prompt: how would ‘09 ghost feel about piercings in -intimate- areas?
a/n: y’all can blame jenni for this brainrot, she keeps sending me ideas and the little hamster in my brain eats them up and spits out these little one shots
anyway, this is another short one so 🤞
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“What’s wrong? You look uncomfortable?” Simon’s gentle, lightly wrapping his hand around your thigh. He has good intentions, you can see the concern in his eyes as he stares at you, but he grabbed your thigh too high up and bumped the new piercing you got and you wince in pain.
He immediately jumps back, apologising softly before looking down at your hips to see what might be wrong.
“Are you hurt?” The worry is seeping into his voice now and a part of your heart melts at how much he cares. You giggle softly and shake your head, effectively directing his attention to your face instead.
“You know how I went out with my friends today,” he nods and motions for you to continue, “okay. So we walked by the piercer’s shop,” Simon sucks in a quick breath before you finish your sentence. “and Anita got an impulse piercing and she didn’t want to do it alone so now we’re… matching…” You mumble out the last words, feeling like Simon is suddenly judging you.
He hums quietly, rising from the couch you were both sat on. He puts a finger up to encourage your silence and you obey, sitting back and watching him slowly get on his knees in front of you and rest his hands on the waistband of your pants.
“So when you say a piercing… You got one here?” He’s tracing nonsense shapes on the bare skin of your hip now and you struggle to keep your focus. You barely feel his eyes roving over your crotch and you sigh.
You nod, still watching his form. He hums an approval before slinking his hands fully into your pants, toying with the fabric with your underwear.
“Did they say how long you had to wait before having sex?” You sputter at his bluntness, sitting up quickly. He pulls back and sits on his heels, his eyes glittering with concern again.
“There’s no… I don’t have to wait but they said to be careful. I’m fine with it but it’s still new so be careful-“ You don’t get to finish your sentence as he cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you into him like a man starved.
He kisses you deeply and keeps you close to him as his hands roam your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him explore you as much as he’d like. He pulls away for a moment but keeps his forehead pressed to your’s.
“I don’t know why this is turning me on so much.” There’s a strain to his voice and you giggle. He brings his hand up to your mouth and covers it with a snort.
“Does it hurt?” You shake your head, it had only hurt when you first got it pierced. There was a dull ache but it definitely wasn’t actively causing you pain. He hums in acknowledgment then leans down to kiss your stomach.
“Simon what’re you-“ You cut yourself off with a small gasp, watching him kiss his way towards your sex while his hand starts tugging your pants down.
His eyes bore into your’s as he keeps his lips on your skin. The love communicated through your eye contact is sickeningly sweet and your stomach does a little flip under his gaze.
“Gonna make sure it doesn’t hurt you. Gonna make you feel good.” He’s blabbering into your skin, speaking between kisses as you raise your hips to help him shimmy your pants and underwear off.
He keeps kissing your skin, warmth blossoming from every kiss he presses into your skin. He skims past your sex and instead starts sloppily kissing your thighs. You whine in protest but he shushes you with a finger to your mouth.
You sigh and let him do as he wants, watching his eyes flutter closed in pure bliss. He starts sucking a hickey into the soft flesh of your thigh and you instinctively bring your knees together.
He chuckles lowly, still sucking a deep purple bruise into your skin, as he opens his eyes again to stare at you. You’re panting heavily and definitely a bright shade of red. You can tell because his pupils practically turn into hearts.
He loves when you look absolutely ruined before you’ve even done anything properly. He always gets that look in his eyes that makes your heart melt.
He brings his hands to your knees and pushes them apart slowly, giving you an out if you want it. You turn to goo in his hold and your legs follow where he drags them.
Simon breaks the eye contact you had held, instead pulling himself away from you slightly and finally looking at the new jewellery shining on your sex.
He groans softly and looks back up at you, a silent plea to taste you. You nod, bringing your own hand to rest on his cheek and watching him lean into your hand.
“Gonna make you feel good.” He mumbles again, leaning in closer to you and planting a chaste kiss to your sex. He simply stays there, kissing it softly before finally his tongue lolls out of his mouth and he licks you in earnest.
“Fuck! Simon!” You can’t help it, throwing your head back and moaning as he licks and sucks like his life depends on it.
In your slightly dazed state you barely notice how careful he’s being around the piercing, barely touching it and when he does, he’s being so gentle.
It doesn’t take long before your orgasm rolls over you and Simon is helping you through it, letting you fuck his face a little as you come down.
He smiles up at you sweetly and you melt. You grab a fistful of his shirt and pull you to him, kissing him deeply and bringing his body as close to your’s as humanly possible.
You tug yourself away from him, resting your forehead against his before laughing softly. You’re both panting into each other’s mouth as he waits for you to speak.
“So, I take it you like the piercing?” He snorts and pushes you away, effectively causing a string of giggles to leave your mouth. He shakes his head at you, still laughing lightly.
“Yes. I love it. It brings out the colour of your eyes.” It’s now your turn to snort and push him away, playfully pushing his face when he purses his lips and makes gross kissing noises.
“Do that again and I’ll take the piercing out!” He whines before dramatically throwing his chest to rest on top of you, mumbling and grumbling his protests into the skin of your stomach.
“Seriously though, I do like it. A lot. Didn’t think I had a thing for it but I guess I do.” You smile lovingly at him, stroking his hair as he rambles about his new discovery and you let the moment sit.
It was the best impulsive decision you’d ever made.
prompt: how would ‘22 Soap react to someone flirting with his partner?
a/n: i love ‘22 soap just being a cocky lil shit and showing off his partner to absolutely everybody! also this one is short, sorry gang
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“Hey gorgeous, can I get you a drink?” The smirk on this guy’s face makes you cringe and you shuffle a little in your seat.
Price had suggested you all went out for the night as you had finished your mission and weren’t due home until the next day.
You reluctantly agreed, knowing something like this would happen.
You hated this, watching a man try and flirt with you when you were dropping obvious hints that you weren’t interested.
“I’ve already got a drink, thanks.” You turn your body to face the bar instead of him and sip your drink lowly.
“Fine, fine. No problems, darlin’.” He paused, sipping his own drink before turning back to you and leaning in a bit closer.
“So… Where are you from?” You groan and scoot your chair away from him. He scoffs, not impressed by your attempt at escape.
“C’mon darlin’. I just wanna get to know you.” He throws a teethy grin at you and you almost vomit right there.
Men. Are. Gross.
You open your mouth to tell him where he can shove it but a hand snakes around your waist and you feel Johnny’s chest leaning on your back.
“I’ve got a fine ass partner, haven’t I?” His scottish accent is dripping with venom and you smile to yourself.
“I- Yes they’re uh… I’ll go.” Is all he can muster before he’s throwing some cash onto the bar and stomping off in the opposite direction.
You giggle and push Johnny off you slightly.
He wasn’t protective, say, but he definitely didn’t like when other men touched what was his.
Especially when he was drunk.
Drunk Johnny was possessive and it was hot as fuck.
Before you could thank him, he pulled you off your chair and close to his body, wrapping his arm around your waist tightly.
“You’re mine, yeah? Nobody else gets you, aye?” You knew it was a rhetorical thing, but you still nodded and pulled him into a hug.
“I’m your’s, baby.” He chuckles lowly and looks down at you.
“Wanna mark you. Then the pigs in ‘ere will leave you alone.” Pink dusts your cheeks at his implication as he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom around the back of the old bar.
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When he’s done with you, he brings you back and smiles proudly as the men you walk past throw you knowing looks.
The blush on your cheeks stays there all night as you feel eyes staring at your neck.
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Soap smirked down at you both, grabbing each of your chins and making sure you were both paying attention to him fully.
“Ghost. Fuck our darling girl, won’t you? Be a good boy now.” You felt a shiver run down your spine, the idea of Soap completely ignoring you and treating you like some kind of toy he could play with was doing things for you.
Ghost nods quickly and moves behind where you’re currently sitting on your knees. He softly touches your waist and gently pushes you to lean forward.
You obey his hands, moving yourself forward so you sit on all fours, presenting yourself to his prying eyes. He hums an approval before leaning forward and hugging you close to his chest.
“Good boy, Ghost. Now fuck her like you mean it.” You can feel Ghost groan against your back and his cock twitches near your cunt.
Ghost leans away from where we was holding you close to his body and takes a hand away. Before you can ask any questions or even make a sound of disappointment, you feel Soap’s boot pressing between your shoulders and you let him push your chest to the floor.
He keeps his boot pressed roughly between your shoulder blades, heavy and dirty against your soft skin. Ghost pushes into your cunt just as you try to protest your position and you moan loudly.
Soap had been teasing you both for so long and you were finally getting the reward you’d both worked so hard for.
Ghost wastes no time in rutting into you, hips snapping back to yours hard and fast. He hits all the right spots and leaves you a whimpering mess under the Captain’s boot.
“Such a good girl. You’re taking it so well, baby.” He coos, pushing his boot into your back a little harder. You clench around Ghost as he does this and you feel more than hear the resulting groan from the man behind you.
“That’s right, keep going. Don’t you want to cum for me?” Soap’s talking to both of you now, teasing you and degrading your efforts. He’s completely broken you. All you can do it beg and whine underneath them both as they use you.
“Fuck. So tight.” Ghost is mumbling behind you, groaning and panting each time he thrusts back into your cunt. You can feel him twitching more and more and you squeeze around him.
“Please fill me up, Ghost. God please it’s all I need- FUCK!” You yelp in pain as you feel a hand slap your ass, the skin tender from the previous spanking.
“Good toys don’t speak. Unless you aren’t a good girl like I thought you were?” You almost cry at the implication and you squeeze on Ghost’s cock in protest.
You do stay silent though, biting your lip to try and silence the pleas threatening to burst past your lips.
“She’s so fucking tight. Fuck. Please can I cum inside her please please.” Ghost is barely legible, begging and moaning as he fucks you like it’s the last time.
Soap digs his boot into you even further before muttering out an approval for Ghost to cum. Said man wastes no time in following his orders and stills himself deep inside you.
You whine, another denied orgasm breaking your spirit even more. Ghost mumbles unintelligibly into your back, a string of ‘thank you’s leaving his bruised lips.
“Make her cum, Ghost. Be a good boy and clean up your mess.” You can hear the smile is Soap’s voice and finally you feel his foot leave your back and instead rest next to your head.
“Now, Sergeant.” Ghost whimpers pathetically, but immediately flips you over and kisses his way to your cunt which is now covered in a variety of all of your mixed fluids.
Ghost’s fingers dance across your thighs teasingly and you groan in annoyance. He takes this as a sign to hurry up and puts his mouth to your core.
You throw your head back and make eye contact with Soap. He smiles fondly at you before squatting down so he’s closer to you.
“Does he feel good? Is he eating you out right, baby?” You nod weakly, throwing your head back a bit further when Ghost finds the perfect spot and starts attacking it relentlessly.
“So good, so good.” You blabber, grabbing a fistfull of Ghost’s hair and reaching your other hand to wrap around Soap’s boot.
“Good. You’re both so fucking perfect. You listen so well, don’t you?” You nod, completely dazed and holding onto them both for dear life.
Then Ghost is pushing his fingers into you instead of his tongue and you cum. White hot fire lashes at the edges of your vision and consumes your body as you finally get the orgasm you’ve been denied all night.
Slowly but surely, the fire flickers away and you come back to your body and you notice Soap is sitting on the ground next to you and he’s holding you close.
“You with me?” You nod, words escaping you completely. He turns to Ghost and he nods as well, probably feeling as boneless as you do right now.
You smile sweetly at him and offer a hand to him. He grabs your hand softly and leans in to cuddle with you both.
You stay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm and enjoying the warmth of their bodies surrounding you and drowning out the rest of the world.
“We should get you two cleaned up, hm?” You feel Ghost grumble and shake his head against your chest, effectively moving your tits to a less comfortable position.
“Ghost. My boobs hurt.” You grumble back at him and he sighs, lifting himself and looking at you both.
You can almost see the hearts in his eyes.
“Good. Come on now, both of you need a bath.” Soap gently lifts you before wrapping an arm around Ghost and leads you both to the bathroom.
He sits you down on the countertop and pushes Ghost to sit on the lid of the toilet. Ghost slumps against the back of his makeshift seat and you giggle to yourself.
He closes his eyes and leans back and you stare at him, taking in the soft freckles that litter his skin and the old scars that carve into his flesh. The dingy light in the bathroom makes it hard to make out every part of his face and you long for the daylight to touch his skin again so you can admire it properly.
You were too busy staring at Ghost to notice Soap had filled the bath and finally stripped off his jacket. He had also rolled up his sleeves and you could see his arms threatening to rip his shirt to pieces.
“Come here, you!” He playfully grabs you and you giggle, wriggling in his grasp. Despite your best efforts, he keeps hold of you and delicately places you in the large bathtub.
You pout at him, still very much in subspace and not willing to let him leave you alone any time soon. He looks at you knowingly and smiles again.
“I’ll come wash you soon, let me get this lump in there with you first, though, okay?” You roll your eyes dramatically and slump against the edge of the tub. Soap smiles and turns to Ghost who is now snoring softly.
“Wake up, baby. You need a bath.” Ghost groans and picks himself up only to sit back down almost immediately. His legs shake a little and you giggle again.
“Damnit.” Ghost groans. He always hated being helped but sometimes he really needed it. Soap knew this and simply picked him up and slotted him right next to you in the tub.
You smiled and crawled over to the opposite edge, looking into Soap’s eyes.
He was always so sweet after he’d broken you to pieces.
But he always knew exactly how to put you back together.
And you always knew how to put him back together as well.
You kiss him softly and lean back, letting him do as he pleases.
Ghost lets Soap clean him as well and hums softly when you start massaging the shampoo into his hair.
“I like this.” You say quietly. But not quietly enough as both boys smile and hug you tightly.
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