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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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I REALLY wanna see Johnny get mad! Like white hot angry at reader. Don’t know what/how it happened but Johnny’s gonna make all of reader’s poor holes suffer🥺

Maybe Simon gets surprised and turned on by his pup’s newfound aggressiveness

3.6k pwp soap drabble 4 u (cw for referenced burning building, angry sex, some light mutual degradation/objectification, and voyeurism since ghost watches)

You fume silently, face hot with rage while you and Soap walk side by side behind Ghost down the base hallways. There's a tension at the base of your neck that you just know is going to become a migraine if you don't get some medicine soon, and your bones ache from going too long without sleep.

Soap's somehow even stiffer beside you, the distance between you two small but intentional. Usually he's impossible to pry off of you, always brushing against you and looking for more physical contact, but since you landed he's kept at least half a foot between you two at all times.

Fine by you. You don't want him touching you right now anyway.

The silence is thick as Ghost leads you two to his room, his shoulders loose and relaxed.

He's got no reason to be tense, you suppose. He's not the one who had a massive disagreement on the field, who had to drag his squadmate back from a blazing fire and deal with his bitching instead of his thanks.

Just the memory of it makes you scowl.

Ghost leads the two of you into his room in rare silence, though it's only rare because usually you and Johnny would already be teasing or flirting at this point. But you don't bother now, not with your anger so fresh in your mind.

Ghost is the only one to get settled once Johnny closes the door behind you. You two stand on opposite sides of the doorframe, both too tense to do much but stew in your own righteous anger, and Ghost starts to get dressed down into something more comfortable.

He lets the two of you stay quiet until he's fully changed into a tank top and sweats, no boxers then sits on the bed with an overly loud sigh.

"You two even gonna look at each other?"

Your lip curls as you glance at Johnny from the corner of your eyes. "I have nothing to say to him."

"'S not what I asked."

Your cheek twitches and you bite your tongue, rolling a sharp canine over it. "Honestly, Simon, I don't even want to see him right now."

Johnny scoffs, loud in the otherwise quiet room, and nearly stomps to your side, leaning in front of you to try and force eye contact. "Oh, really? Ye can't even look at me, huh? Had no problem lookin' earlier, when you were draggin' me away from my goddamn mission."

You want to growl, you want to rake your nails down his face and scream about what a fool he is, what a jackass, and you want to make him remember.

Some of your ire must shine through in your expression, and Johnny mirrors it, eyes sparking as he straightens and stands diagonally from you, chest nearly brushing your shoulder.

"Dragging you away from your death, more like," you sneer.

"Wasn't your place," he bites back, moving forward enough that you can feel the heat of him even through all your layers. "You aren't my fuckin' CO and I'm not yours - wasn't any of your business how I chose to execute my orders."

"It is when you chose to do it in the most lethal way possible! Fuck, MacTavish, had you taken half a second and listened to me-"

"Oh, that's all it woulda taken? Just had to shut my pretty lips and listen to you, jump before you even say how high? Newsflash, lass, you don't get to make those decisions."

"And you do?"

"In this case? Yeah, you're fuckin' right I do. Price said drag the man out, alive, and that's what I was doing."

"You ran into a burning building!"

"Under orders from our CO!"

"You know damn well that's not what he meant, Sergeant, cut the shit. The orders were to bring him back alive, not kill yourself in the process!"

"That's the job, Sergeant. You do whatever it takes to fulfill your orders."

You're both panting as he snarls the words, nose to nose and eye to eye, teeth bared in rage that feels almost primal. His close brush with death, the way you'd had to tackle him to keep him from running after the damn target, leaves you raw and unsteady. Had you been any weaker, any less filled by adrenaline and panic and something deeply possessive, you know Soap would've thrown you off and gotten himself killed. You were hardly able to hold him down until the screaming stopped as it was.

You take as deep a breath as you can with your heart racing, and reach up to wrap the collar of Johnny's shirt tight in your fist, dragging him so close that your noses brush, hot breaths shared.

"You don't get to fucking leave me." You shoot a glance over Johnny's shoulder, to where Ghost sits comfortably against the headboard of your shared bed. "Leave us. I won't let you."

It's the last sentence that has him bristling, that ruins your chance of a settled argument.

The only person who lets Soap do anything is Ghost. The two of you listen to your Lieutenant with no questions, no doubt, no hesitations, but the same doesn't go for your fellow Sergeant. Since the 141 had formed, you and Soap have been fighting for dominance over one another, both of you determined to establish your control of the other like Ghost has for both of you.

The insinuation that you would let Soap do anything isn't something he'll let slide.

Hours later, fucked raw and sated, you can admit to yourself that the wording was slightly intentional. But now, with the fresh wound of Soap's close call with death still stinging in your subconscious, you only mean it as a way to push his anger to the level yours has been at for hours now.

"Let me?" He rumbles, muscles relaxing as he steps forward enough to press his chest to yours, head ducked low so all you can see is Johnny. "You don't let me do shit, lass. Couldn't stop me if you tried."

You can't help the way your lips quirk up into a humorless smile, your fist tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "Had a pretty easy time of it earlier, MacTavish. Had you pinned and writhing under me, like a bitch-"

Before you can finish your taunt, you find yourself pinned to the door, a mouth covering yours.

Johnny's teeth are sharp against your lips as he nips at you, leaving behind a sting and a throb. You dig your nails into his shoulders, raking them down his arms and rumbling in dissatisfaction when his clothes keep him from feeling anything.

You bite back as you push at the hem of his shirt, desperate to get your hands on him and make him hurt. You trace your fingers over his abs as you get his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him down to your height and smirking at his glare.

You don't kiss so much as fight with lips instead of fists, there's no affection or softness between the two of you right now. You're nothing but your anger, but your desperation, and deep down your fear. You cling to Johnny with something verging on desperation, bite and scratch to make him feel even a bit of the pain you had at such a close call with death.

He leans almost his entire weight into yours to keep you pinned against the door, but you only have to shove at his shoulders a few times for him to get the hint and move backwards.

His lips never leave yours as you walk him back to the bed, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he falls back and keeps you on top of him. You taste the slightest tang of iron as you shift your knees up next to his hips, squeezing his sides between your thighs and his tongue between your teeth.

"You gonna ride me?" He pants when you pull away for a breath of air, your hips working over the tent in his pants. "Think you're in charge, bonnie?"

You bare your teeth at him, grinding your core against the tent in his pants. “I’m not the one on my back, MacTavish.”

His smile is all teeth as he bucks his hips into yours, knocking you off balance so you’re forced to brace your hands on either side of his head. “I don’t need to be on top to keep you on a leash.”

It’s all too easy to hook your fingers in his throat mic - his collar. His pupils blow wide when you tug harshly enough to pull his head off the mattress, his hips following as he moans and grinds you down onto him with a bruising grip on your thighs.

“Down,” you smirk, leaning your weight back and forcing his hips to the bed, grinding your hips. “‘S my turn, Johnny. Gonna use you ‘til you’re wrung dry.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, then rests on his bottom lip instead of settling behind his teeth. You can’t resist the urge to lean down and lick over his lips, covering them in your own spit and groaning when he pulls you back into a proper kiss.

Despite your hand around his throat and your weight on top of his, you’re both equally in control as you strip the other. You can’t be bothered to wrestle his wrists to the bed, far preferring to let him paw your shirt and pants off while you tear the seams in his indecently tight shirt.

You only have the patience to get his pants to his knees, unwilling to help him kick them off for full mobility. Instead you grind yourself against his hard length, the soaked gusset of your underwear dragging wonderfully over both his cock and your clit.

You shift your hand on his neck so your palm is resting on his Adam’s apple, giving him just enough pressure to stay flattened to the bed.

He nearly growls when you push, the head of his cock getting caught in your panties and brushing the crease of your thigh. “Fuck, bonnie, get it on with.”

You blink down at him, cocking an unimpressed brow and shifting your hips so he slips between your folds, tucking your underwear to the side with your free hand. “You’re not in charge right now, MacTavish. I’m on top.”

“Only cause I’m lettin’ ya,” he pants, hips twitching as he tries to find your hole, tries to find a hole to sink into.

You lean down just far enough to bite the air in front of his nose, all feral rage and sexual frustration as you let yourself sit on his cock, holding him still beneath you. “You don’t let me do shit, I do whatever the fuck I want to. And right now, I want to ride you ‘til you stop fucking talking.”

You press your lips to his before he can bite back the response you see waiting on his tongue, letting your hips move in the way that feels best for you as you lick over his teeth.

Johnny’s always loved making out. When Ghost keeps him locked up, or he’s just not allowed to fuck you, he’ll happily spend hours with your lips glued together, dry humping each other and swapping spit. You can’t even count the number of times he’s come in his pants while thrusting against your hip or your side, driven over the edge by just a kiss.

You take advantage of that now, keeping one hand on his throat and the other circling the base of his throbbing cock so you can line yourself up above him. He’s far too distracted with your lips and tongue to remember he could tug you down on him at any moment, could flip the two of you with hardly any effort at all.

Despite the complete lack of prep, your body takes Johnny easily, the familiar stretch making you moan as you sink down onto him with one smooth movement. You blink open wet eyes just in time to see Johnny’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when your ass rests against him, his cock buried inside of you.

You don’t let yourself rest for long, though most days you love to just feel the weight of either of your boys inside of you. But that current of anger is still pulsing beneath your skin, and all the hot, sweat slick contact between you and Johnny only makes you feel more desperate.

Your pace is merciless, for both him and yourself. Your knees and thighs scream as you slam yourself to the base of Johnny’s cock, making sure you pull off nearly to the tip on every thrust. Without a hand around his throat, you’d have lost your balance on the first thrust.

Johnny’s pulse thunders against your fingers, so fast and so harsh that you swear you can ever see your fingertips twitching against his throat. His breaths are quick and erratic, and you can’t help but subconsciously match his breathing with your faces as close together as they are.

“So fucking good,” you moan, rolling your hips as you lift yourself off of him, dragging the head of his cock along your walls. Your voice cracks when he bucks his hips up, and you’re relieved that he’s already too blissed out to notice, lost in the tight vice of your cunt.

“Yeah?” Johnny pants, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth when you pull away fully. “Stuff you just right, yeah, lass?”

You bite your tongue against an agreement, some deep part of you that’s not quite drunk on pleasure yet unwilling to give Johnny that kindness. Instead you shift your weight, so that your hand is more cupping Johnny’s jaw and putting pressure on his head instead of his neck, letting you really push him down and get the proper leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Perfect fucking-” you shudder against the words, moan when he rubs just over your g-spot and repeating the same motion with your hips again and again. “Perfect fucking toy, so nice to ride.”

The sound Johnny makes is purely animalistic, torn between anger and desperation, something rough and low in his throat. You can feel the rumble of it through your hand and can’t help but moan in return, finally nearing your peak even as your legs continue to burn.

Neither of you speaks as you ride him, your head hanging low so you’re eye-level with his nipples and focused entirely on your own pleasure. The way your muscles scream at you only fills you with more need, more desperation, and the pain pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Your clit grinds just right over the rough patch of Soap’s pubic hair, soaking it in your juices and covering him in slick.

You reach your peak with gasping breaths, nearly going cross-eyed as you use Johnny entirely for your own pleasure, using him as nothing more than something to hold yourself up on and a toy to ride. Your muscles go completely lax as your pleasure overwhelms you, leaving you slumped against his muscular chest as you ride out the orgasm with small rolls of your hips.

Johnny’s still rock hard inside of you as you come down, his grip on your thighs tight enough to bruise. Your hand has slipped from underneath his collar to the mattress next to his face, and you don’t have the energy to push yourself up and away, to deny him like you’d intended.

Your lungs feel too small as you try to take deep gasping breaths, only managing a few before your lungs start hitching. Johnny’s chest rises and falls quickly beneath your head, his heart pounding beneath your ear.

You don’t have time to brace yourself before you’re flipped onto your stomach, face down on the mattress.

One moment you’re floating in post-orgasmic bliss, letting your body clench down on Johnny and milk him, the next moment you’re on your knees with your back forced into a deep arch, that same cock pounding into you like a machine.

Your groan is bone deep when you finally lift your head enough to breathe, eyes rolled heavenward as your body tries its best to adjust to the harsh treatment.

“Show you a fucking toy,” Johnny snarls from over your shoulder, his voice sounding distant beneath the blood rushing through your ears. “Think ye can just treat me like fucking nothing, get yerself off then take a fucking nap? Nah, yer gonna take what ye fucking deserve.”

The thickening of Johnny’s accent has you gushing around him, your sensitive channel clenching down so hard that you’re surprised he can pull out at all.

Johnny’s hand wraps in your hair when you try to let your head fall forward again, yanking you back with enough strength to leave you yowling at the strain on your neck.

“Don’t fucking hide,” he hisses, landing a sharp slap on the meat of your ass. “Think ye can just shove yer head in the sand? Let me fuckin’ hear you, lass, sing f’r me.”

“Fu-uck you,” you manage to groan, syllables interrupted on every thrust, your voice cracking. “You’re not- fuck, Johnny, don’t have to listen to you.”

You can practically hear the way he gnashes his teeth over your shoulder, can perfectly envision the angry snarl on his face at your lack of submission.

“Ye will. Gonna teach ye a fuckin’ lesson about yer place.”

You try your best to rear up, whipping your head over your shoulder to glare as best you can despite the grip on your hair. “My place? Who the hell do you think- oh fuck, fuck, Johnny, you can’t- goddamnit-”

“Can’t even get a goddamn word out.” Even from your terrible angle you can see that his smile is mean. “Think ye can be in charge when ye can’t even finish a sentence? Fuckin’ fool.”

You nearly shriek when he shoves your head down to the mattress, clawing fruitlessly at anything in front of you. You only freeze when you feel flesh give way underneath your nails, the hard muscles of a thick thigh under your palm.

You can just barely angle your head enough to glance up and see Simon looking down at you, but you can’t manage to see anything past his general shape with the way Soap is trying to shove you inside the mattress.

Ghost’s hand comes to rest on your head, and when you lean into him he pushes Johnny’s fingers off.

“Watch it, pup,” he rumbles, and Johnny’s hips stutter behind you. “You’re already in trouble. Do you really wanna make it worse?”

Your self-righteous smirk is hidden in the sheets, but you can’t fully muffle your laugh when Johnny’s whines over your shoulder. The sound quickly morphs into a snarl, and he buries his teeth into your shoulder as his hips start to work again, the sound of his balls slapping against your soaked cunt obscene.

Johnny wraps his arms beneath your torso, hooking his hands on your shoulders so he can tug you into every thrust, moving his face up to nose at your throat. You feel covered by him, consumed by him, as he chases his own pleasure.

You don’t quite manage to get off before he empties himself inside you, but there’s a deep satisfaction in your bones that still lets you melt into him.

Johnny’s all heat and power at your back as he goes weak against you, and a small shove to his shoulder from Ghost has both of you resting on your sides, spooning with his cock still buried inside of you.

Your breaths sync with his quickly, matching the inhales and exhales you can feel against your neck and the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Your eyes flutter shut, relaxing into the bed and Johnny’s arms. You know that you’ll have to Talk later, about what he’d done and how you’d responded. But you know it’ll be an easier conversation after Ghost’s punishment, when all of your consciousness has eased a bit.

“There ya go,” you hear Ghost say, followed by a soft stroke over your head. “Exhausted yourselves, huh? Silly pups.”

You hum and Johnny rumbles behind you, burying his face more fully in your throat. You feel Ghost’s other hand pet over his mohawk, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“I guess you can nap.” Ghost sighs, like he’s doing you both a great favor. “You’ll both need all your energy for your punishment, anyway. Breakin’ damn near every rule in the book just cause you got a little worked up. What am I gonna do with the two of you?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, and the best Johnny manages is a small and plaintive whine. Ghost chuckles from above you, and you feel him lay in front of you, his arms wrapping around Johnny’s back and tugging you both to him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just relax now, you’re alright.”

It’s easy to drift off, even if the heat is near suffocating and the stretch of Johnny’s cock verges on the edge of too much. You’re loose-limbed and sated, and Johnny’s safe beside you. There’s little else you could ever want, ever need, and you can’t be much more than grateful as you fall asleep between your men.

#ghoap x reader #nobody saw me complaining about this last night :)#bo writes #soap mactavish x reader #< since it's mostly him #btw i off and on contemplated making this reader male so if their vibes change throughout the fic thats why lmao #2 big military men fighting for dominance over one another while a Bigger & More Muscular partner watches knowing they're under his thumb..#yeah that's the stuff

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revrads · 1 year

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Sticker WIP of my favourite old priest couple :)

#the exorcist #the exorcist (1973)#the exorcist fanart #damien karras #joseph dyer #fanart #doodle #drawing #art #digital art #((WHAT IS THEIR SHIP NAME PLS))#((Anyway this is different from my usual WIP cause I'm planning on turning this into a sticker! :3))#((Thinking of joining next year's comifuro and thought it'd be cool to sell some exorcist. faith. star trek. and midnight mass merch))#((for my followers who aren't from indonesia (which is most of you). comifuro is basically a comic con but for artists))#((we sell our own self-made fandom merch like stickers. keychains. hell someone sold homemade soap based off genshin impact last year))#((It's short for Comic Frontier and though most fandoms sold there are anime. some are delusional enough to branch out to other media))#((I'm one of the delusional people so Imma sell this shit lmao))

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vulpixelates · 8 days

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me, taking every single fucking class-assigning quiz: religion sucks. spiritualism is mumbo jumbo to me also. but i like care deeply about stuff ig

the quiz: I DUB THEE... PALADIN.

#EVERY TIME.#that last one i did gave me ranger but that doesn't seem accurate at all #sorcerer really feels like it's hte most accurate to me #also to clarify. ik why it happens. i have a well-worn soap box that i stand on fREQUENTLY to shout about injustice #so ig it fits in a way but i just like aoiewjfaoi idk can't get it out of my head that paladins are such narcs even tho the one i've played #+the most was most certainly not one lmao #*dykeposting

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switchcase · 1 year

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how do your social circles get smaller if more people know about it?

DID spaces used to just be a pretty small group of people who were doing their own thing and it was mainly focused on recovery and how they were doing, how they were healing from trauma, about their days. So you got to know people very well and connect to them. I don't want to say everything has to be deep all the time or like revelations about how your brain works or whatever. There were a ton of lighthearted jokes and stuff too. But there was a...more authentic connection I guess. People formed decades long friendships with others, not just one sided ones where person A thinks they really know you but actually you have never spoken to them. I can't say I'm THE most asocial person with DID but I'm pretty up there, and I still made friends that I'm penpals with and whose phone numbers I have.

But DID spaces have gotten more performative over the years, in part because everything on social media has. It's not "person writing their diary on blogspot dot com and they have like 3 friends who know about it and the occasional rando" anymore, it's people trying to appeal to masses, trying to work algorithms, etc. At this point I've had people befriend me so they could copy aspects of my history or copy aspects of my system because the way I present is something they felt would get them validated, and this is an experience several people have had. People have turned trauma blogs into an aesthetic. DID spaces now go through very obvious and quick trends before a symptom or a certain way of presenting goes out of style. Being in DID spaces feels like I'm at the very end of a game of telephone where a quarter of the sentence is words that were made up 2 weeks ago and are based on a half-baked premise suggested by someone 3 months ago that we are just now pretending is universal for everyone with DID. It feels less like a group of survivors trying to get through it together and more like a social club where people are trying to outperform each other for the title of The Most Mentally Ill. It does not feel safe or welcoming and honestly I feel bad for anyone who is just now learning about their condition.

#ask #anonymous #like even just the fact that people switched from 'self doubt' to 'imposter syndrome' implying a level of 'wish I was sicker like Them'#is I think concerning and telling of what the priorities of a lot of people in DID spaces are #but let me get off my soap box and finish my finals lmao #ok one last thing but I actually do not feel safe talking about aspects of my trauma or aspects of my system anymore and #considering that is the point of a DID blog...it's not good

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gothmiqote · 22 days

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part of me wants to have varha's relationship with estinien resolved BEFORE shb because i'm impatient but also because the buildup is there (still workshopping things but i'm going to pick apart the later dragoon quests to suit my own needs here & re-arrange some things to give them an excuse to spend time alone together post-stormblood pre-shadowbringers, it'll be great once i figure out a solid timeline, i promise) so like on one hand it would make sense, they're both incredibly blunt people who Would just go for it under the right circumstances

however. leaving things on a 'not-quite-official-yet-even-though-we've-shared-a-bed' note gives us the combined comedy/angst of varha spending her downtime in the crystarium giving Major 'why should THEY be happy! [while throwing rocks at couples by the lake]' energy that will absolutely be made the problem of innocent bystanders and emet-selch, who's about to figure out exactly Which parts of azem's personality varha inherited (the hostile fire-starter ones, mostly). plus, estinien gets to spend that time ruminating on the fact that he missed his window to actually move things forward like, multiple times over the course of their multi-week dragon-hunting camping trip to make an official declaration of any kind, and he gets to to this while on his road trip with gaius (what did they even Talk about that whole time like???). no, gaius doesn't get omnipotence for narrative convenience, i just think him being around estinien while he dwells on this makes the situation objectively more miserable for him & therefore more entertaining for Me.

#also funny bc sometimes my partner go back and forth on a double wol au and her wolship is w g'raha #so They get to be the happy couple getting metaphorical rocks thrown at them in this case dfghjkfg #complete opposite ends of the relationship emotional spectrum here during shb lmao #estinien kicking himself for just Not going for it despite multiple chances and openings and gaius is just fucking There behind him.#setting up camp or smth equally mundane. no fucking idea about the soap opera going on w the scions right now.#like something about that visual kills me every fucking time gfhjk #they dont even get to talk abt it really when she comes back until After Paglth'an lmfao #atp the conversation is like. 1/3 that 1/3 what you'd expect after that fight #the last 1/3 is varha just going 'what do you Mean you're afraid of a 3 foot tall woman. what is krile going to do to you exactly.'#krile is one of her best friends she thinks its Really fucking funny fdghj #oc tag #varha naiarro #wolstinien

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clorofolle · 2 years

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Lemons! From my little lemon tree

#gardenblr #plantblr #lemons #citrus #i LOVE this little tree it's insane #it's like 30 yrs old and has been in the same container like almost literally for all of its life yet some years it will make 20+ lemons #two years ago he looked on the brink of death. too many pests had basically eaten him alive #he was a mess of twisted branches!! I pruned him to the best of my abilities (i have no idea how to properly prune stuff)#to give every branch more areation #and cleaned each leaf by hand #killing god knows how many hundreds of weird little flies and their eggs #and how he seems to be back to doing fine!!! last year he put on SO MANY LEAVES and this years he's carring at least 20 lemons #glad to see he's back <3<3 #been dealing with citrus leafminer now (that's a new one for me) and i hate not being able to just kill bugs by hand.#it's easier and relaxing when the plant is this small (all leaves are eye level basically)#so I've been spraying neem oil + potassium soap about once a week. new leaves seem to be much less munched on so that's good!#hope he's enjoying the extra potassium stuff that falls in the ground lmao. get fertilized asshole <3 #not rayart #plantposting

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hehosts · 1 year

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if u guys are on tiktok, follow for my soap content there which is what ive been busy on - i give additional discounts and bundles and sales to my rp mutuals since we’re all buds n’suds

#ignore my first one idk what happened to the text it got all skewed even though it looked fine in editing #but yeah i post all anime stuff mostly since those are the fandoms im working on #and this is what ive been busy #as you can see in progression that im learning lmao #i have an instagram #idk it's picking up and i share everything with you all so #i also take requests ideas and i do commissions too so #idk that's my goal is to do customs #so if you ever want your favorite canon or oc in soap form lmk lmao #im potentially doing a kickstarter with someone for their comic and stuff #so it's kind of getting there #it's mostly ouran and furuba and the like rn but i just did avatar the last airbender as a set #the airbenders are drying rn actually #and those have vitamin e oil in them #i have a bunch of misc rose molds i made with the avatar set too #those are cool im using the fire nation rn myself but anyways i have a lot of soap so yeah #we also are going to get some new molds ordered tomorrow and probably new oils so fun fun #anyways hi im going to do rp stuff now i swear

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lynkolnevans · 8 months

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Extra info/rambling in tags.

#the $20 items are gonna be bought with some other stuff i need #so itll come to around 45 anyway #im not sure how long the pre order is gonna last for the blanket but i plan to buy it #the watch is a good deal on limited time but its relatively low quality according to Reddit Watch Experts #and im not sure how much ill use it everyday but its been something i want to get to have on hand #as for the soaps i like to collect good smelling ones for fun #and my hoard of it is getting “low” as in i only have four bar soaps left #although 2 of them are too big for hand washing so i technically have 2 left for that #idk lmao the watch is a good deal (and the soaps are as well) so the time limit is making me indecisive #charley talks #i could get the watch and the soaps but with the other items in my cart ill have to wait to buy the blanket #until i can pay off my credit card #so if the pre-order ends soon ill miss out on it #hence this poll lol

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xo-cod · 6 months

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141 + reader

hc's when you five share the barracks together/just in general <3 (ooc, rushed my bad lmao, can be read platonically/romantically, reader is v close to them!!) kinda long oops 😩 might do a part 2 idk

nsfw version 🩷

there's a whole lot of testosterone and musk in the air when you're sharing living spaces with 4 men ‼️

all four men compete with each other to get your attention, even if it's unknowingly

whole lotta pouting when you're spending time with more man than the other, you're a great companion ;) and the army is lonely. they all need equal love and attention

speaking of, if you're smelling like one of them the other will immediately bundle you in his arms to put his scent on you instead and to cancel out the other (alpha behaviour 😵‍💫)

whole lotta flirting from each of them. they're all very intelligent soldiers, they know exactly what to say to get you going 😙

all of them adore the height difference with you. you get teased about it relentlessly (out of love obvi)

i don't think they're particularly messy men but ghost and gaz are the most cleanest, they like having their things in order and knowing where everything is

price is next because he's slumped with being captain so you'll see a lot of his paperwork around with coffee mugs from pulling all nighters

soap is more organised mess. it might look messy to you but he knows exactly where everything is

you, soap and gaz definitely have rap battles late at night. it starts of quiet but you'll usually hear price shouting at you three from his bedroom to stfu. ghost threatens to pull a grenade if you don't be quiet

assuming you're naturally a good cook, they'd all be so appreciative :") especially on bad days, your cooking reminds each of them of home (or lack of)

face masks! gaz would 100% be down to do them with you, soap would follow next because if gaz is doing it then he too???

ghost would roll his eyes, continuing polishing his guns with a rag "you ain't putting that muck on my face"

price would just look at you, shaking his head "got too much to do, sweetness"

but you're quite the convincer and all four men are on the floor of your bedroom, gossiping about the last mission with their preferred colour of face mask across their faces

assuming you're the only woman, they get very protective when you're hurt. soldiers get hurt from time to time but its different when it's you

"you alright, bonnie?" soap's gentle voice comes through your room as he hands you a warm mug of your fave drink

gaz had you wrapped in a big fluffy blanket, gently stroking your back

"who was it?" ghost's voice is firm, wanting to know who dared injured the youngest member of their team

"already got a handle on 'em" price follows, looking at the computer. whatever enemy dared to raise their hands on wished they'd be six feet under after all four men are done with them

you're the one each man needs when they're having a particularly bad day which are usually far in few between but sometimes it happens

gaz and soap are the types to seek you out, their faces settled in a troubled frown before they place their arms around you. no questions just yet, they just want to feel skin to skin for now. keeping them grounded before they can explain what happened. they're not looking for a fixer, just someone who'll listen

ghost and price are the type to isolate themselves for a while until it's night and then you'll find them gently knocking on your bedroom door and slipping inside, between your covers. their grip is strong, burying their faces deep into your neck whilst trying to wrap his arms as much as he can. these two won't talk much either, just looking to be held and stroked to calm down

ghost and soap are the type to show affection through lingering touches while gaz and price show affections through their words.

but speaking of hugs, each of them have their own special way they like to embrace

ghost thinks he's being slick but you realise just how touchstarved he really is, he gives hugs with his arms around your shoulders bringing you in to his chest. mostly because he's tall and broad but he likes how he can manhandle you from this position and smelling your scent <3

soap's the type to tackle you in a playful hug, maybe a spin to get a laugh out of you before he gently strokes your skin for a few seconds, a gentle kiss to your temple <3

price likes to hug from behind, resting his chin on your head while he looks at what you're doing. depending on you, his big arms are either wrapped on your waist or your shoulders <3

gaz gives side hugs because he likes linking his arm around your hips and he likes how you fit snugly into his body. and this way he can lean his head against yours and can bring you in closer with his other arm <3

all four can immediately smell you before you come in because they adore whatever perfume/spray you have

each of them would absolutely melt into pieces if you joined them/kept them company in what they were doing

and if they catch you in a towel after having a shower, best believe they're quickly walking back around to where they came from to help alleviate the growing... tent in their pants

lowkey kinda pervy 🫣 (never in a harmful way)

each of them have their strong points and would 100% train you in becoming stronger

even if you're a well established soldier, they all worry for your safety

price would teach you sniper techniques, ghost teaches you combat, gaz teaches you how to sharpen your aim and soap teaches you about explosives and how to construct/dismantle each of them

they take the training very seriously with you

a ton of cursing when their fave team loses lmaoo

if you're avid tea drinker, join the gaz/ghost/price club. if you're not, join the hater club with soap <3

ghost/gaz/soap will playfully fight with you, careful not to use their full strength and not to harm you. but it's so cute to them when you're struggling a little under them.

but when price scolds them in doing so, "i'm just helping in case there's an attack!"

if you're arguing against one of them, another will come to your defence. unless you're arguing all four then it's the silent treatment from you 🤭

all four of them melt when you call them by their real name instead of their callsign :")

ghost usually comes to you when his balaclava is broken and he'll keep you company as your fingers work their magic to the fabric, gently leaning against you as you speak to him

price will let you shape up his beard after you begging to do so and he grows to enjoy those tender moments

soap definitely calls for your help to shape up his mohawk, he trusts your hand to eye coordination above anyone elses

ghost will playfully ruffle your hair whenever you both pass each other

price gives you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder

gaz gives you a soft stroke on your arm or back whenever he's passing by

soap will gently tap his head against yours, not too hard to cause pain but just enough to know that he's there

but above all, the barracks you five share is definitely a safe space for each of them the second they come through the door <333

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lxvvie · 7 months

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Heyyyy, I'd just had this cool idea, where reader pranks the COD members by getting all glam and dressed up and ask them if they forgot date night and reader pretends to upset with them for forgetting.

*clears throat dramatically.*

Capt. John Price - Clears his throat and talks you down as only Price can and promises he'll make it up to you. Meanwhile, he's trying to figure out the last time y'all even made plans for a date night.

Gaz - Pretends not to know what you're talking about; may or may not be shitting bricks internally. Hits you with the "Er... sorry?"

Alex Keller - Is actually shitting bricks internally. Transforms into Smooth Operator Keller™ to mitigate the damage. "Lookin' good, boss."

Soap - Panics in Golden Retriever. Promises to make it up to you. Is also turned on because you look fuckin' amazing. Wanna have make-up sex or something?

Ghost - Calls your bluff; oh, the bastard would've remembered an upcoming date night. He thinks. You look amazing, though. Real amazing from the way he's eyeing you up and down. Yeah, like hell he's gonna let someone else lay eyes on you. You're all fuckin' his.

Alejandro - The one who reminds you that date night is actually tomorrow night.

Rudy - Jokes on you because tonight was actually supposed to be date night and it seems like you both forgot. Whoops.

König - König.exe short circuits and he. is. DEVASTATED. You're actually the one who has to reassure him that it was only a prank. Oh. Good. He actually does take you out afterward, though.

Horangi - An awkward silence persists before he tells you to sit on his face lmao.

Graves - Is nonplussed by your being upset but not by your obvious good looks. "Wanna go out then, darlin'? Show 'em what they're missing when they see you all dolled up for me?"

Valeria - Calls your bluff and then calls YOU out for missing date nights as well. Oh, shit—

Roach - Wait, what date night?

Keegan - Uh... makes up some bullshit excuse to make himself scarce until you calm down.

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starzshopoflove · 7 months

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Worlds biggest snoop

Soap is nosy as fuck and drags poor Gaz into his nonsense, Ghost just misses you.

Notes: fem reader! sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader, Soap is nosy, drabble! (WC:936)

Okay, it was bound to happen eventually. Simons on deployment and his poor little civilian girlfriend is left all alone in her little bookshop while he's away on base. Of course he told you before he left and, you both made sure to spend plenty of time together on dates (and in bed)

You send him off with plenty of hugs and kisses reminding him to call whenever he has time and not to forget to take care of himself. Simon would probably keep a few photos of you in his gallery in a locked album that he looks at every night before sleeping once he’s called you.

This man is so paranoid, he even changes his wallpaper. It was a photo of you holding a pie you both made together ( he stood on the side reading the instructions while you did all the work bc you were to scared he would mess with the dough, this man has lived off of mre’s and meat his ass can NOT bake) with a little ghost dough shape baked on the top. Now its just a picture of a pile of books with your glasses on the top of the stack. Easy enough to pass off as a nice photo and still something to remind him of you.

He makes sure he has no trace of you on him once he's on base. Save for the one picture he has of you both holding a big bouquet of flowers side by side, he's staring at you stare at the camera like a love sick puppy, while you're smiling so wide your eyes are shut. That's the only thing he will keep on him, if he dies on the field he wants the last thing he sees to be you. Other than that he risks nothing.

Plain clothes that don't have your smell, none of the fancy lotions you’ve forced him to use, none of the little trinkets you slip in his pocket, none of the little letters you've slipped in his bag (He saved those to read when he came back).

Nothing.

But he was bound to fuck up eventually no?

Soap was the first to get nosy. His LT was never this calm or relaxed on deployment. He rushed a little more to get to his office each night. What was even weirder is he would lock the door this time, he never locked the door.

So of course he started taking matters into his own hands. Standing behind Ghost when he was sitting down on his phone, once he even saw him scroll past the locked album. He didn't open it of course. He never opened that unless he was alone, but he scrolled past it and Soap could see the album title.

Your Initial with a heart next to it.

This is when all the bells actually went off in his head. At first he thought Ghost finally went to therapy (LMAO NO) or maybe picked up a hobby (DOUBLE NO), but heart emojis? What on Gods green earth had moved thee Ghost to using a heart emoji

Soap was sticking like glue to Simon, reluctantly he tolerated this. Except of course when 9pm rolled around and he was kicking him out of the office.

“Come on Lt, what you gettin 'rid ‘f me for? Not like yer gonna wank in the office yeah?”

“Get out”

“Aw come on can't spare ya favorite sargent a couple hours to entertain?”

Soap was whining at this point just being an annoying little shit to try and break him.

“Out”

Ghost just dragged him out by the collar like a misbehaved kitten.

Making a show of it Johnny walked down the halls wailing about how Ghost must hate him and that their friendship means nothing, while Simons just watched him tumble around dramatically wrapping his arms around Gaz.

Once he hears the click of Ghost's office door locking he instantly straightens up, face locked on like he's on a mission and arm wrapped around Gaz like iron.

Gaz the poor boy, is verily confused watching this interaction, more confused as to why Soap is dragging him to their Lt’s door.

"C’mon”

Soap hisses pressing his ear on the door motioning Kyle to do the same.

“Fuck is you doing?”

Gaz is looking as Soap like a child who's about to get a shot, lips pursed tightly, eyes narrowed up. Course Johnny just pulls him to press up too.

Price probably just walks past them mumbling some nonsense about kids these days ignoring it, the less he knows the better

The 2 stand there in silence for a good moment until they hear the classic dialing of a number and the shifting of what sounds like Ghost taking off his mask.

Then, the sound of a woman's voice?

“Well you look awfully tired”

Oh my god Lt’s calling a woman

Your voice is chirpy and bright probably since you’ve got the night shift and had enough sleep to run the shop for the night. You little chitters of how your day went and questions of concern filled the room soothing Simon's nerves of whatever he was worrying about that day.

Soap and Gaz are jaw slacked behind the door staring at each other listening to this. Lt’s bird chirping through the little phone speaker and him actually replying in full sentences in a soft warm tone they didn't know existed

The 2 scatter before the call ends giggling to each other, well Soap giggling Gaz trying to process how Lt got a girl before him

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sant-riley · 6 months

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Yeah but like what if one day Gaz walked into a room and saw Y/N FNAF lore dumping to Ghost

[Infodumping the boys]

(Mostly Platonic tf141 x gen neutral! reader, hints at Ghost bc it’s me and I’m biased.)

Summary: Teddy aka You, decide to gather the gang and tell them about five nights at Freddy’s before the movie comes out.

Word count: 800 ish

Warnings: Possibly of for the boys (idrc tho lmao), Teddy is this readers callsign, reader is implied to be at least early 20’s, I can’t think of anything else tbh but lmk if this does need something tagged!

It wasn't uncommon for you to infodump your teammates, they're all older than you and have significantly less screen time than you (it ties into being older). Most of the information you give them is something they take as fact, this is no different.

Gaz of all people knows your interests best, you two being the closest in age means you both realistically grew up with the internet and its most popular series.

The last thing he expected walking into one of the many meeting rooms on base, was you at the front of the room, your laptop hooked up to the projector and Price and Soap sitting down, dutifully listening with varying degrees of attention.

Price is to your left, staring down at mission documents that no doubt need to be turned in by tomorrow. A glass of some liquor next to his stack, a cigar box that's propped open right by it as well.

To anyone else, it would seem like Price isn't listening and he's just here to keep you from bothering him to come but Gaz can see the Captain's eye flick up every so often, his eyes softening when his gaze falls on yours, listening for a few beats, a miniscule upturn of his lips until he's looking back down again, grabbing a pen to make a correction.

Soap on the other hand is sitting next to Cap, a hand resting under his chin, the other flipping around a pen in his hands. He's nodding and asking questions as you flick through. Below him is a notebook that seems to have scribbled in it, if Gaz walked in further he could see little drawings of Monty Gator and Soap himself, a Venn diagram with a large red writing saying "Mohawk!!"

Ghost being there probably should be a shock but it isn't. The man is known to follow you around like a shadow, he humors you arguably the most out of the four men, letting you drag him to and from places with minimal complaint. He bets Ghost is gonna be the one to take you to the five nights at Freddys movie premiere.

Simon's dressed down to just his hoodie and his balaclava mask, attentively watching you as you speak passionately about each character and their role in the series. his dark eyes flicking around to stare at the drawings you inserted so everyone could see what the animatronics and others looked like.

You would've thought this was a mission debrief with how focused he was on your words.

Gaz lets out a fake cough, announcing himself to the room and he watches as your eyes immediately latch onto him, he ignores how his heart skips a beat when he sees the crinkles of your eyes, seeing you shoot a glowing smile his way.

You always look at him like that but he never tires of it.

"Gaz! Finally, you're here!"

Rushing over to him, you grab at his hand, quickly intertwining fingers, and start dragging him to the seat next to Ghost. He sits down with a huff, amusement swimming around his eyes. You move to go back to the front of the room, gleefully rocking on the balls of your feet as you look at them.

"What's all this about?" He questions, after getting nods in acknowledgment from the other 3 men in the room.

"Teddy here is tellin' us about five nights at…Frankies?"

"It's Freddy's, Johnny." You roll your eyes playfully.

"No shot you're making Ghost and Cap listen to this."

"I'm not making them do anything, they're here of their own free will, thank you very much." Sticking out your tongue, moving to click to the next slide.

"Is that true Cap?"

"It's background noise," John murmurs with a shrug, taking a swig out of his glass. He leans back in his seat, seemingly taking a momentary break as he looks around at the table.

"Got nothin' better else to do," Simon answers easily, looking at Gaz from the corner of his eye.

"You ain't gonna ask me, Garrick?"

"Nah, you of all people would enjoy it."

"What's tha-"

"Boys! Shut it! We're getting to the good part!" You clap your hands together and Soap immediately cuts himself off, looking back at you.

With all the boys' eyes on you, you clear your throat and push a button, there, from when Gaz remembers, is Michael Afton in all his purple nasty body glory.

"Fucks wrong with him? Why does he look like that?" Simon remarks, an eyebrow shooting up.

"I'm so glad you asked, you know actually the more I think about it, You and Michael actually have a lot in common.”

"How so?"

"Asshole dad, the oldest brother, daddy issues, I can keep going if you want."

Ghost just grunts in acknowledgment, raising a hand to his head and rubbing at his temples.

Price chokes on his liquor, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe.

Soap audibly drops an "oh."

And Gaz just stares, truth be told, yeah. Yeah, he can see the resemblance.

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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months

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Well, u know. About the size kink, maybeeee during that moment, Simon suddenly thinking y/n like a living flashlight. Oppps. I should shower with the holy water. Btw, how about a fic of size kink with daddy John????

#WhereIShouldBuyHolyWater? #Damn

I was in Rome recently and actually did bring back a few small bottles of holy water. let me know if you need any. but then again, looking at this... I might need 'em all myself, lmao. thank you for the sudden inspo, sweet anon! 💌 also: john price, or john "soap" mactavish? never written either character, but I'm so down to giving them a go for you!

content/warnings: simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader, objectification, penetrative sex, size kink. no use of pronouns for the reader. words: 365. 18+; minors do not interact!

"Shh, sweetheart," Ghost murmured against your lips, as his fingers tightened their grip around your thighs. You were light as a fuckin' feather in his arms: so easy for him to pick up and slide back down on his throbbing cock. "Good little toys don't make sounds when they get used, do they?"

You shook your head, your twinkling eyes glued on him.

"That's right, darlin'," he chuckled against your cheek, lips pressing lazy kisses on your skin, fingers digging into your flesh. "My little fuckin' darlin's the perfect little thing for me, yeah? Pussy fuckin' dripping when I use you like this, baby—"

Your arousal was coating every last inch of him, dripping down his shaft and onto his balls as he picked you up once more, only to slide you back down. Every inch of him stretching open your soft warmth, as he ground into you.

Too big, he knew.

Yet to make him proud, as usual, not a single whine passed your pretty lips. His thumb brushed against your bottom one, and he chuckled as you drew it inside your mouth: tongue twirling around the tip, cheeks sucking on it in your desperation to muffle your moans.

All to make him proud, yeah?

"Fuckin' hell, sweetheart. Gettin' me so bloody close like tha'—"

You truly were nothing but the perfect little toy for him to use. His little fleshlight, his little pocket pussy to fuck whenever he needed it. From the thought, Ghost could feel himself twitching inside you: just as he could see it on your features as your brows knitted from the sudden stretch.

"Tryin' so fuckin' hard for me, eh?" His laugh was a deep rumble as he picked up the pace of fucking into you. "Such a good little thing. So well fuckin' trained to take my cock. Every fuckin' inch, yeah? Not too much for my darlin', is it?"

You shook your head: the twinkle in your eyes—fuckin' adorable—pushing him right on the edge of his release.

"Good fuckin' doll. Keep it up and maybe—," he cursed against your cheek, "maybe I'll just let my little fuckin' thing come around me once I've gotten this little pussy nice and full of my cum, yeah?"

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Hiiiii❤️ I idk if this is a Drabble or a headcaon but here I go anyways😅 . Hear some context So you don’t think I’m some weirdo. So in the 2017 movie called the babysitter and this character Allison got shot in the b00b and she “omg he shot me in the b00b what kind of dçk shots a girl in the b00bs” (funny scene) so basically fem!reader with platonic!taskforce141. And there on a mission and suddenly they hear the same line on their coms and they’re like 😳

(feel free to ignore)

A/N: LMAO - I had to look up the scene for this as a reference. Just picturing Price's paternal disappointment when he realizes his team acts like a bunch of children. Sorry, this is rlly short!

Summary: Your attempt at comedic relief sets off a chain reaction of immaturity.

Warning(s): platonic!141, canon-typical mild injury, suggestive language, AFAB!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 554

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Compared to some of the other operations you’d done with them, this was a piece of cake. A simple infiltrate and exfil mission where you’d be clearing house in one of Hassan’s safehouses—a mere breadcrumb leading to the man himself.

Price thought it would go smoothest if everyone split up, but to keep within shouting distance. It was only a small facility, after all.

Being ambushed? Shot? That was not something you saw in the cards for today.

Luckily, you got a bullet in him before he had a chance to do worse. But here you were, slumped against the wall with all the air knocked out of your lungs.

“Heard the shots, Sergeant. You broken?”

Captain Price’s voice crackled through near instantly, the second he had pulled the trigger on you. Though it took a few seconds, you managed to recuperate, and asses the room in front of you. The man who shot you K.I.A, and you very fortunate.

You peered down at your chest; indeed not broken, but injured. The vest had absorbed the shot, causing a relieved sigh to escape your lips. Obviously, if you really had a bullet in your chest, you wouldn’t just be sitting there—but the adrenaline of escaping death eliminated any rationality.

You unbuttoned the first few buttons on your shirt, seeing a welt on your breast as if the man had his gaze set on them when he pulled the trigger. Still, with your hand on the button of your radio, you finally gave some sort of answer.

“Bastard shot me in the boobs.” It was a mumble, but there was no way in hell they didn’t hear that.

As you winced, you seemed to forget that the entire team was on the other line—probably way more concerned with your life than the health of your tits. “What kind of dick shoots a girl in the boobs?” You asked rhetorically, despite the astonished silence on the other line.

“You were shot in your…?” Gaz was the first to speak up, his tone practically painting the picture of his signature squint.

Before the next voice chimed in, you could swear you heard whoever it was stifling a laugh. “Thanks for that.” Soap chimed in, accent crackling against the static. His smirk was visible even if his words; the natural flirt in him coming out no matter what.

Ghost had remained silent, probably muting his comms so he didn’t have to listen to this. And Price? Oh, Price… He’s got his head in his hands with pure disappointment. How did this status update turn so unprofessional, so quickly?

“Wait, let me get this straight,” Soap comes in again, a smug sneer on his face. “He shot you on the—”

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Price blurts, interrupting the immature banter daring to be further set in motion. He was fighting every urge to crack a smile at the pure ridiculousness, but his poker face and stern tone prevented it.

“Tactical or not, John, it’s a tough break.” Laswell comes in, your only saving grace against Price’s father-like disappointment. She was the last superior of yours you’d expected to find it humorous, but she did, nonetheless.

This would definitely be the source material for the next HR meeting, you could see it now.

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empresskylo · 1 year

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Again...

no plot, just ghost sneaking into your room at night to force you to orgasm without taking your clothes off.

a/n: this idea was literally taken from the book i was reading lmao. anyways, have some visual treats of ghost in sweatpants.

cw: smut, dub-con

simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

wc: 1.6k+

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

Ghost had been staring you down more than usual lately, making you shiver under his watchful eyes. He looked like he wanted to eat you whole.

You felt him brush against you after your last meeting and your whole body went hot. He must have noticed your shock because you could see his eyes squint in a smile. You felt your breath get lost in your throat when Ghost lifted you up during training, his hands lingering far too long on your waist.

And so you were startled when you felt his body slip into the bed behind you. You turned your head and saw Ghost as he snuggled in against your back, spooning you.

“Ghost,” you said exasperated. “What’re you doing?” You hissed.

“Soap’s snoring was driving me crazy.”

“So your solution was to come to my bed?” You asked flustered. He had never actually made a move like this on you. He simply just fucked you with his eyes. His arms draped around your waist and you got goosebumps. “Your beds’ warm,” he cooed, his breath hot on your neck. You could smell the whiskey.

“Any bed with a blanket is warm, Lt.” Your voice stuttered, and that only made Ghost grin in arrogance.

“Been dying to feel you,” he mumbled against your shoulder. You gulped as he pulled you into him, your body flat against his, his cock unmistakably hard and digging into your ass. Your voice wavered, “Ghost.” God, what was he doing? You wanted to kick him out of your bed, and yet your voice was getting lost in your throat as his hands groped you. You shut your eyes momentarily as Ghost’s hands traced along your stomach, then over your thighs. One of his hands grabbed your breast through your sleep shirt and you shook yourself out of your daze. “You shouldn’t be in my bed!” You whispered harshly.

He hummed against your neck, his mask brushing your skin. “You really want me to leave, yeah?” His hand squeezed your thigh while his other pinched your nipple between his fingers. “Y-Y-Yes,” you fumbled, your head leaning back against him in pleasure.

“Sure doesn’t seem like it,” he teased. His hand snaked to your crotch, his hand cupping your pussy and his fingers digging into your clothed entrance. You yelled. “Why don’t you ride my fingers, pet.”

You groaned, “No. This-It’s not appropriate.” You snarled.

His fingers began to move against you to get you started and you gasped. Your hands gripped the sheets as he teased you. Suddenly, he halted movement. You whined. “Ride. My. Fingers”, he commanded in your ear. You don’t know what came over you but you began to slowly move your hips so your clit brushed against his hand. Ghost held still as he watched you use his hand. You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. It was dirty and absurd. But, fuck, his hand felt better than your own.

You could feel Ghost’s cock pressing against you harder now. You wiggled and rolled your hips as much as you could in this position, his fingers feeling so good against you. “Gonna come without me even having to do anything?” He asked, an annoying tinge in his voice. His words made you wetter. You groaned in your throat as you dug your hips down so his fingers pressed further against you. You swirled your hips and you could feel a warmth radiating throughout your body.

“That’s it, love,” he praised. He couldn’t help from grinding his hips against you. That sent you over the edge, making you whither and shake beneath him. You gripped his arms, moaning as he moved his fingers on his own, helping you ride out your high.

When you relaxed back into the mattress, you opened your eyes in shame and stared into the dark. You could feel Ghost’s hot breath on your ear. What the hell were you doing? This wasn’t like you. You should not be doing this with your fucking lieutenant of all people.

You went to tell him to leave but he was quicker than you. He rolled over so you lay under him, your face buried into the mattress. You gasped. “ Again ,” he said with a sudden darkness in his voice. It sent shivers straight to your core.

“What? No, I can’t—“ Ghost’s hand remained against your core, the weight of his body making his hand dig into you. He began to grind against your back, pushing you into the mattress and into his hand. You moaned, shoving your head into your pillow to muffle the sounds. You wanted to scream from the overstimulation. Ghost’s cock rubbed against you with each thrust. His knee came between your legs and spread them, resting himself between your thighs. His cock dragged against your core with each rut of his hips now, his hand digging into your clit. You couldn’t move under his weight as he kept shifting on top of you. You whined, struggling to breathe under him. You were forced against his hand, your clit sending sparks up your spine. Finally, you were writhing under him again, your legs shaking and bending upwards, your mouth gasping for air.

You sank loosely back into your bed, a sweet wave of your lasting climax washing over you.

“ Again ,” Ghost growled lowly in your ear.

Your eyes widened as he began to thrust against you again. You groaned in pain that slowly mixed with pleasure again. “Ghost,” you whimpered. You wouldn’t be able to orgasm three times in a row, there was no way! He grunted as he rocked his hips against you, his cock slamming into your clothed entrance with each go as if you were actually having sex.

Ghost’s fingers curled so he pushed you roughly into them each time he rutted into you, making you yelp. It felt so good. You felt your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the overstimulation. Ghost picked up speed, humping against you faster and rougher now, your bed squeaking. You mewled under him, your legs beginning to shake again, your hands ripping into your sheets. You shoved your face into your pillow to muffle your scream as you came hard against his hand again. Ghost groaned loudly in your ear, coming in his sweatpants as he lazily thrusted against you a few more times. You didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm that many times.

He finally collapsed on top of you, your body still trying to calm down from the three orgasms. Ghost rolled over and pulled you with him. “You ever come three times in a row like that?”

You looked down at his mask-covered face, your hands against his chest. “I told you to stop!” You hissed, out of breath.

“Answer my question or I’ll make you come a fourth time.”

Your eyes widened. There’s no way you could…

You shook your head. “No. I never came three times like that. Happy?!”

Ghost pulled you down against him. “I love how much you wiggle and squirm beneath me.” You gulped, his grip tightening around you. He could feel your nipples harden against his chest.

“On second thought, I think I’ll make you come again just for the hell of it.”

“Ghost, I can’t. I’m too—“ You tried to plead. He rolled on top of you, your back pressed into the mattress this time. Ghost was settled between your legs, his cock already hard again and pressed against your core; this man was crazy. You squirmed as he looked down at you. His eyes were dark and hard to make out but you knew he was ravishing you with his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of how flustered you looked. Ghost began to grind into you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You immediately groaned lowly, pain and pleasure shooting through you. “Ghost,” you whimpered, his face resting against the nape of your neck.

“Keep sayin’ my name, baby.”

You moaned into his shoulder as he thrusted against you. His cock dragged against your swollen clit with each snap of his hips. His body crushed you beneath him, barely holding himself up as he lazily humped you. Your nails dug into his clothed back. You mewled under him, bucking your hips up into him. “Mhmmm,” he hummed, the head of his cock bumping against your clit. His hand fisted your hair. “Oh my god, Ghost,” you whined breathlessly. Ghost immediately picked up speed until he was thrusting against you with such force that your bed was slamming into the wall. You didn’t care at this moment that others might hear the lieutenant dry-humping you into another universe as your bed hit the wall. You tried to buck up into him again but his weight overpowered you. You began to moan, your legs shaking, your nails dragging along Ghost’s back, making a chill of pleasure run down his spine. Ghost grunted in what sounded like pain as he came in his pants for a second time that night. You gasped, trying to catch your breath as this large man crushed you.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, his accent heavier than usual. “Imagine what we could do without clothes.” He finally stopped moving his hips against yours and he rolled you both to the side so he spooned you like earlier. With him getting what he wanted from you, you expected him to up and leave now. “Aren’t you gonna go back to your room?” You asked, faking annoyance in your voice and trying not to sound so exasperated. You felt your forehead sweating from the power of your fourth orgasm.

Ghost settled around you, his head nudged into your hair. “Nope,” he said with a grin, pulling you tighter into his chest, his hand far too close to your breast. “I wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout Soap’s snoring.”

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