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I suddenly had a thought of GhostSoap being normal human beings and doing normal human being things and wanted to write some stuff for it.
1) Simon always forgets to replace the fuckin toilet paper and Johnny loses his mind over it every single time
2) Johnny has these quiet little snores that whistle out every time he breathes out and while it’s mildly annoying some nights Simon still finds it so endearing
3) Simon hogs the blankets, even in summer cause he’s just always cold, no matter what. Johnny tends to just snuggle in real close to Simon when he gets cold
4) Johnny is the cook of the house. He’s really good at it (his mother refused to let him leave home without knowing how to survive on his own) but he can’t bake. Simon’s the opposite where he can bake (his mum loved baking, taught him everything she knew) but can’t cook to save his life
5) Johnny’s always stealing Simon’s leftovers or hidden treats and Simon has threatened to stab him once or twice over it (it never stops Johnny from doing it again)
6) Simon totally found a stray cat and got the ‘you wanna keep him, you look after him’ talk and he has never been more devoted to looking after another living being after the whole thing with his family
7) Johnny’s got a million and one things in their bathroom all for the sake of looking after his hair and skin and what not and he definitely sits Simon down on the toilet seat every so often so he can do the same for him
8) Johnny seeks validation near constantly. Simon doesn’t know why but he always, always makes sure Johnny knows he’s appreciated and doing good and whatever else the man needs validation on
9) When Simon has night terrors the way to calm him down is to just let him cling to you. Don’t speak or anything just let him hold you and let him reassure himself that your alive and well. Sometimes he’ll be ready to talk about it in the morning, other times he’s content to let the memories go and just keep going
10) Johnny is the worst at taking out the trash. Since they live in a semi-old apartment complex they had to take their rubbish all the way downstairs when the bin in their place got full and Johnny fucking hates it
11) When one of them get put on leave and have to go back to the apartment by themselves they’ll play the other persons music and cook their favourite foods (or try at least) to try and fool themselves into thinking they’re not alone in their home
12) Simon totally has a stuffed toy that belonged to Joseph and while it sits on his shelf he was still terrified Johnny was going to say something bad about it or try and get rid of it (that’s happened once with an ex) but Johnny saw it, called it cute and then proceeded to look after it when Simon couldn’t
13) Johnny may not look it but he’s a bit of gardener. He’s got a windowsill full of herbs in the kitchen and their balcony has some random plants that he doesn’t actually know the name or origin of but he looks after them and has very specific instructions for Ghost to follow when he’s not around
14) Simon’s friends with the old guy that runs the convenience store down the street from their apartment and not because he tried to befriend the guy or anything, but because the guy thought Simon looked funny with his mask and decided he was going to favour him out of all of his customers
15) The neighbours tried hitting on Simon once and Johnny happened to open the door and heard them flirting with his boyfriend. He got so possessive that he made out with the bigger man against their door jamb for like 5 minutes until Simon pulled him inside. The news spread very quickly after that
16) The apartment complex have a betting pool going about what they do for a living because they hold such weird hours and will disappear for months at a time. None of them wanna ask the two though cause they’re all a little scared of the both of them
17) Simon’s a bookworm and if it weren’t for their tiny apartment he’d have his own, personal library filled to the brim with books
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I imagine that Soap worked /hard/ to figure out how Ghost likes his tea.
Ghost wouldn't just tell him because he enjoyed seeing the sergeant becoming more and more frustrated with the fact that he couldn't get it right.
But Soap wasn't planning on giving up, when he is sets his mind on something he will eventually achieve it. He tried every single type and flavor of tea he found, he tried making it with milk and without it. Soap tried adding lemon. Ghost looked at him in disgust when he noticed a slice of citrus in his tea. Soap changed the sugar from normal to brown, he tried several types of honey.
Ghost was adamant saying that he still had it wrong.
One day Soap sat on Ghost's desk when the Lieutenant worked on some paperwork work. Ghost had his mask pulled up, sipping on his perfectly made tea. Soap talked to Ghost about the call he got from his sister, filling the office with noise.
Ghost pretended to be annoyed, but he appreciated Soap's company, his closeness. It was actually helping him with getting through the work faster since his mind wasn't occupied by all his unpleasant thoughts. Soap filled his mind with stories from his day, funny or not so funny attempts at jokes and his family drama.
Ghost was sure that he knew way to much about the MacTavish household than someone who was never a part of it should. Sometimes he wished he could be a part of it, to meet all the people Johnny spoke so highly about.
Soap looked at the cup of tea, scanning it like it held some big secret.
"You won't get it right just from looking at it, Johnny."
"I am painfully aware, Lt."
"Giving up, already?"
"Ohh, It's not at all what I said. I have a plan to make your tea better than how you make it."
Ghost crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "I would love to see that, Johnny."
Soap looked determinated but his fingers were tapping the desk in a frantic rythm- clearly stressed.
"Yeah?"
"You can go make it now, my cup is almost empty."
"Sure thing." But Soap didn't move, he grabbed Ghost's cup and drank the rest of the tea.
"Wha-" Suddenly Ghost was being yanked up from his chair by his collar. Their lips connected.
And oh yeah, Ghost could taste tea on Soap's lips but it wasn't what he was focused on. He could taste Johnny, Johnny's hand was caressing his cheek and God did the constant pulling on his collar do things to him.
Soap was the first to pull away- only a little bit so their noses still brushed against each other. Ghost's eyes were closed, lost in feeling. He could feel Soap's breath on his lips.
"Was it good enough, Simon?"
"Never had better, Johnny." Whispered Ghost.
"Ye can get more, if ye want." Soap smiled brightly, putting his hand on Ghost's chin to make him look up.
"Yes, please."
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"So... Will you tell me now how you really drink your tea?"
"You made it perfect the forth time you tried. I just enjoyed your struggle."
"Ah, go 'n' bile yer heid!"
I am sorry for any mistakes, I read it two times but my dyslexia is not helping 👀 I hope you like it ❤️
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defnothajinn · 7 months
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Bestfriend-soap who follows you to every store in the mall as he carries all of your bags, he pretends to hate it as he drags his feet on the ground but he loves watching you do your little happy dance when you get the perfect fit
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shotmrmiller · 2 months
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I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)
Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.
But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your womb— making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.
You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.
"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccato— short, quick jabs— and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.
The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spit— can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.
Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.
Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you down— his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.
If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hips— can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.
You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffens— swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.
He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.
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Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.
"Johnny?"
"Aye, bonnie?"
"Since when do you drink bourbon?"
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tulipsbymybed · 8 months
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the 141 + konig and being pervy<3
18+ minors dni!! no age in bio? i will block you no hesitation :)
so like. this is just a random thing. don't hate me and just don't read it if it's not your thing. it's literally just price, konig, ghost, soap and gaz all being a lil bit pervy for you!!
this obvs has filthy dirty stuff bcus it's pervy, but i can' think of any other big warnings apart from in ghost's headcanon he basically blames you and it's all your fault he's feeling like this, so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable!!
Price:
Price is such a sweet pervert, a truly loving and devoted one. Honestly he doesn’t even think half of the perverted things he does are perverted, because in his mind you two are so in love it shouldn’t even matter right? He’ll wake up spooning you and feel the insistent hard on raging in his briefs, roll onto his back and look over at you sleeping soundly. The image of you so peaceful and so at ease next to him always makes his cock harden further, needing barely any encouragement-he can get hard just from you looking at him if we’re being honest. But then he’ll slide his hand over to grab yours, gently pulling it over to him and wrapping your fingers around his cock. He’ll curl his fingers around yours to manipulate the movements, jerking himself off with your hand as he watches you sleep, a mantra running through his head that you love me you love me you don’t mind me doing this because you love me it’s okay you would want me to to use your hand because we love each other- For Price,your marriage and the bond between you transcends everything else, so why would you mind him doing stuff like this? 
He’ll jerk off around you so much, you’ll be sitting on the sofa with your laptop, working away or doing whatever you need to do and he’ll have been watching you out the corner of his eye all evening, enamoured by the curves he can see through your clothes, the outline of your underwear through the fabric. It’s so difficult to repress how he feels in times like this, so of course he doesn’t-you love him so why would he need to? He’ll settle down next to you and undo his zipper, tilt his head back to watch you and cup his dick, rub his hand over it as you shift in your position. It happens most days, you’ll be doing something innocent and Price will get so overwhelmed with how much he loves you and how lucky he is and he’ll have to relieve the ache, have to take himself in hand as he watches you go about your business. Often he’ll ‘borrow’ your hand in these situations as well, shushing your little complaints and muttering about how much you love each other. 
Konig:
Konig is a desperate pervert. Everything he does, it’s just because he can’t help it. You understand, right? You understand he can’t help it when he wakes up and has to hump the soft swell of your ass. And of course you understand as he apologises and whines into your neck, spilling his seed all over your lower back before you’re even awake. You have to understand he can’t help it, there’s no way he can stop himself. All those times you’ve done the laundry and sorted out your clothes, picked up a tight fitting shirt you wore a few days ago that now has a stain on the side of it, evidently a couple of days old. The underwear you go to throw in the washing machine that is still wet with his cum, though you remember for certain you two didn’t fuck while you were wearing that pair. 
But most of all? How was he meant to help himself when he was left at home by himself, all alone in your bed cocooned in sheets that smell like you? It’s NOT his fault that you came home to find him face down on the bed, your pillow between his legs and your underwear shoved against his nose. He just needed it so bad, so fucking bad, his cock was aching so bad and you weren’t there and he already came this morning as he humped you, all your clothes that are usually in the laundry basket are in the wash now and he needed something so of course he had to rut into your pillow, the one that smells most like you. It’s never enough though, he’ll make a mess of your pillow and listen to your soft sigh from the doorway, grind his hips into the wet patch and feel the tears drip down his face at the overstimulation. He’ll shakily apologise to you as he tries to stifle his sobs, telling you m’so sorry liebling m’so verdammt-sorry didn’t-didn’t mean to-just-you just left your-your scent all over-is all over this pillow ‘nd-bitte-bitte I-please can I-liebling let me do it again i beg you-need to-need to feel it again-my-m’cock is so heavy ‘nd so-so full ‘nd-you always milk me so good and-and make it feel better-always fuck the cum out of me-
Ghost:
Ghost is a punishing pervert. Nothing is his fault. It’s yours, of course. You seriously expect him to not get hard when you're lying there in such a tempting way, when you’ve worn those clothes specifically to tease him and make him hard? When you’ve pulled out everything in your arsenal to rile him up even further, is he really to blame for losing control? He asks you not to, tells you he can’t be expected to keep to himself all the time if you’re going to behave like that around him, just waiting for him to snap. And of course, how dare you lie there, fast asleep in bed, wearing those tantalising clothes, your pyjamas, right next to him? I mean come on-he’s only human, if you didn’t want him to kneel on the bed and jerk off over your sleeping form then you shouldn't have worn those sleep clothes! A shirt and some loose shorts? It would have been a miracle if he resisted, so of course it’s your fault. 
He’ll be sweet afterwards, he’ll fist his hand around his cock and hiss at you for teasing him all fucking day (you just went about your daily life tbh), he’ll shoot ropes of come over your exposed legs and then he’ll try and catch his breath, grabbing a washcloth to wipe you down with as he whispers how good you were, working him up and letting him use you like that. Just like all the other times, just like when he’s in the shower and gets distracted by the shampoo you’ve left there, so obviously waiting just for him because you know how worked up he gets from the scent he always smells on you. Always your fucking fault, tempting him into these situations and making him jerk off then and there, coming over the bottle and sighing because it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t teased him like that. He wouldn’t do things like this, he wouldn’t use his thumb to push some of his spend around the lid of your shampoo or body wash or whatever he’s fixated on today. He wouldn’t, but you bring it out of him.
Soap:
Soap is a mischievous pervert. It’s almost as though he’s seeing what he can get away with, but you know him better than that-he really just can’t stop himself, honestly. It’s just in his nature. Basically, he has no shame. That’s the main thing. Seems to Soap that it’s really everyone else's problem if you’re in town, in public, and he needs you. Neither of you are to blame when he comes up behind you and shamelessly grinds his cock into your ass, he should be allowed to do this whenever he needs to right? He fails to understand the problem half the time, watching you confusedly when you give him a stern look as he tries to put his hand down your pants as you choose which ingredients to get for dinner tonight. He looks like a kicked puppy, eyes downcast and movements all sluggish until you give in and pull him into an alley or shove him into the backseat of the car, and then he’s relentlessly taking you for his pleasure, irritated that he couldn’t do this in public for whatever reason? Either way, he’s sure as shit gonna make up for it now.
His main, or more perverted, action is probably the amount of times he comes in your underwear though. While you’re wearing them. You’d be able to buy Amazon if you had a quid for every time Soap has told you how needy he was feeling, how he’s all like that again, it’s so achy and it hurts and won’t you help him this time? Just this once? Won’t you let him pull down the front of your panties and jerk himself off until he spills his seed into them? And of course, it’s the most natural thing in the world to pull them back up afterwards and ask you pretty please go on with your day like that? At the end of the day, he’ll pull you close and tell you he’s gotta take a peek, he can’t go on like this any longer, and he’ll pull your panties down to see what his mess looks like now, if it’s still coating your pussy just the way he wants it to. Usually, Soap will end up saying it doesn’t matter either way, he has another load for you, sweetheart, so he’s just gonna take himself in hand once more and then you can go about your day again.
Gaz:
Gaz is an innocent pervert. He doesn’t even know half the stuff he’s doing is in any way perverted. For him, it primarily manifests in an oral fixation. If you’re standing by the counter at home you only have to wait twenty seconds at most before you feel his presence behind you, and then his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, sucking and slobbering over your skin, getting more desperate and messy the longer he spends there. One of the first few times you were around people after you were together you leaned over him for something and your neck was in front of his face, so naturally he ducked his head and started lapping at your pulsepoint, before you admonished him and told him that was for in private and not around his teammates-he looked very sad and forlorn at being denied you just then. Gaz gnaws at his lips and bites the inside of his cheek when he’s with you but around other people now, because he knows if it doesn’t occupy his mouth he won’t be able to resist latching into some part of you. 
Often (five or six days of the week) you’ll wake up and find his sucking at your tits, needing his mouth on them no matter if you were still sleeping or not. He’ll stare up at you with wide eyes, hands pressing up into your back to try and shove your tits further into his mouth, desperate to lick and suck at as much as he can. Sometimes he’ll talk to you in the mornings before he gets distracted and stops halfway through a sentence, having to lean down and suck at your nipples to satisfy himself. When people are near you two, it’s a safe bet that after a short while Gaz will be whispering in your ear, telling you he needs another taste he’s gone so long-it’s already been so long (2 hours) without being able to taste any part of you! He just needs to mouth at your neck or suck on your fingers (preferably after they’ve been inside you) for a few minutes. A common occurrence is him jerking himself off and trying not to disturb you, before needing something, and sucking your fingers into his mouth as his eyes roll back and he comes with long, low moans.
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cheesit-notes · 8 months
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TASK FORCE 141
and how they fuck you
cw: MDNI!, fem reader, rough fucking, raw dogging it, riding (cowgirl), finger fucking, slow ghost, thigh riding, fucking in front of recruits a/n: teehee pls don't ban me for this Tumblr, this is 18+
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soap who likes fucking you rough, and even rougher when in front of the recruits. not really into condoms, likes it raw kinda guy you know? don't worry, he'll do tons of foreplay for you. kisses trail from your face down to your thighs. will get down on his knees to eat you out, and mind you, he's as good as he says. he honestly forgets about any forms and sorts of dirty talk at this point because he's too busy, your moans do most of the talking. by the time you're ready, he's already superr impatient. his pants strained and he's leaking precum like a faucet, he's been so patient up until now so he feels like he deserves a reward. his reward being he gets to ram his cock into you with little to no warning^^ if you think being fucked hard and rough is the end of it, you're wrong. he's a cocky fucker, he'll fuck you in front of the recruits just to show them who's better.
gaz who has you ride him, cowgirl style. you could be on the couch in the common area or in his barracks on the bed, doesn’t matter. he’ll sit there and watch as you do all the work. at first you’re doing so well and he’s praising you for it but after a while, you start to get tired :( poor you. he knows when you’re slowing down and he can get soo mean. a hand on your hip as he instructs you to go faster, harder, until he has you slammed down, bottoming out in you. the entire time, he’s spitting out insults about how you can’t do something as simple as riding him properly. cums inside you, sticky hot white cum drips down your thighs as you try to get up before his hands force you down on him again. he’s just trying to keep the cum where it belongs so let him fuck it back into you, yeah?
ghost who, surprisingly, likes fucking you slow. really slow. so slow in fact you start begging him to go faster. it feels like he’s teasing you with how little he’s giving you, but he’s enjoying it. there’s two position you’re in: on your knees taking him from behind with his hand on your stomach, or on your back with his thumb pressed over your abdomen. has at least a finger over your stomach to feel the bulge as he slides in and out. shit gets him high. calls you his little doll ‘cause you’re honestly just laying there letting him do whatever. he cums just from feeling the bulge that’s his cock in your stomach. even after he’s all soft, he’ll still shove some fingers in. he’ll curl his fingers and they’re so big and fat, and god, even his fingers stretch you out. this’ll go on for hours until you’re a babbling crying mess who came just from some fingers. he’s got all the time in the world to play with his doll.
captain price who’s a more hands-off kinda guy. he won’t even fuck you until you’ve cum from riding his thigh. making a mess over his pants as your legs tremble from the sensation. shoves toys in your cunt in the morning, “quiet, i’know you can take it”, so by nighttime you’ll be all wet for him! he’s not rough like soap, and not slow like ghost, he’s just normal fucking. not too rough, not too slow, just right. trust, he’s got tons of experience so he knows how to please a woman. if there’s one thing to complain about, it’s his death grip on your thighs. it doesn’t stop at red markings that last for hours or days, there are bruises on your thighs that can last up to weeks. he takes making you unable to sit normally to a whole new level. price is like soap in some ways, he wants to show people that he’s superior but not as obvious as soap. he won’t fuck you in front of the recruits, but you will be riding his thigh during briefings with the team.
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1-ker0sene-1 · 2 months
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Poly 141 x Reader
Home is where you are
"What ye think she made this time?"
Johnny mumbles, dropping his head back against the seat behind him. Blinking tiredly up at the ceiling of the truck, a daydream clear in his eyes. Simon next to him stares out the window, sweat seems to practically seal his balaclava to his face.
"We'd be lucky if anything. It's three in the fucking morning.."
Kyle says from the passenger seat. Pursing his lips a bit.
"She should be sleeping.."
Price chuckles from the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, paying close attention to the road.
"She knows we're on our way home. If she made something. We'll be thankful."
His other hand is resting on Kyle's knee, his thumb rubs slow circles against him.
Simons foot taps on the floor of the car silently, brows tight together. The man just wants to go home, shower, eat whatever heaven you cooked and sink into that california king mattress. With all of you, all five of you together.
"Steaks."
He mutters.
"Hm?"
Johnny questions with a hum, Simon clarifies.
"On days we come home.. it's either steak or shepherds pie. She made shepherds pie last time so it's gonna be steak."
They all salivate at the damn thought.
"It's tha little things with ye huh Simon?"
Johnny smiles warmly, leaning on his shoulder.
It was another thirty minutes driving before they finally pulled into the secluded driveway. Their safehouse. Their home. Where you are. Filing out of the truck, bags over their shoulders. Covered in grime and dried blood, they didn't even let themselves clean up at base before going home to you. Walking forward, Simon slings an arm around Kyle's shoulder. Tucking the sargeant into his side as they walk to the house. Both Johns walking behind them, Price giving the younger a good slap on the back.
"Home, boys. Let's enjoy it while we can."
Price comes forward to unlock the front door, pushing it open for the four of them. Mumbling out a reminder to take off their shoes inside. Leaning down with a grunt to pull off his boots. The others doing the same. They can already smell what you're cooking, Simon was right. The smell of steaks is pretty clear, garlic butter, some kind of steamed vegetables and spices.
The house is clean. Warm. Low lighting, some candles lit. Everything about it screams home. John opens his mouth to call out for you, but he can feel his spine practically melt hearing you hum in the kitchen.
Johnny is the first stumbling forward, hopping on one leg as he throws off his remaining shoe. Eager to get back to you. Grinning as he comes around the corner into the kitchen. He melts. Seeing you there, in your chair dishing up their plates of dinner.
".. Hey lass.."
He mumbles, feeling like all the air left his chest.
You turn your head when you hear him, the brightest smile spreads across your face. Tossing the fork down from your hand as you turn towards him.
"Hey soldier-"
You beam. You don't even get another word in before Johnny rushes towards you, you let out a puff of air as he crashes into you. Laughing against him as he squeezes you to his chest, his face buried in your hair.
"Fuckin' missed ye hen.."
He whispers. You return with one of your own.
"I know baby.. I missed you too.."
You lift your head, kissing the scar on his chin.
"This bloke botherin' you love?"
You already know that voice immediately, smiling as you turn to look at Kyle. Who is quick at your side with Johnny, his hand cups the back of your head. Pressing a long kiss to your cheek. Taking a deep inhale of your scent through his nose. You smile warmly, your hand finds his bicep, giving a soft squeeze.
"There you are Kyle.."
You murmur, turning your head to press your own kisses across the bridge of his nose.
"Always here."
He chirps, kissing on your skin. His eyes bore into you, drinking you up. Johnny huffs, mumbling something about stealing all your attention. Earning a small tug on his mowhawk from you.
"Alright you two- showers. The both of you. You need it-"
You chuckle, giving them both a hug. Giving Johnny one more kiss on the jaw. Letting Gaz get one more kiss on your face. Watching them head past you down the hall to the bathroom. Kissing on eachother, bumping into walls. You shake your head at them with a smile.
Eyes flicking back to the entrance. You find Simon staring at you, his shoulders slack and sinking. Eyes half lidded and tired. The rest of his face under the balaclava. Your eyes soften, holding out your hand to him.
"Oh Si.."
He takes the invitation. Coming over to you. He would tower over you in height. But instead he falls to one knee in front of your chair. Hands resting on the arm rests of your chair. Your hands immediately cradle his head. Leaning forward to press your head to his.
"You're home.. it's alright now .. no more Lieutenant.."
You whisper against him. Your fingertips lift the edge of the balaclava, pulling it over the nape of his neck. Over the back of his head, nails dragging soothingly up his scalp as you take the fabric away. Making him shiver in vulnerability. Putting his mask aside on the counter.
Seeing your Simons face eases the both of you, cupping his jaw and lifting his head.
"I know doll.. I know."
He mutters, you kiss his temple. Caressing his skin. Threading your fingers into his hair.
"Go shower with the boys sweetheart.. I'll be in there soon."
You coo at him. He chuckles deeply, kissing your head between your brows as he gets up. Bumping your foreheads together one more time before walking to the bathroom.
"You're not gonna say hello to me John?"
You joke, turning your head to watch said Captain. Who was holding his hat in hand, leaning against the wall watching you. He's been watching you the whole time.
"Just seein' you with our boys darlin'.."
Pushing away from the wall he walks over to you. His eyes full of exhaustion, longing, warmth. Tossing his hat on the counter behind you. He leans down, callous hands hold your cheeks. Bringing your lips to his.
He's not as sneaky as he thinks. You know of his little demand to the boys. He's the first to kiss you. Each time they come home.
You kiss him back feverishly, as much as you've been calm and steady for them. You missed your men like hell. Your hands find his shoulders, squeezing them tightly, beginning to work on the knots of tension in them. Emitting a deep groan from John into your mouth. You smile against his lips, feeling the scratch off his beard.
"Everyone's alright?"
You whisper against him. He nods, his hands finding your hips. Slightly lifting you from your chair and towards himself.
"No one's broken. .. Kyle's a little stressed. Y'know how he is.."
You nod, eyes still closed, continuing to brush your lips together.
"And you?"
"Just tired.. But I'm home. That's what matters."
John mumbles, kissing you deep again. Dipping his tongue past your lips, a soft sigh slipping out of you. Arms pulling him closer.
"Taking good care of our boys John.. You always do.. Making sure you all come home to me again... Our strong Captain.."
You can feel him sinking at your praise. The older mans knees want to buckle at your voice.
"Let's get you in the shower baby.. Hm? Get you washed and relaxed.."
You mumble against him.
You yelp as your lifted into the air by his arms, laughing openly as he carries you like a bride. Burying his nose to the crook of your neck. Carrying you down the hall, to the bathroom door. Where you can already hear the chatter of the men in the shower waiting for the two of you. John is grumbling against your skin.
"We need you darlin'. "
"Our boys and I need you bad.."
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Y/N: Why are you following me? Ghost: Because we're dating now Y/N: Ok... what about Johnny? Ghost: We're a package deal Johnny: Buy one idiot, get one free
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criminalamnesia · 28 days
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to hold everyone over until I finish traitor part four…
part one / part two / part three
I think kyle and johnny would 100% be the quickest to admit their fuck up, and I think they’d be the last to believe the ‘betrayal.’
the whole squad is fiercely loyal, but those two? those two didn’t believe it until price shoved the evidence in their faces; only then was it too damning to deny.
and god, they feel sick at the thought of what had happened to you. what they did to you. their teammate, their confidant, their friend.
sure, simon had taken point on the ‘interrogation,’ but johnny and kyle had helped. johnny had personally cut into you. kyle was no saint, either.
so when price breaks the news that you’re not the rat, johnny is sprinting to the room you’re being held in. he runs so hard across base that he thinks he may pass out when he finally bursts into the room, hands on his knees as he struggles to breathe.
and when he hears your laugh, he can’t help but think of how wrong it sounds. it’s hollow, untrue. eerie. unnerving. it makes him sick to his stomach.
he helped simon untie your limp body from the chair, and then he followed close behind as simon carried you to the infirmary. kyle was already waiting, eyes wide and lips bitten from nerves.
they don’t leave your side until price makes them. even then, the two are trading off standing outside the infirmary, eyes searching for you every time the door opens and closes. the doctor just shakes her head as she passes them.
they know it’s a long shot, but they have to try.
you’re one of them.
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whoslibby · 4 months
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you were cleaning out johnnys bunk, the death still lingers strong within the force no one could bring it up, the elephant in the room. you were the only one to volunteer to clean out his stuff. you wanted to have some reminders of him, his passing still heavy.
there wasn’t much except a black shoebox with his belongings, you started looking through, two fat sketchbooks, a few rings and a few photos that had gotten dusty. you picked up the rings slipping the one on, a red velvety box. you opened up the kid with a pop a small yellow post it note.
‘finally got the balls to propose to her? don’t fuck it up johnny” a note to himself. to whom the lucky girl was you couldn’t tell; but if you found out who it was you’d save the box to give to her.
you looked through one of the sketch books sketches of all the force, random notes, drawings of various cool objects. you didn’t realise how good soap actually was. a few polaroids stuck into pages. one of him and ghost a few days before.. before he died. titled in soap’s signature scruffy handwriting ‘me and ghostie’
the other sketchbook very similar before finding a letter at the very bottom of the box. you opened it up.
‘dear the nosy git who looks through my stuff,’
the first sentence having you in a moment of silence, reading the sentence in his voice. making a tear well up in your eyes.
‘i’m most likely dead if your looking through my stuff so here’s my will.
- my sketchbooks go to gaz, only one of you that won’t ruin them.
- all my money goes to price in supporting the sas, I want it still running when i’m long gone.
- ghost gets all the photos, I know he’s a softie even if he didn’t admit it.
- y/n gets the ring, tell her i’ll always love her, even if I didn’t get to tell her.’
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v1x3n · 13 days
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Guys I had a thought and it’s equally hilarious and adorable so here.
But GhostSoap falling asleep on a couch that’s just a touch too small to fit them both so they’re snuggled right up against one another, cuddling and so entangled with one another they don’t know where on begins and another ends.
Soap wakes first and takes a moment to relish in the peace and safety, smiling at a still sleeping Simon (cause the man doesn’t have his mask on for once and he’s not Ghost unless he has the mask) before he decides to get up.
What he doesn’t realise though, is just how entangled the two of them are. So when he goes to get up he ends up just tripping, falling over the side and pulling Ghost with him cause they’re legs are still tangled together.
Ghost wakes and manages to catch himself before he fully crushes the Scot but something has definitely been strained and his knees are definitely bruised as all fuck now.
Soap groans underneath him, rubbing at his elbows and head. A moment of quiet goes by before Ghost huffs a laugh and that just triggers Soap to start laughing his ass off cause he’s positive that they probably looked so stupid just then.
Johnny doesn’t mind too much tho, forgets the pain of the bruises quick when he looks up to find a smiling Simon looking down on him. The man’s expression fond but exasperated, and it’s the softest Johnny’s ever seen him.
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carriondell · 5 months
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soap makes you wear his dogtags when you ride him. they swing between your pretty tits, clinking in time with the roll of your hips. you whine whenever the cool metal hits a bruise, a hickey, or even your nipples. and if he wants to tease he yanks the chain, makes you slant and bend where he likes you, holding you low and humming smugly as you strain towards him, and rewards you with a much deserved kiss. but mostly he gets off on how they unambiguously, loudly mark you as his, his, his.
his alone.
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the-raindeer-king · 13 days
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Okay, So I'm the only girl on my team at work. And I'm telling y’all, regardless of age or relationship status, guys absolutely get excited when you give them stuff. Even if they act like they don't. All I can do is imagine how this would work with the 141.
Like imagine you make Gaz a bracelet. It's nothing too crazy, just a single strand of green pony beads. It didn't even take a lot to make it. Just some small, homemade thing that you give to him while you've got some down time between tasks.
He absolutely lights up, smiling wide, eyes bright. He thanks you with a side hug and a kiss to your temple. It's more than what you were expecting, but you're not gonna complain.
You don't think much of it, and move on with your business, nearly forgetting about the bracelet… until Soap interrupts you at the gym, demanding to know why Gaz got one and not him.
You didn't think he wanted one, and you certainly didn't think he'd be so distraught over something so silly. So, you promise him a bracelet, and you deliver it to him the next day. A single strand blue bracelet.
Johnny's ecstatic, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He gives you a bear hug, and a messy kiss to your cheek, practically singing your praise as he leaves.
Price is next. But thankfully you don't give him a chance to ask. You had noticed the way his gaze lingers on the bracelets that Gaz and Soap have, the small frown he's got after talking to them.
You make him a yellow one, and drop it off on his desk with some paperwork. No need for all the fanfare or even the chance he might reject it. He doesn't. He does bring you your favorite drink, his way of saying thanks. And the yellow bracelet is on his wrist the whole time.
Ghost is last, only because you didn't think he'd want one. But ever since Price got his, Ghost has been waiting with baited breath for one. He's not going to outright ask, will even scoff if Soap or Gaz brag about it. But he wants one!
It's late, when he drops by your barrack, quiet when you open the door. It takes him a moment to gather the courage. But eventually, he holds his hand out, asking where his bracelet is.
When you admit you hadn't made him one, he's a little hurt. You're teammates. Why wouldn't he want one? But you invite him into your barrack, letting him sit with you as you make the bracelet. It's just black, his color of course, but he leaves, smiling under the mask.
Oh, and when you show up for the next briefing with your own bracelet, a repeating pattern of green, blue, yellow and black, no one comments on it. But it's hard to ignore the way they all smile at you, a soft look in their eyes.
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shotmrmiller · 2 months
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When Johnny takes Simon to his home, and you open the door, Simon's heart stops beating. You direct that lovely smile he's fallen in love with at Johnny as you hug him and usher him inside. Simon's frozen in place, his body refusing to move, because gods, you're a fucking dream.
And then you turn your attention towards him, with ruddy cheeks and pink lips and a delicate neck he could easily wrap his hand around—
"You must be Simon!" and his cock starts to stir. All you said was his name, in that angelic voice of yours, and his blood started to rush to his groin.
When you move to wrap your arms around him in an embrace, he finally breaks from his trance and returns it. Barely. It's awkward— one arm coming up to inelegantly pat your upper back a little too hard, and the other stiff at his side. But you seem completely unbothered, just giving him one last squeeze and step back, holding both of his arms in your dainty hands, and you say, "It's great to meet the one that keeps my Johnny safe. Now, come on in, make yourself at home!"
Simon timidly walks inside, and closes the door behind him, and utters, "Thank you for lettin' me stay here."
The joyful laughter you let out sends exquisite prickles up his spine. "He actually speaks! I'm surprised, Johnny said it took a bit for you to warm up to others," and you give another stomach-fluttering giggle. "You're welcome here any time, Simon. Now let me take you to the room you'll be staying in."
Simon has to carry his duffle bag in front of him as you lead him to the guest room to cover the throbbing erection he's got. When you leave him to freshen up, he wastes no time in pulling his jeans down and taking himself in his hand, stroking firmly. When his imagination paints a picture of you wearing an apron while cooking a meal for him, his vision blurs as he climaxes.
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Simon knows he's atypical. He has no real decorum. He tells piss-poor dark jokes, inadvertently stares at people when he's lost in thought— and since he's been here, Simon likes to shadow you.
But you don't seem to mind any of it. You laugh at his jokes, the ones Johnny never fails to scoff in disgust at, you tilt your head innocently towards him, silently questioning his intense gaze — and it's so fucking adorable that he's come to that look 8 times in the last 3 days— and you always ask him to reach for things that are out of your reach because you know he's around. (Johnny made a joke once, said that you're being haunted by a ghost, and the quip you replied with as you came to his defense had him dizzy.)
His favorite thing about you though, is how unafraid you are of him. You had rounded a corner and saw his skull mask for the first time, and had you been like any other woman, you would've been startled. But you hadn't been— If anything, you asked him if he wanted it fixed.
"I can see a couple of tears here, Simon. I can patch it up if you like."
It was so deliciously domiciliary that he counted each stitch of his mended mask with his thumb as he touched himself that night.
And then, through the thin walls of the home, he suddenly heard your dulcet moans. He quickly got up and put his skills to use— silently crossing the living room and leaning against the wall closest to your bedroom door.
The bed repeatedly creaked and every choked moan that left you, Simon heard clearly. He hastily took out his achingly hard cock, spit on his palm, and stroked himself to the rhythm of the slapping of skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fucked himself to the thought of him being the one in there with you.
He has no doubt that you'd feel heavenly. Your slick cunt swallowing his turgid length, walls almost painfully tight around him. You'd beg for him to hammer into you, relentlessly, mercilessly. You'd tell him to bite the crook of your shoulder once you were about to come around his cock, and when he actually hears you reach your peak, he rhythmically tightens and loosens his grip, imitating your fluttering walls. His toes are curling inside his socks, he's so bloody close—
And then Simon hears your lascivious voice murmur, "Come in me."
He bites his lip so hard it splits under the pressure as he comes. Tiny, hushed whimpers seeped from behind his mouth, as hot cum spilled onto his fingers, and trickled onto the floor.
The only noise Simon can hear now is his own shaky breath— the fun's over on both sides, it seems. He looks down, gives his softening cock one more stroke, wringing out the last of his seed, before tucking himself away, and sluggishly wiping his mess off the floor with his foot.
He quietly moves, heading back to his room, when he spots your laundry basket in the utility room.
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Simon has never believed in luck until now when he's sniffing your knickers in the privacy of the guest room, and he realizes they've been worn. And by how strong the smell of you is, they've been used very recently. He felt like he won the goddamn lottery.
Wrapping it around his cock, he touches himself. Again. And when he comes, he makes sure to spurt his cum directly onto the gusset of the undergarment.
Come morning, when they're all stiff and crusted, he laments that he didn't lick them first, in a pitiful bid to experience a taste of you, before stowing them into a secret compartment in his bag. He makes a mental note to remember to do just that when he takes another pair.
Simon wordlessly makes a cup of tea later, hissing as the hot liquid comes in contact with the small wound on his lip, when Johnny approaches him.
"Mornin' LT."
A grunt is his only reply.
Johnny then shoots him a sly grin.
"Last night, ye weren't as wheesht, as quiet, as ye thought. But dinnae worry, Bonnie doesn't ken a thing."
He claps a hand on Simon's petrified shoulders. "If ye wanted a slice of the cake, ye could've just asked. I dinnae mind sharin'."
Simon gives him a borderline-demented look, puts his tea down on the counter, and clears his throat.
"When?"
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tulipsbymybed · 8 months
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the 141 + konig and morning sex <3
18+ minors dni!!!
exactly as the title says my loves!! had a mini blurb for this for price ghost and konig once, then woke up in a cold sweat with a soap idea and decided to add gaz as well. anyway have fun and be horny!
this has somnophilia in it with prior consent given by you, cockwarming i guess, hand holding 🥺 which isn't a warning but i'm obsessed with hand holding during sex
Price;
Price enjoys wrapping his body around yours and melding yourselves together, ensuring he can get as close as possible. He’ll spoon you, legs tangled with yours and chest pressed tightly against your back. As he wakes he’ll groan quietly into your shoulder blades, slipping his hand off of your hip to slide it under the front of your shirt, just rubbing circles into your stomach as he gently rocks his hips forward into you, feeling himself harden. After a few minutes his breathing picks up and he can’t resist, he just has to slide his hand down from your stomach to your thigh, push your leg out a little until he can push the tip of his cock into your entrance. Once he’s sheathed in your tight heat he’ll let your leg back down and groan at how much tighter you get like this, forehead pressed against the nape of your neck as you slowly wake up to his shallow thrusts. Sometimes, usually when he’s back from a mission, he won’t even move. He’ll just slip into you, hook his arms around your stomach and press a kiss to your back before falling asleep again, happily ensconced in your warmth like he’s always desperate to be.
Konig;
He’ll wake up sleepy and still slightly out of it, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes and realising the dull throbbing he feels in his member. This is always followed by his head lolling towards you and a tired smile stretching over his face, one hand automatically reaching out to land on your hip and squeeze the meat of it. He’ll roll himself over and settle himself between your legs, kiss over your chest as it rises and falls, breathing evenly in sleep. Konig will drop onto his forearms either side of your head, shifting only to reach down and position himself at your entrance, pressing his lips together in an attempt to keep any sound from escaping. When he’s finally bottomed out, he sinks his weight down over your body, pressing you deliciously into the mattress so he can hook his chin over your shoulder. His face will be buried in your hair or the sheets, and his eyes droop closed again as he softly grinds into you. 
Ghost;
It’s automatic with him, barely even thinks about it through the haze of sleep before his hand is groping across the sheets and gripping your thigh. He’ll settle onto his back if he’s not already and tug at you, listening to you whine as you wake up somewhat, but he knows you’re not actually annoyed so he ignores the noises mostly. When you’re close enough he’ll push his other hand under you to grab at your hip furthest away from him, pushing it up gently as he pulls on your thigh again. Ghost will tug you over him until your legs bracket his hips, shifting himself up just so you can feel his hardness in your half awake state, then he’ll just push himself gently inside you, slowly because he knows you often struggle to take him. His arms will wind around you, hands resting on your back and fingers splayed wide to provide a comforting presence for you, and to feel as much of you as he can as he lets his head fall back on the pillow again. Most times, he’ll thrust a few times before just deciding he likes the feeling, the warmth, and he’ll let his eyes close again, almost always falling back asleep.
Soap;
Soap likes getting close and sweaty with you, breathes mixed together as he plasters as much of your body to his as he possibly can-so it’s not a surprise that in the morning he’ll shuffle himself over to you under the sheets, eyes still half shut because he doesn’t even need to look properly. He knows you like the back of his hand and he’s done this enough times he’s very practised in it, so it doesn’t take too much effort when he lifts the duvet up off your back, just enough to shift his leg over the backs of your thighs. Soap’ll reach one hand down to slip his fingers down between the apex of your legs and prod against the slight wetness he feels there, resting on one arm next to your head as his other hand spreads you open slightly, pushing his hips down and slipping into you satisfyingly. He’ll feel your legs stretch out beneath him as you feel the delicious fullness, and he’ll settle down on top of you, reaching both his hands up to tangle his fingers with yours, gripping your hands with that familiar tightness he always holds you with. 
Gaz;
Gaz often wakes up desperate, the only thought in his pretty head is how much he wants, needs you. Most times he’ll look over and see your sleeping form, content to just slip a hand down under the covers and palm over himself for relief. And that works. For a couple of minutes. It works until his gaze dips down and he remembers you didn’t wear a shirt to bed last night, until he sees the swell of your ass slightly visible under the duvet, just until the curve of your breast is right there in his eyeline. He tells himself he won’t wake you up, you won’t mind if he does this if he’s very careful about it because he’s just so sweet, you see. Breathing shallowly, he’ll spit on his hand and spread the saliva over his cock, lubing himself up to push between your thighs where they’re pressed together, biting his lip to try and stifle the moan that threatens to spill forth at the warmth and tightness. It can never compare to actually being inside you, but he doesn’t want to wake you up by stretching you out or anything so this will do-besides, it’s you, and that’s pretty much all he ever needs to get off. He always thinks it was just a one off, an anomaly, but you know better when you wake up yet again to Gaz breathing heavily behind you and sticky ropes of cum dripping over the front of your thighs.
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