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[dante-mightdie]

soap is so smart what about engineering husband soap who could do complex math all day but married a ditzy wife who hates to even look at their house bills

pls this is all I want in life it’s always simon or price with a ditzy bimbo when soap is literally right there!!!

c/w: bimbo!reader, fluff, brief para about smut

you’re just always so happy to be around him. you never understand a word he’s talking about especially when it’s work related but when you hear all those big complicated words coming from your man, your brain just switches off. happy and content with just getting to listen to him

he handles all the big important things. all the household bills, handy jobs and important phone calls/house visits. your job is to spend all of his money on decorating the house he bought you :)

he spends all day talking to incredibly smart people all day, his brain works so hard during the day. he just wants to come home to his pretty wife who gives him baked goods and blowjobs under the kitchen table

he absolutely will never insult your intelligence. maybe he’ll call you a dumb whore when he fucks you but what else is he supposed to call you when all you can do is answer his dirty talk with babbled moans?

he actually loves you so much ahhh he gets cuteness aggression when you talk to him. when he asks about your day and you sit there telling him about all the things you bought and all the money you spent he just wants to kiss you and squeeze you <3

omg but you know that trend where women got custom beer posters for their boyfriends/husbands? yeah, this version of soap having a workshop that you think looks so boring! so you get a bunch of posters made to keep his eyes on prize whilst he’s working

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adding onto this; imagine very shortly after giving birth in that rickety little cabin, simon has to return to battle. your clan is already outnumbered and he has a duty as a warrior to protect your people

you tell him to go, that you’ll be okay and there’s a midwife with you anyway. soon after he leaves, danger begins to approach the cabin and the midwife says you’ll both have to get moving, that you won’t be able to protect yourselves if someone finds you in here

and even though you have literally just given birth, you bundle yourself and your baby as much as you can and walk, the midwife supporting you as much as she can. as you’re limping through the forest, you come across simon escorting survivors to a safe place

and he’s just mortified that you’re walking around in this state and he just drops onto one knee instantly, offering up his thigh as a place to sit even if just for a short while. he can’t believe what you’ve put yourself through just to bring his child into this world and keep them there

will literally carry you bridal style, allowing you to rest against him as you hold your baby to your chest :(

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you know those reddit stories where the husband suggests an open marriage and his wife ends up getting all the action meanwhile he gets absolutely nish?

this but with 141. being their teammate who’s husband suggests this so you’re just like ‘okay’ and immediately starting fucking every member of the task force whisky your husband is just like “damn :(“

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angsty poly!141 is my specialty !!! so allow me

reader who becomes so depressed from their emotional neglect and abuse that they were forced to be discharged from the military cause she has no regard for her personal safety. how would the guys feel then ? her career taken away because she did something on the field that any of the others would have done and only gotten a slap on the wrist if they had

okay but then reader would actually have to leave them because if these men cost me my career, it’s on sight

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https://www.tumblr.com/dante-mightdie/749015929871089664/more-angst-like-okay-more-angst-for-reader

happy ending when 😞

i’ve got a few things i’m thankin’ about

wanna write a little something about when reader finally decides to be intimate with them all at the same time for the first time again. how reader has so much pent up tension and desire for them that she literally takes everything they can give her and more

or how you warm up to them all again individually and how that would come about. maybe ghost is last and it’s very tense and hate sex to love making you know?

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Ideas or which type of Dom each of the 141 would be? 👀

I get mad brat tamer vibes form Soap

finally someone is asking the real questions!

c/w: whole thing is about d/s dynamics, mentions of spanking and punishments, nothing too crazy

ghost is a training dom. he’s all about honing your skills to make you a better submissive. he’s not alive corporal punishment to get you their either. his personal favourite things to spank you with are his leather belt and a riding crop. making you read from a book whilst he whips your ass with the crop, making you start again whenever you squeak or whine in pain

price is the brat tamer in my opinion. he’s had a lot of experience. the other lads have a good bit of experience too but nothing compared to our captain. leans a bit more into the daddy kink aspect of domination, loves it when you call him daddy in front of other people with no shame. can go from correcting you like his sweet angel to his filthy whore with a drop of his boonie hat

gaz is a lover dom. his dominance comes from a place of just wanting to make the person he loves feel good. and he takes charge in making that happen. just do what he says and you’ll feel amazing soon, dove. very much into casual dominance. picking where you go on dates, ordering for you and paying for the whole meal. not so much into the pain side of it, any punishments you receive are pleasure based such as overstimulation

soap is a pleasure dom. he gets off on getting you off and uses that pleasure to melt your pretty head until you’re nice and pliant for him. master of orgasm control and he knows your body like the back of his hand. on a good day, he’ll make you come over and over again. wearing you out and making sure you’re forever soaked for him. when you’re bad then he’ll have to hold back your orgasm until you apologise and drop your attitude. can’t you see how much it pains him to do this to you, hen? he just wants to make you feel good :(

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can you do more BC!simon PLEASEEE i need soft smut from him bc all this angst hurts my heart :(

I’ll write a little something later and I’m gonna drop a bit of BC!|Simon lore for you lot

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sending this person’s account to bluecollar!simon and price and telling him he could have it a lot worse when he gets on your nerves

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But why would you make reader stay, pookie?

shits and giggles

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Make reader leave the 141poly! Relationship:33 (Im a sucker for angst)

everyone who asks me to make reader leave is only going to get more pain when I make reader stay

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READER BETTER NOT FORGIVE THEM!

MAKE HER LEAVE THEM !

no 😡 I like pain 😡

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more perv/stalker Simon ? Just one sentence about him or something not more needed🥺😔🥺

okay just one sentence:

actually a sub and a loser with a praise kink who cries after sex

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MORE ANGST.

Like, okay, more angst for reader, but I need some angst for 141. Like PLEASE.

So, the reader, frustrated (mentally and physically), decides to take things onto their own hands. If they treat them as if they don't exist, so will they. It starts simple. They don't greet them good morning and goodbye anymore, when the team would only offer a grunt or nod of acknowledgment. Reader doesn't ask them to hang out, or to join into their plans. They start living for themselves, not quite leaving them, more like treating the four men like roommates. Whenever one would initiate intimacy, reader would slip away, offering some lame excuse. At the same time, just an hour later, they'd see a glimpse of reader, all dressed up and pretty, not bothering to let them know where they'd be going as they run out the front door, only to be heared from a couple of hours later. Stumbling through the front door with a second pair of footsteps following suit, and a hearty male laugh. The apartment was as much reader's as it was the boys' so it should be normal they brought someone home ... but was this what the task force 141 though?

changed it ever so slightly but I love this yes

c/w: poly!141, mentions of emotional neglect, alcohol, intoxication

you got the idea after scrolling through social media, rotting away in bed had become a common routine for you. an advertisement had popped up for a bar that opened up a few months ago, you remember asking johnny and kyle to go with you but they were too busy at the time

it looked like a nice enough place. not like the dive bars in camden that simon takes you to, or those annoying ass scotch bars in canary wharf that john insists on ‘introducing’ you to. as if you’ve never had a glass of scotch before. the memory makes you scoff to yourself

surprisingly, it doesn’t take much to convince yourself to just… go. if they won’t go with you, there’s no reason why you can’t convince yourself. they were too busy ignoring you to notice you’d be gone anyway. so, you drag yourself out of bed and rifle through the wardrobe for something to wear

looking good really does make you feel good, you say to yourself when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror once you were ready. you’d decided on a fitted black dress with a pair of black strapped heels. they wouldn’t notice but you added a bit of detail to the outfit

if they did notice that every piece of jewellery was a piece they had bought for you, it would fucking burn. the diamond skull-shaped studs that simon got you, the vintage locket that john had found for you when he was deployed, and the anklet that kyle had grabbed from some fancy jewellery store on oxford street paired with the stunning ring that johnny found at a local market in scotland

you took a deep breath and held your head high before grabbing your purse. when you entered the front room, all conversation stopped as usual. but only because they were too busy eyeing you up and down, “where’re you goin’ dressed like that?”

you roll your eyes when john speaks up, not even stopping to respond. a curt ‘out’ leaving your lips as you walk out the front door and slam it loudly. the boys all looked at each other, shifting in their seats uncomfortably at the interaction

john narrowed his eyes as he glared at the front door. he didn’t like not knowing where you were. even if you didn’t know it, john always knew about your whereabouts

the bar was nice, nice enough for you to drink your feelings away in. in your head, you imagined flirting with anyone just to make the boys jealous. but every time someone approached you, it just filled you with more sadness. perhaps a part of you just wanted the boys to grab you, persuade you to stay with sweet words and gentle kisses like they used to do when you looked this good

it was a few hours past midnight when you finally returned, simon awakened by the sounds of giggling outside and your keys jangling in the door. he didn’t plan on getting out of bed until he heard a male voice speaking along side yours

he stalked down the stairs, following the sounds of your heels stumbling until he found you in the front room. you were drunk out of your fucking mind with some random bloke holding you up. simon’s fists clenched at his side and he decided to make his presence known

“better take your hand off her before you fuckin’ lose it, mate.” he spits, taking a step closer to yank you from the man’s grip. you squeak and stumble from the harsh tug, landing right against simon’s bulky frame as he holds on to your arm to keep you steady

the man takes a step back, holding his hands up in surrender. “woah, i’m not here to cause any trouble. was just making sure she got home safe. my colleague over served her and she said her roommates were too busy to pick her up.”

simon clenches his jaw, keeping his gaze on the man and just waiting for him to step out of line. he doesn’t even notice that the others have climbed out of bed too, coming downstairs to hear what the commotion is about

he turns his head only to shove you into price’s arms, squaring his shoulders as he stares the bartender down. “well, our girl is home and safe now so you best be on your way.”

“relax, mate. she’s really not my type. that one there is more my type.” the bartender chuckles, nodding his head towards soap before turning around and walking out the door but not before giving you a goodbye

price steadies your body against him, already getting an idea of the kind of drunken state that you’re in. he lifts your basically limp body into his arms before carrying you up to bed but he doesn’t take you to the spare room. he takes you to what you have recently come to know as their room

“had a bit too much, princess?” he chuckles, placing you down on the bed. you look at him confused before letting your head fall to the pillow

“‘m still your princess?” you mumble into the fabric. price frowns slightly, turning his head to look at the boys before making work on taking your heels off

“course. you always have been.” he mumbles. you respond with a small hum before completely passing out against the sheets…

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Not enough suffering. I need to cry.

The boys just continue to pretend that reader no longer exists. Becoming more of a fly on the wall then a roommate they occasionally fuck.

Soon they just leave you out of everything, dinner? There was not even leftovers for reader, no scrapes left either.

Reader won't leave because they will soon come back around tho right? >:')

god I just love PAIN

c/w: neglect, angst, no happy ending in this one, brief mentions of sex

it becomes a very depressing and very predictable pattern from them. wake up, avoid you then go to sleep. even when they speak to you, they’re never saying much. normally just a reminder that you left dishes in the sink or something mundane

you held out hope for the first few days, especially when simon came slinking over to you one night in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and having his way with you. his rough hands and fast pace made your heart swell solely because you missed having one of them even touch you

but when he just buckled up his trousers and left without a word, you realise you’re still on time out

sometimes you’re asleep before they get home, locked up in the spare room as you sniffle into your pillow. they don’t even come to check on you and you begin to wonder what conclusion they came to on your whereabouts. do they even know you’re at home? do they care?

every day of the month, you and the boys are supposed to set aside a night to go out for a date. seems your invite was lost in the post when you see them all dressed up, talking amongst themselves about the pub they’re going to

“can I come?” you ask, standing in the doorway and playing with your fingers nervously. the laughing and chattering stops instantly, all four heads turning to you as if they didn’t even know you were there. you know what the answer is going to be before any of them say anything

“you won’t like this place. it-“ john starts, and you know he’s about to list off some lazy excuse as to why you won’t like it. as if that was even the point. you don’t go on date nights with them for the actual drinks or decor. you go to spend time with them but they clearly didn’t want you there so you simply wouldn’t go

“whatever.” you mumble, rolling your eyes and turning to leave what was once your shared bedroom so they don’t see the tears in your eyes. you slam the door to the spare bedroom, throwing yourself onto the mattress and sobbing into the pillow

you hear a light tap on the door before it opens. you cease your crying almost instantly, keeping your back turned towards the door. your heart rate picks up and that sick familiar feeling of hope crawls its way back into your chest, “we weren’t saying you can’t come with us. come if you want just don’t make us wait around forever whilst you get ready.”

the sound of kyle’s voice fills the room but you can tell he doesn’t really want to be speaking to you, like simon or the captain told him to come do some damage control so you wouldn’t throw a strop about not being invited. you keep your back turned to him, nuzzling your head further into the pillow

“jus’ go without me.” you sniffle, “it’s not like you really want me there anyway.”

kyle sighs at your words and you hear your door softly click close and everyone’s feet shuffling downstairs before they go out the front door, leaving you alone again

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last post was so mean :(

I really get the feeling you guys don’t like my angst :(

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maybe in the middle of a shootout reader does something that automatically saves the 141 from death but 141 thinks that reader was being reckless and doesn't listen to orders so they neglect reader because reader disobeyed a direct order

please inject this angst into my veins i’m obsessed feed me more the worms are hungry

c/w: this is sad, angst, silent treatment, don’t ask me to make reader leave them I love the suffering

work stays at the door. that was a golden rule in your odd but stable relationship. even if you get pissed off with each other at work, you leave it at base until the next shift…

so apparently the boys must have fucking amnesia.

this wasn’t the first time you had angered them at work but like previously stated, it never followed you in through the front door, take its shoes off and hang its coat. never in the house

but this time you put not only your life at risk, but also civilian lives. just to save them. luckily, no one was hurt but you still disobeyed your captains orders. and just like you leave work at work, you leave your heart at home too

he was still your captain. actions have consequences so he yelled on about for a good hour whilst the others stood beside him, shaking their heads at you disapprovingly

so when you got home to find that they were clearly still in work mode judging from the way simon shrugged you off when you tried to hug him in the kitchen, stalking off to the shower and slamming the door

or from the way johnny and kyle just went straight into the garage to work out and blow off some steam, giving john a kiss and not you

and if that wasn’t enough, the way john turned his head away from you when you tried to kiss him had to be the damning evidence. his face was stone cold the entire time he was alone with you in the kitchen before he went and locked himself in the home office

it went on like that for a few days, waking up to find that they had gone out without you. conversations ceasing the moment you enter the room. the lack of affection was the worst. perhaps tied with the general loneliness. none of them had really said a word to you in days

not even when you grabbed a pillow and blanket and set up camp in the living room for the night after a week of the silent treatment

or when they heard you crying in the bathroom whilst getting ready for bed, wondering how long it will be before your lovers open their arms for you again, if they ever will…