#and the fucking soap fell right out of it (like through the bottom)

[inkykeiji]

so, alright, i accidentally dropped a whole bar of fucking soap down the toilet as it was flushing, and now it’s clogged and i am ._. freaking out only slightly

[alvojake]

Stargirl Interlude | L.HS

「pairing」 : bf!heeseung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.3k

「synopsis」 : it was showtime, but heeseung just had to sneak his pretty girlfriend, you, into the back so he could fuck you. you were his good luck charm, after all.

「genre」 : smut, fluff, rockstar!heeseung

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, unprotected sex, quickie, kissing, biting/marking, creampie, petnames (doll, baby, pretty girl...), praising, slight fingering, teasing, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, public sex, lmk if I missed anything!

“Fuck Hee, what if someone comes in?” You gasped as his lips latched onto the supple skin of your neck, teeth grazing over your jugular. His knee shoved your legs apart, pressing it right against your thinly covered core, seeing as you were wearing that cute black dress that he told you to before leaving.

“No one is coming back here; they’re all too worried about making sure everything is set up.” He groaned against your skin before pulling away to seal your lips in a heated kiss, pressing his knee right against your core to hear your pretty moans.

“Hee–”

“Shhhh, doll, don’t worry so much.” He whispered softly, hands reaching for the hem of your dress, hiking it up over your hips. “You just try to keep your pretty sounds down,”

A soft gasp fell from your lips as his fingers brushed over your covered slit, feeling your slick soak through the thin fabric. Heeseung chuckled as he latched his lips to your neck once more, biting down on the junction of your shoulder, relishing in the way your body trembled. 

He moved your panties to the side, running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were. Your eyes fell closed, and your bottom lip got caught between your teeth as his fingers prodded at your slit, teasing you.

“Seungie, please.” You whined, gripping his shirt with a vice-like grip, the need coursing through your body making your brain all fuzzy; the only thought in your mind was having him buried balls deep in your soaping cunt. 

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re dripping in my hand.” His voice was low and husky as he licked his way up to your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, making you shiver, “too bad we don’t have a lot of time, or I’d be on my knees devouring you whole.”

You whined at his words, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second, which, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. With a chuckle, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into your wet heat resulting in a choked moan falling from your lips, eyes screwed shut, and fingers dug into his shoulders.

The lewd, wet sounds that were coming from where Heeseung’s fingers scissored you open were deafening. Making your ears ring as he continued to litter your pretty neck with marks, showing that you were taken.

“As much as I want you to come on my fingers, I need you on my dick.” Heeseung breathed out, pulling his fingers from your clenching wall, making you whine. He was quick to swallow all of your whines as he kissed you messily, hands making quick work of his jeans. Pushing them down just far enough for his cock to slip out, hitting his abdomen, tip red and decorated prettily with beads of precum.

He pressed your body tightly against the wall, taking your right leg with his hand before using the other to line his cock with your entrance after shoving your panties to the ground. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, teeth latching onto his skin as he pushed into you slowly.

“Shit…” He groaned as your warm walls wrapped around him snuggly, a tighter fit than normal due to the lack of preparation.

Heeseung gave you barely a moment to adjust before he pulled back out and pushed in, leaving you gasping against his skin, fingers digging into his biceps. You tried to keep your noise on the down low, but the position, the two of you were in allowed him to hit all of the right spots to make you see stars. Choked gasps and moans fell from your lips the faster his pace got, growing in pitch by the second.

“You’re so noisy, doll. Do you really want someone to catch us?” He mocked you, a smug smirk tugging on his lips as he watched you shake your head against him, biting your lip to try and muffle your noises once more. The dark-haired male trailed his hand from your hip up to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging back harshly. A high-pitched whine tore from your lungs, and tears stung at the corner of your eyes as you looked up at him. His hips never faltered as he took in your already fuck-out expression, loving the tears that had started falling from your eyes, which caused some of your makeup to smudge under your eyes. You looked so pretty like this, and god, did he wish he could just say fuck the show so he could take you home and fuck you into oblivion. But alas, the band wouldn’t survive the night without his vocals.

“Hee!” You squeaked as his tip kissed your cervix, eyes screwing shut as you felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten.

Heeseung tugged on your hair once more, tilting your head up so he could kiss you once more. The kiss quickly turned wet and messy as you couldn’t focus on kissing him properly due to the instrumental amount of pleasure that racked your brain.

“Close already, doll?” He teased despite the fact that he wasn’t too far from him either, but hearing the weak mewls that left your kiss-swollen lips was too good to pass up. 

Untangling his fingers from your hair, he let your head fall back into the crook of his neck while he found your hip once more, pounding into you relentlessly. The tiny storage closet is filled with lewd, squelching noises as well as quiet, soft moans and groans from the two of you.

“Hee–” You were cut off when the coil in your stomach finally snapped, and you were coming around Heeseung’s dick, causing him to groan at the feeling of your walls fluttering. Choked gasps caught in your throat as he fucked you through your high, legs threatening to give out as they shook under your weight. Heeseung was the only thing keeping you up right, his hold far too strong to let you go anywhere.

“Such a good girl for me– fuck… letting me fuck you before my show,” He groaned, hips faltering as his high approached, “always my little good luck charm, isn’t that right doll?” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he continued to fuck into you, throwing your body into a state of overstimulation.

“Sungie…” You whined out, more tears falling from your eyes as you let your head lay back against the wall. Heeseung cooed at you, kissing away your tears and whispering praises as he spilled his seed deep in your womb.

He continued to pepper your face with soft kisses, bringing you back down from your high. Tilting your head up, you capture his lips in a gentle kiss, relishing in the warmth it brings along with it until he pulls away with a small pout.

“They’re probably looking for me,” He grumbled, pulling his soft dick out of you, watching as both your and his cum trickled out and down your thigh. You whimpered in his hold as he scooped the cum on his fingers before pushing it back into your sensitive cunt.

“Hee–”

“Shhh, pretty girl, we gotta keep your stuff full until we get back home.” He pressed a kiss on the corner of your parted lips before letting your leg fall and reaching down to grab your discarded panties, hiking them up and over your hips. You let out a breathy sigh when he fixed your dress, then encased your body in his arms and peppered your exposed neck and shoulder with wet kisses.

“Heeseung, man, where are you?” Your body tensed up at the sound of Jake’s voice, one of Heeseung’s bandmates.

Heeseung chuckled softly before pulling away from you, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I’ll see you after the show, my pretty girl.” Then, with one last lingering kiss, he slipped out of the room, leaving you there to collect your bearings before walking out to watch your boyfriend perform.

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[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Hello, bestie, your writing is fucking amazing, i adore you so much, lovie 💕❤️😍

Could i ask a request for 141, LV and Konig, where THEY send reader a nude photo as a tease, pretty smutty too, please? 👀😍 Thank you, sweetie ❤️

141 + König Sending Reader A Nude Photo

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, afab! Reader, oral f! Receiving

Note: I’ll be doing a second version with Alejandro, Nikolai, Rodolfo and Grave☺️❤️

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Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon felt ridiculous. He'd never sent a nude photo in his life, and thought the idea was frankly a bit silly. But Johnny had told him that this was something that people just “did” in relationships, especially when one of the partners was away for an extended period of time.

He closed himself in his office, locking the door behind him before sitting down in one of the chairs.

“Better be right about this, Johnny.” Simon huffed, moving to unbutton his pants. Now, Simon would be lying if the thought wasn’t intriguing, his mind filling with possibilities of just how you’d react to getting such a provocative picture of him.

He pulled his semi hard cock out, fisting it a few times before taking out his phone. If he thought the idea was ridiculous before, it was nothing compared to how he was feeling now. He struggled with getting the right angle, frankly feeling quite awkward as he snapped a photo and sent it off to you.

He debated getting back up, and going back to his bunk before his phone chimed a few minutes later. He looked down, to find a picture of you, your body donning the black lingerie set he bought you before his deployment, and your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell.” Simon cursed under his breath, his cock now rock hard in his pants. He palmed at himself through his pants lazily, his eyes glued to your figure on his phone. “Gonna be the death of me.”

He quickly dialed your number, pressing his phone to his ear as his hand moved back toward his fully hard member. “Lovie- you look good in that set.”

“Thought you’d like that. That picture was quite the surprise, Si.” You gave a breathy chuckle, and Simon could’ve sworn he heard the faint buzzing of your vibrator in the background.

“You touching yourself, babe?” Simon asked, his cock twitching at the thought. “You touching yourself to the picture of my cock?”

You gave a breathy moan in reply, causing Simon’s eyes to squeeze shut as he pulled himself back out, and began to pump himself at a steady pace.

“Let me see, kitten.” He ordered, and who were you to deny his request?

Your picture came a moment later, your favorite vibrator shoved firmly inside of you, and Simon could clearly tell from the picture that you were soaked.

“Good fucking girl. That’s my girl. Go on and make yourself cum on the phone with me, I want to hear it.”

Your moans filled his ears, as Simon struggled to keep the phone steady in his hands, his eyes glued to your recent picture. His right hand was pumping at his cock furiously, your soft mewls driving him closer to the edge.

“Just you wait, princess. When I get home I’m gonna make you cum in every room of that fuckin’ house.” Simon groaned, his orgasm nearing quickly. “Can’t wait to feel that pretty little pussy cum all around my cock.

His vulgar words drove you to your edge, a loud squeak emitting from your lips as your release racked your body- causing you to scream out your lovers name.

Simon fell over the edge, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flew onto his abdomen. “Fuck. My name sounds so good like that. Such a good girl for me.”

“You better have meant what you said Simon.” You teased, your voice breathless as you regained your composure. “As much as I loved the picture, nothing compares to the real thing.”

Simon cleared his through, a dark chuckle resounding from his chest. Of course he fucking meant it- after all, Simon’s a man of his word.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

Johnny was dying. He'd been without sex for months, and he was dying for any sort of release. He wouldn’t be home to you, his pretty little pet in at least another few weeks, and he was nearly about to burst from the pent up sexual frustration.

The saved pictures of you in his phone had done little to satiate his needs, and he decided to take a different approach this time.

He closed himself in one of the private bathrooms on base, and wasted no time in yanking off his pants. His cock was already semi hard, as crude thoughts of you had been swirling in his mind all day.

He gave his member a few pumps, before snapping a picture of himself in the full sized mirror in front of him, and sending it to you without any accompanying message. Now all he had to do was wait for your reply.

He smiled as not more than a minute after he sent the photo, he got a notification on his phone that you were face timing him.

“Bonnie.” He answered, making sure only his face was visible when he answered the video call. “Is everything alright?”

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that right?” You groaned, settling yourself on yours and Johnnys shared bed. “An absolute tease.”

“It’s only fair lass. How many times have you sent me pictures of yourself, knowing damn well I couldn’t do anything about it.” Johnny argued, getting himself more comfortable on the lid of the toilet. “Go on, show me what that picture did to you.”

He watched intently as you held your phones camera away from you, and began to slowly strip away at your clothes. Johnny licked his lips eagerly as you removed your panties, leaving yourself completely bare to his awaiting eyes.

He turned his camera to face his fully hard cock, and began to pump himself, his eyes never leaving the phone in his other hand.

“Let me see how wet you are, baby.” Johnny cooed, his eyes glued to the screen as you brought your phone closer to your pussy. He nearly came right there as he watched you drag a finger up your soaked cunt, the wet noises clearly audible through the phone. “Oh fuck me.”

You gave a delectable whimper, causing Johnny to fist at his cock faster than before. “Miss you Johnny.”

“I know, lass. Be a good girl for me and show me just how much that pussy misses me. I want to watch you come undone with your fingers.”

You spread your legs further for him, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt, and began to play with yourself, as soft moans began to emit from your lips.

“That’s it, keep going. I want to see everything.”

John Price-

John was simply too old for this. He’d heard the men on base talking about sending nudes to their significant others, as a way to keep their sex lives spiced up away from home- but John never once had partaken in such a thing before. Would you even like it?

The alcohol swirling in his system told him that you would, and before he could second guess his decision, he made his way to his office, making sure to lock the door behind him.

He sat himself comfortably in his chair, before pulling his length out of his pants, stroking it lazily as he pulled up his messages with you.

He knew you’d be home, probably in bed right now- otherwise he’d never have entertained the thought of doing this. He could very well just go home, but he knew if he did the stack of paperwork would never get done, but gods could he use the distraction.

He held his cock firmly in his hand, feeling a bit silly as he snapped a picture, and sent it over to you without second thought.

To say you were surprised to see the picture that popped up on your phone would be an understatement. You loved John dearly, but never would you have thought he’d send you a picture like this. Not that you were complaining.

Biting your lip, you snapped a picture of yourself- Your cleavage pouring out from the top of one of John’s white dress shirts.

John felt his cock twitch in his palm as he opened up the photo message, and instantly typed out a reply.

Get in your car, and drive over to my office, NOW.

~~~~~

You barely made it through the door of his office before he had you bent over his desk, your leggings ripped down exposing your bare bottom half to him.

“Gods I am a lucky fucking man.” John groaned, his fingers immediately going to toy with your already soaked folds. “Does my sending you pictures of my cock make you this wet?”

All you could do was moan in reply, as his thick fingers plunged inside of you, pumping in and out of you at a vigorous pace. He paused his movements, clearly unsatisfied by your lack of verbal reply.

A harsh slap came down on your ass, causing you to cry out. John only chuckled at your mewls. “I asked you a question, I expect an answer.”

“Yes. Fuck yes John.” You cried out. Seemingly satisfied by your answer, John pulled his fingers out of your core, before landing a playful slap to your cunt.

“Then he daddy’s good girl and cum around his cock, yeah? Show me just how much you enjoyed it.” He cooed in your ear, before plunging his length inside you without warning.

Needless to say, this won’t be the last time you receive a photo from John.

König-

Sorry, you wanted him to what? Surely he didn’t read your message correctly. König looked back down at his phone, his eyes scanning over your most recent message about a half dozen times. You wanted… a picture of his cock?

König looked around the room shyly, somehow thinking the men 10 feet across from him knew what was being asked of him.

He gulped audibly as you sent through another text, this time a picture of you, in one of your more revealing sets of pajamas. König could feel himself grow hard and his pants, and practically sprinted to one of the private bathrooms on base.

Once locked inside, he wasted no time in ripping down his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his painfully hard cock sprung free from its confinements.

Though he knew he was alone, König couldn’t help but look around the small bathroom, his cheeks burning crimson red as he snapped a picture of himself, before sending it off to you.

He honestly planned on getting up and walking out of the bathroom, never to think of this moment again, before his phone went off again.

A video came through, causing König’s brain to malfunction completley. You were playing with yourself, as soft moans of König’s name left your lips.

Königs legs acted on their own, prompting him to walk back over to the toilet and sit down on it, his cock making its way to his hand once more as he began to stroke it.

He had to bite his lip, hard enough to draw blood to prevent his cries of pleasure from escaping his lips. He felt so dirty. He knew men were right outside the bathroom, but in that moment all he could focus on was how good your pussy looked in that video- and how much he wanted it to be his fingers playing with it instead of yours.

Another ping of his phone came- another video from you. König eagerly watched as you came undone, cumming around your fingers as his name continued to spill from your lips.

Königs other hand was shaking, his orgasm rapidly approaching as his eyes remained glued to the video stuck in a loop on his phone. He held the phone, camera facing his cock as he pressed the record button. If you were going to treat him with videos, the least he could do we repay the favor.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

You were a tease, through and through. It was one of the many things Kyle loved about you. But you’d been a devious little brat lately. You’d developed this habit this week, of sending him scandalous pictures of yourself, at various points of the day.

It was sending Kyle to a frenzy. Anytime he received the pictures it took everything in him not to run to the bathroom to bust a nut- but the timing was never convenient.

Now, now it was his turn to return the favor. Knowing he was being put on leave earlier than usual (unbeknownst to you) he decided to have a little fun of his own.

Before leaving the base, he stopped in one of the bathrooms, taking a quick picture of his semi hard cock, before tucking it back in his pants with a smile. Without second thought he hit the send button, before hopping in his car for the two hour drive home.

~~~~

You blew up his phone at least a dozen times on his drive. Kyle was never one to spontaneously send pictures like that, and it had a heat pooling between your legs.

The worst part was, he was blatantly ignoring your texts. He knew damn well what he was doing. Frustrated beyond belief, you took matters into your own hands.

~~

Kyle arrived home later that afternoon, the shit eating smirk from earlier never once leaving his lips.

He raced up the stairs, being as quiet as he could, and carefully opened the door to your shared bedroom. The sight he was met with had Kyle nearly creaming his pants right there.

You were splayed out on the bed, fully naked, your freshly painted nails stuffed firmly inside your core, desperately trying to find your release.

“Need some help?” Kyle called, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned against the door frame.

You jolted up, your eyes as wide as saucers as you pulled your fingers from your pussy. “Kyle!”

“Oh do continue, I’m quite enjoying the show.” He replied, licking his lips as his eyes remained glued to your sopping core.

“You’re a tease. I didn’t know you were coming home.” You huffed in frustration, your momentum from earlier long gone.

He grabbed your legs, firmly pulling you to the edge of the bed, and chuckled at the squeal that escaped your lips. “How’s it feel to be on the receiving end?”

Before you could reply, Kyle’s tongue found its way to your soaked folds, swirling and flicking rapidly at your sensitive bud.

“Now be a good girl and take exactly what I’m willing to give you.”

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A/N: ahhhh sorry this didn’t come together as well as I’d liked!

[riverbutghost]

Drunk In Love

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Trope: ❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy in the end, getting shot, military stuff etc.

since non of ya’ll send requests, I did a request for myself💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃

You were scared. Your heart was beating so hard that you could hear the sound of it.

“Sir, I need to speak with you.”

Your voice cracked at the end, making Ghost spin around in his chair. His eyes looked tired and distant, his desk was full of papers.

“Is it urgent? I’m kinda busy right now,”

There was a lump forming in your throat. Since that day, he didn’t speak to you for even a second. He was cold, distant. You saw him from a far only.

One time, you were back on your feet and wanted to match with him on your first practice after… yeah.

And he said you were weak, you looked weak and he chose another rookie to train with.

You remembered feeling so exhausted after the training, your head swaying and your ribs aching after getting an accidental punch to your side. Gaz apologized profusely, but you didn’t mind it.

Ghost was the one who minded it, though.

He gave Gaz a hard punishment, he made you go to the nurse and never train again for two weeks. You cried a little that day, you felt like a garbage after all. Like a toddler who was always in trouble.

“Uhm,”

He sighed and turned around, leaving you all hurt and confused again.

“I don’t have time for this.”

You sucked your bottom lip, feeling every ounce of pain from his words.

You got out, your mood souring immediately.

_

“Ghost, let them look.”

Price’ voice was gentle, like he was trying not to scare the animal.

His whole body trembled as the doctors forcefully took you out of his arms, your body weak and eyes shut as they hurriedly took care of your wounds.

He couldn’t help the twitch of his hands, his mind wandering off to things that made him choke on his spit.

He still got nauseous from that day. You were bleeding in his arms, your bright and shiny eyes were closed and your heartbeat was slow.

He gripped the pen tightly, his breathing slowly getting worse.

“fuck..”

He mumbled and got up, taking his mask off and locking the door.

He started breathing in and out, the tightness in his lungs started fading away.

-

“Hey lass, why you lookin’ like that?”

Soap pointed to his face as he sat down next to you.

“Your fuckin’ lieutenant is giving me a massive headache!”

Soap looked as shocked as you were at your outburst.

“Uhmm, well Gaz is calling for me,”

He got up and sprinted out of the room, making you feel a lot worse than before. Nobody wanted you. You were going to ugly cry.

You didn’t want to cry but it was hard to hold the tears.

“Sergeant, in my room. Now.”

As tears gathered in your eyes, you heard your stone faced lieutenant’s voice. No, you wanted to say. But he was your superior.

You shakily got up and turned around. He didn’t even wait for you.

With quick and steady steps, you knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

Without making eye contact, you sat down on the chair.

“Yes sir?”

Simon inspected you, the redness of your eyes and the puffiness of your mouth.

“You cried.”

A shocking wave swept through your body, a gasp left your mouth.

“No-“

“Don’t lie to me, soldier. Why did you cry? Who, made you cry?”

You wanted to laugh, the audacity of this man.

“You did.”

Simon’s face hardened with the way you looked at him, so sharp and beautiful.

“Did my words hurt you?”

Your gaze fell to your lap. Simon felt his chest tighten as he saw a tear forming on your eye.

“I apologize. You have to understand that I am your lieutenant, you can’t get hurt by my words.”

You shook your head.

“You changed, Simon.”

Simon clenched his jaw, a weird feeling crushed down on his chest.

He whispered your name.

“I don’t want this.”

He shook his head, a panicked breath leaving his mouth.

“Whatever you’re thinking will never happen. You and I both know that, love.”

You licked your lips and his attention was drawn on you.

“No, all i know is that I want you.”

Simon sighed, suddenly feeling too hot under the mask.

“I don’t.”

A sharp pain formed in your belly, feeling like a fool all of a sudden.

“Tell me, Simon. Spit it on my face, do you want me? If you don’t, I’ll never speak to you other than business. I promise.”

Simon thought for a moment. Did he really want you gone? No, he needed you to be healthy after that day. But he could still look at you from far away, he wanted that right?

“People get hurt if they get too close to me.”

Your face softened, realizing that this was hard for him. When you opened your mouth to soothe him he cut you off.

“Fuck it, I do want you. In my arms, bed, everywhere.”

Relief washed over you. Simon suddenly stood up, taking his mask off. You saw his face before but this time, it felt more intimate.

You got up as well, taking slow steps towards him.

“Kiss me, then.”

Simon’s throat bobbled as he swallowed his nerves. His hands shot out to hold your body against his as he pressed his scarred lips against yours, feeling the soft warmth of them.

He still wasn’t sure of whatever you two were beginning to do, but he realized that he was too old and life was too short. He kissed you deeply, like a hungry wolf, memorizing the way your lips felt against his.

You moaned as his hand went up to your breasts, gasping at his sudden change of behavior.

Let’s say that, Simon and you had the other day sleeping in.

[momolady]

Harvey the Orc: Part Two

Orc - Neighbors - Haunted House? - Friends to Lovers - Unrequited Crush Female Reader x Male Monster Part One

Something upstairs fell, and there was a loud noise. You furrowed your brow and listened closer. There was a rapping above, like someone tapping their fingers over and over against the floor. You stood up, put on a hoodie over your pajamas left your apartment, and ,walked directly to Harvey’s.

He answered his door, looking a bit disheveled. “What’s wrong? Did your closet collapse again?”

You pointed up. “I think something is wrong with Mrs. Gilbert.”

Harvey furrowed his brow and rubbed his eyes. “Well, shit, let's go see.”

You both took to the stairs, ran up them, and went to Mrs. Gilbert’s door. You knocked at first but heard no reply.

“Mrs. Gilbert?” You called out, knocking while you did. “Mrs. Gilbert, are you okay in there? I heard a loud noise.”

You heard something that sounded like crying from inside and you looked to Harvey in distress. You tried the doorknob, but the door was locked.

Harvey put his arm across you and moved you aside. “Stand back.” He reared back a bit and by this time the other neighbors had come out to see what the ruckus was about, Harvey rammed his shoulder into the door, and luckily the old lock broke with ease, the door swinging open wildly from the sheer brute force..

You rushed inside, finding Mrs. Gilbert on the floor. The neighbors called paramedics while you and Harvey tended to Mrs. Gilbert in the meantime.

Eventually, Mrs. Gilbert was taken away and her family was contacted. You and Harvey sat at the bottom of the stairs near your apartments, winding down from the events.

“Well,” Harvey huffed.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Harvey turned to look at you. “Glad you heard that. You saved her.”

You tucked your hands into your sleeves, curling the sleeve inward so your entire hand was encapsulated. “I just feel exhausted now. It’s been a day.”

Harvey put his arm around you, letting you rest your head upon him. It felt nice, it felt warm. You closed your eyes for a second, letting yourself drift away into his embrace and the scent of his soap. He rubbed your arm gently then sighed.

“You’re probably tired.” You sat up and quickly adjusted yourself. “I don’t want to keep you up or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve had a tougher day than I have,” he chuckled. “Haunted closet, falling neighbors, I feel like if I leave you alone something else would happen.”

‘Something would probably happen if the two of us were alone together.’ a thought spoke up in your mind. You shook it away, but your face blushed nonetheless.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. What else could possibly happen?”

Harvey knocked his knuckles upon the stair you sat on. “Knock on wood, be careful what you say. This building can hear you.”

You smirked. “Right. Right.” You stood up with Harvey, feeling very close to him all of a sudden. You looked up at him, enjoying the way you had to tilt your head up to do so. A lump formed in your throat as you gazed up at him, the idea of being alone with him was very, very appealing, especially after the day you had been through.

Despite your best efforts, your mind wandered a bit as you imagined what could possibly happen. Snuggling on the couch. Cautious hand placements. Curious glances. Oh and what if there was kissing? What if the kissing leads to something else? What if something else went on until morning?

“Well, good night then,” Harvey yawned.

Your thoughts snapped like a rubber band and struck you right in the face. You nodded to Harvey. “Yeah! Pray nothing else happens to me,” you laughed. “Good night, Harvey.”

You turned back into your apartment, hitting your head against the door in frustration. “Coward. Chicken!” You fussed at yourself. “You work yourself up like that, of course, you’re gonna fuck yourself over. Come on!” You went to the fridge, took out a bottle of water, and cracked it open.

After a few deep drinks from the bottle, you sighed heavily. “As if I’d know what to do with him once I got him.” You pulled your hand out from the sleeve and looked it over. “Bet he’s pretty big.” You thought about how tall Harvey was, how big his hands were, how thick his thighs were. Your face grew warm as you imagined him stripping off his clothes, his shirt tugging over his belly, his chest, the curls that coated him. His fingers then nimbly undid his pants, revealing the bulge growing in his underwear.

‘I bet he wears black boxer briefs,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Just a little support is all he likes.’ You bit your lip, laughing at your own ridiculous thought. “Still though-” Your mind continued watching him undress, tugging down his underwear to reveal to you what was hidden beneath.

“Green eggplant,” you murmured dreamily. You put your hand between your thighs, squeezing around it as you took another drink of cold water.

There was a knock on your door and you quickly yanked your intruding hand out. You panicked for a second, then went to the door and cleared your throat. “Who goes there?”

“Sorry, it’s me,” Harvey sounded despondent.

You opened the door and looked him over. “You okay?”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Something is up with my water. I saw your light was still on, so  I figured I would check yours.”

“Oh, sure.” You went into the kitchen and turned on the sink. “What’s going on with your water?”

“It won’t get hot, so I can’t get a shower.”

You wanted to laugh. “Oh thank goodness, it's your turn, it's off me.” You ran your hand under the water. “Mine is getting warm. Why don’t you grab a shower here then?”

Harvey sighed. “You don’t mind?”

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[thewritersaddictions]

Drabble: Call Of Duty- Body Talk

How might they react to finding out you don't like a part of your body?

John Price Bravo

"Do you think I'm pretty anymore?" You ask your husband of ten years. Price nearly scoffs at you, but when he looks up through your standing mirror, the look on your gives it all away. He can see the sadness behind your eyes and how you look at yourself with disgust in the mirror. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, love." He says, standing up to around the bedroom and standing behind you.

There's a bit more pudgness on your thighs, tummy, and even your arms, but you forget you've had two kids, and that comes with it. It also happens with simply aging. "But I don't feel pretty anymore, John. I feel disgusting, and I hate the way my body has become, and no amount of working out or eating right seems to fix it." Your voice is cracking, and Price knows the tears are coming. "Love, you're beautiful. Every day I look at you and wonder how the fuck I managed to be so damn lucky. I don't care about anything other than loving you and our kids." He says it, and he means it with all of his heart.

You let go of a large, heavy sigh. He wraps his arms around you. Your skin is cold in contrast to his warm hands and arms. "Anyways, it gives me more to hold to when I'm makin' love to you, baby," he says with a kiss on your cheek. You giggle finally, the happy noise filtering through the room. "You come here, and let me show you how much I love your body for you?" Price asks, looking at you through the mirror. You'll never be able to deny him.

Simon Riley Ghost

You never break, not in front of your teammates. Never show your true feelings until you are behind closed doors. This time, it had just been too much. In the field, you had been trying to get a family out of Hassan's territory. They had nothing to do with the bullshit going on. Your heart broke when the little girl walked out without her parents or siblings. You had picked her up in a fell swoop and taken her with you. You aren't sure how the hell she managed to escape the fire and collapsing house with nothing less than a mark on her face. She had held onto you for the entire ride back, and it wasn't until you got back to the hideout that you had to give her off to the medic.

Ghost had been watching you the entire time. Your sniffes didn't go unheard by him, so he watched longer. How you nearly ran off to bunks when you had to give the poor girl off to the medic. That's where he found you, in the bunk room, crying your heart out. The knock was not heard, and neither were his footsteps. "Athena," Your sniffles stopped, "yeah, how's the girl?" You ask, "That girl is fine, but how are you?" He asked. The worry was in his voice, and it was directed towards you. "I'm okay." You say, stuffing your emotions back in your chest. "You don't seem like it, love. You seem like you're falling apart." He countered. "I'm just, there's only so much I can do, but the weight is sometimes too much to bear. That girl has no family now. None at all because we… I wasn't able to get there in time." You say your hands on your head.

The silence is hard to tell, but then Ghost speaks. "Here's what you don't know: that girl is alive. Yes, she might not have parents, and she'll go into foster care, but she's alive. All because you grabbed her and pulled her from the fire. That counts for something, Athena." Ghost said as he sat down next to you. "you're allowed to break down; this is a physically and mentally-wearing job, so I'm offering you something. A shoulder to lean on. To cry on, to laugh on, to forget on. Whatever you need." "Thank you, Ghost." You say, "Call me Simon, now let's go check up on that kid, yeah?" He says, reaching out his gloved hand to take

John McTavish Soap

You had literally searched all over the internet about how to get rid of pregnancy stretch marks. The marks at the bottom of your belly where killing you to look at. Not the mention all the other shit you were now dealing with after your pregnancy. The milk pump sometimes worked, and other times it just didn't, which caused you significant discomfort, and then the massive fucking put-together pad you had to wear for the next two weeks. You just felt disgusting, so this added thing was just not needed.

The knock on the bathroom door made you shriek. "Shit, love, I didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to tell you that baby girl is down." Johnny says as he enters the bathroom. Your hair is wet, and you only wear a pair of panties and a sports bra. Staring at yourself in the mirror. "Love, where are you at right?" The concern is clear in his words. "You can't help but crumble at your husband's soft Scottish accent. "I'm not… my body…" "What about your body?" He asks, obviously worried about you. "I don't like it anymore." His brows furrow together. "What do you mean?" "I'm ugly now, and these fucking stretch marks, and let's not add the other shit on top of it." "Hang on a minute now, sweetness." He says, moving to look in the mirror with you but you look away.

"You grew a whole human being in your body for the last nine months. You grew a fuckin' life. You are the most wonderful thing that happened to me, along with baby girl. I know you're not liking your body right now, but I'm telling you right now, you're still just as beautiful as you were the day I met you as you are now." "But…" "But nothing. You are the mother to our daughter, and I won't have you thinking poorly of yourself." Johnny smiles as he takes your hands together and rubs your ring with his thumb. "Together?" He asks, "Together," You responded.

Köing

"Fuck Liebling, you might be the death of me," Köing says as he shifts on the bed, making room for you to lie down next to him. You were up, grabbing two glasses of water for the both of you. Padding around in a pair of Köings boxers from the drawers and his t-shirt. Nothing was more a beautiful site than you right now in front of him. "Here you go." You stand, handing the glass of water off to him. The afterglow of sex sticking to your body still. He takes it graciously from your hand and rests it on his side table before pulling back the covers and waiting for your return to the bed.

It's hours later; while he's rubbing random shapes into your thighs, he feels something. At first, it doesn't concern him, but then he realizes what they are. Straight-cut lines work themselves up your thigh. How he had never noticed before blew his mind and the thoughts of what the small lines meant. You aren't asleep. Instead, you are catching up on your most recently purchased book. Köing couldn't help himself. "what are these?" He asks. "What is love?" You request not understanding where this line of questioning is going. "These marks on your leg. I can feel them." He says, rubbing gently.

You aren't shy about it. You've had them for years. You ensured they weren't in a spot where someone like your parents could see them. So your thigh was the best place. You bookmark your book before setting it down and pulling the covers off your legs. Köing moves his hand, and you start to explain. "I had really, like, horrible depression when I was a teenager. My family didn't really believe in medication or anything like that, so I didn't know what else to do. Sounds shitty now that I say it out loud since it was so long ago. But that was self-harm because I had no other outlet." You tell Köing, who's eagerly listening to you. "And you haven't done it since?" His words hold concern. "Don't worry about me, baby; I've got my meds, therapist, and you. I'm all good now." You say, trying to push away the sad thoughts that are trailing through your boyfriend's head.

"Don't worry, Schatz, I'll fuck the depression right out of you the next time. No need to cut up this beautiful skin." Köing words make you laugh.

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 11/20/23

COD-

[captain-mj]

Og Soapghost?? Maybe with bottom og Ghost?

I was talking about a god x human au in my discord recently and this felt like the perfect time to use it!

Ghost couldn't feel much in his body anymore. It hurt. He knew that. But it was so distant.

A man forced him forward and he could feel spikes of feelings through his body that were vaguely like pain. Rivulets of blood and sweat went down his body.

They made him kneel. People were speaking, but he couldn't understand over the drugs pumping through his body. It was pounding through him.

Roba stood in front of him. Knife in hand. "May your soul suffer for eternity. You could've avoided this. If you just... listened. " He looked a little sad. "Such a fucking waste."

It was a relief. To die. A moment of nothingness that made all of it disappear. The ache in his body. All the pain. Gone.

Then it hit him. Pain in a way he'd never felt before. Vibrating through his body.

He laughed a little because somehow, still not as bad as his dad.

His body spiraled further down despite it not feeling like he really moved.

Ghost hit something soft and sank down into puddles of fabric. Where they touched his skin, everything was fine. No pain. Not even from his mortal wounds. It was all just okay.

Strangely, he found himself falling asleep. The dead shouldn't sleep, Ghost felt, but he fell into it all the same.

This had been an expected turn of events. Eventually, Ghost was sure that Roba would kill him and go to hell. It felt expected at least.

All of that led to him waking up in a bed though. A bed with such soft sheets Ghost wondered if they were made of pure silk or Egyptian cotton. They ran through his fingers like water.

His skin looked.... clean. After seven months of the only shower he got being from rainwater leaking into his cell, it was... confusing. To not just be clean, but be... pristine. Even his nails were cleaned up. No longer broken and chipped with blood encrusted into them.

The robe he was wrapped in was similar. Fancy and the perfect amount of coziness. Ghost's body was... pleasant to be in. The aching in his right shoulder from where his dad had yanked him too hard as a child, the harsh ripped feeling with his ribs, even the dull throbbing of his head from dehydration, all gone.

It was startling.

He took stock of his body first, seeing he very much still had wounds, he just couldn't feel them.

The room was plain. Carpeted with soft rugs though. It was a very pleasant temperature. All of the furniture inside had been nailed or screwed into the floor. The only thing in the room that Ghost could hypothetically pick up and use for a weapon was the robe he had on, his only clothing, or a lamp. The lamp itself was not where most of the light in the room was coming from. It wasn't... very clear actually where all the light was coming from. Even the shadows seemed unsure about it, with some moving severely one way and gently in others. Some objects had two or three shadows, none of which made sense.

Ghost had a weird sensation like he should have a headache but didn't.

A man came in. Ghost's height, but just a smidge shorter. Broad shouldered and striking blue eyes and a mohawk that looked oddly out of place.

Blood. It soaked him. His clothes and face and there were clots in his hair.

"Yer awake." The thickness of his accent and the strangeness of the situation meant Ghost needed a second to really understand him.

"Yes."

"Soap."

Ghost stared at him before he continued. "My name is Soap. You're name is Simon."

"Prefer Ghost." He responded quickly now and he said it seconds before he sent the useless lamp hurtling at Soap's head. It smashed into him and Ghost felt the impact like it had hit him. Pain lanced through him and although it was a familiar type of pain, it still made him choke out a noise from the shock of it.

Soap moved closer, unharmed. Smiling. "My dear Simon. While I find that very amusing, I recommend you don't try to hurt me, okay, mo chridhe?"

Ghost blinked at the man, head spinning even faster. He gingerly felt his face for any soreness, but there was nothing. Just...himself.

Soap was in front of him. He gently started to reach for him before stopping, bloody fingers about to dirty Ghost. Immediately, he pulled back. "You don't know me... personally. But you and I have a very long history together."

Ghost stared at him blankly.

"I apologize for my state. A sacrifice? To the concept of pain? Of suffering? Well, it doesn't happen as often as you might think. And there's a lot of things, gods, spirits, concepts that wanted you. But I could never, ever, let them have you." Soap spoke like his words were honeyed.

Ghost had been in hunting in Canada the first time a mountain lion had observed him. It had been the same feeling. Same fear.

"Now, I know you must be nervous. Scared. That's okay. You can be those things." Soap smiled. Dazzling. Beautiful. It hurt to look directly at it. "But please know and understand that I will never, ever hurt you again."

Again?

Ghost tried to string words together. He needed to ask a question, but what would be the right one?

Soap turned. "I'm going to go wash up. Stay here. Rest. You look tired."

Ghost had just woken up. He did not feel tired. He only felt the fabric against his skin. "Where am I?" Not a good enough question.

Soap smiled. "You are in... well. Heaven isn't quite right. Neither is hell. Human souls do not come here often. But you are safe. I'd level the world. Destroy anything that came into my path. Before I let another being lay their hands on you."

Ghost knew he was telling the truth. Instinctively and viciously. His body started to get colder and he wrapped himself in the blanket as he watched Soap walk away from him. There was the sound of water.

Ghost ran for the door. He tried to get it open. It wasn't locked. It just... wouldn't move. He yanked harder and used all of his strength, feeling it just barely creak. Like a cat, he clawed at the door, trying to get it to just fucking budge.

The water shut off and Ghost fled back to bed to pretend he had stayed in the same spot.

Soap was... handsome. He reminded Ghost of someone he knew from high school.

"How do we know each other?"

Soap didn't look happy. "I am a god."

"My mom was protestant and my dad was atheist and I really doubt the Christian God is Scottish."

Soap grinned dangerously. "Why? Think he's a Brit?"

"No. He'd be Jewish. Seeing as Jesus was Jewish. So. Let's say I believe you." "You should." "Which I don't, what are you the god of?"

"Pain. Anguish. Suffering. At the hands of a parent usually but not always."

"Oh."

"So you know me well. Unfortunately. You're not the person to go through the most pain. Shocking, I know. You're in the top ten. But... it was the past few years where you caught my interest."

Ghost stared at him. "Wasn't conveniently when I turned 18 and therefore it's legal was it?" It was a shit joke. One mostly done to throw Soap off. To try to get him to stop staring at him the way he did.

"Nah. You were actually 20 already. You put yourself through more pain and I was there again. I saw you again. And you had... filled out. Got taller. Older I should say. You were... gorgeous." Soap looked at him with literal hearts around him. They formed out of smoke.

Ghost didn't want to know what he considered his love language. If it was anything like what he was, Ghost imagined the next eternity living in agony with the promise of love hanging above his head.

"I see."

"Yes. I will admit that I'm wretched."

"You could've stopped it?"

"No. Not at all. You think I like letting children get hurt? Never. But I am the god of pain and anguish so I am there. I watch and I tip the scales and when I can, I bring karmic justice. But right now, I am wretched for not stopping you from being killed. But Simon, you must understand that I simply wanted to protect you. Now I can. Now I can bring you to my bed. Love you properly."

Ghost felt the floor fall from beneath him. His panic must've been clear on his face.

"Not right now." Soap said it so loudly it made Ghost flinch. He quickly dropped the volume. "For now, it is more than enough to know you are... safe. Unable to feel pain. Within my reach, though not in my grasp yet." He reached forward, fingers gently touching Ghost's cheek. It sent such a visceral feeling through Ghost. His nerves reacted. The touch drowning everything out.

It lingered far longer than it should.

"You're tired, aren't you?"

Ghost gasped, trying to find air for his lungs. "Wait."

"Just rest. Your body is so damaged. It's going to take so much time to stitch you together, but I promise I will do it with all the love and care needed." Soap took consciousness away from Ghost. Gently, careful to let him drift into it. Like threads.

Ghost woke up with most of his wounds healed or healing. They did not all heal cleanly, leaving scars, but they were done. Not even tender.

Soap slept next to him, slowly breathing in and out.

Ghost tried to escape again, scrambling at the door. He so desperately wanted to get out of there. To get confirmation this was fake.

"The door only opens for Gods." Soap mumbled from where he was in the blankets. "Come back to bed, Simon."

"Don't call me that. Whatever bullshit you're using to make this door act like this is probably some stupid trick. Something heavy on the other side."

Soap got up and walked over. "You think you're about as strong as I am right?"

"Probably."

Soap opened the door with ease. There was nothing on the other side but hallways. And a few cats. "Easy, peasy. You're human. My human. So it won't open for you."

Ghost watched Soap close the door. No latching, no locks. He tried to open it and it wouldn't budge. He kept asking for Soap to open it again, trying to find the trick to it. Soap was infinitely patient.

Soap put his hand on the knob. "Turn it."

Ghost turned and opened the door. Easily. He tried again with just his hand. Nothing. The knob was too old to have any fingerprint technology or some other tech thing.

Ghost looked at Soap who just shrugged. "Told you. If you want to go outside, we can go."

"Yes. I'd... like that."

Soap nodded. "You shouldn't go out in just a robe. Let me get you clothing."

Ghost nodded and watched Soap go to a door that hadn't been there before. He got clothing out and got on his knees, helping Ghost who followed the silent orders automatically.

Soap offered his arm.

"No." Ghost was not going to hang off him like arm candy. "I'll walk next to you."

Soap frowned. "Simon."

"No."

"It's to keep you safe. How about we hold hands?"

"No. Don't touch me."

Soap sighed. "I can't say no to you. Just stay close. If someone takes you away, they might hurt you."

Ghost did stay close to Soap. Mostly because Soap stayed really close. Things did watch Ghost. Things that clearly were not human. Not animals.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

Soap led him to a kitchen. The doors didn't make sense. Ghost felt the world start to crumble around him.

Oh fucking hell.

This was real.

Soap got him food. It was leaves with something red over it, most likely salad dressing. He added some meat to the side and gently led Ghost back up. Ghost grabbed his arm and followed him.

Soap sat on the bed and watched him eat.

Ghost enjoyed the food. It tasted good. Mostly, he was trying to pretend this wasn't happening.

Soap motioned for Ghost to shower once he was done. His clothes mysteriously disappeared besides the robe. He laid on the bed again, sinking about into the softness. Music started to play. Beautiful music.

Ghost felt Soap laying next to him. Both staring at the ceiling.

"You like the stars, right?"

Ghost nodded. "I do."

Soap flicked his hands and the ceiling started to swirl until they were exactly like his stars from home.

Ghost started to breath harder. This was insane. All of it. But god, it was so nice to not feel pain.

Soap turned to him. "Simon. You're feeling something I don't understand."

"I don't want you to hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're capable. More than capable. What could I do to defend myself?"

"Simply tell me to leave. I adore you. I'll do anything you want. Anything to make you feel comfortable."

Ghost was silent for a while. They laid there a long time. He wasn't sure how long. Must've been hours. Just watching the stars. It was horribly pessimistic. Evil almost. But he knew if he didn't give Soap what he wanted, he'd take it eventually.

"Take what you want."

Soap looked at him, strangely passive. "Alright." He got on top of him, cradling his face. "I love you, Simon Riley."

Ghost looked away and let Soap pull the robe away. Let him trail his fingertips over him. He kept waiting for the pain. For roughness. Instead, Soap carefully prepped him. He pushed in one of his fingers, coated in something slick that felt warm. His mouth stayed busy on Ghost's stomach. With a gentleness that felt so foreign from the literal god of pain, he sweetly opened Ghost up for another finger.

The stretch felt... divine. It got a tiny groan out of Ghost that Soap quickly kissed him to swallow down. "I love you. I'll prove it. I have all of eternity to show you pleasure. To make up for all of the pain you've felt."

Ghost gasped as he felt him go deeper. Pleasure sparked up his spine as he was prepped. It was overwhelming and amazing and it felt so damn good. All too soon, he was pulling out those magic fingers and leaving Ghost empty and wanting more.

Soap hiked Ghost's legs up. "You might feel a bit of pain. I'm sure you're familiar with this."

Ghost bit his lip and nodded. "Be as rough as you want. I'm sure my pain is good for you."

Soap grabbed his hips and slid into him. Slow and steady. "Simon. Simon. Come now. Do I need to come out and just say I want to spoil you?"

There was no time to adjust before he carefully rolled his hips, making Ghost arch from pleasure. It spun and ran through him, too intense to be natural.

Soap held him close and kept going. Loving. The word loving came to mind. It was so focused on Ghost in a way he wasn't used to. There was this dizzying lack of anything but pleasure. He dug his nails into his skin to ground himself but Soap pinned him by his wrists. The change of angle meant Soap just brushed his prostate in just the right way and Ghost slowly felt something in him start to crack.

So good.

So good...

"I'd never hurt you. I only want you to feel pleasure. I'd keep you like this for all eternity if I thought you'd be happy. I'd dedicate my existence to pleasuring you. Whatever you'd ask of me. My mouth, my body, my hands. I've spent so much time learning what I can. What makes men feel good. what would make you feel good. I know every nerve of your body. Ever reaction of the flesh."

Soap twisted his hips and Ghost cried out, the stars in his eyes mixing with the stars from the ceiling. His legs shook where they wrapped around Soap.

"Faster..."

Soap grinned. "There you go. You'll learn to love me. I promise. But until then, whatever you want, you get. I'll spoil you. Ruin you. No one else will be able to compete." He did go faster. It was perfect.

Ghost felt his thoughts disappearing and being replaced with just...

Soap kissed him and stayed at the right pace until Ghost had to turn his head to catch his breath. He reached down to finish himself but Soap pushed it away. "No. Just this. I know you can. Until then, just keep enjoying the feeling okay? You don't do anything but feel."

Ghost whined, feeling the pressure in his lower gut. He needed to finish, but he understood Soap's point in that he didn't want it to end. Maybe he could be happy doing this forever. Just taking and taking and...

Ghost couldn't think anymore. His body just wouldn't let him, taking over his thoughts.

"Soap. Soap. Soap. Soap." Simon mumbled before throwing his head back, coming all over both of them. The moment overstimulation started, Soap stopped, pulling out. He pushed his hair back before going to tuck himself back into his pants. "Not going to finish?"

"Don't see a reason to as long as you did."

"No. Finish."

Soap paused and stared at him before slowly wrapping his hand around his cock. He started to stroke himself but kept eye contact with Ghost. He came all over Ghost's chest.

"Good.' Ghost muttered, relaxing. "I need another shower."

[lunarw0rks]

fwb!soap where he lies about seeing other people. he hasn’t seen a soul since you two started fucking. he doesn’t blame you for seeing other people, but can’t help the twinge of jealousy when he’s with his friends at a bar and you leave with someone. the comforting hands on his shoulders turn to congratulating pats as he tells them “we’re just fuck buddies” but he fails to mention just how whipped he is for you. he knows you must feel something for the way those nights with others never last long and you’re calling to ask him to pick you up. or the way your time spent together is now slow and sensual, like it’s more than just getting off.

imagine 9 times out of 10 you end up calling fwb!soap to finish you off properly !! because whatever dickhead you were hooking up with didn't even bother...

of course, he does, every time.

but it's more to him than that. within a month of friends-with-benefits, soap felt more. the tinge of worry whenever you weren't in his sights, or when you leave with someone else.

he didn't just want sexting; he wanted texting. conversation, humor, and his stupid, corny small talk.

it was quickies like it had always been. fast. rough. loveless.

until it wasn't. meets became sensual. emotional. benevolent.

fwb!soap thrusted into you slowly and deeply, hitting intoxicating spots the hopeless hookup could only dream of. his fingers brushed along your forehead, moving sticky strands of hair out of the way to see your eyes. he sighed heavily; lips parted as he felt you clench around him — the same way you did every time.

but you had never looked at him this way. your eyes glossy and emotive, pupils blown.

you were relishing in the pleasure, but there was something more.

the same more that he developed months ago.

blinded by an approaching climax, he silenced his questions by kissing you. gripping your jaw tenderly, absorbing your air and your moans simultaneously. tonight was the night he would say something. he had to. soap has never been able to keep secrets, especially concerning what's in his heart.

the fluttering heart, hammering against his ribcage when he fucks you. the same as when he hears your name. when his phone buzzes and it's your number. when he looks at you. that's all it takes.

if spilling the truth is the means to an end for you two, there's no chance he's spoiling your last time together. fwb!soap makes you cum like it's the last time — because it very well could be.

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you slipped your shirt back over your head, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "...'s everything alright?" johnny spoke behind you, using his fingers to comb through the disheveled hairs on his mohawk. it wasn't, and you didn't know how or why. this time was different. tingles of arousal turned into insects buzzing in your stomach — flesh feeling warm wherever he touched.

"yeah, of course," you replied, rolling your undergarments up your thighs, then your bottoms. when you stepped in front of the hanging mirror, his look of concern lingered over your shoulder.

it wasn't a lie. the feelings weren't negative or disastrous in nature. but the relationship was. friends with benefits, fuckbuddies, "no strings attached" — that was doomed from the start.

it couldn't be right, it couldn't work. you were too blinded by lust to see clearly. like you were looking through love-sick glasses, unable to see the truth. he was fucking you, of course that's he looked at you with compassion... right?

when you turned, he had stepped closer before you noticed. his hand reached out to brush against your arm, but fell short in hesitance.

"no doubt, love. but you were..." his voice lowered, gazing at you the same way he did on the mattress. but you couldn't see it. "is it us? me? the bloke at the bar?" soap blurted but didn't raise his voice a hair.

"it's nothing." you tucked your bag under your arm, palming to make sure your phone was in your pocket. it wasn't time if it ever would be. from where you were standing, whatever the hell happened in that bed changed things. and not in a positive sense.

he was too determined, too confident to not speak up. if he felt the same, he would.

and soap, the long-awaited confession had been cut short by the bedroom door shutting. your footsteps hammering down the stairs. the front door shuts, too.

was this all on him, for not refusing to pick you up? if the whole time he fucked you, he was picturing a life with you?

it's nothing, the line his brain kept replaying.

bullshit.

[daisies-daydreams]

141 Catching F!Reader Pleasuring Herself

Pairing: 141 x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Female Masturbation, Sex Toys, Clit Play, Slight P in V

A/N: Requested by @notthatfanfictionwriter. See this post for the reader's reaction to catching the 141 pleasuring themselves. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Your nostrils flared as you bounced yourself on the dildo suctioned to the bathroom floor. Your fingers were working sloppy circles around your swollen button as you thought about your husband, who was currently deployed. You thought about how his veiny shaft would stroke your walls so much better than any dildo.

“Simon,” you keened as the tip of the sex toy grazed across your g-spot. You cried out in frustration as you raised and lowered your hips desperately, chasing after a high that just wasn’t coming to you. You imagined him taking you raw, and that’s when the cord inside of you finally snapped.

You moaned out his name as your cunt clenched around the shaft of the dildo, your cream creating a ring around your stretched hole. You panted as your body was wracked with waves of pure bliss.

“Enjoyin’ yourself, hun?” Simon’s voice rumbled.

“Jesus!” you screamed as your eyes snapped open. Your husband stood in the threshold of the bathroom: arms crossed and blown pupils staring at your naked bottom half. You couldn’t even get any words out as he stepped over to you, his bulky arms lifting you off of the drenched sex toy. He carried you over to the bed and pulled out his cock, sheathing it inside your wet walls with one thrust.

“I’ll make sure you never want to use that thing again,” he husked.

John “Soap” MacTavish

You rested your forehead against the tiled wall of the shower. Warm water poured down your back as you stuffed your fingers inside your aching cunt. Your boyfriend, Johnny, had to leave for a family emergency right when the two of you were in a heated make-out session. You couldn’t blame him, though you still had the burning ache between your thighs that became too much for you to contain.

“Oh, Johnny-fuck,” you keened as you curled your fingers against the front wall of your pussy. You panted and moaned as your other hand feverishly rubbed against your bundle of nerves. You could feel your fingers starting to wrinkle from how long they’ve been shoved inside your plush walls. You were so wrapped up in your pleasure that you didn’t notice Johnny slipping behind you. You squeaked and froze when a pair of large hands gripped your waist. A familiar chuckle cascaded throughout the shower walls as a set of lips fell across your shoulder.

“Why’d you stop, bonnie? Was enjoyin’ the show you were putin’ on,” Johnny rasped into your ear. You gasped when the tip of his cock prodded against your pussy lips.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll get to that real soon…after you finish yourself off,” he groaned before raking his teeth over your wet skin.

John Price

You sighed and rolled over in your bed. Your husband, John, was snoring loudly next to you. He hasn’t slept well in a few days, so you understood why he clocked out right when nine o’clock hit. What you couldn’t help was the burning ache between your legs. You bit your lip as you peeked behind your shoulder. John’s eyes were closed, his breathing steady. You felt like a teenager for doing this, but you eventually exhaled as you let your hand fall past your pants and panties.

You stifled a whine as you circled your clit, eventually slipping one of your fingers into your hole. You winced when a wet squelch rippled through the room, clasping your other hand over your mouth as you thrusted and curled your digit inside. You gasped when a pair of burly arms wrapped around you and turned you around. You avoided John’s gaze as he pulled you onto his chest.

“If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just woken me up,” he said bluntly with his usual gruff voice. You nodded before burying your face into his shoulder.

“I-I know. I just didn’t want to wake you since you haven’t been sleeping well,” you confessed. John sighed and patted your back.

“Thank you, love. But I’m afraid you’re going to have to help me out now,” he stated. Your brows furrowed in confusion before you felt something hard poke at your inner thigh.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You keened as you slid the vibrator along your wet slit. It’s small shockwaves send bolts of pleasure straight into your core.

“Ky,” you moaned your boyfriend’s name as you spread your legs wide across the bed. You ran a hand through your hair as you twirled the tip around your clit, rubbing it tenderly. Kyle had to run down to the police station for a little bit. A little bit turned out to be an hour and, since you were overwhelmed with boredom, you decided to pull out a toy he loved to use on you.

Your thighs trembled as you arched your back, the tip of the toy shallowly breaching your walls. Your hand gripped your hair as you bucked against the vibrator. You whined as you plunged the toy into your wet heat. Feeling it from the inside was an indescribable experience, your mind turning to mush as you were pushed closer to the edge.

“Shit, baby-’m gonna cum,” you groaned.

“Looks like it,” you heard Ky’s voice retort. You gasped and nearly threw the toy across the room. You met Kyle’s dark gaze as vibrations were shaking your walls. You bit your lip as he crawled onto the bed, his hand gripping the toy now as he gave you a sloppy kiss.

“One thing’s for sure, sweetheart-the only way you’ll be cumming tonight is around my cock,” Kyle murmured.

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[theredharpy]

Hypnosis: Part 1

What happens when a mission ends badly, König who Price had partnered with Y/N a year ago takes it upon himself to start showing his true intentions after Soap makes a couple of jokes.

F!reader x König, Fluff, Comfort, Friends to?, 18+( coming up ), showoff König ( he becomes cocky af )

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The mission had gone sour, they'd been lead a stray by the enemy, it was a setup.

of bloody course it was.

Ghost's words retorted in her mind as she sat on the window seat of the helicopter as they where carried back to base, watching the warm deep orange rays of the sunset lowering over the mountains.

Y/N purposely turned her face away from the rest of the team as she continued to chew on the side of her lip, she had been the only one who managed to sustain an injury during the mission, walking directly into a wire trap and cutting a huge gash into her cheek.

Though there was a pair of eyes gazing at her, it was the person Price had partnered her with, König.

Despite his reclusive nature and being known for his little to no words and nervous tendencies, ever since they met he was the one that approached her, maybe it was because he picked up on her own nervousness about the upcoming mission when they were first informed.

She was also fairly new to 141, she was used to working alone, but she truly felt the responsibilities that Ghost placed on her shoulders due to her abilities in the field, but that was over a year ago.

Everyone was talking amongst themselves further inside the giant helicopter as Y/N kept to themselves, muted, processing everything that had happened on the mission, she was annoyed at herself for managing to get hurt, let alone the information Ghost had managed to obtain, it was her old squadron that had been bought out by a mercenary group, she saw the look in Ghost's eyes when he looked back at her.

It was distrust.

König leaned against one of the back seats of the helicopter, his eyes still remained fixed on Y/N the entire time as she looked out the window.

He hated this feeling, like he had somehow let her down when Ghost started spluttering out heated questions about her previous squad, but he couldn't say or do anything that would have eased the situation.

He felt an overwhelming need to reach out to her, the silence was making his stomach twist.

A sigh left his breath, moving himself to one of the seats nearest to her, then slowly he leaned down and tapped her on the shoulder. “Y/N..look I know you’re probably feeling a lot right now." He paused for a moment trying to find the correct words. "I want you to know that you did a good job out there.” He said with a slightly raised tone trying to drown out the sound of the helicopter, he was trying to gauge her reaction before he continued to speak.

Y/N turned to look up towards König, the cut on her cheek was still slightly bleeding from how deep it had gone into her skin, the warm dry air causing the rest of the blood to stain her face.

"I fucked up." She said bluntly, feeling the sting of disappointment well in her eyes as she once more turned away trying to not show him her emotion.

The words hit König like a ton of bricks, he sensed her emotions even though he could tell she was attempting to hide it from him, from the rest of the team. "Nein, hast du nicht.."

No, you didn't.

He mumbled from under his breath as his eyes studied her form, he knew none of this was her fault, it was just Ghost lashing out in the heat of the moment.

"We will get to the bottom of this." König patted his hand on her shoulder trying to show her some sort of support, to take her out of her negative thoughts, he looked down at her through the two slits of his mask.

"That's alot of research we need to put in first.." She said in an annoyed tone.

"We can cross that bridge when we get to it." He responded in a more serious tone, his hand gently gripped her shoulder. "Until then, how about you have a little faith in me, hm?"

Y/N's her head fell back onto his leg in defeat, she remained silent struggling to form any words and she attempted to contain her frustrations, feeling lost and seething anger as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"We'll get through this." König calmly reminded her, trying to soothe the storm if thoughts that where currently flooding Y/N's mind, whilst also trying to remain calm himself feeling the warmth from her back against his leg, obviously on missions they'd be close to one another but not like this, he looked away from her for a second to clear his throat and steady his nervousness.

"Just know I have your back, I know you're strong, we just need to keep our heads up and our thoughts clear ja? We have to be able to work out how to get out of this situation in one piece."

His words gave her some sense of stability, she couldn't help but look up towards him, noticing how he was towering over her, his eyes staring directly back into hers.

"I do believe you and I trust you.. obviously" She said with some attitude in her tone almost as if she was reminding herself, she paused for a moment forcing her brain to return to reality.

"I just know the questions I'm going to get once we are back at base." She said as a warning, nudging his leg with her arm in the direction of where Ghost was watching the two like a hawk, she'd caught him staring a while back but chose not to pay attention to the Lieutenant.

König lifted his head, he could sense that Ghost was probably thinking of a hundred different things to say, how he was watching closely and judging how the two of them were interacting. "I'll keep that in mind." he said his voice quickly changing becoming emotionless for that mere sentence, his mind racing with the possibility of anything and everything that could happen in the coming days, feeling the helicopter starting to descend.

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Ghost simply glared towards the both of them opting to stay silent for now, standing up from his seat and opening the exit door with a single pull of his arm, watching as the helicopter finally landed, the rest of the team chimed with relief of finally being back all following him out.

Y/N mumbled something incoherent to themselves as she stood up onto her feet, her hand gently pressed against her cheek. "Ah fuck, still got to sort this mess out." She rolled her eyes feeling blood stick to her fingers.

König scoffed at her words in response making his way out of the helicopter, Y/N following behind him as they towards the large hangar where he assumed medics would be waiting at the entrance in case anyone was injured upon arrival, he calmly talked to one of the men who handed him a first aid kit, assuring them he was suitable enough to tend to the injury himself.

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You better get your seatbelts on for part two.

[b0g-b0y]

NSFW part2 Soap x male reader will be a part3 to long to fit in one post

Warnings

Lots of biting, rough handling, mating press, and  squirting.

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The breaking point. You hit your breaking point on the second week on day 3. You would think when sparring Soap wouldn’t be as talkative, and you definitely didn’t expect him to sweat so much and grunt. By the third round of sparring on another you couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you ever stop talking god damn it isn’t that fucking hard” you spoke with venom. As you dogged one of Soaps hit. “ Aye I do but do you ever stop running away” Soap spoke as he was able to grab ahold of your wrist and pulling them behind your back. “ I hate you, I despise everything about you I hate”. As you continued to talk to the bigger man you went rag doll on him. He struggled to keep hold onto you and fell down on top of y/ns smaller frame. Soap leaned down to speak into your ear we’ll still having you pinned. “ Do you hate me? Or do you just like running away with Gaz. Maybe you like running away with him maybe you like Gaz being so territorial over you”. Soaps' breath was hot and his accent thick. You could feel all of Soap on you, especially his chest on your back. It left y/n a little speechless. “ I don’t run off with Gaz to have alone time he’s like a brother ass hat. If anything if that were to happen Gaz would be the one all marked up.” You spoke. “Haud yer wheesht a small thing like you? I don’t think so” Soap responded. Well talking your anger went away having the big Scott on you like a weighted blanket was comforting.” I’m not some bottom Soap. Especially with men, women on the other hand is 50/50.” Y/n was having a normal ish conversation with Soap each one of you were talking normally.” You get around then it seems I still don’t see you as a top more like a bratty bottom” Soap said. Soap shifted his body to get more comfortable. He let go of your wrist’s and he shifted his hips. You could feel his bulge with his movement. You couldn’t help but push your hips back into his, causing him to grunt. “ So you and Gaz know each other for a long time. You two ever fool around?” You couldn’t tell we’re Soap was going with this.” Maybe back in high school we did. I left him a mess. I went to hard on Kyle after that we would just watch porn and maybe do some mutual masturbation. We haven’t done that stuff since high school. How about you and Ghost?” Y/n finish. At this point you two were grinding your hips together. “Mmm me and Ghost are just friends, we’ll sometimes hit each other with wet towels but that’s all in good fun”Soap trusted his hips into you a little too hard, your smaller form was pushed forward. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan. “ You sure you would never bottom for a man”Soap spoke again. You were able to turn your body around to face him with full force. You flipped him on his back so he was under you. “ I might but not willingly”. And that’s all you needed to say Soaps hands landed on your hips and gave y/n a small smirk. “You still hate everything about me” Soap spoke softly. “ Depends if you can keep quiet Mactavish” you replied. You were quick to remove your shirt and so was Soap, it didn’t take long for you to go to his neck and start biting hard and one of your hands moved to his chest that softly grabbed at his titty. The mix of rough and soft touches made Soap give out hard breathily moans. You continue to bite and suck all over his neck you only take a break to lean away to look him in his eyes before diving right back in but the prey being his adams apple that you bite lightly. “Oh shit” Soap barely got out as his whole body shakes. Soap was able to sit up and he bit hard into your shoulder it caused you to let out a loud moan Soap took that as an opportunity to gain some control he thrusted his hips against yours and pushed your hips down so you could feel his hard cock through his shorts.” Wouldn’t you like me to fill you up and treat you well y/n” Soap said. “No Soap I think you’re the one that wants to be filled up” you growled into his ear.

[anonymouse1312437]

Scream VII: The Aftermath

◇EXPLICIT E IS NOT FOR EVERYONE! ◇ 

18+ Only 

Minors DNI! 

This contains some backstory and ends with smut. If you came here purely for the smut scroll towards the bottom. J  

Word Count: 3,186 

Title: 

SCREAM VII: THE EXTRAS: The Aftermath 

After my roommate left my room, I just pushed myself further into him. I just need to feel him wrapped around me a little longer before I get up. I started to get the sensation of needing to go pee, so I forced myself to move his arm carefully off me and slowly got off the bed. I made my way over to my bathroom that was by my closet and opened the door as quietly as I could. I managed to get inside of the bathroom and close the door behind me without making too much noise and walked to the toilet. I sat down and went pee and wiped myself and it felt thick. I forgot that he came inside of me last night, so the discharge was normal. I smiled at the memory even though wiping was a bit hard since I was a tad sore. I got up and flushed the toilet and made my way to the vanity. My hair was tossed a bit from the night of sex, and I just smiled at myself as I peered down and put soap on my hands and washed them.  

Last night was a good night for me after all. Even though I didn’t get to be there when they finished the movie up, I was excited I was in it at all. I grabbed my brush from the first drawer in my vanity and ran it through my hair to fix the mess it was in and smiled when I managed to get my brush through it without feeling like I was going to cry because of the tangles in it. I put it back in the drawer and opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth quickly and put it away. I made my way back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom as quietly as I could and got back into bed next to him and put his arm back around me and scooted my butt back to his waistline, so he was now hard and against me. His hand made his way back to my left breast and squeezed it hard and thrusted against me again. His cock managed to slide between my legs when he made the motion and he moaned against the back of my head.  

“Fuck that feels good Y/N.” He moaned a bit closer to my ear and started to lightly snore again. Fuck he is still asleep. I felt myself getting wet between my legs and I just wanted to grind against him. What is it going to hurt if I do? I grinded a bit against him and I managed to get his cock between my pussy lips as I grinded against him a couple of times. Now I was moaning at what I was doing to myself.  

“Fuck. Goodmorning to you too.” He said putting his mouth directly next to my ear and then nibbled at it.  

“Goodmorning to you too.” I said to him moving my head towards his direction to try and face him.  

“No, don’t move. I like this position we are in right now.” He said against my ear. Fuck me. The vibrations of his voice are sending a wave of pleasure through me right now.  

“Have you been gliding against my cock?” He says with a smile. “I think you have. Why else would my cock be so wet right now?” He says now kissing behind my ear and down to my neck. He bucked his hips a little forward letting the tip of his penis rub against my swollen clit.  

“Tell me.” He mumbled against my neck. “Have you? Is that why I am so hard right now?” He said again lightly biting my shoulder. I moaned and put my head against him.  

“Yes, but you started it.” I said trying to my move hips a little so his cock would put a little more pressure against my clit.  

“What do you need right now?” He asked.  

“I need you.” I said as he bucked his hips again and then pulled himself out from between my legs and pussy lips. Fuck. No. Please. He grabbed my left leg by my thigh and lifted it up.  

“Hold it there and don’t let it fall yet.” He said. What is he doing? I felt something brush between the folds of my pussy and some pressure being added. Oh fuck. My head fell back against him as he started to stretch me again with his cock. Just the tip was inside, and I felt like the room was spinning. I was a horny mess and him teasing me was painful. I want so much more. He thrusted his hips into me burying his cock deep inside and he grabbed my left thigh again and pulled it to rest on his left leg while his left hand started to massage my clit. He was spot on rubbing the right places. I just need a little more. It’s like he heard what I was thinking. His right arm that was between my head and shoulder moved and I felt his hand on my throat. His large hand wrapped around and fit like a glove on my throat. He started to squeeze my throat and started to pull his cock out of me.  

“Fuck you are just so wet. You feel so good.” He said and started to moan as he thrusted into my pussy again.  

“I can’t get enough of your tight pussy.” He said. It’s only the second time we are fucking but, hell I don’t care. I can and will give him all the pussy he wants from me. I don’t care. This doesn’t have to mean anything. Not yet at least. Just the best sex of my life.  

“Fuck don’t do that. Don’t get quiet on me pretty girl.” He said as he let some of his grip on my neck loosen. Fuck me. Please keep calling me that.  

“Be a good girl and get loud for me.” He said. He started to moan again as his thrust began to get sloppier. He started to go slower and that pulled a moan out of me.  

“Please don’t stop. It’s too good.” I moaned out. I was whining. I wanted every drop of him I could get. He pulled out of me and I just wanted to cry. It was so good.  

“Can I do something?” He asks panting a little.  

“Yes.” It’s all I could say. I just wanted him back inside of me.  

“Do you have a vibrator?” He asked sheepishly. I nodded and pointed to my end table. He walked over to it and opened the drawer. He pulled out my cordless mini magic wand and handed it to me.  

“Come here and bend over the bed.” He said, motioning me to move in front of him. Fuck me, doggy but bent over the bed so my belly was on the mattress. I moved in front of him and bent over how he wanted me. He positioned my right hand that had the mini magic wand to hold it against my clit.  

“Keep it there as best as you can. Don’t let it go.” Fuck what’s he going to do? Oh god. He got on his knees behind me and immediately started to lick my pussy. He buried his tongue deep inside of my opening and then pulled it out and swiped it against my ass. I moaned at the new feeling of his tongue against my ass. Oh god what is he doing? I haven’t done that before. He buried his face between my cheeks as he spread them apart and continued to lick my asshole. It was a weird but pleasurable feeling. I didn’t hate the feeling matter of fact it was turning me on more than I already was. I felt myself get wetter and when he pulled away from me he stood up. He aligned his cock with my vagina and thrusted himself in. He thrusted into me and dragged his hip back a little bit and when he slammed his hips back into me I felt a bit of pressure on my ass. I felt his thumb enter my asshole and it hurt a little bit. I hissed at the new feeling of his thumb in my ass but he dragged his cock back out of me and thrusted back into me with more pressure. He slammed into me and buried his thumb completely in my ass and continued to repeat the same action.   “Oh fuck. I haven’t done anything there.” I said. I was moaning at the sensation it was bringing me but, I didn’t know if I was quite ready for that.  

“So fucking tight no matter what hole it is.” He said as he pulled his thumb out of me and with the sensation of it leaving me I moaned. I missed the feeling of being full there.  

“Can I?” He asked.  

“Yes please.” I moaned out a response. I just shocked myself. I never thought I was going to want to do that. Fuck it. This is the only person that could ask me to do it and I would do it.  

I felt him pull himself out of my pussy and my pussy clenched missing what was keeping it open. I felt so empty until I felt some pressure on my asshole. Fuck.  

“Oh god.” I moaned out and bit my lip and put my head down. It hurts. I felt more pressure as the tip of his penis entered me.   “Fuck your so damn tight.” He moaned and my body responding to his moan by relaxing more but my pussy got wetter than it was before.  

“Fuck.” It’s all I could say as he pushed himself as far as he could into me and his balls rested against my pussy. He stopped buried completely inside of me and moaned out tightening his grip on my hips.  

“Fuck me. So fucking nice and tight around me.” He said. I felt is right hand loosen up on me. I felt it start to massage my ass as he started to pull his hips back and pulling his cock out. He pulled almost completely out of me just leaving the tip inside and then slowly rocking his hips back into my ass and filling me up again. My head is spinning. The sensation was too much. It was so much pressure.  

“God I could just cum right now.” He said before pulling his hips back and then slamming back into me with a newfound pace. He started to move faster, and he got rougher with every thrust. Oh my god it felt so good. I could cum just from him fucking my ass. He pulled himself out and then grabbed both of my ass cheeks and spread them far apart.  

“Such a beautiful gape. Oh fuck.” He moaned out and grabbed my waist and pulled me up so my back was now against him. He pulled me around to face them and then pushed me back on the bed. He pulled my legs up one at a time and rested them against his shoulders and pushed them back against me as far as my body could let him. He realigned himself with my asshole and thrusted back into me. His face now watching as mine contorted at the feeling. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from getting loud.  

“Let me hear you.” He moaned out the words. I let my bottom lip go and let myself get loud. I know my roommate is here, but I don’t give a fuck. He continued to rough with his thrust, and I felt some pressure build up inside of me. Oh my god. He pulled himself out and then slammed back into me this time my pussy and not my ass. Oh fuck. I slammed my head back against the pillow closing my eyes hard. He angled his hips to slam against my g-spot and grabbed onto the vibrator with one of his hands. He set it on my clit and slammed back into me. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, but the sloshing sound came back.  

“Fuck yeah. Cum for me. Squirt all over my cock.” He said and let my legs fall off his shoulders and moved the vibrator off my clit and closed the gap between my lips and his. He started to kiss me as every thrust got sloppier and I let go. My pussy clenching around his cock draining every drop of cum from him as he drained all the squirt out of me. I grabbed onto his hips and held onto him, so he didn’t pull out right away as I grinded against him. My clit was so sensitive right now. I just wanted some friction. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled, resting his forehead against mine. It felt so good.  

“That felt so good. Thank you.” I said. He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss and then pulled himself off me and then pulled his cock out of me. I felt so empty without him inside of me. 

“It really did.” He said and smiled. He rolled onto his side and looked at me.  

“What did you have going on today?” He asked me.  

“Honestly, I have nothing going on today. I was going to go out and try to find a job but, now I am going to have to wait a couple of days to make sure I can walk without falling on my wobbly ass legs.” I said laughing which made him laugh.  

“Oh, stop, you are going to be just fine.” He said with a laugh.  

“I know I will be I just have never done that last part before. That was new to me and even though it felt amazing like you wouldn’t believe it is going to take some getting used to. It’s an odd feeling. A good one but, a weird one.” I said looking up at him smiling.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up and maybe I can steal you away for a little while yeah? That is unless you are sick of me.” He said with a smile.  

“I don’t think I could ever be sick of you. Let me go take a quick shower.” I said.  

“Can I join you?” He said. Oh boy if he thinks I can do anymore I am going to have to tap out. I am sore. I am so fucking sore. 

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind wearing a girly robe around so I can wash your clothes so at least the morning after walk isn’t too bad.” I said.  

“That’s fine. I have worn worse.” He laughed a little bit.  

“Okay, my bathroom is right there next to the closet and I am going to grab your clothes and go start a load. I will be in there in just a moment.” I said and watched him walk away from me and into the bathroom watching his but dimple a little bit as he walked. I got up from the bed and grabbed my robe and put it on really quick and grabbed his clothes and walked out of my room and into the laundry room. I put his clothes in the washing machine on the gentle cycle and put some laundry soap in as I felt someone tap on my shoulder.  

“Oh my god! Tell me all about it? I mean whenever you have a moment? I heard everything not to be creepy or anything but, it sounded so fucking hot. Wait is he still here? Also is that who I think it was? Oh, I want every deta-” We both heard someone clearing their throat and we looked over to Matthew who was standing in the doorway holding a picture in front of his penis.  

“I didn’t know anyone was here. I am sorry.” He said.  

“Oh, don’t mind me I just came back to grab my lunch for work. I forgot it last night because I was running late. I am going to grab that and head out. Try not to break my best friend.” My roommate laughed and hurried off to the kitchen. Matthew quickly walked backwards into my room and closed the door to where there was just a crack left in it.  

I quickly pushed start on the washing machine and walked back into my room flipping my roommate off blushing and closed the door behind me and dropping my robe to the floor. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower with him. I walked into my bathroom and tried to reach for the light switch but, noticed the few candles I had in there were lit up and the shower was on and already steaming up. This was cute. Not what I expected but cute. I felt his hand wrap around my arm and pull me into the shower with him and he turned me around so my back was facing him and the water was hitting it. He lightly rubbed my shoulders and moved my hair to one side of my head and gently planted kisses on my shoulder.  

“I had an amazing time last night. I had an even more amazing start to my morning. Thank you for that.” He said as he let his hands fall and massage my back a little. This was so sweet. He turned me around to face him and pulled me against his body and gave me a hug. I felt his left hand trace up my arm lightly and he pushed my head up by my chin to look at him lightly and kissed me one more time before he pulled away and let me shower. I didn’t want that very sweet moment to end but it did, and he got washed up as well. By the time we both stepped out of the shower and used the towels hanging up I didn’t know what to say. The quiet didn’t feel awkward with him. I went to my closet and found some shorts and a T-shirt to wear, and I put them on quickly and saw he sat himself on my bed wearing my robe. He held his arms out to me, and I joined him on the bed, and he pulled me to his side, and we stayed like that for a while until I fell asleep against him. Breathing in his smell and hearing his slow steady breathing. It was going to be a good day today.  

~Sorry, this is a bit shorter than my other one’s but, I wanted to give everyone a chance to ignore the backstory behind this one.~ 

[beckettj]

1 Year Repost: There's No Harm in Repeating (A CS oneshot)

It's been a year since I posted the oneshot I probably had the most fun writing so here it is again!

Summary: Killian Jones has lived in apartment 204 for a year and has never exchanged more than ‘hellos’ with Emma Swan in apartment 205. That is until a run-in with her son, Henry, results in the boy doing some unintentional matchmaking. For how else do you find out what a woman thinks of you, if not through her four-year-old son?

A Captain Swan as neighbors au featuring Captain Cobra moments.

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A flask of coffee in hand, Killian Jones stepped out of his crappy apartment, into the just as crappy hallway, to the oh-so-familiar sweet sound of arguing travelling up the stairwell from the entrance hall below.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Emma? You have no right to stop me from seeing my own son!”

“Look at yourself, Neal! You can barely stand! You’re hardly in any fit state to look after yourself, let alone a four-year-old boy!”

Emma Swan. The irritation was clear in her voice, as it travelled up the pungent staircase that Killian started to take down, yet it was her voice which reminded him of the single reason why he hadn’t moved the hell out of the crappy apartment building at any point in the last year. Even when shouting, screaming at her dickhead of an ex with all her might, her voice was as captivating as a siren’s song, drawing him in as the rest of the world fell away around him.

“Every fucking time, Emma! There’s always something with you, isn’t there? You can never just hand him over without causing a scene.”

“Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that you are never able to turn up sober. You need help, Neal.”

“Leave off! I’m perfectly fine.”

“I’d almost believe you, if it weren’t for the slurring.” She let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe this! No, in fact, I can! I can totally believe this! This is textbook you, Neal! You get his hopes up and then you let him down.”

“Let him down? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, and utterly shit-faced, you damn asshole.”

Killian chuckled to himself, having heard enough of their arguments through the building's thin walls to be invested enough to back Emma over her alcoholic ex. He’d also overheard enough to know that when Emma resorted to cursing, she was well and truly pissed. 

Commotions were a frequent occurrence in the apartment complex. Day or night, the residents just did not care. Killian had quickly learned that the best way to cope with it all, was to just treat the whole thing like a soap drama; it was almost more compelling than the ones on television. It wasn’t just Emma and Neal; there was enough drama in the building for him to develop his own soap drama television show if he wanted. If it wasn’t Emma, his lovely neighbor in apartment 205, arguing with her ex, it was the guy in apartment 101 making direct complaints over noise levels, someone accusing the pickpocket in 219 of theft, the guy in 117 finding a megaphone through which to broadcast his crazed ramblings that no one could make any sense of, or the young man in 301 hosting his midnight raves which attracted all the youth in the city like the bloody Pied Piper.

Yes, life in Enchanted View apartments was just charming. And extremely entertaining, in a guilty pleasure kind of way.

The arguing continued as Killian made his way down the stairs, obscenities and insults getting thrown back and forth as Emma went for it in giving Neal a piece of her mind. Killian had to hold back a cheer of satisfaction that she was finally doing such a thing; making himself realize just how invested he had gotten. 

He stayed quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. He hoped to get by unnoticed, to slip out onto the street, and go about his day, leaving them to their dispute. It was only when he reached the bottom step that he determined such a feat to be impossible for Emma Swan stood in the building doorway, blocking his way. Or rather, preventing her tool of an ex-boyfriend from gaining entry to the building. Neal was bladdered; completely and utterly bladdered. Killian had known, from his slurred words, that he was drunk, but the man stood before Emma was well and truly hammered, incapable of standing still, staggering around the doorstep. His movements were slow and shaky, resulting in any attempt he made to get past Emma looking weak and pathetic. The only danger there was of Neal getting over the threshold were if he were to fall flat on his face. Killian chuckled lightly to himself, amused by such a scenario playing out in his head.

“I promised I’d take him bowling so I’m damn well going to take him bowling.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you chose to go heavy on the booze for breakfast. It’s not happening, Neal.”

“I’m not leaving ‘til I see him. Where the hell is he? Henry! Henry!”

“Cut it out, Neal. You really don’t want him to see you like this.”

“Oh, lighten up, Emma.”

Killian moved off the bottom step, with the plan to slip out through the back door which led into the side alley. Yet, as he began said plan, his eyes fell on the very boy at the core of the adults’ argument. Henry. The four-year-old sat patiently on the bench, positioned opposite the out-of-order elevator, a book open in his hands. Peter Pan, Killian read from the cover. Henry’s head was buried in the book, avidly inspecting the colourful pictures within it but, every now and then, whenever his parents’ voices rose or his name came up, the boy’s head would shoot out of the book, sending an apprehensive glance towards the doorway in which his equally unrelenting parents stood.

Killian thought back to his own childhood, to all the times his mother argued with his drunk father. He recalled how much he hated it, how he always found a way to blame himself for their arguing, and how useless he had felt every time; the urge to help his mother conflicting with the fear of how his father may react if he did. Killian couldn’t help but see himself in Henry but with one key difference; Liam had been there for Killian, right by his side, throughout every argument. Henry had no one, an only child, sat alone on the bench, just a book for company.

Killian wondered over to the young boy, taking up the empty space on the bench beside him.

“What have you got there, lad?” Killian asked, nodding to the book in Henry’s hands.

“A book,” the four-year-old responded with the obvious.

Killian chuckled to himself; ask a stupid question.

“That a good book?” Killian tried again, determined to strike up conversation to distract the lad from the scene behind him.

The boy shrugged, lacking enthusiasm, “It’s okay.”

Henry’s head turned to the entrance again, just in time to see his father attempt to force Emma’s arm out of the way, only to stumble backwards and fall into a pillar.

“Do you want me to help you read it?” Killian offered, successfully drawing the boy’s attention back onto him.

“That’s okay, thank you,” Henry politely declined his offer. “I look at the pictures and make up my own story.”

“Do you now?” Killian replied. “Care to tell me one?”

Henry smiled at him and nodded enthusiastically. He pointed to the picture in his book, a crocodile circling the waters around the Jolly Roger.

“Once upon a time, Peter Pan took a girl called Wendy to a place called Neverland and they flied there but actually, properly flied, not on an aeroplane, with, like, magic and stuff, and it was an island but there were no animals on the island and Wendy was sad because she loves animals,” Henry began to tell his story.

“Oh, why were there no animals?” Killian asked.

“They went in the water with the crocodile,” Henry answered.

Killian wasn’t quite sure what the four-year-old was implying with that statement.

“So, they all went to live in the water with the croc?” Killian checked.

“No!” Henry protested, looking at him like he was stupid. “The crocodile ate them all up!”

“Well, that’s not very kind,” Killian responded.

“Duh, he’s the bad guy,” Henry said.

Killian laughed; that told him.

“Good point,” he conceded.

“Are you going to let me tell the rest of the story?” Henry asked pointedly.

“Sorry, lad, sure, go ahead,” Killian encouraged.

“There was also a very, very, very bad guy on the island and his name was Captain Hook! He was a pirate who got everyone’s treasure and didn’t like Peter Pan or Wendy,” Henry continued, putting a great level of emphasis on certain words. “Peter Pan and Wendy didn’t like Captain Hook because he was naughty and didn’t have kind hands or kind words so they went to fight him. With swords! And a tyrannosaurus rex! And a dragon! But Captain Hook was really stronger and a gooder fighter and he pushed the tyrannosaurus rex and the dragon and Peter Pan and Wendy into the water and the crocodile ate them all up!”

Henry grinned, looking really proud of himself for coming up with such an exciting story. Killian raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t the good guys supposed to win?” Killian asked.

“But that’s boring!” Henry defended his story.

“True,” Killian conceded with a chuckle. “And I must admit, it was a twist I didn’t see coming. You’re quite the storyteller, lad.”

Henry beamed at him, completely distracted from the argument raging on behind him.

“That’s what I want to do when I’m bigger!” Henry spoke enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on the bench. “I want to be a story maker!”

“I’m sure you’ll make a fine story maker,” Killian encouraged, smiling at the boy.

“I’m going to make stories about castles and princes and princesses and space and pirates and dragons and dinosaurs!” Henry told him eagerly, speaking at a hundred miles per hour.

“Wow, that’s a lot of stories,” Killian remarked.

“My favorite dinosaur is the tyrannosaurus rex,” Henry segued slightly, once again impressing Killian with his pronunciation.

“Good choice, lad. Those are the big ones,” Killian replied.

“But they’re all extinct now,” Henry spoke matter-of-factly.

“That’s a big word you’ve used there,” Killian commented as the four-year-old continued to impress him with his vocabulary. “Do you know what it means?”

“It means they’re all gone,” Henry answered confidently. “They died and turned into fossils which is good because if they weren’t died they would eat us all up!”

“You’re just full of knowledge, aren’t you?” Killian mused.

Henry grinned at him, seemingly appreciating the compliment. Killian was just happy to have lifted his spirits slightly, even if it was only temporary. The commotion in the doorway was bound to end eventually and he couldn’t pretend to know how things would proceed from there. In the meantime, Killian was more than happy to keep the lad company; it was far better than the boy sitting on his own, listening to every word his parents exchanged.

“My name’s Killian, by the way,” he introduced himself.

He had seen the boy around the apartment building on multiple occasions. They had even nearly bumped into each other several times; the energetic boy didn’t have the best spatial awareness. They had smiled at each other, waved on occasion, and Killian had exchanged the odd ‘hello’ with his mother, but no official introductions had ever been made. Killian suddenly realized that his conversation with the boy meant that he had had more interaction with young Henry than with the boy’s mother. As good company as the boy provided, something had gone seriously wrong with that one.

“I’m Henry,” the boy introduced himself in return.

Little did the four-year-old know that Killian already knew his name. The apartment walls weren’t exactly thick, and Henry wasn’t quite as well behaved behind closed doors as he was when out in public. There were a few times each week where Emma got forced into resorting to shouting her son’s name to get him to listen to her.

“Nice to meet you, Henry,” Killian smiled at him.

The boy smiled back in return and Killian took a pause from the conversation to take a swig of his coffee whilst thinking of the next question to ask to continue his distraction attempts.

Henry spoke up first, “My mommy says fucking hell.”

Killian spluttered and choked on his coffee as it went down the wrong hole. He promptly recovered and looked at the boy beside him who was looking up at him with such sweet, innocent hazel eyes. There was no way, Killian decided, that such a young boy had said what he thought he had just heard.

“Sorry, kid, I missed that one,” Killian told him.

Henry replied, assured and matter of fact in what he was saying, “My mommy says fucking hell.”

Bloody fucking hell. Killian was out of his depth the second he had struck up a conversation with the boy, let alone when he found himself having to deal with a four-year-old cursing.

“I don’t think you should be repea-”

“That’s what my mommy says to my daddy.”

Killian couldn’t help himself and let out a loud laugh. He glanced at Neal and took in the man’s inebriated state; the way he staggered as he tried, and failed, again, to force his way past Emma who stood strong in the doorway, continuing to refuse to relinquish her position. A series of slurred insults poured out of Neal’s mouth, all directed at Emma and none of them harbouring even a slither of truth.

Killian turned back to Henry, his own chain of choice words coming to mind when he thought of Neal.

“Honestly, lad, I don’t blame her,” Killian remarked.

Henry glanced down at his book and absent-mindedly flicked through a couple of pages, barely glancing at the pictures. Killian took the momentary pause in conversation as another chance to take a swig of his coffee.

“Killian?” Henry spoke up again.

“What’s up, lad?” Killian returned.

“Are you going to have a sleepover with mommy?” Henry shot a random question at him.

Killian frowned, wondering where the boy could have possibly gotten that question from, before answering, “Not that I know of.”

“Oh,” Henry’s shoulders slumped, radiating disappointment.

“What makes you ask?” Killian questioned curiously.

Henry sat up straighter and set his book down on the bench. He turned back to Killian, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Once upon a time, I had a scary nightmare at night-time and it was really, really, really late because it was really, really black out my window,” Henry delved into what Killian feared for a moment was going to be another story ending with everyone getting eaten up, rather than an answer to his question. “And because I was scared, I wanted my mommy and I found her in the living room and she was drinking wine!”

“Did she drink it all up?” Killian asked.

“She drank loads of it. Mommy says wine is really nice but I don’t know because she won’t let me try because I’m not big enough. She says it’s a grown-up drink,” Henry said, instantly making Killian regret asking, distracting the boy from the original point. “Mommy says too much wine make you silly like Daddy, and not in a good way like a clown, but she said she needs wine sometimes to deal with Daddy. She says Daddy drives her round the bend.”

Killian laughed and made a mental note to watch every single thing he said around the boy, picking up on his habit to repeat things he heard. He guided the lad back to the original point, “What were you saying about a sleepover?”

“Oh, yes!” Henry grinned at the reminder. “Mommy was drinking wine with her friend Mary Margaret and I heard Mommy say that she wanted the man next door in her bed. That’s you.”

Killian knew it was him before Henry had even pointed it out to him, given the resident in apartment 206 was a woman. He smiled to himself and looked knowingly across at Emma. She still had her back to him, too caught up in dealing with Neal and was probably totally oblivious to his presence there. She wasn’t, however, oblivious to his presence in the apartment next door; her kid had just made that much clear to him.

She may have been drunk at the time of Henry’s earwigging, but drunk meant free of inhibition which meant there had to be some level of truth to her words. It had been a year since he had moved in, and it was the first hint he had ever received that she was at all interested in him. With nothing but passing exchanges of ‘hellos’, Killian had assumed otherwise but, after talking to Henry, he put the pieces together, realizing that she was essentially a single mother, single-handedly bringing up a four-year-old with a pathetic excuse for a father, which undoubtedly left little room for dating. If he wanted to be more than neighbors exchanging the odd polite hello, he was going to have to make the first move and, armed with the knowledge Henry had given him, he was suddenly extremely eager to do so.

If only Neal would give up already. The man was still arguing his case to Emma.

“So?” Henry spoke up, forcing Killian to take his eyes off Emma and return them to her son. “Are you going to have a sleepover?”

“We’ll see,” Killian responded, trying to be as careful as he could with his choice of words.

‘Killian wants to have a sleepover with you’ coming out of Henry’s mouth was not the way he wanted to approach asking Emma out.

“Are you going to be my new daddy?”

Killian was so glad he wasn’t drinking his coffee in that moment for he would have choked on it again. He stared at the kid, unsure if he really wanted to find out where that question had come from and yet, he was curious.

He couldn’t help himself, “What makes you ask that?”

“When Mommy said that she wanted you in her bed, Mary Margaret said that you would make a better daddy for me than my daddy,” Henry recalled then sighed, dropping his head and inspecting his shoes. “My daddy’s rubbish. He never does anything he says he’s going to do.”

Killian made a mental note to thank Mary Margaret, if he ever met her, for dropping him in it with that one.

“Your daddy’s not rubbish, Henry,” Killian reluctantly forced the words out. “He just needs… a bit of help.”

A lot of help. And Neal needed to accept that fact too.

Henry frowned, looking slightly disappointed, “So… you’re not going to be my new daddy?”

“You’ve already got a daddy, Henry. And maybe, if he gets that little bit of help, he’ll be able to be a good daddy. And if not, maybe in the future Mummy will find you a better daddy,” Killian replied carefully, not at all sure he was saying the right thing; he was so far out of his depth. “For now, though, I can just be your friend.”

A small smile crept onto Henry’s face, “Friends?”

“Friends?” Killian returned the question.

“Yeah!” Henry nodded enthusiastically.

The boy’s smile broadened into a huge grin, one which Killian couldn’t help but return. As they fell into a comfortable silence, the heated exchange in the doorway was the only sound which filled the room.

“You want to see your son?” Emma snapped. “Sober the hell up and get some help. I’m done playing these games with you.”

“Fine!” an exasperated Neal shot back.

“Fine!”

Killian watched as Neal turned and staggered off down the steps back towards the street, amazed and slightly disappointed to see him do so without falling flat on his face. Emma slammed the door on him, the loud bang making little Henry jump. She let out a heavy sigh, and took a moment to compose herself, before turning around to find her son. Her eyes landed on Killian and she narrowed them, confused and surprised by his presence, watching him inquisitively as she walked over.

“Hey there,” she greeted.

“Hi,” he returned.

An exchange of hellos.

Henry jumped up from the bench, bouncing enthusiastically on his feet as he grabbed Emma’s hand.

“Mommy, Mommy, this is Killian, the man next door. He’s my new friend. He’s very nice. He sat with me whilst you and Daddy were arguing again,” Henry told her excitedly.

Emma glanced to the door and there was a harder look on her face when she looked back at Killian, “You heard all that?”

“I heard all the stories your boy was telling me,” Killian responded, choosing not to acknowledge the argument that she didn’t seem too thrilled about him overhearing. Something told him she hadn’t realized just how thin the walls were in the building, and just how many of her behind-closed-doors domestics he had also heard in the past. “He’s got quite the imagination.”

“Did they end with everyone getting eaten?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.

“They did, indeed,” Killian confirmed with a nod. “Quite the thrilling twist.”

“Predictable if you listen to too many,” Emma warned.

“That, I look forward too,” he returned.

She smiled slightly then spoke, with some of the sincerest words he had ever heard, “Thank you, Killian.”

“It was my honor,” he returned, matching her tone. “That’s one fine boy you’ve got there. He’s a real credit to you.”

Even if he has been dropping you in it.

Emma looked down at Henry beside her, ruffling his hair. When she looked back up at Killian, their eyes locked, his blue ones meeting her green, captivating him, drawing him in just as her voice did. Henry’s words echoed in his mind; I heard Mommy say she wanted the man next door in her bed. That’s you. It was him. Emma wanted him and man, did he want her. Not necessarily in his bed (though he certainly wouldn’t protest) but even in general; he wanted her there, with him, beside him, around. He wanted to be hers and, lost in each other’s gaze, he had the chance to take a step in that direction, to ask her out.

“Where’s Daddy?” Henry spoke up first, beating him to it.

Damn it. Bloody Neal.

Emma’s eyes left his, dropping down to her kid once more and Killian followed her gaze. Henry was looking towards the closed door of the apartment building, no Neal in sight.

“He said we were going bowling,” a disappointed Henry sighed.

“I know, kid,” Emma crouched down to his level, pushing the hair away from his eyes before taking his hands in hers. “But Daddy had to be somewhere. He’s really sorry. Maybe in a few weeks-”

“Let’s do it,” Killian spoke up, cutting her off.

Emma looked up at him, frowning, “I’m sorry?”

“Let’s do it,” Killian repeated. “Let’s go bowling.”

Henry gasped, his eyes immediately lighting up as he started excitedly bouncing around again. “Really?”

“If your mum doesn’t mind…” Killian hesitantly trailed off, realizing he probably should have spoken to Emma about it first.

He looked at her. The sharp look he received back from Emma told him he most definitely should have spoken to her first.

Bloody hell.

Had he put his foot in it the very first chance he had gotten? Had he screwed things up before they had even begun?

Emma stood up. She encouraged Henry to take a look at his book whilst she discussed some plans, and then pulled Killian away from the bench and towards the door. Her touch was light and her skin smooth against his arm. He was hit by a pang of disappointment when her touch left him, desperate for more. She folded her arms, guarding herself.

“Look, Killian, I appreciate-”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, cutting her off before realizing he was developing a bad habit of doing so. “I should have spoken to you before saying anything to the lad. He just looked so disappointed.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Killian, but all you did is delay the disappointment, probably even increased it. I can’t take him bowling,” Emma told him with an exasperated sigh. “I’m living pay check-to-pay check as it is and we’re only just scraping by. I can’t afford to take him bowling.”

“It’s on me,” Killian told her.

Emma gaped at him, “Why would you do such a thing?”

The question had multiple answers, as far as Killian was concerned. He could spend all day answering that one. After all, why wouldn’t he do such a thing? He decided to keep his response as concise as possible in an effort not to appear all gushy.

“Because your son is quite the charmer, in his own little way,” he told her. “And it’s about time I asked you out on a date and I can’t wait a week and I don’t expect you to find a babysitter on such short notice. So, Emma Swan, would you and your little prince care to join me on a bowling and pizza adventure?”

“You know my surname?” she didn’t miss a trick.

“I may have peeked at your mail,” he confessed.

“That’s crafty, Killian Jones,” she smirked at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her own crafty confession, “Is that a yes?”

“Hey, kid!” Emma avoided answering, calling over to Henry instead, whose little head shot out of his book like lightning. “Wanna go bowling?”

“Yes!” Henry exclaimed.

The four-year-old tossed his book aside on the bench and jumped to his feet, racing across to Emma and Killian before once again returning to his excited bouncing.

“Killian’s treating us to bowling,” Emma told the boy. “What do you need to say?”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Henry exclaimed.

Without warning, the boy charged at him, running straight into his legs, and wrapping his arms around them. The action knocked Killian off balance and he would have fallen were it not for Emma grabbing a hold of his hand and steadying him, saving him from that embarrassment. With his balance restored, Killian gratefully ran his thumb along hers as he let go.

“That’s quite alright, Henry,” Killian replied as he gently patted the boy on the shoulder.

“Come on then, kid, go fetch your book and we’ll set off,” Emma prompted.

Henry released Killian from his tight grasp and ran off back to the bench, doing as he was told. Killian’s eyes met Emma’s once more as she smiled at him, a gesture he automatically returned.

“You just made his day,” Emma told him.

“You just made my year,” Killian returned.

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[whumpshaped]

Forced to use an injured limb either out of fear or necessity? Fear of what will happen if they don't finish a task or a need to do something they're not willing to ask for assistance with?

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tw carewhumper, nonsexual nudity, broken bones

Whumpee tried to gently lower themself into the bathtub, relieved when they finally hit the bottom of it. They were in. They were going to be fine now. Even if their likely cracked ribs were sending jolts of pain through their entire body, even if their broken ankle was a throbbing, agonising mess, they were in the tub, and it was all going to be okay.

Because there was no fucking way they were going to ask for assistance from Whumper. That fucking demon was never going to see them naked, not if they could help it.

They reached for the soap, taking it in their hand gingerly. Scrubbing themself off proved to be a much more difficult task than they anticipated, and they found themself grateful that at least their hands and arms were mostly intact. Some muscle soreness and a couple blisters couldn't even compare, honestly.

They were methodical and careful, shifting their weight slowly whenever they absolutely had to, gritting their teeth whenever the pain became almost unbearable. They could do this. They were doing it, and it was fine, and there was nothing to it.

They tried not to cry when they realised all their baths would be like this for at least the next month.

"Fuck," they hissed when they tried to push themself up, their battered body protesting at every turn. They fell right back into the tub as their arms gave out, making the water splash out onto the tiles and hitting their tailbone quite hard. Whumper was going to make them clean that up, they were sure. "Fuck, come on, come on."

They tried to delude themself into thinking it was a matter of willpower. That white-knuckling their way through it was the only possible solution, and that there was no other way to get out of the damn tub.

On their third try, panting with exhaustion, they had to admit that it just wasn't going to work out in their favour. All their aches were only getting worse, and either they would swallow their pride and call for help, or be stuck in a tub of increasingly cold water until Whumper found them. They didn't want to think about the punishment for that.

They wiped the tears from their eyes and took a deep breath. "Master?"

No response.

"Master!"

"What?" came the muffled question, and Whumpee wanted to backtrack at the tone.

"Can you help me? Please?"

The door opened soon enough, and Whumper looked positively pissed. "Can't you even wash yourself on your own?"

"I can't get out by myself," they admitted quietly. "I'm sorry, it just– it hurts too much... I'm sorry."

As if asking for help was their fucking dream scenario.

Whumper let out a heavy sigh and walked over to the tub. They didn't seem concerned with Whumpee's naked body, at the very least. That made them feel less embarrassed about it.

"I'm gonna get you a pack of fucking wet wipes," they grumbled, and even though Whumpee knew that was reasonable, they couldn't help but grieve the lost hours of bathing, one of their only reprieves in this place.

Whumper helped them get out and dry off, even waiting until they were clothed to help them get back to their room. They pushed them down onto the bed quite roughly, but Whumpee didn't dare complain.

"Thank you, Master," they said instead, softly enough so that it wouldn't anger them more than they already had.

"Remind me not to let you up onto the ladder anymore," they said gruffly, leaving the room and slamming the door behind them.

~

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

[ramrage]

“fitting a square peg into a square peg” or “and they both were tops”

Chapter 2: but my mother didn’t raise a quitter

chapter rating: E

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo

Tags: Sexual Tension, terrible flirting, Masturbation, First Time Bottoming, Fantasizing

part 1

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Well that fucking sucked.

Soap thought, he really, really thought that he had a beautiful, sinful, delicious night ahead of him. Apparently not. Granted, the “no head” joke was a little tasteless given the context, but the opportunity had presented itself and he was nothing if not one to live each moment to the fullest. Also, if it landed, it would’ve been one hell of a laugh.

Sadly, it did not. Absolutely murdered the vibe, if anything

In fact, just about nothing landed. After the whole no-bottom revelation, Ghost more or less checked out of the whole situation.

“No, but really. There are plenty of other ways to fool around,” Soap offered, trying his damndest to claw the evening back in his favor. No, their favor. He made a show of thinking (but in a sexy, seductive sort of way). He tried again, “You’re always telling me to shut my mouth, yeah? How about you make me put it to good use instead?”

Oh, son of a gun, if that wasn’t the look of a starved man that flashed across Ghost’s eyes. Progress. Nevertheless, Ghost forced a disapproving exhale through his nose. “Johnny,” he warned.

Soap wasn’t stepping down with victory within reach like this, so he pushed his luck, closing the space between them with deliberate, swaggering steps. “I’m also very good with my hands,” he said, now separated from Ghost by a lean few inches. Fuck, this was actually working. Ghost’s chest rose and fell with labored breaths—dubious but potentially promising—and his jaw strained to mash his molars into each other—similarly dubious but potentially promising. The real tell was how he leaned forward ever so slightly despite the conflict wrinkling the corners of his eyes. This was a workable situation. This could be saved. “I’d love to show you.”

Or maybe it wasn’t!

Ghost retreated, the tension shattering into glittering shards that fell to the ground, very coincidentally spelling the words “John MacTavish, you are an idiot.” Crazy coincidence, that.

“Johnny, this isn’t going to work,” Ghost said with finality. As consolation, he didn’t sound particularly happy about it. Tenacious though he was, Soap knew to take the L when it was presented to him on a silver platter. It just fucking blew that the man delivering the L was tall, brooding, handsome, and dangerous beyond all belief.

“Right,” he said with a tight nod, “Well. I’ll leave you to it, then.” With that, he turned to the door and walked through it, nearly tripping on the tail between his legs.

He didn’t look back as he left. The shit show was sufficiently shit without seeing the unspecified negative emotion plastered over Ghost’s masked visage. That would’ve added insult to injury, and more than that, it would make the embarrassment exponentially more potent. No thank you.

The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the hallway, the final “boo” to convince him to retreat off the stage. Every minute he spent walking to his own room was spent considering the moments before his ultimate failure. That was the thing, though. He didn’t know why he failed. Ghost seemed to have been enticed. But then it went off with the unanticipated immediacy of a blown fuse. Weird.

Weird, but also promising. The words “down but not out” danced in Soap’s mind as he undressed for the shower, kept dancing as he scrubbed through his hair, as he lathered his body with soap (ha). The truth of the matter, despite the earlier fiasco, remained: he wanted Ghost. He wanted him more than he’d wanted anyone.

Don’t get it twisted. He’d never suffered for lack of tail, which statistically made sense given his propensity for batting in all directions. Those different flavors tickled his fancy in a variety of pleasant ways, but none burned as hot before, during, or after than whatever it was he felt for Ghost. The man got him excited. A blushing, giggling schoolgirl kind of thing. Sure, he wanted Ghost to cover him like a Snuggie and ride his dick into the sunset, but he also plain old liked hanging out with the lad. That was different, that was new, and Soap decided that was something worth fighting for.

The litany of “down but not out” reached a crescendo then, and it was with the sort of bravery known only by trailblazers such as Neil Armstrong and the like that Soap let his touch linger just a bit longer as he went through the motions of cleaning his ass.

He eked out a dubious little hum accompanied by a similarly-dubious grimace. Maybe it was the newness that put him off. “ Once more, man ,” he told himself, and circled his hole deliberately, this time with feeling.

“No,” he decided with a resolute shake of his head, shutting off the water before it ran completely cold. He toweled himself off, dressed, and climbed into bed, all the while mourning the failure of his little experiment. His bed pressed into his back, cold and unyielding, much unlike the delicious heat of Ghost’s body. Presumably, at least. He didn’t get to feel it, but following the path of reason, Ghost probably was a warm-blooded creature. A warm-blooded, virulent man with strong, capable hands. And those lips—god, remember those? Who knew the man was hiding such perfect lips under that mask? Soft, plush, the prettiest little pink. Soap groaned happily at the memory, rolling his hips.

Kissing them was a damn good time; imagine how they’d feel stretched around his dick. That tongue was awfully wicked, too, now that he thought about it. And he did. Oh, he did. The hard-on that had haunted him all day like some horny intermittent rain shower came back with a hot, aching vengeance. Soap palmed himself over his bedsheets and reconsidered his decision to throw in the towel.

Perhaps it wasn’t the newness that put him off. Maybe it was the himness. Or maybe it was both, but maybe just maybe Ghost was the gateway drug he needed to fully enter this exciting new world of bottoming. He wouldn’t do this for anyone, but Ghost wasn’t just anyone.

Blazing with the singular determination of a man looking to get laid, he threw the bedsheets off his body and marched to the bathroom in search of unscented face lotion. It was with the same determination that he marched back to bed and threw his body down, letting his legs splay open wide to the edges of the mattress.

He tried to remember what his partners of the past had done as he emptied a few pumps of CeraVe into his palm. It wouldn’t hurt to start with something familiar, he reasoned, use it as a way to sink into the scene. Right, okay then. Jerking off. It was something he knew well.

The lotion was nearing on body temperature by the time he spread it with shaking hands over the length of himself, twisting his grip around the head just so. Fuck, that was nice. Sure, it wasn’t in the way he’d been fantasizing about all day, but having something, anything, touching him like that was undeniably good. So good, in fact, he couldn’t help the upward buck of his hips, fucking into his hand and imagining for a split second that he was fucking into Ghost.

Pause.

That was the exact train of thought he was trying to hop off of.

Start again.

He took it slow, drawing his fist up and down his cock deliberately, pleasure burning white hot when a stroke produced the slick sound of sex. The slick sound of sex with Ghost—he could get that somehow, he would get that somehow. A groan fought its way out his chest and he thought back to the sounds Ghost made, how even hearing him breathe was like adrenaline to the heart. Like always, his thoughts went back to Ghost. This time, however, he had source material to work with. Like how his hands formed vices around his wrist, then his neck. Fuck, imagine them here,

It didn’t take long before he was painfully hard, precum hot and sloppy spilling over his fist. “Sack the fuck up,” he muttered to himself in a voice that was predictably fucking wrecked. Right hand still working his cock, he brought the middle finger of his left, drawing it slow and rhythmic over the head. He keened. Fuck, that was sensitive. Felt too fucking delicious to continue if he wanted to make this last long enough to. To fuck himself.

The concept lit a jolt of apprehension through his core. He was going to fuck himself on his own fingers, and he was doing it so he could fuck Ghost.

Ghost.

Ghost.

Just thinking of his name twisted the knot tighter, so he tested it on his tongue.

“Ghost,” he sighed, quieter than he’d like, but y’know. Thin walls. He repeated it again, coming out more as a moan this time.

It felt terribly naughty, almost like a perverted invasion of privacy. So did all of this, taking the idea of Ghost, a real human man, and using him willingly or not as a participant in fantasy. Using the fog of arousal to trick himself into believing that his hands weren’t his own, that instead, they belonged to the one person he wanted more than anything. Pass your judgments at will, but it turned him on. Severely. He’s gotten hard, gotten wet, but never like this.

At this point, he was fucking delirious with it. Maybe that’s what allowed him to draw that slick finger down, pressed the pad of it against his hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he ground out. Genuinely, truly, it was good, so very good. He stroked there in time with his fist, the dual sensations amplifying each other, leading to the conclusion of more. It made his body greedy. He begged in a tight whisper, “God, Ghost, more. Fuck. Please.”

Thoughtlessly, because he was hardly able to think, he rolled his hips against the low touch, pressing all the more insistently to take the finger in. The friction was too much. He cursed, “Damn it all.” Frenzied, he pulled away to pump lotion, falling thick and white like spill over his hand. The finger slipped in this time.

“Bleeding fucking Jesus.”

Okay, it made sense. It all made sense now. The dirty slide fucking into him, the feeling of his own slick insides, something he’d only felt in others. He wanted to give this Ghost. Wanted to see hot lust blow his pupils wide as he pistoned his fingers into the body that would only yield itself like this to him.

His forearm ached, but he couldn’t be arsed, not when his whole body was roiling with aching need, so close. And it wasn’t enough. He withdrew his middle finger just enough to add the pointer, slick them both, and bury them in his guts. All done maybe too fast, stinging on the bad side of pain, but only for a short moment. Not once did his cock soften within his grasp, disjointed and near-forgotten as his strokes were.

The sounds were incredible, so fucking filthy, and he knew this is what fucking Ghost would sound like. Half-stifled moans rolling out over panting breaths, sweat-glistening skin smacking against sweat-glistening skin. He pressed his touch up as if to drive them through the flesh his stomach and keened, “Fuck yes, Ghost. Right there. Right there, please.” He added another finger to make it ever easier to bully into that spot. It burned again, but he expected it this time and found he almost liked it.

Who was this man? Grinding his hips like a bitch in heat onto his own hand, needy, pathetic little sobs spilling down his face, merging with the tear tracks from his eyes. Soap did not know this man. Fuck that, though, he’d make friends with him because he was right there . Pressure, heat, everything soft and wet converging into an endless singularity that was seconds away from drawing in that last inch to collapse and then explode.

When it did, he was beside him—almost literally—simultaneously blacked out yet watching, feeling himself out of body writhe and weep around the ecstasy. If he screamed, it registered only half-way, plausibly a hallucination. Nothing was real, everything was nothing. Nothing was everything.

An indeterminate period of time passed as before his soul returned home, and when it did, it found him covered in sweat, panting, body still clenching around quaking fingers.

“Fuck,” Soap said around a desperate exhale. He gingerly extracted his hands, rubbing the digits together and studying their wetness.

“I need to talk to Ghost.”

PART 3

[loudblonde]

Simon x Male!Vampire!Reader

Genre: smut (little bit of fluff)

Warning: a bit of possessive nature.

Minors do not interact I can and will block you.

Word count: 1.4K

This was written while drunk and in a bar. No part two.

Simon turned around and glanced down at a half-masked face. His husband's mouth guard had been pulled down just enough to give access, the rest of his face and especially his eyes were covered.

Two gloved hands went up to the bottom of Simons's mask, fiddling with them for a second before Simon nodded. The mask slid carefully off, revealing the vulnerable Simon underneath.

Simon reached up and carefully undid the clasps around the mask before placing everything to the side. Blue eyes met dark red, almost black eyes. Simon carefully placed a hand on his husband's cheek. "I just had a meal." He said with surprising softness, just hoping no one would enter. It wasn't late yet.

His husband shook his head. His fangs weren't out and with a rasped breath he spoke. "I ate on the mission, 'nother one like me."

Simon swallowed hard and looked to his door before his husband. "Anyone close?"

"No. Soap's in the shower for now. Debrief already happened." His husband cleared his throat before looking up at his husband.

Simon smirked a bit before sitting down on the bed, hands on his knees. "Well, what are you waiting on, love?"

And with a ravenous hunger, Simon watched as his husband stripped of his gear faster than ever before, he sat between Simon's legs and pushed Simon down onto the bed, his hands worked to undo the buttons and with each button undone, a kiss was placed in its place. Simon felt fangs glide along his chest and stomach before two rough hands grabbed his belt and undid it with practised ease. A light gasp broke through his lips as (Y/N) places a kiss against his hip. "You're desperate, Si." (Y/N) chuckled.

"Anyone would be desperate for a mouth like yours," Simon grunted out as (Y/N) began palming his ever-growing bulge. "Just say the words and I'm going to indulge whatever desire you have." (Y/N)'s eyes glowed every so lightly, making Simon's head clouded in just the right way.

Simon groaned as his head fell back. He tried desperately to find the words. The pressure on his bulge kept growing stronger and impatient, clouding his mind even further. His husband, without seizing the pressure, leaned up and kissed Simon's lips hard, he sucked and pulled at them, leaving Simon breathless with puffy lips.

(Y/N) smirked as he watched Simon stare into the ceiling, no thoughts left in his head. "Awww, did someone stop thinking?"

"Fuck me." Simon finally managed to say. "Fuck me harder than you've ever before. Break me and don't stop until I'm a babbling mess."

"Gladly." (Y/N) flipped Simon over with ease. He reached over him, bare chest meeting clothed back. (Y/N) grabbed the lube and a condom before pulling Simon's pants down around his knees. Simon happily scooted back, his ass raised. "Such an eager little whore." Simon groaned at the words of his husband.

"Careful, I can break you in two easily," Simon said, earning a condescending chuckle.

"And yet, you are begging me to fuck you better then that Scottish lad could ever. I see the way he looks at you." A cold shiver ran down Ghosts spine. He felt (Y/N) lean down over him. "You should invite him along one night." He whispered. "So I can show him who you truly belong too. Perhaps I'll take him in front of you, make you watch as he cums time after time again."

Without even being touched, Simon shot hot strings of cum down onto the sheets. "Fuckin' hell," Simon said. "Johnny is special to me." He whispered.

"I know love. I see the way you look at him. We should take him out someday, but for now, let's just focus on you." (Y/N) pulled away and ran two fingers over the cum before placing them on Simon's lips, which Simon happily lapped up, he obediently sucked his cum off the two fingers, eyes fully closed and at the mercy of his husband.

(Y/N) coated a finger in the lube before working on losing Simon's tight hole. A few gasped breaths came before (Y/N) added a second finger, equally coated in cum, much like before.

Simon's groan turned into a moan as (Y/N) curled his fingers expertly over his prostate, easily having found it. "With the amount of noise you're making, I'm surprised we haven't been caught yet." (Y/N) said with a chuckled and timed a strategic brush over Simon's prostate with Simon's protest against the comment. Simon moaned out, keeping it quieter.

(Y/N) scowled at that. He added more lube before gently inserting a third finger. He worked at a pace, trusting them in and spreading them slightly before pulling halfway out, repeating it until Simon was comfortably loose.

(Y/N) pulled his pants down just enough to slip a rock-hard cock out. He slid the condom on easily and looked down at Simons quivering hole. "Such a good little pet for me, waiting so patiently." (Y/N) pushed in fully, bottoming out with ease before letting Simon get comfortable with his girth.

Simon grunted and squeezed around his husband before (Y/N) started moving, at first, the pace was slow and loving, still letting Simon adjust to not hurt him. His grip on Simon's hips would leave bruises in the morning, though for now, neither man cared.

"Fuck me harder," Simon grunted out, he tried to move but the grip on his hips tightened. He groaned out as (Y/N) started moving faster and faster, not showing signs of stopping anytime soon. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as both men chased their mutual orgasm.

Moans got swapped, each man seemingly trying to moan louder than the other. (Y/N) had completely lost himself to the warm and slick walls of Simon's bitchhole. Simon came onto the sheets and cried out with euphoria as (Y/N) angled to keep hitting his prostate over and over again, drawing more and more cum out from him. He grabbed onto the sheets underneath him as he buried his face in the thin mattress, it did nothing to conceal his moans.

(Y/N) followed shortly after as Simon squeezed around him. (Y/N) carefully slid out and disposed of the condom, tying it off and throwing it away before returning it to Simon. He gently kissed his lower back before cleaning him of cum. Simon was still lost in a paradise of euphoria, though cuddled into the two strong arms that held him close. A powerful smell of comfort and familiarity surrounded him. "Fuckin' hell, love. You should eat your own kind more often." Simon said and chuckled.

"Hmm. Do you want Soap to join into this? My kind is... possessive about the ones they love. I know you love him and well, he isn't half bad." (Y/N) said.

Simon hummed. "We can start with a date and see how it goes... he looks at you the same. You know? As though you are his whole world. He would fit right in with us and our brand of weird."

"Then, let's talk to him in the morning? Unless he wants to join us right now!" (Y/N) yelled out and a sheepish Soap put his head inside, a deep heavy blush on his cheeks.

Neither Soap nor Ghost were walking well the next morning. Both were in a world of pain but both were happier then anyone could be. And if a certain vampire were watching them both a little closer then normally, well no one bat an eye at that.

A fanged smirk and a dazed Simon met him. "How much did you catch of that?" Simon asked.

"He heard everything, every dirty little thing we said. Come on in, John. Close the door behind you~"

Simon gasped as he felt lips kiss the bottom of his neck where his mask stopped. There was a small gap between his mask and shirt. The kiss turned into a light bite followed by a quick kiss of apology.

Simon turned around and glanced down at a half-masked face. His husband's mouthguard had been pulled down just enough to give access to the rest of his face.

Simon reached up and carefully undid the clasps around the mask before placing everything to the side. Blue eyes met dark red, almost black eyes. He carefully placed a hand on his husband's cheek, his thumb brushing over it gently.

Though his eyes remained covered.

Two gloved hands went up to the bottom of Simons's mask, fiddling with them for a second before Simon nodded. The mask slid carefully off, revealing the vulnerable Simon underneath.

"I just had a meal." He said with a softness that would surprise anyone who knew him. Knowing his team and that they were still on base, he hoped no one would enter. It wasn't late enough yet for most people to leave him alone.

"Anyone close?

His husband shook his head. His fangs weren't out. With a rasped breath he spoke. "I ate on the mission, 'nother one like me."

Simon swallowed hard and looked to his door before his husband.

"No. Soap's in the shower for now. Debrief already happened." His husband cleared his throat before looking up at his husband. His eyes darkened with lust. There was no attempt at hiding it.

Simon smirked a bit before sitting on the bed, hands on his knees. "Well, what are you waiting on, love?"

With a ravenous hunger, Simon watched as his husband stripped of his gear faster than ever before, (Y/N) sat between Simon's legs and pushed him down onto the bed. His hands worked to undo the buttons on his shirt and with each button undone, a kiss was placed in its place.

Simon felt fangs glide along his chest and stomach before two rough hands grabbed his belt and undid it with practised ease. A light gasp broke through his lips as (Y/N) placed a kiss against his hip. "You're desperate, Si." (Y/N) chuckled.

"Anyone would be desperate for a mouth like yours," Simon grunted as (Y/N) began palming his ever-growing bulge. "Just say the words, and I'll indulge whatever desire you have." (Y/N)'s eyes glowed every so lightly, making Simon's head clouded just the right way.

Simon groaned as his head fell back. He tried desperately to find the words. The pressure on his bulge grew stronger and impatient, clouding his mind even further. His husband, without stopping the force, leaned up and kissed Simon's lips hard, he sucked and pulled at them, leaving Simon breathless with puffy lips.

(Y/N) smirked as he watched Simon stare into the ceiling, no thoughts left in his head. "Awww, did someone stop thinking?" Simon shook his head slightly, his thoughts scattered to the winds.

"Fuck me." Simon finally managed to say. "Fuck me harder than you've ever before. Break me, don't stop until I'm a babbling mess."

"Gladly." (Y/N) flipped Simon over with ease. He reached over him, bare chest meeting clothed back. (Y/N) grabbed the lube and a condom before pulling Simon's pants down around his knees. Simon happily moved back, his ass raised. "Such an eager little whore." Simon groaned at the words of his husband.

"Careful, I can break you in two easily," Simon said, earning a condescending chuckle.

"And yet, you are begging me to fuck you better than that Scottish lad could. I see the way he looks at you." A cold shiver ran down Simon's spine. He felt (Y/N) lean down over him again. "You should invite him along one night." He whispered. "So I can show him who you truly belong to. Perhaps I'll take him in front of you, make you watch as he cums time after time again."

Without even being touched, Simon shot hot strings of cum down onto the sheets. "Fuckin' hell," Simon said. "Johnny is special to me." He whispered.

"I know love. I see the way you look at him. We should take him out someday, but for now, let's just focus on you." (Y/N) pulled away and ran two fingers over the cum before placing them on Simon's lips, which Simon happily lapped up, he obediently sucked his cum off the two fingers, eyes fully closed and at the mercy of his husband.

(Y/N) coated a finger in the lube before working on losing Simon's tight hole. A few gasped breaths came before (Y/N) added a second finger, equally coated in cum, much like before.

Simon's groan turned into a moan as (Y/N) curled his fingers expertly over his prostate, easily having found it. "With the amount of noise you're making, I'm surprised we haven't been caught yet." (Y/N) said with a chuckled and timed a strategic brush over Simon's prostate with Simon's protest against the comment. Simon moaned out, keeping it quieter.

(Y/N) scowled at that. He added more lube before gently inserting a third finger. He worked at a pace, trusting them in and spreading them slightly before pulling halfway out, repeating it until Simon was comfortably loose.

(Y/N) pulled his pants down just enough to slip a rock-hard cock out. He slid the condom on easily and looked down at Simons quivering hole. "Such a good little pet for me, waiting so patiently." (Y/N) pushed in fully, bottoming out easily before letting Simon get comfortable with his girth.

Simon grunted and squeezed around his husband before (Y/N) started moving. Firstly, the pace was slow and loving, letting Simon adjust, to not hurt him. His grip on Simon's hips would leave bruises in the morning, though for now, neither man cared.

"Fuck me harder," Simon grunted out. He tried to move, though the grip on his hips tightened. He groaned as (Y/N) started moving faster and faster, not showing signs of stopping anytime soon. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as both men chased their mutual orgasm.

Moans got swapped, each man seemingly trying to moan louder than the other. (Y/N) had completely lost himself to the warm and slick walls of Simon's bitchhole. Simon came onto the sheets and cried out with euphoria as (Y/N) angled to keep hitting his prostate over and over again, drawing more and more cum out from him. He grabbed onto the sheets underneath him as he buried his face in the thin mattress, it did nothing to conceal his moans.

(Y/N) followed shortly after as Simon squeezed around him. (Y/N) carefully slid out and disposed of the condom, tying it off and throwing it away before returning it to Simon.

He gently kissed his lower back before cleaning him of cum. Simon was still lost in a paradise of euphoria, though cuddled into the two strong arms that held him close. A powerful smell of comfort and familiarity surrounded him. "Fuckin' hell, love. You should eat your own kind more often." Simon said and chuckled.

"Hmm. Do you want Soap to join into this? My kind is… possessive about the ones they love. I know you love him and well, he isn't half bad." (Y/N) said.

Simon hummed. "We can start with a date and see how it goes… he looks at you the same. You know? As though you are his whole world. He would fit right in with us and our brand of weird."

"Then, let's talk to him in the morning? Unless he wants to join us right now!" (Y/N) yelled out and a sheepish Soap put his head inside, a deep heavy blush on his cheeks.

Neither Soap nor Ghost was walking well the following day. Both were in a world of pain but both were happier than anyone could be. And if a certain vampire were watching them both a little closer than expected, no one bat an eye at that.

A fanged smirk and a dazed Simon met him. "How much did you catch of that?" Simon asked.

"He heard everything, every dirty little thing we said. Come on in, John. Close the door behind you~"

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