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islandtarochips · 2 days
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I’m in a mood to write something about a Farm AU. The 141 being the farmers x Female!Reader. So just vote of which of the 141 you wanted me to write about with it!
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marislittleworld · 3 days
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Scottish buddies 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿
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I'm invoking fans of Soap MacTavish!!
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bearwithoneear · 2 months
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One of the pages in Johnny's journal
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asgardswinter · 2 months
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Blue eyed mfs staring into ur soul
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dontyouworrydaddy · 10 months
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Can you please write about the Task Force 141 boys (and Konig too if it's ok) just casually shopping when a young woman comes to them out of the blue, gently grabbing their arm. She looks absolutely terryfied, whispering a shaky "Act like you know me. Please!" It's clear someone has been following her for a whlie and she's desperate for help. Thank you.
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𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓
Task Force 141 (+König) x Reader
I‘m so happy I get to write this since I had this in mind for such a long time 😭 so Thank you for suggesting this and I hope you like it xoxo 😚
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KÖNIG
As König strolled through the bustling marketplace, his keen eyes scanned the various stalls, his mind focused on the mundane task of running errands. Dressed inconspicuously in civilian clothes, he blended seamlessly into the crowd, his stoic demeanor giving no hint of the dangerous missions he undertook as an elite soldier.
Suddenly, a gentle touch on his arm startled him. He turned to face you with fear written deeply into your eyes. "Please act like you know me!" you pleaded, your voice trembling. König instantly recognized the distress in your voice and the urgency in your gaze. Without hesitation, he nodded, his stoicism giving way to concern.
"Hey," he greeted, his voice laced with a comforting tone. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. You leaned into his chest, seeking solace in his strength.
König's social anxiety has always been a problem for him and it’s hitting hard surfaced in this unexpected encounter. He was a man of few words but possessed an unwavering sense of loyalty and courage. He was calm under pressure, his sharp instincts guiding him through the chaos of battle. Now, faced with a terrified stranger seeking his help, those traits kicked into action.
As König held you, he discreetly surveyed his surroundings. His eyes landed on a man lurking nearby, watching you guys intently. The man's presence and the way he leered at you which made it clear he had been following you. König's protective instincts flared, and he knew he needed to act swiftly.
With a calm yet firm voice, König spoke to the man, his words laden with an underlying warning. "Do you have a problem, sir?" he asked, his tone carrying an unmistakable air of authority.
The man's face paled as he realized he had been caught. He stammered a weak denial, his eyes darting nervously from König to you. Sensing the growing unease in the man, König maintained his grip on the you, ensuring your safety. Without another word, the man hastily retreated, disappearing into the crowd as if he were never there. König watched him go, his steely gaze never faltering. Once the immediate danger had passed, he turned his attention back to you gently releasing you from his protective embrace.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. You nodded, gratitude shining in your eyes. You thanked him for his help but your voice still laced with residual fear. König, ever the enigma, simply nodded in response, his focus returning to the world around him.
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SIMON RILEY
Simon strolled through the bustling marketplace, enjoying a rare moment of solitude away from his covert missions and high-stakes operations. As he perused the various stalls, his attention was suddenly drawn to a figure emerging from the throng, walking towards him with a sense of urgency. It was you and you had fear written across your face, approaching Simon with trepidation. Without a moment's hesitation, you reached out and gently grabbed his arm, your voice trembling as you whispered, "Act like you know me. Please!" He looked down at you and he wonders why him because you can’t see his face due to the mask covering his whole face but his eyes.
But still, Simon's instincts kicked in, his years of training guiding his response. He swiftly assessed the situation, noting the unease in your eyes and the subtle glances cast over your shoulder. Without a word, he nodded, recognizing the urgency of the matter. With a sense of familiarity, he slipped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, creating a facade of friendship and protection. “There you are. I thought you got lost in the mall” he replied a bit loudly so the man behind you could hear it.
The man, dressed in a nondescript manner, had been trailing you for some time. His presence was unsettling, and his intentions were definitely clear. Sensing the danger, Simon decided to confront the man head-on. With a calm yet authoritative voice, he greeted the stranger, "Hey, is there a problem?"
The man's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by Simon's intervention. He stammered, unable to meet Simon's piercing gaze. "N-No, there's no problem. Sorry for the misunderstanding," he mumbled before quickly retreating into the crowd, disappearing as if he had never been there at all.
You let out a sigh of relief, the tension slowly releasing from your body. Simon's protective embrace remained, offering you a sense of security amidst the chaotic surroundings. He looked down at you, concern etched upon his face. "Are you alright? Do you know that man?"
You shook your head, grateful for Simon's intervention. "No, I've never seen him before. But he's been following me for a few days and he’s always lurking in the shadows. I didn't know what to do, and then I saw you. I just...I needed help. Because this time I had the feeling something is gonna happen"
Simon's expression softened, his voice filled with reassurance. "You did the right thing, coming to me. We'll figure this out together. You're safe now."
With that, Simon gently led you away from the marketplace, finding a quieter corner where the noise of the crowd was replaced by a sense of serenity. His arm remained around you, providing both a shield and a comfort. The world seemed to fade away as the two of you focused on each other.
He stayed with you for an hour until you were calm and offered to guide you home. You guys started talking and he was pretty good at keeping your mind busy and forgetting about what happened earlier.
Before you leave, you give him your phone number and thank him again. He first didn’t accept it but you wanted to go out and have a drink as a thank you. After a few arguments he agreed and accepted it.
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JOHN MACTAVISH
John strolled through the busy shopping center, blending in with the bustling crowd. As an experienced soldier, he had become accustomed to the chaos of war, but today he sought solace in the mundane world of civilian life. It was an ordinary day, or so he thought.
Suddenly, a hand gently grasped his arm, and he turned to face an unfamiliar yet terrified face. It was you, eyes wide with fear and voice trembling as you spoke. "You, please. Act like you know me. Please!" you whispered urgently.
John was taken aback by the intensity of your plea, but his instincts kicked in immediately. With a nod, he masked his surprise and responded, "Hey, how have you been?" He wrapped his arms around you in a comforting hug, hoping to offer you some reassurance.
Feeling the strength and warmth in his embrace, you relaxed. You leaned closer, your voice barely above a whisper, "There's a man following me. He's been tracking me for a while, and I'm terrified. I don't know what to do."
John's eyes narrowed as he surveyed his surroundings, searching for any signs of the mysterious man. “Don't worry," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I'll handle it."
Just as John finished speaking, a figure emerged from the crowd, his gaze fixed on you. Sensing the tension, the stalker approached, a malicious glint in his eyes. However, his confidence wavered when he saw John's protective stance and you nestled against him.
John's steely gaze met the stalker's, and he spoke with an edge of warning in his voice, "Is there a problem?" His voice, calm and controlled, sent a shiver down the stalker's spine. The stalker faltered, suddenly unsure of himself. He stammered, "N-no, no problem at all." Fear danced in his eyes, realizing that he had underestimated the situation. Without another word, the stalker swiftly turned on his heels and disappeared into the crowd, leaving John and you in a newfound sense of safety. John's grip on you tightened slightly, a silent promise that he would continue to protect you.
As the adrenaline subsided, you looked up at John, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine relief. "I don't know what I would've done without you."
John offered a reassuring smile, his rugged features softened by a genuine kindness. "You're welcome. Just glad I could help. Are you okay?"
A small smile graced your lips, finally feeling a sense of security. "I am now. Thanks to you, …"
“John. My Name is John” he replied with a smile. “Thanks to you John“
You guys stood there for a moment longer until you were calm and talked for a bit before your ways parted again.
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JOHN PRICE
John walked through the bustling aisles of a local supermarket, his mind preoccupied with mundane thoughts about groceries and errands. He is relaxed, but his years of combat experience had honed his senses, always keeping his mind busy.
As he reached for a can of soup on the shelf, a gentle yet desperate touch on his arm caught his attention. He turned his head and his eyes met with yours. In that moment, he sensed your fear and urgency. There was no need for words; your trembling form and wide eyes spoke more than words.
"Help me. Please act like you know me" you whispered shakily, your voice laced with terror. You were being pursued, and you needed his help. Without hesitation, Price nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. His personality trait of being fiercely protective kicked into high gear.
His grip tightened around you, offering both support and a sense of safety. "Hey," he greeted, his voice low and comforting. "What's going on?"
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you clung to him. "There's this guy... he's been following me for days," you explained, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what he wants, but I can't shake him off."
Price's jaw tensed, his expression growing more determined. "Stay close," he said, his voice holding a steely edge. "Let's confront him."
With your heart pounding, you followed Price as he led you through the supermarket, his imposing figure serving as a shield against any potential threat. As you weaved through the aisles, you caught sight of the man who had been stalking you. His eyes widened in surprise when he noticed Price's presence at your side.
John’s voice held a commanding tone as he approached the man. "You got a problem?"
Startled, the man stammered, his face turning pale. "W-What? No no no, no problem at all," he stuttered, his voice trembling. He hastily made his way toward the exit, clearly intimidated by the legendary figure of John.
With the threat seemingly neutralized, John turned his attention back to you. He pulled you into a comforting embrace, his strong arms offering solace amidst the chaos of the situation. "You're safe now," he reassured, his voice carrying a sense of genuine care.
You buried your face in his chest, feeling the weight of the tension slowly dissipating. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
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KYLE GARRICK
Kyle was walking through his local yet favorite grocery store. He couldn’t find his favorite candy which was making him a bit mad. Little did he know that his peaceful shopping excursion was about to take a dramatic turn.
Suddenly, a hand gently clasped around Kyle's arm. He turned, his eyes locking with yours. You, with your disheveled hair and wide eyes, looked absolutely terrified. The fear in your gaze pierced through him, leaving no room for doubt. Without a word, you pleaded for his assistance.
"Act like you know me. Please," you whispered, your voice trembling.
Kyle's training kicked in, his instincts telling him to trust you. He masked his surprise and concern, his face transforming into a warm smile. "Hey," he greeted you, wrapping his arms around your trembling frame. The embrace offered you a sense of safety.
His voice, a soothing baritone, held a touch of authority. "Is that guy bothering you? Does he have a problem?" Kyle glanced over your shoulder, his gaze fixed on a man lurking in the distance, his eyes locked onto you with a sinister intensity.
Fear flashed across the stalker's face as he realized he had been caught. His eyes darted from Kyle to you and back again. In that moment, the tables turned, and he suddenly felt the weight of his actions. The man quickly averted his gaze, his footsteps retreating hastily. He was too scared to stay for a minute longer.
With the threat vanquished, you let out a shaky breath, the tension leaving your body. "Thank you," you whispered, gratitude lacing every word. "I don't know what I would have done without you." He released you from his protective embrace, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're safe now," he assured you, his voice filled with genuine concern.
For the rest of your shopping trip, Kyle remained by your side, his presence offering you an unspoken reassurance. Together, you navigated the aisles, filling the cart with groceries while engaging in lighthearted banter and getting to know each other.
After Paying for the groceries your ways split and you were thankful that he helped you out of the situation. He was glad he could save yet another life.
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robinthisbank · 11 months
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Cod loading screen artists try not to make Soap and Ghost look like they’ve been married for 10 years challenge level impossible
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greatstormcat · 4 months
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Headcanon: cockwarming with TF141
Price
Likes when you use your mouth the best.
Would have you do this every night if it was possible, he loves the gentle intimacy of this.
Soft tummy makes a perfect pillow for your head while you hold him in your mouth. He will tuck the covers around you if you’re doing this is bed, strokes your hair and he quietly loses his ever loving mind if you fall asleep.
Bonus points if you do this after sex so you can taste yourself on him.
Gaz
Preference for ass/pussy.
Loves this early in the morning when you both first wake up and he can get himself slotted into you while you spoon.
He knows exactly what to do to get go to the point where you are begging him for more though. Every. Single. Time.
Ghost
It’s chest to chest while he is doing paperwork for him, and he will stay hard the entire time. Doesn’t mind you under the desk but much prefers having you closer to him.
He is a bit of a sod and will use this as a brat taming punishment if you’ve been stepping out of line.
Will settle for cockwarming in bed if you are too exhausted for sex and you really cannot move.
Soap
Yeah… you’re just gettin’ fucked love.
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eilidh-eternal · 2 months
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“I can fix him” well when I say ‘speak’ he barks
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journen · 6 months
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I love their Vault Edition skins! 🤣
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toomanywordsnllines · 7 months
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"There's a mangled and broken hole in place of my heart. A challenge. You don't mind; A wall. You don't care; A complication. You crawled your way inside and made a home for yourself. It's infuriating. I love you." -*-
An incompleted piece that I just loved too much to let it root away on my files. Everytime I looked at it I told myself "I'll finish it", " I'll get it done". But in reality? I won't, and perhaps I don't need to. Because I think the beauty of it is between the messy lines and unfinished strokes - and sometimes I really need to learn to just leave it be. There's beauty in the incomplete
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simo0n · 1 year
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Thank @yakowo for help with this difficult art
That was really hard 😮‍💨 but we did it🔥
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venomous-ragno · 1 year
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How do they cuddle with you, hug you, touch you?
I take requests btw;)
Tags: gn!reader, sfw, fluff fluff and more fluff
Warnings: None~
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Ghost isn't much of a cuddler. He lets you do as you please and may wrap an arm around you; when he does pull you close it's tight, desperate almost. His body speaks what words can't as he lets you feel just how much he longs for you, needs you at his side when he's known nothing but solitude for a decade too many. It's especially intimate to him when you fall asleep in his arms; He's not Ghost, but Simon, when he places soft kisses on your forehead then, letting your warmth burn him and all he's meant to be.
Price may be a Captain, but he's also a lover, a partner. He wants to be whatever you need him to be. He's seen his fair share of lovers parting ways for eternity - it comes with his line of work and yet he still walks that path with his head held high. Perhaps that's why he doesn't spare in affection when it comes to you: He kisses, cuddles, loves like it's his last day with you, because it may just be. He couldn't stand passing not having shown his love to you.
Gaz lifts you up like you're naught but a feather; he'll carry and swirl you like the prince charming he is, warming both of your hearts with sweet laughter. He's a cuddler through and through. Gaz hugs you like it's his last day on earth whenever he returns from deployment, not letting you go as he softly sways you back and forth. He may even be daring enough to grab a handful of your ass when he's had his fill (for now), laughing once again when you scold him for doing so.
Soap is an open book to you. He voices his adoration for you on a daily, makes sure you feel so loved and appreciated it'll last you through his next deployment. His hugs come in full and plenty: That military training is put to good use as he sneaks up on you doing laundry, lifting you up with a heartfelt laugh that you can't help but get infected by. He's your sun that makes every rainy day brighter. Especially when he rests his head on your chest, eyes closed, listening to your heartbeat. His favourite tune of all.
König is... Hesitant to touch you at first. Hands reach out but rarely make contact; he gets frustrated at himself. Time and patience is needed, but your unconditional love will be well worth it. When König feels safe with you, little declarations of love come easy to him. When he once couldn't bring himself to pull you close, now he won't let you go, burying his nose deep in your nape. Your smell grounds and calms him. He's nothing short of touch deprived and soaks up every bit of you like he's a starved man.
Alejandro - this constant smolder of a man pulls you to him like your absence pains him. And truly, it does. The void you leave has him insatiable, craving for ever more of you, knowing that it's a cycle he cannot escape from. Not that he wanted to, though. His hugs are protective and warm, caressing your neck and back almost absent mindedly. Once he's gotten used to your arms around him he finds it's hard to sleep without. He'll encourage you to touch him: Fix his hair, hold his hand, let your knee rest against his. It's never enough.
Rodolfo. Sweet, loving Rodolfo gives as he receives. Your hands on him never fail to have him hum, look up from whatever he's doing, "Yes, my love?". He doesn't mind if you're not big on physical affection, though he can't help himself from pressing soft kisses to your skin every now and then. His hugs are soft and he never lets go first. Your hand will be held securely in his whenever you two go out, and sometimes- sometimes his fingers brush your hips before pulling you close. A kiss must follow and Rodolfo smiles against your lips.
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bearwithoneear · 21 days
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They are fanonly besties for a reason
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asgardswinter · 2 months
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Soap built like a brick shithouse
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groguspicklejar · 6 months
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part 2 of fwb!soap [Part 1]
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you try to limit your time with him. purposefully going to his place to get things done there and you leave right after. you don't even let him do his aftercare routine because it is far too intimate for your situation.
you hate how vulnerable you are after he's knocked a few of your braincells loose with his cock. you hate how he dulls your senses with his soft touches and softer whispers as he's massaging your thighs and cleaning you up.
there are a multitude of reasons why you don't want to indulge the idea of being in a relationship with him.
one of them being that he's only saying these things because he's balls deep inside you, it means nothing, it's just the endorphins talking. you're sure that if you deny him what he's after and he's forced to see your flaws, he'll find someone else to sate his insatiable urges. another being that you've just got out of a shitty relationship and you're not ready to jump into another one. it's not healthy. but you'll take a good fucking any day of the week.
in turn, Johnny takes what he can get out of the little you give him.
he insists on missionary. something about how he likes to see your face when he makes you cum on his cock and how he likes to watch the sticky mess all coating all over your thighs. if you want to go for other positions, particularly the ones where you're facing away from him, he'll indulge. but you're right back to square one after he's fucked you dumb and flips you over on your back, has your legs over his shoulders and pins your hands up so you can't move.
it's so intimate, having his lips so close to yours. your noses even touch and you're so mesmerised by his blue eyes flickering over your face. you have to look away, but his hand locks on your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
"keep yer eyes on me, love." he makes you look at him when you cum.
oh, he enjoys the blissed out look in your eyes. he relishes your desperation, for it's the only time you can't pretend you don't want him in your vicinity. it's the only time you'll claw at him, pulling him closer, begging for more.
finally, he presses his mouth on yours as he cums inside you. it's against the rules, but he doesn't care. and he's a little shit about it too. cooing at your expression when the high subsides, cradling your face and peppering you with kisses.
next time, you try to counter this by forcing him to take you in positions where you face away from him.
he wants a quicky? you're face down, ass up while he takes you. but he counters by either bringing your back to his chest and tilting your head for a kiss or flipping you right on your back and putting you in a mating press.
it ends up being a fight. tussling and tumbling in bed, which he laughs about when he's finally got you pinned down and proceeds to rearrange your guts, watching and cooing when your scathing expression melts away into a blissful one.
the worst is when he takes you in front of a mirror. you refuse to admit that's when he's the kinkiest because the heat in his eyes is infinite.
"look at us, bonnie." he hisses whilst locking his hand around your jaw, forcing you to face the mirror. "look how well we fit together."
you hate to admit that he's right. you hate to admit that the sight of his length sinking into your cunt was the hottest thing you've ever seen. he's right; you do fit well together.
"look at how good yer taking my cock." he gripes, bringing his fingers to your swollen bud as he whispers hoarsely in your ear. "cum on it."
a ragged groan leaves his throat when your pussy convulses around him, triggering his own high. he laid you down on his bed and cleaned up his mess... with his mouth.
and just like clockwork, you spend a few seconds in his bed, minutes if you're really tired, before you go to the bathroom. the first time you left without him taking the time to look after you, he protested. he wanted to insist that you need to rest, maybe take a nap in his bed truthfully he wanted you to spend the night but you weren't having it. you left as fast as you could before he could talk you into sleeping over.
he was miffed about this new development, but he knew what he was getting into when he agreed to this fwb thing. it was partly his fault for getting his heart involved, knowing that was against the rules and knowing that you just went through a messy breakup so the last thing you needed was another relationship.
but it was your fault for being so bloody magnificent in every right so how could you blame him? he won't stop trying. though he'll try to be a little softer with his advances because he seems to be driving you away.
[Part 3]
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banners by @cafekitsune based on this poll because i don't want to procrastinate
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