these toys.

“They’re suckers,” you say coming back into the room in just your underwear, a cute black lacy number. Soap looks up at you and quickly shoves the toys back in the drawer, a small blush creeps up his neck.

“I - I was just… I’m sorry I shouldn’t snoop” he stammers, looking at the floor. 

You walk over to him, hips swaying. You kneel down in front of him and open the drawer, pulling out the items again. 

“You don’t mind me using these, do you?” You ask, a little embarrassed but also trying to seem sexy.

“No, I’m not around for periods of time so, it’s good to know your…” he waves his hand at you. You’ve never seen him so coy and lost for words. 

You hold out the small mushroom-shaped domes;

“These are nipple suckers,” you roll them in your palm and place them in his. You take out the long tube with a pump and squeeze the end.

“And this… is a clit pump.” you blush yourself now. Soap locks eyes with you, you can see his brain trying to understand. You place the pump back into the drawer. 

He looks down at the suckers and nods. 

“Is this some kind of… BDSM stuff?” he asks. 

You tilt your head. “It can be, but I use them gently and find it pleasurable and… I was curious when online shopping so I bought them.” You smile at him. “And I saw something like this in porn and it piqued my interest” you feel a small blush dust your cheeks at your confession. You glance at Johnny, you see his mouth twitch into a small smirk. 

“Did you want to watch me use them?” 

Lifting his head, he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you onto the bed and you squeak in response. He places you at the headboard, sitting on his knees next to you. He hands you back the suckers. 

“You can show me how to use them,” he mutters as he nuzzles into your neck, planting kisses on the apex of your shoulder. 

Letting out a giggle, you reach around and unhook your bra, pulling the material away and throwing it to the floor. Your nipples were already at attention from the earlier make-out session but ready for some extra stimulation. 

“It’s the same feeling when you suck on them, mostly, I obviously prefer you but…” you inform him. You bring one of the suckers to your mouth and lick the rim, you place it close to your nipple and squeeze the bulbous end and place it firmly onto the skin, letting go of the blub you feel it suck you in.

You let out a small moan at the sensation, a little pain but mainly pleasurable. You do the same to the other but this time you reach for Soap's hand, turning it over and placing the sucker to the back of his hand and gently stucking at his skin. 

His eyebrows go even higher at the feeling, understanding how much more it must feel on your sensitive nipples. You gently pull at the sucker, teasing his skin - simulating how you use them on yourself. You flick your eyes down to his crotch to see his bulge twitch under the confines of his boxers. 

“I can pump them, it feels like multiple sucks but if I leave them on like this for a minute or two, they become puffy and sensitive.” 

You stimulate the sucking by gently squeezing the silicone, breaking the suction and sucking up the skin a few times. 

Soap remains quiet as you talk, watching carefully as you tease the skin of his hands. You giggle again as his intrigued facial expression. Gently you break the seal and pull the sucker from his skin, leaving behind a small pink ring, you smooth it with your thumb. 

Eyes meet eyes again and you smile at him, you arch your back and push your breasts towards him, gesturing for him to touch the other one still attached to your nipple.

Slowly he reaches and gently brushes around the swell of your breast, teasing you. His knuckle grazes the silicone and you feel a small shiver down your spine. He pinches the bulbous end and tugs. You feel a shock of pleasure shoot straight to your clit and you let out a moan. 

Your reaction causes Soap to thrust his hips forward, humping into his boxers. He catches your eyes as you bite your lower lip, you nod at him. He tugs again, harder and you feel more wetness drip from your aching hole. 

“Take it off for me,” you whisper. He pinches the material once, sucking the sensitive bud once more before pulling it off. A small pop echoes in the room and you gasp at the sensation. 

You hear a small ‘fuck’ from Johnny’s lips as he eyes your swollen and puffy nipple. He gently fingers around it, soothing the flesh but instead makes you shiver. 

“I sometimes use them on my clit too.” 

You reach over and place your hand on his thigh, trailing your finger up and down the skin. A growing bulge starts to tent in his boxers and his breathing becomes heavier. He perks up like a dog, if he had a tail it would be wagging like crazy. Johnny was obsessed with your cute pink pussy, he could eat you out for hours if you’d let him. His eyes dilate, irises once sparking blue now black with lust. 

“Show me.” He practically growls not before crawling over you, his thick frame pressing you into the mattress. You let out another giggle, kissing his shoulder and wrapping your legs around his broad hips. He kisses your lips tenderly and moves each kiss down your jaw, your throat, between your tits. 

He leans over and kisses the recently abused nipple, letting his tongue dance over the bud. Your back arches and your hips meet his, you can feel his thick cock radiating heat.

He reaches over and pinches your other nipple, not before lowering further, kissing down your stomach, the cute pudge at the top of your hips and down to your mound. You part your legs and Johnny groans at the sight of your glistening cunt. Planting more kisses along your inner thighs, your legs already shake from anticipation.

He looks up at you through his long lashes as he kisses your cunt through your soaked laced panties. He nips at the fabric not before taking the hem between his teeth and dragging them down. You raise your hips to aid him, slowly he drags the fabric down your thighs, and off your legs, the damp lace fabric hangs from his maw like a dog. 

He lets them fall to the bed. He slides his hands up your shins and over your plump thighs, parting them slowly. You gasp as your hot wet cunt is exposed to the air. You swear you see Johnny's cock pulse, the outline thick and a small patch of pre-cum stains the front of his boxers - all from the site of you. 

He leans forward, planting himself stomach down on the bed, face inches from your core and he pants out his tongue and slowly licks a long slow stripe up your slit, collecting your sweet juices on his tongue. His intense eye contact makes you shudder, not before a hot strike makes your hips twitch as he lets the tip of his tongue flick over your clit, almost tickling. 

He kisses your clit and smiles at you. He waits as you snap yourself back into reality from your blissful haze. He eyes the small mushroom-shaped toy in your hand, wiggling like an inpatient pup. It makes your heart flutter at his openness to toys in the bedroom (not that you need them).

He watches your hands glide down to your apex, teasing your clit, rubbing the bud in a few circles before pulling back the hood and exposing the pink bundle of nerves. Johnny’s eyes watch you intensely, eyeing your clit as if it’s a precious jewel, taking a mental picture of every inch of you.

You blush at being so exposed, even to your boyfriend, but you cannot deny how erotic the night has turned. 

You place the silicone sucker against your clit, tucking the bud inside and squeeze the tip, sucking your clit inside. Your hips buck and you gasp at the sensation. You feel Johnny's fingers grip your thighs tighter, enjoying watching you touch yourself. He slowly grinds against the bed, relieving the pressure in his cock. 

“I wish I could see it,” he mutters, he pokes at it, not before gently tugging as before, causing you to whimper at the building sensitivity in your core. 

“You can buy clear ones,” you confirm. His eyes shoot up to yours intrigued. “But I do have a clear clit pump, but…” you bite your lip, “that can be for another time.” You feel out of breath as your clit grows inside the sucker, the coil in your stomach growing, blood moving from your head to your clit. 

Johnny cocks his head, raising an eye-brow, smirking at you. “How big can it get?” asking innocently. 

You press your lips together, turning away shy. “This, a little bigger and puffy,” you confirm, “but with the pump, maybe a few inches?” He lets out another groan, kissing your tender thighs again. “Only temporary though.” You reassure, however you know your boyfriend is bi and the idea of having a little cock for him to suck on makes you whimper. 

“How long do we have to wait?” he asks softly. 

“A few moments, you can pump it if you want?” you tease, wiggling your mound in his face. 

He reaches back down and tugs the toy once again, watching you squirm. Gently squeezing and sucking you inside more, you gasp as the sensation. He squeezes a few more times, noting more slick oozing from your hole. He groans at the sight. Gently he fingers your hole, teasing the entrance. You can see on his face so much he’s enjoying playing with you, teasing you. He would do anything to get you riled up. 

“Okay, it should be good now.” You nod at Johnny to do the honours. Gently he breaks the seal and removes the toy with a pop, exposing your now engorged clit, the bud maybe twice its size and looking painfully red. 

“Steaming jesus” he mutters. You just giggle at his reaction. Tenderly he swipes his middle finger up between your glistening folds, gently brushing your swollen clit and you twitch and writhe at the overstimulation already. The increased blood flow makes you twice as sensitive. 

“I will cum faster and even more intense too,” you confess, biting your lower lip between your teeth again. Which was all you needed to say before Johnny wrapped his hands back around your thighs, finger tips digging into your plush flesh, and pulling them apart exposing you more. Like a man starved, he laps at your clit, planting a few kisses, but rolling the bud with the tip of his tongue. Your hands fly to his mohawk, nails digging and scraping his scalp. He grunts in reply at the spine shivering sensation. You yelp out, moaning and panting his name over and over. 

He lets out another groan, “It’s harder too, fuck it’s gorgeous.” he mutters into your cunt. “Like rolling a pearl on my tongue.” You blush at his poetry. You already feel so close to cumming, you try and press your legs together but Johnny’s strong hands keep you pressed open.

He looks up at you, chin and lips already coated in your slick. “Put them back on your nipples,” he commands. You nod, returning the suckers to your breasts. Johnny presses his tongue flat on your clit and watches as you tease your nipples, sucking them inside the silicone once more. He feels your clit twitch at your pleasure. He groans again. 

Feeling you nearing your peak, he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks, hard. You let out a yelp, hips thrusting and bucking like a wild animal. However he holds you down. You’ve never felt such pleasure, such raw intense desire. You breathe heavy as you feel the coil inside your stomach tighten as your orgasm draws near. 

Jonny looks up at you again, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. He reaches up and tugs at one of the toys, you let out a yelp. You feel the bed rock as Johnny humps into the bed, you feel a pang of guilt over him being neglected but you know he’s enjoying this just as much as you.

Johnny feels as you slowly draw closer to your orgasm, he feels the bud twitch on his tongue. He laps faster, his lower face covered in a mixture of spit and your wetness. You feel a thin sheen of sweat coat your skin as you grow towards your climax. He puckers his lips again and sucks the bud hard, tongue flicking fast - causing you to arch off the bed as your orgasm finally snaps and washes over you. 

You feel yourself gush with slick, you moan loud enough for the neighbours to hear, hips twitching as you try and pull away but Johnny follows. Still sucking, overstimulating you. Your body tingles as if struck by lightning. Your orgasms with Johnny are powerful, but this one felt like it was turned up to 11. Tears line your eyes from the immense pleasure, your hands fly back to his head and you try to push him off you. You feel your hole clamp down around nothing and pulse from the intensity. 

He finally releases you, kissing your engorged clit once more. You pant hard, trying to catch the last remaining particles of oxygen in the air. 

“Fuuuuck” is all you can muster. Your chest heaving. You forgot about the suckers till on your nipples until Johnny pulls them off with a pop, making you writhe. You look down at your body, your most sensitive places swollen, red, engorged and wet. 

You brush the wet strands that have stuck to your forehead away as you come down from your intense high, your blood a mixture of dopamine and alcohol. 

Johnny slowly climbs up your body, gently kissing your sweat coated skin till he reaches your lips, he kisses you tenderly, you can taste your tang on his tongue. He grinds his hips into yours, the hardness of his cock pressing into your folds but you wince as the rough fabric of his boxers scratches against your swollen clit like needles. 

He backs away and flops to your side. Hands gliding over your stomach, up to your breasts and his fingers glide over your puffy nipples. He plants wet slick kisses over your neck, tongue lapping at your sweat. You let out a whimper and you hear Johnny chuckle at your overwhelmed reaction.

You close your eyes as you swim in your pool of ecstasy, not before you hear the sound of your bedside drawer being opened again. Your eyes shoot open as Johnny pulls out another toy.

“Let’s try this one next.” 

[stnaf-vn]

This unintentionally got darker as I wrote it

AU where Keagan didn't crash and ended up safe and not having his life ruined BUT:

SH still dumps him, and now everytime he goes out, there's somehow, always, and i mean always, a motorcycle helmet somewhere.

"Walks out his front door?" There's a helmet on his doorstep

"Goes shopping?" There's a helmet on the hood of his car

"Goes to shower after a long day of ominous helmets?" A fucking helmet is sitting next to his, for some fucking reason, empty bottles of soap that he just bought last week

He initially he was just pissed off and irritated about it, since he thought it was Friend being petty and fucking with him. He doesn't bother confronting him cuz 1.) at least hes not trying to crash his fucking car this time and 2.) He really can't prove it's him, and the cops will probably think he's a fucking lunatic 3.) If Friend really is breaking into his house just to put a helmet there, hes not gonna piss off the man who knows where and when he sleeps

But then the helmets start showing up when it couldn't have been him. He went to the kitchen to grab a snack, and there was another goddamn helmet there, but it couldn't have been Friend, cuz he just saw you livestreaming some event with him a few minutes ago, and his house is nowhere close enough to where it's happening for Friend to pull that off, even with the motorcycle.

Now he's less annoyed and more legitimately frightened, it can't be Friend doing it, and his buddies wouldn't do this kinda shit as a prank, not for this long at least. So who the fucks been in his house?

Now he's paranoid. When he thought it was Friend, he was able to ignore it, and bare with it since he figured Friend would get bored eventually.

But now? Now he's fucking terrified. If it was Friend, then yeah, its still someone breaking into his house, but at least he was probably just doing it to fuck with him, at least it was still relatively harmless, a way to terrorize Keagan for fucking up that night. He could handle that, it was creepy, but at least he didn't have to worry about getting murdered.

But if it wasn't Friend, then someone else wanted to scare him, someone else knew about what happened, and they wanted to make him squirm.

They were punishing him.

At least that's what he thought. Or more accurately, what he was hoping.

Cuz there's no way for him to know, now is there?

Friend would've had a reason, a good one too, honestly

But whoever's doing this isn't him, and now Keagan doesn't know if they'll stop with just the helmets, or why they're using the helmets to begin with.

He doesn't know what they can do

What they want to do

What they will do

And it scares him, thinking that sooner or later, he may find out exactly what they want from him

It turns out Friend just has his other yan buddies doin it to scare the everloving shit outta Keagan for what he did, they're not gonna actually hurt him, but they're gonna send his ass to a therapist

i'm fucking cry-laughing at the thought of fucking either @restartheartvn's Ezra or @campwillowpeak's Harper just fucking moving the helmet around while Keagan has a mental breakdown

[cod-dump]

Father

Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

___

The shirt was a bit too big on him but that never stopped him from wearing it. Soap always tucked it into his pants and went about his day. Today was different, though. Today Soap stared at the shirt, imagining someone else wearing it, before he finally put it on. He tucked it into his pants, swallowing when he looked in the mirror.

The text that Gaz sent him was left read. Soap hadn’t replied yet.

Kyle Garrick: Running late. The smoke shop was out of the cigars

Soap sighs. He was running late, too. He knows Ghost was already there. Probably got there early like always. Soap grabs the pack of beers from his fridge and walks out the door. He needed to get there before Ghost was left alone with his thoughts too long. The drive was short seeing that he lived the closest. When he got out, pulling the beer from the passenger seat, he couldn’t see Ghost. Ghost always had gotten a ride from either Soap or Gaz in the beginning. Nowadays he just shows up on his own.

Soap walked up the kill, surprised to find Ghost hiding beside the oak that hid the plague from the rest. He had his face buried in his arms, knees pressed against his chest. Soap frowns as he sits the beer down.

“Hey, Si.”

Ghost slowly raises his head. The were bloodshot accompanied by bags under them. He didn’t get any sleep, again. Soap kept trying to get Ghost to live with him but the man refused. Soap sits next to him, shoulders touching. He recognized the hoodie he wore. It was a little bit small on him but after some washes and stretching it out it fit him better. Soap brushes a hand across the front of his shirt, staring at the plaque. Finally, Gaz shows up.

“Sorry, had to do some searching. Bought extras this time.”

Soap looks at Gaz. The old jacket he had on always looked off when he wore it. But like Soap’s shirt, Gaz didn’t care. He takes his place on the other side of Ghost. Both him and Soap knew Ghost appreciated the comfort even though he never said anything. They stare at the plaque, a heavy sigh leaving Gaz.

“Six years…”

Ghost shudders, saying nothing. Soap grabs a beer, cracking it open and handing it to Gaz. He gets Ghost a beer then grabs himself one. Gaz holds his beer out.

“Six years… We miss you everyday day.”

Ghost chugs his beer, Gaz taking a swig of his. Soap takes a swig, staring at the plaque, wishing it wasn’t there. Not yet…

In Memory Of John Price.

That day haunted him still. He knows it haunted Ghost and Gaz, too. He wished there could’ve been another way, that support showed up ten minutes sooner. But they didn’t… Price still took multiple bullets, still died in Gaz’s arms. They had to run. They had to leave him there. They never managed to retrieve the body and had to bury an empty casket.

When they finish their beers, Soap grabs the last bottle and cracks it open. None of them liked this brand but Price loved it. Soap pours the beer into the ground next to the plaque, making sure to get the last drop out before putting the empty bottle with the rest. Soap sits back down and takes a cigar when Gaz handed it to him.

None of them are smokers, but on days like this they are.

Soap takes a drag from the cigar after Ghost lights it for him. He hated the burn but he still savored it. The first couple of times he hacked up a lung. Now it doesn’t even faze him. They sat in silence until the last of their cigars turned to ash. He hated these days. On holidays, the anniversary, and his birthday. That’s the days they came here. Sometimes Soap came here by himself just to talk. Price was always a damn good listener but Soap missed the comments he would make or the faces of judgement or pride.

He missed him.

Gaz breaks the silence.

“Want to go get takeaway and watch those shitty war movies Price loved?”

“I could watch them a thousand times and would still say yes.”

Ghost remains silent. Soap and Gaz knew better than to try to get him to talk. The three stand, collecting their trash before they headed back down the hill. Soap was thinking of getting sparklers for his birthday. It was coming up soon.

[codfanficedits]

Cheating Ghost part 11 - His ending.

Ghost POV:

I lost it all. And for what? For a little toy, for a little smile, for a little weak moment. Sixty goddamn days of my life.

It wasn’t even worth it. It made me lose the job I worked so hard for. Price didn’t want to hear shit after I got my sentence. I tried to explain how it wasn’t really my fault. After all, you and Soap had planned this. No matter how innocent you tried to act in court. I knew what had happened.

I really tried to live with my anger. I had to go to therapy, but that was a waste of my fucking time. I have one little outburst and all of the sudden I am the problem?

I had to sell the house, because of you. Everything reminded me of you, at night I thought I saw you stand in the doorway, I swear I could hear your footsteps, your laugh, your voice. But you were never there. It haunted me, you know that? So I sold it, bought another house. Tried to forget about you. The money I had made during my time in the military, it lasted me a long time. I didn’t have to work, no I could drown my sorrows in liquor and hookers. The funny thing was, money doesn’t last, just like we didn’t.

And I really tried. I tried to get new jobs, but they would never last. God, people are morons and I just cannot deal with them. Do you know how hard it is to keep your house when you’re not able to keep a goddamn job? And furthermore, do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship when you’re not able to hold a job, when the bills are stacking up?

God, and even if I could hold a job, I’m not able to keep a relationship, I keep searching for a piece of you. Even when they’re a perfect match, they’re still not you.

I hate myself for letting you go, I crave how predictable you were, I crave your touch, your voice, you.

Yet at the same time, I am so angry at you for taking everything from me. I deserve better than this. You took everything I worked so hard for.

The anger is tucked away, for now. It reappears whenever I hit the bottle. Everything I’ve been holding in comes out then. It’s not a pretty sight when I get my shit together again, it makes me feel ashamed.

Your little action has made me unable to look into the mirror. I see my fathers eyes whenever my eyes linger to long on the man I see in the mirror. I became what I hated the most and I can only blame you for it.

I even tried to make up with the last woman, the one you found the video of. I went to her house, tried to explain myself. I even apologised for calling her my toy. She had the audacity to laugh at me. She told me to fuck right off. Hell, she even pulled her girlfriend to her side when I asked for a second chance. It left me broken. Not even my back up wanted me anymore.

Lately I’ve been wandering the streets, as a soul without a purpose. I avoid the large windows, I cannot stand to see my reflection in them, the shell of the man I was supposed to be. I had such a good life ahead of me, but it was all ruined. My days are filled with sorrow and time is slipping through my fingers.

It is a good day, a beautiful day, so I decide to go to the park, maybe it would ease my mind, before I would go home and get drunk again. I wander around in the park, aimlessly, the sun on my skin is a nice feeling, it beats the feeling of feeling sorry for myself.

My heart skips a beat when I see you. You’re standing close to the water, and I can’t tell what you’re saying to the man in front of you, but you look happy. The clothes you’re wearing fit your body perfectly, and truth be told, you look better than you’ve ever looked before.

God I miss you. I miss you so goddamn much. I start to make my way over to you, I want to talk to you, maybe there is a new chance for us to be together. The guy you’re with can suck it, I can show you what you deserve.

My blood runs cold when I see the man in front of you go down on one knee.

No.

[sofasoap]

Four misses

Pairing : John Price x F!reader (aka OC Mini MacTavish) Summary: Four times you missed each other, and one time you gave up. Part 2 of Five Times

Warning: Mature themes. if you don’t like the idea of age gap story, turn around NOW.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

He promised you he will contact you. Looking down at the phone. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.

After your bold admission to him in the garden a month ago, you are starting to wonder if it was the right move. You understand from your experience from Johnny, there is no certainty in anything with the military.  They can get called away anytime, cutting off connections with their family for weeks, or even months.  No idea if they are dead or alive, until someone shows up at your doorstep,  either it’s your loved one returning to you, or someone informing you of the unfortunate sacrifice they made to their country.

Looking at the bottle of whisky you bought, sitting on the bookshelf. Maybe you just need to be a bit more patient.

Disappointment hit you again. You finally got a call from him, two months later, after the team had returned from their latest mission, apologising for not getting back to you soon enough. Promises made again, dates set. You waited at the pub. Ten minutes gone. Twenty. Thirty. An hour. Two hours. Nothing. You feel like a fool. No calls, no messages, nothing again. Quietly thanking the bartender, who is now looking at you with pity, you slipped some notes and bit extra for tip, you picked up your phone and wallet walking out the door. Ten minutes later, a flustered Price rushed into the pub, frantically trying to find you. 

“You just missed her. She waited for two hours.”  Unimpressed expression on bartender’s face says it all when they informed the Price’s 

He was so immersed in his work, he had totally forgotten about the meet up until he heard one of the soldiers passing by talking about going on a date with their sweetheart. 

Looking at his phone, which was switched off during the meeting, he had missed calls and few messages from you, asking where he was.

He tried to call you back, but you didn’t pick up. This isn’t going well at all.

Sitting in a corner, twirling the tumbler glass in your hands, you wish you hadn’t come. Soap hosted a small get together with family and few people from the base at their house. “Hey why the long face? Something happened?” Your brother pulled you into the private family sitting room, away from everyone else. “ I am sorry Price isn’t here,he has been called away for an important briefing by the higher ups.” Upon hearing Price’s name, you couldn’t hold in anymore, tears started streaming down your face. “Johnny.. I… I …” desperately wiping your face to stop the tears from falling, to no avail, “ I knew it wouldn’t work out, but I still went for it.  Why? Why?”  you sobbed. “I tried.. I really tried… “ 

Soap holding onto you tight, trying hard to suppress his anger. He should have intervened, he knew it. He knew the difficulties and obstacles, he thought Price would treat you well. But he is mistaken. You cried yourself to sleep that night,  under Soap’s insistence of you staying for the night. 

Maybe it is time to let go and move on. 

You are about to move away from London, change your job, change your phone number and back up to Scotland, closer to your parents.  Starting a new chapter of your life.

You half thought about contacting him again before moving away, but decided against it. Why drag yourself into the past and into the pain again? Hearing the boarding announcement through the PA, you pulled your coat tight against yourself, wrapped yourself nicely and tight with the thick woollen scarf your mum knitted for you around your neck and face. It’s been a very cold winter, and it’s only getting worse. Boarding the train, your shoulder accidentally bumps into the man with a thick leather jacket and black beanie. Mumbling apologies to each other as you rush into the carriage, finding your seat and settling yourself down. As the train started moving, you looked out the window, and met the eyes of the stranger you bumped into. Price. Eyes widen with surprise, it’s evident he is just caught out as you are. But it was too late. The train is already moving and pulling out of the station. You slump back into your seat.

Another missed chance. How cruel thy fate. 

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 5 - Half-Clothed

Today's kinktober prompt: I have a soft spot for one of them being almost fully clothed during sex - probably because the other surprised them naked on their bed but it’s war and they’re so busyyy they can’t afford to fully undress but also can’t resist the quickie

For my beloved @dininginspace

Kept Waiting - 1,153 Rated: E Content: Bottom Obi-Wan, Top Anakin

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It was hard to plan for nice evenings in the middle of a war - doubly so when you were a General and a Jedi Master. Constantly being called away for important meetings, requested to attend diplomatic dinners and events, and sent off on week long missions left very little time in the way of sitting down for a nice cup of tea, let alone planning a romantic evening.

But when Obi-Wan found out that he and Anakin would be both back in Coruscant for a total of two days - two days in which they had no meetings, no routine, and no expectations - Obi-Wan set it upon himself to do something nice for the both of them. He bought a nice bottle of Ryloth sparkling wine along with a basket of Jogan fruit, showered using spicy soaps he knew Anakin enjoyed the scent of on his skin, cleaned every part of himself thoroughly, before draping himself across Anakin’s bed with nothing on as he waited patiently for Anakin’s arrival.

Only Anakin didn’t arrive - not in the next ten minutes, or the next hour, nor even the next two. When Obi-Wan probed their bond in curiosity he was only met with annoyance - harsh and grating against the back of Obi-Wan’s brows - causing Obi-Wan’s good mood to slip away, leaving him to lounge alone next to a bottle of Ryloth that was quickly losing its bubbles. Obi-Wan had gone from warm and pliable to bored and cold in short order, hiding himself beneath Anakin’s blankets as he scrolled through his datapad, eying the reports that he still had yet to work on with disdain.

It wasn’t until two and a half hours had passed did Obi-Wan feel Anakin again in their bond, still annoyed but less angry as he neared his room. Tossing the datapad down on the bed, Obi-Wan only had time to throw the blankets off and spread his legs before Anakin appeared in the doorway.

“You wouldn’t believe the shit I just went through in the archives,” Anakin said, his head ducked as he shed his cloak and threw it across the room. “Nu kept hovering over my shoulder as I looked for something in the database - as if my mere presence was going to mess up the entire organization of the facilities. She really needs to get laid or—”

Anakin stopped his ranting as soon as he saw Obi-Wan. Brows relaxing, his lips parting, he stared at Obi-Wan as if he’d just sprouted a second-head. For a moment Obi-Wan thought maybe he had - anything was possible with the Force, he supposed - before Anakin’s parted lips twisted into a massive grin, and he leapt on to the bed, tackling Obi-Wan back on to the pillows.

“How long have you been waiting?” Anakin asked between kisses, the press of their lips quick and sweet before he trailed them down Obi-Wan’s neck, groaning as he smelled the vestiges of the spicy soap.

“Not long,” Obi-Wan lied. He laughed when Anakin tickled his sides, hands quick across his form as he dipped lower and—

Anakin’s head shot up, hair already a tangled mess atop his head. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, eyes twinkling with delight. “You’re ready.”

Shrugging, Obi-Wan let out a soft gasp as Anakin pressed a finger into his already stretched and loose hole. “D-didn’t want to have to wait when you finally got here.”

His laugh was swallowed up by Anakin, their embrace fierce as Anakin delved his tongue into his mouth for a sloppy, needy kiss. Groaning, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Anakin and held him close, desperate for more as Anakin slipped a second finger in, finger-fucking him quickly with sharp thrusts.

“C-cock,” Obi-Wan panted when Anakin broke away to pepper his jaw with kisses. “Y-your cock.”

Anakin let out an undignified snort, and Obi-Wan could feel the press of his amusement against his neck.

“So eloquent,” Anakin mumbled. Sitting back, he slipped his hand from between Obi-Wan’s legs, Obi-Wan sighing as the pressure was relieved for an unsatisfying moment. Grabbing the banding of his leggings, Anakin pulled them down only far enough to release his cock and balls before he stroked his length, getting it to full hardness in short order.

Grabbing the bottle of neglected lube Obi-Wan shoved Anakin down on to the bed, Anakin letting out a soft sigh as his back hit the mattress. His pretty cock was sticking up between the folds of his clothing, tabards spread apart across his hips, thighs barely visible beneath the black material. Thick strings of precome were already streaming down his length, making his cock glisten in the low light of the bedroom, sullying his clothes in his spend. Anakin always so wet for Obi-Wan that Obi-Wan wasn’t even sure if he needed another coating of lube.

“C’mon,” Anakin said, impatience swirling with desperation in his tone.

Normally Obi-Wan would scold Anakin and remind him about patience; he’d drag his finger along Anakin’s length and order him to strip; he’d brush his lips against the head of Anakin’s cock and tease the tip of his tongue against the slit, collecting the pearls of precome that would ooze out as if by command.

But normally, Obi-Wan hadn’t waited almost three hours for this exact moment.

Squirting an unnecessarily large amount of lube on to his hand, Obi-Wan coated Anakin’s cock in it before using the leftovers on his hole. Anakin’s pupils widened then, gaze following Obi-Wan’s quick movements between his legs, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. With little build-up Obi-Wan quickly straddled Anakin’s hips and reached back, grabbing the base of his cock to steady him before he sunk down on Anakin’s length.

Anakin’s loud moan mixed with Obi-Wan’s soft sigh, the stretch and pressure satisfying after all this time. Anakin was the perfect width and length, the tip of his cock sliding along Obi-Wan’s prostate as he sunk lower, taking him all the way to the base. Squeezing his eyes shut Obi-Wan braced his hands on Anakin’s chest, twisting the dense material of his tunic, streaks of lube spread across the leathers of his tabards. Anakin was petting his thighs and hips, fingers soft but touch trembling as he soothed Obi-Wan.

A moment passed where Obi-Wan enjoyed the sensation of being filled, and of having his hole stretched and pushed into, before he opened his eyes and looked down at Anakin. Anakin seemed completely overwhelmed already, skin beaded up with sweat, curls sticking against the tight cords of his neck, his chest expanding rapidly beneath Obi-Wan’s hands. Obi-Wan grinned as he lifted himself up, knees already aching.

“Ready?” he asked.

Anakin returned the grin. “Always.”