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[gloomwitchwrites]

Poppy~!! I saw that you're taking requests now and I wanted to know, if reader had to pretend to be the spouse of a 141 member for a brief undercover mission, how do you think that would go? 🤭 I'm thinking maybe someone has a love they think is unrequited until they discover it isn't, someone else was indifferent to the act but ended up enjoying the scenario too much, another one maybe was just waiting for a chance to pin you down and this is a prime opportunity, and maybe someone else was already involved in a secret relationship and now they're "married", so it works out perfectly? Idk idk, this is my first time requesting anything from you and I am just so excited to see where you would take this idea! Thank you so much for your time, love ya!! 💖

Anon, I know you asked for this forever ago, but I never forgot about it! I certainly went the naughty route with this one. I hope that's okay! These men are thirsty, and they're salivating over the opportunity to be flirty and forward. Enjoy!

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Task Force 141 x 141!fem!reader

Content & Warnings: swearing, brief alcohol use, flirting, vaginal fingering, piv penetration, sex club, fake relationships, mutual pining, dirty talk, voyeurism

Word Count: 2.4k

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John Price

“You clean up nice.”

“Not so bad yourself.”

Captain Price’s smile is sultry and glowing, his gaze hungrily devouring every inch of you. This is a mission. This man is your superior. And yet he’s always John to you. Your John. The man you love and secretly meet when others aren’t around.

Over his shoulder the setting sun bathes the ocean in a beautiful orange, almost as if the water is on fire. The two of you linger on a balcony overlooking the ocean, pretending that the two of you are married and in simple conversation. Within is a party. Live music. An open bar with flowing liquor. Waiters with hor d'oeuvres.

Malta is beautiful. It might be summer, but the air is surprisingly cool. The salty breeze sticks to your skin. John reaches out, brushes away a few salty flecks with the pad of his thumb. He brings it to his mouth, moaning softly.

“Be professional,” you scold with a teasing smile.

“I am,” he croons. “To them, you’re my wife.” He leans in, brushing his lips along your ear. “And my wife deserves attention.”

As his lips land on your throat, licking up the bit of wayward ocean salt, John’s hand delicately grasps your ass, squeezing.

“We have a job to do,” you murmur, grasping his arm, giving him more of your throat.

“We have the whole week. Target isn’t going anywhere. Not when he’s the honored guest.”

“Champagne?”

John draws back, shifting his stance to block your view of the waiter. “Thanks, mate,” grins John, snagging two flutes. He offers you one.

“This isn’t a vacation,” you chide, taking the flute. The bubbly liquid bursts and fizzes on your tongue.

“We’re in Malta. Staying in a castle. And I get to spend the week referring to you as my wife.” John takes your hand, his thumb brushing over the gold band on your finger. “Think I like this.”

“You think?”

John glances up, and your heart stops. “Would you like that? Wearing a band that marks you as mine?”

“John,” you breathe.

“Say yes,” he murmurs. “And we’ll go back to the room right now.”

“You’d risk the mission just to fuck me?”

“No question, love.”

John’s hand descends again, cupping your ass, squeezing roughly. “If you don’t want to go back to the room and fuck—”

“Oh, stop,” you giggle, smacking his chest.

“—then how about we have a dance.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

Your cheeks flame as you turn away from the faces in the room.

It’s not that any of them are really looking at you, or where Johnny’s hand is, or what he’s doing with his fingers. Nearly everyone else in the room is doing something lecherous—something dirty. Johnny is simply fitting in, pushing the agenda, making those around him believe that he’s fingering his wife and not his fucking teammate.

“You’re a fucking lucky man.”

You roll your eyes, and then stifle a moan as Soap pinches your clit between thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, aye,” croons Johnny, nipping your earlobe. “The luckiest.”

Burying your face in Soap’s neck, your breathing quickens, nails digging into his shoulder. A little moan escapes you, but it’s eclipsed by others who are much louder.

This wasn’t part of the mission. The mission was to attend this gathering, for Soap to be nothing more than a businessman seeking a lucrative deal, and you nothing more than his pretty arm candy. What wasn’t supposed to happen was a fucking orgy.

The target in question is sitting in a lounge chair next to Johnny, his mistress in his lap, legs spread open so the whole room can see her bouncing on his cock. They aren’t the only ones engaged in sexual activity. Most of the room is doing something, or they’re watching.

Noticing the shift, Johnny had dragged you into his lap, situating you so that he could easily finger-fuck you but no one would be receiving a show. For that, you’re thankful, but fuck, you weren’t expecting this, let alone enjoying it as much as you are.

With perfect precision, Soap rocks two fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit in tandem with his movements. The orgasm sprouts, blooms, explodes in color. You bite down on Soap’s shoulder to muffle the cry.

“She’s a lovely thing,” the target groans, and the blissful mood dissipates.

“Careful,” growls Soap. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

You’re fake wife, you mentally correct. But you smile, preening with the way Soap stakes a claim.

Johnny’s hand starts up again, and you shiver.

“You’re doing so well, lass,” he whispers against your ear. “So fucking tight.” Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and Soap groans.

With his other hand, Johnny tugs at the front of his pants, opening the fly. Reaching down, you slip your hand underneath, grasping his cock. Johnny’s eyelids flutter, and when he looks at you, you understand the silent communication. Like everyone else in this room, the two of you will be expected to fuck.

Better him than a stranger.

Johnny helps, bringing you into his lap as your stroke him to hardness. This will never leave this room. You will never mention this to the rest of the team. As you sink down on him, Soap adjusts your dress, covering what’s happening beneath. You grasp the back of his neck, using it as leverage to come down on him as he pumps up into you.

You press your forehead against his, exchanging breaths.

“Making a proper wife of you,” he teases.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” you smile.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“We look good together.”

Kyle’s comment catches you off-guard. “What?” you laugh, pressing your hand to your fluttering stomach.

He saunters up beside you, lowering his head in an intimate familiarity. “Captain made the right call. Putting us together.”

You giggle, lightly pushing him with a carefully placed hand to the middle of his chest. “It’s pretend, Kyle. We’re bugging the place and then we’re leaving.”

“We can have a bit of fun,” he smiles, tapping the tip of your nose. “We’re married.”

His teasing and playful smile is warming something low in your belly. You’ve always had a soft spot for Garrick, but you’ve never pushed it any further than some light teasing.

“Fake married, sergeant.”

Kyle drapes his arm around your back and over your hip, pulling you in close. “Need to act like we love each other.” Slowly, and with such affection your heart skips a beat, Kyle presses his lips to your throat.

You twist out of his grasp, flustered and overwhelmed by the attention. But Kyle is all smiles, reaching for you again as the two of you walk up to the house. An “Open House” sign with an array of balloons is out front. Several groups of couples and realtors in suits linger out front chatting about the lawn. The house itself is large, bordering on mansion.

But you and Kyle aren’t there to house shop.

This home is owned by a wealthy businessman. He used to make his money on real estate, but now he’s shifted into drugs and weaponry. More lucrative. Under the table. This home is just one of many targets. The goal is to bug it.

There might be a “for sale” sign out front, but it’s for show. The property already has a buyer. This is just to make it look legit.

“Welcome. I’m Heather.”

Heather, the realtor, extends her hand. Kyle accepts it, keeping his other hand attached to your lower back.

“It’s a beautiful home,” replies Kyle. “Eager for a look.”

Heather beams. “It really is stunning, isn’t it?”

“How big are the bedrooms?” asks Kyle. “Plan on growing our family. Space is important.”

“You’ll love the master. Lots of room,” replies Heather, gesturing toward the open front door. “The rest of the bedrooms have a good range in size to be used as bedrooms for children. Office space. A nursery.”

“Hear that, love,” smiles Kyle. “Lots of options.”

“Sounds like we need to take a look,” you say with an easy smile, leaning into Kyle’s arm.

“Grab a refreshment and explore. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thank you,” nods Kyle, urging you further into the house.

When the two of you are out of earshot, you pinch his arm. “You’re having far too much fun.”

Kyle chuckles. “Don’t like the idea of me knocking you up?”

“Kyle,” you hiss, smacking his arm.

“They’d be cute little buggers.”

You smack him again.

“Could start now.”

You playfully dart away. “We have a house to bug,” you hiss.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“He likes a show.”

“I know,” you murmur, pressing closer to Simon’s chest.

He’s being a gentleman about the whole fucking thing, and for that, you’re thankful, but neither of you expected this when you agreed.

“Won’t come otherwise. Need him alone.”

You sigh, tapping your forehead against Simon’s bare chest repeatedly. “Why did he have to be a voyeur.” Simon’s rumbling chuckle is soothing.

He runs his hands up and down your back. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Gentleness isn’t what I’m worried about,” you murmur. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Simon’s arms tighten around you, his tone dropping to a teasing tone. “Think I won’t make you come?”

You bark a laugh, and then stifle it by smothering your face into his chest. “You’re not funny.”

“It’s only for a bit.” Simon grasps the back of your neck, drawing you back so he can gaze into your eyes. “All they know is that we’re married and we like it when people watch. Which is why the target is interested. We need him to watch us. To get comfortable. Let his guard down. The team will swoop in and take care of the rest.”

You inhale deeply. “I’m ready.”

“Are you?”

You nod, and Simon draws your mouth to his. It’s tender. Soft. A ghost of a touch. You open for him, and Simon dives in, tongue meeting tongue. You grow dizzy. Light-headed. When he breaks the kiss, you almost stumble.

Simon smirks. “You can pretend that you like me.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

You grasp his hand, pushing back the black curtain, revealing the dimly lit room. The edges of the room are all in shadow, but in the center, where the lone light illuminates, is an elevated platform. It’s covered in plush black velvet and pillows. An altar. You lead Simon to it, swaying your hips in a slow dance.

Just as you turn toward Simon, you glimpse the target seated in the corner. Most of his face is obscured, but you recognize the shape. If Simon notices him, he doesn’t show it. His attention is fully on you, his dark eyes burning behind the half-skull mask. You have a matching one, also in black to pair with the lace bralette and panties.

Simon’s hands are everywhere, grasping, touching. His lips find yours, and you sink into him, trying to focus only on him. That is the point after all, to pretend that he’s your husband, that you’re here for him to fuck you in front of others.

And that’s exactly what he does.

The intensity in which Simon puts you on your back, strokes your legs, and opens you wide is more than a job. He is worshiping you, lips traversing over every inch, hands touching everything. You groan and gasp, arching into his embrace, crying out when his tongue finds your sensitive clit.

You don’t care that there are others in the room. That you’re being watched. It’s nice, actually, to be desired in both ways.

“Taste so good,” groans Simon, running his tongue over your pussy.

You’re lost in him, and when Simon ascends to slot is cock at your entrance, your legs fall wider. Hooking his arms around your legs, Simon thrusts relentlessly, each connection pushing bright bursts of air from your lungs.

The pleasure of him inside you is so profound, that you don’t realize the room is being stormed by men in tactical gear until Simon throws himself atop you, shielding your body from view. He acts protective, and in moments the room clears, and the target is dragged away. You cling to him, unmoving, both of you breathing heavy.

“We should go, shouldn’t we?” you ask after a few lengthy seconds. Simon remains where he is, unmoving. His cock is still inside you. “Simon?”

His lips find yours again, and then he’s thrusting, lifting you against him. “Need to finish pleasing my wife.”

“Simon. I’m not your wife,” you whimper as he grinds his hips against you.

“Oh, love. You could be.”

[writtenbyeli]

OSCAR PIASTRI

life as an f1 wife (smau) / june 25, 2025

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warnings: fluff

pairing: oscar piastri x wife!reader

face claim: helene ramfjord (for picture purposes)

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yn_piastri races with papaya boy 🧡 oscar.piastri

(a/n: yes i know it’s nicole :), it’s supposed to be a picture the reader took of them)

oscar.piastri Love you more than anything ❤️

yn_piastri kisses

fan1 you guys are so cute 💔

fan2 where can i find a relationship like theirs

fan3 AWHHHHHHHHHHHH

alexandrasaintmleux i miss you both

yn_piastri i miss you most baby

oscar.piastri Miss you and your mans

charles_leclerc 😏😏

maxverstappen1 Where is my appreciation post

oscar.piastri Not here bro 👊

maxverstappen1 😔

yn_piastri be nice to eachother

lilymhe come see me!

yn_piastri on my way!

lewishamilton The only way I can get you to rep ferrari is if i get you a Leo jersey isn’t it?

yn_piastri you know me so well

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yn_piastri happy 3 year marriageversary baby. i’ve loved nothing more than being by your side through it all 🌷💐 oscar.piastri

oscar.piastri Happy 8 years together and happy 3 years married. I am with the most beautiful, talented, amazing girl in the world. I can’t get enough of you sunshine. ❤️

yn_piastri the bestest bf 🫶

fan1 I CANNOT 💔😔😭🙏 so darn cute

fan2 i’m so done, you guys are endgame. 🥹

fan3 I AM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR 😭❤️

lando Happy anniversary to the best couple!

yn_piastri thank you best fran

maxverstappen1 Yn can you fight??

yn_piastri i’ll fight to the death for my man 🤺

charles_leclerc Got me and Alex crying over here, happy anniversary mes amis.

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹

yn_piastri love you guys ❤️

oscar.piastri 😘❤️

mclaren The paddock princess 🧡

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oscar.piastri Happy 23rd birthday princess 🩷🎂yn_piastri

yn_piastri thank you baby 🥹

oscar.piastri ❤️❤️

carmenmmundt HAPPY BIRTHDAYY 🎂🥳🎉

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kimi.antonelli Happy birthday yn! 😇🎁

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maxverstappen1 Happy birthday!! 🎊

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kellypiquet Love you yn, happy birthday 🩷

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yn_piastri out & about🍹

oscar.piastri Beautiful 😍

yn_piastri no you osc

charles_leclerc Leo misses you

yn_piastri i miss leo 🥹

lando Oscar is blushing at his phone

oscar.piastri Of course I am she’s perfect

yn_piastri 😇🩷

mclaren When will we be seeing you next?

yn_piastri very very soon

fan1 need that, want that, got to have that 😜

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yn_piastri date night 🖤 oscar.piastri

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oscar.piastri Sunshine girl ☀️💖

yn_piastri sunshine boy 🌞

@writtenbyeli 2025

written by eli <3

[emeraldserenade]

I absolutely adore your fics😍

i was wondering if i could request a Joaquin fic, based off this gif. basically he facetimes the reader to check in before bed while he’s on a mission or just away whichever you prefer and the reader compliments him, several times making him blush and hide his face. 💖

Facetime Giggles ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: A Facetime with your boyfriend is never dull

tw: fem!reader, suggestive, dirty talk simply to make Joaquín flustered, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! I love this idea and gif!!

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If there was one thing you could count on, it was that Joaquín would always get flustered when you showered him in compliments. Joaquín was off in New York for some bureaucratic bullshit that you didn't care enough about, but at least it wasn't a mission. You knew you'd get your nightly Facetimes and it warmed your heart.

"I miss you and your pretty face," you told him, watching as his face got a little redder.

"Angel," Joaquín pleaded with you, he was getting too flustered.

"Miss your laugh and the way you give me forehead kisses when I had a long day," you kept going and you watched his smile widen. "You've got such a pretty smile, baby," you told him, you knew you were so close to breaking your boyfriend.

"I'll be back soon enough," Joaquín promised, his smile wider.

"Mm," you hummed, thinking your next words over. "Miss your pretty cock," you said it with such a straight face it caused Joaquín to pause before laughing and moving his face off the screen. "I love when you get all flustered," you added on, making his blush worse.

"Hermosa!" Joaquín called out from out of frame. hermosa = beautiful

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You laughed. "You're just so pretty and I can't help it!"

"Just wait until I get home," Joaquín said with an eyebrow raise as he came back into the frame.

"I can't wait, but I'll be so good and try," you told him watching his face flush all over again. Joaquín knew this was going to be a long phone call, but he would love every second.

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[huellitaa]

🧁💬.⭑⋅˚♡. lip care

along with skincare, lip care should also be incorporated into your daily routine; if u want a pretty face, you need to focus on all aspects! ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. water, water, water

obviously, one of the most self explanatory points, water! dehydration = dry lips and nobody wants that. ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. exfoliation

scrub ur lips with a clean ,, SOFT toothbrush in the mornings (as it can cause damage to the skin!), use a lip exfoliator, whatever you like !! there are lots of ways you can actually make a lip exfoliator at home. one of the most popular methods:

♡ mix a tsp of honey with 2 tsp of sugar

♡ massage and leave for 10 mins or so

♡ remove !!

have not tried this personally but from what i've found, this or a solely sugar based exfoliant helps the most 💖 or alternative you can simply buy one. but whatever works for you ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. lip balms and ingredients

using lip balm in ur skincare is really helpful for just keeping them hydrated. some ingredients that also help w nourishment and moisturising:

♡ argan oil

♡ shea butter

♡ cocoa butter

♡ coconut oil

+ vaseline overnight also helps w this ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. biting ur lips

please try and avoid biting your lips or the inside of your mouth! i used to do this a lot when i got anxious or nervous and it damages them and is just not good for you

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. gloss, oil, stick, repeat!

lip plumper, lip gloss, lip oil, lip stick, whatever you like! mouth without lip gloss is like a cupcake without frosting ♡

all my love 🎀💖💬

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