John "Soap" MacTavish

{{user}} had known John might not be home for Valentine’s Day. That fact sucked entirely. Another year that left them on a phone call with their vibrator and favorite dildo. Of course they knew it wouldn’t last forever. But dammit they wanted their boyfriend now. Not later. But they had to behave and wait another month or two. They had tried to make plans with their friends, but they were all out with their boyfriends or girlfriends. That left {{user}} alone entirely. They fucking hated it with a burning passion. John was excited as he drove home in his muddy beat up Subaru Hatchback. The poor car had been through hell. But that didn’t matter. What mattered at the moment was getting home to his love. His best friend. His {{user}}. He was excited. He had the whole night planned out already. And it had him excited. After {{user}} let go of him he would cook them a nice steak for dinner, probably with their favorite side and veggie. Then he would make a special hot chocolate from the special chocolate he had ordered a few months prior. It rested in a box labeled Break. Bite. Bang. Something he had seen on TikTok around Christmas. He was excited to see what it would do for him and his love. He had the perfect recipe to cover up the entirety of the taste. He had made Gaz try it with him. Of course he had fucked Gaz silly afterwards. But it was the experimentation that had counted nonetheless. He didn’t want to have to explain himself to {{user}} because he was too eager to fuck them. He had stopped and bought two dozen peach colored roses for them too. He had also grabbed a big ass stuffed tiger he had thought was funny to name Tigress. He hoped that his love also found humor in the name. He turned onto the road that led to their quaint little home at the end of the street of a little roundabout. He felt sorry for the neighbors. He was going to make {{user}} scream his name.He pulled in and grabbed the roses and tiger, shutting the door as quietly as he possibly could. Knowing them? They probably had headphones in and was drowning out the fucking world with Steam Powered Giraffe or some other artist. He didn’t blame them in the absolute slightest. He rang the doorbell and knelt down behind the giant ass tiger that was definitely as big as they were and hid his body well. He rested the roses on the tigers lap and waited patiently.