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Y/N: *trying to sneak out after spending the night with Ghost* Price: What are you doing here? Y/N: ..I should ask you the same question Price: I live here, these are my squad's barracks Y/N: I should probably ask you a different question

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Okay Pegging ghost is great, but hear me out-

Soap teaching you how to properly fuck Ghost.

Feeling Soap's hands slipping over your hips, toying with the straps of your harness as his voice purrs in your ear, "Just like that, not too rough" Soap kisses your shoulder, "wants to pretend ya like him." Ghost tries to glare over his shoulder at the comment but you thrust into him and it makes his lashes flutter. He keeps stuffing his face back into the pillows with a groan of pleasure.

Each stroke of your hips pushing into Ghost means Soap's cock is pulled out of you, and you keep pulling out too fast just to push your hips back onto Soap's thick length. Which means Ghost keeps making choked noises under you and you keep losing focus on what you're supposed to be doing. So Soap has to grip your hips and move you himself. Fucking Ghost with your strap while he fucks you. Pretty toy caught between the two of them, nothing but a dildo for one and a fleshlight for the other...

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John Price helps his kids get in the festive mood every Christmas, helping them write down what they want on a big list, encouraging them to add whatever they want no matter how big or small.

His girls want a new Barbie Dreamhouse set.

His sons recently got into hotwheels and want their own racetrack.

His wife wanted him home more.

These were all things he could give with ease, except one.

His youngest had the biggest request of them all.

He wanted to see Santa Clause with his own two eyes.

"Everyone at school says he's not real, but I know he is!" He exclaimed knowingly while helping his mother make cookies they could set out for the big man in red and white.

The night before Christmas, he was tasked with a mission that was not fitted for a soldier but instead a father.

Captain John Price indeed decked the halls as he managed to scale the roof of his house while dressed as Santa, preparing to climb down the chimney.

If you told John years ago he'd be doing this, he'd call you insane yet here he was sliding down the grimy, soot filled hatch in a fat suit to give his son a Christmas miracle.

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ghoap love at first sight but it’s a threat

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Simon “used to losing everybody around him” Riley and John “refuses to go quietly” Mactavish tyvm

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Gaz: Where's your scary boyfriend? Y/N: Probably doing scary boyfriend things Ghost: *10 feet away behind a tree staring at them while holding knives*

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simon who leaves his sweet best friend for the military…

his eyes wander over the small portrait, the one with your pretty face taken upon it. he remembers when you’d handed it to him before he left, a soft, sad smile gracing your face when you’d whispered, “promise you won’t forget about me, simon?”

it was silly of you to ever think your grace of a presence would leave his mind. it was quite the opposite, every day in training he’d run off you like fuel, praying upon the very day he’d get to have your softness in his arms once again.

as for now, he’s alone, cold… desperate.

his head reels back, lips splitting till blood pools in the cracked skin, mouth dropped open as he chokes on his heavy gasps. you were his best friend from back home, the pretty girl next door, yet even in the hell he faced, you still had him wrapped round your finger.

he had locked himself away in an old storage closet, trying his best to keep from waking his fellow sergeants yet as his fingers squeezed and slid their way up his cock, he was finding it increasingly difficult.

you were stuck in his mind, the plush pillows of your cherry tanged lips, your fluttering eyes, the bounce of your full breasts… gah simon could go on n on, and it all somehow had his cock dripping.

he sucked his lip between the pearls of his teeth, chest contracting into tense angry muscles before loosening in heavy breaths. he could barely keep himself up, even with the wall he had heaved himself against, knees weakening by the second, the stroke.

“f-fuck, fuck,” he breathed low, words coated in a sugary sweet whimper, and your face flashed bright behind his lids. pupils soaking in the messy thoughts, all that presented you in nothing but impure.

he was hooked, deeply infatuated with your presence yet forever scared to mention it, knowing you were only, only friends. this is how it had to be forever, home or not, you were only a dream, a whisper of what he so desperately needed.

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imagine loser!simon with hypersexual!reader, it's to much for that man to handle, as much as he wants to fuck you all the time you're just to much for him, you ride him dry all the time and damn when he tries to take a break you give him those cute begging puppy eyes and he's right back down

but sometimes you can be rather... wild with your urges, on several occasions price has caught you both getting it on (his words not mine) in the storage room and every time he has to lecture you both about work place decency but guess who cant even think right now because your jerking him off under the table, if you guessed simon you would be right

watching how he has to bite down on his knuckles to stay quiet and answer price at the same time as you tease his tip and edge him so much, by the end of the lecturing he's just nodding his head to whatever price was talking about to get out of the room quicker

once he's out of that office he's taking you to his room and begging you to ride him, you teasing him about what price was just talking about and how you could both get in trouble but at this point he just wants to cum and he knows you want it too

(wait i kinda like this pair up, might have to dive deeper)

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Can you imagine dragging one of TF141 to an event and just telling them not to talk bc they are eyecandy?

Price probably would love that shit. Simon would blush. Gaz would grin because he's a pretty boy and knows it. Soap would raw dog you in the coat closet for saying it.

Just my opinions. Feel free to chime in with your own.

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Weaknesses 11: Indisposed

cw: lil bit of dubcon/noncon ideation

Gaz loves it when you’re sore. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. This man will use any excuse to give you a massage. Doesn’t matter that you’re probably sore because of him. Don’t think about that part. Just let him treat you, let him work out those kinks knots in your muscles. He also kinda likes how being sore makes you whiney. How you ask him to get things for you because getting up and walking to them sounds like agony. Because then he gets to tell you to say please with that grin on his face.

Soap loves it when you have a fever. Please know that any time you get sick with a fever, it is inevitable that he does too, because he cannot keep off of you whatsoever. Not with your pussy boiling his dick like a 7/11 hotdog (theprophetdub, 2022).

Ghost likes it when you’re fucking exhausted. Like, can barely keep your eyes open, keep yourself upright. He likes you helpless. He likes that he could treat you like a doll when you’re like this. That you don’t have the strength or wherewithal to do anything. If he wanted to, that is. Usually he’s just content to imagine it. Usually.

Price likes when you’re a little nauseous. A bit of a stomach ache. There’s something about the desolation of a woman who has tummy hurties… it’s just so darling to him. And if you need him to hold your hair back when you get sick? He’s thinking about getting in the practice for your inevitable pregnancy.

König likes it when you’re on your period. More than anyone else. He likes the idea that it’s something a bit shameful and embarrassing, that you’re worried about him finding it gross. He could never think that about anything that has to do with you, to be honest. Just let him fuck your cramps away.

Nikolai likes it when you’re overwhelmed. So much so to the point of tears. Because that’s when he feels a great sense of purpose. He’s quite proud that you feel safe enough to let it all spill over in front of him, finally, after trying to hold it together. He loves that you need him.

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How about 141 taking care of reader who has painful cramps/ periods👁️👁️

Get this: within about six hours of me posting the first of these double drabbles to ao3, I started my period. Clearly, it was meant to be. All of these are fluffy and sweet, but Soap's a little...flirty. I had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for sending it in!!!!

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Presented in four double drabbles.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, brief suggestive themes, flirting, forehead kisses, all comfort no hurt

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

“You need to eat something.”

“I’d rather not,” you mutter, turning your face into the pillow beneath your head.

John places his hands on his hips. He’s not annoyed with you, but you can tell from his facial expression that he’s unhappy with your answer.

“I know your stomach hurts, love,” he says sympathetically. “I know you’re in pain.”

“Do you?” you counter, wanting to be stubborn just for the sake of it.

“But you’re losing iron. And you haven’t eaten,” he checks his watch, “in almost twenty-four hours.”

You scoff. “Keeping tabs on me?”

“Always,” he replies.

It’s not a lie. John almost knows your habits and routine better than you do. He’s the one constantly reminding you about one thing or another.

“Bleeding from your vagina will do that,” you reply sarcastically.

John’s response is a deep sigh. It almost—almost—makes you laugh.

With a groan, John goes down on one knee, bringing himself to your level. “Dove,” he murmurs.

“Don’t,” you warn. John never calls you “dove” unless he’s about to tell you to do something.

“You can stay here. On the sofa. But you’re going to eat.”

“Am I?”

“You need to fuel that body.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“That can’t be comfortable, love.” Simon’s voice is gruff, but laced with tenderness.

You’re face down on the living room floor, curled up in a fetal position. With both fists clenched, you press them sharply into your abdomen. It’s dulling the pain a bit.

“I’m perfectly fine on the floor,” you mutter, voice muffled by the carpet.

Simon sighs. You aren’t sure what he’s doing until you see movement in your peripheral. Simon gets down on your level. He’s flat on his stomach, arms crossed with chin resting on top.

“You mind if I join you down here?” he asks.

“No,” you reply, turning your head to look at him.

"How is this not hurting your back?"

“It does. But the cramps are worse.”

He starts rattling off options. “Ice pack? The heating pad? Tylenol? A shot of vodka? Your favorite takeaway?”

“All of the above,” you answer with a deep sigh.

“Aces,” groans Simon, rolling onto his side.

Simon disappears. Returning, he places a chilled bottle of vodka with a shot glass next to your head along with extra strength pain relievers, an ice pack, the heating pad, and a glass of water.

“Takeaway will be here in thirty.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“You want cuddles?”

“No.”

“Kisses?”

“I’m fine.”

Johnny scoots a little closer on the bed. He lays on his side, one hand propping up his head as he stares down at you. You are on your back in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. The hood is up, strings pulled taut. Even with pain relievers, the ache continues.

“I read somewhere on the internet—”

“Johnny,” you warn.

“—having an orgasm or two can help.”

“Oh my God,” you mutter, closing your eyes, breathing through your nose.

He shrugs. “Don’t mind a bit of blood.” You side-eye him but Johnny continues to talk.

“Not on my face.” He gives you his best smile. “Or my dick.”

“If you touch me, I might punch you,” you deadpan.

Johnny nods slowly and then flops onto his back. “I’ll bring you the heating pad.”

“That would be great,” you murmur, staring up at the ceiling.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, simply lingering in the silence. You try to focus your breathing, to inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. It’s almost relaxing.

“So,” begins Johnny. “You want that orgasm?”

“Please shut up.”

“Heard.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You are cocooned in soft blankets, wrapped up like an overstuffed Chipotle burrito. Everything hurts from your abdomen to your lower back. The pain and discomfort radiate outward. Your head throbs.

A pair of legs step into your line of sight. You glance upward and find Kyle. He stares down at you a moment before slowly sinking to the floor, taking a seat next to the couch.

“Brought you a hot water bottle,” he murmurs, presenting it. You open the blanket just enough for him to slide it in. “I’ve got the kettle on. I’ll bring you a cuppa once it’s done.”

“Thank you,” you reply, voice a little scratchy.

Kyle places a plastic bag in his lap and opens it up. “Bought you some of your favorites.” Reaching in, Kyle takes snack after snack out, lining them up on the coffee table. “I also picked up some pain medicine. Not sure which you prefer so I got one of each.”

Balling up the bag, Kyle rests his chin on the edge of the sofa. “Love you,” he whispers.

“Love you, too,” you say, just as softly.

Kyle lightly kisses your forehead. “I’ll come check on you in a few.”

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The idea of fuck Boi Johnny getting a we're done txt and he comes to fuck some sense into you. MDNI

Johnny has you bent over the couch. The dog couldn't even wait to get you in the bedroom. His hand scruffs the back of your neck to keep you in place. He was in such a rush since getting back in the house he didn't even bother with pushing your panties to the side, he straight up ripped a hole in them. He wasn't fucking you for your pleasure, your moans and squeals of delight were incidental overall.

He was hunching with the purpose of reclaiming you. You broke up with him, telling him that you wanted something more and real and you found that in your new boyfriend. It was laughable to him, genuinely hilarious to think that you wanted some bloke with a 9 to 5. Some guy who had soft hands and an even softer temperament.

You gasp as he fish hooks his fingers into your drooly mouth. The grip wasn't better. It was a show of dominance, a reminder that it was him you arched your back for. It was him that you craved to beat in your walls, bite your soft flesh, and pump you full of his cum.

Johnny doesn't talk to you. He doesn't need to. All of that talking shit went out the window when you broke up with him over text messages. All he needs to do is fuck the good sense out of you, and fuck you so good you forget that he spent more time as a soldier and less time as your man during the year. You wanted marriage, a house, a baby? He'd give it to you as long as you played your part and gave up the pussy that was rightfully his. You wanted him to stop being a fuck a boy and ditch his roster? Sure, as long as you get rid of yours, too. Those other men and women you both had couldn't compete where they didn't compare.

He wants you to keep him, and he wants to keep you.

"Ye're 'lways gonnae be my bonnie lass. I'll just have to fuck ye till ye get it."

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“johnny?”

“who’s johnny?”

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various doodles

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So I found you on AO3 and I wanted to let you know that I adore your Elephant in the room story.

THANK YOU!!! 🥰 I’m so glad you’re liking it! I’m planning on picking it up again pretty soon.

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⤷ from requests

GHOST who never really got drunk, he always stopped at couple beers in fear of not being able to control his actions once he’d allow himself to have a little more. One night he finally decided to let loose, he bought a nice looking wine to drink it with you on a nice autumn evening. Little did he know how wine would work on him.

After two and a half glasses he started to move a bit closer to you, closing the gap between you and him on a couch, letting his hand rest on your thigh, your waist and other parts of your body that he wanted to worship for hours. His eyes seemed to be able to focus only on your face.

His lips felt they would dry out of thirst if they wouldn’t be on your sweet skin, tasting you and making you form those adorable sounds. The wine worked just fine for him, he felt his insides burning and he wasn’t sure if it was alcohol, his desire for you or even both. Every time you moved a little, he’d let out a little whine of protest, keeping you in place. Even when you wanted to pull away to catch your breath, he’d just grab your jaw and crash his lips against yours again.

“Baby…” He mumbled against your lips, a little frown forming on his harsh features.

He felt like he’s melting once you started to touch him back, your soft hands wrapping around his neck before slowly moving downwards, touching his chest and abs, making him only more needy. Soft whines leaving his lips once you stopped touching him even more a quick second. Now you knew what to drink every weekend with him.

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Ghost: Apparently the “bad vibes” I’ve been feeling is actually “severe psychological distress”