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Peek a Boo(NarutoxSasuke) 1/3

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Tags: Ex-lovers to friends to Lovers, co-parenting, ABO, stalking, Alpha!Naruto, Omega!Sasuke, modern day, everyone is alive

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“Sasuke, Sasuke.” Naruto blew smoke from his blunt. He’s sitting on the porch of his house. Sasuke has their son on his hip as he walks up the walkway.

“Naruto.” A simple greeting.

Naruto laughs. He adores Sasuke’s dry tone. With one more blow of smoke, he rested his blunt on the ashtray. “How’s my favorite omega doing?”

Sasuke rolls his eyes. He walks up the steps, dropping their child’s overnight bag next to Naruto. “I’m alright, Naruto.”

“Daddy.” Menma says in Sasuke’s arms, reaching out for Naruto. He’s three years old with all of Naruto’s energy.

Naruto takes him from Sasuke. Sasuke watches Naruto settle their son on his lap. Kissing his cheeks as Menma smacks his Daddy’s face in joy. He lives with Sasuke, but they have a lax setup with Menma. Whenever Naruto wants him, he gets him, which is pretty often since he works on his family’s farm.

Sasuke is a city boy. Though he will admit, he enjoyed helping the Uzumakis birth the new calf last week.

“Pa’s in the house. You could go in, and say hi.” He lets Menma go, and his little legs take him into the house. The door slams loudly causing Kyuubi to bark.

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Paws (GhostSoap) Call of Duty

Rating: G-T

Summary:

Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Prince have been in the Heavy Metal band, Underground 141, for over 20 years. They know they're a successful band, their manager Laswell has them working as a tight unit, and their accountants would agree as well. Three out of the four of them have kids, two are married and Ghost likes being the odd man out. 

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Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Prince have been in the Heavy Metal band, Underground 141, for over 20 years. They know they're a successful band, their manager Laswell has them working as a tight unit, and their accountants would agree as well. 

Three out of the four of them have kids, two are married and Ghost likes being the odd man out. 

In his bones, he is a woodsman at heart. He likes wilderness activities, and collecting guns. His home is a fortress, yet it's also littered with teenagers' junk since Soap’s kids like being at his home as much as their Father does. 

He never understood his friends' fascination with him, and his kids have caught it as well. He's had to yell at them a few times when Gaz and Price bring their kids over and they want time with him as well. 

He knows more information about how the people think about their band than he's used to knowing, now that Emilio, Soap’s oldest, likes to record them for his TikToks. 

Ghost is always in his mask when he's recording. The world has never seen his face. He performs with it, does photoshoots in it and interviews. 

He was homeschooled as a kid, and the only person with photos of him as a kid is his brother. 

Against his will, he's learned the internet likes to ship Soap and he. He finds it odd. Shouldn't they ship their lead singer with someone who's handsome, or his ex-wife. He doesn't understand the appeal that two middle aged men have to people. 

Valeria, Soap’s ex, and PR manager, called him a Puta, when she told him to post more pictures of him and John on his insta instead of the fish he catches. 

Later that day, a photo of him without his face showing, and shirtless, with his fish he caught, shows up on Johnny's Instagram. They spent the weekend at one of Ghost cabins, making a fire, and cooking soup the old fashion way. It was something they liked to do from time to time. He knew Soap took photos of him, always has since they met. The little freak likes to act like the paparazzi and take photos of him when he thinks Simon isn't paying attention. 

The Internet instantly knows it's Ghost body. He may not show his face, but he shows his arms every now and again. It gets hot on stage playing the guitar for four hours, while Gaz will play the drums while they shower him with water during one of their theatrical sets. 

Valeria high fived Soap the next time they had a management meeting. 

He stood up and took a bow, everyone clapping for him. 

Ghost didn't clap, he was just confused. 

“Simon, ye just don't know the appeal ye have on people.” Johnny said when the meeting was over, as they walked down the hallway for their studio session. Johnny had his arm wrapped around Simon’s, leaning his head on the tall man’s shoulder. 

“Your attention is enough to fill a stadium. I don't need more people gawking at me.” Simon said, behind his half mask. 

“Ye just need me, big yin?” 

“I got you, even if I don't want you, don't I?” 

Soap laughs. “Damn, right.” He reaches over and rubs his hand on Simon's stomach over his signature black hoodie. “Ye gonnae cook fer me later?” 

“If you can make whatever those lyrics Gaz was trying to explain to us in that meeting sound good, sure.” 

They arrived, at the entrance of the studio, and Soap, wrapped a hand around Ghost wrist, “As long as ye, haz a right melody for me to holler to.” 

“Oh, I'll give you something to holler to, Johnny.” 

Ghost watched the blush flush up Soap's face, before opening the door, and pushing the Scottman inside. 

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Ghost shouldn't be surprised that it took this long for it to happen. 

Soaps have been hinting around for a while on the subject, and even the kids have been showing him videos and dropping horrible concealed hits on the topic, and now he's in this predicament. 

“Guys, guys, look at the new puppy my Uncle Ghost got!” Emilio was recording him while the dalmatian puppy was trying to take his sock off as he sat on the floor in front of his couch in the living room. 

The curly hair teen had his phone up, moving around in slow circles trying to get every angle, Ghost guessed. Soap was sitting on the couch next to him with Ghost's head resting on his knee. 

He had his official Ghost mask on since he knew the boy was going to record at some point during their time together. 

Soap’s daughter Tila, was in the kitchen eating out of a bag of grapes with the fridge door open. 

“Get ye a bowl, wee an.” Soap yelled for about the third time, but the 12 year old continued eating on the floor. 

“It's fine.” Ghost said he had one of his arms curled around Soap’s leg. He caressed his friend's ankle. “You MacTavish always eat me out of house and home. Don't know why you just don't move in at this point.” 

Soap stuck a few fingers under the back of Ghost’s mask, fiddling with the hairs on the back. “Dinnae thinks a Britt like ye, could handle us Scotts 24/7.” He murmurs. 

Simon huffs a laugh. He glances as Emilio picks up the puppy, and records themselves dancing together to some song. The boy had his ear buds in. 

“Oh, and 23/6.5 is clearly my limit.” 

Soap hums. 

“Well, both of our names are on the wee dug's certificate.” He says with a tone of nonchalant. 

Ghost firmly grasps Johnny's ankle. “Yeah, even though it's my dog.” 

Soap hums again. He takes his hand out of Ghost mask, and slides down on the floor with him. 

“Be careful Johnny. You can't get up and down like you used to.” Ghost teases. 

“Name the time, Si, and I can show ye, how much I can still get up and down just fine. Treat yeez like a bonnie cuddy.” He takes Simon's hand into his, and grins a feral grin at his long time friend before licking his bottom lips and biting it. 

Simon laughs at him. “I thought you needed a wedding before you'd give it up again.” 

“Aye, I do.” He looks at Simon meaningfully. 

Oh. 

“Oh.” 

Soap chuckles at him. “Let's talk more when the bairns are asleep, yeah? Maybe I'll show yeez a good winch.” 

Ghost is speechless after that. 

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Mix and Match (GhostSoap ABO)

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According to military rules, once you join, any spouse you have has to go to another military officer if you're K.I.A. Any knowledge they have has to stay in the branch you joined.

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“Bend over Johnny.” 

Soap does as told. His pregnant belly is in the way, but he leans down over the bathroom counter while Ghost stands behind him, and pulls his pants down. 

Ghost squats behind him, his thumb rubbing over his unopened pussy. The spot is still sensitive, since it won't be cracked until he gives birth. 

Soap's moans are muffled by the marble counter. 

“Can't believe my brother couldn't break this open.” His gloved finger caresses the thick pubic hairs over the outer labia.

“We never tried.” Soap defends. 

Ghost tsk, then pulls Soap's pants back up while he stands. “And if I try, you might go into early labor.” He pats Soaps bum. “I'll put my scent into you another way.” 

Then walks out of the bathroom without a look back at Soap.

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It's been three months since Tommy, Soap's mate, had been K.I.A, and two since he'd meet Ghost. 

He's heard stories about Ghost. Any one who's been in the military has. He's a big mother fucker who walks on air. He's a hard ass to his recruits, but knows how to make the perfect soldier. 

And he's his brother in law. 

According to military rules, once you join, any spouse you have has to go to another military officer if you're K.I.A. Any knowledge they have has to stay in the branch you joined. It didn't matter that Soap himself was a decorated demolition expert, he was an Omega first, and a pregnant one at that.

He never met Ghost at any of the family functions, but they did receive a gift at their wedding from the guy. 

At the base he was at with Tommy, it had a more family friend atmosphere to it. He had a crew of other parent Omegas and Betas he was getting to know, so he wouldn't be alone for the long deployments Tommy would still go through. Now, he was on a base, called The 141, and the conditions were harsher, more feral in nature. 

Ghost always wore a mask. 

He met Price, the Head Alpha of the pack, warmly welcomed Soap to their base, and instantly started talking to him about his expertises. 

Then he met Gaz, Price’s Omega, and he had a toddler, strapped to his back, sleeping, while they walked outside, and he showed Soap the exercise grounds, and one of the spots had a mud pit. 

Children of different ages were running around naked in it wrestling each other. Then one called out Mom, before running over to Gaz and hugging the heck out of him while caked in dirt. 

Soap was surprised, but a deep part of him felt relief, and he couldn't explain why. 

Ghost didn't talk to him much. He had a room ready for Soap before he showed up, along with another room. 

“Once we heard about you, they upgraded me to this house. Decorate it how you want.” Ghost told him on the first day. 

Since then he's ordered new things to the house. Everything in his old home, minus a few things he had before mating Tommy, was gone. It had Tommy's smell in it, and he can't take a new mating bite while smelling like the old guy. 

Ghost had found an alternative route to getting his smell inside Soap, and he was drinking it from his Stanley cup while standing next to Ghost while he yelled at the recruits. He had woken up alone, which is normal for him so far, but today he needed more and stole a sweater from Ghost’s hamper before grabbing his protein shake and walking out the home to find Ghost. 

His new mate wasn't hard to find when he allowed himself to be. 

Taking a sip. “Aye, Ghost?” He was drowning in Ghost’s sweater, he had to roll the sleeves up to his elbows, and he tucked the front part into his pants. 

“Yes, Johnny?” There was a moment for conversation while the soldiers ran their laps. 

They were standing under a shaded tent, a bench behind them, and a random man, Soap thinks his name was Roach, was cleaning a gun at a table. 

“Wit ye put in this drank? Taste different.” 

Ghost looks at Soap, Soap assumes he's raising his eyebrow, but he can't be sure with that balaclava on. “Didn't change shit about it Johnny.” 

Soap wants to whine at him. Call him a liar. “Aye want another one.” Soap mumbles with the straw between his lips. 

Ghost huffs a laugh, looking Johnny up and down, then looks back at his recruits. “Wait until I get home.” 

Soap feels furious, then gestures for the other man with them. “Cannae the laddie watch over them.” 

The antenna on the man’s helmet bounced for a moment. 

“No, he can't.” Ghost admits, reluctantly. “Also, those drinks take time to make, so you'd be waiting anyway.” 

Before Soap can have the meltdown, Ghost can sense is coming, he grabs the front of Soap's shirt, and yanks him to stand in front of Ghost. Ghost rests a hand on Soap's stomach, and rubs it. 

Soap's body instantly relaxed, leaning back into Ghost’s body. “If I told you to blow up that building over there, killing all those recruits. How would you do it?” Ghost asks. 

Soap purrs as if Ghost asked him for his hand on marriage, and goes off on explaining in detail how he'd do it. 

Off to the side, Roach is taking pictures on his flip phone. 

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The infant is swaddled with military precision, while Soap is laid out, six weeks post, with Ghost between his legs on their bed. 

The stupid mask is still on, but Soap is too incoherent to care. His pussy is open, and Ghost is examining it. His gloves are on, sticking his fingers inside of Soap's hole. The leather eases the glide as he fingers him in and out. 

Soap is beyond the word sensitive. He's already squirted three times in the thirty minutes Ghost has been touching him. Ghost is in a short sleeve top, white no less, and evidence of Soaps fluids are sprinkled all over it. He's in his boxers, so there's skin to skin where their thighs meet with Johnny's legs over his hips. 

Johnny's in the nude, freshly showered before Ghost caught him. He was looking down at his son, sleeping in the bassinet before Ghost silently curled an arm around him, and down onto his back. 

“This here mine, Johnny?” Ghost asks. 

“Nae without a knot, sir.” Soap cheeky replies. 

Ghost nods. “You're right, soldier.” He pulls his fingers out. Wiping the excess on Soap's pubes. “You could get pregnant again after this.” Ghost sticks a hand into his boxer, before pulling his fat uncircumcised cock out. 

Soap shivers at the heat his pussy feels when Ghost's cock presses against it. “Sure can.” Soaps answers. 

“I think you belong on the field, soldier.” Ghost rubs Soap's inner thigh with his free hand. 

“Ah do, sir.” Soap throws his head back, when Ghost pokes the head of his cock, just at the opening. 

“Johnny, Johnny. You've met me less than a year ago, and I've just been making all of these decisions for you.” He pushes in. “I wonder if you listened this well to my brother.” 

“Naw!” Soap squeals, he grips the bed sheets. He silently screams when Ghost fucks into him. Not too kindly caring for how new his pussy is. 

“So you're not always this easy?” The slap, slap of their skin is music to both of their ears. Ghost can't deny how he's been waiting to get inside Soap. The little demolition expert has been a figure in his dreams for too damn long since even before he acquired him from his brother. 

“Naw, sir. Just ye. Special like that.” Johnny admits. 

Ghost pushes half of his mask up, Johnny looks up at him with dazed eyes. “Yer teeth…” 

Ghost pulls out, and turns Soap onto his stomach. “Along with my knot, all six of your scent marks will be bit tonight. I won't be foolish like my brother, and allow another you to get pregnant by another if I die.”

One of his fangs slices into the back of Johnny's neck. “Deep in your bones is where you'll feel me.” 

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#ghostsoap #cod #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #alpha beta omega #arranged marriage

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Omega!Saimon AU

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Blank period 🍥🍅

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I'm the funniest person alive

Got hooked on pixiv fanart of these two doing old* man yaoiz and the demons wouldn't rest until I made this

(I made this entire thing without managing to watch a single episode of Boruto. My spirit is indomitable.)

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Never say never!

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Routine

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When to get along they find 'a common ground'

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Found in the trash can

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55 for the ficlet pls!

Steve took a moment to take everything in. Dum-E was cheerfully spinning its wheels and going nowhere in a puddle of blue foam. U was trapped in a corner, beeping pathetically as the same blue foam oozed in its direction. Tony looked unbothered by it. Or maybe he was just succeeding at trying to look unbothered. He supposed looking unbothered was the only thing Tony could do in defense to the scene in front of Steve.

Especially since Tony was hanging from the ceiling, left arm stuck above his head with the same blue foam.

"Hmm," Steve finally acknowledged.

"I said I was busy," Tony cut in before he could continue. He waved his free hand around. "I was just figuring out a way to tackle this. I'm fine. Everything is fine."

"You are being ridiculous," Steve corrected. "Everything is not fine. You are hanging from the ceiling."

Tony pointed at him sharply, clearly intending to argue with him, but instead all he let out was a startled yelp as he slowly began to turn in circles. The foam attaching him to the ceiling bubbled and lengthened, making him swing vaguely back and forth.

Steve bit his cheek to keep from laughing at him. "What were you even trying to do?"

"Make an adhesive that could be used on the Hulk to try and stop him instead of the suit," Tony answered, defeated. He was still slowly circling his way down toward the ground. "I thought if it was foam, he wouldn't react so defensively."

"Well, I understand the reasoning," Steve offered, looking around the workshop to try and find an area he could leap to. It was pretty covered. Some parts of foam were still growing. "Why is it blue?"

"I was gonna make it purple, but the chemicals reacted to the blue dye before I could add red," Tony sighed. His trajectory looked to be on par with a particularly large pile of oozing foam. He seemed to realize that too, if the resignation on his face was anything to go by.

Steve leapt up on a table and reached out to grab his ankle, towing him over. "Get the gauntlet off."

"It's literally oozed inside the gauntlet. Just save yourself," Tony said, resignation giving way to sudden exhaustion. "It's not toxic. I'll be fine once it wears off."

"We will be fine once it wears off," Steve corrected, matter-of-fact, and reached up to grab the ooze and pull so Tony could put his feet on the table. Nothing happened, except that he couldn't get his hand out of the ooze. He took a moment to consider this, dumbfounded. He'd truly thought he could just pull Tony free.

"Steve!" Tony wailed in dismay. "What have you done!"

Steve blinked. What had he done? He didn't even know what was in this stuff. "Well, I wanted to spend time with you anyway, so--" he began.

"THIS IS GOING TO TAKE HOURS TO WEAR OFF!" Tony bellowed, shoving at him, and they both yelped as it knocked Steve off kilter and they both tripped off the table. The went back to Tony's previous slow, pathetic swaying in circles.

"This isn't my fault," Steve said, and Tony screeched at him.

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It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.

Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.

Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.

Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“

“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”

“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”

Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.

This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.

“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?

“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.

“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”

Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.

Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.

“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”

-

“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.

Harry nods.

He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.

Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.

And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.

written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.

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Another commission, this one for adja. She asked for sweet and loving Wincest, somewhere between apocalypses. Just the boys being happy, without a care in the world.

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Work to be done 🍳