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[onefourone]

dating hcs for swansea

i feel like this man is painfully underrated, which is a travesty to all us old man fuckers 💔

➲ sfw + nsfw, age gap (reader is an adult!!), gn!reader

SFW —

This man is HARD to get close to

he has spent years perfectly curating a wall to keep most people out

then, of course, here you come— all friendly smiles and warm laughter. and he's stuck with you on this flying metal dump for over a year.

he's a grouch for the most part, but if you're persistent in showing that his bad attitude isn't turning you away, his wall will start to crumble

he'll apologize for being an asshole and even start showing his more playful side

in all honesty, swansea falls for you very quickly afterwards.

he kicks himself for falling for someone half his age but he just can't help himself.

you're the only one willing to deal with his bullshit. you're the only one willing to stay up late, listening to him ramble on about his past. you're the only one who could see past his flaws and still view him as someone worthy of your affections.

this man will NEVER confess first. if you want anything to go further than a friendship, you'll have to make the first move.

he's fresh off a divorce that he admits he fucked up. he won't ever think he's worthy of your love unless you show him that he is.

when you do confess to him, it's intimate. you both are sitting on the couch in the recreational area. everyone else is busy and you two just enjoy watching the sunset on the screen in a comfortable silence until you bring it up.

he's shocked, really. not because he didn't know you returned his feelings (you weren't exactly subtle about your attraction, much to his embarrassment.) but because he didn't think you'd want to make it official.

he'll make excuses at first. not really fighting against you, but fighting against his own demons. some gentle coaxing and soothing his insecurities will eventually get him to agree.

he won't say so, but you made him the happiest man— both on earth and in space. he makes a vow to himself that he'll do his best to be a man worthy of you.

NSFW —

sadly, you two don't get a whole lot of alone time between the lack of privacy and the ship damn near falling apart constantly

you two are lucky if you can get a full 5 minutes alone most days, but damn do you make the best of it

he finds himself being dragged into the maintenance room as well as random supply closets constantly like a couple of horny teens (he loves it)

i personally am a thick cock swansea truther— he's not super long but he's VERY thick and it fills you up good

giving him head is a challenge (one you love taking constantly)

has a surprising possessive streak and (with your consent) will absolutely mark you up in places you can't cover with your uniform. he actively encourages you to do the same to him.

on the rare days everyone gets to relax, he will not be shy about telling everyone else not to interrupt you two in bed, much to your embarrassment (and excitement)

he takes his time worshipping your body and opening you up for him

usually won't take his shirt off during sex at the beginning but once you two do it a few times, he'll eventually get comfortable enough to be completely naked

will sometimes get briefly insecure about his looks but it goes away as soon as he sees the hungry glint in your eyes before you start worshipping his body all the same

this man is far from vanilla and has plenty of experience with all kinds of sex acts, so don't be afraid to bring up something you wanted to try. obviously, you two are limited as to what you can try in the small amount space but he will make it work for you

sometimes he won't be able to get it up and will beat himself up over it relentlessly unless you comfort him

he won't ever bring it up first, but in those cases he's 100% down with trying for a prostate orgasm if that's something you'd be okay with

one time you told him that you found his flaccid cock just as hot and he didn't believe you until damn near came untouched after just playing with it for a bit

definitely into you rimming him but you didn't hear this from me

[onefourone]

Would you be open to writing a smutty John munch fic with a female reader?? If so I'd love to requests something.....🙃🙏

i sure would be, my reader friend 🫡 what would you like?

[onefourone]

deviating from my usual cod fics to write some john munch hcs since im in love with this paranoid old man

➲ sfw + nsfw, gn!reader

SFW —

you have to be very patient with this man tbh. years of dealing with failed marriages have made him wary of starting a new relationship

but after some gentle persistence, he eventually agrees to date casually

which bites him on the ass since he ends up instantly falling for you when he gets to know you

(thankfully for him, you've been in love since you first laid eyes on him)

it'll take some time for him to actually admit that he wants to be serious with you, but it'll be worth it

he likes to talk to you about all his conspiracy theories, even if you don't agree with them

he'll be away a lot due to the nature of his work, but any free time he has gets 100% dedicated to you

he doesn't say it out loud, but he loves when you fuss over his injuries when he comes home banged up from work

loves to show you off at the office and will find any excuse to bring you in when he's not in the field (until cragen rips him a new one and he has to stop)

NSFW —

i know it's low hanging fruit but come on... you can't expect a man named Munch to not have a healthy appetite for your hole

BIG ON CONSENT. he will never force you to do anything you don't feel like and never makes you feel bad for saying no to anything

not really into anything too hardcore that would hurt you because of his work, but if you sit him down and reiterate a few times that you 100% will enjoy and consent, he'll probably reconsider

sometimes he will be too tired or hurt to fuck you properly, but this man is VERY experienced with his tongue and fingers. he won't stop until you've cum multiple times and are thoroughly satisfied

loves to press his lips right onto your ear and whisper about how good you're being

he loves to have you ride him; it's easy on his poor bones and he gets an eyeful of your gorgeous body and face

he won't bring it up himself, but he's 100% into being dominated by his partner 👀

wears your marks with pride! absolutely loves going into work and proudly displaying the hickeys you gave him the night before

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Price is steady, he keeps you grounded.

Maybe it's something in the way he listens, he takes in every word with so much consideration and focuses on the emotions behind your words. You feel understood when you’re with him, he never makes you doubt yourself.

When he wraps his arms around you, you feel warm and secure, everything around you immediately feels calm and less daunting. You always know you can turn to him when everything is overwhelming. He doesn't need to fix anything, he just holds you, letting you find your way back to yourself.

He reassures you and allows you this time to be vulnerable as he makes you feel safe. It's those sorts of moments that as you’re leaning against him, that you realise how much trust is between you both. 

You know that no matter what happens, he’ll be there. Always has been, always will. You’re never alone with him, even when he’s away for work, his voice on the other end of the phone is soothing. Price just knows exactly what to say and when and you’re incredibly thankful for that. You don’t need to pretend with him, he just accepts you as you are. You’re not perfect, neither is he and that’s fine by him.

He has a sixth sense, knowing exactly when you’re reaching a breaking point and is able to comfort you in subtle ways. A gentle hand squeeze, a kiss to the forehead or even just sitting alongside you as he glances at you in silence. He knows that even just being beside you without speaking, is enough to bring you back down to him.

Price is everything you could ever ask for in a husband. Though, whenever you tell him that, he just brushes the compliment away, thinking that how he is with you is how anyone should be with their partner. 

He holds you so tenderly, you know he treasures you with how much adoration and care is reflected in his actions and words. Gentle hands across your skin as he holds you close to him at night. His heartbeat is steady as you rest your head against his chest, a sound you’ve become accustomed to hearing, one you easily fall asleep to.

Price is your home, a place to be yourself.

And you are forever surrounded by his unconditional love.

༄ cod m.list

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[onefourone]

Imagine Gaz finally asks you out.

The warmth in his eyes makes your heart tingle, but he maintains his usual friendly yet professional demeanor he's always kept with you. You don't know what to expect tonight, but giddiness lingers in the back of your mind all day.

Many hours later, between dinner and the club, you find yourselves stuck in traffic with his hand resting on your knee. You tell a particularly blue joke and Kyle's eyes widen. You worry you've gone to far.

Your thoughts flatline for a moment as his hand slides up your thigh. Eyes straight ahead, he keeps watch on traffic as his fingertips tease the gusset of your knickers.

He pushes the fabric aside as you guide his movements, leaning back and positioning your knees as far apart as you can manage.

With his other hand he deftly maneuvers the vehicle out of traffic as you talk dirty. He gives it back twice as hard. This is a version of him you've never seen.

By the time you reach your flat, he's made a moaning, writhing mess of you.

As you clumsily lock the front door and fumble with each other's clothing on the way to your bedroom, you wonder out loud what happened to the proper, reserved soldier who asked you out this morning.

He replies simply as he pushes your knickers down your hips with a smile, "I left him behind with the uniform."

GAZ MASTERLIST

[onefourone]

🩷 about me + masterlist 🩷

hello! my name is saturn, but nicknames/petnames are perfectly fine too! i use any pronouns and am in my late 20s! i'm black and plus sized as well ✨

i am a very amateur writer and do it for fun! i mostly write gender neutral readers so anyone can insert themselves 🩷 but i can do gender specific if requested!

PLEASE NO MINORS! even on my sfw posts! i will block you if you ignore this, please respect my boundaries :(

i support dark/dead dove works/creators 🩷

masterlist below!

* contains smut

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

sub gaz*

dating hcs*

what you love

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

big man* (09 soap)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

good — part 1, part 2

JOHN PRICE

cuddles

GROUP/MULTIPLE

vday hcs

proposal hcs

love languages*

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EXPAND ON THIS

https://www.tumblr.com/tojisun/758472884430716928/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-you-just-cant-make

AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

aww im glad that u (all) liked that blurb!! didnt expect the vitriol in ur guys’ reactions but ykw? samesies <3 oki uhh so heres something quick and simple

cw: fivesome (but they go in order, also simon doesnt properly get a turn im sorry 😞); f!reader; subspace; builds up into consensual noncon; unrealistic sex; rambly as hell and its set up messily; wc is 3.6k :’3

(you tell them it’s a wrong send, and that it’s meant for johnny so they all said, “oh damn. welp,” and leaves you and johnny to go at it all night long teehee <33) (jk) (unless) (no ok im jk)

johnny fucks you first. the guys didn’t complain, and trickled into your room, ready to fall to whatever place they could sit down to watch. johnny laughs, and tugs you towards him, gently slapping your hand away when you try to cover yourself up with your shirt, and tells them, “watch me.”

not us, but me. like you’re a nameless hole whose only worth is to be fucked, and somehow that… doesn’t deter you at all.

instead, you ignore the warmth flooding in your cheeks and the stares that drag on your body, and focused on johnny’s smirk and his crooning words and his wide palms roving over whatever sliver of your skin he can touch. he positions himself in between your legs, his fatigues an uncomfortable sensation against your oversensitive skin.

he doesn’t care. he drags down his zipper and frees his cock from his briefs, before swiping his palm on the inside of your thigh, gathering the excess lube glistening there to use it as oil for his prick. your nose scrunches when he brings his hand to give himself a quick tug, foreskin peeling from the head to show off how flushed it is.

he crawls until he’s on top of you, and throws out, “let me show ye how to fuck ‘er, yes?”

you don’t even realize the words are for the rest of the squad because he’s already slipping his cock in your cunt, slow and careful, and you keen because yessss—

this is the delicious burn you’ve wanted. oh god oh god—

it didn’t even take johnny long before you’re cumming, your throat spasming at the scream that rips itself out from within you. your hips rise from the bed, your body jolting, unable to ground itself at the breaking euphoria that forced shockwaves to raze your synapses.

you fall on the bed limply, satiation filling you up in lapping waves. johnny pulls out and fucks his fist and sprays his cum all over your stomach. he musses it up, rubbing his palm against it like it’s a damn lotion, and lathers whatever inch of your belly he can cover.

it’s gross and weird, especially as the recollection that you’ve had an audience hits you, but then johnny’s stepping back and moving away. you try to shut your legs close, but someone’s already shuffling in, taking up the space that johnny had carved out.

you stare up at your captain, shock filling you up. he doesn’t ask with words but he quirks his brow up, waiting, and you don’t know what it is, but you give him a nod before ducking your head to the side.

which was a mistake, you learn, because you make eye contact with kyle; kyle who is—was—slowly rubbing himself through his pants, his palm gliding over his chub. his eyes are blown wide and he looks ravenous as he meets your gaze.

you hiccup, feeling cornered and delighted at the same time, but then john’s rubbing his cock along your messy folds, using the mess you and johnny made to lube himself up, and you mewl, tearing your eyes away from kyle to meet john’s stare head on.

he looks… calm. not teasing nor hungry, but poised with forced grace like this is another mission, and he has willed his full body to sync together so that not even a stray strand of hair will falter and miss a beat.

you don’t know how to position that with yourself, not like you needed to dwell on it any further because john’s already thrusting in. like johnny, he is careful, but he is more cautious, pushing inch by inch without even a ragged breath like he’s scoping out your reaction before he could let out his.

god, why’s everything so difficult with him—even now, speared with his cock, you still don’t know how to react. it’s like you’re a recruit all over again, dawdling underneath your CO’s scrutiny. it’s jarring, terrifying, really, but then john’s drooping onto you, his head tipping down to nuzzle close to your jaw, and this level of intimacy is what rips a moan out of you. it is drawn out and high-pitched, and so, so utterly debauched.

you hear more than see john’s pleased laugh, his breaths coming out in puffs that brush against your neck in a ticklish manner. the moment drags on—nuzzles and quiet huffs, and slow rocks of his hips almost like he’s taking his time to savour you; to allow you to get used to his size because he’s so different from johnny.

johnny is thick, but john is long. he is reaching deeper than you have ever known, and it’s so overwhelming that you begin to cling to him, in need of any way to ground yourself down from the slow-racing pleasure.

you don’t know how long he’s got you like that, but then he’s pulling back and away, and, “nonono, please. please, sir—”

“shh, i’ve got you,” he rumbles, still so utterly quiet that it forces out the tears faster, and you know something’s changed because john is looking at you with a proud smile, all tactile as he manhandles you to your side, before disappearing behind you. you feel your head being lifted then dropped onto something harder than your pillow, and it is only the smell of ozone that lets you know that john had pillowed your head with his arm, while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer to him.

you stare at the expanse of your room but everything looks like they’re appearing underneath a hazy filter, so you blink your eyes to clear them from that mist but it remains unchanged. you feel heavy, all of sudden, like you’re submerged in water, wading through the ripples. floating.

you try to look at the others but all you see are blurs of colours, and you know this should terrify you, you know something’s happening in your mind, but you feel so good. so happy. so you fold into yourself, accepting the haze with a keen because john’s fucking back into you.

it is still so utterly gentle, like love-making, and this makes you sob because the euphoria is dizzying and overwhelming. it is something you haven’t felt before—johnny fucks you like a man starved; john fucks you like he’s trying to meld himself into you. or you into him.

it is so drastically different, and you were made to navigate the changing tides. but you can’t, not when john—

“fuck!” you scream, thrashing in his hold, but john ignores your voice as his heavy hand falls on your cunt with consistent smacks.

you feel lightheaded, untethered, and this is what pushes you to the edge. your orgasm is cataclysmic. it’s like having the fabrics of your reality collide until you are a supernova, bright and burning and so, so, so ecstatic.

you don’t even know how you came down from that high, but when you wake up, john’s already pulled out and your thighs feel extra sticky. you sniffle, turning to accept the quick kiss he leaves on your cheek. he pulls away and you watch him sink back to the lone chair in your room, and only then do you realize he’s still in his uniform. still in the fatigues.

it makes you extra vulnerable somehow and you twist, trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but your shirt’s been thrown to the floor, far from your reach, and your blankets were kicked off the bed.

you grumble, shyness encroaching again now that there’s no one to monopolize your attention, but a movement from the corner of your eyes makes you jolt. you turn, forcing your eyes to focus, and you blink in surprise because you are sure that kyle wasn’t there before—close to your shelving that is stuffed with little knickknacks and souvenirs brought to you by the boys when they take on separate missions that don’t require your involvement.

the same shelving where you’ve plopped your charging vibrator on. the very same one that is being held up by kyle.

“kyle?” you ask, unable to say any more with how wrecked your voice has become. but the call echoes like a gunshot in the suddenly stifling room, and they all look at you as one. like it didn’t matter if kyle was the one holding the wand because they all knew what they want, and it is to see you be fucked with it.

excitement fills you up despite the throbbing exhaustion settling in your bones, and you wonder if they could scent it with the way the pressure in the room grows heavy, almost bladed—ice shards against still waters.

kyle moves towards you and your eyes track the wand, almost hypnotized by it, and watch as he drops it on the mattress to shuck off his clothes. it is only then do you turn to him, hungry in the way you devour how he moves, how he breathes, how he unbuckles his belt.

his trousers come first, then his shirt. kyle is a catastrophic wonder—seeing him naked like this makes your core throb, aching need stretching in the yawning of your stomach, because he is so beautiful, terrifyingly so.

he reaches for your waist and drags you so you’re laying on your back again, your legs sprawled out on either side of his hips. he looks down at you, his eyes crinkled in his smile. he looks so charming, boyish and youthful, and he makes you thrum with quiet desire because you feel safe even when you’re bare before him.

you feel particularly cherished, like you are the apple of his eye.

“you’ve been so good to us, love,” he murmurs, but in the silence of everyone, his voice bounces off the walls, seeping into where the others are, watching raptly once again.

you nod, not knowing what else to say. kyle chuckles, the sound trickling like quiet chimes, and you wonder if he’s doing this for you—talking to you in whispers to give your body time to come down from the tremors, or filling you up with something other than a cock because johnny had come in scathing, and john had pierced you with something consuming, and kyle—

kyle is trying to distract you.

you’ve forgotten about the toy, sitting there so innocently. it’s out of your reach, tucked preciously close to kyle’s left leg the way he treats all his smaller guns—never straying beyond his person, and hovering close. you’ve once asked him if it wasn’t more comforting to have it on him where he can feel its weight and kyle had looked at you with that soft smile like you’ve uttered something so delightful, before telling you, “there’s a certain pleasure in having it displayed.”

like a promise and an assurance—he will always be faster; the one who is more in control.

and today, kyle is treating the wand with the same vehemence.

you didn’t even know you were already shaking your head until kyle had cupped your cheek, quiet sounds of comfort rumbling from his chest.

“don’t worry,” he says, eyes blazing with a terrifying promise. “all good girls have to be rewarded.”

kyle doesn’t fuck you with his cock right away; instead, he’d bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. it makes you gasp, back arching at every wet suck. there is pleasure to derive, but it is so muted that you begin to settle back into your mattress, waiting, almost in bated breath because kyle has yet to reach for the wand.

you jolt when he finally uses his hands, stomach tensing in anticipation. but still, kyle doesn’t reach for it, and instead he swipes a finger to your slit. your pussy’s still so sensitive so it makes you buck, a sharp animalistic sound tearing from your throat, and kyle takes advantage of the sudden change in the pace.

he slips in two fingers in your cunt, curling to poke at your walls, before fucking them out—he lifts up and sucks your other nipple—and punching them back in. it’s a wet slide, each thwaps ring in your head, and you moan, clawing at kyle’s back because how could he make you feel good just like this?

it’s almost a laughable parallel—just an hour ago, you had been in the same position, with your legs parted open and two fingers fucking in, while your other hand flicks at your nipples because you had so desperately wanted any form of orgasm. god, it didn’t even need to feel ecstatic, just something that’d rip your aching need into quiet tides. and now here you are, spread open with kyle mirroring every flick of his fingers and every pinching sensation on your nipples, and he is making you feel good.

how dare he. how dare he give you unadulterated pleasure with just his fingers? how could you ever go back to masturbating now that he’s even triumphed over your previous failures, showing your body that there are ways to make your toes curl without a cock nor a toy?

how dare he—

“no!” you whine, circling your hand around his wrist when he pulls out. you were so close; its tendrils spreading all over your body in the wake of your encroaching orgasm. you thought you were going to be rewarded? kyle promised. he said so!

“oh, love,” kyle coos, breaking through the swirling turmoil in your head. “i’m not done yet, i promise.”

you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the sob that is lodged in your throat as you watch kyle give his cock a pump before lining it up with your cunt. unlike johnny and john—and the reminder that they’re there, with simon, makes you jolt for a quick second—kyle doesn’t press in slow nor gentle.

no.

kyle punches everything in. you scream, the sound guttural as you are filled so quickly and so deeply, leaving you to feel the sudden crescendo of your pleasure. your body spasmed—because there was nothing else that could explain the sensation of having all your synapses sing with a ripping pleasure—before you black out for a second.

you come to the feeling of kyle’s hand mapping your belly, digging just enough that his fingers dimple your skin. you are still stretched and stuffed, and the remnants of your pleasure fire up again.

he flicks his eyes up to you with a smile. “came so soon f’r me, love.”

your only response is a gurgle. it makes kyle laugh.

“that must mean y’r ready for something else, yeah?”

a confused whimper bubbles from your throat. kyle just snaps his hips in reply, rendering your mind shut again. you hear him shuffling against the sheets, his free hand reaching for something you cannot see, and you feel your mind pressing at its edges, trying to retrieve the memory of what it is he is looking for because you know what it is, you’re sure.

buzzing noises fill your ears, the sound ricocheting around the space, and your body locks, recollection slamming into you. you tear your gaze away from the far wall to look at kyle.

you wonder what your face must’ve looked like because kyle begins to croon.

“i’ve seen this from a homemade porn video.” he shrugs at the incredulous expression on your face. “and i’ve always wanted to try it because sweetheart, they didn’t press it on her clit.”

what—

kyle moves, his body rippling with ease. you don’t notice but the boys crowd in, interest bright in their eyes. only ghost continues to be rooted in his spot, and it is only his head tipping to the side that lets the others know he’s just as interested.

kyle presses the toy on your belly. your nose scrunches in displeasure because it just feels like you’re being massaged incorrectly, but he keeps shifting, hunting, and it’s weird because kyle’s still in you so what—

you gasp, eyes widening at the odd sensation. kyle freezes, his body curling into something predatory, and digs your wand there on your—

“no way,” johnny laughs, and you want to snarl at him to go away but you can’t because he’s right.

no way.

kyle had pressed the vibrating bulb of your toy just below your belly and slightly before your upper pelvic area—kyle had pressed the toy on your womb.

the pleasure is new, uncharted, and it is petrifying because you’ve never felt this way before. you didn’t even know it was possible to stimulate yourself there, but kyle’s already resuming the pace he’d set, fucking his cock in deeply almost like he wants to feel the buzz from within.

you begin to sob but the tears feel different this time. they’re still out of pleasure, but the swirling surprise melts the euphoria into something frightening. you don’t even realize you’ve begun to babble.

“no more!” you hiccup, weak fists thumping against kyle’s chest only to be restrained by john and johnny, each man pushing them down with their own hands.

everything feels too scary, all of a sudden. this pleasure of yours is bigger than you have ever expected and it’s building up too fast and too soon, and still, kyle remains unfazed.

“i’m scared! i’m scared, kyle please!”

your words turn into unintelligible warbles, and kyle just says how you are so adorable like this.

“y’r pussy’s going stir crazy, baby,” he croons amidst your tears and you want to scream at him, to be mad and say something mean, but you feel so utterly lost in the bubbling bliss.

it is something you’ve never felt before; it’s almost like you are relearning your body at this very moment—like kyle is unmaking you, and remodelling you, and you feel this cathartic bloating of your orgasm.

kyle sees the moment you succumbed to the enveloping terror of your euphoria, and it’s like he’s been waiting for this moment because he begins to fuck you faster. deeper. his pelvis meets the plush of your ass with every thrust, while he digs the toy further down your flesh.

how could the vibrations ripple past the fat, you don’t know, but your orgasm is building, peaking—

it breaks with another scream tearing from your lungs. this one is much stronger than the previous ones, and enveloping because it feels like your whole body has shut down in the wake of your release.

your mind splinters, your body falling limp like your strings have been cut loose, and kyle turns forgiving again because he shuts the toy down and throws it away. he pulls out and only then do you feel the trickle of his cum sliding out of you.

he leans in, brushing his nose over your cheek. then, “just one more, little bird.”

kyle slides off the bed, but so do john and johnny, and you hiccup, still sobbing, still floating from the world-shattering climax, when simon greets you.

he is quiet for a while, watching as you catch your breath. you couldn’t even stop yourself from sniffling, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes to stain your already blotchy cheeks. he grunts, hand falling to brush unimaginably soft touches across your body, observing.

waiting.

“was’it?” you finally bite out because you know simon—you know ghost—and there is something that’s sitting on the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to spit out.

simon grumbles, rolling his eyes.

you groan, growing impatient. “tell m’.”

but he still doesn’t talk, choosing instead to manhandle your body until it is close to him. you want to tell him to give you a minute; that you’re still so sore and tired, and kyle just fucked you mindless that you need a goddamn break, so, “s’mon, no…”

he grunts, palming along your waist, then your hips, before it stops on the fat of your ass. he grabs a handful.

“won’t you let me fuck this hole instead,” simon finally replies.

your heart lurches to your throat, and you’re not the only one surprised because johnny’s bounding in close, excited, chatting simon’s ear how he wants to go next, “please, LT?”

you want to tell him to ask you, not simon, but simon’s already giving his assent with a huff, chirping how johnny’s so impatient—a master and his dog—before they turn to you again.

it is only then do you realize that simon hadn’t been asking for proper permission; it was all formalities because he was not going to settle for anything that isn’t yes.

anal sex hasn’t been something you are really interested in; no amount of porn and online anecdotes can change your mind, but simon’s gaze is heavy. it’s final.

before you can even reply, john’s already throwing something to simon. he catches it with ease, and only when simon flicks his hand do you recognize it to be the lube you’ve chucked away in your anger when this whole night started. kyle returns with the wand.

you lay there, on simon’s lap, seeing them flanking you for this… corrupting.

“okay,” you muster, trying to stake even a semblance of control.

thankfully, they ignore the shaking of your fists or the way your chest begins to heave in your morbid anticipation. simon laughs, and swoops down to nip your cheek.

“good girl.”

whew whyd it become a long ramble of smut??? it was supposed to be a john n johnny centric fucking bc of the prelude but alas, i needed to write a semblance of dark!kyle so here we are <3

temp taglist bc yall are animals (affectionate)!!!: @getosuguswhore @slut-lmao @mxtokko @imjusthereforkonig @bratzdolly4 @mabelwinters @stars4sar @sergeant-jasper @spiceywawa @j0r-d1e

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141 & their love languages for you (gn!reader)

➲ (sfw + nsfw)

PRICE: PHYSICAL TOUCH

⤷ This man needs to have a hand on you at all times. His favorite is putting his hand at the small of back. If not that, then the back of your neck. Having your skin under his fingers is so incredibly grounding to him.

⤷ There is never a time when his hands aren't on you during sex. He loves to hold your neck the most. He doesn't choke you (unless you want him to), but he just loves to just hold you there. Otherwise, his hands are just constantly all over you, groping every inch of your skin from start to finish.

GAZ: WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

⤷ Kyle is the definition of a sweet talker. Seeing the determination on your face when he encourages you. He's never overbearing, just very empathetic. He knows how it feels to not have anyone in your corner, so he vows to make sure you always feel supported.

⤷ Two words. Praise Kink. He loves to drape over your back, rutting into you while he whispers in your ear about how good you're doing and how fucking amazing you are. He isn't just saying it for sexy purposes either. He genuinely believes it, and that makes it so much hotter.

SOAP: QUALITY TIME

⤷ Good luck prying this man off of you when he's on leave. He absolutely loves spending all his time with you. It doesn't matter if you're doing something with him or just near him, as long as you're nearby. He especially loves playing games with you because he loves how competitive you get.

⤷ With Johnny being around you so much, you can expect sex to happen often. He doesn't really consider himself to have a high libido, but one of his favorite pastimes is making you cum as much as possible. You could just be watching TV with him and then 5 minutes later, you're getting the best head of your life.

GHOST: ACTS OF SERVICE

⤷ Please tell this man what to do. There isn't anything he loves more than seeing the smile on his face when he completes a task for you. Whether it's making you a big dinner or simply finding the TV remote for you. He'll do it all with a smile on his face.

⤷ This, of course, translates to the bedroom. Simon has never thought of himself as being particularly submissive before he met you. But nothing get's his cock hard and leaking like you telling him exactly what to do to get you off. He exists for your pleasure and enjoyment.

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"spam likers will be blocked" spam likers can cum in my mouth

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GOOD (part 2) — previous part

simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i'm rly not too happy with how this came out orz i'm so sorry! i will try to make up for it with a spicy addition soon 😖🙏🏽

You groan as you roll over in bed, a sadness rooting deep in your chest when you found the other side to be empty. You force your eyes open, immediately focusing on the slither of light peeking out of the bathroom. Now that you're more awake, you can faintly hear the sound of the shower running.

You couldn't help the smile that spreads across your face like a wildfire. He isn't even doing anything but showering and you're in bed, blushing like you haven't been with him for almost 5 years.

God, I love him.

You can feel the box staring at you from inside the drawer. Today. It has to be today. You were snapped out of your stupor when the door to the bathroom opened up, revealing your mountain of a man. You immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask and didn't seem to be interested in putting it on. You didn't want to make it a big deal and put him on the spot, but you hoped he knew how much that level of trust meant to you.

"What's on your mind, love?"

The question doesn't surprise you. One of the things you love so much about him is his ability to see through like a window. It was as if your soul was on display for him at all times.

In lieu of responding verbally, you reach over into the drawer and retrieved the black box. Your heart hammered in your chest and your hands felt sweaty as you gripped the box tight. You were scared. So scared. Scared of being rejected. Scared of being alone. Scared of scaring him. Fuck, you wanted to run. You wanted to hide, save yourself the humiliation.

You chance a glance at his face, trying to gauge how he feels. The knowing look in his eyes makes it obvious that he knows where this is going. Your head feels like it's under water. You wait until he pulls on his underwear and sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

The gentle and patient look he gives you makes you want to start sobbing. Gods, he looks at you like you're the only thing in his life worth looking at. When he grabs your empty hand and brings it to his scarred lips for a kiss, you nearly break into pieces. You take a deep breath, blinking away pesky tears before you make eye contact. Now or never.

"Simon... We've been together for nearly 5 years now, and have been in love for even longer than that. You have stood by me when I was at my lowest and brought me up to my highest. You fill a space in my heart that no one else has ever been able to, and I suspect no one else ever will. You allowed me to see you at your most vulnerable... And that trust means more to me than you ever know."

You let out a breath that came out shakier than you wanted it to. His lips were tightened together, the way they do when he gets emotional. The fact that this was affecting him at all was a good start, you suppose. He stayed quiet, patiently waiting for you to finish.

"I guess what I wanted to say was... Simon Riley, would you marry me?"

You aren't proud of your voice cracking, but you ignored it in favor of opening the box and showing him the ring. Of all the reactions you were anticipating, laughter definitely wasn't one of them. It wasn't malicious laughter, but it still made you feel incredibly embarrassed. Before you could voice this to him, he stands up from the bed, which makes you panic even more.

"... Hold on, love. Nothing bad, I promise."

The words make you calm down slightly. You trust him not to make fun of you for something so serious, but you were incredibly curious about what he was doing. The sound of your heart beating feels so loud in your ears. You watch carefully as he walks over to his favorite leather jacket and reaches into the inside pocket, pulling out an identical black box.

Oh. Oh fuck.

Just like that, all the tension and anxiety flows out of your body like a deflated balloon. You both met each other's eyes once and fell into a fit of laughter and warm chuckles. A mischievous grin graced your lips as you positioned yourself to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders from behind.

"Well, my answer's yes. What about yours?"

He hummed, pretending to think about it and grinning when you playfully swat at him. He turned around so he could face you again, a soft smile on his lips that made your insides melt.

"I'm yours forever."

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GOOD (Part 1) — next part

simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

warnings: none

There were many words people would use to describe Ghost. Determined. Rough. Resilient. Tactical. One thing he'd would never call himself is soft. There wasn't anything soft about him, both physically and mentally.

That's why he struggles with the way you treated him. You're good to him. Too good. Your sweet whispers and gentle touches... the way you look at him like he was the most precious jewel you'd ever seen. It was too much. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you.

He didn't deserve the way you'd greet him at the door after coming home from a long tour. You give him a kiss — so soft, like you're scared he'll break. He was finally able to shed 'Ghost', revealing the soft belly of 'Simon' beneath the shell.

You herd him into the bedroom, pushing him to sit onto the plush bed. He can't stop the emotions that claw up his chest and throat when you kneel in front of him. There was no heat in your gaze, you knew he was too exhausted for anything like that right now. He had to close his eyes when you began looking up at him with pure reverence as you unlaced his boots. It was too much.

His tried to hide the tremble of his hands by clenching them in the sheets beneath him. You slowly made your way up his body and helped him out of each piece of clothing. It wasn't until he was in nothing but his boxers that he finally opened his eyes to look at you.

Your expression makes his breath stutter.He waited for your expression to morph into disgust, his scars rendering him ugly and undesirable. When it never came, he allowed himself to relax even further. Your eyes held nothing but love and devotion.

He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't—

He's snapped out of his brief spiraling when you gently order him to turn onto his stomach. He eyes you curiously, huffing a bit when you laugh.

"Just trust me, Si."

And he does. He does trust you. More than anything or anyone. So, he follows your order like the good soldier he is. He hears you open the small drawer on the side of the bed. You retrieve a bottle and bring it to his line of sight. Massage oil. He begins to protest, telling you that you don't have to do this.

You don't have to touch him. Ugly, scarred, disgusting—

The way you shush him is firm, but not unkind. You stroke a hand down his face, still covered by his mask. You don't make any moves to touch him yet, ready to back off if he truly isn't in the right headspace for this. He turns his head to look at you, ignoring the strain on his neck from the uncomfortable position. There you were, perched up on his back like an absolute angel. He stared into your eyes and once again looked for any traces of fear or disgust. When he found none, he nodded gently and allowed himself to lay back down.

You let out a please sound and popped open the cap. He shivered involuntarily when you made contact with his skin, the oil cool from the AC being on. He let out a please groan when you immediately began digging into his sore muscles and tight areas.

His mind felt so amazingly silent. For the first time since he left, there were no angry voices and disturbed thoughts. There was nothing but you, your hands and the bed beneath him.

Despite his best efforts to stay awake, he felt the exhaustion finally catch up to him once again. He tried to fight it, he really did. He hates going to sleep before you. He felt like he was failing to protect you. You weren't being fair, though, with how magical your hands were.

Sleep began to swirl around his brain before ultimately spreading across his body. He vaguely hears you making a pleased sound at this before darkness claimed him.

"I love you."

You whispered those words into the air, continuing to rub the oil into his back until he was fully asleep. Once you began hearing the soft snores rumble out of his chest, you smile and gently climb off of him.

You glance at him once again to reassure yourself that he was asleep before going into the drawer on your side of the bed. You pull out a small box, opening it to reveal a black band with gold trimmings. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth (a bad habit he'd surely scold you for indulging in if he were awake). You glance over the sleeping man, feeling anxiety threatening to overtake your entire being.

What if he says no? What if he doesn't want you? What if—

You clench your eyes shut, trying to silence those nasty thoughts. Your hands quiver as you place it back in the drawer. You took a deep breath to help calm your nerves. You take another look at him next to you, smiling at his sleeping body. You nod to yourself, feeling a hot wave of determination flood you. Tomorrow will be the day, no matter what happens. You won't ever forgive yourself if you never ask.

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gaz x gn!reader drabble (no warnings)

also im sorry for not posting for a while, i havent been doing too great 🥲 but i hope yall like it + sorry for any mistakes

having been with kyle (or gaz, as he's referred to by his friends) for years now, you've come to appreciate every single way he expresses his love and affection for you.

the way he looks at you. kyle has always had this gaze that made your breath stutter in your chest. but you feel safe. you feel protected under his watchful eye. not a single thing goes unnoticed as long as he's there to see it. sometimes even when he isn't. he maps out every part of your body and soul with his eyes, committing every inch of you to his memory. he loves making eye contact with you whenever it's possible, just so you can see the extent of his devotion.

the way he touches you. gaz is a military man. his hands have caused so much death in his service, which is something you hate thinking about (and so does he). those same hands come home to you and cradle you like you're the most precious jewel on the planet. his hands dig into the knots on your back. they rub lotion onto your skin after a shower. they rub your stomach when it's upset. they care for you.

the way he cooks for you. it's not an uncommon sight, seeing gaz in the kitchen. he loves to cook for you more than anything. he loves to bust out his mother's old recipes to make for you. he's always keeping you fed. nothing makes him happier than the seeing the thankful smile on your face before eating what he prepared. while he would never turn down a cooked meal from you if you wanted to make it, he never wants you to feel like you're forced to make anything if you don't want you. he wants you to relax and eat good food like the royalty that you are.

the way he speaks to you. kyle's voice was a big part of why you fell for him in the first place. it's silky smooth, and so relaxing to listen to. you often ask him to read to you or tell you a random story just so you can sleep. you could hear him speak forever and never get tired of it. you constantly run out of space on your phone because you save every single voicemail and voice message he leaves you, just so you can hear his beautiful voice when you're feeling anxious.

the way he's loyal to you. you know that loyalty is supposed to be a given in any relationship. but kyle is loyal in a way you've never experienced before with previous partners. he actually advocates for you. family putting you down? he tells them off and reminds you of your worth. "friends" treating you badly? he tells them to fuck off and let's you know they don't deserve you. you've never had anyone put you first like this before and it's such a refreshing feeling with him. if you ever feel like it's too much, he will never push it. but you know he always has your back regardless.

the way he comes back to you. it's no secret that you hate kyle's work. you hate that he constantly had to leave. you hate barely being able to contact him while he's gone. you hate stewing in your anxiety for weeks, not knowing if you'd ever get to see him again. but he always comes back. he says as much whenever he can. there's no "if" or "maybe" with him. he says he will come back to you, and he always does.

the way he spoils you. kyle makes a decent amount of money from his work. decent enough that he constantly begs you to quit your shitty office job. you refuse on account of needing a way to busy your mind while he's gone. to compromise, he buys you gifts constantly. it never works to try and pretend you have nothing you're interested in. he is extremely perceptive and pays attention to everything you say and do. you'll constantly find yourself on the receiving end of all your favorite things.

the way he marries you. when you bring up the idea of getting married, he practically collapses onto his knees in relief. he's so incredibly happy that you want that with him, because he can't see a reality where he isn't yours for all of eternity. when he eventually proposes to you under the stars in your favorite park, you can just tell he is going to make you the happiest person in the world. when you get back home, he reveals (the most sheepish you've ever seen him) that he actually bought the ring ages ago, but he was afraid he'd been moving too fast. he couldn't help but laugh at the adorable look of shock you had.

the way he cherishes you forever. the married life with kyle was really not that different. he still treats you like he just fell in love with you, even years later. he finally took you to meet his team, after years of brief greetings while you video called kyle. you felt indebted to this group of people for keeping the love of your life alive (though, his captain was quick to let you know that kyle does the same for the rest of them often). you smile when his other teammate, soap, tells you about how kyle never shuts up about you ever. he even carries a picture of you on him at all times for good luck. you try your best (and fail) not to cry.

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hiiya! may i pls have dating hcs for gaz? both sfw and nsfw if ur comfy but just sfw is fine if not! — ✨

of course you can! doing gn reader since you didn't specify, i hope that's alright!

tags: gaz x gn!reader, 18+ content at the bottom!

SFW

this man is nothing short of LOYAL

you will want for nothing while you're with him

hungry? he's cooking for you or ordering you food if he can't be there physically

absolutely loves spending money on you, no matter how much you tell him that he doesn't need to

while he's generally a pretty serious guy by nature, he loves being soft and silly when it's just the two of you alone

will absolutely melt if you decide to take care of him, even though it will take a little convincing to get to that point

will fall asleep in your lap if you play with his hair and scratch his scalp

will whisper corny pick-up lines in your ear at random because he loves how you giggle at them

ideal date for him is cuddling on the couch while watching a bad movie and eating takeout

NSFW

he puts your pleasure above all else

you'll be cumming at least once before he gets inside of you

likes all kinds of positions, but his favorite is any one where he can be face to face with you

he loves having a vocal partner, it turns him on incredibly knowing how good he's making you feel

usually tops but it doesn't take much convincing to get him to bottom for you

he would for sure be down to include bdsm elements in the bedroom, but only after researching and lots of conversations regarding boundaries

if you're the type to bite/scratch during sex, he will wear your marks like a badge of honor

would absolutely adore if you sent him sexy pictures while he was deployed and will send some back if he has the chance

very much down for a threesome (preferably with one of the 141 guys) but he will probably never admit it to you unless you bring it up first

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um i am so sorry. had this idea bouncing in my head at 1am and i had to write it 🥲 sorry for any mistakes

tags: 18+, gn!reader x gaz, handjob, gentle dom reader, no plot just porn

your lips quirked up in a genuine smile as you took in the sight beneath you. gaz was laying on your shared bed against the pillows, hands to his sides like you commanded. his brown eyes gazing up at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him. his chest heaving as breathless moans left those gorgeous, plush lips of his.

"Look at you," you cooed softly. "such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

your smile only widened as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. you kept a steady pace on his cock, his copious amount of precum making the glide easy for you. your eyes flitted between his beautiful expressions and his twitchy cock. you loved the way his breath would hitch when your thumb stroked that sensitive spot under the head. or how a particularly strong stroke would have his hips twitching for you.

normally you would drag this out, dangling his release in front of him like a carrot on a stick. but he has been so good for you tonight. so perfect. you lean forward and press your lips to his neck, kissing up a trail to his ear so you can whisper in it.

"Cum for me, darling."

you made sure not to look away from his face as your hand milked him for all he had. he always looked downright angelic when he came. his moans sent twinges of pleasure throughout your body. you made sure to wring every drop you could, only stopping when he began to whine in sensitivity.

you reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some wet wipes to clean him off. immediately after, you pulled him to lay on your chest, pressing kisses to his forehead when he wrapped his strong arms around you.

"You did so well for me, my good boy." you murmured against his hair, tilting his head up so you can kiss him properly. the smile he gave you in return had you falling in love all over again.

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How the 141 boys would propose!

Warnings: none

Pairing(s): 141 x GN!Reader

John Price

He'd probably be hesitant to even think about the idea of marriage

Between the long deployments and the general danger surrounding his job, he just doesn't feel like he'd be a good enough husband for you

But he couldn't ignore the blissful look on your face whenever you spoke about marriage with your friends when you thought he wasn't listening

Or how you'd secretly look at wedding outfits in magazines, making little notes next to your favorite ones

So one evening, he decides to take you out to a fancy restaurant and buys you your favorite foods and dessert

Afterwards, he takes you to a pretty nearby park and has you sit on a bench, uncharacteristically nervous

Before you could question what was going on, he gets down on one knee and gives you a heartfelt proposal that has you sobbing and nodding

Soap Mactavish

He for sure has his proposal all planned out

You both had already spoken extensively about your desire to get married, so it was only a matter of him popping the question

One nice summer while he was on leave, he decides to take you out to Scotland to stay with his mother for a few days

When you aren't paying attention, he tells his mother about his plans to propose and she is over the moon

His mother absolutely adores you and thinks you would be the perfect spouse for her son

She cooks a nice big dinner for the 3 of you

Later that night, he drops on one knee and proposes to you right in the kitchen, to which you obviously say yes

You can't help but giggle at his mother cheering in the background, recording the whole thing

Kyle Garrick

Kyle's proposal would probably come a lot more suddenly and without much planning

You two had been dating for many years at this point and you were living with him for about half that time by now

He already had bought a ring months ago, but he just couldn't figure out the right time to spring the question on you

Though one morning, the perfect opportunity showed itself

You both had woken up around the same time, though neither of you were in a rush to get out of bed since there wasn't much to do

He laid in front of you, just taking in your appearance

How the sunlight kissed your skin and made you seemingly glow and the sound of your sleepy voice telling him 'good morning, handsome'

He knew that was the perfect time. He rolled over and got the ring out of his nightstand before taking a deep breath and rolling back over to face you

He gently proposes to you, only to be met with a wide smile, acceptance and many kisses

Simon Riley

Simon would be VERY resistant to the idea of marriage at first

It's not that he doesn't want to marry you, it's just that he's deathly afraid that he'd end up being like his father and not treating you well

Give him some time and gentle encouragements that he is nothing like his father and sooner or later he will start to warm up to the idea

I'd imagine the proposal comes unplanned, a very spur of the moment type of thing

He'd come home one day from deployment, exhausted and just ready to be in your arms

He already knew he was in love with you, but being safe in your arms with the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the windows just solidified his feelings

He shifted in your grasp so he could look into your eyes and explain that he loves you so much and he truly does want to marry you

He doesn't have a ring on hand but if you say yes, he'd take you out tomorrow to buy one

And of course you say yes!

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Valentine's Day headcanons with the 141!

Pairing(s): 141 x GN!Reader

Warnings: none

Captain John Price

This guy is absolutely gonna spoil you tbh

I'm talking going ALL OUT for you

You'd wake up to a big breakfast consisting of all your favorite foods

If you're the type to like going out, he'd take to to your fave shopping spots and a fancy dinner

But if you prefer to stay indoors, he'd cook you dinner instead and give you a nice massage

He wouldn't expect anything in return, but if you get him a gift he'd be over the moon

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Def the type to show up on your doorstep with flowers

You two end up cuddling on the couch and watching shitty romcoms

Later that evening, he'll suggest baking heart shaped cookies

(He got the idea from tiktok and fell in love)

The cookies come out very misshaped unfortunately

But you two laugh about it & eat them anyway

John "Soap" Mactavish

Two words: Amusement Park

Of course he takes you there for fun, but he has another objective

The giant teddy bear.

When he saw you fawning over a video of one before, he just knew he'd have to win one for you

He doesn't care how long it takes or how much money he has to spend, he's making sure you walk out of there with that thing

When he finally wins it for you and sees your bright smile, he feels like he just won the lottery tbh

Def takes you home and bakes your fave snacks while you cuddle the teddy bear on the couch

Simon "Ghost" Riley

For sure would want to be a bit lowkey

Comes to your home with flowers and a bottle of nice wine

Cuddles with you a bit and orders some food

When y'all are done eating, he tells you he has a surprise and to get in his car

He drives y'all out of the city, but still won't tell you what you guys are doing there

It wasn't until he parks his car and guides you up a nearby hill that you finally see

He's taking you stargazing

He lays down a blanket and has you lay down with him as you both wordlessly enjoy each other's company under the stars

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Pairing(s): Captain Mactavish x GN!Reader

Content Warnings: smut, throat fucking.

No pronouns or descriptions of genitals are used for the reader!

Captain Mactavish is a big man, in all aspects. Thick muscles, thick fat, thick hair and a nice thick cock sitting between his legs. One of his favorite pastimes is calling you into his office after a long, stressful day. He doesnt even have to say anything. One look at him and you're grabbing your cushion out the closet, placing it in front of his opened legs and kneeling on it.

He checks in on you, waiting for your consent before pulling down his zipper and fishing out his girthy cock, already half hard and twitching just from seeing your gorgeous face and smile. You lean forward to press a kiss to his tip before opening your mouth and taking him in. You don't move, just staring up at him as he enjoys the wet warmth of your mouth.

Once he fills out fully, you only have a few seconds to prepare before he's thrusting into the tightness of your throat. You kneel there gladly, allowing him to use you as he pleases. His husky grunts and groans are music to your ears. You moan around him as you feel his heavy balls slapping against your chin. You feel your hole clenching needily around nothing, but you know better than to touch yourself without permission.

When he gets close, he begins thrusting even harder and whispering harsh praises as his head tips back against his chair. You place your hands on his thick thighs, fingers digging into the fat just to anchor yourself as he loses control and finally spills into your throat.

His breathing is harsh and heavy when he slips his softening cock out of your throat. He pulls you up on his lap, whispering praises into your ear as he slips his large hand into your underwear and rewarding you for doing such an amazing job.

(This is my first time writing smut, pls be gentle)