I feel like Simon is the type of guy who would use dish soap in the shower because it’s cheap, versatile, and a single large jug lasts him a pretty long time. Besides, if it’s good enough for the plates he eats off of, it’s good enough for his hair right?
Or at least that’s what he said the first time you stayed the night at his place. You looked at him with a mix of disgust and disbelief.
“You can’t be serious…”
Your eyebrow is quirked and your lips parted as you searched for words. Simon just looked down at you where you stood beside him a towel draped over your arm.
Both of you stood in front of his shower. A large jug of dish soap propped up in the corner with a loofah hanging from the faucet. It was a sad sight.
You and Simon had only been seeing each other a short while, but this certainly wasn’t going to do if you planned to make this a regular thing.
Within the hour you were at the store leading Simon, who pushed the cart, down the toiletry aisles. By the time you got back to Simon’s place he was hauling bags of shampoos, conditioner, body soaps, lotions, scrubs, face wash, and of course a new shower caddy to hold it all.
He didn’t seem to mind that you were making a space for yourself here so soon and even suggested you shower together after getting everything put away.
“So, you can show me the proper was to use all this stuff.”
But, his smirk told you he was just using that as an excuse.
Stepdad!Price x fem!reader
Description: Price and reader try to take advantage of a quiet morning.
Genre/Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, CW: Stepcest, 18+, MDNI, stepdad!Price x stepdaughter!reader, fem!reader, stepcast!141, poly!141, Taboo, smut, fingering, dark romance, daddy kink, edging, age gap, porn with semi plot, explicit, series, reader and price are interrupted
WC: 823
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**AN This is part one of a new series I am working on and my first time experimenting with writing something more... Socially niche? unacceptable? Anyway, let me know if I'm missing tags. Enjoy!🤓
P.S. Not that I should have to say this but, I do not condone or encourage these acts. This is purely fiction and intended as entertainment only.
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It's early morning. The sun is starting to peek over the horizon, and a soft blue glow creeps through your blinds.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts up the stairs. It must be your stepfather, Price, getting ready for the day.
Despite it being the summer, the wooden floorboards are cold beneath your feet. You pad quietly down the steps, wearing an old pair of shorts and a tee shirt. The shorts ride a bit higher now than they did when you first bought them a few years ago.
As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, you spot Price leaning over the sink, his back to you, looking out the window as he waits patiently for his coffee.
You lean over the counter on the other side of the island, smirking.
"Mornin'."
Your voice cuts through the silence. Price's head whips around. His expression softens when he sees you, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
Price greets, pushing off the sink and turning toward you.
"Sleep well?"
You shrug in response.
"The boys still asleep?"
Price nods.
"And mom?"
You ask as you step around the counter, letting him get a better view.
"Gone for the weekend."
He replies, voice low, almost amused. His eyes roam over your body, lingering just a bit too long. You hum and use your arms to pull yourself up on the cool granite countertop.
"That's a nice little outfit you've got on."
His gruff accent coming out breathier than intended.
"You like it?"
Price ran a hand over the stubble on his chin, eyes slowly dragging down your bare legs.
"Very much."
He murmurs, stepping in between your parted thighs. His hands settle on either side of you, his usual cheeky smile on his face.
You lean in, your breath ghosting over his ear as you whisper,
"I've got nothing on underneath."
His brow lifts in surprise, intrigued.
"Really... Nothing at all?"
You shook your head, smirking.
"Naughty girl."
Price mutters, his eyes darkening.
"I'm sorry, Daddy... It’s just been so long."
You whine, jutting out your bottom lip in a playful pout.
"I know, baby."
He inhaled sharply, pressing his body flush to yours. His arms wrap around you and pull you forward. It had been quite a while since you were this close to him. You missed this, the tension in his muscles and the warmth of his body.
"You've been so patient for me."
He says softly. One of his large hands slips down between you. Momentarily gripping the fat of your thigh before sliding beneath the hem of your shorts.
"Be a good girl and keep quiet for me. Yeah?"
His words hit you like a spark. The nerves flip to arousal, pulsing low in your core. You nod eagerly.
Prices thumb finds your entrance, gliding through your slick before circling your clit with ease. You bite back a whimper, leaning back on your palms against the cool countertop. Your knees, mindlessly falling open wider.
"So needy, sweetheart."
Price chuckles, dipping his head down to your neck. He lightly trails kisses down to your collarbone, leaving a few soft bites. A sharp gasp escapes your lips. Price presses a calloused hand over your mouth.
A moan vibrates across his palm as two thick digits slide into the tight walls of your soaked entrance.
The wet sound fills the kitchen. You let out a shaky breath, rocking your hips forward in search of more. Price chuckles, his hungry gaze falls between you, watching you ride his fingers. The bulge in his pajama straining harder at the sight.
"You're so damn beautiful like this."
His gaze climbs to yours. You reach a soft hand forward, hooking your fingertips in his waistband and lightly tugging his hips forward.
His eyes brighten with lust, and a low grunt escapes him, followed by an amused chuckle.
"Oh? You want more, do you, sweetheart?"
He asks. His hand drops from your mouth and cups the back of your neck, capturing your pretty lips in a sweet kiss.
"So desperate. Don't worry, baby. Daddy's gonna take good care of you."
His fingers pick up pace as you cling to the edge. White knuckles clawing at the granite. Heat vibrates through you, building fast, core tightening as you near your release.
"You've been so good, so patient, sweetheart."
Price murmurs into your neck, suckling on the soft skin. But before you can fall over the edge, footsteps thunder down the staircase.
Price jerks back immediately.
"Dammit."
He hisses. Turning to casually pour himself a cup of Coffee.
You sit up straighter, quickly crossing your legs as Gaz rounds the corner, oblivious, and mildly surprised to see anyone else awake.
"Oh! Good morning."
He says.
You offer him a small smile, eyes flicking toward the back of Price's head. The ache between your thighs is still persistent.
Too late now. You'd have to wait for another time.
☁ alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh s.mut, genshin impact
☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her. alhaitham delays your orgasm for 5 days whilst kaveh is away. poly and established relationship. bits of alhaitham x reader and alhaitham x kaveh before the finale alhaitham x reader x kaveh. orgasm delay and denial (you cum at the end dw!!), alhaitham calls you his cumdump and cocksleeve, thigh-fucking (haitham), toys (just for a bit), overstimulation, oral (both m and f receiving), slight cervix bumping, slight choking, double penetration, slight dacryphilia, creampie, slight cumplay. alhaitham uses cameras to keep watch on u. there’s a alhaitham x kaveh shower sex section. alhaitham is mean at first but he loves you. kaveh is so sweet. they’re both very sweet at the end, they both use pet names: baby, love, pretty. aftercare at the end!!
☁ 6.k words. A/N: my pussy created this. also this is basically alhaitham delays readers orgasm and then both him and kaveh console u w sex LMAO /lh.
You agree to Alhaitham’s little game for the five days Kaveh is away, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.
Five days of no orgasms doesn’t sound that hard, really. You’ve got plenty of work to do, and a week won’t kill you.
But what Alhaitham failed to mention, was what he would do during that time. Because Alhaitham didn’t say anything about his own orgasms.
His smart and perverted ass set up a high-definition camera in the bedroom. So he could watch you, make sure you’re behaving, even when he’s not home. And for the first two days, you thought he might take pity on you and let you cum if you begged hard enough, begged pretty enough. His tongue swipes against your clit over and over again, fingers pressing deep into your cunt. And you ask oh-so-nicely if you can cum, tears falling down your face.
But he only plays with you long enough to get you slick, dripping, for his own cock to slide into you, his hands spreading you from behind to watch himself sink in.
He’s careful about it, pressing your face against the pillows, forcing your back to arch as he pounds into you. He’s careful to make sure your clit isn’t touched, that he’s maximizing his own pleasure whilst minimising yours. You sob as he cums inside of you, spent. And then he cleans you up like normal, takes you into his arms like normal, before falling straight to sleep next to you.
It takes hours for the throbbing of your cunt to subside. You look down at the camera at the bottom of the bed. You don’t dare disobey him, because if there’s anything you know, it’s that his punishments come even harsher.
You find out that there’s cameras in the bathroom and the office the first time you try to touch yourself, try to misbehave. You look at the showerhead and think about how good the pressure would feel, your hands sliding between your legs for not even two minutes before the Akasha terminal on the bathroom counter starts ringing.
Fuck, you think, before wiping your ear and putting on the device.
“What did I say about touching what’s mine?”
Alhaitham’s voice is rough with a dangerous edge, both making your stomach drop and your pussy even wetter. You swallow down your arousal with apologies.
By the third day, he doesn’t even need to prep you, really. It takes seconds of his hands pressing against your cunt when he gets home before you start to slick against his fingers, like your body remembers how long it’s been, what’s required of it.
He smirks at the touch. Makes it easier for him to slide into you for the night, holding one of your thighs up as you lie on your side.
“Just a little cumdump for me, aren’t you?” You moan against his cheek, your head falling back on his shoulder, your legs shivering as his pace gets faster.
“My precious little cocksleeve, taking my cock so well.” His voice drops low, breath ghosting over your ear. It takes everything in you to keep your hands to yourself. He presses deeper into you, fingertips gripping your thigh harder.
“This is what you’re made for, isn’t it? Ah, fuck.” You think it might be worse listening to him, hearing him get closer and closer to a climax that you will never reach. You moan wantonly anyways, crying into his neck.
“This pretty pussy’s just for me, wet and aching just for me,” he kisses your neck, “makes me cum every time. Fuck, baby, m’gonna cum.” He fucks you hard, your heartbeat erratic in your chest, your thighs clenching together, your walls shaking as it milks his cock.
He takes a sharp intake of breath and cums, his movements slowing but not stopping, taking in his minutes of satisfaction, ropes of white spilling inside of you, before he relaxes.
You swear it would only take one swipe against your clit to make you cum, and he seems aware of that too as he cleans you up, wet towel wiping your whole body first so your pussy can calm down before he gets to it, carefully cleaning up the mess he made.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” he tells you lovingly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“H-Haitham,” you sob, breath hitching, “I-I wanna…”
“I know, love,” Alhaitham coos, petting your hair, “when Kaveh gets home, we’ll all give each other some love. Think you can wait until then, baby?”
You nod into him, letting him make the decisions. Because you know, in the end, he’s always taken care of you.
-
On the fourth day, Alhaitham comes home late, at 2AM in the morning. You’ve been busying yourself with work all day, and you’re fast asleep, your lips pursed cutely, your cheeks smushed by the pillow.
You look so sweet, he feels his cock hardening in his pants. He just has to ruin you again tonight.
He goes to touch between your legs and smiles, glad to find you’re still wet. He’s had his own fill of orgasms from torturing you everyday, so he figures even when you’re asleep, you can help make his dick hard again, can’t you?
“That’s what you’re made for, isn’t it, baby? To take my cock whenever I want?” he whispers to no one.
He pets your hair, removing your soaked panties and replacing them with his own cock between your legs, sliding against your wet cunt and thighs. Archons, he thinks he could get off just from this, his jaw clackens as he gets his cock coated with your wetness, the soft skin of your thighs inviting him in.
“You’re so pretty,” he can’t help but mutter, even though you can’t hear him. You’re moaning quietly in your sleep, like you know without really knowing. He opens up the button-down you’re wearing, your skin shining under the moonlight, breasts bouncing with every thrust he makes between your thighs.
“H-Haitham…” you whimper into the night, not fully awake, making him even harder. He squeezes your thighs hard, pushing them together tighter.
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He leans his body over you, breath ghosting over your ear, hair tickling your cheek. “You just rest, okay? You can- oh – you can go back to sleep. It’s okay.”
The first thing you notice is how warm and hard he is. You’re aware of how wet you are and at the same time sleep beckons to you. You wrap your arms around him, drifting in and out of consciousness for while, but moaning and whimpering his name all the same.
Alhaitham kisses you on the cheek, his nose bumping into yours. “Yeah, love. Gotta rest up before Kaveh gets back. Ahh, fuck, your thighs are so soft, your pussy’s leaking all over me. Got you all worked up and I’m not even inside you, huh?”
Your hand wraps into his hair at the nape of his neck, your back arching into him like it might grant you some kind of stimulation. You tense your thighs shut, squeezing his cock, and roll your hips up towards him, making him groan.
“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His cock moves past your folds again and again in long strokes, from the head all the way to the base. You whine at him for more, more, until he’s gripping the headboard, taking sharp intakes of breath through gritted teeth.
“I’m gonna come,” his voice catches between groans, hot breath puffing against your cheek. You feel his cock throb between your legs. His body tenses as he releases over your thighs, white spurts between your legs joining your slick that’s dripped down until he’s spent.
You whine up at him, holding him tighter like it’ll take away the ache between your legs. He holds you softly, lovingly, despite the torment he’s causing.
“You were so good to me, love. You’re so good,” he kisses the top of your head, uncharacteristically uncaring for the mess still between you both for the time he takes to console you.
-
On the fifth day, you try and busy yourself with work, because all you can think about is Kaveh coming home.
But Alhaitham isn’t that nice, of course. You should’ve known it, should’ve seen it coming.
Your hands are tied to either corner of the bed, courtesy of Alhaitham making sure you’re spread open before he goes to pick Kaveh up. He leaves a very small, unsatisfactory vibrator inside of you before he goes. But after the week you’ve had, it’s enough to keep you wet, waiting for them.
Kaveh is greeted with the prettiest sight in the world when he enters the bedroom.
“Hi, pretty,” he coos, eyes wandering down your body and back up. You mutter a soft “welcome home” as he kisses your forehead, moving your hair back.
“Alhaitham and I are just gonna get freshened up, okay? And then we’ll be right with you.” Kaveh smiles soft and easy, his fondness making you relax as Alhaitham removes the toy from you, wiping it down with a wet towel.
“Awh, you kept her slick just for me?” Kaveh kisses your cheek, gently pressing his hand on the inside of your knee to see the mess you’ve made.
“Let’s get in the shower. Don’t want you to get your travel germs on the bed.” The toy is cleaned and put back in the drawer, and Alhaitham pushes Kaveh by the waist into the bathroom.
-
You think if you didn’t want Alhaitham so badly in this moment, you might punch him.
Because of course they’re having shower sex, and of course they’re being so goddamn loud.
Alhaitham presses Kaveh’s front against the shower wall, the cold shocking him for only a split second before behind even more shocked at the sight behind him. Alhaitham gets on his knees, pressing kisses to both sides of his rear, licking at the warm skin there.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh pants, the shower water only an afterthought as Alhaitham’s tongue draws closer to his hole. “Oh, fuck. In the mood to spoil me, love?”
Alhaitham’s hand runs against the underside of Kaveh’s cock, making him shiver. “Moan louder, let her hear it.”
“Oh, is that what this is about?” Kaveh’s voice lilts teasingly, but it’s all the response he can manage before Alhaitham laps into his rim, pumping Kaveh’s cock at the same time. The shout Kaveh yells is almost real, his hands fisting against the shower wall.
“Oh, fuck!” Kaveh’s voice echoes off the shower walls and into the bedroom. “Your tongue feels so good!”
His tongue? You thrash against the sheets, moaning in tandem. How long has it been since you’ve felt that sensation? Alhaitham has always been methodical about it, observant, persistent licks over and over. And Kaveh has always been an artist, describing his situation so picturesque between moans. You can imagine it so clearly, the way Alhaitham would rile Kaveh up. The images flash in your mind side by side your fantasies of finally having them both again.
“Fuck, yes, touch me too. Ah, both places at once… it’s so much! Oh, please, more!” If you weren’t so wet right now, you might roll your eyes at how fucking annoying they are. But the sound of Kaveh’s nearing orgasm has your thighs clenching together, frustrated that you’re not allowed to cum and also that he is allowed.
“I-I’m gonna cum, ohh, Haitham. Spoil me more. Yes, right there! Oh, Archons, I-I’m coming,” you ache both in your pussy and your heart. You want to be spoiled, to be satisfied over and over.
You think that’s the end, that they’ll come out and treat you next, until you hear the sudden slap of skin and Alhaitham’s low grunts.
“It’s- it’s so big! Ohh, so sensitive… I think I- oh, harder! I’m gonna cum again!”
You huff as they finish and the showerhead turns off, mild jealousy and questions filling your mind. What if they’re too spent for you now? What if this is your punishment? What if-
The bathroom door opens to reveal your freshly washed partners. Kaveh smiles sheepishly, with Alhaitham smirking behind him.
You think you might cry. Kaveh’s eyes widen, his hands coming to cup your face immediately, and that’s when you realise you are crying. He moves quickly, untying you so that you can wrap your arms around him.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh scolds his lover, who’s now standing very awkwardly next to the bed. “You tortured her too much!”
“You didn’t seem to think it was too much literally 5 minutes ago!” Alhaitham argues back.
“You made her cry!”
“She looks pretty when she cries.”
“Alhaitham!”
Kaveh redirects himself to you. “Shh, shh,” he pets you softly. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here for you now. And we’re gonna treat you so well. Aren’t we, Alhaitham?”
“That was the plan.”
“That is the plan!” Kaveh scowls at the man whose name he moaned 5 minutes ago before lying you down on the bed, his lips coming over yours.
His kisses are pillowy against yours, and you melt into his arms, your heart feels like it’s being put back together again. Alhaitham moves to behind you, stroking your back and moving your hair away from your face, laying kisses on your neck.
“Baby,” Kaveh whispers against your lips, “you’ve been so good. Five whole days like this? Love, you deserve the reward of a lifetime, don’t you think?”
You hug him again, sniffling against him.
“Aren’t you gonna apologize to her, Alhaitham?” Kaveh looks at him notably.
Alhaitham shifts to kiss down your spine, bringing your back flat against the bed once again. Kaveh situates himself with you in his lap, his hands moving over your breasts. Alhaitham mutters something about how “all I do is serve you both” as he spreads your legs, making Kaveh whistle low.
“Oh, baby, you’re still soaked,” Kaveh teases, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. “You get like that just from listening to us, pretty?”
“She gets that from not cumming for 5 days.” Alhaitham responds flatly.
“Tch. If you’re gonna take so long, I’ll get down there and treat her.”
Alhaitham smirks, pressing teasing kisses to your thighs. “She’s gonna cum so fast once I start. Aren’t you, love?”
And you hate knowing he’s right. Your hands grip onto Kaveh’s thighs, panting in response.
“Yeah, baby, you should hold on.” It’s the last sentence Alhaitham says before, gratefully, his tongue laps into your folds.
He moans at the taste immediately, humming against your core. You’re so warm, your pussy already pulsing under his tongue.
It’s heavenly, you think, the way he licks every crevice, cleaning up your slick and adding to it before grazing the tip of his tongue over your clit. You jerk up into him, his hands going to steady your hips.
“Mm. Sensitive, baby?” You can feel his smile against your cunt, his tongue testing the waters again, gently and carefully tapping the tip of it over your clit until the sensitivity becomes you moaning for more.
And he gives it to you, gives you more, all that you’ve been wanting for the last five days. “You were so good for me, love,” he says between kisses, “you took my dick so well everyday, let me use you.”
Kaveh’s mouth comes down to kiss your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks, then moves over your shoulder to lap your breasts, his fingers stroking your nipples. Your back arches, thighs threatening to close, you feel so strung up, breath haste.
“Baby’s getting close, isn’t she?” Kaveh uses his tongue to play with your nipple, bringing you steadily to the peak of your arousal.
“You can cum, love,” Alhaitham tells you, his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you closer, closer to his mouth. Your body shivers, shakes under both their tongues. Alhaitham quickens his tongue over your clit, tight circles with the perfect pressure that make you see stars. Kaveh pulls on your nipple a little harsher, sucking on the other.
It’s too much, you try to tell them between your moans and cries. But then you’re finally cumming, your thighs smushing Alhaitham’s head, though that doesn’t stop him from lapping up everything you have to give him. Your hands grip Kaveh’s thighs hard, and he lets you, continuing to suck and bite at your breasts. It’s an ecstasy you’ve missed for so long, that lasts minutes before your body finally relaxes. Your hands weave into Alhaitham’s hair apologetically.
But it’s not enough, you want another one, and you’re grateful for them because you don’t have to tell them. As soon as you come back to yourself, you realize neither of them have stopped. Your body jerks in oversensitivity, hands failing and grabbing at them.
“W-wait,” you try to tell them, whimpering out their names, “it’s- it’s so sensitive.”
Kaveh gives you a tight squeeze and last little suckle before letting your head lie back on a pillow, moving under your leg to kneel next to Alhaitham between your thighs.
He kisses your thigh softly, as Alhaitham’s tongue starts to slow, looking to build you back up again. Alhaitham spreads your legs wider, to fit both his broad shoulders and Kaveh’s between them. The sight of them both between your legs together has you gripping the sheets, breath coming short.
“We’re gonna give you one more, mmkay?” Kaveh whispers, lips moving up and down your thigh. You nod aimlessly, leaning back.
“Look at us.” Alhaitham demands, and your eyes skim back to them.
Alhaitham’s darkened eyes meet yours as he removes his mouth from your cunt, wiping at your fluids dripping down his chin. “Tastes good,” he comments, admiring your body blatantly, kissing your other thigh.
“Yeah?” Kaveh comes closer to him, and like it’s a meal, has a taste. He moans at the touch of your soft folds against his tongue, the way they quiver slightly.
“Mm, does taste good.” Kaveh plunges his tongue slowly inside of you and back out, his thumbs spreading you slightly, kissing your abused clit.
Alhaitham comes back to join him, and your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening, both their tongues coming to pleasure you simultaneously. You think you might be seeing heaven. Kaveh kitten-licks at your clit, whilst Alhaitham moves to suck on your lower folds, copying Kaveh from before and sliding his tongue inside of you.
“You think you can come one more time for me?” Kaveh asks, smiling against your clit. You mutter a meek yes. Alhaitham replaces his tongue with his fingers, sliding one in before adding another, his head joining Kaveh’s as they lick on either side of your clit together.
Oh, Archons, you think you might faint. They’re not in sync at all, adding to your pleasure, making it so clear that both of them are down there. Kaveh’s licks are faster than Alhaitham’s, whereas Alhaitham’s are more sensual, their tongues brushing against one another. Alhaitham’s fingers curl inside of you, making them hold your body down as you try to move.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” Alhaitham whispers, so softly you almost don’t catch it. Your hands reach down to hold theirs respectively, big hands encasing your own. Kaveh uses his other hand to spread your lips a little wider, to make sure they’re licking every part of your little clit.
Lucky. You’re so lucky. It’s so much. Babbling comes out of your mouth, making them both smile endearingly. Kaveh takes over from your clit, and Alhaitham gets the hint, moving to focus on marking your thighs and moving his fingers, making sure they hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
Kaveh builds you up faster, his tongue rapid and overtaking all your senses. Alhaitham matches his fingers to Kaveh’s pace.
“Look so pretty like this,” Alhaitham switches to licking lightly at your folds around his fingers. “Had to keep you like this all week, just because you’re so pretty.”
“Mm, go ahead, love,” Kaveh tells you. “Cum for us, whenever you’re ready.”
You grind into Kaveh’s mouth, once, twice, and on the third time, you cum again. A wave of pleasure rushes over you, crashing harder than before, your whole body tensing under their spell, tears about to fall. Kaveh looks so pleased, sucking on your clit and licking on it all at once. Alhaitham works you through your orgasm too, his fingers moving inside you relentlessly, only slowing down as your body relaxes.
You watch as Alhaitham removes his fingers from you and Kaveh takes him by the wrist, plopping the fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. Alhaitham’s sharp intake of breath and Kaveh’s greedy look says everything.
“Mm, I love the taste of my lover,” Kaveh grins.
“Get on the bed.” Alhaitham groans through gritted teeth.
“Oh, so bossy~”
Alhaitham opts for grabbing Kaveh by the arm and throwing him on the bed instead. “We’re not done yet.”
Alhaitham crawls over you, smashing his lips against yours to give you the sweetest sloppy kiss. He kisses like a demand for your attention, like only this moment exists.
He finally parts from you, hot breath with a hint of mint, and the energy in the room shifts.
He rubs his hand up and down your arm. “I hope…” he clears his throat, “that we are on our way to making, ah, an adequate apology.”
You wrap your arms around him, smiling and nodding, holding him tight, and Kaveh joins in, hugging you both.
“It’s okay, Haitham,” your voice muffled by their bodies. “Love you. Love you both.”
“Awh, see! She forgives you for all the torment you put her through. What a sweet thing~,” Kaveh pokes your face, making you giggle, and Alhaitham sighs in relief.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes. I love you both. Now!” Kaveh claps, “Could we please get on with the main course? Because I’ve been missing this pussy-”
“Didn’t you guys already…” you joke.
Alhaitham rolls his eyes. “Oh, so us fucking just now wasn’t enough for you?”
“Hey! We all need our… special times! Okay? And you got to fuck her for the last four days! Whereas I was actually working out in the desert! I make the bread, bring it home-”
“But this is Alhaitham’s house.”
“Exactly. Where’s my rent payment? Or are you finally moving out?”
“This again?! And you!” He pokes your forehead, “Don’t side with him! I have been so nice to you. I could’ve let Alhaitham torture you more.”
“Ah, you’re right. Alhaitham, please don’t kick Kaveh out. How are you gonna have his dick if he’s not around?”
“Tch. I think you should both be more grateful that I’m so good at sharing.”
You all laugh together, giggles and kisses that move from innocent to heated. Kaveh grabs your hand and places it on his member, your shock apparent and arousal spiking as you feel him getting bigger in your hand. You wrap your fingers around his wide girth, pumping him gently.
Kaveh smiles alongside your lips at the feeling of your hands, so much smaller than his or Alhaitham’s, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, tongues tangling. Alhaitham kisses and bites your shoulder, his hands wandering all over your body, grabbing at your breasts and your thighs.
“Wanna fuck you so bad, sweet thing,” Kaveh moves to kneel between your legs, never moving his lips too far away from you, always pecking you with more kisses. Without effort, Alhaitham flips you over.
“Oh, is that how we’re doing it?” Kaveh teases, following Alhaitham’s cue and pulling you by the thighs towards the foot of the bed. You’re moved to be on your knees, and Alhaitham repositions himself to sit in front of you, your warm breath skimming over his growing member.
He pets your hair, thumb running over your cheek. “This okay, love?”
You nod, tongue darting out to the slit of his cockhead tentatively, before licking around the head. Alhaitham’s hands press into your hair, pulling you closer but not pushing. He smells like mint and musk, clean and pleasant and thick in your mouth, moans falling off his tongue with whispers of your name.
Behind you, Kaveh takes his time to warm you up, hands rubbing over your rear, grabbing your ass, massaging both globes in his hands. He pulls them apart to look at your glistening cunt, fingers swiping over to make sure you’re ready.
He taps your clit a few times, watching with amusement as slick pools in your cunt in response. “Looks like you’re ready, baby. I’m gonna start.”
His hands smoothen against your back, and you obey immediately, arching for him.
“Good girl,” he remarks, pressing the tip against your wet hole, then teasing away, using it to tap your clit over and over, moving it back again.
“So nice and wet… all for me, huh?” He smirks. “Haven’t even fucked you yet, but you’re dripping over me already.”
You whine around Alhaitham’s cock, and he grips your hair tighter by the roots, panting.
“Ohh, oh fuck,” Kaveh moans as he slides himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, making sure you’re accommodating for him. “Your pussy’s swallowing me in, baby. Miss me that much?”
You nod as best you can, your spit rolling down Alhaitham’s cock, tongue lapping against him. Kaveh presses himself deeper in, bullying his cock into you, and you try your best to focus on Alhaitham, moving to use your hand and letting out a yelp as Kaveh bottoms out.
“Fuuck, Archons, missed this pussy so goddamn much.”
At Alhaitham’s gentle bequest of tapping your cheek, you move back to his member, swiping your tongue over the pretty pearl of pre-cum before wrapping your mouth over his length.
Kaveh sets a slow pace first, savoring the feeling of your walls. “You’re so tight, baby. Feels so good,” he mutters, his grip on your thighs is strong, fingertips pressing in, his pace getting faster, pushing and pulling your body as your mouth continues to suck Alhaitham’s cock.
“Oh,” Alhaitham holds your hair, keeping it out of your face as Kaveh moves you. The shared pace gives some sort of unity, a shared pleasure being controlled by each brutal press of Kaveh’s hips as he crowds around your back, softly kissing your shoulder in contrast.
“This pretty pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she?” Kaveh smiles, voice sweet and words dirty, listening to your muffled whines, his mind clouded by the pure arousal zipping through his veins. His fingers reach around to slip over your clit, and you choke audibly on Alhaitham’s cock, throat constricting in a way that makes him swear under his breath.
“Holy shit,” Alhaitham breathes, “this throat is almost as tight as that cunt of yours.” He smoothens his thumb at the imprint of his cock in your throat, watch as it bobs, eyes flitting back to your face as hot tears fall down your cheeks.
Kaveh laughs, lightheaded as he gets close, evident in the way his breaths quicken and his heart beats rapidly against your back. But to your surprise, he pulls out of you and grabs you by the throat, sliding you off Alhaitham’s cock and turning your head back for a kiss, his tongue swiping behind your teeth and over your tongue. He moves his hands to your thighs, your back pressed against his front, cock still hard. He lifts you easily up in the air and lines up your cunt to Alhaitham’s cock, dripping your own essence as well as his onto Alhaitham’s spit-slick member.
You’re manhandled in the air as Kaveh brings you down over Alhaitham slowly, blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Kaveh smirks as he watches both your reactions, Alhaitham’s mouth dropped in a pretty ‘o’, finally quiet for once in his life.
“Fuck, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s pleasure is barely restrained, hot pants of air interrupting his words, “could you- be going- any slower?” He's barely inside of you, only about two inches in, but the way your slick and spit rolls down his cock has him gripping the sheets.
“Heh, what? Can’t take a little bit of denial?” Kaveh mocks, but obliges, dropping you down the last multiple inches all in one go, your hands reaching out for Alhaitham’s shoulders with a soft scream.
Alhaitham groans, chest rumbling as he grips your sore thighs, his own legs tensing as you cockwarm him, waiting patiently as Kaveh brings a finger to your other hole.
You lean into Alhaitham to give Kaveh more space, the cum you both shared earlier makes it easier for his finger to slide in, carefully opening you up before adding another finger.
“K-Kaveh!” you press your head into Alhaitham’s shoulder, and he holds you tight in his embrace as tears start to form again on your lower lash line.
“Shh, baby. It’ll feel good in just a moment. You know that, don’t you?” Alhaitham runs one hand in circles over your back, the other sliding between you both to tap on your clit lightly, distracting you as Kaveh continues to prep you. Alhaitham almost regrets his actions from the way your walls tighten around him, and then he regrets trying to reposition himself as he shifts inside of you, willing his aching cock to come back down.
“You gotta relax, okay?” Alhaitham opts to wrapping a hand around your neck instead, playing with the constriction there until you look at him all doe-eyed before letting go, inhaling sharply. Kaveh has three fingers inside of you now, and he decides that’s enough as he presses his lubed cock to your hole, the mushroom head sliding in slowly as both him and Alhaitham shush at you lovingly. You hiccup and sob into Alhaitham’s chest at the first inch, so full of them both.
"So much... don't know if it's gonna fit..."
"It'll fit, baby. Just trust us, mmkay?" Kaveh swipes your hair back to kiss your cheek.
“You’re gonna be stuffed with both of us in here, aren’t you, love?” Alhaitham’s soft voice accompanies his hands cupping your face as Kaveh bullies in another inch, whiny moans and swears filling the room.
“Archons, she’s tighter than ever,” Kaveh whispers, and Alhaitham gets it because Kaveh’s dick presses against your walls and your walls tighten around his own member. You don’t know how but you swear your body is making space for the two biggest cocks you’ve ever taken, your back arching as you start to beg Kaveh for more, more. The burn becomes addicting, your mind empty except for them, Alhaitham tensing inside of you, the rise and fall of his chest, Kaveh’s whispers of “just a little more” as he whimpers, his voice shaking as he bottoms out again.
“Baby. Baby, are you okay?” Kaveh asks as Alhaitham sits up again, his back against the wall, watching intently at your tear-streaked face nodding.
“Y-yeah, just- just wanna feel good.” Your hands go over both of theirs.
You think you might die, you think this might be the reason you’re alive, because Alhaitham nods at Kaveh once and they both start to move. You think you scream at times, you’re not sure, but you do know that Kaveh’s whines and Alhaitham’s groans join you. They fuck you at their own respective paces first, sometimes in sync and other times not. You are at times half empty and half full, but you definitely notice when they start to fuck you together, being split open by them, your body craving them the minute they leave and begging for more when they come back.
“It’s- ah- so good,” you tell them, hot breath ghosting over both sides of your body. Kaveh pulls your thighs wider, and you don’t know if it’s the heat or the arousal, but you are much more flexible than you remember.
And then they give you more, Alhaitham moves a hand to grab at your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple, watching the nub harden with each movement, your breasts jumping with each bounce over their laps. He helps Kaveh hold up one of your thighs so that the blonde can press a finger to your clit, and pleasure sparks, the coil of heat inside of you pulling taut.
“Fuck, baby, I feel you tightening around me.” Alhaitham pants. It’s so much more intense with both of them inside you, every squeeze of your cunt brings you all closer together, both their cocks pressing against each other through your thin walls.
“Gonna- oh- make you cum like this,” Kaveh gasps, “wanna feel you cum like this. It’s gonna- fuck- gonna be so tight, so good. Think you can be good for us, love?”
You nod erratically, bouncing over them, there’s so much stimulation, your core throbbing. You can’t even begin to speak, only whines and whimpers leaving your throat.
“Awh. This is what it takes to dumb you out, is it?” Alhaitham smirks despite not faring much better, the head of his cock nestled deep inside you, pace growing faster with each drop and pull of you. Hot arousal spikes through him at the realization that he hears no quip reply from you, your head lolling as you beg for “please, more, please, Haitham, Kaveh”, almost incoherent.
“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t hav’to think about a thing,” Kaveh’s words slur, “just gotta cum whenever you wanna, mmkay?”
You try to tell them you’re close, but you don’t have to. They can tell from the way you’re tightening around them, their hands working in tandem.
It’s like a shock fills your body, a loud whine that turns into a silent scream that leaves you as your whole body tenses and you release. Your only thought is of how full you are, their movements restricted but still riding you through with gritted teeth. They both want to stave off their own orgasms for the minutes your pussy tenses around them, but before long-
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh moans in need, and Alhaitham gets the message, forcing your body up and back down again despite the tight squeeze, and it’s so much stronger, has Kaveh reeling as he chases his own high.
“I’m cu-” Kaveh doesn’t get to finish before his jaw slackens and he spurts into you, painting the inside of you white and stuffing you full of cum, both watching and feeling as it drips down his cock with every squeeze of your tight ass, lengthening his own orgasm. It doesn’t all fit inside of you, but he makes it fit, fucking it back into you. His pretty voice praises you, whines as he kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are.
Alhaitham is only seconds away, groaning something that sounds like your name. His cockhead presses against your cervix as he cums, spilling as deep inside of you as possible. Your walls are still tense around him, your orgasm lasting throughout his as you milk his cock. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squeeze it all out of me,” he whispers, his hot load filling you up, more than he’s ever imagined.
You realize how warm their cum is inside of you as you relax in tandem with them, both your holes filled to the brim and dripping with their seed. Kaveh leans you down over Alhaitham to slowly. pull out first, gasping in overstimulation. He watches a glob of his cum drip out of your gaping hole. He knows he’s greedy as he catches it with his finger, pushing it back inside of you, watching as more of it drips out around his finger.
“S-sensitive,” you whine, “Kaveh, t-thought we were done…”
“Shh, just wanna play with you a little before I clean you up.”
Alhaitham groans above you both, your walls shivering with aftershocks around his still-softening cock. He feels the cum drip down from your ass to your pussy to his own cock, mingling with the slick you and him have created.
Kaveh runs his thumb over your rim before finally letting up, leaning you back on his own front for Alhaitham, kissing you softly.
Alhaitham does the same as Kaveh, sliding with care out of you, frothy white ring still present at the base of his cock. It’s dangerous, he thinks. Makes him possessive over you. He watches, too, at the cum that drips out with his cock, tapping on your clit experimentally only to see more of it slip out of you as your pussy tenses.
“How cute,” Alhaitham smiles sweetly, and Kaveh throws him a wet towel. Alhaitham thanks him with a nod, pressing your sensitive core, Kaveh hushing your whines with kisses between wiping down himself and Alhaitham.
The towels are discarded somewhere, you don’t know and you can’t bring yourself to care with how tired and spent you are, every inch of you aching. They lie down, finally, on either side of you, holding you and each other.
“Welcome home, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s grumbly voice interrupts your thoughts, as he goes to kiss your forehead and then Kaveh’s.
“Thank you, my loves.” It’s the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.
-
It’s evening when you wake up next to a still-sleeping Kaveh, blonde hair caressing his face, his cheek squished against the pillow. He looks angelic in the night. He slowly blinks his eyes open, smiling at seeing you next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
You giggle. “It’s 6PM, babe.”
He rubs his face. “Ohh. Ah, yes, that makes sense.”
You both hear plates being set in the dining room, cutlery clanking against each other and onto a wooden table.
“Archons, he’s not quiet at all,” Kaveh laughs, sitting up and throwing you the first shirt he sees (it happens to be his) and grabbing a set of clothing for himself (it’s Alhaitham’s).
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck. “Shall we?”
Kaveh smiles mischievously, grabbing behind your thighs and picking you up on his back as you yelp, having to awkwardly open the door for him as he beckons for Alhaitham at the table.
“Ah, you’re both finally awake.”
“Did you even sleep?!”
“Yes.”
“If you were asleep, how’d you make dinner?” You ask in a mocking, smartass tone. Kaveh wiggles his eyebrows at Alhaitham.
“Yeah! That timeline doesn’t work at all!”
Alhaitham sighs as if in frustration, but his smile betrays him, “Just sit down and get ready to eat already, won’t you both?”
You look around as you sit and notice that Alhaitham is wearing Kaveh’s trousers.
“Is it just my clothing that’s not being worn right now?”
“If I recall correctly, you didn’t have clothing on when we started,” Kaveh teases.
“Ah!” Kaveh and you enjoy the moment, only to be added with Alhaitham’s presence and the stunning food he brings in his hands.
“A few sharing dishes, since I figured we were all hungry.”
“I think I’m in love with you.” Kaveh wraps a hand around Alhaitham’s wrist, kissing the inside of it.
“I definitely love you.” You tell him, and as you all dig in, there’s a unanimous feeling that… everything is as it should be. Everything is right, and good.
It’s too good, and yet it’s true. The reality is, all three of you have found family and love too.
Pregnancy cravings with husband!Soap except what you're craving isn't food...
You'd been whining about it for weeks, desperate for a just taste of him. Soap wasn’t going to deny his pretty little wife what she wanted. It took some convincing on his part but, luckily for you, your husband could charm a cat into taking a bath.
Now here you were Late into your second trimester, swollen belly, and an ache between your thighs only quelled by Simon's tongue and thick fingers curling into you.
You were dripping over him as you straddled his scruffy jaw. Soap hovered close by. His hand resting low on your back, whispering breathless praises.
"So good... I know you've been so patient." He murmured.
Later when Simon was burying into you from behind, your cheek pressed to the mattress, head turned just enough to see Soap’s smile. He was enjoying this almost as much as you were. The stretch of Ghosts thick cock left you so dizzy with lust you’d forgotten that you were only supposed to be sucking him off.
Can I get a follow up to Johnny and insecure Reader please? 🥺
Soap x jealous!reader
Description: Soap reassures reader that she has no reason to be jealous of his new coworker.
Genres/warnings: Insecure!reader, boyfriend!Soap jealousy, angst, technical fem!reader but no specifics or appearance is mentioned, oneshot
WC: 1.4k
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** Thank you very much for the ask! I am sorry it took so long. Unfortunately, my perfectionist nature will be my downfall but, I hope you still enjoy.
<< PART 1
The yellow light of the table lamp lit up the living room where you’d been lounging comfortably on the couch, waiting for Soap to arrive home. It was a cozy night in. Your favorite snack and drink sat within reach on the coffee table, and a TV show played softly across the room as you scrolled through your phone. A fluffy blanket was pulled over your lap and tucked around your legs.
It was only about 9pm when the lock clicked, and the apartment door pushed open with a creak. Your boyfriend stepped in, turning his broad shoulders away from you as he closed the door behind him and discarded his boots on the doormat.
With a sigh, his keys clattered onto the dining room table. His fingers curled around the cuff of his jacket to pull it down his arms.
"Hey, Lass."
He greeted you with a rough kiss to the top of your head. As he turned and disappeared into the bedroom behind you, you called over your shoulder.
“How was work?”
Soap's response was muffled as he spoke from the doorway.
“It was alright. The team and I are heading out for drinks if you want to join.”
You tried your best to mask the disappointed tone in your voice.
“Oh…”
You knew who ‘The team’ included. You figured that out a while back when his phrasing switched from ‘The lads’ to a more gender-neutral term.
You still joked about his 'work girlfriend' from time to time. Still pretending that it was just that... a joke. But, some nights, you barely felt like you were pretending at all.
You considered the question. You had been enjoying your night and were content with it, but his question caused anxiety in your stomach to resurface.
The thought alone irritated you, going out with his friends that you hardly knew, being a third wheel to your own boyfriend and some other girl.
“No thanks, I think I’d rather just stay in tonight.”
You responded, looking back down mindlessly at your phone.
Soap pushed off the doorway and shuffled around the room, getting ready. Your thoughts flooded in and you looked up blankly at the wall in contemplation.
Finally, you got up from the couch, following him to the room to get dressed yourself.
"Actually, I will go."
You said, opening your closet. Soap smiled.
"Alright, good."
He seemed glad you changed your mind.
You didn't feel like going out to the bar tonight but, sitting home worrying about what was happening in your absence would feel much worse than the jealousy of watching another girl practically flirt with your boyfriend.
At least if you were there, you'd know nothing was happening. It was important for your sanity that you avoid the scenarios your mind would drag you through all night. Besides, whether you go or not, the cozy night in was long gone.
You brushed out your hair, changing into one of your best outfits, at least in your opinion, You wanted to feel confident in an otherwise uncomfortable situation. If you put your best foot forward maybe you could keep Soap's attention on you instead.
As time passed and Soap was about ready for the both of you to head out, your mind went on a self-loathing spiral. Suddenly, your hair wasn't cooperating no matter how much you messed with it, your outfit was itchy and not looking as good as you'd originally thought, and irritation consumed you as you desperately tried to fan the thin layer of sweat on your forehead with your hand.
Nothing felt right. Everything was uncomfortable.
Of course, Soap never failed to see the changes in someone he held so close to his heart.
He had noticed your distance in the past weeks. And how your mood shifted on days when she was brought up. At least, that’s what he assumed this was about, the new girl at work. It was evident in how your jaw clenched when you listened to him talk about his day. And then there was the joke. His 'work girlfriend'... a ridiculous title.
Soap was far from dense when it came to reading you. And despite his best effort to keep a cheerful front, he knew something was bothering you.
He’d kept quiet about it, still battling his uncertainty about whether she was really the issue, hoping you’d come to him yourself when you were ready. You normally did.
But, as days passed and the mental torment continued to plague you, Soap knew this wasn’t something you were going to open up about. Not without a nudge.
He began to wonder even, what was it that had you losing sleep? He couldn’t recall any of his interactions with her drifting into cheating territory… and sure she was pleasant enough… Soap thought to himself as he noted her features. Pretty face and slender figure… A part of him, buried deep within, would admit that she was attractive. But that same part immediately reminded him that she didn’t hold a candle to you.
That’s why as he pulled the car into the parking lot, he didn’t move to unbuckle his seatbelt or get out. Instead, he turned the keys to cut the engine and left them dangling in the ignition.
Soap had had enough of this. Your avoidant glances, loud troubled sighs, the heaviness in your shoulders. Clearly, this problem was weighing you down and it was his duty to unload the burden before potentially bringing you to hang out with said 'problem'.
You paused with your hand on the car.
“Aren’t we going in?”
You asked, not understanding why he hadn’t gotten out.
“Not yet, Lass… we need to talk.”
You hesitated and leaned back in your seat.
“What about?”
The tone of your voice suggested you already knew but, part of you held out hope that you were wrong. It wasn’t like you wanted to stuff this all down. The swirling of anxiety that constantly sat in your abdomen was the hardest thing to deal with each day. But how could you bring up something so ridiculous?
How could you look him in the eye and complain about his behavior with another girl when he’d done nothing wrong? It only made you look worse than you felt.
“I know there is something on your mind… So, we aren’t leaving here until you talk to me.”
His voice was sweet and gentle… just as it always had been. With a sigh, Soap placed a hand on yours rubbing his calloused palm comfortingly over the back.
You were prepared to deny it... to remain stoic and pretend that you didn't feel this way but, it was Johnny, and as always something in the way his skin felt on yours caused your stubborn attitude to crumble without much hesitation.
“I don’t know… it’s stupid.”
Something you often said to diminish your own feelings and brush off the conversation.
“Talk to me.”
His concerned tone was genuine, inviting, and warm. He always knew how to make you feel safe and welcome to open up. He gave you no reason to doubt that you would be met with anything less than love and understanding.
“I guess… I’ve just been feeling a bit insecure… and jealous,”
You admitted,
"Of her."
Johnny looked at you attentively. He didn't speak, or change his expression, just listened and waited for you to continue.
"She's everything I'm not. And I just can't help but feel like you would make a much better couple than you and I. She could be someone you could keep by your side without shame and embarrassment. Someone you could be proud to call yours."
For a moment, Johnny was quiet. He turned away thoughtfully before speaking.
"Sure, she's pretty. So what? I've already found the one I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life. You aren't just some girl, Lass... You're funny, kind, beautiful. You show me love like no one else ever has. And more than anything... you're mine. Yeah, maybe I could have had a hundred other girls at my side. But, none of them are you. You're the love of my life. And no one's ever going to change that."
The words weren't anything you hadn't heard before. Hell, he probably wasn't even the first person to ever say them to you. But this time, with Johnny, you believed every one of them.
** Been busy with school, so I’m cleaning out my drafts. I didn’t proofread this, but it’s something I guess. Enjoy!
It was one of those rare mornings, the rain tapped against the window, sheer curtains pulled over to dull the grey sky as it lights the room. You and Simon were tangled together by your limbs. A sheet woven between them. Simon’s calloused hand ran over your skin. Warmth radiated from each fingertip as he caressed your side.
Suddenly he paused leaning in to squint at you.
“what’s this?”
He asked, smoothing his thumb over a spot on your chin.
“Huh?”
Your fingers came up to touch the spot confused.
“Looks like a scar.”
He explained rubbing at it again with the pad of his thumb. His brows were furrowed almost like he’d been trying to figure out when it had appeared and why he hadn’t seen it before.
“Maybe an acne scar?”
You shrugged. Simon grunted.
“Too pretty to be marked up like that.”
You chuckled, a small blush forming on your cheeks.
“Yeah, well I’ve got plenty. Maybe not as many as you, but…”
Simon scoffed,
“No way you’d have more than me.”
He shifted onto his back and raised his arms in the air twisting them around to show of the glittering slivers of silver littering his skin.
“This one here, I got from some airborne shrapnel after an explosion.”
He points to his forearm were a thin line ran across it. The scar was clearly old and faded.
“And this here from a bullet.”
He says pointing to a circular scar on his shoulder.
“Got quite a few of those.”
He smirks. You smile propping yourself up on your elbow.
“Well mine aren’t as spectacular. I got this one here after a nasty fall while riding my bike as a kid.”
You say pointing to a barely visible pink patch of skin on your knee.
“Road rash. Burned like hell and I couldn’t bend it for 2 weeks.”
Simon smiled taking in the sight in amusement. His eyes flitted back up to yours.
“And this is from the time I got bit by a dog.”
You say pointing out a small oval shaped scar on your hand. The scar was so old it hand blended into your knuckles and if you’d never pointed it out even Simon, as observant as he is may not have ever noticed.
“Well, not all my scars came from battle.”
Simon says offering you his hand, between his thumb and forefinger was a deep scar.
“Got that one when I tried to do a trick with a throwing knife after a couple drinks.”
You gasped at the thought, your shock morphing into laughter.
“Remind me not to leave knives around when you drink.”
You teased. Simon shook his head and pulled you into his side with a deep sigh. His lips gently pressed to your temple.
For better or worse, no matter where or how you’d gotten your scars, they all told stories and they all played a part of making you who you are. Besides, scars or not, Simon still found you to be the most beautiful person he’d even had the privilege of knowing.
Ghost x reader
Description: Reader struggles with her boredom being stuck alone with Soap.
Genre/Warnings: zombie apocalypse AU, Ghost x fem!reader, 141 x reader, survivor!reader, Graves x fem!reader, angst
WC: 1k
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** Here it is as promised!! Thank you to everyone for their patience. I know I have had a terrible track record with consistency here. Despite that I've still somehow doubled the size of my tag list and for that I am extremely grateful. I want you to know, if you even bother reading this, that I write with my entire being, I think about my readers all the time, and my blog is so important to me. I just moved into my first apartment! So, I have much more free time and motivation to keep writing. I will not let y'all down! I have plenty of ideas, and as soon as this story is done, I will be doing a complete revision and publishing it in full somewhere... Wattpad, ao3 maybe? Here?? IDK but, I hope you like it. I'm having some issues with my laptop at the moment, which is why this wasn't posted sooner, but I promise Chapter 9 will be done very soon. Enjoy.
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<< PART 1 / << PART 7
The hours dragged on. The fact that you'd made it to dusk without banging your head on a tree from pure boredom was a miracle.
You were now sitting opposite Soap. The fire was dying down to embers. Most of the day was spent quietly and alone, pacing around the campsite, unpacking and repacking your bags, and counting your ammo more times than necessary. There truly was nothing to do here besides sit under a tree and wait.
"Hungry?"
Soap asks, moving to sit beside you.
"Not really."
You shrugged. Soap had tried a few times to strike up a conversation with you, but you weren't interested in what he had to say. It was probably unfair of you to judge him so harshly. However, his anger towards Phillip was off-putting. At least he seemed lighter today. He often flashed you a goofy grin while he picked at the tree bark and kicked around leaves.
Man, were you both bored. The campsite, if you could even call it that, consisted of a makeshift fire pit Price had dug. Just small enough to warm up next to or use for light. And a couple of sleeping bags.
You remained sitting on the ground, tying two blades of grass together. The sun was almost set, and since it was only the two of you, Soap decided not to risk drawing attention by keeping the fire going. So, once the last bit of light was gone, you'd have nothing else to do but sleep.
You dropped the blades of grass back in the dirt and stood up, dusting off your hands.
"I'm going to use the bathroom before it gets too dark."
You say, taking the little black flashlight from your pocket and heading towards a cluster of trees.
"Holler if ye need me."
Soap replied.
You carefully pushed your way past a few bushes, making sure you were completely out of view, and set the flashlight up against the tree trunk before working to unbuckle the belt at your waist. Squatting in the bushes was less than ideal, but who'd have known that luxuries such as toilets wouldn't be as readily available at the end of the world? Just another thing people took for granted, you thought.
You finished and struggled to force yourself back up with shaky knees from the awkward squatting position you'd been in. As you readjusted your waistband and buckled the belt back into place, the flashlight went out.
"No, no, no."
You grabbed it and smacked it against your palm a few times.
"Shit!"
You hissed.
Luckily, the bit of dim skylight left was enough for you to get back to Soap without too much trouble. But the flashlight had been handy up until now. Without it, you have one less aid in your survival.
The flashlight was suddenly plucked from your hands.
"Thought I told you not to drain the battery."
Said a deep voice that had you jumping out of your skin. You'd known that voice. The fear you'd felt just a second ago turned to anger.
You turned to face the man in the darkness. You could just barely see the white of his mask tower over you.
"Why are you sneaking up on girls in the woods?"
You say snatching the flashlight back from him. It was all you could come up with in the moment. How was Ghost here? Out of everywhere he could have possibly gone he somehow managed to run into you again.
"What are you even doing here? How'd you find me?"
Ghost let out an annoyed yet amused huff.
"That's assuming I was looking for you."
He walked off in the direction of Soap and the camp.
Turning on your heels, you snapped at him,
"Hey! You don't get to do that!"
So many times, you'd thought about what you would say to him if you came face to face with him again... But the cold, uncaring way he was reacting made you draw a blank.
Ghost finally turned as you stammered, trying to think of anything to say. He stepped up to you, his chest just inches from yours. Your lips never pressed together so fast because, despite your anger, this man was intimidating.
"Do what?"
All your mind could conjure up was the feeling of being left alone in that house. Watching Ghost walk out with his back to you. And the fear you felt when he'd suddenly vanished from the street.
The words hardly had time to form before you were saying them.
"You left me... You left me after I begged you to stay, pleaded for you to give me a chance. You left."
Your voice cracked a bit as the anger and sadness melded together. Ghost's eyes stayed on you, unmoving, unblinking.
"Still alive, aren't ya?"
Is that all he could say? The emotions were stomped down by disbelief. Packed into your gut in the most unsettling way.
You didn't have the words to express the disappointment you felt. Of course, you'd expect someone as emotionally constipated as Ghost to act indifferent. To pretend not to care. But this was truly a sociopathic level of contempt.
"I was terrified. And you abandoned me."
You say softly.
The words were forced out of your lungs as your mind settled into nothingness. That angry edge in your voice was replaced with an emotion you can't quite name.
You were too tired to even continue this discussion anymore. There was no winning this argument. He didn't care. He's made that crystal clear. Ghost could hear the hurt and see it in the way your expressionless eyes fell away from his.
Finally, he lets out a deep sigh as if he were about to spill all his thoughts. Apologize and tell you he made a mistake. Was that what you wanted?
Then... he doesn't.
He doesn't say anything as he turns and heads further into camp. That was it then.
You followed behind him. Defeated.
Soap was surprised to see Ghost's stature in the last light of day and not yours. He stood immediately. Moving forward like his brain was still trying to determine if what he was seeing was real. Ghost let out a gruff,
"Johnny."
Did Ghost even care that he hadn't seen his friends in so long? Was he really such a cold-hearted man? If he didn't care so much, then why even help you at all? Maybe he should have left you to die on that street in the first place.
You found your place under a tree, back pressed to the bark. Meanwhile, Soap and Ghost were sitting together just feet away.
It was the friendliest you'd ever seen him. Successfully holding up a conversation with another person, making eye contact, if you hadn't been right there to witness it yourself, you probably would've never believed it.
When Soap finally went off to bed, you remained where you were. The anger still simmered in your chest. There was a tension that kept your mind moving.
You knew sleeping tonight was hopeless.
Resting your head back on the tree, the rough bark prickled your scalp, catching strands of your hair. You watched the stars twinkle between the branches above you. It was too dark now to look at much else anyway.
After some time, heavy footsteps found their way in your direction. With a groan, a large weight sat beside you. Of course, you knew who it was, but you paid him no mind.
"Seems you made it out alright."
Ghost says.
It was like he was trying to convince you that your anger was unjustified with his nonchalant response. Maybe to him it was, but you knew better.
When you didn't respond, Ghost looked at you.
It was too dark to see, but you could feel the way his eyes bore into you.
"I... followed the smoke. Wasn't following you."
You lifted your head.
"Must be pretty disappointed then."
You kept your head pointed up at the sky. Ghost was quiet. The silence was long. You had no expectations for this chat. Whatever his intention was didn't matter.
Obviously, he wasn't planning to apologize.
Finally, Ghost spoke again.
"Thanks for finding my team... Glad you're not dead."
With that, he stood and walked off to find his own spot for the night.
You watched his silhouette in the darkness. Something about the half-assed statement stuck with you. Why would he be thanking you? What did he mean by that? Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't get the answers from him.
The next morning, like every other since this whole thing started, was peaceful. Well, only for a moment before your consciousness kicked in and reminded you of your inevitable doom.
With a sigh, you pushed away the thoughts of existential dread and pulled yourself off the ground. Your hips were stiff from lying too long in the same position.
You lean back and forth a bit to loosen up your muscles. The sun crept through the tree branches warming up your cheeks in small splotches. Soap and Ghost were already sitting around the beginnings of a fire. Ghost watched silently as Soap lay prone blowing at the kindling.
You kept to yourself the majority of the morning, combing through your hair with your fingers, organizing equipment, and beating as much dirt from your clothes as you could before hanging them in the sun to kill off bacteria. It wasn't ideal, but without a water source nearby it was the best you could do.
Footsteps grew closer as you worked to knot a thin rope between two trees. Your best attempt at making a clothesline.
"Need help?"
You clenched your teeth together deciding whether or not to respond. The truth was you did need help. You'd been doing and undoing the knot on this rope for what felt like an hour trying to get the tension right. Maybe when Philip gets back you'll add that to the lessons you need him to teach you
"No."
It was quiet for a moment as you scratched at the knot with your chipped fingernails. The rope once again had too much slack but this time it wasn't budging.
You could feel Ghost's eyes on you. Watching you struggle with the rope.
Finally, Ghost stepped forward pushing you aside. You would've protested, but the sight of him flipping the bottom of his mask up over his nose stopped you in your tracks.
He leaned down to pull the knot free with his teeth. He tugs the rope tighter and ties it back around the trunk.
You hadn't seen much of his face. Especially not under this much light. Right now you have a clear look at his soft jaw adorned in a blonde stubble. He looked as if he hadn't shaved in a while.
Your gaze followed a scar down his crooked nose, to his Adam's apple, bobbing slightly with each swallow. Ghost pulled the mask back in place and stepped back. You almost thanked him. A polite habit. But you stopped yourself. You were still angry. If he didn't care then neither would you.
"Heated some food over the fire... If you're hungry."
You keep your back to him as you smooth a shirt over the line.
"No thanks."
A pause followed. You couldn't see his face but part of you hoped he was thinking about an apology. But,
"You haven't eaten."
Is all he said.
"I did. This morning."
You lean down to pick up another shirt folding it over the tight rope and smoothing over it with your palms.
"No you haven't."
You turn to face him. Just standing there eyes bore into you expressionless. Why was he paying so much attention to what you do?
"So what? Are you watching me now? Thought you wanted to be alone."
You turn back to your clothes line adding a pair of tall socks.
"You weren't stranded. You had food, a gun-"
"Yeah! One I couldn't even shoot!"
You snapped turning around to face him the anger rising in you again. If he wasn't going to take accountability why bother bringing it up?
"I pleaded with you, and you didn't care! You were content in leaving me there alone. All you care about is yourself, I mean you even said it too."
"I care."
His tone is sharp. Angry. You keep quiet leaving him the space to continue.
But, once again, he doesn't.
It's so frustrating trying to talk to him. Just when it seems he's about to open up he just closes off again.
"Eat. Or don't. Doesn't matter to me."
He stalks off back to the fire where Soap is roasting something on a stick. You turn back to your laundry. It didn't make sense to you for Ghost to be so mad. He seemed frustrated that you weren't reciprocating his attempts to be friendly with you. Almost like he wanted to make up. Not like he was putting any effort into apologizing.
You pushed thoughts of Ghost away and allowed your mind to wander back to Phillip.
You missed him. Without him around you felt defenseless. Alone. At least he was teaching you. He had your back. He wanted you to survive. And most importantly he wanted you around. Now that he was gone you were just surrounded by strangers.
It worried you even more now with Ghost here at the campsite. The guys were off looking for Ghost, and unless they come back soon, they aren't going to find him.
You hoped Philip was okay, and definitely wished phones were still working, you'd have a way to know if he was. There wasn't much here to distract from the anxiety you were feeling since they'd left. You were holding out for the trio's safe return. Strangers or not, you couldn't handle any more people dying.
Another night passed. Luckily this time, Ghost had let you be.
You slept as long as your body would allow. Time moved faster when you were asleep. And there were far fewer minutes to count. The boredom might actually be one of the worst parts about the end of the world.
It had to have been early afternoon by the time you woke to the sound of tires crunching through the layer of duff around you. It didn't take long for you to be on your feet. Adrenaline sobering you from sleep.
The familiar truck pulled in between a couple of trees before the engine cut. Gaz was the first out swinging a rifle over his shoulder. Phillip next with Price stepping out from the opposite side.
Ghost stood as he noticed the captain get out of the truck. It was obvious that this reunion wasn't taken lightly. Though they didn't seem the type to indulge in some sappy moment.
Price clapped a hand to Ghost's shoulder and smiled at him.
"Glad to see you in one piece."
Ghost gave him a nod and Gaz made his way to the pair to give Ghost his own greeting.
You turned away from the men to Philip with a grin. It may have seemed a bit overly eager but you practically ran to close the distance between you throwing your arms around his neck.
"You're okay."
You mutter into his shoulder.
"Don't seem so surprised."
Philip laughs. When you peel yourself away from him you can see Ghost watching the two of you. You almost want to speak up until Philip interrupts your thought.
"Hey. I got something for you."
You raised an eyebrow as he leaned into the passenger door and fished something from the glove box.
"I know the world is a bit bullshit right now..."
Philip wipes off a bit of dust before placing the object in your hands. It's a journal. A smooth navy blue cover with a strap to hold the pages shut.
"Yeah... a bit."
You chimed in sarcastically. Philip chuckled. He was no stranger to the severe understatement in his words.
"Yeah. Well, I thought this way... You could control the narrative. Write the ending you want for yourself."
Tears threatened to spill over your waterline at Philips' words. You turned the leather-bound book over in your hands. You hadn't been expecting anything at all, the gift was more thoughtful and beautiful than you could have imagined.
"Thank you."
You say softly. Your brows knitted together trying to understand what you'd done to deserve this.
"And of course..."
He reaches into his back pocket to pull out a packaged pair of ink pens.
"It's beautiful."
You say finally
"Don't mention it."
Philip squeezes your shoulder and slides the pens into your hand.
"Come on."
He nods ushering you away from the truck.
With the camp full of arms now, the men decided that it was worth the risk to leave the fire going tonight.
The sun had gone down about an hour ago and the orange glow of the flames cast shadows around the small clearing in the trees your group had occupied.
Now that Philip was back, and it was no longer just you and Soap, that anxiety that had been gnawing at your gut settled.
Philip walked over to you his hands full with two steaming cans. You were sitting under your tree, the furthest you could get from the group while remaining safely in their line of sight.
The journal Philip had gifted you sat open in your lap just a few scribbles on the first page.
"Hungry?"
He asks finding a seat in the dirt beside you.
"Thanks."
You take a can from his hand, surprised to see something other than soup for once.
"How's the writing?"
Philip asks. You take a bite of the savory beans in the can. You couldn't bring yourself to put anything on the paper, the pages were too pristine to mess up with your thoughtless ramblings.
"Don't really know what to say."
You admitted. Swallowing your bite.
Philip looks ahead at the group feet away, sitting at the campfire. Each of them looked more relaxed than they had since you met them. Save for Ghost who still sat with a tension, like he was ready to beat the crap out of the next guy that looked at him funny.
"Just write anything that comes to mind."
You shook your head.
"My words need to mean something."
Philip didn't respond as he picked at his food.
"Then write about the important stuff."
You took in his suggestion. What was important enough to write? There were a lot of things that you felt were important, but what would it matter to anyone else?
You listened to the distant chattering of the men mixed with the soft sounds of crickets. It was nice to know, that even in a world so empty, it wasn't all silent.
You thought about it more as the two of you ate. You wanted whatever you wrote down to be important enough that anyone else could pick up your journal and feel like what they read mattered.
Philip nudges your arm.
"Big boy with the skull mask hasn't looked away from you since I got here."
You followed his nod to Ghost whose gaze shamelessly, never wavered from the two of you.
"Guess they really dislike you."
You say tearing your eyes away from his intense stare. Philip shakes his head.
"I don't think it's me he's looking at."
You scoff.
"Well, I don't know what he'd be looking at me for."
Philip thought for a moment before leaning in a bit.
"What happened between you? You said he was with you before."
You look at Philip his eyebrow raised in question.
"I don't know. I- I just didn't want to be alone... But I guess he didn't want me in his way."
Philip wraps an arm around your shoulder in a friendly gesture pulling you into his side.
"You're not in anyone's way."
You keep your eyes trained between your knees on the ground below you. He was always so kind. It was hard to imagine that anyone else here would think otherwise.
"Philip? Why were they so mad at you? When we stopped them on the road?"
He sucks his teeth searching for the best way to respond.
"Let's just say... The captain and I had a difference in opinions."
The answer was vague, but you guessed it made sense. From what you'd seen Price liked to be in charge, and Graves certainly wasn't the type to just lie down and take it. They were bound to have some pushback.
"Well... It's stupid. Holding a grudge and all."
Philip sighed.
"It doesn't matter much now. The past is the past. Can't change any of it... You should get some sleep."
He changes the subject before you could think of pushing the conversation any further.
"You're right. I am a bit tired."
Philip smiled standing up.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
He starts to walk away.
"Night."
You replied shortly.
Philip was right. The past didn't matter now. If these men were unwilling to overlook something as trivial as a disagreement in opinion, then you and Philip would be better off just going it alone.
Then again. Maybe you were no different.
You settled under the tree your backpack crushed underneath you to support your head.
If you ever expected the group to overlook their differences with Philip maybe you'd have to learn to do the same with Ghost.
PART 9 >>
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Description: They take care of you when you're sick.
Genre/Warnings: 141 x gn!reader, sick!reader, fluff, comfort, headcanon
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** This is bad, oops. But here is a little bit of sick comfort because, I am sick right now and procrastinating Chapter 6 of 'We Will Survive' Enjoy.
GHOST: Whenever you're sick Ghost jumps straight into his 'doctor' role.
Rather than giving you a hug and rubbing your back soothingly like you hoped he is up poking and prodding you, asking you more questions than you care to answer.
"Yer not warm."
He says placing his calloused palm on your forehead.
"How 'bout yer head, does it hurt? Throat sore? How 'bout here does it hurt when I do this?"
He asks pressing on your side with his fingers.
"Si."
You groan swatting his hand away.
"Can't you just... Will you make me tea?"
Ghost sighs and kisses the top of your head.
"O' course love."
GAZ: The morning you wake up with a scratchy throat and a relentless sinus headache, is when Gaz is quick to take over the daily chores and responsibilities.
Cleaning and cooking are his top priorities. Anything that can keep you in bed and stress free he's on in.
Sometimes you think he's trying to heal you through food and drinks alone.
Bringing you teas, water, and softer food or soups for breakfast and lunch. For dinner he'll order takeout from your favorite place and ends the night in bed with ice-cream and your comfort show or movie.
Gaz is a sole believer in resting both your body and mind during days like this and he takes his domestic duties seriously in order to guarantee you a comfortable and clean space to relax and recover.
SOAP: Soap is known to be a bit overbearing when you're not at your best. Smothering you in affection, fluffing your pillow, and crowding your space on the couch with anything he thinks might help you feel better.
You're restricted to the couch, surrounded by water, juice, snacks, plushies, and even objects of entertainment like a game, or a book to read.
Any move you make to shift into a more comfortable position or get up to use the bathroom Soap is by your side immediately asking what you need or how to help.
You always appreciate his care and concern, but it would be nice to use the bathroom for a couple minutes in peace, without Soap knocking lightly on the door to ask if you want him to run you a bath.
PRICE: Price isn't the type to go overboard and tend to your every need. He'll start the day off giving you a simple breakfast in bed, and some medicine before bed rotting with you the rest of the day.
You both nap on and off all afternoon. He holds you in his arms brushing your hair with his fingers gently and leaving plenty of kisses on your cheeks.
It is a slow and quiet day, the TV plays softly in the background as you laze around curled into Prices chest. Curtains pulled shut to leave the room dark and obscure any sense of time you might have. As far as anyone is concerned the world is on pause and it's only you and John today.
You being sick, means he's sick too. He won't be leaving your side, and you will be resting and recovering together.
