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No Time To Cry | John Price x trans!m!reader

Anonymous asked: The second one I had was for john price x pakitani!ftm reader where they are married and reader is a pilot. Reader was about to head out on a search (?) but John wasn't there to kiss him goodbye as he had been to invested in his paper work which made the reader angry. And for the prompt can you use “You're so cute when you're angry”

Hope this isn't confusing

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summary: Price makes you angry in the worst way possible, but at least he tries to make up for it.

tws: swearing

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Ansharah and Yasmin were waiting by the planes for you, waiting for their Flight Lieutenant so that you could finally go out and search for that group of missing soldiers who had been trapped in enemy territory for a couple of days; they were patient, as they knew well that you wouldn't leave without getting your traditional good luck kiss goodbye from your husband.

When you did eventually meet up with the two, they immediately noticed that something was wrong, and as your second in command, Ansharah took it upon herself to pull you aside and ask what was wrong.

"Did someone say something about you being trans?" Her brows furrowed, fists clenching as she tilted her head to the side. "Was it an American?"

You shook your head, your glare softening when you met her dark brown eyes. "No, it's Price."

"John?" She unclenched her fists as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit. "What happened?"

You shrugged, swiping a hand down your face as you scoffed and swallowed thickly. "He's too busy with fucking field reports for his own husband."

Slowly, Ansharah nodded, putting her arm around you and pulling you into her side, rubbing your arm with a soft reassurance. "I see... jaan, I'm here if you want to talk."

"Not really," you huffed. "Let's just... fuck's sake, let's just find this fucking battalion."

"Yes, Sir," she nodded curtly, letting you go as she drifted from you and towards her own plane.

"You alright, Sir?" Yasmin asked as she prepared to get in her plane.

You nodded. "Just dandy."

Your own husband had put his work above you, when he had promised to never do such a thing.

In honesty and truth, you were angry with Price for the first time ever; sure, there had been little arguments here and there, mostly because he was tired and you were tired and neither of you could communicate properly, but they never made you feel angry. Not like you did now, at least.

You were shaking, jaw clenched so tightly you wondered if you would break your own jaw, you were breathing heavily; the love from your girls only went so far in calming you, and although you didn't say it, you were really grateful that they were there.

When Yasmin found the battalion, sending the coordinates to high command, you were a little bit disappointed, as you didn't want to return to base; you knew that you were fine with the Pakistan Air Force, with your own, but you didn't want to face Price. You were far too angry with him for that, and you started to resent Laswell's orders that his task force, his boys, had to take over a section of your air field.

When you landed, you stayed clear of the task force that had infested your air field, and immediately made your way over to your own section of the base; nearly kicking over your desk chair as you forced it back and collapsed in it. Glaring at the picture of you and Price that sat on your desk.

He had promised that he would always be there, would always be the first to greet you and the last to see you off; but apparently paperwork was more important than the man he loved. You scoffed, putting the picture face down and turning away from it; you turned to your computer, loaded up your music, and put on 'No Time To Cry' by Cradle Of Filth. You started to wonder if Tanvir was right.

He always told you not to fall in love with a British man, they would always cause you upset; but it was just one thing, it wasn't as if Price had continually hurt you. No, Price wasn't like others, he was different, he had always been good to you; it was just a little lover's tiff, it wasn't anything to despise him over permanently. Temporarily, though, you could despise him as much as you liked.

But when Price tried to get into your office, he was stopped at the door by Yasmin. He should have considered himself lucky that Ansharah had gone to make a phone call to her wife Salome.

"C'mon, Yas," he grumbled. "Let me see my sodding husband."

Yasmin shook her head, squaring up to the Captain as she folded her arms across her chest. "Not a chance. Do you even realise how much you hurt him?"

Price sighed, nodding slowly as he clenched his jaw. "I know. I was a bloody idiot."

"He ain't gonna let you in," she scoffed. "And neither am I."

"He is my husband," he growled. "He's your Flight Lieutenant."

"He's my friend," she hissed. "Back off, Captain."

"Move," Price huffed. "Please, Yas. Just let me talk to him."

Yasmin scoffed, stepping aside, but when Price went to enter your office, she pushed him against the door, glaring at him. "You so much as make him sigh, and I will kick your ass. (y/n) is my friend, and if you fucking think I'll let you get away with upsetting him, you're fucking dead wrong."

"I get it," he grumbled, although he had to admit, he was glad that your squad were so protective of you. It helped him sleep at night when you had been deployed, knowing that Yasmin and Ansharah had your back and your six under every and any circumstance.

The second he got into your office, you shouted at him.

"You fucking broke your promise!"

Price knew he had it coming, and couldn't blame anyone but himself; he held up his hands, showing you his palms as he slowly started to make his way over to you. "Calm down, Flight Lieutenant Price, I'm here to apologise."

"Fuck you!" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Take your apology and shove it down your throat!"

A smile came to his face as he licked his lips, raising his brows a little. "Let me apologise."

"Go fuck yourself."

"I'm gonna make it up to you."

You did nothing to stop him from walking over to you, and when he planted his hands on the arms of your chair, you only glared at him. "Fuck you."

"You're so cute when you're angry," he whispered, his gaze going to your lips for a moment. "But if I'm not wrong, I'm pretty sure that I owe you a couple of kisses, don't I?"

Price was used to your temper, as although he had never been on the receiving end of it, he had seen you snap and lose it so many times that he knew exactly what to do; leaning down, he gently captured your lips with his, doing his best not to grin when you immediately kissed him back. He had seen you lose your temper a dozen times, and every time, he always knew what to do.

His hands moved to your face, cradling it gently, his thumb rubbing against your skin softly as he hummed; he kept it gentle, kept it sweet and rather soft, doing his best to make up for his earlier mistakes. But then he pulled away, gently tracing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

"That's one."

"You promised," you said quietly. "And you fucking broke it."

"I know, pup," Price whispered. "It won't happen again. I'm never putting work above you again. Captain's honour."

You nodded slowly. "I'm still angry with you."

"I think it's deserved," he agreed. "But, at least let me give you another kiss to make up for the other one I missed?"

Again, you nodded. "Okay."

*I'm sorry," he murmured. "Really."

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Price should be grateful for the raccoon battalion

《Incorrect Quotes mw2》

Y/n: we can't tell you because your not part of the club

Alejandro: What club?

Y/n: The hating Graves club.

Alejandro: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

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Soap: Are you a painting?

Y/n: What-?

Soap: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Gaz: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-

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Y/n: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Y/n : I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Simon : I did?

Y/n: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Simon .

*walking away*

Simon :

Simon : Their gone Soap.

Soap, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

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Simon , working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

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Y/n: You know, , when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Gaz: ...

Gaz: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

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König : May luck (and this picture of Y/n eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

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(Gaz trying to flirt 💀)

Gaz: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Y/n: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

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Gaz: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Y/n: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Gaz: Holy moly-

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Price: So, y/n is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Soap: Why?

Price: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Y/n, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Alright that is all folks thought this would be funny to share if you guys have any requests l will be happy to see them but before you do go to my page and check out the post where it talks about what l can and can't write and other things l will do in the future love you all and have a wonderful day/morning/night :) <3

Girlbossin 💅🏾

It’s a wild evening back on the base in Las Almas, drinks are poured, food is served, and the 141 and Los Vaqueros are getting to know each other better than any gunfight will ever let them. Spades has unfortunately found herself stuck in the middle of a cutthroat poker game with Alejandro, Ghost, and Price. Gaz, Soap, and Rudy had long decided to bow out of the game after each losing a good chunk of their paycheck, but God, the stakes were high now. A bottle of vintage bourbon, three rare cigars, a couple thousand dollars, and a few gemstones Spades had handy.

It's dangerous as the bets keep growing, and even Spades is starting to sweat like Alejandro and Price are as the cards keep moving.

It’s Price who tosses his cards into the pile first, a curse under his breath and Alejandro follows with, “Mierda.”

It’s just Ghost and Spades now, and he’s staring her down cooly.

“Feeling the heat, love?” he asks nonchalantly, and she inhales and exhales.

“I’m feeling something, Simon.” She looks at him. “I wonder if this is the night I finally lose?”

Something in his eyes reveals shock which quickly turns to pride as he shows his cards. A straight flush of diamonds. Five to nine. Everyone groans and Simon chuckles darkly as he collects his winnings.

Spades doesn’t show her cards, merely rises from her seat to cross the table, taking Simon’s bourbon from him; she sips it and gets low on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “I’ll lose some night, but that night is not tonight.” She sets her cards down in front of him and he goes slack. “Eat my flush, babe.”

“No…” he breathes. “There’s no way you managed this.”

Five men are sticking their heads over to see what her hand is and it’s one of the rarest hands you can get. A royal flush, all Aces.

Spades hands the men back their items, save the money and gems, but takes Simon’s bottle of bourbon, and plucks Price’s lit cigar from his mouth, puffing it as she dances away towards a group of men and women barbecuing, as free and as pridefully as she pleases.

141 + Königs Reactions To Reader Asking Them To Lay On Them

Warnings: swearing, mentions of crying

Based on the following request from @gaymistakeboi , I accidentally hit post before I was finished, so the actual request vanished🫠🫣

Request- Hi! Second request that I was gonna ask for! Reader with the 141+Köing where reader has a bad day and gets overstimulated and just looks at their boy and goes "lay on me" and the boys are like "sorry what", reader just looks them in the eys and says "did I fucking stutter? Full weight. On me. Now." I want nothing more in life than just have the crushing weight of a guy a lot bigger than me just crushing me."

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You'd been watching Simon for the better part of an hour as he sat across from you on the other couch. He was hunched over slightly, his face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to finish the Sunday paper's crossword puzzle.

You smiled to yourself, realizing in that moment how much you loved him.

"Si, can you come here?" You asked, your arms stretched out, hands making a grabbing motion toward your husband.

Simon looked up from the paper, a ghost of a smile on his lips, and stood from his spot on the couch opposite of you. He walked over to you and sat down by your feet as he grabbed your hand to place a delicate kiss in your wrist.

"No, not like that." You whined.

Simon's brow quirked as a sly smile fell across his lips. "Like how?"

"Lay on top of me." You asked, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Please?"

"You're serious?" He asked, slightly concerned. "Sweetheart, I'm like three times the size of you."

"Simon fucking Riley just get over here and crush me with your body, damnit."

Simon let out a hearty chuckle as he threw his hands up in mock defeat. "You asked for this, kid."

He pulled away the blanket that was covering you and proceeded to lay himself fully on top of you, his entire body weight pressed firmly into yours.

You sighed in content as you pressed kisses to the exposed flesh of Simon's neck. "You're so handsome, you know that?"

"You tell me this, as my body is crushing yours?" He chuckled softly. He shifted his weight slightly, causing you to groan beneath him.

"It's every person's dream, to be crushed by an amazingly attractive, built military man, is it not?" You giggled, running your hand along his cheek.

"Can't say it's mine, sweetheart. But I wouldn't mind you laying on top of me." He pressed a warm kiss to your temple before flipping the two of you over, so your weight was now on him. "I love you, kid."

"I love you too, Simon."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

To say you couldn't get comfortable in bed tonight was an understatement. You tossed and turned endlessly, unable to get into a position in which you could fall asleep.

Halfway through the night, you rolled over on your side, facing your boyfriend Johnny, who was passed out. You began to tug on his shirt, causing his eyes to blink open slowly.

"Y/N, babe, you alright?" He asked, his voice gruff from sleep.

"Can't sleep." You murmured.

"How can I help?" He sat up slightly, wiping at his face.

You kept wordlessly pulling on Johnny's shirt, hoping he'd get the hint.

"Babe, speak up. I don't know what you want." Johnny chuckled as his eyes raked up and down his figure.

"Lay on me." Your voice barely above a whisper.

"Lay on you?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Did I stutter? Thought my request was pretty clear." You bit, but Johnny could sense the playfulness in your tone.

"Oof, listen to that attitude." He quipped, a devious smile making its way on his face. "Fine, you asked for it."

He sat up, making his way over to you, before plopping his full body weight on top of you. You let out a small squeal as he landed on you, turning your face slightly as the hairs from his mohawk began to tickle at your nose.

It was pleasant at first. The only sounds that filled the rooms were soft breathing and the sound of Johnny's heartbeat. Johnny, being Johnny, then decided to push his weight into you just a bit more causing his weight to be too much for you.

"Okay, wait, wait, you're too heavy now. Get off." You chuckled, shoving at his chest playfully.

"Nah, this is what you wanted brat, you gotta deal with it." He teased, slowly rolling himself around on your form. "Maybe you'll think next time before giving your amazingly awesome boyfriend attitude."

"Johnny!" You choked out a laugh as he finally pulled himself off of you. "You're a jerk!"

"Only doing what you asked of me, babe. Now get your pretty ass over here and cuddle with me."

König-

"Köönnniiigggg." You called out, wiping away the stray tears that fell down your face. The day you had was horrible. It was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right, and all you wanted was to go home and lay in bed.

"Maus? Is everything okay?" He came into the bedroom quickly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he took in your crying state.

"Can you..can you come lay on me?" You asked, your cheeks burning a crimson red. It wasn't something you'd ever asked him before, but you wanted nothing more than to be crushed by your giant lover.

"L-Lay on you? Schatz, I'll crush you. I don't want to hurt you." He stuttered out, slowly making his way to your side of the bed. "What's going on?"

"I've just had a shit day, and I really want you to lay on me." You blinked up at him, as your bottom lip trembled.

König regarded you carefully for a moment, trying to see if you were messing with him. He truly was worried he'd crush you, but he couldn't ever say no to you.

He took off his shoes and hoodie before climbing over top of you in the bed. "If I get too heavy, pat my back and I'll get up, okay Maus?"

You nodded as a victorious smile lined your lips. Your arms and legs securely fastened around his body, as he slowly laid himself down on you. You could tell he was holding back, though, and wasn't putting his full weight on you.

"This is what you wanted?" He asked, chuckling slightly as he heard your giggles from underneath him.

"Yes." You replied, taking the deepest breath you could with your mass of a boyfriend on top of you.

"Am I...hurting you?" He asked, timidly.

"Not at all, Kö. This is nice." You hummed, relishing in the feeling of some of his weight on you. It was clear he still wasn't okay with putting his full weight on you, and a lot of it was shifted to his arms, which hovered around your head.

You absentmindedly drew random figures into your boyfriend's back with your fingers, as you felt the stress of your day begin to wash away.

"Let me hold you, Maus." König said softly, his lips grazing your neck. He felt you nod against his chest, so he sat up slightly and laid on his side before pulling you into his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head wordlessly as your fingers laced with his.

"Okay, well, when you want to talk, I'm here, always."

And when you were ready to talk, he listened.

John Price-

"Sorry it took me so long to finish up. The paperwork took longer than I would've liked." John whispered in your ear as he came up behind you while you were washing your face.

You gave him a smile in the reflection of the mirror, before patting your face dry. "It's alright, love."

"Are you okay?" He asked, as his brows furrowed slightly.

"Just a long day. Nothing a good cuddle with my husband won't cure." You turned to wrap your arms around his waist and stared to pull him backward toward the bed.

As you fell back onto the bed, your grip on your husband's waist tightened, and your legs latched around his lower abdomen, effectively locking him in a tight grasp.

"Baby, what are you doing?" John chuckled, pulling away slightly to smile down at you. "Did you want something?"

"Just stay like this with me. It feels good." You breathed out, your lover's weight fully pinning you into the bed.

"Sweetheart, I'm crushing you."

"It's okay, I like it." You spoke as you nuzzled your face into your husband's chest.

"Anything you want to talk about?" He asked, as his fingers stroked at your face mindlessly.

"Just a long day. Just wanna lay here like this with you." You replied, nuzzling your face into John's hand.

"I can do that."

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It was a few moments later when John spoke up again. "Love? Are you still with me?"

Instead of a verbal response, he heard a soft snore emit from your lips underneath him, causing him to chuckle softly. "You will be the death of me."

He rolled over gently so as not to wake you as he pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle had been gaming nearly all night, and you were desperate for his affection. It wasn't often he had game nights like this, and you were happy he was enjoying himself, but you were unable to prolong your neediness any further.

Once he got to a saving point, you pulled the controller away from him, setting it on the table in front of the couch. He turned to you with a confused expression, the slightest bit of a smirk evident on his lips. "Babe?"

"Lay on me."

Kyle blinked a few times, trying to process your request. "What?"

"I asked you to lay on me." You huffed, pouting out your bottom lip in the way he liked.

Kyle gave a hearty chuckle before grabbing a blanket and throwing it on the floor. He picked you up bridal style, while grabbing a pillow, and moved to lay you on the makeshift bed he created on the floor.

"You're sure?" He asked, his lips upturned in a devious smile.

"Yes."

He moved to lay on top of you, spreading his body weight throughout the length of your body.

You erupted in a fit of giggles as Kyle shifted his weight on you. "Wait, Ky, you're doing it wrong!"

"How on earth am I doing it wrong? You asked me to lay on you!" Kyle couldn't help the laughter that escaped his lips.

"You're supposed to lovingly lay on me!" You gasped out, Kyle's weight becoming too much for you. "This isn't loving!"

Kyle roared with laughter. "How am I supposed to lovingly lay on you, you wanker!"

Giving up on trying to appease your wishes, he took matters into his own hands. He slipped his fingers under your shirt and began to tickle at your sides, causing you to squeal in delight. "My little pet wants attention? I'll give em attention."

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A/N: Thanks for reading!🙂

monster au intros - team 141 feat. Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz!

since it’s Bunny day, imagine if Sweetheart announces the day before, she is going to wear a bunny suit for bunny day to pass out eggs to everyone. Everyone is imagining her in a sexy bunny suit (playboy bunny style) and are excited.

Sweetheart rolls up in a full bunny mascot suit with a bunny head, ready to throw eggs filled with glitter at everyone 😂💀

IM LAUGHLIN SO HARD WTFFF

THE EXPECTATION AND THEN THE REALITY IS KILLING ME OMG

She comes in with a suit and head you'd see at the freaking mall, and it is DEAD SILENT

NOT ONE PEEP OUT OF ANY OF EM FOR THE LONGEST

Gaz: Uhm. Sweetheart? What is... what is this.

Sweetheart, twirling: It's my bunny suit! I told yall this last week!

Soap: This is nooottt the bunny suit we thought of.

Sweetheart, confused: Huh? What other suit are--

Sweetheart:

(She throws an egg that was in her basket and it explodes on Soap's face)

Soap, screaming: WHAT TAE FUCK IS THIS?!?!

Sweetheart: YOU ARE NASTY!! ALL YALL ARE NASTY AS SHIT

(She starts throwing glitter eggs at all of them. Yelling and dodging starts happening)

Sweetheart: THIS IS EASTER SUNDAY NOT WHORE SUNDAY YOU- W H O R E S

Soap: IT GOT IN MY FUCKING EYE SWEET STEAMING JESUS

HORANGI: SWEETHEART STOP THROWING THE EGGS WE'RE SORRY

Sweetheart: FEEL MY EASTER BUNNY WRATH

It was alot of chaos in an hour 💀 after that happened Soap and the others apologized and so did she (she didn't mean it tho) she was truly sorry for getting glitter in Soap's eye tho- that shit hurted 😭😭

Alejandro and Rudy visited, and they were NOT expecting this. Alejandro fell over laughing and Rudy was crying, holding in his laughter. They love the suit that she's wearing tho, they thought it was cute

Graves was straight up laughing and saying what she was wearing was stupid, and Krueger punched him on the shoulder. He was confused on why she was wearing this but supported her anyway.

The day passes and they haven't seen Sweetheart like- anywhere (the other soldiers and rookies were happy that they got chocolates and eggs from a big bunny but they haven't seen her anywhere-- THE GHOST OF EASTER CONFIRMED???11?1?)

The boys walk into the living area and they freeze. Sweetheart is sitting on the couch, legs crossed and arms spread across the top, wearing a tight pink playboy bunny suit.

She's wearing an extremely thin, long sleeve turtleneck under it, yet they can't breathe. The pink lace garter belts strain against her thick, black stocking covered thighs and her pink heeled foot bounces up and down lazily. Roach and Rudy feel like passing out, and they all feel a tingling in their stomachs. Sweetheart smiles. "I still feel bad about what happened earlier, so take this," she points at her costume, "As an apology." She says lowly. The boys get excited, smiling ear to ear and moving towards her, but Ghost and Price know that she's hiding something. "But," She states. Oh fuck, they were right. She pulls out a long belt with small dull spikes on it from under a pillow, the jingling of the buckle makes them all shiver (and a bit turned on)

"I'm still quite pissed about it." She says, snapping the belt loudly to see them all flinch and hitch their breaths. She smiles sinisterly, her canines baring. "So take your punishment and let's play some Easter Games, yeah?"

Happy Easter/Bunny Day yall 💓

Okay okay so I got a question for you so is sweetheart a dom, bottom or a switch???

18+MDNI (please don't read this if you're under 18)

Damn, that's a hard one🤔🤔 i think she's more of a switch and bottom. Depends on the man tbh

Like with Krueger, full on bottom.

Especially when he overstimulates her, tapping her clit with his thick fingers. AND THE HOOD STAYS O N DURING 😠

With Roach she's a dom. Like... a mommy dom (Roach has a mommy kink even though he doesn't talk fite me)

Horangi- they're both switches honestly. Both are so head strong and competitive that they'll go numb afterwards LOL

She's a mommy switch with Ghost and Soap. Idk WHY I just see it

With Price- she's a bottom. Sometimes if she's feeling bold she'll be a top but Price is still in control

A switch with Alex. That's-- that's it LOL

König? Hmm also a switch. I can see her taking charge sometimes

She's another switch with Gaz-- (she goes feral around him anyway)

With Alejandro she would be a bottom. He would take care of so well ugh (PILLOW PRINCESS 100%)

Dom with Rudy. DOM WITH RUDY STFU

Graves-- come on. COME ON YALLL (femdom. A MEAN ONE AT THAT)

With Keegan I could also see her being a bottom but sometimes wants to be a top (he would still be in control all the way) (I feel like he would be mean too)

Lately I have been thinking of like Sweet Yamz playing and the boys are staring at sweets in awe in the background lol.

OH NO NOT🍠🍠 SWEET YAMZ 😭😭😭😭

That's a getting pregnant song babes, you playin with fire 😱😱😈

Omg Sweetheart actually making yams as her guilty pleasure snack and then this song comes on from her phone and the speaker is BOOMIN

Sweetheart: HAH! oh wow, what a coincidence! This is my jam tho

Then she just starts whining down and snapping her fingers in the air. I mean dayum, she can really move her body like a snake.. (MOVE LIKE A SNAKE MO-MOVE LIKE A SNAKE) (sorry 🧍‍♀️)

Her hips are just swaying side to side while she belts out the words aggressively

Sweetheart: CAN I GET TO THE YAMZ- SWEET YAAAHHMMMZZZ SHOW ME THE WAAYYY CAUSE I GOT FFFFUCKIN BILLS TO PAAAYYEEEEE

And sometimes patting her ass to the beat and when the word Yamz comes on she whines her hips down with her hands still on her ass (she's so in her own world omg)

As she belts out the last of the words, she turns around and sees everyone standing there like 😳🧍‍♂️😃🤳

SHE SCREAMS SO HIGH AND JUMPS BACK INTO THE FRIDGE AND FALLS ON THE FLOOR (IM CRYING)

Soap, Gaz, Alex and Horangi BURST out laughing and the others are so concerned and worried she got hurt

König: Süße Torte, a-are you alright?

Sweetheart: HOW LONG

König: huh

Sweetheart, still on the floor: HOW LONG WERE YOU ALL THERE FOR

Ghost, tense as shit: The whole time.

Sweetheart: WHAT

Gaz, still laughing: I GOT THAT ALL ON VIDEO

Horangi: SEND IT TO ME

Sweetheart: DONT YOU DARE

Gaz: I SENT IT TO EVERYONE

Sweetheart, chasing after Gaz: GARRIICCKKKK DELETE THAT SHIT N O W

Gaz, still laughing as he running away: NEVAAAHHHHH

(They all watched the video on their phones when it was night time. All of them watched it for different reasons EHSHEHSH 🤭🤭)

I know damn well gaz is a bottom you can't change my mind 😤

Like dis man makes the beautiful noises when sweetheart fucks him stupid with her fingers or a strap (I know sweetheart got a strap somewhere in her damn room) and he's a babbling mess like crying and moaning loud so sometimes sweetheart gotta use a gag or her fingers so no one hears (but the boys do hear em and they are really jealous and horny) *BANGS TABLE* AND WHEN he rides sweethearts strap this man HHHNNGGG this man will ride sweethearts strap until he collapses.

But sweetheart being sweetheart she does aftercare like running a hot bubble bath for gaz and picks him up and puts his body in and while gaz is in the bath sweetheart is cleaning the sheets and adding fluffly blanket for gaz and when gaz is done sweetheart picks him up and wraps him up in a fluffy towel and dries him up (because I know damn well gaz ain't gonna be walking for a bit)

And let's him wear her clothes that are pretty big on him like AHHHHH cuddles man this man will cling on to sweetheart while she's combing his wet hair HNNGGG and has falls asleep basking in sweethearts warmth.

(Why did I write this much?)

Soap definitely gonna be jelly 🤭

I'm going fuckin insane.

DO YOU WANT ME TO PASS OUT? IS THAT IT??

Good Boy.°

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick × 141!Sweetheart

[Gaz × black!ofc!reader]

Cw.: soft!femdom, overstimulation, dumbification, pegging, cock ring vibrator, handjobs, mommy kink, begging kink (is that a thing? Probably is idk 💀) mentions of scars, horrible attempt at smut, sub!Gaz, Lil bit of edging, praise + degradation, aftercare, cutie cutesy fluff, there's a surprise in here for Sweetheart 🤭 it'll be in pink, jealous ass brats teammates, listening to people getting it on (idk what that's called)

Reader accessories.: Black!fem!reader, she/her pronouns, detailed reader, reader is 6'5, reader is fully clothed fucking Gaz, reader has tattoos and battle scars, reader has long nails, reader has some big ass hands

Word count.: Long. AGAIN. (IDK HOW TO DO A WORD COUNT DAMMIT HELP)

This ain't the best thing 💀💀 but I had to GET THIS OUT IT WAS SITTING TOO LONG IN MY DRAFTS AND THIS ASK IS TOO GOOD AND W O W I RAMBLED ON FOR SO LONG BECAUSE IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT YET GIMME A BREAK OKAY IM TRYING MY BEST 😭 and i made this LATE like 5 am so i was shit tired and just rambled lol also tried out a new layout on how to do headcanons and drabbles... may like it may not idk ANYWAY ENJOY

18+ MDNI

Minors do not interact with this. Thank you BYE.

This man-- HEHEUAHE YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT GAZ

He's such a bottom for Sweetheart. Like in general

He would always be so shy around her; his chin close to his chest, looking up at her with big eyes and hot ears

And Sweetheart would always eat that SHIT UP

She always has a burning, feral feeling inside her when he acts shy around her. Like she either needs to take care of him or fuck him senseless

And when he just gives into her, gulping before whimpering out a quiet "Yes ma'am." When she gives out an aggressive order.

SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP

Sweetheart wants to take him where he stands EVERY 👏TIME 👏

Just jerking him off and seeing him whine and cry- AAAAAAAAA

Sweetheart should NOT think of him that way. That's her teammate. Her friend.

...which she wouldn't mind fucking and breaking his back. And she had enough of this overwhelming feeling everytime she talks to him. She thought he was shy because he was intimidated by her, or maybe because of the height difference (She's five and a half inches taller than him) or that he has a burning feeling inside of him too. Hell maybe it was all three, so she asks him.

It was all three 💀

But his feeling was to be fucked by Sweetheart. Not the other way around.

Sweetheart was in HEAVEEENNNNN

So we're back to the now, and it's been two hours, they're in her room; Gaz naked, bouncing on Sweetheart's pink thick strap, while she's controlling his cute cock ring vibrator. His legs wrapped around her hips, ass slapping against her thighs.

They're both sweaty, sticky, covered in cum and tired. But neither of them can stop. Gaz feels another orgasm building up, and he picks up his speed, wanting to reach it so badly that he cries. His moans get louder, more desperate.

"Fuck! Yes yes yes!" He screamed out, tears flowing out just like the cum spurting on Sweetheart's tummy. She breathes out, hands smoothing his hips. "There we go, Gaz. Good boy. Such a good cock slut for mommy." His thighs and hands shake, mouth spewing broken moans and whines. "More..." He starts to grind on the strap, as deep as it can go inside him. "M-more... please.. I wanna cum again-- wan' cum.. Mommy please!"

His babbles make Sweetheart laugh. "Your legs are probably so tired, baby. You want me to take over now?" He shivers when her pointed nails circle over his sensitive nipples. He leans down to her chest, hips still grinding on the toy and prodding at his prostate. “Yes… yes, please. Wanna be fucked by you. Ruin me, mommy…”

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Sweetheart feels her heartbeat quicken. The fire in her belly was getting hotter, too hot to control. She growls, manhandling Gaz off the toy to turn him around. She sits up, hands cupping his thighs as she raises her hips to slide back in. Gaz let’s out a long whine as he’s finally full again. Sweetheart doesn’t speak. Carnal desire took over her, her hips ramming into his ass as he screams out. Sweetheart rubs his bottom lip with her thumb before she inserts it in his drooling mouth. “You’re being too loud, hun. Don’t want the others to hear how much of a slut you are on my cock. Now suck on it.”

He sucks hard on her thumb, tongue swirling the pad. Her teeth grazing his neck, lips sucking on his sweaty skin. He’s trying to be quiet, but her thrusts are making him forget any sense he had left. Fuck and he’s almost about to cum, whines getting higher and eyes rolling back. Gaz gasps when Sweets slows down. “Nah-uh, not yet.” She coos. “I need you to beg for it, baby. Beg mommy to cum.” AAAAAAAAAAAA

She starts to grind in his g-spot and her other thumb rubbed his urethra. Babes he was seeing stars.

He can’t really speak as her thumb is still in his mouth, but he rambles on anyway, whimpering please over and over with his hoarse voice. (I have a feeling that Garrick’s voice goes up when he’s overstimulated) “Fuck, you’re so cute. Go ahead and cum for me, Gaz.” Once she picked up her pace and jerked him off, OH he saw the gate to heaven, had tea with an angel and got sent back to earth💀

They breathe heavily. He can't feel his legs at all, and he can't form an actual thought. Sweetheart puts her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Breathe deep, Gaz. Breathe... There you go, that's my baby boy." They both sigh and she kisses his temple. "You did such a good job, Gaz. Such a good boy for me."

AND THE AFTER CARE OMFGGG (YK THATS ON POINT)

She would hold him close to her chest, their breathing finally in sync as Gaz calms down from his orgasm. He's still moaning and mewling, feeling the pleasure in his veins. Sweetheart looks down at him and sighs with a smile. "You okay baby?" She asks him.

He's still kinda out of it, but her voice brings him back to reality. "Mhgm... M'good. M'so good, mommy..." She giggles at his drunken words and kisses his neck. "That's good to hear. I'm gonna pull it out, okay?" He nods his head. She grips under his knees and slowly pulls him up, Gaz whimpering at the emptiness of his puckering hole. She pecks his cheek and lays him down. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

He breathes out, feeling sticky and hot. He groans out and puts his hands over his eyes. He can NOT believe that just happened. HE JUST FUCKED HIMSELF NUMB?? AND SWEETHEART FUCKED HIM DUMB?? AND SHE'S GOOD AT IT??? How in the hell can he do this but not TELL HER HOW HE FEELS OMFG

She comes back from the bathroom in a white towel. Gaz chokes, seeing the black intricate designs on her arms, connecting to the ones on her collarbone and traveling to her back. He can see black ink on her ankles and some poking out on her hips. She chuckles, "You've never seen my other tattoos, have you?" He shakes his head slowly, like he's in a trance. "I've only... Seen your womb one..." Sweetheart snorts, walking towards him. "Well, you're about to see a bit more."

She scoops him up in her arms, bridal style. Gaz gasps and instinctively wraps his arms around Sweetheart's neck, now secure and being delivered to the bathroom.

Gaz sees that there's a bubble bath ready for the both of them. She sets him down inside, the warm water helping his aching limbs. He sees her towel fly off, looks up, but her fingers snap, and his head immediately whips to the bubbles. "Good boy." She says. (Gaz's mind:FFFUUUUU--)

She slips in behind him and sighs of relief. Gaz clears his throat. "This is uh... it's a pretty tight fit." His shoulder up and caved with his legs half way bent. "Do you want me to get out?" Sweetheart asks. "No!" She chuckles at his quick answer. She leans in, making him gasp as he can feel her hard nipples on his back. And... something else. Metal? Her arms wrap around him while her head rests on his shoulder. "Good. Don't wanna get out yet." She mumbles.

God-- Gaz feels so small with her. Like a shy little man and a giant Amazonian goddess. He can feel his cheeks get hot. Taking one of her hands in his, he lifts it up, eyeing her sleeve tattoo like a kid in an aquarium. He studies it while she watches him. "Y'like it?" She mumbles in his ear that sends shivers down his spine. He nods, his other hand tracing the patterns. "Where did you get it done?" He asks in a low tone, like they're both in a secret place that they're not supposed to be in.

"Back at home. For my 20th birthday. I got this whole piece done for my 20th, actually." She raises her other arm up to show him, his hands going over the different textured skin. "Did you... get tattoos to cover these scars?" When he asked that question, it's like all the sound in the world stopped. He felt like coal dropped in his stomach when she was silent. He was going to speak, to apologize, but she interlocked her hands with his. "I did. There are many tattoos on my body because I didn't want to see my mistakes anymore. So I covered them up."

He breathes out. Thank God she's not mad. But just to be sure-- "And don't you dare apologize." She smiles on his skin, nibbling his neck. He snickers, feeling her kisses all over.

"Wow." She chortles, "Never noticed how small your hands are to mine." He hums, seeing the difference too. (It shouldn't turn him on but wow there he is turned on)

She opens her hands and so does he. The size difference goes crazy 💀 Sweetheart's hand is an inch bigger than his. She laughs, now leaning back on the tub. "You're so small."

Gaz scoffs, turning to her with a frown. "I am not small! You're just really--"

His eyes fall to her chest. He didn't mean to, it just happened. But he looks at her left breast.

And he sees it.

And he sees it.

"You... you have a nipple piercing."

"Huh?" Sweetheart looks down. "Oh shit, I forgot I had that on. But yeah, I do. Just the one, though. Hurt like a bitch, so I just stopped at this." She explains. Gaz can feel him getting hard again. The sparkly, rose gold heart ring shield around her dark nipple was fucking calling out to him.

He frowns. "But I never... see it." Sweetheart's eyes widen a bit but turns to amusement. "You lookin' at my tits often, Gaz?" She says. Gaz snaps his head up, like he's seen a ghost. She leans in, their lips almost touching. She coos, eyes dangerously low and lips grinning. "Didn't know you were the perverted type."

Someone kill him now. He shakes his head violently. "Oh god no! No no no no I was just--" Now he was stammering, trying to find the right words to say to not sound like a creep. But Sweetheart bellows.

"Chill, baby! I was just messin' with ya." She winks at him, and Gaz just wants to curl up in a ball. "But I remove it when I go out so I can wear a bra. Sometimes, I honestly forget about it. 'Specially when we're on a mission or I'm training. And I don't think piercings are allowed on base... so I dont really wear it alot." Gaz nods. That makes alot of sense. She covers her mouth and looks away, mumbling something under her breath.

"And I also don't want Krueger startin' nothin'..." He frowns. "Huh?" Sweetheart looks at him and waves him off. "Nothin' , nothin'."

She huffs, staring at Gaz for what felt like hours. But he didn't move, as he stared right back. Heart beating quick for her next move.

Her hand moves under her left breast and lifts it with a smug grin. "Wanna take a closer look?"

That triggered another three rounds of milking and nipple sucking 💀 (which Sweetheart is now HEAVILY into)

After all that, they both cleaned themselves, and Sweetheart dried him off (because he couldn't feel his legs AGAIN) she carried him and plopped him on her desk chair. He huffs out a laugh. "I feel like a princess, being carried and pampered like this." BECAUSE YOU ARE BABY

She snorts and rolls her eyes, putting on some clothes and gathering the bed sheets. "Wear whatever I have. There's some men's underwear in the bottom drawer." She explains. Gaz quirks an eyebrow. "Why do you have men's underwear?" She shrugs, hands full with bed sheets and a comforter. "For emergencies." And then walks out to the washing machine.

Gaz chuckles, shaking his head as he opens her drawers. Some with bras, some with her underwear (it's in the second drawer, he remembers) and he found one with shirts. He grabs a cream colored sweater and unfolds it, seeing how big it actually is. "Jesus... I'll surely act like a 'girl after doing the deed' with this on." He contemplates if he wants to wear it. (He does)

He puts on some black men's underwear, which surprisingly fits him (bit tight around his thighs) he throws the sweater on and looks in her floor mirror. The sweater covers his underwear completely, and the sleeves are big and long, covering most of his fingers. The collar is wide, showing off his branded neck with many hickies. Sweetheart's hickies. He purses his lips.

"Yeah, I definitely looked like I've been fucked."

"Because you have been, silly."

He turns to the door and sees Sweetheart with new sheets and comforters. Gaz blinks. "That was fast." Sweetheart hums, closing the door with her hip. "I found new sheets in the storage. I'll clean the other ones tomorrow. Right now, I'm tired as shit." She makes the bed with ease as Gaz stands there, trying not to fall with his shaky legs. (Yall he was WORKED in that bath tub)

She dusts off her hands as her head turns to Gaz. She freezes, eyeing him up and down. Gaz feels like a piece of meat under her hungry eyes. He doesn't mind being eaten by her 🤭🤭

She smirks, plopping down on the bed. "I like my clothes on ya."

He grins, arms wide out to show how big the sweater is on him. "I'm like a smurf compared to you." He jokes. Sweetheart laughs, collecting him with her arms circling his waist and his hands rest on her broad shoulders. "But it makes ya look real cute, Gaz." She says with another smirk. (Jeez, she's on one today-- freaking teasing and bold as shit)

He could feel his cheeks getting hot. "Kyle." He murmurs, sitting on her thigh. He has a tingly feeling when he bends his legs, but nothing he can't handle. She looks at him with confused eyes.

"You took my ability to walk, so I think you could also call me by my actual name." He explains. She smiles at him, making his heart speed up. That smile could stop wars.

"Alright then, Kyle." Once she said that, her eyes sparkled. "Kyle." She hums, kissing his neck. "Kyle... Mister Kyle Garrick!" She covers him in quick kisses, making him giggle and filled with warmth. She laughs and holds him tight when she flops on the clean bed. "Kyle. I love saying your name." She whispers, fingers tracing his face. God DAMN she has his heart. His everything. Just- take him. Take all of him. So he can end this longing.

"And I--" Gaz reaches up to her face, thumb tracing her bottom lip.

Say it.

"I love..." His eyes flicker to hers, dark irises studying each other.

Say it. Fucking say it.

I love you. I love you and I want to be yours.

Say. It.

"Love... what you did... for me today. Thank you." ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

She giggles, pulling him into her more, his head against her chest. "Of course, baby. It was an absolute pleasure... pleasuring you." They both quietly laugh, the warm relaxation molding them together. Her nails rake the nape of his neck, sending shivers down Kyle's spine. He sighs, wrapping his arms around her chest and leg around her waist. "Goodnight, mommy."

Sweetheart croons, hand rubbing his back. "Goodnight, Kyle." She mumbles into his hair as she kisses it.

"My good boy."

Lil Bonus.!

When I tell you... that EVERYONE. WAS P I S S E D. Except for Price, because his room is pretty far, so he can't hear all the way to Sweetheart's room. BUT THE REST OF THEM??? WTF they wanted to strangle Gaz istg

Hearing the bed creak and Gaz's loud, whiny moans thru the walls was PAIN. And hearing Sweetheart's low grunts and praises to him? Torture. Bitch it was torture. And you know DAMN WELL that Soap, Roach, and Horangi jerked off from hearing them. Ghost, König, and Alex were too fucking pissed to do anything, even sleeping wasn't an option. (They still had raging hard ons tho) Roach hearing Gaz call her mommy-- AND SHE LIKED IT-- he came so hard he had to muffle his cry with a pillow. Soap now knowing that Gaz is the one getting fucked?? And is enjoying it??? Nosebleed. He got a nosebleed and had to stop masturbating to clean it up💀 Horangi overstimulated himself. Ear up on the wall so he could hear everything that was going on, and his overworked cock spurting out more cum on the wall. There's a thick puddle of cum on the floor as well because he's not stopping. Alex is just pissed that he's not watching them (he likes to watch fucking cuck) and Ghost is just so damn salty and judging everything that's going on in that room ("his moans are so bitchy. Bitch boy. Fucking bottom ass fucker. Taking it up the ass. I could do way better than him taking it up the ass..... wait--")

König was just... listening. Just laying in his bed, looking up at the ceiling with a throbbing, dribbling cock, and just listening to them. (WEIRDO)

Next morning, Soap and Ghost were such BITCHES OMFG Soap was so pouty and had such attitude, and Ghost was so DRAMATIC (THEY'RE BOTH BRATS YOUR HONOR)

Okay that's it, bye LOL

THANKS FOR READING HAVE A GOOD DAY 🙏 LIKE COMMENT SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE (I just youtube'd yo ass 🤭)

Just a Feeling

Ghost's staring intently at his phone in the passenger seat as Kyle slides in the back with Johnny. Price is flicking on the blinker to pull back into traffic when he mutters. "Gotta swing by the flat 'fore we go t' the pub."

"Everythin' alright?" Price asks as he swings the truck around back towards Simon's place.

Simon grunts. "Missus is actin' weird."

"What'd you mean?" Kyle questions from the back seat and instead of answering Ghost just leans back to show them his screen.

Johnny laughs. "I ken you're not one for socializing LT, but tha's normal conversation."

"Gotta agree with the broom head - at most she doesn't want you staying out late." Kyle shrugs adding his two cents. Ghost just grunts again in response, still staring down at his phone.

Despite their doubts they dutifully trail after him as he unlocks the apartment door.

"The hell ya doin' on the floor?" He immediately bursts out when it opens.

"Oh hey Si - thought you weren't going to be home until later?" He's cupping your elbows and lifting you up to stand as you question him but he hums.

"Ya sat down and couldn't get up again didn't ya?"

"They're getting heavy!" Indignant, you huff as you slide a hand possessively over your rounded belly.

He makes sure you're settled on the couch before they leave.

Boyfriend!Simon coming home to reader cooking dinner, and he doesn't read the room good enough to notice that you are stressed and pissed about your day.

He hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your head, and you are expecting him to say something nice or sweet; and instead he grabs your boob and grind your ass while he says something like: "My good, wifey, only good for making me dinner and taking my good big fat cock."

You turn around slowly, not believing that he said such a fucking stupid thing. You grab his shirt collar pulling him close to your face and say through gritted teeth: "I swear to fucking god, Simon Riley. If you ever say anything so fucking stupid to me again, I'll cut your dick off and feed it to the dogs, am I clear?"

And Simon simply goes:

He was just manifesting the degradation kink

Also, happy valentines ♥️

Just a Feeling

Ghost's staring intently at his phone in the passenger seat as Kyle slides in the back with Johnny. Price is flicking on the blinker to pull back into traffic when he mutters. "Gotta swing by the flat 'fore we go t' the pub."

"Everythin' alright?" Price asks as he swings the truck around back towards Simon's place.

Simon grunts. "Missus is actin' weird."

"What'd you mean?" Kyle questions from the back seat and instead of answering Ghost just leans back to show them his screen.

Johnny laughs. "I ken you're not one for socializing LT, but tha's normal conversation."

"Gotta agree with the broom head - at most she doesn't want you staying out late." Kyle shrugs adding his two cents. Ghost just grunts again in response, still staring down at his phone.

Despite their doubts they dutifully trail after him as he unlocks the apartment door.

"The hell ya doin' on the floor?" He immediately bursts out when it opens.

"Oh hey Si - thought you weren't going to be home until later?" He's cupping your elbows and lifting you up to stand as you question him but he hums.

"Ya sat down and couldn't get up again didn't ya?"

"They're getting heavy!" Indignant, you huff as you slide a hand possessively over your rounded belly.

He makes sure you're settled on the couch before they leave.

can u please do a little blurb of Simon/ghosts reaction to younger!girlfriend!reader! When he takes their virginity and they are so tight he can barely fit. And maybe if ur feeling up to it make reader cum ON JUST THE TIP like he’s literally not even in. Also…….maybe reader’s a squirter…

(afab!fem!reader, minors do NOT interact - 18+)

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPTTTTTT EUUUARGHHHHH. this honestly created a new wrinkle in my brain. thank you. i kiss you on cheek 😗

simon who knows how big he is, s'the first thing he said when you first brought up sex. a gentle warning that he's going to be a lot to handle. but he's sweet on you, lets you bring up when you want to talk about sex. when you want to have it. but just because he lets you lead that topic doesn't mean he hasn't been thinking about it. dreaming about it. craving it.

the way you look up at him with such sweet, innocent eyes has simon's heart aching. you poor thing, don't know what you're in for. but he keeps your mind off of it with the way he continues to kiss up and down your body.

you've totally entrusted yourself to simon. he thinks it's dangerous with the way you've opened yourself up so willingly for him. because although he's a trained soldier who has endured some of the worst. the biggest challenge yet as to be refraining from ravaging you with when he hones in on the damp spot on your panties.

it's the only guard you have against him right now. otherwise stripped bare for his hands to touch and his lips to press into. he starts mapping out your body so it can be prepared to fully claim it as his. wants so badly to be your first and your last. knows he can make it so, because he plans on wrecking you tonight.

"simon, when are you going to-" he cuts off your sweet voice by kissing your breast, nipping at it playfully and smirking when you whine. he pulls back to stroke your hair back and look you in the eyes with a teasing grin.

"going to wha'?" it makes you blush to even think of trying to get out the words properly. it'd already been enough to work up the courage to tell him that you were ready tonight. made you blush even harder by the way he bared his teeth in a feral grin when you said so.

"to... to f-"

"fuck you?" he interjects. "no, no, baby. not going to fuck you silly. not tonight. can't handle that yet, no matter how badly i want this pussy t'be mine." he grins down at you and softly cups your cheek. "i gotta introduce myself to her first, get her used to me and give her a proper welcome."

"her?" you ask timidly and he shuffles again between your thighs so that his boxers press up against your clothed pussy. makes you look at the size of him between your legs, and then at the size of his bulge.

"your pussy, baby. my pussy." he hums and strokes your thighs lovingly. he enjoys that little panicked look in your eyes, because he knows it's not because you want to back out. he can sense you're still okay with this. he just wants to coax you out a little bit, help you gain more confidence in this setting. because it would be further than the truth to say that he isn't so sexually attracted to you right now.

"how are you going to do that, simon?" you ask and hold your legs back for him. oh, so obedient. didn't need to ask. he awards you with a squeeze on your thigh and a pat to the knee.

"can i take these off, princess?" he asks while holding his hands at your hips. they're resting just above your underwear so he's not actually touching them, just barely above the hem of them. when you nod, he gives you a reassuring smile and slowly slips it off of you. he lets out a breath when he sees your pretty pussy underneath him, spread open from the position your legs are in since he's already so wide and you have to accommodate. "such a pretty pussy. can i touch?"

"yes, please." you look at him with hands by your chin, brought up since you weren't sure what to do with yourself. simon can't help but hum at the way you're so good for him, so polite. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers prod at your pussy lips, spreading them out even more.

he takes a gentle finger to slowly feel at your slit. there's enough of a sticky mess down there from all the kissing and licking he did at your neck and nipples. the way he was whispering promises of how good he was going to treat you and your "princess cunt" made you excited to experience what he wanted to give you.

"gonna put a finger in, yeah?" he confirms with you. you nod again and then he gives your hip a squeeze. "need you to use your words, baby. gotta make sure you tell me yes or no."

"please put a finger in me, simon," you beg him. he has no choice but to oblige. and then he's slowly pushing in a digit, his fingers already thicker than what you might expect and the stretch is a lot. your walls squeeze tightly down on the foreign feeling and he gently shushes you with a thumb to rub at your clit.

"i gotcha. need to prep you good if y'wanna take my cock. y'wanna take my cock, baby?" he asks while gently massaging your walls. it feels a little weird at first but the way he circles your clit is too good. you squeeze down on his finger again and he curses in his head. oh, how tight you were. just a wonder of how you'd feel wrapped around him. but he knew patience. he could wait just a little longer.

"i do. i want to feel your cock, simon. please make me cum," you watch him as he kisses your tummy. he tells you that he promises to. tells you that he was sure he was put on this earth to please you, to make you cum so good around him. he adds another finger when he feels that you're ready, and then another after that one. he has you stretched on three fingers with him rubbing little circles on your clit to help ease the pressure from him.

but when you're close, he stops the slow thrusting of his fingers and takes his thumb off. doesn't miss the way your thighs twitch and how you whimper when he pulls his fingers out. "hush, love. you'll get to cum soon enough. don't want you coming from anything but my cock first, though."

with that, he settles with his hips between your thighs again and slowly thrusts his cock against your folds. you feel for the first time just how thick he is, how far he spreads your pussy lips already as he smooths out a path between them. and you watch how far his tip goes up your tummy when he thrusts forward all the way.

"simon," you nervously call out, gripping onto his wrist. he's quick to pause and cups your face again.

"talk to me, love."

the concern in his eyes that lets you know no matter how bad he wants it, that he's willing to drop everything for you tonight if you tell him to stop. it has you making up your mind, trying to squish down the nervous butterflies in your tummy.

"go gentle, okay?"

he smiles, eyes crinkling as he gives you a nod. brings your hand up so he can kiss it and then intertwines his fingers with yours. "always."

he checks to make sure you're still good by playing with your pussy a little more, continuing to rub against you and ensure that your clit is getting the attention it needs. when he asks if it's okay to put it in, you tell him yes. but as he begins to push in, your body locks up and your hand squeezes so tightly on his.

"simon!" you yelp out as your back arches off the bed. he stops immediately, tip barely pushing past your entrance.

"shit, s'fucking tight. thought i stretched you out enough, princess," he says while locking his eyes with the way his cock splits you open at just the barest intrusion. he can see your cream slathering the tip of his dick. "wan' me to stop?"

you take in a deep breath and collect yourself. you're brave enough to try. you want it that badly. "n-no."

"don't think i can keep going without hurting you, baby." he prods his dick at your slit again and thinks of what to do. doesn't think you really want to be fingered again, not when you got this far. he doesn't want to squash your confidence either so he opts for the next best thing. "how 'bout just the tip?"

"just the tip?" you huff out. you look down and see the dripping head of his dick, hiding the full length of his meaty cock at the angle you're looking at. you look back at simon and nod. "okay."

"s'my good girl." he praises you and slowly pushes the tip in again. he bites in a loud groan at the way you squeeze down on him. what a tiny pussy. he feels the head pop in and huffs out a breath, watching to see the way you're reacting. your face is scrunched up in discomfort but you take deep breaths to work through it. deciding to help you, he starts working your clit again. "atta girl. look at you. tip's in this tight fuckin' pussy."

you look down and see that yes, his tip did go into your hole. can feel it too, how it stretches you so widely. you whimper at him when you realize that, unconsciously clenching down around his tip as you focus on the feeling of it. he hisses and grips your hip a little tighter. "move, please, simon?"

and he takes your words as if it were a holy order. allows himself shallow thrusts as he watches his tip pop in and out of your wet pussy. he pants as he watches it and feels the way you squeeze on him so nicely.

"hear tha', sweet girl?" he asks. you focus your ears onto what he might be talking about. and then you moan because you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy every time his cockhead slaps against your slit and stirs your juices around your pussy lips. "mm, s'right. s'all you. pussy so tight, so messy. and it's all mine."

he pinches your clit and it makes your legs squeeze around his hips now. the sensation of him stretching you out with just the tip and how it barely enters you combined with him rolling your clit between his fingers is too much. your eyes roll back and you moan, enjoying the way he plays with your pussy. although it's only the tip, his cock is so long and wide that it feels like it hits you so deep.

every time he pulls the tip back, he can see the messy strings of your juices still connecting him to your pussy. drives him absolutely mad.

"c'mon, baby. feel you clampin' down on me. you gonna cum?" he grunts out as his shallow thrusting becomes faster. you silently praise him for having the self control he does to not go any deeper. but you don't realize that he's become so addicted to just his tip dipping in and out of you. loves the way your pussy engulfs his tip and makes him so slippery.

"mhm," you hum as you look at him with lovesick eyes. "i... i think i'm going to cum." you aren't sure, never having cum around anything before. was it supposed to feel like this? you pant and squeal when he starts abusing your clit, swiping it back and forth. goes between squeezing on it and swiping the underside of your clit with his thumb and using his three fingers to move it back and forth.

and then you're cut off as you gush around him. you cum so much and shut your eyes as he continues to rapidly thrust in and out while you cum. takes a second for you both to realize that your juices has spurted all over your thighs and simon's stomach. he slows himself down as he takes his dick out and starts slapping the head on your clit, making you squirt even more.

you wiggle your hips to try to run from the sensation, but he keeps going and gives himself a couple more shallow thrusts into your pussy before finally pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. you catch your breath as simon slowly pumps his cock.

"i came a lot," you comment as you look at the mess that's slathered over his hips and probably darkening the sheets below you. he hums and looks at you questioningly.

"you ever cum before?" you shake your head no and he has to clear his throat so he can focus on hiding the way his eyes darkened at that. "you didn't just cum, love. you squirted."

your face turns red and you sink back into the pillows behind you. you let out a sheepish, "oh." and simon can't help but chuckle. he shifts his hips and his cock bounces up, letting you know that he's still hard.

"s'alright, love. i liked it a lot. you got another one in you? want to try to make you squirt again like tha'."

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Ghosts & Banshees (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) - Part 1

Author's Note: I welcome you all to my blog. It has been ages since I wrote fanfiction on here but I thought I should get back in it. I used to have a fanfiction blog back in 2016 where I wrote for multiple fandoms but ended up deleting my blog in 2021. I got obsessed with Call of Duty (I never played it but Ghost and König set a wild fire in me) so I thought I'd give it a shot. Naturally, I'm not an expert when it comes to the games or anything related to the military so mainly it's from research I did. Enjoy this piece (might write additional parts in the future if it does well). - Minerva 🐦‍⬛

Summary: An old friend of John Price joins the 141 team, by his recommendation.

Warnings: Mild language, alcohol ingestion, inaccuracies when it comes to military.

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Monday morning. Bright and early, the men of Task Force 141 woke up at the crack of dawn. Their body's internal clock had gotten used to them waking up at 5am but the booze they indulged themselves in the previous night had taken a bit of a roll on the aforementioned "internal clock".

Nonetheless, with their bodies soaked in sleep and taking heavy steps, they made their way down to the base's mess hall, trying to eat away the hangover they manifested the night before. Johnny and Kyle were wiping their foreheads, trying to soothe the aching boom in the heads while walking languidly behind them was Ghost who seemed to be sober than them.

"Liver of steel you got there Johnny." Ghost teased the Scot, his British accent thick in sleep as he watched his friend fighting to keep his breakfast down. Gaz wasn't much help to Johnny either as he also chewed his food slowly. Too weak to reply and with little energy, Johnny shot a cold and annoyed gaze at his friend.

Ghost watched the men in front of him as he washed his breakfast down with a cup of black tea. Nothing soothed his soul like a nice cuppa in the morning (or any time of the day).

Minutes had gone by and they exited the mess hall, laughing about the moments they shared the previous night from Price's arm wrestling to Kyle's poor flirting techniques to Johnny's drunk dancing on tables. Ghost always considered himself as he is. A ghost. Watching from the corner silently, occasionally beating Price's unbeaten streak of arm wrestling to pulling Kyle in a chair after embarrassing himself in front of the ladies to pulling down Johnny off the tables and shoving glasses of water in front of him to sober up, convincing him it's a type of vodka (which Johnny took enthusiastically).

They reached Price's office who jumped off his chair when he watched his men enter, trying to compose himself with a big smile on his face. "Good morning gentlemen." He coughed as he settled with them around the table.

The men adjusted comfortably in their seats, waiting for the meeting to start. "Alright lads, I know last night was tough and thankfully today we don't really have a lot of work to do but we do have a mission coming up in the next few months that would need your undivided attention." He looked over to Johnny who was slowly dosing off in his chair. Ghost, "ever-so-gently", took the initiative to smack his friend in the back of his head, surprising Johnny.

"This should wake you all up." In Price's hand was a manila folder which he planned on the table. "Since this mission is sensitive to say the least, we need a pair of extra hands to help us complete it successfully. Hence why I asked an old friend of mine to assist us in the upcoming mission which she kindly and gladly accepted. She is one of the best snipers and combat fighters I've ever worked with...no offence gents."

"Did he just say 'she'?" Johnny whispered loudly.

"Ah so I do have your attention then Soap!" Price chuckled. "Now you all better keep it in your pants. She is also a medic and I'm sure she'll find a way to castrate you in your sleep if you try something funny. Come in Sergeant Y/N."

And there she was. Standing at 5"4 feet tall in black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that hugged her body nicely. Her soft dark brown hair danced behind her as her brown eyes scanned the room.

"That's not a very nice way to sell me Captain." She chuckled as she made her way over to him. Jaws dropped.

"She has my undivided attention." Johnny whispered to the two men seated next to him. From his cold state, Ghost felt something inside him jolt, like a bullet just fired in his chest. A warm sheet of sweat covered his body, pupils dilated as he watched you and Price hug as he greeted you. No one ever took Price for the "huggy type" person but all formalities flew out the window when he patted her back gently afterwards.

"Welcome Y/N to Task Force 141. We are glad to have you with us. She will also be doing training with the new recruits," Price announced. "Just in case you get bored." He whispered in your ear, chuckling.

Y/N observed the men in front of her when her eyes fell on the only masked man in the room. But before she could introduce herself properly, Johnny bounced from his seat, finding his newly hidden energy.

"I'm Johnny but you can call me Soap." He shook her hand gently and beamed a smile. Kyle was up next.

"I'm Kyle but you can call me "yours"." He said with a small smirk on his face. She swore she felt Price's eyes roll to the back of his head as did the masked man's.

"It's too fuckin' early Gaz." Price scoffed.

"It's Gaz." He said when he received a silent response from the men. A heavy hand landed on Gaz's shoulder and was pulled back. And there he stood at 6"4 feet, dressed in tight fitting black clothes and a balaclava with a painted ghost mask on it with black shadows around his eyes. His fluffy blonde lashes never once fluttered as his eyes were stuck on her, like he's never seen a woman before.

Intrigued by the new member, Ghost approached silently, taking his hand out to introduce himself. Standing tall, towering over her tiny self, he shook her hand.

"Ghost." He said. Short and sweet.

"But you can call him-"

"That's enough Johnny!" Ghost barked.

Once they let go of the handshake, Price stepped in. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a tour of the base as well as showing her her sleeping quarters. Her place wasn't big but it was comfortable enough for at least 2 people to live in. A kitchenette, a bathroom, a double bed and a living room with a comfortable couch, TV and a balcony that led to the outside. All she had to do was spice it up with her taste in decorations.

"If you need any help or have questions, we don't bite we're literally next door." Soap offered as he placed her bags in her apartment followed by Gaz. Ghost stood at the frame of the door leaning as he scanned her apartment.

"Thank you gents. I appreciate the warm welcome." She beamed at them.

"If you want, tonight we're heading for a couple of drinks if you want to join us. It's a good opportunity to get to know you a bit more." Gaz said, hoping she'll say yes, to which she did.

***

That evening Task Force 141 gathered around the bar table, downing a pint of Guinness each, laughing along each other's jokes.

"So bonnie," Soap licked the froth from his lips. "What's your code name?"

Y/N raised her eyebrow. "You didn't read my Manila file? I'm impressed at your restraint Soap."

"I'm more of an upfront guy you know. Like to look people in the eyes when I talk to them. He smirked like.

"Do you want to take a guess?" Her lips landed back on her pint of Guinness as she looked around, her eyes landing on Ghost. He is thankful yet again for his balaclava that hid his blush.

"It's Banshee. Price actually suggested it years ago." She chuckled. Price patted himself on the back for this one. "Ay, you're fuckin lethal Y/N." He said sipping on his drink.

"Why do they call you 'Soap' Johnny?" Y/N asked, spinning the subject to the man next to her.

"Let's say I clean up well." He winked at Y/N. "I'm fast, efficient, accurate." While Soap continued praising his agility and the speed he can clean a room and his urban warfare tactics (as Gaz called it "jerking himself off with his own compliments"), Y/N's eyes get again landed on Ghost. His legs splayed open covered in dark jeans and a shirt that was two sizes smaller than his actual size. The way his muscles were ready to rip the sleeves of his shirt, his dark tattoos littering his arms and if her eyes served right, they landed on his crotch where a small bulge could be seen. Immediately averting her eyes when she noticed Ghost's hot gaze on her.

He must hate me. She thought to herself as she diverted her attention back to the rest of the team.

And nothing short could be said about Ghost couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she threw her head back in sweet laughter or the way she punched Soap's arm when he teased her. Or the way her lips gently closed around the rim of the glass and swallowed her beer.

Ghost knew something was about to change.

Ghost knew he was fucked.

Ghosts and Banshees (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) - Part 2

Author's Note: Thank you for the love shown on the first imagine I posted. I appreciate the support therefore I decided to write a Part 2. Let me know what you think. Minerva 🐦‍⬛

Summary: The new recruits get to have a taste of Y/N and Ghost does as well. She might've left a bit of a bitter taste on one specific recruit but not on Simon's tongue.

Warnings: Language, slight degrading, threatening

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Y/N set down the boxes she brought with her from home filled with decorations. "This apartment needs a makeover." She talked to herself. With her music on, she started dusting and washing the place, occasionally flexing a move to the beat and singing along. Until she settled in, Price was generous to offer her a couple of days off to get to know their routine and to settle in her apartment comfortably. The living room was the first room that introduced the apartment, a couch and two armchairs adorned the area with a balcony to her left.

Walking right was a small kitchen with a dinner table and some chairs. The bedroom and bathroom were situated on either side of the corridor and a small office area where she could work on mission files. She couldn't complain as it was perfect for at least 2 people to live in.

Price was also generous to offer her her own office as a medic since she had the qualifications and nonetheless experience. Gaz, Soap and Ghost were decided to help her out with her luggage and boxes up to her apartment.

"Are ye plannin' on staying a decade?" Soap teased when he saw her unpack her clothes from the luggage and hang them into her wardrobe.

"With this occupation I don't think I'll make it that far." She giggled looking over to the boxes with labels on them. "Gaz, would you be so kind to take that box to the living room please? I don't know why I brought it in the bedroom to be honest." Gaz obliged and exited the room.

In the hassle of unpacking and cracking jokes, Ghost stayed silent until something caught his eye. From the corner of his eye, in the open luggage, he spotted something or more like some things that made his cock twitch. Underwear. Not just anyone's underwear. Lacey black and red underwater, thin strings (poor excuse for an underwear) that to his imagination could barely cover his palm. He swallowed hard as his eyes were glued to her lingerie. From thongs to g strings to lace underwear, Ghost felt his pants tighten and his face flush. Thank God for his balaclava.

"Ye alright Simon? Ye haven't said a word." Soap snapped him from his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm 'right." He said curtly.

"Ah, I didn't know your name was Simon!" Y/N exclaimed. Unbeknownst to her she took the exposed luggage that has Simon's undivided attention and pulled it towards the chest of drawers. "Is he any different from Ghost?" She teased as she folded her clothes in.

Ghost didn't even know how to answer her. Simon was a soft and a gentle man despite his past. Naturally, due to his line of work a tough shell is required and frankly he never sought to be in any relationships due to time (or the lack of it) and the dangers the job carries. He wouldn't fathom to put someone in danger or put them in a mentally challenging state especially if a mission goes south and he ends up on the other end of the gun. He wasn't selfish in that matter.

"Depends." He shrugged, praying she switches the topic. He never liked being the centre of attention although the mask he wore said otherwise. He looked over the apartment in general and took in the smell of fresh linen candles and talc, the blankets laid neatly on the couch and armchairs, the trolley full of books situated near one of the armchairs with fairy lights hanging around the living room.

It looked magical.

It looked like Y/N.

***

On Wednesday morning, Y/N woke bright and early for the new day. It was her first day training recruits. As soon as she opened the food she found Ghost in front of her closing his door as well.

"Ah, so we're neighbors as well." Y/N exclaimed, earning a scoff from Simon.

He hates me. She thought.

Why the fuck did I scoff? It was supposed to be a chuckle. He thought.

"I assume you're heading to the mess hall." Y/N said trying hey best to ignore the awkward moment.

"Yes we are." Gaz came up from behind them, putting his arms out until they tested on each of their shoulders. Together they walked together to the mess hall where they found Price and Soap already stuffing their faces in their breakfast.

"Good morning bonnie!" Soap smiled.

"Good morning lass." Price greeted her as she took a seat next to him, earning her a pat on her back. "Ready for the day? You've got your first class starting at 8am. You'll have Ghost with you just in case they cause you trouble." Ghost who was sitting opposite Y/N watching as she stuffed her face with food, nodding at Price.

She looks cute with her mouth stuffed. What the fuck Simon! Get it together! Simon mentally slapped himself. Lifting his mask above his lips, Y/N watched him sip his tea. His eyes never left her face as he swallowed.

***

While Ghost showed Y/N around, the recruits slowly filed in the training room, eyeing the sole woman amongst them. Some guffawed and some could barely walk from sleep.

"Good morning, I am Sergeant Y/N and I will be your instructor for the next couple of weeks. Lieutenant Ghost will be present today and will naturally be grading you according to your progress. Any questions?" Y/N scanned the boys in front of her.

"Actually I have one." A tall, lean boy walked towards her. "It's actually more of a concern really. How long do you intend on teaching us? Because frankly I don't want to fall back on our training due to...feminine distractions." His friends behind him chuckled and guffawed at his comment. Y/N looked behind her to find Ghost sitting on the box still, staring at Y/N waiting for her reply to the recruit. One could say that although Ghost had his poker face on, he wanted to punch the recruit in the throat for disrespecting her but he let her take the reins on this one.

Sucking her teeth and a breath in she stalked towards the boy, smirking. "What's your name recruit?"

"Thomas Boyd." He replied with a cocky grin on his face.

"Well, Thomas. If you get distracted easily, you shouldn't really be here... especially if you get distracted by a woman because I'm going to be here for a while." You retorted. Simon smiled under his balaclava, chuckling. Thomas, on the other hand, felt his cheeks grow red. Licking his lips, he brushed off the momentary embarrassment and quickly moved close in front of Y/N, face to face, looking down at her. Ghost immediately stood on his feet and flew behind Y/N. She was basically sandwiched between Ghost and Thomas. Feeling the presence behind her, she gently put a hand on Ghost's chest to tell him that she's fine without breaking eye contact with Thomas.

"If you think that a meek little girl like you can handle a group of men like us -" Thomas didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before Y/N actually pushed Ghost back, sending him stumbling, linked her right arm around Thomas's neck in a tight grip, pulled his body weight over her hips and slammed him to the floor. Two crossed knives were resting against Thomas's neck. Out of breath from the shock he felt the cold metal gently pressing against his carotid artery.

"This meek little girl could castrate you on the spot without you even noticing. So I suggest that you shut your mouth and run 20 laps. In fact, add another 5 to that until you learn your place with me. I am not here to be your friend. I am your superior and you will obey me whether you like it or not! If you don't I can show you or even better throw you out the door and trust me you won't find your way back here. So do not underestimate me. And since I'm suddenly feeling generous everyone will do the laps with you." Y/N spat, anger seething through her veins like venom. If looks could kill, Thomas would be a dead man. Her eyes were shooting daggers like icicles at him. Thomas tried to compose himself underneath her from the whiplash. His eyes traveled over to Ghost who was standing tall a few feet away from Y/N.

Lifting herself off Thomas, she looked at the rest of the class who were dumbfounded as she put her knives away. While Thomas laid on the floor in pure silence Ghost marched over to him grabbing him by the hem of his collar and pulling him to his feet with brute force. "You have a big fucking mouth for someone with such a small dick." Ghost whispered in his ear. "If I catch you opening your mouth to her unless it's an apology coming out, I will not only let her castrate you but I will rip you a new arsehole. Understood?" His grip tightened around his shirt. Thomas nodded frantically. Throwing him back on his friends, Ghost looked at the recruits in front of him.

"You heard her! 25 laps around the block! Go!" Ghost shouted. And they all scrambled together and started running for their lives. They had a new person to be scared of. Ghost walked back to Y/N who watched the initiates run.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, looking over at her.

"Yeah," She replied. "Do you think I went overboard?" She asked him, looking up at the behemoth next to her. He chuckled.

"I told him I'd rip him a new one. So no, you didn't go overboard." He replied making her giggle softly. "You handled it well." He looked back down at her standing tall and confident next to him. The height difference would've made any girl envious.

"Come on, let's get some training in while they do their drills." Ghost lead Y/N to the mat a few feet away from them. As he watched dher hips slightly sway all Ghost could think about was that she was a little firecracker and that he was both a bit scared and turned on by it.

Focus Simon, for fuck's sake. Focus.

need.

18+ mdni

Head filled with sitting at Ghost's feet in pretty lingerie and a vibe between your thighs, your hands bound behind your back with ribbon and your mouth stuffed with his cock as he casually plays poker with the rest of the guys as one hand keeps a firm hold on your head. They try to ignore the way Ghost's pet looks and sounds but their cocks are chubbed up in their trousers, leaking precum on their thighs at the sight, and they can't do anything but listen to the slurping sounds and whimpers as you're forced to warm his cock with that pretty mouth of yours.

@writing-jellyfish I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MAUS.

Salivating at the thought of being used for breeding by Ghost

Staying tied up to the bed shibari style as Ghost just abuses your sweet hole. You can do nothing and only lay there and take it. The man is filthy with it too, keeping a vibrating wand tied into the rope on your thigh so it would press against your swollen clit as he pounds into you.

When he's tired, he let's it continue to vibrate. Ghost doesn't let him cum go to waste so he shoves a toy a little bigger than him to keep you plugged. We have to make sure you get pregnant so he has more to grab onto and your tits swell with milk. He drools all over your breasts and fucks himself stupid like a mad man when you eventually do get pregnant and start to show.

I GIGGLED

Captain John Price, big, important, burly man - intimidating, strong, ruthless...

But imagine him sneezing in a briefing and throwing his back out. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Kate all staring at him as he freezes, one hand on the table, hunched over, a pained groan rumbling from his chest.

"Did y' jus' throw your fuckin' back out, sir?" Ghost says.

"Christ, yer missus' not gon be happy 'bout tha', sir." Soap comments.

"Shut your bloody mouth 'n get me a chair."

I can take them both (not in a fight) 🙂

Damn straight 😤

Back from your honeymoon with your husband Simon, one of the first places you visit as newlyweds is a pub down the street where he and his mates usually spend Saturday nights when free.

It is nothing new, a weekly occurrence and in many of those weeks, you were invited. Your phone would usually ping with a voice note from one of the Sergeants drunkenly complaining about your absence.

So you don't understand why you can't rub off the feeling that something is different tonight. You are sitting beside your husband, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb caressing your softness.

Until you realise what's different.

He keeps making you stand up to the bar to order the drinks.

They usually switch every round, every time standing and ordering a different person from the table. But tonight? It has been you, one after the other, again and again. You don't quite understand why and simply shrug it off as boys being boys and wanting to spend time together after being again.

Until you are ordering, and a man you have never met before stands beside you, leaning too much for comfort into your safe zone.

"Are you here alone, baby?" The man slurs his words.

"No, I'm here with my-"

"Your boyfriend? I'm sure your shitty boyfriend wouldn't mind if you went home with me."

He goes silent, the eerie feeling of a presence making you both get quiet. But you know it's him.

"Actually... That's my wife, ya wanker."

And you don't need to turn, to know that your beloved husband has a victorious smile on his face. Happy his little plan worked.

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