she/her • 21 • multifandom i specialize in reader harems blog is currently a wip formally: @katztails o’malley (my cat) is our mascot wattpad: piercethekat
the characters listed are who i write for and which fandom they belong in. (obviously, kat)
a couple of these characters listed will be written for certain readers because some of these characters have canon sexualities, if the work is under a romantic umbrella or something like that.*
* = if this character has is italicized and bolded, the statement above applies to them
CALL OF DUTY
john price, kyle “gaz” garrick, john “soap” mactavish, & simon “ghost” riley
DISPATCH
robert robertson iii, blonde blazer, invisigal, golem, punch up, coupé, malevola, sonar, prism, flambae, waterboy, phenomaman, royd, & chase
THE WALKING DEAD
rick grimes, carl grimes, lori grimes, daryl dixon, carol peletier, michonne hawthorne, glenn rhee, maggie greene, beth greene, tyreese williams, sasha williams, tara chambers, abraham ford, rosita espinosa, eugene porter, gabriel strokes, noah, aaron, enid, paul “jesus” rovia, alden, negan smith, ezekiel sutton, jerry, siddiq, connie, kelly, magna, yumiko okumura, luke abrams, lydia, elijah, michael mercer, maxxine mercer, & juanita “princess” sanchez
YOU’RE ON THE PHONE WITH 141, WHILE KYLE IS BUSY EATING YOU OUT,
ONESHOT, NSFW
pairing: kyle “gaz” garrick x gn!reader, poly!141 x gn!reader
warnings: established poly! relationship, hold the moan troupe for like 1/4 of this, oral (reader receiving), soft 141, phone sèx?, ooc task force 141, shy!reader who is trying to be more confident in the bedroom, sudden ending
summary: after a successful mission finally concludes, kyle and (name) take advantage of their alone time to make up for lost time, but john calls kyle to update him about the mission, interrupting the intimate night. however, kyle makes (name) answer the phone and speak to john, while he's eating them out... and john’s not alone, so kyle takes advantage of it.
once again, i’m bad when it comes to writing smut so it might be cringe💔anyways, here’s a drabble. take this as an apology for lack of wildflowers updates. :P
also i'm down to make multiple versions of this if this version isn't as gn as i thought it was.
Kyle’s phone was going off, echoing in the room, but he was a little busy with something, actually, busy with someone. Celebrating the conclusion of his stressful mission, he thought this was the most appropriate way to do so. He hadn’t had a intimate night with just them, his fellow task force member/lover, (Name), for ages. So, he thought that this was the perfect time to make up for lost time between the two of them.
At this point in the evening, Kyle was knelt down at the foot of the bed, with (Name) sitting at the edge of it, legs wide open. (Name)'s pants were long gone and Kyle had his head between their legs, clearing his head full of stress. The room filled with pleasured moans from (Name), his name being called by them every so often.
"Kyle, s-shit." (Name) panted, arching their back.
The sergeant was gentle when it came to (Name), his tongue pressed against their core, licking and sucking very delicately. He pulled away for a few moments, only to give him a chance to breathe. Kyle started back up almost immediately, this time grabbing both of (Name)'s legs and put them over his shoulders. He kept on going, but kept the pace slow and sweet, but the background noise of his phone made him groan in annoyance. Kyle pulled away from (Name)’s core once more and reached for his phone. The sergeant looked at the screen, it was John, his captain and another lover of his. You couldn’t have called at a better time, sir? He taps on one of (Name)’s thighs with his hand. (Name)’s eyes meet with his.
“Can you answer this for me, love?” Kyle asked, handing his phone to (Name). “It’s John.
They give Kyle a confused look, but then their look turns into a “seriously?” one. (Name) rolled their eyes, but reluctantly nodded. They took the phone from Kyle and answered the call.
“Hello, Captain.” (Name) greeted, the assumption being that the call was going to be about the completion of the mission.
“Sergeant.” John greeted, his tone sounded surprised at hearing (Name)’s voice. “Where’s Garrick?”
Before (Name) could answer, Kyle leaned forwards in between (Name)’s legs once more. His amber (a/n: to me his eyes look amber) eyes met with their (eye color) eyes, looking at them so lovingly, but taunting at the same time. That’s when Kyle tested the waters and started it up once more. (Name) immediately covered their mouth before a noise could come out of it, but a small sound escaped, which John heard.
“(Name)?” John asks in a concerned manner. “Are you and Sergeant Garrick alright?”
“Y-Yeah!” (Name) coughed, trying to keep their cool. “Kyle and I are just…eating dinner.”
You seriously couldn’t have picked a better explanation? (Name) cursed at themself and trying to keep their cool. Kyle let out a couple of muffled laughs due the look of regret on their face.
“I see…well, Kyle said you two finished up the mission a bit earlier than we expected, I just wanted to see what you guys were able to scavenge.” John sounded a bit suspicious.
“Oh, sure!” (Name) laughed, nervously. “We-We were able to-“
Kyle’s tongue hit one of (Name)’s sensitive spots, causing them to quiver, a light gasp comes out of their mouth. On the other line, John called out their name. The sound of Kyle sucking on their insides made it through and a moment of realization reached John. The captain made sure to keep his cool.
"Put Garrick on the phone, (L. Name)." John ordered.
(Name) brought the phone away from their ear and slid the phone down towards Kyle, who was currently busy at the moment. Gently tapping the phone on his head, Kyle looked up and saw (Name) looking down at him.
"John wants to speak with you." (Name) said, softly.
"Well, shit." Kyle laughed, he pulled away from (Name)'s nether regions and took the phone from (Name)'s hand, putting it up to his ear. "Good evening, Captain."
The tone was taunting towards John, who didn't find it funny. Kyle, being a man of business, went back to savoring his lover.
"Garrick, you're fuckin' lucky this is my personal number." John said, struggling to keep his cool.
"I'm sorry, sir. We haven't had a night like this between the two of us in a while." Kyle said, his amber eyes looking up at (Name), so lovingly. Just then, a lightbulb flickered in his head. "One second, sir."
Kyle pulled the phone away from his ear, eyes meeting theirs once more.
"Hey, love. How does having him in your ear while I'm busy with you sound?" Kyle asked. "Only if it's something you want to do."
A firm nod comes from them. "Y-Yeah, let's do it." (Name) said, slightly still overcome with pleasure.
Kyle brought the phone back up to his ear, asking if John had heard what was just proposed. A gruffy "mhm" came from John's mouth. Kyle started to angle himself back to where he was before he was given the phone.
"You ready, love?" Kyle asked, another firm nod. He hands the phone to (Name), they take it and put it up to their ear. Kyle puts their legs on his shoulders and heads to dive in once more.
"Jo-John." (Name) moaned out.
"How does it feel, dove?" John asked, just as loving as Kyle. (Name) could hear John struggling to keep it cool. "Does he do it as good as me?"
"Hey!" Kyle called out. "There's no need for favoritism here!"
"Just pulling your leg, Kyle." John assured. "But, I just wanted to see if that got a reaction out of them, did it?"
A couple of huffs from (Name) answered his question. As Kyle kept it going, John's words of encouragement on the other line made (Name) start to quiver again. Kyle's tongue kept going back and forth, in and out, which only made it harder for (Name) to keep it cool. (Name) eventually let go and let everything out. Kyle felt himself on cloud nine, savoring each and every moment.
They were assured how good they were doing, how much John couldn't wait until them and Kyle got home. John didn't exactly like when they were all separated, gets him a little riled up, but it's not like he was completely alone back home.
"John." A voice called out on the other end, (Name) immediately tenses up, gripping the phone tighter.
Kyle feels their body change and stops his devouring of them. He climbs back up to them, giving them a concerned expression.
"Are you okay, love?" Kyle asks, a nod comes from (Name). "Are you sure?"
"I am, I am." (Name) assured, they started nervously laughing. "Just... didn't exactly expect Simon to come in while we're doing... this."
"Give me back the damn phone, Johnny." John orders.
"Ye were talkin tae thaim like this without us?" Johnny says in a fake hurt tone. "Thon's no like ye, John."
"You say that like you haven't done that before, Johnny." Simon pipes in.
Kyle takes advantage of the taunting/arguing and taps (Name)'s thigh. They look down at him, his eyes read mischief, but they know exactly what he plans on doing. A sly smirk forms on his face as well, confirming their suspicions. (Name)'s heart started pounding in nervousness, but they also wanted to play the game.
"See how long it takes for them to notice.” Kyle said, putting himself back between their legs. "Be as loud as you want to be."
Before they could confirm with Kyle, he starts to go down on them once more. His tongue curls in their core and they start wrap their legs around his head. They struggled to keep their grip on Kyle’s phone as Kyle continued. A few gasps escaped from their lips, (Name) enjoying the feeling of Kyle against their entrance. With the pleasure overcoming them, (Name) decided to let it all out, calling out their names, which caused the three men on the other side of the call pause their bickering.
"Dae it again, stoater." Johnny said, huskily, slightly begging.
"Johnny..." (Name) let out.
"Ye're doin' sae guid." Johnny assured.
(Name) could feel their climax coming, they warned Kyle about it with three taps. Kyle made every second count before it was time for him to stop. The pace of his tongue picked up slightly, making (Name) louder than usual.
"Better let them know. I know Simon likes talking to you when you're about to finish." Kyle murmured.
A nod comes from (Name), they call out to Simon, who is already talking to them.
"God, you sound pretty over the phone." Simon whispered. "You'll be back by tomorrow, right?"
"Y-Yeah, late evening b-by the looks of it." (Name) answers between gasps and moans.
"Good. I don't know about the others, but I couldn't go much longer without you and Kyle." Simon went on, he could hear (Name)'s calls of pleasure begin to raise in volume. "You're getting even closer, right?"
"M-Mhm!"
"Well, then, let yourself go." Simon said. "Kyle's got you."
The feeling was overwhelming, but it was going to happen. Simon's soothing voice continued in (Name)'s ears, assurance and praise.
"Kyle, I-I'm gonna-" (Name) gasps, everything coming to its climax. They start breathing heavily and Kyle pulls away from between their legs. He wipes his mouth and begins to squat down at the
"Good job, love.” Kyle whispers gently, he reaches for his phone, taking it from (Name), and putting it against his ear. “Well, we’ll update you on the mission tomorrow, I think we’re all tired.”
He could hear protests from Johnny and John, neither of them ready for the phone to hang up, but Simon had told them to get let Kyle and (Name) rest for the night. Kyle had hung up and put the phone on the bedside table.
“I’m gonna get my ass handed to me when we get back, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Kyle said, pulling himself off the ground, holding his hand out for (Name) to take. “But, let’s take care of you first.”
“Alrighty.” They smiled, taking it as Kyle led them to the bathroom for a quick bath.
———
sudden ending ik ik 💔HOPED YOU ENJOYED I LOVE MY MAN😋🫡
summary: with the help of soap's encouragement, garrick asks doc to hangout, they accept and the two plan to reunite. however, when garrick informs his task force members of his plans, the already wary price and ghost are even more suspicious about doc's true intentions.
i am so sorry for lack of updates, i've been drowned in so much homework. :skull:
i need some input bc i'm so torn on this😭
how should reader be referred to
doc
(name)
both
Voting ended onApr 16
KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK, TF-141
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄
LONDON, ENGLAND
XX.XX.2023, 07:00
Garrick felt his eyes open after his first night back after being M.I.A. for the last few days. He could hear his phone alarm going off, which he lazily reached for on his nightstand. His hand grabbed it, turning on the screen, and tapping on stop button, he remembered that he was going to text Doc as soon as he woke up
Morning, (Name). I'm glad to hear that you got home safely. I'd love to plan a time to meet up. I know that this is very last minute, but I'm done with work, at around 18:30, would you like to meet at this pub I've heard about? It's called the Mullet, or is that too far for your liking? Let me know when you get the chance, thanks.
The sergeant put his phone back on the nightstand and shuffled back under the covers, trying to get a couple more minutes of shuteye, but that changed when he heard his room’s doorknob jiggle. The sound makes Garrick quietly groan.
“Soap…” He murmured.
The door creaked as it opened, heavy footsteps entered the room, Garrick turned his body towards the door, his gaze met eyes with the culprit interrupting his extra few minutes of sleep. To no surprise, it’s Soap. The Scot was standing behind him with a disappointed look. “Ye bawheid, Ah thought we were gonna hev grub wi’ ye.” Soap sighed, faking a sad look, he had his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. Garrick looked at the other sergeant in a look of sorrow, falling for his joke.
“I’m sorry, mate…” Garrick said apologetically and he sat himself up. “I honestly forgot about that. I guess I just missed my own bed.”
“Aye, jus’ joshin’ ye, Gaz.” Soap starts laughing, pushing himself off the doorframe, taking a few steps towards Garrick, stopping at the foot of the bed, and sitting down. Garrick shuffled his feet, bringing them closer to him, making sure that the Scot wouldn’t be sitting on them. Soap looks to the side of Garrick, who tries to follow his gaze. His eyes were on Garrick’s phone, which made Garrick curious. “Ah know it’s no’ really ma business, but hae’s yer “Doc” doin’?”
The question let Garrick know that Price must’ve said something about them to Soap and Ghost, but he also knew that Soap was on the radio with him for the days when he was with Doc. He has the right to be curious about this. “I haven’t spoken to them since yesterday, but from what I can tell, they’re good. Texted me as I was going to bed that they got home safely and that they’ll text me in the morning, but I was gonna send them a good morning anyway.” Garrick said, grabbing his phone, unlocking it to do just that. After a few moments of Garrick typing on the phone, texting (Name), and once he finished, he turned off his phone and gave his attention to Soap. “So, what’s wrong, mate? You usually wake me up early if something’s come up.”
“Nothin’, Ah wis jus’ checkin’ on ye.” Soap looked over at Garrick. “Ah thought we scared ye off last nicht, well, me mostly.”
“It’s all good, Soap. I was just tired after being on the road all day and I guess I just missed my bed so much that I got a lot more sleep than I usually do.” Garrick assured, leaning towards Soap, putting his hand on Soap’s back and patted his back a couple of times. Soap gave a nod, which Garrick assumed was an agreeing one. “Want to go grab some grub, let me make up for it?”
“Aye!” Soap answered almost immediately, cheering. The Scot jumped off Garrick’s bed and made his way to the door, swinging it open. “Ah’ll head thir an’ save us spots.” Soap said, his voice getting more distant.
“Alright, lemme get dressed, then let’s head down there, aye!” Garrick raises his voice slightly at the disembarking Soap
“Aye!” Soap’s now even more distant voice said once more, yelling back.
Garrick had finished getting ready for the day, changing from his pajamas to a t-shirt and sweatpants with some combat boots. He was jogging and slightly rushing because he didn’t like making Soap wait on him. The sergeant hurried to the mess hall, on his way there he felt his phone vibrate, making him go from a jog to a walk. He pulled his phone from his pocket and as he pulled it up towards his face, the screen lit up. A text message from (Name) had appeared, it slowly turned into a couple.
good morning and thank you, gaz! i’d be down for that, tonight works perfect with me. my parents are going out tonight too, so it’d be nice to not be alone tonight! that pub is like 20 minutes by public transport from my house, so that works perfectly! i’ll meet you there at like 19:30?
Garrick smiled at the agreement, he unlocked his phone and started typing back.
I can come pick you up, if you’re comfortable with that.
are you sure? i don’t wanna waste your gas😭
I insist, but it’s up to you. I know that it might take longer, but I personally don’t mind.
okay! i’ll be ready by then, thanks man!
Of course, see you soon.
Garrick put his phone away and turned his walk back into a jog, hoping that Soap hadn’t been waiting too long. The sergeant finally made it to the mess hall, scanning the room for a distinctive mohawk. Once he found it, Garrick made his way over to Soap, who had already had a tray of food for him.
“Aye, Gaz.” Soap greets him. “Took ye long enouch, so Ah went an’ got ye some grub.”
“Thanks, Soap.” A nod of appreciation comes from Garrick, who sat down next to Soap. He looked down at the tray, containing eggs, bacon, and toast with a cup of water on the side, same thing that Soap has. The eggs caught Garrick’s attention, a reminder of the mornings at the cabin with (Name). He sighed, silently cursing at himself. You’re seeing them tonight, why’re acting like this? Garrick softly shook his head, he grabbed the fork nearby him and dug into his food, which the quality of it was something he didn’t miss. The sergeant kept eating until he noticed Soap staring at him for a little while. “Is something wrong?”
“Nah, well not wi’ me. Ye look like somethin’ wrong wi’ ye…is it thaim?” Soap asked.
“No, it’s not them, well somewhat I guess.” He laughed at himself. “The bloody eggs reminded me of them. They made eggs for me every morning when I was waiting to get picked up. Made ‘em extra fluffy.”
“Go for it.” Soap said, sipping some water. Garrick looked at him with a confused look. “Gaz, hou often dae ye find someone like this? Ah’ve niver seen ye this infatuatit by someone, especially sumone ye jus’ met. Jus’ do it, thae seem lek a good person, which is what ye are. At eh very least, befriend thaim an if thare's somethin more thon ye both want, then gae for it.”
Garrick thought about it for a moment, but thanks to his fellow sergeant’s words, a firm nod came from him. ‘Thanks, Soap.” Garrick’s tone was appreciative.
The Scot nods, taking another sip of his water. “Anytime.” He muffly said due to his cup of water being against his mouth.
The two sergeants kept the conversation alive for a bit longer. Garrick caught up with what he had missed for the last few days of his absence, how Soap, Ghost, and Price had finalized the report to complete the operation, locating an ally-turned-enemy, TF-141’s former commander, Herschel Shepherd, that Price mentioned to Garrick just as the drive home started yesterday.
“Price shoud be repotin’ tae Laswell aboot it soon.” Soap said. “A'd assume we'd be hearin aboot it soon enouch.”
“Well, we’ve been trying to locate Shepherd for months, this is the first good lead we’ve had for a while now.” Garrick adds on. “I’m hoping it sticks.”
Soap gave a nod. The sudden sound of someone sitting near them caught both men’s attention. It was Ghost, he sat down next to Soap. He was already dressed for the day, his black balaclava with the bottom half of the skull on it, his eyeblack around his eyes, he wore black hoodie with military green pants and some black combat boots. He greeted Soap and Garrick with a simple nod.
“Mornin’ Lt.” Soap greets the masked man. “Surprisit tae see ye this early.”
“Just felt like gettin’ up this early, I guess.” Ghost simply said.
“Na judgement, Lt.” Soap assured, though Ghost didn’t really care if he was being judged or not. “Seen Price yet?”
“No, but he was awake when I got up, he always locks his door when he leaves the barracks." Ghost said. “He was meetin’ with Laswell about the new intel Gaz brought back with him.”
“Aye, guid tae hear.” Soap nodded.
“Hear from your friend, Garrick?” Ghost asked Garrick, who was caught off guard by the question, bluntly. The masked man waited for an answer. “Johnny mentioned them last night, so I was just curious.”
“Oh, they’re good. We’ve just been chatting back and forth, just getting to know each other.” Garrick shrugged, finishing up whatever of his breakfast was left on his tray. “But, I plan on goin’ out tonight to meet up with them, buyin’ them a few rounds as thanks, if that’s what they want. so I’m gonna go get my stuff done just so I don’t need to worry about that later.” Garrick picked up his tray and trash, getting up from his seat, and waving the two other men a temporary goodbye. “Talk later, mates.”
As Garrick departs, Ghost turns his attention to Soap. “You encouraged him, didn’t you?” His gruff voice sounded annoyed.
“Ah didnae know he wis plannin on doin it tonicht!” Soap threw up his hands in defence. “Gaz juist needs some encouragin ivery once in a while, Lt. Ah thoucht it wis juist gaun'ae be thaim textin’ an callin back an forth for a while longer!”
Ghost sighed. “You know that Price is already on edge because of how they met.”
“Ah’m sorry, Lt. Y’know Ah can't keep ma mouth shut.”
“I’m well aware of that, Johnny.” Ghost said, slightly annoyed.
JOHN PRICE, TF-141
𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑
LONDON, ENGLAND
XX.XX.2023, 11:00
Kyle was busy doing his daily jobs around the base, not really noticing the Captain coming into the room, the armory, that he was working in. The sudden voice made Kyle jump slightly. “Kyle, you’re goin’ out to meet them?” Price asked, Kyle gave a nod, making Price slightly hesitate about his Sergeant’s decision. “Is it gonna be a fling or anything like that?”
Kyle’s head perked up from his current task to Price. “No, sir…we’ll just be talking and possibly drinking, if so, we’ll be doing it responsibly.” Kyle was caught off guard at the assumption coming from his Captain. “Why do you ask, sir?”
“I just want you to know what you’re doing.” Price says. “You’re a good man, Kyle.”
The Captain walks up from behind Kyle puts a hand on his shoulder, patting it. “Thank you, sir.” Kyle gave a simple nod, still focusing on his task at the moment.
Price had wondered if he said the right words, as Kyle is more talkative to him whenever he checks in on his sergeant. A thought had crossed his mind, he was hopeful that it help clear the air with him and Kyle. Just ask about them and maybe you’ll feel better about this, John. Price cleared his throat before speaking. “So, how far away are they?” He asked.
“About 30 minutes from base, I was planning on picking them up.” Kyle said, concentrating on the job, cleaning a couple of rifles and handguns. “We’re gonna go to The Mullet, that new pub a couple blocks from base.”
“Sounds like a good first meeting…” Price commented, he hesitated on his next question. “Do they have a family that you know of?”
“Yep, two parents and a cat.” Kyle nodded. “Dad served in the military, U.K., and mum is an accountant. Cat’s name is Maxwell.”
The mention of (Name)’s father piqued Price’s interest. “Did they ever mention their father’s name?” Kyle shook his head.
“I was planning on asking them more about their family tonight.” Kyle said, Price nodded at the answer.
“Well, I hope your meeting with them goes well. Just be smart.” Price said, feeling slightly better about Doc.
“I will be, sir.” Kyle said.
“I know you will be, well, I’ll let you get back to it.” Price said, leaving the room.
KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK, TF-141
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐘
LONDON, ENGLAND
XX.XX.2023, 18:55
Garrick had finally finished his tasks for the day and all that was mind was getting to have a drink and getting to have that talk. The walk from the armory to his room wasn’t too long of one, just a few buildings apart. He started his route and made his way but he was stopped by a deep voice calling out his name, one he knew all too well.
“Garrick.” Ghost called out, the sergeant turned around looking at the masked man. “Where are you off to?”
“I’m going out tonight, meeting up with (Name).” Garrick said, walking back to face Ghost. “Just going to a pub about half an hour from here, called The Mullet.”
Ghost looked at him for a few seconds, seemingly choosing his next words carefully. Just like Price. Garrick thought to himself. “I don’t trust them.” The masked man said, very bluntly. Garrick knew where he was coming from, but decided to assure him, somewhat.
“This is what I told the captain, as soon as I feel like they’re going to do something to me, I’ll let all of you guys know. I know that this whole them coming out of nowhere and rescuing me is a bit suspicious, but I’d like to thank them for saving me, that’s just who I am.” Garrick said, attempting to assure Ghost, but it didn’t seem to be working.
“Look, Garrick.” Ghost said, grabbing his shoulder. “I trust you, but I don’t trust them. If meeting with them is what you want to do, then go ahead, but if anything feels wrong, you give us a signal or a call.” His tone was more of a command than anything.
Garrick nodded. “You got it.” The sergeant put his hand on Ghost’s shoulder, opposite of the one that he was gripping.
Ghost gave Garrick’s shoulder a couple of pats before releasing it, the sergeant did the same. “Be smart.” Ghost said, walking away from the sergeant.
“Will do, thanks for the talk, sir.” Garrick said, jogging to his quarters, off to get ready for his much awaited night out.
After the small jog to his quarters, Garrick had finally arrived. He quickly changes from his uniform to some civilian clothes. A simple pair of dark jeans, black tennis shoes, a plain white t-shirt, and a black hoodie over the shirt. The sergeant turned and faced a mirror on the back of his door, he looked at himself for a few moments before snapping his fingers, and telling himself that he looked good. Once he was finished, he pulled out his phone and gave a quick text to (Name).
Hey, (Name). I’m all ready and about to leave. I’ll be on the road in a few minutes.
oh hey! awesome!
i’ll send my address rq.
xxx
Thanks, I’ll see you in 30.
you’re welcome! get here safely.
Yes (sir/ma’am/[i can’t seem to find a label for nb peeps, if there is one that you know of, feel free to comment!])
Garrick switched from texting Doc to a group chat he was in with his fellow task force members. He typed out that was leaving the base to meet with Doc and that he would be back late tonight, but to text him if they needed anything. He sent the text and put his phone in his pocket, finally being able to walk out the door and get a drink with them.
there’s some formatting errors 😭but i just wanted to get this out here. thanks so much for your patience for an update. LOVE YALL SM.
YOU'VE TAKEN CARE OF US, NOW ITS OUR TURN. ONESHOT, NSFW, 3/4
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing: poly!task force 141 x amab!reader
continuation of this oneshot
i’m a afab writing amab for the first time, if anything is wrong please let me know 😭
this is my first time writing something fully nsfw so please cut me some slack if this is bad🪦
for now, i'm using samuel roukin as ghost's face reference, but the description might be WAY off (i plan on making my own ghost headcanon face asp)
warnings: poly relationship, more than likely ooc tf141, reader sees ghost’s face for the first time, virgin reader, shy (when it comes to sex) reader, virginity loss (price takes it), affirmations, soft tf141, a lil hard dom ghost?, body worship, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), 141 rotating positions
word count: 5.7k
All you could feel were four mouths pressed against your skin. Soap was still kissing your inner thighs, Ghost still leaving love marks on the front of your neck, Kyle doing the same, except the back of your neck, and Price kissing your lips. Your heart was beating so fast, but you know that you’re in good hands. The kisses and the marks kept coming, until you felt Gaz stop.
“Hey.” His soft voice whispered in your ear. “Just wondering if you wanna go a bit further, this is entirely up to you.”
Almost immediately you felt yourself nod. “He said yes.” Gaz said, everything stopped.
Ghost brought himself up from your collarbone area, Soap looked up at you from between your legs, and Price put his forehead against yours.
“Are ye sure, stoater?” Soap whispered, you shyly nodded once more. “Use yo’r words.”
“I’m sure.” You said softly. “Just… be gentle.”
All four men said nothing, you assumed they were judging you. You immediately started apologizing. But, Price talked over your unnecessary apologies.
“We were just giving each other a silent understanding.” Price said, he brought his hand to your cheek, creasing it softly. “You tell us if we’re going too fast or too hard. Say “red,” we’ll stop, “yellow,” we take it slow, “green,” we keep it at a steady pace.”
“Okay.” You said, leaning your head into his hand. “Thank you.”
Price gives a nod before pulling his hand away, then eventually himself. The captain slides off the bed, it confuses you, but a voice takes your attention away from it.
“You sure you’re ready?” Ghost asked, you turn your head.
“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never had this much… attention.” You say, laughing with a slight hint of nervousness.
“Well, you’ve taken care of us, now it’s our turn.” (he said the thing!!) Gaz murmured from behind you, your heart pounding even more than ever. His hands suddenly reached for the bottom of your shirt, but he stopped. “Do you have a preference? Shirt on or off?”
“Off.” You whispered. Gaz’s hands gripped the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up, helping you get your arms through the sleeves, and finally over your head. Gaz placed your shirt to the side. You could feel Soap pulling at your underwear, silently asking for your approval for him to remove them. You whisper once more. “They can come off too.”
Soap brought his hands towards the hems of your underwear and gripped them, slowly removing them from your body, he let them fall. Then, he grabbed your legs, gently, placing them on his shoulders. You feel the cold air to your now exposed cock. “Fuck, stoater, let me know when ye’re ready for me...” Soap whispered, he kissed your inner thighs.
“J-Just use your mouth, for now.” You let out, slightly embarrassed.
“Ye got it.” Soap said, bringing his face towards your cock and he dove right in. Your hands clasped over your mouth, a couple of muffled, hitched breaths come out against them. You start to whine out, still muffled by your hands, Soap’s name, music to his ears. “Let it out, stoater.”
Ghost’s hands grip at yours. You felt his skin, he must’ve taken his gloves off, his hands felt cold. Ghost takes his grip on your hands and brings them away from your mouth. “Release yourself.” His tone sounded authoritative, but soft. You nodded and your voice, filled with pleasure, let out. Ghost releases one of your hands, then brings the other to his mouth, kissing it multiple times. “You’re doing great.” He murmured, his kisses dragged back up to your neck.
“Fuck…” You hitched, you leaned your back into Gaz’s chest. Ghost’s mouth never leave your neck, following you. Gaz’s hands wrap around your hips, rubbing them. He continues leaving kisses the back of your neck, whispering in your ear, you whisper his name. “Gaz.”
“How’re you feeling?” Gaz asks between kisses, you feel one of Gaz’s hands sliding down, stopped at your crotch area. “Mind if I help Johnny out?”
“A-Amazing…go ahead.”
You feel his fingers spread apart over your cock, then he gripped you cock, gently, with his hanfd. inserted. The combination of Gaz’s handjob and Johnny’s tongue was perfect for you. Your toes curled up and you arched your back into Gaz.
“You doing okay?” Gaz whispered in your ear, you give a single nod before you let out a few soft moans. “Let it out.”
Suddenly, you feel a familiar hand grabbing yours, Price. “Where… were you?” You asked between moans.
“…I was here, I like watching.” Price said, he crawled back into the bed. This time, less clothes, just his boxers were on. “Mind if I kiss you again?”
You shook your head, you bring a hand to Price’s cheek, dragging his face closer towards you. Your lips meet and immediately Price inserts his tongue in your mouth. His facial hair tickled against your face. Price brought one of his hands to your chest, caressing it.
You felt like you were going to melt with all the hot breaths that hit your skin. Soon enough, all you could hear was yourself. Everything was perfect, but you weren’t even halfway through it.
They rotated positions every so often, the only thing that stayed the same was that all their attention went to you. It was getting to where you started saying “yellow” every once in a while and every one of them listened, some more than others.
Soap made sure to continue with his soft, but firm kisses against your skin. His kisses would turn into markings, which would be very faint, but as long as you knew he was there, it didn’t matter to him. His hands never left your body, caressing every inch of it with his fingers. When he came into contact with your lips, he made sure you felt good, and you did. He would give you affirmations between kisses. How beautiful you looked, how well you were doing for your first time, and complimenting the noises that came out of your mouth. He was so gentle when it came to giving you a handjob, his pace with his hand was slow and steady. The best part to him was hearing the moans of his name that came from your mouth that would be muffled by who was busy kissing you.
Gaz was slightly rougher. Yes, his kisses were soft, just like Soap. His love marks would be visible, but he would kiss them, so they wouldn’t hurt you. His hands would also caress your body, only stopping when his hands came into contact with Soap’s. When it was his turn to kiss your lips, his tongue would move with ease as it made contact with yours, he wouldn’t fight for dominance, just kept it at a pace that you could keep up with. When he was between your legs, he never let a single drop go to waste. You couldn’t really hear him when he was down there, but he would whisper to himself. You could hear him moaning out your name, but it would be muffled because of his mouth being against your crotch.
Ghost was the roughest out of the four, but kept it at a manageable pace for you. You said “yellow” a bunch to him, hoping to make him stay in his place, but that didn’t always work. His marks were the most visible. Ghost would make you squirm the most, the way he did nearly everything differently than the rest. His pacing was fast but you could tell that he was trying to keep it at a constant rate for you. His handjob was at a fast place, making your toes curl at every curl of his fingers against your cock. When his face was between your legs, his grip on them were tight, his tongue, like his fingers, rough. And when it came to kissing you, he kept it at a pace that was impossible for you to keep up with, but you loved every second of it.
Price was in between. Gentle when he needed to be, but rough as well. His love marks were just as visible as Ghost’s, but took his time when he made them. His favorite part was being between your legs, the way he would look up at you when he had your cock in his mouth. He swirled around his tongue slowly, making sure you would feel everything he had. When he was behind you, giving you a handjob, he gave you whispers of encouragement. His pace was slow, your body appreciated that, but when he was done, he brought his fingers to his mouth. He made sure you saw him, he would lick your juices off of them. A shudder came to you.
You were their god and they made sure you knew you had to be worshiped. When they were done, they give you a chance to catch your breath. The affirmations never stopped, they just kept coming.
“Ye did so well, stoater.” Soap said, running his fingers through your hair
“Agreed.” Gaz nodded, giving you pecks across your upper chest, up to your collarbone.
“…this body is so beautiful.” Ghost whispered, his hands rubbing across your knuckles
“I’m so proud of you.” Price also whispered, his arms were wrapped around your lower hips and his head was in your chest.
After a few moments of just staying like that, you asked them if they’d be okay taking turns again, this time, in you. The men all looked at you, their eyes slightly lit up.
“Are you sure?” Price asked. “I don’t want you to overwork yourself just for us.”
“I know I want this.” You assured the captain. “Please.” Your tone was desperate, you slightly cursed at yourself for that.
Almost immediately, three of them were quick to discard any piece of fabric that they still had on, except for their underwear. Price was already in his boxers.
They rearranged themselves, put pillows where they had all sat when your back was against their chests, and then you laid down, your head against the pillows. You laid there for a few moments, just giving them a chance to look at you, to admire you. When they were done, you have them the go ahead.
“Green…” You said.
To no surprise, Price was the first one. His boxers were long gone, giving you a peak at his cock. Your eyes widened, bro was huge. You see him crawling towards you, like a predator chasing his prey. “I’ll be gentle.” He assured, putting his forehead against yours. He grabbed his cock and put it against your hole’s entrance. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered, looking at you with the most gentle gaze ever.
After a few seconds of preparing yourself. “Green.” You let out.
You feel it being inserted in your hole. You immediately clasp your hand against your mouth in shock, you cry out his name, muffled against your hand.
“John.” You said, his first name slipped out of your mouth. He didn’t mind, in fact, he loved it. You remove your hands so you could let out your pants. “P-Please, don’t move yet...”
“I got you.” Price assured, letting you get used to his member. He cupped your cheek, his hand warmed your face up. “Tell me when you’re ready. And when you are, I’ll lead at your pace.”
“Okay…” You said. After a few moments, you gave him a “green.” “Go slow.”
Price understood and he started moving, his pace was slow and steady, perfect for you. He took his time with thrust, so you could savor each and every one of them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, then your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. Your head goes into his neck, he feels your breath against his collarbone. You clamp your teeth into his skin, an attempt to hold back your various cries of pleasure. Price wheezes at the pain, but he doesn’t seem to mind it after a while. A mark left by you was perfectly fine with him.
“You’re doing perfect.” Price whispered, in your ear. “God, you’re so pretty underneath me.”
He continued for a while, the pace never quickened or slowed. You felt like you were on cloud nine the whole time Price was inside your hole. You soon realized that you were almost done with Price.
“J-John, I’m gonna-“ You say, you feel it coming, finally, it released from you. Not only did you feel yours, but you felt Price’s.
Price stopped when both of you came, but his cock stayed in you. He put his forehead against yours, both of his hands were cupping your cheeks. “How was that, love?” He asked, pecking kisses on your cheeks. You give him assuring nods and whisper “thank you” to him.
“I’m gonna pull out, okay?” Price whispered, you give a nod. His hand reaches down to your hole’s entrance, then pulls his cock out. A twitch came over your body as he did so. Your hole felt cold, but you waited painfully for the next person’s turn. “You need anything?”
You nod your head. “Can you clean me up?” You asked, Price immediately grabbed a cloth. He brought it to your hole and started rubbing, it felt gentle to you. It took him a little while, but Price cleaned up the mess. “Thank you, John.” You look at him with a thankful smile.
Price gave your forehead a peck before climbing off the bed. “Anytime, love.” When he gets off the bed, he walks over towards the other three men. But, you stop him before he leaves completely.
“John.” You call out his name again, his bead turns to you. “Thank you, for being patient with me.”
“Anytime, love…” Price said, after giving you a small nod, he started to head back towards the other men. You heard him say a couple words to them. Price tells them not to overwhelm you too much. The trio of men nodded in understanding, they give you a few moments to catch your breath before you’re filled up once again. You feel a warm hand wrap around yours, your eyes meet with a soft brown gaze.
“Gaz.” You whisper.
“Hey, sweet boy.” He said, bringing his other hand to your cheek. Gaz climbs on the bed, his face closing in on yours. “How are you feeling?”
“Cold…” You say.
“Good thing I know how to change that.” He said, giving you a teasing smile. You roll your eyes at him, but you laugh at him. He removes his hands from your face and brings them to his boxers and he pulls them down. You see his member, like Price, he’s big. “I’d like to try something.”
You give him a curious look.
“I’ll show you, but if you’d like to keep it simple, we can keep you like this.” Gaz assured, you shook your head. “You sure?”
“Yeah, let’s try it…” You gave an affirming nod. Gaz’s eyes lit up.
“Okay.” He said with a smile, he sits up, crossing his legs, but a whole bunch of room for you to see his member. He instructs you to climb into his lap and put your legs between his body and then wrap them. Your arms around him, specifically his neck. Gaz does the same, but he only has one hand around you, the other is around his cock. “Alright, just tell me when.”
“Green, just d-don’t move...”
You feel that feeling again against your hole, letting out a couple curses. Your grip on Gaz tightened as you both adjusted yourselves. He didn’t move like you asked, he just looked at you with the most loving gaze you’d ever seen.
“I’m gonna go slow.” Gaz said, removing his hand from his member to your cheek. You looked at him, nodding. “I’m gonna grab your ass with my hands, then we’re both going to thrust into each other.”
You nodded at the instructions. Gaz brings down his hands towards your ass and you tighten your arms that are around Gaz’s neck still in preparation. You give Gaz the go ahead and almost immediately, he starts. You feel his body thrusting into yours, which makes you do the same. The pace was just like Price’s, slow and steady. You felt yourself slowly bouncing on his cock, then using your grip on him to pull yourself closer to him. Gaz did the same, just his grip was on your ass. You were more vocal this time, cries of pleasure came from your mouth.
“K-Kyle, can you go a little deeper? If you can.”
The sudden first name from you caught him off guard, but Gaz had your full attention at your request. A nod comes from him and the thrusts become more intense, but you felt good. He called out your name a couple times, praising you for everything you did. Just as you feel like it had just started, you feel like you’re about to cum again.
“Yellow—!” You scream out, you feel yourself being released once more. Gaz’s thrusts slow down to a lower pace. You keep on thrusting as well for a few more moments, but not for much longer. You feel yourself climaxing. “Red…”
Gaz immediately stops, he plops down on his back, with his arms still around you, you go down with him. His member is still inside you and when you land on top of him, you feel it. Gaz comes to a climax as well and it comes out slowly. “Shit…” Gaz curses. You find yourself bringing his face closer to yours and you start pecking all over his face.
“Thank you.” You said, Gaz gives you a smile.
“‘Course…” Gaz says, he reaches for his cock and grasps it with his hand. “Can I pull it out?”
You give a nervous nod, Gaz notices this and gives you kisses on your neck as he readies you. It happens and you let out a couple of gasps. Gaz still has his arms wrapped around you, flipping you over on your back. He unwraps himself from you, you do the same.
“You did so good, sweet boy.” Gaz said, taking your hand and gently kissing it. “Wanna be cleaned up?”
“Y-Yeah.” You nod, slightly overstimulated. .
Price hands Gaz a clean rag, the second one of the night. You feel it against your hole, cleaning up the mess around it. They didn’t want to overwhelm your body so quickly. Once it’s all cleaned up, you feel Gaz pulling away, getting off the bed, not completely. Before sliding off, he gives you one last kiss.
“Thank you for letting me do that.” Gaz said.
“Thank you for taking care of me…” You say back.
“Of course.” Gaz said.
The second Gaz left you, you feel someone’s warm hand cupping your cheek. The hand’s temperature lets you immediately know who it was. “Soap.” You call out to the Scot. His eyes light up when his name comes out of your mouth.
“Hey, stoater.” Soap said, he brings his face closer, another forehead against yours. “Holdin’ up okay?”
“For the most part.” You laugh softly.
“Do we need to—?” Soap started, but you interrupted him.
“No, I’m okay.” You assured him.
“Okay, but if ye are, ye let me know.” He looked at you sternly, you gave a nod. “Ye have a preference? Top or bottom?”
“Bottom.” You answer, eyes looking at him.
“Alright.” Soap nodded. He started removing his boxers, exposing himself to you.
You feel yourself embracing what’s about to come, part of you didn’t know how much more you could take and another part was surprised at the way things had turned out for the five of you. Soap noticed your mixture of emotions in your face, him cupping your face brought you back from your thoughts.
“What’s goin’ on in that head, stoater?” Soap asked.
“I’m still in shock about this whole thing.” You answered, the Scot felt a bit conflicted by the words coming from you, were you having trouble with the sudden outcome? But, when you specified your answer, Soap felt more assured. “I didn’t know you could love this many people…”
Soap smiled at you and gave a couple of pecks all over your face. “Well, ye can and so can we.” He assured you this time, continuing pecking you.
“Thank you.” You whispered, though the thanks was directed towards all four of them. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Yo’re not making me wait, stoater.” Soap said, still cupping your cheek. “We do this at yo’r pace.”
“Johnny.” You say his first name, him assuring you made you feel better about everything. “I don’t deserve you.”
“What?”
“I don’t deserve you.” You repeated.
“Let me prove you wrong…” Soap said, part seductively, part seriously.
The Scot comes closer to you, he puts you between his legs, your legs over his shoulders. His hand gripped his cock, holding it near the entrance of your hole, waiting for your answer. “I’m ready when ye are.”
“One second…” You begin to adjust yourself, getting yourself at a comfortable position. After a few seconds of mental preparation, you give Soap the nod of approval. “P-Put it in, please.”
The next thing you know, you feel Soap’s cock insert in your hole. A groan comes out of your mouth, same as Soap. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Wan’ me to start movin’?” Soap asks gently. You breathe in a few times before nodding your head. The Scot starts moving.
You feel the thrusts start, you start moving as well. “Am I doing this right?” You asked between breaths.
You give him a quiet “thanks,” still trying to concentrate on what’s going on right now. You feel like you’re about to burst. Soap makes sure each thrust is deep, but it doesn’t hurt you. At this very moment, all he cares about is your pleasure.
You feel the Scot’s head lower down a bit, his stubble tickles your upper chest. Soap’s mouth grasped your skin, he started sucking. He did this all while thrusting into you.
Soap’s mouth never left your upper chest and collarbones, his tongue guided across each of them. You gave into the feeling and let the moans, which to your dismay made Soap get even more bold. When you tried to cover them up, Soap only brought his hand to your wrist and held them down. His fingers creased across your skin until they met with your fingers, interlocking them.
“Don’t hide your voice.” The Scot said, the smuggest ass grin appeared on his face.
“Fucking tease.” You cursed at Soap, whose grin only widened.
Soap went back to leaving marks on your upper chest, adding on from Price and Gaz. At this point, you couldn't tell which of the marks were whose. Soap’s thrusts were slowly growing faster and you could tell that you were about to climax soon.
“Johnny.” You say, he stops leaving his marks and looks at you with his full attention. “Go faster, just a little bit.”
“Alright.” He nodded, the Scot picked up the pace. He angled himself, putting his hands on either side of your head. You feel your nails clawing against Soap’s back, which he winced at. “Ye gettin’ there?”
“J-Just about.” You answer between breaths. You both let out moans and groans, Soap leans down into you, your mouths meets and he inserts his tongue into your mouth. You feel like you’re about to explode, and eventually you do. “Red…!”
You calling the color makes him stop. Disconnecting his lips from yours, he looks at you with loving eyes. You heavily breathe in and out, your hand weakly moving towards his cheeks. “Are you okay?” Soap asked, his hand wraps around your arm, which was holding his cheek, supporting it from falling.
“Never better.” You nodded.
“Ye were amazing, stoater.” Soap said.
“Thank you, I’m sorry, though.” You apologized. “I didn’t last as long as I thought I would.”
“Well, don’t be…I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now and I’m glad it happened the way it did.” Soap assured you.
“Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
Soap gives you a forehead kiss. “Ye ready for me to pull out?” He asked, a nod came from you.
The Scot puts his hand around his cock, he gently pulls it out of your hole. The feeling is slightly overwhelming for you. You feel your climax around your crotch area. Before you knew it, Soap had a washcloth in his hand. He put the washcloth against your cock, cleaning away the climax.
“There ye go.” Soap said, finishing up cleaning. You heard someone else’s footsteps coming closer to you. You knew exactly who it was. “I think someone’s eager.”
“You seem like you have enough for another round, Johnny.” You heard Ghost’s voice threaten. Soap went quiet after that, he mumbled a quiet “I love ye” to you, which you returned, before he hurried away. Ghost’s eyes met with yours, a wave of nervousness came over you, he noticed it. “Will I overwhelm you?”
“No.” You shake your head. “I’ll be okay, just go at a pace I can keep up with.”
Ghost nodded, he climbed on the bed, putting his legs between your body. He reached for your legs, spreading them, his legs dragged as well as he opened your legs to see your enterance. Like all the other men, Ghost’s cock was waiting at your entrance, waiting for your call. Then, Ghost’s hands go for his mask, you assumed he would only have it up to the top of his nose, but he took it completely off, surprising you.
You feel familiar tired brown eyes eyeing you down, something that you’ve seen before, but the rest of his face was new to you. Ghost had brown hair, swooping to the right side of his face. He had a prominent nose with a straight bridge and a long chin, and a defined Cupid’s bow mouth. Ghost’s face was covered by scars in all sorts of ways. You kept looking at his face, taking it all in.
“Is this what you expected?” Ghost asked.
“No, not really. I did expect more eyebags.” You teased, Ghost rolled his eyes and did a fake laugh. You went back to staring at his face for a few moments longer. “I love it.”
Ghost gave a simple nod, but you knew that he meant it as a “thank you.” Ghost began bringing his face close to yours, he stopped when he got closer, silently asking for your permission. A nod comes from you, and he brings you in.
It starts off slow, Ghost’s tongue enters your mouth and you feel like he’s trying to keep it at a pace that you can keep up with, but he struggles to do so. You can tell, Ghost’s kisses become more desperate than you expected.
“Ghost-“ You start to say, but Ghost’s lips leave yours.
“Call me Simon.” His tone was stern, but a small bit of desperation had let out. “I’ve waited long enough to hear you say my actual name.”
The sudden change of tone caught you off guard, but you nod at him. “How long?” You curiously asked and raised an eyebrow.
Ghost realized his desperation, he cursed at himself quietly. “I apologize, I just—“ He begins, but you stop him this time.
“Simon, it’s okay.” You cup his cheek. “I’m glad you’re not bottling up your feelings…I won’t lie when I say I’ve been desperate for this for a while now.”
Ghost’s eyes were locked on yours. “Is it okay if I show you?” An affirmative nod comes from you. “Tell me when to stop…”
His mouth connects with yours again, immediately inserting his tongue in your mouth. You feel chills when he does that. His tongue’s movement suddenly becomes faster, easily beating yours in a dance of dominance. (LMAO IS THIS A CRINGY THING TO SAY??) His hand grabs the back of your head, lifting your head up a bit, his other one holding your waist in place.
You take your hands and wrap them around Ghost’s neck, pulling him closer as well. You and Ghost keep adjusting your heads to keep the connection. After a few moments, Ghost pulls away, putting his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting…” Ghost apologizes. “Can we start?”
“It’s all good.” You assure, then you give Ghost a nod of approval “Yeah, we can.”
“Okay…” Ghost said, he started grabbing for his cock, readying for another approval from you for him to push in. He could tell you were preparing yourself for the last round. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” You say after a few moments. You feel Ghost pushing himself into your hole, your arms wrap around him, and your hands grip tightly to his back. You curse softly at the feeling of Ghost in you. “Fuck, Simon.”
“I’m gonna start moving, that okay?” He whispered, you gave him a nod, and Ghost started thrusting into you. You move your hands from his back and wrap them around his neck, you start thrusting too. Ghost brings his arms around your hips, gripping them to keep them in place. “Shit…”
You could feel the pace slightly speed up, your heart was racing. You felt a wave of adrenaline coming over you, you moved your legs around, wrapping them around Ghost’s waist. Knowing that this was the last round before you felt like you were going to give in, you wanted to make the most of it.
Ghost let go of your hips, sliding one of his hands to your waist, the other moves up to your face. He cupped your cheek and you felt him looking at you once more. After having a loving staring competition with you for a few moments, Ghost closed in on your lips once more, started kissing you again, and to no surprise, he inserted his tongue. You let out a few muffled moans here and there whenever his tongue hit the right spot. Ghost pulled away and lowered his face into your neck and collarbone area, to his dismay, everything was covered by Price, Gaz, and Soap’s marks, leaving him no room.
“Seems like I didn’t pay attention to that part.” Ghost whispered, he looked back towards the other three men in the room, all of whom pretended not to see his stares. “I guess, we’ll have to find an alternative.”
Ghost moved his face lower, stopping at your upper chest. You felt his breath over your skin, but his eyes were looking at you, intensely. That’s when he decided to start leaving his marks. The mixture of the thrusts and his teeth made you burst suddenly, which Ghost noticed. He gave you a taunting look in his eyes, just like Soap, his lips never left your skin, just sliding his tongue around until he found a sensitive spot.
You felt Ghost thrust into you a bit deeper, but still keeping the same pace. You feel your nails scratching at his back and your toes curl at the overwhelming good feeling. “Si-Simon.” You say between breaths, Ghost pulls away from you, waiting for you to continue. “I-I’m getting close.”
Ghost gives you a nod. “Then, let’s make the most of it.” He kept the pace, still leaving marks on your chest until you felt it coming.
It happened seemingly so quickly, it came bursting out of you. A couple of raspy moans come out of you as you feel Ghost coming as well. You both look at each other, lovingly. Ghost collapses on you, landing in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him and give him a couple of “thank you”’s as he catches his breath. You let him stay there for a few moments before he decides it’s time for him to get up. You unwrap your arms from around him. Ghost brings his hand down to his cock, reaching for it, asking you if it’s okay to pull it out, a nod comes from you, and you feel it.
He moves his legs from around you and lays down on your right side. Price comes over to Ghost’s side with a warm, wet towel, handing it to him. “Clean him up.” Price said, slightly ordering him.
Ghost did so, all while whispering to you how good you did and thanking you. “Thank you for trusting us.”
“Thank you for taking care of me…for showing me what I mean to you.” You whisper back.
On your left, you feel the other half of men joining you, Price, and Ghost on the bed. Gaz wraps his arms around your left arm, hugging it like you were his lifeline. Soap reaches over Gaz and puts his hand into yours. On your right, Ghost wraps an arm around your waist, grabbing it softly, but protectively. Price had your right arm draped over Ghost, like Soap, he had your hand in his, but his thumb creasing over your knuckles.
“Who knew putting your life on the line for a country could lead to something like this?” You jokingly ask.
“I’m glad it happened that way.” Price said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it. The other three men nod in agreement.
“Thank you.” Gaz said, putting his face on your chest.
“I’m also glad, but glad that we didn’t scare you away, stoater.” Soap whispered, putting his face in your hand.
“Worth it…” Ghost whispered, like Gaz, putting his face in your chest.
It was silent for the rest of the night, but a good type of silent. You felt yourself falling asleep, you knew you were going to sleep good tonight, thanks to your additional lovers. Now, this was only the beginning of something that you’d never expect to happen, but all you knew was you didn’t mind waiting for them and as proven tonight, they didn’t mind waiting for you.
all works are gender neutral, unless specified otherwise
john price
n/a
kyle “gaz” garrick
kyle’s hungry for you and you’re on the phone with the others (nsfw)
johnny “soap” mactavish
n/a
simon “ghost” riley
n/a
poly!task force 141
wildflowers
A seemingly simple mission goes wrong for Sergeant Kyle Garrick, not only is he bleeding out, but he's been separated from his unit. However, not all hope is lost when he is found by a civilian who takes him into their temporary care as Garrick waits for his unit to retrieve him. So, he does the only thing he can do, bond with his rescuer. After a few days together, Garrick is eventually retrieved by his unit, separating him from a newly formed friendship. Now, Garrick only has one goal, to find his "Doc," but he isn't the only one that's keen on finding them.
you’ve taken care of us, now it’s our turn (nsfw)
*nsfw scene has afab, ftm, amab, and mtf variants
As the task force’s medic, you take care of the four of them on a daily basis. With that circumstance, you form a strong bond with each and every one of them. However, the bonds form into one during a casual turned intimate night.
if my description of the guys sound weird, i'm practicing writing physical characteristics of people. 😭
pairing: kyle “gaz” garrick x reader, eventual poly!task force 141 x reader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: (more than likely) ooc task force 141, military inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, jealous price?*, eager garrick?*
summary: on the drive back to base, garrick gets a text from “doc”, which turns into some more bonding time. garrick eventually returns to his base and the word of his interest of seeing “doc” spreads to his fellow task force 141 members.
* = i’ll let yall be the judge of that
KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK, TF-141
𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
RURAL LOCATION, ENGLAND
XX.XX.2023, 11:XX
As the jeep pulled out of the driveway, (Name) slowly came out of view of Garrick’s gaze, and eventually, the cabin. He felt mixed feelings, glad that he was going to be seeing his unit again and the fact that he made it out alive, but sad that (Name), his savior, was being left behind. Garrick didn’t like leaving people like that. He hoped the department wasn’t going to be for long, still hoping to somehow repay the kindness that was shown to him. Garrick took out his phone, wondering if he’d been texting by (Name).
A fellow soldier noticed Garrick’s actions. “Waiting for an answer from a certain someone?” His tone was obviously a taunting one.
“What?” Garrick asked, slightly defensive.
“You’re waiting for a response from them.” He said, looking at the sergeant’s phone. “Why not be the first one to talk?”
“…I didn’t get their number.” Garrick said, embarrassed.
The soldier burst out laughing. “Well, how else are you supposed to find them? You got a messenger bird?” The laughter continued for a few seconds before he stopped. Garrick looked up, seeing Price giving the soldier a look.
Garrick gave a nod to Price, thanking him. Price nodded back, he turned back around and put his eyes back on the road. After a few moments of looking at his phone, shut it off and put it in his pocket. His eyes looked out the window, looking at the seemingly endless hills of green. The drive back to the base was going to be four hours, give or take. Price had updated Garrick on any new developments for their current task, the mission was just about to be over. A slight wave of sorrow came to Garrick, Price was quick to notice and made sure to assure that Garrick getting shot didn’t affect any aspect of the mission.
“I’m just glad you’re alive, son.” Price assured. “The intel you gathered was exactly what we needed.” Garrick felt relieved when he said that and thanked his captain. A nod comes from Price. “Why don’t you get some rest, Kyle. Long drive ahead.”
“Thank you, sir.” Garrick nodded, he shuffled himself around to get comfortable. He leans slightly back, the right side of his head is up against the window. His arms wrapped around his body and soon, his eyes closed shut and soon he felt the feeling of sleep succumb to him. Price looked back at Garrick through the help of the rear view mirror every so often, making sure he was sleeping okay.
A little over the halfway point in the drive, Garrick woke up. They were getting closer to London, where the rest of his unit was. Once he was fully awake, he started thinking about them, again. The sergeant had thought about (Name), hoping that they were doing well. Every so often, he would continue to look at his phone, seeing if (Name) had ever texted him. I hope they didn’t think I was weird for giving them my number. Garrick overthought just about everything. But, he stopped thinking when a notification ping vibrated his phone, the one he had been waiting for.
hey gaz! it’s (name), sorry i’ve been meaning to text you. i was just waiting until i wasn’t driving anymore.
i hope this is the right number, sorry if you’re not even gaz. 😭
He almost immediately answered.
You got the right number. You’re all good, Doc.
Did you get home safely?
oh! i’m not home just yet, i was just dropping off the rental car. i’m taking public transport home, but i’m just about to be there, give or take an hour or two.
thanks for checking in. i’ll be sure to let you know when i do.
Please do.
are you getting back to your base safely?
Yeah. We’re about there. About an hour or so, same ball park as you.
wait, you said you’re stationed in the london area, right?
Yeah.
You also said you live in London?
i do!
do you wanna meet up sometime?
Would you like to grab a drink sometime?
Both of them must have pressed the send button at the same time. Garrick slightly gasped, but an excited smile formed on his face.
Psychic?
you could say that. 😼 i’d love to grab a drink with you! text me when you’re free. i work during the week, but i get off around 5 on weekdays and weekends are my days off. i don’t usually go to the bars, but if you wanna go to one, i’m fine with that.
You got it. My schedule isn’t exactly a set one, but weekends are when we don’t have a whole lot to do, but I still have to work. I just have to make sure all my duties or tasks are done. I’ll text you when they’re all done and if you’re not busy, we can continue from there.
sounds like a plan!
Garrick and (Name) texted back and forth some more. Mostly about their lives that they were going to go back to when they got back home. Garrick talked a little bit more about his unit’s members, talking about his favorite memories with each and every one of them. He seemed closest to Price, (Name) had come to the conclusion over a text. It’s that obvious? A wave of slight embarrassment came over him, but it soon turned into a wave of comfort because of (Name)’s response.
that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, gaz. price cares about you and his other men and if that’s something you admire about him, that’s amazing.
Garrick smiled slightly at their response. He typed out another text, but he slightly hesitated. The sergeant was debating on whether to reveal his name, but he thought waiting would be better. He deleted the potential message. So, he just kept the texting casual, which lasted for a few minutes more.
Eventually, he got the text that he was dreading. (Name) had to leave and finish their journey home. Garrick gave (Name) a quick, but sweet temporary farewell text.
Get home safely. Shoot me a text when you get home.
will do! thanks for talking with me, made the ride home more fun. ttyl gaz. 👋
Garrick gave a fist bump to himself when he turned off his phone. Price noticed the action from the rear view mirror. He wasn’t sure what the sergeant was celebrating about, but he had a feeling of the reason, the civilian nurse.
Soon enough, Garrick and the others finally had arrived at base, a wave of relief came over him. Price told Garrick to check in at the infirmary for a proper look at his injury and to check in with him and the rest of the Task Force afterwards.
JOHN PRICE, TF-141
𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍
LONDON, ENGLAND
XX.XX.2023, 15:XX
Price made his way to the Task Force’s barracks. He hoped his other two men would be there so he could deliver the news of Garrick’s return. The captain soon found himself thinking about Garrick’s savior, he wasn’t sure if them being there was pure coincidence or if they were a good actor. I’ll look into them later. He told himself. Eventually, Price made it to the barracks, where he ran into one of his men, Soap.
“He’s back?” Soap asked Price, who nodded. A sigh of relief comes from Soap.
“He’s in the infirmary for now, just getting a proper check up.” Price said. “Where’s Ghost?”
“L.t.’s in his room.” The Scot said, moving his head in the direction of a closed door. “Wan’ me to get ‘em?”
Price gives a nod and Soap heads down the hall towards the closed door, knocking on it. Calling out “L.t.!” A muffled “what?” could be heard on the other side. Soap told the voice that Price was back with Garrick. After a few moments, footsteps could be heard getting closer to the shut door. “I’ll be out there in a second.” The voice said, it sounded deep and well… British, still muffled.
“Probably pu’in’ on his balaclava.” Soap whispered to Price. The door opened after a few more moments. There stood Ghost, Soap was correct about his assumption. A black balaclava with the bottom part of a skull, from the top of the nasal bone to the mandible on it. The balaclava covered his head, except the upper half of his face. His blonde eyelashes outlined his brown eyes. “Good afternoon, L.t..”
“Afternoon, Sergeant.” Ghost said, nodding to Soap, then turning to Price. “He’s alive?”
A confirming nod comes from Price. “He’s just getting a proper check up. I just wanted to let you both know. I also want to ask you about the civilian that helped Garrick, did he mention anything about them?” Price asked.
“Nothing to me.” Ghost said, shrugging. Soap gave a nod, Price had his full attention.
“We’d talk every day, I’d just make sure he was bein’ trea’ed well by ‘em. He would talk ‘bout ‘em. Not ‘bout ‘em specifically, but how they’d care for ‘em. He always sounded posi’ive.” Soap explained, he then cursed, jokingly, underneath his breath. “Lucky bastard…”
“Nothing suspicious?” Price asked, making sure Soap wasn’t missing anything. The Scot shook his head. “Okay.”
“You’re suspicious of them." Ghost said, Price gave a nod to the masked man. “I can find them.”
“No.” Price shook his head. “Maybe, I’m just thinking about it too much, but I just want to be sure Kyle is smart about this. He sounded interested in seeing them again when we retrieved him this morning. I’d be less paranoid if they met under different circumstances, that’s all.”
“We’ll keep an eye out, Cap’ain.” Soap assured, putting a hand on Price’s shoulder.
A “thank you” nod comes from Price. The captain begins to leave the room. “I’m gonna go check on Garrick.” Price said, patting Soap and Ghost on their backs, walking out the room and leaving Soap and Ghost by themselves once more.
Price made the walk back to the other side of the base, which was where the infirmary was. He couldn’t keep his mind off of Garrick’s new acquaintance.There was no way that they weren’t just some civilian that was there, there has to be something else to this. He thought about it during his walk. Before he knew it, Price arrived at the entrance of the infirmary. Just as he was about to enter it, Garrick was walking out of the doors. Their gazes met and Garrick immediately greeted the captain.
“Was just about to find you, sir.” Garrick said.
“I guess I beat you.” Price joked, he then looked at Garrick’s side. “How is your side?”
“Oh, fine, for the most part. They said the wound was gonna heal up like normal. They cleaned me up, changed my old patches, and told me to come back if I needed anything.” Garrick said, pulling up his shirt, showing off a newly bandaged side. “Also said it was gonna leave a scar, I think that’s kinda cool.”
Price chuckled at the comment. “Something to tell the kids.” He joked again. All of a sudden the captain turned serious. His lips turned into a straight line, something that Garrick immediately noticed.
“You alright, sir?” Garrick asked, pulling down his shirt.
“I wanted to talk to you about your new friend.” Price sounded serious. “I know I said to be smart and be careful and I don’t doubt for a minute that you won’t be, but just promise me you’ll say something to me if things don’t look too good.”
Garrick gave an assuring nod to Price, same look as well. “I will and I understand where you’re coming from. We did meet under strange circumstances, but part of me just feels like I have to find out more about them. That part of me also feels like if they had bad intentions, they would’ve done something to me in that cabin.” Garrick said to his captain.
Price trusted Garrick on almost everything, but this was a time where he was hesitant about his sergeant’s decision. However, the captain knew that Garrick was a man of his word, so he reluctantly trusted Garrick, for now. Price gave Garrick a nod of understanding.
“Okay.” Price said, backing down. The captain’s gaze on Garrick turned from his serious one, to a more gentle gaze. “If you ever bring them on base, I hope you’ll introduce us, despite my…suspicions.”
Garrick gives a joking head shake. “I’ll see if we make it that far with you around.” He says, taunting his captain’s suspicions.
“I can give you another reason to go back into that damn infirmary.” Price rolls his eyes, Garrick lets out a wave of laughter. The captain gives a slight jab to Garrick's healing side, he slightly flenches.
“Okay, okay.” Garrick puts one of his hands on his side, the other in the air.
“C’mon.” Price said, acting like he hadn’t just done anything. “Soap and Ghost are eager to see you.”
KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK, TF-141
𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓
LONDON, ENGLAND
XX.XX.2023, 17:XX
Garrick felt relieved to be back at the base after being M.I.A. for the last few days. When he came back to his barracks his fellow 141 members, Soap and Ghost, welcomed him back. Soap made sure Garrick knew that he worried the Scot by giving him a strong hug, relieved that Garrick was in one piece. Though, he was assured by Price and Ghost several times that he was, in fact, in one piece. Ghost was the opposite of Soap. Ghost’s greeting was a simple “Nice to have you back, Sergeant.”
To no surprise, the conversation changed to (Name) and how he spent his time with them, just like Price, the two were curious about his temporary nurse. Garrick was a bit hesitant to share what happened over the past few days because of how Soap acts whenever the slightest mention of a possible relationship between Garrick and nearly every person he meets. He was vague about the details, but it seemed to be enough to satisfy Soap, Ghost made sure of that.
“You should get some rest, Gaz.” Ghost said, putting a hand on Garrick’s shoulder. Soap nodded in agreement. “Or at least lay down in your own bed, I’ll grab you some grub.”
Garrick nodded his head at the proposal. “Thanks, Ghost. I will, but you don’t have to worry about my dinner. I’ll join you guys when it comes time.” The sergeant assured, the other two men nodded in understanding. He begins to walk to his room. Ghost and Soap walk the opposite way, they both start to talk to one another, but Garrick can’t make out what they’re saying to each other.
The sergeant stopped at his closed door, he walked over to his bed and plopped down on his bed, diving head first into his pillow. Missed this feeling. He thought, rubbing the pillow against his face. A few moments later, Garrick felt a vibration coming from his phone, he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. It was another text from (Name), his eyes lit up.
hey, gaz! just wanted to lyk i’m home. i would love to talk more, but the ride home exhausted the crap outta me. i’ll be sure to text you tomorrow. thanks for the past few days at the cabin, excited to plan our possible reunion. you have a good night and enjoy the first night back in your own bed.
Garrick looked at the text with a smile, he couldn’t wait to plan for the possible reunion too. He put his phone down and looked up at the ceiling. Garrick couldn’t seem to notice the feeling of a smile forming on his face. He had seemed to forget about meeting up with the other 141 members because he had fallen right asleep.
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YOU'VE TAKEN CARE OF US, NOW ITS OUR TURN.
ONESHOT, NSFW, 2/4
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing: poly!task force 141 x afab!reader
continuation of this oneshot
this is my first time writing something fully nsfw so please cut me some slack if this is bad🪦
for now, i’m using samuel roukin as ghost’s face reference, but the description might be WAY off😭(i plan on making my own ghost headcanon face asp)
warnings: poly relationship, more than likely ooc tf141, reader sees ghost’s face for the first time, virgin reader, shy (when it comes to sex) reader, virginity loss (price takes it), affirmations, soft tf141, a lil hard dom ghost?, body worship, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), 141 rotating positions
word count: 5.7k
All you could feel were four mouths pressed against your skin. Soap was still kissing your inner thighs, Ghost still leaving love marks on the front of your neck, Kyle doing the same, except the back of your neck, and Price kissing your lips. Your heart was beating so fast, but you know that you’re in good hands. The kisses and the marks kept coming, until you felt Gaz stop.
“Hey.” His soft voice whispered in your ear. “Just wondering if you wanna go a bit further, this is entirely up to you.”
Almost immediately you felt yourself nod. “She said yes.” Gaz said, everything stopped.
Ghost brought himself up from your collarbone area, Soap looked up at you from between your legs, and Price put his forehead against yours.
“Are ye sure, stoater?” Soap whispered, you shyly nodded once more. “Use yo’r words.”
“I’m sure.” You said softly. “Just… be gentle.”
All four men said nothing, you assumed they were judging you. You immediately started apologizing. But, Price talked over your unnecessary apologies.
“We were just giving each other a silent understanding.” Price said, he brought his hand to your cheek, creasing it softly. “You tell us if we’re going too fast or too hard. Say “red,” we’ll stop, “yellow,” we take it slow, “green,” we keep it at a steady pace.”
“Okay.” You said, leaning your head into his hand. “Thank you.”
Price gives a nod before pulling his hand away, then eventually himself. The captain slides off the bed, it confuses you, but a voice takes your attention away from it.
“You sure you’re ready?” Ghost asked, you turn your head.
“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never had this much… attention.” You say, laughing with a slight hint of nervousness.
“Well, you’ve taken care of us, now it’s our turn.” (he said the thing!!) Gaz murmured from behind you, your heart pounding even more than ever. His hands suddenly reached for the bottom of your shirt, but he stopped. “Do you have a preference? Shirt on or off?”
“Off.” You whispered. Gaz’s hands gripped the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up, helping you get your arms through the sleeves, and finally over your head. Gaz placed your shirt to the side. You could feel Soap pulling at your underwear, silently asking for your approval for him to remove them. You whisper once more. “They can come off too.”
Soap brought his hands towards the hems of your underwear and gripped them, slowly removing them from your body, he let them fall. Then, he grabbed your legs, gently, placing them on his shoulders. You feel the cold air to your now exposed cunt. “Fuck, stoater, let me know when ye’re ready for me...” Soap whispered, he kissed your inner thighs.
“J-Just use your mouth, for now.” You let out, slightly embarrassed.
“Ye got it.” Soap said, bringing his face towards your cunt and he dove right in. Your hands clasped over your mouth, a couple of muffled, hitched breaths come out against them. You start to whine out, still muffled by your hands, Soap’s name, music to his ears. “Let it out, stoater.”
Ghost’s hands grip at yours. You felt his skin, he must’ve taken his gloves off, his hands felt cold. Ghost takes his grip on your hands and brings them away from your mouth. “Release yourself.” His tone sounded authoritative, but soft. You nodded and your voice, filled with pleasure, let out. Ghost releases one of your hands, then brings the other to his mouth, kissing it multiple times. “You’re doing great.” He murmured, his kisses dragged back up to your neck.
“Fuck…” You hitched, you leaned your back into Gaz’s chest. Ghost’s mouth never leave your neck, following you. Gaz’s hands wrap around your hips, rubbing them. He continues leaving kisses the back of your neck, whispering in your ear, you whisper his name. “Gaz.”
“How’re you feeling?” Gaz asks between kisses, you feel one of Gaz’s hands sliding down, stopped at your cunt. “Mind if I help Johnny out?”
“A-Amazing…go ahead.”
You feel his fingers spread apart over your clit, then two of his fingers were inserted in your cunt. The combination of Gaz’s finger and Johnny’s tongue was perfect for you. Your toes curled up and you arched your back into Gaz.
“You doing okay?” Gaz whispered in your ear, you give a single nod before you let out a few soft moans. “Let it out.”
Suddenly, you feel a familiar hand grabbing yours, Price. “Where… were you?” You asked between moans.
“…I was here, I like watching.” Price said, he crawled back into the bed. This time, less clothes, just his boxers were on. “Mind if I kiss you again?”
You shook your head, you bring a hand to Price’s cheek, dragging his face closer towards you. Your lips meet and immediately Price inserts his tongue in your mouth. His facial hair tickled against your face. Price brought one of his hands to your chest, caressing it.
You felt like you were going to melt with all the hot breaths that hit your skin. Soon enough, all you could hear was yourself. Everything was perfect, but you weren’t even halfway through it.
They rotated positions every so often, the only thing that stayed the same was that all their attention went to you. It was getting to where you started saying “yellow” every once in a while and every one of them listened, some more than others.
Soap made sure to continue with his soft, but firm kisses against your skin. His kisses would turn into markings, which would be very faint, but as long as you knew he was there, it didn’t matter to him. His hands never left your body, caressing every inch of it with his fingers. When he came into contact with your lips, he made sure you felt good, and you did. He would give you affirmations between kisses. How beautiful you looked, how well you were doing for your first time, and complimenting the noises that came out of your mouth. He was so gentle when it came to fingering you, his pace with your cunt was slow and steady. The best part to him was hearing the moans of his name that came from your mouth that would be muffled by who was busy kissing you.
Gaz was slightly rougher. Yes, his kisses were soft, just like Soap. His love marks would be visible, but he would kiss them, so they wouldn’t hurt you. His hands would also caress your body, only stopping when his hands came into contact with Soap’s. When it was his turn to kiss your lips, his tongue would move with ease as it made contact with yours, he wouldn’t fight for dominance, just kept it at a pace that you could keep up with. When he was between your legs, he never let a single drop go to waste. You couldn’t really hear him when he was down there, but he would whisper to himself. You could hear him moaning out your name, but it would be muffled because of his mouth being against your cunt.
Ghost was the roughest out of the four, but kept it at a manageable pace for you. You said “yellow” a bunch to him, hoping to make him stay in his place, but that didn’t always work. His marks were the most visible. Ghost would make you squirm the most, the way he did nearly everything differently than the rest. His pacing was fast but you could tell that he was trying to keep it at a constant rate for you. His fingering was at a fast place, making your toes curl at every curl of his fingers. When his face was between your legs, his grip on them were tight, his tongue, like his fingers, rough. And when it came to kissing you, he kept it at a pace that was impossible for you to keep up with, but you loved every second of it.
Price was in between. Gentle when he needed to be, but rough as well. His love marks were just as visible as Ghost’s, but took his time when he made them. His favorite part was being between your legs, the way he would look up at you when he ate your cunt. He swirled around his tongue slowly, making sure you would feel everything he had. When he was behind you, fingering, he gave you whispers of encouragement. His pace was slow, your body appreciate that, but when he was done, he brought his fingers to his mouth. He made sure you saw him, he would lick your juices off of them. A shudder came to you.
You were their god and they made sure you knew you had to be worshiped. When they were done, they give you a chance to catch your breath. The affirmations never stopped, they just kept coming.
“Ye did so well, stoater.” Soap said, running his fingers through your hair
“Agreed.” Gaz nodded, giving you pecks across your upper chest, up to your collarbone.
“…this body is so beautiful.” Ghost whispered, his hands rubbing across your knuckles
“I’m so proud of you.” Price also whispered, his arms were wrapped around your lower hips and his head was in your chest.
After a few moments of just staying like that, you asked them if they’d be okay taking turns again, this time, in you. The men all looked at you, their eyes slightly lit up.
“Are you sure?” Price asked. “I don’t want you to overwork yourself just for us.”
“I know I want this.” You assured the captain. “Please.” Your tone was desperate, you slightly cursed at yourself for that.
Almost immediately, three of them were quick to discard any piece of fabric that they still had on, except for their underwear. Price was already in his boxers.
They rearranged themselves, put pillows where they had all sat when your back was against their chests, and then you laid down, your head against the pillows. You laid there for a few moments, just giving them a chance to look at you, to admire you. When they were done, you have them the go ahead.
“Green…” You said.
To no surprise, Price was the first one. His boxers were long gone, giving you a peak at his cock. Your eyes widened, bro was huge. You see him crawling towards you, like a predator chasing his prey. “I’ll be gentle.” He assured, putting his forehead against yours. He grabbed his cock and put it against your hole’s entrance. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered, looking at you with the most gentle gaze ever.
After a few seconds of preparing yourself. “Green.” You let out.
You feel it being inserted in your hole. You immediately clasp your hand against your mouth in shock, you cry out his name, muffled against your hand.
“John.” You said, his first name slipped out of your mouth. He didn’t mind, in fact, he loved it. You remove your hands so you could let out your pants. “P-Please, don’t move yet...”
“I got you.” Price assured, letting you get used to his member. He cupped your cheek, his hand warmed your face up. “Tell me when you’re ready. And when you are, I’ll lead at your pace.”
“Okay…” You said. After a few moments, you gave him a “green.” “Go slow.”
Price understood and he started moving, his pace was slow and steady, perfect for you. He took his time with thrust, so you could savor each and every one of them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, then your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. Your head goes into his neck, he feels your breath against his collarbone. You clamp your teeth into his skin, an attempt to hold back your various cries of pleasure. Price wheezes at the pain, but he doesn’t seem to mind it after a while. A mark left by you was perfectly fine with him.
“You’re doing perfect.” Price whispered, in your ear. “God, you’re so pretty underneath me.”
He continued for a while, the pace never quickened or slowed. You felt like you were on cloud nine the whole time Price was inside your hole. You soon realized that you were almost done with Price.
“J-John, I’m gonna-“ You say, you feel it coming, finally, it released from you. Not only did you feel yours, but you felt Price’s.
Price stopped when both of you came, but his cock stayed in you. He put his forehead against yours, both of his hands were cupping your cheeks. “How was that, love?” He asked, pecking kisses on your cheeks. You give him assuring nods and whisper “thank you” to him.
“I’m gonna pull out, okay?” Price whispered, you give a nod. His hand reaches down to your hole’s entrance, then pulls his cock out. A twitch came over your body as he did so. Your hole felt cold, but you waited painfully for the next person’s turn. “You need anything?”
You nod your head. “Can you clean me up?” You asked, Price immediately grabbed a cloth. He brought it to your hole and started rubbing, it felt gentle to you. It took him a little while, but Price cleaned up the mess. “Thank you, John.” You look at him with a thankful smile.
Price gave your forehead a peck before climbing off the bed. “Anytime, love.” When he gets off the bed, he walks over towards the other three men. But, you stop him before he leaves completely.
“John.” You call out his name again, his bead turns to you. “Thank you, for being patient with me.”
“Anytime, love…” Price said, after giving you a small nod, he started to head back towards the other men. You heard him say a couple words to them. Price tells them not to overwhelm you too much. The trio of men nodded in understanding, they give you a few moments to catch your breath before you’re filled up once again. You feel a warm hand wrap around yours, your eyes meet with a soft brown gaze.
“Gaz.” You whisper.
“Hey, sweet girl.” He said, bringing his other hand to your cheek. Gaz climbs on the bed, his face closing in on yours. “How are you feeling?”
“Cold…” You say.
“Good thing I know how to change that.” He said, giving you a teasing smile. You roll your eyes at him, but you laugh at him. He removes his hands from your face and brings them to his boxers and he pulls them down. You see his member, like Price, he’s big. “I’d like to try something.”
You give him a curious look.
“I’ll show you, but if you’d like to keep it simple, we can keep you like this.” Gaz assured, you shook your head. “You sure?”
“Yeah, let’s try it…” You gave an affirming nod. Gaz’s eyes lit up.
“Okay.” He said with a smile, he sits up, crossing his legs, but a whole bunch of room for you to see his member. He instructs you to climb into his lap and put your legs between his body and then wrap them. Your arms around him, specifically his neck. Gaz does the same, but he only has one hand around you, the other is around his cock. “Alright, just tell me when.”
“Green, just d-don’t move...”
You feel that feeling again against your hole, letting out a couple curses. Your grip on Gaz tightened as you both adjusted yourselves. He didn’t move like you asked, he just looked at you with the most loving gaze you’d ever seen.
“I’m gonna go slow.” Gaz said, removing his hand from his member to your cheek. You looked at him, nodding. “I’m gonna grab your ass with my hands, then we’re both going to thrust into each other.”
You nodded at the instructions. Gaz brings down his hands towards your ass and you tighten your arms that are around Gaz’s neck still in preparation. You give Gaz the go ahead and almost immediately, he starts. You feel his body thrusting into yours, which makes you do the same. The pace was just like Price’s, slow and steady. You felt yourself slowly bouncing on his cock, then using your grip on him to pull yourself closer to him. Gaz did the same, just his grip was on your ass. You were more vocal this time, cries of pleasure came from your mouth.
“K-Kyle, can you go a little deeper? If you can.”
The sudden first name from you caught him off guard, but Gaz had your full attention at your request. A nod comes from him and the thrusts become more intense, but you felt good. He called out your name a couple times, praising you for everything you did. Just as you feel like it had just started, you feel like you’re about to cum again.
“Yellow—!” You scream out, you feel yourself being released once more. Gaz’s thrusts slow down to a lower pace. You keep on thrusting as well for a few more moments, but not for much longer. You feel yourself climaxing. “Red…”
Gaz immediately stops, he plops down on his back, with his arms still around you, you go down with him. His member is still inside you and when you land on top of him, you feel it. Gaz comes to a climax as well and it comes out slowly. “Shit…” Gaz curses. You find yourself bringing his face closer to yours and you start pecking all over his face.
“Thank you.” You said, Gaz gives you a smile.
“‘Course…” Gaz says, he reaches for his cock and grasps it with his hand. “Can I pull it out?”
You give a nervous nod, Gaz notices this and gives you kisses on your neck as he readies you. It happens and you let out a couple of gasps. Gaz still has his arms wrapped around you, flipping you over on your back. He unwraps himself from you, you do the same.
“You did so good, sweet girl.” Gaz said, taking your hand and gently kissing it. “Wanna be cleaned up?”
“Y-Yeah.” You nod, slightly overstimulated. .
Price hands Gaz a clean rag, the second one of the night. You feel it against your hole, cleaning up the mess around it. They didn’t want to overwhelm your body so quickly. Once it’s all cleaned up, you feel Gaz pulling away, getting off the bed, not completely. Before sliding off, he gives you one last kiss.
“Thank you for letting me do that.” Gaz said.
“Thank you for taking care of me…” You say back.
“Of course.” Gaz said.
The second Gaz left you, you feel someone’s warm hand cupping your cheek. The hand’s temperature lets you immediately know who it was. “Soap.” You call out to the Scot. His eyes light up when his name comes out of your mouth.
“Hey, stoater.” Soap said, he brings his face closer, another forehead against yours. “Holdin’ up okay?”
“For the most part.” You laugh softly.
“Do we need to—?” Soap started, but you interrupted him.
“No, I’m okay.” You assured him.
“Okay, but if ye are, ye let me know.” He looked at you sternly, you gave a nod. “Ye have a preference? Top or bottom?”
“Bottom.” You answer, eyes looking at him.
“Alright.” Soap nodded. He started removing his boxers, exposing himself to you.
You feel yourself embracing what’s about to come, part of you didn’t know how much more you could take and another part was surprised at the way things had turned out for the five of you. Soap noticed your mixture of emotions in your face, him cupping your face brought you back from your thoughts.
“What’s goin’ on in that head, stoater?” Soap asked.
“I’m still in shock about this whole thing.” You answered, the Scot felt a bit conflicted by the words coming from you, were you having trouble with the sudden outcome? But, when you specified your answer, Soap felt more assured. “I didn’t know you could love this many people…”
Soap smiled at you and gave a couple of pecks all over your face. “Well, ye can and so can we.” He assured you this time, continuing pecking you.
“Thank you.” You whispered, though the thanks was directed towards all four of them. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Yo’re not making me wait, stoater.” Soap said, still cupping your cheek. “We do this at yo’r pace.”
“Johnny.” You say his first name, him assuring you made you feel better about everything. “I don’t deserve you.”
“What?”
“I don’t deserve you.” You repeated.
“Let me prove you wrong…” Soap said, part seductively, part seriously.
The Scot comes closer to you, he puts you between his legs, your legs over his shoulders. His hand gripped his cock, holding it near the entrance of your hole, waiting for your answer. “I’m ready when ye are.”
“One second…” You begin to adjust yourself, getting yourself at a comfortable position. After a few seconds of mental preparation, you give Soap the nod of approval. “P-Put it in, please.”
The next thing you know, you feel Soap’s cock insert in your hole. A groan comes out of your mouth, same as Soap. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Wan’ me to start movin’?” Soap asks gently. You breathe in a few times before nodding your head. The Scot starts moving.
You feel the thrusts start, you start moving as well. “Am I doing this right?” You asked between breaths.
You give him a quiet “thanks,” still trying to concentrate on what’s going on right now. You feel like you’re about to burst. Soap makes sure each thrust is deep, but it doesn’t hurt you. At this very moment, all he cares about is your pleasure.
You feel the Scot’s head lower down a bit, his stubble tickles your upper chest. Soap’s mouth grasped your skin, he started sucking. He did this all while thrusting into you.
Soap’s mouth never left your upper chest and collarbones, his tongue guided across each of them. You gave into the feeling and let the moans, which to your dismay made Soap get even more bold. When you tried to cover them up, Soap only brought his hand to your wrist and held them down. His fingers creased across your skin until they met with your fingers, interlocking them.
“Don’t hide your voice.” The Scot said, the smuggest ass grin appeared on his face.
“Fucking tease.” You cursed at Soap, whose grin only widened.
Soap went back to leaving marks on your upper chest, adding on from Price and Gaz. At this point, you couldn't tell which of the marks were whose. Soap’s thrusts were slowly growing faster and you could tell that you were about to climax soon.
“Johnny.” You say, he stops leaving his marks and looks at you with his full attention. “Go faster, just a little bit.”
“Alright.” He nodded, the Scot picked up the pace. He angled himself, putting his hands on either side of your head. You feel your nails clawing against Soap’s back, which he winced at. “Ye gettin’ there?”
“J-Just about.” You answer between breaths. You both let out moans and groans, Soap leans down into you, your mouths meets and he inserts his tongue into your mouth. You feel like you’re about to explode, and eventually you do. “Red…!”
You calling the color makes him stop. Disconnecting his lips from yours, he looks at you with loving eyes. You heavily breathe in and out, your hand weakly moving towards his cheeks. “Are you okay?” Soap asked, his hand wraps around your arm, which was holding his cheek, supporting it from falling.
“Never better.” You nodded.
“Ye were amazing, stoater.” Soap said.
“Thank you, I’m sorry, though.” You apologized. “I didn’t last as long as I thought I would.”
“Well, don’t be…I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now and I’m glad it happened the way it did.” Soap assured you.
“Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
Soap gives you a forehead kiss. “Ye ready for me to pull out?” He asked, a nod came from you.
The Scot puts his hand around his cock, he gently pulls it out of your hole. The feeling is slightly overwhelming for you. You feel your climax around your cunt. Before you knew it, Soap had a washcloth in his hand. He put the washcloth against your cunt, cleaning away the climax.
“There ye go.” Soap said, finishing up cleaning. You heard someone else’s footsteps coming closer to you. You knew exactly who it was. “I think someone’s eager.”
“You seem like you have enough for another round, Johnny.” You heard Ghost’s voice threaten. Soap went quiet after that, he mumbled a quiet “I love ye” to you, which you returned, before he hurried away. Ghost’s eyes met with yours, a wave of nervousness came over you, he noticed it. “Will I overwhelm you?”
“No.” You shake your head. “I’ll be okay, just go at a pace I can keep up with.”
Ghost nodded, he climbed on the bed, putting his legs between your body. He reached for your legs, spreading them, his legs dragged as well as he opened your legs to see your enterance. Like all the other men, Ghost’s cock was waiting at your entrance, waiting for your call. Then, Ghost’s hands go for his mask, you assumed he would only have it up to the top of his nose, but he took it completely off, surprising you.
You feel familiar tired brown eyes eyeing you down, something that you’ve seen before, but the rest of his face was new to you. Ghost had brown hair, swooping to the right side of his face. He had a prominent nose with a straight bridge and a long chin, and a defined Cupid’s bow mouth. Ghost’s face was covered by scars in all sorts of ways. You kept looking at his face, taking it all in.
“Is this what you expected?” Ghost asked.
“No, not really. I did expect more eyebags.” You teased, Ghost rolled his eyes and did a fake laugh. You went back to staring at his face for a few moments longer. “I love it.”
Ghost gave a simple nod, but you knew that he meant it as a “thank you.” Ghost began bringing his face close to yours, he stopped when he got closer, silently asking for your permission. A nod comes from you, and he brings you in.
It starts off slow, Ghost’s tongue enters your mouth and you feel like he’s trying to keep it at a pace that you can keep up with, but he struggles to do so. You can tell, Ghost’s kisses become more desperate than you expected.
“Ghost-“ You start to say, but Ghost’s lips leave yours.
“Call me Simon.” His tone was stern, but a small bit of desperation had let out. “I’ve waited long enough to hear you say my actual name.”
The sudden change of tone caught you off guard, but you nod at him. “How long?” You curiously asked and raised an eyebrow.
Ghost realized his desperation, he cursed at himself quietly. “I apologize, I just—“ He begins, but you stop him this time.
“Simon, it’s okay.” You cup his cheek. “I’m glad you’re not bottling up your feelings…I won’t lie when I say I’ve been desperate for this for a while now.”
Ghost’s eyes were locked on yours. “Is it okay if I show you?” An affirmative nod comes from you. “Tell me when to stop…”
His mouth connects with yours again, immediately inserting his tongue in your mouth. You feel chills when he does that. His tongue’s movement suddenly becomes faster, easily beating yours in a dance of dominance. (LMAO IS THIS A CRINGY THING TO SAY??) His hand grabs the back of your head, lifting your head up a bit, his other one holding your waist in place.
You take your hands and wrap them around Ghost’s neck, pulling him closer as well. You and Ghost keep adjusting your heads to keep the connection. After a few moments, Ghost pulls away, putting his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting…” Ghost apologizes. “Can we start?”
“It’s all good.” You assure, then you give Ghost a nod of approval “Yeah, we can.”
“Okay…” Ghost said, he started grabbing for his cock, readying for another approval from you for him to push in. He could tell you were preparing yourself for the last round. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” You say after a few moments. You feel Ghost pushing himself into your hole, your arms wrap around him, and your hands grip tightly to his back. You curse softly at the feeling of Ghost in you. “Fuck, Simon.”
“I’m gonna start moving, that okay?” He whispered, you gave him a nod, and Ghost started thrusting into you. You move your hands from his back and wrap them around his neck, you start thrusting too. Ghost brings his arms around your hips, gripping them to keep them in place. “Shit…”
You could feel the pace slightly speed up, your heart was racing. You felt a wave of adrenaline coming over you, you moved your legs around, wrapping them around Ghost’s waist. Knowing that this was the last round before you felt like you were going to give in, you wanted to make the most of it.
Ghost let go of your hips, sliding one of his hands to your waist, the other moves up to your face. He cupped your cheek and you felt him looking at you once more. After having a loving staring competition with you for a few moments, Ghost closed in on your lips once more, started kissing you again, and to no surprise, he inserted his tongue. You let out a few muffled moans here and there whenever his tongue hit the right spot. Ghost pulled away and lowered his face into your neck and collarbone area, to his dismay, everything was covered by Price, Gaz, and Soap’s marks, leaving him no room.
“Seems like I didn’t pay attention to that part.” Ghost whispered, he looked back towards the other three men in the room, all of whom pretended not to see his stares. “I guess, we’ll have to find an alternative.”
Ghost moved his face lower, stopping at your upper chest. You felt his breath over your skin, but his eyes were looking at you, intensely. That’s when he decided to start leaving his marks. The mixture of the thrusts and his teeth made you burst suddenly, which Ghost noticed. He gave you a taunting look in his eyes, just like Soap, his lips never left your skin, just sliding his tongue around until he found a sensitive spot.
You felt Ghost thrust into you a bit deeper, but still keeping the same pace. You feel your nails scratching at his back and your toes curl at the overwhelming good feeling. “Si-Simon.” You say between breaths, Ghost pulls away from you, waiting for you to continue. “I-I’m getting close.”
Ghost gives you a nod. “Then, let’s make the most of it.” He kept the pace, still leaving marks on your chest until you felt it coming.
It happened seemingly so quickly, it came bursting out of you. A couple of raspy moans come out of you as you feel Ghost coming as well. You both look at each other, lovingly. Ghost collapses on you, landing in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him and give him a couple of “thank you”’s as he catches his breath. You let him stay there for a few moments before he decides it’s time for him to get up. You unwrap your arms from around him. Ghost brings his hand down to his cock, reaching for it, asking you if it’s okay to pull it out, a nod comes from you, and you feel it.
He moves his legs from around you and lays down on your right side. Price comes over to Ghost’s side with a warm, wet towel, handing it to him. “Clean her up.” Price said, slightly ordering him.
Ghost did so, all while whispering to you how good you did and thanking you. “Thank you for trusting us.”
“Thank you for taking care of me…for showing me what I mean to you.” You whisper back.
On your left, you feel the other half of men joining you, Price, and Ghost on the bed. Gaz wraps his arms around your left arm, hugging it like you were his lifeline. Soap reaches over Gaz and puts his hand into yours. On your right, Ghost wraps an arm around your waist, grabbing it softly, but protectively. Price had your right arm draped over Ghost, like Soap, he had your hand in his, but his thumb creasing over your knuckles.
“Who knew putting your life on the line for a country could lead to something like this?” You jokingly ask.
“I’m glad it happened that way.” Price said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it. The other three men nod in agreement.
“Thank you.” Gaz said, putting his face on your chest.
“I’m also glad, but glad that we didn’t scare you away, stoater.” Soap whispered, putting his face in your hand.
“Worth it…” Ghost whispered, like Gaz, putting his face in your chest.
It was silent for the rest of the night, but a good type of silent. You felt yourself falling asleep, you knew you were going to sleep good tonight, thanks to your additional lovers. Now, this was only the beginning of something that you’d never expect to happen, but all you knew was you didn’t mind waiting for them and as proven tonight, they didn’t mind waiting for you.
YOU’VE TAKEN CARE OF US, NOW ITS OUR TURN. ONESHOT, NSFW, 1/4
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing: poly!task force 141 x ftm!reader
continuation of this oneshot
i know this one didn’t win the poll i did, i just wanna show mtf readers some love😭afab readers are next
based off of answers from a survey i did, i will be using crotch and tdick interchangeably for reader’s lower region and little to no detail for reader’s chest area.
this is my first time writing a work for specifically trans readers, so if anything is inaccurate, please don’t hesitate to say anything. i, myself, am not.
this is my first time writing something fully nsfw so please cut me some slack if this is bad🪦
for now, i’m using samuel roukin as ghost’s face reference, but the description might be WAY off😭(i plan on making my own ghost headcanon face asp)
warnings: poly relationship, more than likely ooc tf141, reader sees ghost’s face for the first time, virgin reader, shy (when it comes to sex) reader, virginity loss (price takes it), affirmations, soft tf141, a lil hard dom ghost?, body worship, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), 141 rotating positions
word count: 5.7k
idk why but this song reminds me of tf141 and reader in nearly all fanfics. i recommend it as well.🫡
All you could feel were four mouths pressed against your skin. Soap was still kissing your inner thighs, Ghost still leaving love marks on the front of your neck, Kyle doing the same, except the back of your neck, and Price kissing your lips. Your heart was beating so fast, but you know that you’re in good hands. The kisses and the marks kept coming, until you felt Gaz stop.
“Hey.” His soft voice whispered in your ear. “Just wondering if you wanna go a bit further, this is entirely up to you.”
Almost immediately you felt yourself nod. “He said yes.” Gaz said, everything stopped.
Ghost brought himself up from your collarbone area, Soap looked up at you from between your legs, and Price put his forehead against yours.
“Are ye sure, stoater?” Soap whispered, you shyly nodded once more. “Use yo’r words.”
“I’m sure.” You said softly. “Just… be gentle.”
All four men said nothing, you assumed they were judging you. You immediately started apologizing. But, Price talked over your unnecessary apologies.
“We were just giving each other a silent understanding.” Price said, he brought his hand to your cheek, creasing it softly. “You tell us if we’re going too fast or too hard. Say “red,” we’ll stop, “yellow,” we take it slow, “green,” we keep it at a steady pace.”
“Okay.” You said, leaning your head into his hand. “Thank you.”
Price gives a nod before pulling his hand away, then eventually himself. The captain slides off the bed, it confuses you, but a voice takes your attention away from it.
“You sure you’re ready?” Ghost asked, you turn your head.
“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never had this much… attention.” You say, laughing with a slight hint of nervousness.
“Well, you’ve taken care of us, now it’s our turn.” (he said the thing!!) Gaz murmured from behind you, your heart pounding even more than ever. His hands suddenly reached for the bottom of your shirt, but he stopped. “Do you have a preference? Shirt on or off?”
“Off.” You whispered. Gaz’s hands gripped the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up, helping you get your arms through the sleeves, and finally over your head. Gaz placed your shirt to the side. You could feel Soap pulling at your underwear, silently asking for your approval for him to remove them. You whisper once more. “They can come off too.”
Soap brought his hands towards the hems of your underwear and gripped them, slowly removing them from your body, he let them fall. Then, he grabbed your legs, gently, placing them on his shoulders. You feel the cold air to your now exposed crotch. “Fuck, stoater, let me know when ye’re ready for me...” Soap whispered, he kissed your inner thighs.
“J-Just use your mouth, for now.” You let out, slightly embarrassed.
“Ye got it.” Soap said, bringing his face towards your tdick and he dove right in. Your hands clasped over your mouth, a couple of muffled, hitched breaths come out against them. You start to whine out, still muffled by your hands, Soap’s name, music to his ears. “Let it out, stoater.”
Ghost’s hands grip at yours. You felt his skin, he must’ve taken his gloves off, his hands felt cold. Ghost takes his grip on your hands and brings them away from your mouth. “Release yourself.” His tone sounded authoritative, but soft. You nodded and your voice, filled with pleasure, let out. Ghost releases one of your hands, then brings the other to his mouth, kissing it multiple times. “You’re doing great.” He murmured, his kisses dragged back up to your neck.
“Fuck…” You hitched, you leaned your back into Gaz’s chest. Ghost’s mouth never leave your neck, following you. Gaz’s hands wrap around your hips, rubbing them. He continues leaving kisses the back of your neck, whispering in your ear, you whisper his name. “Gaz.”
“How’re you feeling?” Gaz asks between kisses, you feel one of Gaz’s hands sliding down, stopped at your crotch area. “Mind if I help Johnny out?”
“A-Amazing…go ahead.”
You feel his fingers spread apart over your crotch, then two of his fingers were inserted in your tdick. The combination of Gaz’s finger and Johnny’s tongue was perfect for you. Your toes curled up and you arched your back into Gaz.
“You doing okay?” Gaz whispered in your ear, you give a single nod before you let out a few soft moans. “Let it out.”
Suddenly, you feel a familiar hand grabbing yours, Price. “Where… were you?” You asked between moans.
“…I was here, I like watching.” Price said, he crawled back into the bed. This time, less clothes, just his boxers were on. “Mind if I kiss you again?”
You shook your head, you bring a hand to Price’s cheek, dragging his face closer towards you. Your lips meet and immediately Price inserts his tongue in your mouth. His facial hair tickled against your face. Price brought one of his hands to your chest, caressing it.
You felt like you were going to melt with all the hot breaths that hit your skin. Soon enough, all you could hear was yourself. Everything was perfect, but you weren’t even halfway through it.
They rotated positions every so often, the only thing that stayed the same was that all their attention went to you. It was getting to where you started saying “yellow” every once in a while and every one of them listened, some more than others.
Soap made sure to continue with his soft, but firm kisses against your skin. His kisses would turn into markings, which would be very faint, but as long as you knew he was there, it didn’t matter to him. His hands never left your body, caressing every inch of it with his fingers. When he came into contact with your lips, he made sure you felt good, and you did. He would give you affirmations between kisses. How beautiful you looked, how well you were doing for your first time, and complimenting the noises that came out of your mouth. He was so gentle when it came to fingering you, his pace with your tdick was slow and steady. The best part to him was hearing the moans of his name that came from your mouth that would be muffled by who was busy kissing you.
Gaz was slightly rougher. Yes, his kisses were soft, just like Soap. His love marks would be visible, but he would kiss them, so they wouldn’t hurt you. His hands would also caress your body, only stopping when his hands came into contact with Soap’s. When it was his turn to kiss your lips, his tongue would move with ease as it made contact with yours, he wouldn’t fight for dominance, just kept it at a pace that you could keep up with. When he was between your legs, he never let a single drop go to waste. You couldn’t really hear him when he was down there, but he would whisper to himself. You could hear him moaning out your name, but it would be muffled because of his mouth being against your crotch.
Ghost was the roughest out of the four, but kept it at a manageable pace for you. You said “yellow” a bunch to him, hoping to make him stay in his place, but that didn’t always work. His marks were the most visible. Ghost would make you squirm the most, the way he did nearly everything differently than the rest. His pacing was fast but you could tell that he was trying to keep it at a constant rate for you. His fingering was at a fast place, making your toes curl at every curl of his fingers. When his face was between your legs, his grip on them were tight, his tongue, like his fingers, rough. And when it came to kissing you, he kept it at a pace that was impossible for you to keep up with, but you loved every second of it.
Price was in between. Gentle when he needed to be, but rough as well. His love marks were just as visible as Ghost’s, but took his time when he made them. His favorite part was being between your legs, the way he would look up at you when he ate your tdick. He swirled around his tongue slowly, making sure you would feel everything he had. When he was behind you, fingering, he gave you whispers of encouragement. His pace was slow, your body appreciate that, but when he was done, he brought his fingers to his mouth. He made sure you saw him, he would lick your juices off of them. A shudder came to you.
You were their god and they made sure you knew you had to be worshiped. When they were done, they give you a chance to catch your breath. The affirmations never stopped, they just kept coming.
“Ye did so well, stoater.” Soap said, running his fingers through your hair
“Agreed.” Gaz nodded, giving you pecks across your upper chest, up to your collarbone.
“…this body is so beautiful.” Ghost whispered, his hands rubbing across your knuckles
“I’m so proud of you.” Price also whispered, his arms were wrapped around your lower hips and his head was in your chest.
After a few moments of just staying like that, you asked them if they’d be okay taking turns again, this time, in you. The men all looked at you, their eyes slightly lit up.
“Are you sure?” Price asked. “I don’t want you to overwork yourself just for us.”
“I know I want this.” You assured the captain. “Please.” Your tone was desperate, you slightly cursed at yourself for that.
Almost immediately, three of them were quick to discard any piece of fabric that they still had on, except for their underwear. Price was already in his boxers.
They rearranged themselves, put pillows where they had all sat when your back was against their chests, and then you laid down, your head against the pillows. You laid there for a few moments, just giving them a chance to look at you, to admire you. When they were done, you have them the go ahead.
“Green…” You said.
To no surprise, Price was the first one. His boxers were long gone, giving you a peak at his cock. Your eyes widened, bro was huge. You see him crawling towards you, like a predator chasing his prey. “I’ll be gentle.” He assured, putting his forehead against yours. He grabbed his cock and put it against your hole’s entrance. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered, looking at you with the most gentle gaze ever.
After a few seconds of preparing yourself. “Green.” You let out.
You feel it being inserted in your hole. You immediately clasp your hand against your mouth in shock, you cry out his name, muffled against your hand.
“John.” You said, his first name slipped out of your mouth. He didn’t mind, in fact, he loved it. You remove your hands so you could let out your pants. “P-Please, don’t move yet...”
“I got you.” Price assured, letting you get used to his member. He cupped your cheek, his hand warmed your face up. “Tell me when you’re ready. And when you are, I’ll lead at your pace.”
“Okay…” You said. After a few moments, you gave him a “green.” “Go slow.”
Price understood and he started moving, his pace was slow and steady, perfect for you. He took his time with thrust, so you could savor each and every one of them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, then your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. Your head goes into his neck, he feels your breath against his collarbone. You clamp your teeth into his skin, an attempt to hold back your various cries of pleasure. Price wheezes at the pain, but he doesn’t seem to mind it after a while. A mark left by you was perfectly fine with him.
“You’re doing perfect.” Price whispered, in your ear. “God, you’re so pretty underneath me.”
He continued for a while, the pace never quickened or slowed. You felt like you were on cloud nine the whole time Price was inside your hole. You soon realized that you were almost done with Price.
“J-John, I’m gonna-“ You say, you feel it coming, finally, it released from you. Not only did you feel yours, but you felt Price’s.
Price stopped when both of you came, but his cock stayed in you. He put his forehead against yours, both of his hands were cupping your cheeks. “How was that, love?” He asked, pecking kisses on your cheeks. You give him assuring nods and whisper “thank you” to him.
“I’m gonna pull out, okay?” Price whispered, you give a nod. His hand reaches down to your hole’s entrance, then pulls his cock out. A twitch came over your body as he did so. Your hole felt cold, but you waited painfully for the next person’s turn. “You need anything?”
You nod your head. “Can you clean me up?” You asked, Price immediately grabbed a cloth. He brought it to your hole and started rubbing, it felt gentle to you. It took him a little while, but Price cleaned up the mess. “Thank you, John.” You look at him with a thankful smile.
Price gave your forehead a peck before climbing off the bed. “Anytime, love.” When he gets off the bed, he walks over towards the other three men. But, you stop him before he leaves completely.
“John.” You call out his name again, his bead turns to you. “Thank you, for being patient with me.”
“Anytime, love…” Price said, after giving you a small nod, he started to head back towards the other men. You heard him say a couple words to them. Price tells them not to overwhelm you too much. The trio of men nodded in understanding, they give you a few moments to catch your breath before you’re filled up once again. You feel a warm hand wrap around yours, your eyes meet with a soft brown gaze.
“Gaz.” You whisper.
“Hey, sweet boy.” He said, bringing his other hand to your cheek. Gaz climbs on the bed, his face closing in on yours. “How are you feeling?”
“Cold…” You say.
“Good thing I know how to change that.” He said, giving you a teasing smile. You roll your eyes at him, but you laugh at him. He removes his hands from your face and brings them to his boxers and he pulls them down. You see his member, like Price, he’s big. “I’d like to try something.”
You give him a curious look.
“I’ll show you, but if you’d like to keep it simple, we can keep you like this.” Gaz assured, you shook your head. “You sure?”
“Yeah, let’s try it…” You gave an affirming nod. Gaz’s eyes lit up.
“Okay.” He said with a smile, he sits up, crossing his legs, but a whole bunch of room for you to see his member. He instructs you to climb into his lap and put your legs between his body and then wrap them. Your arms around him, specifically his neck. Gaz does the same, but he only has one hand around you, the other is around his cock. “Alright, just tell me when.”
“Green, just d-don’t move...”
You feel that feeling again against your hole, letting out a couple curses. Your grip on Gaz tightened as you both adjusted yourselves. He didn’t move like you asked, he just looked at you with the most loving gaze you’d ever seen.
“I’m gonna go slow.” Gaz said, removing his hand from his member to your cheek. You looked at him, nodding. “I’m gonna grab your ass with my hands, then we’re both going to thrust into each other.”
You nodded at the instructions. Gaz brings down his hands towards your ass and you tighten your arms that are around Gaz’s neck still in preparation. You give Gaz the go ahead and almost immediately, he starts. You feel his body thrusting into yours, which makes you do the same. The pace was just like Price’s, slow and steady. You felt yourself slowly bouncing on his cock, then using your grip on him to pull yourself closer to him. Gaz did the same, just his grip was on your ass. You were more vocal this time, cries of pleasure came from your mouth.
“K-Kyle, can you go a little deeper? If you can.”
The sudden first name from you caught him off guard, but Gaz had your full attention at your request. A nod comes from him and the thrusts become more intense, but you felt good. He called out your name a couple times, praising you for everything you did. Just as you feel like it had just started, you feel like you’re about to cum again.
“Yellow—!” You scream out, you feel yourself being released once more. Gaz’s thrusts slow down to a lower pace. You keep on thrusting as well for a few more moments, but not for much longer. You feel yourself climaxing. “Red…”
Gaz immediately stops, he plops down on his back, with his arms still around you, you go down with him. His member is still inside you and when you land on top of him, you feel it. Gaz comes to a climax as well and it comes out slowly. “Shit…” Gaz curses. You find yourself bringing his face closer to yours and you start pecking all over his face.
“Thank you.” You said, Gaz gives you a smile.
“‘Course…” Gaz says, he reaches for his cock and grasps it with his hand. “Can I pull it out?”
You give a nervous nod, Gaz notices this and gives you kisses on your neck as he readies you. It happens and you let out a couple of gasps. Gaz still has his arms wrapped around you, flipping you over on your back. He unwraps himself from you, you do the same.
“You did so good, sweet boy.” Gaz said, taking your hand and gently kissing it. “Wanna be cleaned up?”
“Y-Yeah.” You nod, slightly overstimulated. .
Price hands Gaz a clean rag, the second one of the night. You feel it against your hole, cleaning up the mess around it. They didn’t want to overwhelm your body so quickly. Once it’s all cleaned up, you feel Gaz pulling away, getting off the bed, not completely. Before sliding off, he gives you one last kiss.
“Thank you for letting me do that.” Gaz said.
“Thank you for taking care of me…” You say back.
“Of course.” Gaz said.
The second Gaz left you, you feel someone’s warm hand cupping your cheek. The hand’s temperature lets you immediately know who it was. “Soap.” You call out to the Scot. His eyes light up when his name comes out of your mouth.
“Hey, stoater.” Soap said, he brings his face closer, another forehead against yours. “Holdin’ up okay?”
“For the most part.” You laugh softly.
“Do we need to—?” Soap started, but you interrupted him.
“No, I’m okay.” You assured him.
“Okay, but if ye are, ye let me know.” He looked at you sternly, you gave a nod. “Ye have a preference? Top or bottom?”
“Bottom.” You answer, eyes looking at him.
“Alright.” Soap nodded. He started removing his boxers, exposing himself to you.
You feel yourself embracing what’s about to come, part of you didn’t know how much more you could take and another part was surprised at the way things had turned out for the five of you. Soap noticed your mixture of emotions in your face, him cupping your face brought you back from your thoughts.
“What’s goin’ on in that head, stoater?” Soap asked.
“I’m still in shock about this whole thing.” You answered, the Scot felt a bit conflicted by the words coming from you, were you having trouble with the sudden outcome? But, when you specified your answer, Soap felt more assured. “I didn’t know you could love this many people…”
Soap smiled at you and gave a couple of pecks all over your face. “Well, ye can and so can we.” He assured you this time, continuing pecking you.
“Thank you.” You whispered, though the thanks was directed towards all four of them. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Yo’re not making me wait, stoater.” Soap said, still cupping your cheek. “We do this at yo’r pace.”
“Johnny.” You say his first name, him assuring you made you feel better about everything. “I don’t deserve you.”
“What?”
“I don’t deserve you.” You repeated.
“Let me prove you wrong…” Soap said, part seductively, part seriously.
The Scot comes closer to you, he puts you between his legs, your legs over his shoulders. His hand gripped his cock, holding it near the entrance of your hole, waiting for your answer. “I’m ready when ye are.”
“One second…” You begin to adjust yourself, getting yourself at a comfortable position. After a few seconds of mental preparation, you give Soap the nod of approval. “P-Put it in, please.”
The next thing you know, you feel Soap’s cock insert in your hole. A groan comes out of your mouth, same as Soap. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Wan’ me to start movin’?” Soap asks gently. You breathe in a few times before nodding your head. The Scot starts moving.
You feel the thrusts start, you start moving as well. “Am I doing this right?” You asked between breaths.
You give him a quiet “thanks,” still trying to concentrate on what’s going on right now. You feel like you’re about to burst. Soap makes sure each thrust is deep, but it doesn’t hurt you. At this very moment, all he cares about is your pleasure.
You feel the Scot’s head lower down a bit, his stubble tickles your upper chest. Soap’s mouth grasped your skin, he started sucking. He did this all while thrusting into you.
Soap’s mouth never left your upper chest and collarbones, his tongue guided across each of them. You gave into the feeling and let the moans, which to your dismay made Soap get even more bold. When you tried to cover them up, Soap only brought his hand to your wrist and held them down. His fingers creased across your skin until they met with your fingers, interlocking them.
“Don’t hide your voice.” The Scot said, the smuggest ass grin appeared on his face.
“Fucking tease.” You cursed at Soap, whose grin only widened.
Soap went back to leaving marks on your upper chest, adding on from Price and Gaz. At this point, you couldn't tell which of the marks were whose. Soap’s thrusts were slowly growing faster and you could tell that you were about to climax soon.
“Johnny.” You say, he stops leaving his marks and looks at you with his full attention. “Go faster, just a little bit.”
“Alright.” He nodded, the Scot picked up the pace. He angled himself, putting his hands on either side of your head. You feel your nails clawing against Soap’s back, which he winced at. “Ye gettin’ there?”
“J-Just about.” You answer between breaths. You both let out moans and groans, Soap leans down into you, your mouths meets and he inserts his tongue into your mouth. You feel like you’re about to explode, and eventually you do. “Red…!”
You calling the color makes him stop. Disconnecting his lips from yours, he looks at you with loving eyes. You heavily breathe in and out, your hand weakly moving towards his cheeks. “Are you okay?” Soap asked, his hand wraps around your arm, which was holding his cheek, supporting it from falling.
“Never better.” You nodded.
“Ye were amazing, stoater.” Soap said.
“Thank you, I’m sorry, though.” You apologized. “I didn’t last as long as I thought I would.”
“Well, don’t be…I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now and I’m glad it happened the way it did.” Soap assured you.
“Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
Soap gives you a forehead kiss. “Ye ready for me to pull out?” He asked, a nod came from you.
The Scot puts his hand around his cock, he gently pulls it out of your hole. The feeling is slightly overwhelming for you. You feel your climax around your crotch area. Before you knew it, Soap had a washcloth in his hand. He put the washcloth against your crotch, cleaning away the climax.
“There ye go.” Soap said, finishing up cleaning. You heard someone else’s footsteps coming closer to you. You knew exactly who it was. “I think someone’s eager.”
“You seem like you have enough for another round, Johnny.” You heard Ghost’s voice threaten. Soap went quiet after that, he mumbled a quiet “I love ye” to you, which you returned, before he hurried away. Ghost’s eyes met with yours, a wave of nervousness came over you, he noticed it. “Will I overwhelm you?”
“No.” You shake your head. “I’ll be okay, just go at a pace I can keep up with.”
Ghost nodded, he climbed on the bed, putting his legs between your body. He reached for your legs, spreading them, his legs dragged as well as he opened your legs to see your enterance. Like all the other men, Ghost’s cock was waiting at your entrance, waiting for your call. Then, Ghost’s hands go for his mask, you assumed he would only have it up to the top of his nose, but he took it completely off, surprising you.
You feel familiar tired brown eyes eyeing you down, something that you’ve seen before, but the rest of his face was new to you. Ghost had brown hair, swooping to the right side of his face. He had a prominent nose with a straight bridge and a long chin, and a defined Cupid’s bow mouth. Ghost’s face was covered by scars in all sorts of ways. You kept looking at his face, taking it all in.
“Is this what you expected?” Ghost asked.
“No, not really. I did expect more eyebags.” You teased, Ghost rolled his eyes and did a fake laugh. You went back to staring at his face for a few moments longer. “I love it.”
Ghost gave a simple nod, but you knew that he meant it as a “thank you.” Ghost began bringing his face close to yours, he stopped when he got closer, silently asking for your permission. A nod comes from you, and he brings you in.
It starts off slow, Ghost’s tongue enters your mouth and you feel like he’s trying to keep it at a pace that you can keep up with, but he struggles to do so. You can tell, Ghost’s kisses become more desperate than you expected.
“Ghost-“ You start to say, but Ghost’s lips leave yours.
“Call me Simon.” His tone was stern, but a small bit of desperation had let out. “I’ve waited long enough to hear you say my actual name.”
The sudden change of tone caught you off guard, but you nod at him. “How long?” You curiously asked and raised an eyebrow.
Ghost realized his desperation, he cursed at himself quietly. “I apologize, I just—“ He begins, but you stop him this time.
“Simon, it’s okay.” You cup his cheek. “I’m glad you’re not bottling up your feelings…I won’t lie when I say I’ve been desperate for this for a while now.”
Ghost’s eyes were locked on yours. “Is it okay if I show you?” An affirmative nod comes from you. “Tell me when to stop…”
His mouth connects with yours again, immediately inserting his tongue in your mouth. You feel chills when he does that. His tongue’s movement suddenly becomes faster, easily beating yours in a dance of dominance. (LMAO IS THIS A CRINGY THING TO SAY??) His hand grabs the back of your head, lifting your head up a bit, his other one holding your waist in place.
You take your hands and wrap them around Ghost’s neck, pulling him closer as well. You and Ghost keep adjusting your heads to keep the connection. After a few moments, Ghost pulls away, putting his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting…” Ghost apologizes. “Can we start?”
“It’s all good.” You assure, then you give Ghost a nod of approval “Yeah, we can.”
“Okay…” Ghost said, he started grabbing for his cock, readying for another approval from you for him to push in. He could tell you were preparing yourself for the last round. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” You say after a few moments. You feel Ghost pushing himself into your hole, your arms wrap around him, and your hands grip tightly to his back. You curse softly at the feeling of Ghost in you. “Fuck, Simon.”
“I’m gonna start moving, that okay?” He whispered, you gave him a nod, and Ghost started thrusting into you. You move your hands from his back and wrap them around his neck, you start thrusting too. Ghost brings his arms around your hips, gripping them to keep them in place. “Shit…”
You could feel the pace slightly speed up, your heart was racing. You felt a wave of adrenaline coming over you, you moved your legs around, wrapping them around Ghost’s waist. Knowing that this was the last round before you felt like you were going to give in, you wanted to make the most of it.
Ghost let go of your hips, sliding one of his hands to your waist, the other moves up to your face. He cupped your cheek and you felt him looking at you once more. After having a loving staring competition with you for a few moments, Ghost closed in on your lips once more, started kissing you again, and to no surprise, he inserted his tongue. You let out a few muffled moans here and there whenever his tongue hit the right spot. Ghost pulled away and lowered his face into your neck and collarbone area, to his dismay, everything was covered by Price, Gaz, and Soap’s marks, leaving him no room.
“Seems like I didn’t pay attention to that part.” Ghost whispered, he looked back towards the other three men in the room, all of whom pretended not to see his stares. “I guess, we’ll have to find an alternative.”
Ghost moved his face lower, stopping at your upper chest. You felt his breath over your skin, but his eyes were looking at you, intensely. That’s when he decided to start leaving his marks. The mixture of the thrusts and his teeth made you burst suddenly, which Ghost noticed. He gave you a taunting look in his eyes, just like Soap, his lips never left your skin, just sliding his tongue around until he found a sensitive spot.
You felt Ghost thrust into you a bit deeper, but still keeping the same pace. You feel your nails scratching at his back and your toes curl at the overwhelming good feeling. “Si-Simon.” You say between breaths, Ghost pulls away from you, waiting for you to continue. “I-I’m getting close.”
Ghost gives you a nod. “Then, let’s make the most of it.” He kept the pace, still leaving marks on your chest until you felt it coming.
It happened seemingly so quickly, it came bursting out of you. A couple of raspy moans come out of you as you feel Ghost coming as well. You both look at each other, lovingly. Ghost collapses on you, landing in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him and give him a couple of “thank you”’s as he catches his breath. You let him stay there for a few moments before he decides it’s time for him to get up. You unwrap your arms from around him. Ghost brings his hand down to his cock, reaching for it, asking you if it’s okay to pull it out, a nod comes from you, and you feel it.
He moves his legs from around you and lays down on your right side. Price comes over to Ghost’s side with a warm, wet towel, handing it to him. “Clean him up.” Price said, slightly ordering him.
Ghost did so, all while whispering to you how good you did and thanking you. “Thank you for trusting us.”
“Thank you for taking care of me…for showing me what I mean to you.” You whisper back.
On your left, you feel the other half of men joining you, Price, and Ghost on the bed. Gaz wraps his arms around your left arm, hugging it like you were his lifeline. Soap reaches over Gaz and puts his hand into yours. On your right, Ghost wraps an arm around your waist, grabbing it softly, but protectively. Price had your right arm draped over Ghost, like Soap, he had your hand in his, but his thumb creasing over your knuckles.
“Who knew putting your life on the line for a country could lead to something like this?” You jokingly ask.
“I’m glad it happened that way.” Price said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it. The other three men nod in agreement.
“Thank you.” Gaz said, putting his face on your chest.
“I’m also glad, but glad that we didn’t scare you away, stoater.” Soap whispered, putting his face in your hand.
“Worth it…” Ghost whispered, like Gaz, putting his face in your chest.
It was silent for the rest of the night, but a good type of silent. You felt yourself falling asleep, you knew you were going to sleep good tonight, thanks to your additional lovers. Now, this was only the beginning of something that you’d never expect to happen, but all you knew was you didn’t mind waiting for them and as proven tonight, they didn’t mind waiting for you.
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i will be making “the morning after” scene later, so i apologize if the ending is very abrupt here💔thank you guys for being patient with me, i hope y’all like this. the other variants should be out soon, THABK YOU.
cw: main character death (not you), small bit of smut towards the end
simon looks for johnny in you. looks at the little baby girl, rosie, you have bouncing on your hip and can only see johnny's eyes, his dark hair, his tan skin. he knows his death has been hard on you, bags under your eyes becoming more prominent as the days go on.
you cry to him, telling him how you just wanted johnny to see her grow up, how you begged him to quit the second she was born. he only got to see her for three months before he was sent away again, another month before price showed up at your door, delivering the news that johnny hadn't made it.
simon heard the scream from the car outside, the need to run to you overwhelming as he shook in the drivers seat. knew price's heart was shattering just as much as him. he couldn't control himself, he was selfish, barrelling past price to wrap you in his arms as you sobbed, softly whispering 'i'm sorry' over and over like it was a prayer for him to come back.
your postpartum depression hits harder when you don't have anyone around, so simon always brings you food whenever he can. helps you get in the shower as he holds your baby girl in his arms. johnny's baby girl. he hopes johnny would be proud of him taking care of his bird.
his resignation comes not even a month after johnny's death, needing to be the stability that had gone missing in your life. when he finally tells you, you break down in tears all over again. pulling him in so tightly that he can feel each sob rip through your body. rosie is screaming in the background, but all you can focus on is the warmth of the man in front of you, the kindness of what used to be a stranger.
slowly but surely, simon gets closer to you, and you let him. sharing the wild stories of how you and johnny first met, the intimate details of your first date, how johnny had made love to you that night, sealing the two of you together for what you had hoped to be eternity.
simon starts sleeping on the couch, waking up and taking care of rosie when she wakes up in the middle of the night, finally letting you sleep through a full night. you wake up most of the time to simon making you breakfast, whether it be a hearty platter or just a bowl of cereal, the first time he did it had the waterworks going again.
"i don't deserve you simon, thank you so much." you say between sobs, taking the plate in your shaking hands as you try to keep quiet, not wanting to wake the baby. simon bites his tongue, wanting to tell you just how much easier it is to grieve with you.
he knows you're afraid of change ever since johnny's passing, wanting to be the same woman that johnny last saw. you can't count the tears you've cried, having daily fits that you thought would pass as time goes by, hoping it would be easier as the weeks go by.
you finally get sick of seeing simon on the couch, telling him that it can't be comfortable to sleep on such a tiny thing, inviting him into your bedroom. he hadn't ever seen the room, out of respect for you and johnny, and when he does he almost breaks.
there's pictures of you and johnny everywhere, your wedding picture on the bedside table, a couple of johnny's t-shirts scattered around the room. it's the first time simon really lets himself shed a tear, falling onto his knees as he grabs one of johnny's shirts, breaking down when he can faintly smell the scotsman.
you rush over to him, getting to your knees and wrapping your arms around him like he always did to you. it's only then that simon realizes how much you feel like home. how the two of you have bonded over the one thing you had in common, johnny.
you get him a new pillow at his request, knowing you sleep with johnny's in your arms every night. and as simon settled in the bed, he tried to stay far away from you, out of respect for johnny. but as you get in yourself, you sandwich the pillow between the two of you and grab simon to pull him closer.
"he would've wanted this, he talked about you all the time." you whispered, resting your forehead against his. this time, when simon falls asleep, it's with tears drying on his face and happy memories of johnny filling his mind, he doesn't have nightmares that night.
he watches as rosie laughs for the first time, watches as she passes her first milestone, rolling over on her own at the age of five months. he knows just how proud johnny would be of her, making sure to send the video to the team group chat, not knowing that you watch the notification come through johnny's phone, the three of them not having the heart to remove him.
it takes two more months before the pillow gets removed between the two of you, it doesn't smell like johnny anymore, and your nightmares still haven't stopped. so simon holds you against his body, running his fingers through your hair even as you shake and cry in your sleep, he watches over you.
in those months rosie learns how to sit up by herself, learns how to scoot along the floor and starts to make motions of crawling. she tries her first solids, johnny's favorite meal that you sobbed while making. it's that night that simon finds your hands lingering just a little too long, pulling away to look into your eyes, nothing but concern in his,
"what are you doing, birdie." he whispers, and you simply burst into tears, crying about how you miss feeling loved by someone, how johnny made love to you the night before you left. and simon, simon is a weak man. letting his hands softly roam and grasp your body. listening to your small mewls as he moves further down.
simon hasn't had sex in months, not since johnny's death, not when taking care of you. usually, simon was a rough lover, grunts and a quick pace to get the job done. but with you, simon was patient, kissed away your tears and asked if you wanted to keep going over and over to make sure you were okay.
he takes his time, working you up with his fingers, thumb circling around your clit as you softly begged him for more. his hands wander your skin, fingers messing with your soft breasts, full of milk for the child sleeping just a few rooms over. he gets you ready, gently opening your thighs to plant himself between them.
when simon enters you for the first time, he groans lowly, swearing he sees johnny's smile behind his eyes, like the scotsman was giving him the okay to continue. that night, simon makes love for the first time, withholding a growl when you beg him to come inside. for once, your dreams aren't filled with nightmares, they're filled with visions of the four of you. rosie, johnny, simon, and you as a big happy family. you awake the next morning with dried tears on your face, mourning the reality you were forced to face.
and when that pregnancy test turns out to be positive a month later, it just so happens to be the same day rosie utters the words "mama."
A/N: guys i'm so sorry, seasonal depression is hitting like a bitch and grief is hard
