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Call of Duty
- Pay Back - Part 2 - John Price x POC!Fem Reader
- Close Friends - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x POC!Fem Reader - Our Bodyguard - Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x POC!Fem Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley
- Good... Really? - Part 2 - Simon "Ghost" Riley x POC!GN Reader - Strong - Simon "Ghost" Riley x POC!GN Reader
- Cellophane - Cont. - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x POC!GN Reader - Johnny - Part 2 - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x POC!Fem Reader - Al Pastor and Allies - 141 x Mexican!Fem Reader - Amor de 5 - 141 x Mexican!Fem Reader - Wedding Rehearsal - Multiple 141 x POC!Fem Reader
- If I Can't, No One Can Series - 141 x POC!GN Reader (Completed) - Tail Scale - 141 x POC!Mer GN Reader (In Progress?)
- We Want You Series - Ghoap x POC!Fem Reader (In Progress) - Random Thoughts
One Piece
- The Siren, The Cook, and the Sister - Sanji x PirateHunter!Fem Reader (Completed, 18/18)
Jujutsu Kaisen
- Can We Make This Work - Nanami Kento x POC!Fem Reader x Gojo Satoru (On Pause, 9/??)
We Want You: Ghoap x POC!FemReader (Masterlist)
Chapter 6: Back to friends (Previous) (Next)
Chapter Summary: Simon and Johnny have your back.
Warnings: MDNI, Angst, misogyny; disrespect; in-world violence; super slight NSFW
“And you should have heard that bitch scream. I’m pretty sure I ruined her for anyone else,” the second-tier lieutenant boasts. You must have spaced out as you can’t recall how the conversation on battle strategy turned into a recounting of the not-Ghost lieutenant’s most recent sexual escapade.
His sergeant cheers with him and daps him up. The two men look at Johnny and Simon for some shared comradery but to your surprise, they are meant with blank stares. The two men quiet down as neither of your teammates join them in their joy.
“You really shouldn’t talk like that in front of a lady,” Ghost growls out.
Johnny joins him. “Mom didn’t teach you anything about respect?” The table goes quiet. Despite it being awkward now, you feel relieved. Looks like your teammates still have your back.
But, unfortunately the silence doesn't last long as the inferior sergeant snorts out a laugh. "Oh please, that ain't no woman!" Your throat tightens at that.
His lieutenant busts out laughing at the outburst. "Jesus, Lietenant, I know you like men but I thought you'd still recognize a broad from a beast." Your entire body burns. You really thought you did it. You made yourself smaller, dumber, weaker. Isn't that what they want? Isn't that what you need to be to be loved? Maybe not loved but just enough to be desired… to be wanted. What else do you have to do in order to be picked? What if there's nothing you can do to be loved?
Your thoughts of self-wallow come to a screeching halt when Ghost's fist connects to the other lieutenant's face. There's no doubt he broke some bones there. The sad-excuse of a sergeant freaks out, surprised with the sudden show of strength. He screeches at Ghost and ask what's his problem as he picks up the bleeding man.
"Men like you!" Ghost hisses. He grabs the two men and swiftly drags them out the bar, leaving behind a proud Soap and stunned you at the table.
What just happened?
— — —
Two thoughts immediately run through Johnny's head: that's my man and are you okay? He looks over at you and takes note of the lost look in your eyes.
"Hey bonnie," he coos. He scoots closer to you but stops as soon as he sees your body flinch. Baby steps. "I'm sorry about that."
You keep your gaze towards door. "Not the first time I've seen the Lieutenant punch a man. I'll live."
"Not talking about Ghost. If anything, he should have punched the both of them," Johnny quickly corrects. You turn to look at him, completely taken aback by what he's said. "Those guys. They shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You didn't deserve that."
You gulp hard and just nod your head. You keep your gaze on the door while Johnny keeps his eyes on you. He takes a good look at your figure. Despite thinking you look good, he can practically feel your discomfort. So without a second thought, Johnny takes off his long sleeve, leaving himself in a white tank-top, and nudges it towards you. You do a double take and pause as he pushes his shirt towards you.
Johnny waits with bated breath for your response but you say nothing and just alternate between looking at him and his shirt. Shit. Did he do too much again? Can he really not do anything right? Will he be the reason why him and Simon are going to lose out on—
"Thank you, Johnny."
As his shirt slowly wraps around your body, Johnny can't help but get slightly aroused by the fact that you're wearing his shirt. Fuck. He really hopes this isn't the last time.
"Good?" he asks.
Tears brim your eyes as you nod. Fighting against the urge to hold you, Johnny does the next best thing. He lays his hand over yours on the table and after a few squeezes, he lets you go. You thank him again and throw him a small smile.
Baby steps.
— — —
It's not long until Simon returns. He doesn't think he's ever felt this good after beating two guys to a pulp. The icing on the cake was watching you perk up when he came back to the table. For the first time in awhile, he feels hopeful. Maybe him and Johnny can do this. Maybe they can woo you and make you the happiest woman in the world.
All he needs to do now is clear up one little misconceptiom.
"I like women."
Perfect. He's done it. Now there should be no doubt in your mind that Simon is into yo—
Why are you looking at him like that? Maybe you didn't hear him. No worries. He can clarify.
"I like women too. They said I like men which I do but I also like women." You still look confused which only confuses Simon more. What's not to understand? He likes women, specifically you at the moment, but that is a conversation for another day.
Needing back-up from Johnny, Simon looks over to his lover but instead of support, the British man recieves a pointed glare.
...
…
Oooh.
Johnny is for sure going to smack him later.
"Okay… that's nice," you slowly say.
The three of you go silent which makes Simon nervous. Did he over-do it? Do you think he's weird now? Is this the end?
Fortunately, before he can spiral further, you speak up. "Still, thanks for that, Lieutenant. I really appreciate it."
Maybe he's not a total lost cause.
— — —
After thanking Ghost one last time, you make the effort to leave the table but are quickly stopped.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Stay."
You try to reason with them. You already messed up the first half of their night. Why not leave now and let them enjoy what's left of it. That's the least your lonely self can do for the happy couple. Despite this making perfect sense for you, Ghost and Soap are not easily swayed.
You let out a deep breath and look over at Ghost, hoping he'll see reason. He pauses for a bit to take a good look at you and for a minute you think you're in the clear. He's for sure going to see how pathetic you are and let you go. You're nothing compared to the Lieutenant and his sergeant. The best thing you can do now is get out of their sight (and these clothes).
You wait with bated breath as Ghost leans real close to your face. He pauses. His breath hits your face. It takes everything in you to not take in a deep breath. Jesus, you're pathetic.
"You staying would make this night a whole lot better," he admits. Soap enthustiastically shakes his head.
"Please, bonnie, stay with us." You hesistate for bit. There's no way they want you to stay. You take a good look at both and try to catch a trace of pity in their eyes. But instead of pity, you find deep and honest admiration.
"I guess a few more drinks won't hurt."
Maybe this is enough.
Word Count: 1203
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Author's note: Ya'll I'm so sorry for the delay. In summary, I got a job in corporate and DAMN they're making me earn my paycheck. Don't worry, I surprisingly enjoy the work but still, it takes me away from writing. But I'm trying to figure out a better work-life balance so I can write more! I hope y'all enjoyed this!
We Want You: Ghoap x POC!FemReader (Masterlist)
Chapter 6: Back to friends (Previous) (Next)
Chapter Summary: Simon and Johnny have your back.
Warnings: MDNI, Angst, misogyny; disrespect; in-world violence; super slight NSFW
“And you should have heard that bitch scream. I’m pretty sure I ruined her for anyone else,” the second-tier lieutenant boasts. You must have spaced out as you can’t recall how the conversation on battle strategy turned into a recounting of the not-Ghost lieutenant’s most recent sexual escapade.
His sergeant cheers with him and daps him up. The two men look at Johnny and Simon for some shared comradery but to your surprise, they are meant with blank stares. The two men quiet down as neither of your teammates join them in their joy.
“You really shouldn’t talk like that in front of a lady,” Ghost growls out.
Johnny joins him. “Mom didn’t teach you anything about respect?” The table goes quiet. Despite it being awkward now, you feel relieved. Looks like your teammates still have your back.
But, unfortunately the silence doesn't last long as the inferior sergeant snorts out a laugh. "Oh please, that ain't no woman!" Your throat tightens at that.
His lieutenant busts out laughing at the outburst. "Jesus, Lietenant, I know you like men but I thought you'd still recognize a broad from a beast." Your entire body burns. You really thought you did it. You made yourself smaller, dumber, weaker. Isn't that what they want? Isn't that what you need to be to be loved? Maybe not loved but just enough to be desired… to be wanted. What else do you have to do in order to be picked? What if there's nothing you can do to be loved?
Your thoughts of self-wallow come to a screeching halt when Ghost's fist connects to the other lieutenant's face. There's no doubt he broke some bones there. The sad-excuse of a sergeant freaks out, surprised with the sudden show of strength. He screeches at Ghost and ask what's his problem as he picks up the bleeding man.
"Men like you!" Ghost hisses. He grabs the two men and swiftly drags them out the bar, leaving behind a proud Soap and stunned you at the table.
What just happened?
— — —
Two thoughts immediately run through Johnny's head: that's my man and are you okay? He looks over at you and takes note of the lost look in your eyes.
"Hey bonnie," he coos. He scoots closer to you but stops as soon as he sees your body flinch. Baby steps. "I'm sorry about that."
You keep your gaze towards door. "Not the first time I've seen the Lieutenant punch a man. I'll live."
"Not talking about Ghost. If anything, he should have punched the both of them," Johnny quickly corrects. You turn to look at him, completely taken aback by what he's said. "Those guys. They shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You didn't deserve that."
You gulp hard and just nod your head. You keep your gaze on the door while Johnny keeps his eyes on you. He takes a good look at your figure. Despite thinking you look good, he can practically feel your discomfort. So without a second thought, Johnny takes off his long sleeve, leaving himself in a white tank-top, and nudges it towards you. You do a double take and pause as he pushes his shirt towards you.
Johnny waits with bated breath for your response but you say nothing and just alternate between looking at him and his shirt. Shit. Did he do too much again? Can he really not do anything right? Will he be the reason why him and Simon are going to lose out on—
"Thank you, Johnny."
As his shirt slowly wraps around your body, Johnny can't help but get slightly aroused by the fact that you're wearing his shirt. Fuck. He really hopes this isn't the last time.
"Good?" he asks.
Tears brim your eyes as you nod. Fighting against the urge to hold you, Johnny does the next best thing. He lays his hand over yours on the table and after a few squeezes, he lets you go. You thank him again and throw him a small smile.
Baby steps.
— — —
It's not long until Simon returns. He doesn't think he's ever felt this good after beating two guys to a pulp. The icing on the cake was watching you perk up when he came back to the table. For the first time in awhile, he feels hopeful. Maybe him and Johnny can do this. Maybe they can woo you and make you the happiest woman in the world.
All he needs to do now is clear up one little misconceptiom.
"I like women."
Perfect. He's done it. Now there should be no doubt in your mind that Simon is into yo—
Why are you looking at him like that? Maybe you didn't hear him. No worries. He can clarify.
"I like women too. They said I like men which I do but I also like women." You still look confused which only confuses Simon more. What's not to understand? He likes women, specifically you at the moment, but that is a conversation for another day.
Needing back-up from Johnny, Simon looks over to his lover but instead of support, the British man recieves a pointed glare.
...
…
Oooh.
Johnny is for sure going to smack him later.
"Okay… that's nice," you slowly say.
The three of you go silent which makes Simon nervous. Did he over-do it? Do you think he's weird now? Is this the end?
Fortunately, before he can spiral further, you speak up. "Still, thanks for that, Lieutenant. I really appreciate it."
Maybe he's not a total lost cause.
— — —
After thanking Ghost one last time, you make the effort to leave the table but are quickly stopped.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Stay."
You try to reason with them. You already messed up the first half of their night. Why not leave now and let them enjoy what's left of it. That's the least your lonely self can do for the happy couple. Despite this making perfect sense for you, Ghost and Soap are not easily swayed.
You let out a deep breath and look over at Ghost, hoping he'll see reason. He pauses for a bit to take a good look at you and for a minute you think you're in the clear. He's for sure going to see how pathetic you are and let you go. You're nothing compared to the Lieutenant and his sergeant. The best thing you can do now is get out of their sight (and these clothes).
You wait with bated breath as Ghost leans real close to your face. He pauses. His breath hits your face. It takes everything in you to not take in a deep breath. Jesus, you're pathetic.
"You staying would make this night a whole lot better," he admits. Soap enthustiastically shakes his head.
"Please, bonnie, stay with us." You hesistate for bit. There's no way they want you to stay. You take a good look at both and try to catch a trace of pity in their eyes. But instead of pity, you find deep and honest admiration.
"I guess a few more drinks won't hurt."
Maybe this is enough.
Word Count: 1203
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Author's note: Ya'll I'm so sorry for the delay. In summary, I got a job in corporate and DAMN they're making me earn my paycheck. Don't worry, I surprisingly enjoy the work but still, it takes me away from writing. But I'm trying to figure out a better work-life balance so I can write more! I hope y'all enjoyed this!
Summary: After getting to know you, the newest member of the 141, Simon "Ghost" Riley and Johnny "Soap" MacTavish realize that they want you. However, will the two be successful in reeling you in?
Tags: Ghoap x Fem!POC!Reader; Reader is a Soldier; Angst; Miscommunication/Lack of Communication; Insinuated Infidelity; In-World Typical Violence; Injuries; Bad Military Representation; Self-degradation; more as the story progresses
notice how samira mohan was more emotionally drained at the end of this season than she was in season 1 after dealing with 100 gunshot victims at once. such is the power of an evil white man.
hey guys why do dana, langdon, duke, abbot, etc. all get to have heart to hearts with robby and really genuinely confront him about his issues and be portrayed as his close friends and equals meanwhile javadi is seeking approval from him(???) and mohan is apologizing to him(???) and al-hashimi gets her confidence absolutely shaken by him. like hey guys. why is the writing like that. what's different about javadi and mohan and al-hashimi do you think
rocky's crew dying from radiation exposure, something humans go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of and ryland's crew dying in their "sleep" with nobody watching, something eridians go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of. cool book that is easy to read through your tears.
Johnny- Part 2 - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x POC!Fem Reader
Warnings: angst; part 2 of this; feelings of betrayal; hurt/comfort
Note: does this make sense? I don't know but i had fun
Johnny…
Johnny with a woman…
Johnny with a pregnant woman…
Johnny with a pregnant woman who thinks you're just a friend…
Johnny who ignored you that night.
How can you be so stupid? All the signs were right there. A handsome guy who can only meet you during the day, exactly when everyone else, especially a pregnant partner, is busy. That should have been enough to ring the alarm. Actually, scratch that! Him being military should have made you run to the hills. But no, you were too enthralled by his baby blue eyes to even think clearly. (When has blue eyes ever been a good thing?!)
After finding out about Johnny's very pregnant partner, you blocked Johnny on everything. You didn't even bother waiting for him to say anything. You couldn't believe it that you were someone's mistress. Yes, you didn't know but that doesn't change the fact that you slept with another woman's man… a pregnant woman's man.
Oh that poor woman! Your heart ached for her. She looked so happy next to Johnny. She's probably excited about having a child with a supposed good man. While she's going to pre-natal appointments and buying baby clothes, the father of her child is out in the streets canoodling with a dumb ass who is too desperate for attention to realize what's going on.
For the first week post-heartbreak (if you can call finding out your "relationship" was never real heartbreak), you consider unblocking Johnny to somehow find this woman and tell her what happened but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Assuming that you can get that information out of Johnny, how are you going to tell a mother-to-be that the father of her child is a cheating bastard? You don't know her. What if she reacts badly and hurts you or, worst, herself? So instead, you decide to hope and pray that karma does her job. And to ease your conscious, you vow to tell her if you ever run into her again.
Which you know is a cop-out since the likelihood of running into her again is extremely low. You all live in a fairly big city.
Or at least you thought until now as see her looking over the tomatoes at your local grocery store.
What the fuck! Jesus. You have to stop assuming things. It just makes an ass out of you and still you.
Despite every cell in your body urging you to run away, you linger. You couldn't understand why Johnny would even cheat on her. She's beautiful. Her brown hair somehow glows under the florescent lights and even her blue eyes, despite just looking at some overripe tomatoes, shine with a sense of warmth and familiarity. She looks so nice. How could Johnny betray her? How could he betray both of you?
Unfortunately, you're so caught up in your staring that you don't catch Johnny's very pregnant partner looking your way until it's too late. You quickly look away but to your misfortune, she recognizes you and decides to say hello.
"Hey you," she announces as she slowly moves her shopping cart towards you. Her smile makes you uneasy. "Johnny's friend, right?"
You just nod. You're going to have a heart attack. No. You need to have a heart attack right now. You have to get out of this conversation some way some how.
Extending her hand, she introduces herself as Emma. You timidly take it and share your name which earns you a very excited glee from the brunette.
"Sorry. I'm just so happy that I ran into you. I've been wanting to meet you since that night." You're sure that Emma can see the sweat running down your face. She inches her face closer to yours and, in a low voice, says, "and between woman-to-woman, I'm so glad he made a friend. I was starting to get worried. I can only entertain him for so long, you know?"
What? You can't help but gape at the woman. So she's okay with the father of her child sleeping with another woman? Emma doesn't miss the way your eyes flick between her face and stomach.
"Oh this?" She jumps and rubs her stomach. "Yeah, I mean look at me. I really can't so much these days." Your stomach churns at her excuse. You open your mouth to say something but she keeps going. "I know Johnny wants to help but at the end of the day, I just want to see my little brother happy."
What kind of white people shit is this? Wait… did she say brother?
Before you have a chance to react, you hear a familiar voice.
"Found those nasty cookies you've been craving," Johnny announces with a flat voice. You freeze. You consider making a run for it, but it's too late.
Johnny practically yells your name as soon as his eyes fell upon your figure. He quickens his pace to reach you and Emma, eyes wide, terrified that you'll disappear before he reaches you. "You're here?" He asks mostly to himself.
You remain silent. What do you even say? Hey you, just having a chat with your pregnant girlfriend… or sister?
Thankfully, Emma breaks the impromptu staring contest between you and Johnny as she brings Johnny up to speed. "I was just telling your friend here how badly I want to see you, my little brother, happy." Johnny's eyes furrow as his gaze bounces between Emma and you as the gears in his head start to move. He does this for a few seconds when suddenly
"Ooooh!" He loudly groans. He looks at you and starts, "yes, this is my sister, my older sister, my older sister who is pregnant with another man's child who sadly—"
"That'll do."
You just nod as you take all of this information in. "So she isn't your girlfriend?" Johnny and Emma immediately gag at that and vehemently deny it. You nod and continue, "so why did you say I'm just a friend? I thought I… we were more than that."
Johnny drops his head in shame and stammers for an answer. He struggles until…
"Because of me," Emma answers. She squeezes Johnny's shoulder before continuing, "my love life is a mess right now, and this eejit here has a tendency of putting others first before himself."
Johnny throws you a sheepish smile. He slowly brings his eyes towards you and echoes his sister's words. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just panicked and when I tried to fixing it, you'd already blocked me."
"And after his fifth trip to the library, I knew something was up. So after some coaxing—"
"It was more of an interrogation." That earns Johnny a smack on the back of his head.
"I realized what this fucker did and decided to help." Johnny's sister gives you a kind smile. "I did my part so now," she announces as she pushes Johnny towards you. "It's your turn."
After stumbling to catch his balance, Johnny takes in a deep breath and looks directly into your eyes. "I'm really sorry bonnie. I never wanted to hurt you. In trying to protect my sister," he looks away to admit to Emma that she never needed his protection before continuing, "I hurt the most beautiful, intelligent, driven woman I've ever met. Do you think you can give me one more chance?"
You let out a small incredulous laugh. You stare at Johnny for a bit before giving him a small nod. A wide smile breaks out on his face. He immediately pulls you in for a hug and thanks you against the crown of your head. You and his sister let out a hearty laugh at his eagerness.
He may be an idiot at times but at least he's your…
Johnny.
Word count: 1,304
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HAPPY HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH! In honor of HHM, here is a one-shot that's been marinating for awhile! Hope y'all enjoy this non-angsty story!
141 x Mexican!Fem Reader - Amor de 5
Summary: You try to hide your relationship with the four soldiers from your very Catholic grandma and nosy cousins.
Tags/Warnings: MDNI; NSFW; Reverse Harem; Spanish Dialogue (with context clues); Catholicism; Family Drama; slight hurt/comfort; not proof-read
Word Count: 4,384
Flying back to Mexico, especially after a long time away, always shifts something in your soul. After months of endless paperwork and meetings, you finally requested for some much needed time off and what better place to recharge than your grandma's house in el pueblo. Just a few weeks away from the military…
questionable morals…
smelly soldiers…
and your four lovers.
As you hail a local taxi, you can't help but feel a little bad. Despite their pleas, you left behind your four lovely boyfriends, Kyle, Johnny, Simon, and John, behind. Not because you didn't want to bring them, God knows how much you want to show off your Mexico lindo to your four lovers, but because you know that your very Catholic grandmother would not approve the idea that her granddaughter is sleeping with four men on rotation… or all together on most nights. So to avoid your dear grandmother from joining your grandfather so soon, you decided to take this much needed break all on your own.
Or that's what you thought you would be doing until you catch the familiar mohawk of your Scottish lover among the crowd.
"A-more!" he yells when he catches your gaze. Yep, that's Johnny.
You scurry to the four eye-catching men with a wide smile on your face. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" you try to scold but you're way to giddy to even be remotely annoyed.
"And be a month away from our girl? Sounds like a suicide mission," John informs. He pulls you in for a hug and presses a firm kiss on your forehead.
You laugh. As soon as John let you go, Kyle immediately grabs you and spins you around which only gives makes you giggles. "So maybe we asked Laswell for a favor and her discretion," Kyle grins. He puts you down and plants a soft kiss against your lips.
In love with his kisses (and really any of their kisses), you try to follow Kyle's lips when he pulls away, but before you have a chance to reconnect, Simon swoops in and lifts you. With his arms under your legs and your arms around his shoulders, you plant various kisses across your gentle giant's face. "Can't just deprive us of this," Simon grumbles.
"Okay, mine turn now!" Johnny whines. You laugh as Simon begrudgingly lets you go. The second your feet touch the ground, Johnny pulls you into a tight hug. However, always one for theatrics, Johnny dips you and kisses you passionately.
You couldn't be happier. You're in your native country with the loves of your life. Why didn't you invite them in the first place?
The nasty look of an passing woman reminds you of your reality. You smack Johnny's chest and ask him to lift you.
"As much as I love to see you guys here," you start. The light in all of their eyes slightly dim. "My grandma might actually die if she catches me snogging all of you."
"Looks like we're rubbing off on her," Kyle jokes.
"I'm being serious. She doesn't know and I'm not ready to break the news to her yet." It's not like you're ashamed of your relationships. Who else is luck enough to say that they're dating four strong, handsome men at the same time? It wasn't shame that haunted you. It's fear. While you're sure that the rest of your family would eventually wrap their head around it, you were the most scared of losing your grandma over this. Losing her would crush you and honestly you're not ready to lose her now that your grandpa has passed away.
"I know love," John starts as he approaches you. He cradles your head and stares at you with eyes filled with love and understanding. "That's why we're here just as teammates."
You can't help but look at them with disbelief.
Johnny gasps in offense. "We were teammates before, you know? Before—"
"The snogging," Ghost finishes. You roll your eyes while your boys laugh.
"What? Think we can't control ourselves?" Kyle playfully accuses.
You stare at the four, gaze alternating between their pretty faces. Knowing that you really have no choice, you groan in admission. "Fine pero se portan bien, okay?"
The four nod but you can't help but feel like you were walking into a trap.
— — —
"Ahora mijita, cuentame como te va?" your grandma asks as she helps you unpack your suitcase. You can't help but feel like a little girl again. Your grandma has always been your number one fan. Summers in her and your grandpa's house consisted of life lessons without the scalding judgment of your parents. So her checking in on you, despite losing the love her life, really brought you back to simpler days.
You answer earnestly. With work, there's really nothing interesting going in your life. Well besides the fact that you're dating the four men scattered throughout the house but that's a story for another day.
Your grandma scoffs. "Como que nada? Qué de tu equipo? Cuentame de ellos," she asks. You knew she was going to ask about the guys as soon as you two were alone. You didn't miss the eyes she kept throwing at you when she hugged your secret boyfriends.
You laugh at her antic. "Chismosa," you playfully scold her. She smacks you, offended that you would call your own grandmother nosy.
A firm knock interrupts you and your grandma. A reserved John walks in the room.
"Perdón," John apologizes to your grandmother. "Johnny is running to the corner for deodorant. Want to make sure you ladies don't need anything."
After translating John's inquiry to your grandma, she immediately tells you to tell John to stay put. Offended that rodillas, John, and ojitos, Johnny, would even consider doing something for themselves while she's around, your grandma rushes out the door, determined to give you all ample time to rest.
"I see the resemblance," John jokes. You smack his arm which he playfully groans in pain. "How do you feel?"
"Good, really good," you admit. It feels amazing being back home surrounded by the people you love the most.
John closes the gap between you to gently cradle your face. "I love seeing you so relaxed," he says, his breath hitting the tip of your nose.
"Cálmate." Apparent by John's eyes, he's more than happy to see you so relaxed.
He groans. "Just one kiss to hold rodillas over." You roll your eyes but give in. You need him as much as he needs you.
What starts as a sweet kiss turns nasty as he lays you down the bed and ruts into you as soon as your back hits the mattress.
"John," you gasp as his hardening cock grinds into your eager core. "Please!"
"Please, what?" He jests. John drags his tongue across your exposed neck as he bucks in you, causing you to moan. You rake your nails across his back and arms which makes John groan in delight. Your bed creaks at John's bucking but honestly you don't care. You're obsessed with the way John's tongue tastes against yours. He continues to rut into you until…
"PRIMA!" You push John off who scrambles to get up. He quickly grabs a pillow to cover his eager friend as the scurrying steps of your eldest cousin gets closer and closer. You gasp for air, hoping that you don't look too disheveled. A hope that shatters as soon as she barges through the curtain entrance. Who are you kidding? John's close proximity to you, his red face, and your heaving chest are clear signs that something pre-marital was going on. Signs that she clearly clocked, evident to the sly smirk on her face.
Great, now you have to be careful with your grandma AND nosy cousins.
Hopefully you can keep your hands to yourself around the other three…
— — —
The next morning, after boiling some water in the kitchen, you decide to take a much needed shower. So with a bucket and cup in your hands, you walk outside, careful not to step on any of the recently hatched chickens, to the bathroom.
After closing the metal door behind you, you strip and get to work, pouring cups of warm water over your body. Despite hating this method of showering when you were younger, you now find the repetive motion relaxing. After thoroughly wetting yourself, you drop the cup in the bucket and look for the bar of soap that your grandma had mentioned she left for you when a firm knock interrupted your peaceful wash.
"Quién es?"
"Simon." You hate the way your pussy fluttered at hearing your lover's voice. You move towards the door and ease it open, just enough so you can peek your head out. You're about to ask him what he wants when you notice what Simon is wearing… or more the lack of as Simon is standing before the bathroom door with nothing but a towel around his waist. One hand holds a bucket of water while another a plastic bad with what you assume is his clothes.
"Métete," you hiss. He chuckles as he comes in. You peer out once more, praying that no one saw you bring in your nearly naked "teammate" to the bathroom. You lock the door and turn to face him. "What are you doing here?"
He just smiles. "You forgot a towel." You groan. Only he can make something endearing hot. You roll your eyes and extend a hand out, asking him to give it then.
He takes a step forward and smirks. "Grab it," he announces. He juts out his hips, egging you to take the towel off of him.
Unable to resist him, you take a step forward and run your fingers where the towel meets his waist. He groans at the sensation. After teasing him for a bit, you firmly grab the towel and pull it off, showcasing him in all his glory. You try to scurry off but he grabs you and pulls you in for a kiss. Against your lips, he asks to join you.
"Fine," you sigh, "but control yourself." He chuckles and ushers you towards the drain. And in the greatest show of self control, you both help wash the other. He pours water over you and you pour water over him until he's thoroughly wet. Even when the soap is out, Simon lathers your naked body with soap without his hands lingering or wandering too far. He was a perfect gentleman.
After gently drying the other, you both change and make your way out of the bathroom. You feel so close to your man that you fail to realize your middle cousin lingering by the bathroom.
"Estaba adentro contigo?" she hisses. Fuck. You ignore her question and continue walking towards the house with Simon by your side. "Zorra!"
Now that got your attention.
You pass your things to Simon and push him forward. He begrudgingly leaves you as he knows you don't take being called a whore lightly.
"Sola una de nosotras aquí tiene un hijo con un hombre casado y no soy yo," you bite back. Your cousin gasps, shocked that you would bring up your nephew and his scandalous conception. "Así que si yo fuera tú, me callaba." Offended by your gall to speak to her in such a way, your cousin just scoffs and runs off.
Great. Your oldest cousin thinks something is going on between you and John, and now this one thinks something is for sure going on between you and Simon.
Puta madre.
— — —
For obvious reasons, you ask Kyle to stay back and help you and your grandma with lunch. God knows that if any of the other three try to help, everyone is starving. So while John, Simon, and Johnny fold some laundry that your grandma had conveniently washed, you, Kyle, and your grandma get to cooking. You cut and Kyle stirs while your grandma directs your and Kyle's every movement.
"Dejame que te enseño," she demands as she takes the knife away from your hand to show you a better way to cut. You let her as there's no point on fighting her on this for a fourth time. Kyle laughs at the antics and calls you over.
"Here try this." He brings the wooden spoon towards your mouth which you gladly take. You groan in delight. Kyle smiles and asks if you think he's ready to get married then. You bump your shoulder into his and roll your eyes at the joke. He laughs which only gets your grandma's attention.
"Esta guapo, no?" she says without ever taking her eyes off the cutting board. Kyle bites his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a laugh. While Kyle may not speak it, he for sure understands a lot more Spanish than he lets on. You learned that the hard way.
"Abue," you groan. She chuckles and gives you a look.
"Soy vieja, mija, no ciega," she informs, her eyes crinkling with her smile. She sets the knife down and makes her way towards Kyle. She nudges him to the side and tastes the food. She hums and announces that it's missing something, something that she conveniently doesn't have and thus needs to go down to the tiendita and buy. You don't even have a chance to fight her on it when she swiftly grabs her monadero and makes her way towards the door. However, before she leaves, she reminds you that she would like to be her bisnietos or great grandchildren before she passes away. You can't help but laugh at her antics.
As soon as she walked out the door, Kyle hugs you from behind. His arms hang over your shoulders as he nuzzles his head against yours. He hums against your ear before asking, "so do you think I'm handsome too?"
You laugh and turn around so now you're facing him. "What do you think?" you ask before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He smiles and presses a gentle kiss on your lips. You stare at each other for a bit, both enamored by how quaint this felt.
Kyle presses a quick kiss on your forehead and says, "you know, it would be fucked up if we don't give abue what she wants?"
"And what's that?"
"A baby." Before you have a chance to say anything, Kyle lifts you up from your thighs and places you on top of the kitchen counter. You squeal his name and ask him what's he doing. "Making your grandma happy… duh!" And with that, Kyle gets to work. He immediately captures your lips as he caresses your bare legs and thighs.
You, at first, try to push him off but the second his hand went up your dress, you were a goner. You kiss back with as much desperation. It's been awhile since you've had Kyle like this and you are not going to waste it.
As soon Kyle broke the kiss for air, you immediately latched your lips on his neck, alternating between kissing and sucking on his soft skin. Kyle groans and in retaliation, he slips two fingers down your underwear.
"Kyle!," you gasp against his neck. "What if she sees?"
He chuckles. "She'll probably be pleased we're getting a head start." However, before the real fun can begin you both hear the front door opening accompanied with an unfamiliar voice. It yells for your grandmother or more specifically her wallet.
"Viejilla! Me prestas unos barros!" You push Kyle off as your cousins voice grows louder and louder. Thankfully, you had just smoothed out your dress when your cousin appeared in the kitchen.
"Y tú que haces aqui?" he asks all accusatory.
Still perched on the counter, you bark back, saying you're here to actually spend time with your grandma. "No como otros."
Your cousin scoffs at the accusation. He glares at you first before turning his attention to Kyle who happens to be hunched over the counter, unable to turn around without an extra appendage demanding for some attention. Your cousin, unfortunately not as stupid as he looks, puts two and two together and laughs.
"No mames," he cries out. Embarrassed that yet another cousin as caught you with one of your boyfriends, you tell him to keep his mouth shut. Which he happily agrees to… for 100 pesos.
Chingada madre.
— — —
With three different cousins breathing down your neck, threatening to reveal your various secrets to your grandma, you were close to your breaking point. That's why at the break of dawn, Johnny snuck in your room and woke you you for a early morning hike across the cerro.
"Almost there, a-more," he cheers as he pulls you from your hand. If there's one thing about Johnny is that he will always make sure you're okay.
After a few more steps, you make it to the top of the cerro. You can't help but gasp at the view of your grandmother's town. It's amazing how your whole world can be summed up to various colorful buildings of varying sizes. You excitedly point out the iglesia, the plaza, your grandma's house, and really any other place you could recognize to your boyfriend. You go on for a few minutes until you feel a gentle tug at your hand. You look down and see a smiling Johnny kneeling on a blanket. Without you even realizing it, while you rambled on the town's layout , Johnny had set up a cute breakfast for the two of you. You immediately crouch down and pull Johnny in a tight hug.
"Thank you," you whisper in his ear before pressing a small kiss under it. Johnny purrs and tells you it was no problem.
After handing you a concha, you and Johnny enjoy a peaceful breakfast under the rising sun. While enjoying your sweet bread, the only thing you can think is how lucky you are. Not only are you dating one amazing guy, but you have the privilege to date four amazing men at the same time. If only you could show off this love to your family…
As soon as you finished your own bread, you peer over to see sugar remnants all over Johnny's mouth. He catches you staring and asks if something is on his face. Instead, of answering, you grab his head and move it near your own until it was close enough for you to lick the sugar off his skin.
Johnny chuckles. "If you're still hungry, we can go down and buy some more."
You hum and stop to stare at his eyes. The only thing you're hungry for is your beautiful Scottish lover. "Mmm, la única cosa que quiero en mi boca es tú." And with that admission, you climb in Johnny's lap, which he happily lets, and press your lips against his.
Instead of his normal fervor, Johnny kisses you back softly. With one hand on the back of your head and the other at your waist, Johnny rhythmically moves his lips against yours. You try rocking yourself against his lap, but every time you tried, Johnny gripped at your waist, urging you to enjoy the moment.
This sensual make-out session goes on for a few minutes until the sudden rustling of a bush jolts your nerves. You and Johnny immediately stop to look at the source. Your blood runs cold when you catch your nephew crawling out a bush.
Unbeknownst of what was going on, your nephew runs towards you in joy after seeing you. You climb off Johnny's lap and catch the young boy as he throws himself in your arms.
"Tía!" he yells. He snuggles in your stomach and exclaims how happy he is to see you, especially since his mother, your cousin, forbade him from seeing you. You ask him why. "Porque dijo que eres una zorra!" He happily informs you.
Johnny holds back a laugh which earns him a pointed look from you.
"Y donde esta tu mama?" you ask back bitterly.
"Con mi abuela. Ella y mis tíos van a hablar con mi abuela sobre algo importante," What could all your cousins need to talk to your grandma abo—?
"Johnny, lets go!"
— — —
Unfortunately for you, as soon as you and Johnny arrived back to your grandma's house, your three cousins are walking out of her house with the widest smiles on their faces. The mother of your nephew takes her son out of Johnny's arms and huffs at you.
"Aver si sigues siendo la favorita, zorra," she hisses before walking away. You turn back to the door, feeling light-headed all of a sudden. Thankfully, Johnny comes up to your side and holds you from your shoulders.
"Hey, everything is going to be alright. She loves you." He kisses your forehead and nudges to the door. You look back and ask him to bring the others. If this is going to happen, you want to introduce them correctly before she shuns you out.
You enter the house and immediately see your grandmother sitting on the couch. You take in a deep breath and slowly make your way towards her.
"Buenos días," you say. Your voice soft and tense. Fuck, you're not ready to lose her. She pats the seat next to you and throws you a soft smile. You take a seat but avoid her gaze as you instead opt to look at TV.
"Tus primos pasaron." You agree and mention how you saw them walk out of the house before arriving.
"Y me dijeron algo chistoso." You just hum. You know what funny thing they just told her. "Mi dijeron que el lunes andabas besuqueando a rodillas, el martes te bañaste con Símon, y el miercoles te estabas comiendo al bonito." As soon as your grandma finished going over every thing you did with John, Simon, and Kyle, Johnny walks in the house with those three behind him. You turn to look at them, eyes wide in fright. They all stop right before entering the space, unsure whether their presence will do you any good.
One of your grandmother's course hands gently grasps your hand, forcing you to bring your attention back to her. She asks you what's going on. You look back at your men one last time and throw them a small smile before telling her the truth.
That you're dating John Price, Simon Riley, Kyle Garrick, and John Mactavish. That these four men managed to worm their ways in your heart and instead of making you chose, they decided to share you. And although it was a little awkward at first, you really couldn't be happier since you have four amazing men who cherish you.
"Y sé que no es normal, pero los amo," you admit. You even tell her how you never planned on telling her and that the only reason why your cousins found out was because you couldn't hold back your love for them. That you understand that your grandma might not approve but dammit, you love them.
After your emotional spiel, you pull your hand away and drop your head. Any minute now your grandma is surely going to kick you out. Any minute now.
But instead of kicking you out, she commands your four lovers to come in and take a seat. The four men rush in with Johnny taking the space right next to you on the couch, Kyle the seat next to your grandma, John the coffee table, and Simon the arm of the couch closet to Johnny. Your grandma looks at the four men and asks them whether they love you.
"Yes."
"Mmhm."
"Sí"
"Es la amor de mi vida."
You feel your face heat up with John's, Simon's, Kyle's, and Johnny's responses. Your grandma hums. A small smile appears on her face.
"Que suerte tienes mija." You gasp. You were not expecting your grandma to call you a lucky girl. "Tienes que dar unos consejos a tus primas. Dios sabe que no se están volviendo más jóvenes." Or that she'd ask you to help your cousins with their love lives. Your boyfriends laugh while you just gawk at her.
"No estas enojada?" Your grandma tilts her head and asks why you think she would be mad. You bring up the Church but are quickly interrupted by your grandma's laughing.
"Mija, lo único que quiero es que alguien te ame y te respete. Y parece que tienes a cuatro," she starts. You tear up at her wish. She continues, "la única persona quien nos puede juzgar es Dios. Además, no puedo juzgar. Creo que tu tía es hija de alguien más." You gasp at her confession. She just laughs and shares how her and your grandpa used to have some interesting party with friends when they were young which maybe or maybe not resulted in a pregnancy… or two.
Johnny and Kyle laugh at your grandmother's revelation while you, John, and Simon groan at the fact. Your grandma, amused by her memories, gets up and grabs her little cart for mandado.
"Y usted donde va?" After such a revelation, you can't believe she's going to the mercado right now. She pats John on his back and announces how she'll be gone all day in case anyone needs to do certain things without an old lady around.
You gasp. "Abuela!" This is much worse. You would have preferred if she had kicked you out.
"He visto cómo te miran. Esto es por tu propio bien. Con cuatro, estoy segura que te cansas."
"Te sorprenderías," Johnny answers which earns him a firm smack on the neck from Simon.
Your grandma laughs and leaves you with your four lovers. You groan and drop your head in your hands. "She's going to be the death of me." Your lovers laugh.
Johnny scoots closer to you and presses a firm kiss on your head. "I told you everything would be fine."
"Who knew abuela was such a freak?" John mutters.
"And abuelo too," Kyle adds. You groan again at the reminder.
As you bring your face out of your hands, you feel a familiar body kneel before you. "Simon, what are you doing?"
With the straightest face, Simon says, "following your grandma's advice."
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