#tf141 imagine

[mushies-stories]

Showering with TF141 for the first time headcanons

TF141Xreader

Warnings: little suggestive, 18+

John Price

Showering with John the first time made you feel like you had been doing it wrong your whole life. 

He has separate shampoo, conditioner and body wash. None of it smells too strong but over is a more masculine scent. He even suggested that maybe you bring some of your own shower supplies over to keep at his place.

He let you take up most of the warm water, the selfless and generous man he is. ^v^

Pampers you. John washes your hair and body without question. 

Thinks grooming each other is not only romantic but also is a strong form of bonding and closeness. He craves your attention and presence and showering together is perfect for that.

He uses a loofah to scrub your body, standing a little closer while he washes your back. His hands are firm but gentle as they caress your body and lather it in soapy suds. 

You lean with your head and back to his chest while his hands massage over your breasts and stomach. Teasing you just a little, fingers grazing along your nipples a little too much as he presses you closer against him. 

When his hand dips between your thighs and he runs his fingers between your folds you can’t contain the little moan you let out. He smiles into the crook of your neck and does it again and chuckles when your back arches, pressing your ass against him.

“Feel good love?” he teases. his hand abandoned your heat to rinse the rest of the soap off your body. With little sighs of protest from you. 

When he washes your hair, his hands are too gentle and so delicate that you could hardly believe they could ever be used for violence. He takes care not to snag any tangles and works them out with his fingers. Your eyes flutter shut when he starts to massage your scalp.

He makes sure not to get the soap in your eyes.

Is more than delighted when you take to washing him as well. Smiles and hands over the loofah. 

Maybe it's just me.. But… I imagine John standing in front of you with your back against the cold shower wall, his arms caging you in while you trail the loofah along his skin. 

It actually takes everything in him not to get to hard and fuck you. He had time for that later. Once you finally moved in he couldn't see a reason why he couldn't shower with you every chance he could get. 

Lets you use his bathrobe and laughs at how big it was on you. Make a mental note to buy you one of your own in your favorite color, but fluffier. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

At first Simon wasn’t sure if showering together would be that good of an idea. He already took up a lot of space. When you finally convinced him and managed to actually fit you both in he was a little surprised. 

You fit but he didn't get as much of the water, otherwise he would take it all.

To your horror Simon uses a 2in1 shampoo and conditioner BUT he does have separate body wash. 

Nothing too extreme or strong for scent. Body Wash is like  irish spring or something but even lighter.

He was going to just take care of himself real fast then focus on you but you stopped him, hand on his arm and reaching for the bodywash yourself. You ask him with those sweet eyes of yours if you can help. He nods silently and lets you do as you please. 

The only thing he has is a sad looking rag so you opt to just use your hands, rubbing the soap over his chest and shoulders, making him turn around so you can reach his back. 

(if you are brave and so desire, you may try and cop a feel, go ahead. Just be ready to get your wrist snatched as he whips back around with a glare.)

But overall he enjoys the attention, it's soothing and relaxing and he's groaning when you wash his hair. Your fingers raking across his scalp helps his mind slow down a little.  

Insists on repaying the favor, being as nice and gentle as you were, caressing your body in his large hands. He had an easier time washing your body than you did his, making sure to reach every little crevasse of your body.

He's tried really hard to be gentle with your hair. He doesn't want to pull on any tangles and ultimately fails. But he kisses your head every time he snagged his fingers in your hair.

“Sorry lovie… not meanin’ta tug so much.” he mumbles an apology. 

Simon decided he didn’t really mind showering together, you actually made it a much more enjoyable process, not just something for necessity. 

After the shower he gives you one of his white shirts that covers just below your ass to lounge in, just to see your still damp body through the thin fabric. 

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny was the one who dragged you into the shower with him with one clear goal. To make you smell like him before you go out with your friends, he had to get up early and decided to stay home.

Only problem.. Mans uses 3in1… granted its extra scented and you won't be able to mistake it was meant for men. But still, your cringe at the thought of using it. Even though you complain the whole time he’s lathering your body up and chuckles at you. 

He doesn't even have a rag, just a true dude really, roughing it in the shower. Just uses his rough calloused hands that sends chills down your spine instead.

Is handsy, can't stop himself from groping your breasts and lingering a little too long between your thighs. Even nipping and kissing your shoulder once he washed your body off. 

You have to bat his hands away to make sure you're not late, knowing you still have to get ready. 

“M’sorry dove, just so pretty and naked for me.” he groans into your ear, holding your back to his chest, hands cupping your breasts. “Sure ya gotta go? Can't just stay’er with me?” he pleads with you. 

You firmly, while giggling from his kisses on your neck, tell him you can't.

When he washes your hair he puts a little too much in and you have to squeeze your eyes shut and rely on Johnny to help you to the water. Teases you when you cling to him in your blinded state.

Honestly he wanted to ask you to wash him too but he knew you were running late so he did it himself quickly so you could get ready. 

Overall you don't mind his playfulness or his touchiness, with more time you would even indulge in it, but with better shower supplies. 

Drapes the towel over your shoulders and wraps you in his arms to keep you warm from the cold air.

good thing you at least had your makeup and outfit with.

You promise to buy a few new things for him, so you feel better about showering at his place. Then you'll make sure to give him the same treatment, with much more time. 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle, like John, has separate products. The scent of his body wash is stronger but with a... spicy?? under-tone to it.

Showering with him is a little slow, and lazy. He normally likes to shower right when he gets up and this time you just happen to join him, wanting to spend as much time with him before he leaves for the day. Not like he was complaining.

Keeps you close so you both can enjoy as much of the warm water as possible. Holds you to his chest most of the time  

Goes to wash himself before you stop him and take the body wash from him with a small smile. His heart flutters when you softly ask if you could help, which he responds to with a tired smile and a nod.

He lets himself relax, enjoying your hands lathering his body in suds. You were gentle and a little hesitant at first but soon gained full confidence when he handed you the shampoo and asked you to wash his hair too. 

You do so happily. You scratch and massage his scalp, making him groan with delight as the relaxing sensation. 

Before you even think of washing yourself, he's doing the exact same thing and stealing the bodywash, telling you it was his turn.

He’s respectful, only gripping onto your hips a little and cupping your breasts for only a moment. He has work and can't give you the attention you deserve. 

But that doesn't stop him too much, still not able to resist grabbing your ass and pulling you in for a lazy kiss.

When he washes your hair, he practically has you falling back asleep while you lean against him. He decided he could just eat on his way to base, making sure you were clean and happy was currently his top priority now.

Takes a moment to hold you under the showerhead, relishing in the warm water and you against him before reluctantly turning the water off.

He only has towels, but they're big and cover most of your body.

While he dresses, you crawl back in bed. Naked and clean. Kyle smirks and tells you that you better be right there, just like that when he gets home tonight. And you happily obliged. 

“Just like that, got it? Want ya naked and ready yeah.” He instructs with a glint in his eye.

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[midnightcrw]

TF141 looking at a picture of Daisy's (Simon's daughter) boyfriend who cheated on her.

"Now, what in the world is this?" Gaz, looking absolutely disgusted, held Daisy's phone as if it were a biohazard.

Daisy, still shedding tears (albeit fewer), occasionally let a tear escape down her face. Her boyfriend's cheating had Simon fuming, and he wasted no time gathering the TF141 for an emergency roast session in the living room.

"I might need to close an eye... nope, it somehow got even worse," Soap commented, genuinely repulsed by Daisy's unfortunate choice in a significant other.

"This is just atrocious," Price muttered under his breath, shaking his head in profound disappointment.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, the room exploded with comments.

"Daisy, did Simon drop you on your head when you were a baby? I thought you had better taste," Gaz quipped.

"You're crying over that?!" Soap exclaimed, with Simon adding, "That's what I said!"

"He looks like a sewer rat," Price remarked, snatching the phone from Gaz for a closer inspection of the boyfriend's face.

"He looks like he snuck onto Earth," Gaz chimed in, while Soap one-upped him with, "He gaslit his way here."

Then Simon, unable to contain himself, declared, "He probably blackmailed his way onto earth." Laughter erupted, and even Daisy managed a slight smile.

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[moonlight1110]

Crawling back to you

ex-boyfriend!Ghost x Reader ; (Late) Valentines Special ;)

Your ex-boyfriend who comes banging at your door in the middle of the night. He desperately wants you back, and when he invites himself in, is there really nothing else you can do?

Tags: afab!reader, p in v, smut, nsfw, vaginal sex, rough sex (kinda idk), mating press, pathetic!Simon, far from canon simon, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, not propfread, proofread anyway BC I hate typos

Notes: planned on writing something for valentines but uni fucked me sideways so im posting today <3

"What the hell..." You jump as three hard knocks come from your door, almost as if the person on the other side was just a second away from breaking it down.

You didn't need to go through your mental library to know who it was, you knew exactly who was at your door at this ungodly hour because who else in their right mind would show up uninvited except him.

With a grunt, you roll off of bed and trudge to your front door. A heavy feeling pressing down on your chest as you got closer and closer to the door, you contemplated if opening it was even a good option, but knowing who was on the other side, choosing to ignore him was going to be a poor decision on your part.

With an tired sigh, you grabbed the door knob, squeezing it as doubts ran through your mind, but you are snapped out of it when he knocks, even harder than before.

"What are you doing?!" You ask, trying not to scream at him to avoid receiving another noise complaint from your overbearing neighbors when you opened the door slightly to peek out the small crack of it. Standing on the other side was someone you knew all too well.

"Let me in" his voice was low as he looked down at you, dark eyes staring at you from the opening of his balaclava. "Please..." He took a step forward, placing a hand on your door, but you stayed firm. "Simon, you can't just come here in the middle of the night and expect me to let you in" you argued, hardening the hand that was holding your door.

"I miss you, baby, come on..." He pushed the door slightly, you knew you wouldn't stand a chance even if you tried your hardest to shut the door. With how strong and large Simon was, trying to fight back against him was next to impossible.

"Simon, please..." You looked at him, brows furrowing. However, even at your attempts to stand by your decision, there was a part of you that wanted him to just push your door open... An unexplainable feeling, you thought.

"Take me back... I'll do anything" He sounded desperate, his voice sounded unlike the person you thought you knew, he sounded hurt, vulnerable, not like the usual stone cold and stoic Ghost you knew.

"You broke up with me remember... You can't just go back on that when you want to" your expression hardened in contrast to his which softened as he looked into your eyes. He regretted it, deeply.

"I did, I know that but I didn't know I would be making the biggest mistake of my life, love..." He steps closer, pushing your door open just a bit again. "Don't call me that... Just don't" you shake your head in disapproval but that small part of you just misses the way he called you that, how it rolled off his tongue like honey, you missed it.

"Just let me in, let's talk... I miss you" the last part comes out as a mumbled plea as he pushes your door open finally, stepping inside like he never left. Those three words just made you want to jump over the boundaries you so desperately tried to build up, but all you could do was step aside and let him in, there was no point in fighting him.

"What's there left to talk about, Simon?" You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as Simon removed his shoes, it looked so familiar next to yours...

"I want you back, I can't fuckin' live without you..." His brows knit together as he looks down at you, reaching out but you step back with a disapproving look. "Then why did you end it in the first place if you were just gonna come back to me anyway..." Your hands fall to your sides with a defeated sigh leaving your lips.

"I told you, it was the distance, my work... I thought breaking up with you would be the best choice for the both f'us..." Ignoring your attempts at creating space between you, he steps closer, caging you between his arms as he leaned against the wall, effectively trapping you under him.

"I was wrong, baby... So fuckin' wrong..." he whispered, his eyes silently pleading for your to just listen. He leaned forward so close you could feel his hot breath even through the fabric of his balaclava.

"I didn't even want to leave you..." You started, your face scrunching as you remembered the events that happened the day he cut things off between the two of you. "You made up so many reasons, so many excuses... You put words in my mouth..." You looked away, feeling your chest tighten again at the recollection of your memories together. It hurt to bring up and remember but with seeing Simon standing in front of you again, it was impossible to push those thoughts away.

"I know, I know..." He took your chin inbetween his index and thumb, willing you to look back at him. His expression was one of guilt and desperation, that much was clear with the way he was looking at you.

"But I can't stand another day without you, been regretting that decision every fuckin' day, love..." He leans in, snaking a hand around your waist. You want to pull away, to push him off and tell him to fuck off from you forever but you don't, you just cant find it in you to push him away when all you wanted was to be with him.

"Those months away from you felt like an eternity, don't wanna feel that anymore..." He pulls you closer, holding you tightly against his chest with his nose now inhaling the scent of your hair from the crook of your neck.

"We can't... This is the type of shit that complicates things, Simon..." you place your hands on his chest as if you even wanna push him off you. "I don't care..." He groans and pulls his balaclava off, breathing against your neck. It makes you squirm the way his hands are travelling down now, you missed it more than you were willingly to openly admit to him anyway, but that's no issue for how your body is responding.

"Fuck if it means we'll get complicated, I need you back..." He kisses at your neck, still familiar with all the spots that just made you melt. "Can't be away from you for another fuckin' day, baby..." He groans, pinning you against the wall by your hips, grinding a knee to your clothed cunt.

"Just say the word and I'll leave..." He groans, giving your throat a good lick all the way to your collarbone as his hands found your ass, kneading like he owned it. "I'll leave and I'll never come back, I won't bother you... But y'need to tell me..." His lips drag along your shoulder as he pulls you closer on his thigh, "Tell me... Tell me y'never wanna see me again, push me away..." He mumbles against the side of your neck.

Your breath hitches in your throat with the way he was talking to you, you knew Simon was a man who was true to his word and once you'd tell him to leave, he would.

"C'mon..." he retracts from your neck and pulls back to look you in the eyes, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are blown out as his eyes flicker over your features like he's trying to memorize every single detail before you told him to leave.

"I..." you scramble to find the words, you wanna tell him to leave but you also want him to stay, you two didn't even end on that much of a bad note, it was a misunderstanding, a poor decision which was made in the heat of the moment...

"Don't leave..." You give in to your emotions, just seeing Simon again after your breakup hurt like hell, but god would you curse yourself if you allowed him to leave again... You couldn't take that, seeing him walk out again, leaving you for the second time.

"Fuck..." He groans as he connects your lips, his hands are pulling at you and pinning you against the wall. It's a passionate and desperate kiss from him, which you return with your own, full of want and the same desperation you craved would be quenched for such a long time. No one did it like him, no one ever loved you like Simon Riley ever did.

Your arms find his neck as your head tilts, allowing Simon to push his tongue past your lips. He doesn't let up, doesn't get up for air, he just fucking wants you, wants to take you right then and there with how much he misses you.

His hands cup your ass as he lifts you up against the all and you wrap your legs around his torso as he finally pulls away from the kiss. "I need you, baby... Fuckin' missed you too much..." he practically growled as he sucked on your neck, walking to your bedroom.

"Simon, calm down..." You mumbled as he set you down on the bed, you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating but that only made him chuckle. "Can't calm down when I have you in my arms again, love" He stared down at you as he leaned back up, removing his shirt quickly.

"Missed you so much..." He whispered against your ear when he dove back down, making space for himself between your legs as he hovered on top of you with his arms on either side of your head. "Missed the way you feel around me..." He hummed while his hands trailed down your waist, to your hips, then just above the hem of your flimsy sleeping shorts.

"Did y'think 'bout me too? hm?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your jaw as his hand travelled under your shorts, his middle finger now circling on your wet clit through your panties. You didn't notice how you ruined your underwear until you felt how slick and uncomfortable it was when Simon pressed harder against your clit.

"Yeah... I did..." you whispered breathily, back arching at the feeling of Simon's thick fingers pleasuring you. He smirks, taking the opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck. "Mmm... Yeah?" He chuckles against your throat, parting your slick covered panties to the side to finally tease at your wet pussy.

"Fuck baby... She missed me didn't she?" he laughs, looking down at the way his hand moved from under your shorts. "Fuckin' pussy missed me too, huh?" He chuckles, as he pushes his thick finger inside you, making you gasp and grip at his arm.

"Simon!" you shut your eyes, back arching as he pressed gentle kisses against your throat. "Relax baby... need to prepare you again, been too long since I've fucked this pretty little pussy..." He coos, adding another finger to stretch you out, curling them so deliciously inside you.

"Fuck... I-" you whimper, sucking in a breath as he finds that spot inside you that just makes you break, he still knows of course, knows every single spot and every single way to make you crumble and submit to him. "I'm gonna cum, Si..." You whisper breathlessly, hands shaking around Simon's arm weakly.

Simon doesn't say anything except give you a cruel chuckle when he waits for the perfect time, just when you're about to cum to take his fingers out and it makes you shoot him a nasty glare. "Why did you do that?!" You whined, but your voice weakens at the sight of the hard bulge under his pants.

"Don't want you cummin' on anything but my cock tonight, love..." he chuckles dangerously, sitting on his knees to unbuckle his pants. He looks down at you with a hunger in his eyes, licking his lips as he finally rolls the zipper down. "C'mon, don't just stare" He smirks, snapping you out of your trance. "Right..." you blink, moving closer to him.

"Good..." he praises as he watches you tug his pants and boxers down together and tossing it down the side of the bed. "Fuck..." He hisses when he's finally free, his dick rock hard and heavy, twitching as beads of precum roll down from the tip. Your breathing quickens when you see it, it's bigger than you remember, thick and running with veins you wish you could memorize.

"On your back..." Simon commands, his voice low as he wraps a hand around his shaft to stroke his dick slowly. "But..." you look into his eyes but he shakes his head with a mean smirk when he looks at you. "As much as I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours, that's gonna have to wait another time" He chuckles, pushing you down on your back by your shoulder.

"I need t'fuck you, baby... Need t'feel you 'round my dick again..." he growls, watching the way your face is flushed and your legs are spread out on either side of his torso. He strokes his dick in his hands as he hums, using his free hand to slide your shorts and panties over your legs, throwing it with his pants.

"Fuckin' hell..." he groans when his eyes finally see your bare pussy, your clit twitching and your entrance clenching around nothing. It makes him fist his cock harder as he runs his free hand down your stomach, his thumb finding your clit and rolling it down in little circles.

"Stop teasing..." you say through gritted teeth as one of your hands grip the sheets under you and the other pressed against Simon's chest. "M'not teasing" He chuckles, tapping his dick on your clit a few times. "Just shut up and fuck me already, Simon..." You whine, slapping his chest pathetically.

"Gettin' feisty now, eh?" he laughs lowly as a low satisfied rumble comes from deep in his throat when he grinds his cock against your pussy, letting it catch your slick. "Need to take it slow, love... I don't wanna hurt you" Simon groans, aligning his tip with your entrance.

"Oh... god-" you breathe out matched with a long moan from Simon as pushes the tip in. It makes a lewd, sort of wet sound when he enters you. It makes your head spin in the way it makes Simon throw his head back as he pushes deeper until he's completely inside you with a hard thrust.

He rolls his thumb over your clit, waiting for your breath to steady. "Doin' so good, baby... Taking me so well..." He coos, pressing on your clit as his eyes narrow on the sight of your body, all hot just for him. "M-move, Si..." You whimper out, closing your eyes tightly and adjusting to the feel of Simon inside you again after so long.

Simon hums while he rolled his hips, slowly thrusting his cock in and out. It's slow so he can let you adjust, help you remember how good he stretches you out that it makes you all dumb and pliable for him. "Mmm, yeah... Feels so good, love" he grunts, his hips moving just a tad bit faster.

He thrusts all the way to the hilt every single time, and it feels like he goes deeper and deeper with every thrust he gives you. He squeezes at your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he parts your legs even more, putting you in a mating press.

It makes you whimper the way you're starting to feel the slight pain of Simon's body pressed right into you. He's like an animal now, fucking you in such a primal way when he growls in your ear, encouraged by the delicious moans you give him and how you squirm and say his name in your breathy, fucked out voice.

"That's it, taking me like such a good fuckin' girl" He chuckles, driving his hips harder, the sound of his skin slapping against your cunt almost drives you crazy. He leans up, letting your legs rest as he massages them gently, a sharp juxtaposition from how hard he's fucking your weeping cunt.

"Needed this so bad, baby..." He groans, pulling your legs around his torso as he leans down to kiss at your neck. You can hear him mumbling sweet little nothings in your ear as his hands grip at your thighs and the soft skin of your waist.

"Tell me y'missed me... I wanna hear it" He mumbles against your neck, moaning lowly. He sounded so calm and so gentle yet the way his cock was filling you up and stretching you out so good was far from gentle. "Tell me y'missed this dick, baby, c'mon..." He hums, his hand travelling up to play with your tits.

"I-I mis-" You started, but the way Simon was fucking you so good made your head spin you couldn't even string a proper sentence together. He laughed, grazing his teeth over the skin of your shoulder, "Awe can't even speak anymore?" He teases, slowing his hips down and it makes you groan in disapproval.

"Why'd you slow down..." you whine, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Wanna hear you say you missed me first" He chuckled. It was bad enough that he slowed down, but it's even worse when he pulls out and looks down at you with a cruel smirk, stroking the cock that was supposed to be making you cum.

"Tell me how bad you missed me, baby, you can do it" He laughs lowly and he doesn't look away from you as he fists his cock to the look of pleasure on your face.

"I-I missed you Simon, so much-" you moaned out desperately as your pussy clenched on nothing. You were ready to beg for his cock again if he needed you to but you didn't have to worry for long when he turned you around, stuffing your pussy with his fat cock from behind.

"Good girl... Such a good fuckin' girl, aren't ya?" His words are so dirty it makes you tighten around him with a stifled moan as he fucks you fast and deep, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle he's pounding you in.

You can't respond and all you can even do is moan and take Simon's hard dick stuffing you over and over again. It doesn't take long for you to feel that tight knot forming in your stomach and Simon can feel it too from the way you're starting to tighten around him.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He asks you with a drawn out hum as he kneads your ass, watching the way it jiggles with every thrust.

You nod, moaning into your pillows as you clawed at the sheets. "Cum for me then... Cum on my dick..." He coos, pushing your hips down to give himself a better view of your ass. Your arms give out and you're practically being fucked into the bed.

Simon chuckles, taking your wrists and pulling them towards him suddenly. It makes you gasp when you feel the pressure building in your shoulders when Simon tightens his grip on your wrists.

"Si... M'close..." Your voice comes out choked out and broken, spiking up every time he bullies his cock harshly inside you and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Don't need to tell me baby, just cum f'me..." He mutters breathlessly, now holding your wrists behind your back with one hand as the other lands a harsh slap to your ass, making you whimper.

You gasp as tears rolled down your cheeks from how overwhelmed you were. "Simon... Simon..." your voice shakes as you struggle against his grip on your wrists. "Do it baby, cum for me..." He hums, giving your ass a loving squeeze.

You dig your nails into the sheets when you finally feel that knot in your stomach unravel, you feel tingly all over as you cum on Simon's cock with a loud moan of his name. It makes you whine when he doesn't stop, chasing his orgasm now when he feels your pussy tighten around him so good.

"Fuck baby... That's it, that's it..." His groan turns into a drawn out moan as he throws his head back. With the way you were clenching down on him, it made him sloppy.

Simon was sounding whiny now while he chased his high. His hands were squeezing your hips as he held you down and fucked you harder into the bed. He was babbling now, about how good you felt and how you were such a good girl. All for him.

"Feel's so good, lovie... Let me cum inside, please?" He whined through gritted teeth, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "Please let me cum inside? Please, baby... Please..." He moans into your skin desperately, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

"Yes... Yes, inside..." You nod desperately, feeling overstimulated after just coming down from your high and now being used by Simon to chase his own climax.

"Oh fuck..." His voice shakes as he cums inside you, painting your walls white with his cum as he gives you a few more hard thrusts to make sure you take all of it.

"Thank you, love... Thank you" he whispers after some time had passed, giving your hips an appreciative squeeze as he slowly pulled out of you. You whined when he finally pulled out, leaving you breathless as you felt his hot cum drip from your pussy to your clit.

"So beautiful..." Simon whispers as he lays beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm hug with your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around his waist and means his head down on your shoulder to give you gentle kisses.

"I love you..." He whispered close to your ear as his hands caressed your body soothingly. You hummed in content as you relaxed in his arms and allowed yourself to move a bit closer.

"I love you too..." You say quietly, rubbing his arms which were wrapped around you. Simon hums and kisses your hair, lingering there to take in your scent. "I won't leave again... I promise" he mumbles against your hair, his arms tightening around you ever so slightly.

You nod, looking over your shoulder to give him a warm smile, you were too tired and spent to talk but you knew Simon would be able to know what you were thinking just by looking into your eyes.

He chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your lips briefly. "And you know what's funny?" He laughed softly, raising a hand to caress your cheek, "It's Valentine's day" he looked over to the window and you followed his eyes.

The sun was starting to rise and it made you scoff that Simon really came back to you at the perfect timing.

"We're staying in, that's for sure" you laughed quietly, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as sleep slowly overtook you, but you didn't feel lonely anymore. Simon was back, and he knew he would never leave again.

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My dear anons 🫠, 🍰, 🫀 and 🦝

Hope you enjoy it!

❤️‍🔥Smut❤️‍🔥 🌸Fluff🌸 🤔Suggestive🤔💡Interactive💡

✨One-Shot✨ 📖Series📖 🎭Crack🎭 💧Angst💧

No One Needs to Know... Right? ❤️‍🔥✨

Nasty Young Price ✨❤️‍🔥

Price meeting your parents for the firt time ✨🎭

Him with a wheelchair user partner ✨🌸

Mr. & Mrs. Price ✨🌸❤️‍🔥

Her Royal Highness 📖💧🌸❤️‍🔥

Hormones Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 🤔❤️‍🔥📖

Spidey 📖💡

Switch Bodies 📖🌸 First Morning 🌸 Meeting Soap 🌸💧

Simon Riley is a Good Man ❤️‍🔥✨+ Soap is a good man in the reblogs

Boyfriend!Simon learning about himself 🎭🤔✨

Immortal!Ghost x Reader that always comes back 💧✨🤔

Simon Riley always loved your hair ✨🤔🌸

"Simon" 💧✨

Simon with a big titties and tiny titties girlfriend ✨🤔

Insecure about their hands reader ✨🌸

Ghost and Reader getting along ✨🎭

Simon learning about your childhood - Extra bit - Extra x2 ✨🌸

New dad Simon ✨🌸

A Village Apart ✨❤️‍🔥

Gaz finding his soulmate ✨🎭🌸

Manipulative Gaz ❤️‍🔥✨💧

Break Up 💧✨/📖

Back Home ✨❤️‍🔥🌸

Valeria's different approach to interrogation ❤️‍🔥✨

Little Red Riding Hood ❤️‍🔥✨

Soap's Diary (mumbling)

Him with a wheelchair user partner ✨🌸

Johnny's work out routine ✨❤️‍🔥

Soap, who steals something more than your heart (darkishh)✨

Price's secret weapon ✨🤔

¿Hambre, mi niña? ✨❤️‍🔥

Shitposting and Jokes I have Proudly Posted 🎭

Lift Me Off My Feet (Poly 141 x Reader) 📖❤️‍🔥🌸💧

Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel (Ghoap x Reader) 📖❤️‍🔥💧

COD Boys Try Sexy Roleplay ✨❤️‍🔥🎭

1K Event Choices

What kind of nasty each man is? ✨💖

Ghost finding out about you and Soap's little deal 📖🤔

#call of duty #call of duty smut #masterlist #ghost x reader #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle garrick #call of duty imagine #cod imagine #poly 141 x reader #poly tf141 #cod #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[TF141*Afab!Reader Having Their Period]

Price who pulls you in his hug, resting his warm palms on your belly to soothe the pain. Wrapping you both in the blanket, he turns on the TV and plays your favorite show, turning it to low volume. Rubs your rear and waist because he knows it’s sore, and keeps murmuring praises until you fall asleep.

Johnny who insists you stay on the bed and give him orders. You want to eat the chicken broth from the store that’s 10 kilometers away from your home? He grabs his key immediately after putting snacks on your bedside table. Your blood accidentally stain the bed sheet? What are you apologizing for? He shushes you when you keep saying sorry, kiss you and carry you to the couch, change the bed sheet and then carry you back to the bed, before disappearing to scrub the bed sheet.

Kyle who tracks your period and makes sure there are enough snacks, painkillers and pads at home when the day is close. Searches and reads posts about period products to see if there are better things that can make your period week not that uncomfortable. Have extra pads stored in his bags when he’s going out with you in case you need it.

Simon who makes you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows once he sees you crawl out the bed and rush to the bathroom without a word. When you come out of the bathroom, he’s already there, warm water with painkillers is placed on the bedside table, holding the mug close to your lips when you take the medicine.

#cod imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #cod x reader #cod x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x you #john price x reader #john price x you #price x you #price imagine #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz imagine #gaz x you #tf141 x you #tf141 x reader

[alwaysshallow]

Cod dudes but their y/n is a bag of good luck/karma. When they hake y/n happy all good things happen to them. But of they upset her and its their fault???? Bad luck for 3 whole months.

Said something offensive?? Got really bad thrush 3 days into a mission.

Forgot anniversary?? HEAD LICE

Accidentally hurt them? Bro got scabies and then gave everyone scabies and they cant do anything about it bc the mission is too far out and they just keep ITCHING

NO BUT THAT'S SO CREATIVE ANON??

something is wrong with you, and they don't know if you do it on purpose or not, but it's scary as shit.

first time that something bad happens to them? feels like a coincidence. those who believe in god, says it's a punishment, and the others just call it a bad luck, karma, whatever. maybe it's just an accident.

yet, when it happens again, and again, and again they feel weird. it's unsettling feeling, i could say that they even fear for they life, but could we blame them, really?

ghost might be scared at first, but the man he is? he sees it as an advantage to use at others, he needs to check if it only works when you're mad at him, or his s/o might be a deadly weapon LMAO

gaz hires a professional "witch", you name it, to try teach you controlling your "powers" because this man is so tired, in constant fear that he has done something unforgivable and he'd have a fatum over his head!!

soap freaks the fuck out firstly, he pretty much buys bullshit from aliexpress or ebay that is supposed to "help", crystals and shit. but, after some time, he finds it pretty hot ngl and it encourages him to have sex with you more because you're so "scary". yeah.

price i feel he'd go back to church for a few times fkshdkd then he'd just. accept the fact you're like this, he sometimes asks you to "not be mad at him, but at his enemies" so his mindset is a bit like ghost; maybe you could be a useful weapon......

#cod x reader #exilesanswers #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #captain john price #call of duty gaz #gaz x reader #tf141 #tf 141 x reader #cod mw2 #kyle garrick x reader #call of duty imagines #john soap mactavish x reader

[sprout-fics]

EM I am begging u for more Omergaverse with all of the world's sprinkles and cherries on top

This has been a long time coming BUT since I've had several people ask I shall provide additional thoughts on the matter

Poly Omegaverse TF141 Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Two: The Pack)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, SoapGhost, PriceGaz, Heat/Rut cycles

Masterlist

So lemme start by again reiterating that I am certain of these men's designations

Price is an alpha, always has been. He's a captain, he's a leader, he's extremely skilled by there's also a violence in him that grows dangerous when it threatens something he's sworn to protect. Very Alpha instincts

Simon is an alpha too, built like one to match. He's big, muscular, dark and stormy. He doesn't pay much attention to his designation, but Simon in a rut is a dangerous thing. He's a whiplash of emotion and need that turns to hunger

Soap, being an omega, hid his designation for many years of his service before joining the 141. He, like you as an omega, knows all too well the bias and prejudice against 'weak' omegas in the military. The fact that he's now TF141's resident demolitions expert is an immense sense of pride for him, defying all the things he's been told about how omegas cant achieve the things he has

Two alphas and an omega is a pretty potent mix, which is where Gaz comes in. He's the soothsayer, the diplomat, and though he's prone to being very tongue in cheek sometimes, he also provides a calm for the group that solidifies the bonds involved. He provides a softer edge to Price's sharp leadership that you and the others appreciate

Also, because I'm weak for poly141, I think there's additional nuances to their relationships as well

It's pretty clear early on that Soap and Ghost are a thing. Soap needles his alpha and Ghost is entirely too weak to his charms. Soap knows how to handle Ghost best when he's in a mood, rut or otherwise, enough so that Gaz has joked before about Soap being Ghost's 'handler'

(He only made the joke once because the look Ghost gave him was enough to make him lay ide awake with a knife under his pillow that night)

Price feels a certain amount of protection over Soap as well, partly due to loyalty and partly due to alpha instincts of protecting an omega on his team. Ghost allows it only because he deeply trusts Price, had seen him save the life of his mate more than once. As much as Price and Soap are involved, there's always a bit of an air that Soap was Ghost's first

Granted, Ghost is also fairly protective over Gaz as well. He sees Gaz as part of their pack, a needed component to the bonds they share. It takes a while, but Ghost becomes used to giving Gaz some needed physical touch, and doesn't complain when Soap invites Gaz into a cuddle puddle

Price treats Gaz as if he were his own, because he is. He didn't just take the sergeant under his wing, he took him into his heart too. Gaz's endearing loyalty is a hard thing to find, and Price knows the beta will follow him anywhere if he asked. So he treats him just as well, gives Gaz almost all the things the younger man hopes for in his mate

Gaz and Soap are a pair, and definitely get up to trouble if they are left by themselves. The nonsense is usually Soap's idea, but Gaz is an enabler no matter how much he tries to deny it. Price and Ghost have had to scruff their sergeants on more than one occasion like naughty pups

Between the four of them it's easy for them to divide up into pairs, but there's strong ties that connect them all in varying degrees of complexity, but also trust

Heats and ruts are an entirely different topic

It's made all the more complicated by the fact that the team all have irregular deployments. So ruts and heats aren't always synchronized. Stress is a major factor in altering cycles, and despite the time together, it's not often that they overlap

Soap is used to dealing with heats on his own prior to joining TF141, but has to be reminded by Gaz it isn't healthy long term to do so by himself. It becomes less of a problem once Ghost enters the picture (They literally have to be locked away on a far section of base when their cycles sync because good God)

Even so, Ghost often does alone missions, so there are times when he can't be of much help. He and Price have a long sit-down come to Jesus meeting with Soap where they agree Price will step in as needed. After the first few times the boundaries become a little looser as they get comfortable with each other

Likewise, Gaz acts as intermediary when Soap is unavailable. He's eager to please, but requires some gentler handling than Soap, who thrives off being tossed around in bed. Soap teaches some tips and tricks to gentling both alphas, but especially Simon

It's not uncommon outside of cycles for the boys to get fall into bed either

Gaz and Soap love having fun in bed when they can. Gaz loves getting Soap from his shit-eating, snarky grin into burying his face in the pillows, shaking and pleading, and likewise Soap enjoys treating Gaz as well as he deserves

Price and Ghost having sex is a fairly rare occurrence, and often a carefully constructed one due to their designations. Price recognizes Ghost needs some very specific attention in regards to being topped in bed, which he is more than happy to provide. I personally headcanon that Price doesn't enjoy being topped much, but will do it for Gaz to make him happy

Ghost and Gaz is an entirely different matter. Ghost recognizes Gaz is very different than Soap in bed, and requires different handling. Gaz recognizes that sex with Ghost is intense. A little overwhelming, but always leaves him very satisfied by the end

Price, on the other hand, and Soap? God help him

Soap is a brat, and he knows it. Ghost puts up with it to some degree, but Price has none of it. He knows how to treat Soap right, but he also knows how to make him behave. Simon joins on more than one occasion just to enjoy the sight of Soap realizing he can't pull the same tricks with Price that he can with Ghost

The entire pack is built on communication and trust, and though it takes time for them all to settle into it, the four are more than happy to be each other's mates.

#call of duty imagine #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #omegaverse cod #poly tf141 #I'll write another one of these that's more reader focused but I honestly love exploring the nuances of poly141 #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #drabbles #headcanons

[romanticintheory]

he’s drunk and confessing his love to you, but you’re not taking any of his shit.

kyle “gaz” garrick x reader

hurt/comfort, drinking, gn!reader written by an nb, hella inaccurate depiction of a drunk person

a/n: this is my first time writing for cod so please be kind </3 if you have any critiques just let me know (gently, preferably)

word count: 1.3k

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“I’m in love with you.”

You were so focused on navigating him back to his room that you had almost missed his confession. About half an hour ago, Kyle had asked you to pick him up from the pub after he went out drinking with his friends. You asked why he didn’t want to take a cab and he so charmingly responded with, “Well, I wanted to see your pretty face, love.”

Now, he was leaning most of his weight on your shoulder as you tried your damned hardest to not let him run into any walls or hit his hips on any counters or tables. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and kicked his door open, helping Kyle settle down on his bed. 

“Is that so?” You countered jokingly, shaky hands helping peel off his coat. Maybe, just maybe, this was the setup to a terrible joke.

“Yeah,” he answered, looking up at you with a dreamy smile after placing his coat next to his nightstand. Slowly, the drunken soldier watched as the amused look in your eyes morphed into something hardened.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, brows furrowing as you wordlessly crouched down to help him take off his shoes.

“Kyle, you’re drunk,” you reasoned, untying his laces and carefully slipping off his boots. “I told you not to have too many drinks and now listen to all the nonsense you’re saying.”

“You think I’m lying?” 

“I know you are.”

The more the topic lasted, so did your frustration. You had spent years of your life pining after Kyle Garrick. He was kind, always helped you out when he was able, always made time for you, always came to visit when he came back from missions, and never let you feel like you were less than nothing when he was around. He was perfect, and that was the exact problem. There was no world in which Kyle Garrick would fall for you.

“Why would you say that?” 

You could feel your heart constrict in your chest. It was almost as if he were making fun of you at this point, though you knew he would never be so cruel. Setting his boots to the side, you stood up from your spot in front of him and turned to leave. “Good night, Kyle.”

In an instant, he stood up to match you. “(Y/n), wait,” he said hurriedly, clumsily following you as you made a beeline for his front door, after you like a lost puppy following its owner.

Despite his intoxication, he was able to catch up to your brisk pace with an almost concerning ease and grasp your hand gently. You turned to look at him, his face now etched with concern. He felt like he sobered up instantly.

“It’s almost four in the morning. You should go to bed,” you reasoned with him, trying to find any way to avoid confronting his confession—if it even really was one.

“You know I wouldn’t joke with you about this, right? ‘S that what you think this is? That I’d do something like that to you?” He kept digging for an answer, pulling your wrist so that your whole body faced him. In the back of your mind, you become extremely conscious of the fact that his front door is only three feet away from you.

Kyle seemed to notice, too, because he took the opportunity to take your other wrist and slide both his hands up your arms to take a firm grasp at your shoulders. 

“No. That’s not what I think, I just—” you paused and exhaled through your nose, wishing he’d just let you go, but you know him. If he’s concerned about you, he won’t let you leave until he’s sure it’ll be okay. “Like I said, you’re drunk and you’re thinking things are true when they’re not. Now, will you please let me go home so both of us can get some rest?”

He laughs softly. Not in a mocking manner, but in a sad, empathetic way. 

“This isn’t some spur-of-the-moment revelation.” His hands come away from your shoulders and find themselves cupping your face. “Why do you think I want to be around you all the time?”

“Are friends not supposed to want to be around each other?”

He scoffs at the counter, a small smile creeping up on his face. 

“Fine. Why do you think I only look at you whenever you enter the room? Why do you think I’ve never once liked any of your past partners? Why, in all the time we’ve known each other, do you think I’ve never had a partner, myself? Ask Price. Actually, ask anyone who knows me. You are the only thing on my mind. It’s always you, and I thought I could stay in denial for a little while longer, but I can’t.” 

He takes a shaky breath and strokes your cheek gently with his right thumb.

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but don’t tell me I’m not in love with you when you are the only one I’d watch the world burn for.”

You would have been melted into a puddle at this point if you weren't offended at the insinuation that you didn’t return his feelings. Still, you were convinced none of it mattered.

“Kyle,” you say gently, raising your hands to rest on his. “You could do so much better. You and I both know that.”

“Don’t say that.” 

“It’s true. Letting you… love me would probably be one of the most selfish things I could do. I can’t let you do that,” you whispered, trying to pry his hands away from you. They wouldn’t budge.

“I’ll love you anyway.”

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“See? You’re proving my point.”

“And if I tell you I’m in love with you in the morning?”

“It won’t matter.”

“Tell me you don’t want me. Look at me in my eyes and say you aren’t in love with me, and I’ll leave you alone. Tell me you’d be unhappy being with me, or something about what you actually want because I know you’re too kind to take what you want from others. You take care of people. Even just now, you agreed to take me home even though you knew I could take cab. Every time I have to cancel plans, you just smile and say it's alright like it’s not disrespectful to y—”

“It’s not like you can control when you have to go to work,” you reminded him.

“That. That sweetness only you bring is exactly what I mean. It’s one of the things I love about you most and I wish you could see it in yourself like I see you. You’re always the one taking care of me. Let me take care of you, this time. Please.”

It wasn’t until his small please that you realized tears were starting to form in the corners of your eyes. At first, you tried to speak but you mouth wouldn’t open. The overwhelming feeling of his hands caressing your face and his pleading words swirling around in your head was sending you into a state of panic.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down, you said, “In the morning. When you’re sober.”

Kyle’s face lit up instantly, and the small smile lingering on his lips only grew. Finally taking his hands off your face, he slid his palms into yours and gently kissed your knuckles.

“When I’m sober,” he agreed.

“Goodnight, Kyle,” you sighed, secretly savoring the interaction.

“Goodnight, love.”

The sound of Kyle calling your cell phone was what happened to wake you up that next morning.

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it's 3:30 am and i don't have the energy to proofread this, sorry </3 anyway, I was inspired to write this by @/groguspicklejar who indirectly introduced me to cod with her fanfics. i am now extremely down bad for these boys :') if you liked this you should send her love because she slays!! ok goodnight im so tired <3 i love u

#kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #kyle garrick hurt/comfort #tf141 x reader #kyle garrick imagine #kyle gaz garrick imagine #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gazgarrick fanfic #cod fanction #call of duty fanction #call of duty imagine #cod mw x reader #rarawrites

[longing-for-the-past-times]

Late night driving headcanons

task force 141 x reader

synopsis: late night drives with members of task force 141

notes: Ghost's part is inspired by this request; also wrote big parts of this during a night ride (going back to college). Hope you enjoy

warnings: none?

masterlist

Captain 'John' Price

He knows it the moment he steps out of the base, around midnight, and finds you parked next to his car, mindlessly scrolling through your phone in the driver's seat. You don't have to tell him anything, he just throws his duffel bag in the back and climbs into the passenger seat, putting his seatbelt on.

You do not meet his eyes as you turn on the engine and leave the parking lot with one hand on the steering wheel while the other one is resting on the gear knob, your fingers impatiently drumming against the hard plastic

Resting his head on the headrest, Price turns to look at you, his eyes filled with silent adoration as he rests his left hand atop yours and starts to rub circles into your skin. He does not miss the satisfied sighs that leave your lips.

The night is dark and the car is silent, yet his touch is loving and reassuring, his quiet presence being a constant you always can rely on. The city lights filter through the windows of the car, casting your concentrated figure in a fluorescent glow. Price wouldn't admit it in front of you, but in moments like these, you take his breath away, both figuratively and literally

It is when you are stopped at a traffic light that you eventually let out a deep sigh and start talking. At first, you have a hard time finding your words, as you usually do when trying to open up, but John's presence has a soothing effect on you, his soft, yet approving smile helping you to keep going

Like usual, Price keeps stroking your skin and listens to you carefully, nodding along to what you are telling him. Whether you had a bad day at work, the printer broke again or your professor at the university did not grant you an extension for the final assignment - he will pay utmost attention to the details that ruined your day and try to find the best words (and potentially actions) that will make you feel better

Is someone bothering you at work? He might swing by during lunch break with his full tactical gear on. Has the printer stopped working? He will carry the new one on his shoulders and lay it at your feet. And the professor? If he cannot change his mind regarding your due date, he will help you himself write that essay (and tear the local library apart in the process)

After you make your usual stop at the gas station for fuel and snacks, you roll the windows down to the cool and refreshing night air, one hand casually resting on the window's edge while the other is holding the steering wheel

You can't help but smile at the familiar scent of Price's cigar and you let out another sigh, yet this time it is a content one.

"Remember, things always work out, little one!", he eventually says when you park into the driveway, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead. You place your hands on his shoulders and kiss him on the lips, closing your eyes when you feel his fingers in your hair.

"As long as we are together, we will both be fine!"

Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost knows something is wrong when your messages stop containing emojis. While he is not an emoji person himself, he secretly enjoys the creative and suggestive ways you find to insert them in any of your messages.

But what makes him leave work earlier than usual (and spend only one extra hour on base instead of the usual three) is your clipped reply of "I'm spending the night in. I'm not feeling really well." which is devoid of any bed, sleep or whatever weird emoji he could think of.

And before heading to your place, he makes an extra stop at his, switching his pickup truck for his beloved motorcycle. It doesn't take him long to get changed into the black protective gear and make sure the spare, smaller-sized matching piece is stored in the top case, alongside a matching helmet.

Five minutes later he's at your door, his brows furrowing at the sight of your tired figure. Instead of giving him your usual reassuring smile, you just gesture him to come in and he has to place a hand on your shoulder to stop you from turning your back to him.

'You don't need to talk about it if you don't want to. But we're not spending the night in either.'

It's your turn to frown at his cryptic words, and he gently takes your hands and leads you out of the house until his motorcycle comes into view. He keeps his eyes glued on you and his heart skips a beat when he notices the faint grin that appears on your face, your hands still clasped tightly to his.

'And before you ask, yes, I took your protective gear to the dry cleaners. And you can borrow one of my balaclavas...'

He does not miss the mischievous spark in your eyes and he has to fight the butterflies in his stomach as he knows exactly what you are going to say.

'Can I have the one with the skull on it?'

Playing hard to get is his speciality, so he resorts to rolling his eyes dramatically, blinking rapidly for effect.

'I am wearing it right now-'

'That's why I asked.'

He takes off his balaclava with a loud sigh and gently pulls it over your head until only your smiling eyes are visible. The corners of his mouth quirk up at the innocent, yet grateful look you are giving him and he shakes his head in defeat as he reaches for an identical balaclava in his pocket

Eventually, Ghost can't help but beam at your wide-eyed expression, before helping you get into the protective suit and ensuring the helmet is firmly placed on your head. You do not miss the tender looks he gives you when he thinks you're not watching and you start blushing when he is busying himself with the strap of your helmet, his warm breath fanning over your face

Once his helmet is back on his head, he gets on the motorcycle and gestures for you to join him. It's not the first time you're doing this, but you still get lightheaded at the thought of being so close to him. Yet, as usual, you do not miss the way his body relaxes as you slide your arms around his waist and press yourself against his back, resting your head on his shoulder

The hum of the engine is a distant buzz in your ears as you relish in the friction of the protective costumes and the warmth the body-to-body contact has caused to course through your veins.

The city lights come and go so fast they turn into a blur, and the usual hustle and bustle of the city become a distant sensation as the cool night air embraces your figure the same way your arms encircle Simon's waist.

In that moment, his presence is what keeps you grounded and safe, your hands tightening their grip around his waist as you let out a sigh of relief. No day can be completely ruined as long as you have Ghost by your side.

Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish

He does not need a pretext or excuse for a car ride; he'll simply text you or show up at your door with car keys in hand

And you'll only smile at him, rolling your eyes at his sheepish expression and mechanically putting on your shoes as you ask him:

'Who's driving?'

If he had a long or exhausting day at work, he'll simply hand you over the keys, placing both of his hands on your shoulders and guiding you to the car.

But other times he would swing the keys around his fingers and extend his hand as an invitation, gallantly leading you to the passenger's seat where he would fuss over you triple-checking the safety belt and trying to sneak as many kisses as possible

'Not my fault your face looks so kissable!', he'd manage to articulate the words between pecks and your childish chuckles

There were a couple of times when the 'innocent' pecks turned into something more and you had to call it a night and move into the house.

But he usually manages to stop in time, both to yours and his dismay and get in the driver's seat without causing any more distractions

Soap's the kind of guy who would sing his heart out so you two have several shared playlists prepared for the occasion. Depending on who's driving, you or he would choose one of them, put it on shuffle, and let the chaos begin.

You like to sing along as well, but that does not mean that either of your voices actually match the rhythm of the music. If asked, you would both argue that your renditions are decent, but in reality...

There was this one time where you were stopped at a red light and Unchained Melody was the next song to be played. You two had a great time trying to hit the high notes that the original duo did, singing your hearts out in the car, with both windows rolled down.

Let's just say the group of bikers that were stopped on the other lane were not fans - neither of the song nor of your performance.

But the small altercation did not stop you from spending another hour just cruising around the city, and enjoying the overwhelming amount of neon signs and streetlights that filtered through the tinted windows of the car

Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

It is a tradition that casually started the first time he came back from a mission. You were both lying on the couch, cuddling and watching some random sitcom

All was good and fair until you realized you had run out of snacks. And since it was one in the morning, ordering in was not an option.

So you hopped in the car and let Gaz drive around to the nearest gas station to see what you can get

Gaz is definitely the type of guy to say 'I know a place' and proceed to drive you to some hard-to-get, yet breathtaking place. That is what he did that first night, driving you to a quiet place from where you could see the entire city.

You opened the trunk and ate the snacks in there, resting your head on Gaz's shoulder and he on top of yours.

Since that night, every time he comes home from a mission, you go on a hunt for snacks and end up in your snacking spot, as you like to call it

'A snack with a view', you would often joke to Gaz as you huddled in his warm embrace

'Wait- I think the view's missing something...'

He would place his hands on your shoulders, turning you so you were face to face with him and against the nocturnal landscape of city lights

'Yes, it's better now!'

His grin would be impossibly huge, his chuckles eventually missing with yours as you would try to lean forward and steal a kiss from his lips

After the second time you did that, you decided to keep a couple of pillows and blankets in the back of the car

He will always be the one to drive - there's no point in arguing about that

'You do know I'm not a Sunday driver!'

'It's a male instinct, darling! You know, like the primal need to hunt down a bear, cook it and serve it to you!'

If you fall asleep in the passenger seat, he'll carry you inside and tuck you in against his naked torso, pulling you as close as possible to him

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[forsworned]

࣪ೀ ࣪ ⏤ SAVING SERGEANT MACTAVISH

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽?

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽/𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝖺𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁𝗁 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌!! 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗆𝖾! 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!!!!

𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌: 𝖼𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾! ˑ༄

⤷ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈

CHAPTER ONE: KNOCKING AT DEATH'S DOOR

TUESDAY 23 NOVEMBER 2023

A surge of adrenaline kicked through your system as you navigated the labyrinthine train tunnels, flanked by your comrades, Johnny and Price. The thunderous rhythm of your heartbeat drowned out the distant whirring of passing trains. Your stomach still lurching at the sight of all the civilians dead on your way through the chunnel as you slid on the opposite side of where Johnny was crouched, reloading his gun. Anger brimmed against your tightened sternum as you were in hot pursuit of Makarov, shooting at Konni and hacking their sentry guns.

You couldn't help but inwardly scoff at the notion of an easy victory as you switched over to your pistol and shot at a soldier just a meter away. As if it weren't bad enough that Makarov was blowing up stadiums, stealing missiles, trapping women into prostitution rings, and gassing military bases, he was more than likely setting up another attack down here. The gravity of the situation was slowly setting heavily upon your burning chest, heightening your senses and sharpening your focus.

Locking eyes with Johnny behind the shelter of Jersey barriers that were getting plastered with ricocheting bullets, there was an unspoken reassurance passed between you—a silent nod in the form of a check-in in the face of danger. His swift action in engaging Konni soldiers echoed your own steadfastness, punctuated by the raid and sharp crack of gunfire.

In the heat of battle, your mind wandered in and out of throngs of memories over the course of months in light of your new diagnosis. You couldn't forget the way your teammates faces fell as they crowded the small doctor's office during your check up.

"But she's so young..." Price voice fell quiet as he stood beside you. Your feet swinging over the edge of the infirmary bed as you kept your gaze on the cold, white tiled floors.

"Hypertension is a common diagnosis amongst people in your field." The doctor took off his gloves, foot on the button of the trash to lift the lid as he tossed the latex into the bin. "I've had firefighters, cops, military personnel come by all the time being diagnosed with the same thing, usually asking for worker's comp." The doctor crossed his arms and peered over at the five of you.

Of course, they weren't going to just let you go to the doctor by yourself. It was practically an intervention at that point. After months of your complaints about the onset of severe headaches, blurred vision, chest pain, and the final straw—passing out on a mission. Price had had absolutely enough of it, nearly dragging you by the ear to come in and get a check up.

They all turned to you. Johnny was just so obviously dying to partake in the scolding fest you were soon going to endure from them, grinning from ear to ear with that mischevious glint in his eye. "Looks like we've gotta look after you, lassie."

It almost tickled you to see the soldier transitioning out of his silly, flirtatious persona who was always causing shenanigans and mishaps to one of a true, hardened sergeant who has more than earned his title. Your admiration and fondness for him had grown over the past few years of working along side him in the service. Feelings that you hadn't consciously prioritized, but rather somewhere in the backlog of your subconscious that was in the form of wet dreams, and the occasional rub out. Still, finding love on the battlefield wasn't ideal...

As cacophony erupted around you, and the world blurred momentarily, time became elusive as you found yourself sprawled upon the cold ground and a growing ache emerged to the bridge of your nose. Through the haze, Johnny's concerned figure materialized, disarming and jutting a knife coldly through your perpertator's throat before he urgently made his way to you. A lifeline in the midst of turmoil as the ringing in your ears turned deafening.

"...y'er okay!...[name], y'er alright." His voice, a calming anchor in the storm had penetrated the disorientation clouding your senses. With a gentle helping hand, he guided you back to coherence, his touch a binding force in the commotion.

"Y'r good, lass. C'mon, up ya go." Price's arrival is a welcomed sight, amongst the havoc where he remained an authoritative presence that presided over them. Together, they lifted you from the ground, steadying you; a common theme amongst you all in the 141. You shook your head to rid yourself out of your stupor, reality shifting once more.

"Yeah? Y'good, lassie?" Johnny patted your shoulder and a fleeting, wry grin graced your cracked lips.

"Atta girl." Price simpered at you, though there was a strained discomfort framed into his expression that he couldn't quite hide when he glanced over at you.

That's the thing about men, they couldn't conceal how they felt even if they tried. Stress was etched into their features in the form of crow's feet and silver whiskers weaved into their beards and the hair on their heads. And though he would never, ever admit it aloud, the fact of the matter was, you were the sole female on their squad and that left Price with a heightened sense of responsibility toward you, surpassing even that toward your male counterparts. The sentiment only deepened after your diagnosis, casting a shadow of concern over his every interaction with you.

But it didn't stop at him. Kyle, Simon and Johnny were constantly nagging, harking over it with meal plans and making sure you were taking your medication. Even going as far as not letting you come out of your room, so you could replenish your strength. It was obvious to you that it was for your best interest, but clearly at the cost of your own autonomy.

In the eerie silence punctuated only by the relentless rush of passing trains, the gravity of the situation becomes palpable once again. Fluorescent light reflecting off the shiny metal of the trains had bounced against your face, revealing the blood that trickled down your nose to your squadmates. A stark reminder of the perilous stakes at hand—a testament to the sacrifices demanded by duty.

"Here, lassie." Johnny shoved his hand in his pocket to fish out a wad of napkins and you couldn't help but snort a bit at his resourcefulness. He quickly dabbed at your nose, before taking your hand in his and holding it up to your nose and securing it place. "Chin up." His calloused fingertips under your chin quickened the pace of your heart, and small smile found the corners of his pink lips.

"SFO secure a perimeter!" Price's command sliced through the silence with unfaltering authority.

Johnny and Price exchanged a knowing glance, before the Scotsman left your side and scouted the area. He stopped in his tracks, and his cerculean eyes reamed at the sight of it.

"Captain, Konni's guardin' a bomb..." His words hang heavy in the air, the magnitude of the revelation sank in.

The looming threat of the undetonated vessel creeping back in to the imminent danger posed by Makarov's machinations—a threat that had be neutralized at any cost. The urgency snapped you from your reverie, a swift gesture of wiping away the blood from your nose with the back of your hand as you shoved the bloody napkin into your back pocket, and you're back in the fray.

Price doesn't waste any time, though a look of grit washed over his grim features. "Soap--Get on that bomb!"

Yet, Johnny is already at work, his expertise in demolition evident as he knelt beside the device. A skillset you sorely lacked, almost a little too grateful for the presence of Johnny and Price to avert disaster because let's face it, you'd be shit out of luck otherwise. "Two minutes, sir...!"

"All Bravo--Bomb located in crossover platform! I need cover here--NOW!" Price bellowed out over the comms. It felt like at any moment Konni soldier's were going to rush the group.

"Rog--Pushing your way!" Kyle's response is swift, the clatter of metal meeting concrete punctuated by the billowing smoke obscuring the enemy's advance.

"Contact!" A soldier's cry jolted you into action.

Price's molars mashed together at the sight. "Fuckin' hell--Get to work, Soap!"

"Six, bomb is a two man job...work with me...! Captain, I need you with me on the bomb now!" Johnny's voice resonated with haste as he beckoned to Price. You can only watch from the sidelines as the two of them delved into the intricate task of disarming the bomb.

Your gaze shifted frantically from one position to another, vigilant against any attempts by the enemy to flank you. And yet, even in the middle of a state of disorder, you maintained your composure, every shot calculated and precise. Each moment felt like an eternity as you stood your ground, ensuring the safety of your team while they work profusely.

"Price, be advised, Makarov is in the chunnel--He's headin' y'r way!" Ghost rasped over the comms and your heart is set into action once more. With every passing second, the peril of the situation crystallized, casting aside any illusions of safety or reprieve. Not even a moment to process the heaviness you were starting to feel in your eyes, nor the brewing, dull onset of the migraine you were to receive, itching at the back of your head.

There was a barter between Johnny and Price that fell on deaf ears, as you protected them from the onslaught of bullets. But despite your focused efforts to shield them, a chilling realization dawned upon you as Johnny's pained cry reverberated in your ears. You paused turning back to him but he seemingly continued his task despite blood gushing out of his gunshot wound.

There was an unpleasant dryness in your mouth as your jaw ticked, knowing you couldn't drop your position to help patch him up.

"It'll blow if I let go, Captain! [name]! Cover me!" Johnny called out over the noise. In one swift movement you're alongside Price in an effort to support Johnny from being injured any further to complete the job.

"Fuuuck...We need...NOW!" Price's voice was drowning in and out of your auditary pathways. Another exchange over the comms added to the disorientation, each word blending into a blur as panic threatened to overwhelm you. Fear was setting in...no, no, not fear. It was the fiery intensity of your intuition tottering you back in an effort to safeguard Johnny even at the cost of your life.

The two of you cleared the room out, before he's called back to Johnny's side to help him disarm the threat. Their voices going in and out.

"...red wire."

"Red wire...got it."

There was an impeding sense of doom that struck right through your heart before you let your weapon fall slightly to the side to reload it, your head instinctually whipping a mere nanosecond before the man of the hour emerged from the darkness of the tunnels with his men.

"Makarov!" You exclaimed, but you felt the oxygen withdrawing from your lungs and your vocal chords didn't seem to be functioning.

What the fuck...?

"Stay back. They're mine...!!" Makarov's chilling command made all the blood drain from your face.

Gunshots rang out behind you, but Johnny and Price were already down, blood staining the ground beneath them. Frozen in horror, you watched helplessly as Makarov asserted his dominance, his foot pressing down on Price's neck.

Your mind raced, neurons firing wildly as you struggled to react. Was it the blow from the AK-47 or a possible stroke that rendered you moored where you sat? You didn't know.

Without skipping a beat, the Scotsman is back up, a swift movement to stab Makarov to the arm.

No...

You saw it coming from a mile away. Not an ounce of hesitation in his eyes as the Russian lifted his gun to shoot Johnny point blank in the head.

"No!!" Price roared out, but it's too late. Johnny's lifeless body hit the ground and the world seemed to move in a familiar slow motion.

Your eyes never leaving Johnny's body. Blood trickled out of his gunshot wound and you were completely immobile. Enemy forces moved in and the echoing of voices continued, vibrating into your skull. Pain radiated from your neck, jaw, shoulders, arms and even to your back and you struggled to swallow the vomit that was starting to brim up your esophagus.

"...Captain!!"

"Price, Johnny!!"

The eardrum shattering noise of gunshot clattered loudly against your senses as you felt the air leaving your lungs. Simon and Kyle rushed in as the Konni soldiers and Makarov made a run for it. And just like that, he's gone once again, slipping right through your fingers. The whirring of the train was nothing but a fading memory, crushing the body of a Konni soldier that Makarov pawned.

Checkmate.

"Johnny!" Simon is knelt beside Johnny's corpse, extending his fingers to his pulse. But of course, he felt nothing. Just the warmth leaving his deceased body as Kyle and Price work meticulously to disarm the bomb. Your vision blurred as you felt a pang hitting deep in your chest and suddenly you heard yourself heaving, clawing at your chest for any ounce of oxygen.

The sound of the beeping stopped. "Disarmed...disarmed...we're clear." Kyle announced as he and Price rose from their kneeling positions to turn back to Simon and Johnny, too preoccupied with the horrific sight in front of them to see that you were gasping for air.

"All stations, this is Bravo in the blind. Threat neutralized. Bomb is safe...KIA..."

KIA...

You felt your body lose control of all its senses as the room began to spin and your vision was doubling.

"[name]." Price's head snapped in your direction. The recognizable dread alerting his senses as he took one look at your form before it dropped to the floor. "...[name]...! [name]! ....stay with me!"

Several voices were calling out to you, but they were slowly inundating. A soothing warmth enveloped you, cocooning you in a comforting embrace. Sensations of weightlessness engulfed you, as if you were suspended in the void, detached from the world around you.

Was this death?

It seemed plausible. After all, you had lived a life of righteousness, fighting tirelessly for what you believed in. At least, that's what your comrades and therapist had assured you. When was your last therapy session? A week ago? Or was it your psych eval?

You couldn't recall. It felt nice. This was nice.

In the haze of uncertainty, the image of Johnny's warm, reassuring smile materialized before you, tugging at your heartstrings with an overwhelming surge of emotion.

"I failed you." You whispered, the weight of regret heavy in your words.

"No, ye didn't. There's still time." His thick, Scottish accent echoed in your mind, a plea tinged with desperation. His image beginning to dissipate, fading into a bright white light as you attempted to grab him but you were met with nothing.

"Johnny, wait...!"

And in that moment, you jolted awake, gasping for air, the remnants of the dream clinging to your consciousness like a lingering shadow. Cold sweat clung to your clothes and the baby hairs on your forehead, as you felt your pulse going wild at the sight of your room. Sunlight filtered through your blinds as you drank in the familiar scenery. Like you had lived this day before.

How long had you been out?

Your fitbit beeping loudly on your wrist, hoisting you back into your "reality" and the rapping on your door jostled you awake.

"[Name], are ye alright?"

What...

Your body went rigid at the voice. That rich, Scottish accent that you adored was undeniable. It couldn't be.

Slowly, but surely you peeled off your sheets making a stride for the door.

More rapping. "[name]." He sighed. "Need t'know yer alright, lassie."

You simply had to be dreaming at this point. Right. It was a dream. Nothing more. You were just reliving one of your memories with him, a flash of your life right before your very eyes as you passed away, moving gently into the light. But still. Something about the way everything was exactly as it should have been was uncanny.

The decor on your walls, the crooked framed photo of you and your squadmates clinking beer glasses together, even down right to the idiotic bobblehead of Price that Johnny gifted you for your birthday as a gag gift. It was all there.

Or maybe you just had a detail-oriented mind that had the ability to recall everything as it was. You wouldn't put it past you.

"Ya know maybe, 'll jus' eat the banana choco chip pancakes I made for ye." He teased, behind the door as your shaky hand gripped the knob. You felt your lip quiver for a moment. Emotions were starting to overwhelm you. Damned it all to hell if it were a dream. You'd give anything to see him alive again.

"C'mon, open up!"

He laughed, but there was a pause as he heard the slight jingle of the knob as you touched it. Your dry lips were flaky under the quick swipe of your tongue as your hand trembled, grappling with the reality of the situation. With a deep breath, you summoned the courage to twist the knob, your heart pounding in your chest as anticipation mingled with disbelief.

As the door creaked open, revealing the figure on the other side, your breath caught in your throat. There he stood, unmistakably Johnny, his familiar grin lighting up his face as he met your gaze with warmth and affection.

"Ah, there ye are, lassie," he exclaimed, his voice a comforting melody that washed over you like a gentle wave. "Ye had me worried fer a moment there."

The sight of him standing before you, so vivid and real, defied all logic and reason. Was this truly happening, or were you still ensnared in the clutches of a dream?

𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 ࣪ೀ ࣪ 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 © 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

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[inkbybambi]

you’re helping your boy workout — it’s so much better when you’re here, luv — so here you are, spread out beneath him, all pretty and wet and desperate as he does push ups. and with each down stroke, he licks your pretty pussy, and he has to keep going until he makes you cum. and you whine and whimper and do your best not to arch your hips up into his mouth, or grip the base of his neck so you can grind against his tongue.

and when you do finally cum, he switches to one-handed push ups. and he has to do it again. but at least this time he can use his fingers.

#ink by bambi #do you cockwarm him while he does hip thrusts? yes yes you do #you can imagine whom ever you like but this is for my tf141 babies #task force 141 #tf141 #task force 141 smut #tf141 smut #modern warfare imagine #modern warfare smut #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader

[mushies-stories]

Drinking- how TF141 handles a clingy drunk reader for the first time

PART ONE- Price and Soap

PART TWO- Ghost and Gaz

F!Reader

Warnings: drunk reader, little tiny bit suggestive... think that's it?

John Price

The first time he saw you drunk was when you had called him to pick you up from a night out with the girls. You had planned on just taking an Uber home but the more you drank the more you wanted John. so you called him and asked sweetly if he would come get you, telling you just needed to see him.

“Please John… i jus’really need to… to see you.” you whine over the phone.

John doesn’t mind in the slightest. Your slurred words and the pout in your tone made him rush to leave his flat. 

When he found you he couldn't help but mirror the grin that had blossomed on your own face when you saw him. He wastes no time in striding over to you, quick to place a hand around your hip and help support your body as you hug him. Your arms loose around his neck. 

“Missed you s’much.” you mumbled into his neck. 

He chuckles and pats your hair. “That so love? Well I missed ya too.” he tells you. “S’about time I bring ya home, yeah?” he strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head before leading you to his car. 

Back home you don't even have time to get your fingers on the door handle before John is there and swooping you off your feet, caringing you inside with no complaint for you, only drunkenly happy giggles and little kicks of your feet. 

The whole car ride you looked at him and talked about how much you just wanted to be in his arms. You can't wait to be laying in bed wrapped up and warm with your perfect man.

He brought you back to his flat and to his bed. Setting you down at the end gently and with another little kiss to the top of your head. “Just a moment, sweet girl.” he says and leaves the room. He comes back with a glass of water and instructs you to drink some. His hands rub your back and shoulders gently, soothing you and making you hum softly.

Picked out one of his shirts for you to sleep in and helped you change. chuckling when you almost fall back onto the bed when he slips your pants off. “Almost done love, don't fall asleep just yet.” he tells you with a loving smile. 

When he finally got you dressed and everything situated for bed you were grasping for him the moment his knees the mattress. He barely had time to turn the bedside lamp off before you were leaning into his side and gripping his shirt. 

“Alright sweet girl, c’mere.” John pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you with a kiss to the crown of your head. 

You sigh happily against him and let your body relax, sinking into his. “Love you s’much John.” you mumble before letting his warmth soothe you into unconsciousness. 

John fell asleep with a small smile. Your heartbeat eases him into sleep. “Love ya to dove, my lovely girl.” with one more kiss placed on your hair he lets sleep take him. 

John 'Soap' MacTavish

You had gone out with Johnny one night to a bar he liked. He wanted to teach you how to play pool and show off at darts. 

It was when Johnny says something about taking it slow after you stumble over your own foot. Blaming the alcohol and your little tolerance, Soap joked that you already had too much. 

Of course in retaliation, you wanted to prove him wrong by ‘out drinking him’. Needless to say, it did not go as planned and you certainly did not win your bet.

In no time you were a giggling mess, trying to play pool but missing every shot and when Johnny came up behind you to keep you balanced you couldn't help leaning into him.

“Johnnyyy, I love you so much.” you slur up at him with a cheeky, drunken smile. 

He chuckles at your drunken state. “That so? Well I love ye too Binnie.” he says and kisses the top of your head. “How’s’bout we get on home?” he offers, already steering you towards the exit. 

Johnny doesn’t live too far from the pub, meaning you had walked there but… Johnny has to carry your drunk ass back. 

He was being a stubborn tease at first, just helping you wobble along the sidewalk and shaky legs. After some whining and adorably drunk pouty faces, he gives in and lets you climb onto his back. 

While he teased you at first about being such a lightweight, he had to admit that you were rather adorable and really, clingy so that made up for your lack of drinking skills. 

The whole way home you kissed his neck, peppering little kisses and nips along the exposed skin. “Dove, keep doing that and I'll be hard all night.” he chuckles. The grip he has on your thighs tightens a little in warning. 

You giggle and lick a long strip up the side of his neck. “Maybe that's what I want Johnny, want you hard all ni-Ah!” you're cut off with a yelp when Johnny hoists you up with a little jump.

“Watch it shrimp, yer way too drunk to handle any of tha tonight.” he scolded softly. 

You pout like a wounded puppy but concede, it was never going to be a winning battle, you were very drunk after all. But that doesn't mean you can't nuzzle into his back and feel his huge muscles right? 

The rest of the walk was peaceful, you kept your hands to yourself, or rather his large arms. Back home he helped you get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, taking your makeup off and making sure you drank some water. 

He found you his softest t-shirt for you to sleep in. but wouldn't give you any shorts or pants, insisting you wouldn't need them since he was warm enough for the both of you.

You fell asleep with him holding you close, your back to his chest. He kissed your shoulder before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, to which you sigh happily about. “Night Johnny, love you.” your words are slow and in a blink your breathing steady and fast asleep. 

“Love ye too dove.” he smiles to himself, noting how you fell asleep so fast even though not even 30 minutes ago you were pawing at him.

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[midnightcrw]

Soap stared at Daisy in confusion, holding her up like a distant artifact. Meanwhile, Price, donning an apron, attempted culinary feats, with Gaz lazily consulting Wikihow on baby-holding.

"Soap, not like rubbish," Price advised, as Gaz half-heartedly researched.

Soap held her with his hands under her arms, keeping her far away from his own body.

"How else am I supposed to hold her?" Soap pleaded, prompting Gaz to read out the title of the website "'How to hold a baby: 10 Steps (with Pictures)'"

"'Be calm and confident before picking up the baby,'" Gaz recited, causing Soap to panic.

"Well, I'm not calm!" Soap said, as if he had just made a huge mistake.

"Perfect," Gaz deadpanned, clearly unfazed.

"'Support the baby's head with one arm and support its bottom with the other,'" Gaz continued. Soap attempted this, creating an awkward hold on Daisy. "That doesn't look right," Soap confessed.

"Are you serious?" Gaz quipped. "Yes, I-"

"Just pull it closer to your chest!"

"But it's not even listed! And it's not an 'it'!" Soap defended, giving Daisy a reassuring look.

"It's step 3!" Gaz informed. Soap, begrudgingly, adjusted, muttering about Daisy not being an 'it'.

"That's it," Gaz declared, ending the baby holding tutorial at step 3.

"But you said ten steps!"

"I'm too lazy to continue."

"Go fu—"

"THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE!" Price's yell interrupted, leading to chaos and screaming.

"You had one job," Simon scolded as he returned with you, holding Daisy close to his chest while Price looked remorseful.

"We tried our best!" Soap defended, to which you responded with "Your best is burning our house down?"

Daisy, amidst the chaos, began cooing and giggling. Simon, amused, turned to her "Having fun, aren't you?"

"It's all her fault," Gaz blamed.

"She's a baby!" Simon retorted.

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[moonlight1110]

Thinking about bf!simon rn

This is a quickie bc i just love him

Simon, who knows you aren't in an established relationship, yet he can't help the jealousy that creeps up his back and latches on like a parasite every time he sees you talking with another man, especially when you give them a smile, and especially when you laugh at something they say because in his mind, only he can make you smile like that.

Simon, who knows he doesn't have the right to tell you to stay with him but he just can't help it. "Can you make me some tea, love? Feeling tired tonight", anything just to get you to stay even for a few minutes more because he enjoys your company, but most of all, he enjoys seeing the way your eyes light up when you look up at him.

Simon, who so desperately wants to reach out and grab your hand when you walk alongside each other down the hall. He wants everyone to know who he belongs to and where his loyalties lie, but he just can't do it despite the aching desperation that claws at him every time your hands brush against each other, even for a moment.

Simon, who's unsure if he should actually pursue a relationship because he doesn't want to ruin your friendship. You have a good thing going between the both of you, why would he want to ruin it?

Simon, who seeks advice from the rest of the team and gets a rough talking-to when they scold him for holding in how he feels all this time, but they also encourage him to go for it. "The worst they can do is say no".

Simon, who finally gathers enough courage to finally ask you to talk, but he's so serious about it because he has never done this before and he doesn't want to mess it up. You think something has happened, so when he asks you to talk in private, you don't ask any questions and follow him, concerned that something bad happened to him.

Simon, who stutters and mumbles when he explains how much he likes you and how sorry he is for being so bad at words, but he tried his best and finally asks you if he can be your boyfriend.

Bf!Simon, who's eyes widen when you say yes and he almost can't believe it. He's immediately reaching for your hand, and when he finally gets to hold it, its like his love for you just tripled.

Bf!Simon, who doesn't get as jealous anymore when you talk to other men because at the end of the day, he knows he's the one you look for and the one you seek comfort it. He trusts you, he knows he can.

Bf!Simon, who still asks you to stay with him for your company but he doesn't do it as much anymore. He knows when work is over, you'll be waiting for him with open arms, ready to cuddle him and ease the stress of the day. He has you at the end of the day and all the comfort and company he could ever ask for.

Bf!Simon, who gently caresses your hand when he holds it as you walk down the hallways, everyone knows who he belongs to now, and he wants it to stay that way. His hold on your hand is gentle, loving, and warm. He loves feeling your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together as you walk.

Bf!Simon, who is so much more secure than he was before, he knows that he made the greatest decision of his life now that he has you by his side.

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[lovifie]

Thinking about Price making all the 141 men to a truce of not making any advances with reader.

She is still getting used to the safehouse and it's better to let her come to them, at her pace.

So they agree to wait, no sex with her.

Not even for one second did Price actually trust them, but he was still surprised to find Kyle out of all of them, balls deep into her tight cunt, overstimulating the both of them. Too pussy drunk to care.

It's only fair that Price teaches them a lesson.

Masterlist

Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

This is a little foreshadowing for part 4/5, not sure yet. But just a little treat for your imagination.

Don't worry, Soap is getting his piece of reader before we get to this point 💗

Please drop a comment, I love reading your feral thoughts ❤️‍🔥

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[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[Some Thoughts about Demon!TF141] (F!reader in next chapter)

you are a normal human living in a magic world, but you summon 4 demons when you’re doodling and accidentally draw a special magic circle.

Ghost, who lives in your shadow, often scares you when he reaches his hand out from the shadow without warning, but always catches you when you’re gonna fall.

Soap, who can shift into a larger form with sharp fangs and nails, having legs similar to animals, and need to be soothed after shifting and hunting due to bloodlust.

Gaz, who can gain energy by triggering others' sexual desire, his voice is sweet and able to seduce people when he uses his power, making their knees wobble.

and Price, their leader, can hypnotize others by staring at their eye, the smoke he spits out can make others fall asleep instantly.

They refuse to leave your house and now you are forced to live with four demons that always scare others off when going out with you, and always insist on sleeping on your bed because you’re warm and demos' body temperature are low. They will protect you till the end of your life, but when you die, your soul will become Price’s, and he might put your soul into a human-size doll? or change you into a demon just like them.

Reader becomes a doll (F!Reader)

Reader becomes a demon (F!Reader)

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