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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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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.

#fwb!soap #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap x reader #soap x y/n #soap x you #soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #mw2 #call of duty #rachel speaks

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bonobochick · 2 months

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When 2 of my faves on different soaps meet & hook up.

Elite's Ivan spent some time in South Africa in S4 of Blood & Water and had fun with Puleng. 💋 🥂 🪷 🌺

(I enjoyed it for what it was, a fun fling that was mostly unproblematic and angsty especially compared to their other romantic relationships. They didn't try to make it more than it was considering Ivan's limited time at Parkhurst but they definitely found something special and appreciated in each other. Good chem too.)

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 months

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Oof. I know it’s gonna be awhile anyway bc of work but I’m still writing & always thinking, planning-

Recently I’ve been getting more into Johnny and John and Gaz and 😭 idk what turned me off of Keegan and maybe it’s the way everybody’s been hating König (or the fact that I fell in love with Vlad 🙊) but

Now I just keep thinking about changing the original plot of possibly taking it from (spoilers! kind of?) Solely having Simon and Reader be FWB, her falling, getting crushed, then the two of them distancing for awhile as she simultaneously falls for König who’s actually what she wants and is looking for, but Simon fell harder and now actually sees what he wants, which is her.

But then I also had Keegan too and that was a little side drama but I don’t think that needs to change. Can still happen.

But now I’m thinking of changing it and 😭 rip. I have too many ideas. Like because (this is actually spoilers but bc of setup) Soap would overhear regardless of changes or not Simon & Reader together. But what if he gets jealous and doesn’t just wanna be friends with reader? What if he wants some, too? What if he’s actually a better match with reader than König is? 😭 What if he screws up by trying to make the FWB he has with reader, (which she also has one with Simon too) more than it is, without talking about it and she runs to König. Maybe she thinks she wants König and he falls for her, but maybe… maybe it’s Johnny who actually makes her a better person. Maybe as much as he enrages her and makes her laugh, and cry, and swoon… maybe he’s the one she loves. Idk.

Now I’m so torn 😭 like fucking RIP. Because at this point and with the other ideas going off in my brain last night it was gonna be a whole COD universe fic bc 🤷‍♀️ wth. Like alright. Already was gonna be messy ash w just the triangle and tiny square going on but… a pentagon is… unfathomable. Ridiculous. Unacceptable. Unbelievable and ludicrous. Not happening. No way. No sir-ee. Not in my house. In my story. Like oof.

I really don’t know what way to take it and I just am dying and wish I had someone to bounce board the ideas off 😭❤️🥺

#this is about my series-#trials & triumphs #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #not queued #thoughts #writing #writing struggles #relationship dynamics #fwb #tropes

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roraruu · 1 year

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YOTO: April

Ignatz/Dorothea. Canon divergence/“no I’m not dating your brother”.

Derdriu was the last place Ignatz thought he’d ever seen Dorothea Arnault.

It was a momentary glance, as he left a client’s business on behalf of his parents. The gold jingled in his pockets, hitting against his thigh. His eyes trained to the ground, he focused on the salty, sour scent of the nearby sea, the cool winter air, the sounds of merchants advertising their wares and people passing and—

The softest, sweet tone took to the air. He listened harder. He knew that voice.

“Dorothea?”

A pair of jade eyes looked back at him, pleading and overjoyed.

“Ignatz?”

—

Dorothea is as charming and bewitching as she was in the academy. And she eats—her manners impeccable and conduct befitting of a lady—like she hasn’t seen food in a month.

The restaurant is warm and bustling. After noticing the cut of the dress Dorothea wore and her pale complexion, Ignatz requested a table closest to the hearth and speedily ordered a pot of tea.

She is all graces and thank yous, gentle inclines of her head in which her bangs fall into her eyes and she continuously pushes it behind her ears to stay away from her lovely mouth.

She explains, between a delicate sip of her tea that she had helped with the dispersal of the Enbarr Opera House and the Mittelfrank Opera Company, her alma mater.

“I wanted to help people.” She murmurs. “But…”

“I understand.” Ignatz says as another bowl of bread arrives, and with it another refill of the teapot with hot water..

“My finances aren’t exactly liquid. I managed to find a way from Enbarr to here. Bern was kind enough to convey me, without her father’s knowing, but she couldn’t come with me.”

“Why the Alliance?” Ignatz finds himself asking.

Dorothea’s face takes on a grave countenance. “I love Edie… Loved. But I cannot stand by while she murders innocents.” She says softly. “And the Kingdom did not seem much better.“ She forces, what he expects was to be a chipper giggle, but it’s a defeated chuckle. “I’d probably freeze passing over the border.”

“So you came here.”

“I had the pleasure of taking tea with Claude once or twice, and unfortunately, Lorenz too. They made this place sound beautiful.”

“It is quite breathtaking.” He says, glancing out the far-off window. If he squints, he can catch a glimpse of the grey sea.

“I crossed the Bridge of Myrddin and came here. Most of my funds are gone, but…” She forces a smile. “I’m here.”

“Are you going to stay with Claude?”

“My housing situation is… it isn’t fixed.”

“Well then you must stay with us.”

“Us?”

Ignatz nods. “My family.” He explains. “My brother is studying beneath my father to inherit the business—the Victor Trading Company—and he sends me out on small jobs.” He makes himself sound brighter. “Like today. I had just finished a commission before crossing paths with you.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

“Dorothea,” Ignatz says firmly. She meets his gaze. He notices that she’s grown thinner, her face pale. “I must insist.”

She heaves a sigh, reaches across the table and pats his hand. He feels his face heat. “At least… At least let me ask.”

Ignatz smiles. “Whatever you please.” He agrees and encourages her to take the last sweet bun.

***

A plan is worked out over steaming cups of tea. It takes a little lying—but with Ignatz’s newfound confidence—it is nothing more than a bent truth.

With his cut from the commission, he puts Dorothea up in an inn for the evening—specifically the Kristen Cottage run by his best friend, Raphael. When the jovial brawler sees Dorothea and Ignatz he pulls her into a bear hug and twirls her around. His little sister, Maya, almost drops her dishes upon seeing the famed Mystical Songstress herself.

Raphael closes the tavern, insists that Ignatz stay for a drink while Maya helps Dorothea upstairs and tends to her. They talk, and when Dorothea returns, she relays her story to the Kirsten siblings. At the end, Raphael asks the crucial question:

“So, what happens now?”

“Well, Raphie, that’s where you come in.” She says. “I need work. Have you any need for entertainment? I can sing, dance, I’ll even help in the kitchen!”

“But what about…” Ignatz falls silent as Dorothea grabs his hand beneath the table.

“Of course we do!” Maya exclaims happily.

“My, Grandpa hasn’t approved—”

Maya turns back to Raphael—she’s tinier than him but just as loud. “Raph! A former opera star in our joint? That would drag! The! Customers! In!”

Dorothea smiles softly. “It would…” she says. “I remember all of my best roles!”

Maya turns to Dorothea, eyes wide. “R-Really? Oh, even as Marguerite?” She asks. “She’s my favourite one of your roles… The songs were all so sad, I cried buckets!”

“Well I hope you have a pail,” says Dorothea with a wink. “if Raphie has me, I’ll sing them all for you.”

“Please?” Maya whines.

Raphael gives in. “Alright, of course.” He says. “But we can only put you up for a while. It’s sorta packed in here tonight. You could stay with us, we’re downstairs in the basement.”

Dorothea’s eyes grew glassy. “It’s more than I could’ve ever hoped for. Thank you Raphael.”

As the night drew to a close, Ignatz begins to say his farewells, promising to check-in on them the following day. Dorothea, unexpectedly, throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight.

“Thank you Ignatz. For everything.” She whispers softly.

He feels himself blush again and promises anything for her.

Over the course of the next few days, in between Dorothea working tirelessly as the new—and showstopping headliner for the Kirsten Cottage—and Ignatz’s own duties keeping up client communications and other duties, they met a few times in the warm tavern.

It was after close and Ignatz comes for a sole glass of wine. Dorothea sits beside him, humming softly under her breath.

“Do you still draw?”

His ears grow hot. Guiltily, he replies. “W-When I have a moment of privacy, yes. But those moments are few and far between.”

“That’s sad.”

He remains quiet. “It must be gratifying to do what you love as a career.”

“I mean, look where it got me.” Dorothea muses. “Getting into Enbarr during the military lockdown was a nightmare, and then to break up my family… It was hell.”

Ignatz inclines his head. “I’m sorry Dorothea. I should’ve been more prudent.”

“It’s fine.” She says before tapping her nails across the table. “But…”

He looks at her encouragingly. She leans closer, glancing towards the kitchen where the Kirsten siblings clean up for the night. “Somedays I wished I never sang at all.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm.” She nods. “It’s… I love it, but constantly singing over and over… It takes all the meaning out of it.”

“But you do what you love.” He asks, surprised.

“Yes, and I get tired of it.” Dorothea says before hastily adding, “but I’m eternally grateful to Raphael and his family for giving me the work… I just wish… I wish I weren’t so tired of singing.”

“You…” Ignatz murmurs before meeting her gaze. “And it isn’t like you can afford to take a break.”

“No.” She confirms. “Unless I make up a paycheque in another way.”

Silence falls between the two.

“I still… I can’t believe you don’t love singing anymore.”

“I do it so much, the joy is stripped from it.” She confesses quietly to him.

The words stalk him all the way home and up to his room where he gazes at his painting tools before succumbing to sleep.

***

Ignatz’s mother—Cressida—and his younger sister a year his junior named Celeste—are more shocked when he says he’s met someone.

Cressida’s eyes widen and she lowers her teacup very quickly. Ignatz has always known his mother to be refined and ladylike: calm, quiet, watchful. He feels her brown eyes—the only thing he got from her—on him as Celeste prods him.

“A lady friend?” She smirks, at the age of 19, and still as annoying as she was at seven. “When do I buy a new parasol and lace and welcome a sister?”

Quickly, he insists, “She’s an old friend from Garreg Mach.” Ignatz explains, watching Celeste’s mischievous look.

“Probably some baron’s daughter. You could do worse, I suppose, Brother.”

“She’s passing through Derdriu.”

“Where to?”

“Gloucester. She will be singing for the Count and his son.”

Cressida studies her son’s face. He’s gotten too good with lying; for years, he’d fidget with his hands or look away… A small tic that would render him guilty. “She is a singer?” She inquires.

“Formerly of the Mittelfrank Opera Company.”

Cressida looks intrigued. “Oh. I recall seeing the company when they were in Derdriu before the war and when you were at the Academy.”

“You would have missed her. She was one of my classmates.”

Cressida remains silent.

“So why’s she talking to you?” Celeste prods. “If she’s some big opera star…”

“She confessed that she always enjoyed my company.” He lies. “And I enjoyed hers, so we have spent a little time together.”

Celeste smirks, then murmurs under her breath, “here comes the bride…”

“Celeste.” Cressida says quietly. Celeste stops humming and turns back to her eggs which are now cold.

Her brown eyes fall on Ignatz, encouraging him to go on.

“I would like host her for a meal.“

“Very well.” Cressida agrees. “Your father and Atticus will be dining out tonight, so bring her around.”

Ignatz tenses. The plan was to have both his father and brother around. Without him, his mother will never offer accommodations, at least not without a push.

So Ignatz, for the first time in his life, pushes.

“Might she stay the night?” He asks, his face reddening. Celeste’s eyes go wide as if she’s about to snort at him. “I would like her to meet Father.”

Cressida narrows her gaze on him. “Why?”

“I think they would get along, Mother.”

Cressida pauses, sips her tea and then acquiesces. “Very well. Bring her to the manor at five and no later.”

***

If there was ever any doubt as to Dorothea’s charms, it was dispelled in the moment she met Cressida.

Ignatz had always known his mother—like his father—as hard-to-please, but Dorothea was the most satisfying creature to her ever. Even Atticus, who had always been her favourite, was quickly forgotten when Dorothea engaged her in conversation.

As Celeste serves the coffee, she murmurs to Ignatz, “Okay, maybe I doubt you, but never again.” She promises. “She’s gorgeous.”

Ignatz acquiesces. “She is. And she’s quite kind.”

Little lies and bent truths are shared that evening. Dorothea explains that she’s passing through to sing for Lorenz and his father—the name drop impresses Cressida—and then she details her roles, and as they sit in the drawing room, Cressida insists that Dorothea sing for her.

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Ignatz insists, turning to his mother nervously. “We wouldn’t want to impose on our guest…”

“No,” Dorothea says gently. “I’d love to sing for you.”

Ignatz thinks back to the conversation in the tavern. How she began to loathe singing. But as she sings her bars and warms her voice up, Ignatz cannot help but long to paint her. Those jade eyes, that chestnut hair, the willowy frame and ruddy cheeks… She is an artist’s dream, walked off the canvas.

She sings beautifully for almost a half hour. Cressida is highly impressed and gives her ready approval, and even Celeste is shocked when Dorothea proves not only to be witty, beautiful and talented, but also kind.

Cressida insists that she will stay the night and tells Ignatz to set her up in the east wing of the house, prefacing that she may see the lovely sunrise that pales in comparison to her beauty. After they say goodnight, Ignatz offers her his arm and leads her up the staircase.

She reaches for his hand and smiles at him. She gives it a reassuring little squeeze, and he gives one back. As they reach the top of the stairs, Dorothea whispers to him:

“Will you show me your paintings?” She asks quietly. “I know art’s a personal thing… I don’t think I could ever show a half-finished song to someone else…”

“Y-Yes…” He finds himself taking her hand and leading her to his room. The moon streams into through the lone window of his sombre little room.

He turns to the closet and pulls from it a few sketches and his tiny easel which has a half-finished still-life of the view outside his window. Blushing and embarrassed, he practically throws them at Dorothea, hurriedly insisting that he knows they’re not good, that they’re nothing special.

“Ignatz…” Dorothea barely breathes. “These are beautiful.”

He looks up in shock. “B-But…” He scrambles for words. “I was so insensitive to your feelings about art!”

Dorothea smiles gently and touches his hand reassuringly. “Ignatz, I’m not me, and you’re not you.” She says gingerly. “We’re different people with different outlooks… You want to become a painter, right?”

He nods sheepishly.

“Then I hope, with all my heart, that you can become one someday.” She turns her eyes back on a sketch of Saint Cethleann. “You’d be a wonderful artist. I’m certain you would be.”

Ignatz blushes softly and moves closer as she asks a question about the next sketch—of Saint Cichol, his wife and their daughter—and he explains the details. His hand brushes against hers, their fingers intertwining briefly—

“And who is this?”

Ignatz jolts at the deep voice, his blood running cold. His face goes red. In the doorway is his elder brother, Atticus. Dorothea glances his way and smiles softly, curtseys and introduces herself as the evening’s guest and her credentials.

Atticus studies Dorothea before making a comment beneath his breath about his “useless drawings” and leaving the two. Dorothea’s smile fades.

“He’s exactly the type of man I’d hate to be with at the opera…” She whispers to him. “And exactly the one who’d pay for a dinner with me.”

Ignatz’s stomach rolls with anxiety.

Dorothea steals a glimpse at his expression and laughs softly. “Don’t worry, I’m not dating your brother.” She promises.

“Thank the goddess…” Ignatz whispers.

She hugs him. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

He hugs her back and smiles. “Anything for you.”

He shows Dorothea her room, and upon returning to his, takes charcoal to paper and attempts to sketch the likeness of her face, falling asleep in his art before long.

***

Ignatz’s father, Augustus, makes quick decisions. It is, perhaps, what has kept him in business for so long, and flourishing for just as long. And that morning, when Ignatz nervously introduces the two, he immediately takes a liking to Dorothea.

She turns on the charms quickly, and as she’s about to collect her bags and return to the Kirsten’s Cottage, Augustus asks to see her in his study. She winks at Ignatz and he waits nervously outside, in the drawing room with Celeste as the plays the piano.

When Dorothea emerges, she wears a self-assured smile. Ignatz quickly gets up and meets her in the hallway.

“Your father says the garden is pretty. Will you show me?” She asks.

“Of course.” They go outside to the frosty garden and walk a few paces away from the windows.

“Well?”

“Your father… he asked that I shadow you. He thinks that we could be a good selling team.” Dorothea says. “What do you say, Iggy?”

“Iggy?”

“You needed a nickname. Your name, though it is handsome, is a bit imposing and long.” She says. “You okay with it? You can call me Thea, if you’d like?”

“No no,” He declines respectfully. “Your name is too beautiful to be shortened.”

She smiles softly. “You think so?”

He nods. “I do. And as for the partnership, I don’t think I could ask for a better match.”

Dorothea smiles, and then stands on the tips of her toes and pecks him on the cheek. Ignatz goes bright red.

Gazing at her, he smiles and confesses, “I don’t think I could either.”

***

In Imperial Year 1185, on the day of promised meeting, Ignatz Victor and Dorothea Arnault arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery together. The three years since their reunion in Derdriu had proved fruitful: Dorothea joined the Victor Trading Company as a sales agent, working alongside Ignatz. She easily used her wit and charms to seal deals with particularly hard-to-please clients. She’d also passed on that charm and confidence to Ignatz, which his former classmates noticed immediately.

In addition to his newfound confidence, Ignatz had gained a deeper reverence for his artistic side. After being found one night attempting to paint Dorothea’s likeness, she modelled for him. His parents, finally understanding the depth of his talent, allowed him time off—though minimal—to study and paint.

In their moments of peace, it was said that Dorothea and Ignatz would share their talents together—Dorothea, who had retired from the stage, would sing only for him, and Ignatz would happily draw anything she wished.

After the war, when Dorothea completed an opera—called the Crimson Flower, based upon her late, dear friend—Ignatz was the one to paint the posters and served as creative consultant. While not singing, Dorothea directed the opera to critical acclaim, and acted as a guardian to the new talent she selected for the show.

When the two had grown tired of the stage, they departed for new lands. Ignatz’s work, which grew in popularity thanks to the production and his own skills, was in demand and often peddled by Dorothea. It was often remarked, by friends and complete strangers, the couple were an odd, but well-suited match.

#year of the otp #FE3H #dorothea arnault #ignatz victor #ru writes #listen i know this is a weird ass ship but i thought about it in passing in november and havent been able ot think of anything else.#this isn’t an April fool’s joke I’m dead serious I think they could work and i may fuckindie on this hill #still crazy into dorovain though #Ignatz X Dorothea #god that’s so fucking weird #but fr dorothea throwing herself dramatically on a couch like ‘draw me like one of your derdriu girls Iggy!!’ And he’s just sobbing and #covered in charcoal bc he’s been drawing for hours and can’t get her nose right and he just wants to sleep #there’s potential i swear there is #also i may write the other idea i had which is essentially like. The above but in a uni au where they’re both broke #and dorothea is a struggling actress who only gets roles to play a dead body on crime shows and a dramatic soapy villain who dies on a soap #opera. Yes i am projecting about Aileen Ashby’s death on GH and stealing from my FWB au #anywyas i work in like. 7 hours bye.

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nevillesbestie · 3 months

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Pick people!

#Poll #Just figured out how to use polls #Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley #Ex!Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick #Parent!John ‘Soap’ Mactavish #Fwb!John Price

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kaizestar · 4 months

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toxic!fwb simon x f!reader; f!reader x johnny pt 2

fem!reader. use of pet names (darling, dove, lovie). toxic relationships. can be read as a stand-alone but pt 1 is here if you want to read it (18+, mdni.)

toxic!fwb simon tends to act a lot like your boyfriend, until someone reminds him that he isn’t—that someone being johnny.

you could see the hatred burning in simon’s brown eyes, every last bit of it directed to the man who had interrupted price’s teasing with a lazy smile and Scottish lilt to the drawl in his voice.

“‘ey, now i’m not wrong, am i, mate?” johnny chuckled. “all that talk about not wantin’ a relationship—was that all it was? talk?”

the thing with simon was that he had all sorts of sides to him, like one of those abstract paintings that changed face depending on where you were viewing it from. typically, simon was soft. a bit rough around the edges, sure, but good at heart.

that was your simon. the simon right now, though, was full of sharp, prickly edges and thorns—but it was still a simon. you could practically see the annoyance festering in his gut, and without intervention, it’d grow into something unpleasant.

“simon.” you touched his bicep before he managed to say something that would get the two men into a dogfight. “don’t.” you looked over at johnny. “is there a reason you’re here, johnny?”

johnny shrugged his shoulders easily, looking much more relaxed than the man besides you was. “jus’ checkin’ up on m’favorite girl.” he flashed you a smile, one a tad too flirtatious, prompting a low growl from simon.

Johnny’s eyes shifted over to the broader man and he is lip curled. “i don’t get it, darlin’. i really don’t. but i’ll wait for ya, lovie, ‘cause i know y’er worth it.”

simon stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. he didn’t say a word as he left the cabin, the clunk of his boots against the ground echoing through the halls.

“well.” price gave you an amused glance. “i s’ppose you’re gonna go after your little boyfriend, kiddo?”

you clenched your jaw. “not my boyfriend,” you muttered. oh, but how you wished he was.

“sure he ain’t.” price tapped the top of his pen against the desk, raising an eyebrow at you. “i’ve seen a lot of shit, but the lovebirds in denial always end in a shitshow.”

“i guess we’ll just have to stop being lovebirds, then.” your gaze shifted over to the doorway that simon had stalked off into. “not that it’ll be that hard at this point.”

johnny had been quiet this entire time, but he spoke up at that. “sorry ‘bout that, lovie. i don’t mean no harm.” he scratched the back of his neck. “well, i guess i do, but not like that. i jus’ wanna chance, since simon ain’t always treatin’ ya right. i know he ain’t the straightest in his speakin’, ‘specially when it comes t’you.”

your shoulders sagged. “…it’s alright, johnny,” you sighed. “i know you didn’t mean no harm. but i… i wanna see what i can do with simon and that moodiness of his first. is it okay if i come back to you?”

“jus’ want a chance, dove.” he smiled again. “go ahead. but if he messes ya up, i’ll be here f’er ya.”

“i appreciate it.” you stood up, hurrying away to find wherever simon had stormed off to, leaving johnny alone with his captain. there was a moment of silence between the two, a sort of shared calmness to both of them that smoothed over any remaining uneasiness.

“…i see we’ve got a new pair of lovebirds in town.” price shook his head, taking a lighter out to flick at the cigarette he had set down in his ashtray. “you gonna fight over her with simon? seems like a bad choice for an opponent, y’know. she’s already head over heels for him.”

johnny hummed. “i know. but i’m still gonna shoot my shot regardless.” he managed a grin. “i’ve still got my wits about me, cap’in, and i’ll have ‘em ‘til ghost decides to beat ‘em outta me.”

price brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before his lips split into a wolfish grin that matched johnny’s. “so are ya doing this for him or her?”

“neither. i’m doin’ this for myself.” he laughed, and then leaned back in his seat with a cheeky smile. “i get t’be a bit greedy, don’t i? if simon gonna buy a cake and just let it sit there in the display window, don’t i get’ta pay ‘im some cash to take the cake off his hands?”

“your metaphors are as worse as ever.” though, price nodded in understanding. “if i were you, i’d be fighting tooth and nail for even a scrap of her attention. hell, i’d get on my fuckin’ knees and beg her not to leave.”

“that doesn’t sound healthy,” johnny remarked.

his captain snorted, waving his cigarette around. “clearly, i’m not a healthy man, now am i?”

“good point.” johnny snickered softly. “thanks, cap’in.“

“take care of yourself, johnny.” price nodded, watching as the youngest member of the taskforce stood up and left, following those that preceded him. “ah, young love,” he mumbled wistfully. “its as derogatory as i remember.”

“simon?” you tentatively made your way into his barracks, glancing around the room for any sign of the giant of a man. finally, your eyes landed on the bunk, where he was sitting, brown eyes sinking into the floorboards. the intensity in them didn’t fade as they shifted over to you; if anything, it grew.

but he didn’t speak a word. instead, he simply stared at you. and you stared back.

finally, his head lowered. “shouldn’t you be with johnny?”

the defeat in his voice made your knees buckle. “no?” you made your way over to him, taking a seat next to him. “no, i don’t think i should.” when that didn’t get any sort of response, you prodded him gently. “unless you want me to be?”

his eyes snapped up to meet yours, burning with an indiscriminate sort of fire, before it lowered into a simmer. “…you know what i want.” he looked away from you.

“simon, i can’t read your mind.” you sighed, touching his thigh comfortingly. “please talk to me.”

his hands balled up into fists; those hands you’ve kissed, those hands you’ve held, those hands you’ve felt. they were toughened with callouses over years of manual labor, and you knew he hated them. that’s what made you love them even more.

“i…” he tried to reply, licking his chapped lips nervously. for once, you thought that he really was about to do this; to finally say the words that had been weighing down on both of your chests for so long.

but then he clamped his mouth shut and gruffly turned away from you. “can’t. m’sorry.”

your shoulders slumped.

“i shouldn’t be surprised, should i?” you whispered. ghost’s eyes widened slightly, following after you as you turned on your heel and left.

“wait, i…” his voice died off when he realized he didn’t quite know what he could say in this moment that wouldn’t drive you to johnny’s arms.

all he knew was that without you, everything felt cold.

the tiredness consumed him, and the desire to sleep indefinitely tugs at his chest.

and maybe you’ll visit him in his dreams. because to him, that’s all you were.

a distant dream.

well well well, how the turn tables have turned. I wrote this on a whim so it’s not that good, but I’ll probably write a pt2 just to wrap all the loose ends up.

or maybe ghost just dies lol. that’d be an ending, after all.

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toxic fwb ghost x reader x johnny 'soap' mctavish┃ navigation part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 ୨୧ tags : angst, suggestive

simon 'ghost' riley who's one of your closest friends. he soon flirts with you and then you two decide to start shagging - no strings attached. just sex, a friends with benefits situation.

you had promised, even pinky swore to never fall in love with each other, he took the rules seriously and never fell in love but you couldn't last long.

simon knew you had liked him, hell, you fucking loved him. even before the casual hook-ups, and he still went through with it all. knowing you were in love with him. he took advantage of it.

he would grab onto you and fuck you whenever, you were his outlet, he knew you would spread or bend over whenever he wanted. he was your light and best friend, you would do anything for his love. yet the love never delivered to you.

simon soon regrets his choices after he caught you talking, laughing and checking out johnny 'soap' mctavish. Simons best friend.

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shotmrmiller · 5 months

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Masterlist

18+ Blog! MDNI

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I'm your only situationship

Mistress

Inevitable

Situationship into Relationship

Tormented by a Ghost

Submitting to his dominance , part 2, part 3

Please stop staring (or don't)

Good thing we're all dogs

Not a dog, but a rat

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Maybe Dessert first

John 'just the tip' MacTavish

You'd look better as mine

John Price

Happy trails, John

Loba

Soulmate AU part 1

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A chance encounter

Drabbles

Ghost being a toxic ex

Ghost with pre-parenthood

141!spotter Simon

141!spotter John

Dom!Ghost

cbf!Johnny

pathetic!Simon

pathetic!Simon extra

pathetic!Simon 1.2

pathetic!Simon 1.3

pathetic!Simon monopolizing you

blindfolded

König

cbf!johnny 1.1

cbf!johnny 1.2

Alpha!Ghost

Alpha!Ghost 1.2

pup!Ghost ask

cbf!simon dbd inspire

neighbor ghoap x reader

neighbor ghoap x reader 1.1

cbf!simon would kill for you

biblically accurate simon

davy jones!simon

ups!simon

cbf!simon teaches you everything

ex-husband simon

ex-husband simon with a twist

simon's not a guy you take home

pen pal simon, 1.2

Reqs

Ghost NSFW

Best friend!Johnny & FWB!Simon AU

Ghost is the unexclusive fwb

Ghoap x reader

Johnny helps with your monthly

You don't need anyone else but us

Escort AU

Needs must, part 2, part 3 (simon, johnny, simon)

Sensual Domination (kyle)

Price

Pet!Reader

Simon meets John's cat

Simon plays with John's cat

Betrayal pet au

Betrayal pet au 1.2

Betrayal pet au 1.3

The boys take you from your old owner

Old owner sees you with the boys

The boys take care of you

Taken to a new home

John doesn't come home to his kitten

Pet needs comfort

Pets exchange hands

Johnny gets himself a fox

Bun waits for Gaz to come home

Multiverse COD

'09 Ghost's wife meets '22 Ghost, part 2, part 3 pre part4, part 4

multiverse asks

Pornstar!AU

pornstar ghost, part 2, part 3

#masterlist

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lunarw0rks · 6 months

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I actl need to suck bestfriend soap's dick rn

i meannnnn i'm not saying he'd also ask you for favors. but that's exactly what i'm saying. with bestfriend!soap it's not "i fucked you so you owe me" !!!

it's more... you were so damn good that no one else can get me off the way you and your mouth do !!!

#🍦anon #fwb!soap #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #rachel speaks #not writing

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yawnderu · 7 months

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🌿Masterlist

Simon Riley Masterlist | Smut Masterlist | Bimbo!Reader Masterlist | Dad!Ghost Masterlist

Do not translate, post, or put my content into AI tools.

Popular

🕷✧ATSV/COD MWII Twitter AU Masterlist

✧ Virgin!König

✧ Pec shaking

✧ Pervert - König x Reader

✧ Neighbor!Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Sex Pollen

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ König

✧ Nikto

✧ Miguel O'Hara

✧ Astarion

DBF!Keegan

✧ Headcanons Part I

✧ Headcanons Part II

✧ Headcanons Part III

✧ Thin Walls (NSFW collab)

Fluff

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley:

✧ You make it hard to be a ghost

✧ Longing

✧Together

✧ I'll meet you there

✧ Idyllic

✧ Believer

✧ Birthday Boy

✧ Salvatore

✧ Seasons don't fear the reaper

✧ Doomed (Happy Ending)

✧ Shooting Star

✧ Spellbound

✧ Happy Cake Day

✧ Roadman!Ghost

✧ Roadman!Ghost Part II

✧ Domestic life

✧ Awful Cooking

✧ Wedding

Miguel O'Hara:

✧ Parenthood

Nikto:

✧ Infatuation

Attention - Keegan P. Russ x Fem!OC

Angst & Hurt/Comfort

✧ Mann Gegen Mann - Nikto x Reader

✧ Cold - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Afraid - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Tainted - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Living Dead Man - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Lorelei - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader (Ongoing)

✧ Savior - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Doomed - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Unexpected pregnancy - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Immortal She - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Love never leaves - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Genesis - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Reaper - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Daddy's Girl - Vladimir Makarov x Reader

Ongoing Series

✧ Discord - Keegan P. Russ x Reader

✧ K-9 - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

✧ Lorelei - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Cowgirl - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley/TF141 x Reader

Character Studies

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Character Study

✧ Comic Simon being a sweetheart

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley being a family man

✧ Mild Ghost - Ramble

✧ Ghost and insecurity

✧ König - Character Study

Drabbles

✧ Situationship with Ghost

✧ Situationships with Ghost Part II

✧ Goofing around with Soap

✧ Toxic!FWB!Ghost

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon Part II

✧ Pimp!Ghost

✧ Lactation - DBF!Keegan

Haunted: Paranormal AU

The ominous dark figure of a brooding man follows you everywhere you go after playing with a Ouija board on drunken night, souls bound together ever since you were born.

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evera-era · 4 months

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(nsfw minors dni — warnings: being ellie’s friend w benefits !! kissing, groping, swapping saliva/food, aftercare)

fwb!ellie, who was always a flirt around you, but became increasingly aware of her chances of hooking up with you once you began to reciprocate.

fwb!ellie was caught off guard the first time you flirted back, and didn’t quite know what to say, so she just stood there like a fucking idiot instead.

surely you didn’t mean it, right? it wasn’t like you.

but fwb!ellie found out that you very much did mean it, and you were playing the game right along with her. safe to say… your friendship dynamic changed from that day forward.

fwb!ellie shares snacks with you like it’s nothing. swaps gum and candy between your mouths, as if it’s second nature. occasionally leads to sloppy make-out sessions.

fwb!ellie never gives good advice on what you should wear… she’s too busy imagining what you look like under your clothes.

on that note, fwb!ellie can’t keep her eyes off you. within the friend group, she’s always staring at you, a subtle nod to the mutual desire you shared. she makes it quite hard to act normal under her gaze.

fwb!ellie loves to sleepover. she also loves taking showers with you, bc she gets to feel up on you while claiming she’s just “soaping you up.”

sometimes it feels like when fwb!ellie flirts, it comes out of left field. she’ll come up behind you, pressing her crotch against your ass, whispering how badly she needs you.

“feels like forever since we’ve fucked, hm? know you want it, too.”

“c’mon… just 5 minutes, yeah? for me?”

fwb!ellie is dominant in bed. she initiates 99% of the time, and almost always ends up on top of you. super affectionate when it comes to you. will constantly tell you you’re her favorite fuck.

but fwb!ellie is still big on aftercare — before you were fuck buddies, you were friends first. no matter what, she’s always gonna make sure you’re taken care of.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams hcs

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oopsdevil · 6 months

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COD + Tropes

which trope do they fall into when it comes to you.

SIMON GHOST RILEY + FWB TO LOVERS

i have said it before but simon really struggles when it comes to relationships.

he insisted that this was a casual thing but soon realized that's not true. from the way his heart beats faster when you rarely cuddle, to his trouble sleeping wondering if maybe you were with some other bloke. his insecurities got the best of him and he would end up saying something mean out of jealousy. when he saw you took offense to it he decided in four seconds that he was not gonna lose you. he confessed his feelings (in a sentence or two) and since then he has no problem with everyone knowing you are his.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

kyle was always a romantic. outspoken, proud romantic. you guys probably met in high school and just fell in love. you both knew you were it for each other but everyone kept insisting it was just a first love kind of thing. it was not.

circumstances brought kyle into the army and leaving you was the hardest of it all. you both also decided staying together was just gonna be painful so you broke up.

a couple years later kyle came home and got his life together as an adult. after seeing the reality of bills, rent, taxes and just life, he realized maybe he doesn't wanna do it at all without you. a call and a few tears is all it took for admitting you are still each others soulmates.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + FAKE DATING

look at me in the eyes and tell me this is not HIS trope. it was simply meant to be. maybe he saw you in a bar and some guy was being too insisting for his liking, maybe johnny got sick of his family asking about a future wedding or maybe gaz told you guys you couldn't pull it off and you took the bet. doesn't matter, but it happened.

after months of intense eye contact across the room, flushed faces when realizing you were holding hands but there was no one around and holding you by your hips for group pictures, johnny felt his stomach turn when you mentioned something about going on a date with some other soldier for real.

next thing you knew he was kissing you against a bathroom door. really kissing you, not like those pecks for the public that always left you wanting more. in breathless sentences you both decided to be together like you always wanted (probably in a quick to be continued kinda way so you could keep kissing)

KÖNIG + SLOW BURN

it took him years. years.

from the moment he saw you in base he was thankful his hood could hide his red face when he developed a crush in about 15 seconds. he was also very surprised when you just talked to him.

könig kept you as a friend for years and himself busy with missions, it wasn't until you were thinking about transferring when he decided you wouldn't do it. you can't just go, right?

the only condition to staying was a very long conversation with him, where you admitted being in love with him for the longest time, and thinking maybe he felt the same way. but after that many years you needed to have him now, or just try to move on.

i don't think könig ever felt that relived. he mumbled something in german, suddenly ripping his hood off and kinda tackled you to the bed in a hug. you laughed and decided yeah, this is gonna work.

JOHN PRICE + FORCED PROXIMITY/ SECRET RELATIONSHIP

having a new secretary in his office was the last thing john needed.

he was sure it was about the fact that it was someone new in his personal space, someone who knew nothing about his routine.

it obviously had nothing to do with the fact that he looked at you longer than he looked at papers. or about your accent being so distracting to him that you had to say most things twice.

being trapped in an elevator with him was the last thing you needed.

again, its about the fact that you have so many things to do for your impatient boss (not about his cologne being intoxicating and his shoulders looking a little too big right now)

neither of you knew how it happened, but it did. and you were sure he pressed you against every inch of the elevators walls while kissing you like a mad man.

the truth is everyone else on the team knew the reason why you drove each other crazy, and john was more than grateful when the person who opened the elevator doors and saw the state of you was simon.

after fixing your clothes and an awkward apologize to simon, you talked about it.

having a secret relationship with him didn't last long, this man likes to move fast. but after the elevator incident, you were more than okay with that.

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waves-against-a-cliff · 3 months

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Sharing is Caring

Guys. Listen to me. Soap and Gaz sharing you.

Part two

Content Warnings - fmm, Anal, threesome, double penetration, multiple orgasms, tit slapping, rimming, oral (both m and f receiving), throat fucking, multiple positions.

Soap and Gaz sharing you. At first it started out with just a friends with benefits situation with Gaz. A way for him to unwind after returning from deployment. He's fucked you ten ways to Sunday. Couch, counter, your bed, his bed, the shower, the fucking floor. If it's a flat surface, you've probably been fucked there.

And it's not like he's just taking. He gives, hell you're half convinced he gets off more to eating your ass then he does to any other kind of foreplay. You'd be fully convinced if he didn't loose some of his precious control and ends up lightly throat fucking you each time you give him a blow job.

He's had you screaming his name often and loud, he has scratches down his back and arms from making you tumble off the edge into another orgasm as his hips slam into yours. He's sweaty and panting, you're on the verge of passing out from sheer bliss yet you both know the night is far from over. He'll take you in missionary first, cowgirl next so he can grope at your breasts while you bounce on his cock. Then he'll have your face shoved into a pillow with your ass up high as he pounds your ass. You'll both go to the shower and it would take a miracle to keep him from getting on his knees to "clean you up proper dove".

Now how did Soap get involved? Well Soap was complaining about having trouble finding a new fwb after his last broke things off for a stable relationship. And who would Gaz be if he didn't offer his pretty little toy up? You've discussed a threesome with Gaz before, told him it was on the table. To just let you know when it would happen. So he texted you that a mate of his had some steam to blow off.

God, did Soap have some steam to blow off. Your hips had bruises the shapes of his fingers, your voice was hoarse from when he fucked your face. Groaning and throwing his head back as his hips bucked while you gagged and spit dripped down your chin. Gaz watched from his spot, lazily fisting his cock while he watched Soap utterly destroy your pussy and throat.

"God what a fuckin' whore." Soap growled as tears ran down your face and you looked up at him. "Takin' my cock down yer throat like it's yer job."

Gaz pulled you into his lap, spreading your legs open with his own to keep them open. "Clean her up mate. Not nice to leave her like this." Tears rolled down your cheeks as Soap ate you out like a starved beast. Constantly teasing and sucking on your clit between shoving his tongue into your soaked and ruined cunt. Gaz kept him there by gripping his mohawk, telling him to get it nice and ready for him. You nearly sobbed when you heard that.

He had you face down and ass up when Soap finally cleaned you up to his liking, your cheek rested on Soaps inner thigh as Gaz plowed your pussy first. Your nails dug into Soaps thighs as you moaned and screamed. Orgasm after orgasm pulled from you until you could not form a word, slurring their names. "Kyle- mph- Kyle Kyle Kyle- fuck."

You thought you were hallucinating when Gaz bent over you and pulled Soap into a sloppy kiss. When you finally tapped out after Gaz filled your pussy once and ass twice, you watched with blurry eyes as Soap whined and moaned while Gaz rimmed him. The ache between your legs growing little by little as you watched Soap and Gaz absolutely ruin each other. "Kyle! Oh fuck!" Soap whined as he fisted the sheets.

To be honest, you weren't sure how you ended up sandwiched between the two sweaty men as Soap fucked your ass in rhythm with Gaz who took your pussy. There was hardly a shortage of degrading or praise from either of them.

"Good whore." Soap growled as Gaz whispered "Pretty dove, taking us so well."

Soap developed a fascination with your tits and watching them bounce and redden with each slap to them.

By the end of the night, you had Soaps number in your phone and you were tucked into bed, thoroughly worn out. Soap and Gaz barely made it back to their flat before passing out themselves.

#gaz call of duty #cod gaz #gaz x reader #gaz smut #gaz mw2 #gaz x soap #soap x reader smut #soap mactavish #Waves original works #soap #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x gaz #cod smut #call of duty smut #gaz x female reader #soap x fem reader #waves original work

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