Threesome With Kyle And Johnny And You Are Reminded That Johnny Is So Smart He's Stupid:

Run To You.

How would your boys react to you tapping them out after months of being apart from one another?

Characters Included - Task Force 141, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König

Warnings - None.

Total Word Count - 2.6k

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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The moment that your arms extend to wrap around him, he pulls you into a bone-crushing embrace, lifting you from your place on the ground and holding you against him. Your face buries into his shoulder, tears falling from your eyes as a light laugh tumbles from your parted lips. Your legs work to wrap over his waist, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him. 

You can feel Simon begin to shake against you the longer that he holds you in his arms, no doubt overwhelmed by the sheer amount of relief and comfort he felt in your presence. You had had that effect on him for as long as you had been part of his life, calming any raging storm with something as simple as a touch against his shoulder. 

And now, in a moment when he believed that he’d be standing until his legs gave out, there you were. He had noticed you almost immediately upon your arrival, heart swelling as your eyes darted through the rows of soldiers, eyebrows knit together in concentration as you searched for him. The minute that your eyes caught sight of him, your lips turned upward in a teary smile, feet carrying you to his direction at such a speed he was worried you might accidentally barrel into him. 

Simon doesn’t bother to contain his smile as you shift in his arms, pulling back just enough to make eye contact with him. You tearfully smile down at him, your hands cupping either side of his masked face, thumbs stroking against the familiar skull pattern as he gazes so lovingly up at you. 

“Hi,” you finally manage to whisper, your lips still turned upward in that smile that Simon adored. He returns it, the crinkle in his eyes being the indicator that he was smiling just as softly back at you. His arms squeeze around your waist, hand supporting you from below to keep you against him for however long he wanted. 

“Hi,” he returns, his eyes momentarily closing as your forehead presses against his. Your hands still gently hold the sides of his face, a content breath falling from your nose as you both enjoy the other’s presence. Simon can feel his chest warm as he feels your thumbs continue to stroke his face. In that moment, he’s home.

John "Soap" MacTavish

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He can’t help but choke up as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him against you and letting out a teary laugh into his shoulder. Of course, he’s swift in returning your embrace, nearly knocking you over as he all but collapses into you. He truly doesn’t care who sees; he cries into you, tears dripping onto your hair as he presses his cheek against your head. All he cares about is the fact that you’re there.

Johnny pulls away from you after a minute of holding you, his hands lifting to tenderly hold the sides of your face. He steers your face towards his own, slotting his lips against your own. He doesn’t care about the taste of your tears against his lips, or how you try to hold back your sobs as he kisses you. 

He pulls away only when the need to breathe becomes too strong for the both of you, his hands still holding your face as you tearfully smile at him. “God, I missed you,” he breathes out, smiling at you as you lift your hands to mimic his actions, the both of you standing with your hands on the other’s face. 

You bite back the sobs as they rise in your throat, remembering the months that you’d spent practically wasting away in your apartment, simply waiting for Johnny to return home to you. But those months mean nothing to you now, not when he was standing in front of you.

“I missed you more,” you say finally, reaching out to wrap your arms around Johnny again, laughing to yourself as he grunts at the tight embrace. But the tightness of your hug only emulates the love that you hold for him. How no matter what, you would be there for him should he need it. Johnny would forever be thankful for you, and would forever be with you.

Even if forever came in the form of his rusted dog tags. 

Captain John Price

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The minute that his eyes land on you weaving your way through the crowd is when he can feel his tears burning the backs of his eyes, blurring his gaze. He tries his hardest to keep them at bay as you draw closer, but he’s unable to hold himself together for much longer when your arms wrap around him, squeezing at him as you cry lightly into his chest. 

“Hi lovie,” he whispers into your hair, lifting you from your place on the ground, his arms locked around your waist to support you. You don’t answer him immediately, opting instead to soak in the warmth from the embrace that you had been missing for the past six months. His lips against your head comfort you and soothe the thoughts that had been thinking the worst.

He squeezes you just before you pull away from his embrace, your arms still around his neck with his wrapped over your waist. “Hi,” you finally manage to whisper in response, sniffling as his one of his hands comes to cup the side of your face, his thumb catching the tears that fall from your eyes. 

Price gazes down at you in his arms, his heart swelling as you nuzzle into the palm of his hand, the warmth of his touch something that you had been craving for half a year. Your eyes flicker to meet his gaze again, and just like before, a teary smile works its way onto your face. 

“Thank God you’re home,” you mutter, lips trembling as you fight to hold back your sobs. Price smiles again, his own eyes tearing up at your words. He understands how hard it was to be away, for both himself and for you. He leans down, kissing your forehead tenderly. Price smiles to himself as he feels you relax at the affectionate gesture. 

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for a while, I promise you,” he says, tugging you back into his arms and squeezing at you as if you would disappear. You smile against his chest, relaxing in his arms, not caring as the rest of the world fades out, leaving only you and Price. 

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

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As soon as your skin lightly grazes his, he crushes you to his chest, one hand holding the back of your head while the other holds your waist, gripping at you as if you would disappear should his grip falter. His lips tremble as he fights to hold back the rising sobs in his throat, eyes screwing shut as you squeeze just as tightly at him. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your hair, his voice wavering between words as you press your face into his chest. You know what he’s thanking you for, you know that he hadn’t expected you to come and find him, to seek him out. To say that he wasn’t used to being loved was an understatement, and with each passing day, you made sure that Kyle knew just how much he meant to you.

You had made it a point to sprint through the crowd in search for him, legs moving of their own accord as your eyes desperately searched the rows of soldiers being tapped out by their friends and family. Relief flooded your senses as you noticed Kyle, his arms folded behind his back and his face a mask of no emotion. But at the sight of you, you noticed the twinkle of tears in his eyes. 

“God, it’s so good to have you home.” Your words tug at his heartstrings, and he’s suddenly reminded of just how long it had been since he held you in his arms. Eight months. Eight months of video calls, of text messages, of only being able to communicate when it was safest for the both of you. Eight months made completely worth it by holding you as tightly as he wants to. 

You remain in his arms for however long he needs, however long it takes him to fully register that you’re standing in front of him and aren’t some figment of his imagination. When he does pull back from you, it’s to admire you, even if you have tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s good to be home,” he agrees, smiling to both himself and you as you pull his face to yours, lips pressing firmly against his own. 

You kissing him reminds him that he’s loved, that his absence from home affects somebody, that there’s someone waiting for him to even return home. He doesn’t want you to pull away from him, even if that thought would result in the both of you passing out from lack of air. 

Kyle is just overjoyed that you’re here, that you came even when he didn’t call. “I love you,” he mumbles to you, so lovesick that it makes your chest warm. 

“I love you more.”

Alejandro Vargas

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In your arms, he immediately relaxes, his arms wrapping so gently around you so that he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He kisses your temple, then leaning his cheek against the side of your head and swaying your bodies back and forth, holding back his own cries as you sniffle into his chest. 

“I’m here mi amor, it’s alright,” he coos into your ear, feeling your arms squeeze at him as he continues rocking his weight from one foot to the other, hoping that the rocking would comfort you. His chest tightens as he feels your tears staining his shirt, no doubt leaving behind a wet patch, but that doesn’t matter to him. 

You’re quiet as you stand in his arms, your nails biting into his back as relief floods your senses. The danger level of this particular mission was more than you were able to handle, but you were still able to find Alejandro amongst the crowd. You had sprinted to him, nearly tripping over your own two feet before you jumped at him, locking your arms around his neck and pressing your face into his shoulder. 

“Missed you,” you mumble into him, exhaling shakily as you shift in his embrace, remaining in his arms and gazing up at him through teary eyes. He smiles down at you, catching your tears with his thumb as he leans down to press a featherlight kiss against your cheek. 

“I missed you more,” he responds, chuckling breathily as you hold either side of his face, bringing him down into a kiss. He can taste your tears on his lips, but that’s the least of his concerns. What matters now is the familiar warmth that your kiss brings him, a telltale reminder that he had made it home, he had made it back to you. 

He pulls back from you, smiling as he notices your eyes still closed. His forehead leans affectionately against yours, the tip of your nose brushing with his as he momentarily forgets where he is. Even then, it doesn’t matter. He’s with you, that’s what matters. 

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

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He’s unable to hold back his tears as you cling to him, almost immediately crying into you as he lifts you off of the ground, curling you into him and pressing kisses against your hairline. He doesn’t care who sees him, he doesn’t care about the eyes that may wander. You were standing in front of him, and to him, that was the only thing that mattered in this moment. 

“I missed you so much. I love you,” he whispers into your hair, his voice barely able to be heard over the surrounding sounds. But you hear him, his voice as clear as day to you. You squeeze at him, your cheek smushed against his chest as he continues to hold you, worrying that if he let go, he would wake up back on base, miles away from you and the comfort of your embrace. 

You chuckle to yourself as he swiftly detaches himself from you, reaching out to take either side of your face into his hands, his eyes gazing into yours with a loving glint to them. You smile, tears rolling down your cheeks at the fact that you were finally reunited with him. “I love you too,” you declare, a squeak catching in your throat as Rudy quickly leans in to kiss you, his lips almost perfectly molding against yours. 

Your eyes flutter shut as the initial shock wears off, your arms lifting to secure themselves around his neck as he tugs you impossibly closer to him. You’re the one to pull away, with Rudy’s hands still attached to your face like velcro. You smile up at him, erupting into laughter again as he presses small kisses against any skin that he can reach; your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, everywhere. 

You remain in his arms for God only knows how long, both of you simply basking in the others presence after having been away from it for so long. Even as the soldiers around you leave with their friends and families, you and Rudy stay rooted to where you stand. His thumbs stroke random patterns into your cheeks, his eyes admiring you. 

“Alright, come on, let’s go home, yeah?” you offer, smiling as Rudy’s hands squeeze your face. He nods in agreement, releasing you, but swiftly locking an arm around your waist. 

“Yeah.”

König

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He’s shaking as you pull him into your arms, cheek pressing against him as you let out a sigh of relief. König, as always, is so very gentle with you, lightly lifting you off of the ground and allowing you to wrap around him lika a koala. The feeling of your arms and legs around him brings with it a sense of comfort that he had been missing for seven months. 

“Liebling.” It’s all that he’s able to say in that moment, finding himself choked up at the thought that you were really here, really in his arms after all of that time spent apart. You nod, squeezing at him affectionately and burrowing yourself impossibly further into him. He can feel your tears against him, a telltale sign of the pure relief that you were feeling in that moment. 

“I’m so happy you’re home,” you whisper, smiling as you crane your neck just enough to make eye contact with König, heart swelling at the crinkle in the corners of his eyes. His mask prevented you from seeing the full extent of his smile, but you knew that it was there. 

“I missed you schatz. It was much too long,” König admits, smiling as you lean forward to kiss his covered forehead, then moving your hands to lightly lift the bottom of his sniper’s hood. He welcomes it, smiling widely as you lean forward to connect your lips with his, swallowing his breathy laugh and kissing him with such passion that he feels his knees weaken slightly. 

He almost doesn’t want you to pull away, but the need to breathe had become increasingly evident, and reluctantly, König allows you to pull back and catch your breath. You smile at him, moving his hood back to its original position before he places you down onto the ground. 

“I love you König,” you say softly, reaching out to lace your fingers into his own, squeezing them affectionately. His heart warms at your words, body bending to collect you into another embrace. He smiles at the feeling of you pressed against him, his arms wrapped firmly yet softly around you, careful not to injure you. 

“I love you more mein liebling,” he whispers into your ear, smiling as you squeeze at him. This was why he returned home, to see your bright smile, to feel your embrace, to be yours. 

Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

I can’t get over this fucking photo

Quadruple Threat!🔪

Meow-sky

Last last Johnny fic with the jealousy was so good ahhhhh

I can totally see him having a breeding kink, the narcissist in him would love it. Lowkey I think he'd have a housewife kink. Seeing you bearfoot in a sundress, round and pregnant hanging up laundry in a clearing near the sunflowers.

I don't think he'd be able to keep his hands off you

Heres... Johnny! This is kind of a sequel to this post

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

I Give & He Takes

Contains: reader is heavily pregnant, exhibitionism, vaginal and anal sex

MINORS DNI

Being near the beautiful sunflower fields turned doing the laundry into a delightful treat. In your cute white sundress, which occasionally rode up your round belly when you reached on your toes to pin Johnny's clothes for drying, you held his favorite black T-shirt close before pinning it up alongside one of your shirts.

Humming a tune from one of Sissy's songs, you were completely absorbed in your own world.

Suddenly, a touch jolted you out of your thoughts. Two strong hands firmly gripped your waist, then slid up to your hips before settling on your heavily pregnant stomach.

Johnny's whisper came as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands maintaining their hold around your belly. "How's my pretty girl?"

You giggled, leaning into his touch. "Better now that you're home."

He playfully nipped at your earlobe, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "And how's my baby?"

"They're kicking a lot today. It seems like they're impatient to join us," you remarked, and as if to agree, a series of kicks fluttered against Johnny's hand.

Johnny gently spun you around, his hands moving to grip your shoulders. His dark eyes roamed over you possessively, tracing every inch of you from the top of your head to the tips of your bare feet. The sun hung behind his slicked-back hair, casting it in a rich copper hue and forming a shadow that enveloped your faces. You blushed under his intense scrutiny, biting your lip as you smiled up at him.

"Won't be long now," he said, his fingers continuing to caress your stomach as he directed his words to your unborn child. "As soon as you're out, mama and I are gonna give you a sibling. Mama's far too pretty not to be carrying my babies, after all," he murmured in a low tone, locking his eyes onto yours as his fingers began to lift the hem of your sundress.

"Johnny!" You gasped, glancing back at the family house and attempting to halt his hands' ascent with two of yours. "Everyone's home, and anyone could come out and see us."

"It ain't like they don't know we've been fucking, sugar," he said with a wry grin as he lifted your dress higher until it was crumpled up over your protruding stomach. 

He leaned down and met your lips with his, kissing you fiercely. You wondered what has been getting him so riled up. Normally he would only be this excited after a particularly fun hunt, but lately he's been more and more bold. 

So, though you protested, you weren't surprised when he leaned you against the fence facing the sunflower fields. He looped his finger through the thin fabric of your panties and pulled it aside, spreading your ass with both hands and clicking his tongue appreciatively.

"Johnny, can we at least wait until it's dark?" You whimpered. He had you on display, with only his body to block the household's view. 

His thumb pressed against your puckered hole, making you tremble. "Don't think we can, sweetpea." He moved to your slit, spreading you open. "What if the baby decides to come by nightfall? Then I'd miss my chance to fuck my deliciously round babygirl. No," his middle finger teased your entrance, "I think I'm done waiting."

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and shortly after he slapped your ass cheek with his hard cock. A moan slipped from your lips, and you reflexively looked over your shoulder toward the house. 

What you saw was Johnny pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it up over the clothing line. His muscles shone with sweat under the afternoon rays, and you saw a new cut across his abs. 

"You get in a fight today, Johnny?" You asked. 

His eyes crinkled as he laid his cock at the small of your back. "Admiring my latest scar, baby?" He grabbed your hip with one hand and his cock with the other, looking down to line himself up with your slick entrance. 

You couldn't deny how hot his scars were. Each new one he collected added to his already predatory look, so all you did was nod as he pushed into you slowly, hissing through his teeth. 

"You're always so wet for me, baby," he praised, pressing in slowly until you felt his full length fill your already-tight pussy. 

Your knees trembled as he dug in long and agonizingly slow, pausing when he reached the hilt. Then, he bent his legs, and thrust up and into you as deeply as he could. 

You let out another breathy moan before you could catch yourself, blushing hard. "You wantin' us to get caught?" You whispered in disbelief.

"More like I don't give a damn if we do. What's there to be embarrassed about? Got the world's sexiest woman wrapped around my cock," he said, gripping your ass cheeks and grinding up into you.

You knew there was no point in arguing —Johnny gets what he wants. So, fuck it. You arched back into him, allowing him as much access as possible.

"Baby, you lookin' real nice," he said. You could feel his eyes drinking you in, reveling in the way you gave in to him. You can't help yourself. You are his, after all. 

Johnny gripped your hair and used it as leverage to pull himself into you again and again, until you were completely lost in him, oblivious to your surroundings. His other hand was on your round belly, admiring his handiwork.

He let go of your hair and your head lolled forward, resting against the fence as he drove into you. Then, with no forewarning, he took his slick cock from your aching pussy. You whined at the loss, but only momentarily, as the head of his cock found your tight ring. 

You heard him spit, and felt it land at the same moment he pushed into your ass. You were so wet that, with the addition of his saliva, he slotted into you with relative ease, letting out an animalistic groan.

"Oh fuck, Johnny!" You said, entirely too loudly. But being that your mind was completely lost in lust, you couldn't be expected to think. Which is exactly what Johnny wanted. 

"What in tarnation is goin' on out-" the back porch door swung open and Drayton's voice sputtered as he spotted Johnny bending you over the fence in broad daylight, thrusting into you with wild abandon. 

"Johnny- Drayton is-" you panted, struggling to finish your sentence.

"I know he's watchin'. He won't do anythin','' Johnny said. His hands gripped your butt cheeks so tightly that you felt your skin bruise, and you couldn't help but egg him on more, grinding with his motions.

The Cook wanted to intervene, to demand that you two get a room, but his protest died in his throat. He nervously looked around, then closed the door quietly behind him, pulling the shudders. 

"Told ya, babygirl," Johnny said with a smirk, slowing his pace and savoring your tight warmth. 

You shuddered, feeling intensely full, when Johnny's cock began throbbing inside you. "Fuck," he said breathily, his hips moving further into you. When the pulsations finally stopped, he pulled out slowly, spreading your cheeks wide to watch his length leave your welcoming depths. 

"Good girl," he praised, laughing and slapping your now-sore ass. He turned you around and tugged you against his sweaty torso, kissing you fiercely before pulling back and rolling your dress back down. "Now get back to work, sugar," he said with a wink, and left you lying exhausted against the fence, too weary to feel in the least bit embarrassed.

It felt so good being the bad man's girl.

A demon simply called The Brother. It doesn't have siblings or any family, and it's ambiguous whether that creature itself is even male at all. It just keeps turning everything and everyone into broth.

Part one of my taking screenshots of peoples comments on Hell's Smitten, my Gordon Ramsay fanfic 💀