He makes you wear a plug at a party. Makes you understand that this is something you shouldn't take off no matter what. You ask for help and he agrees.

"I’ll definitely help you," Ghost muses. "On your hands and knees, my sweet." It wasn't a question as he wants his pretty girl to obey him. He admired the view, it reminded him that he is indeed a lucky man.

Taking the plug he gave her, he lubed it up, dripping the liquid onto his pretty girls ass. "I'll put it in nice and slow. Don't tense up or you won't like what happens next." The hand holding the plug slowly pushed the first part in. "Breathe," he instructs, making sure you were in control of your own body.

He inserts it inside you, feeling it vibrate. With a swift smack on your ass, he released you.

-

His eyes are still closed when he feels Victor crawl into bed next to him. It causes him to shiver slightly, body curling up in on himself as cold hands move to pull him closer,

"Are you awake?" Victor whispers it just loud enough to hear. It's weird because he knows Chase can sleep through anything. The words don't come though, so he makes a small noise and lets his forehead press against Victor's shoulder. His eyes are slightly open now, staring at the shadow he casts onto bare skin. It feels oddly metaphorical.

An arm snakes it's way around his waist, still cold fingers slipping just under the hem of his shirt. Chase shivers again but doesn't protest the soft apology and kiss against the top of his head. He doesn't know what to do with his own arms, curled up and stuck between them. It feels like he should at least move them. The buzzing of something under his skin making them nearly tremble. He should be doing a lot of things right now, but the exhaustion had been so heavy and the bed had been so warm.

Chase hadn't realized just how much he had missed Victor. A feeling akin to guilt eating away at heart at the thought of it. He shouldn't be upset that Victor was getting to play hockey. It's not like he would rather he be injured like himself, confined to the apartment and press box. The selfish part of him wishes Victor would stay in Abbotsford forever, the smart part of him feels greedy for even getting this,

"Did you eat?" There's a dirty bowl in the sink that answers the question. Bits of rice still sticking to the inside. He ate, but there's no way to tell how much,

"Bowl of rice. With chicken." It's not like Chase wouldn't stick to his diet, his dad always made sure of that. Though as the nights grow longer and the days grow colder, he always finds himself veering on the edge of the minimum he should eat. Something small as he moves around the apartment like a ghost, footsteps lighter than his meal,

"Okay," Fingers rub soothingly against his side, "I can make more."

Chase shakes his head and ignores that nausea that follows it. The thought of food making his stomach turn even as it growls and aches. Guilt only follows, sticking to the fear of disappointing Victor, "Not hungry."

"Okay," Chase wants to sob, "We can just stay here." Victor's words are so gentle as he pulls Chase a little closer, lips pressing against his hair that's probably a bit gross now. His hands are holding him close and all Chase can feel like is that he's falling apart.

That things had been going so well or at least not as bad as it had been. That he had been keeping it together. That everything was fine until he let it collapse in on itself.

Also Soap being a complete sucker(pun not intended) for tit and thigh fucking. Leash around your neck, his cock fucking you dumb whilst he degrades you but ALSO!!!!!! Him crying when the roles are switched and you overstimulate him, he loves when you suck and lick his pretty nips. Let's not forget he would have a thing for eating you out and praising your pussy. He deadass won't stop eating you, even if you push his head away, he won't move. You can beg and cry but he will latch his mouth on you like a hungry puppy. At some point, he doesn't do it for your pleasure but for his own because he is a proud pussy lover and enjoyer. He cums just from eating you out like the pathetic and desperate puppy he is. this is also Gaz if you care

He said that at times they would hold it in the inside of their coats in case they dying and needed to reach for it.

I tend to think of this when I write for the cod men. If they were soldiers before modern technology, I wonder if they would do the same. If they would hold their family photos in this coats.

I also wonder if the cod men would write letters, again before texting was a thing. If they would write and get happy when they’d read the letters their families sent. Would they tell the other men? Would they update their mates and share how their kids just started school? I don’t know, it’s nice to think of the men as if they were stuck post texting times. I think I romanticise that more than just texting.

Chase and the feelings of isolation in the middle of a crowded room. And mental illness.

It's more fantabby au

"I love you." Karly mumbles against Aatu's knuckles. His eyes are blurry with sleep as Aatu just smiles and combs fingers through his hair. The movie's volume has been lowered enough where it's hardly a whisper brushing against their ears.

"I love you." Aatu gasps into Victor's ear, breath heavy and stuttered. Victor whines and arches his back more, hands reaching out to make contact with Aatu's arms. A soft laugh escapes them both as he nearly falls against Victor, balance stumbling in the haste to get closer. It's worth to see his smile.

"I love you!" Victor shouts as Ty jumps into his arms. He stumbles backwards, back hitting his stall and them both nearly going down in a heap of limbs. The laughter is contagious as they hear the chuckles from around them. Victor buries his face in Ty's curls, arms holding a little tighter. It feels like home.

"I love you…" Ty whispers to Bainsy. Arshdeep sighs and presses their foreheads together, hands linking under the lowlight of the plane. He looks like he's about to say something before his mouth closes, bringing Ty closer into a hug. It can wait.

"Y'know I love you." Bainsy says casually to Arty. He bumps their shoulders together, gear causing a soft thud in doing so. Arty rolls his eyes, bumping back before settling down in his stall. The warm feeling that spreads over his chest stays, and by Arshdeep's smirk, he knows too.

"I love you." Artūrs tells Christian as they celebrate the latest win. The others have already done their goalie bonks as it forces itself out of his chest and mouth. He watches as Wolly's eyes widen before a large smile breaks out and he's pulled into a bear hug. They rock slightly on the ice as his head is cradled gently against his chest. Even if it's a little uncomfortable.

"I love you." Wolly confesses to Chase. The only light is the moon that streaks through the window, barely illuminating the two. Chase's shoulder sag, tension leaking out like a flat tire. There's more to be said, to be talked about. He knows he can't avoid it for much longer, but it was all still so new. Though he knows he can be a good leader too.

"I love you!" Chase screams towards the sea of fans. His whole body is covered by the others, surrounded by those he loves and who love him and each other back. It's loud and joyous and the tears that make their way onto the ice aren't uncommon. Warmth blooms from within and he can't help but yell once more, voice mixing with the crowd.