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hi gorgeous! you literally started my price obsession like your writing is so gooood! I was wondering if you could write a smut in which price comes back home from a long mission and walks in on the reader touching herself? and he ends up overstimulating the hell out of her as like a punishment? this sounds so weird lmfao but I know if you wrote this is would be so amazing <333

Lounge Act

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Lounge Act” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price walks in on you touching yourself, and isn’t particularly happy at your impatience lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.5k • warnings - fem!reader, mutual masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, degradation, praise, unprotected piv, riding, dirty talk of course, strong language

✿ oh my god stop i’m blushing 🫶 thank you so much anon ! i hope you enjoy <3 and lol it’s not weird, i enjoyed writing this 😈

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Three weeks of no Price.

Three fucking weeks.

It was torturous, being away from the man you loved, for so long. You missed him so much, and he missed you too. You couldn’t wait for him to come back home and kiss you, hug you, love you. And touch you.

Those late night phone calls barely twice a week weren’t enough. His voice, scratchy through the phone, telling you how to touch yourself, how to make yourself feel good, what setting to put your vibrator at.

You’d moan to him through the phone, splayed out on your shared bed, bullet vibrator stuffed inside your leaking cunt as you rubbed gently at your clit— just how he told you too.

You’d hear the gentle fap of Price fucking his fist. He’d listen to your sweet sounds, so breathy and desperate as you called to him. His cock was hard in his hand, burning red at the tip, leaking and twitching each time you made yourself cum, whining his rank and name.

But the last time you did that was almost a week ago.

And, maybe you were ovulating, but you were so fucking horny.

Price was due home any day now. He hadn’t given you an exact time, merely a timeframe of a few days. So, you were lounging on the couch in your living room, silk pyjamas on, body heating up as you turned off your TV.

You couldn’t concentrate on anything with how your body was acting up.

“Oh, fuck.” You whispered, leaning back on the couch as you slipped a hand into the silk bottoms of your pyjama shorts.

Two of your fingers came into contact with your cunt— already wet, aching, as you ran the tips of your fingers through your folds. You bit your lip, somehow already so sensitive, as you circled two fingers around your clit, smearing your arousal.

Your mind automatically imagined Price stroking your cunt with his thick fingers. Fingers so much bigger than yours, so much rougher. They reached so deep and made you feel so good that you began to flush hot, sweat like shimmering scales across your exposed skin.

“Nngh— fuck.” You whispered as you shoved two fingers into your dripping core.

You imagined Price thrusting his digits into you, another finger on your clit, rubbing it in smooth circles. You moaned at the image, pressing a spare finger to your clit and beginning to circle it.

Price would get his fingers deep inside you, hitting that gummy spot and make you sob out. You’d beg him, plead him, just keep going. He would hum low in his chest, praising you gently, slamming his fingers into you, your arousal drooling down the curve of your arse.

On your couch, you pumped your fingers in and out of you, the sound of squelching barely audible over the roar of blood in your ears. You screwed your eyes shut, tossing your head back against the couch, stroking that small bundle of nerves until your entire lower body was tingling.

“Ah, fuck, Price, baby, please—” You whined, imaging those soft brown eyes looking up at you, waiting for you to cum all over his fingers.

As you chased your release, you didn’t hear the door open, nor the footsteps down the hall.

Price followed the noises. He heard them as soon as he opened the door. At first, he half-expected you to run up and greet him as soon as you heard the door unlock, but you were clearly preoccupied.

Carefully, he dumped his bag— and the bouquet of flowers he got you— in the hall before entering the living room, where you sat blissed-out with your hand down the front of your pants.

His cock immediately grew hard at the sight, and the way you were whimpering his name almost killed him. Quietly, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his cargos before he crossed the room.

You were about to let go when you heard his belt buckle, and your movements stopped out of instinct, eyes popping open before finding Price walking over to you, hand dipping into his pants.

“Price!” You beamed, eyes hazy, body thrumming with pleasure.

Price grunted, pulling his cock out of his cargos and grasping the base. You blinked at him, licking your lips as he began to lazily stroke himself.

“Touching yourself?” Price asked rhetorically. “Just couldn’t wait, eh?”

You didn’t say anything, just watched as he pumped his cock a few feet from your face.

“Don’t stop on my accord, my love. Keep playing with that pretty cunt,” he whispered, and you complied. You wiggled out of your shorts, spreading your legs before pushing your fingers back into your dripping hole, moaning his rank loudly. He cursed, picking up the speed of his hand. “Jesus…”

You were already so close, eyes shut and head tilted in pleasure. You panted hard, rubbing your clit simultaneously as pleasure built up within you.

“Price, I’m gonna—”

With a grunt, he moved closer to you and forcefully removed your hand from your cunt. Your eyes snapped open and you stared at him confusedly, lower body shaking.

Price moved your wet hand to his hard cock, forcing your fingers around it, smearing your arousal along the length. You let out a low noise of content as he covered your hand with his and stroked his cock, still standing in front of you as you sat on the couch.

He was grunting above you, not saying anything, just making you jerk him off. But it only lasted a few seconds, before he pried your fingers off of his length and guided them back towards your soaking core.

“Go on.” He urged, and you knew.

You were so fucking sensitive. Thrusting your fingers back into yourself, you wanted to cry with how immediate the feeling was— orgasm nearing, so close, spiral coiling tight in your stomach after just a few strokes.

“That’s it, that’s it…” Price whispered above you, fucking his fist, now glossy with your arousal, tip dripping precum onto one of your exposed thighs.

You were whimpering, trying to keep your eyes open. You rubbed your enflamed clit, bucking your hips to meet the movements of your fingers, orgasm looming.

You were panting. “Price, baby—”

With his free hand, he grabbed your arm again, pulling it away from your core and holding it suspended in front of him. You whined, cunt throbbing, dripping onto the couch. Price, once again, wrapped your fingers around his cock, making you jerk him off, cock directly in your line of sight.

If you weren’t so uncomfortably tight right now, your take it in your mouth. Gladly.

“Fuck, you wanna cum so bad, don’t you, darling?” Price grit his teeth, moving your hand in tandem with his own.

You nodded desperately, trying not to grind your bare core into the rough material of the couch. You licked your lips as you pumped him, listening to his heavy breathing. You missed him so much it was unfathomable.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home and fuck you?” Price groaned, hips bucking slightly. “Too impatient… just too impatient.”

“Price,” you whined. “Missed you so much, just couldn’t wait. Missed you so much, baby”

He grunted again, fucking into your fist harder. Meanwhile, he bent his leg, leaning his knee atop the front of the couch, parallel to your core.

“Go on. Show me how much you missed me.” He pressed his knee forward, and you took the hint, shuffling to the end of the couch and leaning back ever so slightly.

When his clothed knee came into contact with your core, you jolted.

“Mm, fuck, captain.” You moaned his rank as you ground yourself onto his knee, the fabric soaking with your arousal.

You dragged your sensitive core over it, bucking your hips in time with the soft fapping of his hand above you. He watched your hips buck against the couch, puffy and soaked core rubbed raw against the material of his cargos, knee damp. He groaned, grunting like a man starved as he jerked off to your blissed-out expression, and the way you desperately rutted onto his knee.

“Price, can I cum? Please?” If he said no, you’d probably explode anyway.

He nodded hurriedly, pumping faster, voice tight. “Yeah, fuck, go on then. Slutty little whore, getting off on my fucking knee, eh?”

You moaned as you, as he said, got off on his fucking knee— pent up orgasm racking through you, forcing a high-pitched moan from your throat as you continued to grind yourself against his cargos. You soaked the material of his pants, riding out the last sparks of your release, before attempting to pull away.

He didn’t let you.

He’d stopped fucking his fist, cock painfully hard as he stooped over you, hands on the back of the couch, caging you beneath him, knee pressing into your sensitive core.

You whined, but he shushed you, watching the way his knee rubbed up and down your dripping slit. He continued the movements, and you gripped at his thigh, half-trying to slow him down, half-trying to keep him there.

“Want another one,” Price growled. “Give me another one, darling.”

You were so sensitive, burning hot beneath him as he ground his knee into your core. Legs twitching, covered in sweat, another orgasm built up within you and, before you could warn him, you came again. He grinned as you spasmed beneath him, slick flooding across his knee. He could feel your wetness sticky on the skin beneath his pant leg.

He pressed his knee to your core a couple more times, leaving you whining, before he retracted it. He pushed his cargos further down his thighs, sitting next to you on the couch then pulling you onto his lap.

You tried to kiss him, to give him a proper hello after weeks away. But you were cut short just inches from his lips— he shoved his fingers into your wet hole, making you sob out his name.

Price thrusted three thick fingers in and out of your cunt, noises wet and lewd. He used another finger to circle your bundle of nerves, which were on fire. You keened, shifting your hips, sensitive and overstimulated. Your cunt rubbed raw already, legs aching, stomach tightening in another impending orgasm.

You were going to die.

“S’need another,” Price whispered darkly. “Jus’need another, darling, come on. Fucking give it to me.”

His words were slurring, drunk off the way you reacted to his touch. His cock was hard against your inner thighs, and you so wanted it inside you. Instead, three fingers— the fingers you had been fantasising about for the past three weeks— stretched you out, causing arousal to drip out of you and onto his lap.

You screwed your eyes shut, mouth agape, head dropped slightly. “Baby—”

You came around his fingers with a flutter of your overworked muscles, squeezing the digits tight. You whined, body wracking against his, burning hot like a candle. Price hummed, pleased, continuing the movements of his fingers as you rolled out of your third orgasm.

He wasn’t fucking stopping. Jesus Christ.

“Uh, uh, P-Price,” you breathed, clawing gently at his shirt. “What… what are… fuck, oh my god, please…”

“You wanted to cum so bad, didn’t you, love?” Price cooed. “Wanted to cum so bad that you just couldn’t wait f’me? Thought you’d be happy by now? This desperate cunt gets to cum so many times.”

Your legs were shaking. You whined, “Price, please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Price grunted, fucking his fingers into that spot inside you, making your eyes roll. “Yes you fucking can, and you will. Take it like the needy fucking whore you are.”

Your moans became silent when you came for a forth time, holding his shirt in an iron grip as you released around his fingers. You gushed for him, soaking his pants even more from your position on his lap.

His fingers continued, and you sobbed, tears burning at your eyes.

“Can’t…” You sobbed, cunt raw and aching.

“O’course you fucking can,” Price said, pulling his fingers out of you. “You were so desperate for it a moment ago, weren’t you, darling? Come on, then. You can take more. Desperate little sluts can always take more.”

You choked when he thrust his hard cock into your overstimulated cunt without warning, filling you to the brim. He knocked against your womb, you could feel him in your stomach, his hands moving to your hips while you gripped his shoulders.

“Fucking hell…” He whispered, before beginning a gruelling pace— thrusting up into you, fucking you down onto his cock.

Your cunt stretched to accommodate him, drooling down his length as his pelvis slapped into your arse, muffled by his pants half-way down his thighs. The zipper and button was cold against your under-thigh.

You felt like you were buzzing, about to short-circuit as he pushed you towards another orgasm. Your body felt so empty, yet so full at the same time. The way his cock bullied into you over and over made you struggle to catch your breath.

“Next time,” Price began, puffing as he bucked his hips, slamming himself into your wet heat. “You’re gonna wait for me. You’re gonna wait ‘til I get home and fuck you proper, understood? M’not gonna let you play with this fucking cunt ‘til I say. S��my wet cunt to fuck, yeah? S’my tight… mm-tight fucking cunt to stuff full.”

You moaned, nodding desperately at him.

He grunted, grip tightening as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making you shiver and gasp and gush around him.

“When I come home next time, I want you waiting on our bed, patiently, like a good girl,” Price breathed. “I don’t want a fucking lounge act, love. Wanna fuck you on our bed, and I’ll fuck you nice and full. Reward you for being such a good girl. But f’now, you’re not being a good girl—”

You whined, tears streaking your face. “No, no, no, please, baby, please. I’ll be good, I promise. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait, missed you so much, baby, I’m sorry—”

Finally, Price pressed his mouth to yours, tongue smoothing against yours. You moaned happily into his mouth, letting him lead. When you both pulled back, a string of saliva followed. It snapped when he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face.

“I know, darling. Missed you too, so much,” he said, then: “One more time. Cum for me one more time, my love.”

With a loud moan, you came around his cock, body completely spent. You jolted and tingled and slumped against his chest, breathing hard as he quickly fucked into your severely overused cunt.

“Good girl, good girl. Hold on baby, almost there.” Price whispered as he used you.

Then, with a short groan and a furrow of his brow, he came inside you, filling your burning cunt, his spend like a salve, cooling the burn. He let his cock soften inside you, holding you to his chest, rubbing his hand down your back.

“Missed you so much.” He whispered.

“Missed you too,” you breathed against his shoulder. “Sorry I couldn’t wait.”

Price chuckled. “It’s alright, love. Three weeks without your fiancés cock must have been so difficult, huh?”

You groaned, slapping him lightly on the chest. “Shut up.”

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alyxdoeswrite · 2 years ago

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Truth or Dare - Price x reader

CW: no gender - reader is a blank slate. Love as a pet name. Suggestive talk, though nothing truly explicit. You’re both drunk, you’re playing truth or dare - whaddya expect 🥴

Word Count: 1249

It had always been a one-sided attraction. A silly crush you had to deal with while balancing your work with the team. It would fade in time

It wasn’t your fault when it had been a couple of years and it still hadn’t.

Captain Price was nothing if not professional. He loved his team and he treated everyone equally. You included. Well… maybe he did treat you a little more fondly than others. But that was only logical, given you’d been his lieutenant, working by his side for so long.

Despite the slight favouritism, he’d always been professional.

So, when after another successful mission, he’d invited you all to go to the bar, you didn’t expect the night would end up here. With you, alone together in your room on base, playing truth or dare.

Just moments prior, he’d pulled you onto his lap, your face darkening in a blush while his face remained flushed from the alcohol - your own doing no better of course.

“Gonna accept the dare and stay put?” His gruff voice pulled you out of your musings regarding his face and you briefly glanced to the side, thinking it over.

Neither of you had any alcohol to be able to take a shot instead of playing the round, but you’d kept a tally marking. One kept suspiciously empty, with neither of you refusing just yet.

Turning back to look into his eyes, you smiled ever so slightly, nodding and Price hummed in approval, his hands on your waist twitching slightly. “Good. Your turn now, go on.”

“Truth or dare.” You questioned, already having a guess for what he was gonna pick.

“Truth.”

Right on the money you were. Mulling it over for a second, the man chose right that moment to shift his hands from your waist down to your hips, pulling you just that tiny bit closer that made your breath subtly hitch. Looking at him, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, an expression not even his beard could hide and you squinted.

If he wanted to play it like that- fine. “What’s the most inappropriate thing you’ve done on base?” You asked the first thing that came to mind, intent to perhaps embarrass him a little like he was clearly doing with you.

Instead of any embarrassment over his days as a rookie however, you were first witness to his pupils expanding as he stared dead into your eyes, nearly looking hungry.

“You sure you wanna know that?” He questioned, his voice sounding a little more gravelly than normal due to the alcohol and you swallowed.

“If you wanna tap out, there’s the board.” You spoke, breaking eye contact to reach for the pen and clipboard but before you could, your wrist was grabbed.

Snapping your head back to him, his gaze had never left you as his eyes drilled into yours. “I’m asking if you want to tap out.” He clarified.

“I asked the question, so no.” You whispered back, feeling suddenly small even while sitting on top of him. A fact you were becoming painfully aware of.

“Then the most inappropriate thing I’ve done was two years ago, when seeing you during that heatwave.”

“Me?” You questioned, unable to look away from his increasingly hungry gaze.

“You didn’t leave much to the imagination, love. Especially after PT.” He growled, almost as if he could see your sweaty form in front of him now. “Had to dip into the nearest broom closet.”

Blushing darker and darker, you swallowed softly, seeing Price’s eyes dart down to follow the movement of your throat bobbing before he glanced back up.

Unable to say anything, the man noticed and smirked, sliding his hand from your wrist to your hand, bringing it up to his mouth where he pressed a kiss to it. “My turn. Truth or dare?”

“T-Truth.” You managed to get out, though even in your inebriated state, you were beginning to think tapping out might be the safer option, given how your captain was looking at you.

Price however, was unforgiving, having had his question ready before you could even finish saying the word. “Do you stare at me when you think I’m not watching?” He questioned, his lips quirking up into a smirk when you stiffened on his lap.

“Yes…” Your voice was barely over a whisper as you admitted it, not willing to be the first to place a tally on the board.

Price however, placed both hands back on your hips and squeezed appreciatively, humming. “Thought as much, I just needed a confirmation.”

Pressing your lips together, you narrowed your eyes at his smugness, deciding enough was enough.

Despite your raging blush, you put your hands on his shoulders, shifting your hips closer to his which made him choke on a groan, his eyes finding yours as he raised a brow. “Truth or dare, captain?”

“Truth.” He rumbled out, moving his arms to hug around your hips, keeping you pinned to his chest as he looked at your face, completely entranced.

“What are you thinking of right now?”

For a second, Price was silent, scanning your face as he slightly wetted his lips before landing back on your eyes. “I’m thinking of how much I want to kiss you right now.” His voice was quiet, near a whisper as he answered honestly.

A flutter shot straight down your spine at his words and you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips, partially hidden by his beard.

Unable to stop yourself, you bit down on the tip of your thumb to try and stop yourself from smiling, glancing back up at his eyes which were focused on your mouth before he realised you were looking at him, making him look up as well. “Alright, your turn to ask me.”

Steeling himself only a little, Price squeezed at your hip where his hand sat. “Truth or dare, love?”

“Dare.” You smiled.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Though his words were plain and almost dry, there was a hint of desperation that made your heart beat just that bit faster, your smile growing into a grin. “I knew you would.” With that, you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders as you leaned in and kissed him.

The moment your lips connected to his, Price shot his right hand up, cradling the back of your head as he pushed you further into himself, a little groan leaving the back of his throat.

He wasted no time, moving his mouth against yours as he deepened the kiss, pulling your pelvis into his in a greedy pull that made you sharply inhale before a little noise left you.

Almost instantly, you felt Price smirk into the kiss, his palm searing hot where it touched your skin.

Shifting your hips, you fluttered your eyes closed; fully letting him overtake you as you parted your lips to which he instantly took advantage of.

For years you’d thought of this moment, of kissing him. And yet you could barely believe it, now that you were here. Feeling his beard, coarse yet gentle with how it pushed into your skin. His lips, hungry and inviting. His tongue, eager and overpowering from how it moved against yours.

The kiss was messy and hungry, small grunts and noises sounding in the room as Price refused to pull away, keeping your head still, not willing to end the dare just yet.

But then again, the game didn’t end there.

I might make a p2 continuation of this ;3

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alyxdoeswrite · 2 years ago

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Graves Headcanons

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As a southern girly myself I have so many headcanons abt my baby girl pookie bear graves. Little drabble while I work on a couple more stories (I've been slacking) but please accept that as an apology.(kinda just made him my dream man)

!!GIF IS NOT MINE!!

WC:378

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✩You cannot tell me this man didn’t come off of a ranch in north Texas HE SO DID. A big family ranch that was in his family for a couple generations. Only son so he was the main ranchhand.

★Plans on retiring on said farm when he's older and his parents are older/have passed. Would hire ranchhands though so he could retire in peace, and being CEO of the shadow company he has the money to do so.

✩Owns an Australian Shepard (haha) named Cookie (yes this man named his dog Cookie) and takes her everywhere. Any day is bring your dog to work day for graves. And he spoils this dog to death, everytime he goes to the store he's coming home with a new toy or new treats for her.

★Terrified of cats. His moms cat terrorized him when he was younger and he hasn't been the same since. If his partner had a cat though he would slowly overcome his fear.

✩This man (sadly) owns a bright red Jeep truck (I hate jeep trucks but I just know he fucking owns one) and that thing is his whole personality. Totally does the Jeep ducking thing.

★ This man is godly at cooking. Hes one of the very rare white people who know how to use spices right. Everyday that hes home hes cooking something on the grill, weather its hot or cold clear or rainy this man is grilling.

✩ Cannot handle spice, ate a hot cheeto and almost died. If his partner is hispanic/latino he’ll try to tough through it but on the inside hes crying.

★Totally left handed, cant explain this one but i just know he is. Thinks hes better because of it too and constantly reminds you that its “rare”

✩Man owns so many cowboy hats I can already tell you. Every time you go to store with cowboy hats he's always trying them on asking which one looks best on him and it's the most adorable thing ever

#graves x reader #phil graves x reader #call of duty x reader #phillip graves #phil graves headcanons #graves headcanons #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2

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alyxdoeswrite · 2 years ago

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Warm Up (Soap Mactavish x F!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley)

Pairing: Soap x Ghost x F!Reader Category: Pure Smut (18+) Warnings: Threesome (F/M/M), Double Penetration, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Doggy Style, Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Spitroast, Unbalanced Power Dynamics (Ghost is Your Superior), Bondage, Dom!Ghost/Dom!Soap/Sub!Reader Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: Your boyfriend (Johnny) and your lieutenant (Simon) decide to introduce you to a special warm up routine. For training purposes, of course…

Author’s Note: This is pure and utter trashy filth ngl. The reader is a Sergeant, codename "Viper".

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Look at her, Ghost,” your boyfriend grunted as he swiped his finger across your dripping slit. You moaned, your hands clenching behind your back in a rubbery resistance band. You leaned against Johnny’s strong chest, your legs spread across his bulky thighs. The contrast of you being stark naked in the presence of two clothed men, let alone your superior, made your legs turn to jelly.

Ghost’s eyes were trained on you, his pools of hickory calculating and predatory. They looked so much darker beneath his skull balaclava, his pupils blown wide with lust. You groaned as Johnny prodded the rough pad of his finger in and out of your entrance, sliding slow circles around it all the while.

“I think she's ready for the warm up, yeah?” Johnny chuckled, catching your mouth in a sloppy, open kiss as his thumb brushed over your clit. Your head rolled back as Johnny’s wet muscle suckled on your own. Ghost grunted as he slid onto his knees, his covered lips so agonizingly close to your aching cunny. You blushed furiously as the Scotsman spread out your soaking folds with his thick fingers.

You watched as Ghost pulled his mask up, revealing a stubbly, square chin. He swiped his tongue across his pink lips before blowing his hot breath over your cunt. You shuddered as the air fanned over your lower lips, your walls pulsing inside you.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at how wet you are,” Ghost said in a low, gruff voice. Your heartbeat quickened as he leaned his face forward, eyes snapping up to you. “You think you’re ready to break a sweat, Sergeant?” Ghost asked. You nodded violently. A sharp smack to your inner thigh made you hiss.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Ghost rumbled in annoyance. You shook as Johnny sucked on your neck, drawing out a deep red hue.

“Y-Yes,” you begged. Ghost sighed through his nose, delivering a slap over your slick pussy. You lunged forward, the pain surging into a wave of pleasure that made your clit throb.

“Yes, what?” your superior growled. Tears spilled from your eyes, your body shivering with a dull ache. You swallowed thickly.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you mewled. Ghost and Johnny locked eyes before your love gave a firm nod. Ghost groaned before laying his lips over your lower lips. You saw stars when the Brit’s lips curled over your bundle of nerves, pressing kisses to the swollen bud.

“Fuck,” you whined, your hips grinding on Ghost’s scruffy face. His stubble scratched at the inside of your thighs as he continued to trail kisses up and down your slit. Bolts of pleasure coursed through your nerves as your bones turned into jelly. Johnny pressed rough kisses down your jaw as he watched Ghost devour your cunt. Your lieutenant’s lips smacked before he rolled his wet tongue across your bud. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he puckered his lips around it, giving it a hard suck.

“You like how he eats your cunt, hm, Bonnie?” Johnny mused, his hands reaching up to your plush breasts. You arched your back as his fingers began to knead your tits, your ass rubbing against your boyfriend's growing erection. His teeth grazed your neck, fingers curling into your sensitive breasts. Ghost’s tongue swirled around your clit before he puckered his lips around the plush bud.

“G-Ghost,” you keened, white hot tendrils of pleasure wrapping around your lower stomach. Ghost gave your pussy a tender, open kiss before slowly pulling back. You shivered at the sight of your arousal dripping on his chin.

“Call me Simon when we’re like this,” he growled, curling his fingers into your thighs. You nearly clamped his head between your legs when he dove back in, his tongue taking in deep, heavy strokes over your hole.

“Simon! F-Feels so good,” you choked. He chuckled deeply, the sound shooting through your core. He angled his hands on your legs, spreading them impossibly wider. You cried as the tip of his tongue pressed into your tight entrance. Your head rolled back as he sighed deeply, letting his tongue drag into your tummy walls. Your mouth shot open as Johnny lightly twisted your nipples between his rough fingers.

“I think she’s gonna cum, Si,” Johnny snickered. His lips sucked over your pulse as he tugged on your buds. Your thighs shook over Johnny’s as Simon thrusted his tongue into your wet, juicy hole at a more rapid pace. You released a cacophony of sounds as your lower stomach twisted into a tight knot. “Go ‘head, baby. Show the Lt. the cute face you make when you cum,” Johnny ordered with another sudden tug of your nipples. The room was filled with a harsh wail as your head fell back onto your boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

Your head spun as you released on Simon’s face, your walls contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your brows scrunched up as your jaw went slack, drool slipping past your parted lips. Johnny rubbed his large hands over your breasts, your thighs shivering while Simon hungrily lapped up your sweet nectar.

“That’s it, dolly. Such a good lass,” Johnny murmured. You mewled as the last contraction rippled through you.

Simon leaned his head back, eyes lidded and cheeks burning with crimson. Simon looked absolutely drunk from the sweet taste of your pussy. Your body burned even more as he licked around his lips, his tongue swiping at any of your slick left on it. Johnny’s breathing stuttered at the sight of your cum painting the lieutenant’s stubbled chin. Simon’s eyes were trained on you like a bird of prey stalking a tiny mouse. You gasped as he stood and leaned forward to press a deep kiss into your lips. His tongue rolled over yours, spreading the sweet flavor of your cum across your taste buds.

“Fuck,” Johnny gritted, his cock now painfully hard below your ass. You moaned into the kiss before Simon fell away.

“Could eat that delicious cunt for every meal,” he murmured darkly. A small whine left your throat as he kissed you once again. Johnny began to buck into your ass, the friction itself making your back stretch and toes curl. Simon's eyes grew dark at the sight of your bare breasts pushing towards him as Johnny humped against you like a dog in heat. Your head was swimming in a dizzying pleasure while your heart rapidly thumped against your sternum. Simon kept his eyes locked with yours as he unbuckled his belt.

“What do you think we should do with this little Viper, Johnny?” Simon rumbled as his pants fell to the floor with a soft thud. Saliva welled inside your mouth as his thick, heavy cock raised towards the ceiling. He was gorgeous; from the flustered, red tip to the patch of tamed, coarse hair that rested at the end of his shaft. You squeaked as your boyfriend’s bulky arms snaked around your torso.

“I think she’s ready for a full body stretch,” Johnny mused, his voice rough and ravenous. Your eyes widened as he ripped you off of his lap. He spun you around, a large hand encased around the back of your head. Your breath was ragged as Johnny roughly pushed your head into the mattress, his other hand guiding your bare ass towards his crotch. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, every nerve ending in your being lit on fire. A low chuckle rumbled through Simon’s chest. You shivered as you heard your boyfriend begin to strip behind you and the bed dipped below Simon’s weight.

“Would one of you please just do something?” you whined, wiggling your hips faster and arching your back. Rough fingers slid beneath your chin, guiding you to look up. You gawked as the throbbing head of Simon's cock came close to your lips. His lips were curved up ever so slightly at your wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you,” Johnny murmured, his hand stroking your cheek. His pulsing cock flopped down onto your ass cheeks, perfectly slotting in between them. You felt like you were going to burst from your own skin, your wrists struggling against your binds. You whined into the sheets as Johnny lined up his length between your slick folds, your fists curling against themselves on your back. Your lieutenant clicked his tongue.

“You’re rather impatient, Sergeant,” Simon chastised. You lurched forward as Johnny laid a sharp slap across your backside, your lips now kissing the head of Simon’s dick. The taste of salty sweat and bitter precum leaked into your mouth, overwhelming your senses. A mix between a purr and a snarl erupted from Simon’s lips, his fingers intertwining with your locks. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Johnny kneaded the sore spot on your ass before spreading your cheeks. The hand on the back of your head pushed you forward, your lips sinking down on Simon’s length. You sputtered at how his girth stretched your mouth.

“Atta girl, look at you takin’ my cock so well,” your superior praised, his other hand coming up to wipe a hot tear that rolled down your cheek. You hollow your cheeks as he inched himself inside of your wet, cavernous mouth. He hissed as your soft tongue swiped back and forth below his shaft. “Fuck,” Simon growled, the tips of his fingers digging into your scalp. Your eyes began to close, his cock soft yet firm as his tip tapped at your uvula. You gasped around his length when you felt Johnny sheath himself inside your gummy walls with one steady thrust, stretching and filling you to the brim. A moan spilled from you as his sharp hips became flush with your ass. You felt Simon’s cock impatiently twitch in your mouth.

“Jesus,” he cursed. Johnny groaned behind you as your pussy tenderly hugged his aching cock. You keened at how full you felt on both ends, the overstimulation only serving to fuel the flames of your insatiable arousal.

“I think our girl’s ready,” Johnny grunted. Our girl. You felt even dizzier at the sentiment. Simon gave a quick nod before his hand tugged at your hair, signaling for you to move. You took in a deep breath through your nose before sliding your head back, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes rolled into your skull as Johnny pulled out. Your gushing walls squelched as he pressed himself back inside, your walls molding to the shape of his cock. Your mind was scattered as you were split between sucking on Simon’s length and Johnny tenderly pushing back into you from behind.

“Your mouth looks so pretty with my cock stuffing it, Viper,” the lieutenant mused. Your walls clenched at his words, making Johnny moan.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lt,” Johnny whined. You smiled around Simon’s cock, flexing your cunt around your boyfriend’s solid dick. “Sucking me in so tight,” your love groaned. You pushed your mouth back down onto Simon’s length, but not before you swirl your tongue around his red tip. His head harshly fell back against the headboard as his chest heaved. You blushed when a gag erupted from your throat, but your attention was diverted when Johnny began to angle his cock into your spongy spot. Your jaw went slack, allowing Simon to push even deeper into your tight throat.

“Like it when we use you like this, bonnie?” he asked between pants. You tried to nod your head, but you were stuck in Simon’s grasp. You offered a muffled moan instead. Johnny smacked your ass again as he dragged his cock back out. You whimpered, drool now dribbling past your lips. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, (Y/N),” Johnny chastised playfully before massaging the red mark.

Simon’s head fell against the headboard, both of his hands now tightly knitted into your locks. You felt something burn inside of your chest, your brows furrowing with determination. You arched your back before bobbing your head up and down your lieutenant's thick girth, taking him in fully. He gazed down at you with parted lips as you fervently sucked his hard cock. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared up at him with soft, wet doe-eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Viper. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” his commanding voice cracked on the last word when you slowly swirled your tongue around his tip. You smirked around his length before hollowing your inner cheeks as much as you could. Simon snarled before he snatched your hair into his hand. You gasped before he began to guide your head up and down his shaft. Your hands gripped into tight fists when Johnny’s pace picked up behind you, wishing you could hold onto your lieutenant's supple, muscular thighs for support.

The room was full of salacious sounds; a choir of pants and moans, praises and curses, squelching and spankings. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as both men used you like their personal fleshlight. Your lower muscles spasmed as Johnny leaned forward, his broad chest flush against your back. You cried when he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

“I want you to take our cum like the good lass you are,” Johnny grunted with a sharp thrust. "You can do it, dolly. I know you can," he snarled animalistically. Both of your ends felt wetter, your arousal splashing against Johnny’s legs as you slobbered on Simon’s cock. You felt the tension in your pussy swell as pleasure spiked your mind. With a sudden, deep growl, Simon slammed your head down onto his length, his hairs tickling your nose.

"Fuck," the lieutenant groaned. You mewled as you felt him shoot load after load of his warm cum down the back of your throat. His balls twitched beneath him as he screwed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he came undone in your mouth. The feeling of his seed dripping down your throat made your pussy flutter.

An overwhelming heat suddenly crashed over you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You wailed as you clamped down on Johnny’s dick, the euphoria flooding your empty, fucked-out mind. His fingers curled into your waist as he gritted his teeth.

“(Y/N)!” Johnny howled as he stilled. You moaned as he painted the inside of your pussy white with his thick cum, his cock twitching relentlessly. "So good, you're so good to me, lass," he muttered as he thrusted into you weakly. Your mind was drowning in bliss as your contractions began to dissipate.

Simon massaged your cheeks before he slowly pulled you off his length. You suppressed the urge to gasp and sputter as your lips came free. Your boyfriend rubbed your waist tenderly. All of you were panting, chests heaving and bodies shaking with adrenaline. You tilted your head up to Simon, batting your lashes before explicitly swallowing his spend down your throat. He gasped softly, and nearly came again when you stuck out your clean tongue.

“Christ, I didn’t know my Sergeant was this filthy,” Simon groaned. Your scalp stinging slightly as he traced his fingers down your neck and over to your jaw. You sighed as you pressed your face into his warm, heavy palm.

“Funny, I was thinking the same about my Lieutenant,” you quipped, voice hoarse from his rough fucking. He huffed through his nose, though the small grin on his face showed that he was clearly amused. You whimpered when Johnny pulled his cock out of you, his length absolutely drenched in your arousal and his cum.

“How are you feeling, hen?” he asked sweetly. You lowered your back and turned around to him. His pupils were blown wide, shrouding his light blue eyes in a primal darkness. His rugged body was always a treat for your eyes, his abs flexing as he took in a deep breath, arms taut as his hands rubbed your waist.

“I-I don’t know honestly,” you laughed tiredly. Johnny gave a sly grin.

“We were that good, huh?” he chuckled. You nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon’s hand fell away from your cheek as Johnny slid his hands over your arms. “Come ‘ere, bonnie,” Johnny cooed. You obeyed, dragging your limp body onto his sturdy lap. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head. Johnny was always huge on keeping you close to him after sex, whether it was his arms wrapped around you or your pussy warming his cock. Your mind drifted as he languidly stroked your back.

You squealed when you felt your asscheeks being spread. Something wet and cold suddenly traced over your asshole. You whipped your head around, Simon’s lips curled as he applied lube to your puckering hole. Your brows were knitted in confusion as your boyfriend gently grabbed your chin and turned your head.

“Don’t you remember?” he began, moving your hips so your soaked folds rested above his half-hard cock. You swallowed thickly as you felt Simon position himself against your ass, his tip threatening to breach your tight asshole. Johnny smirked when he saw your eyes widen in realization.

“This is a stamina test, too,” he chuckled.

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High times|| John "Soap" MacTavish x reader

Warnings: Illusions to sex, drug use (weed), my horrible knowledge on the military,swearing, not proof read A/N: happy (late) 420!this is the first time ive wrote since like 2019 so sorry if its ass. might write a part 2 to this!

Word count:1.9k

!!GIF is not mine!!

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It was a late night on base, and while everyone was sleeping, you decided tonight was the perfect time to light up. you had just gotten back to base after a particularly difficult mission and decided it would be the best way to relax. after missions 141 would usually head to a local pub and knock back some beers to relax and unwind after working their ass off. you were never really a drinker. you would have a drink here and there but never quite liked getting drunk. you preferred smoking. you were an experienced smoker. In high school, you were the classic stoner, had even sold a little bit back in those days. you knew every trick in the book and used them all now to not get caught. your smoking days didn't end once you joined the military. it was normal for you to sneak out to go smoke real quick. you stuck with joints for easy access and they were easier to sneak but now and then you would smoke out of a piece, most of the time it was your beloved bong. it wasn't often you smoke in your room out of the bong, it was saved for special occasions. tonight was one of those special nights. you had spent all day trying to catch up on all the sleep you had lost on the past mission, only waking up to go get dinner and then coming back to take a nap. 11:30 shined on the alarm clock, one of your only sources of light. the only other source of light was the moon shining in through your open window. you locked your door and put a towel at the bottom to block the smoke and turn on the fan while walking to the chair you pulled up to the window. the quiet cool breeze blowing through, making your room slightly chilly. you sit in your pajamas taking one good look at the moon before you started to pack a bowl. this was the most relaxed you had felt in months, nothing made you quite as happy as smoking on a quiet summer night, it was therapeutic. you grab your lighter and take the first hit, holding it in for a couple of seconds before leaning out the window and exhaling. these were the most relaxing nights. you take a couple more hits before sitting there for a moment peacefully, enjoying this refreshing night. that was until you heard a knock on your door. you quickly panic, throwing your bong in your closet and reaching for the nearest can of air freshener. another knock this time followed by a familiar Scottish accent “You in there lass?” soap asked. you sigh in relief and go to open the door. “you scared the fuck outta me soap, I thought you were someone else.” you chuckled, tucking the towel back under the door after you closed it. “You've been smoking with other people besides me lass? I see how it is” Soap fake pouted while making himself comfortable on your bed. soap was the only other person on base you smoked with. He would sometimes join you in your parking lot smoke seshes. he was also your classic high school stoner but had cut back when he joined the military, but still would partake here and there, you being his main smoke buddy. “I thought you were price for a moment and I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes,” you say, walking to where you threw your bong in a moment of panic. luckily for you, nothing broke or spilled. you grab the piece and put it in your chair to pull another chair up for soap. you finally grab the bong and sit for a moment, letting out another sigh of relief. “price had a little bit too much to drink at the pub tonight, I doubt he’d even be able to walk down here right now without busting his arse” soap chuckled. You chuckled as well, handing soap the bong and your lighter. You watched how the moonlight illuminated his eyes. You’d be lying if you said you didn't have a thing for soap. He was the one who welcomed you the most when you first joined 141 and was probably the one you were the closest with. You’d also be lying if you said you both weren't flirty with each other, especially while you were under the influence. Flirty little remarks and shared glances were usually all it was but there were a couple of shared kisses and even a messy high makeout session that had happened between you two. A part of you hoped tonight would end similarly. You watched Soap as he took a hit, god that man looked heavenly in the moonlight. The way the moon reflected in his eyes was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. You swore you fell more in love with him at that moment, watching him as he blew the smoke from his lungs out the window and sat back with a sigh. “You got some good stuff, Bonnie, I'm already starting to feel it” he smiled at you, handing you the bong back. “only the best for you handsome,” you said, smirking at him before taking another hit yourself. The bong was passed back and forth a couple more times before you had to pack another bowl. “Wanna do the honors Johnny?” you ask him, handing him the bowl and your grinder. “Don't mind if I do” He took the items out of your hand and set them on your desk to get to work. You watched him as he did his magic, he somehow always managed to pack his bowls better than yours. “your so handsome when you pack my bowls for me Johnny” you flirted. “I think you just like making me do all the work lass” he laughed. “you also got a handsome laugh,” you said to him and he handed you the freshly packed bong back. “you take the first hit Johnny, you're the one who packed it” “well don't mind if I do.” One more bowl later and you guys were stoned out of your minds. “that’s probably the best weed I've smoked in ages y/n, where the hell did you get it” Johnny asked while looking up at you “I usually don't spill all my secrets but your just to damn cute for me to deny you that information” and you told him how you had gotten the chance to stock up on the good stuff last time you hit the dispensary. “you wanna go watch a movie bonnie?” soap had asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. “how could I say no to that pretty face of yours” you said as he offered to help you up. after you both had crawled into your bed and got comfy you decided to find something to watch. you clicked through all the streaming services you had but couldn't seem to find a movie y’all had wanted to watch. you dramatically sigh and click out of another streaming service “It's like every funny movie has been wiped off the planet or something.” you sigh, dropping the remote signifying you had given up on the movie search. “I know something else we can do,” Johnny said, and you knew by the smirk he wore on his face he was up to no good. “and what would that be handsome,” you asked and before you knew it he was crawling on top of you. he then embraced you in a kiss, to which you grab his face and return the kiss. you run your hands up to tug on his mohawk as he deepened the kiss. He slowly pushed you down on your bed, now laying on top of you. He sits up momentarily to slowly take his shirt off, teasing you.“I quite like this idea Johnny” You smile at him and give him a peck. “I want to take this further Bonnie,” Johnny says, avoiding your eyes as a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. “Like what?” you asked playing innocent. “Let me show you?” you could only nod yes as he smiled brightly at you before kissing you again. This time the kiss moved down to your jaw until his mouth made your neck its home, sucking at nipping at your neck. Leaving hickies and kissing them to soothe them after. Your hand found its way back to his hair, slightly tugging at his hair when he would nip at your neck, causing you to let out a small moan. One of his hands found its way to your stomach, slipping under your shirt and roaming your torso. The other one stayed on your jaw, pulling you further into the kiss. You were so into the moment that you almost didn’t hear the knock at your door. You and Soap both shoot up and stare at the door before another knock rings through the door, “y/n don't make break the door down” a slightly aggravated ghost said through the door. You curse at yourself quietly “Just a minute” you yell towards the door, grabbing your stuff and throwing it in the closet. As you turn around you see another thing you have to hide, Soap. You bring a finger to your mouth signaling to him to stay quiet before you grab him and shove him in your closet and close the door behind him. You collect yourself for a second before opening the door. Ghost stood there wearing sweats and a T-shirt that showed off his muscles perfectly. “Sorry, I was naked,” you say, instantly regretting the excuse you made. “Price sent me to investigate a suspicious smell coming from your room.” Ghost said. Slightly pushing you aside to go into your room. You sit in the doorway watching Ghost search through your room, making sure to check every nook and cranny. You prayed to whatever holy thing you could as Ghost made his way to the closet. You don't know what would be worse, him finding the weed or one of his sergeants shirtless in your closet. You hoped the half-naked scot would distract your lieutenant from the weed. Ghost arrives in front of the closet, staring at it for a second before looking at you as he opened the door. He looks over to realize he is face to face with soap. You just sat there mortified. “Smoking and fucking other teammates y/n? You’re fucking asking to get in trouble.” You cant reply as you just stare at your lieutenant. “Price wants you in his office first thing tomorrow morning, and for you,” he said looking at the soap, “get your clothes back on and get to your room,” he said to soap. Soap quickly grabbed his shirt and scurried out of your room, not wanting to do anything to aggravate ghost anymore. “I'll let you keep your stuff, but you gotta let me join in” you hear ghost say from behind you. You turn around again and instantly take him up on his offer. “Just don't be so sloppy next time y/n, if you're gonna break the rules don't do it all at once.’ He patted your shoulder before squeezing by you to walk back to his room, leaving you to stand in your doorway still slightly in shock.

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