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astrogre · 8 months

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Astro Observations 1

My first Astro observations post, I would like to confirm that my observations are the niche ways in which a placement may manifest, it is the way I’ve noticed it in others, the people around me, celebrities, myself and in my studies. It is not the doctrine wide broad way the placement occurs for everyone.

Venus in 10th house natives tend to be well known for the person they may date. They tend to date people that really match them physically and can have their relationships idolized by others. The sign it’s under can show what their partners may be known for. This is also a common placement for celebrities because the interest from others in your love life increases your public image, making you more desirable and of interest to everyone including agencies/record labels, they will see your influential potential and love that. Even if you guys don’t date anyone people may have someone in mind who they think matches you or others can just look at you and wonder what your “type” is. Your love life in itself is of interest to others.

Eg. Chris Brown, Johnny Depp, Jimin, Victoria Beckham, Kristen Stewart, Billie Eilish, Kanye West.

Another way Venus 10th housers may manifest is they may have crushes on renowned key figures from history like JFK, Alexander Hamilton, Stalin, Cleopatra, Marilyn Monroe, royal monarchy literally any people of historical significance. (Saturn influence is long lasting and for Venus to be here it can make natives romanticise powerful historical figures)

Pluto 3rd housers can dominate the conversations they have with others so much that they don’t let the other person have their own opinion.

Capricorn Chiron in 6th house makes people feel worthless and terrible if they haven’t been productive for a day, these people don’t like to be lazy, it makes them feel inferior. They put a lot of pressure on themselves to produce and their day routine may be their greatest pride.

10H stellium always have career plans, they like to advance their CV and career prowess for fun, always taking up opportunities. Especially if sun is here.

12H stellium always posting the weirdest stuff that others don’t understand but it has a unique vibe to it that just feels “right” at the same time, they may have this aesthetic that feels eery but overtime enjoyable and something to look forward to because of its uniqueness. I have a 12H stellium friend and they always post pictures of weird random abandoned places with crocs and dirty teddy bears laying in the middle of them. At first I thought it strange but overtime, I look forward to what monstrosity of visuals they will bring next. 12H really does bring out things never seen before. 🤔

Venus in 1H makes you look very feminine, you may style yourself in a feminine manner or have a naturally feminine appearance. Eg. Leo Venus in 1H May have very beautiful feminine looking long hair.

1H Libra Mars has a similar effect as Venus in the 1H however these natives have a hint touch of masculinity, are rather playboy, Casanova and can have a big ego. Think of Flynn rider from tangled. Very pretty boy.

People with 12H Capricorn placements may procrastinate or find difficulty in bringing the planets in there into reality and get frustrated at themselves for it. It’s similar to the planet being in retrograde E.g a 12H Capricorn moon not being able to fully show or act on the way they feel in their head. Look at the house of where Saturn is in your chart to find the topics and how you can bring the energy of your Capricorn 12H planets out.

0 degrees for any planet or asteroid means that you embody that planet/asteroid and its sign in its most pure authentic form. It can make you the epithet of that placement.

Lilith Square Asc makes someone not able to escape looking like a bad boy/girl it always comes out in their appearance without them intending to. They don’t want to present themselves in a way that looks scandalous but at the same time a part of them is and they can’t escape that. It’s like an energy. They’re dynamic and free, they like what they like and that shows in their face and appearance. They also can’t change things about themselves to please others even if they wanted to.

Jupiter 1H usually have big features, like a glossy kind of look to them. It may be big eyes, flushed face, supple puffy skin, wide nose or just have an abundant looking face. I’ve also noticed they tend to have a squared shape face with rounded edges. E.g Hailey Beiber, Abraham Lincoln, Gerard Butler, Aishwarya Rai, Niall Horan, Ashton kutcher, Whitney Houston, Cristiano Ronaldo

Also this is completely random and not astrologically backed up but whenever I think of Jupiter 1H I just think of clear gleaming skin. Perhaps it is backed up astrologically as Jupiter blesses and brings luck to the house it’s in and it being in the 1st rules a natives appearance. Anyways when I think of Jupiter 1st house I always imagine that they don’t need very much makeup they have this glow to them already that cannot be copied.

Virgo ASC style and dress themselves in a way that’s unique for them, for an example they may always have a signature accessory that they wear that only they understand why it’s so important to be worn. E.g. can be a headband, jewellery or hat. They may also be consistent in the way they look, they don’t tend to have “bad days”. In my personal opinion I find Virgo rising men the most attractive. But beauty is in the perspective of the beholder.

Speaking of which, my unpopular opinion is that I don’t believe that a sign or planet can make you more beautiful than another sign E.g like how people say Venus, libra and Taurus is an indicator of being beautiful -I just think that each sign personifies beauty in a different way. In my eyes I see Libra and Venus beauty to be feminine and attractive, but I find Pluto Scorpio beauty to be alluring and intense, magnetic, like Phantom of the opera, like an enchanting vampire that resides in the shadows. I also find Uranus Aquarius beauty to be far more entrancing, striking and even as if the native looks like their from a game fantasy novel or a manga protagonist. I don’t think we can just say “having Venus prominent makes someone more beautiful than others”, perhaps conventionally but not universally. Planets and signs of the first house can show us HOW the beauty is made manifest. It being of Venus, libra influence just kind of makes it feminine or conventionally attractive like butterflies or roses rather than intense or of large magnitude (unless making aspects to magnifying planets like Jupiter)

Aquarius moons can feel a lot of emotions but they’re very good at holding it in. People say that they don’t feel much because the nature of Aquarius being detached however I’ve also seen it occur in a way where the Aquarius moon native may pretend they’re not hurt or sad so that they can keep it pushing and force this happy facade so it hurts less but in reality their just burying the pain deeper. They are kind of avoidant but it makes you feel sorry for them because even if you try to comfort them they don’t even acknowledge the pain themselves so it doesn’t make much of a difference.

Jupiter in 6th house always have action packed days, they spend their days with joy and have a really good time. They usually have their dream day to day life. They’re your one friend that is always doing something interesting, fully booked and loves it.

Jupiter 8H are never strapped for cash, these natives can just be very lucky in getting money from others. Especially if in harmonious aspects with sun, Pluto and Venus. If aspects are negative native still doesn’t worry much but may find that people are a little more hesitant to giving or Jupiter 8H native doesn’t want to ask for it.

Mars 1H makes someone want to work harder on their body by going to the gym, may want to look more manly, aggressive.

Jupiter conjunct moon in 7th house makes you a very passionate lover, anyone who is in a relationship with you can always feel excited and you excel in relationships.

Mercury conjunct ascendant can make someone always think about their goals, plan their next move. They use their minds to get what they want from life and can talk about the principles they apply to themselves which can make them look rather intelligent to others. Can also make someone appear very youthful, not only in appearance but their mannerisms too. Like a dimply smile, blushing and shaking their head when complimented. An animated response.

Moon opposite asc, tends to make a person unable to think clearly when emotions are involved, especially when it’s related to topics in the house your moon is in, like you can look a little mentally unstable here 💀 because your emotions that you show can drastically change from 0-100. moon opp asc also can have a person go against what they want, their principles and approach to life, the opposition forces them to deny their feelings existence in order to act in the way they believe is best. You can even care more about your image than the themes of the moons house.

E.g 7H moon opposite ascendant can make someone care about their image in the relationship, display an image of nonchalance when in reality they’re very protective of their partner. The feelings from their partner and their relationship can be irresistible and make them at times abandon their vices and plans for themselves

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thesimline · 2 months

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By the 1600s long hair was well and truly back in fashion for men. Toward the end of the century - when French king Louis XIV began to lose his hair - thick, flowing wigs came into fashion. Beards were less popular than previous centuries, but moustaches were still in vogue. These were styled and kept neat with wax. As hair volume grew facial hair decreased, until it all but went out of fashion by the end of the century. CC links and reference images under the cut.

You can find more of my historical content here: 1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s

1 - Percy by Simstrouble (retired - direct download)

2 - Remus by Anto (TSR)

3 - Stevie by Serenity

4 - Griffith by Raccoonium

5 - Lara by Feral Poodles (TSR)

6 - Tristan by Johnny Sims

7 - Lamia by Simstrouble

8 - Mandy by Clumsy Alien

9 - Eddie by Simstrouble

10 - Kate by Serenity

11 - Millie by Sehabla Simlish (TSR)

12 - Odette by Clumsy Alien

13 - Cavalier Hat by Strange Storyteller Sims

14 - Romantic Hat by Elfdor (TSR)

15 - Duchess XVIII Hat by Rusty's

16 - Hazelnut Hat by Candy Sims

17 - Musketeer Hat V2 by Elfdor

18 - Coven Hat by Blahberry Pancake

19 - Casanova Mustache by Wistful Castle

20 - Beard N102 by Seleng (TSR)

21 - Mustache 02 by S-Club (TSR)

22 - Facial Hairstyle N173 by Veiga Sims (TSR)

23 - Facial Hairstyle N148 by Veiga Sims (TSR)

24 - Dorian Pavus' Facial Hair by Xld Sims

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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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Taggart

Summary: Silly little festive Price x reader x Soap for @bunnyreaper

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“You're right Captain, wouldn't be professional would it?”

Gaz snorted a laugh at that. Simon's dry tone paired with the fact that the two of them were currently very much wrapped up in one another was making Price look like he was sucking lemon slices.

Honestly he felt bad for his Captain. Soap and you were up excitedly flipping through the karaoke book and were even more casually affectionate than usual with the alcohol flowing which in turn was clearly driving Price mad. It probably didn't help that the dive bar that you all frequented was so endearingly decorated for the season, the twinkling multicoloured lights giving everything a whimsy feel to it that so suited how you and Soap always were together.

Honestly him and Simon would lay in bed at night and gossip away about this whole thing like a pair of old dears. You, Soap and the Captain were so stupidly in love with one another and all of you were so steadfastly ignoring it. It had been funny at first, but after a year of this it was now just getting frustrating to watch.

“Oh sod off, you two aren't the same” Price grumbled into his whiskey, eyes never leaving you and Soap.

“I mean if you want to promote me up to Lieutenant then maybe that would be true and if I really have to take a promotion to help you out I suppose I could.”

“Cheeky git.”

“Just taking the piss Captain.”

“Doesn't make him less right. If you're fine with me ruining a Sergeant for anyone else why can't you?”

“Simon you say the most romantic things.”

“I'm a regular casanova.”

Price watched as Soap handed you a microphone with a flourish after hugging you and you both stumbled to the stage, faces flush with the effects of mulled wine and excitement. Goddamnit the two of you were going to be the end of him. He had been fine (so he tells himself) when it was only his wildly inappropriate feelings for John MacTavish he had to contend with. Then a year ago he gets told about some little firestarter medic that was facing a severe disciplinary for disobeying direct orders and assaulting a superior officer. You had refused to leave a man behind and then punched your CO and really he should have known then he was going to fall ass over teakettle for you. You were so like MacTavish in so many ways, and my God did the two of you bring out the best in one another.

He had watched with unbridled pride as you earned a promotion within 6 months of working with them. Overdue really, you should have made Sergeant well before then but you had the same problem that was common with the 141; a stunning lack of respect for those who did nothing to earn it but wear a set of stripes.

And fuck, it was an absolute joy watching Soap take you under his wing. John always knew he was meant for big things, but watching him be able to teach you made him feel like tearing up. While you teased one another and got into mischief all the time, he also saw how gentle Johnny was with you. He saw the way he looked at you when your eyes were elsewhere, so much adoration that it made his heart hurt.

Yes, you two were practically made for one another. He was just made to sit and nurse his whisky on the sidelines, cheering you on even if it made his heart break.

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“Ye should replace it with… uh… yer maw watches Taggart!”

“But you watch Taggart!”

“Aye because it's a pure fandabbydozy show.”

Honestly made sense to you. Well, it made sense when you had tried several of the wonderful Christmas themed cocktails. Fairytale of New York karaoke was your stunning idea, but you were trying to avoid shout singing the word faggot at the top of your lungs and thus you would instead be viciously disparaging Johnny by suggesting his mother watched a detective show. Savage really. You nodded vigorously and Johnny smooshed your cheeks.

“Yer so cute wee yin, ma wee baby bunny” he cooed.

You did try to blow a raspberry at him but the smooshing really fucked up your attempt. Oh you wished John was here too, he always sighed and bonked you both on the head when you'd get into childish little exchanges like this. You frowned, suddenly sad about being too scared to drag him up with you.

Johnny was easy to pull into stupid things like this, but with John it felt trickier. It wasn't like rank seemed to matter much out of the field in this team, Kyle and Simon were proof enough of that, but deep down you knew that wasn't what made you nervous about it. It was that you had stupidly fallen in love with more than one man. And even worse, you were fairly sure that they were in love with one another. The thought of them pitying you for your crushes horrified you something awful, but you just could not keep yourself away from them.

“Yer sad” Johnny said, seemingly devastated by the prospect. “Dinnae be sad bonnie, cannae stand it when yer sad.”

God he really couldn't. Not that he was ever really able to say it out loud sober. Fuck he was so irrevocably in love with two of his team mates, what a place to find himself.

“OK, gonna sing out my sadness” you said, going a little overboard on the gloomy dramatics.

“Och that’s a pure sin, c’mere my wee darlin’” he replied as he wrapped you up in his arms and squeezed until you couldn’t breathe and were smacking him to let go.

Time to bury your feelings and give the best performance of your life.

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“Jesus, they’re terrible.”

Kyle looked at Simon and Simon looked at Kyle before they both looked back at Price. He wasn’t wrong, you were God awful, but he was still staring like you and Johnny had hung the stars in the sky nonetheless. It was awfully cute. He was too distracted to even notice that there were eyes everywhere flitting between him and the stage, after all most of the regulars and all of the staff were very much involved in the betting pool on how this was eventually going to play out and maybe tonight would be the night.

They all watched with delighted anticipation as Price eventually downed his whisky just before the end of the song and stood, making a beeline for the stage.

“Oh! Don’t remember that being part of the song” Kyle said with a choked laugh as Price very much lost all composure and thoroughly crossed rank lines.

Simon tilted his head in amusement and gave a low whistle.

“Suppose we should stop them before they commit a public indecency felony on stage.”

They didn’t have to in the end, the riotous cheering of everyone in the place distracted the three of you for long enough to realise you were very much in public. Surprising nobody, you decided to leave early and turn in for the night. It was not lost on Simon or Kyle that you all went to the same bedroom.

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thewritersaddictions · 4 months

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COD- Simon Riley: Cowboy Casanova

Pairing: Cowboy!Simon x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader-ish

Warnings: This is based on Carrie Underwood's "Cowboy Casanova"; Smut, semipublic smut, fingering, drunkness, no feelings, pure smut, a bar scene, an over-protective man, BJ, no use of Y/n

Summary: During your time at the bar in the deep south of Texas, you manage to get the attention of a masked man, and it's all you can think about.

A/N: @ Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC: 3.2k

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Your hips sway to the music coming off from the speakers around you. You've been coming to this new bar since it opened and since you arrived in the new town. Everyone can tell you're new around in town, wearing the shortest shorts you can find to deal with the hot summer Texas weather. Every night, you are there, with your hair thrown up and away from your beautiful features. Some say that you are there every night in search of someone to take you home, but any time a guy or even a girl comes stalking their way over to you, you gently push them away and go back to either sipping your long neck beer or sway yourself away from them on the dance floor.

You're an enigma. Everyone around you is in complete and utter awe of you. Your sweet exterior makes you likable with nearly everyone who greets you, but the words that manage to fall from your lips when you've had enough of being flirted with are different; you're like the inverse of a sour patch or lemon head. Sweet on the outside and sour on the inside. So it's to no one's surprise when the masked man who almost always sits in the corner of the booth at the bar is caught gazing at you.

You had already caught him looking at you multiple times. The dark brim of the cowboy hat sits just above his eyes. Bright blues still manage to sparkle under the bar's shitty lighting. This time, though, you've opted for a more summer look. A spring pink dress that flows with every twist and turn on your hips as you sway to the music on the dance floor, there's a drink in your hand that sloshes back and forth, but his eyes never leave your frame. You take him back. He wants so desperately to get up, grab you by the hips, and drag you off the dance floor to the bathroom. The masked man wants to ruin you, and every time you look up from the floor or the flashes light, you get a glimpse of that feral look behind his baby blues.

As much as there is talk about you being the town sweetheart, there's talk about the masked man and the others he sits with. You can't put your tongue on it just yet, but his stares don't make you feel the same way it does when other men stare at you. The talk about the masked man is that he's scary, but you have a feeling he's everything but that once you get to know him.

Simon has been caught watching you, his other table mates calling him out for it. Price is the first one to mutter something about being distracted, but they haven't got a damn thing planned for the next few weeks. The ranch is completely cleared out due to a few races, and even if the ranch weren't, Simon would still find a way to be here, watchin' her. Sway her hips to the beat, how whatever is in her glass has her cheeks pink with just the right amount of embarrassment from her words and dance moves.

Johnny only pushes it further home when he nudges his glass into Simons: "Go and talk to the lass instead of watchin' her. You are givin' off creepy stalker vibes." The alcohol made Johnny just a little bit loosed-lipped. "Don't go encouraging him to do somethin' stupid." Price counters, but yet again, Simon isn't really listening either as he watches the beautiful girl across the bar get up from her spot and walk over to the dance floor, but then she doesn't just stop on the black and white tile.

Simon swallows hard when he sees her getting closer and closer to the table. "See, now she's coming over here." Johnny groans, "Shut it." The words come out like a bark to the younger man. "Are you planning on starin' at me, or are you gonna do something about it." You say, and the other two men are shocked at your straightforwardness. Simon wasn't at all surprised or even shocked by your words. Your voice is slick like honey and only edges him on, "What are you gonna do about it, darlin'?" Simon teases, taking a swig of his drink in front of him.

"Oh, I'll make it worth it." You say with a sweet, seductive wink. The dark-brimmed cowboy hat angles up as he finally takes a look into your pretty little features. Simon can feel the raging hard-on grow in his jeans. He's careful about his following words. "Maybe next time, darlin'." You gawk at him, feeling like an idiot for making the first step, but he wants to see if you'll push your luck or come back for just a little more attention the next time he sees you.

It’s nearly a week later when the sky is beaming with bright colors of reds, purples, and blues when you come waltzing into the bar. You’ve opted for a low-cut white summer dress and cute white flats this time. You are the brightest thing in the bar, uncaring of the dirty seat you take. Your conversation with the bartender is cut short, and you feel a pair of solid hands land on your shoulders.

They dig deep into the open flesh, letting the blunt nails dig into your flesh just a little. It’s delicious in the best sort of way. “So you came back.” The voice is so clear and close to your ear that shivers run down your spine. You swallow hard and hum. “I came back.” You can feel eyes on you but aren’t sure where they are coming from. All you can feel is the muscular chest pressed into your back. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” The cowboy mutters; a few moments later, he’s no longer pressed up behind you but sitting next to you. His large hand wrapped around a small glass of whiskey.

He starts to tease you when you haven’t managed to look up at him yet. “Oh, what happened to the confidence from last time?” He says before taking a long sip from his glass. Youre not there, sure you’re physically sitting next to the man now, but now that you are. Your brain is off making mental and physical notes of the man sitting next to you. His hand flexes around the glass, how good he smelt when pressed against you, how his voice is like honey. “Hey, sweet cheeks, you still in there?” He says, tapping the exposed skin of your thigh.

Mentally shaking yourself of the thoughts you hum. “Now let me ask you again, did you wear this little pretty number for me? Hopin’ it was gonna catch my attention?” He questions. But now he’s somehow gotten closer. His blue eyes stare into your soul, but the rest of that mask has to go. You want to see if the rest of this man matches his covered-up face.

Except you don’t; you only nod your head. The dress is as low cut as possible without being considered too exposed for the public. The longer this strange man’s attention is on you, the hotter you get and the wetter your panties grow. “I did; I thought you’d wanna see what you missed last time.” You say you are trying your best to be a tease yet still get what you want. Which, at this point, is his hands back on you.

That's how you manage to be pressed into the cold porcelain sink in the bathroom with your dress flipped up against your back and your panties pooled at your feet. Simon, that’s his name, the mystery cowboy. He had said it when he pushed you into the bathroom door and locked it behind you. “Oh, Simon!” You moaned as his fingers played at the entrance of your soaking pussy. “Look at this mess you’re making’. How am I gonna fix this, honey?” It’s not a question; even if Simon wanted you to answer it, you weren’t given the time.

Not when Simon’s largest fingers finally pushed into your tight hole. Your breasts are pushed into the sink, and your moans echo off the walls. You should feel bad nobody can get into the bathroom, but the moans that fall and the way Simon’s fingers feel right now make you care about nothing. All you want is more. More of the tightness. More of the grip that his other hand had on your body.

Typically, you’d be so against how Simon makes you feel. You’d never let some big old man touch you the way he is. You’d never let someone lock you in a bathroom and have them dig their meaty hands into your flesh. There is just something about Simon; maybe it’s the bright blue eyes against the dark mask that covers his features, how good he smells, or maybe it’s just simply how big the man is compared to you.

You’re so lost in your train of thought that you don’t hear Simon talking to you. It’s not until the pump of his thick fingers leaves the wet hole that you groan out at the loss of his touch. “There you are, where’d you just go?” He asks, rubbing his thumb over the cold flesh of your hip. You groan as you desperately try to get his touch back, “No,” He barks, backing up completely while crossing his arms; you can barely see him in the mirror's reflection. “Please don’t stop touching me.” You whine as you shake your ass, trying to entice him. You can see him sigh heavily as if trying to stop himself. There are a few more moments of pause between the two of you, and then he’s back behind you, his hands back on your skin, but most importantly, his fingers back in your cunt.

Your eyes roll back, and before you know it. Simons has reached a part of you that no other partner has ever come close to. “Oh!!” Your moans are bounced off the tiled walls and floors. Simons seems to have noticed the change, “Oh, did I find something that makes you feel good, sweet girl?” His remark is teasing at best, but you don’t care. Not when his thrust becomes even more brutal and with more precision, he never misses his mark. With that, you tighten around his fingers, and when you come, your weight finally hits the sink, and your knuckles go from white back to your skin color.

You sit there with his fingers still gently, now pumping in and out of your wet cunt. Your chest heaves as you try to regain dignity, and everything crawls back into your brain. You just let some random person that you’ve only ever met once another time finger you in the bathroom of a dirty fucking bar. When you regain your breath, your eyes finally flutter back open. You’re moving quickly, trying to get yourself back together and putting your panties back up your thighs and settling them on your hips before you are flattening out your mess of hair. You don’t notice the strong, taller man staring into your soul until you look in the mirror. “I… I’m just gonna head out now.” Your voice was timid as you walked towards the bathroom door.

Simon doesn’t stop or even follow you as you unlock the door and walk towards the loud sounds of songs and dancing feet. As you walk out, you feel the eyes of everyone on you, but it’s not the reality. It’s just the table that Simon was sitting at. The eyes are all in shock that Simon isn’t behind you; it’s not hard to read your expression because you shit at covering them up half the time.

Your cheeks are red with embarrassment, and you’re scanning the bar, looking for people to stare right back at you. You’re nervously picking at your fingernails, and out the door, you’re walking- far from the prying eyes of everyone at the bar. You’ve just reached your car when you feel a large hand wrap around your bicep—dragging you into his chest. “You know it’s not very nice to walk away from someone like that,” Simons says into your ear.

“I… im sorry, I’m just not. I normally don’t do stuff like that.” All of a sudden, you’re frozen with embarrassment and shock. Your everyday confidence is draining quickly from your face. “Well, that’s okay, sweetheart, because I do.” Simon’s words cause you to nearly choke on your breath, eyes bugging and going wide. You look up at the tall man, now outside, where the only light you get is from the street lamps near the road. He’s an even darker looker, more mysterious than before, and it sends a wave of shivers down your spine in a way you’ve never felt before.

You don’t notice til your back hits the back of your car that Simon has been pushing you further into the darkness of the night. You gasp when your back hits the cold car body, and a devilish smirk grows on Simon’s face. “Now be a good girl, and finish the job you started.” You swallow, not truly understanding what the man in front of you is saying. “I…” “Don’t get all flustered now, sweetheart; get on your knees and finish the job you started. I don’t like slackers.” His voice is booming and grave in the night air.

For some reason, maybe it’s just because of how Simon looks at you. You drop to your knees with ease. Knees are pressing into the hard rock parking spot. You swallow hard when your knees settle into the rocks and look up at the strong man. “Go on, sweetheart, take my cock out.” His words send shivers down your spine and make you feel so dirty, but in a way that makes you want more praise. Your hands are slow as they graze up the jean-covered thighs. The cold metal of the zipper hits your fingers, but that’s not what causes you to gasp. It's the hard length under the clad jeans. “Don’t act so surprised.” Simons says as he glides his large hand through your hair, tugging softly. “You can continue now.” He murmurs as your roll the zipper down, his jeans don’t fall instead they stay perfectly on his hips. But you can tell from the sigh he’s let out that the bulge in his pants is free from some of the tight restraints. “You’re so big.” Your murmurs under your breath as your delicate fingers graze over the black boxers. “Hmm…” He hums at your touch, and only a few moments pass before you have to drag the blue jean material down his thighs, and they land in a pool at his boot-covered feet.

“Take my cock, baby.” He nearly whimpers as you rub a hand over his boxers. Precum leaking from his tip causes the already dark material to grow darker. You are quick to listen to his directions as you pull his cock from the confines of his boxers. It springs to attention and hits the bottom of Simon's shirt. You swallow hard again, “You…” Your words get caught in the back of your throat as your eyes drift up to the man. He’s smirking, but you can tell there’s something else behind his eyes.

Your hand barely makes it around the girth of his cock, and it seems to please him when you have to shift on your knees to get a better position. You use the slick precum as lube to jerk his cock a few times before you feel his hand push your head closer to his cock. “Be a good girl and suck my cock.” He demands your lips fall around the head with ease, and you have to regain your breath of his cock wit as Simon gives you no time to take the stretch of his cock in your mouth. Within seconds your gagging on his cock, tears brimming at the bottom of your lashes. All the sounds around you dissipate; the only thing you hear is the huffs and puffs of the man before you. His hand in your hair is still there, gradually pulling you up and down his shaft. He moans loudly when you grab his balls and massage them sweetly. “Yeah, sweetheart, keep doin’ that for me.” He murmurs as his other lands on your car. He was pushing you back a little until all that is around is him. His scent is forever stuck in your brain, and your head hits the side of your car.

His thrusts from there are dramatic. Fast, and it’s as if he’s lost all control. You barely get a minute to breathe before Simon is using and abusing your throat for his own. His moans and groans filter through the air, and even though the tears in your eyes are trailing down your face, you can’t help but want more. So you suck him in even further, allowing your cheeks and his voice to fall flat. “Oh fuck…” “GodDamn…” Most of what you catch is just curses, but you don’t care. You want to feel his cum down your throat, and you moan around his cock. “Just like this sweetheart…” With another suck of his cock, and fondling of his ball Simon grunts as he cums down your throat without warning. You take it all, though, letting it fill your sense and swallowing when Simons drags his cock from your mouth. You look up at him and catch his rabid gaze.

His callused thumb comes down to your lip and rubs his cum into your lips. “There now, if another guy kisses you, he’ll be tastin’ me, darlin'.” He says with a wink. You two stay like this for only a short time, and then Simon puts himself back into his boxers and pulls up the thick jeans. He puts out a hand and helps you up to your feet. “Look at that, you dirted up your pretty white dress.” He says as you pat down the dress's fabric. “It’s okay.” You murmur in the darkness. He smirks. “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you.” It’s not a question, so you don’t respond. Your actions have already exposed you. “Here.” The gruff voice says in the silence, his phone is pushed into your hand, “What do you…” “Your number, love, so we can continue whatever the fuck this is.” He says with a wink, and you quickly write down your name and phone number in the contact.

“Where have you been?” Price asks as Simon returns to the table. There's something different about him, and apparently, it’s only Price who can tell. “I know what was goin’ on!” Soap says, sounding very proud of himself. “You got that pretty little lass to suck your dick, didn’t you?” There’s nothing but a smirk on Simons's face, giving him away entirely, but he doesn’t care. “I’m not your dad, so do whatever you wanna do.” Price huffs out before swallowing down the rest of his drink. You walk back in, and the limp in your walk and your slightly dirty dress are all the evidence the rest of the table needs to know what happened outside.

Completed on: 01/30/24

Posted on: 02/10/24

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Mama Hen Pt. 1 (Soap x Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Husband!Soap (John Mactavish) x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Slight Angst, Soap Gets Handsy Word Count: 1k+

Summary: After returning from another mission, you and Soap share dinner for what feels like the first time in forever. At the end, you ask him for something you’ve been wanting for a while...

Pt. 2 (18+)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

The second you heard the front door swing open, you were quick to leave the kitchen and sprint down the hall.

“Johnny!” you called out as you rushed into the front room.

Your husband stood in the doorway, his mouth curved up as he saw you run towards him. He tossed his bags aside before he stretched his arms out. You nearly knocked him over as you wrapped your arms around him. John pressed kisses to the top of your head as he laced his hefty arms around your body.

“Missed ya so much, hen,” he spoke into your hair. You sniffled as you buried your face into his solid chest.

“I missed you too, so, so much,” you cried into him.

You slowly broke the embrace to look into his sapphire eyes. His hands fell to your hips as he leaned down and kissed you. Your lips seemed to melt together as you slid your hands behind his neck. He grunted when he felt you open your mouth, his tongue sliding in. Heat soared across your body as he sucked on your wet muscle, his body beginning to lead you away from the door. You let out a high pitched squeak when you felt a hand snatch one of your ass cheeks.

“You sure you weren’t just missing something else?” you quipped as you gently pulled away from the kiss. John gave a low chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“‘Course not. I missed all of you,” he grinned, his hand squeezing your plush cheek. You playfully flicked his chest.

“That’s a relief,” you chuckled. John laughed with you as he pushed the door shut with his boot. You took him by the hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Come on, Casanova. Dinner’s almost ready,” you murmured as you released your grip with a wink. You turned down the hallway, leaving him to watch you sway your hips side to side.

“Right behind you,” John said as he quickly shoved his muddy boots off and flung them towards his duffel bag.

Your husband followed close behind you, mesmerized by the fact that he was finally home with you. While you were clad in sweatpants, a baggy t-shirt (his, no less), and a pair of mismatched socks, he always looked at you as if you were a queen wearing the most lavish gown.

John took a deep breath as he strode into the kitchen. The collection of savory smells caused some drool to pool in his mouth. He smacked his lips as he made his way over to where you stood near the stove. You quickly flipped the knob on before placing an iron griddle on top of the burner. His eyes scanned the countertop to find fried eggs and tomatoes, crispy bacon, golden toast, baked beans, and cooked sausage.

“Breakfast for dinner? You really know how to spoil me, bonnie,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around the front of you. You smiled and reached around to kiss him.

“I know you’re always hungry after you come back from a mission,” you hummed as you poured some oil into the pan.

His eyelids drooped as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck. He pressed his lips to your pulse as he swayed his hips with yours. Your face glowed a bright red as you flipped some raw dough onto the pan. They sizzled as the two of you continued your small dance.

“Didn’t spot any haggis,” he teased into your neck. You sighed as you flipped the scones to the other side.

“Someday I’ll be brave enough to make it, let alone eat it,” you replied. You felt his laughter fan over your neck before he moved up to your temple and pecked it.

“I’ll hafta sneak it into some of your regular food,” he said lowly. Your brows furrowed as you flared your nostrils.

“Watch yourself,” you warned. The two of you chuckled.

Both of you never quite cared for it, yet who would your husband be if he didn’t tease you about it? You shifted your focus back to the food, the dough browning and crackling in the pan below.

John took in the scent of your hair, the scent of you. He could stay like this with you forever. Every time he was out in the field, it was the thought that he’d come home to you that kept him going for one more step, one more minute. The nightmares that stalked him in his sleep paled in comparison to the warmth that spread through his heart when he held you close to his chest.

“And...done!” you chirped.

He cracked an eye open, his stomach instantly growling at the sight of the golden brown tattie scones lying in the black pan.

“I’m so glad I married someone who can cook,” he mused aloud. You smiled as you scooped the scones and placed them onto a tray.

“I’m glad I married someone who can eat,” you replied. John cracked a grin as his hands snaked to your hips. His eyes scanned the assortment of food that rested on the countertop.

“I will say, your Full Scottish could give Mam’s a run for her money,” he whistled. You shrugged as you slid the last scone onto the plate.

“I don’t think you want compare your mother’s cooking to mine. Sounds like a dangerous game,” you said with a brow raised. He chuckled as he helped carry some of the dishes to the table.

“Next time we visit home, I’ll have to judge the both of ya,” he grunted.

The sun was far past the horizon as the two of you finished setting up the table. You slid into your chairs and dove straight into your dinner.

“I might’ve made too much,” you laughed sheepishly. John grinned as he reached for some bacon, his plate already piled with nearly half of it.

“Nah, no harm in makin’ a lot. Just means we’ll have a meal to look forward to in the mornin’,” he said with a wink. You smiled and chewed on a warm, fresh tattie scone.

“Anythin’ excitin’ happen while I was away?” he asked. You hummed for a second before swallowing.

“Not that I can think of. Just the same old stuff,” you said with a shrug. He wiped his mouth with a napkin before biting into a piece of toast.

“At least tell me you kept up with football this season?” he asked. You gave him a blank, wide eyed stare. His face fell slightly while his shoulders dropped.

“Oh, come on, hen, please-” you suddenly broke out a lethal smirk. John shook his head and snorted while you burst into laughter. “Yer a tricky thing, ya know that?” he chuckled. You caught your breath before wiping a tear from your eye.

“‘Course I kept up with it,” you replied as you bit into a savory piece of bacon.

You continued to explain the season so far, the man across from you hanging on to each word that poured from your mouth as if you were reading a sacred text. Both of you were nearly finished with your meal before you decided to change the subject.

“Do you want to talk about the mission?” you asked softly.

The lights in his eyes faded as his face grew pale. A heaviness fell through the room as he stared at you blankly, his mind far away from you. You frowned before reaching for his hand.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to share if you don’t feel comfortable with it,” you cooed, brushing your thumb over the top of his rough hand. He gave a tired smile and nodded.

“Thank you, bonnie,” he sighed, his mind starting to drift back to the present.

Before you knew it, both of your bellies were well past full. You began to take some of the dishes into the kitchen, your husband following in tow. You arched your brow when you saw him carrying the rest of the dishes.

“It’s okay, I’ve got this. You’ve had a long few weeks. Go take a shower and relax,” you said as you waved your hand. He stepped forward and placed his dishes into the sink. His hands were quick to turn on the faucet and grab the sponge.

“I’ll wash, you dry,” he answered. You blinked.

“I thought you were trained to follow orders,” you replied. His shoulders raised as he reached over and snagged some of the dishes from your arms.

“I was also taught that many hands make light work,” he commented. You shook your head and sighed, accepting a frying pan he’d already scrubbed clean.

You sang a quiet tune as you rubbed the towel against the surface of the pan. The two of you continued to wash the large dishes, and you had to admit, the process did go by much faster than you initially thought. You watched John place your plates and utensils into the dishwasher. A thought that had been gnawing at you since he left suddenly bubbled into your consciousness.

“So, after I take a quick shower, let’s say that you and me have a little...alone time,” John smirked while wiggling his brows. You felt your face grow hot as you bit your lip. His smile faltered as he watched you fiddle with the towel, your body rigid and eyes shifted down.

“Bonnie?” he asked.

“Johnny, honey,” you began. He kept his arms at his side, his brows slightly knitted. You clung onto the towel while you breathed in.

“Now that you’re back on leave…well...” you felt hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes. In an instant, your husband was right in front of you, his large hands cupping your face.

“(Y/N)? What’s the matter?” he asked, voice deep with concern. You bit your lip so hard you nearly drew blood. Your heart raced as your mind buzzed with thoughts of past conversations, all beginning like this.

“Um, well...you know how we talked about...having a baby before you left?” you squeaked out.

The room fell completely silent. His expression was unreadable as he seemed to dwell on your words. You shook as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks.

“It’s just, I know you’ve said no before, but I-” you blinked away a few tears. His face was soft as you took another deep breath. “I want a baby, Johnny. I want one so bad and I know you’re scared of what could happen with your work and all, but I-” your voice cracked before you broke down sobbing.

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach as the tears burst from your eyes. His silence did little to comfort you, as if he was giving yet another firm “no”. You felt hot under his bright blue gaze, his eyes falling over every inch of your body. He reached his finger and thumb beneath your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes grew wide as he pressed a deep, gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back.

“I’m so sorry, hen,” he said with a deep frown. You sniffled as he drew you into a tight embrace. “I didn’t realize how much this was hurtin’ you,” he admitted.

You continued to soak his dark green shirt with the tears that just wouldn’t stop. He stroked up and down your back, letting you take all the time you needed to settle. He pulled back slightly to see your cheeks covered with wet mascara. John took his shirt and rubbed at the wet spots on your red cheeks.

“Bonnie, I know I’ve said ‘no’ to this before,” he began. You felt like the weight of the earth itself was ready to crush you. “But...I think I’m finally ready for us to have a wee bairn of our own,” he finished. Your eyes snapped open, your mouth agape.

“Really?” you whispered out. He beamed and nodded.

“Aye,” he admitted with a rare shy grin. You gasped and swung your arms around him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you cried. He chuckled as you kissed him all over his tired face. “I love you so much,” you choked. John sighed as he gave you another warm kiss. You felt his strong arms envelope you in a safe, close hug.

“I love you too, hen,” he replied. The two of you stayed in a tight embrace, your lips finding each other every so often. “I can’t wait to see what a wonderful Mam you’ll be,” he beamed while brushing some loose hair from your face. A wave of warmth rippled across your body at his words.

“What do you think we should name him? Or her? Or- I don’t know, I’m just so happy!” you squealed. Your husband grinned before stealing another kiss from you. You melted into his arms as he swayed side to side.

“We can think of names later,” he stated. You looked into his eyes, now dripping with a deep hunger as he licked his lips. “The better question is...when were you thinkin’ of tryin’?” he murmured. Your entire face flushed a cherry red as you stared at his hungry gaze, your hips wiggling in his hold.

“I was thinking, would you want to try...tonight?” your voice raised a pitch on the last word.

You bit your lip as his gaze darkened. His hands snaked down to your rump before they squeezed your plump flesh. He pressed you closer to him, the heat between you two growing by the second. You instantly felt lightheaded as he kissed and nibbled up your jawline before finally landing on the shell of your ear.

“There’s no time to waste, then,” he groaned.

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Thanks for reading! Pt. 2 coming soon (WARNING: it will involve a lot of heavy smut).

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x y/n #soap x you #fluff #slice of life #call of duty #cod #wife reader #reader insert

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brewed-pangolin · 1 month

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Drabbles Masterlist

MDNI 18+

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader

Synopsis: A collection of just about everything. My mind turns into a full Cornucopia with Soap. Because when nothing is set in stone, anything is possible.

tons of fluff, a sprinkling of angst, explicit smut, p in v, established relationship, tenderness galore, btis of banter, two stupid lovers, everything under the sun

Soft Soap **

Fireside Whiskey **

Stitched Up ***

Trigger Finger ***

Drunk Text **

Bubble Butt ***

Scottish Siren ***

Raccoon Requisition **

Noisy Quiet *

Pleasured Promotion ***

Thank You, Sir. Yes, Ma'am ***

Tea Master Soap *

Soap De La Creme ***

Cyclone Soap *

Soul Healer Soap ***

Tattoo Artist Soap ***

Blue Eyed Casanova **

Challenged Territory ***

Lorne Sausage *

Popcorn Fueled Menace ***

Special Brownies **

Healing of a Scot *

Deafening Stillness *

Scottish Pickle *

Persuasion *

First Meetings *

Strong Heart *

Highland Rodeo Queen ***

Tea Master Soap II **

Movie Night ***

#soap squad™️#drabbles masterlist #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x f!reader #johnny mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x f!reader #soft!Soap #soap smut #soap drabbles #cod fanfic #call of duty #cod

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katieaki · 1 year

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Feline Casanova ;-)

March 2019, digital

Johnny Knives (they/them), a fucker who really understands the power of a signature Very Cool Jacket

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#okay I fixed it it is not transparent anymore #now you see whats in their pockets #katieakipresentsthewasteland #Johnny Knives #Johnny #JK #lgbtq art #queer art #Knife Church #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #queer artist #lesbian artist

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No one has to know

Gale 'Buck' Cleven x nurse!oc, Diane Shelby

Cw: cheating/infidelity, secret relationship friends to secret lovers, consensual cheating, mentions of canon/irl deaths and captures

Somewhat inspired by 'no one has to know' aka that song from mrs maisel.

Buck had come to look for Meatball and found him in sleeping under a big tree on her lap as she sat there on an empty sack.

She stands out from the rest with her strange eyes, one blue one brown and that knack for somehow always knowing everything before you even tell her. That last part made her a hell of a nurse, or so he’d heard when one of the medics assuring him his men were in good hands.

Nurse Shelby, a Red Cross Volunteer from some other part of England and something that told him she’d never wanted for anything growing up.

“Just adventure, Major Cleven.” The girl says sitting on her uniform cape with his dog laying his head on her lap and acting as if she was his real owner. “My name is Diane, but everyone calls me Di.”

“Buck.” He said joining her with his dog between them, he hasn’t had a moment of peace since their first mission. “That’s Meatball.”

“I know, just being proper with you.” She said relinquishing his dog back to him, but the damn mutt refused to leave her lap. “Does your girl back home like dogs, Buck?”

“Yeah, always wanted one of these growing up.” He smiles remembering the letter he got from Marge with her reaction to Meatball. She couldn’t wait for both of them to come home.

He wondered how’d she react to knowing all these girls here throwing themselves at him like they did at home.

“Lucky woman. My boyfriend came back with a canary he got when he first shipped out. Called it Vera so he could say he has two birds.” The nurse mentions and he has no idea what that means.

“He had a second bird?” he asks assuming the boyfriend had meant him.

“In some parts here, we call girlfriends birds.” She smiles at his ignorance and continues stroking Meatball’s fur. “I was, well, am the second bird. Our Vera lives with his sister in Manchester now that I’m working here.”

No harm in being just friends, he thinks with relief.

Diane has her sailor; he has Marge at home.

No harm in being just friends.

“Does Marge know?” Bucky asks when he watches the little nurse laughing with her friends in a peach-colored dress.

She looks lovely, her lips red and the locket give her a dreamy look. Like the image you have of the girl waiting for her fiancée to return in those war movies.

“Yeah, just friends. Diane’s got a fiancé, a sailor named Tom Bennett from Manchester.” The blond man answered taking his eyes off her.

“Buck, you know there’s a risk even if the both of you have someone.” Johnny Egan was not made for monogamy, he had sweethearts everywhere and his Josephine knew and here he was warning him not to fuck things up with Marge.

He wouldn’t, he’s sure of it.

There was no harm in being just friends with her.

“I have Marge, she has her Tom. Sometimes people are just friends, Bucky.” He assures him and yet Gale Cleven didn’t stop looking at her even when Bucky began to sing.

June becomes mid-July and Diane is officially known as the other owner of Meatball ---when Buck isn’t on the base.

Both dog and owner had become cherished friends to her and while she was attracted to Buck ---tall blonds were her weakness--- Di was perfectly content being his friend and only that.

Marjorie looked and sounded lovely, and he had the politeness to say Tom reminded him of Bucky. They had other people and while infidelity was the least of anyone’s problems these days, Buck did not give himself the permission other men had gained from their wives and sweethearts.

Even Diane had told Tom when he first shipped out that he was free to fuck who he wanted because sometimes you need companionship and a good lay to survive this fucking war. Tommy had been quite the Casanova before the war and it didn’t surprise her to know he had fucked a girl he met at the docks when the Exeter gave him his first taste in mortality in 1940.

But she’s not my Lady Di waiting for me at home, he had said when he confessed it. He loved her, she loved him except now she was the fair maiden to his brave knight. Just as Marjorie is to Buck, Josephine to Bucky and everyone with someone waiting at home for them.

Besides, she’s perfectly fine with being just friends with Buck, been so long since a guy only wanted to be friends with her.

Besides it won’t be long before he goes on that mission he won’t ever come back from. The witch had seen it when he came back from his mission earlier and smiled when he saw her sitting under the same tree where they met.

She’d surprised him with a catalogue of luxury leather collars and matching leashes and pretended everything was fine.

“You don’t have to get him anything for being a nuisance, Di.” He said leaning against the tree and their shoulders brushed each other’s slightly.

“I don’t mind it, it helps the soldiers and civilians to see him about. They love spoiling him and he loves the attention. He’s going to be a handful for you when your tour of duty is over.” Di said as she showed him a catalogue of dog collars and harnesses from a local. “The collar is the least I could do for letting me care for your dog.”

Meatball had the collar he’d given him, and a vest made to allow him roam the base freely with the Red Cross badge ---American unfortunately--- and the 100th Bomb Group so they knew who to return him to.

He needed a nice leather collar and matching leash for when she or Buck takes him off base, and hopefully returns to America with his owner.

“They look expensive, I don’t want to put you in the red for a gift.” He points at the price of the collar they had picked.

“Oh, trust me, I’d have to buy the entire shop to get into trouble. Besides, the shop owners need the money more than I do.” Diane turns to look at him and finds herself struck by how beautiful he looks sitting here with her with the sunlight painting his blond hair golden and his eyes as blue as the sea.

She really likes him, and she’s always had the problem of falling hard and fast for a boy. Especially when he is so kind and thoughtful and so strangely principled.

And yet he like her knows something’s changed in the air as he leans in with a dreamy look in his eyes and lips that tell her how good they’d feel against hers.

But he has Marjorie and she has Tom, so Diane bursts the little bubble that surrounds them before they do something they will regret.

“We should go, someone ought to be looking for either of us.” Diane said as both pretend nothing happened and they’re just leaving at a perfectly normal time and don’t have the afternoon free.

He dreams of her and Marge now.

Buck had been right about the risk and perhaps he shouldn’t have let her be so close to Meatball, but the dog’s too attached to her now.

He likes sitting with her under the tree, talking to her and pretend they aren’t here for a while. He likes her, even if some find her eyes unnerving and are put off by her talent for tarot reading.

Somehow that explained how she always knew what to do in the medic tent, always knowing what her patients had and needed.

The Major barely knows a thing about her and the same goes for her, and yet he feels as comfortable with her as he feels with Marge. He tells her things he can’t find the words to tell Marge and she understands them fully because she shares the burden of war he has.

It was a dangerous thing, and he’d only realized how dangerous it was when they chose the new collar for Meatball. He had fallen for Diane, something that he hadn’t believed could happen when he loves Marge and she loves her sailor.

He would’ve kissed her if she hadn’t stopped. It had happened so naturally so gradually, somehow he forgot about his Marjorie back home and his promise to her and himself.

Gale Cleven had never been the type to stray and yet this sunny spot in this dreary place had him at the risk of betraying his girl.

Buck knows what he must do, and tells himself it is the right choice as he readies himself for another mission. A mission she claims won’t go wrong.

When he comes back, Meatball is wearing his new leather collar and the leash is left on his bed. He feels guilty for the decision he’s made, but better a ruined friendship now than two ruined relationships later.

The next missions go just as well, no losses even if they sustain some damage. One doesn’t even happen and yet gets counted as one making them all more optimistic about arriving to mission #25 much sooner and ,most of all, alive.

When he sees her again its August and she is as friendly as ever, taking a break under the tree after a busy day at the triage. She was on high demand now especially when all her seemingly meaningless predictions came true.

Last he heard some of the more superstitious boys had begun asking her how the next missions would go, and now Diane was the most popular girl on the base.

“I haven’t thanked you for Meatball’s collar,” he says feeling the loss of their friendship a little more now that he’s standing before her.

“You didn’t have to, I know why you’ve stopped meeting me here. Your Marjorie is a very lucky woman, Buck.” She gives a small smile in return and doesn’t gesture for him to sit with her as he had been doing these two nearly three months.

“Your Tom is a lucky one as well. I had to remind Curt you have your sailor. Said he’d marry you if all missions went as good as these have been.” He doesn’t know why he mentions that. He had not found it as funny as his friends, Curt knew nothing about Diane save that she was good luck and pretty and daughter of a politician.

The knowing look in Bucky’s eyes had claimed it was jealousy, as if he’d ever felt jealous of Diane’s fiancé.

“I get several proposals every week, I suppose if it gives them a reason to come back to, I won’t stop them from dreaming.” There is grimace she tries to hide and yet he’s come to know her well enough to know what it means.

Bad news.

She’d made that face when she was asked about the first try at Warnemunde resulted in the loss of a fort and all its crew. She’d done it when the boys had left to share the news with everyone else at the club and she tried to melt away from the spotlight.

“How bad is the next one going to be?” Buck loses his resolve to stay away and sits with her to comfort her at knowing she cannot change what she sees, or else she’d done it already.

“Really bad by the looks of my reading. Mission will be achieved but at a great cost.” Her mismatched eyes tell him she’s not telling him the whole truth.

Maybe she might be a real psychic and saw more than what she claims, but it doesn’t take a psychic to know most of the boys enlisted here won’t come home.

“If I don’t make it, promise me you’ll take care of him. You don’t have to send him to Marge if you don’t want to, he can join you and the canary in Manchester or Birmingham or wherever you and your Tom go after the war.” It is a solemn vow, entrusting her with Meatball who helps him and everyone in this hell stay sane.

“I promise, Buck.” She reaches out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze and he doesn’t stop her.

This time when they find themselves in the same predicament as before they don’t stop.

Her lips are soft and sweet, awakening a distant memory of Marge's and yet he doesn’t stop until they’re too out of breath to do more than rest their heads against each others in comfort and in fear that they won’t every see each other again.

No one would know about it nor the promise they’d made just as people on base hardly knew about this hidden little piece of heaven they had here.

He might die with this secret tomorrow and somehow that makes it better.

Regensburg goes as terribly as she’d seen in her readings.

90 men all either made prisoners of war or killed in action, boys younger than her and only a handful as old as her eldest brother.

But Buck’s not among them as she’d feared, he’d made it to Algeria with Bucky and those lucky enough to make it another day.

They’re to return soon, and she is afraid he won’t meet her at their tree after that kiss.

When he left to Regensburg the feel and taste of his lips had felt as present as they had the night before.

He was so unlike Tom, her Tom who she’d managed to see for a day sometime in July. He’d been jealous of her mentioning Buck, and with good reason.

And yet remembering she’d given him a free pass to sleep with a woman if he felt the need to do so, he had extended the same courtesy to him.

Because he believes she wouldn’t stoop so low as to shag an American, least of all an American with a girlfriend.

Now Di had kissed Buck and she’s okay if he never comes to the tree again because what matters is that he comes back alive.

When they return she’s too busy to even see him except for a few seconds at the triage. They’d come back the same way they left only this time with less losses.

Still too many if you ask any of them. The 100th had a one to 4 odds of survival for every mission, but such slaughter was deemed necessary for the war as was the incessant and indiscriminate night bombing the RAF did.

Buck had refused a medal, she’d heard. Reminded her of how her father threw his in the Cut, likely for the same reason as Buck did.

When she finally goes to their tree late in the evening, she finds him there waiting for her. Solemn as the grave, eyes red from crying.

“Curt was shot down, we were hoping he’d been one of the captured, but there wasn’t even body recovered at the wreckage.” It wasn’t just numbers to him, they had been his friends, people he cared for, people who had lives and dreams and loved in all the different ways that exist.

Curt had been with him since basic training, almost as close to him as Bucky and Bill and his crewmates.

Men are told not to grieve, not to cry and yet they grieve and cry as all humans do.

She held Tom as he grieved his father, as he grieved the boy who’d left and for all his friends and crewmates that didn’t make it.

“I’m so sorry, Buck.” She goes to him, unsure if she should hug him because that’s the best sort of comfort she can offer. She hugs him, holding him together as he lets himself fall apart.

He does more than grieve, he does what everyone in his shoes has done: seek comfort in the only way you can forget everything and everyone for a moment.

Buck cradled her face in his hands just as Tom has done all those times and kissed her like he loved her.

And it dawns on her, that she loves him. Something far worse than fucking another man was loving another man.

“Please, Di,” his voice breaks and he begs her to make him forget the hell they live in.

Tom would never know about this just as Marjorie wouldn’t either.

It is not like the times before with their respective sweethearts, its rough and desperate and something they’ll surely regret and yet this sweetest of sins cannot be called anything else but love.

“I think I love you.” He whispers to her, admitting this great sin that somehow weighs on him as much as that of knowing it is people he kills with those bombs.

“I think I love you too.” She pressed her lips to his again and pretending no one else existed beyond them.

No one would know this ever happened, and it was better for everyone else except them two.

It becomes a habit, after particularly terrible missions. Them seeking comfort and love and understanding in the only slice of heaven here. Just them and their tree.

“When I was dancing with Meatball, I kept wishing I could have the balls to dance with you, Di.” He admits as they kiss against their tree.

She won’t say what she saw, and he knows its terrible, bad or worse than Regensburg by the way she tries not to cry.

“Then take me dancing when you come back, Major.” Di laughs quietly as they sit against the tree like they did that first day they met. “Tom won’t mind.”

And Marge won’t know why.

He never wanted to be like his father and yet, here he was in love with two women and one as oblivious to the other just like his mom had been.

“You’re not your father, Buck, you won’t ever be like him. And if you want, this can be the last time we ever do this.” She always knows what he’s thinking, claims its part of her gifts.

He thinks its because she’s come to know him just as good as Bucky and Marge have.

He knows her as good as her Tom does. Tom who is a tall blond man she keeps in her locket and doesn’t know she loves him as well.

No one would ever know this ever even happened, just him and Diane. And somehow, that made it all the sweeter.

“I’ll give you an answer when I come back from Bremen, Di.” That night he carves their initials on the bark of the tree.

On October 8th of 1943, Major Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven’s fort, Our Baby, is shot down and all 10 men inside are made prisoners of war.

It is October 9th, 1946 that he comes back to that tree ,both are happily married and know their time together will always remain a secret.

When Buck comes to take Meatball back one last time, he wonders what could’ve been if they’d been free to love each other outside of the shade of their tree.

A/n: thank you for reading!!!!

If you find Diane Shelby sounds familiar, it is because she is actually an oc taken from my Tom Bennett x Peaky Blinders! oc for my cringe af world on fire and my peaky blinder fanfic crossover.

Au where Buck and Diane do get together: no one but you

#gale cleven #buck cleven x oc #gale buck cleven x oc #buck cleven #masters of the air fanfiction #mota #diane shelby #mota fanfic

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Interlude two : Everyone deserves happiness.

Pairing: König x f!Reader ( OC aka “Mini” MacTavish ) + Simon " Ghost " Riley

Summary: Bit of family moment. Family love all round. Takes place just after "Thank you for everything."

Warning: T to M theme, slight swearing. A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background, while you are there, go read her wonderful CoD fics too!

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“.. You are like a brother to me and Johnny. This will always be your home. I want us to stay as friend. I am so sorry.”

“ I will not hurt her. I love her very much. In fact, I am here today to ask for permission for marriage in the future.” Your head is still reeling from all the events that happened over the Easter weekend at your parent's family farm. A "pre-proposal" and breaking someone else's heart at same time.

"OH I am so happy you are settling down, I was losing hope on your brother to bring me a grandchild or a partner. He is not getting any younger!" Your Ma gushes as you two were doing dishes.

" Ah Ma, you know Johnny... I doubt he can settle down anytime soon with his flirtatious nature.. Just let him be." You know Johnny too well. The Casanova. While he is very respectable towards his interest, you doubt your brother will find his ONE anytime soon. He seems to be enjoying all the attention. " He is just like your Da when he was younger.. Chasing all the girls around their skirt.." Your Da? the calm and quiet and serious Da? You can't imaging. You burst out in a fit of giggle.

"How about you Simon? Anyone caught your eyes or interest?" Your Ma being a nosy body. Ghost hand paused in the air putting the dishes away, and you two look at each other. ' Ma, don't be so nosy. I'll make sure to find a nice lady for my big brother here." you bump his bicep with your head after finishing rinsing the last dishes, trying to end the subject. Ghost smiled down at you. The pain is still there, but you can see the slight change. " I think your cousin Alex's older sister is still single the last time I was talking to her Ma during Christmas gathering..." " MA PLEASE." Both you and Ghost rolled eyes. "Fucken Steaming Jesus, why is it still so cold outside." You heard Johnny complaining as the men coming through the back door. Your Da and Johnny was showing König around the farm. " Languages Johnny!" " Sorry Ma." You put on a kettle to get ready to brew some tea. You push Simon to the table to sit down with the boys. " Go. Thanks for helping." Walking over to your.. boyfriend?fiancé? (technically he hasn't propose to you yet) you gave him a kiss on the cheek after waving him to bend down a little. Still not use to PDA , he blushes and pick your hand up and give it a kiss. " Hello teddy bear, how was the tour?" "Good.."

" I am surprised he is pretty knowledgeable how the farm runs." Your Da mentioned.

" I.. I use to spend summer holidays at my Oma and Opa's farm up in the mountain... I use to... um, still do help them with works when I go back...." "OH good, extra pair of hand to help around so Da won't work me overtime like a slave everytime I come back." " Don't be so lazy Johnny." You smack your brother on the head as you serve up tea and scones. " Be nice to your brother." " Yae be nice to me Mini." "I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug!"

Ghost sits there, sipping on his tea and observe the family interaction. He feels like an outsider intruding this intimate moment. He longs to feel the love and bond that he never really get to experiences as a child. "Come on, Simon, help me out here. She's being nasty to me." " You asked for it." Taking another sip of tea, Ghost shows absolutely no sympathy towards Soap. " See? Even he agrees." you stick your tongue out.

" You should hear him in action. Wouldn't shut up over the com."

" Pahh. this crabbit is even worse. The bad jokes I had to endure." " ... I .. I think those jokes are funny.. " König pips up timidly.

" Three to one Johnny." You fold your arm across the chest and puffed. Ghost is going to miss all this when life goes back to normal.

" Got everything?" You look around your bedroom, checking for anything you forgot to pack. "I think... So." " Alright let's go." König picks up both of your luggages and heading towards the front door. Simon and Johnny already there at the front, your Ma was in deep talk with Simon while your Da and Johnny was checking something out on the phone beside them. You see Simon listening intensely to what your Ma had to say, as she has serious expression on her face and patting his hand makes you wonder what they were talking about. Finally she pulls him down for a hug which Simon returns with slight hesitance. The boys heading back to work immediately for next mission, you had to say goodbye to all three of them before you leaving on different flight, back to London while they flying over to the continent. You tearfully say your farewell to König, as is everytime for long distance relationship, saying goodbye was never easy. He promise to visit you again as soon as possible, with even prospect of visiting his family in Austria and show you around his grandparents' farm. König glancing side way, noticing Ghost and Soap is talking amongst themselves and not looking at your way, he bend over, pull his mask down and gave you a quick kiss, while wiping your tears away. " I will see you soon Liebling, I promise." He whispers. He hates seeing you cry. you nodded your head, he pull you in for one last tight hug before you went for final hugs with Ghost and Soap. You have no idea the next time all three of you see each other again was in dire circumstance. "...What did my Ma say to you?" " ... She said I am welcome anytime to your house..." " You know you are always welcome." " ... she said she sees me as another son that she didn't give birth to." " Simon, I respect you as a commander , a colleague and also as a brother from different mother right? Mini loves having you around as well. You ARE part of my family." " Thanks Johnny." " Besides, I need someone to help me to keep an eye on König." "... I think it might be the other way round. König probably get hassled by Mini than he does to her." "... That is true."

Farout I am making this chapter more into broken heart Ghost than König x reader fic lol ooops. I just want to round off his feeling for Mini, moving on from unrequited love onto family big brother love.

I am slowly easing Ghost into the MacTavish family household...trying very hard not to make it too forced. This boy deserves happiness and i WILL GIVE HIM HAPPINESS even in this König route ( and even though I hurt the poor boy with rejection...) I am imagining both König and Ghost are comfortable enough not to wear mask/face covering in private setting with their family.

#könig #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mctavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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||.*Cryst’s Masterlist

All the stories Ive written !

||.* The Last of us,

☆Joel Miller:

- At Last

- Need you now

- More Than Anything

˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚

||.* Harry potter

★Severus Snape:

- Imagine: Snape complaining about Neville blowing something up in potions again. But you like Neville and stick up for the boy.

- Till death due us part..

- Dad!Snape going protective dad mode

- Oh so familiar..

- I say this politely

-Dad!Snape and Zhuri kinda Angsty

- Light you Give me

☆George Wesley:

- Best Friends Brother..

☆Neville Longbottom:

- Cute lil’ thing ain't you..

˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚

||.*Stranger things

☆Billy Hargrove:

- I'll be home for Christmas..

- Late night getaway..

★Jonathan Byers:

- drabble!Jonathan being into choking

˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚

||.*The Walking dead

☆Carl Grimes:

-Dangerously Yours

★Daryl Dixon

-Showers

˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚

||.* My Hero Academia

☆Toshinori Yagi/All might

-Cameras

˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚

||.* Call of Duty

★Phillip Graves

- Daddy’s Girl

- Cowboy Casanova

-Would you believe me

☆Simon Riley

-You know that

-drabble!twindad! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

-In Everything

-A little taste of color

-Drabble!twindad!Simon and twin!Zhuri

-I miss you

-You belong to me

-Drabble! Simon coming home from deployment

-Drabble! Riley household dealing with the twins

-Thinking about Simon and his Stallion!Wife

-Her

★John Price

-Drabble!fucking ur exbf dad

☆Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish

-What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico

-Drabble!Dad!Prices Little Angel isn’t as innocent as she seems, sneaking around with one of his most trusted

-Happy Family

-night market

-Coming home for Christmas

★Alex Keller

- Whats wrong baby?

˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚

More to come!

Remember request are open!!

#severus snape #snape community #harry potter #stranger things #george wealsey x reader #joel miller tlou #snape fandom #x black reader #x poc reader #fairy tail #my hero acedamia #haikyuu!!#ushijima wakatoshi #all might

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dirtyvulture · 7 months

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😎 As promised my last thought on Wolverine R until the god of lust feeds us with part two. It is canon that Wolverine can get drunk but only by strong alcohol ( or drinking a shit load of it ) and only for a short amount of time ( unless they have a constant supply of it) . It is also canon that Wolverine has super senses and that they can literally smell fear. That is not the angst part of this but before that , have a fluffy thought.

In the car Wolverine R is taping her fingers on the wheel and has the beads of her necklace in her mouth while a song from the radio plays softly , it is a oldie ( think 1940s ) but R knows very word and is constantly biting back from singing . R is straight Vibing and Nat is just looking at her bewildered because this was the same person who was COVERED in blood after butchering four grown men , vibing with a necklace in her mouth humming an old song . It gets better when we slightly turn our head to her with that really awkward sheepish smile (awkward in the way that a person whom hasn’t smiled in DECADES is awkward ) with the necklace still in our mouth.

Here comes the angst:

We don’t get too close to Nat , especially with our hands ( our knuckles) and we always have them facing away from her. We had stand at a soldier’s “at ease stance” with our hands behind our backs or our fingers interlock together behind our head after we “Dealt” with the RR agents. It is later in the car from the fluffy thought and the radio is still on but a certain song comes on ( Hurt by Johnny Cash , that song was MADE for Wolverine) and we drop the beads of our necklace and go into a kinda trance humming and singing the lines“ What have I become my sweetest friend , Everyone I know goes away in the end , I will let you down I will make you hurt.” It doesn’t matter if Nat is trying to switch channels or turn off the radio, we know it by heart and we are stuck until the song naturally ends. It is some time later and Nat is never so glad to a grunt in her life as R tell her to close her eyes . R tells her she knows all about the RR and from Nat running from them she hasn’t slept properly in a while ( hell hasn’t slept properly in her whole life) and when Nat was about to protest R tells her she will ( she bites back on saying singing) hum for her and R does ( insert Natasha’s lullaby or another song) until Nat falls asleep ( both of them know that R isn’t fully out of the trance and this action is a déjà vu one , R has done this before for someone else) . When R knows Nat is asleep parks and she grabs the stuff she looted from the RR agents : alcohol and cigarettes then leaves a short distance away so it shouldn’t bother the sleeping redhead. As she finishes both the cigarette and feels the all to temporary effects of the emptying bottle R mulls over her other coping mechanisms of letting laid ( they are a Casanova after all just a gentleman about it) and violence but decides against it. Can’t get laid with Nat still in her charge because she can’t leave her alone ( R Isn’t going to take advantage of Nat’s vulnerable state) and R has already done to much violence ( violence wasn’t going to be done on Nat ) and doesn’t want Nat scared of her. So R decides to just do drinking and smoking when Nat is sleeping.

With that I now go into hibernation until part two and I have to say I have a smutty thought as a sacrifice to the god of lust for my return. The thought is of Wolverine R and Nat’s first time ( or the first few times ) together. I also feel that R is definitely a top but that is for the writer to decide ( they are the ones who made Wolverine R after all) .

😎 anon, we are counting on you to keep the carnivores fed until my return!

Your version of Wolverine!R is lowkey kinda cute 😭 (at least as cute as one can be for being a former weapon of mass destruction with decades of pure trauma lol).

And I love the idea that R would be very careful with her hands around Nat. ❤️ And I love that song so much! I'll definitely be listening to it while writing the next part.

I love how you always say you're going into hibernation and then you immediately return the next day. But you are always welcome here! As for how the smut between these two would go...all I can say right now is anything is possible. :)

#😎 anon #vulture answers #darkest knight au

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rock-n-macabre · 4 months

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A Rabid Possum Kinda Playlist

thanks to @tragantia for the inspo! Here's some songs I feel would either be ones Sev would find suiting to his taste, ones that describe him, and some relationship inspired ones. It jumps around from time eras and genres. It's a "If Rabid Possum Man Was Alive in Modern Society" version 😋Don't judge 😅🩸🖤 hope yall enjoy! 🖤

🩸Tear you apart (She Wants Revenge)

🩸Hypnotic (Zella Day)

🩸Shoot it up baby doll (The Terrorists)

🩸Rock this town (The Stray Cats)

🩸Machine gun blues (Social Distortion)

🩸Head down (The Royal Volts)

🩸Fever (The Cramps)

🩸Baby please don't go (Aerosmith)

🩸Ring of fire (Johnny Cash)

🩸Folsom prison blues (Johnny Cash)

🩸Saturday night (Misfits)

🩸Scream (Misfits)

🩸Dust to dust (Misfits)

🩸Cowboy Casanova (Carrie Underwood)

🩸Die die my darling (Metallica cover)

🩸Headspin (The Butcher Babies)

🩸I hate everybody but you (Slash's Snakepit)

🩸Soma city ward (Slash's Snakepit)

🩸Neither can I (Slash's Snakepit)

🩸This Love (Pantera)

#near dark #severen #severen van sickle #character playlist #Playlist

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daisydeacks · 2 years

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Friday Nights

Johnny Knoxville x f!reader Your roommate convinces you to go out with him and his friends sometimes.

Warnings: VERY public sex, oral sex (male receiving), gross floors, fingering?, NSFW A/N: This has been sitting in my WIPs for a while now bc I literally could not figure out how to finish it. sorry if the ending is a bit weak :,) I hope you guys like it

You were sat on the counter, mindlessly staring at the digital clock on the microwave, and it staring back at you. 7:03. You brought another chunk of cold, cooked hamburger to your mouth, chewing it slowly. You had cooked off the package of it that was in the fridge the night before since it was about to go bad and now here you were, in your pajamas, sitting in your silent kitchen of your shared apartment on a Friday night.

It wasn’t unusual to be alone in the evening and ready for bed at such an early time for you, much to your roommate’s chagrin. Every time he caught you already curled up on the couch watching TV, or God forbid in bed with a book, he’d come in and try to make you go out with him and his friends. And you'd say no, because really, you didn't really want to, and then he’d bat those pretty brown eyes of his and get on his knees.

“Please, doll, light of my life. Life of our home,” He’d grab your hands, stare up at you with a pout. And you'd blush and look away before being recaptivated by him, and think about how pretty he was on his knees for you.

“No, Johnny,” You’d shake your head and laugh, and he’d smirk, knowing how to take you down for the kill.

“Please, darlin’, nothin’ would make me happier.” He’d lay down his southern drawl extra thick, watching you shift in your seat, or from foot to foot if you were standing. “Come out with us tonight, come out with me. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

And it always was worth it. You two would bust back in the front door of the apartment, hands and mouths all over each other in a drunk and lustful frenzy. And then you’d have sex either in the kitchen, you propped precariously against the edge of a counter and straining your leg, or on the living room floor with at least one of you leaving with some sort of rug burn. Or in one of your rooms, the other eventually disappearing back to their rightful room sometime during the night.

And then it’d be back to normal. You had started to notice Johnny would come home alone when you wouldn’t go out with him though. You tried not to think if it had any deeper meaning, not wanting to get your hopes up.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of your front door opening and you looked up, bringing another hunk of the hamburger to your mouth.

“Hey, Y/N-” Johnny walked towards you and dropped his jacket on the dining room table before he stopped, frowning when he saw you eating from a bowl with your hand. “What the hell are eating?” He walked across the small kitchen now, peering into the bowl cradled in your arm.

You swung your legs a bit, tilting the bowl towards him. “Hamburger. It was going bad.” You shrugged, grabbing another nugget sized piece to eat.

Johnny stared at you for a moment before he grabbed a piece. He grimaced. “It’s cold?”

“Yeah?”

“No.”

“What?”

He took the bowl from you, shushing you when you opened your mouth to protest. He opened the fridge, sticking the bowl back in before slamming the door shut. “It’s Friday and you’re in pajamas eating cold hamburger. Go get dressed, sweetheart. You’re coming out with me.” He gave you a look when you opened your mouth again before you sighed, sliding off of the counter.

“I don’t have any clean clothes.” You arched your eyebrows at him.

“You have that one dress.” Johnny leaned his hip against the counter now, looking down at you with a sly smile. “That little back number. I know you do because you haven't worn it since-”

“Jesus, okay! Calm down, Casanova.” You cut him off with a glare and he laughed, moving out of your way so you could pass him. “Give me a few minutes, geez.” You knew there would be no winning against him. Of course he’d let you be if you really wanted to be, but why would you deny a good time with Johnny?

It wasn’t too long before you finished your regular make up routine and fixed your hair, now standing in your room as you smoothed the dress out over yourself. You’d be lying if you said you didn't love the dress. It hugged you perfectly where you’d want to be, hid where you felt most self conscious, made your boobs look great. You found the sandals you normally wore when going out, sitting down to strap them on around your ankles. You loved them because, no matter what, you never lost them. You'd be barefoot and they’d still be attached to your ankles dragging behind your feet. A blessing, really.

Johnny was sitting on the couch with a beer as he waited for you to get ready, already changed into some clean shirt and jeans. You quietly emerged from your room, still brushing your hands down the front of the dress and tugging it down in the back, afraid of possibly showing too much. The man looked up and let out a low whistle, his eyes shamelessly raking over your figure.

You couldn’t help the blush that burned at your face and you looked away, crossing your arms and holding your elbows.

“Jesus, Y/N.” Johnny stood up now, reaching out to you with his free hand. You arched an eyebrow before you handed him one of yours and the man spun you slowly, causing a laugh to leave you. “I forgot how great you look in this thing. I mean, you always look great, but...” The spin stopped after a few turns and you smiled up at Johnny, shaking your head. “Seriously? You really want me to go out, huh? You’re laying it on thick tonight, Knoxville.”

He shrugged, dropping your hand as he returned your smile with a grin of his own. “Oh, yeah, doll face. I’m not lettin’ you out of my sight tonight.” He quickly finished off his beer before he grabbed his cell phone off the side table and shook it. “Already called the cab.” And shoved it in his pocket with his wallet.

You grabbed your purse off the hook by the door, hesitating a moment before you dug through it for your ID and cash. Johnny watched as you shoved your ID and folded money into your chest, hiding the items under your breasts. You looked up at him once you were readjusted, arching an eyebrow. “What? I don’t wanna lose my purse.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I didn't say a word, ma'am.” He smiled down at you now before offering his arm. You hesitated a moment before taking it. “It’s very resourceful.” You laughed at that, patting his arm that you held.

“Why, thank you. Such a gentleman this evening.”

“Oh, I try to be when it comes to you, sweetheart.”

At that you blushed and turned your head away, hoping the man wouldn't notice. But he did, and he loved it.

Before you knew it you were in the back of some seedy club, sitting in a large booth with the rest of Johnny’s friends from the show. It was dark, warm, somehow so much more humid inside than you could imagine considering you lived in California, and the floor was already sticky. Maybe it was just constantly sticky. You hummed to yourself as you thought about the fact the floors were probably never cleaned besides possibly being swept.

“What’re you thinking about, Y/N? You’re making interesting faces.” One of Johnny’s friends, Preston, leaned over towards you to ask, his voice raised so you could hear him over the music. You took a sip of your drink before responding, the strong, fruity cocktail burning your throat.

“About how sticky the floors are.” You shouted back after a moment with a shrug. The man gave you a look before he nodded in agreement.

Johnny wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaning his mouth down near your ear. “Seriously? The floors?”

You shivered at the feeling of his breath tickling near your neck. “Yeah, they’re gross.” You turned your head to face him, reaching up to gently raise his sunglasses. The eye contact he kept with you was intense and you felt yourself growing warm under his gaze.

“You’re not drinking nearly enough if you’re worried about floors, sweetheart.” He said almost a bit too seriously, a smile tugging at his lips.

You swallowed, glancing down at his mouth before you let his sunglasses drop back into place. “I don't think I could ever be drunk enough to not worry about dirty floors.” You reached for your drink again, allowing yourself to sink into his side. He took the hint, wrapping his arm around you more securely. “How are you wearing sunglasses in here?”

“I don’t notice.” Johnny responded nonchalantly, taking another swig of his own beer.

“They’re prescription!” Chris shouted from across the table with a cackle, Johnny shooting him a stern look. The man held up his hands before getting up, pointing a thumb towards a group of girls across the dance floor and sauntering off towards them, a few of the other guys hurrying after him.

A few drinks later you felt looser, warmer. Your head was leaning back against Johnny’s arm and the man was intermittently nuzzling his face in your neck and mouthing at your skin. You'd shiver and giggle each time, bearing your neck to him before the two of you would stare out onto the floor, trying to see if you could spot any of his friends.

“You wanna dance, darlin’?” Johnny asked after he finished another beer, his hand rubbing your shoulder. You turned your head to look up at him with a smile before nodding, patting his chest. He scooted himself out of the booth before holding his hand out to you, helping you up as you stumbled a bit.

“Yikes.” You shook your head and blinked a few times before following Johnny out into the sea of people, the both of you keeping a tight grip on each other’s hands.

You both soon found a small opening in the crowd and he pulled you to him, your back to his chest as you both started to move to the music. Johnny had kept his hands on your hips at first, attempting to stay respectful before you ground your ass against his groin, the man choking on a breath as he watched you. After that he wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands openly groping at one of your tits, his face now delving into your neck to leave marks on the skin. His free hand dove lower, sneaking under your skirt and palming over your underwear.

You were soon panting from the sudden sensations, one of your hands reaching up to grab at his hair. Your other hand gripped the arm of the hand that was now toying with you over your panties and you felt your eyes roll back. “Johnny-” You reached down now, making sure to pull your skirt down around his hand so no one could see everything, though it was evident what was happening down there if someone really looked.

“No one’s gonna notice.” He gently bit at your ear, his grip tightening on you. “They’re all doing the same thing.” He ground himself into your ass, a shuddered groan leaving his throat.

You forced your eyes open to look around and- he was right. Everyone was focused on themselves or their partners, and half of them were also being felt up. You forced your racing mind to slow, allowing yourself to focus on the feeling of Johnny’s fingers now grazing over your clit through your underwear.

“There- Oh, God, there.” You gasped out, your head falling back against him as you ground your hips down against his hand. You were becoming a sweating, panting mess in his arms.

“You’re soaking your panties? All for me?” Johnny hummed into your ear, his arm that was groping your chest now holding you tightly against him. You gasped at the feeling of him now rubbing circles on your clit, his fingers pushing your panties aside.

You brought up your hand, trying to muffle your noises against the back of it. Johnny bit down gently on your neck as he continued to play with you like a spoiled child who would never have to share you with another, still continuing to grind himself against you, just enough to relieve some tension within himself.

“I don’t think they’ll hear you, sweet pea, not with all this music.” He spoke into your ear, grinning against you. “Do you wanna cum here for me? All over my fingers?”

You found yourself nodding at your roommate’s words, a choked noise leaving you as you held onto his arms again. “Yes,” You gasped out as his fingers continued their assault, “Please.” You begged, moving your head to the side to allow him more room to your neck.

“Shit, Y/N.” He groaned into your neck the sound of your words, his fingers quickening their pace on your core. You couldn’t help the panting whines that were leaving you, now trying once again to muffle the sounds with your own hand. He reached up, his hand that has been holding onto you now clasping over your mouth, and you sucked in two of his fingers with a muffled moan. He shuddered at the feeling of you sucking on his fingers, the feeling of your warm tongue exploring his digits. He could feel the vibrations of your moans against his hand, his forehead starting to bead with sweat as he continued to grind against your behind.

It wasn’t much longer before you were a muffled whining, shaking mess, your head falling back against his shoulder as you came on his hand. Your nails dug into his arms as you felt yourself release, gasping around his fingers still in your mouth. Johnny rubbed you through your orgasm, shushing you as he kissed your cheek. “So good for me, darlin’, always are.” He said just loud enough for you to hear over the music, pressing multiple kisses against your sweaty head. He pulled his hand away from your core, bringing the wet digits to his mouth to suck them clean. He hummed around them before wiping them dry against his jeans.

You were still panting around the fingers in your mouth, Johnny now removing them to also wipe them off on his pants. You stumbled a bit before he grabbed you, your mind utterly foggy. Once you regained whatever composure you had left you turned around to face him before pulling him down, the kiss desperate.

Johnny groaned into your mouth, his tongue quickly melding with yours, teeth clashing. He shuddered as he felt your hands rub at the exposed skin above his belt before you stopped, your hands resting on the belt buckle. You pulled away from the kiss, forcing yourself to balance enough to lean up on your tippy toes for your mouth to reach his ear. “You wanna cum in your pants or in my mouth?” You grinned against his cheek, the man’s jaw dropping at your words.

Johnny quickly grabbed your hand, eyes searching around the dark building before quickly walking towards one of the bathrooms. You followed him through the sea of people once more, just now realizing how wet your underwear had become from your own mess, feeling the fabric rub against you as you walked. You shook your head, stumbling after the eager man with a giggle. The two of you snuck into the women’s restroom, somehow finding it empty and going to the last stall.

You pushed Johnny against the wall, pulling him into a heated kiss before you kneeled down, no longer concerned with how gross the floor was. You started to undo his belt, peering up at him through your eyelashes, relishing in how flushed he was becoming. “Sunglasses off.” You leaned back on your heels, pausing your actions until he complied, quickly folding his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. “I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours.”

Johnny felt himself twitch at that comment alone. He choked at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, his hand finding itself gently pushing any stray strands of hair out of your face as you pulled down his pants to his thighs.

“Oh, God,” the man above you groaned as his head fell back against the stall wall with a soft thud, his eyes falling shut as the feeling of you licking a strip from the base of his dick to the tip, your lips wrapping around the head. He shuddered at the feeling of your mouth starting to envelop him and you hummed before pulling back. You started to stroke his cock, holding it off to the side a bit as you mouthed at the base of his dick and licked at his balls. You tasted salt, his skin a damp with sweat. Some part of you relished in it.

Johnny looked down at you, blowing out a shuddering breath. He gently traced the side of your face, hesitating a moment before he gently tapped the side of your face, holding his breath. You frowned, pausing your actions as you stood up. “Everything okay?”

He quickly pulled you in to a kiss at seeing your frown before pulling back, resting his forehead against yours. “As much as I love seeing you down there can I please-” He licked his lips, glancing down, “can I please fuck you, sweetheart?”

You stared at him for a moment before you nodded with a smile and let the man push you against the stall, him now hovering over you. You quickly pulled down your underwear, kicking them somewhere onto the floor before he quickly reached down, hiking up your thigh before he lined himself up with you. He looked down at you and you nodded, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as he entered you, you somehow keeping balance between your one leg on the floor and the wall and him keeping you pinned there.

Johnny’s hips started to buck into you with abandon after a few moments, the man shuddering at how wet and warm you felt around him. The stall started to creak with Johnny’s thrusts into you, the sound mixing with yours and his pants and gasps. You were breathing against each other, your foreheads still touching, your hands cupping his face.

“You’re so beautiful.” Johnny groaned as his hips started to become unrhythmic and you laughed quietly at his words, watching him as his face contorted in pleasure.

“You gonna finish for me, Johnny?” You breathed out as you reached up a hand to tug on his hair. He man moaned at the sensation before he pulled out of you a few thrusts later and reached down to finish himself off, his cum painting the stall door between your legs. He kissed you as he rode himself through his orgasm, his other arm now dropping your leg that had been held up. You murmured sweet nothings against his mouth as his breath started to even out, gently scratching your fingers through his hair as he came down. “You’re so pretty when cumming for me, roomie, not sure how I got so lucky.”

Johnny shivered at your words, smiling against you now. He tucked himself away a few moments later, wiping his hand on his jeans once more, his mess now joining yours on the fabric. You readjusted your dress, patting your chest to make sure you still felt your ID before leaning back against the stall for support as you peered up at him. Your legs still felt weak and a voice in the back of your head thanked your sandals for not being heels.

You watched him for a moment before pulling him down to you, kissing him once more.

He quickly obliged, his hands reaching up to you, one cupping your cheek as the other rested on the back of your neck, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You didn’t notice before, all the flavors coming from his mouth. A mixture of his beers, the few sips he had of your fruity ones (or maybe that was just you), and whatever else that just tasted like him. Johnny’s hands had now wandered down to your ass, greedily groping at the mounds there.

You were starting to pull on his hair before suddenly someone was banging on the stall, pulling you two out of the heated kiss. “Are you guys done fucking yet?! Some of us have to piss!” A woman’s voice came from the other other side and you flushed a dark color, staring at Johnny with your mouth open.

“I, um. Sorry!” You said quickly, fixing yourself again and Johnny looking himself over before he took your hand and unlocked the door, the both of you awkwardly slipping out of the stall.

“Thank you.” The girl glared at the two of you before entering. The two of you hadn’t noticed the other stalls fill, or anyone come in to the bathroom for that matter.

You blinked a few times, stumbling a bit after Johnny out of the bathroom. The two of you looked at each other before laughing for a moment. He then glanced around the dance floor before starting to lead you towards the exit, the loud music once again becoming the only thing you could hear as you were once again walking through the crowd of dancers.

And suddenly you two were out in the cool night air, the breeze hitting your sweaty face and chest. It was sobering and you closed your eyes at the feeling, inhaling deeply. Johnny pulled you to the side, going to dig out his phone before he noticed a cab coming down the street, quickly raising his arm to flag it down.

“C’mon, darlin’.” You opened your eyes at the sound of his voice, and he gently pulled you with him towards the yellow cab. “Let’s get home.” He kissed the top of your head and you nodded, trying to ignore how tired you suddenly felt. Almost like a kid after a long day out and about.

You didn’t realize you had until you were woken up by him but you dozed off in the back of the cab against Johnny as soon as his arm was wrapped around you. You couldn’t help the noise of protest as he woke you up, sighing as you scooted yourself out of the back seat.

“My bed or yours?” Johnny questioned as the two of you walked towards your front door, digging into his pocket for his keys.

You found yourself stumbling a bit again, now trying to reach down to start undoing your sandals. “Mine. I just washed m’ sheets.” You hummed. Johnny nodded before gently tugging you back up.

“Let me help with those inside.” He kissed the side of your head before opening the door, allowing you to go in first. You immediately stopped by your purse, digging into your chest for your now warm ID and wet with sweat cash and shoved it back in the bag, figuring you’d find your wallet later. Johnny laughed as he watched you, “I forgot you had that in there.”

“I almost did too. Hate waking up with it.”

Johnny then kneeled in front of you, keeping his promise of undoing your sandal straps. You felt yourself blush before you smiled down at him, once again raking your fingers through his hair.

He looked up at you with his own smile before shaking his head. “Don’t get me started again, Y/N.” His warned, his tone light.

You laughed before you kicked your shoes off and pulled Johnny back up, walking with him back to your room. You let go of him to pull off your dress, letting it fall to the floor and kicked it towards your dirty clothes basket. You glanced back at Johnny before crawling into one side of your bed.

Johnny watched you almost in awe in the mostly dark room, still able to see just enough to make out your figure. He quickly followed your lead, stripping out of his clothes and setting his glasses safely on your dresser before getting into your bed on the other side. You hummed as you watched him get comfortable before you opened your arms to him, the man happily wrapping himself up in you, his face immediately going into the crook of your neck with a content sigh.

You closed your eyes, some sad voice in the back of your head telling you you wished it would be like this in the morning, that you wish you’d know he’d wake up in this bed with you. But realistically you knew it’d probably be like the rest of the times when he’d take himself back to his own room sometime during the night, or like when you’d sneak back into yours, and you’d both act like it never happened. The thoughts didn’t linger long, you were soon falling asleep with Johnny in your arms, the man already snoring softly against your neck.

You woke up the next morning with your head throbbing and your throat feeling impossibly dry. You inhaled deeply before erupting into a coughing fit, causing your headache to worsen. You felt a hand on your back as you tried to control the coughing, it rubbing in comforting circles. You grabbed for the water you kept by your bedside, swishing some in your mouth before swallowing with a huffed breath.

“You okay?” Johnny’s tired voice reached your ears, the man still rubbing your back. “Sounded like you were about to die for a minute.”

“I feel like it.” You croaked out, now turning over to face him. He was smiling at you, his hand reaching to push your hair out of your face. You couldn’t help but return it. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat when you saw him still there.

“Good morning.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your mouth and you hummed before you both pulled away.

“Surprised to see you still here.” You mumbled, staring at his features in the morning light, your eyes raking over his face. His brown eyes stared back at you, dark circles evident under them. He seemed almost as uncomfortable as you in his hungover state. You were positive you looked the same if not worse.

“Is that a bad thing? I can go.” Johnny’s voice was a bit hurt and he frowned now.

Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head. “No! No.” You reached out, grabbing his hand. “That isn’t.. that’s not what I meant. It’s.. it’s nice.” You whispered the last part, looking down as your fingers interlaced, your cheeks blushing.

Johnny watched you for a few moments before he pulled you to him, resting his chin on the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you. You curled up to him easily, your eyes closing once more as you rested your forehead against his chest, using one of his biceps as a makeshift pillow. His other arm was draped over the top of you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your back and side.

“What’re we gonna do?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled back a bit to be able to look up at him, reaching a hand up to gently cup his scruffy cheek, your thumb gently brushing over the hairs and up to his cheekbone. “What do you mean?”

“About this. About us.” He was staring back down at you, his features soft.

“Are we about to have the ‘what are we?’ talk?” You asked now, giving him a small smile. “We do do a lot more than regular roommates should.”

“Doo doo?” Johnny arched his eyebrows at you, cracking a grin before you scoffed and gently hit his chest, followed by a laugh of your own.

The room became silent once again and you hesitated with your question. “What do you want? I don’t want to overstep any boundaries with you.” You looked down at his chest now, your stomach twisting with worry.

Johnny watched you as you seemed to shy away from him now, hurt tugging at his chest. “I want to be able to kiss you when you visit me on at a shoot, and take you out to dinner after.” He said now, causing you to look up a bit surprised. “I want to be able to have you sit with me without the guys saying anything.” He was holding eye contact as he made his statement, his hand now holding your face gently to keep you from looking away.

You felt a lump form in your throat and you swallowed, blinking a few times. “I..” You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him. “I would really, really like that.”

The man stared at you for a moment, a grin growing before he kissed you with a new fervor. You made a surprised noise as he somehow pulled you closer to him and you returned the kiss after a quick moment. He pulled back, his stare almost intense as he tried to read your own eyes for any signs of doubt or regret. There were none.

The two of you looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before you cracked a smile, gently patting his chest. “I think I’m gonna go hop in the shower. Wanna join?”

Johnny arched his eyebrows at the offer, seeming to ponder the question. “I don’t know, it’s a tempting-”

You cut him off with a laugh, rolling away from him now to get out of the bed. He grinned, scooting out of the bed after you, the sound of his laughter joining yours.

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