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AHHHHHH CATS ARE SO CUTE, THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT???

Hiiii! I was just thinking about a cat!reader who can just rub against tf 141 men at any time.

Usually, cats rub against you when seeking affection or territory marking. It's a way for them to bond with you, transfer their scent, and let you know they're comfortable and happy.

How would tf 141 members even react to this?

Sooo...I've written a bit abt cat hybrid!reader in the past. But lets look at their initial reactions!!

To no one's surprise, it's Kyle who you nuzzle first. Hes a sweet guy and the most agreeable when you want to cuddle, so its only natural that after an op you push him into the couch and rub ur face all over his neck. Ofc, ur a military trained soldier, so Kyle is lowkey fighting for his life bc ur so strong you could easily crush him with ur nuzzling.

Still, hes honored that you trust him enough to scent. Gives you back rubs and endures the teasing he will surely get from soap.

Ghost, shockingly, is next. You notice hes tense after a particularly rough week, the scent of his discomfort easy for you to pick up. That simply wont do! So you wait until ghost and you are alone before pouncing.

It takes a bit of a struggle, but the second you get ur weight atop of him and nuzzle into ghost back he goes boneless. Doesnt even realize how much he needed the comfort until ur purrs have him dozing off and getting the first good sleep for since moths ago.

Price doesnt know how to react the first time you do it, freezing up instantly. One second you two were talking missions and the next ur hugging him and rubbing ur face along hid collar bone. You have to nip at him a bit to pull him out of hid stupor, but the second he is price has a hand on your head.

He gives you little ear stritches and smiles to himself at the fact u feel comfortable enough around a CO to do this.

By time soaps turn rolls around, hes maybe a little pissy. Everyone else got their turn but him! Little does he know you were waiting for the perfect time. The second winter turns rhe corner and night become cold, ur pulling him into ur den. He radiates heat like a furnace, which means hes perfect to become a glorified body pillow.

Not that soap is complaining, hes so so happy to be the first in ur den! And ur practically crawling all over him, covering soap in ur scent. He pats along ur back and over ur fur whIle you rub ur face into his neck.

Needless to say, they hadn't realized how much they needed to be scented by you :)

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as a guy... guess ill just give up writing then... (srsly TF is this? 🤨)

ho ain't no way you're a guy.

you write like a woman and IM JEALOUS HOW TF YOU RHINK LIKE THAT?????? GIMME YOUR BRAIN RIGHT NEOW

Anon I dont think thats the compliment you think it is...

Anyways friendly reminder that im FTM so uhhh maybe dont call me a woman <3

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honestly? that's one way to wake me up

not that this man would ever take a vacation but you can't convince me this isn't john price on leave somewhere on the coast. his belly's softer because he's been eating whatever he wants lately. he bought short shorts to wear and invites you to ride out onto the water in the boat he rented. he calls you bunny and rubs sunscreen on you and invites you spend the night in his cottage a few ticks down from yours.

he lets you drink his whiskey and likes the way your nose twitches at the smell of cigar smoke he purposefully blows into your face. helps you ride his thigh after getting tipsy and then fucks you raw until you can't see straight.

the next morning, he wakes you with a tongue in your hole. then pops over to the shop to buy you a shit ton of pastries before hurrying back to feed it to you in the bed. hushing your sleepy whines with a peck on your mouth and nuzzle of your cheek in between each bite of the breakfast.

gotta eat up, bunny. he's got a day full of upcoming activities for the two of you...

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

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oh my god they were roommantes

When Ao3 (Tumblr's wife) is down...

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OH HELL YEAH I GOTTA GIVE PEEPAW PRICE SOME LOVE RAHHHHH!!!!!!

Price Appreciation Week — PROMPT REVEALS

Laswell and I have sifted through dozens of data points, and we were incredibly impressed with what you found over the course of the last few weeks. With more intel than initially anticipated... Well, we just couldn't decide.

While much of the initial guidance is the same, with double the prompts, we have double the ideas. That being said... - You may combine SFW and NSFW prompts! - SFW prompts may be used for NSFW works and vice versa (if you manage to make cockwarming SFW... consider me impressed.)

- You may combine prompts across days (for example, Day 3 SFW and Day 7 NSFW) if you so wish! - The event is still MDNI even with SFW prompts. - NO AI. - Art, writing, poetry, music, edits, moodboards, cosplay... anything made with your own human hands is welcome! Please no IRL NSFW.

(Note that the "no IRL NSFW" rule applies to nudes/lewds/RL porn *only* and not things like VA scripts.) Our deployment date is still August 17th. I expect to see you on the tarmac bright and early, kitted up and ready to go. For now...

Bravo 6... going dark.

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Contrary to popular belief (which honestly I'm not really a fan of,) Simon is actually pretty gentle.

Is it because (out of the rest of the 141) he has the biggest dick? Well yes, but hear me out.

Before you both go into pound town you just know he'll treat you like the queen/king you are, kisses everywhere that has skin, leaving none empty. Maybe he'll whisper praises against your ear so that it seeps through your bones, leaving you a mess of blissed out glory. Hell, he'll fucking do that to his partners, whether he'd be topping or being a bottom.

He'll prepare you — they all will, but it's the way Simon does it that just takes it to a whole new level. As if you're fine china, able to methodically give you everything you ever want and then some. And you know what? That's a fucking godsend for some.

Oh and don't get me started on how he'll wait until you explicitly tell him you're good to go, and even then he'll go slow, painfully slow. It's only when you're moaning from him to go fast is when he'll find what you're looking for: hair-raising, brain inducing sex. (Which, in turn, does give him a sense of pride because he's doing good to pleasure you.)

And yes, he moans when he cums. But that's just me. (Yes, Soap and Gaz use it for blackmail. No I won't tell you where they would use it.)

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god i would be an absolute mess of emotions if they take care of me, ffs 😭😭😭

Feel free to ignore if this is too heavy but ive been feeling low and i wonder...

How would the 141 help their SO through a breakdown? Like hyperventilating and crying? How would they talk them down?

Again, if you dont want to write this i completely understand. Much love

It's not too heavy, and I know I'm fairly delayed on getting to this. I hope you're feeling better than when you sent this to my inbox. You're in my thoughts, anon. <3

written with gn!reader

Content & Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort

Out of all of them, Ghost is the most understanding, and the calmest in this situation. Maybe it’s because of his own trauma, or the fact that he’s struggled with own mental health, but there’s no judgment here. There is also no rush to try and tell you to “calm down.” Ghost might be a bit of a weirdo, but he knows how to read the room. He’s not going to immediately lovebomb you. What he will do, is give you space, to speak calmly to you, to be the anchor you need when you feel like you’re sinking.

While Soap is supportive, he’s the least likely of the bunch to get this right. Doesn’t mean he won’t try. The tears and anxiety aren’t going to scare him away, but it’ll create an internal panic inside him all on its own. That’s not your fault, he just doesn’t like to see you cry. He hates it when you’re hurting because Soap knows he’s not always going to be able to fix it. While he enjoys physical touch, he might be more hesitant in this situation to completely wrap you up in his arms until you’re calmer. One thing that you can completely rely on is that Soap is a yapper. He will try to talk you through it, even cracking jokes if it helps distract you.

It's Price that might sway either way. The breakdown could surprise him, throw him off a bit, but this man has quick recovery. He’s used to extremely stressful situations and making changes on the fly. Don’t expect him to be perfect though, or even promptly take the correct actions. If anything, he might freeze up if the breakdown is unexpected. He might stumble through getting to where he needs to be to support you. But he will do his best, making sure he’s by your side, trying to keep you calm and collected, to make sure you know how much he loves and cares for you.

A breakdown doesn’t last long with Kyle around. This man has it down to a science, especially if it has happened before. You know you can be completely vulnerable and open with him, that Kyle is comfortable seeing you at your worst and won’t judge you for it. There is nothing more comforting or calming than Kyle’s presence. This man is nothing but soothing words and gentle touches. He’ll let you press you face into his chest, snotty nose and all, and won’t bat an eye. He’ll hold you if that’s what you need or sit beside you if you require space. If you don’t want him to talk at all and just want him to listen, he’ll do that too.

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You have a question for your teammates.

cw: 18+ | fem!Reader; cussing; sexism; implied teammates to lovers; humor; suggestive

It’s loud on the makeshift base in the field, right in the middle of buttfuck Estonia. You’ve been stuck here on a training exercise for the past three days now, along with different squads from other branches and international armies.

Large tents are lining up the vast field, each one housing a number of soldiers. Naturally, Price put you with the men despite you being the only woman. Where’s the logic in putting you in a single bunk if that luxury doesn’t exist behind enemy lines in a bloody safe house?

“Hello!” you chirp as you approach the half-circle your squadmates are sitting outside the marquee.

They look up from their MRE’s. Kyle’s nose is scrunched up as he pokes around the flavourless rice, veggies and chicken while Johnny eats his dessert biscuit first, and Simon shovels spoonful of anything into his mouth without looking, balaclava tucked up over his nose.

“’ello, doll,” Johnny greets you first, wiping crumbs off his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “Hi, princess,” Kyle follows, with Simon merely grunting with his mouth full.

Taking the empty seat in the circle, you sit down on hard ground and dry grass, criss-crossing your legs as you take out your water canteen.

“I have a question,” you announce.

“Awh, and ‘ere we go–” Simon rolls his eyes and you throw a pebble at him. “Hey, it’s important!”

Kyle chuckles. “What’s your question?” Johnny smacks his lips, reaches for his main meal after devouring the biscuit. “Aye, shoot.”

Once you’re sure that they’re all listening, you speak the question that has been burning on your tongue since seeking them out.

“What’s spit roasting?” you ask almost innocently.

Their reactions are immediate yet similar: Kyle sputters around the rim of his own canteen, water spilling as he caughs. Johnny’s bright blue eyes widen before he lets out a bark of laughter so loud, nearby soldiers turn around curiously. And Simon nearly chokes on his food, grabbing at his throat before smacking his own chest.

Needless to say, they’re all clearly shocked—and you still don’t know why.

It’s Johnny who catches his breath first: “Steamin’ Jesus, doll. Where’d ye hear that?”

Suddenly, you feel flustered, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you admit: “Some fellow officers asked me if I’ve ever gotten spit roasted by my teammates, and,” you shrug bashfully, “I assumed it means like... when someone insults you in a kinky and funny way?”

The three men share a glance that you can’t quite read before Kyle speaks up next:

“And what did you say, princess?”

There’s no backing down now, so you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the humiliation before answering.

“I joked and said: yeah, every day, and that’s when they started laughing before telling me that that’s exactly what they thought.”

Johnny bites the inside of his cheek in an attempt not to laugh at your expense again, and Kyle just scoffs as he shakes his head. Meanwhile, Simon’s expression darkens at the audacity of those officers itself, his grip on his utensils tightening.

“Tha’s whot they said to ya?” Simon enquires gruffly, side-eyeing your appearance with a protective glint in his tawny eyes, clearly holding back a frown with the lower half of his face exposed.

Still oblivious, you nod. “Uh–huh, yeah.” Your eyes flit to look at each of their faces, gauging their reactions. “So, what does it really mean? Did I ever get spit roasted by any one of you?”

“Ugh, Ah wish.” Johnny smacks a hand over his face, groaning a curse into his palm and earning a kick with his boot to the shin from Kyle.

“Oi, stop that right now, Tav!” The older Sergeant chides, brows furrowing sternly while the Scot snorts and snickers behind his hand, rubbing his leg with the other.

Suddenly, Simon pats his spoon against your knee, grabbing your attention.

“If I tell you whot it means, you’ll be a good girl and show us those officers, right? Say yes.”

You nod obediently, flashing a little smile as you try to ignore the way your cunt flutters at the cooed pet name.

“Yes, sir.”

“Atta girl.” Simon grumbles before leaning in conspiratorially while Johnny and Kyle keep bickering in the background. Instinctively, you lean in as well, heart thudding faster in anticipation.

“Means two blokes are fuckin’ ya simultaneously. One in yer pretty mouth–” He points his spoon at your face, holding eye-contact. “The other fuckin’ yer sweet cunt.” He shrugs his broad shoulders and his black fatigues stretch taut over bulging muscle before he adds just as crudely: “Or arse.”

Your mouth is agape as you peer up at him, lips parted as your eyes have widened with every word from him. And then Simon smirks, nudges his spoon under your chin to close your mouth. It all makes so much more sense now.

“Bloody hell, Lt.” Kyle utters across from you.

Johnny nods in approval and continues to eat as if nothing happened, speaking with his mouth full.

“Couldnae ‘ave said it better m’self, sir.”

Kyle hums, then shrugs and nods in quiet agreement.

“Olright, then,” the Lieutenant grunts, straightening up and cracking his neck from left to right before tidying up his tray. If on cue, both Kyle and Johnny start wrapping up, too.

“Now show us those bloody bastards who think they can mess with our girl.” He says, pulling his balaclava back into place.

Based on my real life experiences and obliviousness heh 🙂

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141 AS A BAND!!!

141 AS A BAND!!!

141 AS A BAND!!!

(Price does vocals, Ghost is your guitarist, Soap is on drums and Gaz is the bassist)

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me and the boys fr

boy's night

the next day

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wait... this sounds very interesting actually???

I will DIE on the beta!price hill and you will find my corpse rooted in place bc i ain't moving even in death!!!

Anyways beta!price who takes care of all his rutting and heating soldiers <3 he carefully tracks cycles and makes sure schedules line up, regularly meets with each member of the 141 to check if they need leave or a rut/heat buddy.

But for his closest soldiers, his best assets, hes a bit more involved. With how much time they spend together it was inevitable for cycles to cync up, and thank god ghost is willing to take the sergeants as heat partners.

So usually price reminds ghost to toss a sheath on any knives in the nest (yes, soap has been victim to an accidental nest stabbing) and makes sure everyone is well fed and hydrated. His men are pretty good about keeping eachother in check, so he just checks in during meals to make sure ghost hasn't drained them yet. Yes, he says the classic "you broken?" In the same exact tone he uses on the field. Yes, its caused some unfortunate pavlovian responses.

On the occasion that two of them are on an op or leave, price take care of the third. With soap or gaz he just needs alot of lube and to already have the food in the room. Its easy enough to bend over and let them fuck him until they're satisfied, even if price himself is worn out by the end.

With ghost its a bit more effort, but totally worth it to see his lieutenant so satisfied. Ghost has a specific knotted dildo he likes, so price tends to stuff him fill of cum them gives ghost the dildo to satisfy that omega instinct for a knot. Bonus it that ghost gets insanely cuddly afterward.

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They said it’s costume party💀

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Task Force 141 babes First time ever doing clean up but I made the error of not cleaning up my sketches as good as I should have. No matter, the next one will be better I swear

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Simon and the swings

(Not really proof read, just a silly drabble of little 141)

Price loves his boys. Strong, resilient, and capable, they were a perfect team. And an even better family. They mostly lived together. It was easier than renting out places that you aren't going to be living in during deployment. Price bought a modest farm house on an ache of land. Privacy, room to move and work out.

Room to play. Sure, if someone looked at Price's backyard, they'd be convinced he ran a small day care of 20 very big toddlers. But in reality, he and the boys had spent time building an elaborate playground for them to use when they regressed.

Swings, monkey bars, a small platform that had two slides, and a fireman pole. Price had to do a lot of research, and spent a lot of time tinkering and self testing, managed a small merry go round that could fit all four boys. Of course, the playground was a big hit, but outdoor time was always a given with the regressed boys.

Today, even Gaz was regressed, eagerly helping Roach climb up the platform stairs to the slide. Price watches happily, ready to settle down on his chair under the umbrella when he notices Ghost on his own in the swings. The little one sat alone, everyone more eager to run around and play, but he wanted to swing, wiggling and kicking his legs weakly to get some momentum.

"Oh bub.." Price coos softly under his breath, setting his lemonade down and starting to walk over. "What's going on here, little one?" He asks lovingly, crouching down on front of him. Simon let out a huff, a whine, and his pout pushes his pacifier against his mask. "Ah.. understood. Want me to give you a push?" He offers, smiling softly.

Simon smiles a little, nodding happily and reaching out to rub Price's beard. "Mm! Mmhmm!" He hums, stimming excitedly as his Papa gets up and starts to pull the swings chain back. Simon had spent so much of his childhood, so much of his life, being misunderstood, being left alone, and being told he was a burden when he couldn't communicate.

But now, it was like Price could take one look into his eyes, listen to one hum, and he knew what Simon needed. Price, let's go of the chain, grinning at the squeal Simon let's out as he swings forward. Price is careful not to let him go too high. Sometimes, Simon would accidentally lose grip on the chain, falling out of the swings. So until Price could finish the swings with a seat belt, he was going to stay close to the ground.

He looks over at the play structure, watching Johnny happily climbing around on the moneky bars. He knew he should be worried that he was crawling on all fours above the monkey bars, but there was no point in getting him to stop. If anything, Johnny could fall off, take a small breather, and after a few hugs and kisses, would go back to doing it. As if sensing Price's eyes on him, he looks over and grins.

"Hi Papa!!" He squeals before going back to concentrate on his crawling. Kyle was watching Roach come down the slide, helping the little one back onto his feet when he reached the bottom of the slide.

Simon let's out another happy squeal as he swings, making a small grunt sound that sound like he needed a break. Price holds onto the chains and helps him slow to a start, rubbing his back softly and kneeling beside him. "What's up, button?" He asks softly, Simon hums quietly with a little shrug. "Wanna go play now? Feel ready?" He offers, seeing a little smile from under his balaclava.

"Si! Wanna play?" Johnny asks, standing beside the swing out of nowhere. Price never fails to be amazed how quietly his boys can move, even when regressed. Simon squeaks happily, nodding a little as he climbs to his feet and toddles after the Scott. Price watches with a smile, staring at the scene in front of him before heading back to his chair.

They'd be napping good tonight.

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OH MY GOD YES PLEASE!!!

I'm being over taken by thoughts of baby Gaz and baby Soap.

Baby! Gaz and Soap who are inconsolable if they are not in each other's line of sight. Not kidding they will sit face to face just staring at one another and periodically giggling. Price swears they are using a telepathic regressor language only they can understand

Baby! Gaz and Soap who definitely have bickering fights, full of babbles and occasionally tears, and it always stems from them wanting the same blue crayon. It doesn't matter that there are 6 other blue crayons. They both want that one!

Baby! Gaz and Soap who nap together, snack together, take baths together, story time, tummy time, and outside time, they are inseparable and constantly tagging along with the other.

Baby! Gaz is getting sick, and Baby! Soap is absolutely miserable without his partner in crime. Simon has to have a lot of patience that week because it's full of tantrums, sobbing, and pleading to go see his best friend.

Baby! Soap who manages to sneak into Baby! Gaz's room for a cuddle and ends up getting sick

BABY GAZ BABY SOAP OH MY GOD MY SHAYLAS