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The continuation of their little roommate 

Part 1 here!

Paring tf141 X afab-reader

Smut with plot, if you squint

You had begun to grow concerned. Three whole days and nights with zero attention? The guys had been home—well in your home not theirs given how sparse they kept their rooms, for three days now. Having returned from a particularly grueling looking deployment, you hadn’t asked questions, not even when you noticed the blood and grim on their vests only downcasting your eyes and welcoming them home. The last time you’d dared fix your lips to ask a question Simon had literally shooed you to your room and locked you in there for hours as the men argued just out of earshot. You'd learned your lesson.

You understood they were tired of course, but you had gotten so used to the treatment and attention like some sort of pavlov slut, you cursed yourself for it. Seriously though, not a single hand had smacked your ass and no dog whistles that could probably get someone arrested in the street had been directed at you. You had grown concerned, key word—had, past tense.

Now in the present you were more concerned about bucking your hips the right way, trying to reach your high as you bounced on johns dick. The callouses on his hands are a rough contrast to the supple skin of your breast as he cupped them, stopping them from their borderline painful bouncing. “Just like tha’ just like tha’ fuck fuck” he spat through clenched teeth his words a stressed out mantra signalling he was just as close as you were. You only mewled in response his sweat causing your bodies to sick to the leather of the couch, only amplifying the echo of the crude fap-fap-fap sounds of your skin. You couldn’t care less as you squealed hands tangling in the ringlets of his reddish whitish curls when you came. He followed not long after his hands making their way from your tits to hips, holding them still as he released inside you.

You sat slouched for a long moment, both of you heaving as you caught your breath. You eased off him gently, neither of you bothering to get dressed as you sat up. The rest of them had gone out drinking at some bar though Price always perfered the finer things, Smokey whisky, his fancy Cuban cigars that he kept refrigerated and of course some nice tight pussy. He had chosen to stay home with you and you were more than grateful as he slouched back into the cushions of the couch and you snuggled yourself under his arm.

“Thank you love, I really needed tha’” he murmured and you only gave a tired hum in response. Letting him nuzzle his beard into the top of your head.

“What happened on your last mission?” You finally willed yourself to inquire after a moment. He clicked his tongue in displeasure and before he even had the chance to part his lips the door swung open as if timed to torment you. The sergeants made their way in first, their arms hooked on each other's shoulders, signing two different songs entirely off key. The lieutenant not far behind them as he shut the door for them, all three of them kicking off their boots. They were painfully drunk judging by the flush on Johnny's face. You leaned further into John's chest, his arms patting you reassuringly and giving the soldiers a lazy wave.

“Birdie!” Johnny exclaimed, stumbling towards you when you finally noticed your naked forms on the couch. You despised the nickname but you greeted him anyway letting his pull you off of John and into a hug.

He let out huffs of childish giggles, his hand tracing the curve of your ass “you and capin’ ave fun?” He drawled. He didn’t give you the chance to reply, pushing your shoulders so you were laying back on the couch. “Wait, Johnny” you said through shallow laughs before a large hand wrapped around his shoulder. “Who decided it was your turn?” Simon asked turning Johnny around so he faced him, much to his annoyance. “wha? Why not?” Johnny asked, his accent thicker than ever. “Order of rank, captain, me, then you and Gaz” Simon explained bluntly as Johnny threw his hands up with a scoff. Their banter stopped the moment they heard your nervous giggles, clearly amused by their stupid arguments. “Shut it” Simon huffed his words holding no real malice as he grabbed your knees roughly splitting your legs open.

“Whoa whoa” Kyles voice called out from the kitchen, his glass of water forgotten as he made his way over. “Seriously? she ain’t some commodity” he stated pulling you across the couch by your ankles. “My hero” you whined as he gently planted kisses on your forehead. “Go relax” he commanded the two soldiers causing soap to snarl and retreat to the kitchen. His kisses moved lower and lower. From your neck to collar bone eventually focusing on your breast. “Come on man! Always fucking hogging. You know I need it” You heard Simon growl out his complaints only to be shut down by a warning from the captain. “Ghost” Price mumbled, making Simon’s protests die down instantly. Soap, now sitting himself down next to Price who had somehow without your notice gone to the fridge, snatched one of his Cuban cigars, lit it, and slid on his boxers as well.

You could only look in their direction for a moment before you gasped, your back arching off of the couch when Kyle ran his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. He repeated the slow motion until you whined and bucked into his face. He picked up his pace at your command. Tounge fucking you as John watched your face twist rubbing his already half hard cock through his boxers as his seargent sucked his seed out of you.

You couldn’t find it in you to protest as soap could no longer resist. Hiking one leg over your head and onto the couch, positioning his crotch to hover above your face, taking his dick out and tapping it against your lips until you opened for him.

“You got it baby, you got it” Kyle cooed into your core as Johnny eased his cock down your throat. “yeahhh she fucking does” he managed to spit before groaning at how your moth felt. Kyle lapped at your pussy causing you to moan around Johnny. “Whaever your doing gaz keep at it” Johnny hissed out gently bopping your head up till your nose made contact with his crotch. “Faster, Johnny” Simon called out from the sidelines earning him a harsh tap on the shoulder from John. Soap listened, moving your head up and down on him like you were a doll as you writhed under him, your screams of pleasure muffled by his cock as you came right on Kyle’s face.

The vibrations from your overstimulated cries alone as Kyle kissed your clit better threw Johnny over the edge. You choked trying to swallow all of him as he spilled into your mouth, his eyes rolling back. He eventually eased off of you patting your head as he did “every drop huh? dirty birdie” he teased just to watch your eyebrows pinch. Kyle’s thumbs rubbed tight circles into your hips as he slowly brought himself up to lean onto you only for a large hand to clamp down on his face and push him away. “The hell man?” He huffed out. “I’ve been waiting way too long. And you fucking owe me for what happened” Simon sneered out. Your brain was far too mushy to laugh at how Kyle snarled before getting off of you with a grunt, though you would have if you could.

Simon placed both hands on your hips pulling you up easily so you were sitting. “needa’ cooperate love” he said, his words less controlled than usual, clearly still drink and for some reason unbeknownst to you, very agitated. You only nodded in your mindless state. He planted a harsh kiss onto your swollen lips before dropping your hips and letting you flop back onto the couch. He wasted no time lining himself up with your wet, red entrance managing to shove the head of his cock in before you squealed. “I thought they prepared you” he said simply his eyebrows rising. “Just—easy, good god Simon” you breathed out before his massive hand easily cupped the bottom half of your face. “Just gonna have to take it” Simon grumbled “I’m in no mood for meaningless whining”

Your eyes rolled back just like johnnys had as Simon fed his cock into you without mercy. Sparing you a second of leeway to adjust before slamming into you. You felt every inch as he repeatedly pulled back out and bottomed out again, your gasps and moans mixing into one eventually turning into screams when he lifted his hand from your mouth. You heard the distant sounds of Johns panting as he squeezed his one cock dry to the sight of Simon fucking you like a mad animal. He pulled out for a moment letting your pussy flutter around nothing, tapping the tip of dick onto your clit as you quivered and squirted, allowing him to ease back in without issue.

The pain of your nails digging into his traps mixing with the pleasure of you squeezing around him caused him to choke on his own grunts. “Shit—shit—shit” He lifted your hips into the air and you flayed, hands shooting out to grab the leather on the couch as he stilled his thrusting, spilling deep into you. Your world seemed to be spinning when he finally pulled out and lowered you, placing his head onto your abdomen and burring his face into your stomach. “I’m sorry love” he panted out, the only thing you could do in response was pat his hair and blubber out incoherent words of reassurance.

The dozens of unanswered questions you had went unanswered still for another night as the two sergeants stood back up, hovering over your burnt out form. “Think you're done, lassie?” Soap asked in mock concern as Gaz half heartedly moved your hair out of your face. You could see the captain from the corner of your eye, the end of his cigar still pressed into his lips, his hand still wrapped around his cock despite the cum coating it now. He didn’t seem like he was keen on helping you out of this one, his men needed release after all and he knew just how much you loved being their anker.

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Their little roommate

Pairing: Tf141 X Afab-reader

Part 2 here!

Smut near the end

The listing was simple enough: Only $100 cash a month, your own room and washroom!

Your eyes scanned over that same sentence many times over as well as the provided pictures of the very modest but nice apartment.

It was some sort of scam, that much was obvious. The listing had been up for so long and not a single taker? God it was so stupid, but you were desperate.

You reached out to the person who’d posted the listing, a kind man named Johnny. He informed you the price was set so low because there were already four others who’d be occupying the apartment suit including him. That made you weary beyond belief but Johnny was a charmer, reassuring you and telling you they wouldn’t be home much anyway. You learned the price was so low since you were expected to take care of most domestic duties such as cleaning and laundry.

It didn’t take long for you to move in, and all four of them were oh so kind, each one giving you a firm handshake and helping you move all the heavy stuff to your room.

They enlightened you a little more after that, noticing the tight line your lips were set in and how your eyebrows arched at the prospect of living with four men. They were soldiers, you had learned and they would be deployed most of the time. They needed someone to literally hold down fort, to keep the place clean and they would barely even be here more than a couple times a month. You didn’t know why they needed a shared apartment, but you knew better then to question them with the way Simon’s glare was burning holes into you.

Then you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, nodding slowly informing them you were in Britain for studies, opening up to them. That same night John and Kyle eagerly helped build your dresser and bed frame, or more so they did the work and you watched how their muscles would flex as they did.

They weren’t lying, it wasn’t some sort of elaborate scam, they genuinely barely came by the apartment at all, leaving you at peace with your studies. But when they would be there they started to get bolder. They were soldiers after all, coming home to such a pretty bird after a grueling operation wasn’t as well thought out of an idea as you thought. They had steam to let off, not that you minded.

They’d been so gracious to you, giving you such a nice place to live with basically no cost at all. In your mind it was the least you could do. It started off small at first. Kyle licking his lips whenever you passed, John’s gaze locked on the swell of your breasts, johnnys hand “accidentally” grazing your ass, not to mention how Simon’s heavy gaze would bare into you, finding a way to somehow always be pushed up against your soft curves.

Their antics went on and with each passing visit only grew bolder. It was now full gropes of your ass when one of them felt like, dry humping you whenever you’d be standing still. Eventually each one of them managed to take you to their bedrooms, you’d never been more glad for clicking on that listing.

Gaz, or Kyle as you knew him was your unproclaimed favorite. How could he not be? He was so sweet on you, taking his time eating your poor cunt, keeping the same slow pace until you were writhing and screaming, till he’d have to hold down your thighs. Ever so gently working his fingers in you, taking his time before destroying you with his cock, pulling out each time and finishing on your stomach or back to watch him glisten on your skin. “So good luvie” he’d pant out his voice mostly breath whenever he was done with you. “So good for us”

The captain was a different man away from his work, more old fashioned when it came to his time in bed. Though there was one thing that stayed the same, he was the captain, he was the one in charge. He would insist he was letting you ride him. John would fuck you like it was his duty, scissoring you open with two rough fingers before sliding himself in all snug and cozy. He had a slower pace then the rest, his bones now too old to fuck how he used to. Wasting away all his stamina at work he never seemed to last more than one round, but god did he make it count. “Just like tha’—fuck” he’d grunt and pant in your ear, his beard nuzzling into the crook of your neck or abdomen whenever he’d finish.

Johnny was a different story, one dirty dog he was you’d come to learn. Loved making you all messy. wasn’t one for taking his time either, would finger you and eat you out at the same time just to watch your pussy flutter and squirt for him. “Pretty little cunny—hehu” he’d pant out through breaths, laughing at his own disgusting jokes. Bringing your knees up to your ears and fucking you just to blow his loud all over you like it was his favorite hobby. Would thrive the more sweaty he got you. Loved watching how your hair would stick to your face with his cum all over you after fucking your face over and over again when your pussy was out of commission. “So glad we picked you luv” he’d whisper.

Simon was just as rough as Johnny though not as fast paced or dirty. He preferred you on your hands and knees. That way he could shove your face into the mattress whenever your screams got too loud for his liking, effectively shutting you up, or hulling you up by your forearms when he was in the mood to hear your sweet moans. He loved the way your voice would break and hitch when he bullied his cock into you like he was knocking the air out of you, which he was. You’d always have to take the longest breaks between sleeping with the brute. The occasional slaps he’d leave on your body weren’t just spanks with his heavy hands; they'd be leaving full blown bruises. “Poor baby, too much?” He’d mock his lips pursing, then just keep going whether you nodded or not.

After the first few times they stopped taking the payment all together, you were far too good for them. Keeping your legs open whenever they got back from deployment. A nice, all accommodated house was the least they could do for such a pretty little thing like you.

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What will Makarov do when his Konni soldiers only managed to abduct the lowliest of grunts? He still needs to spite the Captain after all.

Cw: suggestive content

15 days.

That was how long you’ve been trapped sitting on the cold pavemented grounds of this holding cell, at least that’s what you managed to tallie based on the meal rotation.

After years upon years of gruelling days learning how to march you landed yourself into the MI6 after you were called in for a translation, they eventually figured you a good negotiator and after 17 call backs you were deemed a permanent member of the regiment after 2 years.

You should have stayed in intelligence, you cursed yourself for always wanting more, cursed every decision you made up until this point.

Working with the Americans was perfectly acceptable though you always strived for more. Your big break came the day Specgru recruited you into their confines, via your commanding officer and you accepted with zero hesitance.

You were appointed into a lower division, your regiment not as prestigious as one would expect. You didn’t mind you’d build your way up, you always did.

Your mind, numb and bored beyond belief revised how you landed yourself in a Konni holding cell. How you’d fucked up so hard, how four members of your regiment had their lives stripped from them because of your stupidity on what would have been a very simple arms deal.

Though there was no changing your predicament now you knew that well.

You listened to the guards heavy set footsteps as they walked by, the guards at least what you had labeled them since their uniform slightly differed from the normal ones Konni operators adorned, had been kind enough.

From the very little amount of Russian you knew you figured you wouldn’t be leaving this place very soon. You couldn’t find it in yourself to complain too much, it was you who landed yourself in here. When you’d first been thrown in the cell your stomach coiled with dread expecting to be slow tortured just for pure sadistic entertainment though your horrid fate never came. The food was fine, 3 meals a day packed with the right amounts of fiber and protein to keep you alive and somewhat healthy.

It took a moment for you to register the heavy distinct clanks of the soldier Pajar boots were in fact headed towards your cell. You tensed on instinct your shoulders going rigid as two Konni guards halted their movements right in front of you. One man muttered something in Russian you couldn’t comprehend.

“Stand, now” He snapped his accent heavy set though you made out the words and quickly scrambled your weak body onto your feet

“This the negotiator bitch? Really?” The other huffed out, his words dark and spiteful and though they were not directed to you he said it in English to make sure you understood. The Main ‘guard’ only nodded.

You shrunk into yourself slightly as the cell door clunked open

“Face the wall, put your wrists behind your back” he instructed and you paused going rigid

“Now” The other shouted and your body sprung at the command as you complied

You’d expect handcuffs but the cold metal never came, instead the rough twine of rope bit into your skin.

This was it, this was your time. That’s what you thought to yourself as you were roughly dragged out of the cell. You were surely to be executed if they couldn’t even spare you a pair of handcuffs.

Your body was reluctant never fully falling into step with a giant of the man who dragged you along though you made no move to protest, accepting your fate.

The Russians chuckles echoed through your head their shared amused glances confirming your thoughts of near death.

The halls were no longer dark, and the floors no longer pavemented. The building, turning slightly more prestigious as you were stopped in front of a large white door.

“Don’t look so scared, girl” One grunted only causing more confusion to flood over your features

“This is a fate our prisoners would beg for” The other whispered as you were roughly shoved through the door.

The office was neater then you’d like to admit, the plush carpet under your feet a contrast to the constant cold temperature of the cement you’d grown used to. You were almost grateful before your stomach lurched at the sight before you.

Seated so comfortably in his chair as if it was a throne was Makarov. Vladimir fucking Makarov in the flesh, The ultranationalist, sadistic terrorist sitting before you with a cat like grin.

The guards heavy hands kept you moving forward despite your malcontent before roughly pushing down on your shoulders so you were kneeling down right in front of Makarov himself. The two men stepped back while you only stared up with wide terrified eyes, much to makarovs enjoying.

“Even prettier than I thought” Makarov cooed the words directed at the guards who now stood near the doorway, that bastard was talking about you like you weren’t kneeling at his feet, though the words were in English so he clearly intended for you to understand.

You couldn’t will yourself to say anything no matter how heavy your heart was with hate, the fear outbid it.

A sharp gasp escaped you when his gloved hand entangled itself in your hair pulling you forward so your face was practically rubbing against his crouch, clad in well tailored suit pants.

He let out a hum “let’s show your dear old Captain how good you are, shall we?”

You peered up at him in horror, having not noticed the phone he gripped in his other hand. The sneers and soft chuckles of the guards didn’t even register to you ever other noise feeling distant as he turned on the camera holding it just above your head.

“Say ahhh little birdie” He mocked his grin reaching his ears.

Possibly part 2 if I feel like. Hope you enjoyed!