Simon Riley’s never thought that before—until they’re barreling down his driveway, barking up a storm at you. A pretty thing in the neighborhood, pushing a stroller.
He follows after his stubborn German Shepherds, gruffly ordering them to heel. They won’t hurt you, of course, but you don’t know that. He braces himself for the screams when he rounds the mailbox. A terrified mother and her child, chased by three trained-to-kill dogs and a masked man—
Laughter stops him in his tracks.
Cap, Kilo, and Mac are planted on their asses, tails wagging, tongues hanging out. Your toddler’s giggling so hard she’s nearly tippin’ out of her seat as she yanks on Mac’s ear, earning a face full of slobber for it.
And you—you’re bent over, one hand holding Cap’s paw, the other scratching behind Kilo’s ears.
“Cute pups,” you say.
Cute...what?
You look up at him, past his mask and into his eyes. He freezes. But you just smile.
“You military?”
He ends up not replying, because the setting sun catches in your eyes and his brain is temporarily short-circuited. You’re not deterred, however, your chin tilting to the gun holstered at his hip.
“My husband was, too.” Your gaze drops to the paw in your hand. “He did an op down in Coal Ridge last year.”
You don’t have to say anything else. Everyone knows what went down in the ridge.
Ghost tries to find something—anything—to say. Condolences would be a start. But nothing he thinks of is good enough, or sounds right in his head. So he just stands there, looming over you, watching you pet his assassin dogs.
And then—it hits him in the chest like a bullet.
You’re all alone in that house at the end of the street with your little girl.
Something rears its head under his ribs. A protective urge so strong it’s almost staggering.
“Well,” you sigh, straightening and offering him a playful, cute little salute. “Have a good one.” Your eyes flick to the insignia on his sleeve. “Lieutenant.”
As you stroll away into the setting sun, Simon watches you go, and the ‘cute pups’ whine at his feet as you leave.
And suddenly, three guard dogs don't seem like enough after all.
I just know Gaz gets so condescending when he fucks you stupid
He´d already made you cum with his mouth, fucked you for over an hour until he came inside you. And when you thought you were getting a break, he flipped your trembling body around and thrust into you again before pulling you against him.
Now you´re sitting on top of him with your back against his chest, your legs straddling his. His cock is deep inside you, just grinding while some of his load leaks out of you. One of his hands toys with your clit, the other wrapped around your waist while your head lays against his shoulder.
You whine while shaking around him, and with his kindest voice he says ´´What is it, sweetheart? Does it not feel good?´´ pushing his cock even further into you. You lift your head and buck away from him, it´s too much, too good, but you can´t formulate sentences right now. ´´No, no, no, love -´´ he says, using the hand between his legs to pull you back into him ´´- you´re supposed to stay right here´´, the hand around your waist lifting to hold you by your neck.
´´Kyle...´´ you whine, eyes rolling back ´´I know, baby, I know´´, it´s almost mocking, his hand lifting even further until his fingers press against your mouth and you start sucking them ´´You get confused sometimes, but don´t worry´´ he kisses your temple ´´I’m right here´´
ghoap au where you are their roommate who they fuck instead of acknowledging their feelings for each other and you are sooo glad you are wanted (even like this) for once in your life that you pretend your chest doesn't ache whenever they leave you after using you.
this keeps going on until you catch them at last having a date at a place you'd been talking about for weeks in hopes one of them would want to go with you, not even as a date but just with you, and you are left standing there and feeling like you are worth less than the dirt on their shoes while they look at each other with the softest of eyes- a look they've never even given your used body.
it's why you go to drink your sorrows away. it's why you let a man, big and thick and british with mutton chops and warm, strong hands on your waist and a rumbling voice who calls himself "john", take you back to his house and take such nice, good care of you.
come morning, he's prepared you breakfast and it's not like anyone will be missing you back at your shared flat... and so you stay, and let john price feed you and compliment how you look in the morning sun wrapped in his clothes. coincidentally, you are having such a nice time you simply forget to answer any phone calls or text messages.
“Why is she here again?” you muttered under your breath as the influencer clomped through the mud in tactical boots cleaner than your mess kit.
“For PR,” Soap whispered, like it was classified intel. “And because someone hates us.”
The influencer—Tiffany or Tiff or whatever—gave Ghost another lingering look like he was a shirtless firefighter in a calendar. “Ghosty, can you show me how to hold the big scary gun again? Pretty please?” she cooed, doing something horrifying with her eyelashes.
Ghost didn’t look up from checking his gear. “No.
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. She turned her death glare on you like you'd just stolen her ring light.
During drills, she "accidentally" pushed a duffel into your path. You tripped, took a dirt dive, and landed face-first in gravel. “Oopsies,” she said, not sorry at all.
Price barked at you in front of the squad. Ghost glanced your way, jaw tight. You grunted and kept walking. You’d live. Probably.
It wasn’t until the field op that things got serious. A misfired flare caused a small explosion, splitting the team. You and Ghost ended up holed in an abandoned barn with limited comms and nightfall closing in.
“You alright?” he asked, checking your shoulder where shrapnel grazed.
“I’ll live. You?”
“Better now that she’s not here,” he muttered.
You chuckled, the sound low and tired. “You know she sees me as a rival?”
“Figured. She stares at you like she wants to murder you with a glittery bayonet.”
A silence hung between you, thicker than smoke. Then—
Ghost reached out, his gloved fingers surprisingly gentle as they hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The harsh shadows of the barn softened around him, and for a second, the chaos outside completely faded.
With his free hand, he reached up and slowly pulled the edge of his mask up just past his lips. Before you could even register the rare sight, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, tasting faintly of mint and rain, sending a sharp jolt of electricity straight down your spine.
He lingered there for a heartbeat, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, wiping away a streak of dirt. "I've been wanting to do that since you took that dive earlier," he murmured, his voice a low, rough purr right against your ear. "You look devastating when you're angry."
You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs, your breath catching in your throat as you wrapped a hand around his wrist, pulling him just a fraction closer. "Is that a confession, Lieutenant?"
"It’s a promise," he breathed, his hand shifting to cup the back of your neck, you could feel the heat radiating off him. "When we get back to base, I'm showing you exactly what you mean to me. Understood?"
Before anything else could be said, the door burst open. Tiffanie stood there, red-faced and holding her phone.
“I demand to be extracted! This lighting is heinous, and nobody told me there’d be spiders!”
Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Ma’am, calm down—” you tried.
“I knew you’d sabotage me! You’re just jealous!”
And that’s when she grabbed your vest.
You sighed, pulled out your taser, and shot her square in the thigh.
She collapsed like a diva in a soap opera.
Ghost looked down at her twitching body. “..You didn’t even hesitate.”
“She’s lucky I didn’t set her eyelashes on fire.”
Ghost stared at you, then nodded. “I’ll back your report.”
You shrugged. “Self-defence.”
Then you looked back up at the team who flooded in right at the moment, spoke deadpan. "You saw Nothing".
The squad looked anywhere but at them as the sky suddenly was a lot more interesting. "Must have been the wind.", they said in unison.
How do the members of 141 handle reader with a high sex drive? Reader is insatiable. Can they keep up or do they tap out early? Do they beg for more or beg for rest?
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Task Force 141 x Reader
Content & Warnings (mdni): sexual content, oral sex, rough sex, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader
Word Count: 800
ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
John Price
“Trying to kill me?” huffs John, chest heaving.
Sweat-slick and naked, John runs his palm over his face, fisting the hair at the top of his head. The man is exhausted, but you said over text that you wanted to breed him, and you’re not finished now that you’re home.
Head bobbing, you bring John back to aching hardness, relentless in your pursuit of having it off. There isn’t nearly enough of John’s cum in you. Fullness is the goal. To leave him empty and you stuffed to the brim.
With a wet pop, the head of his cock bounces from between your lips, pointing toward the ceiling. “John,” you sigh, dream-drenched and heavy. “You don’t need to do anything.”
Hands slide up his hairy chest. Come back down. Fingers running over thick muscles. You take your time, curling those fingers to lightly drag your nails over his skin. He inhales sharply, and you grin.
“Bloody hell,” he groans, hips lifting as you tease him with your tongue. “You’re insatiable.”
With a mischievous smile, you shift, giving John your back. Lifting your ass, you provide him with a clear of you sliding down on him before you start to bounce.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
The room smells of sweat and sex.
“I need a moment,” says Kyle, his breathing deep. “Shit. Give me a moment.”
Kyle holds you in his arms, face nuzzling the top of your head, his eyes closed as he attempts to steady himself. You, on the other hand, are perfectly fine. As Kyle contemplates life and his sanity, you play with his dick.
“If I recall,” you begin.
“Hush, you,” mutters Kyle.
“You said you could keep up with me.”
Kyle grunts, a sliver of annoyed defeat in it. “I did.”
Hand roaming down to cup his balls, you gently squeeze them. “Are you sure now?”
A long pause, and then Kyle finally speaks. “Don’t know if I can come again that fast.”
You shrug, snuggling closer. “Sure about that?” You bring your hand back to his dick. “Feels hard to me.”
Kyle snorts and gently grasps your wrist. You cease stroking him. “I’m serious, love. Might be done.”
Drawing your hand away, you bring it to rest on his chest, placing a soft kiss on Kyle’s cheekbone. “Tomorrow?”
Kyle’s arm tightens, bringing you in until you’re smushed. “Telling Price you’re putting me on the path to an early retirement.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
Fisting the base of Johnny’s cock, you give it a loving squeeze. A dribble of cum emerges from the tip, you suck it up greedily. And yet, you’re not finished. Hardly even started. Already you’re stroking him, teasing up that build until Johnny is rock-hard and throbbing.
“Oh, aye.” Johnny chuckles at your eagerness. “Want another round?”
You arch an eyebrow but don’t cease. “That a problem?”
Johnny shakes his head. Bringing his arms up, he tucks them under his head, a pleased smile forming on his lips. “No. Surprised is all.”
“Surprised?” you question, almost mocking. “Didn’t think I could fuck like this?”
Johnny snorts, clearly amused by the exchange. He’s trying to turn this around, to bring you to heel. Funny how he thinks you’ll take orders from him. A quick swirl of your tongue and the man is chocking.
“Talking about the stamina,” he manages, eyelids fluttering as you take more of him.
You head slowly ascends, lips suctioning until his eyes briefly roll back into his head. When the head of his cock pops out, you speak. “Is my stamina too much for you?”
Johnny’s gaze returns to your face. “Maybe. Won’t know unless we try.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Beneath you, the sofa shifts, imperceptibly moving with each hard thrust.
At your ear, is Simon’s voice, gruff and thick like he’s smoked too many cigarettes. “Think I can’t keep up?”
You know that tone. Simon uses it when you’re in trouble, or you’ve pushed him a bit too far and he drawn up a punishment. You hold your tongue. While you want to brat over this, to continuously poke at him, that’ll only take you further than you can go.
Simon doubles his efforts at your silence, fucking you harder. His fingers are in your mouth, cutting off your words anyway, though you could use your teeth. Simon’s brute strength severs your ability to do anything except take his cock.
“Always think you can out pace me, bird.”
He’s the one poking now, shifting the power to his hands, leaving you helpless. It’s always where you want to be with him, but the thrill is not knowing how much he’ll deal out.
Saliva pools around Simon’s fingers, dripping onto your lips and chin. Deep enough to stifle but not choke.
Simon lands a sharp slap to your ass. “This is mine. Always mine. You’ll be the one who tires.”
I do think about Simon letting out such a heavenly low groan of “Goooood shit lovie.” While he watches your ass ripple everytime you bounce on his cock.
The way he pushes your curls upward, so he can see all of your bare back while you ride him backwards, the little stutter at the fat of your hips, your nails creating little moons in his knees while you grind down on him. Will let his thumb trace your spine, his other hand guiding your hips so his weaping tip bushes against your spongey walls the way you like.
Murmuring a ‘fuck wait, fuck Si, wait,’ trying to put your legs together because it just feels too good. But Simon spreads your thighs apart, pulling you hy the hair till your head is resting on his shoulder, back still to his scarred and tattooed chest. Hand wrapping around your throat, “Take it easy kitten, shit,” he hisses.
Simon adjusts you, arching your back and guiding your hips down on him. Hard, deep, feeling every single way he stretches you that makes you moan like a porn star. The only sounds being heard is the squelching of your wet cunt every time your walls slobber all over him. Your skin smacking against each other, Simon doesn’t say much today. He’s attentive, making sure you’re feeling good, your pulsing nub all needy. And you hear such a light airy chuckle you almost miss it. Slamming you back down on him that makes you keen out, clawing at his arm now for relief.
“That’s a good girl Kitty, get there f’me.” His voice so damn husky as he nibbled up your neck.
The man has your gasping for air while you cum, making you ride out your own high, watching as you come undone, your hardened peaks of your breasts stiff, how tightly your walls cling to him, your pretty lashes shut— you’re a stunning little thing.
“Good shit,” he breaths out, calloused hands going down your thighs, “Think you make me cum this time?”
a/n: this has been on my mind for a while but this is me practicing writing smut. So give your honest scores for me. - Management.
Simon has been eating the pussy for 30 minutes now, slow strokes with his tongue. He pulls back everytime he feels it twitch, not wanting it to cum just yet. The poor thing is even more swollen and puffy now, slick leaking down to somewhere he can’t see.
Finally he presses two fingers inside and that must be enough because the cunt convulses around his digits, fluid dribbling around his fingers and he leans in to lick up the mess.
~
“Fuck! Kyle!” His girlfriend whines, hips bucking against invisible forces as Simon makes her cum. Her nails digging into his arms as he hold her against him, knowing she’ll need the anchor.
“Doing so good dove.” He praises and kisses her temple.
~
As the pussy twitches, Simon attaches the disk to the fleshlight, needing a better grip for what’s about to happen next. He pushes his chair back, undoing his sleep slacks and pulling it down just enough to release his cock.
It twitches in his hand as he smears the pre around his tip with his thumb. He’s breathing heavily as the grabs the toy, rubbing the enter length of his cock against the pussy lips so the owner knows how big of a cock they’re about to take.
Hissing, he presses the slightest bit in before pulling out, teasing himself as his cock slips out and ruts between the slick lips again. The next time he presses his tip against the entrance, he pushes deeper. Warmth and slick welcome him inside, milking him in deeper.
“So fucken’ tight.” He curses, holding onto the fleshlight in both hands, either to control how fast or slow he should go, he’s unsure.
He groans loudly, head rolling back as he pushes in deeper. The walls flutter around his shaft and his hips jerk at the sensation. Fuck it’s been too long. He’s already made this cunt cum, now it’s his turn.
There no gentleness as he bounces the toy up and down his cock, going deeper and deeper inside with each thrust. Huffing, he grips the arm rest of his chair as his hips start meeting every downward stroke. All Simon can focus on is his pleasure as he gets off inside this pussy, a milking ring encompassing his girth. It’s not long afterwards that he cums inside it, not caring if this could actually cause the pussy on the other side to be bred or not.
He slowly pulls out his slick cock, watching as a fat glob of his cum spits out of the used cunt as it clenches around nothing. He flicks it off, creamed pussy disappearing and heading to bed.
~
“God Kyle- he-.” His girlfriend pants, body lax against his. “So big… so much cum…” She moans as he pulls off the portal panties.
He groans lowly as he sees the mess Simon left behind. “I’ll get you cleaned up and make you cum one more time for being such a good girl for me and LT.”
