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thinkin abt ): ex bf kyle ):

maybe the breakup was his fault. he really, really loves you. but one time he was gone for a while on deployment and came back a little messed up. distanced himself. made himself borderline insufferable. made you cry on more than one occasion and you just couldn't take it anymore and ended things.

but he makes an effort to continue to be in your life, always on call for you and available whenever you need him. trying his best to show you he's better now, he worked on himself!!! slips comments about how he's single and how he hasn't been with anyone since you - hoping you'll see how sincere he is and how he wants you back without flat out telling you.

is always there to take you home after you get shitfaced after a night with your friends, always there to be a shoulder to cry on when you're struggling mentally, always helping you out around the house when things need fixing.

he's especially willing when you're in a dry spell because you can't stomach the thought of being with anyone but kyle so you pitifully whine to him about how your fingers just don't do it for you these days. he's more than ready give you his pretty cock for you to cum on all night long. and if you wake up to a lovely breakfast and him shirtless with low riding sweats in your home like he lives there, well maybe you just won't have the heart to tell him to go when you both know you still love each other to pieces <3

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me when the fictional male character is a bit of an awkward loser

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141 and and their respective partner(you) who’s lost their memory.

F!reader - angst? It’s definitely not fluff.

Price is racing to the hospital. You’ve been in a car accident. He’s there within hours of getting the call, only lucky to being let known of your conditions minutes before taking off for a mission.

If it wasn’t for Ghost, he’d have no choice but to stay there. His team assures him they can take care of it. (They did.)

Seeing you wrapped up in bandages, in casts, oh the bruises on your face. It was horrifying.

Then you wake up only a few days later. Price quickly by your side, shouting for a nurse. A relentless flood of praises to your strength, to your future care, to your second chance of life, spill from his lips. But there’s something in your eyes. Something not right.

You look at him, somewhat afraid. Like he’s going to hurt you.

Oh how he wants to take you in his arms and make you feel safe again. But when you say your next words.

“Who are you?”

He might as well have died right there.

Ghost tries to get you to learn how to defend yourself.

He won’t always be here, he reasons. He just wants to know you’re capable of getting to safety by yourself.

But then you try to prank him. You just wanted to scare him. You wanted to show Simon you got a hang of that move.

But Simon doesn’t know that. If he thinks he’s getting attacked, he will fight back. So when you jump on his back, hooking not your arm but your hand on his neck only to be yanked forward and flipped onto the floor?

Your head lands on the ground hard.

Oh my lord his horrified cries. He didn’t waste any time picking you up and taking you to the hospital. The nurses wouldn’t even let him see you when they took you back.

It wasn’t until an officer was in front of him and asking him questions he knew how bad this was. They were asking him things like how long were the two of you together, do you often get into accidents like this, is he seeking anger management therapy or anything like that.

They think he did something. And honestly it was true. But if you woke up you could explain everything. That is if you even want to see him again.

And by some miracle you did. But…not in the way he thought you might’ve.

“She’s asking for her boyfriend?” The nurse speaks beside the officer. That confuses Simon, because you weren’t dating anymore.

You were married.

Gaz is another one who tries to get you out of your comfort zone. Traveling, going on runs, going out. If it was up to you you’d be home with him all day long, talking, drinking, dancing, all in the comfort of your living room.

This time he wanted to go Hiking for his birthday. And you really didn’t want to say no.

So the two of you got yourself some new hiking books, proper gear and off you went. You were teasing him on his Boy Scout past he most likely had. Every thing he said was met with a “scouts honor?” From you.

It was amusing.

But you were getting tired. In fact you were feeling sleepy. “Kyle when are we going home?”

“Just a little more, dove. Then we’ll head down.”

The trail was looking rather narrow. Hell some of the trail leading up the small mountain didn’t look safe at all. You were about to open your mouth to say your thoughts, when your foot slips and sends you sliding and rolling down the side of the ramped up hill.

How lucky you were to land in a flat opening area, and how lucky you were for Gaz to know just how to take care of you.

Except you’re going in and out of focus. He can tell. When he asks you to stay away he sees you bobbling you head side to side. He’s taking you to emergency when he begs, pleads with you to keep your eyes open.

When you’re awake and realizing you’re not in your home, Gaz is right there, apologizing profusely. You almost miss everything he states but stick to the “I love yous” he’s spewing.

When you look at him like you’re confused, his heart shattered with your quiet voice.

“Are you like…my boyfriend?”

Soap does the handy work around the house. When the two of you moved in together into your house, he made sure you knew. He could take care of you.

But he wasn’t home yet. He was supposed to be home soon from deployment. You should have waited for him to come home before you decided to get on the ladder to grab the holiday decorations.

Saber, the fluffy black cat you had since Johnny moved in, was trying his best to warn you to not do what you were doing.

You wanted to decorate for him to suprise him. But the tub of items was much too big.

So when you slid it off the top shelf and tried to balance it off your shoulder and to the ground, you lost your balance and fell off the ladder to the floor.

Saber was left meowing loudly at your unconscious body, sniffing and nuzzling against your cheek to wake you.

Fortunately, even though you were out cold, Soap was pulling in a few minutes after.

He knew something was wrong the moment he went through the door and you weren’t there to greet him.

He called for you, but received no response.

It wasn’t till he heard Saber meowing down the hallway, that he began to hurry.

Soap follows the cat to the garage, hurrying to your side as he’s checking for injury. There is a large bump on the back of your head. He isn’t sure if maybe you need an ambulance but better to be safe than to be sorry.

So when you wake up in the hospital, with your mom by your side, you’re in tears at the pain that seems to come about any time you move your head.

“Mom?”

The woman flutters her eyes open, gasping at you. “Oh! Thank, Lord.” She whispers.

Her hands find their way to your face, mindful of your head, as a worried look decorates her face.

She sits there with you, as a nurse checks on your symptoms. Everything seems fine until Soap walks in with a bouquet of flowers.

You blink your eyes at him, eyes traveling up and down his figure as you feel your face warm with embarrassment.

“Bonnie.” He sighs, leaving the flowers on a counter. “I’m glad to see you awake.”

When he walks up to you, trying to take your hand to kiss it, you let out a nervous giggle. “‘Bonnie’? My names not…’Bonnie.’”

Soap and your mom blink at you. You nervously glance at her and back to him. “Sorry am I missing something?”

“What do you mean? It’s Johnny.” Your mom laughs, a twinge of nervousness in her voice now.

Soaps heart sinks. He knows what’s happening. Oh how his heart breaks.

“Who’s Johnny?”

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More unhinged shit

Reactions to "can I hold it while u pee"

I always find that so funny like idk why

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(A/N: I'm writing this working with the notion that the man just got up and warned you he was going to the bathroom and you asked that question playfully/as a joke)

Johnny and Kyle (who know this is much of a meme just like 'Would you still love me if I was a worm?' is, but are also serious): "Thought you'd never ask."

Alejandro and Alex (deadpan and perfectly chill): "Go ahead."

John (deadpan and perfectly chill): "No, you cannot."

Rodolfo (very concerned and not at all chill): "I... guess?"

Philip (very smug): "You're that obsessed with touching it/me?"

Simon (staring silently and very judgmentally): *unzips trousers*

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Part Four

Can't stop thinking about reader losing her cool.

"So we're closed, John." You said, trying to be cordial.

"Is that all you have to fucking say?" He practically growled before huffing. A humorless chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "I suppose not since you won't respond to any of us."

"Don't do that." You said taking a step back. Trying to create some distance between you and him. John would never physically hurt you. That much you knew.

"What?" He asked. His voice rising as he stepped closer to you. "Be angry that you pulled that shit and then left? Stopped talking to us. Changed your fucking locks. Last thing we even knew about you was that you got on a fucking plane and left. Even your friends wouldn't tell us anything besides that you were okay." "Which considering this came out of bloody nowhere, I find it highly unlikely that you are in any way 'okay'."

You took a deep breath. You wouldn't be intimidated. You wouldn't clam up. You wouldn't cry. You won't go back on your decision. You will be cordial and polite and not unleash everything you want to.

"I understand you might be upset, but it's for the best. It wasn't working out and I wanted to end on somewhat good terms. I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice and stopped speaking to me in that way." You could barely recognize your voice. It sounded so scripted. So robotic. But it was something you had been telling yourself. Excuses you had been telling yourself.

Because if you told yourself the truth. The picture you would paint would tell a different story. It wouldn't highlight the fact that John spoke to you like he was one of your men or that Johnny had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. It wouldn't show what a flake Kyle was or that Simon was well and truly a mean-spirited person.

It would show how you weren't worth it. Four possible men. Four possibilities of happily ever after and none of them chose you. That no one ever did and no one ever would. You weren't worth it. You weren't loveable.

It wasn't right, but it was what the voices had been telling you late in the night. When you would crawl into your cold bed. The silence of the room not filled with John's steady breathing or the sound of Kyle's heartbeat as you laid you head on his chest. The absence of Johnny's occasional snoring or whatever Simon was watching playing in the background of your dreams.

In the void, all your dark thoughts came back at you.

"Upset?" He asked, his voice still louder than you would have liked. "An understatement considering the stunt you pulled."

"You think it was a stunt?"

"So Johnny thought with his dick and didn't plan things out. You should have told him instead of crying to Simon and then pulling this shit." "Christ, I knew you were still young, but I didn't take you for that immature."

"You know what?" "I'm done." "I am so fucking sick of making excuses for you all." "You want to act like I'm the immature one, John?" "You are 35-year-old man who cannot separate his work from his work like. You have continuously talked to and down to me like I am one of your men, only to turn around and always blame your shitty fucking attitude on work. I get that your job is stressful, but I did not sign up to be your verbal fucking punching bag."

"And this come and fucking go incident with Johnny. It has been a consistent issue with him coming over just to fuck. I've asked him for that last six months that 'hey, we've been seeing each other for a year and a half, I would love to meet your family' and suddenly the dates stop. He doesn't ask to see me until after 7 PM. He brings food occasionally, fucks me and leaves. Sometimes before I even wake up."

"And the only reason Kyle is the person I am the least pissed off with is because I haven't even seen him." You took a step closer, not noticing how the anger in John's eyes had softened. "I have not seen Kyle in weeks, to no fault of my own. I stopped reaching out to make dinner plans after the third time he canceled on a date night when I was either on my way or already at the restaurant."

"And Simon?" You scoffed. "Well, it doesn't really matter. After all, as he said I get mine. You all make me cum which is supposed to magically erase how shitty you've all been as partners. It's supposed to erase the nights I've cried myself to sleep debating on whether or not there was something wrong with me. How I'm not good enough to meet anyone else in your lives like some dirty fucking secret. How none of you can even bother to pencil me for a group dinner so I can tell you a publishing house picked up my book. How at some point you all stopped caring or maybe never did."

You took a breath. Blinking quickly to keep the tears at bay.

You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't cry.

"As Simon said it best, I should have known that spreading my legs wouldn’t end with one of you putting a ring on your finger.”

For once, John was silent. Unsure of what to say. An apology starting to form at the tip of his tongue before realizing 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. Not this time.

Had he really been that sharp with you? He knew that there were times he had gotten short, but he almost always apologized immediately after. If not at the very moment he took in your crest-fallen face, then definitely later. But he almost always told you he was sorry. Didn't he?

"So as I said," you swallowed down the lump in your throat. "I'm closed. We're done. Now get out." Your face held no sadness. Even though your eyes were nearly full to the brim with unshed tears, you weren't sad.

You were finally angry.

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Part Three

Warning: If you don't like Taylor Swift, you're not gonna like this chapter that much, homie. But So Long, London is so fitting for this drabble series. (I guess a series since it's longer than a drabble at this point)

Can’t stop thinking about reader just trying to move on

You had to remind yourself several times not to check in with the guys. It had almost become second nature doing something big like this. But going to another country…

Not that they would care. You told yourself. It was for the best that way.

The expo went better than you expected. You didn’t believe that there would be a line out the door of eager readers wanting to read your book, but you got a decent amount. More than a few told you they couldn’t wait to read it. Several asking for photos and asking questions on any future books, a spin-off or even continuing the series.

When one a particular large group of girls your age asked for a group photo, you could have cried. They were had found each other in an online book club. You had given them your book several months ago. All copies signed with a note thanking them for taking the time to read what you had poured your heart into.

You had spent a large chunk of your free time talking to them. Bonding more so as women than over your book.

"Have you listened to Taylor's new album?"

It had only been out for two days and you had been able to avoid it like the plague. You didn't need to even listen to 'So Long, London' to know it would fucking gut you. So you would enjoy your time in the states. Save the listening experience for when you were packing up their stuff.

They had posted and tagged you before continuing on with the rest of the expo. You had reposted the photo to your own social media. Or at least one attached to the pen name you had crafted. You only had twelve thousand instagram followers, but it was something.

The first day was much like the second. You had attended several Q & A sessions with a panel of more experienced authors and managed to go to a few meet and greets. Before you knew it, it was time to pack up shop.

The agent the publishing house had assigned to you had stuck with you for most of the day. You were able to pick her brain a bit about new ideas for possible future plot lines and her thoughts. Overall, the trip was great.

Not only were you able to make great connections and take a lot back home with you to reference, but for a few days you forgot what waited for you back home. Or rather what wasn't waiting for you.

By the time your plane landed back in London you could barely hold yourself up. You left the expo, went straight to the hotel to shower, pack and head to the airport.

Your flight was delayed. Your luggage was taking forever to get onto the belt. It was only seven, but fuck if you weren’t ready to just call it a day. Tomorrow you would have to start again. Opening up the shop. Coming back to an empty flat. Maybe start gathering up the items the boys had left behind.

Should you give them in separate boxes or just one giant one and let them sort it out themselves? It was easy to discern whose sweatshirt and t-shirts belonged to who, but when it got to things like socks and chargers...

Yeah.

They could sort it themselves.

You could drop it off at Kyle's when you knew he would be at the gym. He was good at avoiding you anyway.

It wasn't until you stood in your apartment did it hit you.

You were alone.

For the first time in over a year you couldn't call one of them over to soothe that ache of loneliness.

For the first time in over a year, you had to relearn how to handle just being alone.

You usually showered at night. Washing away the grime of the day before settling into bed. But today was a new chapter. You woke up wanting to start it on a good note. Plus you went straight to bed after getting home so you still had a bit of airport funk on you.

It had been a week. One official since you had sent that text nailing the coffin shut. You had touched base with your friends who didn't bat an eye at you dating four men at once. They liked them, even if Simon scared them. You didn't give them the details of the breakup or the cause. You were pretty private in your problems and if you wanted relationship advice, you would seek an unbiased unopinion.

You had a good group of friends, but the moment you told them that you were well and truly heartbroken, they would insist the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Something you were nowhere near ready for.

So you needed to look like you had your shit together. You put on a dress that was feminine and, most importantly, comfy as fuck. An A-line floral frock paired with a light sweater and some white trainers. You knew a few of your friends would be stopping by for tea so you need to look like you were taking the separation well. Even if you were barely holding it together.

With makeup and perfume on, you started the early morning stroll to your shop.

You loved openings. Starting up the register and selecting the playlist for today. Picking out the essential oil to put in the diffuser even though you mostly stuck with a lavender and vanilla blend during the spring months.

For the morning you stuck with a Taylor Swift Instrumental playlist you had found initially for studying, but you liked the peaceful feeling it brought. Even when it covered the most gut wrenching songs.

You had started to collect the online orders that had accumulated over the last week. Sending out the e-mails alerting to your patrons that their orders were ready for pick up. Luckily you weren't set to receive a delivery until tomorrow.

It was eight and everything was set. Although not many people came to a bookstore at eight in the morning, it really didn't bother you opening up that early considering you were the only employee that was on the payroll. It gave you the possibility of making money, but mostly you spent the morning reading or writing.

You flipped the sign over from CLOSED to OPEN. Ready to start take on the day.

You had turned the kettle on in the back room when your friends had stopped by around lunch. You always said it was just tea, but you always had an array of snacks on standby for you all to munch on.

Meredith was complaining about what a dick the new client at the law firm was being. An absolute slime who had been married to his wife for almost twenty-five years before he decided to fuck his twenty-two year old assistant.

Tabitha didn't want to talk about work. To her, her career in tech was just a paycheck. She did what she needed to do and left when she was done.

You talked about the expo and how your book. Although neither of them really read, they had promised that they would read your book. You didn't hold your breath. They had reposted your posts as well as making ones of their owns in celebration of you. Words of praise about your dedication and hard work.

You realized that even though they couldn't give you the support you needed as readers, they supported you blindly. You could have written absolute garbage, but they would still support you.

You talked about how many people liked your book and wanted pictures and to sign their copies.

Then came the question you had been rehearsing since you had texted them a week ago. They both shared a look before Meredith finally asked.

"How are you holding up?" You gave a half-smile and a shrug. So perfectly rehearsed in your head you were ready to deliver your lies lines.

"I'm fine," you lied. "It was just fading so there isn't much of a difference, I guess." Not necessarily a lie. "We just wanted different things and were on different paths in life." Not a lie. "It's for the best." You weren't sure if that last one was a lie or not just yet.

They both shared a passing look before returning their gazes back to you. "You know you can come to us about this stuff." Tabitha's hand reached across the table, placing a hand on top of yours.

"It wasn't going to work out." You added. "Situations like that don't and I should have known better."

"A situation?" Meredith asked. "When have you ever called it a situation?"

"It always was one."

"I love you enough to call bullshit." She raised her eyebrow at you, crossing her arms over her chest. "You loved them and you need to stop pretending this is easy."

"You're a divorce lawyer, Mere," You reminded. "You see marriages fall apart every day."

"I do. I get to see from across the table how a woman is still willing to take her cheating arse of a husband back. So the fact that you went from on cloud nine with all of them to not even talking about the break up is concerning to say the least."

"Tabitha," you looked at your only ally left. "A little back up would be nice."

"I'm with her on this one." She confirmed. "You loved them. Not that I cared, but if you weren't talking about books or the shop, you were talking about them. What you did, where you went. How they fucked you."

"I think I'll miss that part the most." Mere sighed. "I lived vicariously through you."

"You know you could actually date people." Tabitha suggested.

"I'd rather live with chronic carpal tunnel than a man." You almost choked on your tea. If you were wearing pearls you would have used the comedic relief of clutching them to break the awkwardness of the current topic of conversation.

"That should be put on a t-shirt." You suggested

"I wouldn't mind it on a welcome mat to be honest." Tabitha added.

"But in all seriousness, cut this bullshit." Meredith gave you an sympathetic smile. "We're here. Good, bad and ugly."

You returned her smile. "I know."

You had closed up shop for the evening. Your lunch had gone longer than expected so now you were left doing the dishes and clean up during closing. You were setting the last cup on the drying rack when you heard the front door chime.

Shit.

You must have forgotten to lock the door when you turned the sign.

“I’m sorry!” You apologized, making your way out of the back break area and to the front of the store. “We’re-”

“Closed.” He said, locking the door behind him. “I saw the sign.”

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wait wait because imagine being a normal OF creator or a cam girl, just a small name nobody who does it for the sole purpose of getting through college. you keep your face out of everything, nothing in the background of any video of yours is personal, like once you get your degree this entire account is getting deleted and it'll be a thing of the past. (not that you're ashamed or anything. we respect sex workers of all kinds here)

and you plan on doing a different kind of video: one of you fucking yourself with a new, much bigger toy. usually you keep to the rabbits and bullets but following your friends advice, you fucking yourself on a dildo wouldn't be terrible.

plus you need it, sweetheart. when was the last time you even had a date?

bitch. (affectionately)

and as soon as you walk into your usual sex store, you double take. there is no, NO, way that is pornstar!ghost's dick you've just spotted as a dildo.

he's been your favorite pornstar long before you even started this side hustle. who in their right mind can resist that beast of a man with the mask and the tattoos and the heaving thing that's between his legs--

you take it home immediately.

it's almost sad how stupid you fuck yourself on it, cunt split open and dripping onto the floorboard for the internet to see but in that moment, you don't give a fuck.

you don't remember how many times you come that night nor how many viewers you had watching your puffy lips swallow "ghost's" cock whole, but come morning, you notice your bank account and it is padded.

PADDED.

one particular tipper was incredibly generous and they even left a message.

i'd love to see you do that on the real thing.

yeah, me too.

(whoever that is becomes a loyal follower who tips regularly.)

*screaming at the thought of simon getting himself off at your video. hasn't come that hard in months and that says a lot since he's yknow, a pornstar.*

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being horny is a disease and brother I am infected.

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Can these cats just let the man sleep?

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I'm just imagining having a normal, regular boyfriend that you love very much, and yet the 141 looks for any excuse to get you to leave him.

And eventually...you do.

Like, your boyfriend might not be the tallest or the buffest of anything like that, but he's sweet. He's a computer nerd just like you and he takes extra special care of your feelings. He's not super macho, but that's okay. You feel safe and loved in his presence.

But of course the 141 can't see that. They only see what your boyfriend lacks. He's scrawny, can't protect you, he's probably sleeping with a bunch of people while you're on deployment. How could he love you when he's a civilian who has no idea what you're going through?

At first their sly comments piss you off. How dare they talk about your bf like that? But as time goes on you just roll your eyes and shrug. They just don't get it.

It isn't until one day Price decides to have a sit down meeting with you. He pulls out pictures of your boyfriend spending time with a mutual friend of yours. You don't think much of it until the photos start getting more domestic. The last photo is of them cuddling on a couch at a house party. You refuse to believe what you're seeing but...you have to face the facts.

It hurts, but you trust Price's judgement.

They boys take care of everything for you. They pack up your stuff from your shared apartment and move you into a new one close to the base. They can tell you're torn up about it, so they spend more one on one time with you. They take you to the bookstore and the movies, and fill whatever time you would've spent with your boyfriend.

It isn't until months later, when you've forgotten your now ex's name, do you think that maybe everything had gone a little too smoothly.

But it's also hard to think about any of it when your "new boyfriend" might as well be the entire 141.

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Soap! Who wasn't really sure what to expect from the medic who was joining the team. However, he was more than happy to introduce himself.

Soap! Who found you quite pleasant to be around. You were sweet, gentle and good at your job. This place needed a little eye candy anyways.

Soap! Who couldn't help but feel even the movements of your fingers. Every graze, every trace of his skin. You were simply doing your job, patching him up but it had his stomach doing flips.

Soap! Who falls into a mini (deep) delusion. Surely he was special, right?. There was no way his teammates received the same treatment, that level of intimacy and softness was for him only. Atleast, that's what he told Simon.

Soap! Who finds himself visiting the medbay for the most irrelevant reasons. He twisted his ankle? Medbay, He got a scratch? Medbay, He's feeling peckish? Medbay. It's really all an excuse to blatantly flirt with you.

Soap! Who only becomes more confident when you put up with it. Making bolder moves, grabbing your wrists when you try to apply an ointment, or leaning way closer than necessary.

Soap! Who thinks about you on missions, the safety of an entire nation is a lot of pressure to carry, so he worries about you're safety instead.

Soap! Who secretly beams when the squad refers to you as "Johnny's little nurse". It was even better when you tried to laugh off your embarrassment, begging him to tell them not to call you that, he wonders what else you'll beg for.

Soap! Who ends up with his hands under your vest and his lips... everywhere after a long mission. The door was probably locked, he's not too sure.

Soap! Who will always come back to you, because you're "Johnny's little nurse". His nurse, his girl.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED MORE CAPTAIN MACTAVISH UGH I LOVE THAT BIG GRUFF MAN SO MUCH AND I NEED HIM WITH A SOFT LITTLE THING ON HIS ARM AAAAAAA

Big gruff Captain MacTavish who is barking orders left and right, his heavy accent making his voice even rougher especially when he's stuck in his cramped little office on this new shitty base the 141 is stationed in, he's freezing his balls off because of course the heating is almost completely busted as he's basically chained to his desk to fill out some boring reports.

The insistent droning of some scared recruit isn't helping his irritation at all, if anything it serves to make John even more agitated because in his already frayed mind this bumbling fool is keeping him away from the pretty, soft beauty laying just barely three feet in the small bed that's shoved against the far wall of the small room, just behind his desk.

In fact, the good captain just turned his brain off in the middle of the stuttering report, his mind wandering back to like 20 minutes ago when he was fingering your sweet pussy, his fingers expertly moving in and out out of the wet hole, teasing your swollen clit before returning to tug at his hard cock, your slick combined with his leaking cum making for a delicious slide, your legs falling open and your sweet mouth calling for your captain to come closer, to fill you up, to breed you well and keep you warm in this freezing room and John had his tip right at your enterance, just about to slide in, when a knock resonated through the room and you could swear you heard John let out a roar of displeasure and hatred for anyone who interrupted your intimate moment :((

Now you're laying naked under layers of all the blankets John could find to keep yourself warm, wiggling from time to time to tease the large male and you tried to keep yourself from giggling at the tension that appeared in his broad shoulders whenever he heard the sheets rustle. You just hope your man will finish soon enough and dismiss the poor scared recruit as quickly as possible and without fuss so he'll be able to come to you once again and finish what he started <33

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Fangs - Vampire!Johnny x You

Content warnings - squirting, blood drinking, dub-con(?), alcohol, blood mentioned, biting, mating press, cream pie, multiple orgasms

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How you found yourself working on a task force made up of only vampires as a human was unknown to you. At the start, you hated it. Vampires didn’t get good reputations and for good reason. Those first few missions with them had really opened your eyes up to how utterly useless you would be up against them.

Impossible strength and speed, all sense doubled and depending on the age, disregard for the norms of mortal human kind. You had walked on eggshells for nearly two months until Soap and Gaz invited you out for drinks after you had hit an excellent shot.

It shouldn’t have surprised you when Soap had sat himself next to you in the booth and spent the rest of the night pushing every barrier. It turns out even young vampires were pushy against the norms. Or maybe he was a flirt. It's hard to tell with vampires. Soap’s thumb rubbed the soft skin of your inner thigh, far too close to your panties for any kind of excuse to work.

Not that you minded after a few drinks. Gaz whistled when Soap had pulled you onto his lap and smashed his lips against yours with such all consuming hunger it caused arousal to pool between your legs. He had pushed his tongue into your mouth and let out a low groan at your taste.

His hands wandered up your skirt and grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing to the point you smacked at his hands. He chuckled against your lips as his tongue kept exploring your mouth. When he was sure you were sufficiently breathless he trailed his sloppy kisses from your mouth, across your jaw and down your neck.

Your hand curled in his messy mohawk as he continued to ravage you in a pub with Gaz watching. “Mmm Soap- you gotta-” Your body froze when you felt the sharp end of his fangs barely graze your skin. You swallowed as your hands turned shaky.

“Gottae what lass?” Soap asked, a cheeky grin on his face. “Come off it lass.” Soap said when he noticed your reaction and he rolled his eyes. “I wouldnae drain ye dry. What's the fun in tha’?” He asked as his eyes were drawn to the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed. “Wouldnae turn ye either. Just trust me.” He purred as he squeezed your ass again.

You nodded and a wicked grin spread across his face before he pushed you off his lap. “Come on.” He said and grabbed your hand.

He didn’t even take you to a motel, just drove to the nearest dark parking lot and turned off the car before he crawled into the backseat and patted his thigh. You didn’t need verbal orders to follow as you clambered after him and situated yourself on his thigh. The kiss he initiated was just as mind blowing as the last. He entangled his tongue with yours and groaned at whatever he tasted from you. He pulled your shirt down and pushed your skirt up to bunch up around the top of your thighs. “Fuck lass,” He groaned as he kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

He trailed his kisses down to your shoulders and you gripped his shoulders when his fangs penetrated your skin. It burned like ice and you could feel something enter your veins before something else entirely took over. You could vaguely feel that burn but your body nearly melted into his lap. It lasted only as long as his fangs were in you, which was long. Blood dripped from the two little sounds that he lapped up like a dog. “Ye taste so good. Knew ye would.” You wondered how long he had been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh.

The bite marks were many and he only finally drank from you properly when you folded in half in the back of his car. His fingers still coated in your slick and cum held one of your legs against your chest while your other leg was supported by his shoulder. His cock slid out of your velvety walls slowly at first. His head hung between his shoulders as he watched the scene before him, as he watched the way your cunt pulled him back in.

You moaned each time his cock slid brushed against your g-spot until you screamed when he angled your hips slightly and he hit the spot dead on. He groaned deep within his throat as you clenched down on him like a vice. He leaned down and licked and sucked at your breasts.

He dragged his tongue between the valley before he flicked your nipples with his tongue. You shuddered each time he would tease them with one of his fangs and dug your nails into his skin when he sank his fangs into the flesh of your breasts. The feeling washed over you again and you anticipated him to remove his fangs just as the bliss started but he didn’t. He gulped down your essence with a fevor of a starved man- or vampire in this case.

“Soap! Oh my god.” The drug that his fangs gave you amplified each thrust from him, it made the blinding pleasure each time he slammed into your g-spot increase tenfold. You arched your back into a nearly painful position when the orgasm slammed into you like a train.

He didn’t remove his fangs from your plush breast and kept pistoned his hips in and out of you even as another orgasm slammed into you. You didn’t know he kept going, he didn’t even drink after the second but kept his fangs embedded in you.

At least you didn’t know until you felt a different sensation build. “Soap! W-Wait! That- that doesn’t- NGH-” You clawed at his back as whatever was building inside you cracked a little and you felt a liquid land against his abdomen and dripped down to your tight asshole. Soap growled when he felt that and kept going even as his fingers dug into the seat from holding back his orgasm. “Soap please! I can’t anymore! Please!” The persistence was answer enough.

You squirted again and again, each time the crack within you getting bigger until he removed his fangs from your flesh and you cried out. You kicked and flailed as it all came crashing down and you released against him one more time. He groaned into your ear as he filled you up with his sticky white cum. “Fuck lass.” He groaned.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror the next day, you were covered in hickeys and bites. You could still feel the tremors from last night echo through your body as you stared at yourself. Soap smacked your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, “Ye know LT is gonnae want a taste too.”

[the-witheredroses]

141 WHEN READERS APT GETS BROKEN INTO.

It's finally here..

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Doesn't even say hi when he arrives, just goes straight into your apt and gets a bag of clothes. Grumbling (in a hot not mean way) 'You are going to stay with me.' You didn't even question it which made him smile slightly below his mask.

'Captain' John Price He would be driving you home after a drink at the pub and walking you up to the apt to make sure you were safely home to keep his heart at rest. He noticed the door was slightly ajar and stepped in cautiously with you protectively behind him. When he sees how shaken you are at your trashed apt, he calls one of the boys to finish checking it out and quickly gets you to his house.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Is there almost instantaneously, all hot and protective. The first thing he does is ask if you are okay, a bit out of breath because he ran there - not even thinking to drive - his excuse is that it would take too long to get into the car. He makes you wait in the hallway when he's checking out the apt. You're too shakey to walk so he does the obvious thing and carries you the entire way.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish Turns a twenty-minute drive into seven. When he finally arrived he didn't have his mask on and he would rush over to you, his eyes scanning you for injuries. Once you are secure in his car he goes up and checks around to ensure the culprits aren't still in your apt. And obviously, you were too shaken up and had to go home with him.

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[the-witheredroses]

MDNI 18+ DUBCON KIDNAPPING

Pretty boy Gaz, knows he’s pretty. Used it to get you to lower your guard when out with your friends at a club. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a bed, pancakes in front of you and a cheery Gaz leaning over you,

“Morning love, breakfasts ready and your baths nearly done too”

He leans over giving you a kiss on the lips before walking out the room. Seeing the opportunity you move to leave the bed and gather your clothes, which is when you notice it. The chain around your ankle.

[the-witheredroses]

Begging on my hands and knees for Fae!Gaz to tap me into the next fucking dimension jeussnchfihsn

It's just that... coincidences only work when you believe that's what they are. Gaz can memorize your schedule, he can know your route to work, he can happen by your usual morning spot for tea, but it doesn't take many run ins before you start to get suspicious. He smiles at you across the tube platform and your skin crawls. Some prey response in the back of your mind startling. You've seen him every morning for the last week, and he's always looking at you. Normally you spare him a quick glance, but today he holds your attention. He takes a step forward and you have the brief feeling like he means to hop across the tracks to you.

Your train arrives just as your heart jumps into your throat. You don't see him out the window, it doesn't calm your nerves. He's outside sitting on your usual park bench when you go out for lunch, tossing bread at crows that scatter as you approach. You didn't know there were so many of them in the area, the trees are heavy with their dark wings, the air still of their clicking chatter. You walk past your bench and find another one, closer to the little playground, somewhere someone will hear you if you shout.

You break from your usual routine after work and swing by a patisserie. Paranoia is bad for your skin, you need something to calm yourself down, something deliciously normal. You sit outside enjoying the sun with your fruit tart and decide that seeing one stranger twice doesn't mean he's stalking you. Still, you're going to change your route and maybe the times you leave for work/take your lunch break. There, problem solved, your therapist would be proud of you. You didn't jump to the worst case, and you came up with achievable short term solutions.

"This seat taken?"

You look up and meet warm umber eyes, a smile with too many teeth. Your fight or flight kicks in and you're on your feet before you can drop your fork. Gaz catches your wrist before you can take a step away from the table and rips you to face him. His fingers finding your face before you can register you've been caught.

You drop, your body slumping to the side as Gaz catches you under your arms and helps lower you back down into your chair. He tips your head, holding your chin with gentle fingers, and pulls your eyelid up to check your pupil. All good. No damage done, just scared you a little.

"Sorry about that love," He sighs, taking the empty seat next to you and plucking one of the strawberries off your tart, "pushed too hard, I'll get it right this time. Promise."

Perhaps it's your own fault for giving him such an open wish. "It would be nice to fall in love." He can do that. He just needs to get the formula for it right.