#classic soap skin?

[s-oaps]

SOAP MACTAVISH AT GORA DAM | MODERN WARFARE III

[heyitsropi]

deploy the boy

the safety googles give me life

[slimeandsadness]

it’s so cool you’re listening to the song from my edit!! i prevail are one of my favourite bands! and dw it’s not a well known song!! 😂

omg lol ignore my last ask, i posted two edits and you were talking about the other one 😂😂

Sorry to disappoint! I actually also really liked the I Prevail one, much more than I would have expected to given my usual music tastes. Maybe I'll also have a listen on spotify!

[skyspats]

4 big guys or whatever the kids say nowadays

[ncthandrake]

forgot about all the cod mods for re4r and just saw that there's one (two technically but i saw the other back in sept.) for mwiii soap....👀

[choupicosmeticbeauty]

Dudu-Osun – hygienically sealed & individually packed – CLASSIC Black Soap.

[clamorybus]

it only happened because i didn't get my wisdom teeth removed from my tiny mouth, but im really fond of my tooth gaps. both my mom and grandma had them in the same places

[honeytonedhottie]

general hygiene secrets + tips⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍦

while u upgrade in other areas of ur life, its important to upgrade ur hygiene and self care game too ✨ and this post can help u do that

DOUBLE CLEANSING ;

not only for ur face but also for ur body, doing so makes me feel a million times cleaner. when i double cleanse my face i go in with an oil based cleanser then a water based cleanser.

my double cleansing body recommendations are the dove bar soap, african black soap or the soaps from the doctor bronners brand

for double cleansing my body i'll use an unscented/anti bacterial bar soap and after rinsing that off i'll use a liquid body gel or body wash that has the scent that i wanna smell like

MY TAKE ON UNSCENTED BODY PRODUCTS ;

i think that unscented body products r lowkey slept on but in that same breath i can kinda see why. personally, i like to use an unscented soap sometimes and then make my body smell even better by using a body butter or a lotion but thats SOMETIMES.

TAKE CARE OF UR FEET ;

use a foot file/foot scrub to ensure baby soft, barbie-esque feet. before bed time make sure to moisturize ur feet with a body butter ro vaseline and sleep with fuzzy socks on.

also keep ur toes clipped, filed, and preferably painted. personally i like to go for white toes cuz i just think its classic, but in general do NOT neglect ur feet.

ALL ABOUT FRAGRANCE ;

i love to collect different fragrances and buy a lot of perfumes bcuz i just love the variety, i love the adorable packaging i just LOVE perfume. dont be afraid to blend perfumes together and experiment with how different notes in different perfumes can work together and give u ur own unique scent.

dont sleep on oil perfumes either, personally i find them to be very rich and SO LONG LASTING?? they're absolutely amazing. when u apply the perfume try not to rub, instead press and apply it to ur pulse points.

HOT TIP - when spraying perfume on ur body, make sure to apply some onto the insides of ur knees + ankles bcuz smell travels upwards so when u walk by, the air will smell yummy 🎀

SLUGGING SECRETS ;

slugging urself before bed ensures that when u wake up ur body will be SOFT and SMOOTH and glowy. the basic before bed slugging routine is to go in with a deeply moisturizing body lotion/butter. ur gonna wanna lather urself completely (from the neck down to ur ankles) then use a body oil.

things to look for in a body lotion or body butter - helps with properties like firming and tightening of the skin. aids in deep moisture if ur someone who has dull or dry skin.

its important to find a body butter + oil combination that works well with ur skin and doesn't break u out (plus smells good)

[motomamita]

singledad!eddie × pregnant!female!reader

warnings: smut, +18, mentions of breast milk, breeding kink, no condom, pregnant sex!

Part. 1

Upon hearing the news of your positive test, Eddie was eager and happy to be able to share this new stage with you. However, his happiness faded when you met him at your trailer one afternoon to talk.

Distraught and with Lily playing at your feet, you told him that while you were delighted to take care of Lily, you still didn't feel ready to raise a child of your own. You were too young and Lily already required too much time and energy that you didn't know if you would be able to give to another baby. Eddie lowered his head, watching as Lily played with the laces of your sneakers as she babbled 'mom' at you. Sad but accepting your decision, he lifted his daughter in his arms and began to talk to her, explaining the situation.

"Don't be sad, my little flower. Your little brother or sister won't be able to come this time, but I assure you that soon you will have one to play with..." Eddie spoke sweetly to Lily and, as if she understood his words, pouted and sob.

Obviously that broke your heart. So much so that in the end you surrendered to him and decided to continue with your pregnancy.

You moved into Eddie's trailer, so you could take care of Lily more comfortably and little by little you would accommodate the space to receive the new baby. Gradually you began to adapt to life there, and to be with both of them almost 24/7. Eddie left for work in the morning and returned a little before dinner. Some days he would pick you up and would go to the mall to buy things necessary for your pregnancy.

Eddie was delighted and even seemed to enjoy the purchases more than you. He loved choosing your maternity dresses, your braziers and even the most comfortable underwear for you. While you were inside the dressing room, he stayed with Lily outside the room while he softly sang her a lullaby. Every time you came out to show off how your clothes fit, he would whistle at you flirtatiously and Lily would applaud awkwardly.

Inevitably you managed to fall in love with him. He was too attentive, loving and understanding with you and Lily. He enjoyed accompanying you to the doctor, listening carefully to every word he said and asking a lot of questions about how to cope better with the pregnancy. Sometimes after work he brought with him magazines with advice for the first pregnancy and several classical music albums, because according to him: 'scientists say that the baby can be smarter if he listens to Beethoven or Mozart!'. True or not, the reality is that he did everything possible to keep his family happy.

As the months passed, your belly increased in size and you experienced several signs and symptoms. Your feet began to hurt and so did the desire for strange food combinations. Eddie knew it and for that same reason on the weekends he took full care of Lily so you could rest. He would place your feet in warm water and massage them while he told you the list of names he had been making. He also made sure to leave the cupboard and refrigerator full of candy and other possible foods that you might want such as ice cream, cookies, chips, gummies and even pickles.

As for sex, it had never really stopped. What's more, his desire for you seemed to have increased as the weeks passed, taking advantage of every opportunity he had to make you his. Despite having a little girl in home, Eddie was quite creative when it came to getting between your legs. You could wake up in the middle of the night with his cock inside your pussy, his hands on your sensitive nipples and hot breath in your ear. Or during a quick shower, he would sneak between the curtains, helping you soap your back and taking the opportunity to kiss every sensitive part of your skin. Otherwise, far from the gaze of Lily who was playing in the living room, he would put his face under your dress to taste the juices of your pussy.

That Friday everything was as usual. Lily, who had barely begun to walk, played with holding on to the couch while moving her body from one side to the other to the rhythm of Beethoven. You gave the final details to the table and looked from time to time at the lasagna that was cooking in the oven. The sound of Eddie's truck's engine alerted you both that he was already there. Lily gave a little scream, anticipating her father's arrival.

"Daddy's home!" Eddie announced himself, informing the house. You received it with a small smile, letting Lily be the first to receive it. Seeing him, she began to walk clumsily into the arms of her father, who hugged her tightly. "Good job, Lily!" He smiled, picking her up in his arms and approaching you. "How did my girls behave?" He asked, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips and touching your belly tenderly. "And this little one? Can't wait to get out? Mm?"

"The food is ready." you announced, wiping your hands on your apron.

Eddie took Lily to the bathroom to wash her hands, telling the little girl about his day at work as if she understood something. Once at the table, you began to eat while the music played. You and Eddie helped the little girl eat her food, wiping her mouth every time she spit out a bit of it.

When he finished, Eddie took care of cleaning her and taking her to her crib to sleep. For your part, you picked up the dishes and were about to wash up when you felt Eddie's hands on your belly.

"Leave it, I'll wash them later. The food was delicious, so you deserve to rest, mommy." He speak and then kiss your cheek. You didn't object and left things to go sit with him on the couch. "How do you feel?" He asked, caressing your thighs and letting his rings make your skin crawl.

"Okay, a little tired. As Lily starts walking alone I should have been more careful that she doesn't set the house on fire." you joked, remembering the childrens prank she was slowly starting to get up to. "I missed you." You murmured, somewhat embarrassed by how much you needed him.

"Yeah? How much?" Eddie asked with a mischievous smile on his face, squeezing your thighs slightly.

"So, so much.." Eddie growled, knowing the tone of voice you used when you needed more than a kiss or hug.

Eddie approached and joined his lips with yours in a loud, wet kiss. He brought one of his hands to the back of your neck, grabbing some of your hair while his other hand moved up your thigh to your center.

"Poor mommy, spending so many hours here with my baby..." he murmured, separating himself a little. "Alone and without anyone who can satisfy and fill that sweet, tight pussy.." he massage your pussy over your underwear.

"You're bad, very bad for always leaving me wanting more..." you complain and then moans when he found your clit lightly pinched by him.

"I know, my queen, I know... but now I'm here..." Eddie pulled her hair a little, making you moan. "I'm all yours, use me however you want."

It was a matter of minutes before you found yourself on top of Eddie, naked, riding his big cock. Your swollen breasts bounced with each sit on his hard cock, leaving such an exciting sight for Eddie who watched you with his hands behind his head.

"Come on, mommy. Milk this cock." His words did nothing but encourage you to move your hips faster and making the clash of skin echo through the room. "Fuuck, that's right.. Use me, use me.." Eddie closed his eyes, moaning at the way your pussy rode his cock with ease.

You placed your hands on his chest, digging your nails and trying to stabilize yourself, making his cock go even deeper in you in that new position.

"God.. Look at your tits, they are so big.. And heavy.." Eddie brought his hands to her breasts, making circles on her erect nipples and pressing them lightly in the hope that milk would come out of them. "I promise you that as soon as your sweet milk starts coming out of here, I will be the first to taste it.." you moaned when you heard it. "Uh? You like that? Would you like to breastfeed me?" You bit your lower lip, nodding madly and still moving.

Just thinking about it made Eddie even more horny. He brought his hands to your waist, carefully pulling you towards him to begin penetrating you hard. His hips rose and fell quickly, hitting his pubis against your clit and rubbing your tits against his beefy chest.

"I'm going to fill you with my cum again and again..." he moaned as his balls slapped against part of your ass. "Tell me...Who did this to you? Uh? Who put a baby inside you?" He asked, looking lustfully into your eyes while one of his hands caressed your belly.

"You- It was you.." you managed to say with a broken voice, completely overstimulated. Eddie smiled proudly at your words, changing his thrusts for slower but deeper ones.

"That's right, mommy.. You're so good that your fertile womb took my semen the first time.. Good girl." You moaned at his compliments, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Are you going to cum? Mmh?" He asked sweetly, caressing your face as you nodded your head. "Come on, cum for me..." those words were enough for seconds later his cock was wet with your sweet nectar.

Eddie took care of cleaning you, covering you with a blanket and placing you on his chest. Your head was spinning, dazed and in some sort of subspace. He noticed it, caressed your hair and let him slowly put you back together while you listened to his heartbeat.

"Hey, I have to show you something." He spoke to you after a few minutes. You raised your head to look at him, Eddie reached into one of the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a small box. "Remember what I told you the first time..." he stretched out his words, referring to the time he fucked you on that same couch. "What did I tell you?"

You thought for a few seconds before answering. "That you would make me a baby." You responded confidently and Eddie laughed when he heard you. "And that you would make me your wife" You added, remembering the situation even more.

"Very good.." he smiled at you and brought the small box to your hands. "Well, I think it's time to make it official..." you slowly opened the box and found a beautiful ring inside. "Will you marry me?"

[linecoveredinjellyfish]

when i picture carpenter silt verses i am picturing a woman in her late 40s with the same physique as jason voorhees and hair that she's been washing with motel bar soap since she was 18 btw. this woman looks like if a long haul trucker occasionally had to perform ritual self-flagellation. like if a man with a single bottle of dawn dishsoap in his shower was a middle-aged woman who feared neither pain nor death. we're talking dry skin, resting bitch face, and something of the classic slasher villain in her sheer size and resilience. someone who could break an ankle and still not stop trying to kill you with an ax, genuinely frightening.

i believe in scary, gruff, aging women's rights.

[s-oaps]

CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN

[lushrue]

hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader pt 2!

part 2 of this au finally! i'm so glad people like it! comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, already planning pt 3 so there will be more where this came from 💗

your name was announced through the loudspeaker as you skated onto the ice, all covered in sequins and polyester. you’d always thought it was a little bit silly, the conventions around figure skating costumes. that fit that Margot Robbie threw in I, Tonya about the ridiculousness of it? yeah, you’d had a moment like that once or twice. the rough fabric scratched your arms, the glint of the sequins drew focus away from your expressions. but you still felt elegant as you set your mark at center ice, hitting your starting pose in the silence before the music began.

breathe in, breathe out. focus. momentum is everything, remember your character, focus going into your jumps.

in the moment before your routine started, you flicked your eyes up and scanned the crowd. it was something that you’d done ever since your first routine that you took to competition. usually, you were looking for your parents, their smiling faces and the flash of your mom’s digital camera. now, though, it became more curiosity, finding a spot to let your eyes settle when you weren’t looking at the judges’ table. it was then that you saw them. four big, brutish hockey players sat shoulder to shoulder in the stands. the one with the mohawk (soap, you remembered) lifted his hand to wave at you, only for the man beside him (kyle, you guessed from this distance) to swat it down.

the shock must have played out on your face, because you saw price smirk as your music began playing. you let the sound seep into your bones and just like that, it all melted away and you skated.

…

the four of them watched pretty intently for the first few seconds of your routine. price was focused on the placement of your body, how you kept your center of gravity in the middle at all times. he had to admire how precise you were in your movements, like you knew the physics behind all of it. for all he knew, you did. he could tell you were skilled and he liked that about you. talent recognizes talent, or however the saying goes.

kyle was simply admiring your choice of music. Moonlight Sonata, though basic, was like black coffee, he thought. a classic choice that never really got old, but so many things could be added to it to make it new and exciting. and watching you skate to it, he felt like he’d never heard it before. he watched your face more than anything else. you were so expressive, a story playing out in your eyes, and he soaked it all up. it was like reading a novel, and this one was a page-turner.

ghost was watching the lines of your body. it was like you were painting the air as you moved, each flick of the wrist and lift of the leg deliberate and purposeful. it all served to make a pretty picture. every now and again, he’d look at the thin lines your skates left on the ice, the swirls and curves detailing everywhere you’d been. much prettier than the harsh notches he left behind when he stepped out of the rink, he thought. just like you, they were delicate.

soap was far less interested in the artistry or skill of it and more focused on you. the way your hair moved as you spun on the ice, the way your costume clung to your skin. he couldn’t even act as if he wasn’t watching disrespectfully, thinking of what your body might look like under the spandex and sparkles. you lifted your leg and began spinning, and soap thought he might keel over right then and there. ghost nudged him as he adjusted himself on the bench, a silent gesture that told him to behave.

johnny gestured to price behind kyle’s back, getting his attention. “didn’t i tell ya, cap? a right beaut, that one,” he said, earning himself a flick to the head from ghost. price chuckled, turning his attention back to where you were winding up for a jump. two turns in the air and you landed perfectly. he knew you would, you talented thing. “yeah. a beaut,” price responded, a small smile curving his lips.

...

you skated remarkably, in your opinion. it was a relatively simple routine, but with every completed skate, regardless of skill level, came a sense of accomplishment. as you hit your ending pose, you made eye contact with your hockey players in the stands again. ghost’s face was unreadable from this distance, but you caught the pleased expressions of the other three as they clapped for you. soap had a glint in his eyes that spelled mischief and made something in your stomach tighten. kyle was looking at you like the artist you perceived yourself to be, almost how you imagined someone would look at their favorite painting. and price’s face had pride written all over it. you caught an almost imperceptible nod from him, as if to say well done.

you bowed to both sides of the rink and skated off the ice, a performer’s smile on your lips. it wasn’t entirely fake, not like it had been at some competitions. this time, it was born of the idea that four of the men you’d been watching, nay, pining after for a month were finally turning their attentions to you. for the first time in a while, you wondered what someone besides the judges thought of your routine. the worst part was, you needed them to like it. you felt the intense need to please them, keep them coming back for more.

the four of them found you in line for the concessions, grabbing a hot chocolate to soothe your cold bones in between programs. your free skate was coming up next and you knew you’d need a little pick-me-up before then. as you thanked the high schooler who’d poured your drink, you turned to walk away and almost collided with a wall of solid muscle. price, you’d realize as you looked up. “told ya we wanted to see ya, bonnie!” soap’s voice chirped from behind the broad shoulders of the team captain.

you glanced around him, noticing kyle and ghost stood off to the side. kyle was all polite smiles and ghost looked as though he was aware of how much space he was taking up, supremely uncomfortable as people brushed past him. soap was stood off to the other side of price, arms crossed over his chest. then your eyes turned up to the captain himself, feeling a sense of pride radiating off of him. you weren’t sure why; this was a man who barely knew you. but it made your stomach flutter all the same. “good performance you put on out there, love,” he said, the rumble of his baritone voice more compelling when it was directed at you. you’d seen the boys scramble to follow his orders before during a game, but you’d thought it was just his rank on the team. no, you realized, it was definitely the voice.

“thank you,” you replied sheepishly, clutching the warm styrofoam cup in your icy fingers. “i’m glad you all liked it.” kyle spoke up, stepping a bit closer to where you stood. “liked it? i loved it! you’ll have to tell me more about how you choreographed it, the musicality was insane!” “easy, garrick,” ghost’s voice rumbled from where he stood, a bit muffled by the black surgical mask. “don’t wan’ to scare off our pretty bird.” oh, you could get used to that. you spoke up, your eyes flicking between the four of them. “actually, i still have another program to skate.” you hesitated, almost worried you were being too forward. but then you continued. why not live a little, take some risks? “if you all wanted to stay, that is.”

you didn’t have to tell them twice.

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[daytaker]

The Gang Have Bath Time

Or;

Headcanons About Everybody's Bathing Routine (SFW)

Lucifer

He likes his showers either very hot or very cold. For Lucifer, bath time is efficient, precise, and quick; not a drop of water is wasted. His showers last exactly 4 minutes and 38 seconds. In that time he washes his face, shampoos, washes his body, and starts brushing his teeth. Teeth-brushing continues at the sink. There's no reason to waste the space or time between the shower and the sink.

Mammon

Mammon is the kind of guy who forgets he's in the shower because he's belting out the classics and the acoustics in the bathroom are amazing. He never takes less than ten minutes in the shower, and he usually takes over fifteen. He likes hot showers and sometimes just stands under the water enjoying himself for the first five minutes he's in there. He also takes his sweet time after showering to do other important things before he leaves the bathroom, like putting on that face cream Asmo gave him or making funny faces in the mirror.

Leviathan

Levi prefers baths to showers. He likes to get fully immersed in the water. How can you really feel clean otherwise? He isn't picky about the water temperature, though he prefers it not to be especially hot. He sometimes hums or has quiet, one-sided conversations while he's bathing. He often gets distracted daydreaming in the tub, but if anyone knocks and yells at him for taking too long, he'll step on the gas and be out in less than three minutes, glaring daggers at whoever was waiting.

Satan

Satan doesn't like showering, so he does it quickly and not always very thoroughly. Get in, get wet, something something soap, get out. He hates the feeling of having wet hair so much that he let Asmo blow dry it once. (Only once. He didn't make that mistake again.) If he thinks he can get away with skipping a shower, he will.

When he was newly created, he refused to bathe. He would not do it. That looks like it sucks. No thanks. So all of his brothers besides Lucifer and Asmo went on strike and stopped bathing until he couldn't stand it anymore and hopped in a shower. Now he understands why it's necessary.

Asmodeus

Asmo, obviously, spends the most time in the bathroom by a pretty huge margin. Since he has his own bathroom, this doesn't cause problems with his brothers, so he'll spend upwards of an hour luxuriating in a rosewater bath and applying a whole cabinet of skincare products. Not because his skin isn't flawless, but you know what they say: an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of Botox. He's extremely thorough in how he cleans himself, and if you're curious, you can ask him, and he'll give you a blow-by-blow description of the entire process, lingering lovingly on each body part.

Beelzebub

Beel thinks showers are fine, but if he was left to himself, he'd definitely forget to take them half the time. Belphie or Lucifer usually remind him when it's time he needs to shower, then he goes and does it without a complaint.

Beel likes relatively cool showers, and he doesn't spend any unnecessary time in the bathroom. Sometimes he'll forget to shampoo, but who cares, right?

Belphegor

Belphie is very ambivalent about bathing. He's annoyed when he has to do it, but when he does, he'll hole up in the bathroom for an hour and soak in the tub. About 4 out of 5 times, he'll fall asleep, which frustrates Beel because that's how people drown, Belphie. He likes nice, warm baths best, but sometimes he'll take a hot shower when he needs to feel more awake.

Diavolo

Diavolo sings in the shower, loudly and not particularly well. It's a few precious minutes he has to relax over the course of a very stressful day of putting everyone else's needs above his own. His showers would be unbearably hot even for most demons, but for him, they're the perfect temperature to unwind. He doesn't dawdle, but he doesn't force himself to move too quickly either. He appreciates how to most effectively use his time, and a few extra minutes in the bathroom each morning can keep him alive for an extra half hour of work in the evening.

Barbatos

Barbatos is always immaculately clean, but has never been seen to bathe. Scholars are not quite sure how he does it.

Solomon

Solomon forgets to shower fairly often, since he gets distracted by much more important things, like testing out a new incantation or experimenting in the kitchen. He prefers a quick cleanliness spell to a full shower if he thinks he can get away with it, but it's a little like skipping a shower and just applying deodorant; it helps, but how much, really? When he does take a conventional shower, he likes the water to be cool.

Simeon

Simeon showers at the same time every night. He likes the water to be nice and warm, but not hot, and he uses fruit-scented soap and shampoo. His showers take just about five minutes, and he spends the time humming to himself and planning the next day.

Luke

Luke would like you to know that he takes showers, not baths, thank you very much, because he is not a child, but a thousand-year-old celestial entity with enough dignity to clean himself without a rubber ducky by his side. (Doth he protest too much? Probably.)

[sstormyskyess]

Tender Love and Care

author's note: aftercare is probably one of the cutest things in the world so i had to match up some classic types of aftercare with the boys

cw: fluff, implied off-screen sex, massages, cuddling, shared baths/showers

word count: 1200+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [massages]

♡ Ghost is not a very handsy man and never has been; he keeps to himself 90% of the time and even with you the physical contact you share is minimal. It doesn’t bother you, of course, since it’s simply a part of the way he operates.

♡ However, after coming down from the sweet high that you brought each other to, he needs to be close to you. He gets so swept up in the pleasure that he needs something to ground him and having his hands all over you is the perfect solution.

Simon frowns at the quiet groan you let out while his hands massage your stomach, soothing the muscles underneath. “I didn’t go too hard, did I love?” You smile at his concern and hold his wrists, giving them a squeeze. “It’s okay, Si, just a little sore.” You assure him. He hums, still worried but trusting your words regardless.

You sigh happily as you feel Simon’s hands rubbing languid circles into the skin of your thighs, soothing over the bruises he left there unintentionally. His thumbs slowly move down to your calf and bring your ankle up to his lips, kissing it softly. A shiver goes up your spine at the way he stared you down, his eyes trailing down your body with adoration in his eyes.

He places your leg down gently, shifting his attention to your wrists, the anchor he used to hold you in place earlier. Carefully, he pulls you up by your arms and has you sit chest to chest, eyes locked onto your hands, massaging your palms with his thumbs. You watch him kiss each of your knuckles and whisper a quiet, “I love you.”

John “Soap” Mactavish [cuddling]

♡ This man. This man. Soap is absolutely addicted to cuddling, whether he’s the big spoon or small spoon, face-to-face with you, or laying on top of you and vice versa. It doesn’t matter how, he just needs to kiss your skin: cheeks, hands, chest—anything. He also loves it when you kiss the marks you made on each other, reminding him exactly where you paid the most attention to each other.

♡ He whispers sweet nothings to you and tells you how much fun he had and how good you felt and how good you were for him.

After wiping the both of you down with the cold, damp washcloth you’d put on the bedside table, Johnny has you cocooned in your favorite fluffy blanket, holding you close. He tucks your head under his chin and lets you play with the hair on his chest, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips when your fingers start to tickle him a bit. He holds you tight, hands around the small of your back and the back of your head.

You hum and start to wiggle out of his hold. “I gotta go pee really quick,” you mumble into the skin of his neck. A grumble fills his chest when you start moving away, his grip tightening. “Johnny, let go…” You whine, struggling in his hold. He frowns and shuffles to lay on top of you, pushing the air out of your chest with a little ‘oof.’

You worm your arms out from under him and try to pull him off, tugging on his shirt. “Get off!” You squeak, but all you get in return is even more pounds laying on your chest. He laughs and starts covering your face in kisses, a wordless attempt at keeping you right where you were. “Nope, you’re staying right here, dove.” He nuzzles his face against your shoulder.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [snacks/water]

♡ Often, Gaz has already gotten something for you both to drink and snack on while you’re laid up next to each other, watching whatever’s on the TV sitting on your dresser. He knows how much your evening activities can wear you out, so he always wants to replenish your energy before heading to bed.

♡ If he hasn’t prepared anything, he’ll pick you up and carry you to the kitchen with him to keep you close, not wanting to part with you for even a second. He’ll have you wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on the counter while he fills up a bottle with water and cuts up some fruit for the two of you to share.

Kyle’s eyes widen when you grab one of the grapes in his fruit bowl. “Hey!” He pouts while you giggle quietly, a smile on your face. Popping it into your mouth, you look up at Kyle who had his handsome face locked on you with stars in his eyes. You can’t help but bashfully laugh and look away, your cheeks warming under his adoring gaze.

His hand rested under the baggy t-shirt you’d stolen from him, fingers wrapped around your bare hip. You frown when a breath of cold air slips into the blankets when he reaches to the bedside table for his water bottle. “Kyle, come back…” You whine, tightening your hold on him. He laughs and comes back with the bottle, handing it to you before readjusting the blankets. “Drink up, baby.”

You cuddle up closer to him and open it up to take a few gulps of water before handing it back to him. It ends up haphazardly dropped onto the bed sheets when Kyle tosses it aside and leans down to kiss you on the head, on the cheeks, and all over your face. You start to giggle, trying to push him off; then, when you do, you see Kyle with his hand in your bowl of fruit, stealing a grape of his own, much to your dismay.

John Price [showers/baths]

♡ Sex with John can get fairly filthy; he loves making a mess of you and it often ends up with both of you covered in more than just sweat, so cleaning you up is a first priority once you’re done. He’ll wash you ever so gently and clean off anything that tainted your skin over the time you spent under the sheets.

♡ He’s invested in a variety of things to put in the bath, ranging from oils to bath bombs and salts, all in your favorite scents. He loves the feeling of your soft skin after being pampered, running his palms all over you just to feel it.

The bath bomb at the end of the bath has almost fizzled out by now, the bathwater now a light pink. John hovers over you and stares down at your relaxed face, eyes shut with a tiny smile perking up your lips. He chuckles when you press your head into his hands as he caresses you, his nails scrubbing along your scalp gently. You take a deep breath of the lavender oil coating his fingers and exhale, the steam from the bath shifting with your breath.

His hands dipped under the water and ran up your thighs, his fingers gliding across your skin smoothly. “You feel lovely, darling.” His lips brush along your shoulder as he speaks. You smile wide, letting him kiss up your shoulder and neck, all the way to your cheek.

You wiggle a bit when he gets a nice handful of your thighs and squeezes, a small laugh leaving you. You retaliate by reaching back and pinching him on the cheek. He joins in with his own laughter, pulling you closer to him and running his nails up and down your sides, tickling you. You squeal, trying to pull his hands away. “John, the water’s gonna spill out—!”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[keegansshark]

birthday girl cherry here with a wee request about my favorite scot <33 i NEED a little something about birthday sex with soap. preferably nasty, feral fucking 🫣 totally up to you, but i would love it if the piece included face licking, squirting, and elements of a breeding kink :3

love you and your writing!! <333

cw: 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, squirting, dirty talk, spit, face licking, breeding kink, creampie, porn with plot, johnny is very horny (this is a warning in itself)

summary: birthday sex and johnny's a freak

word count: 2.8k

a/n: happy birthday sweet girl <3 love you so much

“I really don’t kno’ why ye dressed up so nicely anyways.”

“Huh?” You nearly choke on the bite of food in your mouth, staring at Johnny incredulously from across the table. “Of course I’d dress up, it’s my birthday dinner.”

“Ah know it is. You look like an angel. And now I’ll have tae tear that pretty little dress off of ye so I can ruin ye.” Johnny sighs, completely nonchalant as your mouth drops open at the bluntness of his words. 

“Johnny. We’re in public.” you hiss, feeling your face heat up as he flashes that classic MacTavish grin at you. You’re very much in public at a very expensive restaurant that he insisted on taking you to, but that doesn’t deter him from running his mouth. In fact, he might even see it as encouraging.

“And?” he counters, beaming brighter when your glare turns more into a warning. “Dinnae act like it’s a mystery on what we’re gonna do tonight.”

“You’re awful, Johnny.” you mutter, downing the last of your water as you lean back in your chair. “Can’t spend one evening without you thinking with the wrong head.”

He hums contently, pleased at the way he riled you up. That was his plan all along. It’s working. “Never did tell me what ye wanted for yer birthday.” He’s quick to switch the subject, knowing it’ll get you even more flustered.

“What I want is for you to have some manners.” The waiter swings by the table to drop off the bill and you thank whoever is watching out for you that Johnny knows enough to keep his mouth closed for just a few moments.

“You wound me, sweetheart.” He mockingly clutches his chest, chuckling when you kick him under the table. “Not my fault that looking at ye makes me think such dirty thoughts all the time.” 

He tilts his head, clearly weighing the consequences of whatever he’s going to say next.

“It’s also not my fault you look so gorgeous I cannae help but imagine all the ways I’m gonna fuck ye.”

You swallow roughly as he tosses a few bills onto the table, quickly standing up to wrap his arm around your shoulders and direct you out of the restaurant.

He leans in while you make the walk to his car, nipping at the shell of your ear and making you gasp. “And if you keep looking like that, I’ll simply have to take ye right in the backseat, bonnie.”

You don’t even make it past the living room. You’re lucky you make it past the front door.

Johnny unceremoniously shoves you onto the couch the second both of you step inside your house, hiking your dress over your stomach and gripping the delicate lace of your panties to fully tear it off of you.

“Och, dinnae act like ye aren’t aware I’ve already bought a couple new pairs for ye.” he scoffs when he’s met with your unimpressed glare. “Besides, I think ye look better this way. Don’t need anything covering up what’s mine.”

Any argument you have against that dies the second he grabs onto your thighs, the rough calluses of his fingers digging into your soft skin as he lifts one leg over his shoulder to bury his head right into your pussy. 

“Yer lucky it’s yer birthday,” he huffs, nose bumping against your clit as he practically drools in between your thighs, his saliva mixing with the slickness you can feel is already coating your cunt. “The way you looked back there, if only ye could’ve seen how hard I was. Wanted tae, fuck, wanted tae pull you right into that restroom, bend you over the sink and fuck ye stupid. Only thing stopping me was wanting to be polite on yer special day.”

“You’re an absolute freak, y’know that Johnny?” you laugh breathlessly before it dissolves into a moan, your hand threading through his mohawk as he presses his lips against your clit and latches on, a few simple sucks making your hips jerk involuntarily.

“I can be worse. So much worse.” He has been worse. Will definitely continue to be worse too, but he’s feeling generous today. It’s evident through the way he noisily laps at your cunt, acting like a man starved as he uses his thumbs to spread your folds and flatten his tongue against them.

“Good thing we didnae have cake yet,” he groans against your pussy, his tongue quickly collecting all the slick of your arousal before he lowers it to press inside your entrance, curling it a few times before lifting his head again. “Got the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in yer pussy right here.”

He stares up at you with those delicate baby blue eyes of his, letting out a moan of his own as your fingers in his hair form a fist and you tug him back up to your clit.  “If only ye could see yourself right now. So beautiful when yer getting yer pussy ate.”

You whimper, grinding against his face as he alternates between suckling and nipping at your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you as you feel yourself rapidly approaching the first orgasm of the night.

“You’re close, aye? Can feel you clenching on my fingers, so fuckin’ greedy.” He leans directly over your clit, opening his mouth as a fat load of spit covers over the swollen bud and his thumb rubs against it to make a sticky mess out of your pussy.  “It’s yer goddamn right to be greedy, especially today. I’m gonna need ye tae cum for me, sweet girl, need to kno’ I’m making ye feel good.”

The filth coming out of his mouth coupled with the way his fingers are thrusting inside of you perfectly are what sends you over the edge, crying out sharply as your fluids drench his face, leaving your thighs trembling against his head as he eagerly uses his tongue to clean up all of your cum left on your pussy.

“Gonna make ye do that again. Makes me lose my fuckin’ mind when you squirt on me like that.” he sighs, leaning back as he wipes the slick glistening on his chin and licks his fingers clean. You immediately prop yourself up to reach for his belt, letting out a low whine when he gently moves your hands away.

“Quit yer fretting, you’ll get my cock. Just not here. Need tae fuck ye proper, cannae do it on a couch. C’mon, love.” Johnny swiftly hooks his arm around your waist to toss you over his shoulder, rolling his eyes and landing a soft smack to your ass when you squirm in his grasp. “Dinnae give me that, I’ll manhandle you any day of the year. Nothing you can do about it.”

You bite back the ‘yes sir’ on the tip of your tongue, not wanting to boost his ego even more as he carries you to your room. “I’m more than capable of walking up some stairs, Johnny.” 

“Won’t be doing any walking once I’m done with ye.” he retorts, kicking open the bedroom door and dropping you onto the bed. “Won’t be doing much of anything if I can help it. If I haven’t fucked ye till yer legs are shaking and yer heads empty then I didnae do my job correctly.”

“Is that a promise?” you ask softly as Johnny moves to unzip your dress, your hands working in tandem to unbutton his shirt, the collar of which is now completely soaked with your juices. 

“It’s a given,” is his short response as he tugs your dress off of you, tossing it to the floor as you finally lose your patience and rip the rest of his buttons open. You let him shrug his shirt off to join your dress on the floor before staring down at the bulge evident in his dress pants.

“Christ, baby,” you mumble, fingers moving swiftly to undo his belt and shove his pants down to his thighs. There’s already a wet patch against his boxers, and you appreciate it as long as you can before you’re pushing them down as well to watch his erection spring up against his stomach. 

His dick is mouthwatering, if you’re being completely honest with yourself. A fat pearl of pre-cum already leaking from his tip, dripping against his abdomen. It must be throbbing, aching at being neglected for so long. 

“I did all that?” you breathe out, wrapping your fingers around the length of his cock to pump up and down slowly. “Just from eating me out?”

“Fuckin’ hell, you do this just from seeing you.” he inhales briskly, staring down at you jerking him off before he softly directs your hand away. “Cannae lie, eating that sweet pussy of yours definitely helped me too.”

He fully tugs down his pants and boxers, kicking them off towards the pile of clothes as he crawls up towards you. 

His mouth is on yours immediately, his middle and ring fingers finding their way back to your pussy and quickly sinking into you. Johnny uses his other hand to guide your head back onto your pillow, allowing his body weight to press you into the mattress as you moan against his mouth. He kisses you sloppily as his lips slot between yours to push his tongue into your mouth and swirl it over yours.

“So pretty, so fuckin’ pretty, baby. My pretty girl.” he croons, his lips trailing down to your neck, practically panting as his tongue laps at your pulse point. “Ye drive me crazy. Every time I fuck ye I’m thinking about when I get to make you cum again. Yer always on my mind, I swear tae you.”

His words being both simultaneously dirty and praising make your head spin, and at first it barely registers that his mouth is moving from your neck.  “Johnny, fuck…” you groan, nose scrunching as he drags his tongue across your cheek and leaves a trail of spit in it’s path. “You’re no better than a dog.”

“Can bark if ye want.” he grunts in response, not giving you any warning before spitting against your lips and smearing it around with the tip of his tongue. “Sorry, baby, need my mouth on you. Look so fuckin’ good under me.”

You’d let him do anything to you if he keeps fucking you like this, even if it’s just his fingers for now, and you have to admit that his tongue feels as good against your face as it does against your pussy. His hand that isn’t currently filling out your cunt moves to your shoulder, pinning you down as he licks all over your face, making your skin coated with his saliva.

Johnny pumps his fingers inside you a few more times, the squelching audible before he slowly pulls them out of you. You whimper at the sudden emptiness before throwing your head back against the pillow at the feeling of his cock grinding against your folds, the sensation making your pussy flutter around nothing. 

“Please… please, Johnny.” you cry out, rocking your hips back and forth desperately in an attempt to get any friction possible.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he murmurs as he grips his cock, tapping the head against your clit and slathering your slick all over it. “Birthday girl still has to use her words.” 

“Please fuck me already.” you whine, your nails digging into his biceps as you spread your legs wider around his hips. “Need you to fuck me, please.”

“Never get tired of hearing that.” He drags his cock against your pussy a few more times to gather up as much wetness as he can before finally pressing himself into you. You feel your cunt stretching around his girth to accommodate him, his tongue and his fingers having prepped you well but never enough for how thick he is.

His thrusts start slow and gentle, but Johnny isn’t a patient man, nor does he feel like holding himself back tonight. He lifts his leg up to reposition himself, before completely pounding his cock into you. It’s almost animalistic the way he loses himself in you, making you cling to him as your thoughts are consumed solely by Johnny and the way he’s making you feel. You breathe heavily, forcing your eyes open as you stare up at him.

Johnny looks as ravished as you feel; mohawk tousled from your fingers running through it and damp from sweat, his pupils blown out you almost can’t see the blue behind them. The thick, rough pads of his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as he fucks you without hesitation, pushing himself as deep as he’s able to he watches the way your cunt keeps sucking him back in.

You feel him everywhere, his cock spearing you open while one of his hands moves to grope your breast, rolling your nipple between the pad of his thumb and his pointer finger. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he uses the opportunity to spit directly into your mouth, feeling it coat your tongue as you make eye contact while you swallow.

That must’ve set something off in him, because you’re instantly rewarded with him fucking you so perfectly it makes you see stars. “Just like that, Johnny! Right there, right-”

He cuts you off as he grips your hips harder to angle himself deeper, the head of his cock hitting the spongy spot inside of you perfectly. “Yeah, yeah, I kno’. Right there. Acting like I don’t kno’ yer pussy inside an’ out, like I haven’t made this pretty pussy my fuckin’ home.”

He leans down, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Think ye forgot I practically molded yer cunt to my liking, bonnie.” he whispers, his hips smacking against your ass with another thrust as if to prove his point. “Believe me, pretty girl, there’s nothing about you I haven’t memorized yet. And that includes all the ways I get tae make ye cum.” 

His hand moves from your breast to your stomach, gently kneading your skin as he continues to pump into you. “Wanna cum inside ye. Figured out what tae get you as yer gift.” He meets your eyes as he rubs soft circles against your stomach, smirking as he feels you clench down on him. “Yeah? Wanna have my baby? I’ll make you a mama, don’t even have tae ask.”

You don’t have it in you to reply, your mind feeling fuzzy as you feel the pressure build up inside you again. “Johnny, I’m so close, so so close, I can’t…” you pant, your senses nearly overwhelmed from all the pleasure Johnny’s making you feel.

“I kno’, love. It’s a lot, aye? S’okay, you can be good for me and cum.” he coos, his hand going from your stomach to above your pussy, his thumbing working roughly against your clit.

You arch your back against the mattress with a mewl, his cock and his thumb on your clit working together to send you over the edge. He holds you steady as you squirt for the second time, your juices soaking over the dark curls trailing up his stomach and at the base of his cock. 

Johnny fucks you through your orgasm, his own following shortly behind yours. He dips his head to the crook of your neck, sighing out your name as his hips stutter and he finishes inside you, hot ropes of semen coating your pussy as his thrusts slowly slow down. He keeps his cock where it is, allowing his cum to be plugged up in your cunt.

He collapses on top of you, panting and trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. He wraps his arms around your waist, cuddling you tightly as he looks down at you with love in his eyes.

“So good to me. Happy birthday, my girl.” Johnny murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he cradles you against him, your chests rising and falling in unison. “Love you so much. You have a good time tonight?”

“I love you too.” you smile warmly, catching your breath as your lips meet his. “I’m having a great time, Johnny, all thanks to you.” You try to lift yourself up from under him, before feeling his grip against you tighten ever so slightly.

“Where do ye think yer going, bonnie?”

“Don’t you need to take a breather?” you ask quietly, your confusion evident as he shakes his head and guides you back down against the mattress.

“Dinnae think for a second that I’m done with you.” he grunts, pulling his cock out just enough for you to feel his cum run down your thighs and onto the bed sheets before he thrusts into you again.  “I’ll make this a birthday to remember.”

[barefoothighlander]

cards on the table - i

summary: soap and ghost place bets on who can sleep with you first

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader x john ‘soap’ mactavish

warnings: mdni (18+), mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, objectification, sexting, ooc!ghost

a/n: I’m sorry this idea would NOT leave my brain, this is shameless fulfillment of my own sick mind, not proofread

masterlist

Your throat burns with the sting of liquor, a warmth beginning to spread across your skin as your hand is pulled by your friend Mia, dragging you towards the small dancefloor. The pub you had chosen to visit wasn’t renowned for being a place of large gatherings that required grand movements but you made it work, swinging around the floor to some old classic rock song you had heard before but couldn’t remember the lyrics to, laughing to yourself when you’d trip slightly over your own feet. You were visiting Mia in England, she lived there while you remained back home in North America, you hold her at arm's length, smiling before pulling her in for a hug that almost sends the both of you tumbling to the ground, your back colliding with a man behind you causing him to spill his drink a little.

You turn to him, “I’m so sorry, it was an accident please, let me buy you another” you plead to which he simply responds with a sod of through gritted teeth, whispering a quiet alright then to yourself before turning back to Mia, the two of you consumed in a fit of laughter, you rest your hands on her shoulders,

“God I’ve missed you”

She smiles, pulling you tight to her frame. “I’m gonna get another drink,” she says as you nod, watching her leave you alone on the dancefloor. You glance around the pub, not failing to notice two pairs of eyes practically burning a hole into you, you turn away quickly, moving to leave the floor but your path is blocked by a group of men standing shoulder to shoulder, you try to pardon yourself but the music is too loud, it’s no use, defeated you turn back around and walk the other way, trying to ignore the way the men's gaze follows you, you seat yourself at a booth near the back of the pub.

“Steamin’ Jesus LT, look at that lass” Soap nudges his head towards you, hips swaying on the dancefloor.

“She’s nothing special” Ghost states,

Johnny sighs, “Not that one” He grabs Ghost's shoulder, directing his focus toward you and pointing, “That one”

Ghost’s mind freezes, his eyes glued to you, you’re practically glowing under the lights, carelessly dancing to the music like it was just you in the room.

“Think I could get a shag outta her?” Soap asks, smirking to himself

Ghost turns to him, “Not on your life Sargeant”

“Ah, you want that one all to yourself? How about a bet?”

Ghost mulls it over for a minute, eyes falling back to you as your smile beams from your laughter, fuck it. “What’d you have in mind, Johnny”

Soaps grins, “Even playing field, first to get her in bed wins”

“You’re on”

You’re twiddling your thumbs, waiting for Mia to return before your eyes flick up, landing on his form as he slides into the other side of the booth.

“Hi, couldna help but notice your friend leaving you all alone”

You scrunch your brows, “No she's-” You lean your head beside the booth as you watch Mia's form grow further away, arms linked with a man “-right, there” you laugh a little.

“You’re quite the dancer” Soap says

Your cheeks flush with heat, your hands moving to cover your face, “You saw that, so embarrassing” you say shaking your head.

“Nah, it was sexy”

You pull your hands down slightly, eyes locking onto his,

“I’m Johnny,” he says extending a hand toward you, you take it with your own, introducing yourself. “So how’d a pretty girl like you end up here”

You stifle a laugh, “You use that line on all the girls?”

“Only the good-looking ones,” He says winking, forcing a huff of laughter from you. “I’m serious, we dinnae get many girls like you around here”

“I can tell,” you say, glancing over to see Ghost sitting alone at his table, a glass of whiskey in hand as he watches you like a hawk, it sends shivers down your spine.  You turn back and Johnny is ordering drinks for the two of you, “You like scotch?”

“I do, it doesn’t like me though,” you say and he smiles. The two of you sit having small talk for a few minutes before you feel your drinks catch up to you.

“I’m just gonna step outside for some air, s’to stuffy in here” You smile at Soap and make your way out, desperate for a breath. The cold air hits you, cooling the heat of your skin, you turn to move against the outer wall before colliding into a firm obstacle, eyes on the ground you see feet,

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was-” Your head tilts up, high as you focus on his skull-clad face, “-going”. He stares down at you, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth before he pulls his mask back down, your body is frozen and he extends a hand down to help you up, cheeks flushing a bright pink as you realize the position you were just in, knees on the pavement in front of his looming figure, you accept his hand pulling you upright with minimal effort as you brush the dirt from your clothes.

“Your friend is in the bar”

“We aren’t friends” he states, watching your expression grow flat, “We just work together”.

You mouth a silent oh, turning to face the empty streets, “M’sorry if he was bothering you, he gets that way”

“Oh no, not bothering, he’s pretty funny actually”

Simon huffs, he’s not.

“You aren’t from here” 

“Everyone seems to notice that, do I have ‘not English’ plastered on my back”

He laughs, “No s’just, you don’t look like you belong here”

You tilt your head in question.

“You’re very pretty is what I’m trying to say”

You giggle a little, feeling that familiar heat flush your cheeks, “You know if you’re trying to pick up girls, you might want to lose the mask”

“Yea maybe,” he says, pulling out another cigarette, lifting his mask to his nose before lighting it, you’re focused on his lips, plush and pink, his jawline firm.

“See something you like love?”

A nervous smile creeps up on your face, turning away to hide the tint of your cheeks as Simon smiles to himself, enjoying how easily flustered you get.

“You should probably head back into Johnny, I’m sure he’s missing you”

“I’m fine right here,” you say, eyes closing as you inhale the scent of the fresh air.

Simon nods, the two of you maintaining a comfortable silence before it’s interrupted by the swinging of the door.

“There you two are, leavin' me to drink alone,” he says

“Sorry, was just talking to.. uh-”

“Simon,” he says

“-Simon” you smile at him

“Well let’s go, plenty of chats to have inside” Soap urges you inside

“Actually I’m gonna head home, it’s getting late,” you say

“Well at least give me your number,” Soap says, extending his phone toward you, you grab it punching in your number before glancing up, noticing Simon's narrowed eyes. You hand the phone back, making your goodbyes as you walk away, the two men keeping a close watch on your figure as you leave.

“I think you should pay up now LT” Soap jokes, shaking his phone in Ghost's direction, Simon simply pushes off the wall, walking down the street,

“Was it something I said?” Soap shouts, eyes running over the numbers on his screen, I win this time Ghost.

Within a minute of entering Mia’s flat where you were staying your phone lit up, a new number illuminating your screen,

lovely meeting you, what are your plans for the week? x

You bite your lip, no doubt it was Johnny but you weren’t sure how you felt about meeting up with some stranger you’d gotten drunk with. You wait a few minutes before answering, deciding to mess with him a little to see what he wanted,

Sorry? Who’s this?

Immediately three dots pop up,

You’re cute lass I’ll give you that, how about coffee tomorrow morning? x

You mull it over, coffee seemed innocent enough,

See you then.

You decided against giving i’m your address incase it turned out that he was some psychotic killer.

The rest of your night consisted of a warm shower to try and sober up while you scrounged up whatever leftovers Mia had in the fridge, she hadn’t come back yet which meant she would definitely call you at 7am to pick her up from some guy's house.

The clock neared 1am, you weren’t tired yet considering most of your nights spent drinking ended closer to 4 in the morning, you settled into the couch with your plate of leftovers and flicked through tv channels, landing on reruns of some old English show.

You were halfway through your food when you heard a knock at the door, immediately assuming something like your friend had gotten arrested, to your surprise it wasn’t a policeman there when you opened it, it was Simon.

“How did you know where I lived?” You asked glancing around him in case he came with others.

“Friend of a friends”

“We’ll that’s creepy”

“Sorry, didn’t really think this through” He laughs, you fight the smile that creeps on your lips but you can’t help it, the way his eyes crease when he smiles, his hand nervously scratching at the back of his head.

“Did you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, thanks”

He makes his way in glancing over the decor of the flat,

“It’s my friends place, I’m just staying here while I visit”

“You don’t live here?”

“No, always wanted to but home is where the yankees are”

He huffs a laugh at your joke, “How long are you staying”

“Just a month”

“That’s it? barely any time at all”

“Yea well, not a lot keeping me here I guess”

“Is there a lot keeping you back home?”

His question takes you by surprise, you’d never thought about it, “Hm I guess not”

He moves around the room, sitting on the couch as you move to sit beside him.

“Love this show” He says

“Never seen it”

He looks at you surprised, “Right well now we have to watch it from the start”

You giggle thinking he’s joking but he grabs the remote and starts the series from the pilot.

The two of you settle in, the comfortable silence between you broken a few times when one of you laughs, you can feel his eyes on you as you watch, his stare making you nervous. He gets comfy, leaning back against the cushions and sliding an arm behind your head, you’re apprehensive but decide to lean your temple against his shoulder as the tv plays.

A few times he’d have to explain a joke to you as you weren’t up on English slang and a lot of their words made no sense to you, he liked it, talking to you about his home, maybe subconsciously influencing you to stay a bit longer than a month. It was strange, a handful of times he and Soap would have bets like this but rarely did Ghost ever care, usually letting Soap win even though it meant hearing about it for weeks, but this felt different, Ghost was drawn to you, something about you intrigued him beyond sexual gratification, the truth was he’d probably kill Soap if he laid a hand on you, be he couldn’t let him know that.

The hours you spent cuddled into Simon left your eyes tired, struggling to stay open, he must have noticed your fatigued state as he pulled himself from the couch and leaned down to pick you up,

"Hey, woah"

"S'alright, just moving you from the couch"

A small oh escapes your lips as you direct him to your room, he lays you down softly on the mattress,

"I should probably go then"

He watched as you nod at him, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, this action takes you aback, just a tender touch from such a large, scary man, a complete juxtaposition. You can't fight the sleep that takes over your body, he waits for a moment making sure you're comfortable before taking your phone and adding his number then making his way out.

You're dragged from your sleep in the early morning by the buzzing of your phone, screen flashing Johnny's name, you rub your eyes and reach for it.

"Good morning lass"

"Morning Johnny" You mumble

"Rough night?"

You think for a minute, the opposite really.

"There's a small shop a few blocks from the bar we were at, meet you there in half an hour?"

You silently curse yourself for agreeing to join him, not because you didn't like him, but more on the side of wanting to sleep in.

"Sure, see you soon," You say hanging up the phone

You get out of bed and do your best to make yourself look presentable, your late-night taking a toll on your skin, quickly splashing some cold water on it before running a comb through your hair. The weather was warm enough to wear a dress, the breeze outside kissing your bare legs as you stepped out.

You walked the few blocks to the cafe and your eyes set on him, standing out front.

“Bonnie” He greets

“How are you?”

“Better now” He jokes, handing you a small coffee, “Didn’t know what you liked, thought this was safe”

You thank him with a smile, taking a sip of the drink before the two of you make your way down the street. He points around at a few things, giving you the history of old buildings, recalling a few stories from his time spent in the city.

As you walk the uneven ground takes its toll, your foot slipping on a rock as you trip forward, his arms reach to grab at your waist, steadying you.

“Careful now”

You huff a breath, standing back up, he keeps his hand settled at the base of your spine as you walk in tandem. You find a small park and sit down on one of the benches, admiring the scenery. You realize quickly that Johnny loves to talk, you like it, enjoying the simple conversation as you feel a small buzz from your purse, excusing yourself you open the bag and grab your phone, the screen lit up with Simon's name and a picture linked.

“Anything important?”

“No just” You cut yourself off as you open the picture, it’s him in the mirror, he’d just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and body glistening with droplets, the only thing covering his modesty a thin white towel that leaves little to the imagination, your heartbeat races and your cheeks blush.

“You alright?” His question brings you back, turning your phone off and shoving it back into your bag,

“Yea just my friend Mia, she needs me to pick her up”

“Oh, alright, I’ll walk you back”

You smile at him as the two of you make your way back to the flat, somewhere along the way he grazed his fingers over yours, sneaking his palm over yours and holding it there, the gentle touch prompting butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

You reach the flat and he walks you over to your car, hand still in yours.

“I’d like to see you again while you’re here,” He says, confidence suddenly disappearing

“I’d like that too” You stare at him for a second, acting on impulse you lean in and kiss his cheek and he huffs a nervous laugh at the action. He runs his thumb over your hand,

“I’ll call you?”

You nod in response, your bottom lip tucked under your teeth slightly as you bid him goodbye. You watch him walk away, your smile dropping from your face as you reach into your bag grabbing your phone, opening it and clicking on Simons contact, it rings a few times before he answers,

“Hello?”

“What the hell was that?”

“You didn’t like it?” He’s cocky, even his voice gives that away, you feel butterflies swarm in your stomach as heat rises to your cheeks.

“What if I was in public”

“Were you?”

“Ah- yes matter of fact I was, with Johnny”

“Hmm”

“I don’t know what to say to you but just know I’m mad at you”

“You sound cute when you’re mad”

“Simon” You warn

“What are you up to tonight”

“I’m busy”

“Too busy to hangout with me?”

“Yes”

“You’re a bad liar love, I’ll pick you up at 8”

He hangs up the phone before you can oppose, huffing a breath to yourself you walk into the flat.

“Hey lady” Mia’s voice rings through the room,

“Hey I thought I was gonna come pick you up”

“Didn’t need to, Eric drove me back”

“Oh Eric, is he nice”

“No, but he’s so hot”

You giggle at her expression, never the one to choose a so-called good guy.

“So what about you, I saw you sitting with that guy last night”

“Johnny”

“Johnny, and? Is he good in bed”

“I wouldn’t know”

“Seriously? He looked totally into you?”

“We went for coffee this morning, I like him, I mean he’s sweet, definitely a flirt but sweet but..”

“But what” Mia leans in, intrigued by your words

“His friend Simon, he put me to bed last night”

“You slept with his friend!”

“No oh my god, no, he just showed up here after the bar, we ate and then he literally carried me to bed and just left”

“So like, he tucked you in?”

“I guess”

“Huh, never had that happen before”

“It’s weird right?”

“Not sure, but it does look like you’ve got two friends who both want a piece of you”

You hadn’t even thought about that part, two guys, both friends, who both want to take you out on dates.

“Lucky me” You sigh

“C’mon, let’s eat”

Mia makes dinner while you clean up, watching television for a few hours and gossiping about her new friend, you move to your room to change for your date with Simon.

“You leaving?”

“Yea Simon’s picking me up in a few”

“I’m sorry, you’re going on a date with both on the same day”

“He didn’t exactly give me time to say no”

Her mouth falls open as she laughs, “Oh you’re in trouble, babe”

You laugh at her joke, hearing a quick knock on the door and widening your eyes to Mia who does the same. She moves around the room, racing in front of you to open it, her eyes landing on Simon's large form.

“How can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m here for”

“I know who you’re here for, what do you want with her?” Mia grows stern, Simon stutters a little.

“Alright, leave him be”

You nudge her aside, stepping out of the house and walking down the front stairs.

“I want her home before 10! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Mia yells before closing the door.

“Is she always like that?” Simon asks, opening the passenger side door for you,

You step into the truck, “Always”

You drive down a few roads, listening to the radio as Simon pulls up into a small parking spot and turns the engine off. You look out the front window, there’s a small beach in your eye line, the waves lapping on the shore as the sun lowers over the horizon.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit”

“Neither did I” He replies, getting out of the car before circling to open your door, you quirk your brow at him and he just grabs your hand, urging you along. The two of you walk down the beach, your shoes in your hand as the water tickles your feet.

“So you were born here?”

“In Manchester yeah, moved around a bit with the army but home's always been here”

“That sounds nice”

“What?”

“Home, I guess I never really felt that”

“You don’t like living in America?”

“It’s okay, I just feel like I’ve experienced everything I need to there”

He nods in agreement, “Well I’m sure England would love to see you stay, for completely unselfish reasons of course”

“Oh of course” You giggle, “Can I ask a question?”

“Why do I wear the mask”

“Yeah”

“There’s a few reasons, mostly I’ve just grown attached to it over the years, plus it hides my strikingly handsome face from prying eyes”

You giggle, “So you don’t usually take it off?”

“Only if I really want to”

You give a small hum in response, “Did you want to swim?”

“Thought you said you didn’t bring a suit?”

“I didn’t” You tease, moving quicker in front of him as you drop your shoes, your arms moving to pull your dress above your body, leaving you in only your bra and panties. You glance back at Simon who’s awestruck, his hand dramatically clinging to his chest before he follows you, his own clothes thrown in a trail as he makes his way into the water. You look back at him wading towards you, smiling to yourself as you can see his face, he had removed his mask something about the action making your heart wrench before he pounced on you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as you’re taken in a fit of laughter.

“It’s beautiful,” You say, staring out at the vast body,

“Sure is,” He says, his chin resting against the top of your head

“So what happens when Johnny finds out you took me on a date”

“Ha, more like what happens when he finds out you got me naked in the ocean”

You release a small gasp, splashing him with water

“S’alright, I doubt he’ll be mad,” He says.

You push at him jokingly but he grips your wrists, his body lowering down before his arm collides with your stomach, lifting you from the water and throwing you over his shoulder. You’re screaming and giggling, legs flailing as your hands softly press against the skin of his back.

“Put me down!”

He just laughs in response, your efforts pointless as he walks your bodies to the shore before placing you down, your arms lock around his neck pulling him to the ground beside you. Your legs move to straddle his hips.

“I win”

“This time,” He says, his hands moving to rest on your bare thighs, you huff a laugh and quickly realize the position you're in, your cheeks heating up before you scurry off him, reaching an arm down to help him up. You’re breathless as you help lift him, his arm snaking around your waist as the two of you collect your clothes from the sand, dusting them off before making your way to the truck.

The air inside the car was warm, a mixture of the heat from your skin and your elated state, Simon rolls the windows down to cool off, the air breezing through his hair as his palm is on your thigh again. You stare quietly out the window as he pulls into your street, turning the engine off and moving around the car to open your door,

“Why thank you” You smile

He nods, taking your hand in his as he walks you to the door, you’re face to face, eyes staring up at him as his free hand clenches his balaclava, you stand on your toes, pulling him in for a kiss, he moves to cup your jaw keeping you close to him.

You pull back, “Goodnight Simon”

He tucks a damp strand behind your ear, “Goodnight love”