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[ghastlybirdie]

The sweet, lovely poly 141 boys and their Spanish-speaking latine partner.

This was meant to be a quick little thing, but boy did this get away from me lmao. This is the fluffiest shit I've ever indulged in and I love it. Big thank you to @mikichko for inspiring and helping with this!!!

CW: poly 141, gn!reader, latine reader, mexican slang, hint of d/s dynamics in Johnny's

Price, god love the man, is the one who seems to stumble the most. It's almost comical, considering the fact that Spanish and Arabic are so similar due to their histories. But there's a big difference between the Spanish he's learned to recognize and what you throw at him on the daily. He truly thinks it's because of his age, window of acquisition and all that. John does not expect to be able to speak fluently with you, but he does at least want to understand you. What he really wants, though, is to make you feel more fully at home with him, and he is forever grateful that you feel comfortable and safe enough with them to embrace all parts of your identity.

"Hola, amor mío. How was your day?" you greet him from the couch, eyeing him from tip to toe and almost whistling at seeing him in uniform. "Sigues rechulo, mi güerito, so I assume all went well?"

John swings down to kiss you, gripping the back of your neck to prolongue the kiss, trying to soak in as much of the affection as he can while also disguising the fact that he still doesn't fully recognize what came after.

"Yours was good too, I trust?"

"Yeah, but my brother called. El güey still con sus pinches mamadas and asking for my help. Aguas, in case he shows up this week."

"I... will keep an eye out, dove."

"Call me si les arma pedo and I'm not around."

He just nods sagely and squishes up against you on the couch, letting your warmth seep into his tired bones.

Later that evening, he rounds up the boys while you're in the shower and pulls out a small notebook where he's written things out phonetically. John may not have all the knowledge he needs, but he sure as hell is good at getting it.

"'Güey,' that's the brother's nickname?"

"No, that's like 'man/guy.' But it's also an insult. But not always," Johnny supplies.

"Fuck me, okay. 'Rechulo' is... I got nothing for that one."

"The 're' is for heavy emphasis, 'chulo' is 'cute/handsome/pretty.' 'Re' can go on practically any adjective," Simon steps in.

"'Aguas' and 'pedo' CANNOT be what they are, right?"

Kyle takes his hand and chuckles, "No, sweetheart. The first is like a warning, the second a fight or scene or scandal. In this context."

John's shoulders finally relax and he lets out a heavy sigh, putting the final touches on his notes of the day.

"Thank you, boys, for your patience and your kindness. And your secrecy," John huffs a little laughter and gives them his sweetest smile, the one where you can see the dimples poking out through the beard.

They all reach over to gently caress him, taking turns kissing the parts of him they can reach.

"Thank you, John, for trying so hard."

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Beautiful, wonderful Kyle, the delight of a man that he is, is the one giving it as good as he gets. He's the one crooning in your ear, showering you with the most decadent terms of endearment, knowing full well they make your knees much weaker in Spanish. He'll use the advantage every single chance he has, don't doubt that for a second. But truly, it's the soft seclusion of those moments that he cherishes most, when you're looking up at him with big bright eyes, knowing you fully trust him to take care of you.

You're grumbling away as you wash dishes after dinner when Kyle comes up behind you, arms making the way slowly around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"Oh, tesoro mío, look at you working away, working so hard for us."

You refuse to look at him and give a fussy pout. He knows it's your least favorite of the house duties. So much so that you're always willing to do almost anything as long as you don't have to touch wet food.

"It looks like you've done enough, cariño. Come join us in bed."

"No. None of you wanted to trade with me so se aguantan," you try to wiggle and bump his head away from yours.

"Come on, cosa hermosa, we need you with us to settle for the night," he pulls your hands from the water, drying them and turning you towards him.

You immediately bury your face into his chest. Can't look him in the eye, he'll win you over the moment you do.

"So they send in the smooth talker, huh?"

Kyle laughs, clear and bright, and he wraps you back up in his arms, gently cradling your head until you give in and look up at him.

"Or," he says, making you both rock gently, "I'm trying to sneak in a little solo time."

Your body melts against his as the words sink in, big eyes blinking softly up at him, "Besito?"

"As many as you want, mi vida. Until you grow bored of me," and you're letting out a sweet sigh as those soft lips meet yours.

His hands move to bring your body closer to his, to milk this quiet moment for as much contact as possible, to sear it all into his memory.

"You two are awfully quiet out there," Simon calls from the bedroom and it makes you break apart with a little jump.

You hear frantic rustling that has to be Johnny, "Hold on, what happened to doing the dishes!"

A chuckle escapes the two of you, sparkling eyes meeting in the low light from the stove hood. The sound of John huffing to get comfortable floats in from the bedroom.

"Just a minute more, hermosura," he mutters against your hair. "Wanna stay here a bit longer."

"Really liking all those pet names, aren't you?"

Kyle laughs again and gives you a squeeze, "Mean every single one of them."

And you happily linger, not pointing out that you've noticed an endearing pattern of Kyle wrapping up nights in the kitchen with you in his arms and a faint love song echoing down the hall for you two to sway to.

~

Beloved, darling Simon, he hides his own understanding of the language. He understands it nearly perfectly, with just the tiniest margin of error, nothing too big to bring attention to it. Overall, he's able to catch almost everything you mumble. It's not to be sneaky or anything like that, Simon would never do anything to compromise your privacy. It's more that he doesn't quite see the need to verbalize it. To him it's nothing special, no need to make a spectacle. Instead, he lets it seep into his actions, ever the acts of service lover that he is.

You're spread out on the couch, on the phone with your mother, complaining, "Como chingan los del trabajo. Me pidieron un reporte para el viernes y ahora me reclaman que todavía no se los he dado y apenas es miércoles."

There was a tension in your shoulders when you came home from work, he didn't miss that. Caught you jolting to a stop mid-stretch. And as the call goes on longer, Simon picks up on more.

"No he tenido chance de lavar ropa, ni una putisima pijama... Traigo un pinche antojo de mole, pero es un chingo de trabajo y ahorita no le puedo dedicar el tiempo..."

He quietly moves to gather the boys as you continue ranting and pace around the room. You're too caught up in your call to see them forming a massive huddle and their nodding at Simon right as the break and throw their joined hands in the air.

By the time you're off the phone, it's dark out and you notice the house is quieter than usual. You move to look for the boys (they can't have left without telling you, right?) when Simon pops out from the hall, crooked smile you love so much adorning his face, and he simply takes your hand to pull you into the bathroom. A hot bath greets you, some honeyed bath bomb already dissolving in the water and your laptop set up on a bucket besides the bath, your comfort show already pulled up and ready to play. Simon then points to your softest pajamas washed and set out on the counter for you.

"And you'll help me with my lotion too?"

He kisses your forehead, "When do I not?"

"The boys?"

"Setting up dinner. Kyle and I are making your favorite."

You whip around to face him, eyes wide and excited, "With fresh tortillas?"

With a low, affirmative hum Simon pulls you in closer and just holds you. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. But he lends you his strength, which is all he can really hope for. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his arms around you help release the tightness in your body. Letting out your own little hum, you give him a squeeze and he squeezes back harder, crushing you in the way he knows you find comforting. There's a soft devotion in his tenderness with you, an unshakable support in every single thing you do.

"So you gonna undress me too, or...?"

A peal of laughter escapes you as he playfully swats at your butt, "Undress yourself. I've got cooking to do."

A day without hearing your laughter is a day poorly spent to Simon.

He's almost to the door when you pull him back into you, hands tugging on his shirt to bring him down to your height. His own laughter rumbles in his chest as you cover his face in loud kisses, and he stays locked in place. He will for as long as you need him to, never mind his back. If it's gonna go out eventually, he'd rather it go out from his time spent like this.

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Johnny, bless the boy, is desperate to hear it, to have you address him directly. You speak plenty around the house, on phone calls with friends, talking back at the tv (some shows have been put on temporary bans, or at the very least you're not supposed to watch them alone), at the lovely crooked cat yall adopted. You shower them with pet names with every breath you take. And he loves it all! Loves that you so willingly share so much of yourself with them. But Johnny boy is dying for something specific- "Love, why don't you call me papi?"

When he voices it, it's a complete surprise. Simon and Kyle both laugh so hard so suddenly that they find themselves choking on their own spit. Price himself is caught so off-guard that he fully looks up from the dinner he's prepping in the kitchen, raw chicken slipping out of his hands and plopping back into the flour bowl. You at first laugh it off lightly, thinking it was one of his cutesy jokes he makes to get a giggle out of everyone. That would have made the most sense, honestly. But when he looks away, big blue eyes shining with the softest hint of embarrassment, it sinks in.

You shift in your seat a fraction, "Johnny, I don't even call any of you that in English. You know it's not exactly the same thing, right?"

"I know but the little old lady from the corner shop calls me "papi" and so does the older man who brings the water and other people too and it's always so affectionate and so I thought..."

He spares a glance at you, hoping he hasn't completely overstepped.

"Where did this come from?"

"Ale let it slip last time we grabbed coffee and the joy on Rudy's face was so blinding that I thought maybe we should try it."

"Honey--"

"Please, just once."

"But I--"

"It doesn't have to be a title! It can be soft and casual, no expectations."

"You don't--"

"I promise I'll be good for it."

Oh.

Your gaze meets the other boys' and you all take a good look at your Johnny. At some point during his pleading he brought himself down to kneel in front of you. His broad shoulders are slumped forward in submission, his hands clenched together so tightly his fingertips are completely white. Price nods at you, the other two eagerly nodding along as well.

Leaning forward, you grab him by the jaw, gently bringing his head to rest against your thigh.

Running your fingers through his hair, you utter out a low, "Sweet little thing like you just wants to be good, don't you papi?"

Johnny's eyes glaze over slightly, a shy, dazed smile growing on his face. There's not an ounce of hesitation in him as he nuzzles his face into your thigh, just sweet elation. Pleased grumbles escape the others, making Johnny's smile grow bigger.

You make sure to add it into your regular circulation.

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More over, I’m disappointed. Not about this person, I don’t even know who they are, but to the one who knows who’s involved (very cryptic I know) and knows this person

I just wish you came to me and talked, especially if you needed to get something off your chest. I try to be a neutral party, and I will always try to be, I just don’t want to be treated badly right off the bat and have some random people come into a private server and make fun of or harass me or anyone else in the server.

That part was really disappointing and hurt :/

I don’t have a following and im not above anyone or their childish behavior so-

If you want to defend your friend and harass people you don’t know, in order to have rhat friend feel better or “protect their honor”, please feel free to write an angry message and then promptly delete it

This is not middle school. The people who are involved can privately talk about it if they wish, but I am not one of those people. Don’t do this.

[ghastlybirdie]

I don’t have a following and im not above anyone or their childish behavior so-

If you want to defend your friend and harass people you don’t know, in order to have rhat friend feel better or “protect their honor”, please feel free to write an angry message and then promptly delete it

This is not middle school. The people who are involved can privately talk about it if they wish, but I am not one of those people. Don’t do this.

[ghastlybirdie]

i crave toxic cod men but not like dark content toxic i mean like ANGST. like simon, who brings home the trauma and hurt from a recent deployment, and drinks the pain away. when you try to stop him, try to get him to seek help that's not at the bottom of a bottle, it explodes in your face and your ears ring from how loudly he shouts and tears run down your cheeks as you look at the holes his fist put into the drywall, knowing damn well that if he had a little less self control it would have been you taking those blows.

or kyle who is so sweet and kind that you just can't help but fall for him. he knows about your crush and he thinks it's cute. the problem is that he's not home long enough to maintain a proper relationship. but he likes the attention you give him and he could see himself being with you. but he's not really that good of a man. intentionally leads you on, makes you think you're an exclusive item - he doesn't even correct you when you call him your boyfriend. but he's not serious about you, he's still fucking whatever hole he can get whenever he can when you're not available. he thinks it's cute that you actually think you're together, maybe even a little pathetic.

soap who, like gaz, likes to lead you on. but he's meaner about it. talks shit to his friends after you've had a night together, laughing about the cute idiot that thinks him their boyfriend. have you seen him? what about john mactavish seems like boyfriend material - a man in the military with more problems than he can count, come on. it's your own fault when you get your feelings hurt when you find him getting tit pics while hes still laying in bed with you after fucking your brains out.

price who is just so painfully inattentive that it hurts. flat out ignores your existence when when you're in the same house as him. the only time he gives you the time of day is when his cocks hard or when you've pissed him off with all your whining. he'll call you immature, telling you it was a mistake to date someone like you - whiny and needy. he needs space, don't you understand? he won't listen when you tell him there's a difference between space and neglect. ):

[ghastlybirdie]

New Military Express headliner - Task Force 141

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Oh no, my yan vn obsession is creeping up again

[ghastlybirdie]

he is hotboxing in there

🔞 full is on my twitter 🖤

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..and this one. It’s just hard to look at..

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Johnny who insists on fucking you while you’re sick because he says he wants to make you feel better, but really it’s so he can feel how much warmer your pussy is from your fever and every time you cough, turning your face away from him into your arm, you squeeze around him making him moan like a whore while he buries his face in your neck trying to muffle his whines.

[ghastlybirdie]

LMAO don’t mind me spamming you 🫣

maybe something with possessive/perv daddy kink + price and somno with the object of his desires? i’m frothing

ily <3

Devoured 

warnings: dubcon, but it turns to enthusiastic consent, f!reader, somnophilia, cunnilingus,  possessiveness/pervy-ness, daddy kink, praise, body worship, language, edging, begging, p in v sex, breeding kink

Gross. Disgusting. Perverted. Not quite the words anyone would use to describe the Captain John Price, but then again, no one could say they knew him. Not really, at least. 

Maybe he didn’t even know it himself.

He groaned, muffling it by biting his lip and gripping his cock at the sight of your sleeping body. So pure, so perfect. He couldn’t think of you as anything else, which is why he was here now. 

The 141 went to the pub after getting back from another successful mission, and some sleaze had been giving you eyes all damn night. He even had the audacity to offer to pay for your drinks. He asked you out, too, and of course you said yes. Naturally, Price had to have a “friendly” talk with the lad, and convince the man that he was in fact not free tonight, and would not be taking you out. 

You looked disappointed when you heard the news, but Price didn’t mind. He was just doing what was best for you. He always did what was best for you. 

And what was better for you than him?

He smiled to himself at the thought, moving to cup your cheek with his free hand. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Going t’ treat ya so well, sweetheart,” he whispered against your skin before backing up. 

He stoped groping his leaking cock, moving instead to peel the sheets off of your body. 

Christ, you looked heavenly in your little pajama bottoms that just barely showed off the curve of your ass. He was starving for you. 

Slowly, carefully he pulled your pajama bottoms off, reeling when he saw a lack of panties. Instead he was met with the sight of your glistening cunt. He couldn’t believe his luck, of all things you were already wet and he would get an instant taste of your sweetness the moment he swipes his tongue through your folds. 

But the most important thing on his mind was whether it was him you were picturing in your wet dreams. It had to be, didn’t it? 

He was confident in the fact, and used two of his prying fingers to spread your slick-soaked folds. He hesitated for a minute, memorizing the breathtaking scene in front of him before diving in. He moaned at your saccharine taste, hands coming up to wrap around your thighs so he could pull you down on his face. 

You sat up at the sudden movement, eyes scanning the room for danger, only to freeze when you realize the perpetrator was between your thighs. 

“Pr- ah fuck, Price?” you questioned, unsure. This had to be a fever dream. There was no way the man you had lusted after was here, devouring your cunt like the best damn meal. 

He looked up at you, blue eyes piercing yours and you swear you could see your slick decorating his facial hair. 

“Yeah, ‘t’s me, dove,” he mumbled, lips attaching to your clit and sucking hard. 

“Oh god-“ you threw your head back, hands finding rest in his hair, pulling the thick locks tightly. 

He hummed into your pussy, practically making out with it, and if this was how he ate you, you wondered how he’d kiss you. 

You couldn’t help but grind down on his face, loving the feeling of his nose nuzzling your clit, tongue teasing your hole and mutton chops scratching at your lips and thighs. It was sensory overload in the best possible way. 

John was eating cunt like he never was before, overtook with everything that was you. And you could feel it as that coil in your belly tightened, could feel his obsession seeping through with every movement. 

“Da- fuck John, ‘m so close,” you whined out, back arching and eyes closing as you felt the thread within you pull taut. 

A pathetic sob left your tongue when he pulled back, licking his lips as he sized you up. 

“What did you say, doll?” 

“I said I was fucking close!” you complained, eyes rolling and exasperated at his blatant obliviousness to your oncoming orgasm. 

He chuckled, smiling up at you, “That’s not wha’ I meant. Were you gonna call me daddy?” he teased

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks before you even realized what he had said. Oh. Oh. 

He laughed, loud and boisterous at your flustered expression. “It’s alright, love. You said you were close, right?” you nodded, “Well then, you ought to beg your daddy to let you cum, I think,” the corners of his eyes creased as he mocked, utterly enjoying himself. 

“Please…”

“Hmm?” he hummed, leaning forward, “Please what, darlin’?”

“Please make me cum daddy,” you felt shameful saying it, but it worked. His strong hands were squeezing your hips and thighs the moment the final syllable left your mouth. 

He latched back onto your pussy, sucking, licking, and nibbling every inch he was blessed to touch. He was slobbering and moaning into it, eating your pussy for his pleasure. 

Lying down, you miss the way he ruts his hips into the mattress, coating your bed lining in his thick, salty precum that’s been oozing steadily since he got his first taste of you. 

One hand lets go of your hip, moving to prod at your hole, which greedily sucks two of his fingers in. You revel in the much needed penetration after his long teasing. 

You both moan at the feeling. 

His long and thick fingers struck that sweet spot deep inside you, matching the rhythm of his hips driving into the mattress. 

You bucked up into his hands, driving him deeper and deeper while coincidentally grinding your clit on his face. 

It was all so much and in the best possible way, the coil inside you was burning, aching to be snapped. But you couldn’t snap it, not without asking at first. 

“Please, fuck daddy, ‘m so close. Please let me cum- please, please,” you moaned, hips canting pathetically as you hurdled towards your release. 

Price moaned, “Good fucking girl. Go on, cum for daddy,” he praised, and you felt yourself snap. 

You moaned, loud and unholy as you came. Your eyes were squeezed shut and back arching as you shook around his fingers and tongue. You were chanting his name like a mantra, only slowing down when you finally returned to your body. 

You panted, opening your eyes to see John smiling up at you and rubbing your thigh. 

“Feeling alright, love?”

“Fucking fantastic,” you grinned. 

He stood up, positioning his cock at your entrance, “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet,”

He smiled down at you, condescendingly as he pushed his way inside in one long stoke. The stretch of his thick cock burned your insides and caused you to attempt to close your legs, only to be stopped by his body between yours. 

“That’s it, lovie, big fucking stretch,” he whispered against your skin as he bottomed out. 

“Feel so full,” you whined, eyes teary from the pleasure as he started to thrust in you. 

“”O’ course you do. Fucking squeezing me so tight,” you groaned picking up the pace. 

He leaned back as he thrusted deep into you, thick cock splitting you open. His hands kneaded the fat of your thighs before pushing them up to rest on his shoulders as he leaned forward to kiss your face. 

“Fuck John-“ you moaned as the new angle hit you even deeper. You felt helpless, bended in half and completely at his mercy. 

You were loving every second of it. 

“Yeah? Feel good doll?” he rasped, pressing kisses all over your face. 

“S’good daddy, s’ fucking good,”

John’s dick twitched inside you, “Gonna cum all over my cock, hm? Gonna let me breed this filthy pussy of yours aren’t you? Cause it’s just mine. Say it,”

You whined throwing your head back, and he took the chance to suck deep love marks into the column of your throat.

“Say it, dove,”

“It’s all yours daddy!”

He chucked, “What’s all mine?”

“My pus- ah- pussy, my fuck- body. Fuck, I’m all yours daddy I swear. Always yours,”

He grins, silencing your lips with his has his hand creeps downward to circle your clit. You shudder at the touch, oh so close to another orgasm. 

You mewled into his mouth as he sucked your tongue. You were spasming around his cock as he flooded your senses. 

He pulled back slightly, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips as he whispered, “Can feel you tightening ‘round me sweetheart. Go on and cum on daddy’s cock,”

And fuck did you. Your head was thrown back in an ungodly cry of his name as you shook around him. He kept circling your clit and thrusting into you oh so right it felt like all the stars aligned. 

You swear you could see heaven. 

“Tha’s it. Good. Fucking. Girl,” he accentuated each word with a powerful thrust, sending your head spinning as you fell deeper. You tried wiggling away, pushing at him with your hands as the overstimulation built up. 

“‘T’s okay, lovie. Just a little more. I’m so fucking close. Gonna breed you real good, okay? Gonna make sure everyone knows what’s mine,” he growls, pushing himself as deep inside you as he can before shooting his hot load directly at your cervix. 

You gasped out at the feeling of him flooding your womb, only grounded by his thumb stroking your cheek. 

“It’s alright, doll. I’m here. I’m her an’ I’m not going anywhere,”

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[ghastlybirdie]

Graves: Where's your big scary boyfriend?

Maus: Probably doing scary boyfriend things 🥰

And Konig is just standing behind her covered in blood

...He's fine.

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ILY

at least this one is from yesterday but

AWW

ive been seeing these but uh uh uh uh

noyounoyounoyounoyou

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i see you in my notifs and i’m kissing you <3

im always in your notifs bbgorl LOL

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

Hihihihi I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you and your brain worms. You made such a a wonderful server that has added years to my life and I adore our talks and your gifs always make me smile 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I’m sorry I just seeing this but I’m kissing your forehead and giving you juice cause 😭😭😭

Thank you 💛💛💛 I’m keeping this in my pocket

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LMAO SUNNY your tags in the reblog of that post about people not knowing what “eyes darkened” meant PLEASE I’M CRYING 😭😭

like there’s no way. there’s NO WAY. have they never taken an english class? did using character ai actually rot their brains? (more than it already has, anyway)

anyways i just came here to say that you make me laugh and i love you mwahmwahmwah

i think about that post all the damn time cause

it was funny and then i opened tik tok and people were so serious for a moment and i was just

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HIIIII SUNNY <3333 i wanted to drop in and share some love 🫶🏻 i hope your days going great!!! HUGS KISSES MWAH I LOVE YA <33

this is from FEBURARY?????!?!?!?!???!?!?!!!?!?!?!

hi glossy i lobe your face MWAH MWAH idk if something happened when you sent this but thank you <3

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Have I shared this before? Probably

I write five words per month but I'm getting there <3