#the 141 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[lyeofhell]

MDNI 18+ Only .𖥔 ݁ ˖ (f!reader x vampire!John)

when vampire!John Price eats you out into overstimulation and you inevitably start getting fussy, he just bites your inner thigh, gently tearing into that sweet, irresistible plush, sucking enough blood to weaken you, to tire your limbs and snuff out your fight. the loss of blood leaves you whiny, mumbling gibberish and breathing slow, fingers so weak you can’t even grip him by his hair. oh, and you’re so pliant this way…letting him spread you and fold you in any way he chooses, letting him get his fill in more ways than one, the way a good human pet should. and when your chest is slow to rise and fall, he shifts his glistening crimson lips back to the task at hand, spitting blood at your sticky cunt to make it slick again, spreading and licking and sucking, making a mess of it till it’s milky and red.

(divider by @/tsunami-of-tears)

[xo-codbby]

thinking about playboy!ghost x manhater!reader 🍒🖤

callsign: cherry. 18+

you loved your team but the truth remained the same, men simply sucked. too many times had you been burnt out, learning constant lessons over and over preferring to know someone properly before you introduced them to your bed. while ghost was just purely physical, just needing release. he didn't want to engage in deep conversation, he swore off of love years ago but there wasn't harm in chasing gratification for his physical needs even if he left a string of broken hearts behind him

ghost is cocky in the fact that he knows he looks good, he knows he has women at his disposable without saying a word. his bed warmed by frequent visitors, many wanting to come back but not getting the chance to. a soft scoff leaving your lips whenever you see a woman hanging onto his arm, practically lapping at his every word. the sight makes you recoil away but it only makes him want to aggravate you that much more

absolutely hating one another when you both first met.

according to him, you were too stuck up. your terrible attitude, your prudish behaviour, little miss know it all. he disliked it all and you had been the same, his arrogant cocky personality paired with his unbearable sarcasm. just another womaniser. you disliked him more than words could explain.

and yet the line between hate and love was a fine line indeed

getting teased around base relentlessly by him

"c'mere cherry, let me show you how to let off some steam-" "fuck right off"

ghost constantly offering you a quick lay whenever the team finished up a particularly stressful mission. gaz and soap chuckling at the snark you gave back, the only one to your defence was price offering a gentle hand and a stern look to ghost who rolled his eyes

but him getting so jealous when you get the attention of another man, when he sees you talking to someone else around the barracks it felt different. it felt intimate, too close for his liking. and with some forceful persuasion from price, he found out the new sergeant had taken a liking to you. and regrettably, you were starting to feel something for him too. he doesn't know why it pisses him off so much but he'll be damned if he doesn't wreak hell on the bastard

his absolute favourite way to piss you off is inviting a woman to his bed, making her scream and moan out his name as loud as he can,

"that's all y'can do f'me? louder doll, lemme hear just how good it feels"

as he's thrusting so deep into her cunt but it doesn't feel the same like it used to. he won't be able to cum until he's imagining your face, imagining the pretty sounds he'd coax from your lips.

how his cock would throb deep into your willing pussy, how he'd rub the tip of aching cock against your entrance relishing in the way you squeezed him so tightly. the very sight almost makes him groan out your name, even the thought of tasting your slick makes him shiver in anticipation.

and of course it's your room beside him, you're subjected to listening this woman's moans and how great he's making her feel. a warm feeling stirring deep between your legs but you refuse to engage in his stupidity cursing at him as you throw yet another book at the wall. the sounds only stir him on, competing with you who could make the loudest sounds.

it's only when price, again, yells out a sharp command from the depths of his room that it's silence once more

the next morning you're woken up by gaz and soap laughing and hooting at him, heading to the kitchen to see his dark brown eyes twinkle as he looks at you. he stands against the counter, a mug of tea in his hands. his balaclava pulled up over his nose while he eyes you up and down stalking your every move

"an' how'd you sleep, cherry?"

his voice is a hoarse rumble from having woken up, his cocky grin as he looks at you over. wondering if you had touched yourself to his sounds he let spill just for you, wondering whether you squeezed your legs tightly or grinded against the pillow for some relief

but your eyes roll and brows furrow, not wanting to entertain his bullshit. only offering a smartass comment as you look back at your phone. the very sight makes him want to pounce on you, to show you what you were missing

but say one day you get your heart broken and the feelings come head to head, piss drunk as you knock thrice on his door watching him open with a disgruntled look on his face

"bloody 'ell, y'gonna bash my door in-"

doesn't even get the words out before you've pulled him to your face and kissing him feverishly, the door slamming shut behind you both. but when you get to the bed, the alcohol and the heightened emotions lull you into a deep sleep as he sighs softly. looking around before setting you down and laying next to you. grumbling softly how you're lucky to be sleeping in his bed

he doesn't even have sex but he swears it's the most intimate he's ever been with someone

so playboy ghost, the man who would pay for ladies ubers so they wouldn't sleep in his personal space, the man who chose to fuck casually with no feeling, the man who swore off love altogether held you captive in his arms snuggling into you.

the very man who broke the vow he made not to ever get entangled with emotions had clung to you like you were his lifeline in a torrential sea and you had escaped his clutches like a thief in the night like he had done so many times to others. and perhaps if he wasn't so heartbroken he might've laughed at the irony of the situation, what comes around goes around

[lologoinsolo]

Territorial Omega Nikto X Packbonded 141’s Beta Reader… hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Thoughts…. So many thoughts to this…. So many wips that need my attention but this ^ this is taking over my brain.

[pfhwrittes]

i need to lie down. thinking about the 141 guys in work trousers is detrimental to my health 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[xo-cod]

141 + reader

hc's when you five share the barracks together/just in general <3 (ooc, rushed my bad lmao, can be read platonically/romantically, reader is v close to them!!) kinda long oops 😩 might do a part 2 idk

nsfw version 🩷

there's a whole lot of testosterone and musk in the air when you're sharing living spaces with 4 men ‼️

all four men compete with each other to get your attention, even if it's unknowingly

whole lotta pouting when you're spending time with more man than the other, you're a great companion ;) and the army is lonely. they all need equal love and attention

speaking of, if you're smelling like one of them the other will immediately bundle you in his arms to put his scent on you instead and to cancel out the other (alpha behaviour 😵‍💫)

whole lotta flirting from each of them. they're all very intelligent soldiers, they know exactly what to say to get you going 😙

all of them adore the height difference with you. you get teased about it relentlessly (out of love obvi)

i don't think they're particularly messy men but ghost and gaz are the most cleanest, they like having their things in order and knowing where everything is

price is next because he's slumped with being captain so you'll see a lot of his paperwork around with coffee mugs from pulling all nighters

soap is more organised mess. it might look messy to you but he knows exactly where everything is

you, soap and gaz definitely have rap battles late at night. it starts of quiet but you'll usually hear price shouting at you three from his bedroom to stfu. ghost threatens to pull a grenade if you don't be quiet

assuming you're naturally a good cook, they'd all be so appreciative :") especially on bad days, your cooking reminds each of them of home (or lack of)

face masks! gaz would 100% be down to do them with you, soap would follow next because if gaz is doing it then he too???

ghost would roll his eyes, continuing polishing his guns with a rag "you ain't putting that muck on my face"

price would just look at you, shaking his head "got too much to do, sweetness"

but you're quite the convincer and all four men are on the floor of your bedroom, gossiping about the last mission with their preferred colour of face mask across their faces

assuming you're the only woman, they get very protective when you're hurt. soldiers get hurt from time to time but its different when it's you

"you alright, bonnie?" soap's gentle voice comes through your room as he hands you a warm mug of your fave drink

gaz had you wrapped in a big fluffy blanket, gently stroking your back

"who was it?" ghost's voice is firm, wanting to know who dared injured the youngest member of their team

"already got a handle on 'em" price follows, looking at the computer. whatever enemy dared to raise their hands on wished they'd be six feet under after all four men are done with them

you're the one each man needs when they're having a particularly bad day which are usually far in few between but sometimes it happens

gaz and soap are the types to seek you out, their faces settled in a troubled frown before they place their arms around you. no questions just yet, they just want to feel skin to skin for now. keeping them grounded before they can explain what happened. they're not looking for a fixer, just someone who'll listen

ghost and price are the type to isolate themselves for a while until it's night and then you'll find them gently knocking on your bedroom door and slipping inside, between your covers. their grip is strong, burying their faces deep into your neck whilst trying to wrap his arms as much as he can. these two won't talk much either, just looking to be held and stroked to calm down

ghost and soap are the type to show affection through lingering touches while gaz and price show affections through their words.

but speaking of hugs, each of them have their own special way they like to embrace

ghost thinks he's being slick but you realise just how touchstarved he really is, he gives hugs with his arms around your shoulders bringing you in to his chest. mostly because he's tall and broad but he likes how he can manhandle you from this position and smelling your scent <3

soap's the type to tackle you in a playful hug, maybe a spin to get a laugh out of you before he gently strokes your skin for a few seconds, a gentle kiss to your temple <3

price likes to hug from behind, resting his chin on your head while he looks at what you're doing. depending on you, his big arms are either wrapped on your waist or your shoulders <3

gaz gives side hugs because he likes linking his arm around your hips and he likes how you fit snugly into his body. and this way he can lean his head against yours and can bring you in closer with his other arm <3

all four can immediately smell you before you come in because they adore whatever perfume/spray you have

each of them would absolutely melt into pieces if you joined them/kept them company in what they were doing

and if they catch you in a towel after having a shower, best believe they're quickly walking back around to where they came from to help alleviate the growing... tent in their pants

lowkey kinda pervy 🫣 (never in a harmful way)

each of them have their strong points and would 100% train you in becoming stronger

even if you're a well established soldier, they all worry for your safety

price would teach you sniper techniques, ghost teaches you combat, gaz teaches you how to sharpen your aim and soap teaches you about explosives and how to construct/dismantle each of them

they take the training very seriously with you

a ton of cursing when their fave team loses lmaoo

if you're avid tea drinker, join the gaz/ghost/price club. if you're not, join the hater club with soap <3

ghost/gaz/soap will playfully fight with you, careful not to use their full strength and not to harm you. but it's so cute to them when you're struggling a little under them.

but when price scolds them in doing so, "i'm just helping in case there's an attack!"

if you're arguing against one of them, another will come to your defence. unless you're arguing all four then it's the silent treatment from you 🤭

all four of them melt when you call them by their real name instead of their callsign :")

ghost usually comes to you when his balaclava is broken and he'll keep you company as your fingers work their magic to the fabric, gently leaning against you as you speak to him

price will let you shape up his beard after you begging to do so and he grows to enjoy those tender moments

soap definitely calls for your help to shape up his mohawk, he trusts your hand to eye coordination above anyone elses

ghost will playfully ruffle your hair whenever you both pass each other

price gives you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder

gaz gives you a soft stroke on your arm or back whenever he's passing by

soap will gently tap his head against yours, not too hard to cause pain but just enough to know that he's there

but above all, the barracks you five share is definitely a safe space for each of them the second they come through the door <333

[cinnamongrl2006]

Simon “i don’t share” Riley and medic!user, but the rest of 141 js loves fucking with their lt. 😵‍💫

Warnings: Established relationship, Simon is possessive, age gap (legal, he is in his mid 30s, reader in her early/mid 20s), suggestive, descriptions of blood and wounds. a/n: You guys love it when I write for Simon Riley, and I've been getting back into COD lately (unemployment does that to a sweet girl), so here ya go!! Hope the anon who requested it gives me a big kiss (and some notes for part two because I really don't know how to tackle this)!!

part 1 | part 2 (will be linked when I post it)

Everyone at base knew you and Simon were together, it was obvious in the way his eyes trailed over your body when you walked around him, in the way your touch was softer, your hands lingered longer than usual against his marred skin when you patched him up.

It was obvious too, in the way Simon spoke to you when the rest of the 141 was around. His voice didn't have that honeyed veil, that softness it had when it was the both of you alone, he kept his usual stern tone, but it was the way he spoke and the words he used that made everyone take a step back.

When he came back injured from a particularly difficult mission, groaning as the medics laid him on your examination table and exited the small room, his rough hands—already stripped from their bloodstained gloves, as well as his torso, stripped from its bloodstained clothes, a gunshot wound on his side, gushing blood into the metallic table— would find your hips and waist, squeeze them tightly and murmur reassuring words.

And, usually, you wouldn’t be the one who needed the reassurance, but there you were, looking down at him with so much love you could have very well exploded. If anyone had dared to strip him off his balaclava then, they'd have found him gazing at you lovingly, cheeks flushed and smile wide, but nobody dared do that— nobody but you, that is— so he needn't worry.

One afternoon, the team gathered in the lounge after a particularly brutal training exercise Simon had come in to find you laughing at something Johnny had said, your head thrown back in that carefree way that made his heart race. The sight of you, laughing lightheartedly, should have made him smile, but instead, a surge of jealousy washed over him as he watched Johnny lean in closer, his arm casually draped over your shoulders, as if that was it's place.

Kyle sat at your right side, his fingers hooking in your neckline and tugging down playfully. He laughed as you swatted his hand away giggling. Simon caught his gaze, and the brunet just leaned back against the armrest and shot him a wink.

His blood boiled at the crude comments they whispered in your ear, loud enough for him to hear. He thought about shouting at his teammates, making a scene that would have the newest recruits gossiping, fearful of him. He considered smacking some sense into their heads as the anger coursed through his body, boiling hot. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles white, nails digging into the rough skin of his palm. But he knew that was what they wanted, and he refused to let these morons get the best of him. Instead, he walked around you and sat on a bench to your left, both arms stretched over the back of it, legs spread, eyes locked on you.

Even with the balaclava on, concealing his features, you could tell he was unhappy with the situation. So, you decided to play into it further. You smiled wide-eyed at their compliments, laughed at their teasing, and flirted back, all while periodically glancing at Simon to gauge his reaction.

With a casual but deliberate pat on his thigh, he drew your attention. You looked over, your playful demeanor faltering for just a moment as you caught his eye. There was a spark there, a silent command that sent a thrill through you. Without needing any further invitation, you slid off the bench and onto his lap, settling against him obediently.

"Think you can just flirt with every guy in the room?” His voice was smooth but edged with a teasing bite, drawing your attention fully.

"'m just being friendly, Si," You whispered back, your tone bitter.

When you turned to him, a bright smile on your face, he raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he'd show you friendly later.

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So sorry it's such a short thing but I literally had no idea how to carry it out, the part two will be pure filth (and if anon has any notes abt this I'll make sure to tackle those in part two!!)

tags: @cherrycolaheartss @laceyfaeryy

[diejager]

Hello hellooooooo

I hope you are doing great !!

(I was waiting patiently for your requests to be open again lmao)

So, my brain was just thinking of something for monster!141 and I just need to share it somewhere 😵‍💫

As you may know, penguins' love language is giving pebbles to their loved ones

Penguin hybrid!Hunter just giving monster!141 pebbles and little rocks to show them that they love them 🥹

Alright, I'll go back to my knitting now BYE

*gets out by the window with a parachute*

Pebbles Cw: weird courting, tell me if I missed any.

You didn’t have any noticeable differences to a human, having the appearance of any human with a some quirky and funny behavioural traits that all of them enjoyed. You had your moments of oddity, but you didn’t seem that far from a human, having no tail, ear or horns, your skin as smooth and soft as any. They dropped their suspicions of you being a hybrid, a monster or even an inter dimensional creature of some unknown source.

And somehow, they find small trinkets - small, round pebbles picked out of a bunch to be perfectly rounded, smooth edges and glistening under the light, and sticks, long and robust, but small enough to sneak into the base without being caught - placed in the areas they often found themselves frequenting.

Price would find a cluster of pebbles on his desk, arranged neatly in a ring, a curious little thing that he shrugged off, putting them away for the time he’d be able to catch the culprit red handed in the act. Price chucked it up to being Soap and Gaz pulling a prank on him, an unsuspecting and benign trick for a little laugh between them, he didn’t bother with it too much.

Ghost found his small collection of sticks and rock on the books he liked to read, placed near the corner of his desk in his office, the arrangement was neither crude nor clean, it was a chaotic abstraction that he didn’t understand.He didn’t know what to make of it, no one would be brave enough - stupid enough - to pull something like this on him and on his stuff without knowing the risks they put themselves in.

Soap and Gaz had a few placed that belonged to them alone, like their rooms or their locker in the armoury, small areas that everyone knew was theirs. Gaz was the first of the two to find flowers and pebbles in the top compartment of his locker, picked with utmost care to keep the petal from bending. Soap found his collection of sticks and flowers stitched in a pretty crown placed around the collar of his vest, a little present full of romance and adoration. Both of them couldn’t help but find this weird act endearing.

Until Price saw you rush out of his office, a sweet, love-filled smile plastered on your face as if you’d been given the miracle of your life. If he pushed the thought farther, he could almost see a little tail wagging behind you, oh so overzealous and overjoyed with something you did. Peaked by it, he looked into his room and caught the bright petals of a daisy gently placed in the middle of a wreath of stick. He looked at it with a renewed aww and curiosity, feeling your affection roll of your intricate design, made and catered to him as if you’d made each and every single one of his boys a little courting gift-

It was an instinctual courting behaviour seen in monsters and hybrids alike. It stopped him in his tracks, causing him to question himself and your file, he’d been sure that you were human through and through, holding not a single ounce of monster blood in your veins, you’d done tests. Tests, he had to remind himself that these tests were - despite being physical and DNA tests - noted down if the recipient had any traits deemed worthwhile, something useful in the minds of a battle or in a dogfight.

That would give reason to some missing holes in your file, the little things that made you so charmingly you in every aspect was missing from your papers, reserved for people who came to know you. It warmed his heart, to see you so comfortable with them that you ended up forging such strong, emotional connections that you started giving them gifts. He’d have to take it up with the other boys, tell them what he just found out: your little, courting gifts, your hybrid roots that they could explore and your lovable smile when you’d successfully given your gift, and see where they would go from there.

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[chamomiletealeaf]

Photo credit to @ave661 💖

Warnings: afab! reader, nsfw, smut, piv sex, squirting, gangbang?, sub!reader, degradation?, Oral (f! and m! receiving), thigh riding, spitroast, porn with little plot, just overall filth 🙏😩 (lmk if I missed any)

All is consented to 🗣️

wc: 1,916

A/n: This is my first fic and was actually supposed to be just a comment on the picture 💀 idk how it got turned into this 😭 Sorry if this sucks ass lmao.

Imagine you’re a sniper who was just outnumbered and captured as a prisoner just to have task force 141 take turns with you and make you a drooling, whimpering, squirting, cock dumb slut bouncing on their cocks one by one like their own personal barracks bunny.

Their thigh holsters rewire the synapses in my brain and have the same effect on me as electroshock therapy would 😵‍💫

They’d have you in so many different positions. Sometimes all of them using you at once, stuffing all your tight holes, sometimes one watching and enjoying from afar.

Simon would have your knees by your head, positioned on a couch, pushing your thighs back watching as your tits bounce and your eyes cross as he pounds into your wet, squelching pussy.

“God lovie, you got me thinking you WANTED to be captured with how fuckin wet this pussy is for me. Such a slut hm? I bet your cute lil cunt was throbbing and fluttering up on that hill we caught you at just thinking ab having us all at once.”

Once Simon’s done with you he wipes your tears of pleasure from your face.

“Aww, what, my cock feel so good you just can’t handle it? Look at how pretty and cute she is boys. And look at these fuckin perfect tits god.” He moves to start licking up and down your neck and on your tits, squeezing them and leaving wet, sloppy kisses all over, making you whine and arch your back, pressing your tits into him.

“C’mon mate you’ve had your turn.” Soap says impatiently, clearly frustrated.

Soap would have you sit on his lap, your back against his chest with your legs spread over his thighs, cock deep in your pussy so he could show the rest of the guys how much he can make you squirt. You arch your back and reach behind you to grip his hair with one hand while the other grabs at his thigh holster as you bounce on his cock. He reaches around your waist and rubs your throbbing, pink little clit in fast circles and side to side motions with one hand making you squirt all over him, yourself, and the couch while his other hand grips your hip with a sly, teasing smirk on his face as he does so.

“Ohhhh fuck yeah juuust like that bunny”, Soap says with a laugh as you squirt and your pussy pulses while he continues fucking up into you and rubbing your clit, making your juices messily splash around you two. “Show them how much this fat cock makes you squirt. That feel good hm? Hittin that perfect fuckin spot in you while I rub on this cute little twitching clit of yours yeah? Fuck look at that boys, she’s fuckin soaked us and the couch. Such a good fucking girl.” He says with that same shit eating smirk.

Gaz would join Soap after you squirt kneeling between yours and Soaps legs pushing your thighs back wanting to watch closer as Soap continues to fuck up into you, overstimulating your fucked out pussy. He’d place his warm, wet tongue on your clit looking up at you lapping up your remaining juices while Soap continues to overstimulate you, still pounding into you from beneath, making your toes curl as you let out a whimper.

“Mm taste so fucking good hunnie. That’s right you can take it.” Soap then removes his hands from your hips and brings his arms up and under your knees and placing his hands behind your head, putting you in a full Nelson. “That’s right, look at Gaz while he teases that cute lil clit of yours babes yeah? Look at how my fat fucking cock stretches you nice and wide. Thaaaat’s right, yeah cum all on my cock.” Soap says, and you can’t help but spasm all over his cock again and on Gaz’s face as you cum.

Price watches all this happen sitting across from the couch, legs spread, smoking a cigar. He stands up, and starts approaching you, Soap, and Gaz.

“Well, well, what a fuckin show. But I think it’s my turn hm? Whaddya say bunny?” He says lifting your chin up from the position Gaz and Soap had you in, taking another drag of his cigar while Simon watches not too far away with his leaking cock in his hand.

“C’mon, you two have had your fun.” Price says to Soap and Gaz. He then sits next to Soap and pulls you onto his lap, away from the two men, and Simon moves to stand behind the couch next to Price.

“What a contrast. You completely naked and us fully clothed. So fuckin hot.” Price says while he grinds his clothed hard on against your bare dripping pussy, gripping your hips and pulling them down on his while he ruts his hips up, making you whine. “Wanna see that cute, pink little pussy of yours soak me through my fuckin pants.” He says as he continues his movements while you tip your head back and continue to grind down on him harder. “Uh uh look at me.” He says grabbing your jaw and yanking your head back down to look into his eyes. “You’re gonna fuckin look at me while you rub that tight little snatch on my thigh.” Price then lifts you so you’re straddling his thigh and he starts to move you back and forth again, the boys watching around you two on the couch in amusement.

“Whaddya think boys, do I let her cum again like this? Or on my cock.” Price says, takin a puff of his cigar and blowing the smoke back out at you. Simon then steps around the couch and sits next to you and Price. You’re now riding the Captain’s thigh while he grips your hip and smokes his cigar with Simon next to him on your left. Soap and Gaz are on Price’s other side to your right, all four men watching you like vultures on their prey.

“I think she’s been a good girl. Why not give her two cocks.” Simon says with a smirk in his deep, husky accent that makes you get impossibly wetter. “Whaddya say lovie?” Simon asks you as he tilts your chin to him while you’re still moving yourself on Price’s thigh, hands gripping on his thigh and his vest. You nod. “W- want you both. At the same time” you say, ironically a little embarrassed seeing you’ve already been ruined by the four big men in front of you.

Simon and Price look at each other and let out a teasing laugh at your desperate, pathetic sounding words. “Just can’t get enough can she?” Price says to Simon, then turning back to you. “You want more bunny? Hm? Want my cock in you while Simon fucks that pretty little mouth of yours?” You nod, lip between your teeth. “Ah ah use your words love.” Simon says. “Be a good girl and ask nicely.” You whine, embarrassed and intimidated by all the men’s eyes on you. “Need it. Need it please. Need it so bad.” You whimper out.

“Well, you heard the girl.” Price says smirking as he moves to take his thick cock out. He stands up and guides you to the side of the couch, while Simon scoots down to the arm rest you’re both standing by. Price kicks your feet out, spreading your legs as he grabs your hair and bends you over the arm rest of the couch, face directly above Simon’s leaking tip

“Spit on it.” Simon says, while Price starts to rub his cock back and forth against the folds of your cunt. You spit on Simon’s cock holding eye contact with him and give it a few pumps before wrapping your lips around it, sucking and giving it little innocent kitten licks. “Fuck keep looking at me like that and I’m not gonna be able to behave myself.” Simon says.

You smirk a little bit and Price starts to push into you, moving in slowly all the way to the hilt, turning your smirk into a cute little squeak, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Holy shit. God you’re fuckin tight. Taking me so well and I’ve barely started.” Price says as he grips your hip and grabs your hair, guiding your movements on Simon’s cock. Your back is arched over the arm of the couch, tits pressed against Simon’s thigh while you suck him off, ass clapping against Price’s thighs while he thrusts into you.

Soap and Gaz watch, sitting on the floor across from the three of you making snarky remarks and amused little laughs while sharing a drink from Soap’s flask. Price starts to pick up his pace while Simon groans and throws his head back. “Fuckkk just like that bunny. God your pretty mouth was just made for sucking cock wasn’t it? Look so pretty like this.” Simon says. Price grips your hair and your hip harder, still pounding into you from behind, your ass making a clapping noise against him. “Mm fuck. Can feel you clenching around me so tight. Such a perfect, tight, cunt. Just sucking me in. Greedy little thing. Look at that fat ass just bouncing on my cock.” Price says through clenched teeth and gives your ass a slap, making you jump and let out a little noise.

You feel both men start to get close to their highs and you do too. “Fuck gonna cum.” Simon says as he begins to thrust his hips up to meet your mouth, starting to face fuck you. You gag around his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks due to Simon’s cock choking you and the pleasure of Price stretching you out from behind.

“Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum-“ Simon says under his breath tilting his head all the way back. Price then takes advantage of Simon’s quietness to talk so fuckin nasty to you. “Fuck look at you. Taking two cocks at once, you fucking minx. Yeah that’s right, let Simon face fuck you pretty girl. Suck him real good. Squeezing me so- fuckin tight I’m- fuck I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna cum in this tiny little pussy yeah? That what you want? Yeah? Cum for us first baby. Wanna feel you throb around me.”

You moan around Simon and clench around Price as you cum for another time that night, losing count of how many releases you’ve had. You kick your legs out and roll your eyes back but Price moves his hand from your hair and presses your torso down, keeping you in place as he fucks you harder. Your moaning around Simon and the fluttering of your pussy was the final push over the edge for the both of them as both men cum inside you. Warm spurts of cum filling you from both ends.

“Oh f- fuckkk” Simon moans with a high pitched whine while Price doesn’t take his eyes off of where you two connect as he lets out a deep groan and a hushed “fuckkk” as he cums inside you. The three of you stay there for a second, then Price gently grabs your arms and lifts you up so your back is pressed against his front, still buried deep inside you. Simon sits there and watches as Price hoists you up and admires your tear stained, gorgeous, post-fuck face, all glowy and tired-looking from getting used. Price guides you back to the couch, grabbing a towel to clean you up while Simon gets you water and a blanket and wraps it around your shoulders. The four men sit with you on the couch taking care of you and making sure you’re okay.

Then Soap says with a cheeky smile:

“Looks like we got ourselves a new member on the team.”

[xo-codbby]

blue-collar!141 x reader

got brainrot 😵‍💫 continued from here

"maintenance" a rough voice calls out as they knock thrice, waiting out on the door step. it was a rare thing they would do check ups, even more rare that they would go out their way to check up on a customer. but you were different, they'd taken an immediate liking. plus they had just renovated your home, they had to make sure everything was in working order. all sorts of trouble could arise with a new home and their loyal customer deserved the very best

"c'mon pretty, we're roasting out here" price wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, blowing out some air as he squints back at your front door still unlocked

you were not aware of this however, it seemed to be a surprise check and you could not be more inconvienced. you had been in the middle of assembling some new furniture, quickly heading to the mirror to make yourself a little more presentable

the check up had been weird, they didn't usually do it to anyone else. completing their service and then disappearing, only being called back when they were required. hardly coming on their own will with the whole team, no less. your heart hammered in your chest, looking at them through the covered window. they looked casual, relaxed as they spoke between themselves and then glancing back at the door. price and ghost leaning against the fence while gaz toyed with the handle. soap trying to peek in the window, casually obviously, he had some class

"just a sec" you called out, grimacing slightly as you quickly sort everything out. the drills lay on the tiles, the wood still needing to be fixed together with the screws rolling everywhere and the instructions lost somewhere in the box. but you didn't have much time to fix that, trying to brush yourself down. finding it a little odd how they picked a time you'd be home, almost calculated but you didn't dwell on it too long before you reached for the front door

the sight of them still made you breathe in shakily, first greeted by gaz and soap, then ghost and price standing behind. all eight eyes staring at you intently, lips pulled in a half smile. their presence was huge, figures bigger than usual men you've seen before. barely waiting for your word, walking inside. they were dressed in causal clothing, belts around their waist donning their tools and muscles straining from the heat and the work they had done before they came over

"well, what do we have 'ere?" ghost tilting his head ever so slightly, half amused as he looks down at you and then the cupboard you were currently trying to fix. his balaclava obscured his features, aside from his eyes but you've seen his face before. the image of him leaving the shower had burned into your mind, being able to wish to trace every feature so tenderly with a finger and wonder how he'd taste. from his cologne, his heady musk and the slightest hints from the earthy scent he usually was surrounded by

"you're constructing this all by yourself?" gaz gently moves the planks of wood out of the way, half chuckling as he narrows his eyes at you. leaning against the counter, adjusting his cap his shoulder bumping into yours

"aye sweetheart, don't ye have a man to help around?" soap hummed knowingly, taking the hammer from your hands as he holds it in his palm setting it down. his comment holds teasing, you're aware of that much but you wonder if there's a hidden meaning when he glances at the others and then back at you. surely not

"no, it's... just me" you nodded back, looking at the mess on the floor and then back up at the team. they seemed to glance at each other relatively quickly, looking at you with amusement and slight nods

"well we'll take that from you, darling. can't have a pretty thing like you gettin 'er hands dirty" price hums, gently taking you by your arm to stand between them. the four men already making themselves home but you pretty sure this service wasn't listed anywhere on their website, nor had any customers had spoken up about it.

"what are you guys doing here?" you asked raising your brow looking at them as ghost shrugs nonchalantly looking around your home, picking up the screws from the floor as he twirls them between his fingers

"jus' being thorough love. checking over quality assurance, any hidden problems, warranty protection. and y'know, for your peace of mind. can't have you questioning our craft now, can we?" his brown eyes darkened for a moment, connecting with yours and it takes you everything not to shake. somehow he had this piercing glance, as if he could see in the very depths of your beings. as if you could spill your deepest darkest secrets to him and he would barely flinch. oddly enough, it wasn't a look that made you recoil or cower. you wanted to tell him everything, wanted to spill your secrets to him. to them all

price holds your hands, his thumb stroking your knuckle for a moment while gaz and soap assemble the furniture with ghost. you're delicately placed between all four, offering snacks and drinks but they seemed more content to have you like this instead. poor johnny hurt his arm so you tend to his wounds, no matter how little while he grins shooting looks at his team you're sure has nothing to do with you. the glare he got from simon, the scoff from kyle or the eye roll from price had nothing to do with you

and it was professional, of course it was. the brush of price's lips against your forehead, the tender touch of ghost, the caress from gaz and the nuzzle from soap was all in your head.

they wouldn't dare to cross that line, of course they wouldn't

[lunarw0rks]

Hii, I‘ve already asked a lot of creators but it seems luck is not on my side..😵‍💫

I‘ve just read your Story with Simon „Too old for you“ and am already in LOVE with your writings!♥️

Could you maybe write one with John Price and a younger reader(between 23 to 25) that is head over heels for the Captain but he doesn‘t really know what to do with the constant flirting of the younger Female.

If you can write it or not Thank you anyway for your amazing Stories!🥰

∘⋆․⊹․∘⟡˖*⊹ pining for price | headcanon/drabbles

Warning(s): sfw, hints of nsfw, age gap [reader is mid-twenties, price is late thrities/early forties], 141!reader, fem!reader Word Count: 569 ── 『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box

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──── AT FIRST, he thought you had picked up on mixed signals.

☆ like yeah, he's a handsome man. he's a natural leader, a supportive one at that. He started to question every interaction with you; had he been too forward unintentionally? were you confused?

☆ but it didn't take long for him to succumb to the flirting. the way you would playfully tease him, find him in every crowded room on the base and how you'd invite him to things he would otherwise have no interest in.

☆ would he show up? not unless it was just going to be the two of you. sometimes, he truly didn't have the spare time or energy to join you. others? he was using work as an excuse to rid you of his thoughts - which was no simple task.

☆ there was no fighting desire, though. no matter how old-fashioned, how respectful, how civil he was.

☆ your enamored expression through your lashes, had him weaker in the knees than he cared to admit. or ever would. perhaps, you weren't interested in him, but only the idea of an older man.

☆ but... you were never the type. not once had you mentioned a boyfriend/husband, not even a date you had been on. you only had eyes for him, it was obvious. even after months of remaining platonic, brushing you off intentionally and unintentionally — you were damn persistent.

☆ he admired the effort, whether or not he was ever going to cave. vigor is what he needed on his team; inappropriate or not. at least, that's how he would rationalize it anytime he'd indulge your flirting.

☆ Besides — he had very little game. his flirts could be downright cringe-worthy at times. either that, or they were extremely dated. it's a nice change, being the recipient of the attention for john.

☆ for many years, price thought he was long past his prime. wife, kids, home life; it was an afterthought, an oppertunity he let go of a long time ago. his life is work work work and more work...

☆ so, why not take the edge off every once and a while; and reciprocate the attention? linger a little longer at your workstation? even tell you he was proud of you in that sweet, raspy voice.

☆ however this little banter game ended, whether in your bed or his, or not at all — he cared little. it's not easy to get the captain soft, but somehow you had done it.

☆ the evening you had a nightcap with him, everything changed. the day was long, anxiety-inducing, but successful. no one was injured, no one left behind, and nothing catastrophic happened. for the first time in a while, his team was guaranteed safety until the next threat arose.

☆ you looked at him that way again. subtly looking the burly Captain up and down, all while you wrapped your lips around your glass. just the two of you, in intimate lighting.

☆ he could ravish you — but he wouldn't. not yet.

☆ restraint was always one of price's strongest attributes. he had to be in his profession and in his rank. why stop now? why not prolong the inevitable to enjoy the reward a thousand times more, later?

『 "should let me buy you a few drinks sometime, love. off duty. what do you say, hm?" 』

[ceilidho]

https://www.tumblr.com/ceilidho/726034614690463744/i-need-a-cold-shower-after-that-price-askthe

Just imagine that man, his attentions fixated entirely on you, determined to make you his wife, cornering you and looming over you like that 😵‍💫

It's hard to recognize it next the unit that Ghost is, but Price is actually like. A very large man. He's built from years of service and hard work and tall and broad across the shoulders and he's incredibly masculine (headcanon that he's definitely the least groomed of all the guys in the 141, like super hairy chest, legs, and groin).

I feel like he'd also be the most sure in himself and in his decisions. It doesn't take him long to decide you're his and then decide that he wants to keep you. With the other guys, it might take them a bit longer to come around to the idea, but Price has the advantage of years on them and experience. He knows exactly what he wants and he's at a point in his life where he'll just take it once it's in front of him.

Price doesn't do situationships, he doesn't hook up, he doesn't date - he's a grown ass man and he wants a wife and kid(s). So yeah, he'll get up in your space and speak real slow and gentle to you until he notices the faint tremor in your hand and smiles just a little bit at the corner of his mouth.

[devil-in-hiding]

mommy kink!Price who lets you peg him in front of the 141 so they can all see what a good boy he is for you 😵‍💫

-🫧

i JUST woke up 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[femoso-seben]

omg the serial killer idea - so, serialkiller!reader who was part SAS and their callsign was baba yaga. they left military life after a traumatic event - idk maybe someone in their family was murdered - and went to live the john wick lifestyle 😵‍💫😵‍💫

See this is a whole new idea. Different from my initial serial killer! reader, but I like this!

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Serial killer! Reader was a former SAS member enlisted with Kyle

Serial Killer! Reader was accused of being a spy and tortured for a month straight losing their mind

Serial Killer! Reader who was left physically deformed across their face and entire body and half dead

Serial Killer! Reader who was found innocent and the military swept this crime under the rug and sent you to a mental hospital

Serial Killer! Reader who begins to spiral and breaks out of the hospital and use their training to hunt down the SAS members that tortured them

Serial Killer! Reader travels the world and join a well know PMC under a fake identity wearing all black to hide their scars

Serial Killer! Reader who Compartmentalizing their life to before and after. That their are “two” people inside them (not DID but a mental condition to justify their action

Serial Killer! Reader killed three of the ten SAS members before 141 is contacted

Serial Killer! Reader goes after 141 because Ghost was one of the SAS there (he didn’t participate but was there)

Serial Killer! Reader who traps them in a room and force them to pick who would die

Serial Killer! Reader who is best by Laswell and Shadow Company

Serial Killer! Reader who escape into the night a fugitive to the law

[dtrghost]

Being the cute rookie who is so eager to follow every order without talking back but only for her captain and price is immediately enamored, calls her into his office and it ends with her getting be over his desk till she can’t talk 😵‍💫 begging her captain to let her cum

awwwwwwww, what a cute reader. i'm sorry this took me so long i've just lacked motivation 🥲

The Captain's Girl

Captain John Price x f!reader

warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, blowjob, throat fucking, cervix kissing, rough fucking, daddy kink, rank kink, mentions of bodily fluids like spit etc, spanking, squirting, edging, a wee bit of our dear captain stalking and being possessive, praise kink, degrading kink, yeah.....

You were the new rookie on base, your giddy and smiley demeanor left many staring at you wide eyed as they often caught you giggling and teasing even the scariest of soldiers, including some people of Task Force 141. You had a way of brightening up the room, something Captain John Price noticed first when you came skipping into his office. You were, different.

You were cute, jumpy, obedient, and he found himself growing attached to you. On missions while yes he was protective over everyone, it became apparent there was more of a necessity to watch over you. When people brought it up, in the name of professionalism he denied it, but everyone knew you were the Captain's girl. He owned you, he craved you, and he showed you that almost every night when he had you screaming his name for everyone on base to hear. And because you were his, you'd be damn sure he'd make sure you were safe.

"Just need to check on my girl. Make sure she's alright."

He'd think to himself as he watched you from afar, hidden in the shadows as he watched your interactions with other soldiers on base, more specifically, other men. On this particular day, he found a sour taste lingering in his mouth as he watched you talk to Sergeant Mactavish, the way he rested his hand on your shoulder when he greeted you, the way you smiled up at him just as you smiled at your Captain. You, were, his.

"Sergeant L/N. With me." He called to you as he usually did, but far more demanding. You turned, seeing a certain glint in his eyes as he immediately followed, not even saying goodbye to your fellow coworker as you went. You rushed up to meet his stride as he walked the both of you to his office. You didn't dare say anything, noticing the look of anger and jealousy raging in his eyes.

His office door shut with a click of the lock and before you knew it, you were up against it, John towering over you. At first he didn't speak, simply staring down at you with a calm yet dangerous look, analyzing you, noting the unease in your eyes as he placed his big hands on your shoulders.

"You're always good for me aren't you sweetheart? Always a good girl for your captain." He started, looking at you expectingly with raised eyebrows. You nodded quickly, your eyes innocent and wide, fuck did that turn him on.

"Yes Captain, I've always been good for you." He hummed, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, stroking the smoothness of your skin.

"I know, alas, I couldn't help but notice the, nature of your relationship with Mactavish." Your eyes blew open, and before you could open your mouth to protest, his thumb was sinking down your throat, your response almost automatic as your tongue swirled over the roughness of his skin.

"Mmmm, good girl. But I think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here." His eyes were dark, unwavering, and you knew that no amount of begging could get you out of this, not like you want out anyway. His hand moved from your face to your head, gently pushing you down to sink to your knees in front of him. You breath left your lungs, unable to do anything, paralyzed by desire and submission.

"Take off my pants Sergeant." He commanded, raising a daring eyebrow at you. He watched you hastily get to work, fumbling with his belt as you quickly yanked them down to the floor, his length springing out and slapping onto your face.

"Now, I'm going to fuck your dirty little mouth with my fat cock, and you're going to take it. Open." His hand roughly tugs at your hair, tapping the tip of his cock on your desperate tongue before pushing into your mouth, forcing you to take all of him as your head made a small thud as it hit the wall. You relaxed your throat, looking up at him through your eyelashes, letting him see your pretty eyes as you throat fucked you.

"This is where you belong. On your knees, taking your captains cock in your mouth like a greedy slut. Isn't that right love? Isn't this what you were made for?" He watched you try to nod as he stuffed your throat with his shaft.

"Good girl, fuck, just like that, my filthy little girl." He groaned, running his hands through your hair as you bobbed your head forward and back, spit and pre cum dribbling down your mouth and onto your clothes. You were his, and you wanted to make him feel good, willing to do anything to hear his moans of ecstasy. You swallowed around him, your throat constricting as you watched his head fall back, his self control waning as took matters into his own hands.

"Fuck, such a good little girl. So so good for me love." You grabbed his thighs letting him guide your head in any way he wanted.

"Oh fuck, i'm not done with you yet." He pulled out, listening to you whine, only to receive a light smack to your cheek, pulling you up with both hands on your face.

"Be. Good." You knew better than to disobey, nodding quickly making him hum in satisfaction before taking a step back.

"Undress. Now. Don't wanna make your captain wait too long do we?" He watched you get to work, tossing your gear and clothes off to the side, discarding your undergarments and bra and leaving you fully naked and vulnerable for him. He almost groaned at the sight, at the marks he left from the last time he'd taken you, his body almost jumping at the idea of making more in the spots he missed.

"So beautiful, such a pretty thing aren't you?" He cooed, walking up to you and taking your face delicately in his hands.

"You know I love you right?" He asked lightly, his eyes soft for a brief moment.

"Yes captain."

"Good. Because I'm going to ruin you like I hate you." With that he turned you around and force you on his desk, your bare backside ready for him as spread your cheeks. "Mmmm, wet and ready for me like the whore you are sweetheart. All this for your captain? Ah you're just too good to me." You whimpered, shrieking as his hand came down on the fat of your ass harshly, a loud smack reverberating in the room. He groaned at the red handprint left on you, giving your other cheek the same treatment.

"I'll mark you, show you who you belong to. You won't cum until I tell you to, understood sergeant?" He commanded, groping your ass roughly with one hand as the other came to yank your head up by your hair, causing you to let out a pornographic moan.

"Yes captain. I won't cum until you say I can." You whined, pushing you backside closer to him, begging him to take you the way you wanted and needed him to. He chuckled lowly, twisting your hair in his hand to get a better grip before he roughly pushed into you, stretching you and listening to you whimper and cry at the lack of warning or care.

Then, he fucked you. He ravished you, he degraded you and praised you and destroyed you all at the same time. When you felt the coil in your stomach, your slutty pussy clenching around him with a vice grip, he'd rip himself out of you, edging you for what felt like hours.

"Seems like you like when I edge you love, you get tighter every. Single. Time." He thrusted harder with each word, groaning loudly at as you clamped down around his dick, whining and shaking your head, babbling pleads.

"No? You don't like it when I edge your pretty little hole? Feels like you do with how eager this cunt is, oh fuck yeah." He thrusted in and out of you relentlessly, whispering the filthiest words in your ear as the sound of his hips meeting your ass filled the room.

"Daddy please please please let me cum!" You cried out as his hips jerked back and forth, pounding into you as he leaned over, his body weight laying on your back. You shivered at the feeling of his beard tickling your ear.

"Daddy aye? I think I like that. Beg your daddy to let you cum like the filthy, needy slut you are. Beg me to let you cum around my fat cock." He yanked your head back by your hair, his chest feeling the sweat and warmth of your back against it as his pace remained unwavering. "Daddy please let me come! Let me come on your cock like the needy whore I am!" You cried, tears of frustration rushing down your cheeks. He hummed in delight, shushing you gently.

"Be a good girl and cum around daddy's cock." His hand slipped down, rubbing your swollen, abused clit, sending you flying over the edge almost immediately as you trembled and writhed. Your juices painted his pelvis and thighs, listening to him moan.

"Oh fuck. Didn't know you were a squirter love." You whined, pushing on his thigh for respite, but he didn't let up, his thrusts only speeding up along with the rolls of his finger on your clit.

"One more time for me love. Cum with me. Cum with daddy." He moaned, bending both of you further over the desk with his arm around your shoulders, fucking into you without mercy as he stimulated you just the way you needed. You cries echoed the room, incoherent babbles accompanying the tears of pleasure and overstimulation that fell down your cheeks. You soaked his cock again, this time your juices mixing with the load he shot into you, feeling him tremble against you as he buried his face in your neck to muffle his own noises.

"Such a good girl. You did so good, so good f'me love." He murmured in your ear, pressing gentle and soft kisses on your shoulders to bring you back from your cloud of euphoria.

"I'm gonna pull out alright?" You nodded, and you couldn't help the whimpers escaping you as his cock slipped out of your slowly.

"Shhhhhh, you're okay pretty girl. You're doing amazing." He cooed. He turned you around, hugging you to him, sighing in content at having you in every way, and knowing that even if it didn't seem like it, you owned him just as much as he did you.

"I'm yours, love. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Yes. Yes. Yes. and More yes. Thank you so much for this request and I'm sorry it took as long as it did, I'm finishing out my first semester in college!! If you wanna see anything send me in a request and I'll get it in as soon as I can!! Thank you so much for reading!!

[madammidnightsblog]

This isn’t my normal post or anything related to femdom BUT I HAD TO WRITE IT!! Call Of Duty Brainrot is real 😵‍💫

How I believe 141 are in bed:

John Price: he is a rough and hard lover in bed, almost never gentle because he is so pent up and frustrated due to missions and handling the constant stress as Captain, but don’t worry, does great aftercare. He is very experienced after all. Has safe words in place if it’s too much for you, big in DDLG/DDLB and has a Daddy kink. Something about you makes him wild and feel young so be a dear and get on daddy’s thigh and show him how good you are. He will make sure you’re all nice and dumb after the done and will draw you a bath and make you a snack after before letting you sleep. This man has been around long enough to know how to treat someone after a good fuck so you won’t have to worry about being neglected during and after it.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: my personal belief on this scary Lieutenant, when it comes to sex he is soft and gentle. Don’t get me wrong, I feel like if asked or needed to, he will be hard but very aggressive. If it’s a simple hookup, he is aggressive, hard, and almost hateful due to all the anger and stress built up over time. He has been through some shit and needs an outlet at times that isn’t cracking skulls or working out. But, when it comes to falling in love, he is a gentle lover as he fears his large body and strength will crush them. He’s a man of few words but his actions show he’s emotions.

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish: Now, this man is rough and loud, he loves making sure you feel so good. He is the type to go at it for hours with lots of foreplay and even some tongue action, he isn’t afraid to get between those pretty thighs and tasting that sweet nectar. Petplay is his favorite kink as he loves to dress you up in such pretty puppy ears and tails and putting a pretty collar around your neck- you’re a good puppy, right? You’ll never know with this man though, one minute he’s cuddling you and calling you his sweet baby, then the next he has you ass up and face down while he’s ploughing into that sweet, wet hole of yours and calling you his dumb cock loving mutt :).

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick: Is a sweet mix of rough and gentle, he loves to go with the flow and allow you to choose what you’re in the mood for. He doesn’t care how it’s done, your pleasure is what he’s after and he’ll be damned if you went a night without him between those thighs. He has a high limbo, surprisingly higher than Soap’s, maybe it’s because he’s the youngest or maybe because you’re just so damn pretty- he’s not sure but he doesn’t care. He isn’t the type to care about titles but being called baby? Oh, you got him hooked. Kyle is another man of few words and shows his love and that’s him between those thighs, tongue buried deep in your sopping hole while you wrap your thighs around his head. Be a sweet girl/boy, make it hard for him to breathe, okay?

[hostilecandle]

Pacific Rim: Modern Warfare

Poly! 141 Pacific Rim AU anyone????👀👀👀

Finally finished the Character Sheet for Soap and Ghost :D I have so much lore bouncing around my head for this au it's not even funny😵‍💫 Need to talk about this with people