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soapgaz who fuck so nasty they literally canât look each other in the eyes afterwards without confronting the fact that âbest matesâ donât really coat each otherâs insides.
soapgaz who make no secret of what they do when the hours on base get slow. theyâre both the same rank, it doesnât count as fraternisationâ regardless of how much it bothers their COâs to hear they were found knocking teeth in the janitorâs closet.
soapgaz who are just a little competitive. always on opposing teams in euchre, always ending it in a big fuss â which their respective teammates (a very ticked ghost and price) do not stand. theyâre pulled their separate ways to be dealt private lessons in etiquette, before meeting again late at night to huff their apologies, sore bottoms and worked up cocks aside.
soapgaz who donât often share girls â theyâve got plenty of attention to indulge in â but are intensely devoted when they do. when a pretty thing makes eye contact across the bar, and preens so shyly at their mutual affections, that they canât help but devise all the ways they can take her apart. itâs a mission that doesnât rest until sheâs at either of their flats, double-stuffed, flailing uselessly between them while they get each other off through a thin wall of dividing tissue.
soapgaz who have to change in separate locker rooms because, otherwise, they engage in the worst type of behaviour imaginable. whipping each other with towels, comparing their flaccid dicks in the shower, commandeering either phone to read out sexts sent in confidence from other people. all to end up palming themselves over their sweaty jockstraps, plugging the otherâs hole shut with a finger or two.
soapgaz who canât play in front of ghost and price. who learnt that it wonât be fun from the last time they were made to fuck but denied climax, over and over, all night, until they were whimpering, leaky messes. soapgaz who bring each other up during dirty talk anyway, having become so reliant on the other to get off that they canât cum without some mention of their favourite twin sergeant.
#fujos get behind me quick#soapgaz been on my mind lately đ€#soapgaz#soap x gaz#johnny mactavish x kyle garrick#johnny soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick#johnny âsoapâ mactavish x kyle âgazâ garrick
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Kinktober Day 26 - Overstimulation
Gaz x Soap - 1.6k (on ao3)
summary: Johnny and Kyle get a little carried away on a night out. (Johnny POV)
cw: poly 141, public sex (they don't get caught by anyone else but ghost and price watch them), making out, teasing degradation, some super light puppy play (in the way ghost talks to soap and gaz)
note: i didn't notice until i finished but this is... not really overstimulation. but it's what you're getting! sorry (not really)
Soapâs always loved to make out with Gaz. He matches Soapâs energy perfectly, completely willing to pull when Johnny pushes, to bite back when he gets a bit worked up. Johnnyâs so used to always being the more enthusiastic partner, having someone to match his energy is almost relieving.
Itâs also addictive. Half the time they hook up, they never get any further than some heavy petting, instead just laying with each other and making out for hours on end. Sometimes they get off - clumsy hands, humping against each otherâs hips or thighs or stomachs - but sometimes the act is just the kissing. Itâs enough, with Gaz.
But sometimes it feels almost like too much.
Sitting in an old leather booth in a dive bar, Soapâs legs tangled with Kyleâs while they make out, it feels like too much. The music is so loud that itâs difficult to hear someone at your own table speaking, thereâs a thick cloud of smoke floating over that smells suspiciously like weed, and Johnny can feel Ghost staring at them. (It doesnât bother him - Ghost is the perfect voyeur to Soapâs exhibitionist.)
The constant presence of everything else floats away as Johnnyâs tongue tangles with Kyleâs. The other man tastes like the tequila shots theyâd taken, the taste passing from one mouth to the other. Where Soap is all nipping kisses, trying to stick his tongue as far down Gazâs throat as he can, Gaz is focused on the touch of it all, hands wandering over Johnnyâs chest while he tangles their tongue together.
Johnny hitches a leg over Kyleâs lap, so that his knee is pressed up against his half-hard cock, and his own length is pressed to Gazâs side. When he wraps his arms around Kyleâs waist, the otherâs going around his neck, theyâre both in the perfect position to grind against each other.
And oh it feels good to grind against the hard muscle of Kyleâs side, to lean his weight onto the other man and feel himself tugged closer. Gaz whimpers into his mouth when Soapâs knee shifts further forward, his hips beginning to rock into the pressure.
âJesus,â Soap hears Ghost murmur, the sound of his glass being set down loud despite all the noise. He canât help but smirk into his kiss, feels Kyle reciprocate.Â
He spares a moment to glance over his shoulder at Simon, Gazâs lips immediately going to his neck. âJealous, sir?â
Ghost snorts, shaking his head dismissively as he crosses his arms. âJealous of what, those sloppy kisses? Jealous of two pups humpinâ each other? I could have each of you ridinâ my boots with just a look, thereâs nothinâ to be jealous of.â
Soap smirks, goes to bite out something about Ghostâs tone betraying him when Gaz grabs him by the nape of his neck, tugging their mouths back together.
âGonna - get - us - in - trouble,â he whispers between nipping kisses, sharp spikes of pleasure-pain left against Johnnyâs bottom lip, then the soothing stroke of his tongue. âNot lettinâ you take me down with you, MacTavish.â
Johnnyâs laugh is a little loud for such close proximity, and Kyle presses their lips together to muffle him.
They stay like that for several long moments - humping each other, smiling into the kiss. They end up more bumping teeth and biting at each other than kissing, both lips stinging at the roughening treatment.Â
Itâs fun to play with his fellow sergeant like this, to take knowing that Gaz will give. Ghost and Price are so commanding, always so in control of whatâs happening, and Soap loves submitting to that but he also loves the reprieve of a casual kiss with Kyle.Â
His hips work a bit faster at Gazâs hip as the low simmering in his gut grows warmer and warmer. The desire to get off is becoming a substantial need, driving him closer and closer to the other man. He levers himself up a bit more, so heâs fully sitting over Kyleâs thigh, and moves his arms up so he can scratch at the manâs back.
Gaz grunts, hips bucking up into Johnnyâs knee as he arcs his back further into the sting of nails down his back. His arms stay around Soapâs neck, tugging him further down so thereâs hardly an inch of space between their bodies.
Itâs good to get off like this. A slow growing pleasure controlled only by them, no waiting (or begging) for permission, an orgasm controlled just by them. The freedom is rare, and Soap savors it as much as he savors the taste of Gazâs tongue.
He doesnât notice when Price comes back to the table with a fresh round of drinks, only clueing in to the manâs presence when he speaks.
âTheyâre still going at it?â
A grunt from Simon. âThink theyâre almost finished.â
Price sighs, and Kyle and Johnny share a smile with each other. Thereâs nothing quite like putting out the Captain, and the casual way he had spoken leaves both of them even hornier.Â
Soap is the first to come, like he almost always is when heâs allowed to control his own orgasms. One is rarely enough for him with his sex drive as high as it is, and he already knows heâs got a few more in him as he gets himself off against Kyle.
His climax is slow, a building thing coming from his gut and moving through him in long waves. It hardly even feels like an orgasm, more like strong waves of pleasure that nearly bowl him over. If his boxers didnât get uncomfortably wet, he might have thought he was just exceptionally horny.
But he shudders through the peak, panting into Gazâs mouth and leaving the other man to do most of the work as he humped erratically, hips moving on instinct alone.
He has enough sense to know better than to leave Kyle hanging, so he lets his arms drop to the manâs waist and sneaks his hands up the white shirt heâd worn. He tries to press his knee further into Gazâs movements, stroking over his chest.
Itâs the pinch to his nipple that finally gets him, Soapâs short nails digging in and giving him just enough pain to get off. Johnny pulls back enough to watch Gazâs eyes go wide, watch him bite his lip to hold back a moan (even though someone has surely noticed what theyâre doing). Soap is quick to lean in and return Gazâs favor from before, loving their lips together to quiet his moans.
Johnny recovers before Gaz does. Slowly but surely he starts to shift against the manâs thigh, his cock pushing uncomfortably at his now soaked underwear. Thereâs an element of humiliation that comes with humping your friend with cum filled boxers, and that only makes Johnny more eager.
âSoap,â Gaz moans, letting his forehead fall forward to Johnnyâs forehead and trying to move his own hips away from the pressure Johnnyâs hadnât pulled away. âToo much, too soon.â
âNah,â Soap pants, settling into a faster rhythm now, working himself up much more quickly. âNah, câmon, feels good.â
Gaz shakes his head, grunting. âNo, mate, itâs- fuck, ouch, how are you not too sensitive?â
Johnnyâs orgasm comes far quicker, like a tidal wave in the distance that he watches grow closer and closer. Heâs nearly breathless as he falls forward a bit, giving more of his weight to Kyle and almost kneeling on top of his groin. âFeels, fuck, feels so good⊠you donât wanna feel good too? Come on, mate.â
Johnny reaches down, pressing a hand roughly down on Kyleâs crotch. The other man yelps spine going straight as he tries to squirm away.
âJohnny! Stop, stop, that- ow, motherfucker!â
Soap would laugh if he wasnât riding the edge himself, pressing his entire weight into Gazâs body, hips working in quick little thrusts. He can feel himself throbbing, grits his teeth when he can practically taste the orgasm.
Gaz tries to get revenge by gripping Johnnyâs cock through his pants with a (frankly unreasonably) tight hold, a sharp squeeze.
The jokes on him though - the spike of pain is what gets Johnny off.
He settles a bit more after the second orgasm, the cum becoming a truly horrendous discomfort in his boxers, but worth it for the pleasure cooling his bones. He slumps against Gaz until the other man shoves him off, legs shaking slightly.
âThat was quite the show,â Price rumbles, and Soap smiles with his eyes still closed, basking. âThink everyone else enjoyed it?â
Ghost grunts. âHow could they not? Two of them moaninâ like that, damn lucky we didnât get kicked out.â
That startles a laugh from Soap, the playful degradation a pleasant familiarity from Ghost. He blinks open a bit blearily, makes eye contact with the masked man. âCouldnât have been too loud, what with him tryinâ to suffocate me.â
Gaz makes an offended noise, kicking the side of Johnnyâs leg. âShut it. You nearly had me choking on your tongue.â
There are soft sounds of amusement from all of the men, and Price slides a try with four shot glasses towards the sergeants once they all calm.
âYour tequila, boys. Should give you enough energy for another show.â
Johnny canât help but smirk when he and Kyle make eye-contact, both wearing matching expressions. If Price is already trying to get them drunk, itâs going to be a long night.
He grins as he downs the first shot, already looking forward to it.
#this was originally soapgaz x reader but the 2nd person stuff really wasn't happening idk why. sorry!#also sorry this is so short i really just cannot write right now#luckily 27 is queued up to go#kinktober 2023#soapgaz#gazsoap#soap x gaz#gaz x soap#john soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick#soap mactavish x gaz garrick#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#kinktober day 26#kinktober
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soapgaz grinding against each other like pups in rut. kyle laying on top of johnny, their cocks sliding against each other, their precum making the glide smoother. johnny grabbing handfuls of kyle's ass, his fingers digging into the muscle. their moans and groans fill the air.
meanwhile you're sitting near them, your hand in your underwear touching yourself to the sight of them. you're so turned on, that a whimper leaves your lips. they carry on, aware that you're present but not giving you the attention you want.
that is your punishment, forced to watch but not allowed to touch them. you can only touch yourself while they play with each other.
#soapgaz#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick#soapgaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#johnny soap mctavish x reader
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Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.
Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.
Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.
#simon riley x reader#soap x reader#price x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john price x reader#soap#ghost#simon ghost riley#gaz#kyle garrick#price#john price#cod headcanons#cod blurbs
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Most desperate things the 141 boys have done for sex because I can't stop thinking about it <3
John's begged for it. I mean on his hands and knees begging for a taste. I know this man is an avid pussy pronoun user too. He has been on his knees in front of you as you sit pretty on his couch, trailing kisses up your soft belly to your tits and then back down to your thighs.
"C'mon sweet girl lemme' 'ave a taste of 'er yeah? Know she fuckin' needs me hm? Just look at tha'" as he runs a thumb of the wetness that's seeped through you thin panties, just waiting for you to say the words and let him tear them off.
He knows if anybody else in the 141 or if any of his fellow soldiers could see him now, the Captain Price practically drooling over you and sweet talking your cunt like it could hear him they would have a fit. But he couldn't care less because you looked so fucking good right now so "just let 'er 'ave what she wants alright sweet thing?"
I just know Kyle has spent 70% of his last month's pay check on hotel room because the 5 star pent house suite was the only hotel room in your area left available during the holidays. He played it cool with an arm around your waist assuring you it was fine, acting like this was the room he wanted to get, not the one he was forced to have. But if he was being forced to do anything thank god it was spoiling you.
"Don't worry 'bout it love. Just make 'urself comfortable" He'll say in a sultry sweet tone, planting kisses up the side of your neck before excusing himself to the lavish bathroom to check his bank account. He had to make sure he still had enough to buy you a nice breakfast in the morning.
And you're already layed out so pretty for him on the bed so he's not complaining about anything. Especially not the mirror situated on the ceiling right above the bed. Oh and don't you dare suggest splitting the cost, "just split your legs for me hun, 's all ya need to do"
Johnny is eager, like so so eager. When a passionate make out session on your couch got even more heated than either of you had previously expected and he now had his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt, letting his cold finger tips splay themselves just below. When he got to the hem of your panties and began to hook a finger into the lace you had to stop him,
"Johnny"
"Yea?" He was breathless, chasing your lips when you pulled away to talk. You almost felt bad for separating but if he was going to touch you, there was one request you needed to make. You had felt his nails drag across your thighs moments earlier, it felt wonderful but they were...a little long.
"Do ya nae want this hen?" He'd ask, looking at you like you were a piece of art. Pleading with his eyes, shining like they'd spill tears if you said yes.
"No, no I want this, I want you so so much. It's just..." you trailed off
"Tell me what's wrong bonnie and I'll fix it, yeah?" his hands kept you grounded to his lap either a soft grip on you ass.
"It's just- you're nails, they're a little long" your request was nothing more than whisper.
'Oh' Johnny knew he probably should have just asked for clippers, but you felt so damn good on his lap. He could feel your warm cunt through the zipper of his jeans and with your tits brushing against his chest he couldn't bring himself to move.
You watched in shock as he just began to just tear his nails off with his teeth. Without a second thought his pointer and middle finger nails were bit off to the skin. He paused and looked at his right hand before ripping off the index finger as well.
"Johnny what's gotten into you-?"
But he's already got his hands back down your skirt. Soft finger tips slipping between your folds. "Feel better now eh?" And when you just nuzzled your nose into his neck and let out a little whimper he chuckled "I'll take tha' as a yes"
Simon swallows his pride for the first time in his life for a chance at hitting it raw. You tell him it's okay to not use protection, that you're on birth control. But you needed to make sure that he didn't have any stds seeing as they're even more of a pain when you're on birth control. Not that you don't trust him you just want to make sure and it's not a problem for him seeing as he has to get tested every other week being in the military.
He doesn't, however, have his records on him at the moment and with a girl already lying in his bed telling him he can cum inside. Plus a raging hard on, he doesn't exactly feel like running back to base to get the paper work. So...next best thing.
"Price-"
"Rare for ya to call on leave Simon, whatchya need?" Price responds, his voice cracking through the face time call, a cigar dangling from his lips.
"Sir I need..." he looks back at you, your eyes expectant and shining. You wanted him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. "Can you send me a picture of my last med check results?" He rushes out the last part, elbow on his knee and hand dragging over his face.
Price quirks one eyebrow but doesn't look like he's going to ask any questions. Unlucky for Simon though, Johnny was also in the room. His voice distantly coming through the phone,
"The feck ya need those for l.t.?" He questioned
Simon just groaned, soap's addition to this call just made it even more frustrating. But he snapped out of his frustration at the sound of price opening his file cabinet. "What part?" Price asked, dismissing Johnny with a wave of his hand.
"The-" Simon began, this was fucking embarrassing but when he looked back to you, now perched on your hands and knees, the plush of you hips resting on your ankles, he'd do anything at this point. "STD results." He responded plainly.
"Aye! No fuckin' way mate!" The sound of a chair scraping the floor could be heard as Johnny began to clammer over to his captain who pulled the sheet from his files.
"Ya didn't tell me he was in the room" Simon growled
"Ya didn't ask" Price droned
Johnny's head popped into frame "show me what she looks like ey l.t?"
"Not happening" Simon deadpanned
"Aw c'monnnn" The sergeant whined "just proud of you for finally getting some action!"
"Enough." Simon could see you biting your lip to stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eyes, a curious look in your eyes at his reddened face.
"Sent a picture to ya Simon" Price huffed, letting Johnny give him one last "good luck!" Before hanging up the phone.
You were a mess of giggles as he just shook his head and shoved the phone results in your face for you to look at. "See. Clean."
"Okay okay" you giggled, finally letting his form eclipse you back onto the pillows
"Went through a hell of a lot of trouble for ya, sweet girl" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.
"I'll make it worth it" you said, kissing the corner of his lip and tangling your fingers in the back of his hair
"Christ woman" he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at your promise, "gunna' be the death a' me"
#two of these situations actually happened to me#can you guess which ones lmao#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#johnny x reader#johhny soap mactavish#soap x you#soap smut#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz x reader#gaz x you#gaz x y/n#gaz smut#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#simon riley x you#simon riley#simon riley smut#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost x oc#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost smut#john price#price x reader#price smut#price x you
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naps to lovers?
price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.
next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.
after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.
kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.
simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).
you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).
this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.
it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!
yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?
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threesome with Kyle and Johnny and you are reminded that Johnny is so smart he's stupid:
Soap: can I finish inside you
You: yeah I have an IUD
Soap: you got a bomb in your pussy?
Kyle: that's an IED you absolute clownshoe
...
Kyle: you are a demolitions specialist
#has this been done before#i wanna be silly#idc#short stuff#talk tag#cod x reader#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#soap x reader#kyle gaz x reader#gaz x reader#soap gaz x reader#imagines
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Been thinking about the 141 boys coming to visit your southern familyâŠ
Price ends up out back with your papaw and uncles staring at a riding mower that they havenât been able to get back up and working. Beer in hand, hip cocked, mimicking their âuh-uhâs and âyepâs. He tries to help with grilling but your dad wonât let him anywhere near it because âdamn brits canât cook out to save their lives. Iâve seen what yâall eat.â
Ghost gets a little overwhelmed by the women fussing over him. Heâs on his third plate of food and your mimi is still loading him up with more mac n cheese because âHeâs just such a big boy - he really needs to fill up! Are you sure youâre feeding him enough?â Luckily Simon is a literal human vacuum - a total garbage disposal. He drinks about a pitcher of sweet tea by himself because you canât tell me that man doesnât have a deadly sweet tooth. You have to drive home after the food coma they put him in.
Gaz is the decided favorite son-in-law (never mind that you arenât married yet.) Heâs just so polite, happily helping wherever needed. Quick witted and more than prepared to participate in the small town gossip. Giving genuine, dramatic gasps at the news that the preachers son of your familyâs rival church took a trip (went to prison). It just makes sense that boy always had a screw loose, after all. He picks up on the cooking easily enough, asking your mom for all her recipes to make both you and her a lovely custom cook book of family recipes.
Soap goes absolutely hog wild on the four wheelers with your cousins. Regaling the younger ones with stories of his âadventuresâ (pranks on the other 141 members.) He picks up some of your slang for the fun of it. After all, sigogglinâ just works with a Scottish accent so well. Unfortunately he canât handle the jalapeño corn bread - itâs just too spicy for the poor boy.
#anyway back to working on my proper fics#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#kyle garrick#gaz x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#john price#captain price x reader#captain price#141 x reader#price x reader#john soap mctavish#johnny âsoapâ mactavish x reader#johnny soap mctavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#soap x reader
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Government name vs Military callsign
Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?
Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: none
John Price
Government name.
Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it canât hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.
âIf you want me to âshake a legâ, call my name, luvie.â
Now if you holler âJonathan Priceâ, heâll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and heâs peering into the room with an apology on his lips.
âYes, luv? Whatâs wrong, poppet?â
âLift the other end of the couch, would you?â
He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. âAnything else I can do, love oâ my life?â Heâs hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.
âNo, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.â
When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.
Simon Riley
Military callsign.
When you two are alone, and heâs already given you permission to call him Simon, donât call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.
âGhost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.â
âFuck you callinâ me that for?âÂ
Once he sees youâre alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.
âWe playinâ games now?â You didnât want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.
âSorry, baby.â Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. âIâm sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.â
Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips.Â
A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.
Kyle Garrick
Government name.
He doesnât mind being called Gaz, and youâll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesnât even mind if you use âKyleâ or âhoneyâ in front of his squadmates. Though âKylieâ he does have some displeasure with.
âIâll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.â
Call him âGarrickâ, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. Heâs too cute for you to stay mad.
If you shout âKyle Garrickâ, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?
âKyle Ga-â
âYes, dear!â Shit, he didnât mean to âyes, dearâ you. âYes, my dear, Iâm right here.â
You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once heâs close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. âI need a kiss.â
He blinked once. Then twice. âGod damn you.â He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. âDonât stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.â
âGive me another kiss, or I will be.â
He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room.Â
âIn my own fucking home,â he muttered.
John MacTavish
Military callsign.
Heâs got some thick skin. And heâs had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting âJohn MacTavishâ meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.
Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.
âSOAP!â
Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.
âJOHNNY!â
âIâm here, bonnie,â he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.
âCâmere, câmere.â
He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. âWassit?â
You pointed to the leaf in your hand. âA caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.â
He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. âBonnie, I thought something was wrong.â
âHm?â You spared him a glance. âWhat are you talking about, bubba?â
âYou called me Soap.â
âDid I? Didnât mean to spook you, loverboy.â You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. âJust wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.â
Posted: 2023 Dec 10
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Being the only female on TF141 is like Simon constantly scolding you for getting into sheningans with Johnny and Kyle while Price sits on his arm chair with a good book, whiskey in hand and him puffing out smoke like a chimney from his cigar like the daddy he is.
"Delete it."
"Why?"
"Cos I fockin' said so."
You cock an amused brow at him as you look up from the embarrassingly cute photo of the skull-masked behemoth fast sleep and cuddling your Hello Kitty plushie. "Cos y'fockin' said so?" You mock his gravelly Manchester accent and it sends Johnny and Kyle into a fit of giggles. And even Price is chuffed by it. It's contagious really.
It lets your guard down enough for him to yank your phone out of your hand deleting the picture with a swiftness that made your eyes ream and your heart jump. You all groan and jeer at him for being a poor sport but he's quite satisfied with himself. Little does he know, you have a few copies of it in your desktop.
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yeah simon is the one to scare people away when they get too close you, using his size and movement to intimidate, simultaneously shielding you behind him
yeah soap is the one barking loud, creating a spectacle and calling people out, and warning them away
yeah kyle is the one humiliating people, mocking offenders until either their own actions dawn on them or they finally recognize the venom in his eyes
but price is the one that launches into swinging. there is no warning, no hesitation. taking a step, even a single word against you, warrants immediate action in his mind. it's no laughing fucking matter. you are a top fucking prize, his prize, the best the world has to offer. john is rabid in his protection, bearing tooth and boot and claw and fist. thereâs no point in talking to him or trying to negotiate, an offense is an offense and he wonât meet it halfway. someone looks at you the wrong way? they won't be able to see out of swollen eyes after headbutts them, crushing their nose. someone whispers something nasty about you? good luck even eating with that jaw wired shut. god forbid someone touches you, the other three boys can barely hold him back. john will break countless bones in every way he knows and beat his knuckles bloody if your smile starts to drop.Â
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actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc heâs constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.
they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.
one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didnât warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.
in fact, he hadnât mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so youâre still in one of simonâs raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.
itâs generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.
you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.
surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and youâre absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.
#and yeah#thatâs it#went longer than i thought#maybe i should write an actual fic for this#so do with that what you will#simon ghost riley x reader#also this is wholly unedited and the ramblings of woman at 2am#simon riley x reader#ghost x gn!reader#ghost x reader#john price#captain johnathan price#johnny soap mactavish#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#gaz garrick#gaz cod#as it turns out#i have completely blanked on how to tag platonic relationships#but oh well
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Simon x Reader whose already work with TF 141 for a pretty long time. And one day, there's a traitor around the base, leaking their information. All of the proof are leading to reader but reader always deny it! And they interrogated reader, and reader always deny it! And he's (with other 141 members, of course, but it mostly him) do their torture methods to get information out of reader. They keep doing it until someday, the real traitor finally captured!
And make the reader traumatized, pls. Like, she would have trust issues, trauma, and others. She wouldn't forgive them, tho.
ooooo the angst. had to sit on this one for a few days before I wrote something, but here goes nothing.
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when you blink open your eyes, the room is dimly lit. itâs silent save for the sounds of your labored breathing.
you mustâve passed out. one second johnnyâ a man youâd known for yearsâwas slicing into your skin with a knife. the next, youâre staring into an empty room.
your hands jerk up involuntarily. still bound. the rope holding them to the arms of the chair have rubbed them raw. the skin is bright red and bloody. it makes you grit your teeth.
you look down at your lap, taking inventory of the parts of your body you can see. large gashes break up the fabric of your tac pants. the blood surrounding the deep wounds is dry and crusty.
one of the cuts looks like itâs getting infected. you swear you can see bone.
youâd taken this kind of suffering before. been capture by enemies, held and tortured and pushed to the brink of death. this was different. this was being done by your team. men youâd bled with. cried with. laughed with.
one youâd even slept with. the same one you loved. the one you called yours.
the door to the room swung open, hitting the wall with a metal thud. your head slowly lifts, eyes squinting to see him. by his stature, you know itâs simon.
he doesnât bother shutting the door behind him. instead, he walks towards you slowly. as he comes closer, can make out his eyes in the sea of dark paint he smears around them. the same paint youâd helped him apply a time or two.
âback for more?â you say, and itâs meant to sound sarcastic, but all it sounds like is pitiful. your voice cracks, and pain seeps into your tone.
the first rule theyâd taught you about scenarios like this was to never let the enemy know itâs working. never let them know that theyâre hurting youâ that theyâre slowly wearing down your defenses.
well, youâd just broken that rule, and you hadnât even meant to.
you didnât know how long youâd been tied up, subjected to torture by men you had once called your family. all because a fucking liar whispered your name into their ears. all because they fucking believed it.
apparently the years meant nothing to them. to him, least of all, considering heâd done more damage to you than the rest of them.
simon comes to a stop in front of you. his hands are empty by his sides, but thatâs not reassuring. thereâs a table full of weapons off to the side. he would have his pick of the litter.
âready to talk yet?â he says, and his voice is gruff. his tone is hollow. heâs speaking to you the same way heâd spoken to countless enemies. it makes you sick.
âfuck you, simon,â you spit out.
the betrayal of john, gaz, and johnny had hurt. but simonâs betrayal? that was enough to almost put you in the ground.
youâd stopped pleading with them the second they tied you to the chair. now, you were angry. furious. rage filled your veins, and if you werenât beaten to all hell, youâd find a way out of these fucking restraints and strangle the man in front of you to death.
the man you loved. youâd thought you meant something to him, but apparently notâ because who tortures someone they love?
âif you talk,â he ignores your outburst. âitâll be easier. quick.â
âfuck. you.â you enunciate the words, your jaw impossibly tight as you grit your teeth. âim not the fucking rat.â
âall the evidence,â he starts as he disappears from your vision. you know heâs going to pick his weapon of the hour. you force yourself not to shudder.
âpoints to you.â
âtake that bullshit evidence and shove it up your ass, riley,â you seethe, ropes pulling taut as you lean forward in the chair.
heâs back in your line of sight now, brandishing a large knife.
âyouâre only making it harder on yourself, love,â he tuts, and then heâs swinging the knife down, right onto one of your fingers.
you scream as the blade cuts right through skin and bone. your teeth dig into your lip, drawing blood as you refuse to give him more of a reaction. it fucking hurts, but youâll be damned if you let yourself cry.
âfeel like talking now?â he asks, watching as half of your left pinky finger falls to the floor.
âor should we take off another?â
you look up at him, hoping he can see the hatred in your eyes as you speak your next words. âyou could take the fucking hand off and Iâd still have nothing to tell you.â
âletâs see how true that is then, eh?â he replies, and raises the knife again. heâs about to swing, when someone comes running into the room.
âghost!â
itâs johnny. heâs obviously winded as he stops beside simon, dropping his hands to his knees as he struggles for breath.
âwhat, mactavish? im busy.â
âtheyâreââ he gasps. âtheyâre notâ theâ rat.â he says between breaths.
the room goes impossibly still. so quiet you swear you could hear the menâs heartbeats (or maybe that pounding in your ears was your own).
âyou sure?â simonâs voice is softer as he lowers the knife and turns to johnny. the younger man nods, his eyes trained on you. you can see the regret in them, the sorrow.
âitâs fucking shepard.â
itâs not funny, but at the news, you burst into laughter. the men stare at you in confusion, but you canât stop.
youâre laughing so hard youâre crying, and theyâre just standing there.
âare you alrighâ?â johnnyâs asking as he moves towards you. heâs fully recovered his breath now, and he drops to a crouch to be eye level with you.
you donât answerâ you canât. you keep laughing. distantly, you hear the knife simon was holding clatter to the ground. can just make out the sound of more footsteps out in the hallway, coming towards the room.
you pass out.
when you wake up again, youâre in the infirmary. your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights.
âeasy, love,â a voice to your right drawls.
your eyes are fully open now. you look down at yourself, noticing the lack of bindings. noticing the iv taped to your arm, the stitched cuts, the black and blue bruises, the missing fingernails and missing finger.
the person sitting next to you clears his throat. thatâs when you look up and meet the eyes of your captain.
your captain. the man who was supposed to lead you, to keep you safe. what a fucking joke. heâd started the damn witch hunt.
âhow dâyou feel?â he asks, his words soft, like heâs trying not to scare off a timid animal.
you stare at him for a beat. then two. then youâre moving, pulling the iv from your arm and shakily pushing yourself up in the bed. price is telling you to stop, reaching out to push you back down, but you slap at his hands.
âget the fuck off me!â you shout, and that takes him aback. he stops, frozen, as he watches you shift in the bed. you throw your legs over the side of it and prepare yourself to stand.
âyou really shouldnâtââ he begins after heâs regained his senses, but you pay him no mind. you place your feet on the ground and start to stand. your legs wobble, almost give out, but youâre able to stand. barely.
âshut up,â you growl, stumbling forward and towards the exit. heâs moving to cut you off, and you slide him a gaze thatâs sharper than a knife. âand leave me the fuck alone.â
he halts again. he seems almost scared of youâ but that canât be right. even on your best days, he would still beat you in hand-to-hand combat.
heâs not scared of your threats or your frail body. heâs scared of what heâs done to you.
just then, johnny and gaz come through the infirmary doors.
âcap, yâalright? we heard yellinâââ johnny begins, but his mouth snaps shut at the sight of you out of bed.
youâre heaving from your spot next to the bed. your legs are shaking violently, threatening to give out any second. you feel nauseous and numb.
âletâs get you back into bed,â gaz says, and he starts towards you, but you stop him as your gaze snaps to his.
âdonât come any fucking closer. any of you.â
âbonnie,â johnny murmurs. he sounds miserable, but you donât care. donât give a fuck about how any of them feel.
âdonât. im leaving,â you grunt out, moving a foot forward slowly. youâd be damned if you fell in front of them.
âyou canât, love. youâre in no shape to be walking.â john says, and you snarl.
âand whose fault is that?â
the men stay silent as they watch you slowly shuffle towards the foot of the bed. youâre bracing yourself to walk on your own when simon walks in.
âget back in bed,â his tone is blunt. you ignore him.
you remove your hand from the bed, move to take a step forward without support, and you begin to crumple to the floor.
simon moves forward, quick as a cat, and catches you. he lifts you into his arms bridal style, and youâre screaming hysterically. your limbs are flailing the best they can in such a battered state. youâre in fight-or-flight mode, your body betraying your desire to put up a steely front.
your palms slap against simonâs upper body and his masked face. he gives no reaction. he doesnât say anything. the others are watching the exchange silently. the room is buzzing with tension.
âget off me!â you screech, landing a slap to simonâs cheek. âlet meâ let me go! let me go!â youâre gasping for breath, tears streaming down your cheeks. youâre panicking. your heart feels like itâs going to beat out of your chest.
âput me down! getâ getâ off me! stopââ you sob.
the doctor rushes into the room then, yelling at the men for allowing you out of bed. you canât make out what sheâs saying over the rush of blood in your ears. you feel light-headed. you canât breathe.
âput them down, now!â the doctor yells at simon. âtheyâre having a panic attackâ I thought I told you four to stay away from them? theyâre too vulnerable right nowââ the doctor is chastising them as simon places you back in the bed.
spots are dancing in your vision. you donât even feel it when the doctor sticks another needle into your arm. the words being exchanged above your head are muffled. itâs like youâre underwater.
johnâs face comes into view, then johnnyâs, then gazâs. as your eyes start to close, you notice the only face you donât see again is simonâs.
when you wake up again, itâs been two weeks.
the doctor had put you into a medically induced coma to allow your more serious wounds time to heal, without risking another episode. unbeknownst to you, the members of your team had stayed by your bedside almost the entire timeâ minus simon. he hadnât come within ten feet of the infirmary since the day of your panic attack.
thereâs fresh flowers on the bedside table. a steady beeping of the heart monitor. a fuzzy feeling in your head.
it feels like a dream, all of it does. none of it feels real as you settle into your body again. but then the hurt starts, and you remember the truth.
your family betrayed you. your lover betrayed you. they locked you up and tortured you. they didnât believe you.
when the doctor came to your side to check your iv, she smiled.
âhowâre you feeling?â
you look up at her, and it takes a moment for you to speak.
âdonât,â you begin. your mouth feels like itâs full of cotton. âdonât let themâŠin here. donâtâŠwanna see them.â
the doctor nods in understanding, and she doesnât say anything else to you. she turns and walks out of the room.
the door clicks shut behind her. she lets out a sigh before turning around to face the three men.
âthey donât want to see you.â she tells them, and their expressions drop. they donât protest, and like wounded puppies, they walk off.
no one else comes to check on you for a few hours.
youâre in and out of consciousnessâ canât tell whatâs real and whatâs a dream. flashes of your torture come back to you. flashes of a smile. of a scarred face. of hands on your hips andâ
you crack your eyes open, and the room is dark. the only light is the blinking of some of the machines. it illuminates the room enough to allow you to see a large, dark figure slip from the room. the door clicks shut so quietly itâs almost imperceptible.
thatâs when you notice fresh flowers on the bedside table.
your eyes start to droop once more, and you chalk up whatever you just saw to a dream, while simon exhales heavily on the other side of the infirmary door.
ââââââââââââââââ
authors note:
I hope this alright! itâs one in the morning (and Iâm half asleep writing this) so I apologize for the errors that are most likely present, and the sense this most likely lacks. I feel like I could write a whole book about this idea, but im cutting myself off to sleep lol.
thank you for the ask, I hope I did your idea justice. đ«¶
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reader x dog shifter 141 [pt.2]
(If you haven't seen it yet, here's part one.)
Itâs been a couple weeks, and youâre starting to catch on to just how smart your dogs are.
Not that you know what they actually areâbut theyâve got this weirdly human intelligence behind their eyes, and weirdly human personalities. The Great Dane likes to sit on the recliner in your living room, regal and commanding, often watching your front yard whenever the gardener would come over. The gardenerâs son replaced him once for a job, leaving grass cuttings in the driveway, and he was all huffy about it. It amused you at first, but then you realized his judgement wasnât reserved for strangers. He was even more huffy the time you accidentally burned a steak. (Jeez, since when was he a dad?) Not to mention the empty whiskey glasses he likes to keep around, but that's not rightâdogs can't have alcohol, can they?
The German Shepherd, on the other hand, is surprisingly clingyâbut not in a bump-into-your-leg or overtly cuddly kind of way. Instead, he follows you while never begging for attention, attentive and patient as though a soldier awaiting orders. Youâve been jump-scared one too many times by his presence, when you think youâre alone and he appears out of thing air. A massive giant of a dog, with paws as silent as a shadow. And heâs stubbornâdoesnât initiate contact, but you swear youâve caught a subtle bashful glance. Especially when you scratch behind his ears and along the scar of his cheek and chin.
But what the Shepherd lacks in open affection, the Labrador makes up tenfold. He doesn't pester about it, though, simply hopping up to your side on the couch to curl up or placing his muzzle on top of your knees. Still, while probably the most obedient out of the four, youâve seen him get roped into food heists with the Foxhound, or stalking as closely and silently as the Shepherd. Very much the little brother who tags along with whatever. But you can't stay mad at him for long, eitherânot when he knows how to apologizeâbringing you a freshly chomped-off flower from the backyard whenever you get mad. Then he'll sit at your heels with a faint tail wag, whining 'til you're settled and appeased.
The Foxhound is perhaps the most talkative, in both a noisy and conversational way. His joy is unrelenting around you, and he greats you like youâd expect any other dog. Still, heâs awfully communicative. Itâs how youâve learned their namesâwith you wandering aloud what to call them, and him making faces at every suggestion. He eventually settled for playing retriever: playing charades by bringing you back bottles and bars of soap. For the Great Dane, he grabbed an old receipt from the trash. For the Shepherd, he threw on a sheet. He seemed awfully confused on what to do for the Labrador, though, and just kept whining as if in apology.
âSo Soap, Price, Ghost, andïżœïżœïżœ,â you trail off, glancing at the Labrador with a slight pout. âOh, Iâm sorry, boy. I really donât know what to call you. And Soap here seems like heâs run out of braincells.â
Ghost snorts in amusement, which is returned by Soapâs unfettered glare.
The next morning, though, there really is no explanation as to how Soap learned the alphabet, how to write, or to arrange your bedsheets in the following name: GAZ.
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Bonus Thoughts:
"Aha... what the fuck."
Price has face-palmed (face-pawed?) and Ghost just walks over and calmly almost slapstick-esque baps Soap on the head. Meanwhile, Gaz looks dejected, pressing his forehead to the front door, like he's expecting you to kick them out in the next five seconds.
Not that you would, of courseâbut we can queue the mild horror and existential questioning of what the hell these dogs actually are. You call your friend to rant about your theoryâthat they could be escapees from a top secret government laboratory, or spies from another country. She just says to enter them into a dog show, or make âem celebrities on social media.
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Imagine that your uniform is made up of several layers of different types of fabric and bulletproof shields. In addition to the extra fabric, you wear a mask and helmet that cover your entire face. Your costume makes it impossible to identify whether you are a woman or a man, and to top it off, you never speak. This leads people who aren't part of your squad to believe that you're just a short man who never speaks.
You work for the squad led by Colonel König. Recently, there were some situations that resulted in Kortac temporarily joining Task Force 141, two squads united to capture a terrorist.
You are not and have never been a sociable person. You don't talk to people you don't know and you always let someone else do the talking for you. As much as you are an adult woman, mature enough to make decisions on your own, you are shy. Very shy.
It's not unusual for other people to ask your teammates about you, always wondering why you don't speak up. They ask about the many layers of fabric that make up your outfit, whether you don't suffocate from the excess cloth and pockets.
And these people always refer to you in the masculine.
Always.
Soap is a bit of a curiosity when it comes to mysterious people who don't interact much with others in the room and who just stand in a quiet corner, far away from any living thing in the room. No wonder he made Ghost his best friend.
So believe me when I say that he's intrigued by you. The mysterious, masked guy in the dark corner of the room, who so far hasn't interacted with anyone since he arrived. You've caught his attention, but he won't talk to you because something inside him tells him not to come up to you out of the blue.
Something inside him tells him to take it easy this time, because that something inside him thinks that the outside of that guy should be molded slowly to reveal the inside. Does that make sense?
The first person Soap will ask about you is König, because them strangely hit it off, much to the unhappiness of Ghost, who didn't like König. Perhaps it's because he's taller and has stolen the role of being the tallest in the room from Ghost.
And also because he saw König talking to you about something, but you didn't use your voice and just nodded. Which led him to think that maybe you were mute.
Soap approached König with a smile, bringing up some other subject before starting to ask questions about you. He doesn't want to sound weird.
"Hm... You know, I keep asking myself..." Soap begins, waiting for a signal to continue.
"What is it?" König asks, crossing his arms and smiling beneath his mask.
"That guy in the corner... Why doesn't he join the others?"
"Oh." König straightens his posture and looks at you, standing in the corner of the room and staring at an interesting spot on the floor. "She's a bit shy, don't worry."
The gears turned slowly in Soap's head after this information.
"IT'S A WOMAN?!!??!!!!?"
It wasn't Soap's intention to draw the attention of everyone in the room, Including you, to him and König. But it just happened.
Hello:)) it's my first time posting something written by me and my English is terrible, but I tried my best with a translator đ
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as a cheeky birthday treat to price, the force makes the drive to the nearest hooters. they're in the states for a mission and the restaurants dot many of the towns they drive through. sure there are a few back home, but it's an experience. one they want to enjoy thoroughly.
when their waitress comes up, they stare wayyyy to long for her comfort. which is how you get swapped with her. you're known for being able to handle customers like this. you don't balk when they stare down your shirt, just turn and ask if you can get them anything else. they're pieces of work tonight, but they're polite and keep their hands to themselves.
they become regulars after that. they have to after seeing you smile wide (although not at them) during the birthday song for price. they always ask for your section and make small talk while flirting. one of them usually leaves their number on the receipt with a healthy tip, but you don't budge.
they show you how good and capable they are for taking care of you. they know its wrong to solicit someone during their work, but it's just this once (they've decided to not approach you elsewhere, no matter how much johnny pouts. doesnt mean they arent watching). simon breaks the fingers of the man who groped you saturday night, kyle knifed the fucker hiding around the side of your car, and johnny slashed your touchy manager's tires. you don't really know about these things, but john's tips alone should show you how well they can take care of you!
you slowly warm up to them. you learn their names and where they're from. they don't come on as strong anymore, but its obvious they're still interested when one of them walks you to your car. sometimes you'll wear their jacket and an arm will be around your waist. possessive glare on any another man who dares to look your direction.
when they come in after longer than normal time away, they see you with a little crown with pink fuzz around the bottom and "birthday girl" written in diamonds on it. youre obviously unhappy about the kid's crown so they don't say anything, yet their smirks tell it all. price buys you a dessert when you're finished with your shift. to their surprise you squish in beside price. you let them call you "love" and "doll." johnny even feeds you a spoonful and gaz wipes your chin when you get a crumb.
it's about time you come around to their affection. they've been waiting so long and so faithfully. they have everything you need in their flat, so why don't you quit on the way out the door. call your landlord and tell him that you're moving out soon. you're truly theirs now. happy birthday, darling.
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