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[somedeadmoth]

(This is inspired by a post my lord and savior @machveil made. not proof read, it was 1 am at the time this was written)

THE NOSE BLEED (ghost: hematolangia/ blood kink)

Ghost had a pretty average day so far, did his morning patrol, filled out some paper work for Laswell, had his run, saw you doubled over a trash can with blood shooting from your nose as he passed your room, about to go make so tea-wait a second...He slowly steps back until you came back into view, he slowly pushed your ajar door open with his foot to get a better look at this beautiful sight.

There you are, hands braced on both sides of the trash can, surrounded by tissues soaking in blood, one currently held up to your spewing nose. He watched with the gaze of a hungry cat that just found his mouse as blood flowed through the tissue and got into your mouth, you spat it out with a sight cough of disgust. To you? gross, icky. To ghost? he's never seen something so erotic, he imagines you bleeding all over the base of his cock as you took it down your throat.

Once you finally noticed him he's in a daze, starring at you with such intense eyes, you could practically see how beat red his face was though the mask. What you seemed to miss tho was the fact his cock was straining against his zipper so hard it felt like it was gonna break.

"ye' alrigh'?" he manages to croak out in a deep gravely tone, his accent thickening ever so not sightly.

"yeah I'll be fine, it happens from time to time. uh you alright lieutenant?"

He didn't register a word you said in the slightest, no he was to busy watching the blood still trickling down your face, onto the soaked tissue, and reaching your fingers. You groan in annoyance and drop the now soaked tissue into the trash can before reaching for the box of tissues. He's there in an instant, snatching the box away and you both just stare at each other for a moment before he clears his throat and gingerly pulls one out.

"ahem...let me 'elp hm?"

He gently pressed the tissue to your nose, keeping it there as the blood stains start forming, and you both stay like that, it doesn't take to long for the tissue to be dyed a deep red but he doesn't pull away, he's lets the blood seep through so its now running down his fingers as well as your top lip.

"think that ones done Lt." you say with a slow slightly amused expression.

"oh..right :("

He frowns a bit behind the mask and has to force himself to pull his fingers away. He keeps the tissue gripped tightly in his hand. You turn back to the trash can for just a moment so you could spit the blood from your mouth again but the when you turn back he's gone, just gone, he vanished, like a ghost. (hehe get it?)

He slams his barracks door shut behind him self, tosses his mask onto the floor, clicks the lock into place and climbs onto his bed, he gets on his knees and bury's his face in his pillow with a desperate whine. He shoves his bloody and into his mouth while the other hand with your bloody tissue in it snakes into his pants. He wraps the tissue around his rock hard cock with a plea of you name and starts pumping it slowly, smearing your blood all over himself while sucking his fingers. yeah...a real freak that one...uh good night. THIS IS PART 1 OF A SERIES IM DOING, THE 141 BOYS WEIRD KINKS, PRICES ON BLOG GAZ AND SOAP COMING SOON

[mothmansbigfatass]

WELL

Chapter one of my radioapple fic is finally up!

Stay tuned for jealousy, pinning, and way too many bad excuses for someone's company

ENJOY

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[somedeadmoth]

BABY BOY (mommykink!Simon Riley x fem!reader P1 of 3)

(not proof read/ reader is plus size)

You were in the kitchen finally tackling the pile of dishes that had been building up the last few days when you heard it, first the engine humming before dying out with a huff, then the car door shutting, last its the front door opening. you smile bright and turn the water tap off before pulling off the rubber gloves. you turn around to go greet your beloved husband but instead you slam right into his hard chest, the sneaky bastard was already right behind you.

Once you get yourself together you look up at him, the first thing you notice is that he hasn't even taken his boots off, big duffle bag in his hand, and weirdest of all that corny mask is still on his pretty face. you frown and reach up to gently touch his clothed face, you look into his eyes, there so red and hollow, there not your husbands eyes, there "ghosts" eyes. you can see all the tension seething under his forced calm, the way his shoulders are practically up to his ears makes your heart hurt, you hate what his job does to him. every damn time he leaves for any longer then a few weeks he comes back all on edge and tired, you have to soften him back up, showers, cuddles and blow jobs usually do the trick, plus you get the feed him and bring that soft padding around his tummy back.

You sigh softly before gently pulling his stiff body closer, resting his hand on your plush hip, and the other on your stomach, he immediately starts squishing your stomach around in his hand like a stress ball. you slide your fingers under his mask and tug it off, setting it aside on the counter. you look down and see Simon's big wet eyes looking into yours, you knew that look, he was fucking done, he's over all of it, he just wants to let his brain melt into mush.

"hey mama...

he sniffles adorably and holds onto you tighter, his voice is small and quieter but still gruff and tired. you smile softly, putting your hands on his shoulders and walking him to the couch, cooing softly at him

"hi sweet boy, welcome home. come with mama yeah?"

you lead him to the couch and sit him on it, moving his body around easily, he's like jelly in your hands as you prop his feet up and pull his boots off, throwing them aside. you sigh and plop down next to him on the couch, you start gently rubbing his thigh

"you wanna take a shower Hun?"

"no...wanna stay here"

"but you have to get clean, your all dirty"

"kisses first"

"bab-"

"please mama? just a few kisses for your boy?"

"ok fine, you can have some kisses but then you have to get in the shower, mammy loves you but you stink"

Simon ignores your comment and just scoots closer to you, throwing a heavy arm over your waist and falling forward onto you. your head lays against the arm rest as he looks up at you, his head pressing against your chest. you smile down at him and lean down to start pressing kisses all over his handsome face. he lets out small content sighs and grunts, his hands slowly traveling up and down your sides before coming all the way up and cupping your full breasts, kneading them between his fingers. you hum and continue smothering kisses on his face, making him look like he got attacked by a over bearing mother, the little stains blooming all over his face.

you feel his hands leave your breasts for a moment, then you feel them sliding down your stomach and grab the hem of your shirt to try tugging it off, you tsk and try to gently pull his hand away, earning a whine of protest from him.

"mmm please mama? I just wanna taste you a little...been gone so long"

"no, its shower time"

he pouts slightly at your words, his bottom lip sticking out, he presses a soft kiss to your collar bone before looking up at you with big sweet puppy dog eyes. you giggle and pat his head, running your fingers through his short blonde buzz cut. you sit up while ushering him up as well.

"your very cute but you have to be clean, you want mama to be in there with you?"

"yes please mama..."

"alright then, when we are done we can cuddle and kiss and do all the other fun things. come on baby"

[somedeadmoth]

IS IT HOT IN HERE? (Soap: wax play)

You and Soap have been walking through the thrift store for he brought you to for the last 3 hours and he's still not done, you knew he liked the whole thrifting thing but come on dude. You know Soap alot better then you know any of the others on the team so he makes you go places with him. He walks off into some section that looks like an old white woman designed it, while you stay put where you are, sifting through a bin of old trinkets. You hear foot steps coming towards you and glance up from the fridge magnet you were holding to see you oh so lovely but weird friend standing in front of you, very red in the face and has 3 long black candles in his hand.

"found something you like big guy?"

"uh...aye, a'm gunnae get this"

"didn't think you liked candles soap"

"aye aye, pure luvin' thae thins, right bonnie set. Cmon thun oan we go"

You raise an eye brow but follow him to the counter and watch him buy the candles, he then ushers you out the door rather quickly considering the fact he was the one who dragged you here.

He drives you back to base, the whole time he's acting weird, and not the usual charming kind of weird, the kind of weird where he keeps glancing at you and keeps the candles held tightly in his hand. Once your back at base he says a rushed goodbye and heads inside straight to the barracks, candles clutched to his side. At first it was just weird but now your getting a little worried , he never just said good bye and left, even if he was busy he'd always walk you inside and wait around with you until you had to shoo him away.

You lean against the hood of his car for a moment, debating on what to do before standing up and making your way to soaps room, maybe you should just stop by and make sure he's ok. Walking inside the building you start having second thoughts, maybe he's just tired, could be feeling sick. you go on and on in your head and now your at soaps door, just staring at it, and as your about to just turn and leave what sounds like whimper breaks you stride, there coming from behind the door? You place your hand on the door handle and turn the knob slowly until the door clicks open, you go call out to him but the words die in your throat when you see soap naked, sprawled out on his bed, his phone in one hand and one of the candle sticks in his other. its lit and dripping...dripping onto his thighs. huh. you freeze but your eyes trail over his body, his cock twitching around in between his legs every time a drop of hot wax falls onto him.

you watch with blown pupils as he takes the candle up and over his bare chest next, watching it drip all over, he tips his head back against the head board and lets out a soft deep moan, letting his arm flop to the side and hang off the bed with phone in hand. you get a look at the screen, it's a photo of the team after a mission zoomed in on you, one you recognize, when you went under cover at some big fancy thing to catch a political figure. your hair was done up beautifully, and that dress, while tight, was gorgeous, the same dress that lured said political figure back to your room, the same dress that got spatted in the mans blood after you stabbed him in the neck.

Just as you finally gathered enough common sense to think to get out you don't even get the chance to take a step back before he starts moaning to himself and squirming under the wax as it rolls of his chest and down his balls, babbling in a muffled broken voice.

"o-oh steaming fucking jesus...bloody hell lovie...mmm ah hurts so fucking good bonnie"

you stare for just a moment long enough to take a mental picture (and perhaps a real picture that you might use for later tonight) and get out of there quietly.

THIS IS THE FINAL PART OF MY "THE WEIRD KINKS THE 141 BOYS HAVE, PRICE,GHOST AND GAZ VERSIONS ON MY BLOG

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[somedeadmoth]

soaps napping habits

You've only been a sergeant for a week its like when ever something needs to be done your the first person that comes to mind and gets put in charge of whatever nonsense your being put up to. So after another long day of bullshit you lazily kick open the door to you and sergeant Mactavish's shared quarters but before you can even step three feet into the room you pause,you see the giant lump of a man on your bed, a fluffy tuft of brown hair peaking out of the blankets his curled up in. your blankets. You let out a sigh and slowly approach the bed, you've only seen him do this like twice before, he only does it when he needs to ground himself, and how does he do this? well curling up on your bed and sleeping like the dead of course!

You lower yourself into the bed next to him and place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently

"Tav...come on get up" you say in the softest voice you can muster with your very sleepy brain.

"mmm nae..."

"nope, you gotta get up. your on my bed and I'm so goddamn tired"

"don't worry bonnie, I got ya"

and in an instant your now also wrapped up in YOUR blankets with him, held tightly to his chest, your legs tangled together, swapping breath. and you think "damn it all, whatever" before melting into him and accepting it, why not right? you couldn't even get out of his hold when he's like this anyway, not that you want to...

after that day it becomes a ritual for the two of you to get back to your shared room and cuddle up together, embracing each other of hours on end, sometimes there's some teasing words shared but the other times are your favorite, both of you simply just collapse on top of each other. and every time he he gives you the same lidded deep stare, accompanied by a soft smile that he saves just for you, his bonnie

"don't worry bon, I got ya"

which is why when the bullet Makarov shot at him pierces his skull your first instinct is to drop to your knees and pull his body into your lap, soaking your legs in the blood pouring out, you shake him roughly as you beg for him to get up, that this is no time for a nap

"T-tav! come on get up! wake up John! Johnny boy please get up...PLEASE"

Price places a firm hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he talks into his coms. You break down into tears, holding his body as close as you can as you sob the words into his chest.

"Don't worry John...I got you..."

[somedeadmoth]

BUG BOY (Gaz: formicopilia/ bug kink

Ah yes your favorite time of the day, sniper training. being up in high points for hours just shooting targets all day, plus your all up there by yourself so no one will tell you off for taking a lil nap :3. usually your up in your own tower but today your on some muddy hill with sergeant Garrick, you haven't quite figured out if he just hates everything or has a rest bitch face, either way your gonna be laying in the dirt for hours on end instead of up in your gorgeous tower!

you make it there a while after Garrick does, you crouch down next to him and set up your mount and gun, once your in position you glance over at Garrick who looks...very flustered and red, his legs squirming around and his brow pinched. You clear you throat, its makes him jolt suddenly, he's body going rigid, guess he didn't see you.

"mornin' sergeant"

"oh uh yeah, hello mornin'..."

"you alright man?" you tilt your head slightly to get a better look at him, you see a few beads of swear on his forehead, despite the fact it was winter and everything was freezing and wet

his legs twitch against the ground for a moment before he clears his throat and readjusts his position, reaching up to wipe the sweat off his face "I'm fine yup-fuck!" his voice comes out strained like the loud curse was forced out of him. he drops his head down and rests it against his arm, small sounds slipping from his mouth, his hips twitch against the dirt. you can only really sit there and watch him do whatever the hell this is, whatever. you get back into position, only thoughts on your mind are about the hot shower your gonna have when this is done.

GAZ'S POV because why not

"OH MY FUCKING GOD" was all he could think as he bit down on his sleeve, he moaned, he fucking moaned while talking to you, cant believe he thought this would be hot to do while your here with him. now he's stuck with the person he's liked for months, there's bugs crawling all over his dick and balls, AND he cant even jerk off to it. not with YOU around, he's usually out here alone, at first he really did practice his shots, but after sitting in the same spot all alone for hours and barely moving bugs may happen to crawl onto your skin and they also may happen to get in your pants and you know at that point its not really his fault! he's just in the middle of recovering from almost cumming seconds ago when suddenly one of the tin beetles bites down...his hips thrust forward and ropes of cum soak through his pants, huh...that hasn't happened before...usually he just lets the bugs crawl around on him while he jerks off or just humps his hand but this felt so much better, then there's another bite, and another and another. by the time training's done he's came 6 times, his pants are practically glued to him and his dick is very swollen.

THIS IS PART 3 OF MY "THE WEIRD KINKS THE 141 BOYS HAVE, GHOST AND PRICE VERSIONS ON MY BLOG, SOAP COMING SOON

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[somedeadmoth]

star gazing with Nikolai...

welp here we go, my first fan fic.

You have had a DAY. You being one of the only mechanics on base means you always have some sort of work load, if there's a problem your the first to call, and trust me there's always a problem. Some days are better then others, you've only been almost run over with a humvee by that big dude with the skull mask once this month. you sit down on the hood of the armored truck you've just spent hours fixing up, large thing it was. the bases parking lot was quiet, it was 0100 (1:00am) after all. You tilt your head up and just get lost in the stars, finally getting to let some tension fall from your shoulders, was it a bit cold? sure, were you very much so covered in oil sweat and all other kinds of things? yeah, but you were alone under this pretty sky with a job well done! who could complain. You zoned out for a good minute there, so much so you didn't even notice the heavy foot steps slowly approaching, only finally snapping back to reality and tearing you gaze from the sky when you feel the weight of the car shift to one side. And there stands Nikolai, the Russian pilot so you've heard, you've only actually met him once while he and that captain with the weird hat were chatting in the hanger after a mission. You both made eye contact for a few moments, a half smoked cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, face unreadable, you'd assume he wasn't even awake if it wasn't for the fact his eyes were open. You finally speak

"um...can i help you sir?"

"No."

"Ok...did you need something?"

"No."

And that was that, neither of you said anything more. You watched as his gaze drifted up to the sky, as did yours. The silence stretched on for what felt like hours but was barely 2 minutes.

just as you gather up the courage to say something more you felt something heavy and warm drape across your shoulders, suddenly engulfed by the sent of a deep earthy cologne and motor oil, he had put his jacket on you...now only in a dirty wife beater and a pair of jeans that are much to tight for him. You go to protest when seeing his outfit but again you were again cut off by his actions, he hopped up onto the hood of the truck right next to you, that smell growing much stronger it almost made you dizzy, his burly body pressed into your side as he leaned back onto the trucks wind shield, there was plenty of room for him to sit further but he didn't move an inch.

His head tilts down his eyes oh so pretty brown eyes meeting yours. He slowly took a puff of his cigarette and turns his head the other direction to let out the smoke, watching it twirl in the crisp night air before stubbing it out on the side of the truck, the corners of his mouth pulling up wards at the way your looking at him, slightly confused but flush faced. adorable.

"You can have this back...I don't need it" you said in a quiet tone.

"mmm no you keep on, you looked cold ребенок, it'd be cruel to ignore a young one in need, no?"

"I'm not a "young one"..." you state in what was supposed to come on in a sharp tone but all that came out was a mumble.

"net net, nonsense. look at you, much to young to work and innocent to work here, who would hire a child? tsk tsk very irresponsible"

you almost laugh at the Russians worlds, almost. you stare at him, trying to figure out if he's joking or not. his tone says yes. but the way he's looking at you says no. I mean you are much younger then any one you had met so far after working at the base for 6 months. mostly just grumpy old farts and recruits that were overly cocky, but even so you weren't a kid!

the both of you sat there for a long while after then, he pulled you against his side a long while ago, you wanted to pull away, call him crazy, state the fact you barely even know each other but...you didn't. Despite yourself, you leaned into him, you couldn't help it! it was the way he smelled, the way he talked to you, it made you feel safe. so you let his comforting warmth completely consume you as you both stared at the sky, it was hours of comfortable silence, heh but next thing you know your dead asleep in his lap, his large arms wrapped around you and your nose buried in his neck, his jacket your blanket...AND THATS IT, hope you enjoyed!

[somedeadmoth]

CRY BABY (price: dacryphilia/ tears kink)

tw: toxic!price, crying, kinda cnc but only briefly mentioned and not graphic

Your captain has been so mean to you recently, he wasn't that bad at first. But after he saw you cry when you got yelled at by another captain he became so mean! You don't even know why he just bullies you so much. Even after being in the military for years your still an easy crier, you just care so much.

Once again you've found yourself back in Prices office, he's standing over you with his arms crossed and his gaze mocking.

"let me ask you something. do you need a mental eval or were you born this way?"

And for the next few hours he tore into you about anything you did "wrong" on the mission, so everything you did. Soon you feel that tight sensation in your throat and a burning behind your eyes. God he's so mean to you...white hot tears pour down your face and your bottom lip trembles. He grabs your face and forces your lips into a pout by squishing your cheeks together roughly. You tried to pull away with chocked whines but he just drags you up from your chair and against is chest.

"aww poor thing. did I hurt your feelings? too bad, but you do cry pretty. guess your not completely useless after all."

Your legs dangle helplessly in the air as his arm traps your body against his, his other hand still squishing your face around, he keeps squishing and pinching your face nice and hard while cooing mean mocking words at you, forcing out more of thos pretty tears, with your thigh pressed up against the bulge in his pants. He chuckles gruffly as you whimper, kicking your legs about and whining like a baby.

"ugh your so mean! nugh stop it that hurts! why do you wanna hurt me" a little sob bubbles out your throat as your push words out

"oh your fine solider. this will help you toughen up. hey! quit turning your face away from your captain, there we go let me see that pathetic face"

he didn't technically answer your question so I will. while he doesn't exactly want to "hurt" you, he just wants to see you cry, makes him hella hard, as bad as it sounds he just thinks your so pretty with your face all puffy and wet. he cant get enough

THIS IS A PART 2 OF MY "THE WEIRD KINKS THE 141 BOYS HAVE, GHOST VERSION ON MY BLOG, GAZ AND SOAP COMING SOON

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