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[princeguri66]

Yipee!! Thanks for the tag!!

I loves using every option possible in dress up games.

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i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

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I'll never pass up a chance to show off a picrew!!

Anyone who'd like to join please welcome!!

Let's all make ourselves as little guys! Everyone is welcome to join!

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pls pls pls pls pls pls write something with hound getting a lil chubby during rehab pls i want to see him soft and comfy, being hand fed and cuddled. hound with a little tum from finally having not only enough to eat but enough rest to actually gain a little extra weight pls im in my knees characters getting a lil chub as a sign of healing my beloved

Okay here's a small brain fart for you:

You've gotten fat.

it's a rather egregious exaggeration, according to the two sergeants, but it's the first thing you think of when you look in the mirror. Your hard muscles still bulge beneath your skin when you flex, but now there's a layer of fat cushioning your frame — it smooths the planes of your abdomen, widens the circumference of your thighs and the breadth of your shoulders until you're popping the seams of your clothes, the layer of fat deepening the cleavage between your pecks whenever you cross your arms. Even your cheeks look chubbier than they had before.

You don't look like death warmed over, and you don't know how to feel about it. The psychologist says it's a good thing, your body finally figuring out it can slow down and focus on healing instead of constantly living on the edge of a knife.

But you just don't see it. It feels like you're regressing; Forgetting the harshness of the wild when you're collared and leashed by the fireplace, growing fat and lazy, complacent. A spoiled dog isn't loyal.

You let out a noise at the back of your throat when Johnny suddenly rushes into the small room you've been given, the door slamming open and closed. You don't have time to even say a single word before he's in front of you, "Hide me!" and then he's gripping your shit and pushing himself beneath it. Your frame is big enough to where you completely block him out, and his arms wrap as much as they can around your waist so he can cling to you.

You're rarely stunned to the point you don't know what to do, but this is one of those times.

A second later you hear a "MacTavish!" and loud footsteps rush down the hall, accompanied by loud swears and threats you can only assume are from Ghost.

Johnny waits still as a statue as the footsteps grow quiet, his breath washing over your skin from where his face is pressed against your chest. When they grow quiet he shuffles, a couple of seams popping in the already stretched out shirt until he pokes his head through the head hole of the shirt, resting his chin on the top of your sternum. "Thanks laddie, saved me skin there."

"Что блят?" Is the only thing your mind can force out, defaulting to Russian because you haven't been able to dig up your mother tongue from the grave the old you is buried in.

"Ah don't worry about it, the bloody dobber had it comin' with his bloody tea in chef Mike an' — Hmmm," His attention focuses on you, head disappearing beneath the shirt once again until only his stupid mohawk pokes out as his hands give an experimental squeeze at your sides, some of the fat getting trapped between his fingers. "Hey, have you gotten bigger? Ah could swear you weren't so fluffy before."

"That a nice way of calling me fat?" You feel the need to cross your arms, to hide the cushioning hiding your muscles. Ants gnaw on your skin where Soap touches you, his calloused palms sliding as far as they can and a strange sound rumbling in his chest when he registers that the space between both of his hands is indeed larger than it had been a couple of months ago.

"Nonsense!" He guffaws, "There's just more ta love." He hums, hands pinching the fat at your sides, evidently too content with your position as his human furnace to even think about detaching from you. "Oh yeah, you've filled out. Yae know hens love the dad bod, get some more hair on yer chest an' you'll be reeling the bucks in too."

"That-" You have to bite your lip when his hands suddenly shoot up to grope your pecks. He pushes them together and buries his face in the cleavage created. Your brain completely shuts off when he fucking motorboats you, shaking his head and making a sound right against your chest to the point you're sure you can feel the vibrations in your spine.

"MacT-avish!" The sound that escapes you is humorously high-pitched for someone of your size, your voice cracking as you feel your entire face grow hot.

He pokes his head back out like a whack-a-mole, a very pleased look on his face. "Yeeess?" He asks, sickly sweet. "Something the problem big man?"

"I-" You try, too many thoughts weighing down your tongue, "-You-" this time your voice cracks, "-why-" you hiccup, your lungs choosing this time to request air as you breathe in. You look in his eyes as best you can, but the way the sparkle makes it difficult for your body to stoke the flames of anger you've grown so used to feel. ". . . блят." You finally manage to say, your shoulders sagging.

He grins at you, his hands sliding down to pet the soft surface of your stomach, fingers pressing down to feel the hard muscle beneath the fat. "Aye, big bear of a fucker, you are." He grins and goes on his tippy toes, the shirt moving up with him before he lightly pecks your lips. "Yae look good like this."

"Yeah?" You grunt, trying not to show how the soft touch affects you but your ears feel like you'd dipped them into the pits of hell.

"Definitely." He's confident when his hands slides down to grope your ass, forcing another embarrassing sound from your chest. "Now how about we get some more food in yer belly? Make you the famous MacTavish pie."

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For those who want more screenshots if those two do not suffice, a nice longer one and the art mentioned if you can't believe it

There's no way I just found out a huge cod artist supports proshippers who have made Gaz slave porn and p3do shit 🧍🏽‍♂️

[princeguri66]

Thinking about Ghost who loves physical touch but everyone assumes he doesn't.

Sfw/somewhat angsty in the beginning then Nsfw. DNI: Minors, Fem Aligned, Accounts that are ageless and or have no pronouns.

This is my work, don't copy or steal nor put into AI. Thank you :3c 5,163 words

GN reader, but clearly made with masc/men aligned in mind! Nsfw will be at the end and have a - at the beginning and end of it to signify it. Also reader does top by penetrating Simon with only their fingers, and it is hinted at that reader rails him after but isn't written so everyone masc aligned can enjoy! (Also hinted at polyam 141 at the end).

Thinking about Ghost who loves physical touch, but everyone assumes he doesn't. Even those who arguably know him quite well tend to hesitate, or barely have ever touched him.

It stings him a bit when he sees how easily Price taps his hand on Gaz or Soap. How Price will even slap their chest and or call them sunshine.

It burns when Gaz is able to pull Soap into a friendly hug, bantering away with the other man. Sure Gaz will share a joke or two with Ghost, but the easy camaraderie he has with Soap and Price is never shown to Ghost.

It downright hurts when all Soap ever does is touch his shoulders, or bump his fist against his chest. Never pushing further and pulling him into a hug, but he's glad Soap at least banters with him. Pulling small breathy chuckles from him as they share their jokes, from dad jokes to army jokes to dark but actually pretty funny jokes. Those moments soothe the longing and loneliness he feels, soothing the buildup of emotions lodging itself into his chest.

That's why it's a surprise when you come along, having been added to the team by Price.

Price had explained that you were too friendly with your allies, liked to pull people into hugs as a greeting. Granted, you never did so without making sure the person was okay with it. But you were too rambunctious, and while your previous team was okay with it, it got on their nerves and annoyed them as time went on.

When he had heard that, he had let out a laugh. "I'm sure we'll kick 'em off that habit, doubt the newbie would hug me." Garnering chuckles from the 141. Internally, however, Ghost was reeling.

How could anyone get annoyed at physical affection? It's all Ghost ever wants, someone he knows is safe pulling him into a hug. Someone he knows has his back, easily slinging their arm around his shoulders. He wants to be put in those playful headlocks, he wants to be gently moved to the side by someone who isn't afraid to put their hand on his back or waist.

Internally, he thinks your previous team is ungrateful and stupid. And he hopes that you'll share that easy affection with him too.

Of course it takes you a bit to warm up with the 141, not shy around them but obviously trying to gain your footing. But when you do, it's the friendlier ones you start to show affection to first.

The first one is Soap, who had been sent on a solo mission. When he had came back, you were the first one to greet him and pull him into a hug. Congratulating him for coming back safe, uncaring that he's all dirty and reeks. Soap of course, is dead tired and melts into the hug. Clearly needing it by the way his hands shakily come up to your back and grab on. His body leaning against yours as he buries his face into your neck, and you? You had the biggest, most warmest smile on your face as you let the man cling onto you. Not even hesitating to help him towards the showers, muttering how a debrief can wait, and rushing off to Soap's room to grab him some clothes to change into.

He had watched that all with wide eyes, want flaring in his gut as he sees the way Soap tiredly looks at you rush off with a small grin.

"We've got ourselves a sweetheart, don't we Lt?" Soap's tired exhale is lighthearted, his eyes meeting Ghost's.

"We sure do Johnny. Now hop in, you reek." Soap's laughter reaches your ears as you speedily return, making you curious and ask what was so funny. Handing the clothes to Soap who just smiles and pats your arm in thanks.

"Don't worry about it, thanks for this." Soap smiles warmly, turning around to head into the showers and closing the door behind him.

After that, it was Gaz. The man had been feeling down lately, revealing to the team that his partner had broken up with him right before valentine's day. That they had been sweethearts since they were teens, and this breakup had him reeling as he truly thought they were the one for him.

Of course you being the person you are, you had sought out every single thing you knew Gaz liked. You made him tea just the way you had seen him make it, handing it to him without a word and scampering away. Leaving a confused 141 behind, as you do so. All of them sitting on the chairs and couches in the rec room, eyes going to Gaz when he lets out a small noise.

"How the hell has the newbie managed to make my tea exactly the way I like it?" Gaz's eyes are wide, looking at the others with disbelief.

"You guys haven't noticed? The guy's observant, I could practically see the mental notes taken whenever we like something a certain way." Price pipes up, leaning back in his chair as he chuckles.

That makes them all begin to think, sure they had noticed your eyes on them. But had brushed it off as curiosity, and as you figuring out the nonverbal boundaries of the team.

You come back a while later, Gaz's tea long gone by now. With four bags in your hand as you walk in.

"Happy Valentine's day, everyone." You murmur softly, a slight hint of worry in your tone as you dump a bag in Gaz's lap first before dumping a bag in the rests of their laps. You run off once more, to do God knows what, and leave them reeling once more.

"No way!" Is the exclamation that has all of their heads turning to Gaz once more, whose face is now filled with excitement instead of his earlier sad mood.

"All of my favorite sweets, some clothes in my favorite color, flowers, and new headphones to replace my broken ones? This is better than anything my ex ever did!" Gaz's excited words had them all pausing, before eagerly ruffling through their own bag.

It seems you truly did pay attention to them each.

While they all roughly got the same things as Gaz. Sweets they like, clothes they like, a flower (less than Gaz's amount since he did just go through a breakup), and an item they had expressed wanting recently but haven't had the time to grab.

It was the fact that each of their things was truly meant with them in mind. Even Ghost had thought no one had paid attention to his mumbling about his favorite color, or the fact he needed some new gloves from this one brand he likes. The military issued gloves were too rough on his skin, and the brand was just as good but better on his hands.

You hide away for a bit, before finally showing up once more. Ducking your head when they all thank you, Gaz coming up to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you, I really appreciate you trying to cheer me up. It worked very well." Gaz says softly, an easygoing grin on his face. Only to let out a slight oof when you drag him into a hug. Making the man chuckle, but he leans into it, clearly needing someone to simply be there for him.

"It was no problem." You mumble softly, one arm wrapped around Gaz's waist as the other moves up and down his back. Your hand gentle but firm as you rub Gaz's back, making the man breathe out and close his eyes.

"You're a good man, and I know you'll find the true love of your life soon." Sure they had all said the same thing to him, but you're still newish. So it's different coming from you, making Gaz soften just a bit more and melt against you.

The next one is Price. Price who seems to be at his wits end, pacing and storming around the place. His hand smoothing down his beard as he mumbles to himself.

Usually everyone just steers clear of Price for a bit, letting him stew until he makes eye contact with them first. Then they ask him what's wrong, getting the man to finally cease his pacing. Only for them to hear him sigh and shake his head, a firm "nothing" leaving his lips.

But you take one look at him, and just.... Seem to know what to do.

Price doesn't even register your very light hand on his back guiding him towards the couch. Just goes along with it as his muttering continues, only half noting what you're doing.

You stand behind him, your hands running along his shoulders for a moment. Before finally beginning to massage Price's shoulders and neck, lightly at first. Enough to make the man's muttering stop, but his hand keeps smoothing his beard and his body remains tense.

"Tell me Captain. What's wrong?" Your voice low and soothing, not wanting to overwhelm the man.

"It's nothing, just getting too worked up in my head." About to get up when your firm hands push him back down, getting a surprised grunt from him.

"That happens to me too sometimes. I get so frustrated over things, but instead of bottling it up, I do something to get my thoughts and feelings out. What do you do when that happens, sir?" Surprisingly, putting yourself in the same light as him has Price's tight lipped hold on his thoughts loosening. Empathy truly works, as your hands become more firm on his shoulders and neck.

You know you found the right pressure when he lets out a groan, letting you work the tightness out as he finally begins to spill his thoughts to you. The others watch with wide eyes as you do what they never really could as easily, always having to really pry the other man's thoughts out of him.

Ghost, by this point, thought you were afraid to touch him too. Granted, you treated him just like the others but.... You haven't had that breakthrough moment you did with the others with him, and at this point you had been around for a bit longer now. Enough for the term newbie to be freshly dropped away, and your callsign or last name to be used more often.

He had been walking past your quarters when he heard faint sniffling and muttering coming from behind your door. Concerned, he knocks twice gently before you murmur a soft come in. Your puffy eyes and sad smile meet him as you continue to rub off the tears that had no doubt just been on your cheeks.

"What's wrong, are you alright?" His low voice filled with concern as he walks into your room and closes the door behind him, meeting your tired gaze.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just got something silly in my head, I'll be fine in a moment." You rub your face as you stand up, letting out a weak chuckle as you look at him.

"Are you sure? You know I wouldn't mind if you talked to me or needed something." He says gently, voice as soothing as he can make it. Something he hasn't had to really do in a long time, not having anyone to comfort in years.

He sees you debate his words in your head, a long momentary pause, before finally nodding your head.

"I need a hug, if you don't mind?" Your voice far too weak for his liking, making Ghost's heart clench as he opens up his arms.

"Course, come on then-" Barely finishing his sentence before you're lunging towards him and hugging him tightly, your face burying against him as you finally touch him.

Parts of Simon feel guilty for finding some relief in your hug, especially since you needed one so bad. But a bigger part of him is just happy he can help you during this moment, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight against him.

"You'll be sound soon, mate. Just relax for me, alright?" He mumbles lowly, feeling you nod and relax into the hug. The desperation in your grip loosening, but you keep your arms wrapped around him.

After that moment, it seems the wall had been broken down.

You would find him wherever he was and sling an arm around his shoulder, asking him with a smile how his day was so far. Or he'd be making himself tea and grabbing a mug from the cupboards, only to feel your hand on his waist as you squeeze past him. You'd even plop down next to him, squeezing yourself half onto his lap and half onto the seat of the armchair he sits upon, happily talking to him.

He loves it.

But he especially loves seeing the rest of the 141 look on with wide eyes, as if they can't believe he isn't throwing you halfway across the room. Sure they know that's not how he'd actually react, plus they know he doesn't mind small touches here and there. But he knows it's a sight to see when he melts into your touch, not minding more than just a hesitant pat on the shoulder or chest.

What he didn't expect was for the others to start showing him affection too, emboldened by your actions and becoming more touchy with him. Suddenly Price isn't hesitating anymore when he taps his shoulder or chest, even smiling and calling him Simon even more warmly than before. Suddenly Gaz is bantering with him and putting an arm around his shoulder, no longer hesitant to make a harmless joke at Ghost's expense. Suddenly Soap is pulling him into a hug after Ghost is sent on a long solo mission, strong arms easily handling his weight as he marches him to the showers.

It's everything he's been wanting and more, soothing the stings and burning want in his chest that no longer appears. His mood becoming brighter as the days go on, and he knows everyone's picked up on it. All thanks to you, and the ease you have when it comes to affection.

- That's why it surprises him when he starts to crave more, his eyes wandering to your hands and face. Wondering what it is he could possibly want from you now, after all he has everything he's been aching for. What else is there for him to need or desire?

It isn't until you're all at the pub near the base, needing time to unwind from the common stressors of being in the military. He doesn't quite know what or who started this conversation, but he tries to pretend he isn't paying rapt attention to your words as he sips at his drink.

"Yeah I've had men, women, people of all genders in my bed before. Tried quite a few things and figured out exactly what I like." You say easily, not quite as buzzed from the one drink you have in your hand. Smiling when Gaz and Soap turn to you with interest, curiosity in their eyes.

"Really? Would have never thought you were all that experienced." Soap's surprised tone makes you laugh, landing a hand on his shoulder as your own shake in amusement.

"You thought I was a massive virgin? I'm hurt MacTavish." Making everyone chuckle before Gaz grabs your attention.

"So what did you figure out is exactly what you like? If you don't mind me asking." Gaz asks, eyes on you like a hawk that's found something quite interesting. Always being the one to want to know more about whatever he finds intriguing.

"Men. Preferably strong, tall, and manly. Makes them all the more sweeter when I take them apart." You pause, realizing you've just said a bit too much to your team. Making you duck your head slightly as an embarrassed grin makes its way across your face.

"That was a lot, maybe this drink is affecting me more than I thought." You all laugh it off, changing the subject seamlessly after some harmless teasing. But Simon?

Simon was reeling.

He can't help but imagine it. Those hands of yours wrapped around his length, slowly pumping him as your other hand's fingers pushing into him. Your mouth spilling out warm praise about how good he's being, how beautiful he is as you take him apart.... It has him clearing his throat and excusing himself to use the bathroom, unaware of how your eyes follow him with curiosity and guilt. Wondering if you've made him uncomfortable.

He's at the sink, the back of his mask rolled up so he can cool the back of his neck and lower face with water. Hearing you come in, giving you a glance before he continues to try and cool down.

"Hey, I'm.... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I know not everyone is alright with sexual topics being a bit vulgar." You mumble, avoiding his eyes in the mirror as you look away. Your words have him pausing, pausing for too long.

"I'll just go, I'm sorry Ghost." But that's wrong, his callsign is wrong coming from your lips when not on a mission. Something in his chest clenching as he rushes to grab your hand, stopping you from leaving.

"Don't apologize, or call me Ghost. I wasn't uncomfortable, you never make me uncomfortable." He whispers, letting go of your hand when you turn to face him.

"Then why'd you leave so stiffly and suddenly, Simon?" Murmuring under your breath, wiping off the wetness of your hand on your pants after his wet hand had grabbed yours. Uncertainty in your gaze as you look at him.

He hates that, never wanting you to be unsure around him.

He breathes in, warring with himself internally. Does he tell you the truth, that what you said had him hot and bothered? Wanting you to take him apart so skillfully, ruining him for anybody else. Or does he lie and say some other asinine thing to make you think the timing was just coincidental.

He pauses, before steeling himself. He'll tell you the truth, and hopes for the best case scenario. Even if things go south and you become awkward around him, he'll give you your space until things can hopefully settle once more.

"I left because what you described had me wanting it badly. I left because you got me all hot and bothered, and I didn't want everyone to see me shamelessly want beg you to take me apart." He tries to ignore the anxiety pooling in his gut as you take in his words, his already damp palms starting to become sweaty as he stands before you. Feeling like a weak schoolboy confessing to his crush, even locking his knees in place the second he feels them wobble.

God, Simon. Get it together.

The relief he feels when you smile at him, leaning in close as you slowly put your hands on his waist. A shudder running through him as you begin to whisper.

"You want me to take care of you, Simon? Take you apart until all you know is how my name tastes in your mouth?" Your voice pitched low, sensual. It has his breath hitching in his chest as he nods, probably a bit too enthusiastically when you laugh softly at him.

"Then come on, sweet thing. Let's head back to base and I'll take care of you, yeah?"

He's glad for his mask as he feels himself become flushed, letting you hold his hand and guide him back to the table with the others. Knees slightly wobbling at the way he can feel your thumb rub soothing circles on the back of his hand.

"Lads, Simon and I are heading back to base. He's not feeling too hot, and I'm feeling peaky myself. Probably a bug going around that's decided to hit us now." Easily creating an excuse, voice so nonchalant that if he didn't know you were taking him to base for other reasons, he'd believe it too.

After the others nod, say they hope you both feel better and that they are staying for a bit longer, you head off. Hand in hand towards the base that Simon wishes was a bit closer so you can have him faster.

When you finally get him into your room, he feels a bit out of his element. Sure he isn't a stumbling virgin, but usually Simon takes the lead. Having his flings moaning and crying out his name, melting into the sheets as he makes them come apart.

So he's a bit out of his depth, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room as you lock your door. Turning around and smiling knowingly at him, walking up to him and running your hands slowly down his arms.

"Relax, alright? Just let me lead, and I'll take good care of you Simon." Your voice sends a wave of heat through him, makes him swallow thickly and breathe out slowly.

"Alright." He echoes back just as soft and quiet, breath hitching in his chest as your hands move to his waist. Leaning forward to kiss his lips through his mask, then sensation making him shudder.

Your lips are distracting, even with the mask in the way, your hands just as much as well. He doesn't even realize that you've got him on laid out on the bed until you pull away from his lips, chuckling when he tries to lean up and follow them.

"Relax, be good for me yeah? I won't leave you wanting, doll." You peck his lips once more, teasing your hands at the hem of his shirt. Simon thanks his lucky stars he decided to forgo his usual layers and just wear a long-sleeve shirt instead. The heat of your hand radiating through that simple touch has him practically about to keen.

He nods, settling down and helping you remove his shirt. Gasping when your hands finally explore his body without a thin barrier blocking the feel of your skin against his. He bites down on his bottom lip when you begin to kiss and nip your way down to his chest, breathing out through his nose when your mouth meets his pecs.

Fuck. You're too good at this. Tongue swirling as you suck on his nipple, treating his chest like he's got the plumpest tits in the world. Your fingers coming up to play with the other side, making his back arch up into the sensations. He didn't even know he would enjoy his chest being played with so much, and the way you're going about it has him weakly moaning low in his throat as he fists the sheets.

"That's it love, sound so sweet for me. Doing so good, behaving perfectly." You nip at his pec, before bringing your mouth to the other one. Making Simon buck against you, breathless as he loses himself in the easy and pleasurable haze you're putting him in. He doesn't even notice the whimpers leaving his slack lips, because you're touching him so fucking good.

He whines, honest to god whines when you pull your mouth away to kiss further down. Licking and sucking your way down his stomach, kissing just below his navel. Nosing his happy trail as your fingers trace his belt, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"Can I?" Laughing lightly when he nods enthusiastically, already lifting his hips up to help you slide them off.

When he's bare under your eyes, you can't help the breathless noise you make as you drink him in. His flush chest is puffy and thighs spread wide, his thick length twitching against his stomach. He looks so delicious like this, surprising you when he reaches up and rips his mask off. Mouth wide open as he pants, and you're struck with the feeling that you did that to him.

"There you are pretty boy, so gorgeous." You hum out, kissing his thighs and smiling as his cock jumps the closer you get. You don't tease him for long, because you need to taste him and hear the sweet sounds he'll make.

Simon doesn't disappoint, crying out hoarsely when you lick slowly up his length. Throwing his head back and fisting the sheets when you take his tip into your mouth, hips squirming with the need to buck up more into your warm mouth. Making you huff through your nose, and hold his hips down, feeding more of his arousal down your throat.

You peer up at him through your lashes, humming around him at the sight you see. Flush chest heaving as he looks down at you, eyes teary and wide. Cheeks darkened by his blush that spans down the length of his neck and reaches up to the tips of his ears. Knowing he's getting close as his thighs tense around you, and his tip steadily leaks more into your inviting mouth.

Pulling off while wiping your mouth, you coo at him sympathetically when he protests. Claiming he was so close, and just needed a bit more. Making you lean down to finally taste those bitten red lips of his without his mask blocking the way, shushing the man up.

"Can I finger you? Unless you want to do things differently? Your choice love." You rasp, throat already beginning to sound wrecked from the fact you had his long length in your throat.

He groans but settles down, going pliant against the sheets while you reach into the nightstand next to your bed. Grabbing your lube, then kneeling between his legs after kissing him breathless. Smiling when he whines once more, letting himself watch you lazily through his wet lashes.

"That's it love, stay relaxed and sweet for me yeah?" Uncapping the lube and pouring it onto your cupped palm, closing and tossing it on the bed. You rub your hands together, slicking your fingers and warming the cold lube. His breathing beginning to calm down, only for him to jolt when one of your warm slick hands wrap around his length to stroke him slowly.

You scoot a bit closer, sitting back on your heels as your thighs hold his thighs up and open for you. His hole twitching as your pointer finger traces his rim slowly, getting him used to the feeling as your strokes quicken enough to distract him. Smiling when he breathes in sharply, biting down on his bottom lip as his hips roll up.

"You ever been opened up like this? Soft and slow?" You ask softly, sinking in the tip of your finger slowly when his mouth falls open to answer. Making the man groan as he shakes his head, fisting the sheets once more.

"No, never.... Never like this, like I'm fragile." He hums when your finger pushes in more, hole swallowing your finger easily because of how lax against the pillows he is. Shuddering when you begin to slowly explore and stretch his walls gently, hips bucking up with a moan when you graze his prostate.

"Right there love?" He nods at your question, eyes rolling back as you press and circle the gland with the pad of your finger. Leaning down to kiss and suck on his chest once more, his hand coming up to gently grab the back of your head. Unable to help his moaning as you play his body expertly, a piano under the hands of a pianist. A violin in the grasp of a violinist, a canvas being painted on by an artist.

"Fuck you sound so sweet, darling. Feels good doesn't it?" You mumble, lifting your head up to look at Simon's face. Cheeks flushed, lips spit-slicked and red, puffs of air escaping his mouth as he looks up at you. And God, you just can't help but taste his lips again. His sweet low moans adding to your pleasure of knowing this big man is all yours to slowly break apart, so strong yet mush beneath your touch.

"I need—fuck—another finger. Please." He pleads against your lips, leaning forward to slot your lips together. Whining into your mouth as another slick finger slides into him, your other hand speeding up its strokes. Punched out groans and gasps swallowed up by your mouth until you pull away, leaning back up to watch where your hands touch and push. Your eyes zoned in on making this man sing for you.

And that's exactly what you do, curling your fingers just right. Stretching him open on another finger, smoothing you thumb against his tip before smoothly stroking down his length. It's easy and mind numbing pleasure for him when he cries out your name, your name ringing in your ears and vibrating around your skull. Pulling your hand on his length away to clean up the mess he made, his cock twitching valiantly when your tongue darts out to lick it up. His eyes on yours as he shudders through the aftershocks, walls squeezing around your still fingers.

With how his chest heaves, you thought he wouldn't be able to go another round. Beginning to slowly take your fingers out when he reaches down to stop your wrist, slowly sinking back down onto your hand.

"We've got all night, and I want to see you taken care of too." He moans when your fingers are fully back in him again, letting go of your wrist to lean up on his elbows. Lazy smile on his face when he hears your sharp intake of breath.

"You're right, we do have all night don't we?" -

The next day you and Simon are clean and dressed, walking towards the rec room and wondering why none of the 141 wants to meet your eyes. You don't wonder for long when Price speaks up, tips of his ears red despite the professional look on his face.

"We all came back right after you two did. So we heard.... We heard everything."

Had you been lesser than, you would have hauled ass to your room. But luckily enough for you, it's Simon who puts a hand on your shoulder. Stopping you from making your great escape to never show your face again.

He leans close, masked lips pressing against your ear.

"Look at them, love. They aren't embarrassed, nor trying to embarrass us." He whispers, voice sending a shiver down your spine as you pay attention.

The other men were looking at you with curiosity, intrigue, desire. Making your eyes widen for a moment, before settling into the thought of taking apart each of the other members of this team. Imagining what each would taste and sound like, if they'd be as sweet as Simon.

And well.... Maybe Simon wouldn't mind sharing as long as he remains the one who's mostly benefitting from your touch.

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Thank you for the tag! I hope it isn't too late for me to jump in

I tried my best to make sure they are from different series haha

No-need-to-reblog-if-you-don't-feel-like-it tags

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four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !! I'll go first !

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Oh you're fucking kidding me

There's no way I just found out a huge cod artist supports proshippers who have made Gaz slave porn and p3do shit 🧍🏽‍♂️

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Guys if you have any.. poly141 x mreader suggestions.. please I'm desperate for more of them but I'm all dry of ideas.. give me ideas and I'll write em please

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(apologies guys, got heavy duty assignments and I barely had time to sleep myself)

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task force 141 react to Male reader who's a big softie outside the battlefield like bro love to cook for the team and very great at it too he'll be growing a flowers in his room and stuffs

This can be headcanon or whatever I'm ok with anything Thanks bro!

(Also can the reader be a big guy? I have a soft spot for big guys who's a softie)

Green thumb and searing pans.

Pairing: TF141 (Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap) X Male reader.

Word count: 1.3k

Content: 141 and being interested in readers hobbies of Gardening and cooking, being described as a big guy, Soap being unable to cook. Uhhh thats about it.

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⚝ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⚝

As a big guy in the military, Price half-expected you to be interested in hunting or very masculine hobbies. 

So when he walked in on you cooking in the morning, he was kind of shocked. Sure Price liked to cook a full English and dinner occasionally, But you were all out cooking, like chef levels. He wouldn't be surprised if you work as a chef or something off-duty. 

If you let him eat what you cook, or even make requests, he will become obsessed with your cooking, to the point where he's asking you to make dinner or waking you up in the morning to make breakfast.

That's how he finds out about the plants—coming to get you one morning to cook for him and seeing the plant pots all over your room. 

While you're waking up and getting dressed, he's looking over and asking you about all the plants. They look really well taken care of, he thought you were just a cook but you had a green thumb too.

He likes asking you about the different plants and learning about them, and when he's out on missions, if he sees one he tells whoever's closest what it is and how you told him. 

Considering his interest peaked, he probably asks you if you cook with what you make. Only off duty, considering the limited space you had in your room. 

Price would let you keep plants in his office, along the windows and stuff so you can have more growing and not be overwhelmed in your room. 

He will offer his help with taking care of the plants and cooking, but the second he messes up, he backs off and watches you rather than making a mistake again. 

If you are bored , he will ask you to cook for him, whether it's just tiny snacks or full-course meals. No one else can have any (Although if anything is labeled as “made by y/n” in the kitchen everyone eating it) 

There is no such thing as leftovers after you make it. 

If Price goes out to eat and tries something he knows he likes, hell ask you to make it. He will praise it endlessly, being better than wherever he ate it from initaly. 

He makes it a habit to remind you to water your plants. Even when you forget, it creeps you out sometimes. 

☠︎︎ 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 “𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭” 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 ☠︎︎

Ghost doesn't show it, but he is kind of surprised to see you be able to name all the flowers they come across. Or if you eat together, you could tell him how they make it. 

He initially thinks it's just you being really knowledgeable, but when he sees you cooking in the middle of the night he just realizes. 

He ends up sitting and watching you when you cook, but won't eat it unless you offer him some. If you make it for him, expect him to cry the whole time ( joking, but he would really appreciate it) 

Ghosts is not really the cooking type himself, so he wouldn't want to help and risk messing up the meal so he just stands and watches, occasionally passing you things you ask for.  

But he's more than willing to lend a hand with the plants, he's only worried about snapping them or dropping the plant pots accidentally. He acts bored the whole time even if he's really having fun.

If there are leftovers of your food in the kitchen, he's got an extra sense that tells him when, and it is his the second you leave the kitchen. (It becomes a competition to see who can get it before Ghost) 

Ghost would ask you to keep him company when off duty, so he doesn't end up eating read-made meals the whole time and gets to spend time with you. He enjoys the company secretly but enjoys the food more vocally. 

Bro craves your food, he is worse than Price. He will wake you up in the middle of the night just standing at the foot of the bed in the dark like “Feed me…” 

He ends up keeping some plants in his own room, while not as many as you have they are still enough for him. He probably got them off you and takes care of them to the best of his abilities. He would feel bad if they started flying off. 

★ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 “𝐆𝐚𝐳” 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 ★

Gaz initaly teased you about your interest, making sarcastic comments about how cooking and gardening don't seem like hobbies that would fit you.

However, he doesn't mean harm by it and is genuinely happy for you to see your interest in the hobbies. 

Your cooking impressed Gaz. He very openly enjoys and praises your food. 

He insists on helping you when you cook, giving you recommendations but never changing the recipe too much.  He never lets your food go unseasoned. 

He's got a soft spot for the plants, and will only help if you ask him to. He ends up asking a bajillion questions about them, the types, the proper care, and so on. He probably gets really into it because of you and starts growing his own plants.

Off duty, he will invite you over to his house so you can help him with the plants and just hang out. He will grow stuff for you to cook with and loves to eat it afterward. 

He would really appreciate it if you taught him how to cook and gave him recipes to try in his own time. 

Gaz may not be the quickest to get your leftovers, but he never leaves any himself. And if you let him, will take some of the leftovers home to his family. 

He tries to cook or bake for you as a thank you when you help him out or just when he feels like making something and doesn't want it to go to waste. 

He prefers to eat your food over literally anything else. 

He likes asking you to make food from his childhood, or even talking him through the meanings of flowers (I think he would really like that really mean/ negative bouquet of flowers) 

🫧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 “𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩” 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 🫧

Soap would also tease you about it, but he wouldn't let up about it no matter how close you both eventually get. 

He probably finds taking care of the plants boring, so he hangs out with you when you taking care of them and just sketches the flowers out to remember them. 

But he's fully invested in the food, he would help out if he was any good at cooking. He tries to help but ends up setting something on fire and is banned until further notice. 

He would keep plants but forget to take care of them, so if you need more space to put your plants you are welcome to use his room but he won't take care of them. 

Watching you cook or work with flowers becomes his hobby, it's oddly relaxing. 

If you attempt to teach him how to cook, he's nervous about messing up the whole time no matter how little he's doing. He appreciates the attempt, but he feels like he is going to blow up eggs again. 

He ended up buying you something like Lego flowers (just any non-perishable flowers) as a way to connect with you without being the reason some flowers die. 

He would always brag about how your food is better when in public, he probably believes you cook better than Gordon Ramsey. Even if you make up a bad batch or mess something up, he’ll scarf it down like an animal.

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Yoo can we get some reqs in my bro's inbox 🔥🔥

I am sadly throughly out of ideas for smut and out of motivation for anything else but I have a feeling I should write something or I’ll feel bad, which means

*drumroll*

so that I can write ‘em of course :D

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Gotta stop the all nighters I keep sleeping for 10 hrs the next day

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Locker-room jokes

CW:NSFW MDNI, FTM reader and Gaz, frotting, oral, first times, masc terms (cock, cocklet, bottom growth) this is based off a post I saw somewhere and a talk I had with @embry-garrick . Author isn't trans so tell me if this sucks lol

Guys comparing dick sizes in the locker room is a joke as old as time. You'd never considered entertaining it as it always came off stupid to you. . . yet here you are.

The locker room is thankfully empty except for you and Gaz, the silence buzzing beneath your skin and leaving you awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to the other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked before, God knows some of the communal showers on different bases were little bigger than shoe boxes, but the expectation to do more than just catch a glimpse — that makes you feel naked.

Agreeing to this had been easy, but now that it came time to put your words were your mouth was you realize you were too arrogant; You can't quite make yourself meet Gaz's gaze, eyes flickering from his face to the darkened lines beneath his pecks, to the sparce trail of body hair that disappears down beneath the towel wrapped around his hips before returning to his face, your cheeks burning.

"Oh, is someone nervous?" Gaz shows you mercy by sauntering closer, gun calloused hands finding their place on your hips and thumbs slipping beneath the towel's hem. "Scared you're not going to be able to rise to the occasion?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it as he snickers at his own words.

You open your mouth to speak but you're forced to bite your tongue when Kyle presses against you, chest to chest and skin to skin. He tilts his head back, your noses brushing together. "You know," His lips brush against yours, just a ghost and a promise something more should you listen to him. "You could just quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Even the miniscule sensation of his lips on yours leaves your body wanting more, your ribs aching to be wrenched open so he can hold your heart in his hands. Damn tempter.

You ignore your body's wants, the knowledge of him testing you making something burn in your chest. "In your dreams." You repeat the same words that got you into this mess, the words that awakened his competitive streak.

You mimic him by gripping his hips and clutching the towel barely hanging around him. But there's a small tremor in your hands, anxiety nibbling on your nerves — You're treading new ground, the furthest you two ever got was drunken make out sessions and heavy groping in bathrooms or broom closets or Price's office that one time.

Kyle doesn't mention the tremble, your actions earning yourself a pleased grin from him. "Ooh, aren't you arrogant." Which is good; it wouldn't be fun if you were a wet rag about it. Kyle's fingers shift to skirt across your sides before gripping your towel tighter. "Tell you what, we take them off together, yeah?"

"Aren't you thoughtful." Your words make him grin, but you nod your head. "Fine—" You grip his towel, the muscles in your arm tensing. "One, two, three-"

You barely manage to say the last number before Kyle yanks the towel off your hips and tosses it carelessly on the nearby bench. You scramble to do the same, your hands suddenly your mortal enemies as you stumble around a bit while you feel his eyes on you before you manage to take his towel off.

Gaz knows he looks good, he's proud of his body, but the way your eyes travel across his frame — from his face to his chest, following the happy trail of sparce hair down his abdomen to his groin where the neatly trimmed pubic hair accentuates the length of his bottom growth— has blood rushing to his cock, has him feeling high as a kite.

He looks you over up and down, both to see your embarrassment grown and because he's pleased by what he sees. His eyes settles to your groin where a bush of hair partly obscures your own bottom growth, glancing between you and himself. "I reckon I'm bigger."

Something about the way he says it, like he's a jaguar that just caught a cayman, sparks something inside you. "Only because you're smooth as a baby's ass." You growl and push a hand between your bodies, trapping your cock between two fingers and spreading them slightly so it's fully on display. "I'm bigger." You can't help but press a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, some of your arrogance coming back.

Kyle tries not to, but a pleased noise escapes his throat — you're definitely bigger, at least half an inch if not more. He's not willing to admit defeat that quickly, but fuck, the change in your attitude is a major turn on.

"Cheater." The accusation would be far more hurtful if he didn't press himself closer, one hand holding your shoulder, the other sliding down to hold his cocklet. "Just gotta-" But he doesn't stop there, slowly stroking the length of it between his fingers, thumb swirling across the tip. "-I'll show you big."

"Now who's cheating?" You snark, using your free hand to hold Kyle tightly so he doesn't lose his balance. You don't stop him, mesmerized by the way each languid stroke has his cock chubbing up a bit more, slick easing the glide as it glistens across his flushed flesh.

"You started it-hah!—" You pick the moment to grind your groin into his, the tip of your cocklet roughly grinding against his and forcing a small punched out noise from his lungs.

"Whoops." You grunt, pleasure starting to simmer in your veins as you grind your cock against his again. "Sorry, just needed to get the right angle." Your tone makes the lie obvious but you can't be bothered to make it sound believable, the combination of shifting of your hips and the slow movement of your hand as you stroke yourself at the same tempo as him has lightning rushing up your spine. "I'm still bigger than you."

"Bastard!" The curse morphs into a short laugh and finally into a moan that bounces off the tiled walls, his head tilting forward to place a sloppy and disorganized kiss on your cheek. Kyle pants against your skin, leaving crescent shaped bruises on your shoulder from how tightly he grips you. "Hold on, I just have to-" He moans again, rocking his hips to meet yours that has the sensitive heads of your cocklets bumping together. "-fuck- fuck- just, give me a minute it gets bigger."

"What's wrong Kyle, failing to rise to the occasion?" You have no idea how wet that smug tone of yours makes him, but with how obscenely loudly his slick squelches against his fingers, Kyle's sure you'll figure it out soon. "Here, let me help you."

It's Kyles turn to be surprised when you push him into one of the stalls, his back meeting the cold tiles of the shower. "What are you planning?" He grunts, a yelp escaping him when you suddenly grab his thighs, picking up and bending him nearly in half until your head's cradled between his thighs and his cock's inches away from your mouth. The years of gymnastics makes the position possible, the numb pain of muscles deep in his back stretching making the pleasure so much sharper.

You blow cold air across his sensitive cocklet, watching it twitch with need. "Relax, just getting a better look." The way his thighs shake when you lick a slow stripe up his cock has your mind buzzing, the needy sound that breaks past his lips sweet as honey to your ears. "I'm gonna help you get as big as you can." It's hard to look away from his cock but you force yourself to look up at Gaz, resting his cocklet against your lips. "It's only fair."

"You-" Whatever he wanted to say next is cut off when you take his entire cock in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a few moments before you suck. "-oh fuck!" His hands scramble to find purchase on your shoulders, gripping your hair as he hunches over, his mouth right next to your ear so you can head a moan leave him — deep and low and so desperate.

It makes you want to pull more of those sounds out of him. And you do — sloppily slurping on his cocklet for a few seconds only to pull off to lick it, alternating between slow strong swipes of your tongue across his entire shaft to small kitten licks on his tip. Occasionally you pull off entirely to blow cold air across it, keeping him teetering on that edge of pleasure, silencing the sounds of discontent with a few swipes near his hole before taking all of him into your mouth to repeat the cycle.

You don't know what's more intoxicating; You feel yourself grow drunk off the slightly sweet and musky taste of his slick that runs down your chin, the image of his abdominal muscles fluttering and thighs shaking from the building pleasure in his belly burned into your mind, Kyles babbles of "Yeah, like th- fuck, fuck, fuck- that- pleas-hah—" and calls of your name broken by moans and whimpers like the song of angels.

You feel him get closer to the edge, or at least you assume so by the way the grinding of his hips into your face grows erratic, your name being the only word that still clings to his brain as he chants it like a mantra, his fingers shaking from how tightly he grips your shoulders.

Kyle makes a sound like a wounded animal when you suddenly pull off, "-no-no-nono!" He cries, hips still bucking into the air with the need to tumble over the edge of pleasure, tears staining his cheeks as he manages to force out a weak glare. "Wh- why w-gh!- why?"

"We still have to compare." Your voice is rough like you'd been gurgling shards of glass, holding him steady as you lower him enough to wrap his legs around your waist, pressing your bodies together until you're smushing him into the wall.

He doesn't complain as the sudden move has your bottom growths rubbing against one another, and only now do you realize your body is as desperate as his. "Y- ah fuck- yeah right." There's still that fire in him, but now he uses it to grip the back of your skull and mush your lips together, ignoring the taste of himself on your lips. "Just-shit mh!- move."

Kyle's heels digging into your flank makes you rock forward, grinding your cocks together. Your slick mixes together, your pubic hair sticking to his skin and tickling the sensitive flesh of his cock with every thrust. He openly moans into your mouth, licking in and around your open mouth, trying to clean off the slick staining your skin but only making a bigger mess as spit now mixes with his juices.

Kyle feels like he's burning up, like he's just a puddle of please — the pace you set is rough and your kisses are sloppy and desperate and it feels like Heaven. Gaz wraps all four limbs around you tightly yet he still gyrates his pelvis to meet yours, every nerve in your bodies feeling like a live wire as pleasure builds and builds until it's ready to spill over.

"Fuck- Kyle-" You grunt, your fingers leaving bruises on his flesh, his back sliding up and down against the tiles as you increase your pace, every brush of his flesh against yours banging on your skull. "I'm -mhm- close."

"Mh- me too-" He slurs against your lips, kissing you until both of you are gasping for air. "please-please-please-love- make us cum, plea- ah fuck!—" Kyle shouts as his orgasm finally crashes into him, toes curling and head tilting to bite your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself as he cums, hole fluttering around nothing and cock throbbing as slick runs down his thighs.

The pain and pleasure comes for you a second later, you grip him so harshly you can feel his bones groan as you cum too, your hips grinding together to prolong the mind numbing pleasure, your teeth finding his shoulder as you bite down as well.

You don't know how the Hell you're still standing by the time you come down from your high, every muscle in your body straining like you'd just went through a suicide mission. Kyle's no better, shaking like a leaf and completely boneless in your arms, panting into your neck.

You kiss the bite mark you've left on his shoulder, gently bumping your head into his to gain his attention, "Kyle?" You ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fuuuuck lovie," Kyle groans, barely able to lift his head enough to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That was good." His fingers idly scratch your scalp, the low rasp of his fucked out voice makes your cock twitch half-heartedly but you're too worn out to get aroused again. "Remind me to blow you when I can feel my legs again."

Yeah, he's alright.

A small laugh breaks past your lips and you give him a similarly sloppy kiss. "I will." Somehow you manage to sit down on the floor, Kyle laying on top of you, as content as a spoiled cat.

"Just so you know." He whispers into your ear, his fingers slowly sliding across your sides, thumbs rubbing lazy absentminded circles into your skin. "I want a do-over of this contest." He grins, and fuck, you can't get past how handsome he looks like that. "Maybe in my room, yeah?"

You can't refuse. "Yeah."