#Blitz Claw X Simon Riley

[guardkeywolf]

The Captain and his Commander

"Wolf, c'mere for a sec..." Price beckoned over the 7'3" Ultrian Wolfian Commander to his space.

"Hmmm?" The Wolfian asked as he walked over to the older Brit.

"I need you're help real quick." Wolf came over to find the smaller man struggling to reach something at the top shelf. Wolf could see it was something but didn't know what.

He looked back down at Price.

"Can you get it for me?" Price asked, still with his back faced to him as he continued to try to reach for the object.

Wolf didn't question it as he moved closer to Price's back and simply reached up to grab the object Price so lovingly desired from the top of the cupboard. The Commander guessed it be one of his cigars he loved dearly but when he found it, he pulled it into the light and squinted at the object.

It was a bottle of lube. The Wolfian looked down at Price immediately when he felt Price's ass roll back into his cock, making him let out a low growl in pleasure. Price closed his eyes as he felt the Ultrian get hard underneath him.

"Fuck me... You got a monster I don't know about, Commander?" He asked as Commander rolled off his tongue sinfully. Wolf set down the lube and let his hands grip the Captain's thin, little waist, pulling him closer to him.

"What are you implying...Captian?" The Commander asked back, leaning down in the Captain's ear now.

Price held back a moan as he felt the Ultrian's massive hands slide up and down his sides. He reached back to grab the fur on the back of Wolf's neck, pulling him down to gaze at him.

"Wolf...please..." the man whined as he grinded back onto him.

Wolf was quick turn around and slam Price on the counter, locking his lips in a kiss and he picked up the man and set him on top of it. Price let his hands roam through the Ultrian Commander's fur as he continued kissing him. Wolf growled as he let his tongue breach Price's mouth, turning his head deeper to kiss the Captain even more.

Wolf moved his hands to grab onto Price's thighs and lift him before tearing off the man's pants and underwear in one swift move.

Price broke the kiss in shock as he watched his now torn pants and underwear flutter to the ground.

"Well if I knew you'd do that, I would have done this sooner..." he purred as he placed a hand underneath the Ultrian's chin, tilting it up slightly and his grinned down at him.

Wolf didn't respond as he attacked Price's neck as he set him back down on the counter carefully. Price let a loud moan escape him as the Wolfian's mouth sucked hickies into his neck, marking him as his.

Wolf pulled away, Price letting out a small whine of displeasure, before letting his hands wander down to unbuckle himself. Price placed a hand on his wrist to stop him from continuing. The Wolfian looked up in confusion.

"Let me." Price hopped down from the counter as he found himself on his knees and began to uncloth the Commander's member.

Price's eyes sparkled at the sight of the 12 inch monster. He couldn't hold back as he let his lips attach to it, Wolf's hand immediately attaching to the back of his head to pull him closer.

The Captain hummed happily as he felt the Commander tug at his hair before taking him fully into his mouth, letting his eyes drift up the Ultrian's body as he watched his head tilt back in pleasure. A long, low groan escaped his lips as he felt Price's lips drift along his member. He tugged at his hair harder now.

The Captain's skillful tongue worked around the Ultrian's thick member, moving his head back and forth as he slicked it up with his saliva.

Once fully slicked up, Price pulled off of him and looked up at him with eyes blown wide.

Wolf gave him a small smile before pulling him back up and leaning down to latch his mouth with Price's. Price moaned into the kiss softly as the Commander tasted himself on his tongue.

The man ran his hand all over his fur, enjoying the soft feeling run pass his fingers. Wolf closed his eyes, enjoying the Brit's touch, as he let his hands run down towards his hips. The Ultrian was quick to break the kiss before turning the man back around and having his ass face him.

"Wolf?" Price asked, confused as he looked back to meet the Ultrian's heated gaze.

He didn't get an answer as a scream left his lips when he felt something slimy slide over his hole. Wolf's snout was pressed against his hole. He cried outloud as he tried to grab onto something to stop his knees from buckling at the action. Thankfully, Wolf kept his hands on his hips, keeping him steady, as he spread his ass futher to lick even more of Price's hole.

Wolf ate Price out like a meal before finally being satisfied with his work and lining himself up with Price's hole. He rubbed over it a few times, watching the Captain's reaction as he struggled to keep himself up.

Wolf, without warning, slammed into the Captain. Price hollered as he was stretched in more ways than one. Wolf let his chin rest on his shoulder and he let Price adjust to his size, before continuing when he nodded.

He was relentless as usual. He basked in the sounds of Price's cries and he took his dick fully. Wolf angled his hips to hit the Captain's prostate, and growled at the man screamed from the pure pleasure. Price lay bent over the counter as Wolf pounded into him with a fast pace.

"W-WOLF, SLOW, ah fuck, SLOW DOWN!" Price cried as the Ultrian moved at inhuman speeds.

Wolf merely grunted in response and just went faster as he felt himself getting close to his climax. His grip tightened on Price's hips as he pulled him back to meet his thrust each time. The Ultrian enjoyed seeing the Captain like this but didn't dare voice it.

Price let a loud whine escape him as he came on the counter, body slumping completely as he orgasmed.

Wolf grinned slightly as he sped up his pace before feeling Price clamp down on his dick before coming inside the smaller man.

Wolf held him in place as he flooded his walls with his release. Price groaned softly as he felt Wolf's member buried inside him.

"Fuck..."

"Indeed..." Wolf responded as he held Price close to him.

"Ahem..." said a deep feminine voice from aside them.

Wolf turned his head to see Blitz and Ghost as they stared at them.

"Didn't take you as an exhibitionist, Wolf..." she grinned at him and he rolled his eyes at his daughter's tone.

Wolf merely grunted as he removed himself from Price slowly and cast a spell that cleaned the kitchen from their fun before opening a portal.

He picked up Price Bridal style and went through without saying another word to Blitz or Ghost.

"I'll be cleaning that from the cameras later on," the Ultrian-Hybrid chuckled to herself.

[clairdelunelove]

dry the rain

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

genre: fluff! (rainy day drabble)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, awkward!ghost

synopsis: getting caught up in the rain during a mission is pretty miserable. but ghost makes it his goal to keep you dry and warm– even if it includes shedding off a layer!

a.n. I've been pushing myself to write more and I had a small idea come to mind since it's been raining a lot recently! personally, I imagine him in his 'jawbone' outfit in this one! stay safe, cuties! and if you wish to show more support here's my kofi! <3

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thinking about ghost's inner dilemma when the weather gets colder and he realizes that he'd offer anything to you– including his clothes.

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missions in the rain were, in many cases, the absolute worst. unbearably muddy terrain caused the task force to reroute several times, delaying the overall pick-up time, and he was essentially losing his patience over the whole ordeal. he still had inventory to check, weapons to reload, and strategies to draft. too much on the agenda; too little time. a huff leaves his lips as he hankers down in a rather secluded spot. there aren’t too many recruits flocking around him in this area since they’re preoccupied with shielding away from the incessant rainstorm. many of them crowd around large trees to find cover under the broad leaves. some were huddling to retain warmth because the onslaught of rain meant that a frigid breeze accompanied it. but he settles in the outskirts and it's tolerable. he’s adapted to shouldering the storm and chilliness. though, he does admit that the downpour was intense and his drenched balaclava was a consequence of that. it was so damp and sodden that it clung uncomfortably to the contours of his face. his hand claws at the front of his mask to ease the irritating feeling.

ghost who overhears your quiet sniffling despite your efforts of muffling the noise. it’s so hushed that he barely recognizes it over the harsh thundering of rain but his ears perk at the typical sound. and sure, he distinctly recalls that this is probably your first experience with such severe weather since you were belatedly tossed into this group but it’s a run-of-the-mill incident. technically, it’s not his problem. the icy wind is numbing enough to discern that a person is bound to experience some of the symptoms that coexist with this type of extreme weather. it’s only natural– nothing to fret over. yet, his head turns in your direction before logic can kick in. 

ghost who stiffly asks, “you cold?” like his eyes don’t frantically scan your face for any signs of discomfort. he’d already deduced your current state; spotting the blueish tint creeping up on the edge of your lips and how your eyes appear hazy. he shoves himself into your proximity and at this angle his physique engulfs you. his gloved hand reaches to push the hood of his khaki poncho down so he can properly assess your condition and at this moment he’s unbothered by how sopping wet his mask is. or how intense the rain is. doesn’t care about it anyway– just intends on helping you.  with rain droplets pouring down your face, you look like a hollow version of yourself. vaguely perceives the nauseating tug in his chest when you manage a bleak smile and joke, “was unprepared for this since I didn’t know it’d be raining cats and dogs.” 

ghost who knowingly shakes his head at your banter but still indulges you by murmuring, “is that how the sayin’ goes?” because he fancies the way your lips curl into a lopsided grin. thunder rumbles in the distance and the cozy moment is partially interrupted. ghost notices that your shoulders tense at the occasional roar and you absentmindedly hum in response to his question. you have the best intentions but it’s too late because he’s uttering a curse as your teeth chatter from the blitz of a strong gust of wind that seeps through your layers of clothing. 

ghost who silently begins to shed off his poncho; his only layer of rain-resistant clothing. doesn’t mull over the consequences of catching a cold or worse– never even considers it. he’s prepared to sacrifice for you. “oh,” he hears your surprised gasp and sees how quickly your hands outstretch to ward off his offering, “you need it more than I do, lieutenant. thank you though.” and there’s that sheepish smile on your face again. the flicker of your eyes informs him that you’re embarrassed for needing extra support. for being human. and he’ll never quite understand how genuinely selfless you are. the trait is synonymous to you and a source of strength that is entirely yours to keep. to thrive off of. “s’just take it, pup,” his voice rumbles as profound as a pass of thunder, “you’re cold.” 

ghost who jabs, “don’t fancy carryin’ ya when you get fuckin’ hypothermia,” and then adds under his breath, “don’t want to risk it. ‘specially not with you.” the first half is a total lie and it’s obvious by how he shifts when he says it. he’d carry you to the ends of the earth. however, the second half of his comment is drowned out by the ample rainfall. and you never do hear those words that would’ve kept you warm for eternity but you’re given the next best circumstance when he crouches closer to you. the pouches of his tactical vest, housing grenades or ammunition, dig into your chest and it’s supposed to be uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the gentle way ghost drapes the large garment over your shoulders. 

ghost who takes it upon himself to secure the poncho’s hood over your head so it rests snugly under your chin. you’re still shivering, hot puffs of air escape your lips, but the function of the extra layer slowly warms you up. his gaze on you is burning, “you don’t ever have to pretend,” and then murmurs, “not with me. not ever.” the fabric does its job immediately and shields you from the onslaught of rain. that isn’t the issue he’s concerned about, however.

ghost who, when he pulls away, sucks in a shaky breath because the view that greets him will frequent his dreams. he’s certain of it. his touch accidentally dips down to the slope of your collarbones and he’s directly reminded that you’re wearing his poncho. his clothes. and it drapes over your body so alluringly. dips and presses into every curve of your body. possessiveness creeps up on him like a threatened animal, baring sharp canines and all. your prying eyes don’t aid in the situation either. raking up his exposed forearms, sifting and inquisitive about the tattoos that swirl in a manic pattern. a rare strip of his skin that graces your vision. 

ghost who awkwardly indicates how the fabric loosely hangs off your upper torso since it’s made for his broader physique, “looks ridiculous,” but he’s tugging the hood of the poncho over your eyes. can’t physically operate when he watches how your dewy lashes flutter when he allows his fingers to graze over your shoulders and pat down the cloth for wrinkles. his actions are meant to be mindless, calculative, and intended to take his mind off of you. yet, he can’t– and doesn’t wish to. desires to douse himself in the ethereal glow you embody. the wide, grateful glint in your gaze that brands him vulnerable and when you smile up at him he feels the clouds break. lets the sun warm his skin.

[guardkeywolf]

Leo, You're Staring At Him Again...

I have not written anything with Leopode in it besides The C.L.A.W.S Charm and I need more of my boy...

So imma write this for me...

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It's not that Leopode felt the need to be concerned for the young Sergeant...

It's just...ever since he met the man, the Leopardian-Arachnian has had yet to take his eyes off him ever since...

And now the others have also taken sight of the man's no-so-hidden stares every now and then and they couldn't help tease him for it

Emma + Soap

The two had caught him instantly

Specifically Emma and Soap managed to catch him a few times

What would you expect though?

The alien was a lurking 7'2 humanoid leopard and was peering around corners while staring at Sergeant Garrick from a distance like they weren't together

Emma and Soap found it hilarious

"Leo...you know you look like a stalker, right?" Emma said from behind him

"Aye...ya look weird." Soap said from beside her

Leopode let out a small hiss at the two before finding another place to watch the Sergeant

Emma and Soap shook their heads at their lovesick friends and laughed at his antics

"I don't get it, they are literally together, everyone knows this, but Leo likes watching him from a distance?" She shook her head in confusion

"Honestly MacTavish, sometimes I don't understand my own team...I'll tell ya..." the female Brit said from beside him

Soap shrugged in response and Emma did the same as they walked to their office's

Blitz + Ghost

For a couple that only interacted behind closed doors Leopode was surprised when they also caught him

But then again, this was Blitz and Ghost he was talking about...and it would only be a matter of time before they also caught him...

"Leo, you do realize staring at Gaz from here is awkward right? You two are literally married..." the Ultrian-Hybrid said as she had laid him out on the mat for the 5th time today

"How did you-" the Felinian stuttered

Before Blitz could answer Gaz made his way over to the mats

"General, Lieutenant, ~Leo~," he said slowly as he looked the alien up and down lovingly as ever

"Care for a spar, Sharpshooter?" Gaz asked him personally

Leo went to respond but Ghost beat him to it first

"I don't know Garrick, the man's been getting his ass handed to him all day..." Ghost spoke beside him

"Nice to see you Lieutenant...would you like to go a few rounds with me?" Blitz purred as she took in the man's presence

"Why don't you and I go a round eh Gaz? Your Engineer seems a little distracted right now..." He ignored Blitz's question as he turned to the younger man

"Uh, sure..." Gaz was surprised but had no intentions on letting Ghost win easily

Blitz watched very little of the fight, turning to only look when Gaz had managed to land a blow on her lover, she mostly stared at Leo though

The big cat was doing exactly what she expected

Staring wide-eyed at Gaz the whole time

She sighed

"Leo if you're gonna stare at least do it privately, huh?..." Blitz said aloud on purpose, hoping Gaz would catch onto her words

The Leopardian-Arachnian whipped his head to her to come up with some explanation but got cutoff by Ghost pulling Gaz back up

"Serious mate, it's very noticeable now," Ghost agreed

"Leo, you alright? Are you sick? I don't know how Ultrian's bodies work but-"

"I doubt it's that kind of illness, Sergeant..." Ghost reassured him

"Trust me, I'd know when one of my soldiers are sick Gaz...Leo though..." she drawed off

"I'm fine...Darling... I'm well, I promise," Blitz and Ghost rolled their eyes at the last part

Gaz nodded before interlocking his fingers with his Leopardian-Arachnian's huge ones and dragging them around the base, leaving Blitz and Ghost there at the mats

"You think Gaz will notice it?" Blitz asked as her lover

"I'm sure he will eventually...Now, I heard that you wanted to go a few rounds?"

"Indeed, Lieutenant...."

Wolf + Price

If anyone were the first to notice Leo's s weird staring moments...it was them

Like Soap and Ghost, Wolf and Price were inseparable

They were literally the "old married couple" of the 141, so when they saw Leo...they were quick to address it

"Leopode...I would suggest you don't stare at the Sergeant like he's your next male to savor..." Wolf, the only one that actually called him by his full name, mentioned to him

"Seriously mate, it's really starting to become bollocks now," Price also commented from beside his husband

Leopode was used to the pair being upfront with him but this was just a whole new thing

It felt like they were scolding him more for it

The Leopardian-Arachnian wanted to say something back before he got a hint of Gaz's scent from behind the door

The man knocked and addressed himself before Price let him in

Leopade watched the Sergeant stop in his tracks as he took in the image before him

Wolf and Price standing side by side with arms crossed, or what Gaz called the "Dad Pose", while Leo was standing in front of them

"Am I interrupting something here?" He asked

"Not at all, darling! We were just about finished..." Leo lied as Wolf's chains found themselves wrapped around his wrist before he could even leave

"Sir-"

"I had a feeling you'd try that..."

Price turned to Garrick

"Gaz, I think it's about time we talked about something, mate,"

Gaz looked over at Leo cautiously before walking over to lean on the 7'2 aliens side

"You do realize Leopode has been staring at you at any given moment right?" Wolf said straight to the point

"Commander! The least you can do is make it not sound like it's stalkerish!" Leo cried

Wolf glared at him

Meanwhile Gaz let a small chuckle escape him

"Something you wanna say Sergeant?" Price asked as he watched the man giggle more

"Sir, I've noticed it, and I don't mind Leo staring at all... Speaking of which, Leo..." he turned to him "You know you can come up to me right? We are married after all..." he flashed the alien the ring he had been given by him

It gleamed in the office light, shinning brightly with its love sapphire gem twinkling in the middle and sliver band accompanying it with little blue dots scattered throughout it

"Besides, I do get lonely sometimes..."

"Alright! Get a room you too!" Price said quickly as he pinched the bridge of his nose together and flapping his hand towards the door to let them know they were dismissed

Gaz laughed as he pulled Leo out of the room and let himself snuggle into his husband's furred arm

"So...our room?" Gaz asked aftera few minutes

Leo didn't say anything as he picked up Gaz instantly and booked it towards their room

Price watched and shook his head with a smile

"Those two are crazy about each other..."

"Let's just hope Leo won't glare at the man from afar...its...unsettling at times," Wolf commented as he watched Price from behind

"I doubt we'll have to worry about that... Now, see something you like, Pup..."

The End

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[guardkeywolf]

The C.L.A.W.S' Charm

Warning: lots of smut

It had started slow at first.

Task Force 141 was introduced to the C.L.A.W.S by Emma and suggested that they start working together.

Blitz Claw was the leader and General of the team.

Wolf Claw was her Commander.

Emma Claw was her Lieutenant.

Leopode Frostbite was their Engineer.

Headshot Redblood was their Gunslinger, apparently.

And Darken was their Teleportian Wolf.

They were a simple unit and operated like any other.

Only thing was, they were all so damn attractive.

Ghost wasn't expecting to take a liking to the C.L.A.W.S General but she managed to pull him in with strong bait and good looks like it was nothing.

But it wasn't just him who was entranced by their leader, the other members of 141 also found themselves falling hard for Blitz's comrades as well.

Gaz's eyes were filled with hearts every time Leopode turned to face him and began letting his mouth run on and on about new weapon designs or other gadgets he was currently experimenting with at the moment. Gaz sat there, silently content as he watched the Leopardian-Arachnian ramble but deeply in love with him.

Alejandro's heart was slithered into by their Viperin Gunslinger Headshot, or Sloki Redblood, when they first met on the field. The Viperin even spoke fluent Spanish, practically making the Colonel's knee weak. The Los Vaqueros leader became a mess every time he spoke.

Even their Captain had gradually found himself sticking close to Blitz's second in command, and father, Wolf too now. The Full-blooded Ultrian was who Ghost least expected to see anyone with. The man was probably the most serious out of the six when it came to being on and off the field. Seeing how easily Price managed to rope him in made Ghost question his thoughts once more about the Commander.

Everyone already knew about Emma and Soap's love life, so it didn't strike him like the others did.

Blitz, Headshot, Wolf, and Leopode were all very, very, extreme when it came to love. Though they sometimes liked to act clueless, they knew how to wrap each man around their finger with ease, and it showed. Each C.L.A.W. all had their own way of showing it too.

Blitz was very big on touches. The 6'8" White Wolfian had no shame when it came to displaying affection whether in private or in public. She would simply smack his ass, kiss him on the head, whisper lustful things in his ear, or even grope him too, regardless of the setting. But she didn't always have to touch him; just her figure alone sent him spiraling. The toned muscles spoke for themselves within her figure accompanied by the clothing she usually sported to. It was always the sleeveless leather crop top she wore that drove him insane.

He could always see her toned abs and the way they flexed if he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Not only that, but if he got to see her remove her coat while engaged in combat, he'd get to see those powerful arms and built forearms that rocked him to the core.

It was always a sight to see the General fight when he could. Hell, it even made him horny sometimes. While on a mission, he had to pull her into a closet and ask her to fuck the living daylights out of him.

Thankfully, the General gladly obliged to his offer and truly went all out with that 11-inch monster. He can still feel the sting that it left in backside. The woman was ruthless but she knew how to deliver a good fucking and god did she deliver.

He still remembers her telling him to not let her cum spill out and even had a goddamn buttplug on deck. Ghost shook his head at the memory, slowing feeling red creep up his cheeks.

That was General Blitz Claw for you. The Woman with the Unexpected, but that aside, he wasn't the only one to fuck on a mission.

His eyes shifted to Gaz and Leopode sitting in the couch as they conversed about something. As innocent as they looked sitting there, what they did was far from it.

Gaz had forgotten to turn his radio off and the whole team took a second before they realized what was happening and muted their own radios.

Well not all of them did so, Blitz managed to hear the whole thing with that fabulous hearing of her's.

Leopode Frostbite, the engineer of the C.L.A.W.S, was eating out 141's little Brit while on a mission. Ghost never thought he'd live to see the day where he had to hear the sound of two people fucking but it could have been worse.

From what it sounded like, Leopode had one hell of a tounge on him enough to make Gaz's voice reach pitches that shouldn't even be humanly possible. The Leopardian-Arachnian was eating him out like a full course meal and Gaz was nearly on his last legs.

Ghost didn't think Leopode would have such a dominant side but he proved him wrong.

That memory nearly got him aroused as he remembered Blitz doing something similar to him as well. He shift his focus to the Viperin and the Colonel as they played some type of card game Ghost wasn't familiar with.

Headshot was more of a lover than then the other two. More consensual, easy-going, and the opposite of Blitz. He was by far the most charming, especially when he spoke Spanish.

He remembers the Viperin's voice, smooth, sexy, and sinfully monotone as he introduced himself to Alejandro for the first time. Even Ghost nearly fell for him.

"Saludos, diosa celestial. ¿Te importaría darme tu nombre?" Headshot spoke as he tipped his hat to Alejandro.

Ghost watched the Colonel's face glow red as he looked up to met the eyes of the Red Viperin Gunslinger. Though he didn't understand what he said, Alejandro's expression told him enough.

Ghost also recited being shocked when he first saw Headshot like the others. Headshot's lower half, due to his Viperin race, possessed no legs but a long snake body to substitute for them. So Headshot was half naked all the time.

Actually, now that he thought of it, the Viperin also didn't wear anything else but his hat, coat, and belt to holster his gun; so he was practically naked in public no matter where he was.

In Ghost opinion, Alejandro was lucky. Having that access meant they could fuck anywhere, but Headshot proved that wrong when Ghost heard many moans coming from the room futher down that was Alejandro's.

He saw the door slightly cracked and managed to gain a slight peak at the action. The Viperin made it look slightly odd, with a lack of legs, as he effortlessly held Alejandro with his arms and shoved the man down on his cock. He watched him hiss, his tail coiling as well in pleasure as he pushed in the Colonel's tight hole.

Ghost stopped watching from there but heard the rest as Alejandro's screams traveled through the walls. He could only imagine what that snake's toungue was doing to the Colonel.

For an Elite Team of Mercenaries, they sure did know how to give a pleasurable fuck, but Ghost and the 141 weren't complaining.

Now he pondered the thought of when Price and Wolf were caught fucking at the base. Like he said before, he least expected Wolf to actually take part in relationships as a man of few words and professionalism at his forefront. But seeing the way he fucked their Captain while bending him over the counter in the kitchen gave him second thoughts.

That 7'3" Ultrian made their Captain look like a slut with each whorish scream falling from his lips. Each thrust sent Price over the edge as he tried to reach anywhere to grab something for leverage but failed tremendously.

The older Brit cried in pleasure as his prostate was oversimulated by the alien, whines getting louder each second as he was pounded into relentlessly. Wolf showed Price no mercy as he growled out each time he thrusted into him. They both smiled when they finally climaxed together, enjoying each other's warmth as they stayed there for a minute.

Ghost smiled fondly at the thought though.

Having the C.L.A.W.S here was not only a advantage on the field but in their personal lives too.