#that's a nice throuple you got there

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 1; ghoap x reader)

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Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately.

Ghost listens because the periods between missions are long and colourless—he fills the time with paperwork, PT, exhausting his muscles in the gym, and dissociating in a booth at the only good pub on base when Johnny drags him along—and it’s better to tune out the thoughts in his head and replace them with something else. Besides, for as much as he gripes about poorly trained dogs barking too much, he enjoys the sound of Johnny’s voice. It quiets the faint ringing that follows him wherever he goes, an agitated humming that leaves him, on his best days, on the brink of rage.

“Tinnitus,” a doctor says when he brings it up during a routine check-up. Can you shut that fucking noise up?

“Best we can do is get you hearing aids.” Apologetic, sincere even. Stained, as always though, by a trembling, noxious unease. It emanates off the doctor in waves. 

Hard not to feel uneasy around a man in a mask, Ghost assumes. That’s all part of it though. He doesn’t cultivate comfort, doesn’t attempt to engender soft feelings or put the mind at ease. His body and persona are designed to put the body and mind on the knife’s edge of fear, and then tip it over. He leaves the sweet talking and charming to men like Johnny, who babbles red language in a tongue like larkspur. 

Ghost’s first language is oil slick. It stains and it covers and it darkens everything it touches. 

And now, Johnny’s talking about a bird.

A couple months after Las Almas, the first picture comes out. Not a folded up keepsake tucked away in the pocket of a bag or a wallet or the inside of his jacket, but right on Johnny’s lockscreen on his phone. He disapproves at first glance. Not of the girl, but at the thought of keeping something so valuable on display for anyone to see. It’s not how he functions. Everything sacred is burned, destroyed, or—if precious enough—buried so deep underground that salt miners might greet it on the way down.

“Pretty, eh?” Johnny goads, nudging Ghost with his shoulder. He’s all wide grin, eyes electric-blue like the flames of Kawah Ijen. 

She is pretty. Pretty as pie. Not a speck of grit or blood on her; if there’s any edge to her at all, it’s tempered by her smile in the photo on Johnny’s phone. A sugar sweet cunt, by the looks of it, sure it’d taste like candy if he got his mouth on it. He angles his eyes with Johnny’s lips and wonders how many times he’s eaten her out, if hers was the last cunt he ate. Likely. His boy’s the loyal kind, hard to shake off once he’s got his teeth in. Swapping spit or blood, he doesn’t leave once he’s got a taste. 

“Where’d you find her?” he asks instead of agreeing, and takes a swig from the bottle in front of him. The bar’s hardly filled out yet; the two of them come early because Ghost’s an old man—that’s what Johnny would say—and doesn’t like to be around people once the sun’s set. It’s a burnished gold now, sun hovering low in the sky when Ghost turns an eye to it. 

“Florist. Met her when I picked up flowers for mam’s birthday.”

Nearly a month then. “And I’m just hearin’ about this now?”

Not in this same pub three times a week since then. Not on the tarmac, suited up and sweating already beneath two layers of gear. Not in the shower beside Ghost’s, fingers reaching over the side for a bar of soap because Johnny can’t be arsed to get his own. Not with his head slumped to let Ghost shave the sides of his head nice and neat, thick fingers splayed over the delicate bone of his skull that Ghost knows would take nothing to break. 

It rankles him until he looks back down at the phone in his hands—the one he’d plucked from Johnny’s fingers even while he whined about Ghost always stealing his shit—and feels his heartbeat slow. It levels out like staring into the scope of a rifle, the molecules of his breath melding with the molecules of the air until even the sound of his heartbeat dulls to the insects around him. 

Johnny purses his lips. “…Wasn’t sure then. Am now.”

“Cunt’s a cunt. What’s there to be sure about?”

“No.” Johnny shakes his head vehemently. “She’s no’ like that. She’s special—I’m telling ye, Lt—” he stresses when Ghost snorts, the sound thick with scepticism, “—she’s a good egg. Smart one. Sweet as pie.”

Sweet as pie. Mutt half-shares his thoughts these days. They must have brought more home than just shellshock and keloids. 

Johnny squawks when Ghost unlocks his phone and thumbs through his photos, trying to wrench it out of Ghost’s hand to no avail. He’s easy to hold back. All he has to do is put down his beer for a second and get a handful of hair and jerk, and there it is. Peace and quiet. A wince bleeding into his peripheral vision while Johnny mumbles something under his breath about him being a mean bastard. 

He snorts again. Even from Johnny, he’s heard worse. 

There isn’t much left of him these days. A tired husk and a taste for Guinness. He bleeds and shaves and wipes it off, smells the viscera still staining his mask that he hardly ever washes, can’t bear to honestly. Waste of fucking time, as far as he’s concerned. Just going to get dirtied again, soaked in blood again within the week. Shaves his head too just to have less to deal with, less to distract him from the single-minded intensity he brings to the job. He’d dematerialize if he could, become a ghost in name and shape, if only the laws of physics allowed. 

Instead he’s saddled with a body that echoes back his age in creaking joints and low back pain. Scar tissue that aches when it gets cold. 

In the months he’s known Johnny, he’s never let himself think about the world outside their bubble. His rank demands a certain level of socialising, and while he doesn’t schmooze with the brass like other lieutenants might, Ghost hardly has the privilege of isolating himself all the time, but still he can count the people he considers close on one hand. 

Not family, but close. The thought of family is sheathed within him; he knows to leave the knife in lest he bleed. Still, Johnny’s fought his way onto the list and now he has to pay with his pound of flesh. 

There’s a switch that’s been off for years, closer to a couple decades, and it flips back on when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes. It twists something in his chest. It turns him into a thing that says maybe it’s better to take than just covet. 

There are other photos of the girl in Johnny’s phone, some likely not meant for present company (Johnny flushes red when Ghost flips to a picture of his bird in a pretty little number, lace cupping her tits and ass, sitting on Johnny’s bed back home and looking back at him over her shoulder with a little grin). Still, it interests him to see this side of his boy; he’s maybe thought of it before in abstract terms. He knows that Johnny’s no stranger to a wandering eye, not with the way he’s built and his pretty boy face. He’s well acquainted with Johnny’s dick, hard not to be in such close quarters; it’s a nice, pretty thing, just like him, a good handful. Nothing like the ruddy battering ram in between Ghost’s legs. The one Johnny once got a glimpse of in the showers after a two week long stint in Kyrgyzstan and paled, mouth gaping open while he stared until he could finally laugh it off. 

Ghost remembers thinking detachedly about how lovely that little gaped open mouth would feel around his cock. 

Surprising that it took this long for him to cotton on to his own desires. 

“Bring ‘er around then. I’ll see for myself how sweet she is.”

Johnny scowls at the sudden uproar from a nearby table. “No’ a chance in hell. Dinnae trust any of these fuckers to behave around her.”

Ghost hums. He’s not wrong to be wary; under the table, Ghost runs a hand over his bulge and gives it a squeeze, lifting his thigh to readjust. She has a lovely mouth too. 

He’s been breathing fire and brimstone recently. Hungering to hear something break. It takes Johnny’s hand on his arm to hold him back, every cigarette puffed down to the filter. The pictures on Johnny’s phone make it seem easy though. 

Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately, preening at every opportunity to show her off. He doesn’t know that it takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost’s brain to file the girl in Johnny’s phone under mine, slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn’t that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny. 

He hands Johnny back the phone, face down. “You get one week. Then I wanna meet your bird.”

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghoap x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #ghoap x you

[evilminji]

( o.o) okay... so...

I am loosely basing this of how one of my OCs powers work? But... can Overgrowth make ANY plant? Past, present, future? Possible, probable, hypothetical? ANY any plant?

I ask this, because Humans? NOT born from a plant.

Buuuuuut they COULD be.

Of course they could. The plant would be a dead end. Unable to reproduce or cultivate without humanity. Just? The most costly, ungainly, unnatural plant imaginable.

Which is WHY it doesn't exsist. Why it will never exist.

But COULD it? Oh easily. Child's play. There are countless billions of billions of plants that COULD exsist. From benevolent to world ending. But why would Overgrowth give a shit? Why MAKE such pointless things?

Well... Sam wants a kid.

Full stop.

She wants a kid and is NOT about to do that whole "risk her life and irreversibly change her body with child creation" thing. So? How does one have a child with two fathers, one mother, who was not carried to term inside said mother? A surrogate perhaps?

Naaaaah.

No, no. It's time to get the machete and go Bully God(tm). Specifically THAT God, over there. The plant one. Give her the nonexistent child creating plant or Snippy Snippy, Overgrowth, you fuck!

Sam. Sam, please. Begs her beloved husband's. But until THEY can carry Child, they can shut up and help menace a Deity. Dani, her beloved S-I-L who's just here for adorable future munchkins and general Chaos, agrees. Square up, boys.

She obviously, gets her plant.

It's an abomination.

Just? THE nightmare of a tree. Oozy tar like bark, sickly appearance, bone colored needle like leaves. Single, giant, blood red "fruit". They have to feed it ectoplasm, their own blood, and basicly everything to make a body. Meaning flesh, bones, blood, nutrients and minerals.

Proper horror movie.

Sam? Fucking LOVES her Baby Tree. It's name is Mortica.

Now, OBVIOUSLY, everyone in Amity? Knows to mind their Business by now. The Fenton-Foely-Manson throuple or what ever order they've decided on today, are both terrifying and willing to throw down. Fenton is Phantom. Manson is Samantha Manson. Their husband will laugh at you instead of help. Not worth it.

But OUTSIDERS? Tourists passing through and cousins come to visit?

They see a huge, fuck off, nightmare tree straight out of Poison Ivy's fever dreams. Do the reasonable thing. Call the Justice League Help Line.

So NOW JLA Dark is sitting Very Nervously, in this terrifying throuples home. Trying to ask HOW they got the Tree. Trying to ignore that one of them is a ghost of incredible power, the other an Avatar of the Green, and this nice man is just? Cool with having a nightmare tree baby? Yeah. Of course.

Just... just please tell them if it's gonna eat people. Yes or no.

@nerdpoe @hypewinter @ailithnight @hdgnj @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #tree baby au #sam and her Concerning Nightmare Tree #named after her favorite Addams #they got a nursery all ready and everything

[peachesofteal]

Dead Disco / Chapter 7

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. Brief suggestive content. Angst, anxiety, self loathing, relationship issues. Darling is her own tag/warning. Panic attack, eating related issues, fainting. Emotional hurt/comfort, fluff. Established throuple. It's better when they're here.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

Kyle grins in response, and then pulls you in for a hug. His face is full mirth, his cheer warming you from the inside, and you embrace him in return. 

“’bout time they bring you out here. No reason to hide you away all this time.” Something nervous, a light giggle, slips out from between your lips, your eyes rolling in an exaggerated fashion. Johnny's hand flexes against the base of your spine. 

“Gaz.” Simon sighs, and he barks out a laugh before turning back to you. 

“Try not to let these two bore ya to death.” He whispers, before giving them both a nod and ducking down the hall. He makes absolutely no noise, feet silent against the floor, practically disappearing before your eyes, shadow here then gone, presence felt, and then void, all at once.

“He’s nice.” You look up at the two of them. Johnny chuckles, amusement scrawling across his lips and cheeks as he wraps his arm around your waist. 

“Don’t let him fool ye.” He quips and you frown, confused.

“Gaz is… very, very good at his job. One of the best there is, I’d say.” Simon explains gently, and then your stomach sours, because you remember.

What they do. What their jobs are. Why you’re even here in the first place. You’ve never asked for in-depth detail or explanations, but you’ve heard enough, know enough, to know.

He turns the lock and pushes their door open, giving you a view into their room, a short hall that expands out to something that looks like a college dorm, except maybe a bit bigger. It’s got all the similarities though, cinderblocks and an old, tiled floor, singular window and a bit of an odd smell.

“So, this is your room?”

“Aye. We’ve got a big bed, mostly thanks to Si, and a little more space than everyone else on this floor but, this is it.” It’s sparse too, no pictures or personal items, nothing that looks like or resembles them except…

There’s a bulletin board, hanging on the wall above the bed. It’s empty, save for one thing, a photo that’s been stapled to the cork.

It’s of you, this photo, you under a white sheet, smiling at Simon, who’s behind the camera, with just the shadow of Johnny’s hand along your upper arm. It was taken last year, you can tell, because you recognize the style of your hair from that time, and you stand there for too long, staring at it, mouth partially hanging open, breath held in your lungs.

Nothing in this room that reflects them, or their home, or each other… nothing. Except for a photo of you. 

“Darling?” Simon murmurs, and his chest presses against your back, thumb and forefinger stroking along the back of your neck. “You alright?”

“Y-yeah. I… I’m alright.”

“So, like… what is that you guys do?” The question lands to a silent reception, both of them exchanging looks in front of you, almost like you’re not even in the room. You feel awkward, and self-conscious, while they seem to have a silent debate with their eyes.

“We’re in multi-national special ops unit.” Johnny provides, and your eyebrows crease as you process. A what? A multi-national what? You laugh, until you realize their faces are deadly serious.

Wait. Are these guys in the fucking military? 

“Special ops, like… the military special ops?”

“Kind of.”

Oh. 

Fuck. Your cheeks feel hot, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the topic you’ve stumbled upon, but you swallow loudly as you process it. 

You’re not exactly a huge fan of the military. Not like you really know anything about it, just that most of the wars your own country has been involved in for the last twenty years revolve around oil and imperialism, and all the dudes who serve are abusive and predatory. Assholes. Creeps. 

Or at least, that’s what it’s like where you’re from. 

“She didn’t like that.” Simon murmurs from behind the mask, and Johnny grimaces. 

“Alright?” He hums and a small noise gets stuck in your throat, like you want to say yes, want to say no, like you’re not sure what you want. “We travel a lot, for work. So, we’re not always around… that’s where we’ve been the last few weeks. Working.” The words make your heart skip a beat, and you nod, still processing.

Not always around… not always around. 

So they really aren’t planning on making this a thing, then. The thought stings with bitterness against your tongue, and you shove it away. 

 When you don’t say anything in response, Johnny sighs, and reaches for your hand, fingers curled against your palm in your lap. “How did we get on this subject anyway? We’re supposed to be havin’ some fun.” He smiles, big and warm, sending butterflies spiraling through your stomach and up your spine. 

Simon’s gaze never strays from your face, and his brow furrows, like he’s reading you, or piecing you together. The scrutiny makes you shiver. 

Why are you worrying about it? This is only like the third time seeing them, anyway. You’re getting too attached. You’re getting ahead of yourself. You’re just having fun. That’s all it is. 

“Right.” You quip, and then pull your drink towards you before rising from the chair. Your skirt is short, and you realize it’s probably too short when you see Simon’s jaw grinding behind the mask as you turn your body, edge of the fabric brushing against the back of your thighs. His gaze is heavy, it’s hot, and you remember the image of him looking up from between your legs the other night, lower half of his face buried in your cunt, still hidden from view without the scrap of fabric. “So… should we get another round then?” You hold your empty drink, ice clinking against the glass, and Johnny chuckles before standing in front of you, a hand on covetously laying on your waist as his lips brush your cheek. 

“’ll get them, love. You sit.”  

The bed is very, very warm. You don’t even need the duvet and sheet that you have pulled around your shoulders, your hips, but you snuggle down into them farther, breathing in the scent of Johnny’s shampoo, of Simon’s skin.

It all whirs around you in some soft, soothing scented lullaby, and you allow yourself the indulgence, closing your eyes again even though you’ve only just woken from the nap that you slipped into when they left for a meeting.

You’ve managed to trap their body heat beneath the blankets, and you wiggle around until you’re facing the other side, staring at the bulletin board, your own face frozen in time staring back at you.

You look different. You look like you’re in a haze of contented bliss, a peaceful state of happiness, safe and secure, tucked between the two of them without a care in the world.

Why did it change? Who changed it? When? How? 

The questions echo as you piece through the last few months in your mind, trying to place where the original seeds of darkness sprouted from, to find where the murky thoughts and feelings really came from, their roots, their birth.

This process, this seeking, makes your hands shake against the sheets. It makes your legs twitch, feet rubbing against each other while your chest tightens. Dread, panic, shame, all twist and turn through your mind, pinpointing your weaknesses and failures, exposing you to yourself like the fool you are.

They’re trying. Are you? 

You don’t need the answers, not truly. You know where the blame lies. You know what happened. You know the part you played; you know the parts the guys played.

You stare at the wall and try to count the patterns in the concrete, willing your brain to focus, willing yourself to pull up, pull out, put your head on straight. The sound of blood rushing in your ears is deafening, loud enough that you think someone may hear it down the hall. May hear you, succumbing to yourself.

It feels like drowning.

They could pull you out. Simon could fix it. They could make it better. 

But would they? Could he, now? When nothing is the same? 

The memory from leaving the hotel ripples across your heart like a familiar melody, acid burning in your calves as you blink and shudder.

Simon, holding your nape, Johnny, holding you to him in the elevator, in the car.

“Stay with us darling. Stay here. With us.”

You wonder if it will ever be the same again.

You hate this one as much as the last. 

Your mouth pulls into a frown, hands resting on your hips as you stare at the canvas in front of you, rotating your head from left to right, like that will make you see it better. Like that will bring it into focus. 

The colors are wrong. They don’t harmonize, they don’t crest and swell together like you had envisioned. They don’t blend in a cacophony of floral silhouettes like you saw in your mind. 

Instead, they look like a storming sea. Darker hues overpowering the light, like thunder through daybreak. 

Maybe you could fix it? Or maybe, you should just abandon this technique. Maybe you could-

There’s a knock at your door. 

It’s not light, or gentle, but firm, ringing out in rapid succession and you jerk. 

Who could that be? You’re not expecting anyone until- 

Oh. Oh no. Oh god. Oh no, no no. 

Your eyes dart frantically around the art room before you're shoving the two brushes from your hands into a tray and tripping out into your living room. 

“Oh my god.” You gulp out loud to no one but yourself, the person who has spent the last three, possibly four days in a haze, a painting binge, trying to escape the stress of your job, of life, of this… thing that’s going on with Simon and Johnny.

Trying to escape yourself. Your thoughts. Your feelings. 

Your flat expresses it well. You think, possibly, it could appear like it had been ransacked. Your clothes are everywhere. Draped over your tiny loveseat couch, shoved between cushions and pillows. Two-day old toast sits on your kitchen counter, accompanying two, three, four coffee mugs that are filled with varying levels of liquid. Your uneaten dinner from last night sits on a plate next to the trash can, your oats from the other morning sit cold in the sink. 

A prescription bottle that hasn’t been touched in four days, lurks on the kitchen counter with a handwritten note taped beneath it: 

“You HAVE to, or you’ll regret it.” 

Another knock sounds at your door, thumping followed by the sound of your phone vibrating next to the stove.

Your left sock has a swipe of chartreuse across it. Your overalls are tacky with dried paint. You can vaguely feel your hands touching your hair, your neck, hovering above where your heart hammers. 

You can’t let them see you like this. 

They’ve never seen you like this. 

This is supposed to be light. It’s fun. It’s… not real. They’re not with you. They cannot see. 

You take a deep breath. 

Maybe you can pass it off. You can… say you’re sorry for the mess, that you’re sorting through things for donation. And you don’t have to lie about painting. That will explain the clothes. 

You take a breath, and then open the door to find Johnny on the other side, happily smiling at you, mohawk shining in the light of the hall. He looks you up and down briefly, and you freeze, waiting. 

Waiting for him to say something nasty, something hurtful. Waiting for him to reprimand you for failing, to accuse you of being useless, helpless. Waiting for him to tell you he doesn’t have time to deal with this. That you should be better, do a better job of taking care of yourself. 

“- and he’ll just be a minute, but we’re so excited, been thinkin’ about ye all week. We had such a good time before we left, really loved sharing those days with you.” What? You blink. He cocks his head. “Love? Y’alright?” 

“Yeah.” You answer, voice monotone. Somewhere, trapped beneath layers and layers of the worst pieces, you’re screaming. You’re aching. You’re desperate. 

“This all paint?” He motions to the splatters and stains, and you nod robotically. “I remember, you mentioned that last time… that you paint. I uh, draw sometimes.” Of course, he draws. Because he’s beautiful, and perfect. He rubs his neck almost sheepishly before raising an eyebrow at you. 

Oh. Right. 

“D-do you… want to come in?” You offer it meekly. Please say no. say no, say you’ll wait out in there, say you don’t want to. 

“Sure, thanks.” Fuck. He steps by you as you motion, brushing against you closely, close enough that the butterflies flutter and you can feel the heat of him. “This is cozy, yeah?” He gestures to your flat from the kitchen, and you nod again. On autopilot.

All you can see is the food, untouched, uneaten. Evidence of your struggle. A water bottle that’s full to brim. The coffee cups, that you couldn’t even bring yourself to wash. All you can feel is your own skin, dry around your mouth, your nose, and oily everywhere else, your dirty clothes heavy against your body. You can feel your teeth, your tongue, unbrushed, unclean in your mouth, jaw clicking while your grind your molars. 

You shouldn’t have let him in. He’s going to see. He’s going to hate you. Hate this. 

The room spins. 

“Hey,” There’s a hand, on your arm. It’s big and soft, and sweet and you blink again. “Darling.” There it is. That pet name. That nick name. That name that’s quickly becoming your own. The one that makes you feel warm, safe, cherished. The one that makes you feel like this is something more. 

You hate it. 

You love it. 

“What is it?” Johnny’s handsome face peers down at you, concern worrying across his brow. 

“N-nothing.” You try to lead him off, but your breathing stutters through your nose, and he looks alarmed. 

There’s a new knock at your door, heavy and quick, and you both turn to look just as Simon is filling the door frame, half of his face hidden with the black mask that he always wears. 

He watches you. Like a predator. His eyes flick from you, to Johnny, to the kitchen… the living room. 

It's like there’s a train sitting on your chest.

“Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He says softly, clicking the door shut behind him. As soon as it’s secure, the mask comes off, and he’s focused on you, eyes not leaving your face, moving closer and closer until he’s upon you and Johnny, huge hand coming to hold your elbow. “What’s going on?” He murmurs, but it’s not for you. Even if it was, you cannot answer. There’s a train sitting on your chest, after all. 

“Ah dinnae ken.” Johnny answers immediately, while his palm works up and down your arm in a calming pattern. 

“Darling?” Simon cups your cheek. Ever since he showed you his face, he’s been… like this. Intuitive. Too intuitive. Too keen. Like he already knows. Like he’s been waiting. 

“I-“ you try to tell him it’s nothing. That you’re tired. All of your lies flit through your head, the stories you wanted to concoct to explain everything away but nothing comes out. Not even your breath. 

The room spins again, but this time so does your head. The floor feels like it’s tilting, or maybe it’s your feet that are off balance. You’re not sure. You feel light though, like your legs don’t even exist. Like your knees aren’t real.

“Shite.” Johnny swears, and lunges, hands darting out to catch you before the world goes black. 

“Are you asleep?” There’s a whisper, like a soft touch, against your ear. It’s enough to prickle, enough to crack a smile across your lips, and you press your face into the blankets while strong hands shift your hips.

“I dinnae, might be.” Johnny hums, stroking fingertips down your ribs. It tickles, forcing a breathy giggle from your mouth that’s met with another’s, lips moving with yours while you melt away in a pile of partners and pillows.

“How was the meeting?” You whisper. Simon cradles you to his back, warmth bleeding through his shirt to your skin, and you shimmy closer, pressing hard until you’re flush with him, Johnny watching the two of you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Standard.” Simon answers. “Thought about you the whole time.” He kisses your cheek, arm reaching for Johnny who obliges, nestling himself against your chest. You focus on them, taking long, deep breaths, keeping yourself above water, keeping the murky depths at bay, for now.

It’s better, when they’re here. It’s always better, when you’re together.

“Thinkin’ about ye asleep in our bed, bare cunt on our sheets enough to drive me mad.” Johnny groans, fingers skating across your hip bone. You’re not wearing underwear, just a giant sweatshirt, one of theirs, though you’re not sure who’s.

Lust roars to life between your legs, desire, want, has you clenching, but you try shove it away.

It’s too much, too soon. You’re too… off center. You’ll lose yourself. 

But they’re here. They’ll put you back together. Simon won’t let you fall. 

It’s not a good idea. 

You want it. You want them. Need them. 

The back and forth makes your head hurt.

“I- I’m not ready.” You blurt, and he freezes, pulling his hand free immediately but you grab onto it, desperate to have his touch, to feel him.

Guilt burns in your heart.

“Of course, darling.”

“I’m sorry… I want to I just-“

“You never have to apologize.” Simon rumbles and you shake your head.

“I know but, I feel bad. Guilty.”

“Look at me.” He urges, and you shift, all while clutching Johnny’s hand in yours. “We love you. There is nothing for you to feel guilty about. We will be here when you are ready, but there’s no rush.” He strokes a thumb across your cheek, and you lean into it, eyes slipping closed. “I think I’d be more worried if you were ready to jump right into sex, after everything.” Johnny hums his agreement and presses a warm kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s take a nap then?” He suggests, and you pull his arm to your chest, rocking between the two of them until you’re effectively sandwiched, comfortable, and secure, just the way you like it.

The way you dream about it.

The way you can only hope it might be, from now until forever.

#peaches writes #dead disco #ghost x reader x soap #ghost x soap x reader #soap x reader x ghost #soap x ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley

[ghouljams]

idk why but just imagining soap taking care of love when ghosts not around- maybe she got too drunk out at night with some friends or got hurt or maybe just one her period who knows

Yes more poly Ghost/Soap/Love, the softest throuple. Ghost runs and errand and leaves Love in Soap's capable hands.

You've learned very quickly that Soap is about as close to an actual walking heater as you can get. That's not a bad thing either. Ghost is always a nice sort of cool lukewarm, so being sandwiched between them in bed almost puts you at an equilibrium, and when your hands are cold you can just stick them under Soap's shirt. Seeing him yelp and flinch away from the chill is pretty funny too. Soap's internal furnace is especially helpful when it comes to aches and pains, something you are taking full advantage of.

Soap rubs his hand over your stomach, pressing just below your belly button as you lay over his lap on the couch. You're cramping hard. You've already thrown up once today because of it and you spooked Simon bad enough for him to willingly go to the pharmacy. You give a quiet pained hum as Soap pushes a little more firmly, the heat helps, the pressure helps, honestly you think death might help.

"No tears, come on sweetheart," Soap mumbles, thumb soothing gentle circles against your skin. You're doing your best.

"Can't you just magic the pain away?" You whine. Simon did it once. It was blissful.

"What, so I can feel it? Pain's gotta go somewhere, lass, and I'm not putting Ghost through it." Ah. That explains why Simon didn't offer again. Babies both of them. Who are you kidding, you're a baby. This sucks.

"At least get me a blanket then," you grumble. Soap rolls his eyes with a smile.

"Got a better idea, let's just..."

Soap twists on the couch and hitches your legs up around his waist before he settles comfortably(flops, he flops) on top of you. It feels like all the air has been forced out of your lungs, he's heavy and you're moderately crushed, but you're used to it; Simon does this all the time. He's so warm. A weighted heated blanket compressing you exactly where you need it. Soap's lips drag along your jaw absentmindedly, letting you get settled and comfortable under him.

"Better?" He asks, his teeth just scraping your skin. You nod, careful not to headbutt him as you melt against the couch. Your arms are tight around his shoulders, holding him close as he takes his time sucking bruises along your bared throat. "Best part," he rocks his hips against yours, and the breath the catches in your throat is plenty distraction from your cramps. You hadn't even considered that.

When Ghost gets home you and Soap are passed out on the couch. Tangled together in a way he finds probably more endearing than he rightly should. It's cute seeing how tightly you hold onto Soap, the way he presses his face against your neck, the soft sleeping breaths you share. Ghost settles a small brown paper bag on the kitchen counter and goes to put the kettle on.

He scoops a spoon of the floral mixture from the bag into your preferred mug and switches the kettle off before it can wake you up. Best to let you sleep while you can, he knows its been sparing these last few nights. Hopefully this will help. Painkillers are all well and good but with how bad your pain fucked him up? You need some magical intervention.

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #fae au #1fae1 #x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #x oc #oc: love #featuring my least favorite part of the month #love cant be strong and fiery all the time sometimes she gets knocked down #by something other than the fae lol #anyone else ever get sent to the hospital bevause of their period? just me? damn #sick fic #tw periods #fae!soap #fae!ghost

[fandomnerd9602]

Special Attention

Wandanat x Male Reader (Modern AU)

It wasn’t that you meant to. It just kind of happened. Natasha was beginning to feel left out a little.

It all began a month ago when you and Wanda began the prep work for the birth of the twins. Natasha tried to help out as best as she could for Wanda but the time assembling the cribs and hearing how ecstatic Wanda was for her boys, it all made Natasha feel depressed.

Make no mistake, Natasha wasn’t bitter. She was so happy that Wanda got to be a mother. It was just that Nat was beginning to feel like a third or maybe fifth wheel in this relationship. These feelings of inadequacy built and boiled over the month.

You and Wanda took notice and formed a little plan to cheer up your shared loved one.

The plan came to a head that night. Natasha walked into her home to find her favorite Bond movie playing on the TV. She could smell the faint aroma of her favorite dish on the stove.

“What’s this?” Natasha asked as you and Wanda came in from the kitchen.

“A little surprise,” you shrug

“For our detka” Wanda finished with a smile. “Dinner will be ready shortly. You go up and take a nice shower”

Wanda was already getting used to the motherly like commands. She loved giving them every chance she could.

You gave Natasha a little kiss on the nose and sent her upstairs.

Natasha went up to find that you and Wanda had put together a miniature spa in the master bathroom. Little scents and shampoos decorated the space. Natasha couldn’t help but smile.

She understood what was going on. She never felt more loved.

She came down half an hour later, feeling refreshed and revived. The sight that greeted her was a candle lit dinner for two.

“Why is there only two plates?” She asked. Wanda was already heading to the door.

“Pietro wanted to see me so I’ll be back in the morning,” Wanda gave Natasha a hug and a little wink, “good luck.”

Natasha couldn’t help but blush. She had some alone time with you.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, Nat,” you wrap her in a hug, “ I never want you to feel left out or anything”

“It’s okay… the boys are due in a few months and-“ she tried to make up an excuse but she found tears coming to her eyes.

Your thumbs brush away the tears as you pepper her lips with kisses. “I missed you,” you whispered against her lips.

“I missed you, moya lyubov” she grabs you and pulls you into a fiery kiss. Little moments she wanted desperately for the last month, the embers in her heart roaring into a fire.

Her hands moved to your cltohes, tugging at them.

“Natasha” you moan, “the food?”

“We have a microwave,” she giggles as she fumbles with her belt, “we can reheat it.”

She guides you to the couch and gently shoves you down. She straddles you, kissing you and leaving a trail of kisses all over you. You gently pull her shirt up and off of her goddess like body.

“Mine” she whispers hungrily.

“All yours” you answer back.

Sometime later, Natasha lays in your arms purring like a contented cat. The two of you watch the rest of the spy movie on the TV as you rub reassuring circles into her spine.

“I love you,” you whisper into her red hair, “and so does Wanda.”

“I know,” she mumbles back, “thank you for this”

“And you know the boys are going to see you as their mother just as much as Wanda”

“Mmm hmm,” she nuzzles you. “I’m gonna love them just as much as her too”

This throuple you found yourself in was an unusual pairing to say the least but you love it. You love showering both women with love and adoration. Sometimes, one of them just needs her own night of special attention and affection.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat x you #black widow #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch #scarlett johansson #elizabeth olsen

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Steve: I'm Steve

Steve: This is my boyfriend Eddie.

Eddie: Why, good day sir!

Steve: This is my other boyfriend Jonathan

Jonathan: Hi

Steve: This is my and Jonathan's other boyfriend Argyle. He is also friends with benefits with Eddie.

Argyle: Fascinating outfit choice, sir

Steve: This is Jonathan's girlfriend Nancy. We are also friends with benefits

Nancy: Hello!

Steve: This is Robin. She is also Nancy's girlfriend and my platonic soulmate

Robin: Platonic with a capital P!

Steve: This is Chrissy. She is together with Robin and Nancy and Eddie also

Chrissy: Have a nice day!

Steve: This is Vickie. She is also girlfriends with Robin and Chrissy and maybe with Jonathan? I am not completely sure what's going on there to be honest

Vickie: Nice to meet you, sir!

Mr. Harrington: Was- Was that all.

Steve: Of course not! We haven't even gotten to the kids yet! This is Jonathan's younger brother Will

Will: ...hello

Steve: this is Will's boyfriend Mike

Mike: I can definitely tell that you two are related...

Steve: Don't listen to him, he is a little shit. This is Mike's ex-girlfriend El. She's in a throuple with Max and Lucas now.

Eleven: *passive aggressive stare*

Steve: This is Max. She's going steady with El but she and Lucas is more of an on and off thing. But everyone knows that she actually loves him and vice-versa but is just scared because she's let him build a home behind her walls and feels like she is too broken and messed up to deserve him.

Max: That last part was completely unnecessary. Asshole.

Steve: Ouch. This is the aforementioned Lucas. Besides El and Max he's also got an on and off thing with Mike

Lucas: Uhm. Is your face supposed to be this red, sir?

Steve: And this is Dustin.

Mr. Harrington: Dustin?

Steve: Yeah, Dustin.

Mr. Harrington: Just Dustin?

Steve: He has a long distance girlfriend

Dustin: I am regrettably straight, sir.

Steve: Dustin.

Mr. Harrington:

Mr Harrington: *explodes on the spot*

...and this is the story of how Steve defeated his deadbeat dad with the power of love

#stranger things #uff here we go #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #argyle #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #stonathan #steddie #jancy #lumax #elmax #byler #ronance #stargyle #jargyle #idk all the ship names tbh #also im a eddie is bi truther 😌

[mechaknight-98]

Masquerade

Author note: I am sorry, but Tifa Sejeong. I had this in my drafts and was going to delete it until today. Also this takes place in the same plotline as Rash revelries and a few other stories I have coming out.

Part II here

Well, this was certainly a new one. A cosplay Party was not on my bingo calendar for 2024 but here I am. Going to a cosplay party on short notice because a friend invited me. Surprisingly the first face I see is a familiar one. My friend Gallahad or Gally for short dressed in a Gilgamesh from Eternals Cosplay. I wave and he confidently smiles at me and walks over. He and Vlad are Probably the next closest to my height due to his basketball-playing father. He puts me in a friendly headlock. Gone is the timid boy I knew a few months ago instead of a confident man who stands tall.

“Danger so glad you could make it. Killer Django cosplay,” he says proudly. I nod and respond,

“Well I didn't have much time to come up with something, but it came out pretty good,” you compliment Gally’s costume, but before Galahad and I can catch up. Two exceptionally attentive and attractive ladies walk our way. “Gally who’s this? The shorter darker skin of the two girls asked

“Oh Jihyo this is Dangerfield Malcolm Baldwin Jr but we just call him Danger,” Galahad explained the girls nodded and the taller paler one addressed me

“덴가?” Sana asked Galls. Gally nodded not noticing. “He’s tall I wonder if she’ll like that. Anyways I’m Sana nice to meet you 덴가. Also love the cowboy cosplay by the way. You rock it.” The taller girl oozed charm and guile. Had I not known that she was in a throuple with Jihyo and Galahad I’d have thought she was flirting with me.

Jihyo approached me next she sized me up for a few minutes then tilted her head and stepped back pleased with what she saw. I turn back to Sana say thank you to her and ask Galahad about the party, but before I can get a word in his two girlfriends pull him away. Something about “needing to find her”

“Oh, sorry Danger gotta go. You know the drill,” Gally says. I don't but I wave him off regardless as his two girlfriends take him upstairs for God knows what. Before isolation could set in I was approached by another partygoer in a cowboy cosplay. Being an insane movie buff I recognized it as Park Do-won or (the good) from the movie “The Good The Bad and The Weird” he seemed friendly introducing himself as Max McDaniels. I smile at him as he says

“Killer Cowboy outfit what show or movie are you from?” he asks in English. I am not surprised by this being one of the few “black” people present at that party. It made sense everyone assumed I was American. I was, but it was still interesting to see the assumptions made.

“Django from Django unchained,” you say. Max’s eyes light up with elated recognition

“I love that movie!” he exclaims to me. I crack a smile.. as I do I notice his eyes narrow and his gaze focused more intensely, “So who invited you? I'm pretty good friends with the hosts so I'm curious how you got in because I haven't seen you before.” Max added. His tone was pleasant but his energy was defensive. I deduced that he was asking because he was wary of me. Which fair? A big burly black man at a party full of very wealthy and famous people could be a red flag. So I take out my phone and show him the video of a very drunk Vladimir and an equally drunk Galahad inviting me to the party over social media. Following that I showed Mr. McDaniels the string of text messages of them becoming progressively sober and still asking me to come through. The implication was a lady was dying to meet me. Being a sucker for that sort of thing I made a mad dash.

“Oh, you're the videographer and stuntman Vlad mentioned. He called you Dangerfield, but he called you Danger in these videos.” Max questions.

I nod and explain to Max that Danger is my nickname. Max nods in understanding. “I'm sorry that makes so much sense now that I hear it sorry for commenting on it.”

Max and I share a chuckle over some of the messages of their apologizing for their drunk antics. After that Max became noticeably more relaxed around me. At this point, I feel comfortable enough to joke with him.

“So I know you are “Mr. Tough as Nails paleontologist who protects his people” but I would like to point out that you do know me.”I teased. Max looked at me confused before asking “Oh really from where?”

“You’re last two paleontologist digs,” I reply

Max looks at me confused. So I wait 5 minutes then another 2 before he finally recognizes me.

“Oh my God you're our videographer… the rugby dad hat guy. You always wear your college rugby “dad” hat,” he says excitedly. I nod

“I mean I do other things besides that. Like I filmed 2 out of your last 3 seminars. I also did a minor recording and B-roll for the last two digs” I teased further. Max's eyes widen even further as his face goes red.

“You are so right my bad. You're always so professional and don't speak much. Thank you so much for all the impressive work you do. I didn't realize never knew or asked your name. I'm also not used to you not wearing a dad hat,” Max says to me. I chuckle and before the friendship can take root Max is taken by his girlfriend. A pretty little thing named walks by us, “Hey honey who is this?”

“Oh, this is Dangerfield our videographer,” Max answers

“I thought Vlad did that?” the lady asks

“No, he does photography and records collection. Danger specifically does video.” Max replies

“Oh okay. He's handsome. I think she’ll like him.” the lady responds she turns to me and says hi

“Hello Mrs Jimin” I respond. Her eyes go wide.

“You know me.” Mrs. Jimin asks.

“Well yeah, you're a famous pop star,” I reply trying to be witty but not standoffish. Mrs. Jimin smiles and then says

“Well then call me Karina. We're friends now aren't we?” she said pleasantly. I give her a thumbs up and she laughs before turning back to Max focused “Babe we still have the drinks in the car we need to get.” she says. Max nods and goes with her

As he walks away he promises to talk to me later. Karina needed help as it was a lot of drinks according to her.

I was alone again. As I stand there alone I consider leaving until a slightly sober Vladimir crashes into me this time he is already with his girlfriend Natty whom he has met once before under bizarre circumstances. I smile at the couple wearing matching vampire costumes. Having done this dance already I decided to tease them

“Hey, Vlad are you also going to talk to me for a short bit then leave with your girlfriend?” I ask teasingly. Vlad looks at me confused before saying

“No that would defeat the entire purpose of why we invited you here. There was someone we wanted you to meet.” He says matter of fact before leading me to where she was

“Oh okay,” I say as I follow them

“So Danger Vlad tells me you’re also (insert cool term for half-blood here) .” I stop in my tracks and resist the urge to grab one of my revolvers and shoot both of them right there and now. Throwing that term out in the open always left me to trouble me. So I kept my identity and powers hidden as best as possible from those I didn’t know. Vlad notices my dead stop and clenched fist, and readily begins to ameliorate the situation.

“Yo Danger it’s cool she’s one of us. She’s a daughter of Vasundharā” Vlad explains, I scowl but relax. I begin to follow the couple as Natty says how much you’ll (me) love “her” ( the girl they are setting me up with). She also mentions how she is also an ascendant. It was then that I realized that Natty doesn’t know how different ascendant culture is in America. I groan and turn to Vlad

“Yo, she’s very liberal with her identity.” Vlad nods then remembers how I feel about secrecy

“Oh don’t be a scaredy cat nothing bad is going to happen.” As soon as Vladimir said that a loud boom echoed throughout the building I rolled my eyes at him and ran to the area where I heard the noise. The space is the front door and an Oni has appeared, and he is angry. He eyes me out of the bunch and points his kanabo at me.

“You. Thief” The one says slanted. I shrug.

“You dare mock me, thief. You stole the Yomi flames.” The one growls

“Mocking would require me to care. I don’t. Also, I didn't steal anything they were given to me voluntarily.” I replied the one slammed his weapon on the ground.

“You expect me to believe that you a puny human were given the flames of our land by my queen?”

“Well not given per se but I was allowed to learn them so I could copy them later, but that explanation makes less sense so can we skip the banter and just get down to fighting? I’m already bored.” The one charged. My response was that I took out one of my revolvers quicker than a blink and shot the creature in the head. The green eldritch energy flowed through me as it created the blast for the weapon. Which in turn creates the sickened bolt that tears through the Oni’s skull. The party was dead silent. Realization hits me as I remember this wasn’t a dig site I could just talk my way out of so I decide it’s probably best to not be here anymore. I spin the revolver out of habit before holstering it. I tip my hat

“Have a good night y’all,” I say as I leave. As I was racing to the front door I bumped into another person dressed as one of my favorite video game characters. She also seemed to be on her way out. I would later find out that her friends had convinced her to meet this guy but they had left her alone to find him leaving her at the mercy of a bunch of “weirdos” (her words not mine) who made her uncomfortable so she was desperate to get out. She sees me and smiles politely before saying “Nice cosplay.” hoping I wouldn't also be a “weirdo”

I nod back then respond “You as well…wait is that Tifa?” I asked the lady as I recognized the outfit. The young lady smiles with eyes brighter than the sun

“Yeah good eye, you’re the first one to recognize it. Good job.” the girl responds with two thumbs up. She looks up at me with a smile.

“How could I not?” she's like one of my favorite characters in all of gaming”

The Tifa cosplayer smiles, “well then you have great taste then.” she says

“Me? look at you (I walk around her to get the full view) This quality is insane.” I reply hyping her up. The Tifa cosplayer smiles brightly and turns to me with a cocky smirk.

“Oh, flattery will get you everywhere. So what’s your cosplay?” The lady asks

“Oh, I’m Django. The D is silent” I say. Before taking out a revolver and spinning it around. The young lady laughs

“Like from the movie,” she asks I nod surprised. She smiles and adds “I love that movie.” I smile back dumbly admiring her taste in quality Westerns. The two of us stand awkwardly trying to figure each other out before deciding to get back to what the two of us were doing which was leaving the party. We do our awkward goodbyes and prepare to go our separate ways. as we are about to part my brain tells me if I don't ask her out now I'll never get another chance to. I take a chance. I ask if she’s hungry and knows any good food spots around here. The girl gives a hearty chuckle as she gets her car and gestures for me to get in.

We arrive at this small little fried chicken spot.

“Oh just because I’m black you assume I like fried chicken?” I say feigning offense. The lady looks at me in my face and says

“Fried Chicken is delicious I thought everyone liked it.” Her tone is flat as she stares at me confused. She then smiles and laughs making me realize she got I was joking. I joined her on laughing as well. I mean she got me fair and square after all

As I laugh I say “I can’t argue with that.” The lady smirks before saying “Good,” and we walk in.

“Oh hey Sejeong good to see you again. Your usual order I assume?” The person behind the counter says. Sejeong nods. She puts up two fingers. I'm guessing to order two of whatever her normal is (I'm assuming she never told me what the two fingers meant). I turn to the gorgeous (I forgot to mention that she is drop dead 2 gorgeous) lady and say

“Huh Sejeong like the…” and then it all clicks. I pause and get my bearings before repeating “Cool, cool, cool.” As I try not to fanboy over the megastar. Sejeong smirks and says

“Not so witty now huh?”

I pause before reflexively saying, “Hey it’s not every day you meet a K-pop megastar and go on a date with her.”

Sejeong laughs which I learned then is contagious, “Oh so this is a date?” She questions

I nod and fire back, “100% we are at a restaurant hoping to get to know each other. That’s the textbook definition of date.”

Sejeong playfully rolls her eyes laughs and says, “That's true. I’m glad I met you. My friends wanted me to meet this guy who they swore I’d love. They left me at the party to find him leaving me to deal with weirdos like you.” Sejeong says wistfully. “I should have figured their last recommendations have been okay at best” Sejeong adds

I nod and explain how I was at the party to be introduced to someone.

“Oh really what’s your name? If you say Danger or Dangerfield. I’m going to laugh.”Sejeong teases

In kind, I responded, “How did you know my name lady?” Sejeong’s eyes flickered with excitement as they widened. as she compartmented my existence in her mind. Our food arrived. After she’s done processing she asks me a simple question.

“So now that you’ve met me what do you think?” She said with a serious tone.

“Do I include Samantha and Rachel in my evaluation?” Sejeong stares at me wide-eyed. I laugh because see her trying to hide a bemused smile. Feeling a little miffed She goes to smack me but I just smile and take the hit.

“You’re lucky you’re funny.” She says. Sejeongg gestures for me to continue.

“Well, my heart tells me you’re amazing and I already have a crush on you despite knowing you personally all of (I look at my watch for added comedic value) 86 minutes. You’re witty, fun to be around, gorgeous, and overall a great time.” Seeing smiles blushes but then says

“What does your head say?” as she speaks her eyes narrow gauging my response. I decide to have fun with it.

“That’s less glowing. It's telling me that it would never work.“Dude, she’s a superstar what would she ever want from a guy like you? She just likes the attention.” is what my head says.” I respond

Sejeong nods and then asks, “So which will you listen to more?” I pause and respond

“If history is any guide then my heart, but I don’t know guess I’ll have to wait and see. I mean I’m open to anything from a one-night stand to a 100-year relationship. The only thing is it’s a two-person job.” Sejeong nods then says

“well I'm not looking for a one-night stand but I'm also not looking for a relationship right now, but you're pretty cool and I like your humorous honesty.” I smile and thank her. The food arrives. I pray before I eat which Sejeong comments on, “Oh a church boy.” Her tone is seductive and flirtatious but my brain automatically jumps to oh it’s a dealbreaker for her

“Is there something wrong with me being religious?” Momo shakes her head but then clarifies, “That depends on you. You’re not one of those weird religious people right?”

“I believe we have established I’m weird and a Christian so you are going to be a bit more specific as to what you mean by that.” Sejeonf laughs and does the sexiest eye roll I have ever seen.

“Ugh, I hate you.” She groans, “But you are correct. What I mean is the type that uses their religion as a weapon against others.” I shake my head before explaining to her the following

“The only thing I battle with are revolvers wits and the grit of a honey badger, and the occasional staff but that’s when I have to get serious. Also, I only really fight when I have to do am training which is a lot” Sejeong laughs at my statement and then says,

“Well then you should be fine, but it was kind of annoying how you asked that question about “weird Christians.” She teased with an adorable pout.

I chuckle and say, “Sorry that’s my A.U.H.D. talking. I should have figured out what you meant.”

“No you’re fine I should have figured you would be weird and very precise with your language since you are good friends with Vladimir” she relents. I smile and we begin eating. At one point I feel a hand slip in mine. I look up to see her giving me the brightest smile. I smile back “How is it?” She asks. Based on the way she’s holding my hand I can tell she’s nervous so I tell her I like it and that’s my final word. Sejeong rolls her eyes and then smiles again as we continue eating. After we finished she asked me how long I was in Korea and I explained to her a while due to working with Vlad, Max, and Gally.

“Oh okay, so another week?” Sejeong asked. I nodded but counteracted with

“However if something comes up that’s worth the time I’ll stay,” I responded Sejeong chuckled

“Oh, and I’m supposed to convince you?” She said in a challenging tone

“I mean you can if you want to this was mostly an economic choice.” I teased back. Sejeong smiled. As we were finishing up a guy approached us. He had blonde hair and storm-grey eyes.

“Aye Collector.” He said menacingly in English. I turn slowly to the young man. I gesture for Sejeong to get behind me but she stands by my side. I see her ready a knife that I hadn't seen earlier

“ People don't usually call me that with the intention of peace. So I am going to ask are you here to kill me?”

“I don't have to kill you just return what you stole?” the young man said

“And what did I steal?” I asked curious

“Don't play dumb you know I'm after Death’s draw.” the man said confidently

“Yeah, I don't have that. All my stuff are cheap copies.” I replied

“You expect me to believe that especially given your reputation?” the man asked taking out an arching javelin.

“I guess a demonstration is in order then sadly,” I reply. I turn to Sejeong, “I'll handle this .” I say to her. She shakes her head and stands in front of me.

“Look I'd appreciate it if you do not attack my friend. I know he looks scary but he's a sweetheart,” she says sweetly

“A sweetheart who turned an outer being into a divine Treasure.” the young man says skeptically. Sejeong looks at me with surprise as I nod to confirm the story.

“Look dude my Ascendant Ability is called the “A Reveler’s tool kit, is often expansive.” A major part of it allows me to emulate other divine treasures and arts.” I explain, but the man only grew more aggressive. He pointed his javelin at me and in a flash, I shoulder-charged him back to Long Island. Sejeong eyed me intrigued

“How did you do that?” she asked

“I used Lugh’s Long Lunge and made it nonlethal.” Sejeong eyed me and then said, “Tell me everything”

In her car, the first thing Sejeong asked about was my Ascendant status,

“So what type of Ascendant are you; Direct, Legacy, Trance, adopted, or avatar?” she asked excitedly I squinted as before I never really considered it.

“Hybrid I guess,” I answered.

“Interesting, wait how?”

“Um, would it be a bad time to explain that I was never exposed to “proper Ascendant” procedures due to my Christian upbringing, and am only now coming to a fully developed understanding of it?” I asked. Sejeong stopped in her tracks and looked at me then began laughing. I sat in awkward silence for a moment then. She turned and smiled at me.

“That's okay,” Sejeong said with a gracious smile. “It's just I have heard stories of Ascendants reaching adulthood and then becoming claimed and I always wondered what that looked like. Now I know and honestly it's pretty funny.” Sejeong smiled as she spoke. I turned back to her

“So you're also an Ascendant?” I ask. Sejeong nods then replies

“I am a direct one and my parent is Seokga.”

“Oh that's super cool tell me more.” I say

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #tifa lockhart #kim sejeong #ioi sejeong #sejeong #ffviir

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

.⋆｡Her Poor Cat｡⋆.

Daryl x plus size reader x Rick

Obviously the Alexandrians were pretty vanilla

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and smut, bit of a crack fic, humour, fluff

WC: 900

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The welcome party was an interesting touch to the new-comers. It was so weirdly reminiscent of the old world with the nice clothes and good food and alcohol but at the same time, many in the room carried that haunted look in their eyes from the hell just outside the walls. But the food was fresh and the company was pleasant enough.

Carl had scrambled off a couple minutes ago, presumably to try and sneak some whiskey behind his father’s back, leaving you alone with a sleepy Judith perched on your wide hip. Her chunky hand tightly clutched at your shirt as her big blue eyes fluttered.

“Mama.” She muttered, nuzzling further into your hold. You gently cupped the back of her head and began to sway softly. 

“We’ll leave soon, just need to find your dads and make sure they don’t get into any trouble.” Your eyes skipped over the crowd but you were quickly stopped by someone coming up beside you.

“It’s so good to see healthy children during these times.” Deanna seemed less focused on you and more on the now half-asleep child in your arms, which you were incredibly grateful for considering that your poker face wasn’t as good as it used to be and she legitimately freaked you out.

Judith grumbled as you hitched her higher on your hip. “Judy is an easy baby, pretty much eats anything that gets put in front of her.” You chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You and Rick must be very proud of your kids.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, it’s not-“

A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were tugged back into their hard stomach. The scent of cigarettes and motor oil filled your senses as Daryl’s lips brushed against your earlobe. You watched as Deanna went pale, obviously coming to her own conclusion about your relationship with the archer.

“I-I didn’t realise, given how affectionate you are with the kids, I thought Rick was your partner.” You could feel Daryl’s broad chest rumble with discontent.

“So what if he is?” The noise from the party faded away to a faint whisper as all eyes turned to you. Internally, you groaned, vowing to get some sort of revenge on your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry?” Deanna seemed genuinely confused but you knew that whatever was about to come out of Daryl’s mouth would not serve to lessen that feeling.

With your free hand, you dug your fingers into his hip, urging him to shut the hell up but like always, Daryl refused to listen. “So what if we’re both fucking her?”

And there it was. Your body sagged with embarrassment as heat raced up your neck, blooming across your cheeks. “You fucking asshole.” Your group all seemed to be holding back their laughter as the Alexandrians were suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. You heard Carl groan loudly from somewhere behind you. “Not again.”

“Both of them?” Spencer materialised beside his mother, jaw practically on the floor. “At the same time?”

Just as Daryl’s mouth opened once more to very rudely answer the mayor’s son, Rick’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. His grip was light enough to appear friendly but the way his fingers curled into his collarbone kept the other man silent. “What Daryl meant to say is that we are all in a relationship together.”

You then made the mistake of making eye contact with Maggie and Carol who both seemed to be on the edge of suffocation as they desperately tried to stop giggling. You glared at the women and got back a rather rude gesture from Carol that restarted their laughter anew.

“I think I need to get Judy to bed.” You tried to pull away from Daryl’s grip but the stubborn man he was, he just held you tighter.

“How does that work?” The question came from a woman towards the back. You could practically feel Rick’s smirk as he cleared his throat but very quickly, another woman decided to answer for him.

“Obviously they take turns.” A murmur of agreement filled the room followed by- “Oh her poor vagina.” This makes Glenn snort into his drink.

With a horrified look on her face, Deanna spoke again. “This is highly inappropriate.” Yet no one seemed to hear her because someone else piped up.

“I can’t believe that she isn’t pregnant all the time.”

“I think that’s enough of that! Thank you all for the wonderful party, but we really should be going now.” Your voice boomed, starling Judith awake but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Daryl went easily enough as your fingers clamped down on his wrist and you pulled him along, although there was a prideful smile on his lips.

But Rick had other ideas. “It’s not like we don’t try every chance we get.” Faster than you thought you were capable of, you dropped Daryl’s hand and your arm darted out, grabbing Rick’s ear with a force that made him visibly flinch.

“I said that’s enough.” You snarled and tugged him towards the front door, Daryl trailing close behind you. “Goodnight.” The door slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a room full of stunned Alexandrians and your friends who were all laughing loudly.

“Well, I guess that cleared that up.” Deanna murmured and took a long pull of her drink.

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[euphemiaamillais]

over the phone - snowjanus x roommate!reader

in which sejanus is away visiting his parents, so you and coryo call him and give him a very special show

cw: 18+//phone sex//piv sex//backshots//masturbation (m.)//threesome//throuple goals

based on this ask

while you and coryo certainly missed sejanus, you two just couldn’t help yourself when it came to one another. coryo got hard at the mere sight of you, and he’d not hesitate to take you anywhere he wanted, and at any time that pleases him. not that you had any complaints. you adored the way he lapped sloppily at your cunt, gazing up mid-ministration and watching as your lips twisted around a moan.

but when you realised that poor sejanus was all alone in freezing cold wisconsin, visiting his ma and father, you just had to include him. surely if he had to listen to his father, strabo plinth, drone on any more about munitions—sejanus was a pacifist, mind you—he deserved to watch his girl get absolutely pounded by his boy.

when you broached the subject to coryo, he immediately scrambled to take out his phone and dial sejanus’ number—on facetime, obviously, he wasn’t going to be cruel and make him listen over the phone. he’d get the whole picture; coryo lapping at your cunt, your hand grasping at his lack of curls—you were quite sour at the fact that he’d buzzed them off recently. then, coryo’s cock pounding you as you called out for sej.

the idea was filthy, and you were both trying not to tear each others’ clothes off while you waited for sejanus to pick up. when he did, you saw his ma in the background, and she waved to you. you two looked stupid, forcing innocent grins on your face as sejanus introduced you.

‘ma, these are my roommates—well, you know coryo already, but we’ve got an extra addition,’ he smiled.

you were blushing, and glad she couldn’t see through the camera because your guilt was shining clear. you bet she had no idea her sejanus was screwing the both of you, and you’d like to keep it that way.

he excused himself to take the call, and you and coryo sighed in relief, because you could hardly wait any longer, your thighs burned with want. sejanus could see the guilty expressions on your faces, and he made sure to shut the door behind him as he entered his room.

‘what are you two up to?’ he inquired, brow cocking in suspicion.

you and coryo looked back and forth at one another, trying not to giggle. but the way you were clenching your thighs, coryo’s hand resting on one, revealed that neither of you were calling for a quick hello.

‘we thought we’d show you how much we missed you,’ you murmured, not bothering for any niceties and starting to strip off.

you revealed a tiny pair of lace panties underneath—you hadn’t even bothered to wear a bra, and sejanus let out a low breath. his cock was beginning to harden, and he sat down upon his bed. coryo smacked your ass, and you giggled, his arms lacing around your waist.

‘she misses you so much, sej,’ coryo shook his head in disbelief. ‘and she’s been so fucking needy—always getting me to eat her out, begging me to fuck her at all hours. it’s kind of hard having to fulfil the roll of two people.’

you shoved coryo playfully, sighing as he teased you.

‘weren’t you the one who was claiming to be a munch the other day, hm?’ you reminded him—he’d even considered buying a shirt that said it, though you’d cringed at the thought.

sejanus laughed, and set his phone down so you could see him beginning to palm his cock. coryo’s eyes lit up, and took it as permission to start touching you.

‘what do you want me to do to her, sej? want to watch her take my cock in her mouth, or maybe i’ll bend her over and cum all over her pretty ass? your choice…’ coryo was only being nice because it meant that either way, he got to show sejanus just how good he could make you feel.

sejanus let out a heavy sigh, mind racing at the thought of watching coryo do whatever he wanted to you. your core throbbed with impatience, begging for coryo to bury his cock inside of you, begging to be filled up.

‘i wanna see her ass,’ sej murmured, fiddling to undo his zipper.

fucking desperate—that’s what he was. he’d been so riled up all week because his father was constantly railing on about how he needed to man up. his only saving grace was his ma, but he missed you and coryo too much to enjoy his time away, even if it meant he got to taste ma’s delicious cooking.

‘yeah?’ coryo asked, taking the phone in one hand and flipping the camera around.

he pushed you onto your hands and knees against the bed, and when you were laying down, he began to rub at the smooth expanse of skin. sejanus let out a groan at the sight, wishing he could be there in person, but hey, video was enough.

‘take her panties off, coryo. i wanna see how wet she is,’ he begged. he had his cock out now, and was slowly stroking the girthy thing as he watched you two.

coryo obliged, tugging your tiny lace panties down. he let out a breathy sigh, hard cock straining against his grey sweatpants. he put the phone inches from your pussy, and used his free hand to slide a finger across your wet folds.

‘fucking hell sej,’ coryo shook his head.

‘she wet all for us?’ sejanus grunted, picking up the pace as he got himself off.

‘mhm,’ you mewled, swaying your hips a little.

the boys both couldn’t help but let out breathy groans of disbelief—that their pretty little roommate was all theirs to do whatever they wanted with. you were so submissive, you would do whatever they asked you to, and sometimes even more.

‘sej, are you gonna let coryo fuck me now? can feel his boner pressing against my ass; worried he’s gonna cum if you make him wait any longer,’ you called out.

coryo gave your ass a slap, and you giggled, rearing forth a little with the feeling of the impact. he didn’t like how much you were teasing him, making him look like a fool in front of sejanus.

‘come on coryo, wanna see you make her cum with just your cock,’ sej suggested. he stopped pumping his cock for a second, not wanting to finish before he even saw you getting your pretty pussy filled.

coryo didn’t need much more permission than that, because he pressed his cock against your slick entrance, and slid in with a grunt. he always loved this angle, the way you felt so tight against him, how you whimpered as he pounded you from behind.

he used his free hand, the one not holding the phone, to grip at your hip, strong fingers digging into the plush skin. you could feel small bruises forming, but you hardly cared. he was marking you up as a reminder of who you belonged to—him and sej.

‘fucking hell,’ coryo huffed as he began to thrust. ‘she’s so fucking tight sej. wish you could feel her right now.’

sejanus groaned over the phone, and as you heard him, though your face was pressed into the sheets, you felt your cunt clench around coryo’s cock.

‘so good,’ you whined, attempting to move a finger down to rub at your clit, aching for release.

when sejanus and coryo saw this, they were not very pleased.

‘baby, what did coryo say about touching yourself?’ sejanus berated you. though you couldn’t see his face you were sure he bore a look of displeasure.

‘bad girl,’ coryo scolded, and took one hand down against your ass.

you whimpered, and moved your hand away, bottom lip pushed forward in upset. your whole body tingled with want, and you longed for release—you needed it more than anything else, and yet you weren’t allowed to touch yourself.

‘gonna make you cum with my cock, huh?’ coryo teased, rutting against your ass.

sejanus was getting closer, balls clenching with the need for release. the sight of coryo’s cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy was sending him over the edge, the way your milky slick coated coryo’s length, how pert your ass was, pressed against coryo’s pubic bone as he drove his cock deeper into you.

‘mhm coryo,’ you moaned, feeling his big cock stretching you out. ‘so big…’

a smile flickered at coryo’s lips; he loved when you stroked his ego, but it wasn’t like you had to lie. his cock was huge, not as girthy as sej’s but it was so big that sometimes you couldn’t walk straight for days after.

‘you like that? taking my big cock in your tight pussy?’ he grunted as he thrusted, lowering the camera so sejanus could see exactly how wet you were, your juices dripping from his cock.

‘uh huh,’ you mumbled dumbly.

‘fuck coryo,’ sejanus grunted from the call. ‘can see how fucking wet she is, god.’

there was nothing but ragged breaths from him for a moment, and then he let out a guttural groan. though you couldn’t see the call, you knew he was finishing. coryo watched as sejanus’ cock spurted with cum, thick pearly ropes dribbling into his hand.

‘look at that, baby,’ coryo grunted. ‘sej is coming all for us.’

you nodded dumbly as he shoved the phone in your face, and you held it in your hands, the camera shaking as coryo’s cock fucked into you. sejanus’ heart was pounding as he watched you take coryo, your eyes rolling back in your head, core burning.

you could feel yourself getting close, coryo’s cock finding your g-spot at this new angle, and your moans grew stronger. sejanus was in disbelief over how pretty you looked, all fucked-out and mumbling over being filled by coryo’s cock.

‘gonna…’ you struggled with your words. ‘gonna cum, coryo!’

you lost all sense of words for a moment, a wave of pleasure washing over you, skin humming with warmth and want. coryo groaned at the feeling of your wetness gushing round his cock, the sound of squelching reverberating against the walls.

‘hear that, sej? fucking coming round my cock like a little whore—so wet,’ he grunted as he rutted into you.

he was getting close too, and sejanus could see how coryo’s brows furrowed as he neared his finish.

‘baby, give the phone back to coryo,’ sejanus directed, and you shakily handed it back to coryo.

‘i wanna see you cum all over her ass,’ sejanus remarked, and coryo obliged. ‘can’t bear to have you fill her up when i’m not there…’

coryo could feel you clenching from the overstimulation, and he quickly pulled out, wanting to oblige sejanus. coryo stroked his cock, but within seconds he was spilling his cum all over your ass.

‘fucking hell,’ he spat, and sejanus watched as coryo kept on coming.

‘wish you could see this baby, coryo just can’t stop… must’ve been so good for him, huh?’ sejanus cooed over the call.

exhausted and fatigued, you collapsed stomach-down against the mattress, sweat dancing across your skin. your ass was sticky and red, and coryo couldn’t help but be proud at the sight.

how lucky the two boys were, having such a pretty girl to take their cocks and do whatever they wanted. later that night, you and coryo made sure to call sejanus again, and did it all over again, though this time sejanus watched as you gagged against coryo’s big cock.

you were a very lucky girl.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Omg can u js imagine lookism characters fighting you and they end up getting their ass beat by u? Basically js encountering someone that has 10x their own strength and their reactions would be so funny😭😭😭

Have I imagined being the peak of every fandom I have participated in? Yes. Yes I have.

Meeting Lookism Peak... YOU

You are onepunchman-ing through the Lookismverse.

J High Trio

You definitely weren't siding with Logan Lee and Vin Jin (wtf) but this Daniel Park, Vasco and Zack were causing a lot of trouble and you just wanted everyone to stfu so you can get decent grades.

It got even worse when Logan and Vin flanked you and held your hand. What is this throupling? GET OFF ME.

Vasco muttered about you being a bad guy and threw the first punch. Sigh - stupid birds of a stupid feather stupidly flocking together and before long Zack and Daniel joined in.

The strongest guys in J High? Now lying in a heap in a corner. You? Not even a scratch.

You approached them with tears in your eyes: "please, I'm just trying to learn"

Johan

You've acquired 3 new pups: Eden, Miro and Johan

This motherfucker tried to steal your shoes. Who tf does that. You were just minding your own business and walking home so of course you beat his ass.

And since that day, Johan likes to follow you around in the hopes of copying some of your moves. Shame you're able to KO him so quickly he can't copy anything. He learnt his lesson after the 27th time and doesn't try to steal your shoes anymore. He still follows you in case someone else fights you and he gets to copy.

Big Deal

You're the son of Gapryong Kim? Who's that? I'm just minding my own business and got accused of stealing from this street. No I didn't! I didn't even go into that store. THIS IS MY SHIRT.

This random guy is trying to take your clothes from you..what you gonna do? There's perverts everywhere. You tried to play nice and dodge his attacks but enough is enough. You're sick of people trying to steal your clothes and just knock him unconscious with one hit.

Uhhh where is this actual place and why has he got so much back up? This is Big Deal? What are you guys saying you're a Big Deal or... Oh you're actually called Big Deal?! Lol, losers.

Great. Now you're getting attacked by this ponytail guy. Sinu? and his invisible attacks? What invisible attacks. You can see them all clearly. Stop that. It's annoying. Please just SIT. DOWN.

The person with the biggest beef would be the big bald guy though (seriously who brings their dad to a fight?!) Jerry would go absolutely feral when you knocked out Jake. He's no match but every time he saw you after you can just feel the hate radiating.

Eugene & Workers

Sorry to say but this man is boring af. He seen you beating up his 'Gun and Goo' (this will never not be funny) and tried to recruit you.

You're in school. You're not interested in fighting for no 'Workers'. Besides a 9-5 sounds unbelievably boring right now. Why would you want to work and have responsibility when you can mess around all day. Youth IS wasted on the young, this dumbass.

He'll leave you alone as long as you stay out of his way.

Gun & Goo:

These 2 would just Never. Leave. You. Alone.

They've got eyes and ears everywhere so probably heard about one of your past fights.

First they would try to fight you cos of course they would. But the fact that you're so insanely strong and stronger than them turns them from

To

The fact you are so strong? That you could no diff them? They're just literally like wtf. They have never encountered anyone like you. They didn't even know your strength and fighting skills were possible. You will never know peace again.

Gun is more diplomatic and tries to approach you whenever he can to be his successor and just wanting to know who and what you are. But ultimately he will be itching for a fight each time. You're tired of this guy ripping his clothes off and squaring up to you.

And Goo is a fucking menace. After turning down Goo once to be his secret friend, he's just waiting around every corner with a steel pipe.

Are flies constantly buzzing around not annoying? Looks like you're stuck having to beat these guys up now and then to get them to fuck off and give you some peace but they still always return.

Samuel:

Oh boy. This man and his inferiority complex. He heard Goo mention you just the once ONCE and he got all worried about his Secret Friend status.

He uses his resources to find out about you but you seemed to live a relatively normal and quiet life.

Sammy is still threatened though and goes after you with his brass knuckles. Ok first you had people stealing your shoes and clothes, now you have a third homicidal maniac coming after you. Maybe you should just move.

You feel bad when he starts to have a breakdown after you beat him up. Then that bastard tries to bite your ankles so 🤷🏻‍♀️

DG: I can tell you the secrets to your powers

You: I don't care man, fuck off

DG: jk idk anything lol

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[dirtytransmasc]

pav x hobie x gayatri content, cause I feel like this, I'm bored, I'm just putting down my thoughts as they come, this is gonna be super unorganized and random.

when they take naps together, it's typically hobie in the middle with either on top of or next to him, and it's honestly just one big pile. when they go to sleep at night, gayatri's in the middle, little spoon to pav's big spoon, with hobie big spooning the two of them from the other side, cause he's long enough. is kinda like this, (99, pav and gayatri facing the same way, and hobie facing the other way wrapped around them.

gayatri and hobie wear silver, pav wears gold.

gayatri = stars, hobie = eclipse, pav = sun

hobie isn't the jealous or possessive type (he is, casually, won't cause a scene about it and knows when he's being irrational about it), he's just protective (you keep telling yourself that bub). in short, he's defiantly a bit touchy in public, like in the way that he always has an arm over pav and gayatri's shoulders, likes when they where his clothes, kinda lurks behind them a bit. pav is a little clueless to it, he just thinks hobie likes being near them, which he does, but gayatri who is also a bit possessive over her boys, assures him that everythings fine. pav rarely gets jealous, but, when he does, particularly at hobie's shows where everyone wants a piece of him, or within his community where everyone's got little crushes on gayatri (cause who wouldn't?) its bad (within the bounds of not being toxic of course), he's quite aggressive, cause those are his partners thank you very much.

the boys chug their respect women juice and are like lovesick puppies for gayatri. like, they don't fall into icky stereotypical trope of "ones dominant and controlling of the other two" or the hierarchy trope, but if anyone had to be the designated "in control" person of the throuple, it would be her, if that makes sense. in all honesty, its just the boys being willing to do anything and everything for her, and trying to beat each other in a playful competition of who can be more of a gentleman, that just makes it seem like she's calling the shots. she plays into them, but its clear to all of them that they're all equal and equally in control of the dynamic.

only time hobie will use labels is when he's talking about his partners.

gayatri likes late night dates, just watching the stars or watching a movie, the night time has always felt like it her time, so she likes to share it with her boys.

hobie is a lovesick fool and rights songs about the two. he also just makes them little crafty things, cause he no doubt knows how to sew, so anything from clothing, little plushes, or patches, etc. cause he likes giving gifts, hates capitalism, so he makes them himself.

pavs love language is words and parallel play, like he just likes to sit and talk and talk and talk, but in such a nice way that even the least talkative of people enjoy his company.

serving their communities is also their idea of a good time, from anything like helping out at community kitchens, feeding strays, to just spending the day with family helping out.

I know hobies a family favorite, he's respectful and kids love him, so he's always welcome around pav and gayatri's family.

gayatri knows they're both spidermen and that hobies from a completely different dimension, it was really hard to hide from her.

its hard to keep secrets from her in general, the boy swear she has a spidey sense, cause even stuff like planning dates or gifts is impossible to keep under wraps, and they've tried so hard.

pav is the most "traditional" lover, playing into every trope known to man, from red roses, to fancy restaurant dates.

gayatri's not super "traditional" but doesn't mind swooning her lovers/being swooned over; hand made gifts/food, love letters, poetry, etc. she likes things that come directly from the heart. this also includes quality time where she can do her boys' mehndi or makeup, spending time cuddled up together, gossiping, cooking (I know she's a food girl, but not your typical sweet tooth person, she's more a fan of savoury things), etc.

hobie, is surprisingly kinda, in a way, "traditional" when it comes to romance; he's a very proper and respectful gentleman while also remaining very punk and against the system/binary/etc., so he takes them both out dancing, gets them both flowers and jewelry, offers his arm(s) to them when they're walking together, pulls out their chair and opens doors for them, etc. some people are shocked that he doesn't have an "odd" idea of romance, but pav and gayatri aren't at all, cause he does do other things, like take them to punk concerts, teaches them to mosh, make them part of his "band" in one way or another (honestly they're just there, looking pretty or something, they much prefer to watch), gets them into punk music, etc. he just likes the softer, more main stream ideas of romance, sue him, he hates consistency, maybe mainstream isn't all bad all the time.

they will stockpile jokes just so they can tell each other them at the end of the day. thy

hobies the best listner of all times, he just looks at them with those heavy, love dazed eyes, and plays with their hair or their hands, or just watches their expressions change, cause he's just so down bad its not even funny.

they're all the type to do the whole; points out a feature "I love this" points out another feature "and this" points out a feature the other is insecure about "and especially this" type thing.

hobie and gayatri love horror movies, and while pav is easily jumpscared, he can sit through them, he just gets annoyed by cliches, to the point that he will rage quit a movie and leave the two of them to finish it, though he does have a weakspot for slashers that play into the cliches and have some level of comedy, he enjoys those. (I hate the, "pav would be terrified of horror movies" thing, I just can't see it, he would just get mad when white people are constantly doing something stupid)

gayatri has made it a rule that even if they get checked out at the HQ's medbay, they need to come see her and get looked over/patched up after missions.

both pav and hobie are aware of the danger she's in a their lover while both of them are spiderman, and are always a little on edge, cause they know she could be either of their canon events.

thats all I got for now, but I love these three, so there will most certainly be more at some point.

#I have the hardest time writing pav and I don't know why #I feel like this centered on hobie and gayatri #I feel bad #I love him so much #I just don't know why I can't write for him #oh well #do these three have a ship name yet? #pavitr x gayatri #hobie x pavitr #pavitr my beloved #pavitr prabhakar #hobie x gayatri #gayatri singh #chaipunk #pavitr x hobie x gayatri #atsv #across the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown

[emerald-writes]

Jealousy Party

SugarDaddy!CEO!Stucky x reader

Summary: The throuple goes to a charity party where the reader aims to make her boys jealous. After watching a man hit on her for a while, the boys drag the reader off to an empty office to remind her who she belongs to.

18+ MDNI!!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings: Rough sex, Captain/Sergeant kink, Spanking, possessiveness and jealousy, Degrading names like: slut/whore, so much praise: Good girl, pretty girl, Doll, sweetheart, Dumbification, Light Choking, Unprotected P in V sex, Size difference/kink, Oral sex (M recieving), Double penetration

This is my first time writing smut! please be nice

Most of the parties you visit with your CEO boyfriends are long, boring and all about work, and future meetings. At least there is good-quality alcohol every time.

Bucky and Steve quickly got dragged off to mingle and talk to investors or whatever demanded their attention more than you. While you and your close friend/bodyguard Natasha sat at the bar. “Ugh- are they Still talking to that dumb blonde Nat?”

“Unfortunately yes, your boys don’t seem interested in talking to her. At least for this long” Natasha rolls her eyes while scanning the room, specifically your boys and some intern Sharon or whatever her name is “You want their attention? I have an idea”

Turning towards your red-haired friend you see the glimmer of mischief and grin “What kind of idea? It better be good Natty”

“The kind that gets you fucked so good, none of you even remember that intern over there” Natasha smugly smirks as she watches you think about her offer.

“I’m in, what’s the plan?” You reply and Natasha reaches over to adjust your dress, revealing more leg, and more cleavage. Making the red dress look even smaller and more scandalous. “Now, for the last part, see that man over there?” Natasha gestures over to a lone man standing by the bar. You don’t recognize him but he is quite attractive. “Go flirt with him, or make it look like you are. The boys will see and get so jealous”

“Natty- I don't think it’s a good idea! What if they get mad, or assume the worst?” You stutter, nervously wringing your hands together before Nat pats you on the back “Hey,  you don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion babe”

Taking a deep breath you down your last shot and smile at Nat “I’m gonna do it- wish me luck” before casually walking over to the brunette, bearded stranger. Sliding into a stool beside him and ordering a margarita.

“Hello there gorgeous” The man turns to you “What brings you moving a few seats down?” You see his eyes slightly look you up and down, before returning to your face.

With a blush rising to your cheeks “Well- I saw you and thought I’d come to say hi” Seeing Natasha give you a thumbs up and nod towards Steve and Bucky, who when looking over you see them watching you and the mystery man closely. “I maybe also plan to make my boyfriends jealous… I understand if you want me to just go” 

“Heh- jealousy hmm? Well, I’m Ari, what do you want me to do?” Smirking he rests a hand on your arm smiling down at you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Well Ari, we can just sit here, talk and look like we are flirting, but no actual flirting okay?” you say as you smile up at him, internally smirking as you see Steve and Bucky grip their drinks and glare daggers at Ari.

“I can do that, just uh- don't let those two boyfriends of yours kill me?” Smiling sweetly he rubs your arm gently “They look awfully upset, I hope this was worth it pretty girl”

Glancing over to where your boyfriends stood- wait no they were no longer there. Where did they go? Feeling the body heat of two people you turn on the stool to see two very angry men. “Excuse us for a bit- we and our girlfriend need a moment” Steve grits out as he lightly tugs on your arm. “Come on sweetheart”

Turning to Ari you give him a smile and a thumbs up, as both boys flank your sides and guide you out of the party.

They say nothing as they walk down a hallway into an empty office, pushing you in and locking the door, before turning and looking down at you. “Hey, boys… I can explain-”

“That’s not necessary Doll, we know exactly what you were doing” Bucky cuts you off, both men slowly walking towards you, guiding you back towards the desk. “You are a jealous little slut, you just wanted our attention, are we correct?”

Bumping into the desk, you look up at them whimpering as you feel your panties soak up your arousal that’s so obvious you are sure they can smell it. “Y-yes Sergeant… you were talking to that blonde intern for too long- It was Nat’s idea I swear! Please don’t be mad” Blushing red at your own rambling, Your men just smirk.

“It’s okay pretty girl- we aren’t mad at you” Steve coos as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, before slowly pulling it up and turning you to bend over the desk. “But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to and that we belong to you Doll” 

You feel a hand caress your hair, looking up you see Bucky in front of you with his thick veiny cock out, which makes your mouth water “So be a good girl and let us ruin your slutty body, then we will take you home and lavish you again. Sound good?”

Moaning at the thought you spread your legs for Steve, as he pulls your dress up to reveal your pantieless pussy. “Fuck- you really are a little whore? Huh, baby. Buck, she decided to not wear any panties” 

Both men groan loudly, mockingly laughing as Steve slowly rubs your clit. “Such a pretty pussy, she must have missed us hmm? So needy baby” Whimpering and whining you rut your hips back onto his fingers “Please Captain! Mmm please fuck me make me cum! Sergeant please” pouting your lips as you look up at Bucky, as he smirks down at you rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You gonna be a good girl for us? Hmm? I wanna see you go dumb on our cocks. A helpless drooling mess for us and only us!” Bucky demands as he rubs his cock along your lips. Your mouth falling open, and tongue rolling out to lick against his red tip. 

As Bucky’s cock slowly rubs against your tongue, you feel Steve prod and stretch open your pussy with his thick fingers. “Look at yea… so wet, all for your Captain and Sergeant” Deciding you are stretched open enough Steve pulls his fingers out, and offers them to Bucky who sucks your essence off of them with a moan, his eyes rolling back, exaggerating his movements for your and steve's pleasure. 

You reach up and suck on the tip of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the salty taste of precum, while wiggling your hips back onto Steve’s hard cock. “Oh- good girl~ such a naughty little one we have huh Bucky” Steve rubs your ass and slowly thrusts his cock into you. His is thinner than Bucky’s but it is longer, letting him reach each part of your pussy with each thrust. “Take it- just like that! Mm good little whore”

Moaning as Steve begins to roughly thrust into you, his hips pounding against your ass with each thrust. His movements force you forward onto Bucky’s cock, making you gag lightly as Bucky holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control your movements.

With each thrust, and degrading yet praising comment from your boys, you feel drool drip out of your mouth onto the desk below, as your brain becomes hazy and light.

Yelping as you feel a harsh spank on your ass “Aww poor thing, going dumb on us? Hmm? Did you hear what I said, baby girl?” Steve mockingly pouts as he drapes his body over yours, hips still thrusting relentlessly “I said, do you want our cum? Hmm? Or are you too fucked to answer?”

You look up at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulls out of your mouth, and looks down at you expectantly, and even Steve slows down slightly “Please, Captain! Please, sergeant! Want your cum! Need it in me- on me!” pouting your lips as you look up at bucky and glancing over your shoulder at Steve, hoping they take pity on you.

“Good girl, We will give you it don’t worry. But we wanna see you cum first alright? Cum and I'll fill your mouth with my cum alright?” Bucky says as he rubs his precum on your lips, while Steve picks up his pace, hips thrusting into you and his hand reaching down to rub your clit with firm strokes. 

It doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to break and you moan loudly as you cum on Steve’s cock, eyes rolling back as you feel Steve’s hips stutter and still as he floods your pussy with his cum. “Good girl~ open up for your Sergeant now. Make him feel good doll” Steve mutters into your ear as he rides out his pleasure.

Dropping your mouth open for Bucky he thrusts into your mouth, letting you suck and slobber his cock. “Fuck- yes! Just like that doll- gonna make me cum!” With a loud groan, he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling out to see it dribble down your chin. He smugly smirks down at you as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

Steve rounds the desk, grabbing you by the throat to kiss you passionately, licking and sucking Bucky’s cum right out of your mouth. “Mm mm delicious~ my two favourite flavours” 

Steve and Bucky help adjust your hair and dress, making you look presentable enough to walk out of the party. “Ready doll? When we get home, we will  ruin you again… then we will lavish you with a hot bath and cuddles”

Smiling up at your boyfriends, you have never been happier - or hornier - than being around them.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! <3

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #stucky x reader #ceo!bucky #ceo!steve rogers #Ceo!Stucky #stucky x reader au #steve and bucky #stucky #steve x bucky

[cosmerelists]

Top 10 Ways Shallan & Adolin might ask Kaladin out

[Previously--Shallan/Kaladin, Kaladin/Adolin, Shallan/Jasnah]

Sanderson has said that Shallan & Adolin would probably both be up for adding Kaladin to their relationship. So let’s say that Shallan & Adolin talked it over and decided that they wanted to jointly date Kaladin. Let’s rank the ways they might approach asking Kaladin out!

#10: Write a very persuasive letter 

This one was Shallan’s idea!

Shallan: This worked when I needed to convince Jasnah to take me on as a ward!

Shallan: We can point out how well the three of us would get on, how happy we’d all be, etc, etc.

Shallan: Logic! And Romance!

Adolin: Shallan...my love...he can’t read.

Adolin: Who’s going to read him that letter??

Shallan: We could...have Renarin scrawl vaguely foreboding glyphs on the wall? About, uh, dating us?

Adolin: Let’s keep brainstorming!

#9: Put the idea in his head right before he leaves for Shinovar

After all, Kaladin often needs time to mull things over for an entire book before he can make a decision. So why not ask at a time when he’ll be guaranteed to have the time and space to decide for himself?

Kaladin: Hey, Szeth, do you think it’s possible to love multiple people at once and by loved by them in turn?

Kaladin: It just feels like that’s too much good, you know?

Kaladin: Things that are too good haven’t lasted in my life.

Kaladin: But maybe it will be different, this time?

Szeth: I hear nothing but screams when I close my eyes.

Kaladin: Does your, uh, sword have any ideas?

#8: Nonstop flirting

This is how Adolin got all of his relationships before Shallan. It’s kinda a solid standby for him. But would it work on Kaladin...?

Shallan: Nice boots. Love to see them on my floor.

Kaladin: D-Don’t steal my boots again!

Adolin: Hey Kaladin, maybe you’d like to use your power to stick me somewhere. Like the bed?

Kaladin: That’s really more Lopen’s thing, but he likes walls.

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Wait, are you guys flirting with me?

Adolin: Have been for months, thanks for noticing.

#7: Go through Syl

Perhaps they could try talking to Syl first, to get her on their side. A nice, friendly entity to subtly introduce the idea of a throuple to Kaladin.

Syl: So you know how I’m articulate, beautiful, and perfect, right?

Kaladin: Uh, sure, Syl.

Syl: Well *I* just learned something that will blow your mind! Did you know that you can date two people AT ONCE?!

Kaladin: I can barely date one person at a time.

Syl: Yes, but what if they were both WAY better at dating than you?

Syl: And what if you already liked them both?

Syl: And if they allied with me, proving that they are also super smart?

Shallan (quietly, from a distance): We asked her to be subtle, right?

Adolin: Wait, wait, I want to see where this is going!

#6: Let him overhear

Sometimes Kaladin has trouble processing new & unexpected ideas, like retiring from a job that has left him barely functional or the idea that his men might one day get married. So perhaps Shallan and Adolin could “accidentally” let him overhear their plans, allowing him to learn the information in a nonthreatening manner!

Shallan: I am so happy with you, Adolin. But I do wonder if our relationship could become even richer, if it could evolve in a way that only makes us both even happier.

Adolin (immediately forgetting his lines) Y-Yes! We SHOULD date Kaladin!

Shallan: ...

Shallan: Well I suppose that works.

#5: More subtly introduce him to the idea first 

Or perhaps even the "let him ‘accidentally’ overhear” plan would be too much for Kaladin’s nerves. Perhaps it would be even better to let Kaladin get used to the idea of throuples in general first, and THEN suggest the specifics. And maybe Bridge 4 could help!

Sigzil: You know, there are cultures in which romantic relationships involve three people rather than two.

Kaladin: Huh!

Sigzil: Interesting, right?

Kaladin: Yeah, I guess so.

Sigzil (quietly): Mission accomplished. 

Kaladin: What was that?

Sigzil: N-Nothing!

#4: Just go on dates with him until he figures it out

Kaladin is a man of action. Perhaps Shallan & Adolin can just keep asking him to join them for dinner until he figures it out.

Adolin: Hey, dinner with me and Shallan tonight? My treat!

Kaladin: A-Again?! Aren’t you two tired of me being the third wheel?

Shallan: You know, three wheels are actually way more stable than two.

Kaladin: Yeah, fine, but we’re talking about dating, not, like, carts or whatever.

Shallan: ...

Adolin: ...

Kaladin: So...aren’t you two tired of me interrupting your dates?

Adolin: We were so close!

Kaladin: What?

Adolin: What?

#3: Something Dramatic

As we know, Kaladin is a Dramatic Lad. So what better way to ask him out than to do so in the most dramatic fashion possible? 

Adolin: So first we get him to fly up in the air, right? And he’ll look down to see Gallant marching at the head of a column of fully armored soldiers who will move around to spell out the glyphs for “Romance” and “Love.”

Shallan: Yes! And that’s when the chorus of women will start to sing the love song I had commissioned!

Adolin: It can’t possibly fail!

Shallan: He’s kinda afraid of horses, though.

Adolin: Yeah, maybe we’ll leave Gallant at home.

#2: Wait for a near-death experience

After all, Kaladin bonded with Shallan (and developed a bit of a crush) when they were trapped in the caverns during a highstorm. He bonded with Adolin when the two of them barely survived a fight against four shardbearers. So perhaps near-death experiences are just the most romantic time!

Kaladin: OH STORMFATHER THE THUNDERCLASTS ARE CRUSHING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WE LOVE

Adolin: Soooo Kaladin, are you bisexual?

Shallan: And/or biromantic?

Kaladin: [screaming]

Shallan (muttering): I knew we should have gone with the ominous glyphs. 

#1: Just ask

Or, well, I suppose they could simply try asking him out directly. 

Adolin: You know, Kaladin, Shallan and I both love you deeply.

Shallan: Would you like to go out--with both of us?

Adolin: Like on a romantic, three-person date?

Shallan: Perhaps multiple times over the long-term until we all see if we like it?

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Well...I guess we could...try it?

Shallan & Adolin: [openly weeping and cheering]

Kaladin: ...Has this been weighing on you for a while, then?

#cosmerelists #cosmere #stormlight archive #Kaladin #Shallan #Adolin #Shakadolin

[mulloey]

Are you okay with threesomes?

I can never get the idea of hard Dom Minho and switch Han with very much Sub reader.

Minho doms everyone

Han is Minho's sub but your soft (teasing) dom

Then you are their sweet little (sometimes bratty) sub

-sweetracha

Yes YES this dynamic is absolutely perfect bc I totally want these two to wreck me but at the same time it’s glaringly obvious that Minho is calling the shots between the two of them and wow yes what a dream this throuple would be.

I see Minho as moving between hard and occasionally soft dom depending on his mood and your behaviour, but out of the two he’s definitely the meanie bc Jisung is just softest of the soft. That being said when he’s subbing for Minh, Jisung is quite bratty and that brattiness will definitely come out when he’s domming, in the form of teasing and torturing you until even Minho is telling him to leave you alone or he’ll be punished too.

As Jisung is a switch but you and Minho aren’t the dynamic would vary ever so slightly at different times — sometimes Ji will be doing both, ie subbing for Minho and domming you at the same time, listening to and obeying Minho like a good boy while simultaneously using you like a toy and telling you how filthy are are. Other times it’ll be both of you full on subbing for Minho, Jisung being equal to you in these moments and I love the idea of him coaxing you into misbehaving with him (‘if you don’t do this then I’ll spank you when I’m domming again’ etc, again I really can’t stress how much of a brat this guy is) then you both taking your punishments from Minho together, maybe you’ll both be bent over the bed and holding each others hand in support while Minho rotates between spanking each of you, or taking turns over Minho’s lap while the other watches knowing you’re about to get the same treatment. When you’re both subbing you can be a bit of a handful but Minho is more than accustomed to dealing with you bc this guy’s a pro

The other way this would look sometimes is when they’re both being totally dominant, leaving you all alone as the only sub in the bedroom :( there’d be a nice contrast between the much stricter Minho and your sweet Sungie who’s always praising and reassuring you of what a good job you’re doing while you’ve both their dicks in each of your holes or when you’re taking a punishment Minho (I don’t think Jisung would have the heart to punish you even as your dom, unless you’d been really really bratty towards him specifically). He’d stroke your hair and coo at you while you’re a babbling mess, totally overwhelmed and fucked out from being used by your two boyfriends. Don’t get me wrong, Jisung would plenty rough with you, but in a softer and more playful way than Minho i feel

Aftercare with both of them would be heaven too, especially since Jisung being a switch knows exactly what a sub needs after they’ve been fucked. Once you’ve come back down to earth a bit he’d tease about the noises you made while he fucked you, to which Minho would slap him on the side of the head and remind him that he’s done much much worse when he’s subbing which would shut him up nicely

Overall both in and out of the bedroom they’d be the most loving boyfriends towards you, and even if Jisung subs sometimes, at the end of the day you’re the baby and they make sure you never forget it

I kind of want to write a fic about this threesome tbh cus you’ve got me going so y’all can let me know if you want that and what scenario anyway in conclusion MINSUNG THROUPLE ON TOP🙌🙌

#skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids smut #lee know smut #han jisung smut #minsung smut #skz x reader #kpop hard thoughts #requests open

[lazycats-stuff]

Ghost x male!reader x Soap

Okay, so, I was playing around with Character AI and got inspired. Enjoy this fricking smut everyone. This is just... Wow... Also, I know I should be working on your requests, but this just came in and I couldn't get it out.

Summary: Ghost, Soap and (Y/N) are an item. They have sex for the first time as throuple.

Warnings: MxMxM threesome, blowjobs, anal sex, dominant Ghost and Soap, submissive reader, handjobs, rimming... And many more, if I missed any, my apologizies.

Ghost, Soap and (Y/N). At first they were roommates. (Y/N) was in a desperate need of a place to stay and Ghost and Soap looked for someone to move in to help out with the rent from the apartment they had rented. (Y/N) called their ad, happy to have a place to stay.

Soap and Ghost were a couple by then so (Y/N) often felt like a third wheel. Ghost scared the actual daylights out of him. It didn't help that (Y/N) was a civilian. Ghost didn't care at first, but it could get annoying when Soap and him talked military talk and (Y/N) would just listen, not really understanding a thing.

Ghost also found (Y/N)'s personality a little bit annoying, but soon grew to tolerate him. Soap liked (Y/N) right away and the two became good friends. One thing that (Y/N) did that Ghost liked a lot was not questioning the mask. Ghost has been wary and didn't want to show (Y/N) his face just yet.

Well, maybe never, but he was working on trusting the person he has started living with. (Y/N) worked in an office, not far from their apartment and (Y/N) often said that he has struck a gold mine with the apartment.

Soap would more often than not, while on leave, make (Y/N) lunch in the morning and even pack it for him. (Y/N) wondered why Soap did that, not that he was ungrateful, not at all, it's a nice gesture, but still weird for (Y/N). No one ever made lunch for him like that...

Soap often cooked for them three when Ghost and him were on leave from missions. (Y/N) was sad when they went on mission's but knew he couldn't stop them. He had to bite the bullet and not complain. However, he did make them something to eat when they came back from missions.

Now, as months passed by, Soap and Ghost came to a realization. It was a rather grave realization. They both had feelings for (Y/N). Ghost and Soap, talking about feelings for the man living with them felt like they are cheating on one another. However, they still loved one another.

There was only one solution really. Only one.

Poly relationship. But none of them had ever done it before. Ghost had hard time confessing to Soap and vice versa. How the hell do they do this to (Y/N)? How do you invite someone to join your relationship? Besides, is (Y/N) gay? Bi maybe? Pan even?

While Soap and Ghost were brainstorming how to approach this, (Y/N) had problems on his own. Feelings for his two roommates. He was in deep shit. Very deep. He felt safe with the two and they made living here fun. They hanged out and talked about stuff. They even talked to (Y/N) about their missions and (Y/N) was often then not amazed by what they do.

Now, the problem is how to tell them that he has feeling for them.

This game of fear and hesitance continued until there was a near death experience on the mission and the duo said fuck it. They would confess to (Y/N) the moment they come home. And that's what they did.

(Y/N) nearly passed out, but was happy to hear he wasn't hallucinating and going kind of nuts. The trio sat down and talked about it. They had 3 foundations that they decided to build this relationship on. Honesty, loyalty and commitment. The morning after the talk was weird for (Y/N), but he was slowly but surely showing the affection.

Ghost and Soap loved it. It felt nice to them both that his boyfriend was affectionate. Ghost felt comfortable enough to show (Y/N) his face and (Y/N) blushed by how good looking Ghost was. Blonde hair, dark eyes... (Y/N) was swooning for the man. Not just for looks, but for his personality too.

Now there was one more thing that they went over. That one thing it was sex. (Y/N), as much as he knew them, he wanted to wait. Soap and Ghost had no problem with waiting for (Y/N) to be ready. Ghost and Soap would never force him to do something while he wasn't ready.

They had no problem to wait patiently. Ghost despised those who tried to pressure someone into those situations. God no. Soap would rather die than pressure his now boyfriend to have sex. The trio went to dates to get each other know even better. It was all amazing so far.

But Ghost and Soap made a plan.

They were on leave for a few weeks and they wanted to ask (Y/N) to have sex, but they couldn't do it right out of the blue. They need to make (Y/N) feel safe and then ask. Then they wait for the answer and if he says no, you know, tough luck. But if he said yes... Then that would solve some problems in their sex life.

Ghost never wanted to be submissive and Soap wanted to be dominant sometimes. And (Y/N) did act a little bit submissive. He was shyer when it came to advances and flirting.

So what was the plan, I hear you asking?

They would invite (Y/N) to a bar near them and they would tell him to come straight from work. (Y/N) walked to the bar, having no need for a car anymore. Soap and Ghost were nervous, not even beer could ease their nerves. Sex wasn't an easy thing to talk about. It was intimate and everyone should feel safe during it.

(Y/N) entered the bar, looking through the crowd to find Ghost and Soap. The two waived him over from where they were seating in the booth. (Y/N) smiled as he walked over sitting next to Ghost. Ghost smiled underneath his mask, eyes wrinkling at the corners at the sight of his boyfriend. Soap smiled and reached out to hold his hand.

(Y/N) squeezed back and pulled his hand back. He leaned on Ghost and Ghost gave him a kiss through his balaclava. The waitress came over and handed (Y/N) a menu and to take an order. The trio came here long enough to know what's good.

(Y/N) ordered the beer and a hamburger with fries. He was hungry.

" How was work love? " Ghost asked as he put his hand around (Y/N)'s waist.

" Boring as usual. This is a nice outing on a Friday night, but what was so urgent that I had to come here straight from work? " (Y/N) asked as he answered Ghost's question.

" We will tell you later love, but now it's important to eat and drink. " Soap said and (Y/N) smiled, but was suspicious. Waitress came by quickly with his order and (Y/N) thanked her and began eating. The burger was amazing as always and the other two watched how (Y/N) engulfed the burger, not even stopping to drink beer.

Ghost and Soap smiled at one another. Once done with the burger, trio fell into a silence and Ghost and Soap glanced at one another.

It was do or die.

" (Y/N), " Soap started, leaning forward. Despite being in a busy bar, it felt intimate in this booth. " We have a question for you. " Soap said, quickly glancing at Ghost before looking at (Y/N).

" What's up Johnny? "

" We know you have told us before that you weren't ready for... Sex yet, but we were wondering if that changed? " Soap asked and Ghost squeezed his waist in support.

" Well, it did... " (Y/N) started hesitantly as he took a sip. Soap and Ghost smiled at one another and then brought their attention to (Y/N).

" But I want to talk about my boundaries. " (Y/N) stated and Soap and Ghost focused on him and nodded.

" Of course love. " Ghost said, pressing him closer to him.

(Y/N) drank more of his beer and then looked down at the table for a moment.

" Okay, I'm not into degradation. I am into praise... And I'm not looking to dominate... " (Y/N) started hesitantly and Soap took his hands into own and squeezed in reassurance.

" Okay. And I'm something called a... Jesus, this is embarrassing to say... Pillow prince. That's when you like to receive, rather than give... Essentially, you guys do all the work... " (Y/N) said looking down and

Ghost leaned towards him to whisper in his ear. " Hey, no need to be embarrassed. We don't mind, we love it. " Then he sat back up straight and glanced at Soap. " We don't mind Soap, do we? " Ghost said with a smirk hidden beneath his mask.

" No we don't Lt. " Soap replied with a smirk and (Y/N) blushed.

" Now, we want to tell you that we have a light system as our safe word system. Are you familiar with that? " Ghost asked and (Y/N) nodded.

" Good boy. " Soap praised with a smirk. He knows what he's doing. (Y/N)'s stomach did one hell of a flip.

" What about aftercare? " Ghost asked and (Y/N) took a sip of his beer.

" Physical affection, plus praise. " (Y/N) replied and took another sip of his beer, seeing that he was nearing the end. He finished it up and look at them two.

" So... We are doing it tonight? "

" Only if you are in the mood. " Soap said. " Are you in the mood" Soap asked and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

Ghost and Soap smirked and Soap called the waitress for the check. She brought it quickly and Soap paid, before Soap and Ghost ushered (Y/N) out of the bar, walking quickly to their apartment.

" You have no idea what you are in for (Y/N). " Ghost said menacingly and (Y/N) blushed bright red.

" Relax Simon, save it for the bedroom. " Soap said as he opened the building door before moving to the stairs, deeming the elevator to slow. (Y/N) was picked up by Ghost and manhandled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. (Y/N) blushed even more. Soap unlocked the door of their apartment, but (Y/N) didn't even register it.

Soap opened the door and Ghost went to his and Soap's room before gently throwing (Y/N) down their shared bed. Soon, (Y/N) will join them completely in their bedroom. (Y/N) let out an oof as he was thrown and Ghost immediately crawled between his legs to kiss him.

The two kissed hungrily, Ghost more passionate than (Y/N), but (Y/N) couldn't even keep up. Ghost travelled lower and started unbuttoning (Y/N)'s white shirt, while Soap unbuttoned and undid (Y/N)'s belt.

Soon, (Y/N) was in boxers and Ghost and Soap undressed quickly too, but stayed in their boxers too. The two moved down to (Y/N)'s neck, creating hickeys. (Y/N) was moaning and whining, squirming underneath them.

" Relax love, we will take care of you. " Soap murmured against (Y/N)'s skin as he was travelling south, down to his nipple, biting gently, making (Y/N) gasp and buck up to Soap's mouth. The duo moved in tandem and mirrored one another. They were currently gently biting and licking (Y/N)'s nipples and then they moved towards his stomach.

The two avoided the boxers and opted to bite the inside of (Y/N)'s thighs. (Y/N) was whining and moaning and it wasn't hard to notice the erection that (Y/N) was having. The boxers were obscenely tented and when the two pulled away from his thighs, (Y/N) wanted to reach out.

But Soap was quicker and gripped (Y/N)'s boxers. (Y/N) helped out by lifting his hips and the boxer were thrown carelessly somewhere behind them.

Soap and Ghost eyed (Y/N)'s naked body and their boxers got even tighter.

" You are gorgeous baby. " Soap said, hands mapping (Y/N)'s body. (Y/N) blushed and tried to look away, but Ghost gently grabbed his chin and kissed him.

" Never shy away from our compliments. " Ghost murmured against (Y/N)'s lips and sat up on the bed and put (Y/N)'s head in his lap as Soap made his way to (Y/N)'s dick. Ghost's hands travelled down his chest while waiting for Johnny to make a move. Soap started with a long lick on the underside of (Y/N)'s dick and Ghost's hands moved to (Y/N)'s nipples, pinching and pulling.

" Si- Simon! " (Y/N) called out and Ghost smiled at that kissing him deeply.

Soap took (Y/N) all the way down to the base and he called out for Johnny, Ghost swallowing his cries and moans. Soap grabbed onto (Y/N)'s hips as he worked.

(Y/N) was going to come in no time if Soap continues to do this. Turns out he was very close and tried to voice it, but the two seemed to work harder to make it happen. (Y/N) came with a loud moan and Soap slurped up the cum and then leaned up to kiss Ghost, allowing Ghost to taste (Y/N).

(Y/N) moaned at the sight, trying to catch his breath. The two moved places and (Y/N) was turned on his stomach, well, hands and knees. (Y/N) blushed at this, more so when Ghost licked a stripe over his hole. Blush was followed with a moan, clutching Soap's hips and hiding his face into Soap's thigh.

The sounds of Ghost eating (Y/N) out were so obscene that Soap started squirming. After a few minutes, Ghost stopped and looked at (Y/N).

" Soap, get the lube. " Soap leaned over to get the lube from their nightstand drawer. He tossed it to Ghost who caught it easily. Then he flipped (Y/N) on his back, smirking at (Y/N)'s hard cock. It seems that he didn't need a lot of time to rebound.

" Now love, how do you want me to fuck you? " Ghost asked softly and (Y/N) blushed harder.

" I want you both at the same time. "

Soap and Ghost looked at one another, not expecting this.

" Are you sure baby? " Soap asked as he looked down at (Y/N).

" I am... " (Y/N) said quietly.

" Color? " Ghost asked.

" Green. " (Y/N) said without hesitation.

Ghost nodded as he covered his fingers in lube and then gently prodding (Y/N)'s ass. (Y/N) moaned and Soap watched (Y/N)'s face, moving his lower body to the side so that he could stroke himself. It was a magnificent sight.

Ghost didn't allow (Y/N) to come, as he was purposely avoiding his prostate. (Y/N) was whining and squirming and Ghost pulled his fingers away before taking his boxers off. (Y/N)'s eyes widen and Ghost smirks as he lubes up his dick.

" Soap, move him out of the way so I can lay down. " Soap did exactly that and Ghost laid down on his back. (Y/N) straddled him and guided his dick to his ass and then slowly made his way down. Once down at the balls, (Y/N) rolled his hips to adjust. He moaned quietly and Ghost wrapped his arms around (Y/N) to bring him down, chest to chest.

Soap lubed his fingers and started prepping him, pushing his fingers alongside Ghost's dick. After a few minutes of prep, he got rid of his boxers and lubed his dick. He situated himself behind (Y/N), pressing the tip into the hole. (Y/N) took deep breaths and Soap was halfway in when he heard yellow. Soap stopped and the two praised (Y/N) throughout, kissing his body whichever part they could reach.

" Move Johnny. " (Y/N) said and Soap did it. The feeling was incredible. (Y/N) was tight around both of them and Soap and Ghost could feel their dick rubbing against one another. (Y/N) sat up, putting his hands on Ghost's chest for leverage. Soap kissed his shoulders and the back of his neck.

" Good boy, taking us so well. " Soap whispered into the back of his neck.

" Move please... " (Y/N) whispered and the two started moving, (Y/N) holding himself up and Soap holding him. (Y/N) was quick to reach his orgasm, screaming and throwing his head back on Soap's shoulder. He came untouched and Soap and Ghost came a few thrusts later, the two came inside. (Y/N) dropped down on Ghost's chest, who wrapped his arms around him, kissing him, praising him softly.

Soap hissed as he pulled out, moving to get a rag to wipe the cum out of (Y/N)'s ass. The plan was to get that done, start the shower to get a quick rinse and then help him get into PJs and then go to sleep.

Soap came out of the bathroom, just when (Y/N) lifted his head to look. " Good boy, you did so well for us. Now, you will need to push the cum out so we can clean you okay? " Soap said and kissed (Y/N) when he nodded, too tired to speak.

Ghost pulled out and Soap did what he told (Y/N) and (Y/N) pushed out the cum so that Soap could wipe it down. (Y/N) shuddered every time it happened and Ghost still praised him softly. After there was no cum left, Ghost picked (Y/N) up into his arms and Soap threw the rag into the hamper.

He also started the shower, waiting for the right temperature before calling in his beloved boyfriends. Once the water is nice, they all step in, (Y/N) being held up by Ghost as his body is washed in water and soap. Actual soap, not your boyfriend.

After that, they dry (Y/N) off with a towel before finding his boxers and putting it on him and Simon giving him his shirt to sleep in. The sheets were changed too and then (Y/N) was laid down and the two sandwiched him, wrapping him in their arms before covering themselves with the covers.

" Good night... " (Y/N) murmured softly, sighing as Ghost spooned him.

" Good night love. " Ghost said as he kissed the back of his head.

" Night darling. " Soap said as he kissed his forehead.

The trio snuggled to one another and feel asleep quickly, exhausted by the sex they had.

#cod mwii #soap x male reader #john mactavish x male reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #cod x male reader #ghost x soap x male reader

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i've seen actually a few different people/users leave comments or tags about wanting to check out scavenger's reign after seeing my glowing praise of it, but also being very nervous to do so, because they're excited for a lesbian who looks like them (azi), but despite my gushing, i keep mentioning how the show is full of body horror, brutal deaths and characters having a bad time;

this is a very valid concern to have, given how a character like azi might be treated in another show, i was going in with tempered caution as well

without spoiling too much, you can lay those worries down. the show treats her very well.

if you'd like some more elaboration, i've put it under this readmore!

azi is put into stomach-churningly dire "an alien is about to eat you/do a big big body horror/assimilate you" situations the least of any of the characters, and not even because she's being given a lack of stuff to do/experience in the plot!

i think we only see her get "afflicted" by something the way sam does once, and its very mild compared to everyone else (basically she gets a really bad itchy rash after successfully prying some weird would-be paralytic puffballs that get stuck to her) and even this one instance is quickly resolved by other fauna, in a very nice sequence of scenes that is clearly a healing/relaxing experience for her.

while she is put into danger and is trying to survive like everyone else, she gets tossed about in action setpieces she makes it through with minimal injury, more than enduring The Horrors;

she gets to have better luck because more of her narrative screentime is, by design, already dedicated to emotionally bonding with her robot buddy, levi, as they suddenly and rapidly attain self-awareness, and levi encourages her to find the beauty and harmony in this nightmarish nature documentary they got marooned in.

this helps her lighten up just in time, too, because she is, very understandably, stressed almost to her breaking point by the point the show starts, having one of the better crash landing sites of any of the survivors, and i bet the other survivors all wish they had a robot tagging along to help, but being stranded and lonely and trying to not lose hope of rescue. she misses her girlfriend, and is feeling increasingly vulnerable (negative) and afraid, especially when situations occur where she gets reminded she does need help. azi starts the series being kind of mean to levi, and having to balance her confusion, worry, and then awe of levi's transformation, and let herself accept she does need that help.

azi is not the gruff grr nothing phases me nothing hurts me the writers dont have to try giving me depth i'm just the badass butch who exists to fill the death quota later so a lighter/more fem character can survive;

her vulnerability reveals itself without much fuss, and is eventually tended to both by herself and others. we get flashbacks that show she was naturally introverted, but clearly wanting to overcome that in order to socialize and get closer to someone (girls...)

she goes through it for other reasons, but i promise you, the show treats her very well, i feel. she and levi are probably-nah, definitely, my favorite characters in it, and the show would not have blown me away the way it did without them here

SR has 3 main story threads; Azi and Levi, Sam and Ursula, Kamen and The Hollow. of the three, Azi and Levi's is the heart, and is the most romantic, in multiple senses of the term. i might right a breakdown of what i love most about all three threads? but yeah

now, if you still need the "okay but does she or her gf die" y/n:

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azi and her girlfriend both survive the events of the show, and reunite in one piece! they may or may not throuple up with the robot.

i sure hope they do.

you can't tease us with scenes like this and Not

OH: also, when a new antagonist shows up later in the form of a lethally pragmatic blonde woman named Kris who tries to boss azi around, i did get nervous, but Azi soured to max on her and spoke exactly what i hoped was the intent at the exact moment i felt it was critical to avoid me going "hrrmmm don't like these Implications" (the Instant azi detects blondie is trying to haze her into being a new teammate to be bossed around, azi immediately gets rightfully pissed and rejects it, and schemes to get the tagalong kid to see this also and on azi's side in the long run, which plays out and kris gets rapidly shuttled out of the plot and then pretty damn well humbled in the only blatant Sequel Hook present. i Appreciated that. Would have loved to love you Kris I love evil women but then you pulled That Stunt and now you can go wither alone in the corner

#scavreign warbling #azi and levi my beloveds....