MDNI 18+
CW: sloppy writing, ghoap x gn!reader, pet play, being called puppy, hand on throat (no choking), biting and marking, mild edging, restraints (hands on wrist), and double penetration (you decide what that entails).
Nobody look at me. I blacked out in the bathtub and this was written in my phone.
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I dream about older retired!Soap and Ghost being together and deciding to open things up both romantically and sexually. But they decide that they should maybe try out a more casual threesome first.
So they head out for a little holiday somewhere warm to the south, Spain or maybe Italy. Quickly they find that they're both attracting other people while the other isn't present. Simon goes to the bathroom at dinner and when their waiter comes he flirts with Johnny like crazy and then his face goes white when Ghost comes back. The next night they go to a bar and Soap goes to grab them some drinks and when he comes back he finds two girls both fawning at Ghost, the braver of the two draped on his arm.
After going back to the house and getting into bed they decide that now's as good a time as any. There seems to be no shortage of interested parties in the greying pair. Why not find someone cute to take back to their rental for some fun.
Soap does some sleuthing online and finds a bar in the area that have kink meet ups on the weekends. While Simon is cautious of the idea he admits the two of them play around with enough things that he considers them fairly experienced.
Saturday night rolls along which is where they find you. Dressed bravely in a revealing outfit and heavy jewelry. Your ex had been so narrow minded and boring about sex, it had not been a good mesh at all. It got to the point where you had stopped having sex to reduce the shame. They had always embarrassed you for how much you loved it. Going deep into subspace and enjoying yourself.
You'd done your research and met up with this new club you had overheard about in the grocery store. It was a club that did kink and sex education for adults. You had joined now about six or seven times but it was always in a much more... casual setting like the coffee shop or the park. Half of the meetings were in the damn library basement.
But some of the members mentioned they liked this specific bar a lot. And on the last Saturday of the month they had a kink night. Now freshly single and hoping to at least make some friends and possibly get a fun hook up into your system you went all out.
And that's where Johnny and Simon spotted you, after talking to a few members of the scene and a drink in their system they felt confident enough to chat some folks up.
And when they saw you all strapped up in leather with a pair of puppy ears and dog collar with tags. Their jaws drop and it takes a single look before they approach you.
Your face burns from the attention but you happy let them buy you a drink and flirt. Finding out their together helps your confidence.
They're looking for fun.
And you're looking for fun.
They had a calm and playful air between them and you felt like this was the perfect chance for a good night.
They spend their time on your first, ordering some fries and onion rings. Flirting and laying it on thick. Johnny can't help but tell you a few military stories. Enjoying how your eyes go wide and then you look at Simon for confirmation.
The fireworks start before you even leave the bar. Johnny leans over and whispers into your ear "Now am I guessin' right ya want to be called something special in the bedroom?"
Reluctantly you nod yes and beckon Simon to lean over. Both muscular men crowding around you as you whisper "puppy" in their ears.
They order you water and get you covered up to leave. Soap drives the rental car and you sit in the back with Simon. Handing him your leash from your bag, he snaps it on and smirks wickedly when he sees the engraved 'Puppy' on your tags. He fingers them for a few moments, whispering filth into your ear. You see Johnny's blue eyes flicker to the back seat occasionally, watching as his partner begins taking your coat back off. Thick rough fingers drag over and explore your body. You can't help but pant into his neck, squirming in your seat.
It's nearly pitch black out as you led the blonde lead you out of the car. blood rushing to your belly and stoking a fire in between your legs. Johnny holds your hands as he pulls the keys from his pocket. It's silent out as the make the quick walk from the car to the front door in your skimpy outfit.
They have you in the bedroom within seconds of getting into the house. Johnny already kissing every piece of visible skin he can find as Simon gently asks you your boundaries. You encourage the roughness and teasing and give them your limits.
The care is nothing like you'd ever had before and nearly brings you to tears as you nod eagerly.
The Scot immediately drops to his knees to tease you. Mouth all over you from belly button to knees. Licking and nibbling gently. Giving you matching hickies on both hips.
Simon kisses you as Soap nearly brings you to your peak. Teasing you as you cry into his partner's mouth. The bliss is intense, more than your ex could ever amount to. You quickly slip into subspace, whining and panting as Simon still firmly holds your lead.
Within ten minutes you are sobbing on his tongue begging for more. And you are quickly manhandled and posed on the bed. First pounded into by Johnny within an inch of your life. Being called a "Good little puppy" for taking his cock sends your brain into orbit. Simon held you still hand over your neck and petting your forehead as Johnny came.
Simon was next and tossed you on your back. Pushing your knees nearly to your chest as he fucked you. Your hands flailed around so much that Soap had to pin them down, cooing encouragement to you.
Ghost's massive hand cupped your face as you took him. You opened your mouth and was quickly rewarded with his thumb. And you could help but bite down when you both came.
Afterwards you knew you needed more. Nervously you suggested a break and then some more playtime. There was a round of water and a few sour candies eaten before you begged for both of them.
"Puppy wants to take us both eh?" Simon confirms and a low chuckle forms when he sees you look so excited about it.
The Scot beckons you over to him and you can't help but scurry over to him. He throws his head back moaning as you lower yourself down onto his throbbing cock. Strong arms tuck your back against his hairy chest until you are staring at he ceiling.
You whine and squeal into Simon's mouth as he enters you, the fullness making you see starts. Knees up to your chest as Johnny tugs on your leash.
"Fucking hell pet your perfec'. Look at 'ow well ya take us both." The Brit rumbles enjoying how you thrash around in their grip.
Soap's mouth is sucking and biting at your neck, you already know you're going to need to call in on Monday. There's no way you can go in with this many hickies.
Hands hold you down as you beg "please" over and over again, not even knowing what you're asking for.
Until the most massive orgasm you'd ever had hits you like a semi-truck. Nearly blacking out as your body shook, you couldn't let but cry out and scream so loudly that you know that someone heard you out there.
By the time they cum and you're all finished it's the wee hours of the morning. Half asleep you're cleaned up and tucked into bed between them.
Once you're snoring Johnny and Simon share a knowing look. This was supposed to be a hook up... Casual like.
But there's no fucking way their going to forget about you... Maybe they could extend their vacation for a little while.
your belly’s gotten so big lately. it’s all those giant breakfast spreads you’ve been having—serving platter-sized buttermilk pancakes and thick Belgian waffles, both of which you drench in syrup and chocolate sauce, perfectly topped with mountains of whipped cream. i love watching you start your morning with such a heavy meal, knowing it leaves your gut feeling stuffed and painfully swollen for the majority of the day.
it must be a constant, tender presence while you’re at work. having to clock in while, ever so subtly, trying to soothe that hard, rounded belly under your clothes. pressing a hand discreetly against your waistband when you think no one’s looking, feeling that deep, unyielding fullness you built for me at breakfast. every time you shift in your chair, every low gurgle, is a reminder of how much you ate and how full I let you get.
and just when you finally start to feel a little better, when your belly can finally rest and soften just a fraction, it’s already time for your lunch break. you go and do it all over again, don’t you? getting yourself equally as full as before, repeating the whole process—that slow, deliberate filling, the growing pressure, the ache—until you finally clock out and carry that heavy, well-fed weight home. it’s a cycle I find incredibly sexy, knowing you’re walking around all day stretched and satisfied because of what i let you have.
Sorry for the delay, loves, but it's finally here! Hope you all enjoy it! If you'd like to chat about it, you can message me here or on Twitter at grimmnoir_
In the future, once I have some more free time, I want to add some fanart for this, so keep an eye out for that as welp. c:
I've been thinking about Cain in an attempt to be a better Mun and not drive him completely into OC territory and come to some realizations
Part of what makes him such a great character is that he's deeply divided against himself. The logical part of him that's deeply aware of how fucked up the galaxy is just wants to stay at home and do paperwork. But the greater part of him; his instinct, his pride and his nature as a man of action keeps subverting what his logical side says to do. In fact, despite how often he talks about how he just wants a safe posting he does the opposite; he pushes his paperwork off on Jurgen, he rides out to do forward patrols, he goes up to Tau diplomats and tries to calm everyone down before it turns into a shooting gallery and genuinely repeats the Taus “greater good” stuff back at them. Then he risks his own hide to get them through shooting back to their compound. All while he's bemoaning how stupid he is and how he's going to get shot. Even when he acts selfishly; commandeering a drop ship, it's for a stronger purpose. He lands the damn thing on top of a Slaaneshi cult and follows a bunch of Khornate Space Marines in, despite him saying his original intention was to find a way off the planet. He keeps talking about how he's gonna just leave and find a safe place to hide but then he goes back and charges a Chaos Marine to duel it.
I need to try to keep this in mind while I’m playing him, while also balancing the modest hero of the imperium facade he does put on.
Content warnings: femreader, generic sex talk, mentions of sex toys, teeny bit of crying (gee thanks Gaz), implied public sex (it's Soap what do you expect), a touch of mental health talk, Ghost's past (Sexual assault/rape mention).
Oversharing time with Grimm! So I got ADHD and one of the ways it affects me is I'm hypersexual. Being horny as fuck at inconvenient times is not fun. So I was thinking how would the 141 be with a partner who had hypersexuality/high sex drive. (Please remember everyone's experiences with hypersexuality are varied and manifest differently for different people. I'm not a doctor. I'm just typing smutty things out for fun.)
Price... He's surprised but not unpleasantly so. You have a higher sex drive than him, but he doesn't catch on right away when you hide it so well. You two will have wonderful lovemaking sessions but once he's 'finished' you seem to think sex is as well. Unfortunately the old man is a very one and done kind of guy, not that it makes you unhappy or anything. That's just how bodies work.
So every time you two finish you'd make excuses to go have a shower and try your hardest to silently get off just one more time with your hand. It's almost like John finishing makes you even hornier. It only takes a couple weeks of you being together before he catches on. The Captain doesn't say anything at first, preferring to observe a few more times to make sure he's right, the last thing he wants to do is embarrass you for no reason. He starts picking up all the times you slip away to the bedroom, coming back with a embarrassed look on your face.
He approaches it gently though, not wanting to shame you. You get ready to go to the shower after sex and he offers to join you this time. You splutter and try to make excuses and he just softly tells you "It's okay if you need a little more luv. I can't leave you all pent up like this... You always make sure I get off.... I want to make sure you are satisfied too... Don't mind using my fingers or my mouth... Maybe I'll get you a few toys to keep in the bathroom. Can't have you like this when I get deployed."
Gaz... catches on far quicker than Price would. He notices you squeezing your thighs together in the car all the time and that sometimes you'll just disappear for twenty minutes to go to the 'bathroom' quite regularly. He gently brings it up during a makeout session a few weeks after you start dating, simply asking you with a soft cheeky grin "You get horny a lot don't you? It's ok. No judging.. I just noticed."
After your initial huffing and crossing your arms, pretending to be cross with him for guessing right... You eventually relax and admit it. You actually find yourself explaining a bit about it, that you can't help it and try your best to not let it interfere with your life though it's definitely ruined some relationships before. Guys who felt like they had to keep up and have sex even if they didn't feel like it.
He assured you that he'll always talk to you and promises he'll enforce his own boundaries if needed. Even offering to go to counseling if you are ever worried about it affecting the relationship. Which was about the sexiest thing he could ever say... Leading to you two fucking for the first time right there on the couch. And Gaz doesn't disappoint. Knowing how bad you need it he gets you off multiple times in a row until you are a wobbly, sobbing, mess before he even considers sticking his cock in you.
Soap... has a fairly high sex drive himself which you find to be a relief. He's got stamina to spare as well, so getting a couple rounds in usually does the trick for you and you're usually quite happy. You don't feel embarrassed about your needs at all. Until he's injured and stuck in the military hospital for the next month recovering from nearly getting himself blown up (of course). It's one thing when he's deployed and just not around, you can handle that. But when he's there and off limits? That's the hardest thing in the world. Like smelling fresh cinnamon buns and not being allowed a taste.
The first week isn't bad. You keep yourself busy and bring him some homemade cookies and clean the house top to bottom. But when he second week comes around you start getting squirmy. You use your toys at home and make sure to get yourself a half dozen times before coming to visit him. But the second you lay eyes on him the heat starts up all over again and so does the guilt.
By the third week Soap is stable and doing well but soon enough catches on that something is bothering you terribly. He worries it might be because he got hurt on the job. But after pulling you into his lap in the little hospital room and asking you in that sweet soft voice of his until you spill your guts. Tell him you feel so guilty cause you want his touch so badly... But he's in the hospital. He scoffs a bit and kisses you before he pulls out his phone for a moment and sends off a message before holding you close and whispering assurances to you that you are perfectly normal and sexual urges are healthy. A minute of cuddles later you hear the door shut and then he smirks "Can't be letting my sweet girl go without. Now my fingers work perfectly fine and Lt said he'd watch the hallway."
Ghost... Catches on instantly, before you start dating and very early into spending time with you. The way your face burns with heat while looking at him or really when you look at anyone good looking. He catches you when you're spacing out and obviously fantasizing, enjoying the warm smile on your face. When you two start getting closer and begin dating he's admittedly a bit nervous to talk about it. He doesn't have a high sex drive at all, though he does enjoy sex occasionally... When he brings it up you do your best to listen to every word. He doesn't talk much day to day but during this conversation you let him take charge.
When he explains some of his past you freeze, now worried about the fact that your new partner has been assaulted before. The last thing you want to do is make him feel pressured or push him. But he assures you he knows his limits and how to stand up for himself. He won't be doing anything he doesn't want. Before completely changing the subject and asking what kind of toys you like to use.
The question mortifies you but he pushes gently until he gets some answers. Assuring you with a smirk, that taking care of yourself is more than allowed... that it's important, especially if you use it as a way to regulate. He might not like being touched all the time but he certainly loves watching... And listening. Which leads to your new boyfriend buying you a nice selection of funny shaped dildos and vibrators to use while curled up next to him in bed.
Written as part of a AU challenge. I fell in love with coffeeshop AUs growing up and I decided I just had to write one. Thank you to my moots for your incredible feedback. I have a good feeling I will be writing another part to this. It was so much fun to write.
Content Warnings: Fem!reader, Very light stalking mention (creepy customer). Power Imbalances (future boss/employee relationship), Smoking, Shotgunning, Fingering. Semi-public alleyway canoodling.
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"Christ, what died in your bed today?" Josh asked with a raised brow.
Ok, you may have slammed your locker harder than necessary. But Josh was a fucking gossip, and the last thing you needed was him running to Graves with the next thing you said. The owner of Shadow Coffee had switched your shift last fucking second.
Now you were closing again.
You just closed alllll last week, and you were pissed. It was fucking with your sleep schedule like nothing else. The coffee shop closed at 11, and the closing routine kept you there for another half hour. This meant you could only catch the last bus of the night at 11:43. Then, you wouldn't get home until half past midnight, which meant you wouldn't get to sleep until 1 or 2 am.
You had been asking for some earlier shifts for months now.
So you bit your lip and lied, "Oh, the cat peed on my laundry last night, I'm just annoyed about it."
He didn't believe you, if the smirk was anything to go by. But to your relief, he nodded and pulled off his slate grey apron. "Well, try to smile in front of the customers. You don't need any more negative reviews."
You gritted your teeth till you were sure you'd break a tooth. Ah yes. The shitty review some dude left you after you turned his date offer down. The creep had hung around until closing and wouldn't leave. Shooed him out and everything. You had needed to hide so long after the store was closed that you missed the fucking bus and had to walk home.
If you were being honest, it had really freaked you out. But what had Nathan, the night shift manager, done? Nothing. Rolled his eyes. Told you to take the compliment and to give him your number next time.
Fuck you were so sick of them. You loved your job. Making coffee and drinks was quite fun, and you enjoyed it. But the whole store was poisoning it.
You had even brought it up with Graves, asking him so politely to please look at the security footage. And to give him credit, he had nodded in understanding and had a look. With instructions that "If he waits outside after closing again, take a taxi or call the cops."
It hadn't exactly made you feel much better, at least he believed you... But the bar was on the floor with the clowns you worked with.
Now dressed properly and clocked in, you emerged from the back room. Hair back and shirt smoothed down. Graves was such a stickler for his uniform policy. God, it was such a pain.
Well, you'd have to deal with Josh for a few more hours before he went home, and Nathan was off tonight. You could see Chris' red curly hair near the blenders, so you imagined he'd be your second until 10:30.
Graves was probably upstairs in his office. Matteo would be here till 7... then who...
Who was the new kid in the Shadow Coffee cap?
You didn't see him earlier. He looked young... probably still in high school. Black hair and a slightly crooked nose. He was laughing and talking with Josh and Matteo.
There's no way he hired someone new?
Well... if he did, he's finally hired someone to replace you on nights. Thank fucking god.
You grimaced internally as Josh called your name and waved you over. A tried and true customer service smile was plastered on your face as you headed out onto the floor.
"Hey, so this is my cousin Jamie!" Josh said, his face beaming with a satisfied grin.
A sour taste flooded your mouth.
No...
"Hi..." You had greeted weakly as the young boy took your hand and shook it eagerly.
"Hey! Josh mentioned you earlier. Said you knew your shit and to ask you if I had questions." Jamie said with a grin, and you couldn't help but preen just slightly under the flattery.
He seemed nice enough and didn't give off any weird vibes like his cousin did. "Yeah, no worries. Sometimes the machines can be a bit finicky, especially the blender on the far left. Let us know if it gives you any grief."
"Cool!" Jamie replied and turned back to his cousin, "So is it really true that we're not allowed to go to 141 Shoppe while working here?"
Matteo, the greaseball who had trained you last year, groaned and threw his head back. "Yup. Graves puts it in the contract."
Taking your place at the front counter, you continued to listen to the group of men gossip like parrots. The after-school rush would be coming soon, and you're hands were full with prep.
"Yeah, Graves and Laswell have some sort of beef going back like... decades."
"Really? Who was here first?"
"141 was. But she had to close because of some plumbing issues for like two months and a renovation. Graves swooped in when this place went up for rent two doors down."
"Make sure you avoid the fucker in the black facemask. He's like... tall as fuck and fucking mean."
"Yeah, his nametag says Ghost... don't go near him."
Looking a bit concerned, you could see Jamie nod, eyes wide at all the new information. "Ghost? No worries, Josh. Won't fuck with that."
"Hey, let me show you the blenders. We're about to get the rush." Chris called over. And to your relief, the little chat session ended as the newbie trailed off.
You saw the bus come around the corner. And two dozen or more teens piled out. Alright, smoothie time was a go.
That was one thing Shadow Coffee did a bit better than 141. They had a bigger tea culture, and you guys did more frozen drinks.
"Well... whaddya think?"
Josh almost made you jump as he sidled up next to you.
Did he really think you'd say something negative about his cousin in front of him? You learned your lesson before. "Jamie seems nice." You said genuinely, the kid had been pretty pleasant after all. "Did Graves hire him for the nights? I was hoping with all my requests I put in-"
Josh cut you off, his shit-eating grin a mile wide, "No. Jamie's going to be our new opener."
You couldn't help but stew about it all day. How fucking dare Graves hire some snot-nosed runt to open who doesn't even know what a French press is.
This was it! You were going to fucking quit or go on strike or something.
It was exactly 5:05 when you saw him come down the stairs. Grey slacks and a white button-up did little to hide the sleeze you know lurked under it. H
He was moving quickly, and even after bolting after him, you barely managed to catch up with him behind the store. Just seconds before he got into his silver BMW.
“Mr. Graves? Sir?”
“What?”
You suddenly felt yourself shrink in his gaze. His face was warm, but you caught the annoyance in his eyes. He didn't elaborate further and seemed to be waiting for your answer.
It took way too much of your strength to meekly bring up the slap in the face. “I thought I had asked for earlier shifts... I sent the request form in and everything. But Josh said Jamie is going to be the new opener...”
Trying your best not to panic as sweat dripped down your neck and you rambled a moment, “Can't Jamie work nights, sir? They're slow and probably better for someone new.”
The way Graves said your name made you flinch. You could see him roll his eyes as he brushed you off. “Did Josh tell you how old Jamie is? The kid's 17. I'm not trusting some high schooler with the deposits. Stop fussing so much.”
Rage gurgled in your stomach, but you managed to hold it down. Graves continued as he began to walk back out to the parking lot. “Listen, you know Nathan is going to be heading to college in September. You can be night manager in 6 months. I promise you'll get a bonus too. So stop causing scenes, alright.”
Your jaw was now on the grubby cement ground of the alley as he physically waved you away.
Slam!
The driver's side door shut, and before you could even process what had happened, your boss was peeling out of the parking lot.
Your brain glitched hard. And found yourself standing there, simply appalled and your mind racing.
You didn't want to be a night manager. This was fucking bullshit. Hot tears splashed uncontrollably down your face.
Where the fuck did he get off?
“Hey there.. uh? You alright there, love?”
Your eyes blinked up, and you quickly became aware of your surroundings. Turning around, you looked at the entrance of the alley where two men were sharing a cigarette.
Both were looking at you with curiosity and mild concern. Heat burned your cheeks as you recognized them.
Kyle and Johnny.
Two of the main baristas at the 141 and extremely popular with the ladies. Mr. Mohawk was busy puffing away, looking very interested as Gaz waited for an answer.
Oh so they had seen the entire thing. Fuck.
Furiously, you wiped the wet streaks off your face, and you rushed back into the back entrance of the coffee shop. You could barely hold yourself together as you plugged the code into the door three different times before you got it right.
“Oi lass did he-”
The heavy steel door slammed behind you as you immediately ducked into the washroom, crying. This job was officially the worst thing ever.
It had been fucking dead for the last two hours. It was ridiculous. You honestly never understood Graves' insistence on being open an hour later than 141. Something about taking their late-night customers.
Except there were no bloody customers. This wasn't fucking Starbucks. But you stood behind the counter putting together stupid to-go boxes until right before 11 pm.
Last time you had snuck out to the dumpster before closing the store, Josh had snitched and had gotten you written up.
Cunt.
You had ended crying in the bathroom for a solid ten minutes before composing yourself and rejoining the floor. You had managed to shut Josh up with a sharp look and a grumble about 'monthly problems'. But the fucker had given you weird looks until he went home.
It was pure relief when you were able to flick the main lights off and lock the front door at 11.
As you went about the closing duties, you couldn't help but fight off tears. You had hoped this job could be it for you. You had never been able to afford college, and even if it sounded stupid... You liked working at a coffee shop. You were good at your job, and you overheard some of the wildest conversations all the time.
Finally, you gathered the three garbage bags and gloved your hands to take them out. With care, you slipped your cell into your pocket and headed out towards the alley. The cold spring night air hit your bare arms, and a shiver ran down your back. Thank god for that fuzzy cream hoodie you had waiting for you in your locker. It was your favourite, even if Nathan said it made you look like a chihuahua.
The remark had not been appreciated.
As you walked along the side of the building, the fluorescent lights illuminating your surroundings, you could see that once again, there were a couple of people smoking. This time, one of them was a smaller figure, probably a woman.
They were standing behind the 141 building. The man wasn't Kyle or Soap, but you recognized the hat of the manager, John Price. You had no idea if they had seen you, but for now, they seemed engaged as they murmured back and forth to each other, sharing a dying cigarette. Which meant if you were quick and quiet, you would be able to avoid them.
You shuffled up to the dumpster and used your key to unlock and open it. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see two sets of blue eyes on you, but you did your best to ignore them. Graves pretty much forbade everyone from talking to the 141.
The first bags you tossed in without much fuss, but the third bag was heavy. Your first throw failed spectacularly, and it landed loudly back on the ground.
Face now burning, you picked up the garbage bag again. This time, you braced and threw the bag up at a better angle and-
Thud!
It landed straight back on the cement.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief. How was it so fucking heavy? It's not like you were weak! Someone must have poured fucking water in it.
"John, mind giving her a hand?"
...Kate Laswell. You recognized her softer voice instantly. Smooth, calm, and with a hint of amusement. You had only seen her a couple of times, the most memorable was watching her talk to Kyle in the parking lot a few months ago. She had been dressed in this black pencil skirt that you still couldn't get out of your mind. The woman was stunning. There was no denying it. She was the type of woman you could only dream of.
"Course... Here, love, I'll take that."
As you turned towards the voices, you felt your belly flip. John was now walking over, carrying two bags of his own.
You awkwardly opened and then closed your mouth, and a weak protest of yours was waved off. "Don't worry 'bout it. Let me get it. No sense in making you struggle."
Price tossed all the bags in with ease as you took a few steps back, and then a clicking sound got your attention.
Turning to the side and looking back at the brick wall, you could see Laswell lighting up another cigarette. The blonde woman's hair was tied back in a messy loose bun. A few hairs out of place, but she still looked sleek and professional, wearing dark slacks and a white button-up shirt.
The first few buttons were undone, and it took all your strength not to stare. You turned back to the Price as he walked back over. “Listen, I gotta ask... You ok? My boys told me you were trying to talk to Graves, and he just fucked off?” he asked as he peeled his gloves off.
The question caught you off guard, and you found yourself staring at him blankly for a moment. Laswell interrupted before you could stammer out an answer, though. “Listen, I know that man far too well. John you mind closing up and letting us girls have a chat?”
Your eyes traveled back to her sculpted face, and her words sent a ping of shivers down your back. She was looking at you with a warmth you haven't seen in a long time.
And with a hunger you haven't seen since that last hook-up with your ex seven months ago (terrible idea, honestly).
It seemed that John didn't even question it. You heard him chuckle and toss out a “Night love” as he disappeared into the back of the coffee shop, the steel door thudded shut behind him.
“Let me guess? He hired someone else for the morning shifts?”
The question caught you completely off guard. Your eyes met her knowing blue ones, and you blinked. A moment passed, and you quietly asked back, “How did you know?”
“I know a lot,” She said honestly. “Your coworkers gossip a lot in the back.” The blonde finished her puff and offered you the cigarette as she slowly exhaled. Smoke whipped around her face as you took a few steps closer and accepted the smoke.
Honestly, after today, you wouldn't say no. But you did ask her cautiously, “And I should believe you why?”
A few moments passed as she sighed before a shrug. “You don't have to believe me, but our security camera picks up some of the chatter in the alley. But they are a shitty little gang. Real jealous of you. You sound like the only competent person over there, honestly.”
Hot smoke slowly fills your lungs, and you pass the smoke back to her. You hold it in as you process this. The heat from your lungs begins to travel down as you feel her eyes roaming over you.
Of course, Laswell had to be fucking stunning and hot and everything you want in a woman. But if you talked to her and Graves would find out you'd be in so much trouble. “I-...thanks... Listen, I shouldn't be-”
“Chatting to me?” she finished and raised an eyebrow before you nodded in confirmation.
“You deserve better than having him as a boss,” the blonde said as she shook her head. “I don't tell my employees who they can talk to.”
A bit at a loss for words, you shrug, mumbling out “Not a lot of jobs out there.. took me months just to find this one.”
Laswell took another puff and shuffled a bit closer, voice lowering a hair, “I get it... Listen, I've been looking into promoting one of my guys. We've been doing a lot more deliveries lately. I'm going to need Kyle to help with them. Nikolai can't do them all by himself. Never realized there was this much of a market for dry tea before. But it means I need someone new for a front-of-house position.”
“I-” you stood and looked blankly at her. There was no way she just..
Her slender, smooth hand touched your arm as she passed you back the smoke. Which caused your belly to grow hot.
“You want to hire me?” you managed to squeak out. Laswell waited patiently as you stammered through a few protests and excuses. Before managing to blurt out “But Graves-”
“Doesn't value you. And he should.”
Her blunt answer caused your cheeks to heat up, and you glanced down the empty alley. You rolled the seed in your head, planting the idea whether you wanted or not, as you puffed on the dying cigarette. Pulling the smoke into your lungs until it went out.
A bit bashful at finishing the smoke, you gave her an apologetic look. Slowly, she moved forward and leaned towards you. “You look like someone who's a team player, too.”
Everything was burning now. Your face. Your chest. Your lungs. Your cunt.
You nodded in agreement, only to be met by her moving closer and beckoning you closer with a crooked finger. As if you were pulled by some magnetic force, you couldn't help but meet her. Soft lip crashing onto yours.
It's like your entire body went loose in stunned relief.
She was kissing you.
Not just kissing, but cupping a hand behind your head and back as you stumbled back into the brick wall. Your mouth opened, and your blazed lungs forced the smoke out into her mouth. The older woman let out a pleased noise as her thumb stroked your ear.
All the stress that had been bubbling under the surface seemed to explode. Was this probably a bad idea? Yes. But right now, you didn't care. Her kiss was perfect. Soft yet firm. Everything you needed.
The hand on your back moved to your hip, perfectly manicured nails tracing the thin fabric of your shirt. A soft moan escaped your throat into the kiss, and your thigh tensed and shook.
Laswell reluctantly broke the kiss, smoke billowing out of her mouth. You could hear the pity in her voice, “Poor girl, he's been working you to the bone...So stressed.”
The nicotine rush made your head swim.
You let out a choked “Please...”
But more words wouldn't come, and it was like your brain had a jam somewhere. You didn't even know what you wanted. You just knew you needed it. Her hand slipped under your apron and tugged at your jeans before pausing.
Waiting.
Her mouth kissed your ear, “You poor thing... So pent up. You want some relief?”
“Please,” you choked out again, eyes stinging in shame
It seemed to be enough for her.
Strong fingers pulled your pants forward enough for her soft hand to slip in. You hadn't realized how wet you had gotten. It was soaking the cotton of your panties and making it cling to your skin. It had been so fucking long since-
The thought vanished from your head as a finger rubbed against your clit, the wet fabric against the nub sparking jolts of pleasure through you. A moan nearly escaped your mouth, but another kiss swallowed it.
You weren't sure how long you two were standing in the alley like this, but by the time she slipped her hand into your panties, you were begging desperately. Clinging to the woman who had you pinned up against the wall. The moment she slipped a finger into your warm cunt you saw white. Her pace started slow, but she seemed intent on ramping it up.
Thank god her mouth was on yours to cover the squeals.
Time slowed down as you found yourself spreading your legs further. Your body begging for more.
Tears burst from your eyes as your body convulsed and shook, accidentally breaking the kiss. Not a full orgasm, but still pleasurable.
“You need a little more...” Her silken voice carried in the silent alley.
“Please-fuck! Laswell-”
“Kate,” She interrupted.
You bit your lip and nearly wept, “Kate, please!”
A second finger joined the first, the heel of her hand pressing down just right. You shoved your head into her shirt to muffle your scream.
The long, steady strokes felt like they ripped your brain out of your body. Over and over. She didn't seem to care that your nails were digging into her arms as you sobbed.
“It's alright”
Her words were sending you careening as your entire body convulsed.
“Cum for me-”
That did it. You thrashed in her grip as you came. Breathing heavily and sobbing apologies loudly, praying no one had overheard you. Panting into her chest.
“There we go, sweetheart... Let's clean you up.”
Thankfully, it had only taken a moment for you to try and compose yourself as Laswell fixed you up. Your face flushed with blood as she smoothed your apron down for you.
“My offer still stands... You can start tomorrow morning. Come knock on the back door at 6 and I'll have a contract waiting. Set morning shifts five days a week. Medical, dental, tips, four weeks vacation, and a dozen sick days. Standard for my employees.”
She paused, and you could see the corner of her lip twitching up. “Maybe a little bit of favouritism as well. You are much cuter than the rest of my staff after all.”
Your mouth felt dry as a wave of elation washed through you.
“Yeah,” The words had tumbled out of your mouth before you knew it. “That-... that would be amazing! Kate... Thank you... um.”
Kate leaned towards you and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek. At the same time, she slipped something into your hand and whispered in your ear, “Take a taxi home too, sweetheart, you look exhausted.”
As she stood back and patted your hip before nodding her head in the direction of Shadow Coffee. “I'll watch you get in. Off you go.”
Kate looked into your eyes once more before you hurried towards the steel door. Glancing down into your hand to see two crisp bills. Ten times what you needed for the cab.
You glanced back at her for a moment as you punched in the code, blushing as she rewarded you with a wink.
Content Warnings: Fem!reader, the reader is described as younger than Laswell who I headcannon as late forties/early fifties, Cockwarming (of course), PIV Sex, Creampies, semi-public/risky sex (no one gets caught), Naked Female Clothed Male, Competitive Gaz, Bondage, lil bit of subby Soap, Size Kink with Ghost if you squint, funky dildo/strap-on description, a little bit of degradation/humiliation/voyeurism (Laswell), poly dynamic (Laswell/her wife).
Cockwarming with the 141 boys + Laswell/Laswell's wife.
I smoked a bowl, got a second wind and my brain decided to vomit my horny ramblings onto a word document. Someone plz lock me in my cage.
Price… is always so firm with you when you curl up in his lap for him, stripped naked and nuzzled into his neck. He only likes doing this when he has extremely boring paperwork to do. Bribing himself with your soft wet cunt stretched around him to get this bullshit dealt with sitting at the large oak desk in his locked office. The first couple of times were hard, learning to stay still and not squirm around. But you got the hang of it and you'd listen to music in your earbuds. It's nice to snuggle against his warm chest and just daydream. Dirty thoughts of course. Thinking about all that's going to happen…
You relish waiting for the moment he finally finishes and lays you on his desk fucks you until you both are panting and heaving. John Price is a dominant man but even he turns into a bit of a blubbering mess, thanking you for helping him over and over. He feels guilty every time he asks you to do this to help him out, knowing you're spending hours speared on him. The Captain does his best to be a gentleman though and always takes you out to ice cream after, still stuffed with his cum.
Gaz… had never really tried it before until one day when you two were arguing over football. Come on did he have to watch every single game when he was on leave? You wanted attention too! It quickly devolved into a bet that he wouldn't be able to ignore you and you don't like losing. Of course he expected you to fuck him. He smugly grinned, still mainly watching the game as you took off your panties and began getting his cock out. But once you lowered your wet heat down onto him and sunk down till he was buried deep within you… You simply pulled out your phone and began to scroll. It then began a game of chicken. With you two blatantly ignoring each other.
You did your best to tempt him. Squeezing down in a random pattern every couple of minutes or anytime the opposing team was close to scoring. Wiggle around occasionally until he'd smack your ass. You smugly won once there were four minutes left and Gaz's team had been scored on twice in a row when he just couldn't help it any longer. Pinning you down onto the couch and rutting into you like a wild animal, muttering something about how 'that wasn't fair'.
Soap… is not a patient man. You learned that early on. He'd wait if he had to, of course, the man was an elite special forces operator. Was respectful, no is no after all. But given permission? That man would have his hands on you 24/7. He liked to try new things in the bedroom too, and when you suggest trying it he agrees eagerly, but to his embarrassment Soap ends up barely able to last five minutes of you sitting on his cock in bed before fucking both of your stupid. Still curious about it though you asked to try again a few weeks later. This time suggesting you tie him up to the four-poster bed… maybe that would help?
To your shock, he agrees and later that night you find yourself in the satisfying position of looking down at your naked boyfriend tied tightly with a soft pink rope. You do your absolute best to make sure he has no wiggle room and you're very proud of the bow you did on his wrists much to his annoyance. Safety scissors and water on the bedside table, you read your currently smutty obsession on your Kindle as you grind slowly on his cock. Listening to the horny whines and rambles of Soap as he slowly becomes more pussy drunk.
Ghost… certainly raised an eyebrow when you asked if you could just 'sit on it'. Face burning you promised him you'd fuck him after of course…. but that you thought it's feel nice and you could be close to him. Just five minutes. He nods and agrees quickly despite never quite trying something like that before. Citing it wasn't like it would hurt him and he doesn't mind trying something new. Wants to make his girl happy so he figures he should at least try it out. Waves your giggling form over to his recliner where he's sitting as he unbuckles his belt. You happily peel off your pants and underwear and climb onto his large form.
It's much harder than he thought though, and by the end of the five minutes, he's gritting his teeth trying to resist the temptation to grab your hips and start thrusting up into you. You look so dreamy and happy, snuggled into his chest and leaking around the base of his cock, staining his jeans. The sex afterwards is absolutely fantastic, and you enjoy that you've managed to work your massive boyfriend up into a bit of a frenzy. Admittedly Ghost did quite enjoy it too and you two rotate it into your sex lives. And after a few more times you finally ask him "Ten minutes?". And Ghost takes one look at your hopeful look, swallows and agrees.
Laswell… loves watching you struggle to stay composed. You try your best to remain seated and stay calm on the older woman's lap while her wife makes the two of you a beautiful dinner. Giggling and explaining instructions as she cooks. A notebook and pen sit in front of you on and you do your best to take down the recipe. It's nearly impossible to ignore the firm silicone toy stuffed inside you though. Laswell picks a new one each time you do this, hooking it into her harness over her pants. This time she's chosen something bright blue and green, massive, thick, covered in bumps and ridges, and certainly not human. But you bullied it into your dripping cunt anyway.
Sitting in Laswell's lap you do your absolute best to write down the recipe for the fancy French beef dish that's being made in front of you. Trying to ignore that when she whispers dirty things in your ear, teasing you for leaking all over her pants. Finally when it's time for dinner she unhooks the dildo from her strap and helps you to sit down on your own chair with the dildo still stuffed fully in you. Now seated with a steaming plate in front of you, you force yourself to make conversation and slowly savor the dish as both women watch you squirm in delight.
Content Warnings: Grimm's dirty thoughts. Sex talk.
Gender Neutral
So @rememberwren and I were talking about how Johnny would literally never shut up in bed (especially if you were on top), and it got me thinking about the Call of Duty Characters in bed. Who would be loud? Who'd be quiet? What do they do when they cum? What kind of dirty talk would they like, etc?
Hey, I had a long day at work and came home to daydream about men grunting in my ear.
As we all know Soap is likely the loudest. Moans, gasps, and groans escape his lips and he doesn't even try to hide it. The man could probably have a side job of making erotic whimpering audios if he got his act together. Get him riled up enough and he won't shut up either, a constant stream of either dirty talk or begging in your ear. He can be an absolute Banshee when he cums.
I think Gaz would be the next loudest in bed. He's not a chatterbox like Soap but he enjoys talking to his partner during the sex. He enjoys praising his partner and talking you through it, but if you ask him for a little degradation he'll play into it. He grunts into your ear when he cums but if you've played your cards right you might get a whine as well.
I wanted to include Nikolai in this one. I think the pilot would be pretty chatty during sex, but not overly so. He enjoys a little bit of dirty talk and jesting back and forth. A big believer that sex should be fun, likes to make his partner laugh and smile. But when he gets worked up I can see him getting louder, especially when he cums. He has a habit of growling in your ear when he finishes.
Price is quite in the middle of the road with how loud he is. He's a grunter for sure. Not super talkative but will watch his partner and speak up if he thinks they need his words. He mumbles to himself a lot though, sometimes you can make out a 'so fuckin' perfect' or 'god you feel good'. Only gets particularly loud when he cums, grunting loudly and swearing.
I think Laswell is fairly quiet in bed. She spends her day shouting around and giving orders. Honestly when she's fooling around she just wants to relax and get a little bit of softness. She will talk to her partner, a constant soft whisper in their ear. Never raises her voice and prefers to murmur things out. Only getting slightly louder when she cums, she has to be coaxed into being louder.
Admittedly I do think Ghost is the quietest, especially to start out with. A few loud grunts, especially when he cums. But other than that he's fairly quiet during sex aside from his heavy breathing. He'll speak up if he needs you to move positions or if he's checking on you of course. But other than that he rarely dirty-talks you. Although once he gets more comfortable with a partner I can see him getting more into it.
