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greatstormcat · 3 months

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x chubbyf!reader

TW: MDNI 18+, darkfic, kidnap, violence, threat, non-con, p in v, forced orgasm, forced exhibitionism, name calling

AN: dead dove read the tags, if you proceed below the cut you consent to reading what is there and will suffer in silence if you do.

AN: Tagging @shotmrmiller for helping feed the brainworms with this one and @391780 for inspiring it!

Your job wasn’t bad, you had to admit it, especially on weekends like this where they paid for you to stay in a nice hotel while you attended a conference. You were visiting a city you liked, staying in a nice part of town, and you got to spend the evening by yourself while everyone else went partying and clubbing. You’d looked up the hotel you were staying in online and saw it had a very nice cocktail bar, so you’d made a plan to glam yourself up and have a few drinks on your free time.

A nagging voice in your head said you were being silly, as you freshened your makeup and put on a cute wrap around dress and heels, but you ignored it. Why shouldn’t you enjoy yourself? What was wrong with feeling pretty just for yourself and no one else? You didn’t need to have a date to feel good about how you looked. What’s the worst that could happen?

Doing a pose before the mirror you look at how the dress clings to your generous curves and flatters your luxurious figure, and the little heels shape your calves nicely. You look hot, helped by the matched underwear set boosting your cleavage where the dress highlights it. Grabbing your room key and phone you giggle and head down to the cocktail bar.

You have a small table booked and the host gets you seated and leaves you a menu. It’s not overly busy, the dark space decorated in mahogany and brass, with elegant lights hanging from the high ceiling. You sit at you table, a small polished marble surface with a glowing brass lamp, and read the menu deciding what to try first. Once you order you open your phone and scroll through tumblr, your greatest vice, and feel a thrill when you see an update to your favourite darkfic series. You devour every word, blood heating as you read the delicious writing in your phone, the kidnapper carrying you away inside your head and using you for his own pleasure.

Your drink arrives, a beautiful glass containing a heady potion of alcohol and candied fruit peel. It tingles on your tongue and warms your throat as you sip it, the mixture of sweet and sharp deliciousness. As you read more you shift in your seat, feeling arousal pooling and simmering low in your pelvis, making your clit pulse. Your mind wanders to the little black vibrator stashed away in your room upstairs, and you smile to yourself for having the forethought to put it onto charge before coming downstairs.

A movement catches your eye and you glance up from your phone briefly, meeting the dark, liquid chocolate coloured eyes of the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in the flesh. You dart your eyes away, your warm face heating further when you realise he is sitting opposite you and staring openly at you. Was he there when you sat down? Has he sat down since you did? You kick yourself for not being more observant. Your frowning and thinking in interrupted as another cocktail is set down beside your half drunk glass by the hostess, a bright smile on her face as she sees your confusion.

“I didn’t order this,” you say with open honesty.

“No, it’s from the gentleman,” she chirps happily before bustling away, obviously enjoying this part of her job. The man opposite is watching you with a barely concealed smile, a small scar pulling at the skin beneath his left eye and giving him a rakish charm.

“Um, was this you?” you ask the gorgeous stranger with a shy smile. His answering smile is dazzling, a sharp canined grin that lights up his face, and he takes the opportunity to get up and move over to the spare seat at your table.

“Yeah, it’s not original but it worked,” he answers in a deep, velvety voice, “I wanted to come and talk to you but didn’t want to interrupt your reading. You were very engrossed in whatever it is.”

He settles in, tucking his long legs under the small table, and you notice how broad his chest and shoulders are, straining the material of his shirt. The two of you settle into easy conversation, making small talk about the bar, the conference you’re attending. It all feels so light and casual, and the second cocktail he has ordered goes down quickly and you allow him to order you another soon after despite the gentle spinning sensation taking over your head.

“So, would you like to come and have some dinner with me?” he asks. “I was going to eat alone tonight but you’re much better company.”

“I don’t even know your name,” you laugh, but already feel like accepting his offer.

“Sorry, I’m Gaz,” he says, holding out his hand. You take it and let him pull your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“Nice to meet you Gaz, I’d like to have dinner with you,” you smile. You pick up your phone and room card, fumbling with them slightly and wishing you had a bag with you. The alcohol in your system makes your head spin as he leads you to the lobby and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his side.

“I’ve got an Uber waiting for us,” he says softly, his deep voice vibrating through his chest as he guides you outside. True to his word a black car waits around the corner, and he opens the backdoor to let you in before walking around and slipping in the other side. As soon as the car begins to move, he is on you, lips hot and insistent against yours and it’s easy to return the enthusiasm.

You tense up, though, when his hands begin to touch you, trailing down your sides and squeezing at your hips possessively.

“Wait, slow down,” you mumble against his lips, and a chuckle comes from the driver.

“Bit late for that,” a gravelly voice drawls, and icy droplets of fear drip down your spine. You shove at Gaz’s shoulders trying to push him back but it’s like trying to shove at a wardrobe, he won’t budge and his mouth kisses down across your neck and collarbone.

“Stop!” you snap, panic bubbling up inside you and he finally huffs out a sigh and leans back slightly. He raises an eyebrow and gives you an unimpressed look. With a terrifying casualness he reaches into the rear pocket of the driver's seat and extracts a gun from its depths.

“You are way out of your depth here, love,” he smiles, gently waving the weapon before your eyes. The remaining alcohol in your system clears as adrenaline surges through your veins, and it takes every bit of self control not to wet yourself right there.

“C’mon, what’s the bra situation?” the driver asks without looking back, his concentration firmly on the road and clearly being observant of how he is driving to avoid raising suspicion. You notice with a jolt that the driver’s head and face are covered with a balaclava. Gaz tugs at the fastening of your dress, the cold metal of the gun in his hand making you shudder as it brushes over your skin.

“Ah fuck,” he breaths, slowly peeling the fabric aside and uncovering your bra.

“Well, what is it?”

“It’s black lace,” Gaz answers reverentially.

“Told you, you owe me twenty quid,” the driver says smugly. “Said she’s a classy bird, didn’t I? Bet you the knickers match.”

“You’re not taking any more of my money,” Gaz chuckles, seemingly entranced by the lacy cups of your bra, tracing his fingers lightly over the lace. Your nipples harden and press up against the thin fabric, and he circles one of them with his thumb. You can’t help but notice the way he swallows, as though salivating. “Can’t wait to suck on these, baby,” he murmurs softly to you. “D’ya know some people can come just from having their nipples sucked?”

You nod your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at him as he pinches at the nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He is interrupted by the car stopping and the driver turning around in his seat.

“Take her inside, I’ll be back shortly,” the driver says, watching you in the rear view mirror as Gaz shuffles you over the seat and pulls you outside, taking your phone and room key from you and tossing them to the other man. The unmissable press of the gun against your side keeps you compliant and quiet as he marches you into a nondescript house on an average street. It’s disturbing how close you still are to your nice hotel, maybe only a few miles from safety and help.

Your abductor marches you through the door and down a short flight of steps into a basement, flicking on a lamp in the corner as you stumble in the darkness. The dim light illuminates a double bed, a tattered armchair, and a few other pieces of worn furniture. The connotations of this setup make bile scald the back of your throat.

“Right, you stay here,” Gaz tells you, as though you have a choice. “The door’s gonna be locked, so don’t bother trying it.” With a casual glance up and down your half dressed, trembling form he heads back up the stairs to the ground floor, the sound of the door shutting and the lock turning sounding like the end of the world.

You spend a fruitless few minutes fumbling around and trying to find an exit, a weapon, anything that might help you escape. The only other door opens into a tiny bathroom that has been partitioned off the basement, making it clear they intend to keep you here for a long period. As hopelessness threatens to overwhelm you the door upstairs clicks open and two sets of boots clomp down the stairs.

The bigger guy, wearing a balaclava still and this time with a hideous sharp tooth skull mask, carries your suitcase from the hotel and your shoulder bag. Your stomach roils as you realise he went back and checked you out, so no one will notice you’re missing right away. He sets it down and saunters over to the armchair facing the bed, sitting down and spreading his thick thighs wide.

You flinch as Gaz touches your neck, you hadn’t noticed him nearing as you had focused on the other guy.

“That’s Ghost by the way,” Gaz informs you with the same friendly tone. “He’s gonna help us enjoy ourselves.”

“Enjoy? I don’t think that’s what you’ve got planned for me,” you croak out, eyes bouncing back and forth between the pair. Ghost chuckles darkly.

“Maybe not, love,” he replies, “but we will anyways.”

You freeze as Gaz tugs at the tie to your dress again, finishing undoing it now and letting it fall open.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost murmurs, his dark eyes raking over your curves and lingerie, shifting in his chair as he adjust his blue jeans to accommodate a growing bulge in his crotch. “Classy bitch.”

Gaz hums with approval, tugging the dress off your shoulders before walking you backwards until the musty bed knocks against the back of your legs.

“Shoes, off,” he tells you, voice low and dark, “then on the bed. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You consider refusing for a moment, but fear gets the better of your bravado and you kick your shoes off and climb onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly as you move into the middle and lay back. Gaz follows, grasping your knees and forcing them wide so he can kneel betweeen your legs. For several moments he contents himself with running his palms up and down your exposed legs, kneading the plushness of your thighs with increasing enthusiasm. His finger trail closer to your lace underwear, grazing over the fabric covering your pussy, making you twitch each time.

“Are you going to get on with it?” Ghost grumbles, absently rubbing a hand over his bulging crotch.

“There’s no rush,” Gaz grins at the other man, but carries on and hooks his fingers into the elastic either side of your hips and pulls roughly, ripping the underwear down your thighs. The thin fabric snaps and he tosses it away. Before you can snap your legs closed, he lunges forward, pushing his hand against your exposed cunt and pressing his fingers against you seam.

“Shit, she’s wet,” he groans, fingers probing between your pussy lips and a terrified sound catches in your throat. “Ugh, so fuckin’ wet,” he repeats as his thick fingers slide back and forth, exploring and invading you, humiliation and fear surging in your chest and forcing tears from your eyes. He finds what he is looking for and grunts triumphantly when he feels your hips jerk, pressing his fingers against your clit again and begin to circle it slowly.

“Is that all for us, love?” you hear the masked man ask, and you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut to block them both out. Fat tears roll down the side of your face while Gaz slowly rubs the pad of his finger back and forth over your sensitive nub. The dull ache from earlier returns, the nub swelling eagerly at the stimulation against your will.

“Nah, I reckon she was reading porn back at the bar the way she was wriggling in her seat,” Gaz says. “Got herself nice and worked up for us, saved us some effort.” He abandons your clit, and moves a rough, slicked finger against your entrance and presses slowly. You try to pull your hips away, but a harsh slap lands against your thigh making you yelp.

“Hold still,” he warns you, and you whimper but stay still as he forces his digit inside.

“Please don’t,” you whisper shakily, feeling his calloused finger slipping further inside, then retreating slightly before moving further in. He ignores your protest and slowly fingers you, adding a second shortly after, slowly pumping them in and out of your cunt. He leans down over you, kissing across your chest and over the lacy cups of your bra, licking and sucking at your nipples through the delicate fabric. His breath comes faster, getting worked up as he assaults you, and his hips move in an echo of his hands movements.

“Gotta taste these,” he groans, and pulls sharply on one cup, ripping the material open before sucking your nipple into his hot mouth. He moans, flicking the bud with his tongue, causing your muscles to tighten around his fingers every time. Your body fights against you, slick dribbling down his hand from the way he plays you, disgust and arousal warring inside you.

Another sob bubbles up your throat and Gaz looks up at you with bright eyes, pulling his mouth from your tit with a loud, wet pop before grabbing your chin with his free hand.

He turns your head to face the masked behemoth, whose heavy cock is free of his jeans and cupped in his palm now, stroking his length slowly as he watches you struggle against Gaz pathetically. The light catches on shining metal, and you note the line of piercings along the underside of his shaft.

“Ghost likes it when you cry,” Gaz whispers in your ear. “Really gets him fired up. You keep that noise going he’ll lose control, so be careful.” An unstoppable sob rips from your throat, and as predicted, Ghost’s cock twitches in response to the sound.

“Stop talking and give me something to watch, Gaz,” he grumbles. “Otherwise I’m takin’ over and I don’t think she’ll survive that.”

“Yessir,” Gaz chuckles, the deep sound rumbling in his chest, and he leans back slightly to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers. This means he takes his hand from between your legs and you try to clamp them closed as he kicks away his trousers, and peels off his shirt. He is toned, muscular and would be painfully beautiful, if it wasn’t for him being pure fucking evil.

“Open those legs love, or you’ll get another slap,” Ghost warns you, and it’s only a split second before a ringing slap lands against your cheek from the man on the bed, making your face burn and more tears fall. “Fuck… do that again, it’s makes her whole body jiggle,” Ghost growls, and Gaz does as he is told, slapping you again making your head snap towards the other man. You see him pumping his pierced cock, the tip ruddy and leaking with excitement.

The break in your concentration gives Gaz the opportunity to force his weight between your thighs, his length slotting against your pussy and dragging it back and forth, coating it in your slickness. You try to kick him away, to push him back and fight him, but he overpowers you all too easily and the struggle only spurs him on.

“I grabbed this from her room,” Ghost says and pulls something from his pocket, throwing it onto the bed. Your heart sinks when you see your vibrator on the sheet beside you. It’s quickly picked up and turned on, then pressed against your swollen nub. The vibration against your clit has your back arching off the mattress, and Gaz uses this moment to force his cock inside you, making you yell out at the sudden, unwelcome intrusion.

“How does she feel?” Ghost demands, a tightness to his voice betraying his desperate arousal as he watches Gaz bury his dick inside you.

“Nggghh… she’s a big, soft girl… with a tight cunt…” he grunts. “Fuckin… perfect.” He grinds his hips against you, making sure he gets every inch inside you, wrapped in your tight heat, filling you to the point of pain but the vibrator twists the sensation sickeningly. You feel your walls clench tight around him, pain and fear mixing with aching pleasure.

He moves his hips back, dragging his fat cock against the walls of your pussy, and nerves spark as he does so because of the stimulation to your bundle of nerves. The bastard fucks you mercilessly, taking great care to keep your clit buzzing, he rams his cock into you again and again. The stretch around him is intense, too many sensations and emotions battling for your attention, and you feel the unmistakable righting in your stomach and pelvis.

“No, nonono…” you whine, giving away the fact you are going to come, legs kicking at the bed beneath you uselessly. Your body shakes and bounces, both men watching every time your tits shift back and forth like salivating beasts.

“That’s it, love,” you hear Ghost groan over Gaz’s panting breaths. “Give us a show and come like the whore you are.” His voice shakes and you make the mistake of looking over at him through your tears, seeing him fucking his fist as Gaz violates you, his head tipped back and chest heaving as he pleasures himself.

Your unwanted orgasm tears through you, tensed muscles spasming wildly and you cannot stop the yell that bursts from your lips. Gaz’s movements become more unhinged, hips slamming painfully against yours as he chases his own high now he has felt you squeezing around him. He grabs your hips, fingers digging viciously into your rolls and making you whimper.

With a few more vicious thrusts he barks a rough shout of triumph and unloads himself into you, thick cum filling your abused cunt.

“Ah, good girl,” Gaz coos breathlessly, leaning down and kissing your forehead as he withdraws his cock.

“Yeah, she’s gonna keep us entertained,” Ghost agrees, wiping his cum covered hand on his jeans before getting up and tucking his softening cock away with a hiss. He heads up the stairs, leaving you with Gaz in the basement.

Gaz shuffles beside you on the bed, you feel exhausted and drained, body boneless and heavy. Your mind stays thankfully blank, the combination of terror, alcohol and orgasm creating a static buzz behind your eyes that drowns out coherent thought. After a moment he pulls a thick duvet up over you both, and he rolls you onto your side facing him.

“Just get some rest now, you did well for a first time,” he mumbles, shifting lower down and wrapping his arms around the soft expanse of your middle. Your eyes are already closing, but you squeal quietly when you feel his hot mouth against your nipple once more. Forcing your eyes open you look down blearily and see him suckling on your nipple, his eyes closed as he holds you tightly. He hums contentedly, sucking your puckered flesh into his mouth lazily as though preparing to doze off like this, and you feel a fresh wave of horror settle over your skin like an icy blanket.

You’re trapped with them.

Part 2

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 2 months

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Ghost/Gaz/F!Reader

After Gaz cheated to win a bet over Ghost, Ghost is looking to get his own back, and he’s wondering if you’d be willing to help him.

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Ghost uses you to punish Gaz by making him hold your hands down as Ghost tonguefucks you until you cry (consensually, ofc).

NSFW below the cut, minors get out now.

You were the only one to see how Ghost’s eyes darkened when Gaz claimed victory in the bet last weekend. You were the only one watching as Ghost sunk back into his seat, staring at the beer left in his glass as he pieced together how Gaz had played a little loose with the rules in order to win the pile of cash in the middle of the table. He was pissed, that anyone would play unfair, even when Gaz remedied the situation by using his winnings to supply the next round.

So, when Ghost caught your arm the next time you stopped by his office, pulling you close and cupping your face in his hands, whispering as he asked if you’d noticed anything about Gaz over the last couple of days, you knew exactly what he was on about.

“The bet, last Friday?” You guessed, trying to act like you didn’t.

“Yes, the bet. What about it?”

“That he won?”

“By breaking the rules.”

“Aww, Si, you about to start complaining how it’s not fair?” You mirrored how he was holding your face, pressing your thumb to his lips through the mask. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same if you thought of it first.”

“Course I would. Still, Gaz cheated. Cheated me, cheated you. I think he should answer for that.”

“And how do you intend to make him answer for it?”

“With you.” Ghost’s hand squeezed on your chin. “If you’ll help me.”

“Help you? How?”

Ghost chuckled lightly. “Just, come back here this afternoon, without anything on under those jeans,” he ran his thumb over your lips, “and, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Take care, how?”

“Lie you out on this desk, use my tongue on you till you cry. Make Gaz watch.”

His words sent heat flooding through your body. The idea of Ghost treating you right in the best way possible, while making Gaz sit and watch, getting frustrated and whiny as Ghost kept control of both of you… “You’d better do that. And more”

“Don’t I always?” He tugged your head down towards his, resting your foreheads together, a compromise you’d made around how hard it was to kiss him when he was in his mask. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes.” You nodded, as Ghost let go of you. “I’ll see you after lunch?”

“Me and Gaz, after lunch.” He nodded, as you left his office.

The time could not go past fast enough. Back in your own office, you sat, staring at the clock watching the seconds tick by until lunch had come and gone, and you were beginning to wonder how long you should wait before hurrying up the corridor to Ghost’s office, sans underwear. How long could you get away with, before Ghost would come and find you? He’d probably berate you for keeping him and Gaz waiting, and turn today into a punishment for you as much as Gaz. Ghost didn’t ask for much in your relationship, but he did prefer for his rules to be kept.

At half two, you’d reflected enough to decide that making Ghost come look for you wasn’t the best idea (for today, at least), and you left your office to hurry over to Ghost’s, not even bothering to knock as you walked in.

Ghost looked up and chuckled. “Took you long enough. Kept Gaz here waiting.”

He nodded to where Gaz was sat on the sofa, arms crossed and a face made like he was sulking.

“This is so not fucking necessary, Si. Can’t you just yell at me or something?”

“You don’t learn when I do that, so we’re trying something different.” Ghost pulled his mask off, rubbing a hand through his brown hair, making it stick up in short spikes. He caught your eye as you giggled at that, and beckoned you close. “On the desk, love.”

He helped you up to lie down on the already cleared surface, humming lightly as he did the cursory work to expose what he needed of your body, undoing the buttons on your shirt and pulling your trousers down around your ankles. Without anything to do, you tilted your head back, staring at Gaz, who was still sat on the sofa, making a point of not looking at either of you.

Simon saw where you were looking, and pressed his hand on your thigh, the warmth sinking into your skin as you relaxed under his touch. “Don’t worry, love. Gaz is waiting until he’s told.”

You nodded as Ghost spread your legs wide and knelt between them, grabbing your ass as he exhaled directly onto your cunt. You gasped and squirmed, stuttering out his name, because he fucking knew how sensitive you got when he did that. Ghost responded by grabbing you tighter before pushing his tongue against your pussy. Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing hold of the short strands and pulling at it, desperately trying to keep him quiet between your thighs, but you weren’t strong enough to stop him from pulling his head back and uttering a single word.

“Kyle.”

Gaz shot up and raced to the other side of the desk, his eyes immediately finding yours, already filled with desperate frustration, as he leaned over and reached down your body. You thought he was reaching down to help Ghost toy with you, to roll his fingers over your clit in a way no one by he could, but instead he grabbed your hands, pried your fingers from Ghost’s hair, and pulled them up over your head, holding them still by his sides, effectively pinning you in place.

“Gaz?” The startled gasp left your lips as you instinctively kicked at Ghost’s back.

Ghost gently rubbed his hands up your thighs to soothe you, showing he was still paying attention to you as he spoke to Gaz. “Remember, Kyle. You hold ‘em down, you don’t touch ‘em anywhere else, you don’t touch me, you don’t touch yourself. You keep your eyes on their face, watch exactly what I’m doing to them, until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz gasps, pressing his hips against the edge of the desk, tightening his grip as you try to pull your hands free.

“Good.” Ghost’s voice softened when he addressed you. “Love?”

“Yeah?” you dragged your eyes from Gaz’s to look down at Ghost.

“Colour?”

“Green.” You responded.

“Good.”

With that, Ghost was done talking. He dragged one of his hands up your thigh to your core, dipping his fingers into the mix of your wet pussy and his saliva, pushing your lips wide and shoving his tongue into you. The sudden movement made you drop your head back to the desk, meeting Gaz’s eyes again as a breath choked its way out of your mouth, lips parted as Ghost ate you out sinfully. You couldn’t feel anything by Ghost’s grip on your thighs, his tongue on your pussy, and Gaz’s grip on your hands, everything else disappearing in the pleasure and the security they provided as they held you down over this desk.

When you focused on Gaz’s face, you could see his eyes flitting about your body and how it was moving, straining simultaneously away and into Ghost’s mouth. Gaz’s lips were moving, he was saying something, muttering about how good you looked with Ghost servicing you, not that you could be sure. You couldn’t hear anything beyond how messy and wet your pussy was.

Ghost was taking you apart, skilfully dissolving your resolve in mere seconds, hooking his tongue each time he dragged it out of you, his thumb pressing down on your clit, certainly delivering on what you’d been shivering with anticipation for the whole day. He was earning every moan that fell from your lips as you shook in his and Kyle’s grip, begging to cum while you still could form coherent speech, because you wouldn’t by the time Ghost was done with you.

Gaz wanted so badly to drag his gaze away from your face, from your body, to look anywhere else, because otherwise he was going to cum inside his boxers, and he didn’t even want to think about what Ghost would have to say about that. It wasn’t like he’d told Gaz he couldn’t cum until Ghost said, but he’d have a mocking mouthful for Kyle in this scenario. Something about him being so eager to spread his cum around, he couldn’t even wait to see good pussy before he did it. How was Ghost supposed to keep picking up after Kyle, because if Kyle wasn’t hard when there was needy pussy waiting, then Ghost would have to fuck it instead, wouldn’t he?

Gaz grit his teeth, jutting his erection against the edge of the desk, the spike of pain staving off the inevitable just enough for him to tighten his grip on your hands as you cried out, back arching off the desk as Ghost got you to cum. Ghost hushed you gently, massaging your thighs as you shook against the wood, before sitting back on his heels and looking up at Gaz.

“Kyle.”

Gaz dragged his gaze down your body, then up to look at Ghost. “Yes?”

“You cum yet?”

“No.”

Ghost kept looking at him, wordlessly, his lips and chin shining in the bright light, as he waited for Gaz to correct himself.

“No, sir.”

“Do you want to?” Ghost kept his eyes on Gaz, but started rubbing his fingers around the edge of your sticky pussy, making you whine underneath their staring match.

“Yes, I do, sir.”

“Can you wait for this one to have one more?” Ghost pushed the tips of his fingers into you, making you squirm, one of your wrists sliding until Gaz caught it again. “Promised I’d make them cry, is all.”

“You…” bastard, Kyle wanted to say, but then he wouldn’t cum at all. “You never promise me that.”

“You’ve never asked for it. Would you like it?”

“I… maybe another time?”

“Another time it is. Keep ‘em still, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz swallowed, dropping his head back down to stare at you, mumbling your name as you twitched, still sensitive as Ghost’s tongue dipped back inside you. “You wanna cry, huh?”

You nodded, staring up at Gaz as he leant down closer to you, concealing the words he whispered.

“That’s how he got you to agree to this? I could’ve made you cry, you know.”

You nodded, eyes beginning to glaze over as Ghost moved his lips up, pulling your clit between his teeth.

“So, why are we here?” Gaz hovered just above your face, slowly blurring out of focus as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, thighs twitching as Ghost dragged you to the edge again, the pads of his fingers dragging over the edge of your wet hole.

“You… cheated…” You huffed out, between stuttering breaths as the knot pulled tight in your gut again.

Gaz sighed, air brushing over your cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Not… me, you should… apologise to.” You felt the tears run down your cheeks as you twisted, trying to pull back from Ghost. “Too… too much…”

Ghost hummed, gently rubbed your thigh and slowed his fingers, settling them into a rhythm as Gaz’s lips ghosted over your cheeks, pressing against your skin until you shook, and came again.

“There we go… Good pet.” Ghost eased back, gently pulling you up from the desk into his arms, beckoning Kyle to follow as he crossed the room to the sofa. He sank back into the cushions, curling you on one side, and spreading his lap open for Gaz to sit on.

“You too, Gaz. So good for me.”

Gaz huffed, shoving his hands against Ghost’s shoulders. “Can I cum? Sir?”

“We’re done now, Kyle. Just us now, just Simon, Kyle, and this one, yeah?”

You wiped your eyes to watch as Simon cupped the back of Kyle’s neck, pressing their foreheads together, sighs leaving their mouths as they rested for a moment, before kissing.

“You want to cum, yeah?”

Gaz nodded, pushing his hips forward. “Yeah. So bad.”

“Go on, then. Take care of yourself.”

“Lazy bastard.” Gaz groaned out, as he undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, hard and leaking before he wrapped his hand around it and stroked himself.

“I’ve only got two hands.” Ghost pointed out. One was on your shoulder, keeping you pulled close to his side, and the other was on the back of Gaz’s head, holding him steady as Gaz groaned, dragging himself towards the finish line. “That’s it, go on, cum for me, yeah?”

“Fucking want to, Christ, Simon…” Gaz groaned. “Fuck…”

“Yeah…” Ghost was rubbing his thumb over Gaz’s skin, stopping when you placed your hand over his on the back of Gaz’s neck. “Pet?”

“Hush.” You said to him as you dragged yourself up to your knees, cuddling up to Gaz’s side, pressing your lips against his ears, whispering over and over how he should cum for you, cum for you, cum for us, as Gaz shivered under your touch, and emptied himself over Ghost’s shirt.

“Fuck,” was all Gaz said as Ghost tangled the two of you together on his lap, trapping Gaz as he tried to pull his shirt off to maximise how much of his skin could be pressed against yours. You bat it away, wrinkling your nose as you felt the material of Ghost’s t-shirt, wet with Gaz’s cum, stick to your skin.

“That was fucking beautiful.” Ghost murmured, kissing each of you in turn, one of his partners snuggled up against each shoulder. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Gaz hummed. “What about you, Si? You cum yet?”

“I can wait.” Simon murmured.

“Hell no,” Gaz struggled to sit up. “You’re not doing that again.”

“We cum, you cum. Simple, as.” You sat up with him, both staring Ghost down like it was a challenge.

He laughed. “You’re both insatiable. You can take me apart later, I promise, but right now both of you are going to sit here, and have a drink and a snack.”

Gaz huffed. “Can’t make us do that.”

Ghost grabbed the back of his neck again. “Yes, I can. You’re not denying me my aftercare, Gaz.”

“Of course not, Si.” You cupped his face. “Aftercare away. Then later, we’ll tear you into pieces, in exchange.”

Ghost sighed. “I’d like that.”

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #ghost x gaz x reader #poly relationship #ghost x gaz #cod #call of duty #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #mw3 #mw2

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swordsandholly · 2 months

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Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

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deunmiu-dessie · 1 month

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𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

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chamomiletealeaf · 2 months

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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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bigguyenthusiast · 3 months

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COD P★ LINKS

Yawll……dis is horny… so like fair warning

John price

Price tying you up after he catches you disobeying him by touching yourself :(

Overstimulation with John <3

Price eating you out after a loooooong mission

More price eating pussy (the guy LITERALLY looks like him or am I tripping)

Since you like using them so much, this shouldn’t be a punishment for you, correct ?

John getting you to ride his thigh

Theres a reason why they’re his favourite

Kyle Garrick

Gaz after ruthlessly fucking you for three hours ;3

What you get for flaunting yourself in front of his mates :(

Lazy night in with gaz

Shhh don’t want anyone to hear you

Late night humping with your clingy boyfriend

Roommate! Gaz getting tired of your horny whining

Simon Riley

Just a quick reminder of where you belong

Quick polishing’

A goodbye gift

A welcome home gift

Roommate! Ghost pounding you till you wake up :(

Owner! Ghost with his lil pup

Little film for later

Gettin’ crafty

John McTavish

Riding him until he’s dumb <3

Mornin sex with Johnny boy

Self restrain

Virgin! Johnny

Just his doll

Convincing your friend, Johnny to join your live 🫣

König

Hes just too big you needed a photo for confirmation

Need your colonel to reach you a lesson?

Just a quickie before he leaves for work

Quickie part 2

Good girls beg

#okay yall lemme go to bed #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #captain price #ghost #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #konig x reader #konig #konig cod #captain john price #john price x reader #john price

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whateveriwant · 5 months

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The 141 getting you to stay in bed

It gets a little spicy towards the end so 18+ please

Soap

Waking up to the feeling of a numb arm is extremely unpleasant, but you suppose it comes with the territory when trying to cuddle 200+ pounds of rugged Scotsman

You manage to free your trapped limb and roll to the other side of the bed, but that space behind you remains empty for only about three seconds before Johnny's pressing himself flat to your back

Now with his arms around your waist, he holds you tight to him, mumbling unintelligibly against the back of your head

He drifts back to sleep quickly enough, his grip on you starting to loosen, only for it to tighten again when he feels you try to wriggle out of his hold

The incoherent grumbles from his throat grow increasingly displeased the more you try to shift away from him, until finally he huffs a grumpy, “Quit it,” into your scalp, hooking his leg over yours

If you still don't listen, he'll have no choice but to take drastic measures to keep you still. Fed up with your squirming, he simply rolls on top of you, pinning you to the mattress below him

You can try beating on his back, telling him that you can't breathe, but he just shrugs and says, “Use my breath.”

Don't even bother trying to explain how oxygen doesn't work like that, because he doesn't care. “Tough,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck. “‘Cause I'm no' movin’.” And by extension, neither are you

Gaz

Kyle is also a stage 5 clinger, but he's less boa constrictor and more baby koala

So when your alarm goes off at 8am precisely, it's no surprise that the man behind you grumbles in protest

“It's Saturday,” he bemoans. “Why you getting up so bloody early?” When you tell him you like to keep your routine even on the weekends, he just groans and mutters, “Five more minutes.”

You can try to squirm and wrestle out of his hold, but he'll just tighten his arm around your midsection, keeping his front firmly glued to your back

But you need to get up! You have to pee for goodness’ sake!

“Use the empty bottle on your nightstand,” he mumbles into your hair, peeking an eye open as you crane to look back at him. The look you give him at such a horrid suggestion has him sighing. “Alright, fine,” he relents and releases you. “But be quick. Bed gets cold without you.”

Once you've answered the call of nature, don't be surprised to find Kyle waiting for you directly outside the bathroom. He's wrapped up in your comforter like an oversized burrito, only his face and feet visible as they peek out from under the plush cover

With a sleepy pout, he holds his hand out for you, tugging you back to bed with him. Oh, he’ll make sure you get those five more minutes alright. Even if he has to drag you kicking and screaming

Ghost

First of all, don't even kid yourself into thinking you'll stand a chance of waking up before him or sneaking out of bed without him knowing. This man is the epitome of a light sleeper, whenever he does sleep, that is

So when you do finally wake up, it comes as no surprise to see Simon already up too. But just because you're both awake now doesn't mean you have to immediately be productive; quite the opposite, in fact

With how busy and stressed he is all the time, Simon loves nothing more than to just lie in bed with you and do nothing for hours

If you try to get up, he's stopping you with a gentle hand on your wrist, his voice quiet but firm as he commands, “Stay.”

You'll lay back down for a bit to appease him, but it won't be long before you feel guilty since you have so many things you should be doing instead

But actually, no, you don't have anything to worry about. He's already taken care of everything before you woke up, he humbly informs you

The cat's been fed, the bin’s been taken out to the curb, he's even gotten your breakfast typed up on his phone – just give him the word and he'll place the order

So now when he opens his arms for you, having you bury your face in his chest, you've got nothing to worry about except savoring this moment with him

Price

John is also a very light sleeper, so it only takes .02 seconds of you trying to stand from the bed for his bear-like snores to cease and his eyes to flit wide open

He'll grab you by the shirt hem, mumbling, “Where’re y’ goin’?” But it doesn't really matter what your answer is because his response is always the same: “No y’r not.” And pulls you back down. “Y’r stayin’ right here.”

He'll lie on his stomach, face smushed in the pillow, a big, warm hand tucked under your shirt resting against your belly

With nothing better to do, you scroll through your phone, catching up on your socials, the news, etc., but it's not long before you hear him grumble, “Put that away, will ya? ‘S too early to be meltin’ your brain with that thing.”

Well, what does he expect you to do? Lie there and stare at the ceiling for an hour? “Expect you to be good,” he tells you. “Don't make me get the handcuffs out again.”

Now that you have to laugh at. If he thinks it's too early to be on your phone, it's definitely too early for that

He smirks, opening his eye just a sliver, and the hand on your stomach begins to rub soft circles. “Is that so?” he taunts, his touch sneakily edging downwards. And when he slips beneath the band of your shorts, well…

Let's just say you're not leaving that bed anytime soon

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karliiiis · 6 months

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ok but

being a part of the 141 (+konig) and having to dress up in disguise for a mission in some rich, fancy casino. the boys are waiting on you, talking amongst themselves.

you walk out wearing a slim black dress, low neckline exposing the top of your cleavage. the dress is fitted to your curves and loose at the bottom to hide the pistol strapped around your thigh. you’re looking down, smoothing out your dress, you don’t notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.

you don’t notice the way ghost straightens up from leaning on the table, arms still crossed and mask hiding the red creeping up to his cheeks. you don’t notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you don’t notice the way gaz bites his lip, almost hard enough to break through the soft flesh and draw blood. you hear soap let out an exaggerated breath, a quick “godda-“ before he’s cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.

you whip your head up at price’s chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. “does this look alright? you can’t see my gun, can you?” you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where it’s strapped tightly. you miss the way ghost bites his fist, eyes rolling to the back of his head as soap nudges his shoulder giggling like a school boy.

#call of duty #ghost cod #cod #simon ghost riley #konig #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #soapghost #soap cod #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick

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bagofshinyrocks · 6 months

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Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?”

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips.

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room.

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

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greatstormcat · 2 months

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Part 1 Part 2

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x chubby!f!reader

TW: MDNI 18+, darkfic, kidnap, imprisonment, non-con, poorly prepped anal, forced orgasm, oral m!receiving, double penetration, degradation, vomiting.

AN: dead dove read the tags, if you proceed below the cut you consent to reading what is there and will suffer in silence if you do.

You wake up sore and bruised the next morning, hoping that the nightmare you had wasn’t real, keeping your eyes closed trying to remember what the inside of your hotel room looks like so when you open them and see the bland but functional furnishings everything will be okay. You open them, and you fight the urge to scream. You’re in the basement still, lying in a musty bed with a single light bulb illuminating the windowless space, secured behind a metal mesh against the ceiling.

Kyle is nowhere to be seen in the dim light, but a warm space remains on the mattress beside you to indicate that he hasn’t long left the bed. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling above you, trying not to think about the creeping wetness oozing between your thighs, you give up and roll from the musty bed and stagger, naked, into the tiny bathroom. Your stomach curdles and churns, giving you only a few moments to get to the toilet before you throw up.

“Good morning to you too,” a cold voice cuts through your weak sobs once you finish emptying your stomach. Your skin crawls as you look over your shoulder and see the masked man, Ghost, leaning against the doorway nonchalantly, a mug in one hand as he watches you. He isn’t wearing the skull mask now, just a black balaclava with a skull pattern printed on it. His blue jeans cling to his thickly muscled thighs, and a black tshirt covers his broad chest and arms.

“Fuck you,” you mumble between retches, tears wetting your face as bile and acid sting your throat and nose before you slump back on the floor, the cold concrete almost soothing against your exposed skin after the heat of vomiting. “Just kill me already and get this over with.” All too late you realise your mistake, this might have been a somewhat safe approach with Kyle but with this huge man, defiance only makes his eyes burn more fiercely and an obvious tightening at the crotch of his jeans has you swallowing back a rush of panic.

“Are you so eager to get roughed up and fucked again you want to antagonise me the moment you wake up?” he asks in a tone as sharp and cold as steel. Instinctively you clench your thighs together and shake your head.

“No, no,” you babble, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean it…” His eyes rake over your naked, trembling form as you try your hardest to shrink back into the wall behind you.

“Get up, I brought you breakfast,” he snaps eventually, and turns away towards the main room of the basement again. You hear him walking up the wooden stairs to the ground floor of the house again, and the sound of the door being locked behind him. You take a moment to make sure you are alone before getting up and making your way out of the bathroom. There’s a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs on the bedside table, and the mug Ghost had been holding sat beside it.

Ignoring both you head to your case, the one they’d stolen from your hotel room and open it searching for anything you can use to help yourself escape. Your leg razor is missing from your wash bag, as is anything else that would have made a vaguely serviceable weapon, as well as your supply of pain meds for headaches and so on.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself as you suddenly realise the majority of your clothes are also missing from the case. They only thing you’ve been left with is your cotton pyjamas, some underwear and an over sized hoodie you keep for relaxing in.

With a sense of defeat you dress in the pyjamas to stave off the cold of the room, and lie on the bed to cry. You must have cried yourself to sleep because the next thing you are conscious of is a sudden, violent slap on your backside making you scream with fear. You bolt upright and find Kyle standing over you, his face twisted in annoyance.

“What’s wrong with the food, eh?” he demands, a note of disappointment in his voice as he sits on the bed making you roll towards him slightly. “We can’t have you refusing to eat and passing out on us.” He is dressed more casually now, dark jeans and a white crew neck shirt.

“It’s not going to stop us, if that’s what you think,” Ghost adds as he comes down the steps and looks at you on the bed beside Kyle, his arms folded over his chest.

“I don’t want anything from you,” you reply, trying to make your voice sound firmer than you’re feeling. “I don’t want to be here and I don’t want anything from either of you. Let me go!”

“If you won’t eat we’ll have to punish you, understand?” Kyle continues in a calm, infuriatingly mild tone, as though he is speaking to a close friend and not a captive. He completely ignores your protest, as though dealing with a petulant child.

“You’re not listening to me,” you persist. “Let me go, I won’t tell anyone about you. I promise,” you plead, trying to bargain your way out of the situation.

“Why would we do that? When you’re exactly what we’ve been looking for all this time?” Kyle smiles, draping his arm across your shoulders. You shudder and try to pull away but he tightens his hold, crushing you against him. “We want to keep you here with us, to keep us… company.” He continues, his eyes wandering down your body, lingering on where your nipples press against the thin cotton of your top with the chill.

“And if you’re staying with us you better behave or you’re going to regret it,” Ghost adds. He walks over to the small set of drawers and pulls one open. He retrieves a collar and lead from inside before closing in and moving over to sit in the armchair beside the bed. “You want to be a disobedient bitch then we can treat you like one.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” Kyle whispers into your ear, his hot breath sliding over your skin. “Over there infront of him, don’t make him wait.” The threat is obvious in his words and the way the masked man glares at you. Haltingly you get off the bed and onto the floor as told, crawling over towards Ghost and eying the collar and lead warily. It’s better than acknowledging the bulge in the front of his jeans as he manspreads in the chair.

It's a basic dog collar and lead, a small silvery tag hanging from the D ring on the front. You’d seen fancy, artisan leather collars online, things given as gifts to lovers to enjoy during kinky sex, but this is a rough black leather thing clearly picked up from the pet section of a supermarket. This was not a tantalising and titillating thing, it is a symbol of your imprisonment. Likewise, the lead he holds is a simple black length of webbing, cheap and basic but ideal for its job.

“Chin up,” Ghost grunts once you are kneeling in front of him, and you comply with his words despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. He puts the collar around your throat and tightens it to the point of almost restricting the blood flow to your brain, the rough fabric already irritating your skin, before clipping on the lead. There’s a satisfied noise rumbling in his chest as he sits back in the tattered armchair and looks down at you.

He sits with his thighs spread, the way he did the night before, his eyes dark and feral as he looks down at you kneeling on the floor. With a head spinning tug on the lead he jerks you closer, a pained yelp escaping you as he does so, and you take the hint to crawl into the space between them. It's hard not to lean against his thick thighs, the cold of the room making you keen to feel the warmth this bastard is offering you by being close to him like this.

He uses his empty hand to unfasten his jeans and free his half-hard cock, the piercings underneath shining in the low light. He stares at you while he runs his hand up and down the shaft several times, making it thicken and lengthen just a few inches from your face.

“Open you mouth,” he tells you, and you hesitate, earning a sharp tug on the lead that snaps you closer with a gasp. He takes the opportunity to force the thick tip between your lips and holds you there as you fight and splutter. “Open, I said,” he growls and you relent rather than end up with a broken neck as he pulls the lead again. You gag and choke as the thick length pushes further and further back down your throat, making it harder to breathe.

“You can do it,” Kyle chimes in from behind you, rather unhelpfully. “Just breathe through your nose and you’ll be fine. Try and open your throat, then it won’t hurt so much.” The tremor in his voice betrays how turned on he is, watching your predicament, and you try to relax your throat to stop the burning, bruising pain as Ghost fucks himself into your mouth.

You choke and cough, trying to gasp for air as he repeatedly fills your throat with his hard length, using the tension on the lead to keep you in place. After a few minutes his slows and stops, leaving you gasping and shaking against his thigh.

“I want to see some more of those tears while I fuck your mouth,” Ghost says quietly and then looks up at the other man. “Kyle, fuck her big, plump arse for me, that’ll get her going.”

“No!” you snap in panic, eyes wide, and the wet cock before your face twitches in response. He holds the lead tight in his fist as Kyle pulls your pyjama legs down and throws them in a crumpled ball onto the floor. Ghost quickly jams his dick back into your mouth to silence your protests, salty pre-cum leaking onto your tongue.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lube you up a bit,” you hear Kyle mutter, before he uses his broad hands to spread your cheeks and spits on your furled hole. You feel your face burn hot with humiliation, and tears well as a thick finger rubs over your hole slowly, before slowly pushing against the ring of muscle.

“Look at these pretty tears,” Ghost whispers, running the tip of one finger down your cheek to collect the tiny, glittering droplet. “C’mon, get your pretty dick in her,” he grumbles to Kyle

“Okay, there’s no rush,” Kyle coos as his finger slips in and out of your hole, the foreign sensation shockingly intense and invasive. You’d thought having his cock in your pussy was as intrusive as things could get, but this is so much worse. “The build up is just as fun, and I don’t want to break this one. I feel like she could be the one, y’know? The one we keep.” A second finger joins the first, pulling and stretching you open with sharp stings. Once he is satisfied he withdraws, and you hear him spit again, presumably into his hand to wet the head of his cock, before you feel the spongy head press against you.

Your arsehole burns at the invasion of Kyle’s cock, and his breathy moans over your shoulder do nothing to calm your panic, he’s enjoying the feeling too much to care about what’s happening to you now. His facade of sweet and caring comradery is completely abandoned as your arse squeezes and tightens around his cock and he fights not to spill himself into you immediately.

Every thrust Kyle makes forces you onto Ghost’s dick harder and harder, your gag reflex battling every single movement and you’re thankful you ignored the breakfast now. The gods only know what would happen if you vomited into the man’s lap, despite him not caring about the tortured sounds you are making. His hips buck, and you can feel the way his massive thigh muscles are beginning to twitch and shake.

“Make her come,” Ghost rasps through his mask. “Make her come so hard so she screams around my cock.”

“Copy,” Kyle cryptically answers. You’re aware of Kyle shifting slightly behind you, and then the buzz of your vibrator sings through the air on its highest setting. There’s nothing you can do to avoid it as Kyle, once again, presses it to your clit while Ghost grips tightly onto the dog lead holding your head in position. You’re trapped between the two of them as the bullet vibrator pummels your clit and fires up your entire nervous system.

“Mother fucker,” Ghost groans when you cry out, the vibration of your throat around his cock matching the feel of the buzzing on your highly sensitive bundle of nerves. A deep pulsing in your pussy matches the movements of the cock in your arse with the added stimulation, and you fight the feeling as hard as possible, clenching your muscles as though you can physically push the impending orgasm away as it coils and tightens in your belly.

It crashes over you, violent and unholy, making you scream around the dick in your throat and drools spills from your lips in a depraved display. Your mind reels from the force of the orgasm, your aching walls clenching around nothing leaving you with a horrible empty feeling missed with the despised waves of pleasure. You can feel how wet you are, some of the cum from the night before dribbling from you with your own juices.

“Shit, you’ve gotta feel this,” Kyle groans.

“Yeah, need to fuck her properly now,” Ghost agrees. He rearranges the three of you up on the bed, slipping his massive bulk between your legs and Kyle’s so he can notch his erection against your entrance, all while Kyle returns to being buried deep in your arse. Impaled on Kyle’s dick, you cannot shy away as Ghost grinds his hips upwards, forcing his pierced cock into your soaking wet, traitorous pussy.

The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt, the two cocks stretching your holes to the point you’re positive you are going to tear apart, but with an underlying high from your orgasm sparking your nerves. Not helped by the piercings underneath Ghost’s dick which press into the back of your cunt and rub against Kyle. The man in your arse isn’t unaffected by the additional pressure and lets out a shaking breath against your shoulder.

“Fucking hell, that’s… that’s tight,” Kyle groans.

“You’re tellin’ me,” Ghost replies, his voice tight, the pair of them ignoring you between them and simply using your body for their pleasure. Ghost shifts his hips, dragging his cock out of your pussy experimentally and throwing his head back at the resulting sensation. “Fuuucckkk…” he moans and begins to rock his hips. Behind you Kyle shudders again and then starts thrusting again, grinding his dick against the other man’s in the process. You’re caught between them, unable to move at all as they fill you to breaking point.

Fresh tears well up and stream down your cheeks, and gasping sobs rack your chest.

“Lookin’ so pretty like this, love,” Ghost sneers. “Bet you’ve never felt this full before, have you?”

You barely hear his words over the burning feeling, and he slaps you on the breast viciously.

“Answer me,” he snarls, fingers digging into the soft swells of your hips for a moment to pull you down onto his cock.

“No, never!” you whimper and shake your head roughly. You slump forward as their thrusts become rougher, having no choice but to rest your hands on Ghost’s chest which brings your breasts closer to his face. They swing with every jolt of your body, and his eyes lock onto them quickly. He lands open palmed slaps against them at random, slamming his hips upwards into you as he does. To add insult to it all, Kyle picks up the abandoned vibrator once more, reaching around and pressing it to your swollen clit.

“Don’t! Please, not again,” you beg. “Don’t make me come.”

“Shhh,” Kyle chuckles, pressing his lips to your shoulder as the vibrator hits your overstimulated clit. “Just take it, you’ve got no choice, remember?”

You cry out, writhing in an effort to dislodge the toy from your screaming nerves which only makes the two men moan. Your breasts swing closer to Ghost’s face. He rolls up the bottom of his balaclava to reveal scarred lips, before grasping at one of your breasts and craning his neck down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

Your pussy tightens around him at the harsh suction, and you feel his groan vibrate into the tissue in his mouth greedily. You try to pull away but Kyle leans onto you back, trapping you in place. His movements are becoming more frantic and his breathy moans are lewd and disgusting in your ear.

A sharp, tightening sensation warns you another organs is building as their cocks rub at your abused walls.

“Fuck, gonna come,” Kyle groans, lips and teeth grazing over your shoulder. “Gonna come in your ass, love. First man ever to do it too, lucky me.”

“Won’t be… the last…” Ghost grunts, lips curled in an evil smirk that makes you whimper.

Kyle’s teeth sink into your neck as he finds his release, filling your backside with thick ropes of his cum, and you cry out in pain. Its only moments before Ghost does the same, his upward thrusts becoming harder and uneven, and he kicks his head back with a final harsh grunt as he spills into you as well.

His final thrusts send you over the edge and you orgasm, wailing with the mixture of pain and pleasure. The room falls silent, the only sound that of ragged breathing from the three of you.

“You’d better eat the food we bring you going forward, yeah?” Kyle instructs you, kissing gently over the livid teeth marks on your shoulder.

All you can do is nod weakly.

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bruhhxiao · 17 days

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Do y’all know about that pregnancy prank where the ladies pretend to drink alcohol during pregnancy to see their partners reaction?

Well I imagine Reader filling a bottle with juice/water and pretend to drink it during the most delicate months (from 1 to 3 months) of pregnancy next to Simon making him drop whatever he was holding or doing to take away the bottle squeezing their jaw trying to make them spit it out.

“juice..” Reader says proudly leaning the bottle under his nose.

I imagine Ghost Simon Riley holding his chest laying against something almost about to faint. (Yeah I imagine the big boy shitting the shit out of himself for his partner bullshit)

“ohh once this baby is out…” He says looking at them so pissed as they stand there in front of him with a dorky smile.

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criminalamnesia · 4 months

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the 141 x reader fic that you did was so yummy!!! pls make them suffer the wrath of reader and make 141 realise how much they need them when they leave,

your work is so amazing btw and your way with words is simply ✨chef’s kiss✨ (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

thank you!! here’s part 3 :)

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

angry didn’t even begin to describe how you felt as you slammed the door to price’s office behind you.

you were tense, muscles taut and poised to fight. your fists clenched at your sides, blunt nails digging into your palms hard enough to hurt. your jaw was clenched, teeth grinding together as you resisted the urge to march back in there and unleash your fury.

no. not like this. not when you weren’t a hundred percent. not when they would still look at you like you were a wounded doe, stumbling around on broken legs.

in the back of your mind, you can hear that psychologist saying ‘this anger will eat you alive if you let it. you need to let it out somehow.’

you inhaled, unclenched your fists, and made up your mind. you pulled the iv from your arm, wincing at the pinch of the needle.

you left the iv pole standing there as you made your way to the gym.

the gym was empty when you arrived, which made sense for this time of day. many would be occupied by drills or in the mess hall. others would be sleeping off long nights. you had the place to yourself, and you were grateful for the absence of watchful eyes and sweetened tongues.

you were tired of those who knew nothing acting like they knew something. of those who apologized or asked if you were okay. word spread like wildfire around base, and the subject of your ‘betrayal’ had been front-page news since the start of the witch hunt.

the gym door clicked shut behind you, and you surveyed the room. you knew your doctor would have a fit once you returned to the infirmary, and that she probably wouldn’t let you out alone again, but you didn’t really care.

you needed to let off some steam, and the best way you knew how was with your fists. either you start swinging at a bag or at a certain someone’s face. the bag won’t be condescending, and that makes your choice easy.

you approach one of the bright red punching bags in the corner. it’s scratched and taped from where someone had busted it open. scars that didn’t go away, that wouldn’t— just like yours.

you huffed. it didn’t do any good to start feeling sorry for yourself. you hadn’t done anything wrong. your team had.

you stretch your arms out in front of you, fingers interlocking to pop your knuckles. you catch sight of your severed finger, still healing. they’d recovered what had been chopped off, but hadn’t been able to save it.

just another permanent reminder, something to make sure you didn’t dare forget. you didn’t think you ever would regardless.

you shook out your hands and rolled your shoulders back. fists raised, you angled yourself towards the bag. feet spread, shoulders squared, thumb tucked under your fingers instead of inside. a stance that was second nature after years of sparring and hand-to-hand drills.

the bag was firm when your fist connected with it. you would have been lying if you said it didn’t hurt. you punched with the other hand— same results. the time you’d spent confined to an infirmary bed had done a number on you. muscles had atrophied, bones had weakened. the leg you’d suffered a bone-deep cut to shook under your weight.

you didn’t care. you kept punching, your breathing picking up as your emotions guided you. sweat dripped into your eyes and rolled down your back. you felt weak, physically and mentally. you hated feeling this way, and so you punched harder.

“slow down,” a voice grumbled from behind you.

you ignored him, continuing to punch the bag. you hadn’t heard the door open, nor heard the sound of him approaching, but you would have been surprised if you did.

simon always had a penchant for sneaking up on people, intentionally or not.

“gonna pass out if y’don’t stop,” he said after a minute. you could feel his eyes on you. you ignored him again.

you didn’t need to turn around to know he was standing there with his arms crossed, eyes full of something unreadable.

“stop,” he says firmly, and you sense his movement as he surges forward. his hand lands heavily on your shoulder, pulling you back from the punching bag. you heave in a breath before spinning around and punching him in the nose.

simon stumbles back a step, eyes widened slightly. for someone who prided himself on being so observant, he clearly didn’t see that coming. it made you feel the tiniest bit smug that you’d caught him off guard for once.

you dropped your hands to your knees then, squeezing your eyes shut as a wave of nausea washed over you. damn the bastard, he had been right. you shouldn’t have even been in here in the first place, let alone exerted yourself as much as you had.

your hands were shaking as you tried to pull yourself together. you opened your eyes to see drops of blood on the gym floor, by your feet. you had split your knuckles open.

there were also drops of blood at simon’s feet. you looked up then, slowly straightening your posture. he’d removed his mask, his face bare as he stared at you. blood dripped from his nose.

“gonna have to hit harder than that if y’want to break it,” he says, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“did you follow me in here?”

“no.” he says, and you’re giving a mirthless laugh.

“oh, please. im sure price sent you, yeah? you’ve always been his little lap dog. he says ‘jump’ and you say ‘how high,’ isn’t that right, lieutenant?”

your tone is tense, angry. you throw his title in his face, seeing as he’d been so quick to remind you of yours back in price’s office.

simon watches you, and you want to tackle him. he had always been quiet, always stoic. you’d been with him for years, but you still didn’t think you’d broken down all of his walls.

he was so good at masking his thoughts, his feelings. you weren’t. soap had always called you an open book. whenever you were mad or upset, everyone knew it.

no one knew anything about simon unless he wanted them to. it drove you mad then, and it was sure as hell driving you mad now.

“you need to get back to the infirmary,” he tells you. he wipes the back of his hand under his nose, smearing red across his skin. for a moment, you want to chastise him, reach up and wipe the remnants from his face.

you quickly shake that thought from your head. what is it they say— old habits die hard?

these habits would die if you had to strangle each one with your bare hands. anything you harbored for the four men on your team, for the one you’d called yours, was dead and gone.

“fuck off,” you tell him.

“why are you so damn stubborn?” he says then, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him start to crack since everything had happened. emotions are beginning to leak through his stony exterior, whether he means them to or not.

“you don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. none of you do,” you say, and you take a step forward then, eyes blazing as you stare up at him. “not after what you did.”

he doesn’t speak for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. his eyes never leave yours.

“it shouldn’t have happened like that.” he tells you. you scoff.

“like that? you mean the four of you torturing me? tying me up and mutilating me like I was just another fucking target?” your voice was rising as you took another step forward, shoving a finger into his chest.

“if I’d treated you like another target,” he said, tone even. “you would’ve been dead.”

“so you showed me mercy, is that it?” you bared your teeth, a hollow laugh escaping your throat. “oh, thank you simon. I really felt that fucking mercy when you cut off my finger, and when you cut through layers of skin to get to bone.”

you inhaled before continuing. “I should be grateful then, right? is that what you want from me? for me to recognize your fucking ‘mercy’ and take you back? take you all back?”

he just stands there. you can see his jaw clench, but he makes no move to speak. you find it funny that he hasn’t even tried to apologize. john, your ever prideful captain, had swallowed his failure and pleaded for your forgiveness.

johnny and kyle would surely have done the same if they’d had the chance to speak to you, even if they only had a minute.

but simon? simon doesn’t. he doesn’t outwardly admit his wrongs. he doesn’t apologize. doesn’t seem sorry, even. you don’t know what’s going on inside his head, but you find yourself not really caring to know.

the fact that he can’t bring himself to admit, in blunt words, that he had astronomically fucked up and that he felt even the slightest bit of remorse, told you everything you needed to know.

cold, stoic ghost. you hadn’t been afraid of him when you’d first joined the squad, and you weren’t afraid of him now.

but back then, you’d wanted to break down those stone walls of his. you’d wanted to be someone he felt safe around, someone who knew him inside and out.

now, you’re packing your time with him into a box in your mind and dumping it into the trash. simon riley means nothing to you now.

“take your mercy and shove it up your ass,” you tell him. you step back and drop your hand, your eyes still locked on his.

“and by the way,” you say as you start towards the door. he doesn’t turn around, doesn’t move an inch. it’s as if he’s rooted to the spot.

“you should’ve just killed me.”

author’s note:

not really sure how I feel about this one tbh. I have plans for a part four, but I’m not quite sure how long I’ll be making this series.

and as for simon— I want to write an extra part about his thoughts/feelings about everything. let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in!

anyways, let me know your thoughts please :) (I honestly may end up deleting this and rewriting it when I’m not tired lol)

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 1 month

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[TF141 with A Reader That Can Fall Asleep Anywhere and Anytime]

Price’s heart skips a beat when he steps into the bedroom and sees your legs on the bed while the rest of your body just dangles from the edge of the bed.

He manhandles you back onto the bed and kisses you goodnight, but his poor heart gets surprised again when he goes to the bathroom in the morning and is welcomed by the sight of you dangling your legs on the edge of the empty bathtub this time and body lies in the tub.

He picks you up and you stir, murmuring that you were brushing your teeth when he asks you why you’re sleeping in the tub, and then drift back to dream in his arms with the toothbrush in your hand.

Soap is too used to your weird sleeping habit, so when he comes home and sees you lying with your head on the couch but hanging your legs over the back of the couch, he just scoffs a laugh and carries you to bed.

“Hey Johnny” you mumble when you feel him put you on the bed.

“go back to sleep” He kisses you and goes to shower, and when he finishes and goes back to your side, he shakes his head in disbelief when he finds you lying horizontally even though he just adjusted your position into a normal human one 5 minutes ago.

Gaz wakes up in the morning and walks to the living room just to witness you standing but bend over the kitchen counter, he almost thinks you’re dead and the haziness in his mind just vanishes in a second.

“babe wake up!” he knows you’re alive but still checks if you are breathing as he wakes you up.

“goo morni kyl I -&&:@/“ and he only watches you straight up for a greeting and then slump onto the counter to sleep again, while the tea you make is beside you.

Ghost

“What do you want for dinner?” He asks when you two sit together in front of the desk, he's using his laptop while you’re reading.

“What you want for dinner love?” He says again when he doesn’ t get a response from you.

“Love?”

He turns to face you after another silence, and finally, he discovers why you're so quiet, because you fall asleep while resting your head on your hand.

He grins while taking out his phone and records you, and (luckily) he captures your head slips out of your palm and slams your face on your book as you are totally unfazed and keep snoring.

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alwaysshallow · 7 months

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boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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