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TASK FORCE 141 HEADCANONS

how your fwb would react to you sending a riskay pic and saying “do you like my necklace?:)”

reader afab. 18+. featuring: gaz, price, soap, simon.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

the moment he opens it, everything stops.

he’s standing in line for coffee - full daylight, in public, and you’ve just casually sent him something that looks like it belongs behind a goddamn password wall, captioned by an innocent little sentence: “new necklace, you like?:)”

he stares. squints. lowers the brightness on his phone like that’ll help.

then the corner of his mouth curves.

he calls you - you don’t pick up. then you get a text five minutes later, presumably after he’s removed himself from the general public’s vicinity.

“you are SO full of shit.”

you giggle like an absolute idiot and type back: “huh?”

he responds two seconds later.

“you send me the hottest photo I’ve ever seen in my life and ask about the fucking jewelry? that’s cold and you know it.”

the way he’s so riled up is exactly the type of reaction you were looking for. it only fuels you to keep going: “kyle. i just wanted to know what you thought of my necklace..”

“you want compliments? okay. the necklace’s nice. but the tits? phenomenal. stupidly good. brain-breaking.”

you don’t reply, too busy dying inside. a few mins pass before he sends you a final message:

“tell me when you’re free, no excuses. i’m making you repeat that pose.” followed up by: “but this time with your hands tied.”

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

john price is a simple man.

it shows in the way he texts. he’s usually blunt, direct, rarely more than a few words when needed. he says it’s the most efficient way to get a point across.

but you, however, have a point of your own. and today, it arrives in the form of a photo:

you. on your back in the midst of golden hour. nothing on. legs spread just enough with a thin little chain catching the light where it rests against your chest.

no caption needed, but you send one anyway. because you know better than anyone that the best way to get a rise out of john price is premeditated bratting with intent.

“like my necklace, sir? :)”

the moment he opens it, he hears you loud and clear. doesn’t reply for twenty minutes and you just smile like an idiot for it because you know what his silence is saying.

then, your phone dings.

“yes.”

you barely process it before another bubble pops up.

“reckon ill like it more when it’s dangling over my face while you’re riding me.”

you think that’s the end. that he’s made his point. but then he sends one final, simply devastating message.

“keep the door unlocked. i’m getting you pregnant tonight.”

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

you’re bored. haven’t seen johnny in a few days, and it’s starting to show - both of you restless, every conversation getting riskier. the tension’s thick - always is with him.

so naturally…you make it worse.

you send him the pic in the middle of the day.

he’s just finished a run, shirt stuck to his chest, breath still shallow, sweat dripping down his neck.

he glances at his phone and gets bloody flashbanged by your audacity.

full tits. bare skin. soft and smug and innocent-eyed wearing nothing but a delicate little gold chain, with the message below it reading: “like my necklace? :)”

you get four voice notes. immediately.

0:05 - “jesus christ-“

0:11 - “lass- fuck - ye cannae do that tae me in public. i almost walked into traffic - fucken hell-“

0:22 - “you’re sitten there looken’ like tha, asken about a fucken necklace? what necklace? i didnae see shite - i had tae go back and zoom in an nae ive go’ a problem. ive gone full blackout-“

there’s a brief lapse, a minute, maybe less. then:

0:07 - “yeah. nah. we’re fighten. i’m showen up, and you’re no walken right for a week.”

then he follows it up with a single text message, and makes your entire year.

“you do look beautiful by the way. can’t wait to rip that fucking thing off with my teeth.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

you know he’s deployed. you know he’s half a world away. you know it’s the middle of the night for him and you know damn well he’s been running back-to-back missions with no sleep.

you also know he hasn’t touched you in twelve days. hasn’t even seen you.

that’s exactly why you do it.

you wait until you know he’ll be checking in - brief comms window, satellite delay, whatever he can spare - and you send it:

a photo. close-up. bedroom light. completely bare, the thin gold chain you’re showing off just barely visible as it disappears down your chest and out of frame.

caption: “new necklace :)”

then, five minutes later, when he still hasn’t replied, you make it worse:

“been thinking about how frustrated you must be. poor thing.”

and then, to end your own life, you send one more:

“you’d cry if you saw what i just did with my fingers.”

the radio silence is so loud it’s deafening. you get no reply. no acknowledgment. nothing for hours. this doesn’t surprise you - simon riley is not a man to be teased. doesn’t matter where he is, what he’s doing, if he’s provoked in any way - he will be making good on it.

you wake up the next morning to a notification that he’s reacted to the picture with a heart, and a message - a text that makes your stomach drop and your thighs clench at the same time.

“you’re not going anywhere for three days when i get back. pack what you need. you won’t be walking when i’m done with you.”

then another, sealing your fate.

“be home tomorrow. next time you tease me mid-op, you better pray the enemy gets to me before i get to you.”

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed making it. they’re all filth.

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pussy drunk! simon pinning you down on the mattress, his big strong arms wrapped around your thighs as he absolutely devoured your cunt. “it takes a while for me to come,” you admitted shyly, turning away so he wouldn’t see the faint blush on your cheek. “don’ care luvie, could eat yer cunnie all day if i could.” simon didn’t care, his tongue lapping around your swollen folds as you dug your nails in his hair, tugging it ever so slightly. “told yer i luv to eat,” he groaned as your arousal dripped down his chin, getting completely drunk off your taste. “if i have to stay like this for an hour then i will, but yer gonna cum.” and when you did, so he did, blowing it in his pants without his dick getting wet.

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