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all-purpose-dish-soap · 13 hours

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TF141 & sexy clothes

Gaz absolutely supports you wearing whatever you feel sexy in. however, in his heart of hearts, he believes the sexiest thing you can wear around him is your pjs, your ratty old tees, your sleep shirts, your big hoodies, your slouchy garbage clothes. he just wants to know you're comfortable. not to mention the idea of you letting him see you the way nobody else gets to... letting yourself be totally vulnerable around him... that lights up a certain (slightly needy) (slightly possessive) part of his brain. interesting how easily his hands can slide past the hem of your clothes when they're bigger and slouchier, too.

Ghost loves lingerie, though. like wrapping a present just for him. it's less about the lace (or the bows, or the straps, or the leather, whatever you prefer) and more about the time and attention you're expending to make yourself look all sexy. all this work? for him? even if his usual compulsion is to act aloof and pretend it's no big deal, he can't hide the greedy way his eyes devour you--for me? don't mind if i do. it's a toss-up whether he decides to unwrap you completely or just push his calloused hands into your lil outfit and muss you up until it's not covering anything anymore. or maybe he'll just leave the wrapping on so he can keep admiring all your hard work while he pumps into you.

Price says he loves you in lingerie, and he does. he doesn't tell you how fucking crazy you drive him when you're dressed for business. that might mean the clothes you wear into the office every day; it might mean fatigues; it might mean a particular uniform; it might be sportswear. he's big into seeing you focused and in your element--your competence is sexy--while also knowing there are so few layers he'd need to peel off before he could have you completely forgetting yourself if he wanted. and hey! if the lace at the top of your thigh-highs happens to be peeking out from under your pencil skirt, or if your ass fills out your uniform just right? that's just fine with him. you do you. (for now. he'll do you later.)

Soap's preferences are simple. he likes access. skirts. dresses. obviously, if he could convince you to be naked 100% of the time, he would. sundresses are pretty, though. so are your studded black skirts if you're gothy. or your sharp, practical, form-fitting pencil skirts if you're professional. you can even wear a kilt if you'd like. his kilt. he doesn't mind. (he only asks that you wear it as it's meant to be worn--without a thing underneath.) on days you do wear a dress or skirt, you're lucky to make it out of the house without him darting after you, pulling the hem up your thighs, and wondering aloud how you managed to find any undergarments at all; he'd swear he hid every last pair. he peels your underwear off--don't protest, hen; you know how this works--and after that, your chances of getting out the door are slim to none.

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more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

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gothghostiie · 1 day

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Snuggle pile with Poly141 X Reader. Just a fucking mound of buff military guys and their collective favorite person all cozy and sleeping on top of each other. Simon has a death grip on you bye

mmmm snuggle pile after a hard mission, price is at the very bottom. he wants all his babys snuggled up nice to him, arms wrapped around all of you.

soap is in the middle, right on top of price, he needs the attention and hes a petite little fucker teehee

gaz is left to price, burying his face into prices chest while playing with Soaps mohawk, his other arm snaked underneath prices neck so he can play with Ghosts hair

ghost lies on prices right, rubbing Gaz's side while keeping soap trapped under his arm

last but not least you - sprawled out over all of them. snuggling like a baby.

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mactavishenjoyer · 15 hours

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Soap: "Why did I find my boyfriend in the trunk of the car with a traumatic head wound?'

Price, who forgot he was in their: "shit...."

Gaz, who forgot he was in their:"fuck..."

Soap:"you have three seconds to start running and if I catch you imma beat the shit out of you."

Price:"I'm your Captain you can't threaten me."

Soap:"3...2.."

Price:"IT WAS KYLE'S FAULT!"

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femalefemur · 17 hours

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The Illusion of Freedom: Epilogue

part one | part two | part three

It was early morning, the sun still rising in the sky and casting rays of pink and orange against the clouds. You were at the market behind the small bakery stall that you helped run, smiling at customers as they looked between the different cakes, pastries and breads, trying to decide which one they desired more. You greatly enjoyed your job as a baker’s apprentice, you liked being able to create with your hands, the feeling of dough beneath your palms and flour against your skin a comforting feeling. It also brought you joy to see your hard work enjoyed and bringing people happiness, it made you content to know you were filling their bellies.

“There you are, bonnie, little lamb” a voice pulled you out of your wandering thoughts.

Bright blue eyes and sharp teeth stared back at you as you found the owner of the voice amongst the patrons of your stall. His hair was unusual but kempt, slicked back slightly to keep strays from flying about and his voice was smooth and had a lilt that you couldn’t place.

“Sorry, have we met?” You smiled politely at the man while handing another customer their change for the pie they had purchased.

“In another life” he replied as he watched you carefully, three other men appearing beside him out of seemingly thin air.

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callsigngrim · 3 days

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There is something so funny on trying to teach english people your language.

And all I can think about is how the 141 would absolutely butcher trying to speak Afrikaans

Soap would obviously want to learn the swear words first...

Should I make this a series??

Also side note english is hard sometimes and yet here we are people who's first/home language isn't english but we are writing. I take my hat off to the others you are a blessing. (All writers are) but you know what I mean.

#writers #fanfic writers #cod #task force 141 #Simon riley #soap #gaz #price #call of duty

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chamomiletealeaf · 4 days

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Being so sensitive to squirting that the 141 make fun of your for it and have little competitions to see who can make you squirt the fastest :(

Johnny holds the record of 37 seconds from fingering you so fast you couldn’t tell when his fingers were inside or out of you.

After their little competition your poor pussy was so swollen and sensitive that all it took was a few rough spanks to your pussy from Price to make you squirt again.

“Oh well look at that? Seems we got a new record holder hm?” Price teases you and Johnny.

“That doesn’t count the competition is over!” Johnny exclaims angrily at Price.

Meanwhile Simon and Gaz are fucking rock hard from watching you squirt again so quickly.

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 1 day

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edging gaz and ghost… I need to bite them

can't recommend it. biting Ghost OR Gaz--especially with the other one around--is a good way to get your jaw grabbed. do you think you get to do whatever you want? no. behave or else <3

maybe you could get yourself into a position to edge them. if you're clever... and then what? you have two very wound up, very single-minded men to contend with. and where do they both want to direct their frustration? yeah. they do not have an issue taking it out on you(r holes).

hope this helps <3

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tb-png · 3 months

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a not so lonely shower - 👻 🧼🧢

his favorite sergeants don’t seem to realize that ghost is in the next stall over (but between you and me, they know. and they want him to hear 🤭)

CLOSE UP CAUSE LOOK ST HIS TUMMY!!!! I WANNA CHEW AND NAW ON HIM

#tbpng #call of duty #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghostsoapgaz #soapgaz #john soap mactavish #soap #john mactavish #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #soap x gaz #soapgazghost #gazsoapghost

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femalefemur · 21 hours

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The Illusion of Freedom: Part One

part two

warnings: kidnapping, cannibalism, dead dove do not eat, please let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 2.6k

A/N: This is the first part of this work, while there is no actual cannibalism in this part there are some allusions to it and there is actual cannibalism in this work overall. I have also tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible with no real defining features, so I hope they do actually come across as gender neutral.

The weather was cold, wind howling as rain poured down in heavy sheets outside, making the night seem even darker than usual. There were no stars in the sky that you could see, no shining beacon in the darkness that was slowly seeping in all around you. All you had were the torches that lined the walls of your chambers, sitting on the bed before two loud thumps on the heavy wooden door brought you to your feet.

Two of the men you had become familiar with guided you out of your room, the skull adorning the taller one’s face no longer scaring you as it once had and the unusual hairstyle on the other becoming normal. It had been months since you had been here, months of being pampered and fawned over, months of preparing and now the night had finally arrived. Your eyes focused on the torches and candles that lined the hallways of the castle as you walked towards the ceremonial chamber.

The castle was ancient and had stood there since civilisation had started. It had stood tall and proud since humankind had learned to carve stone to make structures, back when everyday people would still sacrifice to the Gods. It housed you now, not royalty of any kind but the castle didn’t care as it had not been built to house royalty, even if they had occasionally taken residence in it. No, it was built to house magic, forces that humans still didn’t fully understand even if they dabbled in the mystic arts. Forces that were neither good nor evil but forces that demanded rituals and sacrifices. The magic was why you had been taken from your life and brought here to your demise.

You had been walking to the market, it was early morning and the dew was still settling on the grass as you walked past the few fields of your family’s farm. The walk to the market was a long one and you hadn’t been able to take the horse as he was needed for another errand, so there you were, walking at the crack of dawn to the market. All of this just so you could sell some milk and hopefully buy a cake from the baker as a special treat for your younger sibling’s birthday. That dream had gone down the drain when you were about halfway to town. The gentle clinking of the milk bottles in your bag had been your only companion as you’d softly hummed to yourself and kicked a small rock, wanting to see how far you could take it without losing it. You hadn’t noticed the shadows lurking in the woods that grew on the side of the road, hadn’t noticed the odd silence that came from them. There was not a single bird nor insect chirping to signal a new day, just complete and total silence emanating from the tall trees that had stood like guards beside the road since the beginning of time. It had come as a surprise at the very least when a leather gloved hand had covered your mouth and muffled any attempt of a scream. Your teeth had no effect on the large man as you managed to clamp down on his fingers while you kicked and flailed, your bag crashing onto the road and the milk bottles shattering. Your last thoughts were of how disappointed your younger sibling was going to be with no cake as you watched the milk seep through the bag and onto the dirt road.

When you awoke you had found yourself in a plush bed, the sun high in the sky and a hulking figure watching you intently from the one dark corner in your room where the sunlight did not reach. You’d stared wide eyed as the figure stepped forward, the skull on his face causing you to take a sharp breath and clutch the duvet. You were sure you had died on that road, that this was the afterlife and the reaper was here to collect. It had to be. Why else would you be in such comfort? As the figure stepped forward and you remained frozen in place, you had realised that no it was not in fact the reaper coming for your immortal soul but rather a man. A large and imposing man who stared at you with honey brown eyes that seemed to hold a reverence for you that you had never seen before in your life. His gaze had made you shudder almost uncomfortably as you stared back at the man, watching him as he approached you and placed a hand gently on top of yours, that were still gripping the duvet with enough strength to leave your knuckles aching.

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you” his voice was rough and deep as he spoke, like stones grinding against each other but it wasn’t unpleasant, rather the opposite.

“Where am I?” Your tongue had felt heavy and thick in your mouth, words seemed difficult to form and you had realised that your head had a dull thumping ache to it.

“Home.” It was the only answer he had given before he’d picked up the glass of water on the bedside table and pushed it into your hands.

You had stared at the water for a moment before deciding there was no harm in drinking it. If it was drugged then at the very least you wouldn’t be awake for whatever this giant of a man had planned. Nothing happened though, the water had slid down your throat cold and calming as you’d greedily drank every last drop. A pleased smile had stretched across your captor’s face before he’d placed the glass down and hoisted you into his arms, carrying you out of the room as you’d stared in shock.

“Where are you taking me?” it had come out a lot softer than you’d intended and you had mentally kicked yourself for sounding so weak.

“To meet the others,” he replied.

“The others?” You’d frowned in confusion as you looked at him.

The faint sound of people chattering had filled your ears the closer you’d got to the room at the end of the hall. Intrigue had filled your mind and you’d stared intently at the doors as if you were willing your ears to make the muffled words clearer and listen to the conversation that had been so raptly taking place. The man whose arms you were in had pushed the heavy door open with ease, and the chatter had immediately stopped as all eyes had fallen onto you. You’d watched as the three other men in the room stood, all of them tall, though not as tall as the man who held you in his arms, and all of them handsome, almost devastatingly so.

“Well aren’t they bonnie?” the shortest of them had grinned as he’d approached you, his blue eyes sparkling like crystals.

“What are you going to do to me?” you’d stared at them all and curled a little further into the man who was holding you.

“Nothing little lamb, nothing yet” a gruff chuckle had come out of the man closest to you, a beard on his face and deep blue eyes like the ocean that sucked you in, threatening to drown you if you looked too long.

Your brow furrowed at his answer but you nodded slightly despite your confusion. You were safe, for now at least, and that was all that mattered. You could devise a way to escape in the time you had and hopefully be gone before they did whatever it was they had planned.

You’d watched them warily for the next few days as you explored the castle looking for an escape. You’d learned their names over the meals you all shared. The man with the skull on his face was known as Ghost, the shortest was Soap, the prettiest man you had ever laid eyes on was Gaz and the man with the beard, their leader, was John. You didn’t know any of their real names besides John’s and you’d suspected that they’d prefer to keep it that way. They were mages you had also learned and they were quite powerful, this castle was their home or rather they were custodians to it for as long as they walked this earth. It was their sacred duty to care for the castle, to protect it, fight for it and feed it. In turn they were given access to knowledge beyond the average human’s comprehension, knowledge so powerful that it was kept under lock and key at the hands of those who had long since left this plane of existence.

During your exploration you had been followed by Gaz, he was the most trusted John had assured you, waving off Soap as he stared at you with hungry eyes and an open maw. Still you had felt slight discomfort as the beautiful man followed you and pointed out the architecture or priceless works of art that seemed to move when you looked at them from the corner of your eye. His gaze was too sharp, too keen as he watched every move you made, every twitch of your fingers and every breath that expanded your lungs. You felt like prey being watched by a predator that was far too smart to let you know it had been tracking you. A predator that would rather befriend you and lure you into his gaping maw with honeyed words and gentle gazes. Rather than a predator that would corner you as you shook from terror and sink its teeth into you, as you suspect Soap would do, given the chance.

“Do you like the castle?” Gaz had asked one afternoon as you’d climbed the spiralling stairs of one of the towers.

“It’s beautiful…yes…” you’d nodded as you’d stared out beyond the castle grounds, squinting against the sunlight only to see the vast forest that surrounded the castle.

Gaz had laughed at your baffled expression, giving you a knowing look as you both stood there and looked at each other.

“There’s no escaping here little lamb” he’d grinned at you, teeth sharp and glinting in the sunlight for a split second before he schooled his expression.

You had just nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat, staring out at the sea of trees and unfamiliar landscape. Even if you’d managed to leave the actual castle itself you’d never be able to exit the forest. It was too large, unnaturally so which made you suspect that there was magic at play in there. You would probably be found too quickly, which would be a mercy considering the other option would be to starve to death in the forest, or die from the unknown creatures that lurked in its depths.

So you had accepted your fate, like an animal awaiting its slaughter at the hands of those who had raised it with love, fed it when it was hungry and sheltered it when it was cold. You were never told what exactly would happen to you, but from the snippets of conversations you’d overheard, you had gathered it was some kind of ritual and you were to be the sacrifice. You’d spent that day sitting in whatever sunlight you could find, desperate to soak in the warmth and hoping it would rid your mind of what you had heard. Gaz was by your side as usual as you stared up at the clouds and watched the shapes they made. Your mind drifted back to laying in the fields with your siblings and pointing at the clouds that were shaped like rabbits and cows. You had all laughed when you had spotted one shaped like the mean goose on a neighbouring farm, who would chase you if you so much as walked past their fence. Its toothed beak nipping at your heels as you ran as fast as you could to escape the tiny devil and reach your destination.

Gaz had watched you intently as you both sat on the warm stone of the castle steps, his eyes glinting in the sunlight and making them seem like deep pools of amber that you could swim in forever. You’d stared back at him after a while of feeling his gaze on you, turning as he’d pointed out a cloud that looked like a horse. A small smile had graced your lips as you nodded and in turn pointed out one that looked like a house with a puffing chimney. That was how you had spent that afternoon, in the company of a man who was one of your captors but had also become a friend, or as close to a friend as you could have in this strange place. It had brought you some happiness and distracted you from the words you had overheard earlier. You had talked with Gaz for the rest of the afternoon as you both watched the clouds and pointed out interesting shapes to each other until the sun had finally set and you were ushered back inside, warmed from its rays. That night at dinner the others had picked up on your lightened mood. Soap had hounded you about what happened to make you change, at least until John had finally told him to leave you alone. You and Gaz had exchanged a look before laughing, all while Soap had looked between the two of you curiously.

The following days passed much the same, spending it with Gaz as you two talked, he’d ask about your family and you’d share all the details of your upbringing. In turn you had asked about his family but all you had gotten was a shrug and a wave of his hand as he told you that mages rarely ever knew their families, if they even had one to begin with. His words had piqued your curiosity but you’d decided not to push the man as you saw the glint of darkness behind his eyes as he had talked. Eventually Soap and Ghost joined you and Gaz, Ghost holding back Soap any time he got too close or pressed you too much for details of your life.

You had settled into a semblance of a routine, you would wake up, make yourself presentable, adorning yourself in the fine silks and hand embroidered garments that lined your closet, have breakfast and then spend your day with the three men who now seemed to be permanently glued to your side. Most days you would have a picnic on the grounds with the other three, a plush blanket laid out under the giant oak tree and enough food to feed an army. You would laze in the warm air and watch the sunlight dance on the blanket as it filtered through the leaves of the tree. The three of you would often spend far longer than just lunch sitting on the blanket, either talking or in more recent days, the men would read you stories of far away lands and battles of old. This would last until you all decided it was time for an afternoon nap, a decision that was never discussed but rather occurred naturally as you each slowly fell asleep together on the blanket, huddled against each other in a snug pile. On days when you all had too much energy you would chase each other, running through the garden and the intricate maze as you all laughed and pushed against each other. This would last until the sun had set and you were forced to go inside. Blanket in hand as you all cleaned up before dinner, one of two meals where you would actually see and converse with John. After dinner you would retire to your chambers and the others would follow John to who knows where. You suspected they’d gone to hone their craft and read from texts that were transcribed in now long dead languages, to gain knowledge from those beyond the veil.

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