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boy-of-death · 18 hours

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I just discovered the call of duty fandom and let me tell you I never read so much fanfic and hc in a week!!!

I will probably never play the game but I will still love those characters till my last breath. I am living for the cod cosplay community on TikTok and yes I was dragged there by the sheer power of our leader,✨💕Brittany Broski 💕✨

So here some fic/hc ideas I would love to read about but didn’t find🥲

• cod men going to the ren faire with reader who’s super excited and make the men dress up too (Simon dressed in a armor 🫠) ( the 141 that decided to go as a team with reader and they all play along and coordinate their outfits)

• gamer cod men that teach reader how to play and are super kind about it (bonus if in exchange reader tech them how to play cozy games like “animal crossing” or “a little to the left”

• cod men doing a date at the museum and reader is just a history nerd and basically do a guided tour and the men are just listening and be like: yup I am in love!

• cod men and reader drinking tea on the outside tables of a cafe and just gossiping about life and people that walked by (soap and reader with sunglasses just judging everyone like nobody could hear them and randomly dropping a “smash” every time someone hot pass them)

• (this one is especially for soap and it’s based on this TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe9Taj72/ )

Just soap putting a kilt on at every single opportunity he gets because he loves it so much and reader had once said that they like it on him . So that’s how you get soap just rocking the kilt at almost every events they go together and of course, more than one time, there was a LOT of wind (Scotland is windy as fuck) and him being the idiot that he is and never learning from his mistakes, ended up butt naked in front of the whole wedding/party/baptism/family dinner/formal evening with the 141 … (he is a total idiot but I love him)

• cod men when reader put on the broski report every time they take the car and it’s just the both of them being super invested in what Brittany is saying. Bonus if it’s the first time reader put it on and of course it’s one of those episodes where she’s saying the most random shit and the proceeds to talk about religion and philosophy and they’re just there driving being like: “ I don’t know what this woman is saying but she did make some very good points” just becoming massives fan and buying matching sweatshirts with the broski report logo on it for them and reader. And yes, they start quoting her every day and it confuses everybody else!

Well, this was longer than I was expecting (that’s what she said) but for a first real post I’m pretty happy about it! Hope you enjoyed it and If by miracle someone found this post and want to use one of the prompts/hc feel free to use it! (Just tag me so I can see the results !)

✨💕have a nice day everybody!!!💕✨

(Sorry English is not my first language 😅)

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suguann · 2 months

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✎. simon will do this, if it makes johnny feel better.

tags. fem!reader, established relationship (simon/reader), threesome, double penetration in one hole, slight size kink, dirty talk [18+ only]

featuring. simon, soap

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Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. Anybody will tell you: he can be a real nice guy when he wants to be.

And you don’t mind the extra company or another mouth to feed, that the flowers in the vase you put on the counter were meant for someone else, how Johnny gets flirty after his fourth beer, or—

“Fuck, love,” Simon grunts into your shoulder when he finally eases his cock into you beside Johnny’s. “I guess you can take it like a champ, after all.”

But you hardly hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and the creaky mattress below your knees.

Johnny thumbs away your tears while you tremble above him, cupping your face to pull you into a kiss so you have something to focus on other than the feeling of being split down the middle—it takes an extra amount of effort not to clench down when you already feel like you’re about to break in two.

“Look at you,” Johnny mumbles against your lips. “Never thought you’d really let me do this.”

Then he pulls out, slick heat gripping him the whole way, and pushes deeper inside, punching a shaky breath out of you.

He and Simon are in perfect sync, keeping you full while the other drags his cock out, only to fill you up again. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are—at how much you like it—a hazy cloud settling over you as they use you for their pleasure.

Because Johnny’s sad, and you have a thing for making people happy.

Simon sucks little possessive marks into your shoulder and across your spine, murmuring filthy praise against your skin that consists of “sweetest and tightest pussy, my perfect little fucktoy” and “so fucking pretty.”

“That’s it.” Johnny’s voice is low and strained, barely heard above the loud squelching between your legs, but he sighs it into your mouth as he slowly comes apart. “Fuck—ah—you feel so good.”

A hand dips between you to press against your belly, where you can feel them, hot and heavy against your walls, making you squeal as a little ball of warmth travels down to your toes and all the way to the tips of your fingers. Simon fists your hair, tugging you away from Johnny so you’re looking up at him upside down.

“So greedy that you needed two cocks to fill this soft little cunt, huh?”

You whine, unable to form an actual response outside of a few jumbled syllables, but a slap against your ass makes you whisper a shuddered yes.

He tells you to open your mouth before he spits onto your awaiting tongue, some of it hitting your cheek. When you swallow obediently, he smears what doesn’t make it across your lips with the thick pad of his thumb.

“Don’t forget who you belong to,” he sneers, at odds with the soft way he kisses your cheek and reverently chokes on your name. Neither of you hear Johnny groaning under you as you clench down hard at the possessiveness in his voice—because at the feel of his wedding band pressing against your throat like a brand, how can you forget?

Simon doesn’t share, but this, he’ll do. Just this once because you’re already his, and he wants Johnny to know what it’s like to have a woman like you.

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midnightcrw · 6 months

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Fight

Pairing: Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader, Soap x Reader, Gaz x Reader

Summary: Your child gets in trouble

a/n: This one is a little different from my usual ones, but I just felt like writing for all four of them. I'm not sure how accurate you'll all find them as I've deliberately exaggerated them, but I do believe that Gaz is a sassy man after seeing how he didn't want to shake Graves' hand. I've also named the children of the TF141, I hope that's okay with you all.

Scenario:

The moment you both heard that your child got in trouble, the first thing you two did was rush into the principal's office in fear that something happened.

And now you were both sitting in the principal's office with your child, while another child was there with his parents.

Ghost:

Your eyes widened as you heard the principal say that Daisy and another girl in her class had gotten into a physical fight.

"There was also something your daughter said that is completely unacceptable," Mr. Smith said, looking disappointed at Daisy, even though the girl apparently started the fight and your daughter was just defending herself.

"It wasn't even that bad..." Daisy muttered underneath her breath as she crossed her arms.

Simon was very quiet, but his stoic expression spoke for itself.

"Daisy, I want you to quote what you said," Mr. Smith continued, not wanting to hear another word from her unless she quoted exactly what she said to the girl.

Your daughter looked at you, a pleading look on her face but you just shook your head at her in disappointment, wanting to hear what she said.

She sighed and quoted what she had said before, "You have a face that only a mother could love."

Without missing a single beat, Simon started wheezing in his seat the moment he heard his daughter's insult to the girl.

You glared at him, "Simon!"

Trying to calm down, he put his palm on his mouth as he continued, completely ignoring the angry looks of the principal and the other family.

"Mr. Riley, I want you to calm down. This is highly inappropriate," Mr. Smith said as Simon calmed down.

A few seconds of silence passed between you all before your beloved husband opened his mouth.

"Did you win?"

"Simon!?"

Price:

It felt like hours as the girl's parents and the girl herself ranted and raved about the fact that your daughter Sophie punched her.

At first you had both been shocked, completely angry at your daughter until the parents opened their mouths to speak.

You almost fell asleep listening to the mother go on and on about how her daughter's nose was bleeding because of Sophie.

Price, on the other hand, sat still in his seat, listening to the whole thing, not having said a word since he walked into the principal's office.

"Your daughter should be suspended!" The father said, glaring at Sophie.

Mr. Smith didn't even get a single chance to say anything, as they continued.

Slowly, Price seemed to lose his patience and turned his head towards you and your daughter.

He whispered, "Punch her harder next time."

"What?" The principal asks.

"Nothing."

Price says as Sophie giggles at her dad.

You tried to stifle your grin by putting a hand over your mouth, just hoping that the parents would shut up soon.

Soap:

Your son sat between the two of you, his nose bleeding and his face bruised as he frowned at the boy and his parents.

You were extremely worried as you put a hand on your son, Callum's arm, and quietly asked him if he was hurt anywhere else.

Callum just shook his head, not wanting to speak while Soap was already getting bored listening to all of the talking the principal was doing.

"It doesn't matter if he started insulting him because Callum was the one who got violent," Mr. Smith said as you tried to defend your son.

The boy obviously looked much worse than Callum. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised. His nose was also bleeding, as was his lower lip.

It looked like your son had done some damage.

"What exactly did he do?" Soap asked, wanting to know exactly how Callum had hit the boy.

As Mr. Smith explained what your son had done, Soap's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, you used the punch I taught you," Soap said, extremely pleased that Callum had listened and actually used the things he had taught him.

Callum grinned at his dad's antics as you put your face in your hands, sighing and muttering "Why did I marry this idiot..."

Gaz:

You were shocked to hear what your son, Ethan, had done to the boy.

Mr. Smith was obviously upset and angry that Ethan had acted so childishly, and immediately got into a physical fight the moment the boy wouldn't stop insulting him.

You felt the headache already pounding in your head as you rubbed your temple, completely out of it.

Ethan didn't really say anything, he just listened to everything that was said.

The boy's parents glared at the three of you, never once looking away.

The boy that insulted your son, looked angry, obviously still being pissed at the fact that Ethan punched him, even though he himself started with the insults.

Gaz was not even shocked, sitting there with his hand holding up his head up as he looked extremely uninterested in the principal's endless speech.

Rolling his eyes, Gaz moved closer to you and Ethan as he whispered.

"Did you break any of his bones?"

"No."

"Good, because I'm not paying anything in this economy."

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feyre-darling92 · 1 year

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Task Force 141+ Alejandro Headcanons

They find you sleeping on the couch

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

He comes home late from work, exhausted after a particularly long day, longing for your touch, to hear your voice.

However he receives no response after calling your name a couple of times

He is frightened that something happened, the only thought crossing his mind being that something bad has happened. With a gun in his hands he slowly moves to the living room only to find you snoring on the couch.

Breathing out in relief, he puts the gun away, softly muttering “You’re going to be the death of me love”

Placing a kiss on your cheek and adjusting the blanket that had fallen on the ground, he takes his time to admire you.

“You know it’s not very polite to stare” you mumble with a sleepy voice without opening your eyes.

He smiles to himself and takes your hand, “How can I not stare when you’re right in front of me?”

Seeing you blushing always amuses him

“Missed you” “Missed you too”

Despite your protests he picks you up, bridal style, and moves you to bed.

“Simon, you’re in bed with your work clothes” you say as you turn on your side getting comfortable.

“Shut up and sleep, love”

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish

Just like Simon he worries a little when you don’t answer to him calling your name

He finds you sleeping with the television open, watching the tv show you watched together.

Turning it off, he kisses you and you wake up.

“You’re home” you yawn, kissing him again

“You were watching the tv show without me” he pretends to be angry and even thought you deny it he doesn’t believe you

One kiss on the cheek and he forgets it

However, he lies on top of you, trapping you between him and the cushions as a punishment

“Johnny get up” you playfully push him away, yet the big man he is he doesn’t move an inch “No” he responses burying his nose at the crook of your neck

Your protests stop here and you wrap your hands around him

Needless to say, you both sleep that night at the couch

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

“Darling, I’m home” he excitingly rushes to the living room of your shared apartment only to find you asleep and half off the couch

He tries to laugh quietly, unsuccessfully

With gentle moves he lifts you and brings you to your bed

You however wake up while in his arms

“You’re late” you kiss his cheek, “Is this my shirt?” “Maybe”

You slide under the covers and wait for him, but after a few moments of not feeling him by your side you open your eyes

He is actually watching you, so much in love with you that he can’t help himself admiring you

You put him out of his thoughts by throwing a pillow at him

“So, you have chosen death” he chuckles and jumps to the bed, tickling you

No matter how much you protest he continues and only when you’re out of breath he stops

“I love you” “I love you too” you hug him through the covers

John Price

It is past midnight when he returns from the base, the paperwork keeping him away from you

All of his exhaustion immediately leaves when he finds you asleep on the couch, reports still in your hands

He can’t help the smile appearing on his lips

He moves to take the paper from your hands, or at least tries to because you wake up

“Hello, handsome” you say with a sleepy voice

“Hello, my darling”

He sits next to you, gently stroking your hair, “How was your day?” you continue trying to convince him that you’re not sleepy anymore

“Good. Now it’s better. Should we go to bed?” “No, I’m awake”

You’re not in fact fully awake

“Sure thing” he picks you up like a baby and you wrap your hands around his neck

However you refuse to let him go, “Love, will you let me go?” he chuckles

“No” your grip around him tightens

“Alright” He lets himself sink on the bed with you, shoes and gear still on, “Should we at least get under the covers?” he asks after a few minutes only to hear you snoring.

The next morning you wake up under the covers with John asleep next to you

Alejandro Vargas

“Cariño, I’m home” he enters the house only to be met with silence

The first thing he notices is a plate of warm food on the table, waiting for him

He can’t help but melt at the gesture

His eyes immediately find your sleeping form

He tries to approach you quietly but the wooden floor creaks underneath his boots, waking you up

You wake up from the sound, lifting your head to see who’s there

When you realize it’s Alejandro your eyes soften and you run to him

Wrapping his arms around you he hugs you tightly, “I missed you” “I missed you too”

He takes a moment to observe you, loose ponytail and sleepy eyes only make him to adore you more

“Should we go to bed?” he asks but you say no, “You should eat first”

He tries to convince you that he’s fine but you finally win and you both sit at the table talking about your day

Once his is done you both go to bed and lie down together in each others’ arms

It’s a peaceful evening

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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the boys reaction to the reader sending them lewd photos (with consent!)

Oof fuck yeah 😎

tw: slight NSFW/suggestive themes

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Oh sweetheart, you fucked up (in the best way obviously)

He got the text that said “for your eyes only ;)” with an image following after the text, he knew better than to open it around others so he waited. Even when he was alone waited.

And then when he finally decided to open it, hands shaking just a little bit, he was in awe

You were sat in front of a mirror, legs spread and on your knees, back curved to get that flattering angle he loved so much, wearing nothing but his balaclava, your hair poking out from under the edges, doe eyes feigning innocence, your free hand disappearing between your legs

He calls you immediately, white knuckling his phone while he’s adjusting his jeans, suddenly tight, uncomfortable, and far too warm

“You have any idea what you’ve done?”

“No clue what you’re talking about, could use a hint though.” He heard the shit eating grin over the receiver and could practically see you biting your lower lip, eye lashes fluttering in feigned ignorance

“Better find you on your knees when I get home.”

“Or what?” He heard the breathlessness in your voice, knew how much you loved it when he gave you orders. Still he had to at least hand it to you for trying to keep up the coquettish act,

“Careful, pet, choices have consequences.”

(On GOD that line makes me WEAK)

After that interaction, he went silent until you woke up to a text a few days later that reads ‘Home in 5’ the text was sent five minutes ago and you heard the lock clicking at the front door

Consequences, love

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

The least restraint out of all of them tbh

He gets your text and sees that there’s an attachment and he calmly dismissed himself from the group, they’re at a pub, celebrating a job well done and you decided to hang back and let John have his night with his mates team

As soon as he’s alone and he opens the picture, his hand is running over his face and his baby blues are like saucers

You’re on your back, legs closed and turned to the side to show off the curve of your hips that drives him feral, you’re wearing nothing but his dog tags, with one of them between your plush lips and the other resting at the center of your chest

“Sorry, lads, gotta run.” He’s back at the table, grabbing his coat and his keys

“Already? We just got here.” Gaz shouted after him as he practically sprinted out of the building

“Shame. Be seein’ ya!”

He’s well over the speed limit and fighting his keys to get them in the lock, in a matter of seconds he’s got you in his arms, kissing the breath out of you

By the end of the night, and well into the morning, there won’t be a single inch of you that hasn’t been lavished

John Price:

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Da-

John is a patient man, he can bide his time well, knowing what it does to you

So when he sees the text and the attachment that followed, it wasn’t any different. He could wait. He knew what it was. He’s a patient man. So, just like Ghost, he waited. Except even when he was alone he didn’t open it. He’d text you as if he never saw the message and it had you wondering if it had any effect on him at all.

Sweetheart, of course it did. He could feel his phone burning a hole through his pocket despite being cool to the touch. But he wanted to wait until he knew for sure he was going home and when.

He was on the way home when he finally decided to open the picture and thank god he waited

You were sat in his favorite chair, legs crossed over the armrest, back arched over the other, wearing nothing but his hat, with one of his cigars lit between your fingers, you had captioned it with ‘what can I say? I miss my man’

If he’d seen the picture when you’d sent it, he wouldn’t be thinking straight for the rest of his time over seas. No thoughts. Head empty. Just bending you over one of the armrests and biting down on your shoulder as you’re crying out his name.

And that’s exactly what he did when he saw you.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

Oh honey, even though your text said ‘your eyes only’ he shrugged and figured no one was around to see so he opened it and his face went hot so fast, he barely had a chance to take a good look before he locked the phone and put it in his pocket.

He backed out of his chair rather clumsily and practically tripped over his feet trying to get to the bathroom

The lock had barely clicked when he dug his phone out of his pocket to get a better look and my god you looked delectable

You were wearing his cap and his jacket, which you left open, with nothing else. You were sitting on the bed in front of the mirror, legs spread, biting your lip, tweaking your nipple with you free hand

‘Wish my man would serve me instead instead.’

He didn’t even bother going back to meet up with everyone else, he just went straight home, he scooped you up in his arms, kissing you for all you’re worth, before placing you on the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees.

And serve you he did.

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buckysmith · 1 year

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They find you sleeping

Includes: Ghost, Soap, Alejandro and Graves

Warning: none (let me know if i missed a warning)

Fluff

Ghost:

- He would come home pretty late and because he can’t just call you to let you know he’s coming home, most of the time he would just appear out of nothing

- cough he’s a ghost cough

- You would lay on the couch, next to you the tv remote while the tv is still on

- He would take a picture of you all rolled up in a cozy blanket

- first of all he would turn the the TV off

- after that he would go to the kitchen, closing the door to avoid that you wake up while he makes tea for both of you

- he exactly knows which tea you love so he would make it for you and himself simply an earl grey

- with both teas he would go back to you, placing both mug on the coffee table

- then he would kneel besides you, gently stroking your cheek before placing a kiss on your forehead

- the moment you open your eyes this man falls all over again for you

- the way you look at him even though your half asleep is everything for him

- he can see your love for him

- The moment you’re able to understand that your man is back home and is right in front of you instead of being it just a dream of him you “jump” into his arms

- He gently sits you on his lap while placing his hands on your hips

- you’re the one claiming his lips as yours, kissing him like it would be the last time

- While you both kiss he warps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

- the moment you both have to pull away to be able to breath he puts his hands gently on your flushed cheeks

- you’re eyes are red now cause of tears of joy

- if he’s already home and he finds you asleep he does those things too

- preparing a nice tea for both of you, sometimes with appetizers or a sandwich is a must

Alejandro:

-most of the time he comes home around 1 am so sometimes he finds you already asleep

- most of the time he finds you at the dinner table or on the couch

- he knows you wait for him

- while it fills his heart with joy that you wait for him on the other hand he feels guilty that you fall asleep in such uncomfortable places because of him.

- if you happen to be a deep sleeper he just picks you up (no matter the size, this man is strong strong) and brings you into your shared bedroom, gently placing you on your side of the mattress

- but if not he kneels besides or in front of you

- if you’re on the couch he gently strokes over your cheeks while he mumbles sweet nothing to you

- he praises you, kissing your forehead, cheek, lips until you wake up

- the moment you open your eyes a smilie appears on your lips

- you mumble his nickname, still half asleep

- and he whispers your nickname back

- after that he just takes you with him into your shared bedroom not wanting to wake you up

- but sometimes you visit him on his base, sometimes he’s there sometimes he’s not and if he’s not you wait for him

- but then it happens from time to time that you just falls asleep in his office

- so to come back to the base, walking into his office and seeing you sleep on his chair, couch or simply the floor means so much for him

- no matter how hard his day was, to see you so peaceful eases his feelings

- he would take some pics of you, maybe even show rodolfo how cute you look while you’re asleep

- this man is a sucker for you

Soap:

- he would come home pretty late, but the light would be still on and he would thought you’re still awake

- He would call out to you as he slipped off his shoes but wouldn't get an answer, which would worry him a bit

- He would look for you and would finally find you laying on the couch, sleeping peacefully

- He would smile at you and would take a picture

- after that he would grab a cozy blanket, carefully lies himself beside you and covers you both up

- He’s a oven so especially if it’s winter you would snuggle up to him, mumbling in your sleep how much you miss ihm and that you wished he would be here now

- that would made him juggle a bit, not because you misses him so dearly, no, because you look so innocent and cute while doing it

- he would whisper in your ear that he’s there, that he is already next to you

- your sleep head would only mumble that it can’t be and that he’s a dream

- He wouldn’t response to it, knowing you’re to tired to notice he’s real

- you both would sleep the whole night on the couch, only for him to get kicked from the couch because you thought he would be some kind of creep that broke into your house only to notice it’s your husband when it’s already too late

- after that you would be very sorry and embarrassed

- a lot of cuddles after that are a must

Grave:

- This man is a workaholic so most of the time he comes home and you’re already asleep

- But he knows that no matter the time he has a nice meal that waits for him

- He loves to watch you sleep

- no not like a creep but it eases his mind, to see you so peaceful so innocently is for what he fights for

- He would just sit next to you, smiling or maybe softly stroking your cheek

- He doesn’t want to disturb your peaceful slumber so he would only pull you closer to his chest, watching you till he falls asleep too

- he’s and early bird too so he’s already awake while your still sleeping

- for him it’s a win situation cause he can watch you till he has to go to work again or to leave you for a month or more

- in his chest plate there’s a picture of you sleeping in his arms, he always looks at it when he’s not home especially if he can’t sleep

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queenhunter102 · 2 months

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NSFW

I mean it! this is not meant to be consumed/ read or seen by minors, this is WHOLE SMUT WITH LITTLE IF ANY PLOT, so please If you're a minor, stay away, Contents: Back shots, Sex!, masturbation, edging (Male), blue balls (Six months worth) and orgasms (Of the male kind, ya' welcome Ghost)

Simon was on the verge of Cumming he had been for an hour now, but the way you bounced back, your ass meeting his thighs, had his cock twitching and his eyes rolling, he gripped your hips driving you harder onto his cock, as he moaned, begged really, to feel you cum for the 6th time tonight, he had not touched you nor heard your voice in six months, SIX MONTHS, it was rough the first few days but he still had your smell that stuck to his clothes. While he fucked his fist, he still had the memory of the way you felt, the way you sounded while he pounded into you, but then came week three and he would get hard, but the glorious ending that eye-rolling, back arching, head tilting, toe-curling, moan so loud that you alert everyone what you are doing never came, he tried really he did, every night he would wrap his hand around his cock and move. But nothing, his cock would get harder and harder, it twitching in his hand, his balls drawing close as he felt himself hurtle close to the edge, and nothing, he groaned in frustration, as he felt himself slowly sink from that edge, he would bang his head off the wall, as he tugged harder, he would be so rough and mean to his poor weeping cock that it would begin to hurt. this continued for six. Whole. Months. Back and forth reaching the edge that never came, he would get so frustrated, that his poor teammates, his brothers in arms would get the brunt of it, his angry lashings, his aggressive off time, the snapping, the violent takedowns, this man can not function in a world where he is so close to the edge and unable to finish. Price would get so many complaints about that on the day they were travelling back, Price would bring it up to Simon, but Simon would shrug him off, growling and grunting at him, Price raised his hands and walked away, but when they landed and Simon saw you there your arms wide and that sweet smile he missed, his cock would grow hard in an instant making him go light headed, forcing him to grab onto Johnny. He was quick to let go of Johnny, leaving the confused man behind as he embraced you, picking you up and forcing your legs around his waist, allowing him a chance to grind his cock into you, his eyes rolling back, as he bite his lip almost drawing blood, to stop himself from moaning. And now here he was, blowing your back out, his hands pinning you down in downward doggy, as he felt it, that high, the edge hurtling towards him, he moaned loud enough for your upstairs neighbours to bang on your ceiling telling him to shut up, be he couldn’t his body had locked in this position as his hips stayed pressed against your ass, he began micro thrusts, as he slowly felt like he could move again, but each thrust had him shaking and moaning, his cock so very overstimulated from the months of not Cumming.

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keeganbrainmush · 1 year

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141 + los vaqueros with m!reader who has a snatched waist😭

141 + Vaqueros with a s/o with a ' snatched ' waist. ; Male reader

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪I know I said I'm on hiatus but please listen 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪Headcanons ; nsfw mentions 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪I made these short I'm sorry

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Cpt. John Price

When you revealed your waist, (whether it was when you were changing after working out or just taking your shirt off) he was shocked.

Don't get him wrong, he has a nice waist too. But yours was a sight for sore eyes.

If you were more muscular or thin guy and your toned abdomen would highlight your waist he'd tease you about it.

" What you got that for? "

He loves it overall

Especially when he can use it as a handle to fuck into you harder

Simon " Ghost " Riley

Simon is also the owner of a slutty man waist.

Jokes about how you guys are so meant for eachother to the point you have matching waists.

Likes massaging your back and focusing on the midline of your torso.

Wraps his arms around your waist while resting his head during cuddling.

Likes to hold onto it when he's riding you.

John " Soap " MacTavish

Drools over your waist.

Will praise you if he feels like it.

Will stand behind you while you wash dishes or cook and rub his hands over his curves while kissing your neck and mumbling silent praises. (I should write a fic on this.)

When you just lay on the couch or your bed with your shirt off he will start rubbing at your waist.

He loves you so much, and he loves your midriff too.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

He's just a tease about it.

" What's that waist so small for? For me to grab it? "

Very much hopes you agree with his statement.

He's pathetic about your waist, finding any excuse to touch you, wrap his arms around you etc.

When he fucks your thighs he likes to hug your waist as he looses himself of you.

Leaves hickies on your abdomen just for funsies.

Alejandro Vargas

He's a slut

Likes running his fingers around the dip of your waist when you lay on your side when you're asleep.

Asks if you can dance with him because your waist is perfect grabbing on too.

Wonders if you do any specific workout routine to keep it intact.

Has a wildly inappropriate imagination on what he could do to you with the assistance of your waist.

Let your mind wander.

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra

HE'S SO HUSBAND.

Has a goofy lovesick grin on his face everytime he feels up on your waist.

He rubs his head on your abdomen to relieve stress, his small stubble tickling at you.

Will just lay his head on your stomach with your hand in his hair, massaging away at his scalp.

Uses your waist as a handle to keep you from squirming away when giving you head, making sure you give him every single drop.

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kriffingstars · 6 months

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Johnny MacTavish; the point of no return

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Johnny's resolve breaks, you're everything warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), SMUT (dirty, hot and everything in between), AFAB!Reader, MINORS DNI!! a/n: Holy hell, this is the most sensual and sinful thing I've ever written. Feedback would be greatly appreciated as I've never written smut before. Enjoy 2k of pure smut, ya dirty animals ;)

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It's sinful, the way you seat yourself on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses down from the sweet spot behind his ear that he never knew he had, to the base of his throat.

The way you so easily grind your hips into his, has him seeing stars. It could just be you though. Probably is.

Maybe it's also a little bit because he knows this is exactly what he shouldn't be doing. The thrill of disobeying orders isn't lost on you either.

He lets out a feverish groan as you slip your shirt over your head as his hands slip down your skin to settle on the outside of your thighs, grabbing at the flesh and pulling you infinitely closer.

"I really shouldn't," he says, once again, as one of his hands trails upwards to grab at the barely there fabric still covering your chest.

It sends chills down your spine, he lets out a breath as he watches your nipples pebble under his touch.

You pause, stopping all ministrations as you look at the man underneath you. His pupils are blown with lust, and his hair is messy from all the grabbing, chest heaving up and down.

"Johnny," you sigh, taking his face in your hands, your voice remains quiet and even.

"If you want to stop we absolutely can, I'll go to the sofa and we won't ever speak about this again,"

The tension is palpable, the blood rushing around your ears quietens the rest of the world. It's just you and him, in the safety of his room.

You can see the thoughts running through his mind.

You're here, in his lap, giving him everything he's been thinking about in the late hours of the night. All the thoughts, he's been pushing away are real, and they're in the palm of his hand just begging to be brought to fruition.

"You're going to be the death of me,"

It's all he mutters before surging forward, capturing you in a searing kiss, whilst expertly flipping him underneath you.

It's his turn to plaster you in sopping kisses, biting and soothing as his hands slip behind you, masterfully releasing the catch of your bra, flinging it behind him to god knows where.

"Fuck,"

That's all he can groan before latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and palming at your more neglected breast.

His hips are grinding into your core, and there's nothing you can do to hold back the breathy moan you let out as the friction hits just where you need him.

That's all he needs to know he's making the right decision.

Before you know it, he's moving lower, crawling backwards and your skin feels like it's on fire.

He repeats the same movements, kiss, bite, soothe and you're coming undone completely in front of him.

You've ruined everyone for him because no one smells the way you do, and he's sure no one will ever satiate him the way you have and you've barely even touched him.

He's slipping his fingers under the waistband of your borrowed trousers before your brain can even catch up.

"Look at you," he mutters, you know he's not talking to you. Just babbling to himself as he savours every second before taking the front of your panties in his teeth.

The way his stubble scratches on your abdomen sends a rush of heat all the way down to your toes. They curl at the sensation as your legs tighten around his body.

His hands are everywhere, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, only adding to the electric tension between your legs.

"You're ruining me, Sweets,"

It's barely audible, but he knows it's had the effect he wants from you when his eyes meet yours.

His gaze is domineering in the best way, satiating the burning attraction you've had for him since your first meeting.

"You going to let me taste you?" he murmurs as he lets his nose graze against your pubic bone, dangerously close to the place where you need him the most.

A chorus of pleases is all that you garble out, as you find yourself drunk over the intensity of him.

His fingers stroke you through the fabric of your panties, barely bringing you any relief before sliding the fabric down your legs.

His nails catch on your inner thighs, and once again he's sending ripples right to your core.

Even in your stupor, you can see and feel how much he's getting off on how pliable you are under his touches.

"I need-"

Your words are cut off by the ungodly groan you let out as his lips meet the bundle of nerves.

Kiss, bite, soothe, flick.

One arm is slung over your hips keeping you pinned, at the other one draws deadly patterns around your thighs.

"So good for me, Sweets."

"Always Johnny," you're panting now as pressure begins to mount.

His huff of breath sends a shiver through your spine, as you arch your back, his lips meeting you with the movement.

It's not long before his fingers join his mouth, stretching you out in the most tentative of touches.

He's not fast or hard, in the way you thought he would be. He's sensual and savouring, as if this is the last time he'll ever be able to bask in the light that is you.

You feel the orgasm approaching steadily, and he feels your legs squeezing him even tighter. His hips are gently rocking against the mattress beneath him as he gets himself off of your pleasure and mewls.

It isn't harsh or fast, it's gentle and climbs gradually before it takes control of you completely. Body spasming, toes curling, breath caught, as your eyes screw shut completely.

The's no breath in your lungs left to give as he crawls up your body, engulfing himself in all your senses.

"You're going to be the death of me," he says as he breathes oxygen back into your starved lungs.

His kiss is needy, all-consuming, but not overwhelming. Your hands release the sheets you didn't even realise you were gripping, before finding purchase in the strip of hair on his head.

His hands roam once again, committing every curve, divot and angle to memory. If this truly is his last night on earth, he wants to go remembering everything about you for eternity.

He's so completely drunk on you, that he doesn't notice your leg hooking underneath him or the jerk of your hips as you flip him onto his back, his hands pinned above his head, completely at your mercy.

"Want to make you feel good," you confess as your tongue leaves a path of glossy saliva from the base of his adam's apple to the sharp of his jaw.

You feel him swallow under your lips as you pepper open-mouthed kisses over his throat.

He can't even find the words to reply to you, but you don't need his words. His pants are enough for you to know he's all yours.

It's your turn to travel down his body now, nails scratching at his broad chest as they follow your sloppy kisses.

He's just as you imagined, not that his tight t-shirts left much to the imagination. All firm lines, and hard muscle. What you didn't expect was the dark hair that peppers him, trailing off at his stomach, before picking back up just below his navel.

His sweats are already pulled down, and they're gone before he can even take a new breath.

Your face is level with the tent in his boxers and you press a multitude of searing kisses through the black fabric.

"You-you don't have to," is all he can choke out, as he finds his words again.

He can feel the heat of your breath on his skin as you gently shush him, rubbing soothing strokes along his powerful thighs.

"I want to, will you let me?" you mumble, and this time it's your turn to catch his gaze from where you lie, nestled inbetween his legs.

That's all Johnny needs to become putty in your hands, his limbs are floppy and malleable and his hands sit exactly where you left them. Spread out above his head.

His sinful groans and pants increase tenfold as you pull him from his confines, placing languid kisses up and down him as you grip him at his base.

Johnny, your sweet Johnny, is a mess, as you pull take him deeper. The buck of his hips doesn't bother you as you let the spit drip down your chin.

You feel more powerful than ever, bringing a man with the resolve he has to his knees, with a series of touches.

He's knotting his fingers through your hair at the base of his neck pulling you off of him all too quickly for your liking, crashing his lips back onto yours as he goes.

He doesn't need to drag you up to him as you're scrambling with him in a mess of spit, skin and teeth before landing on his lap.

He takes a moment to grind into you as his hands snake behind you, fingers splayed as he tenderly tips you onto your back, crawling in between your legs once again, without breaking away from your lips...

"Wait there," he grins, knowing full well you're not moving from your spot as he leans back, hands fumbling around in a draw before coming into contact with the foil packet he was after.

"You're sure Sweets? Because you need to know we can never go back after this. Can't keep away from you."

The sincerity in his voice makes you pause, you can see the affection in his eyes, and there's no doubt in your mind that this is more than just physical.

"Good."

It's all you need to say as you take the packet from his fingers, ripping it open and coating your fingers in the slick gel that covers the contents and reaching to grasp him.

You're pinned down once again as he buries himself in you, strings of garbled nonsense spilling from his lips as he praises you. Telling you just how good you are, and how perfect you feel.

"Never letting you go now."

He starts slow and deep, pulling more mewls from the depths of your chest as you hook a leg around him, pulling him even closer, heel digging into the divot on the small of his back.

It's your turn to garble now, telling exactly how good he feels, how he's ruined you and how you can't get enough of him.

The smell of skin and sweat fill your senses and you swear you're drunk off of it.

His thrusts speed up as one of his hands slip between your bodies, all he wants is to make you feel good, and he's doing a damn good job at it.

Before things home to a crescendo, you're pushing him onto his back bouncing on your knees and pulling him even deeper.

If you thought he was a mess earlier he's ruined now.

His eyes are rolling back into his head as his hand finds you again, speeding up to bring your climax closer.

The bouncing stops, as you begin to grind faster and faster.

You feel electric, as a surge of energy bursts through you, spurring you on even more.

He goes completely slack as he melts into you, and you follow not long after. Riding out the aftershocks that buzz through both of your bodies, head resting on his heaving chest as you inhale as much air as you can into your lungs.

He's reaching for you again, and pulling you flush against his chest as he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear.

The comedown is slow and neither of you feel like moving as the blood rushing around in your head begins to quiet. It's tender, and dare say loving.

"Need to go and clean up, Sweets," he whispers, as he noses at your cheek, pushing his face closer to yours, leaving chaste kisses on your temple and cheek.

His lack of presence is engulfing as he sorts himself out in the bathroom, bringing a cool flannel into the bedroom for you.

Before you know it your head is tucked under his chin, legs tangled as he strokes slow circles into your skin.

"You're something else."

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cvpitvno · 1 year

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perhaps it was because you knew you were being monitored — as a new addition to task force 141, you, the rookie, we’re still in your early development stages with the group.

you were skilled — you wouldn’t be there if you weren’t — but they needed to know how you operated, how you communicated, and how well you kept your head on your shoulders during missions.

the group had run through countless simulations, running through different positions and advance tactics — forced you upfront, and kept you behind, any position you could be in and they had stuck you in to see where exactly you die amongst them.

however, when the tides had turned and it was time for you to focus on your strengths — large rifle resting on the small lip of cement on the roof and sights lined up to your point of objective — you were left on your own, captain, lieutenant, and sergeants watching from a small room with cameras watching your every move.

it had been some time since you had met the guys — long enough to have at least grown comfortable in teasing them back, so you realized you had the perfect chance to make someone, maybe even more then that, flushed.

you shuffled out of your laying form — the form you had been taught was the most secure and standard way (they preached it like it was the bible) and settled onto your knees, hips folding over to press against the plush tops of them while your chest slowly settled into the rough cement on the roof.

you back arching more so than naturally, accentuating you ass as you lined up on moving targets that creeped just in your sights.

with no word from your earpiece, you set your sights up with one in the top corner of the house, target peaking out merely an inch before disappearing behind the wall again — acting as if someone was pacing inside, only allowing a sliver of their center to be seen before quickly returning to cover.

“easy,” you scoffed, finger coming up to rest on the trigger as you slowed your breathing, scope coming to a steady rise and fall.

just as your muscles went to squeeze the trigger down, your captains voice rung through the ear peace.

“get in proper position soldier,” price sighed over the coms, the sound of soaps deep laugh ringing afterwards.

“the lass is captain,” you heard him poke. “at least in my books.”

you couldn’t help but let your head sag forward and the swarm or giggle light up your side of the line. “cute soap, real cute,” you sighed. “too bad you’ll never get me in this position.”

you waited for the man to challenge you, knowing the scot early could take defeat and would never back down from a challenge, especially from the rookie.

however the quietness made your smile dampen, thinking that maybe your sensual tongue got you into trouble with your superiors.

“soaps out the the picture, but what about the rest of us darling?” he spoke. “gonna let the rest of us see your pretty little body propped up so perfectly for us when you get back?”

never in your life did you expect the british-brooding-hunk of a man you called lieutenant to speak up.

let alone with the words he had spoken.

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angelstate · 4 months

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Husband!Soap x Wife!Reader.

Husband!Soap is one hell of a lover, he is everything you could ever ask for in a man. He is attentive and caring, he truly appreciates you and loves you in a way that shouldn’t be possible for humans to feel.

He does everything he can to show you just how deeply he feels about you, and it manifests as much in little things as in the big things. For example, your favorite tea is always restocked in the pantry, the washer and dryer are always empty and the clean clothes are neatly folded in your bedroom closet. The bills of the water and electricity services never meet your eye because he pays before you can see the cost of it, he knows you get anxious and worried about that sort of thing.

He is honest about his feelings and you’re always what he has in mind, he likes you and loves you so much to the point he feels like kneeling at your feet and just worships you in every way he can, more than sexually, his love goes beyond that.

you could come up to him one day and tell him that he could never touch again and his feelings wouldn’t falter for one second, he would make do with only being able to admire you like he did for years before he even dared to ask you to be his girlfriend.

Husband!Soap would take the fault for every one of your mistakes, if you break a plate in his parent's house he would say it had been him, if you’re arguing about something he would apologize first, knowing that it wasn’t worth time to yell at each other for something that was a mistake.

He knows you’ll apologize too after you calm down, not wanting to be trapped between high emotions when saying something meaningful to him. you value the control you have over your words and he is a patient man, he would wait a lifetime if it meant to hear you speak so time isn’t wasted with him, every second he experiences your existence is heaven to him.

Husband!Soap hopes for the day the two of you have children, he wants a family with you, wants to build something of himself that is fully constructed in a foundation of love and safety, the one he didn’t necessarily have as a kid.

He wants a big family in the countryside, a view of hills of greenery, tall trees, flowers, and fresh air every morning, to be woken up by the sight of you lying beside him in bed, your pretty face relaxed and messy hair all over your pillow while the sun creeps in from between the curtains, your children sleeping in their bedroom the quietness of the home being something short-lived when they began to wake up, he wants to grow old by your side, raising a beautiful family.

He allows himself to dream about it more than he cares to admit, he knows it won’t happen in a very long time, his job, your career, and other problems stopping the two of you from taking that step but he is a patient man, and he rather takes his time than rush things and risk losing you in the process.

Husband!Soap is a good man, he knows he did everything he could to make your time together merry and happy, to fill it with more good memories than bad ones. and he allows himself to think he did a good job at loving you while he could.

so when he gets shot on the side of his head and the last 7 minutes of brain activity the body is programmed to experience before ultimately dying begin, his mind is plagued with you, meeting you, becoming your friend, asking you to be his girlfriend but most of all, your wedding day.

and it is as if he’s experiencing that day all over again, your voice as you read to him your vows, how sweet of you to write personal ones, full of inside jokes and promises you had made him years ago when you first started dating. He remembers feeling his heart flutter on his chest.

but right now, lying on the cold floor his heart cannot flutter, but the tears falling from his eyes do the job just fine because the memory as beautiful as it is makes him feel extremely sad, he doesn’t want to leave you behind, he wants to live longer, to experience more things by your side.

He wants to have children with you, he wants to see the passing of time affect the two of you, to see the smile lines on your face and know that was his doing, that a lifetime with him granted you marks of happiness in your skin.

He wants more time, God, he wants an eternity with you, he wants as much time as he can get.

He remembers your face when he came home early a few months ago, the excitement filling in the void in your eyes when you first opened the door, he remembers the weight of your body on his arms as you had jumped on him, wrapping your limbs around him and not letting go.

what he would do to see that face again, to hear your squeals of happiness next to his ear and feel the softness of your hair in between his fingers. if he knew that would be the last time he came home to you he would’ve done so much more.

he would’ve fixed the creek of the door, he would’ve washed the dirty clothes on the laundry basket, he would’ve cooked your favorite meal and hugged you just a bit more tightly.

He knows he did his fair share of bad things in the world, but you were nothing short of an angel, you didn’t deserve his death as much as he deserved to die. He knows the fragility of your heart, he knows that you’re a sensitive being that can only be treated gently, and he is afraid death isn’t kind, that grief will swallow you whole before you get a chance to realize that your life shouldn’t end because he did.

Husband!Soap loves you more than you could ever imagine, so when the 7 minutes of brain activity ends, he goes out with the image of your face in his mind, your voice muttering that everything is alright, that you love him as much as he loves you.

you were everything, the sole reason he wished for a brighter future and the reason he died a happy man.

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rpreaperperson · 1 year

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First Time

Summary:

For the first time you showed your face in front of the team and the first time they ever heard your voice.

Timeline after being betray by Graves and Shepherd

Your parent taught not to trust the American, they always know how to stab someone in back.

Although some of your friend was American and they were good one, in this line of work trust is the most sensitive thing for everyone however that’s not the main reason why you wearing a mask like Ghost.

Unlike him you wearing a bunny mask, and you talked when it need too definitely NOT because of anxiety or trauma something like that...but your voice...well sometimes you have a problem with your throatt that makes your voice came out none or hoarse than it should be and it came at the worse time ever when on mission even on briefing, you just nodded or hummed.

And now after Price debate with Shepherd, Team 141 and Los Vaqueros circling a desk that has balaclava skull on it

You’re a bit startled when Ghost taking off his mask showing his...ekhem handsome face, truly you were surrounded with handsome military man, even Valeria is kinda pretty too you not gonna lie

“take it if you in..Not.. dont” each of them wearing the balaclava...but you..just stare at it, hesitant to taking your bunny mask off a thousand ‘what if’ clouding your mind

“Bunny? Not going to wear it?” Soap look at you as everyone else still clutching the balaclava

‘AH! The hell with it!’ taking off your bunny mask, their eyes widen not expected of your appearance, they always thought that you’re a tough looking cause of your hoarse voice.

“..Woah..Bunny...you’re..” Soap look at you in amazement

“Beautiful..” Rudy mutter, your face became hot and red this is why you wearing the mask

You always get to hit on cause of your prettyand kind face plus your shy nature is always making it harder

“P-please dont..look at me like that... this is embarrassing” double surprise at your kind squeaky voice, do your voice always this pleasing?

Clearing his throat Captain Price give you a welcome smile, as the others snap from their mind

“Nice to finaly meet you..” he addressed you by your name

“You too..C-Captain Price” you smile shyly at him and wearing the balaclava

Bonus

“? Is everthing okay Colonel?”

“I want to recruit Bunny in my team”

“...Agreed” Rudy nodded, as they stare at you who fidgetting your finger flustered

“Hell no! Bunny is our’s!” Soap object it, he embrace your smaller figure against him

“Why dont we bait ‘em with food?” Rudy suggest his Colonel

“Your dirty trick won’t work..” Ghost crossing his arm

“Bunny already loyal to us right, Bunny?” Gaz turned at you, and his face fall..

“....Food...”eyes glimmering as you starting to taking Alejandro bait, making all the team start 141 panicking while the Vaqueros smirking

“Yea..how about that one dish I told you about?” he smirk

“Oohh....that would be delightfull..~” then Ghost voice boomed as you turned your head to him

“Bunny...if you reject it, after this mission over you can eat in that ‘all you can eat ‘restaurant...Price will pay it”

“Wha-..Ahh..why not..” Price huffed

“All you can eat...” Alejandro scowl at Ghost who has a smug face

Although they didn’t know what your face and voice really like, at least they know WHAT your really like.

#cod x reader #cod x you #simon riley x reader #john mctavish x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 x reader

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midnightcrw · 6 months

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"Simon, seriously, one of us should take the wheel," you attempted to reason with him, but his determination was as stubborn as a mule.

"No!" Simon snapped, clearly offended by the barrage of jokes about his driving skills.

It all began with Soap playfully taunting Simon's subpar driving, and Gaz, Price, and you couldn't resist joining in. He was determined to prove his driving wasn't as bad as you all claimed.

With determination, Simon herded you all into the car. You squeezed into the passenger seat, while the other three were squished like sardines in the back. Soap on the left, Gaz on the right, and poor Price caught in the middle.

"Why am I stuck in the middle?" Price groaned, sandwiched between Soap and Gaz.

"Because you'd leap out of this car at the first opportunity," Simon grumbled.

"Maybe I should call Laswell, just in case we don't survive this," you mumbled, already reaching for your phone.

"I heard that," Simon said, snatching your phone and stashing it in his pocket.

Without a word of warning, he roared the car to life, making all four of you flinch.

"Captain, I've never told you this, but you're like a father to me. I love you, man," Gaz turned to Price, pouring out his affection.

"I love you too, Kyle," Price said, patting Gaz on the shoulder.

"This seems like the perfect moment to admit it. Captain, I may have been the one who accidentally blew up half your office," Soap confessed.

"THAT WAS YOU!?"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!"

"Shut up!" Simon growled as he revved the engine.

"How did this happen?" Laswell stood in the hospital room, looking utterly disappointed. All of you were sprawled on the hospital bed, sporting various bruises and a couple of broken bones.

Without uttering a word, all eyes turned to Simon, who defiantly crossed his arms.

"Simon, we discussed this. No driving for at least a year," Laswell scolded with her hands on her hips.

"I don't care."

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feyre-darling92 · 1 year

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Task Force 141 + Alejandro Headcanons

How they sleep, snore and general sleep habits

Ghost

To begin with, he is a light sleeper. If you get up at any point during the night he will immediately wake up.

There are days that he will immediately fall asleep (usually after missions when he is too tired to even take his gear off) or will suffer from insomnia

During these nights he doesn’t want to wake you up

You get up anyways, either sitting with him in silence or talking

Most of the times you fall asleep on his shoulder and he gently picks you up, moving you to the bed. He holds you close and tries to convince himself to sleep

Although he might not admit it, he loves it when you read to him before going to bed +Bonus points if you run a hand through his hair

When he is tired he will snore otherwise he is very quiet. Even when he snores he does so softly

He hasn’t any night routine but he loves watching you getting ready to go to bed. He just adores you

Soap

Huge Cuddler

He just loves it when you lie with him and he wraps his arms around you

He is actually a heavy sleeper

Which sometimes is annoying because he doesn’t hear his alarm. You do

He usually falls asleep during movies

He snores but not very loud

However one time you punched him with your pillow because he wouldn’t stop and it was annoying

I am 100% sure this mf sleeps either without a shirt (which is not that bad) or wears a shirt with the scottish flag

During winter he can’t sleep if there aren’t at least three blankets and suring summer he can’t sleep if the window is closed

He doesn’t have a particular night routine but he will gladly join you if you ask him

Gaz

This soft mf wants to hold you all the time

Also he moves during the night. Like a lot

One time he had taken over all the bed and you accidentaly fell off

Doesn’t snore

You have fallen asleep on the couch many times so you always keep a soft blanket there just in case

I don’t know why but I feel like he can’t sleep at summer with the windows wide open

He can easily fall asleep anywhere so you better keep an eye on him

He has a night routine and loves it when you stand next to him in the bathroom mirror doing yours while he is doing his

Price

This man can’t sleep if you’re not close to him

His favourite sleep position is you resting your head against his chest or wrapping his arms around you

He is also a light sleeper and worries when he doesn’t feel you next to him (if you manage to get out of his grip)

We all know he snores

Especially when he’s tired or during summer he snores like a fucking chainsaw. He doesn’t admit it, though.

After a long day you will both lie on the couch too tired to move

You always wake up the next day half off the couch but it doesn’t matter

Due to his duties and the paperwork he often stays up till late which leads to you trying to convince him to come to bed

Which usually leads to you falling asleep on his lap and him bringing you to bed.

Like Ghost he loves it when you read to him. It’s not unsual for you to lie on the bed in each other’s arms reading together or taking turns to read each chapter

He also has no sleep routine but always watches you if you have one

Alejandro

This man is like an octopus. With his arms around you and legs tangled togehter, good luck getting out of bed.

On cold nights he is like a blanket but in summer... oh dear. It doesn’t matter how hot it is he will sleep with his body pressed against yours

And he is always warm

He does snore but not very loud

After a long day he will jump on the bed, gear and shoes on

He loves it when you run a hand through his hair

If you can’t sleep he will hum a soft melody (I don’t know why but I believe that he has a good voice)

He will either sleep very late at night or very early. There’s no between.

Like Price you will find yourselves many times asleep on the couch

This mf has a ten step night routine and will do it with you right before bed. He also loves watching you getting ready to go to bed.

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could you do hc’s for the 141 + könig with a reader who has iron deficiency anemia? like maybe readers iron drops to a low level and they nearly faint and they take care of them after?

Ooh! I can relate! Except I haven’t fainted but I’ve definitely gotten close lmao whoops

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

My man has both eyes on you at all times, especially if you’ve told him you woke up with a headache that morning

He’s watching you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself but when advil doesn’t touch your headache, he starts to worry

I personally headcanon him as being hands off but always close, so he won’t be fretting about you, he gives you the space and the chance to decide when you need help

But when you start walking a little lopsided, with a hand against the wall for support, he’s sprinting towards you, his heart is hammering in his chest as he catches you before you lean a little too far off to the side

“Alright, back to bed with you.”

“Si, I’m fine.”

“I look like I’m muckin’ about? Bed. Now.”

It’s one of the few times he’ll assert himself when it comes to your well-being, not his fault you gave him a fright, darling!

Soon enough, he’s back at your side with a sandwich and some juice, he’s not sure what happened but some food is a good place to start, he crawls in bed next to you as your eating and turns on the tv to whatever you’re feeling (he’s particularly fond of Bake Off, so he won’t be opposed if that’s what you choose)

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

When you woke up that morning massaging your temples, he was a little worried but he shooed your hands away and started massaging your temples and your scalp instead, kissing the side of your head

It seemed to help a little bit but it wasn’t enough to chase the thrumming pain away, still it wasn’t that bad so you decided to go about your day regardless

That wouldn’t stop him from checking up on you every chance he had, he’d laugh when you elbow him and jokingly tell him to back off, he’d pull you against him and kiss the crown of your head

“Not on your life, bonnie.”

But then he saw you tumble to the side a little bit, arm reaching out to balance yourself and he was at your side in a heartbeat, steadying you by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and holding you against him,

“Alright, hen?”

“Yeah just a little dizzy that’s all.”

“More than just a little I’d say. Come on, let’s get you in bed and I’ll get you some food, aye?”

“But it’ll mess up the bed.”

“Then don’t be messy.” He winked and kissed the side of your head, you shoved him playfully before clinging to him again. Sure enough, you’re back in bed with Soap, half eaten sandwich on the nightstand, both of you back asleep with the tv lulling you even deeper.

John Price:

Sweet man doesn’t let you leave the bed for anything as soon as you tell him you have a headache

“Don’t bother liftin’ a finger, darlin’. Shout if you need anything.” He kisses your forehead and leaves a glass of water, a cup of tea, and some headache medicine, he’s in the other room if you need anything

At some point, you get bored and decide to do some chores you’ve been putting off for a while, so you’re folding laundry when John walks back in the room

“What’re you doin’, thought I told you to shout.”

“I’m not gonna shout at you put away the laundry, especially when I’m the one that started it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you know I love it when you shout.” He teased, you threw the tshirt in your hands at him with a laugh and a blush, he caught it with ease and started to move to put it away

He saw you take an unsteady step back with an arm outreached to balance you out, in two long strides he was at your side, gripping your arm to steady you

“Right. Enough of that, back you go.”

“John-”

“Don’t you ‘John’ me, back in.” He’s guiding you back in bed and coming back in the room with some fruits and a sandwich, he’s not leaving your side until you’ve eaten all of it. And when you’re done, he kisses your forehead and crawls in bed with you. Nothing wrong with a lazy day.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’s so extra omg as soon as you tell him you’ve got a headache, he’s wrapping you in your favorite blanket, brewing a cup of your favorite tea, he’s got you sitting on the couch, buried in blankets, and he’s got Uber Eats pulled up and ready for you to order

“Babe it’s just a headache, I’m not dying.”

“Irrelevant. Just order something, yeah? My treat.” He winked at you. You share a checking account. He loves making that joke. (So do I)

He walks away and comes back with your tea and some medicine, “No love of mine is going to have a headache and not be spoiled.”

On your way back from the bathroom, you start the feel the walls spin and the floor slip away from you. You called out to him and he was there in a heartbeat, he gently and slowly picked you up and carried you back to the couch

“Aren’t you glad you’ve got me here for you?”

“Don’t get an ego, just shut up and keep taking care of me.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed your cheek with a big wet smooch and went to grab the door for your order, he settled next to you on the sofa and started laying out the food for you.

König:

Much like Ghost, he lets you get up and be about on your own but he hovers much closer

He gets you some medicine and some water, and he brings you those fruit gummies you love so much too

He’s ok with you moving about but he’s always close by, and by close I mean he’s attached at the hip (just bump him away with your hip and he’ll laugh enough to let you be for a little bit)

In one of those moments you managed to successfully bump him away from you, your dizziness seemed to hit. You nearly dropped the dishes in your hands as you took a few steps to the side, König was there in seconds to get you steady again

He took the dishes from your hands and gently put them in the sink,

“Come now, schatz, rest, please.”

“Köni, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Nonsense. Bed. Now.”

He never used that tone with you (ok maybe sometimes but this isn’t that context), so you supposed you wouldn’t fight him on it. Not that you could but you appreciated that he gave you the option.

So he carried you to bed, your gentle, sweet, mountain of a man, and set you down, burying you in blankets. He crawled beside you and started running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

Before you knew it, you’ve dozed off in his arms and he’s kissing the crown of your head.

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Trouble

Soap x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, smut

A/N - my brain doesn’t wanna write atm so here’s a drabble. Enjoy!

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Soap knew he was in trouble the minute he saw you. On loan from another specialist team to help with their next mission. Excellent infiltration skills, a quick learner, disciplined and loyal. He tried to stay focused in the meeting but to no avail.

He knew he was in trouble when the sunlight bounced off your skin, illuminating the droplets of sweat which trickled down your neck.

Fuck, your neck.

He watched when you drank, how your throat bobbed, how you gulped the freezing cold water. Never seeming to quench your thirst. He wanted to feel you fight for air against his palms, to hear your pretty little voice beg, plead for him not to stop. To go deeper. Harder.

He wanted to watch as you bit your plump lips, flashing your teeth as you smiled up at him. Rushed, stolen breaths, short and shallow. Pulse throbbing against him as you urge him to squeeze tighter. Pupils blown. Chest tight. Heart racing.

God, did he need you.

How your eyes would glimmer beneath him, void of any other emotion besides desire. How they would silently urge him to push you, destroy your walls, bend you, break you. How they would flutter and screw shut as he hovered his lips above yours, stealing your breath with each kiss.

How you played with your pen, fingers curling over the plastic, tendons dancing beneath your skin. How your nails danced over your skin, leaving little trails of raw skin in their wake. Desperately wanting to feel the sting of your nails along his back as they left a path of destruction in their wake. Scraping, pulling, grazing his skin making him hiss.

His eyes caught a glimpse of your thighs from under the table, muscular, thick. He chewed the inside of his cheek, wanting to dig his fingertips into your flesh. Bruising you. Marking you. Making you his. Wanting to push them open with his own, baring you to him. Imagining sinking his teeth into the most sensitive parts of you. Sucking. Nipping. Licking.

‘Hi Johnny!’ Your voice sliced through his day dream, forcing him to crash back to earth with an almighty thud. His eyes met yours as he offered a shy smirk.

Oh.

He knew he was in trouble.

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