#johnny mactavish

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john price

𑣲⋆ how he expects you to greet him when he comes home

𑣲⋆ first time trying doggystyle but his cock is so big :(

𑣲⋆ john minutes after he told you he was too old for you

𑣲⋆ this is what goes on in the many meetings he has with his young and beautiful secretary

𑣲⋆ how he punishes his little girl when she goes out to a party he didn't give her permission to go to

simon riley

𑣲⋆ how stalker!simon takes you for the first time

𑣲⋆ he told you he wouldn't be gentle!

𑣲⋆ simon takes you on hikes only for you to always end up like this

𑣲⋆ pronebone is one of his favorite positions

𑣲⋆ masturbation is a private way for simon to lose some control and relax

kyle garrick

𑣲⋆ kyle has an obsession with slapping his cock on your clit

𑣲⋆ he loves showing you how strong he is :)

𑣲⋆ kyle's always so determined to breed you

𑣲⋆ cop!kyle sharing the local prostitute with his cop buddy

𑣲⋆ the easiest way to get kyle to fall in love is to ride him

johnny mactavish

𑣲⋆ the videos johnny sends you when he's deployed

𑣲⋆ he gets so needy sometimes that he refuses to waste time to remove clothes and settles on grinding against your ass

𑣲⋆ he doesn't care if you have a pussy or dick, just let him go feral on the holes you do have

𑣲⋆ how johnny fucks you after swearing he's a gentleman

𑣲⋆ to johnny, sex toys are friends, not foe

[rawme-price]

Thinking about omega!reader terrorizing everyone on base because your heat is around the corner and your mate isn't here...

Truly, you're a monster without your mate.

You know damn well price knows your schedule, because you explicitly tell him not to send your mate around that time. No amount of "the mission couldn't wait" or "he's essential to the success." Did anything to stop you from growling at price every moment you could, instincts screaming about something you can't have.

People would rather take the long loop around the outside of base than pass by your office out of fear of coming across you. You made one of the mechanic cry last week, omega pheromones raging and fucking with everyone's instincts even through the scent blockers.

It's clear to everyone that you're on the verge, pacing constantly and glaring at anything that moves. Price is smart enough not to intervene, but he did cancel you from sparring after ghosts alpha pheromones got a bit too aggressive and had you taking a chunk out of his forearm with your teeth.

So really, everyone's happy when the heli finally lands.

You're practically purring for the first time in days, eyes glued to the lowering ramp. The moment you spot Johnny You're across the landing in second, calling "johnny! Johnny, are you okay?"

Holding him at arms length, short claws digging into his shoulders and nearly burning at the first touch of your mate. You scan him up and down, only for soap to chuckle and lean in to scent your neck "ahm' okay, mate. No' hurt at all."

"Good." You smile, sweetly scenting him too, then promptly shoving him onto the ramp he still stood on. Varying sounds of judgement sound from behind while you settle on top of soaps lap, grinding down and nearly losing it just at that. "I'm gonna fuckin' break you, johnny. Never leave like that again, got it?"

You feel soaps dick twitch under you, hips involuntarily jerking with a reverent "okay."

The rest of the team, knowing you'll tear out a throat if anyone tries to stop you right now, makes quick work of vacating the area. Gaz shouts something from across the space, and soap purrs and tosses a thumbs-up, but you could care less.

Right now, you have nights of bonding to make-up for.

For the nonny who wanted more soap, sorry I've neglected him :<

[ghouljams]

John "6 ft on tinder" Mactavish who has always gotten the short end of the stick from the rest of the 141 for being 5'11". who has seen and heard beautiful women excuse all kinds of behavior just because they have to look up at Ghost or Price. who has had Gaz pat his shoulder one too many times and tell the bird he's chatting up, "man's lying about his height." and who is frankly, fucking tired of it. watching with barely disguised malice as Gaz (who is barely over 6'!! the nerve of that man!!) hits on you at the bar, strikes out. and is immediately replaced by Price, then Ghost, each man taller than the last. each one gauranteed the lay if only because of his height, sulking back to their seat after less than a minutes conversation with you.

"the height not workin' out fer ya, ya deciduous bastards?" Soap grumbles.

"bird doesnt date horses," Ghost grunts.

"they what?" Soap's mouth twitches.

"don't date horses," Price grumbles, his lighter sparking pathetically as he tries to light his cigar.

"and that means?"

"Anyone over 6 foot," Gaz slumps, tipping the last dregs of his pint back and forth in the glass.

Soap nearly vaults the table, scrambling to spin you from the bar and announce,

"Ahm 5' 11"!"

you bite your lip hard against your grin, its the sweetest thing he's ever seen.

"could wear tall heels around me and ah won't complain," he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, "the horses have me well trained lookin' up."

"how about from your knees?" you laugh, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loops.

he drops before you even get the chance.

[llliissyyy]

Price inviting the team over to his house to meet his lovely wife and his sweetheart daughter.

His daughter only living there at the moment after a nasty break up and not being able to find a new apartment immediately.

Prices wife welcoming the guys at the door and letting them into the warm house.

The boys take off their shoes after misses Price tells them to. Then they look at the stairs seeing a sweet and beautiful woman descending them.

Soap’s mouth falls open, Gaz’s eyes widen while he is actively trying to keep his mouth closed and Ghost drops his jacket when he tried to just put it on the hook.

“Hey, I’m …” you beam at the men that collectively think:

We’re fucked and not the good kind.

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Price is over 50 in this and his daughter is like 23.

[im-not-a-pleeb]

I don't even know what to title this bro, but basically: would they prefer their partner shaved or nah?

I had this in my drafts for a few days and then I saw @luxcuriousao3 make a post that was near EXACTLY the same as this one 😭🙏. Down to the details, too, which is crazy. I'm going to post this anyway, but please don't think I'm copying them (I'm not). We both happen to know ball when it comes to fictional men and their fictional preferences lmao. We're on the same wavelength

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What about their own grooming habits?

John loves a good bush. It's not even inherently sexual either, he just likes the intimacy of running his fingers through your curls. He enjoys the sensation and you both find it soothing after sex (whoever said Price is autistic, I see you). He's a bush man at heart and I stand by that, but if you prefer to shave? He's doing it for you. He just likes taking care of you and he doesn't want you getting nicked, or burnt if you wax. He's got plenty of experience with shaving his facial hair, so you can trust you're in steady hands.

Kyle would go crazy for a landing strip. He considers it the best of both worlds because he loves feeling skin on bare skin, but he also loves the contrast that the small patch of hair gives. He swears it makes the rest of you feel even smoother. Gaz would enjoy helping you maintain it, finding it cute to switch up the shape sometimes with a diamond or a heart. He'd be obsessed with rubbing his thumb along the strip, tracing the edges of the shape and caressing you.

Johnny will actually cry if you go bald. Genuinely. Even if you only trim or shape it a little; he's in tears. It's ridiculous how fast he switches up, though, because it turns out that he loves seeing how your bare skin glistens when you get aroused with nothing in the way. Still, when you grow it back he'll be all up in there, murmuring about how much he missed your bush like it had sentience of its own.

Simon is the most impartial. I think all of them are to some degree, but Ghost is the most vocal about how your comfort comes first. He wants you to keep yourself however you prefer. Trimmed is good, shaved is fine, completely natural is perfect. Having said that, his favourite is when he gets to feel just how soft your skin is after you're freshly shaved. He thinks it's precious to feel something so delicate because a lot of his skin is rough, callused, and scarred. Like John, Simon enjoys getting lost in the tactile of casual intimacy, simply stroking the crease of your inner thigh like a worry stone.

Masterlist

[prettybird-ie]

ghost was plain nasty with his bird.

groping your thighs just beneath the cut of your lawlessly short skirt. begging you to wear those lower dip tops he splurged on, always with the notion youd be able to show off the best of the purple bruises around your chest.

feeling you up for the entire bar to see, sultry brown irises darkening a shade as he hears your breathing shift. it was nice he invited the rest of the team for a little more. least he couldve done, who would he be to send them home with aching tension?

yanking you by the scalp and pushing the middle of your back into the nastiest arch they had ever seen. moving to grip your jaw, holding it open as saliva ran down your chin and eyes rolled into the high sky.

licking up your maw, other paw circling your clit as each drive home made your throat a little scratchier. burn more vivid.

kyle gripped himself, legs twitching from self overstimulation. johnny grunting into your panties he snagged when ghost tossed them. price gripping your dresser with blunt nails, sweat slick and creating equally as wet noises as that around him.

touching was for simon alone. but looking? he could share a little.

[baohanhanesel]

Riley w Simon !!

This is Soap's wallpaper btw

[angel444riley]

husband!ghost x reader !

genre: sfw. fluff

warnings: none

“fuckin’ hell!”

“what’s wrong?” you run out of the kitchen, eyes wide, gripping the pastry brush like a weapon- as if he’d need it.

simon curses again, eyes fixed on the wooden pieces in his hands, the instructions paper in shreds at his feet. “this fucking coffee..” he looks up at you and his eyebrows furrow. “what are you doing?”

you mirror his expression. “nothing, i came out here because i heard you yell and-“

“what’s on your face, love?”

at his gentle tone, you turn to face the mirror only to see your doe-eyed reflection staring back at you, cheeks and nose smudged with a white powder. “oh.”

“'s flour. I’m baking that pie you like so much.”

his eyes. light. up.

literally.

and suddenly he’s forgotten all about the stupid coffee table that was giving him hell. he drops all the pieces and walks over to you, pulling you close to his side as he guides you into the kitchen.

“you made the sauce yet?”

“you mean the filling? yeah, it’s- simon!”

in a second he’s gone from by your side and in the kitchen ‘taste-testing’.

“wot?”

you have to press your hand to your mouth to forcibly stop yourself from laughing — because there he was, the big & scary, powerful and silent ghost, lips smeared with berry pie filling as he licked the giant spoon.

“it’s not done yet, si!”

“tastes done to me.”

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