#tf141 fluff

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

soft lover boy simon riley who is absolutely obsessed with his little bimbo birdie.

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ “big scary boyfriend simon riley” “guard dog simon riley” what about utterly pathetic soft lover boy simon riley who literally walks around with the biggest puppy eyes for you??

cw: age gap (legal), fluff, simon is a complete softie, oral (f) receiving, simon cums in his pants, inspired by @cinnamongrl2006

simon riley who listened just intently to your questions even if they were a little silly, not caring that he had to re explain everything ten times.

“so like, what does this do?” your perfectly manicured nails disgusting with the small knife that you found in his military bag. “use that for my missions, extra protection,” his strong arms wrapped around you as you stared at the knife like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“but like, why use knives when you have a gun?”

“sometimes i get disarmed, so i need to be prepared.”

you stared blankly, blinking at him before your gaze drifted down. “but you have two arms, so you haven’t been disarmed?” your question genuine as a low chuckle escaped his lips.

“yes luvie, i do have two arms.”

simon who will be at your feet the moment you asked for him.

“si?” your voice soft as you looked around your shared apartment, simon’s footsteps immediately picking up after hearing your voice. “what’s wrong luvie?” his tone soft before gently drifting down to your feet, where you were struggling to put on your heels. “help me?” your big doe eyes staring at him, soft smile cracking through his rugged face. without a response he lifted your foot up, gently placing your heel, making sure it was fit snuggly in. his large hand gently rubbed against your ankle, planting a kiss at your knee.

and of course he carried you in his arms after the function, your drunken giggles filling up the empty streets whilst he grinned like an idiot.

simon riley who indulged in your nightly routines, allowing you to put a face mask and a your pink fluffy head ban on with a bow.

“need to make sure you age well si, don’t want you to be all wrinkly when i’m still going to be hot and young,” you teased as you gently applied the sheet face mask on him.

simon was never one to indulge in skincare, he would often just splash water on his face and call it a day. the moment you found out you made him his own personal skincare routine, the products comically small in his hands as you explained them.

“this one helps with fine lines and wrinkles,” you rambled as you held a small shiny bottle, they all looked the same to him but he listened regardless. “you think i have wrinkles?”

simon riley who would have his whole entire camera roll dedicated to you.

“yer fuckin’ obsessed with that girl,” his captain teased as simon’s phone lit up from your spam of texts, his wallpaper a photo of you with the biggest and cheesiest grin.

“jus’ say you’re jealous cap,” simon grunted as he immediately grabbed his phone, his thick fingers moving along swiftly to respond. it was no secret in the base that simon was utterly smitten with you, responding to your calls and texts even in the most inconvenient times.

not to mention the amount of times he had to upgrade his phone simply because he had no storage left, and he couldn’t bring himself to delete the photos of you.

the distance between the two of you didn’t waved his commitment, even if he was in the base and you were back at home he would carry a little bit of you. it first started off as a small pink keychain that dangled from his vest, then a necklace with your into. he even wore a custom balaclava mask that you bought, with a pink skull instead of a black one. despite the relentless teasing from his captain and everyone else at the base he didn’t care.

simon treated having sex with you as a sacred ritual, worshipping every inch of your body as if he didn’t deserve to see you in your most vulnerable state.

“fuckin’ gorgeous luvie,” his voice soft and tended as he peppered your body with kisses, his scarred hamada soft and gentle unlike the usual violence they were used to.

he didnt care about his own pleasure, solely focusing on you, because if you felt good, so did he.

he loved worshipping you on his knees, his tongue lapping around your creamy pussy as his eyes almost rolled back from the smell of your arousal. “taste so fuckin’ good luvie, like a five star meal.” simon took his sweet time, making sure every part of your body received attention and love. his large hands gently rubbing your inner thighs to smooth your trembles as you came over and over again.

oh, and he would cum in his pants just from eating you out. his hips would shake involuntarily before spurting all over his boxers.

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[kenmaspuddinghair]

Reader joining the military to find Simon, their father Part 1

Simon didn't expect much from the new hire, he knew you had to be good otherwise Laswell wouldn't have brought you in but that didn't mean anything to Simon, he needed time to see and trust you on the battlefield, and he needed to see how you acted when no one was watching before he decided if he liked and respected you. That was his normal when meeting other soldiers but that was thrown out the window the moment he saw you.

He hadn't seen you in over twenty years, he had no clue what you would look like, he recognized your name when Price told him but he thought nothing of it. But now he's looking at you and you just look so much like him, honestly it's a little eerie. you have almost all of his features, if Simon looks hard enough he can see a little of your mother too, but even your scars mimic Simons, he hopes with his whole heart they're from the military and not your childhood. He just stares at you unsure of what to say.

You introduced yourself, Simon thought it was the perfect mix of sweet and confident he just met you and he’s already proud, Gaz was the first one to say something “ya look a lot like Ghost, probably just the scars though, he has one just like that” Gaz was referring to a scar across your cheek, Simon had the exact same one, you looked at Simon but you couldn't see anything with his mask on, Gaz added “guess that just comes with the job, welcome to the team” you shook his hand, glad he didn't dwell anymore on your scars, you're not too fond talking about them. Soap was most definitely eyeing you up and down, Simon couldn't tell if he was checking you out, the idea made Simon want to smack him, or if he was also noticing you and Simon's similarities. Soap put an arm around you “welcome to the team, don't mind Lt. He's a little shy, let me show you the rec room” you held Simon's eyes for a moment, noticing how similar they looked.

Simon stayed behind with Price, “that’s, that's my kid” Price nodded “look I know it’s not an ideal meeting situation, but I suggest you get to know them, without the mask” the idea was absolutely terrifying but you probably wouldn't be happy if Simon kept it from you. “You two need to be comfortable working together for the next mission” but Simon wasn't thinking about any of that “they look so much like me Price” Simons voice was just so raw, it reminded Price of when Simon was fighting for you, Price sighed and placed a hand on Simon's back “I know Simon, I’m sure they'll be more than happy to meet you” Simon wanted to think like that but his brain kept telling him he failed you all those years ago.

The 141 had a little ritual when they got new potential recruits, they took them out to the pub, asked them about themselves, encourage a little drinking, you learn a lot about someone when they're comfortable and a little tipsy. You agreed to go, it's not like you had much of a choice but you didn't seem to complain, Simon sat in front of you doing his best not to stare at you, it was just so surreal seeing you after all these years. As usual they waited for you to have a drink in your hand before they started asking questions, you weren't thrilled about drinking so you kept it light, you knew your limit and you weren't going anywhere near there.

The questions started light “so how long have you been in the military” Price was the one to ask, as if he didn't already know the answer from your file “I joined at 18, I understand you guys do high pressure operations, I’ve done a few, nothing to your level but Laswell is sure I’ll perform well” smart answer, shows your experience and your knowledge of the team without bragging. “Is this what you thought you would do as a kid” you let out a small laugh “uhm not exactly, although in some ways it is” very brief, could mean you simply don't want to talk about it but Simon knows the feeling, when he was young he never thought he would work a job where it’s expected that he’ll get hurt, but at the same time the military gives structure and you crave that after years of abuse.

The team took a little break from asking you questions, occasionally they would ask you another much less personal question. Simon learns little things about you, how you've always wanted to dye your hair an unnatural color, you don't have a lot of hobbies but you love all things drawing, you don't have any tattoos but your excited to get one, you always carry a knife on you and you even have a collection. The whole group is having a good time, Simon even chimes in every so often, then they ask you the final question, it tells the most about which is why they ask it last when you're the most tipsy "why'd you join the military” it was a simple question but the way someone answered said a lot of about them. “Honestly I didn't know where to go, but-” you pause, it seems like you're deciding how much to tell them

“But I know my dad was in the military. I wanted to find him, I want to find him. I know it might be stupid and there's probably better ways, but the military is what I needed” it feels like a knife in Simon's chest, it tells him everything he needed to know, you want to meet him, and you didn't grow up with love otherwise you wouldn't have needed Simon or the military. Simon notices the way both Gaz and Soap look from you to Simon, they're definitely connecting the dots and he needs to tell you before they do.

Part 3

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[taffyabby]

.John "Soap" MacTavish

Summary: He won't let you get up for work. When he only just came home :(

Taff Says: I LOVES THIS MAN SM AHHHHHHH

“Mmh, bonnie…” the man groaned against your neck, nudging closer, his nose brushing the curve of your neck as he let out a sigh. You only giggled, enjoying the affection first thing in the morning. Johnny had finally come home safe and sound to your arms, spotting a few wounds and scratches here and there.

“Johnny… I have to work,” you protested, trying to get up, but he only pulled you back down.

You sighed.

“Five more minutes…” he mumbled with a groan, wrapping his arms around you tighter and burying his face in your shoulder.

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his messy mohawk.

“Johnny, I'll be late for workkk,” you whined, trying to pry his strong arms off you.

He let out an offended huff.

“And yer husband just got home,” he grumbled.

He nuzzled closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Been gone fer weeks. Ye can spare me five minutes.”

You giggled, trying once again to escape his embrace, but failed. He only tightened his hold around you.

“Mmh…”

“Soap,” you said sternly, looking down at his sleepy, closed-eyed face.

“No, no,” he mumbled, one eye cracking open to peer at you. “Johnny. Or handsome… I'll accept handsome.”

A lazy grin spread across his face.

You snorted.

“Missed ye…” he murmured softly. “Missed wakin' up beside ye.”

Your eyes softened, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Missed you too,” you whispered, your fingers moving to his mohawk and brushing through it.

He let out a sigh.

“Then stay.”

“Can't.”

Johnny groaned dramatically.

You laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“I promise I'll come back.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

He stared at you for a moment before finally loosening his grip. Smiling, you were about to get up. Only for him to suddenly pull you right back down.

“Johnny!”

.

.

.

“Soap MacTavish!”

“Mmh?”

“I'll really be late!”

[etherealizzie]

self-indulgent, im being a big baby right now. poly!tf141 and their different love languages.

your boyfriends have different ways of.. comforting you. not that they're bad at it, but adjusting to your waves of burnout isn't how they operate.

you wouldn't have it any another way, you love your boyfriends but..

simon is a bit of a realist, as well as price. it's how they manage with things, not to get their hopes up but to see things for a logistical perspective. easier for them to rationalize.

kyle is a bit more empathetic but with a pride as high as yours, you feel like you're being made fun of. pitied. pathetic.

and johnny? he tries to joke his way out of things. it's not that he can't be vulnerable or something, it's just been easier to deflect things like that.

so when you're practically crumbling at the weight of your work and the pressure of academics, work, and everything else.. you just. shut down. sure, you still function like you normally do.

making coffee, reading, locking in.. but you're eerily quiet. you've been gnawing on your lip more, a nervous tic you've always had. you weren't slick though. you were obviously drowning.

but your boyfriends try anyways. they try in their own way to comfort you, even when you don't figure it out immediately.

simon, who tries his best to soothe you by spending time with you instead of speaking. sometimes, simon finds you just.. quiet and shut down. eyes glossy with tears threatening to spill, he knows what to do. simon soothes you through touch, wrapping his arms around you as you crawl onto his lap. in johnny’s hoodie, kyle’s sweatpants, you sit there in his arms . his hands running down your back while you lean against him. simon gives you the time to just slow down, to not think about what’s on your screen. his silence is specifically calming, it's not uncomfortable. sometimes, he'll sit there and hold you while you type out your 50th essay of the week. similar to a cat, he’s just there. you enjoy that about him the most.

price, who's a wonderful fucking cook, tries his damndest to make you breakfast. he meal preps for all of you, he smacks mactavish's hand when the scotsman is sneaking his second serving of the lunch he's made. price notices that you have the tendency to gnaw on your lips, your pens, your nails so, he buys you gum to keep you from fucking up your skin. price is doting, he joins you in the shower. not to fuck, just to care for you. skincare, haircare, helping you tuck all your hair into your bonnet. he's gentle in the way where you need to eat to keep going, he knows what you physically need.

johnny, who is your biggest distraction but you were so okay with that. his laughter is contagious and he knows how to get you to loosen up when you're clearly crashing out. johnny uses his humor to crack a smile on your face, calling you his bonbon, pressing kisses to your neck, and dragging you out of the house for a little bit. when you’re done doing his activity of the day, he puts on your favorite show and pokes fun at your beloved characters. by the end of it, johnny is beaming that he has you grinning like that. his cheeks hurt from smiling and celebrating your joy.

kyle, the absolute sweetheart, who takes the most initiative when he notices you are absolutely about to have the biggest crashout of the century. kyle is direct with it. his hands guide yours to the bed, pressing kisses to your temple as he grabs all the blankets he can find. guiding you through your breathing exercises, holding you until you’re calmed down. kyle who finds all your favorite snacks to comfort you. he drags all of your boyfriends into bed with you, knowing damn well you need that right now. the presence of your boys.

[faustianblank]

Ghost x Y/n | "Sum color in your life"

The pub was dim, warm, and noisy. Typical for a friday night out. Soap slowly worked on his pint while Price nursed his whiskey. Ghost sat with them like a granite statue, all black hoodie, black jeans, black boots, and a black mood. Soap nudged Price with his elbow. "Cap... we gotta talk about him."

Price sighed, already sensing something stupid. "What now?"

Soap jerked his chin at Ghost. "He needs color. S'like lookin' at a walking printer ran out of ink."

Ghost: "I heard that."

"And?" Soap shot back. "Mate, the last time you wore color was the blood of your enemies. An' even that dries brown."

Price leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Johnny's right. You need some brightness in your life. Even a navy blue wouldn't kill you.'

Ghost: "You two realize I dress like this on purpose."

"Right..." Soap said rolling his eyes. "But we're worried, yeah? Little splash of color might fix your soul or whatever."

Ghost scoffed. "My soul is just fine. I’m not changing anything."

That's exactly when the bar door swung open. Y/n stepped inside, confidence wrapped around them like a custom tailored aura. They weren't dramatic about it. They just naturally commanded attention. The lighting caught the warm undertones of their skin, the splash of color in their jacket, that little glint in their eyes that made them look like trouble wrapped in something softer.

Ghost’s gaze flicked over for less than a second. Less than a second. But Soap saw it. Price saw it. Even the drunk guy in the corner probably felt the shift in gravity.

Soap elbowed Price. "Color. Right there."

Price: "Think we found a solution."

Y/n approached the bar to order a drink, and Ghost tried. Tried to look anywhere else. But something in the way they leaned against the counter, something in the curve of their smile as they glanced over.

Soap: "Or solution found him."

Y/n tilted their head. "You look like you hate being here."

Ghost didn't move. "I do."

Y/n: "But you're looking at me like I'm the only thing worth staying for."

Soap whispered. "Ohhh, he's done for."

Price hid his grin behind his glass.

Ghost cleared his throat, trying to regain altitude. "You always talk to strangers like that?"

Y/n shrugged, soft and annoyingly charming. "Only the interesting ones." A beat of silence. Soap raised both brows. Price gave Y/n a subtle approving nod. "Buy you a drink?" Y/n asked, tapping the bar lightly.

Ghost hesitated, not out of discomfort, but because he wasn't sure his team would ever let him live this down.

Y/n leaned a little closer. "C'mon. Add a little love to your night."

Price muttered. "Christ- Ghost, just say yes."

Ghost finally nodded. "Alright."

Y/n smiled slow, warm, and absolutely criminal. "Good. 'Cause I wasn't leaving without getting your name."

[sorrownotsexy]

John is a very brave man, duh. He's been to hell and back, has more lives on his shoulders than he can count. Very tough, scary, and intimidating, battle hardened soldier with no fear... Except his wife :)

He was catching a game with the boys on the tele in the living room and you were playing the sweet little host. Soccer ball shaped cookies that you will NEVER call footballs. Carrots and dips, sandwiches, beers, you're great. The boys love Mrs. Price you've always been such a kind hearted little angel, till they heard you step into the kitchen with a curt,

"Jonathan."

Loud, stern, scarier than any drill instructor because it came from you. They all got goosebumps and turned to stare at Price with wide eyes. Not even Ghost knew his name was Jonathan.

John carefully got up and shuffled to the kitchen.

"I told you this was for dessert, why is there a fingerprint?"

There was a very clear indent of a swipe of the cream gone off your biscoff cookie cake you made for tonight. Only problem was, he didn't even do it this time.

"Luvie I swear it wasn't me-"

"I tell you one thing and it's stay out of my kitchen, I don't go in the garage do I? I stay out the basement don't I? Do not. Come into my kitchen again."

He was too scared to defend himself and just went back to the living room. The boys still stared at him cause they caught the whole conversation even in your hushed and harsh tone. Soap knew he was going to hell cause he let his Captain get chewed like that when his mouth was still sweet.

[shroompette]

141 x Clown Girl!Reader is eating my brain <3 (Also thank you all so so so much for helping me achieve more than 100 followers, I love you 💜)

Thinking about 141 who babysat Johnny's little nephew together ONCE and somehow ended up invited to his birthday party. The non-related men would have declined were it not for Mrs. MacTavish's insistence on feeding them something good (and perhaps have them introduced to some of the single women from the MacTavish clan.)

When the day comes and they show up with gifts, they're quickly separated by a swarm of Johnny's relatives who are curious about the friends he brought in.

Price ends up in the kitchen and volunteers to help with making lunch to which Mrs. MacTavish objects at first, but he manages to persuade her into at least letting him keep her and her sisters company. He swoops in here and there to hand one of them an utensil, spice or just a cup of water, gradually taking over each of their tasks and having them rest while he simultaneously keeps an eye on the beef and potatoes in the oven, mixes the cookie dough and casually chats with the women watching him, charming each and every one of them to the point one of Soap's aunts seriously considers poisoning her husband just to have a shot with John.

Gaz, meanwhile, was asked by Soap's sister - the mother of the birthday boy - to help with blowing up a couple more balloons for the little ones to play with. He obliges, spurred on by all the pretty cousins cheering him on, realizing after about half an hour that they've been staring at his arms bulge the entire time he's been operating the air pump (not like he's complaining, he's proud of what he's rocking).

The other half of the female relatives who weren't currently drooling over Gaz's body were in the living room swooning over Ghost, specifically the fact all the kids flocked to him like curious kittens. Last nail to the coffin was someone handing him a baby - although he looked as if someone just gave him a ticking bomb, he tried his best to entertain the tiny wiggling thing in order to keep it from crying, even gave it an awkward little bounce (call him The Ovary Whisperer the way the women who swore did not want another child suddenly changed their minds).

Johnny watched all of this occur with a wide grin, eventually taking pity on his buddies - though Price didn't seem too bothered - and plucked them away from their respective tasks to lead them out into the garden, picking up a few beers from the cooler and handing the cans to them.

While enjoying their break, they notice the kids rush from the blow-up castle to you, a Clown Girl that Soap's ma hired to entertain the kids in the afternoon.

Price arches an eyebrow, glancing at Johnny who seems just as surprised.

"Strange, usually my uncle Thomas dresses up as clown for the bairns."

"Maybe he wanted to be a part of the audience this year," Gaz hums, sipping his beer. Ghost doesn't say anything, only watches as you crouch to the kids' level and smile at them brightly, chirping about something that he's too far away to hear. On the enigma spectrum, you'd be on the opposite end from him; donned in a white button up with a flower in your pocket, rainbow suspenders and a frilly tutu accompanied by silly shoes, you're a picture perfect goof. You pick up the birthday boy and tickle his sides before making a show of not knowing your way towards the house standing just a few feet away, causing the children to giggle and tug on your sleeves, dragging you to the backdoor. The closer you get, the more the men notice what a cute little thing you are. Your make-up's not too heavy, some white foundation, pink cheeks and, of course, a big red nose. As you pass them, you flash them a bright smile and honk it, making the children giggle and nearly stomp over one another with how they skipped and begged you to let them have a go too.

The four men exchange a look and then gaze back at you, so lively and sweet. Neither says anything for a few moments before Soap speaks up:

"Ye think her titties honk too?"

The only reason Price hadn't smacked him on the back of the head was because Ghost was faster.

They quickly finish their beers and go back inside, following the trail of confetti and glitter that Johnny KNOWS is going to be a pain in the ass to vacuum later (he likely will pester Gaz into assissting him). They find you in the living room, expertly twisting long balloons into dogs and giraffes and whatnot, making sure every child has one to play with. It's sweet, the way you try to include everyone in your silly games, letting every child have a turn sitting in your lap and talk your ears off. You even get to hold the baby that Ghost was handed earlier, naturally softening your voice and calming your bouncy gait while maintaining your image as an entertainer, shoes squeaking loudly as you go round jokingly asking the parents whose pet bean it is.

With every passing moment, the men find you more and more adorable; you're funny, obviously good with children and your costume does very little to hide all your assets. And the way you smile so warmly? It makes Gaz want to go back to middle school, retake his geography test and change the answer to the question about the cause of ice caps melting to your full government name.

For the second time that day, the men's eyes meet in an unspoken agreement. They've shared pretty things before; and you'll certainly be the prettiest one yet.

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Buy me a cup of tea, please? 🍵♡︎

[planetary-corpse]

just bartender Johnny and bartender Gaz being overworked.

The streets are vacant, the barstools as well.

The bar is littered with beer bottles, some empty, others halfway full.

The lights are on, but low. Casting a warm glow inside ‘The Last Call’.

It’s closing time.

Gaz stands behind the bar, his shoulders slumped, as he repeatedly polishes the same glass in his hands.

Watching the white cloth move in circles over and over.

Johnny stands a few feet away, a broom moving in slow strokes back and forth against the floor. Doing little but pushing dirt around.

Neither of them have said a word.

The only noise in the room being the broom brushing against the floor and the quiet music that Price has put on.

A soft clink of glass makes Johnnys tired gaze move to Gaz.

He has no expression on his face. Lips thin, eyes heavy.

The broom in Johnnys hand comes to a stop.

Gaz places the cup top down on the bar. Both palms flat against the wood, caging in the glass between them.

His stare fixated on the bar top.

Johnny takes a step forward, his boots awkwardly squeaking under him.

“Kyle?”

Honey brown eyes find Johnny’s concerned gaze.

A smile that doesn’t quite reach them pulling on his lips.

“Hm?”

Johnny adjusts the broom under him, shifting his feet. Leaning onto the broom like it’s a sturdy pillar. His elbow perched on its handle.

Watching Gaz a little too closely.

Gaz’s ringed finger quickly taps against the bar below.

“Ye look dead on yer feet Kyle.”

Johnny attempts to tease, but the sound comes out strangled.

Gaz slowly stands to his full height, wiping his face with both hands, like that could smooth out the exhaustion written in his features.

Then, a laugh leaves his lips.

But there’s no humor in it, just this empty reverb.

The sound makes Johnny stiffen.

The broom under him now tight in his grasp.

“Think m’might be past tired at this point.”

He shakes his head, smile flat.

Gaz picks the glass up once again.

Heavy and cold.

Johnny watches for a moment longer before dropping the broom.

It hits the floor with a crack that splits the silence apart.

In three steps, Johnny is sat at the bar.

Arms folded, expression serious.

He nods to the barstool next to him.

“Sit with me.”

Gaz stares at him, long enough for a crease to form between his brows.

Then, the glass gets set down once again.

And another bar stool scrapes against the floor.

AN: I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t practice. <3