#soap mctavish x male reader

[killmeprettypleasee]

EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT..

This was requested by @xweirdo101x! Thanks sjiqoqkqnjeiebdvdbjs anyways enjoy<33

Warning: kidnapping, rape ment, gangbang, bondage, hint of mind breaking, mentions of double pent, comforted angst, mentions of PTSD, 141 comforting reader.

You woke up with a soft groan when you felt your head hurting like hell you couldn't remember anything before you got here.. the only thing you remembered is that you were assigned in a solo mission to get some information from the current enemy.

You noticed you hands were tide up with a rope attached to the ceiling, and the room was dark but accompanied by a small light bulb at the top.

Hissing at the pain in your wrist you can tell you've been here for like hours from how your wrist stings badly from the ropes.

A small gasp left your lips when you so a shadowy figure going up to you, as you walked up to your frame a large grin was a bit visible from the small lighting at the top "seems your awake now.. we've benn waiting" he said.. his body frame towering over your small frame. You cant help but let put a whimper.

He made you look up to him by lifting you head up by the chin and gripped it nice and tightly, you felt eyes on you as 4 people went out of the shadows. Their big figure towers you aswell.

Surprisingly the man behind you pulled you pants down and the man from the side helping him and take your gear off, you gasp in distress and tried to shake them away but sadly you head strikes up a sting making you stop your movements and panted heavily from how your head hurts badly.

Your bottom now naked and shown, slowly hands snaked down your ass groping them in a steel like grip making you let out a small whine and this made the man in front chuckled darkly.

You shivered when something cold and slick glides on your ass and went inside you making your body shook, mercilessly the finger shoves itself inside and began thrusting in and out and soon as that, a 2 more fingers got shoved inside and a painful cry passed through your lips as tears dripped down your eyes.

You cried helplessly from the pain, as the fingers violated your hole. Another hand slide down to your dick and began palming it, you bit your bottom lip trying not to let out any type of sound that would leave your mouth.

The fingers inside you finally left leaving you all empty and loose so it could take their cocks the hand on your cocks aswell left your touch all weeping and leaking pre, but they weren't finished yet.

Hands gripped your waist and felt something hard near your hole. You began to panic and shake him off but again.. Failed.

He suddenly shoved his cock inside making you arch your back and scream in pain as tears slowly flow down your eyes, he started to move in and out at a rough pace making you hic out a moan and whimper from how he pounded into you. The pain was unbearable from how huge his member was but pleasurable aswell.

"S-stop! Stop please!" You choked out from your quivering lips begging the man behind to stop, you gripped onto the ropes that tide your wrist when you felt your legs quiver then went limp. You swore you could feel your mind slip to oblivion from his merciless pounding.

The one infront, the man you talked to earlier lifts your legs up and smiled sadistically at you, the thrusting stopped to let him line his cock and rammed it inside and hit your prostate straight on making you see stars. Tears rolled down ypur puffy red eyes as you cried helplessly in their hold.

The feeling of two of their cocks ramming inside cant but feel so full of them, you swore your hole would be loose and stretched out after this. You feel such pleasure fro. Having 2 cocks inside your innards it felt to good, yu gave up fighting and let the use you like nothing but a little cockslut.

You noticed their thrust became sloppy, you whimpered and knew they were close.. "not i-inside please.." you cried softly but they just mocked you, the one from behind gripped your waist and the one infront gripped your thighs, both in a steel grip and shot their seed inside making you so full, you can feel some of it dribble down your thighs qnd it made your head dizzy.

They then take it out and leaving you leaking and head dizzy, yir weeping cock still leaked with pre.. you felt you were passed to the other, you looked up and was greeted with a big grin from the man above you, he held your thighs and lined himself up near your hole "p-please no more.." you pleaded weakly.

You whimper and gripped you hands on his shoulder feeling him push inside, some of the cum that was inside you leaked out when he pushed in and go down your thighs, you panted heavily trying to steady your breathing and he began thrusting inside at a animalistic pace and suddenly you let out a loud long moan of surprise and arched your back when he hit something inside that made you came all over yourself.

He grinned and gripped on your thighs more tighter and fucked you over and over again making sure to hit your prostate roughly, you cried from the feeling. It was to much to bare with and you lolled your head back.

The feeling of his cock hitting your prostate roughly made your head spin, you felt a tight knot in your tummy making your back cringe from the pleasure and tears fall, you regretted taking a solo mission.. you wish you didn't accepted it... But you have no choice but have your legs spread by your nappers and use you like a fucking Fleshlight.

Then hands start to wonder around you waist and caressed you dick with their fingers, they began jacking you off, you cant help but thrust you hips forward but end up having your dick gripped in a tight hold making you mewl out a whine.

Your head began to fall but was catched by someone else, and then a hard throbbing cock filled your vision "open up slut" you shook your head but when the guy fucking your ass shoved in in the most rough way it made you gasp out and tears fall, he quickly shoved his dick in your mouth making you gagged on his big cock.

The feeling of both your holes filled made stuffed to the brim and tear up uncontrollably..

This took for hours.. getting passed from one to another and getting your holes fucked again and again, this went on for days and you dont know if you could handle it anymore, your ass hole now stretched making an O shape as cum drip out glistening your thighs and the floor, you panted with your head resting on the floor with your tears staining dark puddles on the floor.

2 of the men stared at you and and 1 of them spit at your back and both left.. leaving you there in the dark, it was silent.. but not for long.. you heard gun fire and yelling outside the door. You tried to get up but failed, then you heard the door smashed open and dark figures of people that look quite familiar.

"(Callsign)!!" A Scottish accent yelled out from a man and ran up to you.. your eyes slowly get heavier and fainted as darkness consumed you.

You woke up, you hissed as a bright light cover your vision and covered your eyes with your arm.

"(callsign)! Your finally awake!" A voice yeld by the side and you looked to see who owns the voice, it was Price and he quickly hugged you tightly and embraced you.

Your eyes widen and began to break down and cried against gis chest, all the team hurried in seeing you both and Price hugging. You were shaking badly, scared and afraid, Price held you close to him and assuring you're okay now.. safe with them and theyre gonna take care of you.

Price looked at you with big worry and concern on your face and gently rubbed your back, he can see the fear and trauma in your eyes and it hurts him so much.. he regretted letting you go on a solo mission, he regretted everything that happened to you.

"im so sorry.. it must be alot to handle, i so sorry" he held you tightly in his arms as Soap rubbed your back comfortingly "must be scary aye.." Soap said softly behind.. suddenly a flash trained to your eyes and pushed Price away by insticts making him back off, the trauma was to much and you were breaking down and tears filled your vision.

"Y/n... Are you?" Gaz slowly approached but Ghost stopped him and told to leave you alone for awhile.. Soap step away giving you time to breath and calm down "i-im sorry.." you whimpered softly under your breath as your hands shake, Ghost let out a soft sigh "its okay.. its just us" he said in a calm manner making you look up to him i teary eyes "this is gonna be a long time.. Everything's Alright now.." Priced said sorrowfully...

IM SO SORRY I HAVE TO END IT HERE MY PHONES AT 3 %😭 i think this is the longest fic I ever made but do really hope you enjoy! Thank you<333😫

[sexydoffyman]

day 25 - TEASING

John MacTavish

Male reader

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genre: smut

mdni

He always looked at you with such a gentle look. He wanted you. He thought it was only sexual lust. But the thing he was dreaming on and on about had a serious variety.

He imagined you spinning in his arms as you both danced the night away with music that kept you awake for the whole night. He thought about how cosy he'd feel if he had you wrapped up in a blanket in his arms. A warm fireplace with flames dancing.

He imagined how you'd look sleeping on his body or Your back or head pressed to his chest. He wasn't really picky about the position as long as his wish would come true.

He imagines how your skin would feel. In more than one way.

Of course, he was still John MacTavish. How could he think of such beautiful things without thinking about how he'd make love to you. He wanted to care for you. Make you make sounds. Touch you where you'd never thought someone'd ever touch you.

And very recently, he'd gotten the perfect chance to make his dreams come to life.

You were both drunk. Sober enough to think clearly but drunk enough to get loose and flirty. You looked at him with a smug look, and he looked at you with the same one. He was thinking how you two were meant to be together.

The dark of the night crept over cities and forests, and you decided that you should probably head out. You were complaining about how far away you have to go to get home. Soap offered to let you sleep at his place for the night. And with the fact that it was almost midnight, you happily agreed.

You walked into his house. You saw how well-decorated it was and how clean it was. You wanted to look around a bit more, but he was already reaching for your waist. He lifted you up and into the air and spun around. It was a poor excuse for a dance, but neither of you could tell how bad it was. It all worked out just fine.

In his mind, anything was a win. You being too tired and just falling asleep next to him? Win. Wanting to watch some movies with him? Win. And if he was very lucky. He might get into your pants.

At the end of your so-called dance, he carried you to his bedroom bridal style. He laid you down on the mattress. You were put in soft white cushions, feeling like you were floating in the sky.

He looked into your eyes deeply and paused before kissing you. He was hoping for the best, but he seriously didn't expect you to kiss him back and hold his cheeks. You smiled at his silly reactions. It made him chuckle the way you found him amusing. He loved it.

His hands were already searching your body. He is a curious man, wanting to know everything about you. You were relaxed, letting him move you around as much as he pleased. He turned you around on your stomach. He pressed himself on you and kissed your neck softly.

You could already feel his hard-on through his jeans. He ground himself against your body. His eyes closing, accompanied by his light groans. He shuffled his jeans down his legs. You wanted to help out, but before you could, he was grasping on your wrists.

He eventually got both of you out of your clothes till you were only in your boxers. He put his palm on your groin, playing with your dick. You whined at his actions as your body gave out. Stuff like this always made him go feral. Now that he's with you, he really has to hold himself back.

You buried your face in the covers, hoping he'd touch you more. You were desperate for his touch. He was also eager to feel you. The only thing stopping him from slamming himself into you was the need to see you all flustered and messy.

He really thought of getting away with his attempt to tease you the whole night. You fortunately got impatient almost, yelling out, "Just fuck me already!"

You made him chuckle at your words. You were getting ready to rip him to shreds when you felt him thrust inside of you. He was finally releasing all that build-up from when he was teasing the shit out of you.

You will wake up in his bed with him teasing you about last night.

[starboye]

imagine having ghost and soap as boyfriends, it's either you get to large but sweet guys who will kill whoever disrespects their lovie or you get to large guys that are trying to rip each others hair out after one eats the others ice cream

soap is always trying to fuck you no matter where you are and you have to get simon to pull him off you just for simon to take his place, cooing how no one will even notice and him and soap can just slip in really quick, you denied for a little but the moment he rubbed his bulge against your ass you were all for it

the was until price caught you three and scolded you but nonetheless you all ended up doing it again, some days after months of being away from you on a mission they come back one of two way; wanting to cuddle you all day and night until death or fuck you until you have their offspring

on this day it was the latter, they wasted no time in taking you to your guys' shared room and plowing you all night long, spurting out all there pent up cum into you until your belly was bulging with cum and putting a butt plug in you

but they couldn't possibly leave you like that so they always either go out and get you some food or try their best to make something at home (which usually ends up in the food being burnt and they go out and get you food) so you spend your night sweaty and barely feeling your legs but at least you have some ice cream and two hot boyfriends by your side

[princeguri66]

Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.

TF 141 x Male! Reader

Kissing the homies goodnight.

18+ Minors DNI!

Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it

It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.

And if that didn't give them any ideas..

For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.

"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"

"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"

It gives them such a boost of energy.

You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.

And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.

And when it comes to Price.. 

It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.

After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 

As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.

The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.

You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.

And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 

It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses

(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)

Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.

And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)

It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.

After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.

[midnightcrw]

Fight

Pairing: Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader, Soap x Reader, Gaz x Reader

Summary: Your child gets in trouble

a/n: This one is a little different from my usual ones, but I just felt like writing for all four of them. I'm not sure how accurate you'll all find them as I've deliberately exaggerated them, but I do believe that Gaz is a sassy man after seeing how he didn't want to shake Graves' hand. I've also named the children of the TF141, I hope that's okay with you all.

Scenario:

The moment you both heard that your child got in trouble, the first thing you two did was rush into the principal's office in fear that something happened.

And now you were both sitting in the principal's office with your child, while another child was there with his parents.

Ghost:

Your eyes widened as you heard the principal say that Daisy and another girl in her class had gotten into a physical fight.

"There was also something your daughter said that is completely unacceptable," Mr. Smith said, looking disappointed at Daisy, even though the girl apparently started the fight and your daughter was just defending herself.

"It wasn't even that bad..." Daisy muttered underneath her breath as she crossed her arms.

Simon was very quiet, but his stoic expression spoke for itself.

"Daisy, I want you to quote what you said," Mr. Smith continued, not wanting to hear another word from her unless she quoted exactly what she said to the girl.

Your daughter looked at you, a pleading look on her face but you just shook your head at her in disappointment, wanting to hear what she said.

She sighed and quoted what she had said before, "You have a face that only a mother could love."

Without missing a single beat, Simon started wheezing in his seat the moment he heard his daughter's insult to the girl.

You glared at him, "Simon!"

Trying to calm down, he put his palm on his mouth as he continued, completely ignoring the angry looks of the principal and the other family.

"Mr. Riley, I want you to calm down. This is highly inappropriate," Mr. Smith said as Simon calmed down.

A few seconds of silence passed between you all before your beloved husband opened his mouth.

"Did you win?"

"Simon!?"

Price:

It felt like hours as the girl's parents and the girl herself ranted and raved about the fact that your daughter Sophie punched her.

At first you had both been shocked, completely angry at your daughter until the parents opened their mouths to speak.

You almost fell asleep listening to the mother go on and on about how her daughter's nose was bleeding because of Sophie.

Price, on the other hand, sat still in his seat, listening to the whole thing, not having said a word since he walked into the principal's office.

"Your daughter should be suspended!" The father said, glaring at Sophie.

Mr. Smith didn't even get a single chance to say anything, as they continued.

Slowly, Price seemed to lose his patience and turned his head towards you and your daughter.

He whispered, "Punch her harder next time."

"What?" The principal asks.

"Nothing."

Price says as Sophie giggles at her dad.

You tried to stifle your grin by putting a hand over your mouth, just hoping that the parents would shut up soon.

Soap:

Your son sat between the two of you, his nose bleeding and his face bruised as he frowned at the boy and his parents.

You were extremely worried as you put a hand on your son, Callum's arm, and quietly asked him if he was hurt anywhere else.

Callum just shook his head, not wanting to speak while Soap was already getting bored listening to all of the talking the principal was doing.

"It doesn't matter if he started insulting him because Callum was the one who got violent," Mr. Smith said as you tried to defend your son.

The boy obviously looked much worse than Callum. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised. His nose was also bleeding, as was his lower lip.

It looked like your son had done some damage.

"What exactly did he do?" Soap asked, wanting to know exactly how Callum had hit the boy.

As Mr. Smith explained what your son had done, Soap's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, you used the punch I taught you," Soap said, extremely pleased that Callum had listened and actually used the things he had taught him.

Callum grinned at his dad's antics as you put your face in your hands, sighing and muttering "Why did I marry this idiot..."

Gaz:

You were shocked to hear what your son, Ethan, had done to the boy.

Mr. Smith was obviously upset and angry that Ethan had acted so childishly, and immediately got into a physical fight the moment the boy wouldn't stop insulting him.

You felt the headache already pounding in your head as you rubbed your temple, completely out of it.

Ethan didn't really say anything, he just listened to everything that was said.

The boy's parents glared at the three of you, never once looking away.

The boy that insulted your son, looked angry, obviously still being pissed at the fact that Ethan punched him, even though he himself started with the insults.

Gaz was not even shocked, sitting there with his hand holding up his head up as he looked extremely uninterested in the principal's endless speech.

Rolling his eyes, Gaz moved closer to you and Ethan as he whispered.

"Did you break any of his bones?"

"No."

"Good, because I'm not paying anything in this economy."

[pastelclovds]

cw: f slur (i blame @rodolfoparras)

thinking about a homophobic misogynist man who just can’t get off like how he used to before he met you. no matter how times he fists his cock, is balls deep into some random women; none of it mattered. it was never enough, he was never satisfied. but when he thinks about his last “session” with you… he’s throbbing and rock hard within seconds (aww is that pre cum on the tip?) he tries to brush it off as nothing more than a little meeting between guys, he’s not a fag and he’ll never will be. his actions speak other wise but he’s way too narcissistic and delusional to see his contradiction.

he’s in too deep in his fantasy to hear himself whining and moaning like a bitch as he fucks into the tight hole of his hand. his eyes brimmed with tears as he recalled you holding his legs against his chest as your fat cock drilled into his sore hole, your pelvis slapping lewdly against his ass. he called you every insult in the book, but you didn’t care. in fact, his bitching made you pound into him harder.

he spat on his pointer and middle finger and slid a shaky hand down to his hole. it twitched and clenched around nothing, he felt so empty. he forces his two fingers inside him to the knuckle, if there was a heaven, he just saw it. as the fantasy continued, he only got more desperate. he bucked into his fist like a mutt in heat as his fingers thrust in and out of his tight heat. his pillows are drowning in drool at this point.

you call him your pretty princess, whose pussy was made to take your dick. your digits wrapped themselves around his throat, his adam’s apple bopping under your palm. taking in as much air as he could before you took it with the thunderous pace of your hips.

he never wished for a third arm more in his life. before long, he let out a pathetic, little, tiny sigh of “daddy” as he came all over his hand and belly. he lays on his soaked sheets absolutely exhausted. his first good nut in ages. he thinks about you again, and remembers he has a huge cucumber in his fridge he was about to blend into his work out smoothie.

his cock is leaking pre instantly.

[fortheb0ys]

Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[waves-against-a-cliff]

The thing you did that made the 141 men think 'Im gonna marry them'

Content Warnings - Fluff. Sexual themes but no smut.

Gaz - It's cliche really. But he loves it when his partner can eat. Maybe not all the time, not all types of food. Maybe it's literally one specific thing you can eat pounds of. Whatever it is, he had taken you to a buffet and watched with hearts in his eyes as you devoured it. Not in a feederist kind of way but in a... Breeding sort of way. Doesn't matter if you lack the actual parts, can't get pregnant due to birth control or other outside forces. He thinks to himself, "I'm gonna marry them." Doesn't even realize hes thought it until he hears it in his head.

Price - He saw you rush across a busy street (he nearly had a heart attack) and stop traffic because you saw a pair of turtles trying to cross the street. Carefully you picked them up and placed them to where they were heading to. You even waved and said goodbye to them. Your kindness made him smile and chuckle. He realized then he wanted to marry you.

Soap - You were playing with his nieces and nephews at a family party. Chasing them around and playing their games. Laughing and sneaking some more dessert. He loves seeing you with kids, his eyes are on you all night and he thinks, "I'm gonna marry them."

Ghost - He took you axe throwing. He didn't expect you to be this good at it. The way it seemed so natural to you and how the axe embedded itself into the wall. You smiled up at him, a feral gleam in your eyes. He hands you another axe just to watch the way your arm muscles tense and to see the same look on your face when it hits its target. Spare strands of your hair stick to your slightly sweaty face and you comment about how much you like this. As he watches you wrench the axe from its spot, he can only think of how badly he wants to marry you.

[poetslastdeath]

okay but i need a reader who is badshit insane, i need a reader with a history dretenched in so much blood that it’s stained them.

i need a reader that can be as stoic and scary as ghost so much so that they’ve become more of a legend then a person, a rotting grave that holds the bones of who they once were.

or a reader that was always drawn to the glint of a knife and the sight of blood running down their hands until no more skin showed, more monster than human since birth.

let them be feral I BEG‼️‼️‼️ especially for price, let them be feral and protective and obsessive and in love with price please 🙏🏽 🗣️

[libingan]

— how the TF141 suck COCK!

JOHN PRICE

price starts by gripping your cock with a firm, authoritative hand, applying steady, controlled pressure. his mouth envelops your cock tightly, alternating between slow, deep sucks and fast, aggressive movements.

looooves maintaining intense eye contact, his gaze unwavering and filled with desire as he watches your reactions. he uses his tongue to tease the head and underside, applying varied pressure to keep you on edge.

his hands keep your thighs apart, holding you in place and ensuring you stay exposed. you just look so handsome spread out for him :(((

“so fuckin’ perfect, love,” he’d murmur, sloppily slurping up your sensitive cock, “taste so good too…”

his free hand LOVES to play with your balls, squeezing and caressing them to amplify the pleasure. he might adjust your position, pulling on your thighs or pushing you closer, ensuring you’re completely under his control.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

gaz combines a firm, eager grip with skilled movements, using a mix of slow, deliberate strokes and rapid, hungry pumps. he’ll lean down and suck lightly on your sensitive tip, digging his tongue into the slit to lap up your precome.

he frequently incorporates his fingers into the experience, gently fingering your hole while his mouth works on your cock. he’ll curl his fingers just right, pressing into prostate with each movement.

gaz talks you through it all. his top one priority is your pleasure, so he makes it a point to always ask if you’re enjoying yourself (you are). whispers words of praise and encouragement the whole time! he loves making you feel loved!

“y’like that, sweetheart?” he’ll ask so sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you, “feels good, yeah? you’re so amazing, love,”

he loves experimenting with different pressures and touches, finding the perfect combination to drive you wild with pleasure.

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

soap style is more energetic and varied, using a mix of fast, aggressive sucks and slow, teasing licks. be grips your cock firmly and alternates between deep, intense pressure and playful touches.

this man loves incorporating sex toys, such as cock rings and vibrators, to enhance the experience. he might use a cock ring to keep you hard and on edge, or use a vibrator to overstimulate you, pushing you to the brink.

he’s absolutely obsessed with overstimulation, always pushing you beyond your limits with relentless enthusiasm each time he’s in between your legs.

“c’mon, lad, ye can give me one more, aye?” he says with a rough, scottish brogue, his voice muffled around your cock. “gonnae make ye cum o’er and o’er again, love.”

he loves deep-throating you, taking you fully into his mouth and throat, applying a constricting pressure that makes you feel every bit of his dominance. his mouth works you intensely, pushing your cock to the back of his throat and holding it there, making you feel both overwhelmed and electrified.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

simon is agonizingly slow, as he takes perverse pleasure in edging you. he uses a mix of torturously slow licks and barely-there sucks, teasing you to the brink of release. his mouth is relentless, but the pressure is always just enough to keep you on edge without letting you cum.

he loves applying varying pressures with his lips and tongue, sometimes giving you light, taunting touches and other times intensifying with rougher strokes.

simon is incredibly tuned into your reactions and will pull off immediately if he senses you’re about to climax, leaving you gasping and desperate. he enjoys watching your frustration and need, smirking at the way you squirm and whimper.

“you’re not cumming yet,” he growls harshly, his voice thick with lust. “not until i say so.”

he’ll lightly graze your cock with his teeth, teasing you with gentle nips and scraping motions that add a sharp, thrilling edge to the sensation. his hand also adds pressure, keeping you right on the edge with slow strokes and sudden stops, making the experience both excruciating and intensely pleasurable.

[x-x-nyctophilia-writes-x-x]

Y/n: Why are British people always so mad when people make jokes about their accents? Like, sorry, but you say "Yew-Chube".

Soap: Aye, ah know. It's funny though, "innit".

Price, Gaz, and Ghost: ...

Source:

[sexydoffyman]

day 31 - DTF

John MacTavish

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genre: smut

mdni

A/N: DTF mean down to fuck for those who don't know

You met way back in boot camp when you were younger. You fit together more than anyone. He fell first. It was more like "I'd fuck that guy." which developed into I'd give up my life for that guy. He was very adorable about it.

He was very subtle, too. He tried so hard to tell you, but he just couldn't muster up the courage to do so. Even if he was a little nervous about it, he never gave up. You looked so good. Too good to let go.

He realised he had to take a different approach. He did as his consciousness told him. He decided to take on acts of bromance. To his surprise, IT FUCKING WORKED. You loved it. You initiated physical contact with him more than ever.

It progressed from you giving him pats more often to being comfortable, sitting on his lap. The only problem that weighed his shoulders was that it was all just "platonic".

He was thinking for days, weeks, even months. He wanted to know how to tell you about his feelings without ruining the relationship you two built. Turns out his great idea was just a curse.

But he never backed down.

One day he hit you with, "If we had to fuck each other or we'd get no breakfast for a week would you be down?" You thought about it just for a second. You thought about it because you were too in love. But same as Soap you didn't want to make it obvious.

"Bro, I'd fuck you even if there was no punishment for not fucking you." A regular person would think you were joking around, but Soap. Soap saw the little sparkle in your eyes.

"So... you down?" He asked you nervously. "Yeah..." You responded with the same tone in his voice. He just held out his hand for you to take.

He led you to a supply closet and closed the door. Neither of you knew what exactly to do. You slept with one person before, and so did he. You were completely new to this. But holy shit, you looked heavenly under the dim light.

He just kinda helped you out of your pants very awkwardly. It was stupid but magical in its own sense. He wanted you, and he let you know that by kissing you all over your neck. It was sweet.

Your bodies melted through each other. He eventually pulled down his pants and began doing the deed.

It was weird. Strange. You didn't know you'd like it so much just because it was him. The sex itself was horrible. But based on the look on your faces, you shared your opinion.

He led you to your room, and with a small goodbye, you were gone. He sat beside the door with his head in his hands. "I fucked it up." He thought about if you'd want him after this.

But on the other side of the wall you were kicking your feet in the air. You looked like you were eleven, and your crush just said hi to you.

And even now, after all this time, he's still down to fuck. The only difference is that he's picking out a ring for you.

[barrackspredator]

Lead Guitarist!Price who writes the lyrics and takes the lead on most of the interviews.

Rhythm Guitarist!Gaz who swoons all the ladies with his voice and charming personality.

Bassist!Ghost who writes the music sheets and can’t be bothered to attend interviews, or deal with fans.

Drummer!Soap who isn’t trusted to speak during interviews and likes to get messy with haters in the crowd.

Groupie!Reader who spends a lot of time getting passed around in the tour bus.

[princeguri66]

Can I ask for a 141 x male reader who acts like a mom to them? Just reader being prepared for anything even in the middle of a mission, giving them snacks and predicting their problems

Aww wait that's such a cute concept though ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) apologies if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for but these were what I could come up with.

I like to think reader here would be older than them, either the same age as price or just a bit older. And like a bear too.

Being in the game for so long you've developed these sort of "instincts"

Price introduced you to the team as his friend from his earlier days in the military. Says that you'll be part of the team for a while so he hopes you all get along well.

And you do, spending so much time with the team has let them warm up to you and get comfortable with you. Makes your urge to take care of them unleash.

You sitting next to Gaz in the helly heading to a mission and he comments how he wished he had more to eat earlier. You pulling out a granola bar from one of your many pockets and handing it to him, Gaz looking at you as if to ask "are you sure?" And you just reply with a nod and a soft smile, Gaz taking it with a grin on his face as he eats it. And once he finishes it you take another one out of the same pocket and ask "are you still hungry?"

He keeps eating whatever you offer and as you start to get worried wether this kid has been eating enough or not he says "thank you, sir. I feel better" with a crumby smile.

You huff fondly "got something on your cheek there sweety" and lick your thumb to clean his cheek. Him trying to contain the blood running to his cheeks because it's embarrassing.

Just chilling with Soap as you both clean your weapons. Hearing him go "ouch" as he clicks his tongue. "What's wrong lad?" You ask him as you look up from cleaning your gun.

He looks up at you after cleaning his knife "Accidentally sliced a bit of my finger, it's no big deal"

You respond with a nod and walk over to him and kneel Infront of him to hold his hand, inspecting the little cut on his finger. You pull out a spiderman themed bandaid and place it on the wound. Giving it a small kiss then saying "all done" as you look up at him and walk back to where you were previously cleaning your gun.

You bet your ass everytime he gets a small boo-boo he's going to be looking for you all over base for another colorful bandaid and another healing kiss.

Taking care of Ghost as he sits on the bed since he insisted that he was fine (but it's so obvious that he isn't) patching up his wounds with normal gauze and placing colorful character themed bandaids on top. As you finish up you gently rub his arm in a comforting motion, silently telling him that everything's ok and that everyone is fine. Wanting him to know that if he's too stubborn for actual professional care you'll make do.

You stand back to look over him, checking that you haven't missed anything. If he's got a wound on his face then he'll just have to take care of it himself. You step forward and rest your hand on his cheek, your warmth phasing through his mask. "You alright sweety?" You ask him in a gentle tone and all he can do is let out a shaky sigh and lean forward, resting his head on your Stomach. You gently wrap your hands around his head and start rubbing his back. It seems like he really needed this kind of comfort.

And don't think just because Price is closer to your age doesn't mean he gets out of being taken care of.

Being a friend of him for years makes you aware of his bad habits with overworking and lack of sleep schedule. One night you finally decide to put a stop to it after seeing rays of light seeping through the crack of his office door. You don't even knock, just opening it and standing right in front of his desk, crossing your arms you look at him with a questioning glare.

And Price knows that look, experienced it so many times and now that you're both in the same squad again he hopes to feel that comfort that you seem to always carry with you. You scold him for overworking till late at night and drag him out of his office and into his room. You throw him on to his bed and tuck him in, you lean close to his face and his eyes are full of adoration, for taking care of him all these years and now taking care of his team. You place a kiss on his forehead and he just melts. He missed this, and he's so glad the rest of his team can experience your care as well.

As he hears you leave and close the door behind you with a resounding click, he thinks to himself on how nice it would be to have you with them for even longer. And he's sure the rest are thinking the same thing.

(You'd be delighted if you could take care of them for longer as well)

[midnightcrw]

"Simon, seriously, one of us should take the wheel," you attempted to reason with him, but his determination was as stubborn as a mule.

"No!" Simon snapped, clearly offended by the barrage of jokes about his driving skills.

It all began with Soap playfully taunting Simon's subpar driving, and Gaz, Price, and you couldn't resist joining in. He was determined to prove his driving wasn't as bad as you all claimed.

With determination, Simon herded you all into the car. You squeezed into the passenger seat, while the other three were squished like sardines in the back. Soap on the left, Gaz on the right, and poor Price caught in the middle.

"Why am I stuck in the middle?" Price groaned, sandwiched between Soap and Gaz.

"Because you'd leap out of this car at the first opportunity," Simon grumbled.

"Maybe I should call Laswell, just in case we don't survive this," you mumbled, already reaching for your phone.

"I heard that," Simon said, snatching your phone and stashing it in his pocket.

Without a word of warning, he roared the car to life, making all four of you flinch.

"Captain, I've never told you this, but you're like a father to me. I love you, man," Gaz turned to Price, pouring out his affection.

"I love you too, Kyle," Price said, patting Gaz on the shoulder.

"This seems like the perfect moment to admit it. Captain, I may have been the one who accidentally blew up half your office," Soap confessed.

"THAT WAS YOU!?"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!"

"Shut up!" Simon growled as he revved the engine.

"How did this happen?" Laswell stood in the hospital room, looking utterly disappointed. All of you were sprawled on the hospital bed, sporting various bruises and a couple of broken bones.

Without uttering a word, all eyes turned to Simon, who defiantly crossed his arms.

"Simon, we discussed this. No driving for at least a year," Laswell scolded with her hands on her hips.

"I don't care."