#bar mactavish

[cod-dump]

When they met, Soap didn't notice it at first. But after a few weeks he realized: Graves fucking understands his accent and Scottish slang better than anyone he's worked with that isn't a Scot themselves. Ghost is mocking him and yet Graves is replying with full understanding, no confusion.

Then Soap comes to find out his bloody cousin, the man who inspired him to join the military, has been a fucking Shadow this entire time. Not only that but works close with Graves.

There's only so many surprises Soap can handle, this one? Yeah, this one takes the cake.

[shadow-riley]

iconic duo<3

"I could never call Soap Johnny"

"Don't. Only Ghost can pull that off"

[bluegiragi]

open wide.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[sky-is-the-limit]

[aidenlydia]

Sub Captain MacTavish!! :3 Full version on here

[girl-lostconnection]

I think someone already wrote it but Penelope Garcia coded Reader x TaskForce 141 oh my days

I can’t do this, I’ve been rewatching the Criminal Minds and I need Reader who flirts shamelessly because they are never in the reach, who has the girly-pop music blaring in their headphones as they work, who has colourful nails and cute glasses.

I’m in love with this character and Istg if TaskForce won’t treat them good I WILL

Save me Penelope Garcia coded Reader, save me

[m-1-8]

nice of Soap to tie his shoes 👞👞✨

3. Hallowduty fun part 2 part 1

[midnightsmusings]

Bar! 141 AU fix

I really should make this a fic but for now it's a bunch of jumbled imagines so eat up.

(This was born of the first time I got shocked out of a panic attack by someone saying something so absurdly stupid to me and it WORKS. For sure something Soap would do, it grew from there)

-Reader getting close to Price, and bonus how the others deal with your panic attacks.

CW: AFAB Reader, suggestive themes, Ghost mentions a genital piercing like the freak he is. Panic attack descriptions.

You didn't see Price as often as you'd like. The brief appearances of him coming out to check on the bar before heading back to his office was all you got. His scrutinizing look and warm touch on your lower back lingered far longer than the man himself did.

Sure, he didn't come around often but it certainly was enough for him to get lodged into your mind, your routine. You always anticipated his next appearance with bated breath.

It wasn't until after an espically bad day that you started seeing him more. A panic attack interrupted your ability to serve the never ending crowd of customers.

Gaz's hands guided your hyperventilating self towards the secluded office, murmuring soothingly over your harsh gasps for breath as he knocked on the thick door quickly.

Price had opened, cigar hanging out of his mouth in shock at the sight of your tear streaked face before he straightened up and schooled his features. He gave a nod to Gaz as his rough hands quickly replaced the man's soft ones.

You were too focused on trying to get air into your burning lungs to register Gaz's sweet kiss to your cheek before he rushed back to the front to help Ghost drag off the man who caused all this. A touchy customer, one who got a little too friendly with their girl.

"Cmon darlin let's get you comfortable" Price rumbled, warm palm smoothing up and down your back as he got you over to the couch that sat off to the side in his office. He would admit to no one that he immediately bought an extra soft blanket--velvet even--for it as soon as he noticed your tendency to get overwhelmed on busy shifts.

He watched you carefully, keeping up a calm exterior as he squatted in front of you while dragging said blanket around your shaking and curled in shoulders. "Follow my breaths now sweetheart" he said lowly as his hand tugged your clenched one to his broad chest.

He laid it flat over his sternum as he breathed in deeply for you to feel. Your nails immediately dug into the hair peeking out of his undone buttons but he barely noticed, too focused on settling you.

You were stuck gasping for air, sobs choking your words and head pounding as you failed to draw in a full breath no matter how hard you tried.

"Focus" he said, tone turning more commanding as one broad hand pinned your palm to his chest while the other gripped the back of your neck, tugging you closer towards him.

It didn't immediately work but he was a patient man. He simply gripped you tightly as you fought past the panic, a grounding warmth.

Those moments of waiting felt like hours to John as he held steady and kept his own breaths slow and exaggerated for you to copy. Ghost once almost knifed him for trying to talk about what was upsetting the man during his own panic attack. Knowing better now, he kept quiet and steady with you.

"There ya go good girl" he sighed as soon as you took in your first full breath, your body sagging against his as your tears slowed.

He kept his hold firmly on your neck as he felt your shaking hands clutch desperately at his shirt. He understood the silent plea and kept close.

"Never gotten horny during a panic attack before" you mumbled as soon as your breaths evened out. He chuckled in disbelief and you hid your wide smile in his neck.

Bonus HC's:

Ghost, privy to a few panic attacks himself, favored Johnny's usual way of knocking him out of them. The Scott always had something stupid to say, stupid enough that Ghost got completely shocked out of his panic. So he tried it with you when he found you out back one night.

You said you were just going to take the trash out but he clocked the shaking of your hands and immediately followed.

"I have a dick piercing" he muttered, tone casual and even as he stood there despite his chest clenching at the sight.

You were leaning against the wall, teary eyed and fighting for a full breath in. There was a hidden, pleased smile on his face when he saw you stop short of a broken breath.

For a moment you just blinked up at him but to his utter delight soon a short, shocked laugh left you instead of a desperate gasp for air. Ghost was sure you'd cry harder at his attempt. He was fully prepared to fetch Gaz so the sweet man could fix his mess. Thankfully you just gave him a watery smile and his tense shoulders dropped.

"I'd quite l-like to see that" you breathed out, still leaning against the brick wall outside as you slowly caught your breath, the ache in your lungs lessening leaving way for a blush to grow over your cheeks as your eyes lingered on Ghost's pants. You knew it.

Notorious for his ease of jolting Ghost out of any panic attack, Soap was who you sought out when suddenly you were thrown into one.

It was a small one, one you could handle yourself with just a few moments alone. However, you knew he could get the job done far quicker than your painstaking process of counting breaths did.

Hands shaking as you desperately searched the back room for a familiar mop of hair. Quickly you were sobbing incoherent words at the relief of finding him combined with the frustration of not being able to explain.

"Got a wee bet with Gaz aboot what color panties yer wearin" he said quickly grasping your waist to steady you as the other propped his chin up, feigning calm as he watched you closely.

"I said yer wearin none am I right?" he asked smiling innocently when you rolled your teary eyes, a small irritated huff replacing those panicked gasps. His eyes flicked down to your heaving chest watching you take each deep breath in, relieved.

"Fuckn freak" you muttered finally, tone fond and oh so thankful before you ran a hand affectingly over his hair. A kiss was pressed in the spot you tugged on before you left to wash your reddened and tear streaked face in the bathroom.

"Aye I'm right" he nodded to himself smiling as he stood and casually followed you to the bathroom. That kiss was an invitation no?

Not many knew, but Gaz quite fancied himself a masseuse. He also became completely useless when you cried, all his charm flying out the window as your pretty eyes watered.

So when he saw you sitting in your car, hands held over your face as your shoulders shook he immediately knew what was happening. He'd gotten the brief from the others about how they soothed you out of them, but he couldn't think of anything to say that would surprise you.

Often it was the other way around now that you'd come out of your shell and only a man like Price was capable of commanding you out of them. He settled on knocking on the glass gently and pointing to the lock. He was making it up as he went, knowing you needed someone now.

Once you were able to get it unlocked he quickly slid his hands over your arms, drawing you into his chest. The pads of his fingers massaging into your tense muscles as he murmured lowly in your ear. One hand trailed gently up the side of your throat to rub into your scalp as the other worked at the back of your shaking shoulders.

"Got lots of massage oils I'd like to try on you one day doll" he said lowly as he just simply massaged, he wasn't quite sure it would work so he was watching the bar hoping one of the guys would come out soon. He knew if he tried to say something to knock you out of the panic, he'd profess his love or some stupid shit like that.

Thankfully, before he had to grab your phone and call Price, he felt you nod against his chest.

"Got any edible oils?" your voice came out muffled from where you were pressed into his pecs.

He laughed in both shock and relief. The movement jostled you yet made you relax more against him, cheek nuzzling into his soft shirt with a hum as his hands made quick work of your tense muscles.

[priceinjection]

Body Shots

I woke up in a cold sweat to write this and it went from a short little paragraph to a four part series, please enjoy

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Pt.1 | Pt.2 |

CW: Drinking (duh), drunk sex, (oral male!receiving), exhibition (kinda? In a loose term), mentions of Simon sharing you with the team

The first time you suggested body shots you were in your boyfriend Simon’s apartment drinking with his team. 

Johnny and Gaz sat at the kitchen counter, chatting about something unimportant. You and Simon sat on the couch, but he was turned away from you talking to Price. You were feeling incredibly bored so you spoke, “I think body shots could be fun right now., don’t you boys?” When the words left your lips all conversation ceased and you could see all of their eyes light up, thinking they’re about to not only see you topless but they get to lick you. What nobody excepted; however, was for you to gently push Simon onto his back on the couch. When you asked, Gaz scrambled to find and hand you the supplies without a second thought. The room was silent except for the quiet radio as everyone watched you pull Simon’s shirt up, sprinkle a trail of salt onto his chest, and place a lime wedge between his lips. A strained “fuck” left Johnny’s lips when you moved to straddle Simon. You could have sworn you saw Johnny and Gaz adjust themselves in sync when you leaned down to slowly lick the salt off of Simon’s chest. You threw back the shot of tequila with ease before taking the lime from Simon’s mouth with your own. With a self satisfied smirk on your face and the attention of all four men in the room you sat back up properly. “Anyone else want a turn?” Unfortunately nobody else would get a turn that night, Simon demanding they all get lost. You stood to let him physically push everyone out of the door, laughing at the chorus of ‘boos’ and complaints that you two received. 

When the door finally shut Simon whipped around and grabbed you by the hair, using his grip to push you to your knees with one hand and undo his fly with the other. “Think you’re cheeky huh? Think it’s funny to let ‘em think they get to put their mouths on you, just to be a fuckin’ tease and make ‘em all watch you take the shot instead?” His words surprised you for a moment, he wasn’t mad that you implied his team could put their mouths on you…oh no, he was pissed because you made them think they could and then denied them. The realization sent chills down your spine, but before you could get any words in either to tease him or poke at the idea of him sharing you Simon was forcing your mouth open. “C’mon luv, open up for me. You were so eager to use your mouth earlier. Let’s see you do it again yeah?”

Simon laid his leaking tip on your tongue when you stuck it out for him. You looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes you knew made him crazy as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mixing with the aftertaste of the shot you had just taken caused you to let out an involuntary moan. As if acting on some primal instinct Simon pushed your head as far down as you could go, 3/4 of the way his pushing was met with resistance “come on sweet’eart…swallow. Swa-yeah, attagirl.”” You manage to get those last few inches down your throat, your nose brushing against those pretty blonde curls at his base. Your hands reached up to brace yourself on his thighs as he started to move your head, using your mouth like his own personal toy. The gagging and slurping sounds that emitted from you were downright filthy, and your looked matched the sounds. Saliva covering your chin and dripping down onto your chest. After what felt like forever but was probably just a few minutes or so your boyfriend pulled you off of him with a satisfying ‘pop’. Your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath. Simon let go of your hair and moved to sit back on the couch, you didn’t dare move a muscle.  Once he was comfortable he looked you over and patted his lap. The simple non-verbal command and you stripping your bottoms and moving to straddle his lap.

You were already soaked and both of you knew it. “You this fuckin’ wet just from sucking me off dove?” His words were accompanied by the feeling of his finger sliding across your slit, gathering up some of the wetness that leaked from you. The gentle touch alone had you bucking your hips, an action that was quickly halted by Simons free hand gripping your thigh. “Wait” His voice dark and rough and had that ’don’t fuck with me’ tone that made your stomach do backflips. You watched with wide eyes as Simon brought his finger to his lips and sucked your slick off of his finger. “Fuckin’ divine you know that luv?”�� Your response came in the form of a desperate whimper and another attempt to grind your aching cunt against his cock. It was right there, so close and still wet from your saliva.

Simon let out a chuckle before lifting your hips a little so he could properly position himself, lining up with your hole in a practiced manner that came from far too much couch sex. He helped you slowly lower yourself down onto him, letting you accommodate to the stretch. “Thats it. Thats a good girl, just like that,” When you were properly sat you both let out a shuddery breath. No matter how many times he fucked you his size was still a shock to your body that you had to adjust to, but once you were ready your hips became an unstoppable force. Not that Simon would want to stop the way you bounced up and down, moved back and forth, greedy walls gripping him and trying to suck him back in every time you pulled up even a little. It was absolute heaven for both of you and it was bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than you cared to admit. 

Your moans raised in pitch the closer you got to your orgasm “Simon..Si..Simons please im-“ He covered your mouth with his hand quickly. “Not yet, please…just a little longer, wanna fuck your cunt for just al little longer. You can wait cant you doll?” You whined in protest but nodded nevertheless, you couldn’t say no to him. Especially when his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes squeezed shut as his hips rammed up into yours, the feeling making you borderline delirious. Simon didn’t tell you that you were allowed to cum yet , at least not verbally. Instead he reached a hand down between your bodies to rub at your poor sensitive and neglected clit, it was too much. The please making your head spin and hips falter. “S’okay dove, let go for me.” Thats all you needed to absolutely fall apart on top of your boyfriend, his own Orgasm following soon after.

One satisfying and much needed shower later Simon was tucking you into bed and pulling you close to him. As you drifted off to sleep you could hear him mutter about how well you did and how good you could be for his boys.

[doodlesdreaming]

If you have anxiety, blow it up or find a safe place to catch your breath…

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

141!Reader: Interrogation

Soap: Shepherd won't talk. Should we... you know? Price: Use torture? No. Y/N will handle it. Ghost: Y/N? You mean 5'2 Y/N? Soap: Yeah, how the hell would Y/N be intimidating? Price: Just watch. [In the interrogation room] Reader: Let's play a little game I made. All you have to do is pick a candy bar, one has a blade. If you eat the wrong one, I swear to God, boy, that's on you. All I know is if you spit that shit out, boy, I bet I'd shoot. Shepherd: Also Shepherd: What the fuck-

[cod-dump]

*after a mission goes to shit*

Bar: This is the LAST TIME I save your ass! Next time I'm hacking into your bank account after you croak and go live my life

Graves, laying in a hospital bed: Oh my god- Am I your best friend?

Bar: what- NO

Graves: Oh my god I am!

Bar: YOU'RE DYING NEXT TIME

Moose, walking in with a box: Boss, Gran sent a carepackage

Bar:

Moose: ... cookie?

Bar, sighing: Sure, why the fuck not

[laswells-ashtray]

The 141 do a movie night one day and decide to throw on Tombstone. No one's really that interested to begin with, talking among themselves or sitting on their phones but by the end of the movie they all share a single belief that they refuse to verbalise.

Every one of them would fuck Val Kilmer's Doc Holliday and they're all far too turned on thinking about it.

[th3fam1lyd1ssap01ntm3nt]

SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASEEE, IVE SEEN THIS EVERYWHERE AND I WANNA SEE SOMEONE DRAW THIS AS GHOAP 😭😭

[springsylph]

johnny, down on one knee in the middle of a corner store, ring pop in hand (you’d dropped it a few aisles back, he says), telling you that meeting like this again has to be fate.

and you’re a little confused, because you’ve never met this man, ever.

you’re just here on a snack run. it’s nearly midnight. you want to get home, kick up your feet, get out of these smelly clothes and maybe stop working those damn double shifts—

but people are starting to stare, and you’re sure the last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself, so you accept his “proposal” with a thin smile (he makes you do it again while he’s paying for your things, ‘like ye mean it, wife’).

and since he paid, you let him wave to the other barely cognizant customers on the way out. let him slip the ring onto your finger under the half-dead light of a street lamp, blabbering on and on about remote honeymoon spots he’s got in mind. ye’ll love ‘em, bonnie. m’sure. let him look at you a little too lovingly (love? are you sure?) before he sucks the candy into his mouth, drool leaking onto your fingers when your senses catch up to you and you yank your hand away with a pop.

he says he’s sorry when he sniffs out that rancid air of fear about you. clasps both of your hands in his, nosing at your fingers as if in prayer. says he’s sorry, you just looked so miserable, and he’ll never do anything like that without asking ever ever ever again.

you feel a little bad. a touch concerned, too. but you likely won’t be seeing him again, so you try and play the part of the dutiful wife so you can get the fuck home without having to feel like you’ve just kicked a hungry dog. johnny—he said his name was johnny—seems happy enough when you say you trust him. happy enough for you to slip your hands away and mention that you have to be up early tomorrow for work, so you have to go.

you’re not sure you like the look in his eyes when you bid him goodnight.

it’s probably nothing.

[soappump]

soap is a TOTAL munch. d1 eater. good heavens … thinking abt running my fingers through his stupid little warhawk as he goes down. yeah…….. it’s 1 am