he/she butch price running an auto body shop, distressed reader coming in because something is wrong with her car and she just can’t figure out what… nghggh price with a fat belly and hairy arms and big tits under her too-tight white tank top making the reader stay in his office while they sort out what’s wrong with the car bc it’s “too hot for pretty things like you to be out here”
Office FULL of cameras, mind you,,
She's got a cigar between his teeth and she's looking down at you making you feel like the smallest thing in the world, like an ant before him as she laughs at your feeble list of "troubleshooting" you did for your car. You had practiced it on the drive over, you wanted to seem competent and be taken seriously. She just looks at you which makes the warm press of embarrassment at your back grow stronger, makes you ramble on longer as your confidence peters out.
He presses you to sit down on his leather couch. Its old, cracked, one corner taped together with shiny silver ductape. She sits down too, way too close in your space. She's manspreading, so her dirty oil soaked jeans are pressing against your bare thighs. "Ought to be doing all those things monthly, lovie. Even if nothings wrong. Gotta take care of your car, so she can take care of you. You getting taken care of?"
Ughh her leaning into your space and she reeks of cigars and she's looking at you like you're a meal. You shiver, partially from the unwavering attention but also because you realize Price's office is freezing cold. It felt nice at first compared to the heat outside, but now it just had goosebumps running up your arms.
He insists you wait in there as she personally takes a look at your car, then directs his techs on what needs done. She comes back in, wiping his dirty hands with a towel. His eyes go right to your tits and light up when she sees them pebbled from the cold, pressing against your t-shirt.
Anyways he stalks towards you and despite your better judgement you let her fuck you nasty on that very couch :) it's only later you realize the blinds weren't fully closed and his techs were definitely peeking. (You will go back to her again next time your car so much as makes a funny noise.)
If you ever wrote the 141 getting bullied by Fem!ghost, the lesbianism in me would go wild I fear (so like…you should totally do it ist saying)
(I'm unsure if this was just for fem Ghost or full fem 141 forgive me fkdjsnd if it isn't good lmk and I'll do better for u <3)
cw cucking (??) cw exhibitionism!! this is just Ghost fucking reader to show the guys how its done
I won't lie I feel like I did good here
I'm so sorry but fem Ghost in a regular 141 sounds like dyke HELL imagine all of these bumbling idiots talking about women like they can take girls home and play them like a instrument when they can't spell clit let alone find it!!
And the second they catch wind that Ghost is a lesbian? They aren't homophobic by a long shot, but suddenly Ghost gets deeper into 'the boys club'. They wanna talk women with Ghost. It's weird, crude, and Ghost can't help but pity the women they all go home to. Soap always asks really invasive questions about how lesbian sex even works, a ton of porn-centric ideas that make Ghost roll her eyes. Gaz mainly wants to guess at Ghost's type in women, keeps showing her girls in his dating apps to see which one catches her eye. Price is obviously curious himself about Ghost's love life, but keeps the most quiet about it.
...Soap gets a ton of bravado when he's drunk. He likes to let loose when they go to bars close to base, usually it isn't too intolerable. But then he brags about how he's the best lay in his town, 'just ask any girl'. Gaz makes a joke about being internationally ranked, to which Price punches his shoulder. They all look when Ghost snorts incredulously.
"Aye? Think you'd do better with that plastic, Lt?" Soap points at her using his whiskey glass, a small drop spilling onto the table with his carelessness.
Ghost narrows her eyes at him. Part of her just wants to deck him, as much of a little brother as he was to her. "I know I would, Sergeant."
...It's your lucky night. Gaz spotted you first, lips missing his straw repeatedly as his eyes fixes on you leaning over the bar. Price sees you next, jostles Soap to get his attention.
But when you look over to their booth, the only person you're looking at is the woman in the balaclava. Black compression shirt not hiding an inch of her bulk, wide shoulders and stomach hanging just over her belt line. Carabiner on a belt loop, and you know you've got to at least try. You'd misread flags before thanks to the stupid military base being so close by, but the sight of Ghost... too tempting.
You can't see Ghost’s entire face, but you see her eyes crinkle when you shyly bring her a drink. Her friends across from her in the booth offer you a seat on their side, but before you can reply, Ghost is patting her thigh. It shouldn't make you so weak in the knees, but it does, so you quickly sit yourself on her thigh.
The men's eyes are wide, fixed on Ghost- how'd she get you under her spell so fast? You don't really notice their looks, too busy drinking in the smell of her cologne, a thrill shooting up your spine at the feel of her hand on your back.
...Ghost gets the idea first. None of the team protests, if anything their eyes grow hungrier. It doesn't take much convincing for you, either. It's a strange request, sure, for three men and one woman to want to take you back to a hotel for the night. But Ghost reassured you-
"None o'em will lay a hand on you, love, you'll just be mine. They just need t'see, learn how to do things right. You mind helping me show them?"
When you nod, mind already imagining what was to come, she cups your cheek with a gloved hand, thumb stroking your soft skin. "There's a good girl. You'll be perfect."
...Within an hour, Ghost's got you naked and compliant in a hotel room down the way. You'd forgotten about the men watching you entirely within only a few minutes of Ghost's bare hands pulling you onto your lap. With one hand she's spreading your ass apart while her other hand slips a finger or two in you. You're bracing yourself with your hands on her chest, gasping with your forehead pressed to hers as she finds every which way to make you feel good in that position.
You don't even have to tell her when you're close. Stars shining behind closed eyelids you can hear her whispering just for you, "Go on, let them see you, pretty thing. You deserve it, cum for me."
After your shocks have worn off, she's kissing you through her mask as she lays you down. Hands caressing and exploring, never in a rush. The only clothes she removes are her gloves and rolling up her balaclava. You're only passingly upset Ghost won't take her actual clothes off- you're sure it had something to do with the dynamic between her and her team- she looks damn good with her strap hooked over her jeans anyway.
You're salivating when she gets her knees on each side of your head. Thumb pressing down on her silicon cock, guiding it between your pretty lips. "Just gotta get it ready f'me pet, then I'll give you what you need."
Her quiet little words of encouragement are all you need, emboldening you to suck it like you're getting paid to, thighs clenching together at the sound of her grumbling praise.
The men aren't touching themselves, despite them straining in their pants and shifting every so often. Their eyes glued to you, your own eyes glued to Ghost as she pulls back, thumb wiping your spit-slick lips clean.
When she lines herself up with you, she doesn't immediately bully herself in. She grinds herself against you, focusing her mental energy on everywhere else. Licking your neck, biting your ear, whispering praises just for you while her fingers tug at your tits.
"Look like a fuckin' dream, love. So good for me, they don't even deserve to see you like this..."
It's when your chest is heaving, your face is flushed, and your nails are clawing her back that she rears her hips back, the plastic expertly catching and slipping into your needy cunt. "Just like that pet, just fuckin'- like that-"
She was so affected, sounded so hoarse, it sent butterflies through you as she started fucking into you. Ghost was like a damned machine, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm, your mewls and desperate cries filling the room. Her arms are so strong around you, she's tearing you apart and holding you together all the same. Like nothing you'd ever had before, and she knows it.
"Think of me, next time you're in bed- with any man like them, yeah? Remember what you could be having instead, call me when he's pumped and gone. I'll take care of you pet, like no man could."
The front of her jeans are soaked from you by the time you finally tap her arm, entire form shaking from exhaustion. Ghost immediately accepts it, pulling out and unhooking her strap as you giggle light-headed at the wet spot you left on her pants. She cleans you up, wet washcloth and all. You try to tell her you don't need it, but the lukewarm cloth soothes your tender parts like she said it would. Dresses you herself because frankly, you're still boneless.
Wraps you in her big warm coat that smells like her cigarettes, tells you kindly she's gonna get you home safe. To the men behind her, the men you couldn't care less about, the men all politely sitting with their hands folded in their laps, she barks, "Do what you will here, clean up when you're done. I'll see you back on base."
Cannot stop thinking abt ghost and his breeder balls and it’s your fault (said w love 💕)
Literally thinking about denying Ghost an orgasm for so long just because he's so strong and domineering but he's sooo much more obedient, you wanna see how long he will choose to be good and listen to you when you tell him he can't cum! He ends up with a painful erection and heavy balls every day over and over because he's so good for you and you are so mean :((
When he's fucking you, sure he could ignore your commands for him to stop, keep snapping his hips up into you the way you like until he's finally got the release he's craving... but he won't. Ghost is built for breeding- from his fat cock to his big barrell shaped body. He watches how your eyes sparkle with mischief with your order, his body going entirely rigid mid-thrust.
"I'm done," you say. "That's all, go clean yourself up, Si."
It's torture, and he has to clench his teeth to hold back a genuine sob of frustration as he pulls out of you. Another night of having to wait for his sensitive cock to go soft before he can even pull his boxers back on. (He loves you wielding the control over him that he's freely given you- despite his desire to cum, the feeling of coming down with his head in your lap makes it all better... until the next night. You keep him in denial until a small breeze threatens to finish him off- then you finally let him cum like he's made for.)
Someone gives fem soap a squirting dildo as a joke but now you have a lesbian who already was a horny fucking mess begging to breed you and so fuck dumb that she gets actually confused when you have to pause her humping to refill it with more cum and it takes Significant aftercare to remind her she didn’t actually get you pregnant.
(She goes begging to her teammates for some of their cum to fill her new strap with so she can actually impregnate you. She says they either agree or she breaks into a sperm bank. They can see in her eyes she’s not kidding. She will get you pregnant with her strap and she will fuck herself dumb enough often enough to genuinely gaslight herself into thinking she did a medical miracle instead of blackmailing her teammates into helping her. Her teammates learn not to bring it up because of the look she get in her eyes when they try to “umm actually” her is the scariest thing they’ve ever seen and they’re pretty sure she’d kill them just to keep her delusion of strap-based miracle pregnancy going)
Soap, standing on a rooftop, yelling into the sunset: STRAP CAN GET YOU PREGNANT!!!
cw themes of pregnancy / starting a family below
Soap absolutely is a nightmare because she's got both a breeding kink and genuine baby fever. Her family is HUGE (I'm a huge MacTavish family truther sorries) and it's like her sisters or cousins or aunt or friend-of-the-family are popping out another baby every three to six months. Soap wants to be a mom at the end of this- she never joined the military to die in service, not really- she wants to see you as a mom, too.
She wants a baby that's a carbon copy of you, and then another that's a mix of the two of you, and then one that's a little Soap. And then probably one more kid for good measure- that way when you go to amusement parks everyone will get to sit next to someone. She's got a page in her sketchbook of baby names, some crossed out over time.
Let's be real it was probably you who bought her the squirting dildo because Soap fucks like she's trying for a kid every time and that's when it devolves into a conversation accidentally full of heart and Soap cries a little- distressed she's not able to give you a biological kid.
You tell her that you could adopt, that you'd still be a real family, and that you know Soap would take care of her family. That whoever you adopt would still be loved the same. It's like magic, how the words make her calm so quickly. It takes some coaxing, but it finally gets through to her that you will have a family, one way or another.
(It would be REALLY funny if she hounds the team to donate sperm because all of them are like "this is the weirdest thing I have ever done"- they never acknowledge them donating because it irks the life out of Soap-- those are HER kids, hers and YOURS!! You lovingly think your wife is nuts to use her teammates sperm- and to fuck it into you herself rather than go through a doctor-- moreso because you know that's gonna make some chunky babies)
Something something Warlord!Ghost invading your home kingdom something something you’re the little war trophy wife he takes back with him after burning the castle to the ground something something using his sword to slice off your fancy gown
I swear I have read so many people write exactly this idea and I will never not gobble it up immediately!!
cw dub/noncon themes
Thinking about him with a disfigured face from conquering and fighting so many battles, the rippled knotted skin covered in dark warpaint. He's eyeing the fine woven dress you're wearing, the fabric covered with symbols of your kingdom and family with a sneer that twisted his face even more. You are certain he would kill you, the way he raised his sword to you. Your father was dead already, you were sure, judging by his crown hanging on a loop on Ghost's belt. The big brute tearing your dress in two like a hot knife through butter, admiring what your bare skin had to offer.
Him bedding you, just rutting his cock up against your cunt without actually pushing it in as he glowers down at you... his rumbling voice detailing how he had slain your betrothed, how he had won you rightfully. How you were to be his bride now. He uses his thumb to keep his warm cock pressed flat against you, neither one of you acknowledged that you didn't need spit, you were plenty wet enough. You wait for him to push himself into you, anxiety welling up inside at his monstrous size, but he never does.
As if hearing your unspoken question, he mutters to you about how he'll take you properly once this kingdom is officially all his, once he's taken you safely to your new home and had the time to prepare and wed you properly. His orgasm is quiet, punctuated with a grunt. You can't help but feel like the sight of his shining cum splattering on your lower belly sealed the fate of your kingdom. His now, you supposed.
Ghost drapes his large fur coat over your shoulders to cover your naked form, a silent act of kindness but also one of ownership, the heavy warm thing wrapping around you several times over. He warns you it is a long ride home, but something tells you you won't entirely hate it there.
Fem Gaz is the type to call you her wife looonnnnnnnggggggg before you’re engaged because she just loves you and it brings her joy to imagine her life so intertwined with yours.
Fem Soap does it because she is a u-haul lesbian just being held back by you and/or her commanding officers (they just don’t want to do the paperwork for spousal support and what not when y’all haven’t even dated a month yet) (she blames it on being catholic. It’s not. She’s just a freak who wants her wife to fuck day in and day out)
Fem Price only does it in her head, but she started doing it ok like the second date and is just waiting for her costumized ring order to come through. She’s gonna a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly before the second year anniversary if it kills her.
Fem ghost does it because she owns you (and you own her).
Anon please know you own my heart for this ask... you get me....
Gaz has you in her phone as your wife- little diamond ring emoji next to it and everything. Literally before you hit your six-month anniversary. She calls you it every chance she gets- when you call, she flashes that dazzling smile to those around her saying, "oh, its my wife, gotta take this-"
-and when she makes dinner reservations at restaurants you couldn't dream to afford she puts it under Mrs. & Mrs. Garrick- possessive woman who can't stop thinking about how your first name goes so well with her last name.
-Whenever she comes home there is something so simultaneously arousing and heartwarming to see how your lives have inextricably merged- your toothbrushes in the same cup, your dresser next to hers, even finding your hair on her clothes when she's back on active duty. Seeing your names next to each others on legal documents, whew, it makes her dizzy- filing taxes takes twice the time because she keeps stopping to kiss on your neck.
-Gaz isn't about owning you, or you owning her. It is that solidified partnership. A mutual agreement set in stone, an unbreakable vow, all consuming.
Soap literally is fucking you on the second date (is it even a date- she was set to fly back to base and instead she's cutting it close to making her flight in time because she just had to see you again before she left) and rambling about how you'll love meeting her family this Christmas. Sweaty bodies pressed together and she's musing about a summer wedding while she makes you cum on her fingers. (Fucks your brain out with her strap promising to make an honest woman of you someday soon, make you her bride, G-d as her witness- she misses her flight.)
-GENUINELY when you meet her team for the first time they all have to give you a talk. Please, please, keep your girl on a leash and PLEASE do NOT marry Soap no matter what. They already found a ring in her bags and you've been together maybe three months. (She keeps buying you rings. Says they are promise rings. This is a lie.)
-She takes you to a bar near base and wow... weird... everyone here already knows about you, knows your face. Weirder though they don't know your name- just, "Hey, Johnny's wife is here!" Apparently every time she gets hammered here, she takes out her phone and talks about you to anyone who is willing to listen.
Price plans it all out. You say something innocuous on the second date that settles it for her- you're the one. If Soap is playing sloppy checkers with her girlfriend trying to get her to marry, Price is playing chess with you- and she's always four steps ahead. She keeps it to herself that she calls you her wife, sure, but it doesn't stop her from whispering it to you in your sleep. Kissing your head and saying, "Good morning, my pretty wife."
-She convinces you to be the U-hauler between you. She's got a gorgeous, big house that's vacant most of the year anyways- why not move in? Rent free, it is too good to be true. And if you catch yourself playing housewife, because she can't cook or clean properly to save her life, what's the big deal? She's just so tired when she comes home, pretty eyes full of gratitude when you take care of her. (Before you know it she's got you barefoot and pregnant, fully moved into her house, your wedding photos hung above the fireplace. You wouldn't have it any other way, watching her during her time off painting the nursery.)
Ghost absolutely knows it makes you MELT when she calls you her wife. People always ask, but she knows the hold she's got on you doesn't rely upon government notes or any fancy ceremony. Ghost never really cared to be married, in all honesty. But she sees your eyes brighten when people ask about a wedding, how you look up at her with hope in your eyes. She gets a little dizzy suddenly at the idea of setting her claim on you in stone.
-Genuinely, she broaches the subject when she's fucking you- watches your eyes roll back in your head when she growls out, asking, "You gonna be my pretty little wife, then?" Doesn't let you cum until you agree, tears in your eyes while you're gasping out yes, yes.
The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)
Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.
She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.
She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.
Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."
Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.
"Back early, eh pet?"
"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"
She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.
Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.
Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.
The three heads are snapping (or trying to at least) against each other because they want to be the one face first in your cunt.
Having to get muzzles for each head and take turns releasing one, giving them one of your releases, and then muzzling them again.
Anon you always know the way to my heart is a good muzzle. I imagine it'd have to be specially made for each head because they are attached and shaped strangely. Making them sit still while you take measurements to make the muzzles, taking to them like a misbehaving puppy. "I'm sorry love, but you've been really bad. I need to make this for you so you can be good. You want to be good for me, right? I know you can be."
Listening to the two muzzled heads huffing and sniffing and growling while one gets their turn? ughhhhh yeah that hits. Especially with all those hands on you, cold fingers tracing circles over your hips and torso. Yeah.
Okay but also them being cheek to cheek trying to be the one with their tongue buried in your cunt, snapping and snarling at each other? Fucking delicious. Letting center head have at it while the two flanking heads are lapping and nipping at your inner thighs? Sensory overload in the best way. Letting the unoccupied heads suck on your fingers while they grumble and whine about having to wait their turn?
Oh also: Left head taking his turn while right kisses center, tongue fucking each other's mouths to share the taste of you still on center's tongue. Yeah.
