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archenillo · 7 days

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(gn!reader, mdni 18+)

thinking about my last post about soap lovin' on your tits. been thinking about how what if someone walks in on you? takes in the sweet sight of you?

laying on your back, pressed deep into the mattress by the weight of his body, head hanging off the edge of the bed and panting with the way soap has been leaving hickeys all over your tits and bite marks around your nipples. you're pretty sure there's spit rolling down your tits to your ribs because of him.

and of course, who manages to witness this perfect sight?

"oh, sweetness. look at you."

you can barely figure out who is standing in front of you by the door, shutting it behind him so the sight of you being absolutely ravaged is for his alone. i mean, soap's too busy swirling his tongue around your nipple and pulling it with his teeth to give you a proper once over.

but the one standing before you with his hands on his hips, an amused smirk, and a semi-hard on right in front of your face

"sweet thing. soap makin' you feel good, huh?" and it's gaz's super cocky voice that clears the fog in your head just a little bit. you moan in response just as soap bites down on you again and shifts his hips so that he's deeper inside you. "you feel good? getting those sweet tits sucked on while he's got you stretched out nice and good, eh?"

oh he's filthy. gaz is absolutely filthy and uses his mouth in a way soap currently can't. he leans down so his head is level with yours and takes a look at your fucked out face.

"i need more, gaz. please," you beg, because all of your begging hasn't worked on soap. no, no, no, he's totally content in just sitting there and licking at you while he stays unmoving in your wet hole, that clenches around him every now and then so desperately.

"aw, poor you. soap not giving you want you want? not making you feel good?"

his tone. his tone! something about the way he's basically talking down on you makes you clench around soap again, to which he groans at. soap detaches from your chest for a quick second and tells gaz to kindly fuck off because he is! you are just quite the needy little thing.

"i'll give you something, i'll give it to you." gaz says in a promising tone and then straightens up so you're just staring at his muscled thighs and the way he hurriedly undoes his belt.

he's just barely manages to get his own cock free as you're twitching under soap, trying to get closer to gaz as you hang off the side of his bed. gaz laughs at that and gives your face a cheeky pat while the other hand grips the base of him and lightly squeezes. he tells you to wait because you'll get it soon enough, any sooner and soap might hide you away from him like the possessive thing he is. as if he already hasn't been staking his claim by covering your body under his, is so deep inside of you, and has been attached to your nipples like it's his lifeline.

so gaz has to play soap's game, much to your disdain. it means he has to go soap's pace if he wants to play with you too!

he takes the time to assess the situation by pumping his cock in front of you while you salivate for it. gaz notices this and laughs again, leaning forward a little to tap the head against your cheek.

"oh, you want it?" and you nod as much as you can, digging your nails into soap's shoulders. "yeah? yeah? you want it? how bad? how bad you want it, baby?"

his stupid cocky tone and accent make it all the more frustrating for you because you are getting so little relief from this. he's supposed to be helping you, right? :(

he takes his now fully hard cock and brings it towards your lips. "show me you want it. go ahead. kiss it. kiss it." ouh and the way he taps it against your mouth and smears his pre all over and giving it that much needed moisture from all that moaning and panting you've been doing.

you kiss the tip of his leaking cock and he keeps smacking it against your lips for fun. you basically cry and he finally takes mercy on you by sliding his dick down your throat.

he grunts as he gives you the bare minimum to keep you pleased, bumping just the tip against your tongue. he kind of loses his mind when you tongue at his slit just to get a little bit more from him. and it works.

you manage to sneak a hand from under soap's arms to cup at his balls and stroke the parts of him you can't reach. gaz groans out when you give him a little squeeze and eases more of himself inside your mouth. you manage to start lightly tracing at one of the veins on the underside of his cock, in perfect reach of you and he shudders while gripping the side of your face.

"oh, you must want it bad, hm?" and you hum around him to tell him yes! please give it to me! and he growls and goes "okay. i'll give it to you. been so good for soap, i'll reward you."

and you have to roughly take your other hand from under soap so you can brace against both of his thighs as he starts facefucking you. your fingers digging into his thighs, grabbing onto them to ground yourself from the rough pace he's going.

he throws his head back as he feels his dick hitting deeper into your throat. you didn't quite expect him to be this rough and this fast straight from the get go, but you suppose it's fair after you've been enduring all of soap's kissing and pulling at your nipples for who knows how long. the way soap's cock still remains plugged deep inside you when you know for a fact that you're dripping down his balls and onto the sheets.

with the way gaz is so roughly fucking your face pushes you back onto the bed. you're forced to just take, take, take with the way he's thrusting into your mouth. but the way he's pushing you sends you a little deeper on soap's cock, making you thrust and move against him just a little bit.

but it's just that much that's needed for you to get more stimulation between your legs and grind so deliciously against soap's hips. soap's been interrupted by this and is practically hiding his face in your neck now as he kisses and sucks there while using his hands instead. the way you're being forced back on his cock and clenching around him has gotten to him.

gaz is still grunting over you, holding your head so gently in contrast to the way his dick hits the back of your throat. his hips move so violently and your hands that are braced against him almost act as a stop, like a plead for him to move slower so you don't get smacked in the face by him.

"i know, i know, babe. i got you. look at you," he grits out through his clenched teeth while he gazes at you slobbering all over his dick. it's not long before you moan around him due to the way soap has just cum inside of you, and the vibrations around his cock send gaz into a frenzy to cum down your throat as well.

when he's finally cum, and when he did it was with his cock pressed impossibly deeper and spreading it all over your tongue and lips, gaz slowly pulls out of you and gives you a moment to catch your breath. he sees the way you're eyes blearily look at his cock and then up towards him where this half smile is showing clear on his handsome face.

"you like that?" and you have you nod your head at him to which he responds, "yeah? mm, say thank you." ugh as if the way he was talking to you when he came in the room wasn't enough already </3

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archenillo · 11 days

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cw: creampie, threesome, deepthroat, hybrid!cat!reader

“Hell's fuckin' bells.” Johnny grunts out, his rough hold on your hips tightening up as his hips slam against your ass, your tail wrapped around his meaty, hairy thigh.

He loves your flexible body— how easily he can force you to arch your back, keeping your soft ass up as he pounds into you, his cock getting harder with each thrust, pushing your mouth down on Simon's thick, needy length.

Your hands come up to Simon's stomach, nails slowly digging into the scarred skin as you knead the thin layer of fat, unable to tell them how good you're feeling as Simon pushes your head down on his cock, deep moans leaving his lips.

“Needy fuckin' thing.” His head is thrown back as he feels your sharp nails digging into his stomach, the purrs leaving your throat send vibrations to his already sensitive cock, making it harder and harder to hold it in.

He can feel his muscles tensing up, thrusting into your slutty mouth a few times before he's emptying his balls down your throat with a low grunt, spurts of hot cum going right into your needy mouth. Johnny's hand is quick to wrap on your hair and pull you closer to him,

“Show the LT how much of a dirty slag ye are.” He groans out, voice husky with raw desire. Johnny's free hand goes to hold your jaw, forcing you to look at Simon while he rams into you at an unlawful pace, using your cunt as a fleshlight.

Simon stares back into your eyes, his brown eyes holding a mix of possessiveness and arousal. He can see the desperation in your eyes— the need for more, and it only fuels his own desire. He signals Johnny to let go of his rough hold, easily pulling you back into his burly arms, his warm hand scratching the back of your ear tenderly, a complete contract to the way Johnny is fucking into you from behind.

“Filthy little animal.” He whispers, his breath hot against your ear. Johnny's thrusts become more forceful, his hips slamming against your plush ass with unrestrained force, leaving both of you gasping for air.

It doesn't take long for you to cum, Simon's demeaning words and Johnny's rough fucking mixing together, making your brain hazier than ever. He continues to thrust into you relentlessly, riding out the waves of your climax before he reaches his. With a powerful, deep thrust, he shoots ropes of hot cum inside you, his hips grinding against yours as he marks you as his own.

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archenillo · 12 days

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Bring Her Home | Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Summary: For once, everything was going right in his life. Now it's all gone to hell, and he'll be damned is he's not the one to fix things.

“Absolutely not.”

Simon’s path to the transport is interrupted with a firm hand on his shoulder. Price, geared up, gives him a pointed look.

“You’re not coming.”

“She’s my wife—”

“I know.”

“I figured this out. I found the place, I tracked her down, and she’s waiting for me.”

“We’ll get her, Simon,” he says softly. “But I need you to stay here.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t. I won’t.”

Price sighs as the Bravo and Delta teams start boarding. Soap and Gaz linger and wait for their direct superiors.

“Make it an order,” Simon insists, knowing it’ll go his way. “As my captain, order me to stay back.”

Price hesitates. He can’t do that to him. He wants to, he has to—but he can’t. He lets go of his shoulder. “You make one irrational decision and you’re done. You listen to me, do you understand? One person gets hurt or compromised because of you and there’ll be consequences.”

“Yes, sir.”

And then they join Gaz and Soap in boarding the transport. Simon’s been fidgety all day. He wants to feel relieved that they finally know where you are, but he has no idea the state you’ll be in when he finds you. If he finds you. No, when he finds you.

He’ll find you. You’ll be fine. Maybe some cuts and scrapes but that’s all. He’ll find you, he’ll get you out, you’ll be examined quickly and cleared to go, you’ll both go home and continue on like nothing ever happened.

He’s not that naïve.

He, of all people, knows exactly what you could be going through. And it makes him want to claw his eyes out thinking that all the things that happened to him could be happening to you.

“Listen up!”

Every soldier in the transport lifts their head and tunes in when Price calls for their attention. He stands alongside Captain Lopez of Delta team.

“The Konni Group covered themselves up well,” Price starts. “They didn’t want us to know this was them, so we can assume they’re not anticipating us showing up at their front door. That said, they’re planning something we’re unaware of. They took one of our own two and a half months ago and have been completely off the grid since. That doesn’t happen unless they want us vulnerable, so you keep your eyes peeled.”

“There’s a chance this has to do with one of their captains, Igor Petrov,” Lopez chimes in. “We tracked him down and locked him up earlier this year. They may want him back and were looking for leverage when they infiltrated.”

Simon’s neck twitches at the thought of you being considered “leverage” in a fight that has nothing to do with you.

“Our two main objectives are gathering intel and hostage rescue,” Lopez continues. “Delta Team, you’re with me. We’re going in first and clearing as much of the area as we can for Bravo, who are locating the hostage.”

“Bravo, we move when we’re cleared to move,” Price says, eyeing Simon. “Getting in and especially getting out, we wait for Delta to give us the all clear.”

What if you’re dying? What if you’re bleeding out? What if there’s no time to wait?

Price is waiting for acknowledgement, so Simon nods his head once.

“Sit tight, boys,” Lopez says. “ETA is two hours.”

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Simon’s never been more fidgety in his life. He can see the warehouse from where Bravo team stands idly by, waiting for the signal from Delta that it’s safe to move in. You’re in there, and all he can do is stand around and wait while gunshots and screams of fear and pain and anger sound from every direction.

Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, the sounds die down. There’s still a shot here and there but it gets noticeably quieter.

“Delta 0-6 to all Bravo,” Lopez says over the comms. “You’re clear for entry.”

“Let’s go, boys,” Price leads the way.

Simon, Gaz, Soap and the rest of their team follow after him, making it across the clearing and into the building safely while a few Delta stragglers who hadn’t followed their team inside cover them. Once inside, they break off in the teams Price had laid out on their way over. Price leads Gaz, Soap, Simon and a few others as they begin breaking into rooms and searching them for any sign of you.

They have to take down a few Konni in the process, none of whom are willing to give up your whereabouts. It worries Simon that they won’t talk—it could mean that there’s no point, that they’re looking for a dead body at this point.

He won’t let himself dwell on that.

Gunshots pick up in the distance and Simon tries to see what’s going on, but they’re far away from the action.

“Keep with it, Ghost,” Price warns him. “We have a plan.”

He begrudgingly shakes off the urge to follow any sign of danger and make sure you’re not caught in the middle. They continue through the maze of the warehouse—room after room, long hallway after long hallway. Finally they come to a corridor with lines of rooms on each side. This looks much more promising.

Price and Simon take the rooms on the right while Gaz and Soap take the ones of the left. The rest of their team divides themselves between the two cohorts, doing most of the dirty work like knocking down doors and doing the initial clearing. The closer they get to the end of the corridor, the more Simon loses hope.

Where are you?

“Ghost!”

He spins at Gaz’s voice and finds him and Soap standing before a room with their weapons drawn. A few other soldiers push in to clear but when they’re out of the way, he can see you. He doesn’t think, he just runs forward. But Price stops him with an arm across his chest.

“Let them clear it,” he demands. “What did I tell you?”

Simon can barely hear him, because you’re there. You’re splayed out on the ground in ratty clothes on the other side of the room, looking like a shell of yourself and he can’t tell if you’re awake. He can’t tell if you’re breathing. He can’t tell if you know he's here now.

His chest heaves and he can feel his nose sting. How long does it take to clear a room? He grabs on to Price’s wrist. He thought he’d push him away but he grips him like he needs to ground himself.

“Clear!”

Finally.

He surges between Soap and Gaz as he sprints across the room to kneel at your side. You’re not awake. Your skin is dull and bruised and bloody. Your clothes are stained. Simon’s hands hover over your fragile body.

“Oh, god,” he panics. “Oh, god.”

He needs to wake you up. He needs to know if you’re breathing. He leans in closer and gently turns your head toward him, cradling your face in his hands.

“Lovie, it’s me,” he urges. “It’s me, wake up. You’re all good now, we’re going home.”

Nothing. Gunshots pick up again in the distance.

“Baby, wake up,” he says, louder. He shakes you as softly as he can. When you don’t respond he lowers his right hand to check your pulse. It’s there. When he takes his glove off and puts his finger under your nose he can feel your breaths.

He exhales shakily, only slightly relieved. He needs you to wake up. He needs to hear your voice. He needs to get you out of here. He calls your name over and over, telling you that you’re safe, that he found you, and finally you start to come to. You grunt, and Simon takes off his mask when your eyes start to open.

“Hi, lovie,” he cries, trying to smile but only feeling the urge to cry as you make eye contact.

“Simon,” your voice is so broken, so thick. But he hears you all the same. “You found me.”

“I did, I found you,” he nods, smoothing your hair down.

“I wanna go home.”

“I know,” he croaks. He looks up at Price. “We need to go.”

He’s already called for Kate and requested immediate MedEvac.

“Not yet!” Lopez calls over the comms. “Boatload of Konni just showed up. You’re not clear.”

Simon’s stomach turns as he looks back down at you. Your eyes are squeezed closed and you’re starting to writhe. “Everything hurts.”

“Tell me where,” he says, trying to stay composed. He’s falling apart watching you suffer and all he wants to do after being apart for so long is tuck you under his chin and run away so no one can ever find or hurt you again.

“Ev-everywh-where,” you sob.

“Ghost, her leg,” Soap says.

Simon looks from your face down to your lower half and sees one of your feet slightly turned the wrong way. He lets Soap get close enough to gently grab your pant leg and push it upward until you groan and twitch and he tells him to stop.

“Tibia looks broken,” Soap says as he moves back and crouches down on your other side.

“Price,” Simon urges.

“They’re working on it,” the captain responds.

“Hey trouble,” Soap gently grabs your attention, speaking to you like it’s just another day. “Can you tell us anything else that hurts?”

You weep, one hand clinging to Simon’s wrist as he continues to hold your face. “M-my arm.”

“This one?” Soap points to the one lying still at his knees.

You nod, tears streaming down your face and unable to keep your eyes open.

“I’m gonna look t’see if I can help, okay?”

“Okay,” your scared tone makes Simon want to curl in on himself and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Soap reaches for your shoulder first, but you flinch as soon as his fingers make contact.

“Okay, it’s okay,” he says. “Can you move it at all?”

You shake your head.

He touches your shoulder again and you flinch, again. Simon reaches over you to push him away. “Stop it.”

“I think ’s dislocated,” he explains. “I can fix it.”

“Don’t touch her,” Simon warns.

“Ghost, she’s in pain.”

“She’s in more pain when you touch ‘er, don’t.”

“Simon, let him do it,” Price says. “It has to be done, might as well be now.”

“He’s not a medic.”

“We all know how to relocate a shoulder.”

But she’ll scream.

“Listen lass,” Soap catches your attention again. “Your shoulder’s out, but I can correct it. Just give me the word. It’ll hurt more for a second and then you’ll feel better.”

You sob, but you nod. “Yes please.”

“I need something for her to bite down on,” Soap says to the group.

“Get something to muffle her scream,” Price suggests.

“Jesus,” Simon cries. He leans down until his forehead is pressed against yours. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”

You sob against him but your fingers dig into his hair. He’s here. He found you. He’s real. Too soon he’s being nudged out of the way so Soap can urgently but politely stuff a clean rag in your mouth.

“Look at Simon, lass.”

You do. You squeeze his hand as tightly as you can and focus on him until white hot pain shoots through your side and you scream until your throat is raw. Simon comes down to your level immediately, whispering into your ear that it’s over, that you were so good. You cry as he takes the rag from your mouth.

“Bravo team, you’re clear to move,” Lopez says.

“MedEvac on the way,” Kate says.

“Let’s get you home,” Simon says. “You tell me if you’re in too much pain, yeah?”

You nod and he leans down to properly kiss you.

“I love you so much.”

You sob wetly, feeling so much gratitude for the man before you. He found you. He saved you. He’s bringing you home. “Thank you, Simon.”

He kisses you again before pulling on his mask and gently lifting you into his arms. “You ready to get the hell outta ‘ere?”

You just tuck your face into his neck, keeping your sore arm close to your chest and not looking at your mangled leg.

“Let’s go, lovie.”

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Waiting for you to wake up feels like longer than it took to find you. Above all else, he wants to be grateful that you’re resting, safe in a hospital bed and being looked after by a medical team. He is grateful for that, but more than that, he’s desperate for you to wake up.

You’re broken. He didn’t want to hear how those bastards left you for him, but he had to. He already saw most of it, but hearing the details—learning what lurked beneath the surface—was worse than going through it himself.

When you stir, he gets up from his seat beside your bed and leans over you protectively. He lets you come to on your own, and you smile softly (tiredly) when you see him.

“You found me.”

“I found you,” he nods.

“It wasn’t a dream?”

“It wasn’t a dream.”

“You promise?”

He takes off his facemask and leans down to brush his nose against yours. “I promise, I’m right here.”

“Good,” you say through wobbly lips.

Simon shakes his head. “I shouldn’t have left you that day.”

“Si,” you say, voice breaking.

“I shouldn’t have left. They were waiting for me to leave.”

“You didn’t know,” you say. You’re trying to be strong for him, but it’s hard not to think back to the hell you went through simply because you were vulnerable without Simon home for 20 minutes. But it’s not his fault.

“I still shouldn’t have left, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that happened to you, but I’m gonna help you through this, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

You sniffle. “I don’t feel fine.”

“You’re not supposed to. Not for a while. But one day you will, I swear. And I’ll be here the whole time.”

You run your fingers along his cheek before softly pulling him in by his chin for a kiss. When you part, you turn your head to cough a few times, feeling how raw your throat is. Simon hears the roughness and jumps into action, turning away and heading for the glass of water on the far table.

“Don’t go.”

He pauses, his heart skipping a beat. You sound just like you did in every nightmare he’s had since the day you were taken. But this isn’t a nightmare. This is real. He’s awake and you’re here, reaching for him because he finally found you and you don’t want to be apart. He snags the glass of water and turns back around, lowering himself onto your bed beside your hip and helping you sip.

“I’m not going anywhere, lovie. I promise.”

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archenillo · 12 days

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After almost four months of working for Simon, you take a maternity leave... and your feelings for him start to bubble up

Simon bumps into you, a troubled woman whose boyfriend kicked her out after he found out she's pregnant

He holds you, gently rubbing your back as your stomach heaves and you throw up your lunch. You're in your third trimester and it’s been hell for you.

You sob onto his chest while clinging to him, from the agonizing pain in your abdomen and the unbearable nausea.

“Shh, it’s ok, luvie. I've got you.” he coos, holding you tighter and cradling your head against his chest as you bawl your eyes out.

Even though your mind is somewhat dazed, your heart still flutters at the nickname.

In almost four months of working as his assistant, you slowly drifted closer and closer to each other.

But you still don't know if you'd call yourselves friends or not, it's something more, yet less than what you wish to be.

After a few minutes spent on the bathroom floor in his office, you finally calm down a bit.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can work like this.” you apologize sheepishly while looking up at him through glossy eyes, still in his arms.

“That’s fine. You'll be on leave until you’re ready.” he says, looking back at you through hooded eyes.

“Really? There's no problem with that?”

“Yeah. It's ok. We'll get a substitute for now. The leave is with pay of course so no worries about money problems.” he responds and you throw your arms around him happily and hug him as well as you can with your swollen tummy, “Oh, Simon! Thank you so much.”

“ ‘s nothin’.” he replies while hugging you back.

“You can come stay with me, you know?” he mentions as he pulls away to look at you, your hair disheveled and your eyes puffy and red while sitting on the bathroom floor after throwing up for nearly half an hour, but oh how he still adores you... in this state... or in any state to be honest.

“Are you sure?” you whisper, throat too hoarse to speak any louder.

“I’m sure.” he replies sternly with a nod and you gaze into his eyes gratefully.

“I’ll help you pack up.” he adds, taking your silence and the look you just gave him as a yes.

“Thank you.” you say and try to get up, but fail miserably with your huge belly and utter exhaustion.

He gets up first and helps you up, “Careful, luv.” he murmurs as you stumble a bit, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady.

He helps you gather your stuff and carefully walks you to his car to drop you off at his place, his hand finding your waist and the other one holding yours.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be fine alone?” he asks with concern as he pulls up into his driveway.

“Yes, I'm gonna be fine for a few hours. In fact, I'm gonna take a nap.” you respond reassuringly with a smile.

“Take care, luv.” he smiles and you wave goodbye.

He leaves as you step inside the house and close the door.

You lean against the door and let out a squeal and giggle like a schoolgirl.

And you don’t even know why. Is it the hormones? Is it him?

It’s been a while since he’s making you feel some type of way.

You settle on the couch to take a nap, not wanting to take up his bed even though you know he wouldn’t mind. But still, it feels like an invasion of his privacy.

You don’t get much sleep as your mind and heart are encompassed by him.

You keep tossing and turning. For hours. Even though you’re utterly exhausted.

Until he returns home and walks over to you, “Hey... why didn't you sleep on the bed?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“Well, I didn’t really sleep at all.” you mumble as you try to get up, looking at him over the back of the couch.

“Why? You ok?” he asks with a concerned look etched on his face as he helps you sit up on the couch and he sits beside you.

“I’m fine, Si. It's just that... the hormones are making me feel weird is all.” you ramble, not really knowing how to answer him, also using the nickname which he insisted on you using. It just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Do you need to go to the doctor?” he questions further, worry creeping up on him.

“No. It's fine. I'll take some pills and try to get some sleep. Don't worry.” you try to play it cool and shrug it off.

He gently carries you to bed and brings your meds, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing them to you with a glass of water.

“Get some rest, luv. I'll make you something to eat.” he mutters while tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you lie down, eyes locked onto one another, making your heart skip a beat.

You let out a sigh and shut your eyes after he leaves, in hopes of getting even a little bit of much-needed sleep.

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archenillo · 12 days

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Comfortable - Series Masterlist

Poly 141 x fem!reader

Summary- A series of one-shots that follow the progression of the men’s growing relationship with their girl.

A/N - Some parts are written out of order, but are added here in the correct timeline.

This is series is 18+. Not every part has smut, but minors DNI. Each part has its own warnings.

The Fight - Prequel to Comfortable Company

Comfortable Company

Questions, Comments, Concerns

Emergency Contact

Home

Simp Squadron Anon (just for fun)

Jealousy

Fancy Jealousy

Take It Slow

Doctor/Protector

Bit o’ Backstory

Knitting

Ghost - Backstory pt 2

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archenillo · 13 days

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Hiii I just read your ask!! I didn’t get a notification for some reason I’m very sorry, but if you give me about 3-4 weeks I can give you this <3

I am a slow writer and am still working on part 5/ working through my writers block at the moment. Maybe this prompt will help!

I am also very obsessed with bunny reader sucking their ear for comfort 😮‍💨😩

Oh no no!! Thats totally fine to take your time😭i was just giving idea hehe , and you did mention to me before you are slow writer and i dont mind at all!!

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archenillo · 13 days

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Gurl, I've got you.

If you are comfortable with it, I can imagine Gaz getting jealous, tying his partner to the bed (with their consent, obviously 😒) and fucking them like there's no tomorrow. (Sending this as an ask in case you wanna use it)

'Wicked Games'

P: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

CW: Dom/Brat Tamer!Gaz, jealousy, possessiveness, handcuffs, face-fucking as punishment, rough oral sex

WC: 3.505 words (oops)

You were in the midst of getting ready, your reflection adorned in a sleek, tight black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. With each movement, the fabric whispered against your skin, accentuating your figure with an air of confidence.

His eyes followed the graceful arc of your hand as you brushed a hint of blush onto your cheeks, the subtle flush of color only enhancing your natural beauty.

Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, the tension simmered just beneath the surface. His gaze widened slightly at the sight of your attire,lingering on you with a hint of admiration and pride.

''He's just a colleague, Kyle.'' It was the third time you had to echo that sentence in a row, each word carefully enunciated with an exhausted sigh in between as the night drag on.

''Who's desperately trying to sleep with you, Y/N.'' Kyle's jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as he leaned himself against the doorframe to get a better look at you.

The veil of calm that blanked his form wasn't enough to disguise the tension around you that could be cut with a knife.

''Okay, now you're overreacting.'' A quick glance away from your reflection in the mirror was enough to catch him rolling his eyes to your remark as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup.

Your arrival to your corporate's event was bound to be late from the moment you were about to settle on the outfit.

The sound of the bathroom door creaked open, and your boyfriend that resembled a Greek God emerged, his hair damp and tousled from the shower. In nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water glistened on his bronzed skin, accentuating the defined lines of his muscular physique.

''Yeah, right- Wait, no bra?'' Kyle's voice was tinged with a hint of reproach, his brows furrowing as he fought to keep his jealousy in check.

''I can't wear one with this dress.'' With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you turned to face him.

"And you know what else?" You continued, your voice teasing as you pulled back to meet Kyle's gaze. "It's kinda cold tonight.''

''Fucking hell.'' Kyle let out a frustrated growl, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to contain his emotions.. That did not bode well for his self-control.

With a playful smirk, he pushed himself away from the door frame and took a step closer, the air thick with a sudden change of emotions.

''What do I have to do to get you to stay?'' The droll of his voice belied a casual tease, but his tone was dangerous.

''Tie me down, probably.''

The words hung in the air for a moment, accompanied by your light chuckle, as you anticipated Kyle's typical witty response. However, as the seconds ticked by, you noticed the atmosphere slowly changing.

The laughter faded from your lips instantly as you glimpsed the genuine consideration in Kyle's eyes, a flicker of something more primal stirring beneath the surface.

The suggestion lingered in the air like a provocative dare, igniting a spark of desire within him as he contemplated the possibilities.

''Are you seriously considering tying me down, Sergeant?'' The sudden shift from playful banter to something more charged, left you breathless, your pulse quickening with a rush of excitement.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Kyle reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from your face, his touch tender yet intense.

''What if I am?'' His tone was casual, but the way it vibrated in his chest sent a rush of heat down your spine.

''You'd have to catch me, first'' You exclaimed with a giggle and quickened your pace towards the living room, forgetting for a moment that with that man standing behind you, it was pointless.

Kyle, agile and determined, moved swiftly to intercept you. He closed the distance between you in a few quick strides. In a heartbeat, his strong hands firmly gripped on your hips, halting you in your tracks.

Before you could protest or react, Kyle pulled you even closer, his body pressing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he whispered huskily, "That was a bad move, sweetheart."

''Kyle, you're gonna ruin my outfit-'' A look of bland innocence spread across your face, trying hard to convince yourself above all that you wanted to walk out that door and out of his embrace.

"Oh, sweetheart," He murmured, his breath warm against your skin, "You know I'm not just gonna ruin your outfit."

A shiver of excitement ran down your spine as his fingers trailed slowly along your sides, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hot and bright.

As Kyle's hands moved with intent, your breath caught in your throat, skin tingling with anticipation at the tantalizing promise of what was to come.

It was when Kyle's hands reached your breasts that you realized that he was not going to let you walk out that door intact, your eyes widening in shock at the suddenness of his touch.

''I'm gonna do much more than that.'' In terms of words that made your knees give in, he’s definitely said more explicit things, but apparently, that was all you needed that night.

"Kyle," You murmured, your tone betraying the internal struggle, "I have to go."

''Mhm, do you now?'' Kyle buried his nose in your neck, feeling your pulse with his lips. His skin was so hot, his steaming breath stretching over your delicate skin.

You didn’t mean to whimper, but it slipped out and Kyle's hips bucked. Eager to cage you. Eager to pin you under him and devour you.

With a teasing lilt to your voice, you uttered the name that always seemed to set him on edge, "What will James think if I don't go?"

You knew all too well the effect those words would have, how they would stir the green-eyed monster within him, yet you couldn't resist the thrill of fueling his jealousy and pushing him over the edge.

/ / /

And that was how you ended up lying on the bed, your wrists bound by soft leather handcuffs secured to the headboard.

It had started innocently enough, a playful suggestion that quickly escalated into something far more intense. With each gentle tug of the restraints, you felt a surge of excitement building within you.

And as you laid there, completely at his mercy, you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

The soft whisper of fabric against skin, the faint creak of the bed beneath you, every sensation seemed magnified, heightened by the knowledge that you were completely under his control.

In that moment, with the world reduced to nothing but the two of you, you knew that you were exactly where you wanted to be, no alcohol, no annoying colleagues, no meaningless conversations. Just you, bare naked, bound to the bed and utterly captivated by the man kneeling with you between his thighs

"Satisfied now, Sergeant Garrick?" A devious smile played on your lips as you attempted to feign innocence, but your efforts were feeble at best.

Your boyfriend's keen observation didn't miss a beat. The slight twitch on his brow betrayed his reaction to you using his military rank. It was clear that your words had struck a chord within him, awakening something hidden beneath the surface that was begging to come forward.

As his gaze met yours, you noticed them darkening to the shade closest to the nightsky. There was a spark of arousal mixed with something almost unexplainable, something almost frightening. Intoxicating.

"Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?" Your tone dripped with sass as you pushed the boundaries, testing his patience.

Short distorted laughs came from him, almost mocking your pathetic attempt to provoke him. He raised one hand, the warmth of his touch grazing against your cheek before trailing down to the back of your head, where his fingers began to weave through your hair with a gentle grip.

Despite the tender gesture, you couldn't ignore the underlying tension that radiated from him, it was clear that what was to follow was going to be far from sweet.

Abruptly, his fingers clenched tightly in your hair, a searing pain radiating through your scalp, eliciting a groan to escape your lips.

"Yeah? Is that how you wanna play, love?" His voice was low and husky as he leaned down, bringing his mouth close to your ear.

Kyle's lips brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, while his other hand, calloused and strong, gently cupped the flesh of your ass before giving it a firm squeeze.

You felt his touch trailing down, skimming over the nakedness of your upper body until they reached the edge of your panties. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers danced along the elastic, teasingly tugging them down. The sensation was electrifying, anticipation coursing through your body.

His warm breath tickled your neck as he exhaled, "You're practically dripping, and I've barely even touched you." He remarked with a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in your ear and sending a thrill through your body.

"Shut up-" You quipped, knowing full well the bratty tone of your words.

As if to amplify your wicked plan, you aimed a playful kick at his thigh, intending to push him away though you knew that it was part of his job to take down men twice his size with ease.

Kyle reared back, and in an instant, his lips crashed onto yours with an intensity that bordered on punishing.

Initially, you resisted, a split-second defiance before surrendering to the fervor of his kiss. As you yielded, his kiss softened, his lips tenderly caressing yours, his tongue teasing the corner of your mouth with slow strokes.

As he began pressing his knee against your throbbing core, your back arched instinctively, seeking further contact and stimulation.

In response to your reaction, he let out a deep, guttural moan of his own into your mouth, his desire echoing yours as he intensified the pressure of his kiss. With one hand still cupping the back of your neck possessively, he leaned over you, his weight asserting dominance in the space between you.

His honeyed eyes fixated on your breasts, staring with a hunger that made your skin tingle. His plush lips were slightly parted as he placed his palms on your stomach, earning a desperate whisper from you.

''Kyle-'' Unintentionally, a soft mewl escaped your lips, a sound of desire that surprised even you. You couldn't help but crave his hands on your breasts, yearning for the sensation of his fingers squeezing, massaging, mirroring the fervent desire on his face.

And then, he withdrew, his lips parting from yours, leaving behind a warmth as he leaned back to take another look at your exposed skin.

''You wanna act like a brat?'' Kyle seethed as if he was welcoming a challenge, a sly smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with determination.

With deliberate intent, he wrapped his fingers around the base of your neck, his grip tightening gradually, compelling you to meet his eyes. ''Fine, I'll treat you like one.''

His hand disappeared from your sight, gliding down his torso until it reached the towel that hung low around his waist, teasingly revealing the contours of his body.

In one swift motion, he discarded the towel, allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft rustle, revealing his form in all its glory. You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. It slapped against his stomach with a satisfying thud, beautiful and big, just like him.

Slowly, he caressed himself before you, his cock poised directly in front of your face, temptingly close.

"Spit." Kyle commanded, his hand extended in front of your face, positioned just beneath your waiting mouth.

Without hesitation, you complied with his request, gathering saliva in your mouth before lolling out your tongue, allowing it to messily fall into his hand.

"That's my obedient girl." He praised, whilst using the same hand that collected your saliva to stroke himself once again. With each firm stroke, his member glistened, now coated in the slickness that you provided.

''Open your mouth, sweetheart. Unless you'd like for me to force it open?'' He questioned as as he began to leisurely drag the tip of his throbbing cock along your wet lips before gently prodding them.

You savored the bittersweet tang of the precum that glistened on the head, the taste a delicious blend of saltiness and sweetness that made you want more. And so you complied without hesitation, parting your lips and extending your tongue, its wet, pink surface waiting for his touch.

''Suck.''

His voice took on a rough, commanding tone, without any hint of playfulness as his hips bucked towards your lips, seeking the warmth of your mouth.

Without hesitation, your mouth opened eagerly, welcoming his head as it entered, filling your senses with the taste and texture of him.

You hollowed your cheeks, creating suction as you enveloped him, relishing in the sensation of his hardness against your tongue. Taking your time, you swirled your tongue around the tip, exploring every ridge and contour, teasing him with the flickering motion.

You weren't going to give it to him easily. Or so you believed in that moment. Perhaps deep down, there lurked a streak of masochism within you.

And so, without warning, you executed a bold move, deftly slipping his length off your lips with a resounding pop, punctuating the act with a falsely innocent look.

"Oops." You smirked, meeting his half-shocked, half-annoyed expression with unwavering confidence despite your restricted position.

''Bold move, love.'' What he did next caught you off guard.

With a swift motion, he retrieved his hand from the back of your head and placed it under your jaw, the once gentle touch now transformed into a merciless grip as his fingers closed around your cheeks, applying pressure until you winced from the pain and forced your mouth to open.

Kyle wasted no time in reclaiming the wetness of your mouth, thrusting his length back inside with an assertiveness that seemed almost brutal. Not to you, though. That was how you liked it and he knew. Gentle and sweet as a partner, rough and dominant as a lover.

You hummed around him, the vibration serving as an affirmative response, granting him permission to take control. His other hand rose to join the first, folding over your head, firmly holding you in place as he lifted his hips and thrusted forward.

He closed his eyes, the long lashes brushing against his flushed cheeks as he breathed out a low, gravelly moan.

"Oh, fuck, yes- that's it. You're- you're taking me so fucking well." In contrast to his words growing increasingly visceral and obscene, Kyle looked strikingly beautiful and almost mad with his open jaw hung slightly agape as he struggled to catch his breath, each inhalation ragged and uneven.

Sensing his movement, you relaxed your jaw, allowing your tongue to flatten and just before he pushed deeper, you managed to draw in one last breath, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Then, his head bumped against the back of your throat, causing your eyes to sting with tears pooling at the corners as you coughed wetly around him. Foam and saliva spurted from the tight seal of your lips, a result of the sudden intrusion.

His relentless pace caused your throat to bulge, stretching to accommodate his girth, while your face contorted with the strain of his forceful thrusts.

The squelching of his cock drilling in and out of your mouth got louder and louder as your saliva wet his length, only making him fuck your mouth like it was nothing but a hole, with more intent as it got easier for him.

His fingers held onto both sides of your skull tightly, burying your nose into his pubic hair with every pulsation. Your jaw grew slack, your jowl hanging low as his girth forced your mouth open for his use.

''Now what would that asshole think, hm?'' His breathing was erratic, his words garbled and he dislodged himself from you entirely this time.

His hand gripped around the base of his cock, coated heavily with pre-cum and your saliva. The force-grip on your face relaxed and you pulled your lips back together in relief.

And then he stuffed back himself into you, taking in the feeling of your reflexive bobs on his cock, of you gagging and salivating around his member. He drug your head off after a short time, then back in, finding his rhythm.

The fingers in your hair roughly pulled you against him as he held you firmly back in place, leaving you no choice but to breathe through your nose and try to relax your muscles further. ''Seeing you tied up like that, choking on my cock, fuck-''

It only took a few more hard, erratic thrusts before he reached the breaking point, his body tensing above you as he neared climax.

With each hard movement, his cock plunged deeper into your throat, driving past the point of resistance until it reached the depths of your being. In a surge of desperate release, he unleashed his hot thick cum so deep inside you, you didn't even get taste it.

Though your jaw felt like it was burning in flames, you immediately welcomed the relief as you could finally draw in a deep, satisfying breath. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the headboard, allowing the coolness of the surface to soothe your overheated skin.

''You did so well baby, so fucking good for me.'' He cooed, the sweetness returning to his tone before he swiftly slid his knees from your upper body down to your waist, his movements unhurried as he took in the way you looked in that moment. A beautiful mess.

Whilst he positioned himself, he leaned forward, his forehead gently meeting yours for a brief moment and then closed the gap completely, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.

''Now..'' Kyle whispered against your parted lips, a soft breath of warmth that set your skin on fire.

As his tongue delicately brushed against your bottom lip, his hands trailed upwards to caress your restrained arms as though he was taking away the ache just by touching them.

''Be a good girl and..'' As his lips made their way towards the upper half of your face, his voice was sinful against the delicate curve of your ear shell. With each caress, the tension in your muscles began to ease.

Finally, his hands came to rest against each of your wrists, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the cool metal of the handcuffs.

With a gentle yet purposeful movement, his fingers traced the outline of the restraints, teasing you by applying pressure for a second before stopping and repeating the same movement.

You watched in anticipation, biting hard on your bottom lip not to wince out loud as the tension in the air became heavy once more and then you finally heard the faint click of the restraints releasing.

The pain in your wrists began to fade away, relief washing over you as Kyle deftly removed the handcuffs. With each click of the lock releasing, a weight seemed to lift from your shoulders. You eagerly anticipated the opportunity to finally touch him, to feel his warmth against your skin and bring him close to you.

But before you could even extend your hands, Kyle's touch found its way to your waist and with a suddenness that pushed all air out your lungs, he maneuvered you around, positioning you so that your face was now directed towards the headboard. The abrupt shift in position left you disoriented, your gaze now fixated on the wooden surface before you.

''Kyle, what are you-''

Without warning, he once again secured the handcuffs around your wrists, immobilizing you completely. The metallic clink echoed in the room and his striking face disappeared from your sight, replaced by the blank expanse of the wall.

Though you couldn't see him, the subtle shifts in the mattress beneath you betrayed his movements as he lowered himself onto the bed. He positioned himself underneath you, his shoulders pressed firmly between your thighs, urging them to open wider.

Finally, you looked down, his face came into view, illuminated by the soft glow of the dimly lit room.

''Sit on my fucking face.''

(to be continued..:)

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Mafia!141 Masterlist

a place for me to put all my mafia!141 related fics so i don't bog down my regular masterlist!

Series:

In Limbo: (Ghost) is it wrong to fall in love while waiting to die?

Price x wife!Reader:

he likes showing you off

when his meetings go wrong...

treating him

proposal and baby talk

john "that's my fuckin' wife" price

how you two fall in love

you're jealous

you're drunk and jealous

taking care of you after you have a kid

your first time

you're insecure

you don't think you're a good mum

Ghost x shy!Reader:

you meet him for the first time

you're at Price's club

headcanons

everyone's watching

he learns you're a virgin

you're drunk

you wanna suck his dick

he helps you feel confident

he helps you feel confident again

you want a baby

he wants you to ride him

more confidence again

he helps you masturbate

guard dog

Soap x nurse!Reader:

how you two meet

you're grumpy after work

no touching

how you two really meet

Gaz x mafia!Reader:

you're a proper pain in the ass

you need a place to stay

Other:

Leftovers [1]: Mr. and Mrs. Price don't know how to take care of you properly. Simon is hellbent on saving you, no matter the means.

Leftovers [2]: you're his, now

the boys are drunk

you can find any small comments and other anon asks by searching #mafia!141 in my blog!

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🌿Masterlist

Simon Riley Masterlist | Smut Masterlist | Bimbo!Reader Masterlist | Dad!Ghost Masterlist

Do not translate, post, or put my content into AI tools.

Popular

🕷✧ATSV/COD MWII Twitter AU Masterlist

✧ Virgin!König

✧ Pec shaking

✧ Pervert - König x Reader

✧ Neighbor!Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Sex Pollen

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ König

✧ Nikto

✧ Miguel O'Hara

✧ Astarion

DBF!Keegan

✧ Headcanons Part I

✧ Headcanons Part II

✧ Headcanons Part III

✧ Thin Walls (NSFW collab)

Fluff

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley:

✧ You make it hard to be a ghost

✧ Longing

✧Together

✧ I'll meet you there

✧ Idyllic

✧ Believer

✧ Birthday Boy

✧ Salvatore

✧ Seasons don't fear the reaper

✧ Doomed (Happy Ending)

✧ Shooting Star

✧ Spellbound

✧ Happy Cake Day

✧ Roadman!Ghost

✧ Roadman!Ghost Part II

✧ Domestic life

✧ Awful Cooking

✧ Wedding

Miguel O'Hara:

✧ Parenthood

Nikto:

✧ Infatuation

Attention - Keegan P. Russ x Fem!OC

Angst & Hurt/Comfort

✧ Mann Gegen Mann - Nikto x Reader

✧ Cold - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Afraid - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Tainted - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Living Dead Man - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Lorelei - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader (Ongoing)

✧ Savior - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Doomed - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Unexpected pregnancy - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Immortal She - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Love never leaves - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Genesis - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Reaper - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Daddy's Girl - Vladimir Makarov x Reader

Ongoing Series

✧ Discord - Keegan P. Russ x Reader

✧ K-9 - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

✧ Lorelei - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Cowgirl - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley/TF141 x Reader

Character Studies

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Character Study

✧ Comic Simon being a sweetheart

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley being a family man

✧ Mild Ghost - Ramble

✧ Ghost and insecurity

✧ König - Character Study

Drabbles

✧ Situationship with Ghost

✧ Situationships with Ghost Part II

✧ Goofing around with Soap

✧ Toxic!FWB!Ghost

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon Part II

✧ Pimp!Ghost

✧ Lactation - DBF!Keegan

Haunted: Paranormal AU

The ominous dark figure of a brooding man follows you everywhere you go after playing with a Ouija board on drunken night, souls bound together ever since you were born.

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SB = Slowburn

G = General

M* = Mature [Murder, Violence, Gore, Angst]

F = Female

M = Male

MDNI = Minors do NOT interact [NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Dead dove do not eat]

[ Poly!141 x Tropical!Reader ]:

| SB | G | M* |

Imagine - Summary

Chapter 1 - 23/02/24 Chapter 2 - 02/03/24 Chapter 3 - 11/03/24 Chapter 4 - 24/03/24 Chapter 5 - 08/04/24

[ Poly!141 x Mafia!Reader ]:

| SB | G | M* |

Imagine - Summary

Chapter 1 - 26/02/24 Chapter 2 - 07/03/24 Chapter 3 - 17/03/24 Chapter 4 - 05/04/24

[ Poly!141 x Recruit!Reader ]:

| SB | G | M* |

Imagine - Summary

Chapter 1 - 05/03/24 Chapter 2 - 21/03/24 Chapter 3 - 24/03/24

| One-Shots | Masterlist + COD Divider Credit: @saradika

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Questions, Comments, Concerns?

Poly 141 x reader

An addition to the Comfortable Series

Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - references to injuries, pining, kissing, insecurity? Not much else.

A/N - this part is very Gaz and Ghost centric, sorry not sorry :) (Simpy, please enjoy, my love <3)

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You laugh, your breath forced out of you as strong arms wrap around your waist, the heavy weight that is John MacTavish pushing against your back.

“Whatcha makin’, lass?” Your face heats as his breath brushes across your cheek, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Smells wonderful.”

Clucking, you try to deflect his praise. “It’s just spaghetti. Didn’t expect you lot to get back so soon, or I would have made something more special.” He hums, pulling you in closer. Surely he has to be able to hear your heart pounding in your ears. You hear Price groan and then laugh quietly in the living room, and you glance up to see Kyle curl up beside him, his arm over his shoulder. You turn back to the stove, swallowing down the desire to join them. “You think you’ll feel up to making a stop at the store with me later?” You can feel him grin against your face, cheek to cheek.

“Sounds a bit domestic, don’t ye think?”

“It’s a necessity.” You think back to how Price had hobbled over the threshold, favoring his knee. Gaz barely able to lift his arm to pull his jacket off. Soap seemingly unharmed save for the brace on his wrist. “You’re the least banged up, and I’ll need the help.”

“Sure, whatever you say, hen. It’s a date.” He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, before practically bounding to join the other two on the couch.

You shake your head. He just happy to be home - to be clean, and fed, and warm. He’s just excited, you remind yourself, he doesn’t mean to stir butterflies in your stomach, he has no clue you wish he’d kiss you properly. Why would he? He’s just… friendly. You spare another peak, Johnny has his legs stretched across the other men’s laps, Kyle’s hand in his hair, John rubbing the soles of his feet. The thought of wedging yourself between them - curling into John’s lap, his hands around your waist, your head on Kyle’s shoulder, fingers tracing his knuckles, Johnny smiling up at you - distracts you for just a moment, but you clear your throat and turn away again, toward the table.

“Is Simon on his way?” You’d assumed when the rest of them came straight from base that Ghost would be right behind them, but you’ve already finished cooking and they have yet to mention his absence. They stand and share an unsettling look. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing serious, love,” John soothes, tapping the pad of his thumb against the side of your nose, taking the plates from your hands to set the table. “He’s okay. Just a bit worse for wear than the rest of us. He’s restin’ at home.”

“Did he eat?” The idea of him being all alone, definitely hurt and possibly hungry, makes your heart ache. You look to Kyle, his eyes softening, already predicting your train of thought. He shrugs. “Will he be mad if I bring him food? We have plenty, and I won’t stay if he doesn’t want me, obviously, but I just need to know he eats something, and that’s he’s okay, and -”

He calls your name. The cut along his lip hindering his smile a bit, but his eyes are as kind and grounding as ever. He knows you still get anxious that you’re doing too much for them all, scared that you’ll overstep with your mothering tendencies. Especially with Simon. He also knows that’s not possible, especially for Simon. “I’m sure he’d love to see you.” He tilts his head, “You don’t wanna eat first?”

Looking back, the two John’s are already helping themselves to the meal, Price helping Johnny butter a roll. You know you probably should eat, but you’re too nervous about the missing man now to settle. Your roommate watches each thought and worry dance across your face, his concern for you mirroring yours for Simon.

“Sweets?” Gaz calls you again, reaches his good arm to grip your neck, prompting you to look back to him. “We’ll save you a plate. Just call if you need anything, okay?” He pulls you in, his best attempt at a hug in his current state, and you squeeze his waist softly.

“I’m sure I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry, are you sure you guys will be okay?” The apology falls from your lips as you pull away, your hands smoothing over his collar and then falling limp at your sides. Gaz smiles again, adoring and lopsided, glancing over your head to the others.

“We’re fine, love.” You turn when John responds, a look to match Kyle’s, like they know something you don’t. “You’ll get used to it - dividing up all the love and care. There’s enough to go ‘round, trust that.” He winks and you feel your face burn at his words.

One word in particular standing out in your mind, rattling and echoing the entire drive to Simon’s flat.

Love.

After a lot of internal debate, you decide that you imagined the deeper meaning, put too much importance on his words. Too much importance on your position with these men. Yes, you care for them, and you do love them in some way, but there can’t be anything deeper than friendship between the five of you. It’s just not reasonable. They may care for you too, maybe even love you back, but in a way you’d assume one would love a little sibling… maybe even just the sibling’s friend. They’re too close, too perfect just the four of them, there’s certainly no room for you in their fold.

You wait for what feels like an eternity before you finally hear heavy footsteps respond to your knock. There’s a thud against the door, some grumbled curse, and then the lock unlatching.

“What are you doin’ here, girl?” The question isn’t unkind, just sharp, and surprised. Simon’s hair is wet, his chest bruised and bare. Your eyes dart up to his before dropping right back down, unsure where to look, with his face just as exposed. Fuck, Johnny was right when he called him a pretty boy.

“I- uh, brought pasta?” You hold up the dish, praying he doesn’t acknowledge your flustered state. He huffs - not quite a laugh, but you’ll take it - stepping aside and gesturing for you to come in.

You’ve never been inside his place before, only dropped off Kyle a few times if they were going to carpool to base, or drive to the airport together. Whatever mental image you conjured up was thrown away as you walked in. Huge floor to ceiling windows bringing in the afternoon light. Everything sleek and tidy like you’d assumed, but furnished and decorated, photos and trinkets scattered along the wide bookshelves, pillows and blankets thrown over the oversized couch. A cooking show playing quietly on the large TV.

“Were you expectin’ knives stinkin’ outta the walls, My Chemical Romance playing on repeat?” He goads, pulling the container from your hands.

“Honestly? Something like that, yeah. But can you blame me, Spooks?” You grin when he laughs at the nickname. The noise spreading like warmth and comfort in your chest.

“You eat?” He’s facing away from you, already reaching for two plates before you can even respond.

You can tell yourself you’re watching out of concern, your eyes following the dark lines of bruises accentuating his ribs, the first few layers of skin shredded and scabbed all down his side, his arm. But in all honesty, your gaze barely lingers there, instead settling on the way his muscles flex and stretch with each small movement, powerful and gorgeous, your fingers aching as you imagine what it would be like to just reach out and feel him. “What happened?”

He pushes an overfilled plate across the kitchen island toward you, purses his lips, “Y’know I can’t tell you that, love. Looks worse than it feels, if that helps.” It doesn’t, but you nod anyway. Simon settles on the stool beside yours, your knee knocking against his thigh. “S’good to see you.”

You smile, “Yeah, you too. I missed you.” He raises his eyebrows, lips pulling to the side as he chews, and you correct yourself. “I mean, I missed all of you, not just you.”

He hums, amused, maybe a bit mocking. “Missed you too, all of us, not just me.” He nudges your fork, “Stop worryin’ so much. Eat.”

The rest of the meal continues in peace, the conversation sparse but never awkward. He visibly relaxes, shoulders losing their tension, his leg still presses against yours. A wave of pride comes over you as he quickly clears his plate, and asks to finish yours.

You laugh, pushing the plate to him, repeating Johnny’s words, “A bit domestic, don’t you think?” He doesn’t respond, brown eyes giving you a once over, something unreadable just under the surface. “What?” You whisper, feeling scrutinized under his stare, wondering if you’ve got something on your face.

“Would tha’ be so bad?” He asks, just as softly. “You bein’ all ‘domestic’ with us?”

“Us?” Simon’s eyes fall to your lips as you repeat the word, the room suddenly too quiet, your blood rushing in your ears far too loudly. The single question, the hint at the inclusivity, the memory of the men cuddled on the couch, John’s words before you left, and the desire you have to tend to and dote on these men - all of it opens up a possibility you’ve otherwise tried to ignore. One that seems too daunting, and too good to be true all at once.

A sigh falls from his lips, the moment shattering and he tugs at your ear gently. “You should go on home. Talk to your boy, yeah?”

You blink, feeling like you got caught doing something wrong, almost ashamed at his assumption. “Kyle’s not, I mean I’m not-“

Another laugh interrupts you. “He is your boy, just as much as he’s mine, and Price’s, and Johnny’s. But I’ll let ‘im tell you about that.” He stands, offering his hand to help you do the same. You pause at the door, confused and disappointed. He clicks his tongue, knuckles tapping under your chin. “You okay?”

“I don’t wanna leave.”

“Hey. ‘M not kickin’ you out, and ‘m not upset with you. Just trying to do right by Garrick, and by you.” You lean into his hand on your cheek, closing your eyes as his lips press to your forehead. “It really was good to see you, sweet’art.”

The drive home goes by in a blur. You’re confused, and nervous, and more than a bit flustered after leaving Simon’s. These men just got back after being gone for months and seemingly all decided to throw you for the mindfuck of the century. But he was right, you need to talk to Kyle. He’s the one person you trust to be upfront, to tell you if you’re being crazy.

Or maybe to tell you that there’s room for you, after all. Maybe there really is enough love to go around.

You tuck your legs under you, wrapping your fingers around the mug Kyle hands you as he settles on the couch across from you.

“The guys said to tell you ‘bye’. Ol’ man was getting tired and cranky, but Tav said he’ll take you to the store tomorrow?”

“Oh, yeah, no, that’s okay. I’ll call him in the morning.”

His eyes map your face, you’re certain he can see you trying to wade through the ocean of questions in your mind. “Everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, just got a lot on my mind… Simon - he said we should talk?” There’s a tremble of nervousness in your voice, but you try to cover it with a laugh. He notices, of course. His hands flexing over his knees, his head nodding to your words.

“About what?”

“I guess about… you? And him, and John, and Soap.” Willing your voice to stay stable, praying that you’re not going too far, you clarify, “All of you, being together?”

His eyes widen just slightly. But he straightens in his spot, nodding. “What did he say, exactly?”

Simon’s voice echoes in your memory and you grin, “He called you his boy.” You don’t mention he also called him yours. Not yet.

“Did he, now?” Kyle chuckles, tongue smacking against his teeth as he looks to the side, flattered and embarrassed. So fucking cute. But his face changes, hardening again. “Do you, I mean, does that..?”

“What? Make me feel weird? Not at all.” You tell him simply. “You know I’ve never cared about that stuff. And I mean, it makes sense, the four of you, together. I’ve had a feeling for a while, to be honest.” You set your mug down to grab his hand, “As long as you’re all happy.”

He squeezes, keeping your hand in his when you try to pull away. “Are you happy?”

“What?”

“Are you happy, just being roommates, just being friends?” There’s a desperation you can tell he just barely swallows down, and your heart rate increases again.

You stay there for a bit, teetering on the edge, unsure if taking this leap is worth the risk, if you’re ready to leave the comfort of safety and replace it with the unknown. Though, you suppose it’s not very comfortable, not like being loved would be. And where would you be safer, if not in their arms?

“No. I’m not. I do want more, with all of you.” He looks stunned, his shoulders raising with a held inhale. The fear sets in again, unsure where you went wrong, where you misunderstood. You backpedal, “If you want me, I mean. If not, I’ll just shut up, and let you all be-”

“Shh, stop,” He breathes your name, your hand still held tightly in his, as if you may slip through his fingers. “We’re a lot to handle, you know that already. But we’ve talked about this, about you, and I lo- fuck- we all care about you, so bloody much. It would mean the world to be able to call you my girl. Our girl.”

“You are a possessive lot, aren’t you?” You move closer, sitting on your knees next to him, your free hand smoothing over his chest. “I want to try… but you promise everyone is okay with this? This feels like it should have been a group discussion.”

“Trust me, it was. And it will be, when you’re ready, we’ll all sit down, go over everything. This, our relationship, it doesn’t work without being fully transparent.” He hesitates. “Which means, if it gets to be too much, and I mean the moment we’re too much, you have to tell us, and we’ll… go back, to whatever you need. Do you understand?”

You nod, now feeling the stubble along his jaw, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, the curve of his lips.

“C’mon, sweets, I need words. Please.”

“I understand. I want this. I want you, Kyle, all of you.” He doesn’t back away, letting you close the gap, his breath hitching as your lips meet. His good hand releases yours, instead pulling you closer by the back of your head.

His lips are soft, but you run your tongue over the rough split in the skin, his tongue brushing against yours with a sigh. He tastes like your Kyle. Like your security, and your stability. You feel like you’ve been lost, stranded with no sense of direction, but like a beacon, he’s drawn you in, and brought you to the safety of home. There’s a tender demand in his kiss, an intoxicating mix of desire and resistance, like he’s just barely holding himself back from digging into you, teeth first.

There’s a small part of you that’s still scared, still nervous that this leap may have been for nothing. That they may find they didn’t have room for you in their fold, that they were already spread too thin. That this was a mistake. A part of you that is terrified you’ll be the one to shatter the beautiful stained glass of their love, to wreck everything they’ve built for themselves.

But when the man in front of you pulls back, the smile on his face melts your worries away in an instant. You know there will be a learning curve, and you know it will be scary and hard, but you have faith in their support, you know they’ll go at your pace, answering all of your questions, soothing all of your concerns.

You know that this is only the start of something truly beautiful.

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ring ; john price

summary: here’s my thoughts on price fingering you with his ring on. this is also my birthday present for @loveyhoneydovey !! i love ya! i hope this cheers you up and that you enjoy your birthday! <333

warnings/tags: 18+, afab, fem reader, written with plus size reader in mind but it can be read as size neutral if need be, pure smut, no plot, fingering, emphasis on his size (big hands/thick fingers), clit play, pussy slapping, cum eating, married price and reader.

word count: 1-1.5k at least

The hard wood was cold against your bare thighs as he had you sat on his desk in front of him. Your panties were pulled down to your ankles, revealing your already dripping cunt to your husband who is sat right in front of you.

Your husband’s forehead was pressed against yours and his lips were so close, you could feel his breath fanning against your face.

He had started out by trailing one finger up and down your wet slit to gather your juices. Moving agonizingly slow, taking his sweet time in pleasuring you. Using his other hand to hold your thigh, keeping your legs pried apart for him.

His hairy arm brushed up against your plush thigh as he started reading your folds.

“Look at how wet you are. All for me, Isn’t that right?”

He used one finger to spread your juices along your slit, before letting a second finger join in. That second finger was his ring finger, where his wedding band rested, all gold and engraved with your name along the inside. Then he used those two fingers to play with your slippery folds, but never dipping inside.

Those two fingers move to trace little figure eights in your slit, enjoying how slippery and slick your lips were because of how wet you had gotten.

“Uh-huh,” You nodded quickly, restraining the urge to buck your hips into his hand. You knew you had to be good, acting up would only get you so far. “Just for you.” You were in such a daze that you didn’t even notice how his lips quirked up into a grin at your words.

Stay still, stay still. You knew you had to be patient. You just had to wait.

Thankfully, he didn’t make you wait for long this time. Because before you knew it, he was dipping those two fingers inside of you.

He slips them inside inch by inch, giving a quiet chuckle at how easily they slide in. His eyes burn into you as he eases his fingers in, looking at how your brows were furrowed and your mouth was slightly open in a pant.

“Oh, god,” Your breathy moans fill the privacy of his office, mixing with the lewd wet noises produced by his thick fingers plunging inside your soaked cunt.

You couldn’t stop your hips from bucking and gasping when he’s pushing those two fingers in knuckle deep. The slight burn that came from the intrusion mixed with the feeling of being filled made that warmth in your stomach grow hotter.

What made that feeling even more intense was the cold metal of his wedding band that was flush against the walls of your cunt. The harsh temperature was such a contrast to the warmth of your entrance, it was driving you crazy in the best way possible.

To make the knot in your stomach tighten even more, the ring just added that extra ridge to his already thick finger. With every pump of his fingers inside your pussy, his cold ring rubbed against your soft walls so fucking good.

While the metal of his wedding ring was sending shivers through your core, your own wedding ring was sitting comfortably on your ring finger. A silver band with a perfect arrangement of diamonds that were all the perfect size, and his name engraved along the inside of the band. Just like your name was engraved along the inside of his.

Your own moans grew stronger, just like the wet noises, when his fingers started moving at a furious pace.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, searching for something, anything to keep yourself grounded in reality. One hand flew to clutch at his dark hair, fingers threading through his soft strands. Your other hand moved to grasp at his muscular arm that was positioned between your legs. The muscles flexed with every plunge of his fingers inside your cunt.

“That feel good?” He murmurs, watching as you nod for him, eyes half lidded and pupils blown wide with lust.

“God, yes!”

His gaze dropped and zeroed into your lips, all bitten and shiny from spit. It took every ounce of willpower to not just crash his lips onto yours and devour you. He wanted to hear every whine and gasp and moan, and unfortunately he needed your mouth unoccupied to be able to do so.

So he settled for the next best thing, worshipping your neck.

He moved down to your jaw and started showing much needed love and attention to your skin. You could feel his beard scratch against your skin as he left open mouthed kisses along your jaw, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin.

“Yeah?” He teases, beard scratching your skin as he continues mouthing your jaw. “Feels good having my fingers buried in that sweet cunt?”

Right at that moment, he curled his fingers in search of that spongey spot that made your toes curls. He never stopped pumping his fingers in and out, he just started curling his fingers in tandem with every plunge inside. He heard your breath hitch and knew he was close to finding it. He figured this was the perfect time to slip in a third thick finger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You babble mindlessly as his fingers keep stretching you out, with him growing dangerously close to finding your g-spot.

“Just a little bit more and..” He pushed his fingers further inside and curled them over and over until he feels you jerk and buck against his hand.

“Oh, fuck—,” You cut yourself off with a choked sob as his fingers tapped that sensitive spot that had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

“There it is.” You could feel him smirk against your neck.

Now that he found the spot that made you writhe, he started abusing it.

Pumping his fingers in your tight hole at a furious pace, hitting that soft spot every single time. He felt you clench around him so fucking perfect, reminding him of how you would always squeeze around his cock and milk him dry.

While his fingers were busy fucking you, his mouth went back to work on your neck. His full beard scratching your skin as he licked and sucked at your sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

“So fuckin’ tight, love. You just needed me to take you apart, huh?” He all but growls into your neck, teeth scraping at your pulse point. You can feel the vibrations from his words rumble against you. “Needed to soak my fingers? Hmm?”

You can’t even bring yourself to answer his questions, and he knows it, as the only thing that can escape your lips are moans and cries.

John has taken to sucking on your pulse point, then biting and tugging with a rumble from deep in his chest.

Every single bit and lick and suck from his torturous mouth went straight to your weeping pussy, which was quickly inching towards its release.

You knew full well that you wouldn’t last much longer, and he knew that just as much as you did. Maybe even more so, because you were hugging his fingers so damn tight.

He fucking loved it. He loved how slippery your cunt was and how much you were clenching down on his fingers, and he especially loved how your juices were dripping down onto his hand.

He wanted to feel you gush all over his fingers, and he wanted to feel that now.

So he used the pad of his thumb to rub rough circles on your swollen clit, all while he used three fingers to hit that sensitive spot over and over and over.

“C’mon, c’mon. Come f’ me.” He groans into the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. His tongue licking a stripe along the span of your neck before sucking your soft skin.

If your sharp gasp and desperate bucking of your hips against his hand were any indication, you were about to come.

“Yeah,” he eggs you on, “that’s right. Give it to me.”

So he circled his fingers inside of you, not only hitting that sensitive spot perfectly but also rubbing the area around it. The rough pad of his thumb just kept furiously rubbing at your swollen clit.

At that exact moment, he licked at the crook of your neck before biting down, hard.

“Oh, fuck!” You wail, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth hanging open. Your pussy throbs and flutters as you squeeze around his fingers, your legs twitching and writhing from all of the stimulation.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wild wave as you squirt all over his fingers and drench his palm in the process.

He couldn’t help himself as he pulled his soaked hand out from your cunt, before using it to lightly slap your swollen clit. He smiled as he watched your hips jolt and your cunt squeeze around nothing.

“There you go, good girl.” Was all your husband said, husky voice dripping with praise, before he did something that had your pussy throbbing once more.

He lifted his soaked hand up to his mouth and licked your juices clean off. His gaze burned into yours as he licked a broad stripe along his palm before sucking each finger clean with a pop. Then finally, licking his wedding band clean as it rested on his ring finger.

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