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roommate soap who catches you masturbating because nothing else quite takes the edge off like a little death or two but instead of looking surprised and pivoting, he stands there and looks perturbed.

yer doin' it all wrong, lass. it's no wonder ye always strung tight.

you go from mortified to insulted in seconds, but before you can even snarl at him to leave, he's already dragging his big ass boyfriend in the room, still fully appalled at how you're mistreating yourself.

got tae see this, simon. appalling, it is.

and now you're being manhandled into different positions, toys long abandoned for thick fingers and coarse palms, lube replaced with spit and they'd left you with the destabilizing knowledge that the first peak they'd brought you then had been humiliatingly fast and efficient and somewhere along the way, fingers had been replaced with tongues.

(that you had to almost crawl yourself to the bathroom after your long nap and they hadn't even fucked you is embarrassing.)

Poly!Ghoap You, Johnny, and Simon all travel to Johnnys hometown and spend the holidays with his family. (Johnnys mom LOVES Simon and would trade Johnny for him.)

Poly!Ghoap will split up home chores, Johnny will be outside and doing ‘blue jobs’, Simon likes doing laundry because I think he’s an organized king, and you have to cook because these boys cannot (seriously please don’t let them in the kitchen)

Poly!Ghoap who has fun hobbies, I imagine Simon likes knitting because his mom did. Johnny would love building mini figurines (he was definitely a Lego kid no debate)

Poly!Ghoap unironically loves rom-coms and will be sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn for the new episodes of Love is Blind.

Poly!Ghoap has AWFUL sleeping habits. Johnny cannot stay still, even when he’s sleeping. And don’t even get me started on Simon, because when he’s home, he sleeps like the dead and sounds like I, too. I mean snores like a dad, so get ready to worm yourself out of bed at 1 am and sleep in the guest bedroom (don’t be surprised when you wake up squished back in between your boys)

Paws and Effect Blurb

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Paws and Effect - A Ghost/Reader/Soap Hyrbid AU fic.

Blurb - 4k words, Full on AO3 - 16k words (18+)

Summary: Soap was convinced that Ghost was hiding something. He was dead set on a secret missus tucked away in some flat in London. Nothing could have prepared him for the truth. A cozy little farmhouse, far removed from the chaos of their world, and a… fluffy cat? The biggest shock yet? The cat’s true identity.

Soap was certain that Ghost had a missus back home. His first clue? Ghost’s uniforms. They were always crisp and well-pressed. Don’t get him wrong, he was sure the big man knew how to use an iron, but there was something suspiciously meticulous about the way his clothes looked when he would come back from leave. Pressed to perfection, not a single wrinkle in sight.

Not only were they clean-pressed, but there was that scent that drove Soap’s nose crazy. It wasn’t just your standard laundry detergent, there was something warmer, floral, something… homey. Soap had sniffed every brand of detergent he could get his nose on, but nothing quite matched the lingering fragrance that was on Ghost’s clothes.

He tried asking once, tossing out the question casually. “So, you got a missus waiting for you back home, Ghost?”

The man barely spared him a glance, shaking his head. “Just a cat,” he said. His tone was even, but Soap swears he could see just the faintest twitch of a smile under his mask. 

What really got under his skin was how the rest of the 141 played along. When he pressed Gaz about it, all he got was a shrug. “He’s not lying, mate. He’s got a cat.”

Price wasn’t any better. “Sounds about right,” he said, offering nothing more. Soap wasn’t buying it though, because every so often he’d get another clue. 

Like when he overheard Ghost chatting with someone on base. He kept mentioning how she was doing, whether she was planning to visit soon and no matter how hard he tried, Soap couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t a cat. It was always just vague enough to be brushed off, yet it gnawed at Soap’s curiosity. 

The final clue was the phone calls. Ghost wasn’t the type to waste time on mindless chatter, but every now and then, he’d slip away with his phone, voice low and private. One night, Soap happened to walk down the hallway towards the rec room at the right time. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop… kind of. It just so happened that he could hear Ghost’s voice from where he so happened to be standing.

“Yeah… I miss you too.”

Soap nearly fell out of his pants. He finally caught him, but he couldn’t let him know. He needed something more solid and he had to find out just who this girl was.

Going back to square one, he decided to take another swing at asking questions. “So Ghost, what’s your cat’s name?”

Ghost barely looked up from his cards. Soap had figured the team’s weekly poker game was the perfect time to catch him off guard. It seemed like a solid plan so far, but Ghost was just as unreadable as ever.

“Callie,” Ghost answered simply.

Soap narrowed his eyes. “What kind of name is that for a cat?”

Price leaned back in his chair, gaze darting between Soap and Ghost. “Why do you care so much, Johnny?” he asked his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“I don’t, I just-,” he huffed. “Look, I just know he’s full of shite, alright? There’s no way all he’s got at home is a bloody cat. And what’s worse is it that you lot seem to know it too.”

Across the table, Gaz snorted. “You sound jealous.”

Soap scowled. “I am not jealous. I just find it hard to believe.”

Before he could finish, Ghost’s phone buzzed.

The whole room went still.

Ghost barely reacted, checking the screen with his usual impassive air before typing out a quick response. Then, just as casually, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and placed his cards down with a satisfying ‘plap’.

“That was the cat,” he said flatly, revealing a full house. “Gotta make a call.”

Gaz nearly chokes on his drink, bursting out laughing. Price just sighed, leaning over to pat Soap on the shoulder. “Just give it up, mate.”

A month later, the task force was on the road, making their way back to base after a grueling week-long mission a few hours away. It was far too late for them to be out and exhaustion was starting to settle in. They had pushed to get back, desperate for their own beds, but the further they drove, the harder it was for everyone to stay awake.

“Why don’t we just crash at my place for the night,” Ghost offers, calm but firm. From behind the wheel, Price glances over, considering it for a second before nodding. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, speeding on into the night. 

Soap perks up immediately, practically bouncing forward to stick his head between the front seats. “Wait, we’re going to L.T.’s place?”

Ghost sighs, already regretting his offer. “On second thought…”

Soap playfully shoves his shoulder. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he grins. 

“It’s been a while,” Price cuts in, his voice carrying a note of familiarity. “It’ll be nice to visit again. Bet a lot’s changed since I was there last.”

Ghost doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he turns his gaze toward the dark scenery outside. “You have no idea…” he murmurs.

Soap blinks. “Wait, ye’ve been before, Captain?” 

Price nods. “A few times.”

From the back seat, Gaz casually raises a hand. “As have I.”

Soap reels back, scandilized “What?” he whines. “How come everyone else has got an invitation ‘cept me L.T.?”

Ghost cocks his head to the side, sizing up the Scotsman with an air of amusement. “You’re too rowdy. You’ll scare the cat.” 

Price and Ghost exchange a knowing glance, only adding fuel to the fire in Soap’s burning curiosity.

Soap huffs, flopping back into his seat with exaggerated indignation. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath.

He turns his attention to the window, watching as the darkness of the countryside stretches endlessly around them. The road was essentially empty with vast, open fields on either side. Every so often, a streetlamp would flicker by, offering the briefest glimpse of the world outside before swallowing it back into the shadows.

Yet, despite the tranquil scenery around them, Soap’s mind was far from resting. If everyone had been to Ghost’s place before, that meant that there was definitely something worth seeing, something he was hiding. He was determined to be right. Ghost had a bird.

Further into the drive, Soap catches glimpses of distant lights moving across the fields. They bobbed and weaved in a uniform rhythm, eerily synchronized for lights, flickering through the darkness.

“Farmer’s dogs are out,” Ghost comments, his voice low and unreadable. “Must be chasin’ something.”

Before Soap could get a proper look at whatever something was, the car veered onto a narrow side road, cutting off his view.

“You live near a farm?” he asks, watching as the scenery shifts.

Ghost grunts an affirmative, offering nothing more. Before he could press any further, Price turns onto a long, gravel driveway, the tires crunching softly against the stones. 

Soap leans forward again as a modest yet charming farmhouse comes into view. A small porch light bathes the front of the house in a warm glow. It looked, cozy. Not how he would think one would describe Ghost’s home.

“That’s yer place?” he asks, heavy skepticism coating his tone.

Once again, Ghost merely grunts an affirmative. Then, with a slight edge to his voice, he adds, “Make sure you mind your manners.”

Soap smirks. “What, ye worried I’ll scare the cat?” Soap teases. 

The joke earns him a hard glare from the masked man, the kind that makes it very clear that he is treading on thin ice. Price parks up close to the house before anyone can say anything further. 

After stepping out, Soap takes a chance to look at his surroundings. The house was wrapped in lush greenery, flowers spilling over from well-kept garden beds and climbing trellises. It was once again a stark contrast to the man who owned it, comfy. And yet, it only fueled Soap’s suspicions.

They had barely grabbed their bags when a blood-curdling screech tore through the quiet night.

Soap froze, immediately on edge. “What the hell was that?”

A deep, guttural meowl followed and it felt long, drawn-out, and wrong. It echoes from somewhere near the tree line, making Soap’s pulse quicken.

Ghost barely reacts, simply glancing towards the forest. “Cat must’ve got out,” he mutters before heading toward the house.

Soap hesitates. That didn’t sound like any cat he’d ever heard.

Something about how Ghost said it so casually and dismissive sends a shiver down his spine. With a quick glance toward the others, he hurries after Ghost, not keen on lingering outside any longer than necessary.

Stepping inside, Soap was immediately hit with a wave of warmth and comfort. The living room was the exact opposite of what he had expected. Big, inviting couches piled high with plush pillows and blankets, soft lighting that cast a golden glow across the walls. Nearly every surface was adorned with plants, their vines spilling over shelves and trailing toward the floor in lazy curls.

And then there was the pet bed. It was huge, nestled in the corner like a throne. Soap stared at it, utterly surprised. “Just how big is your cat?”

Ghost’s answer dies on his tongue as another ungodly screech echoed from outside, this time followed by the unmistakable snap of jaws and a furious chorus of barking dogs.

Soap flinched, whipping toward the window in time to see three of the distant lights streaking past, tearing towards the forest with breakneck speed.

“Sounds like they caught whatever they were after,” Ghost says flatly, completely unfazed. 

Soap turns to him, concern plastered on his face. Slowly, Soap takes a step away from the window.

“Right,” Ghost continues as if nothing had happened. “One of you will need to take the couch. Guest bed’s not big enough for three.” 

Just as the words leave his mouth, a sudden noise comes from the kitchen. A faint but distinct shuffle, the sound of movement where there shouldn’t be any. Every head snaps toward the doorway. The team had faced enemy fire, brutal missions, and near-death situations. But after the week they’d had, their nerves were still wound tight, instincts sharp.

Suddenly, soft, quick footfalls break the silence, followed by a chorus of eager meows barreling into the living room. The team exhales, shoulders loosening as the true source of the “intruder” revealed itself.

“There she is,” Ghost says, his voice uncharacteristically warm as he kneels down.

A fluffy black cat, with a mosaic of white and orange splotches, practically launches into Ghost’s arms. Immediately a cacophony of loud, rumbling purrs fill the room as the cat chirps and rubs their head all over the masked man.

“There's my girl,” Ghost coos as he rubs a finger under the cat's chin. 

Soap swears he can see the damn cat smile, purrs growing even louder as it presses into the touch, completely and utterly smitten with the masked man.

“She's looking nice and healthy,” Price comments, watching the affectionate display.

At the sound of his voice, the cat perks up, ears twitching as it twists out of Ghost’s hold and trots over to rub against Price and Gaz’s legs. Both men reach down to scratch at its soft fur, their hands easily finding familiar spots.

“I forgot how soft you were,” Gaz chuckles as it twirls between them, soaking up the attention. Then, as if suddenly noticing the extra presence in the room, the cat pauses. Its bright green eyes land on Soap, studying him with a quiet curiosity. It tilts its head slightly, ears twitching as it takes a hesitant step forward. 

Soap freezes, glancing at Ghost who gives him a small nod.

“Let her sniff your hand,” Ghost instructs. 

Frowning slightly, Soap peels off his glove and extends his hand, palm up. The cat looks to Ghost first, as if waiting for some kind of confirmation. Ghost turns his attention to the cat, cocking his head to Soap. “That’s Soap,” he tells it, low and steady.

At that, its ears perk, and its tail flicks before it closes the distance, giving his hand a few, careful sniffs. Then, as if making its final judgment, it presses its head into his palm, purring into the touch.

“Soap, this is Callie,” Ghost says simply. “Seems she likes you.”

Soap blinks down at her as she gazes up at him with wide, trusting green eyes. Any lingering suspicions, theories, or conspiracies vanish in an instant. Ghost was telling the truth. There was no secret missus waiting back at home.

Just this cat. 

Callie.

“She’s a beaut,” Soap admits, scratching gently behind her ear.

Ghost gives a short nod. “Yeah.”

After another moment, Callie stretches lazily and trots back over to Ghost. She lets out a long, dramatic yawn before hopping effortlessly into his waiting arms, nesting into the crook of his elbow with a satisfied purr.

“Looks like she’s had a long night,” Ghost remarks, stroking her soft fur. “We’re gonna turn in, regroup in the morning.”

A murmur of sleepy agreements passes through the team. Ghost gave one last nod before retreating toward the downstairs bedroom with Callie still draped in his arms like a queen.

There was some lighthearted bickering over who got the couch, but Soap eventually ends up being the one collapsing onto the plush sofa. The second his head hits the pile of soft pillows and blankets, sleep takes him. For the first time in a long, long time, everything feels strangely peaceful.

The next morning, Soap stirred awake to the low murmur of voices drifting from the kitchen. The warmth of the blankets still clung to him, and for a moment, he considered rolling over and slipping back into his peaceful sleep. The tempting scent of fresh coffee ends up winning out and he stretches with a groggy yawn. He pushes himself upright, blinking blearily at the cozy living room around him before making his way toward the voices.

As he stepped into the kitchen, he was immediately met with two pairs of eyes watching him. Ghost and Price sit at a small dining table, mugs in hand, their conversation cutting off when they see him enter. There was something unreadable in their expressions, as if they were waiting for something. 

Soap narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Then, movement out of the corner of his eye has him whipping his head towards the other side of the kitchen. When his head turns, his thoughts grind to a screeching halt.

A woman.

A stunning woman.

She turns toward him and for a moment, all he can do is stare, slack-jawed. She has warm, sun-kissed skin and striking green eyes that seem to glow under the soft kitchen light. Long, dark black hair cascades down her back, streaked with vibrant patches of orange and white. But that wasn’t what had him frozen.

It was the ears.

Perched atop her head were two pointed, fur-covered ears, flicking slightly as they registered his presence. Behind her, a long, bushy tail stood proudly, curling slightly at the tip. His eyes dared to dart lower. 

She was dressed casually, wearing an old tank top that effortlessly hugged her figure paired with sweatpants with a cutout for her tail. But it was her feet that made his brain short-circuit. At first, he thought she was wearing oddly realistic slippers, but no, those were definitely not slippers. 

They were actual cat paws.

Soap’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. His brain finally clicked everything into place and suddenly, it all made way too much sense. His expression lit up in triumph as he spun on his heel, jabbing a finger towards Ghost.

“A-ha!”

Ghost let out a long, exhausted sigh, bringing a hand up to rub his temples. “Please don’t yell.”

Soap ignored him, grinning like a madman. “You said you didn’t have a bird!”

“He’s not wrong,” Price mused, smirking behind his coffee mug. “She’s definitely not a bird.”

Callie grins wickedly. “I eat birds.”

Soap crossed his arms, doubling down. “You also said you didn’t have a missus.”

The woman let out an amused hum, raising a delicate hand. “Not a missus either,” she purred, lips curling into a sharp smirk as she turned to Ghost. “You were right, master. This one is funny.”

Soap’s brain screeches to a second halt.

“Master?!” he gawks, whipping around to face Ghost like he had just grown a second head.

Ghost exhales through his nose, reaching for his tea like this entire conversation was already giving him a headache.

Soap took another second to let things sit in, completely stunned. Of all the things he had expected to find at Ghost’s house, this was not on the list. “Right. Okay. Just, hold on a minute.” Soap pinches the bridge of his nose like that would somehow help process the absolute madness in front of him. “So, let me get this straight. Ye’ve been lying to me this whole time? Playin’ me for a fool while I went on and on about you havin’ a secret missus?”

Ghost gives him a look over his mug, eyes flat and unimpressed. “Never lied to you, Johnny.”

Soap’s jaw drops. “Oh, bollocks ye didn’t!” He waves a hand at the woman, who was now watching him with an amused gleam in her eyes. “What’s all this then?”

Ghost takes another slow sip of tea, dragging it out just to piss him off, Soap is sure of it. “Told you I had a cat.”

Soap gawks at him. He turns to Price, who is doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk. Turning to the woman, her tail flicks lazily behind her as she sips from her own cup, utterly unbothered by his existential crisis.

Finally, his eyes settle on Gaz, who walks into the kitchen. He takes one look at the situation before sighing.

“Finally found out, huh?” He turned to the woman with an easy nod. “Morning, Callie.”

“Morning, Kyle,” she responds happily.

Soap whirls on him. “You knew too?!”

Gaz snorts, grabbing a cup from the counter and starting to pour himself some coffee. “Mate, everyone knew.”

Soap threw his hands in the air. “What the hell is wrong with all of you? How is this normal? This is not normal.”

A soft chuckle draws his attention back to Callie. “Relax, Johnny,” she teases, stepping closer. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a shifter before.”

Soap takes a step back, bumping into the counter. “A what now?”

She arches a brow. “A shifter?” At his blank stare, she sighs, setting her cup down before gesturing to herself. “You know… a hybrid. A morph. I think in Japan I’m known as a nekomata.” She flicks her tail for emphasis. “Any of this ringing a bell?”

Soap blinks. Looks at Ghost. Back at her. Looks at her tail. Then back to Ghost.

“That's what all that racket was last night,” she says with a huff. “Sorry about that, by the way, I hope I didn’t scare you. Had to shift into my bigger form to deal with this nasty fox that's been causing issues and eating my chickens. Finally caught the fucker, so I called the neighbor's dogs for some assistance.”

Price chuckles at Soap's pale face. “Starting to make sense now, isn’t it?”

Soap once again jabs a finger at Ghost. “You… yer dating a bloody cat girl and just didn’t think to mention it?”

Ghost shrugged. “Not my fault you wouldn’t drop it.”

Callie grins, stepping even closer to Soap, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Would it make you feel better if I purred for you?”

Soap blanches. “Do not.”

Ghost sighs and stands up to put a steadying hand on her head. “Stop winding him up, love.”

She huffs playfully, ears and tail flicking in satisfaction. “Fine, fine.” Then she leans up on her toes and gives Ghost a quick peck on the cheek, right over the mask. “But you do make it too easy, Johnny.”

Soap slumps against the counter, dragging a hand over his face. He needed a drink or a nap. Probably both.

Price stands up, clapping him on the back with a chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.”

Soap peeks through his fingers at Ghost. The same Ghost who could make hardened men freeze with a single look was letting Callie nuzzle into him.

The contrast was striking. His harsh demeanor softened as he ran a gloved hand down Callie’s back. The sight pulled something deep into Soap’s chest, something warm and unfamiliar. His initial resistance crumbled instantly, and the fight left him like air from a punctured tire.

And yet, what he’s most surprised to realize, isn’t his surrender. Rather, it’s the quiet tug of longing that settled in its place.

Despite how comforting the kitchen now felt, reality was quick to settle back in. Price was the one to break up the moment, clearing his throat to grab the boy's attention. 

“Sorry to break this up, but we're going to be needed back at base today to give a debrief. Why don't we finish our drinks and be wheels up in 10?”

Soap pushes off the counter, glancing at Gaz, who is now determined to finish his coffee before they return to work mode. “I'll go grab my stuff.”

Callie, still tucked against Ghost's side, gives a small pout. “So soon? You boys just got here.”

Soap scoffs. “Aye, and I'm sure you’d love to keep watchin’ me lose my mind, but we do have jobs to get back to, lass.”  

She smirks. “Fair enough. But don’t be a stranger, Johnny.” 

Something in the way she says his name is light, a little teasing, but oddly warm. It makes his ears burn, and he quickly turns on his heel before anyone notices.

“It was really good to see you boys,” Soap can hear her say with a purr as he leaves the kitchen. “Promise you'll stay longer next time? Give me a chance to properly host you all?”

He hears the captain respond, but Price’s voice is too low to make out. A few minutes later, the team has their gear piled up in the living room, ready to head out. Ghost disappears into the downstairs bedroom while the others get things sorted.

Soap takes another slow look around the cozy space, trying to shake the weird sense of homeyness it leaves in his chest. He hadn't expected any of this, and he sure as hell didn't expect to feel… jealous? No, that couldn't be right. Whatever it is, it settles heavily in his stomach as he watches Ghost reappear, Callie trailing behind him with an easy grace.  

As they step outside, the crisp morning air cuts through the lingering warmth of the house, jolting Soap back into reality. Ghost pulls the door shut behind them, lingering there for a moment. Callie takes the opportunity to lean up on her feet, brushing a kiss against the side of his mask. He murmurs something to her, too low for Soap to hear, before stepping back and heading towards the car.  

Callie waves lazily as they load into the vehicle. “Safe travels, boys.”  

Soap leans his head against the window as Price pulls away, watching as Callie stands in the driveway, tail flicking. She stays there until they disappear down the road.  

Only then does he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.  

Gaz nudges him with a knowing smirk. “What’s got you all quiet?”  

Soap scowls. “Nothin’.”  

Price chuckles from the front seat. “Give it time.”  

Soap had no idea what he meant by that. But as he watches the road stretch ahead of them, the warmth of Ghost’s home fading into the distance, he has a sinking feeling he’s going to be thinking about this for a long time.

A/N: Thought I would post a little snippet of this story here on Tumblr since I've noticed that's where I'm finding a lot of other hybrid things. I think the full story might be too long to post here so I've got the full thing linked below! Thank you for reading! 💜

Completed story on: AO3 (18+)

I’m finally brave enough to start reading Ghoap fanfics and I am actually scared

I strongly urge any Ghost/Soap find out there to go and read through the entirety of Simple math so far, and quite frankly all of peach’s fics because they are nothing short of art.

I’m not even exaggerating when I say these fics, particularly Simple math, have made me go through so many different emotions, and the writing is just so beautiful and carefully done that It’s truly better than an awful lot of fully published books that i’ve read as of late. Simple math has to be my favourite fanfiction out there, and quite frankly, one of the best things I have ever read, And I cannot express enough how Incredible Peach is

Peach’s writing is actually one of the main things that ever got me into Call of duty in the first place, So even if you’re not an avid fan, I would strongly recommend reading some of her work. Dead Disco is the first thing I found all the way back in April of last year, and I instantly became attached to it. I had absolutely no knowledge at all of call of duty, but about 3 sentences into her writing I just kept going, Completely hooked on the amazingness of it. I started reading more about COD soon after, and ended up playing all 3 modern warfare remakes

If it hadn’t been for peach, I would’ve never really so much as considered playing Call of duty (this is coming from someone who religiously plays the Sims 4, Minecraft, Little nightmares, Stardew valley etc…) But now I’ve somehow fallen completely in love with it, and to add onto that; completely in love with Peach’s stories.

Simple math has been my favourite right from the first chapter, but that is absolutely not to say that I’m not obsessed with all of her other pieces, because I absolutely am.

If anyone is looking for something new to read, not even specifically fanfictions, I would very very much to encourage you to check out some of Peach’s pieces because they really are so beautifully done, and they produce such real and incredible emotion.

(Besides, who wouldn’t want to read about Simon Riley and Johnny Mactavish? I mean, come on, have you seen them?)

Simple Math masterlist

COD masterlist

You had a plan, but never could have anticipated… this.

Ghost/Soap/female reader - throuple fic Please read this post

AO3 / all works are 18+

Part One You meet your new patient, and his Ghost. Part Two Deep breath. Part Three " You'll be with him?" Part Four Sanctuary. Part Five Johnny tells you a secret Part Six Simon does some digging Part Seven You get caught in a spell Part Eight The rock and the hard place Part Nine Simon and Johnny make a discovery, and a promise. Part Ten Dinner date Part Eleven Welcome home Part Twelve One step forward, two steps back. Part Thirteen Confessions Part Fourteen what's in a name? Part Fifteen Try Part Sixteen Therapy Part Seventeen A shock Part Eighteen Surprise

Timeline

Musings: Original ramble Follow up Q

Moodboard and playlist

A Fly on the Wall (FemReader x Ghoap.)

Warnings: masturbation, thoughts of fucking, perverted deep thinking (me everyday probably) Ghoap x reader. Mentions of fucking. Established relationship (Simon x Johnny) some voyeurism mentioned? Getting caught kink

A pervy-ous situation wink wink. But for real tho I feel like I used their names too much to make sure everyone knows who's who. And in such a comfortable setting I feel they would use their normal names/nicknames for each other. I used Ghost once but you guys will tell when and why.

Enjoy, bone apple teeth-

What else could Johnny say except he didn't expect to find you humping your pillow. On a camera he set up. In his own room...

Earlier.

You came over to Johnny and Simon's house for the night so that the three of you could carpool tomorrow night to meet with Price and Gaz. And it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to sleep over. Johnny and Simon loved having you around. You helped clean, you cooked amazing food, and even helped to settle arguments between the couple. Or sometimes you'd start them, always a friendly bickering though.

And weeks ago, Johnny had set up a camera in his and Simon's room. Mind you that this was weeks before anyone planned on meeting up or carpooling. He just wanted to try to catch the sleep talking that Simon says he does.

"Can't understand a word you say." Simon had told him. "N' I thought I had gotten pretty good at makin sense of you talking everyday." And he let out a single chuckle before sipping his tea. He was so proud of his little joke, Johnny thought as he rolled his eyes.

So Johnny had hoped that he could catch what his dreaming self had said. And there was one instance that he did mumble something incoherent. But, the Scottish man did have a grand time rewatching him and Simon fuck. All the feed on the computer for both him and Si to comment and point at. As if watching a YouTube video.

Another week passed and he forgot about the camera. Not entirely but with planning a meet up and a sleep over, the camera thing was pushed to the back of his mind.

Then you came over to sleep. Normally you would be sleeping in the guest bedroom, but there were boxes on the bed and in the room. That was entirely Johnny's fault, and he took blame. When you had offered to take the couch, Simon scoffed.

"Absolutely not. Since this bloke forgot to clean out the room, he can get the couch. You take our bed for the night."

"And where will you sleep?" Johnny smirked.

Ghost stared him straight in the eye. "On you. Since you forgot to clean out the spare room." And Johnny didn't know if he should be scared or turned on...

So you went to their room, and he remembered you mentioned taking the pillow from the spare room because it was comfortable. He didn't think much of it.

Now.

In the early hours of the morning, Johnny was the first to wake. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and went to his computer. He intended to look back at some recipes he saved. (He was planning on surprising both Si and you with something new for breakfast. As an apology.) But he saw his camera app icon blinking. He cursed himself, knowing he forgot to stop the recording for last night.

He sighed and opened the app. He'll delete the footage of you sleeping. He didn't want to be seen as a creep. And he'll remember to tell you about the camera. The application was still loading, while it did a goofy smile found itself in his lips. What if there's footage of you snoring like a beast? Or maybe you fart in your sleep? He chuckled to himself, knowing that would be the best thing to ever find.

How wrong he would be.

The video feed finally came up and he played it, speeding he film up by 5x. It started from yesterday morning. He sees Simon's half naked figure getting up first, then coming back and waking Johnny up. He felt a little warmness in his chest at seeing it again, but kept watching. The two got dressed and then there was a gap where no activity happened.

Johnny hummed and paused, moved the feed forward and paused when you came into view. From there he played the video at 2x. A proud smile on his face as he was prepared to catch you snoring. As the video played out, you tossed and turned on the bed. Then you played on your phone. It was a back and forth and Johnny had checked the time stamps. It would be close to midnight and you were still awake.

He crossed his ankle over his knees while he thought back to how late him and Simon were up. His heart skipped when he realized that you might have been awake long enough to hear them screwing on the couch. The man mumbled a curse under his breath and looked back at the camera, ready to speed it up again when he saw at what part he was on.

You were on your hands and knees, back arched beautifully with your head bowed. Between your legs was the pillow from the spare room, scrunched in on itself. The Scott spit out his drink and paused the computer. He stood up and coughed up the coffee he accidentally inhaled.

"Bloody hell Johnny what are you doing in there?" Simon's groggy voice called from the couch. Johnny cleared his throat, but offered no explanation. His eyes darting to the hallway where the room was. You weren't awake. And he knew he should just be a good friend and shut the computer. Or even better, delete that footage.

But. He couldn't.

After a couple of long debating minutes, Johnny rewinded the video back carefully. He let it play at regular speed and watched the scene unfold. You sighed and sit up, your eyes darting to the door. You paused and he knew you were listening to them making love on the couch. Johnny's heart hammered and he covered his mouth.

You ran your fingers through your hair and laid back. After a few more minutes, you reached below the blankets and Johnny froze. He could see how your eyes closed. And beneath the blankets, your legs moved up. The video quality was good enough that he could see your eyebrows furrow in frustration. Then you moved and got up on your knees. Moving to the foot of the bed, you took the pillow you were using to lie on and folded it in half. Then you carefully got on top of it and looked at the door.

Johnny couldn't hear himself and Simon on the camera, but he knew you could. Something about this idea...it made him shiver in delight. Then you started to rock your hips. Slowly at first. You started building up speed and kept looking back at the door. He could see how you bit your lip, how your brows knit in concentration. Your mouth opened and Johnny leaned in, as if to try and hear you. But you ducked your head and closed your mouth. He found himself a bit disappointed, but before he could continue watching, Simon was standing up from the couch and stretching.

Johnny closed the computer and rested his arms atop. He didn't know his face was red. But he knew about the tightness in his pants. Shame blossomed all throughout his body and Simon looked at him, closely. He glanced between the computer and his boyfriend, before raising his brow. "Watching smut this early in the morning?" He walked over while stretching his shoulder. "I told you I don't mind it...but in the kitchen?" He stopped besdies Johnny and he could practically see the beads of sweat.

Simon's tone was softer when he spoke again. "Something else?"

Johnny sighed and opened the computer, waiting for the screen to come on again. "Si I dinnae mean to catch it! I was only watchn'to see if I could fine' dirt over th'lass n git a good laugh-" His words were more Scottish and more jumbled than Simon could ever have imagined. When the screen was opened and the video played, Simon hummed.

"I don't mind you watchin a woman gettin off either, Johnny." His sleepy mind didn't comprehend what he was seeing. Then it was like his brain did a double take and he was leaning over to look closer at the screen. "Hold on. Is that-" and then he realized what he was seeing, who he was watching and he stood up straight again. "Oh fuckin hell."

Now the both of them were staring at the screen. But Simon was analyzing everything. "I said it was an accident. Forgot about the camera I had in there." Johnny mumbled, rubbing his face again. "I just wanted to see if I could y'know! Catch her snoring or somethin wild..."

"Something wild indeed." Simon mumbled making Johnny nearly groan at the terrible joke. But then Simon was making connections too. His eyes darting at the time stamps and seeing how you kept looking to the door, as if listening. "She gettin off to hearin us?" Johnny nodded, not surprised that he caught on that quick. Then Simon huffed. "I hope she isn't using my pillow..."

That earned a slap to his shoulder and a quick correction that you were using the pillow from the spare room. They continue to watch the video, and watched as your hips bucked wildly. Your head fell back as you reached your end and both men kept their eyes between your blissed out reaction and your hips as they stuttered to a slow stop. But you slowly kept going and Johnny had to adjust himself, cursing again.

Simon had to shift from foot to foot, his own problem arising at the video. He sighed and tapped his fingers against the table.

What they didn't know, was they shared the same thought. How you got off to them, made them both hot and bothered. Not only that, but seeing you in such a primal desperate position? Humping a pillow to the moans and grunts of them fucking in the next room while you nearly ripped the sheets from gripping them so hard. Your hips imitating the idea of yourself on top of one of them, trying to find release in the idea that you could have been there with them last night...

Simon groaned and looked at Johnny, who looked up at him. Johnny swallowed thickly before asking. "What should we do?"

Si seemed to perk up and he walked behind Soap who was sitting in the chair still. He pressed his half hardened cock against his back to conceal it while reaching over to the laptop and exiting the camera app. Johnny didn't question it the moment you shuffled in and mumbled a sleepy good morning to the both of them. They gave you a greetings back, watching you carefully.

You yawned and went to the fridge. Opening it up, you take out a water bottle and turn to the two men. "I'm gonna go shower in the guest bathroom. If you guys want I could make breakfast after I'm done." You still looked half asleep and likely you didn't notice how stiff their postures were.

Simon hummed. "No need sweetheart. Johnny was just about to get started on some pancakes. Want a stack?" His tone was even without a hint of worry in it. Practiced, Johnny thought.

You smiled at the both of them. "Yeah I'd like that. Thank you." You turned to walk down the hall but paused. "Oh and I have to say, the bed you guys have is so comfortable." You chuckled. "It smells like the both of you but I didn't mind it."

And you walked to the spare bathroom, not noticing how Johnny's jaw slackened and how Simon's grip on the back of the chair tightened. The door closed and Johnny spoke up. "We're bad friends."

Simon shook his head. "No we're not...like you said it was an accident... Y'know friends walk in on their friends changin or getting screwed all the time."

Johnny stood up and put his hands on his hips, his hard on evident through the thin pajamas. "But this? I don't know if I can laugh this one off Si." Simon was looking down at his partner, taking in the situation and then stepped close to him. "I don't know what we should do...confess?"

Simon reached forward and cupped Johnny's face, humming. "We'll ask her. I can coax it out of her if it makes you feel better." And he smirked when he saw how Johnny frowned in disapproval. "I won't say anything that will make her mad. Just ask her some questions... we'll all talk this out together."

He leaned in and kissed him, his hand pulling Johnny's head closer to his own. He had kissed back while his hands went to Simon's waist and gently pulled away. "You're not helping this situation."

Simon smirked. "We have 30 minutes. You make the pancakes and I'll fix the both of us out." He leaned in and pressed his lips to Johnny's neck, while his hands moved down the front of his pants. "You gonna start on that batter? Don't keep our girl waiting..."

A/n: (Pervy-ous.)Pervious is a gap between spaces of rock that allow water to pass through. Idk why I thought pervious meant like mischievous? Lol. Shoot me.