#141 drabble

[iloveslasher]

Shatterpoint

Poly!141 (Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz) x Reader, where the team gets false intel that you’re a traitor. They interrogate you, torture you, break you. Then… they find out you were innocent all along. And the guilt hits like a freight train.

⚠️ TW: torture, betrayal, emotional and physical abuse, trauma, suicidal ideation, mental breakdown, dark themes. This is meant to explore emotional impact and consequences — not glorify it.

Johnny's POV, John's POV, Kyle's POV, Simon's POV, Finale.

“You didn’t even hesitate. That’s what hurts the most.”

They didn’t tell you why.

You were yanked from your bunk at 3 a.m., still in your t-shirt and boxers, bare feet scraping against cold concrete as Ghost slammed you into a wall.

You remember the panic — confusion turning into terror as a bag was shoved over your head. The sound of Zip-ties cutting into your wrists. A voice — Soap's — muttering under his breath, “Didn’t think it’d be you.”

Then came the cold room. No windows. One chair. Concrete walls that echoed your screams back to you like mockery.

You didn’t know what was happening. All you knew was that the men you loved were staring at you like a stranger.

Day 1.

You’re slapped awake. Ghost. His mask is impassive. His grip isn’t.

"Tell me who you're working for."

"What—Simon, please—I don’t know what you’re talking about—"

A punch to the ribs. Another. Your breath comes out in wheezing gasps. You see black for a moment.

Gaz stands in the corner. Silent. Not meeting your eyes.

Price lights a cigarette. Doesn’t even look at you. "Satellite intercept caught your comms. Secure line. Russian channel. That’s not protocol, soldier."

“I didn’t do that,” you gasp. “I swear to God, I didn’t.”

"You expecting us to believe that?" Soap spits. "We found encrypted flash drives under your bunk."

You feel the world tilt sideways. “I didn’t—those aren’t mine!”

Ghost grips your jaw, hard enough to bruise. “Lies won’t help you now.”

And the door closes.

Leaving you in darkness.

Day 3.

The bruises don’t hurt as much anymore. Or maybe you’ve just stopped feeling them.

They haven’t given you food. Water comes from a hose on the floor. You're curled into yourself like a wounded animal.

They come in again. This time, it's Price. Alone.

He kneels beside you, and for a second your heart jumps — you think, Maybe he believes me. Maybe he’ll stop this.

But he just holds up a photo.

A man you’ve never seen.

“This operative died 12 hours after your supposed recon mission. Want to explain why your voice was on the comms log?”

“I don’t know him.” Your voice is a rasp now. “Please. Please, John, you have to believe me.”

And he looks at you then — eyes colder than the steel walls. "You broke us."

And that hurts more than anything they’ve done to your body.

Day 5.

You stop fighting.

You’ve told them everything. Everything you could possibly say. There’s nothing left.

They want a confession. They want you to bleed guilt.

But you don’t have any to give.

So you shut down.

You stop crying. Stop pleading.

You stare past them when they talk. You flinch when they come near.

You wonder if death might be a mercy.

Soap notices first.

He comes in alone. Sits down across from you. You barely move.

“You stopped talking,” he murmurs.

You blink.

"You always talked too much." He forces a smile. It doesn't reach his eyes. “Remember when you snuck into my bunk and put salt in my coffee?”

You stare at the floor.

“Why didn’t you just tell us the truth?”

You finally look at him. Eyes bloodshot, face swollen and gaunt.

And you whisper: “I did.”

And something in his face cracks.

Day 6.

The door slams open. Something’s wrong.

Shouting in the hallway.

Footsteps. Rushed. Heavy.

Price enters, holding a laptop. His face is pale.

Ghost and Gaz follow. They look like they’ve seen a ghost.

"New intel came in," Price says slowly. He sets the laptop on the table.

You can’t lift your head.

“It was all falsified,” Ghost mutters. “The whole comms trace. The flash drives. Even the op photo.”

"Someone framed you," Gaz whispers. "You're innocent."

You laugh.

A wet, broken, bitter laugh that turns into a sob. Your body trembles with it. Not relief. No.

Just… nothing.

You’re empty.

They unshackle you. Bring you to medbay.

They try to talk. Apologize. Price kneels beside the bed, his voice hoarse. “We should’ve known. You’d never betray us.”

Ghost can’t even look at you. His gloved hands shake.

Soap sobs into your blanket. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing. I—I thought—”

You turn your head away.

You speak for the first time in hours.

“None of you even hesitated.”

Silence. Thick. Suffocating.

“You didn’t ask me. You didn’t trust me. You just… believed I could do that to you.”

Price places a hand on yours. “We were fed lies. We were wrong—”

You yank your hand away. “I would’ve died for you.” Your voice is a scream now. “And you left me in the dark and watched me fall apart. You let me think I was nothing.”

They don’t respond.

Because there’s nothing to say.

You don’t sleep for three days.

They keep trying to reach you. Gentle touches. Apologies.

But you keep the wall up.

Because how do you love someone again when they watched you break and didn’t stop it?

How do you come back from that?

Soap tries first. He sits by your bed every night. Tells you about stupid jokes, old memories.

Gaz brings you books. Movies. Sits in silence when you don’t want to speak.

Ghost watches from a distance, guilt carved deep into every glance.

Price… he cries once.

You wake up to him holding your hand. Silent tears running down his face.

But still. You don’t move.

Because some wounds run too deep.

And you don’t know if they’ll ever heal.

“I loved you.” “We still love you.” “…Then why did you destroy me?”

Hope you liked this fic! ❤️

[cupidsworstcrime]

Under qualified!Reader x TF 141

Killshot. A badass callsign, yeah? Given to you by the original team you joined all those years ago. Unfortunately for you, it was ironic. You couldn't shoot the paint off a barn wall.

The only reason you made it to the 141 was you were fairly decent with a line of code.

So imagine your surprise when you get deployed on a real mission. Like, a real big girl mission. Not just playing on the PC in Price's office in-between intel theft.

Now the men aren't stupid, you don't get to be in the front lines. You get to sit pretty at command and feed them instructions. Fine, yeah?

No!!! Not fine!!!

Cause you get made very quickly, and you are being stared down by a terrorist with a rifle and all you have is a glock you barely know how to clean.

Your comms are silent, so 141 immediately knows something is up. Price is closest when he hears shots fired straight from command.

When he gets there, the terrorist is dead on the floor. Quarter sized hole right between the eyes. Nice fucking shot.

He is baffled, but youre shaking like a leaf, gun still drawn out. He steps over the body and eased the glock from your hand.

"You hurt, swee'heart?"

You managed to shake your head right as the other 3 men crash into command.

You let out a shaky breath, "I was aiming for his knee..."

Price cant help his smile, his pebble is somehow both the most capable girl and the most defenseless one. He can't wait till you finally let him discharge you and keep you locked up at home.

Gaz is so sure you're lying now. Youve been hustling them right? That shot is too clean, baby

Soap? He's turned on. The fucking freak. Cmon bonnie, not everyday the lass of his dreams kills a man. By accident too??? He's practically humping your leg as he comforts you.

Simon has a frustrated tick in his jaw. He was going to be running you on shooting drills for the foreseeable future. Wont be letting his dovie survive on pure dumb luck.

One thing they agree on? You are never leaving base again.

(inspired by the LDSK ep of criminal minds....)

[penguinbuttcheeks]

retired!john price x afab reader

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retired!john price who never looked back once finally leaving the military to spend the rest of his life with you, the gentle gleam of his wedding band occasionally catching his eye, making his chest feel warm.

retired!john price who moves to the countryside of england with his precious bird, years of hard labour and deep rooted exhaustion finally seeping from his body as he learns to unwind, recline back with his missus and simply take life one day at a time.

retired!john price who slowly grows more pliable under your touch, hard muscles slowly buried beneath the soft pudge of his stomach, biceps and thighs, your head resting more comfortably against his shoulder than it ever has as the two of you fall asleep in each others arms each night.

retired!john price who learns to enjoy hobbies he had long discarded after enlisting, reading next to you in the living room as snow falls gently from the sky and the fireplace crackles, perhaps tediously sawing at wooden planks under the harsh summer sun, sweat rolling down his back as he works on the new dining table. he lifts his head, unable to stop the soft upward curl of his lips as you walk towards him with a plate of freshly cut watermelon, sitting on the deck of your property and watching the clouds roll by with you at his side.

retired!john price who gathers you in his arms, the stinging of unshed tears burning behind his eyes when you break the news of your pregnancy to him, large hand splaying across your stomach as he pulls you close, gentle lips pressing against yours.

retired!john price who’s forehead no longer creases, furrowed brows instead replaced with a content smile, crows feet leaving behind a permanent reminder of his newfound happiness.

retired!john price who’s eyes shine with love and adoration as he pauses his dish washing to watch you quietly hum to yourself, nursing your newborn child against your chest who is gently suckling with bleary blue eyes. just like his.

retired!john price who’s heart that was once fuelled by violence and bloodshed finally content and full because of you.

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I really want to write a poly 141 au loosely based on 'Ready or Not', but I don't know if I have the time (or ability).

I'm picturing reader marrying one of the boys, either Gaz or Soap. Either of them could be charming, winning you over, just a little vein of that too-bright intensity thrumming under the handsome face and sweet words.

Whoever it is (leaning towards Gaz), they bring you to meet the rest of the lads. 'Just a little ritual we have,' he'd reassure you. 'Just meet the squad, play some games, get to know each other.' You mean so much to him! And they do too, so naturally you should meet.

You'd have dinner together, a little awkward as the big guy in the mask just wouldn't stop staring. Wouldn't stop making comments that err just the wrong side of unsettling. Johnny, too. He'd be overly familiar, shockingly handsy, but your husband just wouldn't react. Instead, he'd lean back in his chair, fingers stroking yours as he did little more than watch. And the Captain... You'd feel weighed and stripped under his gaze. You came hoping for their blessing, hoping to please Kyle, but the approval in John's eyes would glint with something hungry.

Your shaking hands would pluck the 'hide and seek' card from the box, and Kyle would coo false comforts in your ear while the others at the table perked up. Bloodhounds catching a scent. You just have to make it through the night, that's all. There are lots of places to hide around the cabin, in the forest. They'd even give you a head start!

Of course, you don't stand much of a chance. You'd hold out surprisingly long, and there'd be a few near-misses. But eventually, your luck would run out...

I'm not sure how to go about it, how to show the violence (since obviously reader survives! But i kind of want a slasher vibe too?). And once they catch you, the real fun begins 👀🖤 (obvs this is going to be dark).

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Anyway, I'm swamped with finishing other fics on my list. Don't know if/when I'll get around to this.

[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

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[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

simon riley with his favourite cam girl

cw: masturbation

simon didn’t care that all of his money went to a girl that he didn’t know, a girl that was filming herself behind the camera.

“thanks for the donation sr141,” your shy face flashing a smile as you slowly untied the front piece of your shirt, his eyes glued to the screen savouring each moment. simon’s cock chubbed in his hands, slow strokes as his eyes remained trained on the screen.

he’s seen your naked body numerous of times, but yet every time you undid your clothes it felt like the first time all over again.

it was adorable just how shy you were, the faint blush in your cheeks as you displayed your pretty glossy cunt to the camera, playing it with your hands.

sr141 sent $400 > look so pretty baby

he almost came in his pants when you flashed the camera a smile. “thanks for the donations again,” you mumbled softly as you took out a toy - a dildo. “i wanted to do something new, maybe a toy?” you asked the chat as you held it up. god, what simon would do to be that.

the chat spammed with responses, sometimes he wished that it was a private call - these men didn’t deserve you.

sr141 commented > please, want to see your pretty lil cunt take it

he watched as you gently rubbed it along your glossy cunt, making it glisten with your arousal before sinking in. “it also vibrates,” you moaned as you thrusted it in and out of your cunt. simon was mesmerised, the way your cunt took the toy all the way in made him imagine how it felt to be buried deep snuggly in your cunt.

would you feel as tight as he imagined? would you make all those pretty noises you were making now?

sr141 commented > turn up the vibrations pretty, want to watch you fall apart

the way you blushed whenever simon commented didn’t go unnoticed, it added to his delusions that maybe you noticed him, maybe he would be offered a private call.

his strokes moved with yours, watching the way your body trembled when you turned on the vibrations, small moans coming in between your laboured pants. you were already making a damn mess on the bed, and you haven’t even came.

“‘m gonna cum, it’s too much,” you whined as your hips buckled, simon fantasying that he was the one in between your legs, tongue deep inside your cunt savouring your taste. sometimes he wondered maybe, just maybe he would make a special appearance. flaunting that he has a pretty girl to fuck in front of the cameras, claiming you.

the moment you came so did he, spilling his thick cum all over his calloused palms as he watched you lay breathless.

sr141 > just came with you baby, you were amazing

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[batsybat91]

"No, no, no, you have to believe me!!" Soap argues with Gaz. "He has a little fiancée who lives in a cottage with him! She planted flowers in his walkway! And she scolded him for crushing them when he was piss drunk!"

"Ghost doesn't even like flowers," Gaz sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this is the hundredth time he's heard this. Maybe it is, knowing Soap. "Not unless they're dead, I reckon."

"I swear it on me mum and me sisters!" Soap exclaims, raising his right hand as if swearing on the Bible. "She had a little bookcase under her telly, and embroidered throw pillows on the couches! With blankets softer than anythin' I have ever seen!"

"Enough!" Price grumbles, sitting up from his chair like a father who has heard enough bloody arguing. "Soap, stop making up stories. Gaz, stop instigating shit."

"No, no! Cap, you gotta believe me!" Soap begs. "She answered the door in a pink slip gown! She had paintings of flowers on her walls! With butterflies!"

"Oh, aye, and d'ya suppose she had curlers in her hair?" Price snorts. "I've been to Ghost's house, Soap. It has movie posters, pinup girls, and ashtrays. Nothing like what you're saying."

"How long ago was that?!" Soap exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

"I'd say about two years ago," hums Price, scratching his beard thoughtfully.

Just then, Ghost walks into Price's office, where the boys had been idly chatting. Price offers him a cigarette, which Ghost refuses. "My lady asked me to stop smokin'," he grunts. "Started chewin' gum instead."

"Oh, right." Gaz tosses a crumpled sticky note at Ghost. "You and Soap are trying to play a prank on us, innit?"

"It's real!" Soap shouts, exasperated.

"What's real?" Ghost crosses his arms.

"The woman at your house! In the pink nightie with the pretty eyes and the flowers!" Soap points at him with an accusing finger. "Your fiancée."

Ghost just shrugs and makes a noncommittal noise. Price and Gaz are still looking at Soap like he needs to be locked up in an asylum.

"Johnny, I'm going to ask this gently," Gaz begins. "Are you bloody mental?! Makin' up a story like this?"

"It's not!" Soap whines. "She's real! She told me I could check on him the next morning after he got shite-faced at the bar!"

"She give you a kiss on the cheek too?" Gaz mock-pouts at Soap.

"She better not have," Ghost growls.

All three heads turn to look at him in unison, the argument falling silent. "What?" Price and Gaz ask while Soap leaps out of his chair.

"I fucking-! I fucking told you so!" he stammers. "Tell 'em, Ghost!"

Ghost shakes his head. "Keepin' her safe, Johnny. Not that you'd understand that."

Part I

Part III

Tags: @xylov, @just-lilita

[khioneee]

simon is one of the girls (sort of)

boyfriend!simon was always invited to girls’ night—not out of obligation, but because everyone genuinely wanted him there. he fit into the group effortlessly, his quiet, protective presence becoming a staple at every gathering. whether it was lounging around in pajamas with face masks on or heading out for a wild night at the club, boyfriend!simon was part of the plan.

if it was girls’ night, boyfriend!simon was there. need someone to open a bottle of wine? he had it uncorked in seconds. carrying heavy bags for a night in? already done. if the group was heading to the club, simon was always the first to volunteer to drive everyone home safely at the end of the night.

boyfriend!simon never overstepped, but he wasn’t a silent bystander, either. when conversations got lively, he’d chime in with the perfect sarcastic remark or sly observation, earning a mix of giggles and mock glares. and when a topic turned to relationship drama, he always gave it to you and your friends straight.

“dump the bloke,” he’d say bluntly, not even looking up from his drink. “if i hear his name one more time, i’m blocking his number myself.”

your friends always groaned, but soon enough, they started messaging him directly for advice.

out on the town, boyfriend!simon was the designated protector. no one had to ask—he was always at the edge of the group, watching for anything suspicious. he made sure no one lingered too close, and if someone tried to chat up one of your friends unwantedly, simon’s presence alone was enough to send them packing. if they didn’t get the hint, simon would step forward, voice low and deadly calm: “you’ve got somewhere else to be, mate.” that always did the trick.

despite his intimidating size, boyfriend!simon never felt out of place during your quiet nights in. he sat comfortably among blankets and pillows, scrolling on his phone as face masks dried and reality tv droned in the background. your friends teased him mercilessly about it, but he didn’t mind.

“you’re basically one of us now, si,” one of them joked once.

he gave a small shrug, not looking up. “just don’t expect me to paint my bloody nails, yeah?”

with boyfriend!simon around, you and your friends could relax fully, knowing he’d take care of everything—from heavy bags to creeps at the bar. he wasn’t just there for you—he was there for everyone you cared about, making sure nothing went wrong on his watch.

one night, after everyone had left and it was just the two of you, you leaned into him, curious. “why are you so sweet to my friends?”

boyfriend!simon didn’t miss a beat, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he answered softly, “because they mean a lot to you—and you mean everything to me.”

an. i desperately need a man like him.

[beloveds-embrace]

Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-

Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…

Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.

Never too heavy for me, doll.

[tojisteddy]

So convinced John, Simon and König have big babies.

Big, chunky, chubby cheeked, 90th percentile, rolls on their arms, stomach and legs, doe eyed cabbage patch kids, babies.

They are the closet thing you or him are going to get to angels on this earth. They the cutest babies known to man. You don’t know how you managed to push such a big baby out of you, but you got the more adorable (and hungry) little thing known to man.

John, the old man, is almost appalled when the three of you get home and three months in, none of planned baby clothes or diapers can fit any of their clothes cause they’re so small. John definitely has a baby with such chubby cheeks, they’re like big mochi balls and have the cutest boba tea eyes that match yours. John fucking loves it. Cutest thing alive. The man can not say no to the babe for anything. Whatever the baby gurgles or cries for, John gives you that pout to match it.

Simon, always encouraging play time. Even when your baby can’t roll over, Simons giving the best examples (after pushing the coffee table and the couch out of the way) in the living room. A loooong baby, everyone so sure they’ll be tall. Your grandma can barely even lift them when they hit 9 months, they’re a heavy little thing. Simon is one of the few who can hold the baby in just one hand. Always eager to hold the baby in his arms, asking to help him put the carrier on so you can take (another) break.

And König who has to explain when your signing the baby up for daycare that his baby big baby is just 1 years old and not 3, who just started walking and has all those cute little rolls on his arms and legs, And yes, forced the 6’5 man to face his anxiety head on, still shy as ever and quietly apologizing after your child goes up to strangers like he knows them and babbles their heads off. But he’s right there, watching shows like Ms.Rachel, Blues Clues, Kipper abd Little Einsteins and singing along softly to all the songs. Your baby sat in his lap and enjoying every moment of it.

a/n: so unserious and probably ridiculously inaccurate. I just thought it’d be cute if these men had big babies.

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[vynlrecord]

♡ You were Simon’s, there was no doubt about it but just because you were his, didn’t mean he couldn’t share you. And with the men he trusted most? It was a no brainer - (word count: 1k) MDNI

He saw how you acted around them, nothing like the way you were with him of course, it was subtle but it was there.

Your eyes drifted to Kyle a lot when he was around yours and Simon's house, lingering a little too long for Simon to not notice. Or the way you’d get all shy whenever Price complimented you, even your breath hitching when Soap got a little too close, friendly hands wandering a little more than they perhaps should.

He didn’t mind at all, quite the opposite, the guys were an extension of him, you getting along with them was exactly what he wanted.

“Si, no- I wasn’t looking at them like-”

“Sshhh, it’s okay, I’m not mad, baby.” He’d say softly as he held you close one evening, “You don’t need to lie to me, I know you get shy whenever I mention it but I don’t mind sharing with em’, you know this.” 

And it was true, he’d made light jokes about it, way too often to not be hints that he did in fact want this.

His only rule, aside from your safety and comfort, was the location. He truthfully didn’t care where it was as long as you were happy but not your shared bedroom. Simon wouldn’t necessarily consider himself a sentimental man but there was something traditional in him that wouldn’t allow that, that bedroom was yours and his, not meant for anyone else.

Simon would never leave you to fend for yourself either, he trusted them, yes but even he knows it would be like throwing a lamb to a pack of wolves, hands always grabbing, always needing, wanting more.

He would be there the whole time, a comforting presence. He always had a hand on you in some capacity, playing with your hair, holding your hand, even gently caressing the skin of your ankle. And he never strayed, you were always in a position where you could see him, regardless of the guys, you’d always be able to read his lips and vice versa.

He called the shots, well you did, but he was able to rein in the guys when they got a bit much. Sometimes he just needed to give their leash a tug to remind them that they weren’t in charge.

Soap was greedy and very very touchy, eager in his movements, messy kisses that were a little too fast for you to keep up with, vulgar words that were a little too much for you before you’d even adjusted to the situation. 

Simon could sense your shyness from a mile away, you didn’t say anything about Soap’s eagerness but you didn’t need to, he knew what you liked and what you didn’t.

“Nuh uh, ease up Johnny.” He’d say calmly, didn’t need to get angry about it, he knew Soap meant no harm, just a tad too excited and you needed a moment to catch up, “Don’t push 'er, let her take the pace, yeah?”

Instantly a sheepish apology spilled from Soap’s lips, his touch much gentler after that, words much sweeter. He peppered kisses along your skin, murmuring praises and thank you’s as he let you guide his hands where you wanted them and when.

Soap adored the sounds you let out once your shyness had subsided and he’d learnt to pay more attention to the way you liked his fingers sliding through your folds, before curling so perfectly inside you.

It didn’t matter how much the guys wanted this, wanted you, they listened to Simon’s calls and he listened to you. Whether it was through your own words or your body language, Simon knew how to set the pace, to make sure it was good for you all, but specifically for you, after all, your comfort was his priority.

Kyle was more patient, didn’t want to overwhelm you and force you to handle 3 men at the same time, opting for lingering touches and gentle kisses as Soap thrust into you. Everything he did was accompanied by a silent question, wanting to know if it was okay to touch your breasts like that or if you were comfortable with the pace when your lips were wrapped around his cock and his hips thrust just slightly.

“Bein’ such a good girl for Kyle, sweetheart.” Simon would whisper softly.

He’d picked up on Simon’s ways of doing stuff, how the two of you were together which is what made him so thoughtful in the moment, knowing how to approach it carefully and Simon appreciated it, smirking to himself whenever you shivered under Kyle's touch.

He’d nod his head at Kyle, encouragement and a silent thank you at how he treated you and he’d be met with one back. Kyle was eager to make you feel good and also show Simon he could behave like this if ever given the chance again.

And Price? Well Price didn’t need warnings, nor a need to prove himself to Simon, he knew how to take care of you and Simon knew it too. He was more sure of his movements, guiding you gently into the positions he wanted, knowing exactly where to touch you to make you feel good.

Simon didn’t doubt Kyle or Johnny’s skillset but he did smile at your reactions with Price, noises slipping a little more freely from you, like you couldn’t hold back on them even if you tried.

And he couldn’t ignore the obvious, Price had made you cum more than the others. Not that the others had failed to, just that Price was a little less dependent on asking, unlike them he knew he was in a position where he could take the lead. Ignoring your pleas for his cock as he had you come twice on his tongue and fingers alone, before he even considered slipping his cock into you.

If at any point you felt overwhelmed with all of their hands on you, Price would notice it, slowing down his movements as he’d gently murmur against your ear, “Look at him, doll.”

And without fail, you'd glance over and Simon would be there, a reassuring smile on his face, a silent question of 'are you okay?' as he reached a hand out for you to take, fingers intertwining as a smile crossed your face too. 

You nodded at his silent question, no words were said but you knew what he was asking. You knew you could stop if you wanted but with the four of them, you felt safe enough to let yourself melt under their touches and Simon would be there, always following your lead.

[penguinbuttcheeks]

simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader x fwb!johnny ‘soap’ mactavish - bet

suggestive content, no explicit smut

₊˚.༄:፣ 𓏲࿐࿔ ˚˖° ₊˚.༄:፣ 𓏲࿐࿔ ˚˖° ₊˚.༄:፣ 𓏲࿐࿔ ˚˖° ₊˚.༄

𓏲࿐࿔ ˚˖° ₊˚.༄:፣ 𓏲࿐࿔ ˚˖° ₊˚.༄ 𓏲࿐࿔ ˚˖° ₊˚.༄:፣ 𓏲࿐

- it was a bet that you and johnny had agreed on amidst rapid gunfire, the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air, fuelled by purely adrenaline and your will to survive.

- you had almost won. almost.

- the two sergeants were always bickering, two friends that seemingly never seemed to get along from an outsiders perspective. those that were close though, knew that it was all in good nature.

- ghost had been there too, grumbling over the comms as you two argued back and forth, warning you that you were biting off more than you could chew.

- oh, if only you had listened.

- now here you were in soap and ghost’s shared quarters on base, sat on your knees before the sergeant with the lieutenant lazily leaning against the headboard of his bed as he occasionally glanced up from his phone to look at the two of you with emotionless eyes.

- the pretty black collar around your neck felt heavy as soap ensured he was able to fit two fingers between the leather and your skin, grinning down at you triumphantly while gripping the silver chain in his other hand.

- “this is degrading”

- “a deal’s a deal, lass”

- you wanted nothing more than to slap the smug bastards grin clean off of his face, cheeks flushed red in humiliation.

- he seemed to take pride in watching your face heat up, seeing the tears in your eyes as he talked down on you. prick.

- “might jus’ have to bring this in t’the bedroom with us next time”

- ghost scoffs at johnny’s words, returning his attention back to his phone with clear disinterest.

- this wasn’t anything new. he had grown used to the shenanigans that occurred within the confines of his shared living space.

- it’s why he rarely spent his free time there to begin with.

- soap stands, dropping the leash to the floor as he makes his way to the entrance of their barracks, momentarily glancing over at ghost from over his shoulder .

- “keep the lass in line, aye? still got a debrief te attend,” soap muses before shutting the door behind him.

- sneaky fucking bastard.

- the silence in the room is loud, your heart rate rapidly picking up at the sound of rustling behind you, not daring to look back at the large man as his shadow slowly approached, swallowing your kneeling figure in darkness from the dingy ceiling light overhead.

- “c’mon pup, we’ll teach you some new tricks for johnny, yeah?”

- the disinterested gleam in simon’s eyes has all but vanished, hidden lips pulled in to a faint smirk beneath his black balaclava that you can barely make out when you finally meet his gaze.

- perhaps ghost doesn’t mind the mischief you and johnny get up to after all.

[lapetitepatisserie]

cod × fem!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.

“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.

“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.

You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.

“I’m talking about this one.”

[itsoutrageouss]

More Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley coming into your room at night, no words needed. Follow up on my last post.

His hands are gripping your waist and your tummy, but not only that, he’s actually dragging you downwards with all his strength, pawing at you so your body scoots down the bed, onto his face, ruffling the sheets. The sounds he makes are unholy and like nothing you’ve heard. He’s always barking orders, grunting in disapproval. Now he’s moaning, nearly whining into the wet mess he’s making between your thighs, spit and slick everywhere.

You can’t even see him, only faint moonlight illuminating his bulging arms and head snug between your thighs. You still haven’t said a single coherent word since he came in, running a hand through his short hair, tugging in a way that makes his whole body shiver. He can’t breathe and he fucking loves it, feeling the stress melt from his muscles with every flutter of your hole around his tongue, cramming it inside you.

Everything is a haze. You had been asleep, and now your lieutenants stern, usually hidden mouth was enveloping as much of your pussy as it could and just slurping. Your thighs quivered around his head, feeling worshipped with the way his hands pulled and pulled on your flesh to get you closer.

He inhaled sharply, groaning in his exhale as his shoulders relaxed. You were his free therapy right now. It wasn’t even for you, because he moved up your body at a crucial second, unconsciously edging you. An annoyed whine left your lips, but he was quick to silence you with two fingers slipping between your lips, calloused fingertips pressing down onto your tongue.

“Good to me” was the first words spoken. His voice was hoarse, quiet and you weren’t sure if he was talking more to himself than to you, his eyes narrowed as they observed the way spit pooled at the corners of your lips as you suckled his fingers in contentment. It sounded almost like a surprised observation as it fell from his spit slicked lips.

You blinked up at him in the darkness, spreading your legs to accommodate his wide hips as he slotted them between your thighs.

Your hand curled around his wrist and gently pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. “Can be even better,” you whispered softly, an innocent expression on your face that he found cruel because how could you look at him like that? He had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to gather his bearing before he looked at you again.

“Show me” he commanded lowly, lowering his chin, his expression dark and set like the lieutenant he was.

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

loser simon riley unaware that he is largely endowed getting laid for the first time

cw: loss of virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, simon is down bad

simon getting pussy for the first time and doesn’t know how to act

“fuck si, your huge,” your hand gently stroking his cock, as he tried his best to not come right there and then. everything felt like a wet dream, a pretty girl like you all dolled up fisting his cock as you kissed his neck, perched up on his lap. your pretty pink lace panties tossed on the floor as you grinned on his muscular thighs, the idea of his cock deep inside you made you feel little achy in between your legs.

“i don’t know if it’ll fit,” you whined as you rubbed it along your glossy cunt, his cock painfully hard as he smeared the pre cum all over you. “it’ll fit, i promise,” simon groaned when you gently nudged his sensitive tip to your soppy hole, barely in and he was already a mess.

he would make it fit, god he would do anything to feel your small cunt around him.

you sank down inch by inch, but the stretch was too much, burning slightly as your cunt accommodated to his length. “is it all the way in si?” your voice trembling as you bit down on your glossy lip, your body already trembling.

“almost half way,” his large tatted hands gently holding your sides, “please, i need all of you.”

simon didn’t care if he sounded pathetic, because he was. he was so god damn desperate to feel something other than his calloused hands, or the stupid flesh light that he got.

“please, jus’ a lil more, i’ll make you feel good, please.” he begged, barely half way in and your cunt felt so warm, so welcoming - he couldn’t just let you go.

slowly you took him all the way in, your body shaking as the prominent bulge in your stomach was displayed, your breaths coming out in pants.

“i’ll make you feel good, i promise.”

his thrusts were awkward at first, you were just so damn tight like you are sucking him back in, barely pulling out a few inches before slamming back into you.

“too big si,” your nails slowly digging into his skin as your gummy walls clenched around him. “you can take it, yer doin’ so well.” he cooed softly as his mind went hazy with pleasure, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he bounced you on top of him.

you were like his personal flesh light, so warm and loving, your sweet cunt tightly snug against his cock - god he wasn’t going to stop.

his thrusts turned sloppy, the sound of skin slapping filled the room as you bounced mindlessly on his cock. you were too damn cock drunk to even think, his fat tip hitting all of your sweet spots.

“si, i think i’m gonna come.” the comment alone snapped simon out of his trance. the thought of you clenching tightly around him, whilst you came on his cock, it dribbling down almost made him come right there and then.

he wrapped his tatted arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as he thrusted into your cunt harshly, your body trembling trying to get away from the amount of pleasure. “stay here please, i’ll make you feel good,” simon mumbled as he held you tightly in his arms,

the moment you came so did he, the feeling of your walls clenching around him was too much, he wasn’t used to it after all - only the feeling of his rough palms and the loveless toy.

“did you just-”

“fuck ‘m sorry, you just felt too good.” he grimaced at his apology, his hands wrapped your waist as if he didn’t want to let you go. “jus’ one more please?”

his eyes glued to the way his cum slowly oozed out of your cunt.

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[swordsandholly]

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

Total ditz to be precise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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