Thinking about poly!141 and reader and how they all got together.
Like it probably started with Price - you've been married a few years, together for longer and you've each had your own partners together and separate.
Hell Price was probably dating Nikolai for a good while and even brought him home to you to share more than a few times.
You had your own girlfriends and boyfriends - but nothing ever lasting. Nothing permanent like John is. Not a another husband or wife or life partner.
Until he brings Kyle home.
Kyle with his sweet smiles and big puppydog eyes you have a really hard time saying no to.
Kyle who makes you feel giddy and sweet like when you and John were teenagers. He likes to do things for you, cook dinner, flowers, hell he'll clean the house not because you asked but because he genuinely wanted to and he knows you've been working overtime this last week. And for some reason likes deep-cleaning the house in a way you and John don't. Acts of service is his love language.
Kyle who can and will happily keep his face buried in your cunt while John fucks you to the point of ruin because he's very good at wringing orgasms from you with just his mouth.
Kyle who's absorbed into your little life with John perfectly and who both of you have no intention of ever letting go.
(it also makes you sleep better knowing they're watching each others back while deployed)
Then comes along Simon.
Simon who starts out as Ghost and isn't there as a partner but as a friend who's still healing and figuring out how to be human again.
He's there when Price can coax him over so he's not spending leave totally alone. Who starts awkwardly fixing stuff around the house as a simple wordless thank you for keeping him around and feeding him.
Ghost who comes by to check on you when he happens to be home and John and Kyle are not and takes you grocery shopping or to doctors appointments and other errands because he doesn't want you driving around by yourself.
Ghost who slowly turns into Simon after spending more and more time with you at the house and in the kitchen - helping cook and bake and having afternoon tea together when John and Kyle are busy.
Ghost/Simon who will pin you down and make you scream his name while John and Kyle watch and coo at your tears.
It's Ghost who fucks it up by intentionally leaving you all behind and nearly breaking your heart. But it's Simon who comes back to apologize. And Simon who stays.
Simon and you slowly wooing each other over tea and books and terrible jokes because yes you laugh at every single one and it only encourages him to make more on and off the field.
Simon who now clings to you at night when it's just you two at home. You don't mention how hard you're also clinging to him, scared now he'll disappear too.
And Simon who brings Johnny home.
Simon and Johnny have their own thing going for a while and it takes the Scotsman slightly longer that it should have to realize you're all together.
Johnny who starts with Simon while on the way back from Mexico, and then is tossed into bed with both Simon and Kyle.
(literally. Simon literally scruffs Kyle and tosses him into Johnny's room and tells him to get his mouth to work if he knows what's good for him)
Johnny really can't complain after that night.
Johnny who's then dragged home to you by Simon and Kyle and it's love at first sight when you greet him with a smile and a homecooked meal of something he hasn't had in years.
He doesn't know how you know it's a favorite dish of his, but he's ready to propose to you that night by that time dinner is done.
You laugh and press a kiss to his lips and tell him you want him to stick around then if that's the reaction to just your cooking.
A few more choice words and some of the best sex Johnny has ever had and he's already decided to buy you a ring.
(He knows you're legally married to Price but that doesn't stop him. It doesn't stop Simon or Kyle either actually)
They all go out with John at some point in their relationship to pick out specific and meaningful jewelry for you from each of them - not engagement rings exactly, but each piece is beautiful and absolutely customized with the date each of them met you for the first time.
Each time John goes out with them he picks out another band to add to your bridal set as well. You now have four unique wedding bands nestled around your engagement ring. The original matching diamond band for John. A thin band of gold and silver twisted together for Kyle. A traditional gold band for Simon that matched the silhouette of John's. A band of hammered out silver for Johnny.
Kyle finds a gold ring and pendant set with all of yours and the boys birthstones set into tiny starbursts. Yours is always placed in the middle and surrounded by the rest of them just like you are at home. It rests just above your heart when you wear it.
Simon claims your right ring-finger with something that may actually count as an engagement ring. It's not as flashy or obvious since it's not a diamond, but the oval blue jade is set into a halo of emerald cut diamonds making it look bigger. But it comes with matching earrings and a necklace - and you like to wear the whole set when out to dinner with him.
Johnny finds someone making jewelry at a outdoor market and finds a matching set of sporran key bands with gold and silver accents that he buys immediately and pays extra to have resized to fit your right pointer finger and his left ring finger.
You loved all of them, grinning and giddy each time your little collection grew.
And you didn't just mean the jewelry.
~*~*~*~
edit: for the one person asking about the rings lol
- offers you his big warm hand when you ask him to get the heating pad. will lie behind you all day, his hand warming your soft, bloated belly. whispers to you about this study he read that says that orgasms can alleviate period cramps. slides his hands down your panties when you agree to try. does not mind the blood.
- keeps track of all your hygiene products and makes sure everything is topped up. buys five menstrual cups because nobody has told him they are reusable.
- smiles and patiently gets out of your way when you get snappy with him. understands what pain does to people.
… gaz
- is as perceptive as his captain, but clingier. hovers a little by the bed and does not need to be asked to come lay with you.
- knows your needs and cravings better than yourself. makes sure you have sweet and salty snacks within reach. always keeps your water bottle filled and nearby. makes delicious dinner for you with leafy greens and other iron-rich foods.
- watches your comfort shows with you. laughs at all the right scenes. dries the tears on both of your faces when it’s sad. does not ever make you feel stupid for liking the shows that you like.
… soap
- gets you up and moving without making you feel rushed and forced. holds your hand while you walk and regulates himself to follow your tempo. stops whenever to watch the clouds or study a bird with you, or to let you squeeze his hand when a particularly nasty cramp gets to you.
- makes sure the bedroom has perfect conditions for you. opens the windows and puts the fan on to help you cool down, or gets an extra blanket if you’re too cold. changes the sheets if they feel too scratchy. will sleep on the floor if it means you’re more comfortable for it.
- readily offers to eat you out when you mention that orgasm study.
… ghost
- makes you tea. his knee jerk reaction when anything feels out of place is to make you tea. your nightstand accumulates tea mugs rapidly on your down days.
- dips into his own supply of heavy pain meds when your own don’t work. sits with you and strokes your hair until they kick in. lets you sleep once they do.
- showers with you, washes your hair for you and holds while you cry because you feel disgusting on your period. does not entirely understand it all. does not need to to be a supportive boyfriend.
a little something for soap and gaz i wrote with my pu that i wrote after watching challengers. it's horny it's a threesome what can i say. took “they should be at the club” a little too literally
warnings: minors dni! smut, threesome, soap x gaz, soap x reader, gaz x reader
Your skin feels fucking electric. Bass pumping through your blood vessels like it’s a second heartbeat, the heat of a hundred other bodies twisting in empty space all around you, the faint bitterness of alcohol sitting on the back of your tongue. You haven’t gone clubbing in a while, but something about tonight makes you think that it’s your night.
You own this.
Your hands flutter around the ends of your skirt, toying with the short hem as your body gets lost in the music. Music, sweat, alcohol, and you’re cast in a spell that’s dizzyingly intoxicating. You feel like you’re almost putting on a performance, one that’s watched simultaneously by no one and everyone. You allow your hands to trail the length of your body, your dress, teasing and tugging, hinting at something that nobody here will be able to get. You feel giddy at the thought, the control that it gifts you— everyone wants you, none can have you. The thought echoes around in your tipsy mind as your inhibitions fly into the past, and you lose yourself in a world where only you, the music, and the lights flashing above you exist. You’re that-fucking-bitch, and it’s time to get another drink in you. You stretch your hands above your head, moving slowly through the crush of people to get to the holy grail, the club bar that’s illuminated with LED lights that burn at your corneas.
“‘Scuse me, sorry!” You shout as you pass a group of four men that seem to be towering over everyone else. Maybe it’s their heights, maybe it’s something else, but it’s almost… difficult to look away from them. They feel magnetic to you. Two in particular— a sturdy-built man with a mohawk, and the man standing next to him, with dark curly hair— seem to hold your glance as you squeeze between them and the crowd.
Neat, manicured nails tap against the bar as you wait to catch the bartender’s attention— it’s taking so long that you’re debating just going back onto the dance floor empty handed when you feel a warmth encase you from behind.
“Sorry,” A man’s voice rumbles in your ear, just loud enough to float above the din of beats and bass drops. “Jus’ needed to grab the bartender’s attention real quick.” His voice is smooth, and he sounds— what, British? You shift just a little, trying to ignore the way that the ebb and flow of the crowd pushes your body into his, allowing his hips to align with your body in a way that makes you feel confident he’s got something worth hiding under those clothes.
“You can go after I flag him down, then,” You say, smiling at the bartender as he turns your way. You’re getting what you want, and this man’s just going to have to wait.
“How’m I supposed to buy you a drink if you do it first, love?” He asks, and the offer makes you turn in surprise. The man behind you is one of the two that caught your gaze earlier, deep brown skin stretched taut over defined muscles that drew your gaze from a more-than-partially unbuttoned white shirt.
“How presumptuous of you to assume that I want a drink from you,” You respond back, but your hands betray your goal, tracing his collarbone as his skin rippled with the reflection of strobe lights over a sheen of sweat. His teeth catch on his bottom lip as he gives you a smirk, hands finding your waist to pull you closer to him.
“What’ll it be?” He says into your ear, hands tracing down to the tops of your hips. You’re distracted by a bead of sweat tracing lazily down his neck, by the radiant heat of his body. Something inside you is urging you to lick it, to push yourself closer to him and drag your tongue against his skin, to bite at his jaw.
“Just a shot of tequila,” you reply. You fight at your sex-driven impulses, choosing to drag your nails lightly down the length of open skin on his chest. It’s hard for you to ignore the way his body responds with a shudder, and you smile coyly, dropping your hand before you reach the part of his shirt that’s buttoned up.
“I’ll take a tequila shot for the lady, and two shots of whiskey,” He calls to the bartender behind you, lifting his arm away from your body to offer his card to the bartender. You take the chance to slip away from him, lingering nearby but allowing the distance to immerse you in the club’s atmosphere once more. Your heart pumps blood and desire as you drink in the man’s form, letting your eyes drift down to the sight of his ass in those jeans. When he realizes you’re missing, he turns in a near panic but relaxes at the sight of you, an easy smile flooding his face once more.
“Your drink,” He says, holding the shot glass out to you, but you don’t reach your hand out in kind.
“I’ll have your name first,” You respond. It’s hard to hear him, nearly shouting at him just to be heard over the music.
“Kyle, and you?” He asks. You offer your name in response, before taking the shot glass and downing it in one go. A drop of tequila splashes onto your bottom lip, and Kyle’s thumb is quick to find it, bringing it to his mouth as you watch with a sharp inhale. His eyelids flutter shut as he presses his thumb to his tongue, and your breath quickens at the sight.
“So, Kyle, are you from around here?”
“We’re military. From a lot of places, and from nowhere at the same time.”
“We? You talkin’ about the guys you came here with?”
“Yeah, my mate actually wanted to chat you up instead, but I saw you, couldn’t resist,” Kyle says as he loops his arms around your waist.
“What if I wanted him instead?”
“Well, do you?” Kyle asks, dipping his head into your neck. His nose rests above your carotid as he breathes softly into your skin.
“How can I decide that when I haven’t even seen him myself?” You ask, teetering between teasing and serious. Kyle is fucking delicious enough, you don’t need another man, but it’s too tempting to toy with him. You can feel his lips curve into a smile before he pulls away, drawing you into his gaze once more.
“Why don’t you decide now? He’s coming this way.” The warning comes only seconds before you feel a second heat at your back, caging you between muscle, fat, and skin.
“Awright ya?” A Scottish accent drawls from behind you, and you turn to face the newcomer. Kyle’s arms drop from around you. He’s just as handsome as Kyle, the man behind you, but in a different way. He’s fire, while Kyle is ice. It’s the mohawked man from earlier, Kyle’s “mate”. Neither of them are touching you but they’re so close you swear you can feel their heartbeats, in tune with the music, and you lean your head back on Kyle as the stranger moves in closer. Their hips frame you, hard bodies grinding into your own.
Kyle’s hands start at your thighs, slowly stroking up while the stranger’s hands twist at the fabric at your waist. “An’ wha’s a pre’y bird like yerself doin’ out here?” The man asks you as his hands start to shift downwards. You’re not ignorant of Kyle’s hands opposing the movement, stroking up the insides of your thighs before ghosting over your pelvis and tracing your belly lightly.
“Wondering what your name is,” You say with a smile. You allow your body to shift and shimmy to the beat, unbothered by their presences, like it’s a privilege that you’re even letting them touch you in the first place.
“Johnny,” He replies as his hands gain purchase on your ass. You wonder if he can feel Kyle’s thighs, or the evidence of his attraction that presses firmly into you. Kyle’s hands continue their path until they rest just under your tits, a touch that’s only enough to be felt from over the fabric.
“So now that you’ve seen him,” Kyle asks from behind you, “which one of us do you want?”
You tilt your head backwards to look at him. One of Kyle’s hands flies to rest at the base of your throat naturally, like the prettiest necklace you’ve ever worn. You can see everything he’s thinking as it gleams in his eyes, desire undressed and open. All for you. Then you look back at Johnny, whose desire only seems to grow as he looks at the both of you.
And then it clicks for you. Not Johnny, not Kyle, but Johnny and Kyle.
You show your decision nonverbally, hands resting at the back of both of their throats as you tilt sideways. You approach Johnny first, lipstick staining his mouth as he devours you hungrily, stealing your breath and taking it as his. His open mouth entangles with yours, and you hum at the taste of him on your tongue.
Then, you pull away.
Kyle awaits you with a poorly-concealed eagerness. His mouth moves quickly against you, that same starved desperation that Johnny had making him twist his tongue against yours. Johnny’s tongue finds your neck, lining the tendons on your neck with a certain thirst that makes your spine electric with desire. You don’t miss the way that he moans ever-so-slightly at the taste of Johnny on your tongue, only solidifying your decision further.
Both.
You let them go abruptly to walk to the exit, turning and looking at them expectantly as they recover from their shock to follow you. You’re a siren, pulling at them and they can’t think anything of it. Yours to devour.
~~~
The Uber to their place is quick, but rife with tension.
“You ever do this before?” You ask as you lean by their door, Johnny fumbling with the keys as Kyle nips at your neck, hands roving over your body as you hold back moans. He keeps your body pressed into his and rolls your hips close, slowly grinding his bulge into you.
“Wha’, same bird, same time? Nae— Tha’s nae fair, ye cannae star’ withou’ me!” Johnny complains as he throws the door open. Kyle’s quick to usher you in as they close the door behind you, pawing at your clothes before you bat at their hands and pull their mouths closer to you. They show just a heartbeat of hesitation before you urge them to kiss you in a tangled threeway, a messy dance of tongues and teeth. You pull away, but the two of them don’t stop— lost in passion, and desire. Johnny’s hands find Kyle’s necklaces, twisting into them as he steps closer to the other man. Their noses bend as they kiss, twisting their necks as they seek out more of one another. You watch them for a brief second as desire floods you, too, before tugging sharply at Johnny’s hair. He releases Kyle’s mouth with a gasp, eyelids shut as he moans open-mouthed at your action.
“Don’t whine, Johnny,” you reprimand him, pinching his cheeks together before you spit in his mouth. He moans louder, and sticks his tongue out, as if asking for more. Kyle presses his tongue to Johnny’s quickly, catching your spit as it threatens to drip from Johnny’s tongue. “Good boys,” you coo, allowing your hands to trace gently at the nape of their necks before you let them go. “Can’t believe you’ve never done this before.” You push straight through them as they stand there, gasping for air.
You seat yourself at the arm of their couch, spreading your thighs enticingly. The two men find themselves kneeling between your knees, pressing kisses to the insides of your knees. They look at you adoringly, like they’re competing for your attention. They’re not getting it. But it feels good, the way they mouth and shift further into the apex of your thighs. Johnny’s the first to bully his head below your skirt, pulling the lace of your gusset to the side to lap at your cunt. Kyle watches Johnny, transfixed, watches the way Johnny grips the back of your thighs and pulls you deeper into his mouth.
“Kyle,” you half-moan as Johnny begins to suck at your clit. Johnny whines at the perceived dismissal, but he shifts to eating your cunt with a furiosity, nose bumping against your mound as his tongue dips into your hole. “Why don’t you be a good boy and take care of Johnny?” Kyle’s gaping mouth is an obvious tell of his shock and reluctance, but the darkening of his pupils betray his desire. You lean forward to thrust your thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He lets your finger rest on his tongue as he leans into Johnny’s body, and you watch as Kyle’s hands trail along Johnny’s hips. “All that military training made you so obedient, didn’t it?” you praise him, watching the way his eyes squeeze shut as he finally grabs Johnny’s cock through the fabric.
Johnny’s loud groan draws your attention away from Kyle, to the man who’s buried under your skirt. You tug at the hair of his mohawk sharply, pulling him away from your thighs as he gasps at the slight pain at his scalp.
“Good boys share,” you say plainly, pushing him back so that Kyle can find his way between your thighs. Kyle lets go of Johnny in his haste to get to you, but the sharp click of your teeth makes both men freeze. “I didn’t say let go of Johnny, did I?”
Kyle nods dazedly, placing one hand at your hip to stroke at your clit easier, before he turns to Johnny and begins to undo Johnny’s pants. Johnny helps him as he leans back to sit on his heels, transfixed by you like you’re some sort of angel. The thought makes you laugh. How sacrilegious. Kyle’s fingers sink into your cunt at the same time that he strokes at Johnny’s bared cock, and Johnny’s and your moans intermingle, choral in pleasure. You throw your head back as Kyle finds his way back to you, heat diffusing from his tongue and mouth into your skin. The initial shock wears off quickly, allowing you to watch Johnny’s reaction. He’s watching Kyle devour you, and you quickly tug the skirt further up your body, allowing Johnny to see Kyle eating your pussy like a man starved. He hisses through his teeth as he watches Kyle, knuckles turning white as he keeps his hands firmly planted on the floor. His restraint is tearing into him.
“Johnny,” You coo, and Johnny’s head snaps to let him look you in the eyes. The power he gives you is intoxicating, and the tension builds in your spine as you breathe in the scene unfolding in Kyle and Johnny’s place. “Why don’t you show Kyle how you want him to stroke you?”
Kyle’s fist loosens around Johnny’s cock, but doesn’t let go— a fact that Johnny takes advantage of as his palm wraps around Kyle’s fist, tightening it the way he wants, stroking it faster. Kyle’s a fast learner, he manages the pace even when Johnny lets go to tug at his balls, squeezing and pulling. His face twists into obvious signs of pleasure, gasping and screwing his pretty face up. That’s enough, you think, and pull Kyle away from you by the nape of his neck.
You stand, but they remain kneeling by your feet. They’re perfect, so well-trained that they won’t move a muscle without you telling them to. Hm. It’s too perfect of an opportunity, served on a fucking platter— you want them to figure out whatever it is they have going on. You sigh, tugging at your bottom lip with your index finger while you look down at them. Kyle’s still stroking lazily at Johnny, that desperate connection threading between the two of them. Honestly, you don’t even need to do anything.
“Confess,” you say, looking at Johnny. His tongue darts between his teeth as he breathes hard. The effect of Kyle’s hand gripping his shaft is lost on nobody, but it’s fun to play this game.
“Come on,” you coax, looking at Kyle now. “All those months away from people, from civilization, and you expect me to think nothing’s happened between you two?”
Kyle answers your question with a nervous laugh, stuck in his throat as he coughs it out like an excuse. Johnny, however, is silent. He looks to you for salvation, and you know he’ll do it— he’ll confess. Your eyes narrow as you focus on the brunet, connecting him with him silently. There is no world apart from the three of you, the surroundings fading as you become his central focus.
“I can hear ye,” Johnny says slowly. He’s talking to Kyle, but his eyes don’t leave yours. “When yer in the shower, and ye think yer alone. When yer—” Johnny breaks eye contact with you to look at Kyle, who’s now staring at him intently. “An’ I cannae help it, really, but I…”
“You what?” Kyle asks him, leaning in to Johnny so that he’s almost an inch away from the Scottish man. A fool would think it was intimidation. But you know better. “You touch yourself the way I’m touchin’ you now?”
You almost don’t want to breathe. The confession lingers between the two of them before Kyle’s eyes drop to Johnny’s lips, and he leans in, open-mouthed, to kiss the other man.
Their kiss is different now. Hesitant, a kiss that follows once everything has been said. But it quickly deepens into more as Johnny paws at Kyle’s clothes.
“Stand up,” You say sharply. Your voice cuts through their desire as they stand up, their quick breaths and swollen lips betraying the effects of their dizzying lust. You undo Kyle’s pants, tugging the clothing down to free his cock as you take both Johnny and Kyle into your hands. They’re quick to kiss along your jaw, face, shoulder, neck, before they return to kissing you, tongues tangling as you all get lost in the kiss. Johnny’s panting—or is that Kyle? as you steal each other’s breath, suffocating one another as you consume each other.
Kyle and Johnny move closer to one another almost gravitationally, until it’s difficult to fit both your arms between their bodies. They don’t leave you forgotten as their hands roam and squeeze at your ass, stroking and cupping your cunt through the soaked fabric of your panties. While you kiss them, you take both of their lengths into one hand, stroking them both in one fist. Kyle and Johnny both fall away from the kiss, allowing their heads to fall onto the others’ shoulders. Their fingers slip into your dripping cunt, curling as they heed the pursuit of your desire in addition to yours. Johnny’s thick fingers work in tandem with Kyle’s slender ones, stroking at your walls, thumbing at your cunt. Your pleasure is harmonious now, intricately entwined with the pleasure of the men before you. Their gasps and moans electrify your spine, blood roaring between your ears as white-out pleasure meets you. And as you find your release, so, too, do they, cum dripping down skin and scar on their torsos.
They slump into you, exhausted, as their muscles relax. Their heads feel almost right like this, slotted into your neck as they catch their breaths. You bring your hand to their mouths, covered in their cum, and they carefully tongue off their release from your skin, moaning slightly at the taste of both of them combining on their tongues.
And then you step forward between them, grabbing your purse from the barstools at their kitchen counter before you turn to them, rattling off a series of numbers in quick succession.
“Call me,” you say with a smile, letting yourself out and laughing at the sound of scrambling from inside their apartment.
Baker!Johnny x gn!reader Part 2
I love these two with my entire existence. They make me want to take them and smush their lips together. But they've got some ways to go. Reader is just horribly oblivious and Johnny flirts with everything that has two legs. Great mix. Enjoy flustering Johnny.
Once again english is not my first language and I used a translator for Johnny's accent.
Part 1 | COD Masterlist | Part 3
It’s been raining the whole day when his door gets opened. Johnny looks up, seeing you hold open the door for a group of girls that rush into his shop, fleeing from the pouring rain. Some of them eye you and the way you tower over them for a moment too long. You give them a bright smile in return.
He can’t help but want to throw all the customers out so he might have a moment alone with you. Close up his bakery for the general public just for the opportunity to be alone with you.
Instead he leans onto the counter grinning flirtingly at the group of girls. “Good day, lassies. How can ah sweeten yer day?”
He really tries to fight it but he can’t help but watch you out of the corner of his eyes while he serves the group. You’re hanging back and looking at the many choices of coffee he has on display. Your hands are casually tucked into your pockets and he’s so damn grateful for your height because it means he can see you over the girl’s heads.
“Guid choice. Something sweet for someone sweet.”, he winks at one as he hands her the bag with the pastry and the entire horde begins giggling. He grins and catches your fond expression over their heads.
You’re smiling at the exchange, shaking your head in fake irritation when you catch him looking at you. Johnny tries to bite back the big grin that threatens to overtake his flirty expression when he sees your reaction.
Finally the big group leaves the shop and you take their place at the counter, your sudden closeness nearly making Johnny breathless. You’re still slightly damp from the heavy rain outside and your eyes are twinkling with mischief.
“Oh Mr. big burly baker, may I get a hot chocolate and some cake to eat here so I can ogle at your muscular arms and Scottish charms?”, you say, fake swooning and pretending to go weak at the knees.
Johnny laughs at that his heart swelling with fondness at your silly display. “Alright are ye done poking fun at me?”
You straighten up again leaning in closer against the counter, bracing your own arms on it and looking down at him. “Me? Poking fun at you MacTavish? Never. I will be enjoying the view the entire time. Maybe even more than the cake.”, you murmur, all traces of sarcasm suddenly gone and Johnny swears his heart stops.
Your eyes are fixed on his and he’s not sure he could break the intense contact if he wanted to. “The sweetest treat in this entire bakery is you, MacTavish.”
He clears his throat, his heartbeat so quick and hard he’s sure you can see it pulse on the side of his neck. “That was only th' truth 'til ye came in, bonny.”, he says and hates how thin his voice sounds.
You smile slightly and then take your hands off the counter switching back to non-flirty you as if you didn’t just shake him to his core.
“Are you very busy today? I can take it to go if you’ve got your hands full.”, you suddenly ask and the consideration nearly sends him to his knees.
“No!”, he says so quickly that it’s almost embarrassing. He tries to safe face by adding a smoldering smirk. “A'm never too busy for ye. Juist pick a table, ah will bring yer order over in a moment.”
Mesmerized he watches you turn and pick out a table tucked into a cozy corner. He can’t help but watch until you’re seated. The way your body moves utterly entrancing to him. Johnny desperately wants his hands on you so he can feel those movements for himself. How can a human being be so utterly bewitching?
He has to physically shake his head to rip his gaze away from you and go get started on making your drink. His neck prickles as if he’s being watched but when he takes a look over his shoulder he sees you looking out the window. The people at the table next to yours are ogling him though.
The sinking feeling of disappointment at the lack of attention from you makes him feel immensely stupid. Silently he hopes that no new customers come in so he might get the chance to chat with you for a bit.
He takes your order over to your table and you appreciatively close your hands around the big mug of hot chocolate a content sigh leaving you. “Thank you, MacTavish.”
“Johnny.”, he corrects and watches you cock your head. “Ye can call me Johnny.”
When you murmur his name, repeating it back at him, he grins down at your seated form, taller than you for once. “It sounds the best when ye say it. Any other way tae say it should be forbidden, bonnie.”
Your eyes snap to his and you incline your head at him, considering him. “Johnny…”, you murmur again and he can feel his knees grow weak. Oh yeah, he definitely likes the sound of that. Maybe a bit too much. The way you say it is-
“Johnny”, you almost sigh out and he can feel his cheeks heat up. He’s not prepared for this. He’s not prepared to hear you say his name more than once in a row. Why is that so hot? Who even allowed you to call him by his first name? What idiot thought he’d survive hearing his name in your voice?
“Johnny”, you say slow and deliberately taking your time to caress every part of his name with your tongue. He feels the blush spread down to his chest until he’s hot all over. The tips of his ears feel like they caught fire.
You nod towards the counter. “There are new customers, Johnny.” His gaze is fixed on the way your lips form his name he’s sure his expression is beyond dazed when you chuckle a bit and the meaning of your words sink in.
His head whips around effectively breaking the spell he had fallen under and he curses under his breath making you laugh beautifully.
“Interesting reaction, MacTavish. I’ll keep that in mind.”, your voice rings out behind him while he hurries back behind the counter.
Rumours are spreading that the force 141 has been infiltrated by a woman. Everyone is sure that they will succumb to the bad luck that the woman will bring.
Characters – Reader, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Graves.
Word Count - 1.5k
‘Captain.’ Graves announced himself as he walked into the small room, which had quickly filled up.
‘Fellas, what can I do for you?’ Price leaned back in his chair, legs widened as Graves looked over you and Simon, who stood either side of his chair.
‘We’ve got word there be a woman on this ship.’ Graves commented, Price arched an eyebrow at him, your brows wrinkled.
‘A woman?’ He questioned, Graves nodded.
‘That’s been said.’ He replied.
‘Any idea who?’ Price asked, Simon crossed his arms over his chest, Graves tensed up but shook his head.
‘No sir, just -,’ He said.
‘It’s lies then.’ Price relaxed, he waved his hand dismissively.
‘Lies?’ Graves asked, shocked that he wasn’t worried about a woman aboard the ship.
‘Yes.’ Price replied sternly, Graves furrowed his brows, ‘if they are bad luck, how has this ship, this crew been nothing but successful?’ He added, Graves’ lips thinned.
‘Where you going?’ His deep voice asked, you tensed slightly but continued packing the small amount of your belongings.
‘I need a break.’ You replied, he exhaled through his nose.
‘A break, from roaming the world?’ Price asked, you slowly nodded.
‘Yeah, fancy standing on solid ground other than looting it.’ You commented, a noise came from the back of his throat.
‘Nothing to do with this bad luck we’ve got?’ He questioned, you pursed your lips as you turned to him.
‘No sir, I believe that we’ve received good luck as well.’ You told him, bringing up the statement he had told Graves not even a hour or so ago.
‘I believe it’s all down to you, ain’t it?’ He questioned, you looked away from him.
‘No idea what you’re talking about sir.’ You replied, hoping you sounded calm.
‘So, you ain’t a woman?’ Price questioned, you shook your head.
‘No sir.’ You replied, he took a step closer to you.
‘So, if I were to rip this top from you, I wouldn’t find breasts?’ He asked, you glanced down to his hands that lingered near your side before you leaned closer to him, his gaze jumped to your lips.
‘You try that sir and I'd slice you.’ You warned him, his gaze darkened as he focused on you.
‘And be flung off the ship for mutiny?’ He said, you took a step back from the captain and let the corner of your lips jump up.
‘Wouldn't do that to your good luck charm, would ya?’ You commented, eyebrow raised.
‘You say it isn’t you.’ He almost whispered, excitement swirled in his eyes.
‘It’s not,’ you shook your head, ‘but wouldn’t want to mess with calypso, would you?’ You challenged him.
‘Red?’ You ignored them as you smiled at the woman behind the stall, her gaze snapped to someone behind you.
‘You looked good in a dress.’ The voice said, warmth radiated from his body.
‘Excuse me.’ You said, the merchant forced a smile and stepped back.
‘Can I help you?’ You asked them politely, an eyebrow arched.
‘Wow a month and you don’t remember us?’ Soap commented, your brow dropped and looked at the four large men.
‘I’m sorry gentlemen but I've never met you before.’
‘You’re playing that card?’ Price questioned, you glared at him and shook your head.
‘Look you seem nice, yet it seems you have me confused with my twin brother.’ You lied to them, they faces twisted before amusement took over their faces.
‘Your twin has the same scar on his shoulder?’ Price’s hand reached up and rested on your bicep, his fingers moved the sleeve out the way to reveal the pale scar, you pulled your arm back to yourself.
‘We are identical.’ You spat out, you quickly paid the merchant far too much for your items, ‘Now I must go.’ You said to the men and walked away, they looked confused but let you disappear out their sight.
‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Ghost asked, you should’ve jumped but you had seen them sneak in when you were stood out in your garden.
‘Seems like you already knew.’ You commented, the washing set on the counter, salt from the sea had clung to them.
‘You tried to tempt luck?’ Ghost stated, he almost sounded annoyed as they watched you fold the clothes, not sparing them a second look.
‘Your luck had already been tempted.’ You said, you placed the white shirt down.
‘What does that mean?’ Soap asked, you flattened your hand over the shirt before you exhaled and turned to them, your lower back pressed against the counter.
‘Have you all truthfully thought that your luck had turned?’ You questioned them, slowly the four of them started to nod.
‘Yeah.’ Price replied, you rubbed your lips together.
‘You were getting the loot because I was on your ship.’ You told them, they looked amused.
‘So, you control fate now?’ Simon asked, you pressed your tongue against the back of your teeth as you refrained from snapping back.
‘No, I control the sea.’ You informed them, they looked at you with straight faces before they started to laugh, ‘Yeah, it’s hilarious right?’ You commented and walked away from them, they quickly sobered up and watched as you opened a cupboard.
‘What are you doing?’ Gaz questioned, it was the first he had spoken all day.
‘Come on, you can’t be mad at us, no one controls the sea.’ Soap said, you ignored them as you pulled the container out the cupboard, carefully you twisted and sat it at the wooden table they surrounded.
‘A jar of dirt?’ Gaz asked, you shut the cupboard door and turned around.
You remained silent as you unscrewed the lid, your hand dipped into the mixture of dirt and sand before you pulled it out, the seashell held in your grasp. The men watched as you held you hand out, allowing them to see the shell before your fingers tightened around it and the outer cracked open. You tilted your hand and the cracked shell tumbled to the ground, you held onto the piece of paper which you held up and allowed them to read.
‘When I receive a name, I board it in a way of seeing whether the ship and its crew survive or if they get sunk to the bottom of the sea.’ You explained, you set the paper on the table, on top of the sand, ‘If the crew mates fail the task then they are guided down to Davy Jones where he greets them with open arms.’ You finished, none of them spoke.
‘We’ve survived right, we aren’t going to sink now that you’ve left?’ Soap questioned.
‘She hasn’t left.’ Price replied quickly, you looked at him before you turned back to Soap.
‘No, you passed with flying colours, so now I move onto the next.’
‘Just like that?’ Price asked, you stared at him, neither of you moving before Simon pushed up and gestured to Soap and Gaz.
‘You should go with your crew.’ You directed it at Price as he stayed focused on the side of your face.
‘You’re part of the crew.’ Price said, the others silently walked away in order for you and Price to have a conversation.
‘Price I cannot board that ship again.’ You told him, it was the only rule you ensured you followed but as his blue eyes pleaded with you, you considered breaking it.
‘Why not?’ He questioned.
‘Davy Jones would come and collect me, ridding of anything that crossed his path.’ You explained.
‘I would stand with you till my last breath.’ Price admitted, he stepped forward and trapped you between himself and the counter.
‘You might but I won’t let you suffer because you believe you like me.’ You told him.
‘Like you?’ He asked, a hand reached up and gently took a hold of your chin, ‘You have invaded my every thought, day and night you take over my mind like a plague.’ Price said softly, you held eye contact with him.
‘As have you but I can’t go against the rules of the sea or all will suffer.’ You warned him, his brows furrowed slightly.
‘All will suffer?’
‘If I stay with you, with the crew, the seas will rage and all those who depend on it will suffer, death and decay will show if I follow my heart.’ You told him and placed a hand on his chest, the heat radiated through the thin shirt, his heartbeat quickened.
‘My heart wants to be on that ship with you, but I cannot let innocents suffer.’ You truthfully told him.
‘So, this is it?’ He asked, you nodded as you slid your hand from his chest up to his jaw, he closed his eyes.
‘You know where I live Captain John Price, don’t be a stranger.’ You warned him, you leaned closer and pressed your soft lips against his cheek, he sighed.
‘Very well.’ He pulled back from you, his soft eyes searched your face.
He gave you a nod before he turned away, you reached out before you could stop yourself, he twisted back to you, ‘If the seas are against you, open this.’ You swiped the small locket off the counter and placed it into his hand, the circle pendant sat in the centre of his hand.
‘You open this and I will feel it, no matter where you are.’ You told him, you carefully curled his fingers around it before you made eye contact with him.
Answer to drabble request: Thank you, @igotbloodonmyhands for my first request!
READER MISSES SOAP AND GHOST COMFORTS THEM:
Reader x Ghost x Soap
Johnny's away on a mission. One you and Ghost weren't selected for. Just Johnny.
You miss him. You miss him so much that you decide to find a way to make an alternative until he gets back.
You walk into your shared bathroom and see the pink bar of soap on the sink, fresh, and hasn't been used to wash dirty hands yet. Perfect for what you need. You grab it and take it on a journey to the desk in your room.
Once at the desk, you open the draws, top one; not what you're looking for, middle draw; all your craft stuff, just what you need.
You grab a couple of googly eyes and your bottle of superglue, then proceed to attach the eyes to the bar of soap.
Whilst you're digging through the craft draw, Ghost walks past and does a double take. Walking into the room as silently as always. He stands behind you, a hand sitting just above your shoulder.
You see it in the corner of your eye. You do a small nod of your head, letting him know he can place his hand.
"What y' doin'?" A long pause as you add the finishing touches, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. In answer to Ghost's question, you hold up your finished product; the googly eyes moving slightly with the fast movement.
"His name is Soapy!" You exclaim with a grin.
Ghost just looks down at you from where you're sat, an almost sad look in his eyes. "You miss him, huh?"
"Yeah..." You reply, voice lowering to a soft whisper, "I do."
Ghost tries his best to comfort you with an awkward side hug. You know he's trying, and you appreciate the effort.
