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curtsycream · 3 months

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bro PLEASEEE WRITE any poly 141 smut x reader i’ll DIEEE

Sons Of Anarchy AU

President!Price x Bartender!Reader x Prospect!Gaz

Hints at Vice-President!Simon x Reader, Sergeant in Arms!Soap x Reader. It’s Poly!141 x Reader all round. Reader is basically all four of their old lady she’s the HBIC tbh

I wanted to try something new and why not have them be apart of a motorcycle club/ mechanic shop owners. It’s a hot concept I couldn’t help it but here is the smut! I hope you like it <33

warnings: size kink, manhandling, threesome, blowjob, public sex, slight cock worshiping, ball play (idk a little), throat bulging, and not proofread (yikes), afab reader (its become a force of habit nowadays, thanks to my agere fics)

Putting away the last of the shot glasses on the bar counter she lets out a hum. The chime of the bell above the front door caused her to stand up. Her eyes take in John in all of his glory the MC’s President with a grin on his face.

“John, I thought you guys were heading to New Mexico for that thing with the KorTac MC?”

“Ghost and Soap went with the others, I decided to stay back.”

Placing a shot of whiskey in front of him she raises an eyebrow. She knew there was more to his story than he let on. After a few years of bartending for the MC, she pieced up on mannerisms and behaviors. “Lay it on me, boss, what’s the real reason?”

Looking from the shot to her he shakes his head, “Who’s ta say I have a reason? Maybe I just didn’t feel like going because I’m getting older.”

“Bullshit, we both know you’re as healthy as a stallion,” her focus goes back to cleaning up the bar.

“Oh, am I? Didn’t know you were my doctor,” his voice was drowned out by the sound of the bunnies entering the clubhouse.

Pointing at the door she scowls, “Out girls…y’all know not to come in here around this time.”

Her words were met with eye rolls and huffs of disappointment. It wasn’t anything new as she grew used to the disorderly behavior of the prostitutes. They were always ready to jump at the chance to be with one of the men. They assumed it would earn them a place as an old lady as long as the man they fucked had a kuttle.

“I swear it’s like they don’t give up, just last week I had to scare off a few that were hounding Roach,” she grumbled.

John folded his arms his eyes never leaving the ranting woman before him. It wasn’t a surprise that she was upset she was practically the head old lady in the MC. Aside from being a bartender, she was the support system for 141. He was sure without her being the backbone of their operations they wouldn’t have gotten so far.

“You know what I think,” he mused leaning forward on the counter. The shot glass is in his hand as he twirls the remaining sip of whiskey around. “I think you need to release some stress. When was the last time you moved away from that bar?”

The question hung heavy above her head as she covered her face with her hands. Letting out a groan she shakes her head, “Since last night the party.” The realization of just how long she had been at the clubhouse was finally catching up to her. Removing her hands from her face she looks at the man, “I think I need a break.”

“I figured as much.”

When she first thought over his words of releasing some stress she didn’t think it through. She should have known what he meant but it was too late and he was in deep.

“Keep your hands right there, darling.”

She did just that her hands didn’t move an inch from the bar counter. With each thrust her body jerked forward colliding either the counter. Her moans were ragged, her nails digging into the polished wood before her. The way John’s cock barely fit inside of her was more than a turn-on. He was only halfway in but it was still enough to leave her keening.

“You can take more of me, can’t you girl? You can take all of me if ya want to,” his voice was a rumble.

“Mm—can take more promise, boss.”

That was all it took before his hand raised her leg until it was propped on the countertop. Pulling his cock out he lined himself up with her heat again. It took everything in him not to thrust all the way in the second he felt her wetness coat his cock. “Sweet Lord..” he muttered as he slowly sank into her until he bottomed out.

“Shit..John, need more. Fuck me,” her words direct while she arched her back.

“Yes ma’am,” the roughness in his voice a reflection of his current state. The moment he got the okay he pulled out until only the tip was inside before he slammed back inside. His hands moved up the front of her body rubbing and pulling her nipples. Each sound she made was like heaven to him. She wasn’t shy that much was evident due to where they were.

Bucking his hips forward he buried his face against the side of her neck. His lips left kisses as he whispered praise to her. His words fed a primal urge inside of her, “Always fuck me so good…love your fucking cock.”

If it wasn’t for him holding her up she would have collapsed from his spurt of energy. Her words seemed to do the trick as his thrusts became faster in pace and rougher in intensity. Her grip on the counter loosened up some when she felt his tip hit her cervix repeatedly. The action causes her to clamp around him trying to milk him early.

“Like that, love how you feel inside of me,” she babbled. The words flowing from her lips slowly became nonsensical as she felt him stretch her out due to his size. It was more than enough leaving her stuffed as he grabbed her arms. A gasp left her lips as he held her arms behind her back. Each time he thrusted her body would jerk back and forth. She felt like a toy for his use as he didn’t hold back.

Closing her eyes she let out a loud moan, “‘m so close..please John needa cum. Wanna cum on your cock please,” she felt ready to burst. The warmth pooling in her lower stomach made that clear.

Grunting John leaned forward his lips near her ear, “cum then darling, make a mess on my cock for me.”

His words were her downfall as she came undone right away. All he gave her was a few seconds before he was thrusting into her again. She was still riding out her orgasm as he prepared to send her into another one. “Good girl, such a good girl for me.”

“Always, boss.”

The nickname had more of an effect on him than he would like to admit. Pulling her flush against his chest he grabbed her by the thighs. Holding her legs wide open he thrusted up into her. The sight of her gushing pussy with his cock moving in and out was on display to their invisible audience. “Oh…fuck..” she let out as her fingers moved down to her pussy as she rubbed her clit. Her fingers fast as she heard him shudder. She knew he was close it was all in the lazy strokes and his heavy breathing.

Her breathing hitched as she felt his cock pride at her spot before he came inside of her. A guttural moan left his throat at the same time that she let out a cry. Her fingers still rubbing her clit as she squirted coating her fingers and his cock in her juices.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Looking up she noticed Gaz the man had a grin on his face. The look of lust in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Am I late? Don’t tell me you forgot about me,” he asked a small pout playing at his lips.

Smiling at him she shakes her head, “never we’re just getting started.”

Her throat flexed as she took Gaz’s cock down her throat. Though he was slightly smaller in girth compared to John he made up for it in length. His hands rest on either side of her head holding her in place as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. His cock disappeared behind her lips as he watched with bated breath.

A moan ripped from her throat vibrating against his cock. His hands twitched as he groaned from the feeling. The reason behind her moans was John whose head was between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her folds sucking on the glistening skin.

Her fingers lace in his hair as he raises her hips while his tongue licks from top to bottom. Looking up at Gaz she kept her eyes on his face. His closed eyes, knit brows, and parted lips that released a sound with each thrust. Using her free hand she raises it past his length to cradle his balls. She knew her men inside and out when it came to their spots and their weaknesses. Her thumb gently runs along his balls evoking a loud groan from him. A gasp left her own lips when John’s tongue flicked her clit.

It was hard to focus as her hand continued to gently stroke and rub his balls. Her other hand twitched as she kept a loose grip on John’s hair. She took note of the signs as Gaz seemed to move slower his hips stuttering with each thrust. Slowly but surely she was coaxing his release out of him. It was in the way her hand caressed his balls and how she would bob her head forward gagging on his cock. In that same way, John’s skillful attack on her swollen cunt was leading her into another orgasm.

“Shit baby,” Gaz said as his hand rested on her throat feeling as his cock would reach the back of her throat. He was over with the second he felt it, her little noises didn’t help either. Keeping his hand on her throat he tossed his head back cumming down her throat.

She was swallowing as her eyebrows furrowed when her own orgasm came. Her thighs shook as she came with John holding her firmly in place. Even as her hips rocked forward he didn’t let up until he raised his head. Her eyes focused on him as he swallowed with a cheeky smile. The pounding in her heart was hard as she watched him move away. It allowed her to sit up a bit when Gaz finally removed his cock from her mouth. Leaning up on her knees she wipes the drool from her chin.

With the help of Gaz, she got down from the bar counter standing on her feet. The ache between her thighs filled her with a rush of adrenaline. “I think we should take this upstairs, loves…I’m sure we can find use of that shower.”

A chuckle left John as he nodded, “I like the sound of that, darling.”

Pulling her close to his side Gaz smiles, “I’m not complaining. Need to see if you can take two like Soap said.”

“I can promise you, I can take more than two,” she said with a wink before sauntering away. The two men weren’t far behind ready to try a few more things before the day ended.

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chaoticgoblindev · 7 months

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Pop Bottle Struggles -141

A/n: I was just struggling to open a cola bottle bc I didn’t have one of those bottle cap openers. I sat staring at the bottle just trying to plan a way to open it without breaking it or shattering bc I am a clutz….SO of course I thought of the 141 squad and had to write something :) I hope you enjoy!

Fem!Reader, Hacker!Reader, Fluff, sfw, 141 x Reader, Platonic if you squint.

It was like any day for you. Wake up, do some reports and intel gathering, take your designated breaks for food or water (if you remembered), play some games in your free time, and more work. However, today you were craving a nice bottle of coca cola.

Your thoughts drift to the cola that you had seen earlier in the common room refrigerator. Making your way out of your office (which was just a fancy term for your tech lab filled room but ‘office was easier) you head to the lounge. To no surprise you weren’t alone, a few voices spilling from the doorway which indicated that your team was there as well. You gave them a simple wave, your mind set on getting soda/snacks and retreating back to your den.

Upon grabbing the soda you explored the nearby drawer expecting to see a bottle opener, yet to your dismay there wasn’t any. Attempting to twist the bottle only earned a wince from the slight pain the sharp cap had caused. Staring at the bottle, you mentally cursed and tried thinking of a way to open the savory drink without accidentally shattering the glass bottle and making a fool out of yourself. Unbeknownst to you, someone had taken notice of your predicament.

Price

The Captain raised an eyebrow when you came into the room and hadn’t bothered responding to his greeting with more than a simple wave. You hadn’t even glanced over, it was like you were in a daze. He kept his previous conversation going, but his eyes watched you, curious as to what you were up to. When you had gotten the bottle of pop and struggled, he couldn’t help but smirk and hold back an amused chuckle. He was quiet while watching your brain wheels turn and try to figure out a solution. Yet like the oh so gentleman he is, he approached behind you and grabbed the bottle from your hands.

“Need some help, Sweetheart?” He called in a soft tone, his eyes crinkling with that charming smile of his.

You froze, face heating from embarrassment that someone noticed you struggle opening a damn BOTTLE. “No.. no I can-“ but before you could finish that sentence Price had simply tapped the bottle against the counter and the cap came off with a satisfying pop.

“Here you go.” He smiled, handing back the cola and walking away.

Gaz

Gaz was talking with Soap, arguing about some damned game when you walked in. He immediately took note of your tired and dazed self and assumed you had another all nighter and were barely functioning on actual food. That was one of the traits he prided himself in, being observant, especially when it came to you. He was about to fuss you about getting a proper meal with a light hearted joke when he watched as you struggled with a soda bottle.

Soap noticed Gaz’s gaze and was opening his mouth to make a witty comment before his friend stood up and walked over to their beloved hacker teammate.

“You need help with that?” That familiar rich tenor rang out to you. Gaz slid beside you, acting like he was grabbing a soda as well, his eyes glancing to you to see your flustered and embarrassed expression.

“No, I am fine.” You smiled, refusing to admit that you couldn’t open a simple bottle. He seemed to understand as he nodded.

“Well then you can help me open mine, ya?” He smiled and before you could retort, Gaz had grabbed your bottle of cola and flipped his, angling the caps below one another and giving a firm tug. The cap popped off easily and he handed you the bottle with a goofy grin.

You muttered a thanks and quickly gathered a small snack and retreated back to your office just as Gaz put back the cola bottle he had grabbed for himself. He wasn’t thirsty to begin with, not for soda anyways.

Soap

Soap was in a heated and passionate debate with Gaz about the game they had seen in the pub the night before. When you had walked in he hadn’t noticed you at first, a bit wrapped up in his conversation. Though he did notice when he heard the fridge open and glanced to the side quickly, doing a small double take when he was it was you.

“Hey there, lass.” The Scotsman brightened as he saw you flinch a bit, just as his eyes caught on your struggling with a bottle cap. “Need help with tha’?” He smirked, leaning into his propped up hand and enjoying your embarrassed and slightly annoyed state. You were always so stubborn, it was too fun.

“I am fine Johnny boy, continue your lovely conversation about balls.” You waved the man off with a laugh which earned a few chuckles, Soap included.

The next thing you know Johnny was beside you grabbing the bottle from your hands. “It’s fine to ask for help ya know.” He smirked. Johnny put the bottle to his lips and opened the cap by using his damned teeth, all while looking you in the eyes, enjoying the surprise splay out on your features and the rush of red in your cheeks.

“That- ya fucking idiot you’ll hurt your tooth like that!” You smacked his arm, grabbing the bottle from his grasp with a small glower.

Soap simply laughed with a grin, “Oh come on bonnie, it’d take a lot more than that to hurt me, ya know that.” His chest puffed up as he straightened his posture and smiled.

You just rolled your eyes sipping your drink, momentarily hesitating thinking of Johnny’s lips being on the same bottle just moments ago. You shook away the school girl's thoughts and headed back to your ‘office’.

Soap watched you walk away with a smile and licked his tooth to soothe the slight ache he felt. Was the pain worth it? For you, yes. He’d do it anytime if it meant getting that reaction from you again and again.

Ghost

He sat across from Price and in a light conversation when you walked into the room and headed for the fridge immediately. He watched you silently, not even having to actually face you to be aware of what you were doing. When he saw you pull out the bottle of pop and couldn’t find the opener he assumed you would just pop open the cap against the counter. However, when you just placed the bottle on the counter and stared at it like a math equation he couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at the corner of his lips.

Ghost grumbled a silent ‘one second’ to Price before walking up behind you and grabbing the bottle. He watched as you flinched and turned around to face him with wide eyes, clearly surprised at his sudden appearance. A simple twist and tug with his hand and the cap popped off. He handed the bottle to you and walked away, lingering just long enough to hear your shy and hushed thanks.

He wouldn’t admit how that simple word made him feel warm, just how you wouldn’t admit you needed help opening the cola.

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itsagrimm · 3 months

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As men spending their work time in inhospitable surroundings i am of the firm conviction the 141 taskforce members are cozying up HARDCORE back at home:

Gaz might be able to lay in wait for hours as sniper in the snow or mud if needed but he will dress up from head to toe in cashmere pyjamas while cuddling a hot water bottle under a mountain of blankets at home.

Ghost can walk through the blazing heat in full gear for a mission but will do nothing but sipping margaritas in the cooling shade while yielding a hand ventilator.

Soap can drag himself injured through rain if necessary but that man will pamper himself with a dinosaur plaster at the sight of a tiny cut from cooking.

And finally, Price is managing and dealing with everyone and everything at work. But he will do nothing, absolutely nothing at home if possible. Slouching on the couching reading fairy porn in his underwear, eating take away and ice cream FOR DAYS if he can get away with it.

Good for them.

#task force 141 #141 headcanons #141 task force #call of duty 3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #captain price #john price

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urmomschocolatemilk · 1 year

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➜ Simon Riley x gn!reader

➜ 990 words, breakup angst

➜ finished an old piece real quick, it is very unedited but lets not talk abt that! Also unrelated but does anyone else feel like music videos have died...idek if that makes sense.

You wanted to erase him from your mind. Make it as if he’d never existed and spare yourself the heart renching pain that burned your chest as you stared up at the ceiling blankly. The little memory’s of the two of you seemed to project themselves onto the dimly lit white plaster. Each one flashed in your mind like a slideshow. It felt as if someone was reaching into your chest and crushing your heart in their hand with each scene.

This feeling of heartbreak was foreign to you, you’d never been so devastated over a breakup. So what made him so different?

You didn’t know how to deal with this nauseating, gut renching pain that seemed to explode from every inch of your body. Your face was swollen from crying, eyes blood shot as they stung with fresh tears. Your body trembled in exhaustion, heavy sobs turning into pathetic whimpers.

Your hands came up to cover your face as the tremors in your body amplified as another wave of grief hit you.

He was only one person who could quell the pain you felt, but he was also the cause of it. All you needed was to hear his voice. That alone would be enough to soothe your broken heart. You were sure it wasn’t appropriate to call him. You knew very well it wasn’t. No one calls their ex.

But your hand seemed to have a mind of its own though, leaving your face to rummage around your nightstand table. You barely heard the loud clatter through your cries as you pushed various items off your nightstand in a desperate search for your phone. Your fingers grazed over it shortly after pushing one of your perfume bottles over, and you greedily grabbed at it, renching it off the charging cord to unlock it.

You have to squint against the harsh glare of the blue light, your tears obscuring the images displayed as you swiped onto his contact. You’d never hit call so fast in your life, clutching your phone like a life line as your mind begged him to pick up. You knew he wasn’t asleep, he rarely slept much to start with, and when he did he’d doze of around two or three am, never earlier. It was still only twelve.

Time seemed to stretch on excruciatingly slowly with every ring, your whimpers becoming desperate and the tears flowing faster.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity the ringing stopped abruptly and your phone beeped to signal he’d picked up. Your raw sob was ripped from you as you heard his gruff voice filter through the speaker.

“Hello?” He sounded groggy; voice laced in exhaustion, but you couldn’t care.

“Simon,” you choked out, your chest heaved, relief washing over you at the sound of his voice.

From the other side of the phone his eyes widened, all hints of exhaustion leaving him in an instant. He sat up, fully alert now.

“Y/n?” He asked incredulously. You replied with another sob, this one much louder than the last. He was frozen, unsure of what to do as you cried, it hurt him to know he was the cause of your pain but the rational part of him knew you were better off without him. The sounds of your cries tore him apart, and your next words hurt even more.

“It hurts so much Simon,” You cried, “and it’s all your fault. I hate you so much.”

“I know love...” he whispered, speaking more to himself than you as hiccups began to break your pained wails. “It’s for the better though.”

There's a pause of wordless silence, only filled with the sound of your tears. His heart thumps in pain, spreading the poison of guilt through his body, pumping it into his veins. It’s as if you’re trying to make him feel worse about this than he already does as you try to gather enough strength to speak through your sobs and translate the garbled screams of thought going off in your head.

“No-” hiccup. “No Simon, you don’t get to say that-” hiccup. “Because there is nothing better about this,” you don’t have to specify what ‘this’ is. He knows exactly what you mean because he feels it to. He hears it with every sob, and cry, he feels it with every pang of his heart and word spoken to you under such circumstance. Circumstances he caused.

You continue, “and you can sit there, in your stupid plain apartment, and go out with your stupid friends and you can pretend that the last year meant absolutely nothing to you but I know that at the end of the day, when your lying in bed waiting to fall asleep in a cold, empty bed, it hurts you just as much is it hurts me.”

Simon doesn’t cry, you’d never seen a single tear even build in his eyes. You’d even used to joke about how there was no heart under all that military gear, but at this moment he feel his eyes sting with the foreign feeling of tears, and his throat tightens. He swallows heavily at your words, blinking rapidly.

“Why’d you call me sweetheart?” You’d say the nickname makes you sob even harder, but you're not sure that’s possible. You’re too hurt to lie to him.

“B-because I needed you Simon,” you want to scream at yourself.

“Even though I’m the one who hurt you?” he questions idly, throwing the covers off himself and rushing to grab his car keys. A half laugh leaves you and it almost brings him to smile, but its quickly followed by another sob.

“Even though you’re the one who hurt me,” you repeat back to him in confirmation, and for some odd reason he feels his heart swell with love. He slips on his shoes quickly, and opens the door, you can hear it creek on the other side of the line.

“I’m on my way sweetheart.”

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mafiatsunafish · 5 months

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Very very very random thought

Soap would sing “I just Ken” by Ryan Gosling passionately with all sort of movement and dancing

And

Ghost would sing “I just Pete” by Peter Davidson in the snl sketch with his deadpanned face and voice

Gaz would be the one holding the camera while trying to stand up right but fail miserably because he is laughing too hard

Price would just want to enjoy his relaxation time without is muppets doing weird shits

#cod #ghostsoap #soapghost #141 task force #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #soap cod #ghost cod #gaz cod #price cod #fishy.hc #call of duty headcanons

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thee-horny-thicky · 8 months

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Jammin'

Some weeks ago I did a headcanon of what I thought all the members of Taskforce 141 would listen to, and found myself choosing R&B as the genre of choice for them. So, I decided to turn my ending paragraph into a short one-shot :)

Note: I've never played Call of Duty and know nothing about the military. I'm merely a simp with some knowledge about the characters.

When you were first recruited by the 141, you didn’t know what to expect. The elite task force, though legendary, was shrouded in mystery. All you knew is that they always got the job done and left a trail of destruction and bloodshed in their wake. You were positive that some of their methods violated the Geneva Conventions. But, seeing as those they hurt often targeted innocent civilians, you didn’t feel much pity for those on the receiving end of the task force’s wrath.

You did, however, feel anxious when you were sent on your first mission, one the entirety of the 141 had to deal with. You knew the threat had to be massive for all five of you to go. Seeing as it dealt with bombs and crime families, you were right. Weeks of hard work later, you all were finally able to say the threat was eliminated.

Weeks of working without rest left you exhausted, but you were ecstatic that the job was finally done, and thankful that none of the team had been seriously injured. Everything had gone well, putting you in a jovial mood despite your tiredness.

The boys must’ve felt the same way, because the ride back to base was cheerier than expected. So cheery, that Soap had even begun to play music. You were out of enemy territory and in the sky, so the extra noise wasn’t that big of a deal, allowing you to focus on the choice of music. You couldn’t help but laugh as Soldier by Destiny’s Child echoed throughout the space.

Fitting.

“Nice choice,” you mused, tapping your fingers to the beat.

Destiny’s Child was a staple in your household growing up, and your love for the band remained even decades after their separation.

Soap shot you a grin, and started to belt out the lyrics, pulling another giggle from you. His Scottish accent was still prominent, and hearing the way he pronounced southern slang was more amusing than it should’ve been. You were soon sent into a fit when Gaz began to join in, though he was more subdued than the Scot.

They had too much energy considering the grueling mission you all were subjected to, but seeing them so carefree was a nice sight. To be able to kick back and listen to music with the men you were beginning to regard as your brothers brought you joy.

Soon enough, you were dancing in your seat, your tiredness fading as the beat reverberated through the plane. The team was the only passengers, so you didn’t have to worry about disturbing other guests.

While you expected Gaz and Soap to be bright and breezy—they almost always were—it was a surprise to see Captain Price bobbing his head to the beat, with as much rhythm as a middle-aged British man could muster. Even more shocking was that the notoriously stoic Ghost was tapping his foot against the floor.

You paused, the sight taking you aback enough for a disbelieving laugh to escape. You were feeling particularly giggly, your relief and tiredness making everything funnier than it really was.

Ghost froze when he noticed you staring, and you’d bet he was lifting a brow under his mask. “What?”

You just smiled and looked away. He continued to stare but didn’t press the issue further. And when No Scrubs by TLC started to play, it was forgotten completely.

The fact that those big, burly men were jamming out to R&B classics after a taxing mission amused you to no end. It was utterly absurd and seemed like something out of a sitcom. But despite the absurdity, it only made them even more endearing to you and solidified that the 141 was where you belonged.

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lunarw0rks · 2 months

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────141 headcanons: touching the belly────

a/n: y'all know i'm a sucker for the the pregs trope so i had to do this request. and i only did the four dinguses for this one, sorry anon ☺️

warning(s): pregnancy, fluff+angst, invasion of reader's personal space/privacy, protectiveness, hurt/comfort?, afab!reader

‧˚₊ MAIN MASTERLIST ⟢ 141 MASTERLIST ‧₊˚⊹

๋࣭ ⭑ PRICE

⌞one of the perks of being married to john is being supported. quite literally the definition of it, in every form. that goes for your baby too, no questions asked. he's more akin to simon in being traditional while you're expecting. wants you home, resting and not lifting a finger.

he's very particular about who he lets close to you, more than ever now. it makes sense considering his work and the general fragility of a new family. in the same way as kyle, he's constantly stressed. wants everything to be perfect for you and soon to be little one.

always has his eye on you, just like he does all his men. there's nothing he doesn't see or already knows about. honestly, may even spot a bad apple before you do. won't even bother with politeness and will shoo them away before their hand(s) even make contact with your tummy.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SIMON

⌞ he was already protective enough before you got pregnant, but he's at a whole new level now. practically a full-time security guard by the time you reach your third trimester. ESPECIALLY when you two find yourselves out and about — which isn't often.

on the off chance that you're at some sort of gathering with simon, he's at your side no matter what. eyeing every person who approaches you, only chiming in when spoken to, out of mere courtesy. as soon as you give him any inkling of discomfort, he's asking you if he should go start the car.

one thing he hasn't gotten used to yet is the touching. how people often belaud pregnant women. cross boundaries constantly to get a feel of them and their bellies. it's already hard enough getting the man to relax, but it's hopeless now with all the new people he "needs" to keep an eye on. it's not a matter of him catching someone touching your belly; he'll already be standing there most likely. glares, huffs, will certainly go as far as removing their hand if it lingers long enough.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SOAP

⌞doesn't see any point in excluding you from functions if you think you can handle them. loves having you on his lap or right beside him when he's out, even in pregnancy. as long as you're comfortable and able to signal to him when you're too tired or need something — he's just happy you're there.

most of all, johnny is fiercely protective of the bump. more than he is of you (which is nearly unfathomable, i know). and if there's one thing he loves more than you — it's gushing about you to anyone who'll listen. so, initially, he might not notice someone making you tense while amid his blabbing.

but after so long with him, you've learned to accept the flattery for what it is and remember how easy it is for him to get distracted. a firm squeeze to his hand or a tug to his jacket will do the trick. but once realizes what's happening, he's on it (with his new Dad Speed). finds a way to distract the person and slip you the car keys. promises he'll be out in two minutes to drive you home — and he always is.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ GAZ

⌞ even though he'd prefer you bundled up in bed and waiting for him, kyle still enjoys doing things with you. he definitely gives a wider berth than the other guys, but he's just as vigilant (if not more). he's more subtle about it, if anything.

it isn't just you to protect anymore, it's you and his baby. so, forgive the man for his pinched brows and clenched fists, he's reverted into nothing but a ball of anxiety the further the months progress.

doesn't mind people having a feel of you, usually, when they only mean well (it's typically older ladies anyhow). but sometimes it's a more unsavory interaction; someone who isn't taking any hints, who can't bear to leave the two of you alone. on one hand, gaz understands — an expectant, attractive couple out on a wholesome shopping trip is bound to lure attention. he takes a slower approach, less hostile to avoid upsetting you anyone. brushes it off with an excuse; "oh, love, you got that appointment today, right? don't wanna be late." and then makes his exit, a guiding hand around your waist.⌝

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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Friendship bracelets-141

R/N made friendship bracelets for the people of the team

R/N: and Price this is yours

Price: thanks, kiddo

R/N: Gaz, i made this in your favourite colour

Gaz: aww, thank you, R/N

R/N: Soap, yours was made with extra love

Soap: hey, thanks!

R/N: Ghosty, I also made this bracelet for you

Ghost: I'm not a jewellery person

R/N: you don't have to wear it-

Ghost: no fuck off I'm wearing it forever

A/N: for the first time in my life I made a friendship bracelet and someone actually wore it🥹

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yawnderu · 2 months

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bimbo!reader is soooo slayyyter core, she’s definitely doing her makeup blasting James Dean or Makeup or Hello Kitty, maybe even Miss Belladonna. Ghost bringing 141 over for some drinks and they walk in and all they hear blasting all over the house is hyperpop and some girl in the living room in a tiny shirt with her cats and a face mask erratically dancing, love her so much

YESYES!! She listens to literally any cunty artists and has a BIG space in her brain reserved for music lyrics only💗

Now I wish the Gimme More remix by Slayyyter was available on Spotify :((( it would have been added to her playlist SO fucking quick HJBEFJHBKEF

🌸'cause this type of love's the epitome | playlist

The entire 141 has to walk in on her getting ready with music playing loudly in the living room, listening to her sing while she does skincare and dances, sometimes even jumping around with her cats, who simply let her do anything because she gives him good pets and tasty food💗💗

Gaz and Soap would leave the house with more songs added to their gym playlist, even when they're all about being slutted out and having your pussy eaten JHBEFJHBEFJHB

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ms-rampage · 1 year

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Rudy: "😔 No matter what I do, no one from 141 wants to be friends with me."

Y/n: "Yeah, I literally can't relate to that problem at all, but you know who no one likes!?. Hey Graves!."

Graves: "First of all how dare you 😐."

[Reference]

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simonxghost-bs · 4 months

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About me!!!

Hi! My name is Oliver or Sharky! I am a 21 year old, trans autistic man with ADHD who is currently on T!!! ♥️

I go by he/they pronouns✨🏳️‍⚧️

Im a self shipper, I'm in love with video games AND horror movies ✨🏳️‍🌈

CW for mention of r4pe/non con, transphobia, etc. (am against these)

AGELESS BIOS/MINORS DNI

DNI

If you're under 18 (you will be blocked)

Pro Harry Potter/J.K. Rowling

If you're anti-lgbtqia+

If you're pro Nazi

Pro cringe

Proship

Racist

Anti self ship

Transcum/detrans/age play

You support Ghost's original actor (he was a sexist pig)

Anti age regression (I do NOT sexualize age regression)

I take requests/asks, and will answer as characters to the best of my abilities!!

My rules are similar to my DNI

You may request smut, fluff, angst, etc. PLATONIC/ARO/ACE FRIENDLY!!!

No romanticized r°pe, yandere, non con, etc.

No gatekeeping

This is a pro self ship blog, but I am very anti proship, proship fuck off

No incest

Characters you may bully: Graves and Makarov (maybe soap but he probably has a degration k!nk 🙄😂)

No pregnancy k!nk, afab pregnancy will be shown with respect, not as a sex thing here.

NO MINORS!!!

PLEASE I only write for gn/male readers!!! Please respect that!! (Exceptions include some very good friends)

#ghost #simon riley #lgbtqia #call of duty #141 task force #DNI #dni #john soap mactavish #soapghost #captain john price #cod x male reader #cod x trans male reader #frm reader #makarov #self ship friendly

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junosbugs · 10 months

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prologue

simon ‘ghost’ riley

a/n: i am rotting in bed and have been letting chatgpt write me prompts. here's another one. muah xoxo.

callsign: viper

“He shot her.” Viper bent down, inspecting the bullet wound. She looked over to her lieutenant, who held his gun in the direction of the now dead man that lay in front of him.

“We can’t leave her here. She’ll die.”

Looking up at the masked man, alarms rang within their heads but the room was silent. The skull face shook back and forth, “Negative.”

Anger rumbled inside her, the girl underneath her choking down a sob. “Please, I don’t want to die.”

Viper looked down at the girl. She had to have only been 13, maybe a little older. All the soldier could muster up was a tight smile, in a hushed voice she looked into the young girl's eyes, “I am going to do everything I can to get you out of here, I promise.”

The soldier placed a cloth on the bleeding wound, hopefully to slow it down with some pressure. Raspy gasped escaped the young girl's lips from the uncomfortable and probably painful pressure being applied on her torso. “Why don’t you tell me your name?”

A sigh escaped from the man behind her, followed by retreating footsteps.

“Constantine, but my friends call me Connie.” the young girl spoke with sharp inhales.

Viper hummed in response as her hands worked around cleaning and working around the bullet wound.

“You can call me Connie.” A seldom smile grew on Vipers lips.

“Well, I’m honored Connie.”

Heavy boots crunched the dirt behind her. “Viper. A word.” His stoic accent bouncing off the silence in the walls.

She stood up from her spot, “I’ll be right back, promise.” Viper made her way over to her lieutenant, he looked down at her with what could be blue eyes.

“We can’t get her out,” He didn’t even try to keep his voice down. Another choked sob escaped from the lips of the young girl. “No, please. Please, I don't want to die.”

Viper spun her head back to Connie, “You aren’t going to die,” Her head turned back to her lieutenant. “Tell her Ghost, she isn’t going to die.” She jabbed a finger into his bulletproof vest.

“Soldier-”

“Tell her!”

“She’ll die out there!” The patter of water droplets from outside were the only things heard in that room. Even Connie's ragged breathing faltered. “If we take her with us, she has no chance of surviving. She’ll take us down with her.”

“I promise! I won’t, I’ll be so good, you won’t even notice me.” Her pleads became outright sobs, as she gasped for air. “Please, it hurts too much.”

Viper looked up at the masked man in front of her, not even trying to deny the pain in her eyes. “How do you know she won’t make it?” Her voice is low.

“Had the Captain do scout, we’re surrounded.” Ghost's voice was lower, almost pindrop quiet. The young girls' sobs only increased. The stringing feeling itched the corner of her eyes as she tried blinking them away.

She nodded, “Do they know we’re in here?”

“Negative.”

“I don’t want to die,’ The young girl sobbed.

“Alright,” Her compliance hung heavy in the somber room. “We stay with her till she passes. I don’t want to leave her here.”

“Viper-”

“I don’t care what you say.” She cut him off. She knew she had crossed a line with him, to others the behavior would have been seen as a disrespectful act leading to punishment, but she didn’t care. she would have taken the punishment if she knew it would bring the young girl some comfort in the paralyzing pain and worry she was facing. Viper found herself leaning against a wall next to Connie, allowing her to place her head on her shoulder. Pleads and begs escaped the young girl's lips and all Viper could do was whisper reassuring words to her that they both knew were false.

Her shaky sobs quieted, as the blood loss and the pain succumbed to her body leaving her limp on the solder next to her. Ghost's eyes met Vipers, she wasn’t sure what he was feeling or if he felt at all.

His eyes were trained on the door, the door we would leave from. The door we would escape from, leaving Connie here to rot. The thought of looking at her lieutenant pained her, how could he let this happen?

“My birthday would have been on the 8th of June.” The small girl spoke in a hoarse whisper. “I would have been 15.”

Something crept in Vipers throat, blocking any air to come in or out. She knew if she tried to breathe, a cry would escape her lips and it would be the last thing she wanted to do. “I’m sorry,” Viper whispered into her hair, pressing a firm kiss on her temple, trying to control her trembling lips. “I am so, so sorry.”

All Connie could do was hum in response, and within seconds, whatever strength the young girl had to keep her going was gone. Her body went limp against Viper.

Without thinking twice about her surroundings or who was near, a choked sob escaped her lips as she repeated the apologies into Connie's hair. Battered and bloody fingers found their way up to Connie's deadpanned eyes, slowly pressing the lids down to mimic a peaceful slumber. She laid her body down slowly so she wasn't leaning on her or the wall anymore.

“We waited, now we have to go.” The rough British accent echoed throughout the dark room. Viper stood up from her crouched position wiping away the snot from her nose, and rubbed her tears with the back of her hand. A hand laid on her shoulder, “I’m sorry, soldier-”

Viper shrugged off his hand from her, “Don’t touch me,” picking up her equipment and her weapons. She muttered, “Let’s just get out of here.”

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