Imagine being a 24/7 lifestyle sub with ghoap being the doms 🫣 with an eternity collar and everything
I’m foaming at the mouth like a rabid raccoon
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18+ / pre- negotiated everything / ghoap x reader / consensual everything Good girl who waits at the door on her knees for her boys to get home.
prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley
cw: (former) prisoner!simon, civilian!reader, romance & fluff, smut, size kink, sane and consensual, roleplay, rough sex, spanking, bondage & gags, tattoo kink, dom!simon, sub!reader
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it wasn't my initial plan but let's go stalker!gaz again <3
cw: nsfw. stalking. obsessive gaz. perv gaz in denial lol. f!reader. part one | part two
Kyle sees you again. it's totally coincidental, of course.
141 x cook!reader
Part 2/3 - read pt 1 here
Warning: swearing, suggestive, unknowingly eating something they thought was safe (I feel I need to state that), f!reader, mentions of (playful) blackmail
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
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Leave a comment and reblog I'd appreciate it!
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader
Summary: Simon's oblivious and you just go along with it.
“What’s a love language?”
You frown, looking away from the near-finished deck on your laptop screen and to Simon, whose eyes are on the TV straight ahead. “What?”
“Someone mentioned it at work, seemed like a serious topic. No idea what they were on about.”
price, after seeing you with kids, vows to himself that he'll get you pregnant.
"i'm so happy you guys could make it!"
john watches fondly as you smile. it's wide and genuine, the action making your nose scrunch up; your head tilting to the side to mimic the woman's excitement─ and john can hardly take his gaze off of you. your eyes glimmer at the sight of your heavily pregnant best friend and the woman watches with a soft smile as the two of you make your way up their driveway.
your body is tucked away underneath john's arm, the usual warmth of your perfume; a sweet and spicy blend of saffron and sugared vanilla, has him unable to keep his hands off of you and he makes it obvious with the way his thumb rubs back and forth over your bare shoulder. and you're just as guilty as he is, with the way your hand is nestled snuggly in the back pocket of his jeans, the other stationed right atop his hand that rests affectionately on your shoulder.
NSFW | MDNI
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!plus size!reader
Word count: 4.9k
Summary: When you get a call in the middle of the afternoon from your friend begging you to fill an empty spot on a double date your initial instinct is a hard no. After all, no one wants to go on a blind double date and be surprised by the fat friend. It doesn’t help that this Simon guy is stupid fucking hot and obviously doesn’t like you - if his lack of talking is anything to go by.
A/N: Just a fun little oneshot I used as a warmup between working on chapters of future multi chapter projects.
Pairing: Roommate!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Fem!Reader
Summary: The heat in your apartment goes out right before a major snowstorm. With only one space heater to keep you and your roommate warm, you two have to come up with a solution to stay cozy. Despite the sub-zero temperatures outside, the feelings between you and Kyle heat up.
CW: Minors & ageless blogs DNI, 18+ / NSFW content below the cut, fem!reader / female anatomy, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, implied mutual pining, nipple sucking (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, pullout method used. please let me know if i've missed anything!
Word count: 2.8k
Dedicated to my dearest @sher-ni <3
mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.
you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.
"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.
"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.
"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.
"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"
and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.
he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.
suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.
"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."
"Private!" A low booming voice calls out, making the soldier who was unashamedly flirting with you and obviously making you uncomfortable, stop dead in his tracks.
You both turn your heads to the voice only to be met by Ghost himself.
A sigh of relief leaves your mouth and you smile as your husband approaches and puts a hand on the small of your back.
He turns to the soldier, "Bathroom duty for a week." He orders and gestures to him to leave, "Yes, sir!" He salutes with a slightly shaky voice, not daring to question the infamous Ghost and leaves, all the while you try to stifle a laugh.
Simon turns to look at you, "You ok, dove?" He asks, "Yeah, though admittedly, he made me really uncomfortable." You reply, "Well he will pay for that." He says, "I don't doubt it." You respond playfully.
"So what brings you here, my love?" He asks, his smile under the mask evident by the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes as his hand gently caresses your cheek.
"Oh, right... well, you forgot your lunch. Here." You hand him the bag, "Thank you, love. You didn't have to." He says gratefully, "Don't mention it, baby." You reply, getting closer and wrapping your arms around his waist with a playful smile dancing on your lovely lips.
And he gazes at you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky.
You raise your hands to touch the hem of his mask, "May I?" You ask and he nods, not caring if anyone sees. In that moment, it's only you that matters.
You slightly raise the mask to reveal his lips and you waste no time to kiss him so sweetly as you wanted to do all morning, "I missed you, Si." You murmur against his lips. Even though he's been gone for only two hours.
"Missed you too, dove." He responds as he fondly glares into your eyes, pecking your lips once more.
"See you at home, LT." You say with a smirk, "See you, luv." He breathes out as you turn to leave, only to turn back halfway and blow a kiss on your hand then wave him goodbye, leaving him awestruck while he thinks what excuse to use to get home sooner.
a little bar challenge word count: 1.1k characters: simon 'ghost' riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price content: nsfw, fem!reader, tf141 lusting for their teammate, idk there's nothing much
"i'm not going on that!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms at the man in front of you.
Just going to leave this here and then sneak away! K bye! 🎀🩰
John Price is a man who runs on instinct. After years in the forces, he has to be. He's learned that the feeling in his gut is almost never wrong, and learning how to trust it is a skill. Right now though? He's wishing that his stomach would stop roiling. He's so anxious he feels like he might actually be sick. Kyle sits earnestly at his side, hunched over in the plastic hospital chair nursing a long gone flat vending machine Coke.
They've been tuning out your screams for a good three hours now.
Something within John breaks with every guttural cry that sounds from under the doorway. He's heard so many countless screams of agony from faceless people. They've been and gone in his head like a passing storm. Yours, he thinks, will stick for a lifetime.
Realistically, he knows that you're safe. Receiving the best care you possibly can, safe within the walls of the modern private hospital his insurance more than covers. He also can't help but remind himself just how complicated giving birth can be - and you're so delicate to him.
He's not actually sure when Kyle got here, having been running on autopilot since your contractions started yesterday. All the boys love you just as much as you do them, and when he'd messaged their shared group with a simple: > On way to hospital now. they'd been so shit scared.
Each one of them had opted to take up shifts staying beside their captain in the hospital, waiting earnestly for if they were at all needed. Johnny had picked up groceries, claiming that he' d best know what to get for a new mum, seeing as he's the only one besides Price who actually has sisters, and a niece of his own. None of them would ever admit that they also wanted to be the first to see little baby Price, and to check in on his wife who'm they'd grown to love so much, but there'd definitely been attempts on all three sides to work out when the baby would approximately pop, so that they could time their stint accordingly.
"Think she's okay in there?" John croaks, lifting his head from his palms, squinting at the fluorescent hall lights with a tired grunt.
Kyle swallows the sip of Coke in his mouth before responding. "She's a trooper. I think if anyone can handle having a baby, it's your missus."
Hours later, your small hospital room falls silent, and John is immediately up on his feet, back ramrod straight, everything alert. And then, a baby cries. It's a little hiccuping whinge at first, but then his baby seems to find their voice, wailing up a storm.
"You should go. See them." Kyle prompts quietly, noticing his captain's reverie as he just stands there staring at the closed door.
Nurses file out one by one, whilst he makes his way in, a dazed sort of look on his face as he sees the swaddles blanket you hold close to your chest, gurgling softly as tiny fat fists reach out to your nose.
The stillness in the room is like time stops entirely, only finally broken by a soft "Hey." as your husband makes his way quietly to your side.
"Hi." You breathe, a soft smile blossoming on your tired face, scooting along in the hospital bed so he can sit beside you.
The reverence on his face as he looks down towards the face of such a small creature is a look only talked about in fairytales. A look that tells you that your baby is the luckiest child in the world to have a dad like John.
"She's a girl." You laugh softly, noticing the look on John's face, the one that says he's holding his tongue.
"Oh, my baby girl." Tears spring to his cerulean eyes as he brushes a gentle finger down the soft slope of her tiny nose.
For a moment, the two - three - of you sit in total stillness, entirely enraptured by the tiny human you currently keep held so closely to your chest. Until there's a quiet, tentative knock on the door.
"Mrs Price? Can we come in?" Kyle's voice comes softly from the other side, but before you can even finish your "Yes" not just Kyle, but also Simon and Johnny are practically barrelling into the room, barely able to contain their intrigue as they lock eyes with the little blanket wrapped parcel they've been waiting nine months to meet.
The minute you invite them to look at the sleeping face of your daughter, they're practically tripping over themselves to see the much anticipated baby Price.
"Looks jus' like her mam." Johnny observes, whilst Simon just stares, and Kyle busies himself with taking a picture of you, John and your baby girl.
"Bought 'er a present, mrs Price." Simon admits a little sheepishly as he pulls a haphazardly wrapped parcel from his coat pocket. A stuffed ghost teddy only just the size of your fist. "To remind 'er that uncle ghost is always looking out for her."
You're practically crying at the thought behind his gift, carefully side-hugging the lieutenant with the arm that's not holding your daughter.
"We're all here for her. And for you. Always. One for one and that."
john “big stretch” price
simon “make it fit” riley
soap “just the tip” mactavish
kyle “give me one more” garrick
if i may,
alejandro “don’t let me down” vargas
philip “be a good girl and take it” graves
“i’ll tie you up if i have to” könig
keegan “i’m gonna ruin you” russ
phillip be a good girl and take it graves
everyone get out you don't gotta go home but you can't stay here i need my privacy stat
Sexual themes
♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part
౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader
synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.
tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold
It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.
It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).
Summary:
While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
Pairing:
141 x Reader
poly!141 x Reader
The Beginning:
Chapters:
More chapters - COMING SOON!
Click here to see some fanart of "it's a match" chapter 14 "(B)romance)?" by my lovely moot @xxshadowbabexx.
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Yeah so I have horrible carpal tunnel and this....yeah just HEAR ME OUT
!!!DUB CON!!!
The 141 take their training pretty seriously. However, their line of military work is no stranger to service related injuries. Back pain, ankle sprains, muscle cramps - you name it and the 141 has had it. And that is where you come in: the cheap, young, and inexperienced massage therapist charged with taking care of them. You're fresh out of school and still working to get your footing, but you'll be damned if you don't take care of these veterans to the best of your ability.
Though, as life would have it, you take care of a lot more than just the occasional crick in the neck.
