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[chick-hab1t]

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 ⋆˚࿔

You can call me Chick ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Most of my content is about the 141 and Joel Miller, but I may sprinkle some other charcters in there if I feel like it.

main blog: @perfectpetalspunctuate

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MDNI!!! I dont want anyone under the age of 18 interacting with my blog.

Be respectful, if you dont like something I've posted then block me.

[chick-hab1t]

Thinking about curly hair reader and Ghost….👀👀

Really thinking about how much he loves reverse cowgirl. Obviously it feels good but he always ends up mesmerized watching the way your curls bounce up and down. It’s almost like he’s hypnotized, doesn’t even realize that he’s came so much he’s starting to shoot blanks!

extra?: Simon sitting quietly as you do your curly hair routine and taking mental notes on everything (literally staring at you like this 👁️_👁️) he shows his observation skills when he bathes you while your sick or something like that idk

[chick-hab1t]

A missing cherry on top?

Johnny ‘soap’ Mactavish x reader (mdni)

He had been on a mission for a month now. Nights where spent in a cold safe house. Johnny was used to this. but still, the man wanted nothing more than to be in your arms (and between your thighs) again.

Contact between you was limited, but you had a come home date.

In the days leading up to his arrival you made sure to plan things accordingly.

Cleaned up your flat, went grocery shopping so you could cook his favorite meal… also bought yourself a new set of lacy lingerie.

That morning you took an everything shower. Shaving every inch you possibly could. You left the bathroom smelling warm and clean.

7pm.

The front door flew open and slammed close. Johnnys heavy foot steps moved quickly towards the kitchen. He could smell herbs and spices before he had even walked into your shared home.

Your back was facing him as you washed your hands in the sink.

“There’s my sweetheart-“

Johnny wrapped his arms around your waste and held you tightly to his chest. Inhaling the smell of your shampoo he groaned.

“Miss me?” You asked sweetly

He pulled back slightly and turned you around to face him. Your hands reached for his face, gosh he looked tired.

For a second you two stood there looking into each others eyes. Your soft pads of your fingers caressing his face. Johnny leaned into you for a kiss.

A kiss that was fast to turn into a steamy makeout session. Dinner was long forgotten.

Things escalated. Before you knew it Johnny was on his knees pulling off your pants.

“Was cravin’ yer pussy more than anythin’ “

Johnny didn’t look at you as he spoke. Was almost like he was talking to your sensitive parts instead of you.

Her carefully peeled down those new panties. When they hit the floor he stopped. He had this sort of shocked expression on his face that you couldn’t see too well from this angle.

“Is something wrong?”

Johnny didn’t respond.

You could feel your face getting warm, embarrassment was all you were feeling now.

“Where’s your bush.”

His voice was shaking.

“what?”

“Yer bush! I waited a month hoping to see it at its full capacity lass.”

“Oh..I shaved it the morning when i showered..”

Right, Johnny had a BIG thing for you bush. Somehow you had completely forgotten. The feeling of it against his skin was his favorite, you knew that.

He let out a dramatic unserious sigh. Bringing his face close to your warmth he began to work his tongue into you.

Even without any hair there he’d still eat you out no problem. But your bush was like a cherry on top of something already perfect to him.

Chick note: This has been sitting unfinished with cobs webs in my drafts (-‿-") but now it’s seeing the light of day !!!! so that’s something!!! haven’t posted in a hot minute either whoops hi guys

divider: @/pxrce-lain

[chick-hab1t]

Having to share a space with Price means that he leaves his shit all around the house. He’s retired, of course he doesn’t have much of a regard for cleaning up after himself.

After a long day of organizing your home, you decide a nice warm shower is deserved.

Upon opening the shower curtain you realized that you missed a spot.

[chick-hab1t]

old man!Price x younger!reader

He has a strict bed time. 9pm sharp. It wasn’t an issue until he started dating you.

You’re a sweet young thing, so naturally, you go out late at night to party/club on the weekends with your friends.

You never have to worry about driving home or getting a cab. Your 64 year old boyfriend is a phone call away. But you must admit you often feel guilty for having him pick you up and drive you home at 2am.

Price doesn’t mind though.

Getting you home safe will never be something that bothers him, no matter the hour.

[chick-hab1t]

the one about simon's fridge:

over the course of the relationship, his 10 year old fridge slowly gets filled with its intended purpose for the first time; starting with home cooked meals to random groceries reader thinks simon would like, even if its little jelly pops. he thinks they're silly purchases she'd buy for herself until one night he comes back home STARVING because he refuses to eat those vacuum sealed ration packs during missions and he starts eating more and more from his own fridge than he realises.

It takes approximately 2 empty jelly pop packets, an empty carton of milk and an empty container of home cooked curry and rice that reader realises he's actually eating for once.

He, on the other hand, realises that this was something he loved to have permanently. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

UGHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!

Also imagine Simon and reader going to the grocery store, either right as it opens or right before closing time to avoid crowds. Together they get their usual snacks/foods then taking extra time to pick out something new to try together (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[chick-hab1t]

my birthday is soon…may or may not writing something a little sweet for everyone here……

[chick-hab1t]

and what if i said that Soap owns an unforeseen amount of sex toys?????? then what???

I’m not just talking about fleshlights— no i mean he has vibrators and dildos of all kinds.

And what if i just put it out there that for his birthday the 141 guys made custom dildos in the shapes of their cocks for Johnny to use (stay with me now)

AND WHAT IF he on a regular basis sends their 141 group chat videos of him sucking and riding said custom dildos.

It’s a weird adjustment when you join the team, how casual they all are about it. But when you’re finally added to the group chat and you can see these photos and videos…you’re all about it.

[and and and what if you steal one of his many toys, use it on yourself, record it, and send it to all of them….then whattt???👀👀👀👀👀👀]

[succubusvalentine]

Just disgusting Simon Riley.

No, as in he is way too obsessed with your cunt.

He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.

Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonely—and you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.

After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.

The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.

You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.

And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,

"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.

You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

Might change my divider, and way of colouring text. I dunno guys. Anyway hiiiii lol please don't sound me for not posting until now. Can women be sounded? God I hope not.

[chick-hab1t]

ouu shii 👀

[chick-hab1t]

Price face fucking reader who wears glasses??(mdni)

Saliva just kept pooling from your mouth. You couldn’t help it, John was rutting relentlessly into you felt like hours. His hand kept a steady grip on the back of your head to make sure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

God was the view of you perfect for John.

The flushed look on your supple skin. Your brows furrowed as you take his thick length. Teary eyes looking up to him through the glass.

You’re so beautiful like this.

Every now and then John pulls his cock out from your wet mouth to push your glasses back up the bridge of you nose. It’s a sweet moment shared between you two. You don’t get to soak too much into the gesture though, he waste no time getting back to work.

You know when Price is close because he start making his thrust deeper — slower down your throat, causing the lenses to get foggy whenever your face gets pressed against his coarse pubic hair. It pulls sounds out of you that you didn’t know where possible to make before.

The best part of this all for him is when he finally cums. Spilling his hot load all over your face. Your glasses get coated in the sticky strings. Often times Price will go ahead and take pictures of your drenched face (to use for later ofc).

chick note: no idea if any of this made sense…might come back to fix it later but we shall see

dividers: @/uzmacchiato

[chick-hab1t]

on my soul i’m posting something tomorrow…. been recovering from running a marathon (never doing one again lol)

[chick-hab1t]

mdni

It was a typical day on base for you. Filing paper work, eating lunch in the cafeteria with Ghost, and yelling at lower ranking recruits.

Something was off though. You hadn’t seen Gaz or Soap in the last few hours. This realization made you go around asking a few people if they’d seen either man.

You had already been to 3 different areas. No sign of them. This was a waste of time you thought to yourself. Being tucked into you bed following a day of “hard work” sounded amazing.

The base was always quiet at the end of the day. It made it easy to get lost in your thoughts. Until you passed the training building.

“Fuckk Johnny right there”

You stopped dead in your tracks. For a second you thought you were imagining the sound. The doors to the facility were always locked by this hour. Only a few people had the keys, like-

“You like that don’t you Kyle?”

Your legs moved before you could think. The heavy door was cracked open slightly, just enough for you to see inside.

And it was exactly what you expected. The two were inside the empty building on a sparing mat. Soap had Gaz pressed face down ass up. Both with their pants down.

You know you shouldn’t be watching. It’s wrong. But you just can’t take your eyes off it. Whimpers fell from Soaps lips as he harshly slammed in and out of Gaz’s hole. Wet plaps echoed through out the building. There was a visible layer of sweat on each of them. It had you in a trance.

Their sounds ceased, and Soap’s thrusts slowed to a full stop.

“Seems like we have an audience.”

“Ye could join us if yer interested…”

This was going to be a long night.

[prettybird-ie]

dating the 141 means break-ins hardly phase you.

i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.

with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.

youre glad you did.

watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.

"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.

"..ye' love?"

"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving it there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.

sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.

alway do they come back home into your arms.

you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town. you were even willing to bet in the city.

so you continue with scrolling through ao3.

paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 

johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.

"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."

kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.

your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.

hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.

you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.

[chick-hab1t]

I feel like Price is the type of man to make fun of people who vape. He thinks it’s so ridiculous. Putting a colorful usb to your lips…..ew. Cigars are definitely where his money is at.

Johnny on the other hand LOVES that shit. He has a one of those dispos with a screen on it. During meetings he plays Tetris off of it under the table. There’s been times during missions where it rings in his pocket.

“It’s my Granny, I’ll have to call her back later.”

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It becomes a distraction for Ghost and Gaz too. The three of them start sharing it. Just because it irks the Captain. They think Prices distain for the stupid thing is hilarious.

Price ends up confiscating it.

It was really getting in the way of them doing work.

He doesn’t give it back. The guys think that it’s the end of the vape saga.

The flavor of weed and strawberry is phenomenal. Way better than any tobacco Price has had in is life time. He actually starts to collect all sort of dispos, cannabis vapes, vape pens- the list goes on. Keeping a huge stash of them wedged between the cushions of the couch in his office.

Gaz finds out, he caught Price behind the armory playing Minesweeper on his electric blue vape.

The 141 group chat had a field day when Gaz sent a photo of price holding the tiny thing in his hand.

chick note: do you guys like my fan art (say yes..)

[chick-hab1t]

i think i accidentally posted an unfinished draft on here whoops 😓😓😓 if you saw that no you didn’t…

[chick-hab1t]

imagine staying over at Simon’s apartment for the first time and you open his fridge in the middle of the night because you’re kinda hungry..

and this is the bullshit you see.

[chick-hab1t]

Ok so what if newly wed reader and Joel moved into a sweet little house together 👀 (mdni)

The first thing you two set up is the bed. Its frame was newly bought from a fancy furniture store in town. A lot of things where going to be taken care of (wink wink) on this very bed, so it was important to splurge a little on it.

You wasted no time laying on the mattress as soon as it was all pieced together. Your legs dangled off the edge. The linen sheets were smooth beneath you. Joel stood between your legs with his hands on his hips.

“Something wrong Joel?”

He gave you a smirk. Not just a regular smirk- no. It was the smirk he had whenever he had some obnoxious idea floating in his head.

“Should test how sturdy this bed frame really is.”

oh..and test the bed frame you did.

It must’ve been the fourth round now or maybe the fifth? Who knows actually, you lost count a while ago . But the bed was certainly holding up.

Joel had you flat on your stomach laying on the bed. Prone Bone. He was thrusting into you at a hard and fast pace. You were getting lost in the feeling until a loud crack echoed in the empty room. Instantly the mattress slid down.

You and Joel broke the bed frame while fucking on it.

“So when are we going shopping for a new bed frame..?”

“Sweetheart, I think we’re gonna go through a lot of bed frames at this rate.”