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mistydeyes · 9 months

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makeup wipes and cleansing balm - running mascara pt. ii

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summary: After a long argument and scathing words from your significant other, it’s time to face them again. Will they apologize or are you left to clean up your tears and mascara on your own?

read pt.i here!

pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!Reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of depression/mental illness/seperation anxiety

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a/n: you guys went FERAL over this! hope you enjoy part ii! literally just realized how long this was omg

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price

After you stormed out in the middle of the night, you found yourself at the doorstep of your friend’s flat. “God what are you doing here so late?” he said as he rubbed his eyes. It was 3 am after all. However, as he saw your puffy eyes and how you were in your pajamas, he let you in. You sat across the counter, giving him a Sparknotes version of the previous night’s events. “I can’t believe he would say that to you,” he mused as you gingerly sipped on your tea. “I know, it surprised me too,” you uttered, “mind if I use your washroom and splash some cold water out of my face?” He nodded and you found your way to the bathroom. You breathed out as you examined your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You splashed the cold water with your hands and as you turned off the tap, you heard your friend answer the door.

At first, the voices were muffled and you dried your face with the towel. However as they approached the kitchen, you realized you heard the baritones of John as he pleaded with your friend. “John, she doesn’t want to see you,” you could hear your friend say through the closed door. You placed the towel down and held your ear to the wood to get a better sense of the situation. “I know, I know, I ju–“ your friend cut John off. “You know what, John? As I said before, she doesn’t want to see you.” You could hear John sigh before sitting down on the couch. “I know I said some things I shouldn’t have but I just want to apologize,” he said and you could hear the defeat in his tone. The floor creaked slightly as your friend sat down next to him. “Do you know how many nights she sat waiting for you? How many cold dinners that she threw out in the morning when you failed to walk through the door? Of course, you wouldn’t know, you weren’t the one she was calling every fortnight!” your friend exclaimed and you were surprised at his rising tone. There was a pause before he continued. “You have some goddamn nerve coming here after what you said to her. She made that house a home and the first thing you do to thank her is berate her? I couldn’t fucking believe it when she showed up at my doorstep.”

There were more words exchanged as you wondered what to do. You couldn’t stay in this bathroom forever and it was clear John knew you had headed here. You wondered if you could fit through the small window. As you plotted your escape, the bathroom door flung open. You turned around to see John standing there with a surprised look on his face. “I told you to not go in the bathroom,” your friend scowled at John. You stared at him blankly and protectively wrapped your arms around yourself. “Hello, John,” you spoke coldly and tried to move around him but he blocked your path. “Are you gonna let me pass?” you asked as you looked up at him. “Will you come home?” he requested and you held your gaze with tears in your eyes. “Depends.” The tension was clear in the room and before your friend could interrupt, John closed and locked the door behind him. You took a step back in the now enclosed space as you realized your exit was closed. You avoided his gaze as he took a step forward, attempting to hold your cheek.

“You can’t just win me back by trapping me in here,” you responded as you peeled his touch off of you. He looked at you sadly and swallowed, trying to find the words to say. “I know,” he began, “and you can tell me to stop.” You nodded at his contentions and leaned against the wall. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, hell, I wouldn't either," he said with a chuckle and you struggled to suppress a small smile, "but I am so sorry for taking my frustrations out on you." "I understand you were frustrated but it was what came after," you trailed off, "you made me feel so inconsequential, John, and I think that's what hurt the most." You tried to shake the tears that were bubbling to the surface but soon they permeated your face. "Please, don't cry," he consoled and grabbed a few tissues for you. You trembled at his touch as he wiped them away. "I know I ask a lot for you and don't give much back but I always appreciate you," he whispered and you leaned into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you as you continue to sob uncontrollably. "You don't owe me anything but will you please come home?" he begged and you looked up at him. As you wiped furiously at the tears, he kissed your forehead gently. "It isn't the same without you there, love," he whispered, pulling you back into his soaked torso. "I think I would like that," you muttered into his chest. You spent a few moments in each other's embrace before you emerged from the bathroom. "I'll be heading home now," you called to your friend and he waved you off. "Don't make her cry again, John, or you're a deadman," you could hear him whisper as he held John back for a moment. For the first time, you could see the words shutter through him. "I promise."

soap

Your eyes shot open with the radiant morning light and you groaned in response. You felt like absolute shit. What would normally be a gorgeous morning was already draining. You rolled your sore shoulders and tried to run your fingers through your tangled hair. Despite being in bed, you were both physically and emotionally exhausted. The entire night Johnny kept pounding on the door and pleading for you to open it. He had tried every tactic in the book and eventually, you had fallen asleep in exhaustion. As you got up and heard the bed creak, the knocking resumed. Bastard must’ve slept on the floor. “Y/N please just open the door,” he pleaded through the closed door. “Can’t hear you!” you shouted back, “too busy being a fucking buzzkill in here!” “I just want to talk to you.” “And I don’t, so just leave me alone,” you replied angrily and you could hear his footsteps exit the flat.

Minutes later as you were playing on your phone, you screamed as you heard a loud knock on the balcony’s door. “What the fuck!” you shrieked as your head whipped around. Johnny stood there panting as he tried to fix himself. He looked worse off than you and you were baffled that he had climbed up to the second story. “Why are you on my balcony?” you asked as you wrapped yourself in the duvet. “You wouldn’t talk to me out there, so I thought about a change in setting,” he said, almost questioningly. God, why did you have to date a military sergeant? You stood there shocked for a moment before you were able to formulate a sentence. “If I hear you out, will you leave me alone?” He paced around a bit before agreeing to your terms. “Will you let me in?” he asked, pulling at the locked door. “Not a fucking chance, I can hear you perfectly clear in here.”

He took a deep breath before he walked closer to the glass. "I'm so sorry, I took it too far," he said quietly and looked for your response. "Johnny, it's always too far with you," you sighed, "I don't know where you get off with these things?" He nodded as you continued to let out your frustrations. "Every time I think we have talked it out, you go and do something more infuriating!" your tone was beginning to build and you could feel your voice reverberate through the room. He looked like a kicked puppy but you wanted him to hear all of it. "I just don't understand why you feel the need to embarrass me like that, especially in front of people that you talk so highly of," with this last statement you trailed off and the defeat was evident in your voice. "I'm sorry that it had to come to this for me to realize," he replied, a sudden acceptance in his tone, "I know I take jokes too far but I never meant to hurt you." You sat up in bed and faced him, preparing to hear him out. "I should've known better but I hear you now," he said sheepishly and rubbed his neck as he looked at you again. You tried to avoid his gaze but you could feel your anger begin to wear away. "I don't want to argue like that again, Johnny," you said, now sounding more broken and exhausted than before, "I want us to enjoy our time out." "I want that too and I promise there won't be a next time when you're sleeping alone," he comforted and that was all you needed to hear.

You got up from the bed and unlocked the door. He entered cautiously and held his arms out for you. You readily returned his embrace and you swayed slightly as you both said nothing. "I missed you," he whispered and you placed a hand on his cheek. "I missed you too, you bastard." He led you gently back into bed and you got under the soft covers. "How about we spend a night in? Watch a movie with some pints?" he offered and you readily agreed. You laid on his chest and played with his calloused fingers, settling in each other's presence. "Maybe after a shower, you smell a little ripe to me," you joked and you could feel his chest rise in laughter. "Might need to go running with Gaz again," he said through chuckles, "that climb to the balcony was awful."

gaz

After your fight with Kyle, you had been spending a few nights with a close friend. You practically moved into her flat and she had graciously let you have the couch for the past week. You had been comfortable thanks to your “overzealous spending.” It afforded you the luxury of a wardrobe and endless amounts of takeout food. Despite the positives, you could tell your friend was growing tired of your presence. “You need to go back,” she said to you softly as you went to grab another Lo Mein box. You wiped a stray noodle from your face and looked at her. “I know, I just don’t want to talk to him.” “You don’t have to, but you should go home where you aren’t living in Amazon boxes.” In comedic timing, both of you turned to see the pile of boxes and bags with sweatpants and t-shirts. You swallowed down another bottle of cheap beer before you conceded. “I’ll go back tomorrow, I promise.”

As your friend dropped you off at your flat, you could feel your stomach churn. "It'll be alright, call me later," she reassured before you saw her car turn down the street. She had kindly given you a duffle to hold your clothes and you held it in your hand as you keyed in. You took a deep breath before you entered. Part of you secretly hoped that Kyle had left and you would have a moment of peace. However, your optimism was shattered as you saw him sitting on your couch. “Hey,” you responded flatly before making your way to the bedroom. You hoped he would let you go and relish in the silence but you knew your fiancé wasn't such a person. As you entered the cleaned bedroom, you heard the floor creak as he followed behind you wordlessly. “Can we talk?” he said defeated and you turned your back to unpack your things. “I’m listening.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “God this was so much easier in my head.” You scoffed and Kyle knew he was starting to lose you further. “I’m sorry for what I said before and I'll stand apologizing hundreds of times just to have you forgive me," he said, the words exiting his mouth quickly and having a sense of nervousness in them. You crossed your arms, still looking away from him before you replied. "It's not a matter of apologizing, Kyle," you muttered, "I just don't understand where all that venom and anger came from." You could hear him hold his breath and shuffle slightly. "I didn't think it through," he explained, "I kept saying those things and not realizing how much they hurt you." You shook your head in response and resumed opening the drawers to put your new sweatpants in. You tried to put on an uncaring facade but no matter what Kyle was saying now, couldn't make up for how broken you felt. You let a few silent tears fall before you could feel Kyle put a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head and you could see the immediate shock in his eyes as he tried to brush your soaked cheeks.

"Fuck, love, oh my god-" he began to say in a fervor, "I didn't mean to say what I said, and fuck I didn't mean to make you cry." Maybe it was seeing him in front of you but you let your guard down and began to uncontrollably sob. He pulled you into his lap and sat on the duvet as you crumbled. "I-I don't know why I'm like that-" you began to fumble on your words, "I just love shopping and you're not here and I get sad and-" Kyle silenced your tearful rambles. "Love, you aren't to blame here, you don't need to apologize," he reassured and you tried to quell your tears. "I always ask the most from you when I'm deployed and I'm so sorry I made you feel like this," he whispered and you nodded. "Maybe I'm the one with the separation issues," he chuckled, "I just want to know I'm needed in your life even though you're my strong independent woman." You smiled at this and kissed him on the cheek gently. "That'll do for an apology, Sergeant," you mused and you both hugged for a moment. When you separated, he kissed you gently. "Are we okay?" "Of course, we're okay, Kyle, we always figure it out."

ghost

Despite Simon’s harsh words and cold demeanor, you had slept like a baby. Just another benefit of going to therapy and learning how to healthily cope with conflict. You rubbed your slightly puffy eyes before you laid back down in bed. Halfway through the night, you remember hearing the front door close and eventually smelling the pungent odor of cigarette smoke waft into the bedroom window. Simon was presumably out there for a while as you fell asleep before he had come back in. You hoped that he hadn’t returned but nonetheless, you decided to make your way to the kitchen for some breakfast. You had nothing to say to him so why let him interrupt your day?

As you exited the bedroom and went to the kitchen, you could see he was already up and sitting at the kitchen island. He was hunched over a cup of black coffee as you grabbed a cereal bowl. You didn't bother with pleasantries and continued to the pantry. You could feel his gaze follow you as you went through the motions of pouring your favorite cereal and milk. You were just about to walk back to the bedroom when he spoke up. “I just wanted to say before I start, I’m not good at these things,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper. You laughed harshly at his demeanor. “Wow what a fucking way to start an apology,” you replied bitterly, “if you can even call it that.” You brushed past him but he put a hand out, blocking your path. You looked at his eyes, fraught with insomnia, as he spoke. “Please just give me five minutes.”

You stepped back from Simon and leaned against the counter adjacent to him. You could tell his nails were raw from biting them. A bad habit of his. In the tense air, you quietly crunched on your cereal as he tried to find the right words. “I’m sorry for what I said to you, I didn’t mean to generalize therapy like that,” he said and you could tell he was struggling. You put your half-eaten bowl down and took a deep breath. "What you said hurt me, Simon" you began to say and you could feel the tears coat your cheeks. "I know,” he whispered with a sudden gentleness, “that’s why I want you to yell at me, curse at me, tell me how much I messed up!” his tone began to rise. You stood further into the counter as you worried if this would lead to another screaming match. "Simon, please don't yell," you let out quietly and he could see the slight hint of fear in your glossy eyes.

He sipped his coffee and tried to regulate your breathing as you stared at the now soggy cereal. "I'm sorry for raising my voice," he apologized and his tone was much softer than before. You could tell how much this argument affected him and you realized how much you missed him despite his flaws. “Just please don't leave me,” he choked out and tears were fully streaming down your face. You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. You held him tightly and he returned your embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist. He looked up at you and wiped away your tears. “I’m sorry for taking out my frustrations on you,” he whispered as he looked into your eyes. You blinked a few stray tears away and placed your arms around his neck. “I understand Simon," you said softly, "and I'll always be here for you but I think therapy could be a good thing” he looked away and you placed a hand on his cheek to turn him to you. "I know it's difficult, I've been there but it doesn't hurt to consider some options," you continued and he nodded at the suggestion. "You don’t deserve all the shit life has thrown at you. You never did but let others help you," you concluded and you could see a small smile on his lips from your words of wisdom. "I'll never leave, I promise," you whispered before you kissed him gently and made him feel whole again.

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yawnderu · 6 months

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Lorelei — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part III

Spoilers for MW3 ahead.

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Short chapter to keep the writing inspiration going, next one will be longer.<3

''Si?'' You ask softly as you see the brooding figure on the doorframe. He's standing so still you would think it's a cardboard cutout, though the way his chest moves up and down gives him away. He doesn't say anything, simply walks up to you slowly, footsteps oddly quiet for someone his size.

You do nothing but sit up in bed slowly, looking at the familiar figure crouch down next to your bed, the black balaclava still on. You barely manage to see his eyes before he looks down, though you can recognize that haunted look in his eyes easily.

''What happened?'' You ask softly, hand on the back of his masked head as he rests his head on your lap. You see him take a few deep breaths, trying to hold himself together.

''Johnny's gone.'' Is all he can manage to say, voice raspy and weak. You've seen Simon lose comrades throughout the years, but Soap was a brother to him. He was the closest thing to Tommy he ever had, and losing a brother again felt like having his heart ripped out a second time. You hold him closer, hands applying light pressure on his back and he gets the message, climbing in bed with you. It's dark— you can't even see anything other than his outline, but you can feel him.

''I'm sorry, Simon.'' He stays quiet, simply allowing you to hold him close, his masked face seeking shelter on your warm chest, your hand running up and down his back while you console him. He removes his mask, knowing he never has to cover up around you, the feeling of the warm skin of your chest on his face slowly grounding him. You rock him gently, planting a soft kiss on his short hair,

''I'm here.'' He nods weakly, arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you as close to him as possible, fitting so perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. Despite the heartbreak from when he left, your pride is put aside to care for him, holding him in the same motherly way you held your baby when she was born.

''I'm sorry.'' He doesn't have to specify; you know what he's talking about.

''It's okay.'' You both know it's far from okay, but you push it to the back of your mind, for now.

''She awake?'' You shake your head, mumbling a small ''mm-mm'' in reply. He nods, arms wrapping tighter around you. The last thing he wanted was to wake up his little girl, always making sure he was being quiet as Ghost, despite being Simon as soon as he stepped into your house.

After years of knowing Simon— yes, Simon Riley, before he became Ghost, you know better than to ask what happened or press for details. You were there when he lost his family, watching him become Ghost, and you supported him along the way. This isn't any different. The night is spent with both of you holding each other, limbs intertwined. You don't even notice when you start drifting off, head slowly leaning back to the side and eyes growing heavier, though you don't fight it, the mass on top of you heavy and warm enough to feel like a second blanket.

''Hey, big guy.'' You greet tiredly, fingers running through his short blond hair as he looks up at you. The whites of his eyes are now red, veins painfully visible, and it's just a confirmation that he didn't sleep at all, simply focusing on watching you in your sleep and being too into his own head.

''Let me take care of you. I'll be here till you're right, Simon.''

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1whore1gang · 6 months

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it’s the little things 🤍

Part 1 is here!

in which the 141 turn into toddlers and you and price must figure out how to make it work

I’m sorry this one’s a bit short! 😕

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You had woken up in the middle of the night to feed Gaz, trying to keep his crying to a minimum so he didn’t wake up Soap and Ghost. “Shhh… you’re okay.”

You were rocking him on your hip in the kitchen as you waited for the bottle to warm. “It’s almost ready, I promise!”

As soon as the microwave was about to go off, you opened it so it wouldn’t beep and wake up Price. You mixed together everything and gave it a good shake before adjusting Gaz to feed him.

The kitchen was dark, only the moonlight peering it lighting the space. The compound was quiet as everyone slept, giving this moment some slowness. You stared down as Gaz drank, his eyes closed. You couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight.

You’d be kidding yourself if you said you never wanted kids, but it hadn’t been in the cards for you. You quietly cooed at Gaz, rocking him as he held his own bottle. Sighing, you watched as he tried to get every last bit out of the bottle, taking it from him and washing it out quickly before returning to your room.

Turning to set Gaz down, you see Soap standing up, a giddy look on his face as he grasped onto the top of the playpen wall, bending his knees to make his body bounce. You laugh a little as you set a sleepy Gaz down and pick up Soap. “What’s got you all energized huh?”

He was giggling and grabbing at your face. Excitement was written all over his little face. You laughed quietly as you sat down with him and held him as he laid against you. “And I thought you had energy as an adult. Simon sleeps more than you right now.”

Soap let out a noise in response to your voice, looking up at you. “I wonder if you know what’s going on, or if you’ll even remember any of this.” Soap moved his arms to lay flat on you as he turned his head to lay on your chest as you began to lay back down in your bed.

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?” You moved to put him in the playpen when he whined. “Nevermind.”

You woke up to feel a wet spot on your t-shirt, looking down to see Soap still laying on your chest, a pool of drool taking place on the collar of your shirt. “Great.” You slowly sat up, putting Soap down, seeing the other two boys still asleep. Yawning, you stretched your arms out, seeing it’s only 5 am.

You leaned over the side of the playpen gently, staring down at the littles when a stench hit your nose. “Uh uh. No way.” One by one, you lifted each boy up to smell who did the deed.

Once you picked up Ghost, it made the scent stronger. “Oh come on.” You carried him stretched out from your body, his little head lopsided as he slept. You looked around, realizing you left the diapers in Price’s room. You sighed, propping Ghost on your hip as you walked down the hall to Price.

A small knock landed on his door as he opened it. He was shirtless, wearing flannel pajama pants and messy hair. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“What the fuck is that smell?!” He looked down at you in disgust.

“Ghost. I left the diapers in here.” You chewed your bottom lip.

“Right.” He moved to go retrieve them and handed them to you.

You both stared at each other for a moment before he raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never changed a diaper before.” You say shyly.

Price’s eyebrows raised for a moment in comprehension, then took in a deep breathe. “Come here.”

You entered his room as he took Ghost from you, laying him down on a towel spread on a side table by his couch. “This is going to weirder than it has to be.” He said as he began to change the diaper. “You see these little tape straps? You gotta peel those back.”

He snapped and signaled for the wipes, which you quickly grabbed. “Hold his feet.” You took ahold of Ghost’s tiny feet and held his bum up away from the towel. You watched as Price discarded the diaper, quickly wiping away any mess and applied the new diaper. “It’s not super hard.”

“You made it look easy.” You laughed.

“You’re gonna need to learn to do it. Especially with the three of them.” Price gave you a pointed look.

“I know. Thanks for your help.” You swooped up Ghost and began to head to your room.

“Wait, why don’t you bring the buggers in here? You can use the couch. That way if something like this happens again we’re close. Share the caretaking.” You nodded as Price took Ghost from your arms.

You began to bring things in trips to Price’s room. The boys in one trip, the playpen in the other, and then finally your belongings.

“I had blankets for you, you didn’t have to bring your own.” Price said as he saw you making the pullout couch up.

“It’s okay, I had to bring some other things too.” You say, setting down a change of clothes in case Gaz spit up on you again.

“Do you need anything else?” Price spoke, crawling into his bed. “We could both stand to get a few more hours of sleep.”

“All good here.” Your voice was quiet, watching as he arms flexed as he adjusted himself to become comfortable. He hummed in response and laid on his side.

You sighed as you laid down yourself.

Suddenly, you woke up to crying, violent screaming if you will. You shot up, seeing Price already halfway out of bed. You both bolted to the playpen to see Ghost crying his eyes out, clinging onto Soap.

You picked him up, shushing him and bringing him out of the room to comfort him. “Hey it’s okay Simon, you’re okay!” You made sure he didn’t need a diaper change. “Are you hungry?”

“Y/N!!” You hear Price’s panic. Bursting back into the room, he’s got Soap sprawled onto his bed.

“John?!” The use of his first name slipped past your lips as you saw the evident worry in his expression. “What’s going on?!”

“He’s not breathing!!”

The world stood still as you watch Pric perform CPR on Soap’s little body. Everything slowed down around you.

Soap wasn’t breathing…and Ghost alerted you both.

The sound of your pounding heart was the only noise you heard as panic swallowed you whole. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t process the situation.

You feel Ghost being taken from you, but you can’t react. You fear the worst, that you’d lose one of your best friends, and he won’t even know what happened because he isn’t an adult anymore.

God, Soap won’t even know he’s dead. He won’t even know what happened.

Suddenly, you break out of your spell due to two big strong arms pulling you in. “Hey, you with me?”

You can’t respond, your body is trembling with fear. “Y/N? Hey, come back, come back to me Y/N.”

Finally, the strength comes upon you to look up to see a teary Price. “John?”

“Y/N.”

“Is he…?”

A hand comes down to turn your head towards the playpen where Soap and Ghost are clinging to each other, cooing with wide eyes. Soap’s breathing.

You let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding as you lose control and begin to sob. A hand flies to your mouth to silence yourself. “You saved him.”

“Sshhh…” Price holds you tight against his chest. “See? He’s okay. He’s alright.”

You are too focused on Soap moving and being alive to notice how sweet Price is being. “Soap…”

“He’s alright, he had a small toy stuck in his throat. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Oh my God, I put those toys in the playpen! It’s my fault!” You quickly began to crumble as you backed away from Price in horror.

“Y/N, breathe. It’s okay.”

“It’s not! I almost killed Soap! If Ghost hadn’t of started crying, we wouldn’t have known!!” You we’re violently shaking at the ordeal.

“Look at me.” Price’s voice rumbled out his chest. He wasn’t asking, it was an order. Your eyes snapped up, wide in horror. “It’s not your fault. Besides, he’s okay.”

“I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“

“Stop talking.”

“I didn’t think he’d try to swallow it-“

“Y/N!”

“Oh, I, oh God-“

“Shut up.”

“But I-“ Price came up to you and put a finger to your lips.

“Next time your captian tells you to stop talking, I’d listen.” He was dead serious. His military side coming forward. “Now lay back down, rest up. I’ll stay up for a bit to make sure Soap doesn’t try to kill himself again.”

You nod, still visibly shaking.

This was all your fault.

But why didn’t he yell at you? Why didn’t he reprimand you? Tell you you were useless? Insult you?

Instead he took you in his arms and shushed your crying.

Something was changing inside of John Price, and little did anyone know, it went deeper than the three littles laying in the playpen.

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crimsonbubble · 4 months

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💐✨SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨💐

Have cat

#ghostslittlegf #bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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141 + LV & König Cumming Too Quick

Warnings: swearing, cumming, smut

A/N: Based on a few requests, I just complied this into one. I hope that's okay!!😊🩷 ( I also have seen these posts circling around, and everyone's is so good😭)

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GIF by ghostslittlegf

Simon Ghost Riley-

It was late into the night when Simon tossed and turned restlessly in bed. He was beyond horny and couldn't help himself when his hands started to caress your body next to him.

You stirred awake, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you felt your husband's hands wandering your body.

"Love." He whispered as he softly ground his cock against your ass. "Need you."

You let out a sleepy moan before grabbing Simon's hand and laying it on your chest. Simon was never this needy, and his soft pleas sent heat straight to your core. "Please, Si."

He squeezed at the flesh of your breast before moving his other hand to pull down your panties. He ran his fingers along your folds, pleasantly surprised to find you already soaked for him. "Such a good girl."

He pulled down his own knickers and rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds, before pushing into you.

You cried out, leaning back into his chest more, your walls clenching around him. His hand flew to your hips, grasping at the flesh there.

"Fuck, love, please dont." Simon begged. Your walls were squeezing his cock too much and he could barely withhold his orgasm as it was.

"Si, you feel so good, please." You whined, clawing at your boyfriend.

He slowly started to move, cursing every so often as your walls kept clenching down on him, making it impossible for him to focus.

"Bloody fucking hell!" He cried out, unable to prolong his orgasm any longer, as his cock pulsed inside you. His head flew into the apex of your shoulder, biting into the skin as he cried out softly from his orgasm.

He pulled away slowly, his cheeks red from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, love."

You turned your head and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. You crawled over the top of him, not removing your lips from his, as your hand went to stroke his member.

"I'm flattered." You pulled away with a teasing grin. You were wide awake now and needy for him.

"C'mere." He pulled you back into him as he moved his hand to cup at your heat, his fingers toying with your clit. "Can't leave my princess left hanging, can I? Wouldn't be very gentleman like of me."

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Johnny Soap MacTavish-

Johnny was watching as you did your nightly stretches before bed, unable to control his cock from hardening in his pants at the sight. He'd had pent of frustration from work he hadn't been able to release in days, and watching you bending over was sending him over the edge.

"Lass. Come 'ere." He begged, reaching his arms out to you. "I need you, sweetheart."

You turned toward your boyfriend with a wolfish grin. "What do you need, baby?"

"You. Please I fucking need you." He whined, pulling his cock out of his shorts. He began to fist at his length lazily, and watched as you discarded your bottoms before crawling over on top of him.

You settled your hands on his chest, before sinking yourself down on his cock, both of you moaning in unison. You didn't let him adjust before you started fucking him eagerly.

"Babe, slow down, please." Johnny pleaded, his eyes flying open as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock, your pace not relenting. His hands flew up to your chest, and he began to pinch at your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you.

Johnny's head pushed back into the pillow behind him, and watched as you rode him. You looked ethereal on top of him, and he was trying desperately not to cum so soon.

"C-cant stop. Feels too good, Johnny. " Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gripped onto your boyfriend's outstretched arm. You continued your movements as you took one of his fingers in your mouth and began to suck on it feverishly.

Johnny, at that moment, lost all sense of himself as he grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and thrusted up into you before his orgasm ripped through him. His body collapsed back onto the bed, his hands still squeezing harshly at your flesh as his cock emptied its release inside you.

You kept with your movements, slowing down to milk his cock with your tight walls. Johnny pulled you off of him and laid you below him on the bed.

"You're a damn minx." He growled, nipping at your earlobe. "Sorry though, I feel like an arse."

You smiled at him as you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth. You kept your eyes locked with his as you started to move your hand toward your pussy, fingers beginning to shove his cum back inside you. "Make it up to me?"

It didn't take long before Johnny was cumming again.

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Alejandro-

"Shit, shit, shit. Mi amor, you're so tight." Alejandro cried out. His breathing was rapid as he struggled to prevent his orgasm from happening this early on.

The feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock, mixed with the faint moans coming from you had Alejandro's resolve crumbling quickly.

He always lasted awhile with you, but his most recent mission had kept him away from you for quite some time, and he was practically cumming in his pants when you'd accidentally grazed his cock when he'd gotten home.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your nails raking into his back, breaking the skin in some places. "Please Ale, harder."

Alejandro let out a breathy moan and rested his forehead against yours. "I'm trying, my love. You feel too good tonight."

You let out a soft whimper at his words, and Alejandro felt his control slipping through his fingers. He gave a few more thrusts, and his orgasm rippled through him as your walls clenched down on him once more. "FUCK!"

He began panting as his cock painted your walls white with his cum, and languidly moved in and out of your pussy as he rode out his high. "I'm so sorry, my love. I couldn't."

You let out a sweet giggle, pulling his mouth down to yours. "It's okay, Ale."

"Why don't we go take a shower, yeah? Let me take care of you in there." He whispered, peppering kisses to your face.

You gave a firm nod to him as he stopped you into his arms bridal style. "I love you, cariño."

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John Price-

John had been needy all day. You'd been on about a half dozen calls for work and weren't able to pay him any attention. It wasn't often he got overly needy like this, and when you got off your final work call, he came over to you, threw you on his shoulder and took you up to your shared room.

He made quick work of your clothes and was over top of you within seconds of entering the bedroom. He pulled your ass to him, getting on his knees to press a wet open mouth kiss to your pussy, using his saliva to lube the area for himself.

You moaned, throwing your head forward on the bed, before you felt the tip of John's cock at your entrance. He pushed himself in fully with one movement of his hips and groaned loudly as you instinctively clenched around him.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight. I'm not going to last long." His head lulled forward as he tried to compose himself.

Price was thrusting in and out of you slowly, unable to pick up his pace without fear of cumming to quick. He was usually a man of great stamina, but it'd been weeks since he's had you and weeks since he's been able to get off.

He gripped your hips tightly as he continued to languidly thrust into you. He felt he was able to pick up the pace ever so slightly, when all of a sudden your walls had clenched down on him, causing him to stop his movements altogether.

He landed a slap down on your ass as his face scrunched together, desperately focusing on not cumming. The impact of his hand on your ass caused you to lurch forward, sticking your ass up just a little bit higher, and Price lost it.

He gave a weak thrust, and his orgasm hit him hard. He leaned himself against you panting, as his cock released inside of you. "Fucking...shit."

He took a moment to regain his senses, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

You turned to look at him with a smile before flipping over to slide off the bed. John's hand on your wrist stopped you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get a towel to clean up?" You asked, perplexed.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart, get back on that bed, on all fours, now."

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Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle was beyond desperate. You'd been away on a business trip all weekend, and he had nothing to help himself other than his hand, which did little to satiate his needs. It was mere moments after you'd gotten through the door when he took you directly to the bedroom.

"Hun, I'm c-close." Kyle panted, his eyes closed in concentration.

"Already?" You teased, running your hands along the muscles in his back. You began pressing kisses along his chest, trailing them up to his sweet spot just below his ear, and bit the flesh there softly before running your tongue along it.

"Sh-shut it." He laughed, his brows furrowed together as he continued to thrust into you. You'd felt tighter than ever to him in that moment, and he was trying his best to focus on not coming, but the way your walls were clenching his cock made it impossible. "You feel so good, shit."

He felt the coil in his belly snap as his orgasm overcame him. His cock throbbed inside you, as he emptied himself within your walls. "Fuck, I'm so sorry."

You gave him a small chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "Glad to know I can help out."

"More than you know, baby." He smiled as he kissed your forehead. "Can I make it up to you?"

You gave a shy nod as he latched his lips to your neck. "Always so good to me, let me return the favor."

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König-

König sat with his knee bouncing rapidly on the couch. He'd just gotten home from a long mission and was beyond sexually frustrated. You were cooking dinner when he'd arrived and told him to sit patiently on the couch, but he was growing restless.

He abruptly stood up and made his way over to you, pulling you away from the food in front of you. "Maus... let me have you please. Can't wait any longer."

You turned and gave him a small smile. "Who am I to say no."

He immediately pushed you up against the counter, your ass pressing against his hardening cock. He ripped down your panties and discarded his own before he ran a finger along your folds, playing with your bundle of nerves. "So good to me, Schatz."

When he felt he prepped you enough, he was quick to fully sheath himself within your now sopping cunt. He let out a soft whine, as he already felt himself nearing his high. "Scheisse"

He started to thrust slowly, as he tried to concentrate on not cumming too quickly. He pulled himself out for just a moment to take a quick break, before ramming himself back into you, burying himself entirely within your velvety walls.

The squeak you had let out at his movement is what set him over the edge. He gave a soft cry as he convulsed against you, his cock spilling inside of you.

His eyes blinked open slowly, as he started to regain his senses. "Maus...I'm... I'm so sorry." His face was beat red, and he refused to look you in the eyes.

You turned at the smell of something burning and were quick to run to turn the oven off. "The food! Shit it's all burned now."

Königs eyes trailed you, and his eyes grew dark at the sight of his cum dripping down your leg. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your mouth against his. The kiss was bruising, a clash of tongue and teeth, and when he pulled away, a trail of your saliva followed.

"I'm hungry for something else, anyway." He said as he got to his knees in front of you. Holding your gaze, he began to run his tongue along your folds, cleaning up the mess he left behind. "Don't want to make a mess in here, now do we?"

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Rodolfo-

"Oh my...shit. Please, I'm trying not to cum quick lindo."

You began to bob your head a bit quicker, swirling your tongue around his tip, collecting the pooling precum there.

Rodolfos hands flew to your hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his hips began to buck wildly, effectively fucking your throat. You began to gag around his length, causing him to hiss out a groan.

He cried out as he snapped, unable to withholding his orgasm any longer. His load spilled into the back of your throat, while his grip on your hair tightened.

"Mierda." He panted, his grip loosening as he pulled himself away from you.

He nearly came again at the sight of your state. You had drool pooling your mouth, and your hair was a mess from him gripping it.

"I'm sorry, mi amor." He cupped your cheek softly, as a light pink dusted his cheeks. "I'm usually better than that."

"No need to apologize, Rudy. I take it as a compliment." You gave him a sweet smile before placing a kiss to his cheek.

You turned and started to make your way to the bathroom, and on your way you started to discard your clothes, leaving them in a trail on the floor behind you.

Rodolfos jaw opened at your gesture and was quick to follow you into the bathroom. What kind of lover would he be if he didn't make your kindness up to you?

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A/N: AHHH THIS IS TRASH🫠😭

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 2 months

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Goodbyes part 1: cbf!soap x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex mdni (18+), angst

Johnny had to leave.

You knew it when he had come back, you knew it when you hung out with him like you used to and when he was thrusting deep inside you.

It felt like it had come out of nowhere, like the ten days was not nearly enough time spent with him after not seeing him for almost an entire year.

You were devastated. It hurt worse than the first time. It seemed like your heart was physically being ripped apart as you watched him pack what little he brought with him. You couldn’t find the energy to go to class today, even when he urged you to.

“When will you come back?” You wondered softly, unable to keep the tears from forming in your eyes.

“Dinnae ken.” He told you with a frown.

Johnny knew that’s not what you wanted to hear but he didn’t know. He’d be going in his first assignment soon and he wasn’t sure how long that would take…and after that he wasn’t sure.

His heart was breaking as he looked at you. Somehow it was worse saying goodbye to you this time, somehow it was so much worse than before as you blinked your tears away.

He walked up to you and pulled you into a hug that you returned tenfold.

You held onto him tightly, wishing that some higher power would keep him with you in your arms, that maybe he’d change his mind, while you silently cried into his shoulder.

You were parting as friends. You had been caught up in just being with him that in the end you forgot to ask him where your friendship was now that you had taken each other’s virginity. He didn’t bring it up either so you assumed that nothing had changed for him.

All of your feelings were still jumbled and stuck inside you but now wasn’t the time for those.

“You’ll call me?” You wondered but hesitated.

“I’ll try but things are gonna be different now.” He told you and you tried to pull away.

“Oh.”

Johnny quickly held on to you, his eyes a little frantic as he looked at your face. He felt awful for putting you through this and getting wished he could tell you that he would be able to call and text you like he had but he couldn’t lie.

He had to break your heart.

“I’ll try to make it back as soon as I can.” He gave you a reassuring smile but you were too far gone. “I promise…”

You nodded and pulled him into another hug.

“I’m sorry.” You croaked out, feeling just as guilty for making him feel so guilty about leaving.

“It’s okay.” He squeezed you tightly and placed a kiss on your temple.

There was so much Johnny wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how he truly felt, that this time spent with you made him really realize that he was in love with you, and had been for years, but he knew if he said that it would only hurt you more.

He was going to tell you when he got back. Whenever he got back he was going to tell you and then hopefully things would get better.

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A/n: there’s not going to be a lot of happiness in the next couple parts so prepare yourselves. Also sorry it’s so short but this was all I could manage

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blingblong55 · 11 months

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Are you there? - 141

Reader goes missing on a mission.

This is based on a request

F!Reader, Angst?(idk anymore)

The team and you were in a high profile mission. Laswell thought you'd be perfect bait for this one. However it was a deal/plan between you and her. You would get the men out and give yourself up so they could return back to base. All is going well so far.

"Price?"

''R/n, you and Gaz take left, meet us at extraction point.'' he commanded and you obeyed. Gaz was hit in the head by some gravel. You pushed him out and dragged him to extraction. You ran back and made the enemy chase you. Soap and Ghost ran towards him as soon as they noticed he was unconscious. Price looked around, but no sight of you.

''Fuck, where are you kid.'' he said under his breath.

''This is Bravo six, how copy?''

''What is the matter?'' Laswell responds.

''We've lost the kid, she's nowhere to be seen.''

At that moment Laswell knew the plan you two had made worked, ''did you all make it to extraction?''

''yes, but we have to go back for her-''

''negative, you and the others get on that helicopter and leave, no need to fight.''

''we lost the kid, what do you mean negative?''

''get on that heli Price, thats an order.''

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The ride on the helicopter was...confusing, to say the least. Soap would look out the window and to the ground, he'd ask too many questions. Ghost was looking for any smoke signal, but nothing. Gaz, although injured fought the medics and tried at many occasions to jump out and go search for you. Price was quiet.

It was odd for Laswell to just tell him to leave you behind, knowing well that you and him had grown a daughter-father relationship.

After the medics tranquilized Gaz, Price turned to his men. ''You two meet me at my office.''

Soap and Ghost nod and continue doing their own thing.

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At base, the three men sat there, plotting their next move. Soap tried not to think of what could've happened to you. What if you were looking for him in all that smokey mess? What if the enemy saw you and knocked you down?

All he kept doing was touch the small bracelet you had given him not long ago. It was regret, maybe if Ghost would've gone with you and Gaz you'd be annoying him with your stupid jokes by now.

''She's going to be okay.'' Price tried to say with confidence. Ghost took out a picture of you and the rest of the team. You and Soap doing some funny pose whilst he flexed his arms. It was a good day that day.

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There you were, hanging from your arms at some old base. You had been beaten up over the course of 13 hours. Your own blood soaking your uniform. The matching bracelet holding onto your wrist as a reminder there are people waiting for your return.

Gaz was the first one you thought of. How hard he must be on himself for losing sight of you. And then you thought of Price, no one to hear his stupid corny dad jokes. Ghost probably reliving some stress from his past because now you weren't there like his own family. And then the one you tried to not think of the most, your best friend in all, Soap.

How much he would be arguing with Laswell over the decision. The dumb bracelet you got him after you over heard it was meant for a forever kind of friendship.

As your own blood dripped down your weak limbs, it was them who you thought of. The one family no one would ever take from you. The one thing this cruel world would'nt dare understand.

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''R/N!'' a muffled voice called for you.

''Are you there?'' another deeper voice ushered.

Your vision blurry as you tried to keep your eyes open, but you knew it was time to let go.

''...go Home'' the sweet voice said, you felt warmth, a sense of familiarity.

You soon met darkness.

A/N: this one is short I know...but hey..its something am I right?

Tags: @ghostslittlegf

(hope this is angsty enough for ya)

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