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mockerycrow · 7 months

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The 141 boys having to physically hold back their much smaller but freakishly strong female teammate or S /O when someone is stupid enough to insult her and/or her boys

!!fem!reader!! — can interpreted as platonic or romantic

“Fuckin’ hell, hey—“ Price hisses as he stumbles, his arm wrapped around one of yours as Soap holds onto your other arm. They’re both in stances to hold you back yet despite your size, BOTH of them are struggling. Soap lets out a grunt as you struggle, nearly ripping yourself out of their grips. “Let go of me, lemme show that son of a bitch a piece of my mind—“

Gaz steps in front of your line of sight, holding his hands up as if he’s calming a wild animal. “Heyy, let’s just calm down, yeah? Their words aren’t worth anything, sweetheart.” You look at him desperately, your tone still filled with frustration and rage. “They have no right to say what they fucking said, Gaz! How could you let that slide?? And in front of the other recru—“

Your angry yelling is cut off with a familiar large, warm hand wrapping around the back of your neck and squeezing. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, the anger still stirring but no longer boiling over—you stop struggling. “Take a deep breath, love.” Ghost rumbles from behind, causing the hair on the nape of your neck to stand up against his gloved palm.

You obey, taking a deep breath. “Good, now breathe out slowly.” Price says lowly, his voice closer than normal—he must’ve stepped closer. “That’s it, lass. Good, another?” Soap utters, making you nod. You take another deep breath and as you do, you feel a hand—Gaz’s, as the hand is coming from in front of you—touch your cheek and then your forehead.

“There we go.” Ghost hums, letting go of your neck. You open your eyes and the other two let go of you, Gaz putting his hand on your shoulder. “Better?” Gaz asks softly, making you nod in response. “Better.” You confirm, causing Soap to chuckle. “Nearly ripped my arm off, bonnie. Keep that strength in check, why dont’cha?”

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deunmiu-dessie · 2 months

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!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” !reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. !reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

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sagi-tori-ous · 2 months

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Simon Riley aka Ghost has returned home from work— his muscles sore and fingers cramped from the drills he had to teach the subordinates. It's not unusual, more so common than not seeing his position. He was passionate about his job, you could tell the way Simon Riley put his all into it, day in and day out.

Yet, that wasn't the only thing he was passionate about...nor was it the only thing he put his all into.

"f-fuck~" you moan out, hands slipping on the smooth marble counter, fingers scratching at the surface as your pushed forward. An ache settling in your mid abdomen from the counter being pressed against it.

"mhm..." Ghost groans, palming your right ass cheek before delivering a loud smack to it, "just like that," he encourages whilst his hips slam against your backside, slithering the same hand up to encircle your engorged hips, "take it just like that."

The deep velvety tone of his voice does nothing to help the slick trail dampening your inner thighs and lubricating you where you needed it the most.

With each push and pull you could feel the knot in your stomach growing— the pressure building up is unbearable in the best way.

You lean on your pointed toes, driving yourself farther up the counter in an attempt to put some distance between you and the pleasure.

"too much.." You whimper when your stomach starts to cave and your legs start to shake.

Ghost is quick to grab the back of your neck, pulling you back until you settle against his chest.

clicking his tongue, "you were doing so good." You hear him mumble closely to your right ear, lips brushing against your lobe "you want me to stop?" He questions rhetorically, settling into a slower pace.

"No!" You shake your head hastily—you never wanted him to stop—you try to push your pelvis back against his throbbing cock but the hand on your hip halts your movements.

A tremble sets into your body as you feel him pull all the way out until your pussy could only flutter against the tip.

"No?" He questions, circling the hand on the back of your neck to the front, grasping it firmly and angling your face towards his, "but you said too much." He teases, easing only a portion of his cock into your sopping cunt.

A chill slides down your spine at his dark unwavering gaze, "don't stop." You whine, desperation painting your face.

Ghost looks at you expectantly— he wasn't one to give commands to, if you wanted something you had to ask, or beg.

"please!" Your ass impatiently wiggles against his lower half but you couldn't back up enough to get what you craved, "please, I'm sorry! Please don't stop!" You beg him shamelessly, apologizing without reason.

Your body suddenly lurches forward, breath catching in your throat as he impales you with his cock, a groan leaving his lips as your cunt greedily welcomes him back.

"Then stop running."

𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: @deunmiu-dessie (I'm taking my ass to sleep friend but I owed you🩵)

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫: @cafekitsune @pwixi

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loveindefinitely · 4 months

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johnny 'what's mine is theirs' mactavish with an oblivious reader. task force 141 x reader.

-> polyamory, afab!fem!reader,

when you first meet your boyfriend's friends, you see them as a good group of men. hard workers, maybe slightly jaded, but respectfully and generally funny. you can see why johnny seems to rant about them so much, and why he holds the other three in such high regard.

gaz is the first to talk to you. he compliments your apartment, the design -- comments on your hair, too. makes you smile wide and engage in light conversation, feeling nothing if not comfortable.

ghost -- the one johnny has talked about the most -- looks you up and down and gives you a short nod. that's all the recognition you get, before the towering man turns to talk to your boyfriend with little regard. you feel oddly jealous at the dismissal, and how animated johnny seems to be with the lieutenant.

price brings you in for a hug, brushing his lips over your cheek. it's a familiar gesture, one that sparks heat in your cheeks as his hand falls to your waist. when you look to johnny -- still in conversation with ghost -- his eyes shine with something you can't quite comprehend.

it isn't until you're all seated around your dining table, that johnny smoothly asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear,

"feel like sharin', gorgeous?"

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mh073099 · 8 months

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Just a blurb/ thought bc I don’t have the ability to right a full fic of this aesthetic that I need and desperately crave.

Captain John price who is secretly tatted the fuck up.

Captain John price who has piercings and hangs out in tattoo shops when he’s home from deployments, Simon and him have the same artist.

Captain John price whos married to the artist he met when he got his first tattoo at 20.

The Prices are one bad ass couple bro, they look fucking good. John wears Combat boots, jeans and plain black or white t shirts and beanies. Simple and effective. Tatted the fuck up. The beanie like god damn daddy.

Captain John price whos home is a dark eclectic style, comfortable in leather and dark tones that are comfy and cozy with the candles and cigar smoke lingering in the air.

Tattoo Artist!reader who wasn’t necessarily into John when they first met, but hey that’s a paying client. But then he kept coming back, to get more tats of course because John also finds the artists shop to be relaxing and comfortable and they let him smoke during their sessions, and the artist is really nice on the eyes and oh the softness of their touch contrasting the precise pressure of the gun- oh maybe there’s going to be a problem.

Tattoo Artist!reader who notices as time pass, john gets harder, war will do that to ya. His gruffer, voice deepening and the lines around his eyes starting to show. He grows a beard. His eyes still shine with a stubbornness that looks like it could intimidate death itself. But they go so soft when your eyes meet across the counter as he walks in. Oh that charming ass smile is growing on you. Don’t fool yourself, that smile had you from the get go, we’re just all in denial.

And that’s how you find yourself here. Tattoo gun buzzing in your hand, wearing nothing but John’s oversized t shirt, and sprawled across his large thick thighs. Concentration at 100% while you ink up your lover.

John’s leaning his head back, cigar in one hand, your waist in the other giving (not so) gentle squeezes, kneading the love handles on your hips. Smoke travels past his lips as he stares down at you through his lashes. He’s shirtless, ink going all the way down and disappearing under the waist band of his gray sweatpants. They hide legs that are tatted to hell.

It’s a chest piece for the 141 that constantly grows. His way of holding his found family close to his heart. They’re apart of him. So you’re not going to mess this up…but oh, oh it is hard when he’s looking at you through half lidded eyes that emulate the dirtiest sin, and you feel him harden under you. You’re grinding subtly in his lap.

The buzzing stops as you wipe away ink and you feel his hand at your chin, tilting up.

Lips come down on yours before you know it.

The kiss is breathless, feels like an attack in a way. All teeth, bites and nips. His hand moves to behind your head, pulling you in more. It doesn’t last long enough, and next thing you know you’re both pulling away for air.

“What was that for?” You question

“Like you don’t know what you do to me.” A gruff reply leaves his lips, a rumble in his chest.

SIR NO ITS WHAT YOU DO TO US

#john price x reader #captain johnathan price #john soap mactavish x reader #cod #cod x reader #blurb #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghostsoap #task force 141

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pure-oddity · 27 days

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(PT2) Had an idea for a kind of open relationship with price and -

Captain price who leaves an open offer on the table for all his subordinates. He's a good Captain, a caring and attentive Captain. Likes to give what's his a reason to stay his. So he offers up his attentions and services, helping the needy sergeants and the high-strung lieutenant relax and just let go for a moment.

Offers the same to you, much to your embarrassment. You've walked in on him with the boys more than once.

Soaps mouth stretched wide around the Captains cock, nose pressed against a full happy trail while he drools and cries.

Heard Gaz's breathy whines, sat on his captains cock while the man fists the sergeants cock.

And through the crack of a door watched as the big bad ghost is bent over and fucked tenderly, ears straining to hear hushed praise and words of affection.

You deny yourself to the point of hysteria. High strung, vicious, teeth bared and biting at friend and foe alike. Until you can't. Until his fingers look too good, and your thighs part open at the rumble of his voice. With wet eyes and trembling lips you try to beg for what you want - only to be hushed by your captain because -

"I know what you need darling, it's alright. Captains got ya' "

#odd blurbs #captain price #captain price x reader #and if you dont think hed set up 'playdates' betweeen you and the others than ur wrong #guiding you through the stretch of ghost #holding you while soap takes you like a feral beast #plats kisses on yours and gazs shoulders while you ride the sergeant to oblivion #I JUST WANNA FUCK THAT OLD MAN!!! UHG #poly 141 #service top!price

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teddy-bear-baby · 4 months

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Can't get the thought out of my head of crow hybrid!y/n joining hybrid!TF141 and just stealing random things from them. Not out of malice or ill intent but just because that's what they do.

At first, it's just random things they leave lying around the base or safehouses but it escalates the closer y/n becomes with each member. One of Ghost's extra masks that he'd never notice went missing or a cigar that Price never even lit. Random pocket knives or a pen that one of them carried around for a while. Just little things that 141 doesn't notice but y/n's crow brain sees as important because of the memories tied to them.

Eventually, 141 would notice the missing items and start questioning their memory. Price wondering why he's suddenly miscounting his remaining cigars because he definitely shouldn't have to buy more until tomorrow. Ghost who's positive he shouldn't have to do the washing until tomorrow but... where the hell is that clean mask? Soap who can't for the life of him find that pocket knife he swore he left right there on that table a couple days ago. Gaz, who needs to fill out this paper for Price but the pen he keeps in his pocket seems to have fallen out somewhere.

It's not until y/n gets sick and needs caring for that they finally realize that y/n has been collecting little things and placing them around their room. Shiny objects and rocks litter every flat surface, some hang around the room. Amongst the shiny objects and rocks are the items that have been making 141 question whether their minds are slipping. Each of these items holds a significant memory for y/n even if the others don't understand.

Soap's knife that was used to cut the sleeve from his shirt as a makeshift bandage the first time y/n was injured under 141's watch. The pen Gaz had been using the day he finally expressed that he saw y/n as just as important to the team as all the others. Price's cigar that he had set down so he could help comfort y/n when they couldn't quite get a handle on their emotions after a stressful mission. The mask with the graze mark on the cheek that Ghost had been wearing when he threw all caution to the wind and tossed his own body over y/n's as they were shot at by a sniper.

TF141 was baffled by the sight at first, a bit perturbed even. But eventually, they come to realize the meaning of it all and start leaving random things around the base just for y/n. Collecting shiny rocks and bullet casings from their missions and 'forgetting' them around the base. On rare occasions, they'll just walk up and hand y/n random things just to see the bright smile as their onyx-colored wings ruffle with excitement.

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deunmiu-dessie-sideblog · 1 month

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i can't be the only one who legit ruins their panties when any of the c.o.d men say, "on me." ☹️

i just can't be

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reaper-chan666 · 4 months

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Because it feels like -27 degrees Fahrenheit outside right now.....

Snake Hybrid! Reader x Taskforce 141

Snake Hybrid! Reader, who isn't exactly exothermic (cold blooded,) but has an extremely hard time regulating their body temperature. Tending to hide under mountains of blankets in winter, even having to have special clothes and gear for missions in colder environments. Thriving in hot environments, but when they need to cool off, they just find the nearest cool water source and drench themselves.

After having his water bottle stolen about 8 times, Gaz starts carrying an extra water bottle for them. But even that gets old, and by the time the middle of summer hits, Ghost and the others have bought them a pool. Ghost picking them up, one hand on the back of their neck, immobilizing their head, and the other hand wrapped around their midsection, lugging them to the pool, and dumping them in, immediately cooling them off and becoming their favorite spot. Suddenly, 3 other pools show up at different places on base, with signs that say, **CAUTION: SNAKE PIT**

Snake Hybrid! Reader who, when grumpy, becomes a nope rope. Whether it's rearing up and back like a cobra, wrapping (attempting to) their arms around the Tf 141 boys and squeezing like an anaconda, or making a sound like a rattlesnake's rattle, makes their displeasure and mood known to all. At first, Ghost is the only one willing to deal with grumpy reader, but the others slowly learn how to handle them as well, and they all know when it's time to leave reader alone.

That's all for now! Maybe more to come!

#cod fanon #cod blurbs #hybrid reader #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #not canon #don't like it? don't read it.#reaper-chan's writings

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zvdvdlvr · 10 months

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on tv!?

“you were on t.v.!?” kyle asked in disbelief. his jaw was basically on the floor as you just shrugged.

“only for like a year or two… until i transferred schools,” you casually said, still reading your book. simon, kyle, johnny, and price all stared at you in different levels of shock.

you attended an ivy league school for volleyball. and. you didnt tell anyone. until now.

soap’s eyebrows reached his hairline. “an’ yeh didn’ think ta tell us, ey? we had teh find out frommuh old video? i thought we were a team, lass. we tell each other everythin’!”

you laughed. “everything? i don’t think so, johnny-boy. beside the fact i shattered my wrist and broke my ankle like three times, i rode the bench most the time-“

“but you were on the fookin’ telly!” ghost protests.

price opened his mouth.

“don’t start, price,” you said.

price closed his mouth.

as soap and gaz bickered about your skill level and your old teammates, ghost and price still watched you read.

“and they wonder why i don’t tell them anything,” you mumbled to yourself.

#crazy kj's blurbs #sfw.kj #simon riley x reader #soap x gaz x ghost #soap x male reader #soap x fem reader #captain johnathan price #captain price #tf 141 #x reader #fluff #jules writes 📓🖊#141 #mw2 #codmw2 #modern warfare #cod #cod x reader #volleyball player

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deunmiu-dessie · 2 months

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boyfriend!ghost who's just a little bit older. boyfriend!ghost who wears a black leather jacket. boyfriend!ghost who has a bad reputation. boyfriend!ghost who uses you to warm his bed. readers!mama who doesn't trust him. readers! mama who says, "he's only here for one thing," but, so are you. ˙ᵕ˙

"s'too big, si--!! wait!"

simon grips your chin and turns your head to face him, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, thick cock spearing through your slick, gummy walls, his pierced tip nudging your spongey nerves. “you were jus' begging me earlier, hm? does it feel good sweetheart?”

your dripping cunt clings to him, a creamy ring of cum starting to form on his cock. you whine, lips parting and thighs shaking. your voice fails you, his cock bullying your cervix and punching the words from your throat, only a shamefully loud moan escapes your trembling lips.

simon snickers and covers your mouth with his hand. "don' want y'r mum to hear, do we?"

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sagi-tori-ous · 1 month

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Older Boyfriend Price was very active, willingly—of course his line of work needed him to be in tip top shape but he enjoyed a multitude of things that kept the body moving.

Hiking, Running, Swimming, Fucking, etc.

There wasn't much he wasn't capable of doing and he loved to extend the gesture your way.

The waves traverse down the rigid rocks in a continuous fashion, the sound whooshing through your ears, reminiscent of one holding a conch shell to hear the sea.

Your knees were on a grassy patch of land, a numbness setting in but you couldn't bother to care at the moment.

How could you be able to care when your face was being stuffed with Price's cock?

His hands had bunched up your hair without a care, messing whatever hairstyle it was in as he tugged your head farther back to sink every inch of his fat throbbing length down your greedy throat.

"Hungry thing aren't ya'?" He chided, in awe at how easily you throated him.

You could only moan around him, there wasn't anything to disagree about, if you could keep his cock stuffed down your throat you would.

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elysian-i · 7 months

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Interesting Creatures

Summary: The reader doesn’t know that Ghost and Simon Riley are one person. He finds it rather funny.

Warnings: Probably has a thousand inaccuracies. Just fluff or crack i’m not sure. Medic!Reader. Age Gap. Reader is shorter than ghost. He’s down bad but doesn’t show it. Rushed, maybe bad writing.

a/n: actually haven’t written in like a year so 🤩 that’s that. this is very short.i also love that picture of addison.

NAVIGATION

“Just saying– man seems like an interesting creature” The voice seemed to be coming from nearly a foot below him, Simon looked downwards, tilting his head and could see only a small head covered by a black hood and light blue trousers on their legs.

“Anyways– this Simon Riley, I'll get to him in a while then” She says, nodding at the officer behind the desk and turning round on her heels. She only acknowledged Simon with a nod, not giving him another glance as so many others do, as though it was an everyday thing to see a man with a skull on his face.

He pauses for a moment, because she is quite– pretty. Lovely enough to make one stop whatever preoccupied them and just admire the sight presented in front. He looks away quickly– because good god, that not who he is, he doesn't go around gawking at women, but he wants to gawk this one as long as she would let him.

She squeezes past him and leaves the office. The man on the desk grins knowingly at Simon. “Why does she know my name?” He inquires. “Well she doesn’t actually does she? Ghost and Simon are separate to her.”

“Yeah I figured” he says huffing.

“I just needed a few signatures from you, she was gonna go and get them”

“Shouldn't you call ‘er back? I’m here, might as well get it over with” He's not sure what makes him say that. Whether it was logic and reason or whether it was the urge to see that scenery again.

“I’ll save her the heart attack– for now, you'll be back her at your desk by the time she comes to it. Let’s talk jus’ now” He smiles and Simon nods, taking a seat. Behind his mask he smirks faintly, thinking just how entertaining it could be, seeing her put together the puzzle as she’d enter his office. See the look of terror in her face, it was the one thing recruits were good at anyway.

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There is a knock at his door, it’s small, hesitant. Then there's that voice again. “May I come in?” It asks.

Come all you want he thinks to himself. But he clears his throat and tells her to come inside. The door opens and she steps in with the same attire. But she stops right as she enters, looking at him. Eyes pinching, head turning back to look at the plate drilled on the door, then she looks back at him.

"No. Uhm- no- Lieutenant Riley?"

"Yes?" he answers back, grinning ear to ear under the mask. But he withdraws any playfulness from his voice. He sighs.

"You're at the right door, I do believe I am the interesting creature."

Her little face goes blank for a moment, looking away from him and straight and the wall, she doesn't move or breathe. He notes the scrunch of her nose. Then she looks at him and smiles ever so awkwardly. Her eyes crinkling with fear still. “I - did not- that was- what? That was a compliment”

He likes that and he’s not sure why, he likes that she is flustered and bothered. And that he’s the one teasing her, he’d never been one to indulge in these sort of habits but he thinks, just this once.

“S’that so?”

She’d gone red, ears and cheeks scarlet bright, he eyes her again for a moment. His eyes fall down to her- what were those- fucking crocs? With stickers on them?

He’s amused, so amused. He notices the way she hides them away. Pushing them behind each other.

“Well, what’cha want?”

“Ah. l– need you to sign a few forms.”Her voice so much smaller than before. But she steps towards his desk and hands them over. Her hand only reaching the ends of the boards as she grips it while his own almost covers it whole.

Simon looks them over, printing his signature on them in a neat scrawl. She doesn't even look at him, her sole focus on the walls and the floors and the windows.

“You new?”

“Hmm?” She raises her brows questioningly, as though brought back from another world and carelessly brushes aside the tufts covering her pretty eyes. Her hood is down and her hair is tied into a fussed up pony tail.

“Oh- yes fairly”

He gives her a nod and goes back to reading the document. She smelt nice, he thought. There were small ripples of fragrance coming off of her. Fresh and maybe a little floral. So unlike the usual smell of dirt and dust. It was like sitting next to an open window.

After several more minutes, she speaks. “I’m sorry– that I– called ya a creature. Wasn’t nice”

She seemed to be a bad conversationalist, more so than him even. Simon dismisses her words, he only asks, “Name?”

She says it, and Simon repeats it, feeling it dance off his tongue. Beautiful sounding name for a beautiful looking person and all that. “You're a medic then?” He questions, though there’s no need to, she held that Dr. in her name with pride.

“Yes sir”

He holds her gaze for a moment. Then gives her back the forms and such. And as she begins to leave, he wraps a finger round her wrist and feels her go frozen. “Don’t go around telling my name to people. Address me only as Ghost. Got that?”

Even through his glove, he could feel the smoothness of her skin. He feels a burn go through his stomach, her wrists would fit so easily in one palm, they’d melt in it. And he knows, that it’ll never be so. Because he’s him.

"Yes sir"

And he lets go.

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curtsycream · 4 months

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Blurb

this is shit but I can’t get the idea of SOA AU Ghost video chatting his girlfriend for video sex. Idk just me, I doubt it.

Simon enjoyed many things about his girlfriend but one thing seemed to stick out over all else. It was the expressions and sounds she would make while her fingers were buried deep in her cunt. It was a turn-on that he witnessed a lot through the screen of his computer.

“Add another finger lovie, you can take more than two. We both know that..” his voice was always raspy during moments like that. He couldn’t help it with one hand wrapped around his cock and the other gripping his desk. She was a sight to behold as he stroked his cock to her sputtering moans.

Her legs were always parted giving him a clear view of her fingers disappearing inside of herself. The needy moans leaving her lips were always paired with her teary eyes. She would always be close to her climax but knew she couldn’t until he said so.

Simon’s voice becomes a low growl, his desire is evident. “That's it, baby. Let me hear you moan... You sound so fucking good." He was watching intently as she continued to pleasure herself. His pace aligned with hers though his gradually became faster. It was never enough for him to just hear and see her he craved being there.

Her back arched as she used three fingers to fuck herself. Her pussy visibly clenching and unclenching around her fingers. “Simon..” she moans out.

His voice becomes low and commanding, "Fuck, lovie. Keep fingering yourself until you come undone. Show me how much you want it. That’s it cum for me..” His eyes burn with desire as he watches her pleasure herself eagerly.

Her eyebrows furrow as she tosses her head back. Her legs tremble as she cums hard around her fingers. When she pulls her fingers out a string of cum connects her fingers to her pussy.

The sight was enough for him, letting out a moan of his own he came. His hand gripping the desk twitched as he looked down at the mess he made of his pants. Looking back up towards the camera the corner of his lip quirked up. “Look at you, always so good for me. Only three more weeks,” he told her.

The thought was enough for her, she couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he got home. But for now, she would be satisfied with this, after all, it was only temporary.

#x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod 141 #task force 141 #tf 141 #smut blurb #ghost blurb #18+ post #18+ content #cod au #biker!ghost #mechanic!ghost

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bug-bites · 4 months

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west side apartment, paper plane

tw: brief non-graphic mentions of ghost going thru war stuff and ghost's backstory in the comics (changed a few details because this is fanfic. duh), slight angst (bc yk,, yearning) but sort of fluff if ghost had a dollar for every moment he spent yearning he would have enough money to retire and live a happy life away from the military, also we're pretending british chinese takeout is good, not proofread :P

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader (like always can be read as platonic or romantic)

characters: simon "ghost" riley

a/n: i hate how fucking massive the song link is but yk what its fine. but i am back and in a laufey moment!

simon has lived an interesting life, maybe he wouldn’t use interesting. if he could describe it he would probably use words like terrifying, cruel, or for a lack of better terms, shitty. from the moment he was born it seemed like misery and tragedy followed him around like a stray dog, finding its way into every aspect of his existence. his childhood home was always something he wanted to escape, or rather his father was what he wanted to run away from. there were good moments after he kicked the old bastard out, but the ever present threat of tragedy proved that it wouldn’t last. life had been cruel, dealing him possibly the worst hand possible, the only constant being misfortune, that is until you came along.

a temporary living arrangement. thats all it was. rent was a little too much for one person to afford, so you both signed the lease on a crummy, small, mixed-use apartment right in the middle of manchester. it wasn’t much, takeout dinners from the restaurant below and late rent payments were the norm but even with the busted heating, life in that apartment had never felt so warm.

after long shifts at your respective jobs he would come home, plastic bags of takeout in his hands, a sign for you to set a few blankets on the ground before both of you eat ungodly amounts of shrimp fried rice and orange sesame chicken. he could spend hours listening to you speak, nothing made him feel so at home. maybe it was the fact that the food was good and also inexpensive, or maybe it was because he was too exhausted to do anything else, but he loved those long sleepless nights spent sitting on the floor, talking about everything and nothing. simon cant imagine another time in his life when he was genuinely so happy or another time he laughed so hard water came out his nose.

he especially loved opening fortune cookies with you at the end of every meal. sure, he never believed in those fortunes but the idea was always fun to entertain. the sound of the cookie cracking open to expose the slip of paper, revealing what the future had in store for him usually filled him with a childlike curiosity. or at least got a laugh out of him.

“hah, mine says ‘there will be a happy romance for you shortly’. these things really could not be farther from the truth. bet yours is more accurate” you say, popping half of the broken cookie into your mouth “your father loves you and is always with you. remember that.” he reads out loud with a chuckle “oh. that- hm. yeah i take that back”

but the one thing he loved more than opening those silly fortunes with you or the late night dinners was after you both cleaned up the empty takeout boxes, taking the menus and folding them into paper planes. it became a sort of tradition after you got bored and began to mess around with the glossy paper that listed mouthwatering dishes and house specials. he could never get it right, one wing was always too big or his folds were clumsily made and uneven, making them practically incapable of flight but yours were the complete opposite. each crease made was perfect, every intricate pleat skillfully crafted to allow the small paper aircraft to glide through the air with ease. as you tossed your planes off the balcony of your shared flat, the sight of the plane sailing through the air as the sun set always filled the both of you with a sense of nostalgia. and of course you both picked them up and tossed them out because we dont mess w/ littering over here

simon cant help but look back at those simpler times and miss them. he knows from the start it was intended to be temporary, but he’s been through so much chaos and trauma all he just wants a quiet life where he doesnt have to be ghost. he just wants a nice warm home to come back to. it doesnt have to be big, it doesnt have to be expensive, it just has to feel like home. it just has to feel like you. its been so long since the two of you parted ways but as he stares at the last paper airplane that he kept, he cant help but wonder if you feel that way too. as he lies awake in his bed at the military base he’s stationed in, he spends those nights craving that domesticity he had with you. he recalls every memory, every minute detail that made him love that cramped apartment and maybe how he loved you even more.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #x reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #simon “ghost” riley #songfic #can you tell i like writing abt domestic ghost?#anyways laufey songs as cod characters will probably be a series bc i have so much planned tee hee #maybe ill make a poll for whos next :3 #probably just tha 141 but who knows!#bug blurb #Spotify

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💄 💅🏼The 141 boys get a makeover from their daughters 💅🏼💄

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Price🧔🏻‍♂️-

This kid…. Daddy’s princess let me tell you. All she had to do was give him those puppy dog eyes and he was done for

You walked into the house hearing your daughter giggling like crazy. You come around the corner and nearly fall over laughing.

There sits your husband, bad ass tier 1 operator, scout sniper, leader of the deadliest group of people alive, eyes closed..with purple and pink eyeshadow coloring his beard, glitter on his eyelids and eyebrows, bright red lipstick smudged over his lips.

You start to pull your phone out to take a picture and without missing a beat Price points a finger directly at you, eyes still closed. “ Love… you are my world. But so help me if you take that picture.” …….. worth it *click*

Soap 🧼-

You needed a break from the twins so you put their father in charge so you could nap. When you woke up though…it was just a little too quiet. Never a good sign

You head to the girls room and freeze in the door. There is your husband being swarmed by your daughters. One putting sparkly hair clips in his mohawk, strawberry shortcake stickers on his face, red lipstick on his nose and blue lip gloss on his lips.

The other practually painting his hand in nail polish. Constantly complaining that her father “wasn’t sitting still “ and “messing me up”

Your belly laugh gave you away and upon seeing you Soap instantly turned the two on you. “ Well girls I’m so pretty I think your mum is jealous…. Why don’ you do her next”…. You were not able to outrun your husband.

Ghost 👻 -

The poor man never even had a chance. Simon had come back from a mission sick as a dog and took some medicine to help him get some sleep…. It was too easy a target.

You had left him on the couch sleeping for only 10 minutes. That was all your daughter needed to grab her markers and “make daddy pretty”

You came back to find her finishing her masterpiece drawing cat whiskers on Simon’s light blue, green and pink face. He looked like Pablo Picasso‘s worst nightmare.

You wanted to be mad….but god damn was it funny. Oh you are SO sending this to the boys, they owe you big time for this…. When did Simon stop snoring….😨.

Alejandro 💃🏻-

Another man that was completely wrapped around that little girls finger. He would rather walk through hell fire then say “No” to this girl.

So here we are, Alejandro on the ground his daughter placing an obscene number of bows and clips in his thick hair. Holding a hand mirror saying how good he looks now.

Then came the lime green lipstick cheek highlights, the bumblebee yellow eyeshadow and finish with all over red poke-a-dots and glittery beard.

You stood in the kitchen the whole time laughing at the two of them together. After she was done he thanked her with a kiss, sent her to go clean up for dinner and then turned to you and flip his 20 or so bows at you “ You better watch it princesa. You have competition in this house now”

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Nothing and I’m mean NOTHING is more attractive than a father spending quality time with their daughter. I had fun coming up with this. I would have done more but I thought they were getting a bit repetitive.

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