#task force 141 x reader

[prettybird-ie]

smut !! p in v sex , public sex , degrading ( ish ) , 3rd party finding yall ! enjoy — <3

taking price and ghost fighting and running with it.

some stupid argument about john not following rules in their little tuesday off base bar games blossoming into two weeks worth of high level pettiness.

snide remarks, shoulder shoving, hell the only time they even looked at each other these days was when they were on the mats. knuckles red and angry as they tore at one another. pride too solid to shake.

which is how you landed beneath simon.

wobbling cries muffled by the thick of his glove. baby doll tee pulled over your swaying tits and showing off a glistening sweaty back to him.

"s-si'! hun—" you hiccup, words slurred beneath the fabric. back stinging with wicked pleasure as he bends you into a mean arch. he watches the fat of your ass ricket with every drive home of his hard pelvis.

"sh, lovie. can' let big man see us 'ere hm?" he grins, balaclava pulled over his nose. he licks a fat wet strip up your nape. groaning at the musky sent of sex that pours over the room. "fuckin, juusstt like tha',"

prices room.

atop prices desk.

without price.

he curves his hand around your right thigh, smacking harshly at the puffy skin of your ass. you squirm, nails digging into the wooden desk. moans only meeting his covering hand.

he dips his hand down to the slick cream mess between you two. stringy connections of cum pull taught each time he drags out all the way to his tip, just to shove all the way back in as he hauls you backwards and shoves his hips forwards. you scream, eyes white as you claw at the hand around your jaw.

he gathers the slick, white ring around his cock creating gummy noises he isnt bothered to muffle.

simon also knows important papers lay just beneath your rocking body. he rubs at your clit messily, juices soppy. you keen, stomach throbbing with the buldge he bullies into you. you smack at his hand, water brimming your tearline.

everything blurs hot for a second. the slamming of a door doesnt register past your clotted ears.

"wot the fuc—" price barges in. face hot with anger before his eyes slot to yours. he watches as shameful lust swirls in them before he flickers down to the wet connection between you and the lieutenant.

you whimper, would be more embarrassed if you hadnt fucked them both before.

simon plows into you feral, blunt covered nails digging into your cheek.

"gon' cum pretty girl? righ' on the old mans shite?" his fingers move from over your mouth to cupping your jaw firmly. moving your head to arch it back. eyes bearily finding him upside down.

he grins, eyes squinted in pure joy.

looking back up to price as he feels you tighten around him the most deliciously. browns burning with complete intention. youre lost, too worried about your impending explosion of a release to truly care as price watches you melt dumb.

he kisses your temple. feeling you muddle over.

babbles leave swollen lips and brows completely furrowed. "there! t-there, please si'! f-fuc—" with his mean pinch on your clit you choke on your moans, blanking as all crashes down on you.

nails dig into simons skin, blood prickling beneath. raspy screaming moan bouncing between both mens ears.

by the time you blink back to current reality, youre carefully laid over johns ruined desk. damp body smudging papers as they stick to your panting chest.

simon dutifully rubs your hips. smiling at john like the asshole he is.

[johnpricescumrag]

You'd been sitting in the common room, curled up on a loveseat. You weren't even wearing anything sexy.

Soap just grabbed you by the waist, tugged your pants and panties down, and slid into you.

"Christ, she's so fuckin' tight." Soap groans, hips rutting into your pussy roughly.

"You're gonna stain your dress blues, Johnny." Ghost rumbles from an armchair a few feet away.

"That sloppy pussy's gonna make us all late, lads." Price laughs, lazily jerking his cock. "We're supposed to be at the gala in less than twenty minutes."

"Hurry up, Soap!" Gaz complains. "I want a turn with her before we have to go!"

"She has other holes!" Soap grunts, his hips harshly slamming into you.

"Easy, boys. There's more than enough of that pussy to go around." Ghost laughs. His hand comes to pet your cheek, his thumb parting your lips.

High-pitched, squeaky moans are forced out of you with each harsh thrust. You clench around Soap hard enough for him to curse, his hips stuttering.

Gaz practically body slams Soap out of the way to get to you, or more adequately, your sloppy, dribbling pussy. "Shh, easy, honey. It's just me."

Gaz's thrusts are deep and harsh, making you repeatedly sob and cry out his name. Your whole word narrows down to Gaz and his cock. Nothing else really registers to you.

You sob at the loss when Gaz pulls out of your spent, swollen pussy. You whine, confused when no one moves to replace him.

"Sorry, slut. We've gotta go." Ghost sneers, patting your cheek condescendingly.

Price smiles at you, "I'll fuck ya when we get back. Keep that cunt nice an' loose for me."

[rawkonig]

sweet girl - 141 being obsessed with you

the nickname had started with simon first. passing you in the hallway, hand falling on your lower back as he squeezed past you, greeting you with a good morning and “s’cuse me sweetheart, just gettin’ past”

he’d say it when catching you working out in the gym, complimenting you on your form with a hidden “nice form, sweet girl, keep those legs apart”. somehow he’d find his way behind you, pressing his body against you. you never knew how he ended up there.

then it spread to soap, with a little more enthusiasm. greeting you in the hallways, calling the name out loud enough to get the attention of everyone. “what’s our sweet girl been up ta’?”, “anything new goin’ on, sweet girl?”

you couldn’t lie, it turned you the fuck on. especially when simon said it with his low voice, creeping up behind you and rasping it in your ear. soap almost made a humiliation ritual out of it, causing you to run to a private area to play with yourself— thinking of the two having their way with you, all while calling you “sweet girl”.

it was even worse when gaz got to it. he spoke it with such love, smiling with that natural charm he had. “hey there, sweet girl,” smirking as usual. during gun training one day he had your panties soaked from all the praising and pet-names. and you think he knew it.

price catching on is the cherry on the fucking cake. he just knows how to use it in a way that his boy’s don’t. “what’re ya’ doin’ there sweet girl?” “sure you can handle all that?” “need some help there, sweet thing?”

it got so bad you knew it had to be a running joke! something they were all in on. but it wasn’t, you really just were their sweet girl <3

i wrote this at like 3am bc i wanted to do some sfw stuff but ended up being SLIGHTLY smutty bc… phew. anyways !! asks are open !!

[lemonmoonmochi]

Me and who?!

[ihaznoclue]

Your nervous habits that you don't even realize

John Price is the man to help you stop from bouncing your leg when anxious. During a meeting, he notices your habit of bouncing your leg up and down, so he carefully glides his hand on your thigh to stop it from bouncing anymore and gives your thigh a little squeeze in reassurance.

Simon Riley is the type of man to help you to stop picking at your lips, either with your fingers or your teeth. He hates to see you make your lip bleed for a while so whenever you do, he grabs your hand and holds it. Telling you to not pick at your lips anymore because you're hurting yourself.

Johnny Mctavish is the guy who will stop you from fiddling with your fingers in nervousness, maybe when you're both at the bar. He notices right away. Your hands fiddling so he takes your hands and lets you fiddle with his own fingers, comparing it and getting you distracted from being nervous.

Kyle Garrick is the type of guy who will calm you down when he notices your anxiety spiking up, guiding you somewhere calm and private and playing with your hair. You love when he plays with your hair. His fingers slowly and carefully sliding in between your strands. Giving your scalp a little massage until you've calmed down.

[lxvvie]

No one can take you and Simon anywhere with them in public, you hear? Just inside jokes galore. It's you hitting him with the, "Hey there, handsome..." Simon just rolls his eyes in faux irritation and grumbles, "I'm married, sweetheart."

"So am I." Cue the snort, mortified stares from onlookers, and you laughing so hard, you're crying.

Next go round? "What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" "...Waiting on the missus, luv." "Oh. Wanna wait together?" Simon smirks, you guffaw, and you notice someone haul ass from your periphery.

But the crème de la crème? When one (or all) of the boys happens to be out with you two. "Haven't seen you around these parts before. Fancy a shag, gorgeous?" Simon goes, " 'm not that kind of bird, mate. Gotta ask my boyfriend." Kyle and Johnny are a good lot, playing along. Price has rolled his eyes so many times that they practically live in the back of his head at this point, and you can't help but feel sorry for the kindly old couple who heard it all. Poor bloke's eyes were wide as saucers, and his poor wife was clutching her pearls in shock.

[shamelessramblings]

a trip to the christmas market turns tense when boyfriend!simon thinks girlfriend!reader is in danger

You’d been noticing it all week, the way he hovered closer than usual, the way his eyes moved before his head did. Ever since you ran into John Price in the middle of the bloody grocery store aisle, Simon had been… different. Not cold. Not distant. Just tighter.

He walked closer. Watched more. Listened too carefully to things no one else noticed. You kept finding him already looking at you when you turned around.

But you didn’t say anything.

You were at a Christmas market, for God’s sake – twinkling holiday lights, warm smell of treats, carolers, children laughing, craft vendors, the whole cosy postcard scene. This was supposed to be normal. Safe. Merry.

And then a vendor behind the wooden stall dropped a metal tray. Loud, sure — but harmless. Except Simon reacted like it was a gunshot.

Before your brain even caught the sound, his arm snapped around your waist and he shoved you behind him, body locked tight, stance wide and braced like he was expecting incoming fire.

A couple walking past jerked back. “Jesus, mate—” the man muttered, startled.

Simon didn’t hear him. Didn’t see the people staring.

His other hand had already flown under the hem of his sweatshirt, fingers resting on the grip of the handgun tucked into the back of his jeans. The gun was not exposed, but ready - the kind of reaction you couldn’t train out of a man.

His eyes were unblinking, tracking exits, shadows and anyone who looked at you too long.

“Si,” you whispered, reaching for him carefully, deliberately. “It was just a tray."

He didn’t move. For a full second, maybe two, he was somewhere else entirely. Breathing like he was waiting for a second shot.

Then his gaze finally dragged down to you, pupils still blown wide, chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted. Slowly, painfully slowly, his hand released the gun. His arm loosened around you. His posture softened by degrees, like gears grinding.

“…Sorry,” he muttered, voice raw. “Thought it was …forget it.” But you didn’t. You felt the moment settle in your chest, both warm and aching at once.

Because nothing here was a threat: not the tray, not the crowd, not you.

And still, his body had moved like he’d rehearsed losing you a thousand times. Like the fear lived closer to the surface than he ever admitted.

The only real threat in that entire place was Simon, a man trying desperately to bury instincts sharpened by war, and who would turn them loose in a heartbeat if anything ever came for what was his.

Part 3 - another fun little extension of the boyfriend!simon gets pissed when his girlfriend!reader asks him to put on his mask when he gets home from deployment universe. lots of requests for another simon hiding his true self, let me know if you enjoyed! Pt. 2 here

[rawme-price]

Dog hybrid!reader joining canine!141 and having to put up with all the typical hierarchy stuff of a pack...except you've never had a pack before.

So you're more reactive to small things, and the guys find it so cute that they simply can't help themselves.

When red wolf!kyle grabs your shoulder and licks into your mouth to greet you in the mornings, he makes sure to press his whole body against you. Without fail, you melt into his body, tail wagging when his other hand travels to the small of your back. More than that, kyle loves pulling away to see the lust in your eyes, how you desperately want more, only to smile "I'll see you later, yeah? Gotta go meet with price. Bye, runt."

Later, when border collie!soap finds you in an empty recroom, he doesn't hesitate to flip you around and hump your ass. He's the most eager about finally not being the lowest of the group, and makes full use of his privilege to rut and hump you all he likes. You seem just as happy, bowing for him and tilting your head submissively. Unfortunately, price has his rules, so soap just ends up groaning "open up, runt, or it's yer face ahm hitting." When he strokes himself over your face.

During closed training is when grey wolf!ghost likes to remind you of your place. He remembers how annoying it was when he had to introduce kyle to the dynamic. Pushing you into any lock he decides and growling when you try to get out. Hearing your surprised yip followed by loud whimpering and tucked tail is nothing short of satisfying for ghost. Especially when you don't fight as he rubs his scent on you in his preferred method, only pausing to huff "hold still, runt. I won't ask you twice."

Of course, kangal!price gets to properly enjoy you, at least for the first few weeks while your mind sorts out the pack dynamics. He dedicates an hour at the end of each day for you to kneel between his legs, and is always happy to see you do so obediently. That cloudy look in your eyes happens so quick whenever you look up at him, so reactive. Later, when he's got you tied on his knot and you try to squirm away, all he has to do is remind "no, no pup. You sit still for me, yeah? Yer obedient, aren't you?"

Needless to say, they make sure to remind you of your place long after the adjustment period :)