Simon Riley fucking into you as fast and hard as he can, balls slamming against you with every thrust- all because he has it in his head that he’s gonna somehow get you pregnant. He’s fucking demented, drooling on your back and raging against your prostate like he hates you. Every word out of his mouth is complete nonsense, and every time you cum he snarls and spanks your ass till it’s red.
“Let me fucking in- let me in- let me in- let me in-“ is all he can really manage, despite how your legs are wide and your hole is practically ruined from his cock at this point.
You don’t know when you’re going to get the chance that you’re a guy- your pitiful soaked cock dragging against the sheets seems to do nothing to convince him.
You’re not completely sure yourself anymore that he won’t get you pregnant, with how much cum as filled your poor belly.
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Johnny accidentally overhearing you tell a friend at the bar that you've been eaten out a few times, but it never felt very good and that's why you're pretty sure it's just not for you.
Johnny not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or come across as a creep yet finding himself helpless to resist the urge to ask you if you'd be willing to let him try.
"Can just try it th' once or we can take th' time tae get ta know one another. Whatever ye might feel more comfortable with. I'm willing tae beg on my hands and knees for th' chance tae show ye what those other bastards kept gettin' wrong, ye ken?"
Johnny's earnest enthusiasm, a complete change from the annoyed resignation of prior partners, winning you over and leading you back to his flat later that evening. What you don't expect is for him to not only live up to his promises, but surpass them far more than you ever could've prepared for.
Johnny eats you out like he wants to tattoo the memory of his mouth along every synapse within your body, greedy and covetous in how he slurps up the messy slick of your cunt with unrestrained joy. He feasts and groans for the tasting, blue eyes hazy with lustful glee as he tongues along every inch of your pussy.
"Fuck, lass, could eat ye for days and never have enough. Perfect, sweet little cunt tastes like heaven. Am no' stopping 'til ye cream for me."
Johnny groans and practically growls gasping words from between your thighs, praise and begging remarks which plead for you to cum for him. His arms remain looped around your thighs, hands kneading them through trembles of pleasure, bracing to hold you still when you start to waver two orgasms in.
"If ye need tae stop, just say th' words. Otherwise, I'll nae quit 'til we've both had our fill."
Johnny makes you cum in ways you've never felt before, again and harder, until the bedding beneath you and the lower half of his face is soaked with slick. When you become properly boneless, tapping out with the weakest cries and the shakiness of overstimulation, Johnny watches you from his place between your thighs. With a cheek laid to one and a smile on his face, he looks sated beyond belief.
Painfully shy reader getting absolutely obliterated drunk at the pub, losing all sense of timidity, and telling Gaz and Soap "I bet the reason Ghost actually hides his face is 'cause he knows everybody'd wanna sit on it".
Ghost overhearing, leaning over your shoulder, and letting you know "I'm just keeping your seat clean until you're ready to sit on it, love".
Obviously Simon fucks the embarrassment out of you the next day, but only after making sure you get your reserved seat nice and wet.
more portal pussy but this time… you’re getting passed around the entirety of 141. follow up to this
what started as a workaround for simon’s deployments quickly spiralled into stress relief for the entirety of 141.
ghost never explained what the portal pussy was. he simply left the disc on the common room table with a gruff warning: “don’t break it. and fuckin’ clean it after - or i'm takin' 'er back."
and now you’re getting passed around the whole team - and you’ve learned to tell exactly who’s using it by the shape and the rhythm.
simon is unmistakable. thick and heavy. he stretches you open with that familiar burn you’ve memorised. he feels like coming home - every ridge and vein dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until you’re clawing at the sheets and whimpering his name into the pillow. sometimes he still edges you for hours while he lies motionless behind his rifle, thumb lazily circling your clit.
soap fucks like he lives: fast, chaotic. the first time he borrowed you, you were halfway through making dinner. gentle circles over your clit suddenly turned into a thick cock with an upward curve that dragged relentlessly against your g-spot. short, frantic thrusts that made your knees buckle as you gripped the counter. when he came it was sudden, messy - buried deep inside you as your own orgasm washed over you so hard you almost dropped the spatula.
gaz is smoother, more precise; fucking you in slow, rolling waves - pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt and grinding into you. he’s patient, ever the gentleman, always playing with your clit at the same time, waiting to feel you gush around him before he lets himself finish.
price took the longest to give in. but now? he fucks you with a calm authority. long, deep strokes that bottom out every time. sometimes he just holds himself deep inside you, grinding the swollen head of his cock against your cervix until you’re overwhelmed and sobbing.
you don’t mind being shared - after all, if they’re fucking you, they’re still breathing.
Knight!Simon, who’s broad and brutal under normal circumstances, more scar tissue than flesh where the years have carved him open, now reduced to something small and shaking in Prince Gaz’s bed.
Massive frame trembling with every roll of Gaz’s hips, the full thick length of the prince’s cock buried inside him, stretching his hole wide, burn sitting constant and deep. Tears track down his scarred cheeks in hot, silent lines, sniffing wetly, the sound pathetic from a man who usually looms over everyone else. Broken whine slips free when Garrick rocks in just a fraction deeper.
Gaz bracing one hand on Simon’s scarred chest, feeling the frantic thud of his heart beneath the keloid’s, coos low and sweet, soothing a skittish animal. “There now, my knight. Look at you, falling apart so nicely for me.” His other hand grips the back of Simon’s thigh, keeps him folded open, legs pushed high and wide. “Breathe through it. That’s it. Such a good boy when you’re stuffed full like this.”
Simon’s hands fist in the furs beneath him, knuckles white, muscles in his arms shaking with the effort to hold still. Every thrust dragging a fresh whimper from his throat, wet and choked, his own cock lying heavy and leaking against his stomach, untouched and aching.
Fullness too much, Gaz cock pressing relentless against his prostate, makes fresh tears spill over, rim fluttering and clenching around the the prince. Sniffs again, loud in the quiet room, and Gaz leans down to kiss the corner of his wet eye, hips never stopping.
“Shh, I know,” Garrick murmurs, voice warm and coaxing even as he fucks him deeper. “My big, fierce knight… reduced to tears on his prince’s cock. You’re doing so well for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
Another thrust, deeper this time, and Simon’s back arches hard, a low, broken keen tearing out of him as the tears keep falling.
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pairing(s): john 'soap' mactavish x afab!reader x smon 'ghost' riley
genre: smut
warning(s): threesome, smut, unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, oral (f&m recieving) doggy style, probably the best ever aftercare which has ever been written on this blog, masterbation, fingering, overstimulation, spanking (ass and pussy), orgasm denial, slightly oc!reader (she has a cat, change it if you want), simon not being a cat person (he calls reader's cat a rat), a LOT of mentions about sex before it acc happens, reader is rlly living the y/n life icl, dom!simon, dom!johnny, sub!reader, light choking, lap dancing (soap gets a lap dance from reader), breast-play, dry humping, kinda pervy characters icl, mentions of porn, johnny whimpers like once, reader is insecure about how her titties sit (dont be insecure about them my loves, you are all perfect), finger sucking, degredation, praise at the end, not proof-read (i was writing this at 1am and posted it today), hair pulling, squirting
summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺
word count: 5.1k (i cooked bro)
a/n: first ever threesome on this blog and the longest fic i have written thus far. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla (p.s. i ate this up)
it was another sunday, the night before you went back on deployment with the rest of tf141. you were excited, but albeit nervous. price had debriefed you all and told you it would be an especially hard mission. he hadn’t told you what the goal was or what you would be doing while you were gone.
since it was so close to deployment time, you were all cutting down on alcohol since you all wanted to stay healthy. it was a tradition at this point for you, ghost and soap to go out for mocktails and a meal. simon went begrudgingly, only because you and johnny had begged him oh-so nicely to go with you both. he didn’t know why he agreed, but as much as he acted like he didn’t, he did enjoy being there with you both.
today was like no other, you were all laughing over drinks with no alcohol and the best burgers you had ever had in all of your lives put together. but this time, johnny was going on about a recent rendezvous he had with a woman a few nights prior. he was going into a lot of detail for someone who was usually so secret about his love and sex life.
as he was talking about the things he had done to her (eating her out, fucking her in doggy, etc) something twisted in your gut. you felt jealous, but also something else. you didn’t know how you felt, but one thing you certainly felt was jealousy. you squirmed in your seat as you chewed on the straw of your finished drink.
simon was an observant man. and he was also sitting next to you. he had seen you squirming in your seat, and he was definitely smirking under that stupid ghost mask he always wore. however, johnny didn’t realise how… ‘uncomfortable’ you were getting. he kept talking about what he had done to her, and god was it filthy.
you had always found johnny and simon rather attractive, especially since you had always seen them on duty, their big arms holding the guns they could very much end a life with. they could bith very much end lives with how massive their biceps were, and sometimes they did. you wondered sometimes what it would be like if they squished you in-between their biceps, how it would feel when you slept on them, how it would feel when you bit into them due to the immense pleasure they were giving you.
you saw almost every part of them. their chests, their abs, their v-lines, their massive biceps, their happy trails, every part of them. you saw them shirtless every single time you were laying low at a safe house during a mission. you went practically crazy every time, and almost every time, you ended up with your hands stuffed inside of your panties. you were never able to come from it. you needed more than just your nimble fingers playing with your clit.
you were broken out of your daydream when you felt a nudge. simon was looking down at you from where he sat. you were now slightly slumped in your chair, johnny still hadn’t stopped ranting about his one night stand with the girl he didn’t remember the name of.
“you alrigh’ lovie?” he asks gruffly, his chest moving with every word, you watched it move. his eyes squinted as you did so. he was either grinning or his brows were furrowed, either one would still make him look hot. you had only seen him without his mask once.
you remember it clearly. he was getting dressed after a shower. his mask was off as he didn’t expect anyone to walk into the room unannounced. you walked in as you had just gotten to the safe house after being separated on the mission. you were wanting to ask him what he thought about the choice johnny had made for dinner that night when you saw he had no mask on. your mouth fell completely open. you stood there and stared at him for a good few minutes before he finally snapped you out of your daze.
“like what you see, lovie?” he asked. and god, you did. his blue eyes, pale lashes. god, he looked amazing. you couldn’t even speak. and you didn’t.
you stood there and gawked until you heard soap bounding up the stairs. simon put his mask back on, though he still remained shirtless. you had your phone still in your hand, although it had turned off god knows how long ago.
“wha’s takin’ so long, bon? are we gettin’ a chippy or not simon, I fancy a kebab so it better be a yes” soap stood next to you in the doorway. you and simon stared into each other’s eyes for a moment longer, sharing something of understanding.
“lovie was just giving me ideas on what to order” johnny obviously took that to his advantage and began to talk about what was the best things to get from a chip shop.
eventually you had all come to a conclusion on what you wanted, and simon offered to go out and get the chippy. obviously, you wouldn’t forget what happened with johnny after that.
simon snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, bringing you back to the covert of the pub. you had all finished eating a while ago, and you just continued to chew on the plastic (shocker) straw of your mocktail.
“you alrigh’ bon? you’re very quiet tonight” soap observed (another shocker). you didn’t say anything and only nodded. he furrowed his brows, “ye sure, bon, you would’ve usually chewed my head off abou’ worrying about you by now” he asks, his tone slightly teasing.
“i’m fine, really, just thinking about what i’m gonna do when i get home tonight” it was a white lie. you were wet and you knew it, but you refrained from rubbing your thighs together as you felt it would make it a lot more obvious.
“are ya not gonna be a crazy cat lady when you get home?” he teases. you glare at him.
“i have one cat. one. besides, he’s in the catery for a while until i get back from deployment” you say, putting your empty mocktail glass down on the table in front of you. you fold your arms.
“wow, never woulda thought you would put that rat somewhere where he would be away from you for a long time” simon chuckles, you thwack his arm.
“i’m not gonna leave him for however many weeks without being looked after by someone nice” you defend “and he’s not a rat” you add pointedly.
“alrigh’ bon, enough abou’ the cat. what are you doing tonight?” soap interjected.
“dunno, probably just watch a movie. or a kids show to make me feel better about the fact we’ll be going god knows where doing god knows what for around a month” you speak, and as you finished, you looked down at where your hands were in your lap. you started picking at the skin around your nail.
simon discreetly placed a hand over your knee, stopping it from bouncing. you smiled appreciatively.
“how’s abou’ you come stay with me and simon for the night, bon? we was goin’ to stay together tonight anyway since we can jus’ get up and go tomorrow mornin’ it would be no trouble if you decided to stay. really bon” his voice started off uncertain, but by the time he reached the end of it, it sounded like he was pleading you.
“i would, really, i would, but my bag is at my house and i-“ soap cuts you off.
“we can go get it before we go over to mine. bon, i know you’re worried about the mission and what better stress relief than to stay with your best friends in the whole world” he says with that massive shit-eating grin on his face.
“i’m not sure simon is my best friend. especially not after he called dusty a rat” you say with a small smile after thinking for a couple of minutes. simon pats your hand that he was still sort-of holding.
“well, i didn’ hear a ‘no,’ did you, simon?” he turns to the man with the mask.
“i didn’ either, johnny” your smile got wider at the response simon gave.
“well, its sorted then, sleepover!” johnny cheers louder than he probably should have for a middle-aged military man. luckily, people were to engrossed in their own conversations to nosey over at your conversation.
you didn’t realise when, but somehow the bill had come over, you thought maybe simon had called it over while you were talking with johnny about your ‘sleepover’. but before you even tried to open your purse to pay your share of the bill, simon grabbed it and put it back into your bag. you furrowed your brows.
“what good gentlemen would we be if we didn’ pay the bill for our little bon?” soap spoke up, placing some cash on the bill, simon followed suit and put some more cash on the bill. both of them out on more than enough to cover everyone’s food and at least a twenty pound tip.
“home time” simon says as he gets up. you grabbed your bag before following behind the two men who were walking in a single-file line.
you eventually got back to soap’s car. you sat in the back while the two large men piled into the front and johnny started driving. it wasn’t long before you were back at your house, asking before you left the car if there was anything else you should bring with you other than your bag.
“only those nice little brownies you make, bonnie” you smile softly and jog towards your house, unlocking the door and going to the kitchen, grabbing a small plastic box and putting the rest of the brownies you had made inside of it. you grabbed your pink duffle you left by the door. you locked the door and made your way back to johnny’s car. both of the men were staring intently as you made your way back.
you got into the back of the car and rested the box of brownies on the seat next to you, johnny turned back and grinned at you.
“the best bon in the whole world” he grinned before turning his head back on the road and drove to his house. it was fairly far away from your house, and you had always been someone who was quickly able to fall asleep in cars.
you fell asleep fairly quick, and you had a weird dream. or rather, maybe you could call it a flashback.
the night simon left for the chippy that johnny had pre-ordered (you all chipped in with the bill, well, you tried to. they didn’t want your money even when you insisted), you were sat on the counter in the kitchen. you were sat sipping on some lemonade in nothing but johnny’s oversized tee and some skimpy knickers when johnny walked into the kitchen.
your legs were in the way of the cabinet johnny needed to get to in order to get to the non-alcoholic drinks you had stored. but instead of being a normal person and asking you if you could move your legs so he could get a drink, he spread them.
but then again, it was johnny, what did you expect? you were flushed when johnny patted your thigh and said a small, ‘thanks bon’ before he left to go drink his drink in the lounge. you never forgot about that, especially that night when your slipped your hand into your panties and failed to make yourself come for the umpteenth time in your life.
you only woke up when you were in someone’s arms, your cheek pressed against that someone’s chest. you opened your eyes and looked up at who is was. you were met with a ghost mask and concentrated eyes, not looking at you, but the way forwards. you closed your eyes again and squished your cheek more against simon’s chest.
soon, you were layed down on what you assumed was johnny’s sofa. you pretended to be asleep for a little while longer until you heard the tv turn on. it was a random tv show that was on way past a child’s bed time, and because they still thought you were asleep, it was on a very low volume. you opened your eyes and peeked at what tv show it was.
you eventually got engrossed in the tv and was fully awake watching it. you assumed the two other men knew you were awake, but your assumptions were wrong when they started talking. about you.
“simon?” johnny asked, simon grunted gruffly in response, “why’d bon get so quiet after i started talking about having sex with that lass?” he was so ignorant it almost hurt, simon shot him a sideways glance.
“maybe because she wanted to be in her place” simon shrugged. you were already rigid, but somehow you managed to become more stiff.
“what? i always though’ bon wan’ed to have sex with you. that’s why i laid off off her” you almost rolled your eyes at his foolishness. almost.
simon looked over at you. that’s when you knew you were busted.
“mornin’ lovie” simon drawled. you gulped as you took in how he was sat. legs spread, an obvious tent in his pants. since simon was fairly comfortable with you and johnny, he also didn’t have his mask on. you could see how his face darkened when he took in that you were fully awake.
you sat up and stretched.
“is it true?” johnny spoke up from where he was sat. his ankle was resting on his other knee, his large bicep laying along the back of the sofa, letting his elbow downwards dangle from the back of the chair.
“is what true?” you tried to play innocent.
“oh, come on, bon. don’t try to be all innocent. did you want to be in her place? the girl i was fucking” he said it so plainly, so seriously that you flushed red and shuffled where you were sat.
“does it matter?” you ask, avoiding both men’s gazes and instead looking and fiddling with your fingers.
you were so busy playing with your own fingers that you didn’t realise that someone else’s had begun to lift your chin. the two men stood directly in front of you, making you have to crane your head fully to look up at them.
“yes, it does” simon said gruffly.
“because we can make it happen if you wan’ us to fuck you, bon” johnny husks. it was his fingers that had lifted your chin, and they were beginning to trail down to your neck.
“we can fuck you good. make you cum all over our fingers, faces and cocks- so good you won’t want to be fucked by anyone else after we’ve done with you” simon lusts next to him.
you squeeze your eyes shut. they didn’t know you were still a virgin, you never shared anything about your sex life, not to anyone. it was now or never to tell them, you squeeze your eyes shut.
“i’m a virgin” you practically squeak, and when you opened your eyes again, looking up at the two men in front of you through your lashes, they were well and truly gone. well, mentally.
“oh fuck” johnny almost moans, “you tellin’ me that tigh’ little pussy hasn’t been fucked by anyone? haven’t even made yerself come?”
“i’ve tried, but it never worked” you say shyly, a faint blush creeping up your neck, painting your ears and cheeks a shade of light-ish red.
“what did you think about when you tried, lovie?” simon spoke up.
“you two” you blush harder, the light red now turning almost a wine-red colour.
“oh fuck” this time johnny did moan, the bulge in his cargo pants becoming more and more prominent. “you know how to lap dance, bon?” it was an unexpected question, so unexpected that you thought you turned redder, if that was even possible.
you didn’t trust yourself with words, you knew you would just become a stuttering and stumbling mess, so you let yourself shake your head.
“tha’s alrigh’ lovie, johnny‘ll show you” simon drawled.
as johnny sat down, you were practically hauled onto his lap by simon. johnny’s hands instantly found your hips, kneading, squeezing and guiding. out of your peripheral, you saw simon sit down not that far away from where the both of you were sat, having a clear picture of the two of you. johnny dragged your hips down until your barely clothed pussy came into contact with his bulge. you gasped and your hips jerked, but they jerked downwards, applying more pressure down onto his clothed cock.
“oh fuck, bon, yer makin’ me so hard” he rasps from beneath you. letting his head fall onto the back of the couch, his throat bobbing with a swallow.
he continued to move your hips, moving them in a circular motion. you were now wishing you had worn better panties instead of your skimpy light pink thong. at least they made your ass look good.
you glanced over at simon, which proved to not be a good idea at all. he was palming himself with a look in his eyes, watching the both of you with the darkest most lustful look in his eyes. it made your stomach flutter, hips stutter, but your stomach burn with confidence. johnny’s hand was now travelling up your body to your breasts. he was now watching you too, hypnotised, transfixed.
he gave you a look when his hand hovered above your breast. you nodded and he instantly began fondling with it. grasping, pulling, pinching. you were out of your mind, and with your new-found confidence? you felt almost unstoppable.
you took control, guiding your hips in a seductive way, wiggling them, grinding down on johnny with such force he actually whimpered. your ego was growing within the second. johnny’s other hand began to also travel up your body, and when your thought he was going to play with your other tit, he kept moving it upwards, around the collum of your throat. he squeezed slightly, not enough to cut off your oxygen all together, but enough to make a statement.
you continued to grind against johnny’s cock. at some point, you even threw your head back for dramatic effect.
that was until you were hoisted up over someone’s shoulder, your ass given a small slap when you instinctively kick. it was simon. you could tell by the blond hair. you looked up and saw that johnny was following and that simon was taking you upstairs.
you didn’t know where you were until simon threw you down onto what you knew had to be a mattress. nobody moved for a few seconds until you spoke up.
“what’re we doing up here?” you barely had time to get your words out before someone’s mouth was on yours. you instantly melted into it, tugging whoever’s hair that was kissing you. soon enough, your mouth was pulled away from the mystery person’s and another mouth was placed on yours. you couldn’t tell, but you had a sneaking suspicion you were kissing simon first before johnny wanted a turn.
who you thought was simon began to kiss down your body until he needed to pull the sundress you had on, off. johnny (you think) helped pull off the sundress before reaching over to the nighstand and turning on a lamp so everyone could see better. your suspicions were right when you looked up and saw johnny hovering over you with red lips and simon was down in-between your thighs.
“oh fuck” this time it was simon’s turn to groan. “these panties are the best fucking thing i’ve ever seen on you, lovie” he said lowly, kissing the inside of your thighs, wrapping his arms around them, “gonna keep these on while i make out with this pretty cunt, okay lovie?” johnny was watching the whole exchange before looking down at your panties.
you saw his eyes close and he took a deep breath, very clearly fighting the urge to take over from simon and ravage you until you were begging for him to stop. luckily, you didn’t have to wait much longer after a comment simon made about being drenched that its soaked through your panties before he moved the thin pink fabric aside, spread your legs and put his mouth on you.
he licked a large stripe up your cunt. from your hole to your clit, giving his tongue a flick when it got there. your hips jolted and hands flew to simon’s hair as he did so, a silent prayer, urging him to keep going. you honestly barely paid any attention to the fact that you were almost fully naked in front of the two men until johnny started suckling on one of your tits. you didn’t like the way your tits sat.
you had watched porn, obviously, you were curious. and whenever you saw a female’s tits, they always sat so nicely. yours didn’t, and you felt insecure about it. simon never stopped devouring you, not listening to the conversation you and johnny were having and instead focusing on making you feel good, plunging a couple of fingers in occasionally and scissoring them as well as curling them into a really good place.
“i- oh fuck- i know they don’t sit nicely-“ johnny looked up at you as you spoke, never disconnecting his lips from your nipple, but he looked at you curiously. “they don’t sit as nicely as other girls’ tits do- i don’t like how they sit-oh fuck, simon keep going”
“no, simon, don’t keep going” johnny sat up with furrowed brows. simon stopped sucking your clit with a wet pop.
“you should taste her johnny, so sweet” simon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sucking on the fingers he had just taken out of you.
“how do you think her tits look?” johnny asks, staring down at you intently. you try to sit up, but johnny placing his hand on your throat stopped you. you laid back down.
“they look perfect, why?”
“she doesn’t think they do”
simons eyes widen, you sigh.
you were then lifted up, turned around and forced on your hands and knees.
“simon, you fuck ‘er mouth. make sure she swallows and makes you come before she gets to. keep ‘er quiet from saying absolute bullshi’” you try to protest, but before you could even make a sound, simon’s cock was shoved down your throat.
he groans and keeps your head steady while he made sure you weren’t going to gag anymore. johnny then leaned down and ripped your panties straight off, discarding them somewhere in the room.
“they were my favourite panties” simon says through a groan as you took him deeper into your mouth.
“you never saw her in any others” johnny says pointedly before leaning down for his mouth to become level with your cunt.
“they were still my favourite” you moan around simon’s cock as johnny shoved his full face into your pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of you, hitting all the right places that make you moan and gasp around simon’s cock, making him pull your hair and groan back.
you didn’t know how long it would take to make simon come, but you knew by how johnny decided to make him fuck your mouth, he would last a while. johnny had already denied you an orgasm three times and you were beginning to feel hopeless.
and he did, every time you began to feel some kind of knot forming in your stomach, it would simmer away simply because johnny took his mouth away as his best mate hadn’t come in your mouth yet. simon gave you little to no warning when he was about to come.
the thrusting into your mouth became shallow and sloppy, you thought he was close, and he was. simon came with a low groan, spilling every little drop into your mouth. you swallowed instantly, since you knew johnny said if you swallowed and made him come that you could come.
simon pulled his cock out of your mouth, prying your mouth open with his fingers, looking to make sure you had swallowed every drop.
“how did it taste?” simon asks lowly, johnny was behind you, slowly rubbing circles on your clit.
“salty” you reply softly, almost gagging as simon shoved his fingers down your throat.
“she can come now” simon agreed along with johnny.
johnny got back to it, licking your clit, sucking and teasing, all the while, simon had his fingers in your mouth, making you such and gag on them. luckily, it didn’t take long before you felt the coil beginning to tighten in your lower stomach you felt unreal as you let go.
you let out an outright pornographic moan as you came on johnny’s tongue. your saliva dripped down simon’s hand, your legs were shaking as you came, your first ever orgasm.
when you came down from your high, you didn’t have long to adjust to being back before a cock was nudging at your hole.
“can i fuck you while johnny fucks your little mouth? please lovie, need to feel you wrap around my cock so well” simon practically begs.
“yes-oh please fuck me” you practically spread your legs a little, the two men chuckle as you do so.
you didn’t look down at simon’s cock as it entered your hole. it was full, and it burned as it stretched you out, johnny also gave you a couple of seconds before he opened your mouth, letting you take his cock into your mouth. you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. it was definitely big. like simon’s.
simon didn’t move until you were ready. you nodded slightly, moving johnny’s cock further into your mouth. you gagged, but it soon turned into a moan when simon slid his cock almost entirely out of your hole before slamming it back inside, making you take more of johnny’s cock into your mouth.
“oh god” you moan around johnny’s cock.
“not god, just simon and johnny, lovie” simon retorted.
“shouldn’ talk with yer mouth open, bon. ‘s not very polite” the scot pipes up.
“you’re right, johnny. maybe we should teach our girl some manners” simon coos, running a hand lightly down your back before slapping your ass harshly.
you yelped and jolted forwards onto the cock in your mouth, you barely had time to recover before you felt a hand come down on your clit. you were still sensitive from before, so you squeaked and your hips jolted away from the man who had just slapped your pussy.
you felt a few more spanks on your pussy and ass. each one as unexpected as the others before simon began to piston his cock in and out of your hole. your pussy was tight around his cock, he told you so. as did the squelching noises in the room. you were moaning, drooling, whining and completely in bliss as you tried to make johnny feel good.
“oh, just like tha’ bon” johnny moans out, gripping your hair when you did something right. you didn’t know what, so you let johnny take more of the lead.
they both moved in tandem, the only thing you were doing was making pathetic little noises, as well as occasionally bringing a hand up to cup and massage johnny’s balls.
you didn’t know how much longer you could last, especially not when simon had then reached forwards and began to fondle with your clit with his ring and middle finger. the lewd squelching sounds were bouncing off of the walls of the house. it was times like theses where you were happy that johnny lived in a semi-detached house so his neighbours would not have to look at you differently.
you couldn’t give any warning about your oncoming orgasm, partly because you didn’t know it was about to happen yourself. but before you knew it, you had screamed out, the sound muffled by johnny’s cock, but still loud enough that the two men had heard.
you were coming down from your high when you felt liquid dripping down both of your thighs. you were completely soaked, and you could say the same for the bed sheets.
“so pretty, lovie, so fucking pretty. squirting around my cock like that for me? oh i’m gonna fucking come, you’re so fucking pretty with your juices dripping down your thighs like a dirty little slut, oh, you fucking like that, don’t you?” simon’s thrusts were growing more sloppy, but harder at the same time, working you through your orgasm. “i’m gonna come, gonna come all over this pussy, paint it with my come-oh fuck, i’m coming” simon says through gritted teeth.
“oh i’m coming too- fuck, gonna swallow my come, paint your mouth all white with it- oh fuck” both men tensed around the same time, simon pulling out and spraying his come all over your pussy, whereas johnny came down your throat.
you eagerly swallowed again, it was almost the same taste as simon’s, but a bit different.
when you all caught your breath, johnny spoke up first.
“shower?” simon nodded and so did you.
both men helped you onto your feet and helped you to the bathroom. since johnny didn’t have a bath in any of his bathrooms (crazy, right?) you had to make do with a shower.
both men helped you stay upright as they both cleaned you, johnny wiping your cunt in order to keep it clean while simon washed your hair. you then cleaned the two men off, and got out of the shower.
the men let you have your privacy while you peed (you read it somewhere, don’t judge a girl, it’s what you’re meant to do, okay?) and they changed the bed due to your most recent orgasm, and simon’s.
and then, you were all comfortable in bed, your head resting against simon’s chest. you were laying on your side as johnny cuddled you from behind.
“that was good” you whisper with a yawn.
“yeah? who was better, me or simon?” johnny asked jokingly, kissing your shoulder. simon shot him a glare and instinctively pulled you closer. “oh come on, we know it was me. i gave her first ever orgasm”
“i made her squirt” simon adds pointedly.
the scot went in a huff, but still held you anyways, you didn’t hear them bickering, you were already asleep and off in dreamland where scots and englishmen weren’t fighting over who was better at fucking you.
this is a weird ask, you can ignore this if you are uncomfortable of course, but could you write simon or really anyone from tf141 x a reader who doesnt have a stereotypical “pretty pussy” or “pornstar pussy” and is insecure about it?
hi! I don’t think this is a weird question at all!! I think most people don’t have a ‘porn star’ pussy, it’s quite literally their job to have a pretty pussy lmao! But I digress
Next (for Price, Johnny, & Gaz)
Simon would be the most understanding about an insecurity like this. He’s covered in scars and burns, wears a balaclava, doesn’t like pictures, hides most of himself behind clothing and being aloof. He might be a little self-conscious himself, probably doesn’t think he’s all that conventionally handsome with all the cuts and gashes melded into his face, the leathery texture of his burn scars.
Maybe there was a time when he did think he was handsome, but that was when he was younger, before everything happened to him.
But now? He gets nervous taking his shirt off in intimate settings, keeps the balaclava on most of the time to keep himself covered, and you don’t push him.
Instead, you try your best to make him understand that his worth is more than the blemishes and scars that adorn his body— that he is more than his appearance.
Simon is a little shocked when he finds out the real reason you keep avoiding sex with him, especially since you’re so kind to him, treat him like he hung the moon and the stars despite how he looks. Quite surprised when it seems you do everything in your power to make him feel comfortable and confident.
Maybe you have a full bush that you can’t keep tamed, hyperpigmentation around your thighs and vulva, or your labia minora hangs a little lower than your labia majora.
Why the fuck would he care about any of that?
He doesn’t.
You’re beautiful to him in every aspect, graceful, ethereal; the most heavenly person he’s ever laid eyes on, and there’s nothing you could possibly say or do to change that.
Anxiety stung your chest, digging indents into Simon’s shoulders to hide the fact that your fingers were trembling lightly, to ground yourself from the fact that his fingers were curled under your skirt. Pressed right up against the top of your leg, thumb snug on the inside of your thigh, within a breathes inch of your pussy.
You had clamped them shut as soon as he began to brush soft strokes against it; he thought you were just sensitive, but you were doing everything in your power to stop him dead in his tracks, keep his thumb as far from your pussy as possible. But he was stronger than you, and he slipped past your thigh muscle easily, found your pussy just as soon as it left.
It felt good, god, did it feel good, but your stomach swooped low, and not in the good way. Your hand instantly flew to his wrist, pushing him away as best you could, chest tightening at the sound he made, guilt burning your eyes.
“What’s wrong, love?” He asked against your lips, “You push me away every time, you don’t want this?”
You swallowed over the lump in your throat, diverting your eyes from his, “I don’t exactly have a pretty pussy.”
He snorted a laugh, “And mine ain’t exactly a Van Gogh either.”
You chuckled lightly, but you kept your eyes fixated up, too embarrassed to look at him, “Just don’t make fun of it.”
“Oy,” He murmured, fingers finding your chin, dipping your head to meet his gaze. You gulped at the reverence in his eyes, the tender look he wore, “Why the hell would I ever make fun of you? None of that crap matters to me. You’re beautiful to me no matter what.”
So, that night you let him in, and when he peeled you back layer by layer with the expert curl of his fingers and deliciously smooth tongue, you were almost too dazed, too fucked out to hear him murmuring it’s praises.
“Not a pretty pussy?” He rasped, hot air on your cunt as he huffed a laugh, “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”
Kyle content on this fine Sunday. Kyle who simultaneously is extremely perceptive and caring of his team’s needs while also pushing his luck a little.
Sucking Johnny off til he cries, squeezing his balls til his legs kick out involuntarily, but also ducking down to massage out his leg cramp when it happens. Poor Soap is a sobbing mess by the end, but it doesn’t matter with Kyle’s soft voice in his ear, telling him how well he did.
Price gets in the habit of sleeping on his stomach - yes, he’ll wake up to Kyle’s tongue in his ass, but the Sergeant gives a mean bloody lower-back rub while he eats him out.
Ghost is the toughest. Kyle has to get him in semi-public and target extra whiny spots in the hopes that Simon won’t kick up a fuss around others. Simon supervising at the back of the gun range when Kyle comes sidling up, stiffening because he knows there’s about to be fuckery but it’s always worth it - winds up white-knuckling the ammo crates they’re ‘checking’ with two lubed fingers in his hole and Kyle teasing that “Could tell from your stance you needed a break, love. I’ll take over these FNGs if you cum nicely for me. That’s it - bite down on your mask so they don’t hear you whimpering like that. Good man.”
Our attentive, mischievous lad ❤️ his kryptonite is someone noticing his needs in return and asking forgiveness rather than permission.
-🐰
im in my kyle era. hes so pretty. hes so kind. hes so sweet. hes just as much of a freaky creep as johnny just has the self control the hide it. that ghost one has me in a choke hold. he's so caring <33 hes definitely not doing it for himself <3333 he definitely doesnt get off crazy style listening to his teammates whine loud <333333
was thinking about ways he would dote on reader as well.
Giving you a biiig stretch. Bending you in half till your legs hit your chest while he buries himself in your needy cunt. Or fucking you from behind, tugging you back by your elbows so your back arches and finally gives you that stretch you've been craving.
fucking hell i love him. ty so very for this bunny
Pornstar!Simon who has to have his face between your ass cheeks when he eats you out.
cw: +18 mdni, cunnilíngǔs, booty eating.
This is so vulgar, just keep up! Run with me
A man who got addicted to the feeling the first time you sucked his soul out of his throbbing cock. And maybe Heaven just had to be between those plush thighs no? But this— this wasn’t just sitting that perfect glossy pussy on his mouth.
No this is what enlightenment was.
That exact moment he wrapped his arms arms around your waist all your waist down on him, leaving hungry stripe after stripe through your sensitive heat to your budding clit and sucking it, your back arching in ecstasy just enough that your his nose meets your perfect little hole back there and his can’t fucking breath. Is makes him harder, munching on that soaking little box of you’re as he drowns. The man is intoxicated by the whole ordeal, your scent, that tangy sweet taste of your cunt on his tongue.
The way your hole tightens when he dips his tongue inside you, swirling it around your gummy hole that has you trembling, keening so loudly. You try to escape him but Simon only drags you back, his words fucking slurring as he breathlessly drawls out, “Hold on swee’art, hmm- hold on.”
Only makes him easy at you fast, flattened tongue sliding their your messy arousal and to your ass hole. Flicking at it and groping your ass till he goes back down, repeating the action.
“Simoon!” You gasp out, letting him left you to get a better angle, your thighs over his broad shoulders and you can only hold onto his torso for deal life. He groans, that sloshing sound mixing with your moans as the man eats you faster. Hungrier, suffocated as he feels the curve of your ass cheeks on his face, a heavy hand coming down that makes your ass sting and pussy clench so prettily tight. Probably a done deal as her feels them jiggle against him. “Bloody hell, ‘s good baby, fuck me- ‘s so good,” he whines against you, hand sliding to your sensitive Pearl and rolls it between his fingers. “Been needing this puss m’whole life princess, shit.” He’s french kissing your cunt, sloppy and messy, spitting down on asshole before rimming you, rubbing your clit fast as he sloppy laps at both of your holes till your screaming his name and cumming all over his damp face.
Pornstar!Simons member ripples out cum as he sets you down on the bed, cock still blushing red and throbbing for you. His fingers dance on your sensitive pussys hairy folds, a finger sliding into your hole that’s still pulsing.
“F-fuck, wait Si-“
But his pretty brown eyes are glazed over, staring into your matching ones as he licks his pink lips that still have your syrupy cum on them. He gulps down, panting, longing watching the way your body jolts at he curls his thick digit inside you, “You think- you think you can squirt in my mouth dovie?”
a/n: this pussy grip and this pussy fight back, ass fat he wanna—
priceghost in their divorce era à la the new trailer except they were both in a relationship with you before and neither could break up with you.
cut to having essentially a shared custody agreement where they agree to be civil just to switch who gets you staying with them. but they’re still petty assholes so price fills you with cum every time before he drops you back.
it’s fine though because simon fucks you right there in the car in whatever dingy half abandoned place they’d agreed in that week, hard enough for the car to rock visibly so price can watch from his drivers seat
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part two of reader who is an unfortunately a “too honest for their own good” drunk
somehow, with improper supervision, you manage to sneak a few for more drinks in that night which doesn’t help your state of mind as you’re being driven back home.
luckily, you’re passed out the whole ride which eases the worry of simon who has been subtly shifting around his stiffy the whole night.
finally, the car is parked, and you’re being nudged awake. “oi, can ya hear me? let’s get you some proper rest now, aye?”
your eyes flutter open to see gaz- such a pretty pretty face that you just can’t help but smile. “kyle…so pretty, so so so pretty,” you hum sleepily.
as if deja vu, soap stifles a laugh. kyle merely rolls his eyes as he unbuckles your seat belt, urging you to sit up so he can help you out of the car. “are you all coming up with me?”
soap turns around from the front seat, hooking his arm behind the drivers side to make eye contact with you. “just gaz and captain price, lass. someone’s gotta make sure you don get brain damage falling up the stairs.”
“shame. I’m gonna go touch myself to the thought of you all tonight.”
soaps eyes widen, and there’s a moment while he’s completely still as you get out of the car. then he’s fumbling with his seat belt, slightly too buzzed to undo it with any type of grace but he manages to stumble out of the car nonetheless, dragging ghost with him as he catches up to you, price, and gaz, on the way up to your apartment.
“seriously, soap?”
“hey, not to be dramatic but if she’s actually being serious, id blow my brains out if i didn’t see it myself.”
“obviously not. she’s gon pass out the moment she hits the bed.”
that’s when you interject- with the same impeccable honesty that you’ve had the whole night. “oh, I’m being so serious. what sounds hotter? being choked while sucking on the lieutenants cock or being eaten out by kyle till im crying of overstimulation? OR! what about the captain ordering johnny how to fuck me? ooooh that’s the one. promise I’m real good at taking orders, captain.”
“bloody hell…” murmurs price, unlocking your apartment door.
soap howls in laugher as he saunters into your place. “she’s unstoppable tonight.”
and when you plop on your bed, you’re already crawling to the beside table, pulling out a modest pink dildo from the drawer and shuffling your pants down.
gaz is trying to talk some rationality into that head of yours but it’s all kind of a blur as you sink the dildo inside your warm cunt.
when ghost finally walks in the room with a cup of water and soap right behind him, they both freeze immediately. “garrick! how could you let her do that?!”
gaz sputters, hopelessly gesturing in disbelief. “well what the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t touch ‘er like this! she won’t even listen to me!”
soap sighs, closing his eyes briefly as if praising god. “I knew I made the right decision,” he mutters, earning a smack in the head by his captain as he passes into your room.
“[x], you even know what you’re doing right now?” price speaks gently, making a strong point of keeping eye contact with you instead of looking at anything else.
you look up at him, eyes blurry with alcohol and lust. “faster, captain. order me to go faster, please.”
there’s a lump in his throat that he swallows down quickly. tension is high in the room as he watches in his peripheral the way your hand slows against the pink toy.
time slows as he exhales a deep sigh of regret. “faster, soldier.”
your body visibly curls at his command, and you hand immediately obeys.
and from there, it’s all downhill. soap is first, because of course he is. he insults your dildo, calling it a “mockery to the real thing” as he watches your eyes roll back while sinking in his own length.
he’s rough, as promised- holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth while his hips gradually bang you closer and closer to the edge of the bed where your head eventually hangs off.
coincidentally, it’s the perfect position for you to grab ghost by the belt loops, pulling him closer till his bulge rests right above your nose. conveniently, his zippers already down which gives you a perfect front row seat to the bulge you got a preview of earlier. “knew you were so fucking big,” you mumble against his balls.
Gaz’s curiosity gets the best of him and he inches closer unknowingly, watching the outline of his lieutenants cock slide down your throat which just looks so small compared to the girth being shoved down.
and if you weren’t already greedy enough, he’s close enough just for you to grab his length, urging him to buck his hips into your palm while explain how you want him to fuck soaps cum back inside your cunt next in between gargles and gasps.
your promise is soon delivered as soap spills into you with a grunt, relishing the way your pussy flutters as you welcome his seed.
you manage to pull yourself up, climbing on top of gaz and eagerly plugging yourself up with his length to prevent any more of soaps cum to escaping. and despite the filth, gaz doesn’t seem to mind watching a creamy ring disappear and reappear with each bounce of your ass.
then there’s price, whose length you’re kissing up and down while muttering words of thanks. “thank you, sir. love it so much- th-thank you,” you manage to say between little smooches against his shaft.
and despite being the lowest ranking member in the room, you continue to ask and they continue to follow. soon you’re humping against ghost’s mask, soaking it with his teammates cum. then, price is deep in you, holding you by the hips while you arch back to take soap between your lips-no limbs even touching the ground. they indulge in each one of your wildest fantasies, even the one where gaz cums in your mouth just to let him kiss it off your lips.
no one questions the rationality of any of the decisions made. no one counts the hours that pass until honesty gives way to exhaustion. and no one thinks of the consequences of tomorrow morning.
and whether “honesty is the best policy” still applies? that’s debatable.
soap slaps nikolai's ass while drunk thinking for a moment it was simon next to him and not the rugged russian. the captain and lieutenant had stepped outside for a smoke. he'd forgotten that.
"getting bold, sergeant." that firm, crisp russian voice goes straight to his cock. but soap is not one to back down.
"never liked subtlety."
nik raises a brow, looking down at the smug scot. or trying for smug, mixed with too much coy, a playful sparkle in his eye, and not enough shame. "da. then let us be clear, john mactavish."
soap smiles and takes a swig of his drink, before nik's giant paw is on the back of his neck and dragging him down the hall.
what follows is the most mind numbing fuck soap has ever received, his throat's sore, his ass red, and his hole stretched.
by the time he gets his wits about him, he realizes simon has a drink in his hand and has apparently brought one for nik.
part two of reader who is an unfortunately a “too honest for their own good” drunk
somehow, with improper supervision, you manage to sneak a few for more drinks in that night which doesn’t help your state of mind as you’re being driven back home.
luckily, you’re passed out the whole ride which eases the worry of simon who has been subtly shifting around his stiffy the whole night.
finally, the car is parked, and you’re being nudged awake. “oi, can ya hear me? let’s get you some proper rest now, aye?”
your eyes flutter open to see gaz- such a pretty pretty face that you just can’t help but smile. “kyle…so pretty, so so so pretty,” you hum sleepily.
as if deja vu, soap stifles a laugh. kyle merely rolls his eyes as he unbuckles your seat belt, urging you to sit up so he can help you out of the car. “are you all coming up with me?”
soap turns around from the front seat, hooking his arm behind the drivers side to make eye contact with you. “just gaz and captain price, lass. someone’s gotta make sure you don get brain damage falling up the stairs.”
“shame. I’m gonna go touch myself to the thought of you all tonight.”
soaps eyes widen, and there’s a moment while he’s completely still as you get out of the car. then he’s fumbling with his seat belt, slightly too buzzed to undo it with any type of grace but he manages to stumble out of the car nonetheless, dragging ghost with him as he catches up to you, price, and gaz, on the way up to your apartment.
“seriously, soap?”
“hey, not to be dramatic but if she’s actually being serious, id blow my brains out if i didn’t see it myself.”
“obviously not. she’s gon pass out the moment she hits the bed.”
that’s when you interject- with the same impeccable honesty that you’ve had the whole night. “oh, I’m being so serious. what sounds hotter? being choked while sucking on the lieutenants cock or being eaten out by kyle till im crying of overstimulation? OR! what about the captain ordering johnny how to fuck me? ooooh that’s the one. promise I’m real good at taking orders, captain.”
“bloody hell…” murmurs price, unlocking your apartment door.
soap howls in laugher as he saunters into your place. “she’s unstoppable tonight.”
and when you plop on your bed, you’re already crawling to the beside table, pulling out a modest pink dildo from the drawer and shuffling your pants down.
gaz is trying to talk some rationality into that head of yours but it’s all kind of a blur as you sink the dildo inside your warm cunt.
when ghost finally walks in the room with a cup of water and soap right behind him, they both freeze immediately. “garrick! how could you let her do that?!”
gaz sputters, hopelessly gesturing in disbelief. “well what the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t touch ‘er like this! she won’t even listen to me!”
soap sighs, closing his eyes briefly as if praising god. “I knew I made the right decision,” he mutters, earning a smack in the head by his captain as he passes into your room.
“[x], you even know what you’re doing right now?” price speaks gently, making a strong point of keeping eye contact with you instead of looking at anything else.
you look up at him, eyes blurry with alcohol and lust. “faster, captain. order me to go faster, please.”
there’s a lump in his throat that he swallows down quickly. tension is high in the room as he watches in his peripheral the way your hand slows against the pink toy.
time slows as he exhales a deep sigh of regret. “faster, soldier.”
your body visibly curls at his command, and you hand immediately obeys.
and from there, it’s all downhill. soap is first, because of course he is. he insults your dildo, calling it a “mockery to the real thing” as he watches your eyes roll back while sinking in his own length.
he’s rough, as promised- holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth while his hips gradually bang you closer and closer to the edge of the bed where your head eventually hangs off.
coincidentally, it’s the perfect position for you to grab ghost by the belt loops, pulling him closer till his bulge rests right above your nose. conveniently, his zippers already down which gives you a perfect front row seat to the bulge you got a preview of earlier. “knew you were so fucking big,” you mumble against his balls.
Gaz’s curiosity gets the best of him and he inches closer unknowingly, watching the outline of his lieutenants cock slide down your throat which just looks so small compared to the girth being shoved down.
and if you weren’t already greedy enough, he’s close enough just for you to grab his length, urging him to buck his hips into your palm while explain how you want him to fuck soaps cum back inside your cunt next in between gargles and gasps.
your promise is soon delivered as soap spills into you with a grunt, relishing the way your pussy flutters as you welcome his seed.
you manage to pull yourself up, climbing on top of gaz and eagerly plugging yourself up with his length to prevent any more of soaps cum to escaping. and despite the filth, gaz doesn’t seem to mind watching a creamy ring disappear and reappear with each bounce of your ass.
then there’s price, whose length you’re kissing up and down while muttering words of thanks. “thank you, sir. love it so much- th-thank you,” you manage to say between little smooches against his shaft.
and despite being the lowest ranking member in the room, you continue to ask and they continue to follow. soon you’re humping against ghost’s mask, soaking it with his teammates cum. then, price is deep in you, holding you by the hips while you arch back to take soap between your lips-no limbs even touching the ground. they indulge in each one of your wildest fantasies, even the one where gaz cums in your mouth just to let him kiss it off your lips.
no one questions the rationality of any of the decisions made. no one counts the hours that pass until honesty gives way to exhaustion. and no one thinks of the consequences of tomorrow morning.
and whether “honesty is the best policy” still applies? that’s debatable.
Nik, who gets turned on by weapons and bombs so Price shows him the super weapon he has and Nik grabs him and starts biting and kissing him.
Price pulls back, smirking. “I’m not that easy any more, love.” He purrs.
Nik scoffs with a confident little grin. He wants to devour Price and he is amused by his little bear’s defiance. He nuzzles against the side of Price’s neck; goes right for that sweet spot that makes Price a little weak in the knees. It works of course.
Price digs his fingers into the thick, buttery soft leather of Nik’s jacket. He can’t get enough of his big, burly boyfriend.
Nik shoves him away, smiling and fucks him against the side of the van while Valeria is on the other side smoking casually and talking on her cell. #nikprice
Imagine Ghost accidentally conditioning the 141...
Ghost is busy. Always. Too much paperwork, too many reports, too many logistics to handle before training. It’s 1400 before he realizes he’s skipped lunch. Again.
Not a big deal. Not the first time. Won’t be the last.
But he is hungry.
His eyes land on the bright pink bag of Valentine’s Day mini Snickers that’s been sitting, untouched, on his desk for a week. They were part of a bulk shipment to the base; some gift or something.
Not exactly lunch. But it’ll do.
He grabs the bag and heads for the training field. He’s two minutes late, not that it matters much because Soap and Gaz already have the unit ready.
"Where’s Price?" he asks, tearing open the bag as he walks up.
"Got pulled away. You’ve got this one, Sir," Gaz replies, raising a brow as Ghost lifts his mask just enough to pop a Snickers into his mouth.
Ghost doesn’t react, just grunts.
Today’s drill is a simple infiltration exercise. Hell, it's something Ghost or Price hardly have to be here for. Their presence would be more of a formality. Gaz leads the attackers. Soap leads the defenders. The teams get ten minutes to plan, to prep.
And then Ghost sounds the time up, and the groups move.
Ghost watches, leaning against a crate, chewing another Snickers, barely paying attention to one of the new guys—until the kid steps right into a trap. Ghost sees it before he does.
Blue powder erupts into his face.
Soap’s defenders descend, but the kid doesn’t go down easily. Blind, but still fighting back, holding his own until his team pulls him out.
Soap's team wins. Barely.
When it’s over, the teams regroup. Ghost is still eating Snickers.
He turns to the recruit, still dusted blue.
"What 'appened?"
"Didn’t see the wire." The kid shifts uncomfortably.
Ghost turns to the unit. "Who set it?"
One of the defenders raises a hand. Ghost considers him for a moment before reaching into the bag.
He tosses a mini-Snickers at the soldier.
The guy catches it. Looks at it. Looks at Ghost. Eats it.
Ghost turns back to the newbie. "Held your own. Tha' matters. Surprises happen. Don’t let ‘em get you again."
And that’s it. Training’s dismissed. Ghost pockets the rest of the Snickers and moves on.
...
The next day, Price is still gone. Ghost doesn’t skip lunch this time, but he still brings the Snickers bag.
They run the same drill.
Same recruit. Same route. But this time, he checks everything. Quick. Efficient. Finds the wire. Disarms it.
No blue powder today.
Gaz’s team wins.
Ghost eyes the recruit and flicks a Snickers at him. The kid catches it mid-air.
...
By the end of the week, Price is still gone. Ghost keeps the pink bag of Snickers on him during training. Like it's just another part of his kit.
One or two mini snickers get handed out every session. And nobody really notices at first. But the team starts moving differently.
They work harder. Smarter. More ruthless. More efficient. No one wants to be the guy who doesn’t get a Snickers.
Even the veterans sharpen their tactics. Gaz and Soap notice. But no one says a damn thing. If Ghost is going to give them snickers, then shut the gel up and let him give them snickers.
...
They're sent on a mission. High stakes.
They don't lose a single man. Not a single injury.
At the end of it, back on their transport home, Ghost pulls the pink danm bag from some unassuming pocket and hands out the snickers.
The men take them without question. They earned it.
But Ghost is running low. The bag nearly empty.
...
At the next training, Ghost doesn't hand out a single snickers. Not on purpose, but the bag is empty, so there's nothing left to do.
But the others notice. Gaz squints. Soap looks like a confused dog. Head tilt and all. The newbies glance at each other, shifting.
...
Two days later, Ghost swings his door open at 0600 sharp—and pauses.
Sitting just outside his door, neat as you please, is a bag of mini Snickers. Not the Valentine’s ones anymore. Just regular.
Ghost blinks. Hums. Pleasantly surprised, he picks up the bag, inspecting it briefly before stuffing it into his tac vest like it’s just another piece of gear.
He doesn’t think much of it. It’s a good snack.
At training, he does as he always does. Watches. Observes. Evaluates.
And then, without thinking, he tosses a Snickers at a recruit who clears a building faster than expected.
He snaps to attention as he catches it, eyes shining. Ghost does not question it.
The pattern continues.
And when he starts running low, Ghost finds a fresh bag of Snickers waiting for him.
Somebody—somewhere—has decided that the Snickers will not run out.
...
At training, at drills, in the field, there is a silent expectation. A new, unspoken rule. Do something exceptional? Get a Snickers.
The machine of the 141—the deadliest operators in the world—now snaps to attention at the crinkle of plastic.
They move with a ruthless kind of precision, bodies coiled, eyes sharp—waiting, anticipating.
Even Gaz and Soap are part of it now—though everyone refuses to acknowledge it outright.
But the moment Ghost hands one of his men a Snickers, he takes it.
Silently. Gratefully. Like a goddamn reward.
Ghost does not acknowledge this. Not out loud. But he keeps handing them out.
And they keep earning them.
They'd quite literally kill for a Snickers. (imagine what they'd do for an expensive piece of chocolate)
...
And then Price comes back three weeks later. He walks into the training area and pauses.
Something is off.
The unit is too sharp. Too focused. The newbies stand stock still in their group, as if waiting for something.
Gaz and Soap exchange a look. Soap refuses to meet Price’s eyes.
But he doesn't acknowledge it, until he begins unwrapping a plastic sleeve holding a new pen. The plastic is thick and loud. And half of their fucking head snaps his way. The hungry eyes of three dozen of soldiers latching on him.
Ghost, standing at the edge of the group, tears open a fresh bag of Snickers.
And now the entire fucking unit reacts. Subtle shifts in stance. Focused attention. Expectant silence.
Price squints. Frowns.
Ghost flicks a Snickers at a recruit. He earned it today.
The recruit catches it like it’s a holy offering and eats it immediately.
Price’s frown deepens. Slowly, carefully, he turns to Ghost. “The fuck did I miss?”
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You have always been a suspicious person, specifically with men; they were manipulative, scoundrels, and liars. That is why, at twenty years old, you are still single. But you couldn't contain yourself upon seeing that blue-eyed brute wearing a balaclava, slumped on the floor of that dirty bar.Simon and his team decided to have a few drinks to celebrate the success of the mission.
Ghost never liked bars; they were dirty, full of people who kept staring at him. And, not to mention that, well, he was never good with people, or rather, with women. So, seeing all his friends leave the bar with a beautiful woman in their arms, while the only thing he was holding was a beer, was frustrating.Well, actually, it was fucking depressing. Maybe that was what pushed him to reach this point.Simon Riley was slumped on the bar floor, drunk as an alcoholic.
He was sweating like a motherfucker, even drooling a little. He didn't know where his team was, his friends. It was his fault; he had told them to leave, that he would just drink a little more and go home. Liar. He didn't drink a little, he drank his fucking mind off. He didn't know where his phone was, nor his car keys. He wanted to cry a little.
Fuck, he would have to sleep on the floor of this bar. He hated feeling so pathetic.
"Are you okay?" Then he heard a voice. It was low, but he managed to hear it.And there you were, wearing a denim skirt that showed off your legs, and from his position on the floor, he could see a little bit of your pink lace panties.
"No... I, I... my friends left..." He tried to stand up, but fell right back to the floor.
"Oh, poor thing!" you said, feeling sorry for that poor man, already grabbing him by the shoulders and helping him up. "Your friends are so cruel, leaving you drunk and all alone here."
You took Ghost to your table, where you and your friends were, talking about how Simon had terrible friends. Ghost was way too big to fit on the chairs with your friends, so he slid down to the floor and sat right between your legs.
"No, my friends... they..." He was about to tell the truth, but then he saw your bright eyes looking at him, that little pity pout as if he were an abandoned puppy. He shrunk back and, with the ultimate shamelessness in the world, said:
"They... don't like me." Then he heard a unison chorus of women mourning for poor Simon.
"Awww, poor baby..." one of your friends said.You furrowed your brow and grabbed Simon's face, pressing it against your breasts. Simon let out a sigh as he felt the sweet scent of your skin, realizing that his nose was now right in the cleavage of the hottest woman he had ever seen.
Fuck, the guys would have to forgive him later.
"Poor baby... Girls, someone give me some water!" Simon grabbed your waist and rested his cheek on your breasts. You brought the bottle to his lips, pulling the balaclava up just enough to show his mouth." Drink slowly, baby."
He drank slowly, as if he were a baby being breastfed by his mommy.
"Give me your phone, darling. What's your password?" Simon whispered the password, not even paying attention.
Simon was more worried about the feeling of your thighs wrapped around him, your hand running through the back of his neck, and the way you spoke as if he were your little boy. He couldn't lie: he had a massive fucking erection.
Simon spent the next few hours drooling on your tits and saying how sad he was for being abandoned. You and your friends fed him, putting food in his mouth, and every time he said something sad, you squeezed him between your thighs. So, well... he said a lot of sad things just to feel you squeezing him.Fuck, he was in heaven. So much attention just for him. You even gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving your lipstick mark. He didn't know how much time passed, but at some point, he saw Gaz and Price arriving.
"Simon, you said you were going home." the Captain said, looking down at him like a father who just caught his son drinking secretly.
Simon grabbed your waist and hid his face even deeper into your breasts.
"Who are you, you idiots?" you said, glaring at the two men and pointing your finger at them.
"You are terrible friends! How could you do this to Si?" one of your friends screamed at them.
"What? We didn't..." Gaz started to defend himself, freaked out by seeing so many women picking a fight with him.
"Leaving him all alone here!" another girl scolded them.
"Look girl, we didn't know. Come on, Simon, let's go home." Price tried to justify himself.Then you stood up, while Simon kept clinging to your leg, watching that swarm of girls almost fly at his friends' throats.
"You know what? How do I know you are trustworthy?" Gaz was starting to turn pale. He didn't understand what the fuck was happening. Price, on the other hand, stared at the man clinging to your leg with narrowed eyes; he was already suspicious of Simon's bullshit.
"Simon, do you know these men?"
"What? Of course he knows us! Right, mate?" Gaz said, bending down to face Ghost.Simon's hand gripped your hip, purring as he felt you pet him and defend him with such possessiveness. Then he said the most coherent thing his dirty mind could think of:
"No." Plain and simple.
"You creeps!" one of the women screamed, already throwing her drink right in Gaz's face.
"You're trying to kidnap this poor man! I won't let you!" you said, grabbing Simon's cheek as you reached for your phone to call the police.
Simon watched the whole scene with a mocking smile on his lips and hearts in his eyes as he looked at you. And, well... he also watched his friends trying to defend themselves from the drinks and high heels being thrown at them. Amidst the chaos, Gaz pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"Hey, hey, stop! Look at this picture! It's us, me, Simon and... and this is the message you sent me, I'm telling the truth!" Then, for a brief moment, they stopped hitting them.
You snatched Gaz's phone, checking the pictures while your friends surrounded you, also snooping at the screen. Price bent down toward Ghost, staring at Simon's cynical face under the mask.
"I know your game, you bastard... You're fucking loving this, aren't you?"Simon laughed and pressed his nose against your thigh, sniffing you deeply.
soap wants to prove himself so bad to his unit, wants them to actually like having him around, more than tolerate him. he knows he's skilled, understands and is proud of his achievements, but it's never enough. he tries, going for the most elusive member of the squad right off the bat, thinking that if ghost of all people doesn't smack him on the head after spending more than 5 minutes in his vicinity, than maybe, soap can stay. won't get shunned, ridiculed, mocked. the thought dims, somewhat, after he almost dies - but the mere thought of his LT staying with him, waiting and guiding him, even if the chances of his survival were slim at best, is enough to fuel him for months to come. ghost clocks it, of course, sees the way the sergeant practically throws himself at people, grinning from ear to ear and making himself as lovable as he possibly can. simon scoffs each time, something nasty and angry overtaking his usually disciplined composure. it's not a surprise when one day, he simply snaps, arm snatching the scot and dragging him away somewhere without an audience, without soap's need to please everybody and be overly-friendly with them. his grip is tight, relentless, but johnny doesn't struggle - watches with a shallow breath, anticipation already making him hyper-aware of every move ghost makes. more than willing to take it all.
"from now on, you only look at me, yeah, johnny? ain't nobody else out there for you. just me."
