#and sub soap

[partiallysame]

Gaz is a dom. Mans will not sub for you. And if somehow you can convince him to give you an ounce of control he takes it away from you in no more than 4 minutes. But you are a switch and talked about that at the beginning of your relationship even if you have no chance to show it off. Skip to when you meet the 141 and the second you see Johnny you are eating him alive with your eyes. And maybe every time you hang out with them you come back home a lil more horny than usual. A little more bratty trying to force dominance than usual. Only after the second or third time you spend time with Johnny and then drag Kyle back to your bed does he put a few pieces together. He’s not sure whether to be mad that Johnny turns you on or thank him for the sex he gets after you see his team member. So he brings it up with you, his lips trailing up your neck to whisper in your ear “so you want my mate to fuck you?” And the laugh you let out disarms him. Bc what? So you turn to look at him “no Kyle. I don’t want Johnny to fuck me” and he’s questioning everything he knows he’s seen, all the looks. “I want to put Johnny on his knees. Make him cry. Make him beg to be touched.” And your boyfriend is choking on his spit. You can see the wheels turning. All the times you two came back home and you pushed him down on the bed just for him to flip you over. All the times you told him to “ask nicely” just for him to gag you. Ahhhhhhh. Now it’s clicking. And now it’s his turn to laugh because he knows you could break Johnny and he’d love every second of it. You know what, actually let’s call MacTavish rn.

[pastelclovds]

cw: f slur (i blame @rodolfoparras)

thinking about a homophobic misogynist man who just can’t get off like how he used to before he met you. no matter how times he fists his cock, is balls deep into some random women; none of it mattered. it was never enough, he was never satisfied. but when he thinks about his last “session” with you… he’s throbbing and rock hard within seconds (aww is that pre cum on the tip?) he tries to brush it off as nothing more than a little meeting between guys, he’s not a fag and he’ll never will be. his actions speak other wise but he’s way too narcissistic and delusional to see his contradiction.

he’s in too deep in his fantasy to hear himself whining and moaning like a bitch as he fucks into the tight hole of his hand. his eyes brimmed with tears as he recalled you holding his legs against his chest as your fat cock drilled into his sore hole, your pelvis slapping lewdly against his ass. he called you every insult in the book, but you didn’t care. in fact, his bitching made you pound into him harder.

he spat on his pointer and middle finger and slid a shaky hand down to his hole. it twitched and clenched around nothing, he felt so empty. he forces his two fingers inside him to the knuckle, if there was a heaven, he just saw it. as the fantasy continued, he only got more desperate. he bucked into his fist like a mutt in heat as his fingers thrust in and out of his tight heat. his pillows are drowning in drool at this point.

you call him your pretty princess, whose pussy was made to take your dick. your digits wrapped themselves around his throat, his adam’s apple bopping under your palm. taking in as much air as he could before you took it with the thunderous pace of your hips.

he never wished for a third arm more in his life. before long, he let out a pathetic, little, tiny sigh of “daddy” as he came all over his hand and belly. he lays on his soaked sheets absolutely exhausted. his first good nut in ages. he thinks about you again, and remembers he has a huge cucumber in his fridge he was about to blend into his work out smoothie.

his cock is leaking pre instantly.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about the most homophobic misogynistic dude bro talking shit, maybe it’s in the lock room with the rest of his friends, making a whole spectacle out of the two dudes he saw kissing or holding hands

Cw: forced feminization, 18+, top male reader, dom male reader

But you notice the way he shifts from one leg to another, eyes wandering over to your own almost as if fearing you’ll say something you shouldn’t -like how he’d showed up to your dorm last night, sober for once and with his hard on showing through his sweatpants, moments before you had him bouncing on your cock.

Despite having been the one to initiate things, he’d been reluctant to let you know he was enjoying it, with his teeth digging into his bottom lip to the point where blood was trickling down his throat, desperately trying to suppress any sort of noise from escaping his mouth. Hell he refused to move his hips on his own even though he’d been the one to tell you to hurry the fuck up and fuck his pretty little hole (five words you had coaxed forced out of the other man) You had to fuck him back onto your cock, nails digging into the plush skin and working him up and down your dick.

Not that you minded much especially not when he’d ever so often let out wails and whines and you could feel his walls clenching down on your cock and you didn’t waste a second asking if his pretty pussy likes that or if the pretty princess is feeling good. He’d only respond by telling you to shut the fuck up, even spat in your face once but hell that didn’t stop him from riding your dick till he finally reached his orgasm.

[l1tw1ck]

thinking about guys and monsters with dicks too big for their own good

guys like: Soap, Ghost, Enji, All Might, Steve Rogers, Thor, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lucas Lee, Whoever You Want

* i dont really write for COD but the guys in there are HOT

top!masc reader

cw: size difference (smaller reader), smut

a monster with a huge dick made specifically for breeding finding himself laying against the cold stone floor of his cave with his cock slapping against his tummy while you, so much smaller than him, fuck him like he was born to be fucked.

or a strong, athletic guy with a six pack and a long list of suitors who wanna be dicked down by him. he doesn't understand how he ended up this way, how the mouth he used only to speak and bark orders in the bedroom ended up being used to suck your cock. How he ended up as a cocksleeve to the puny little assistant he used to tease all the time. How his long, thick, and veiny cock ended up becoming completely useless. How he ended up whimpering and moaning when you would tease him about it. About how cutely it's flopping around as you fuck him. Or how cute it is to see him humping a pillow with such a huge cock.

no one expected a man who towers over everyone and could easily split a person in half if he wanted to be a submissive little cockslut. It was shocking to see the stark difference in his appearance and personality once the alcohol hit. you never even considered him to be your partner, you thought he preferred to give. but what he really wants is to be used. no one would've ever imagined that he'd be so good at sucking dick. or how amazing he looks when he's in subspace

a monster who's very experienced when it comes to sex but extremely inexperienced when it comes to bottoming. a monster who laughs in your face for even suggesting that you top him. a monster who agrees to let you try, thinking you'd be far too small to make him feel good. a monster who merely chuckles confidently when you tell him it's the 'motion in the ocean' that matters. a monster who eats his words and gets his grin wiped off his face once you start eating him out. a monster who comes just from your tongue in his ass. a monster who begs for you to keep going. a monster who shakes the entire ground and scares off anyone nearby with his moans of pleasure. a monster who wishes his cock wasn't so big so he could see you better. a monster who creates a puddle of his own come thanks to a tiny human

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yan Cod men x barracks bunny male reader NSFW thoughts~! ૮꒰ ྀི ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ྀི꒱ა

WC:. 1.8K

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A/N: these are some personal depraved thoughts of M’ own >:3

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

Jus thinkin bout Simon usin you like a personal fleshlight tha first time he has ya, his hand grippin your head hard N’ shovin it down into the rough cramped cot of A’ bed. His hips are brutal- fuckin your hole so hard hittin your deepest parts makin ya roll your eyes into the back of your skull. Ya nearly choke on your own tongue when he grounds himself deep into you with his mask pulled up just enough for him T’ shove his face into your neck a leave wet bite marks.

Jus thinkin bout Simon gruntin into your ear all lewd, things so gross N’ vile you’d shiver- tellin you “fuckin good for nothin but a hole T’o use S’ what you are” his accent peakin through. He reaches a rough hand back to hold your chin upwards til your neck hurts N’ you’re all teary eyed. He’s a man so deprived a feral he needs T’ leave you so fucked out that ya full unfulfilled without his cock inside you.

Just thinkin bout Simon who is utterly cruel to your body cause he thinks “you can take it, all ya do is take cock so ya atleast gotta be good at that right?” This man will mock ya. He will pull his cock out once he finishes an leaves ya without cummin simply because your job S’ to get him off. But he won’t let ya leave- nuh-uh. You’re gonna stay a let him hold ya through the night, layin collapsed on top of ya like a big O’l grizzly, his body crushes your but he won’t let ya escape him.

John ‘soap’ Mctavish

Jus thinkin bout soap bein tha most wild of tha men, fuckin ya in the weirdest positions- spread eagle N’ all. Sex with him feels like one real long porno that ya find on some dark sight. He bites ya hard. Not just your neck but your thighs N’ chest too. You’ll have big red marks around both perky nipples from him an tha whole task force knows it was that crazy bastard that left those marks on ya.

Jus thinkin bout soap havin ya bent in half, makin ya hold your knees bent up an spread wide so he can devour ya- he’ll do it in an open space like an old couch in tha base, his hair messy his chin covered in drool. One hand on your cock squeezing it so hard an orgasm can’t leave your swollen tip. You’re a mess- ya hole S’ loose from tha continuous fuckin it takes from tha bulky team, when he does let ya cum he milks em out of ya, load after load hitting yer tummy til you’re coated in your own seed. Your hole sopping like a wet cunt from his tongue while he gives ya back handed compliments. “Look at this pretty cunt, always eager ain’t it?” Or “damn such A’ pretty sight seein ya coated in all these fluids”

Jus thinkin bout havin your face shoved into his armpits— I mean he jus got done from trainin an every time after he’s done with ya, you seem T’ love burying your face in his chest so ya must love his scent right? This S’ his reward for ya- for doin so good In yer new position as Barack’s bunny- now you’re takin in his musk. Revelin around in his scent like some whore an he loves it all. He loves how you crave his smell- how ya like tha scent of him alone- I mean at the end of tha day you only need him- he’ll make sure T’ give ya enough

John Price

Jus thinkin bout John makin ya blow him under his desk after a’ long day- he was goin through hell from dealing with soap N’ ghost am now he jus wanted to unwind, his head tilted back givin tha occasional grunt N’ groan letting the palm of his hand rest on yer head. “Doin so good, you improved since the first time baby” those words egg ya on T’ do better, your tongue lickin under tha head of his heavy cock- right where it was most tender. You were like his fuckin therapy- he was a changed man after a night spent with you.

Jus thinkin bout John makin ya cock warm him while he does paperwork- you ain’t allowed T’ move those perfect hips until he’s done, if ya are good he’ll fuck ya spread open on his desk like A good boy deserves. If ya start gettin all bratty on him an purposefully tease him, clenchin yer hole around his base or buckin yer ass down on him then he’ll wear a condom. He won’t let us feel tha warmth of his seed inside ya- if he’s feelin nice he may let ya beg for him T’ take it off an he just may listen. Oh how he does just love stuffin yer insides plump with his baby batter.

Jus thinkin bout John havin tha nicest aftercare, he’s all sweet N’ tender with yer used up body- he’ll clean ya up N’ chat with ya like he didn’t just ruin you for tha next task force member. He chats on about plans against graves while ya jus lay fucked out N’ still in your own lil daze. Yer rim twitching full of seed with his hairy chest pressed T’ yer back makin sure yer warm under his blankets. He presses sloppy kisses T’ faded bite marks left by tha other men, cooing out in yer ear bout how “they shouldn’t be so rough with ya like that, boy” he speaks like he doesn’t get feral with ya himself !

König

Jus thinkin bout König bein a total perv towards you! It’s always tha quiet ones they say. He’ll steel yer army provided briefs. He’ll fist his cock with em if yer to busy to take him. By far the gentlest of tha men if nothing but cause he fears literally breakin ya. His hips jut forwards fuckin yer boxers til a creamy load stains tha fabric, he imagine your ass or mouth takin tha load. He loves seein his cum on ya, doesn’t really care where jus as long as yer painted in his seed.

Jus thinkin bout König makin ya ride his cock, he’s afraid of actually hurting ya. His cock alone is tha biggest of tha whole bases- everytime ya take it yer tummy bulges all bloated a swollen like yer in tha early stages of pregnancy..he’d like that- he wishes he could knock ya up- make ya his fully..he’d babytrap ya to him if only it was possible. For now his hands rest one on yer hip and tha other on your stomach, pressin down on the bulge inside ya with satisfaction when he sees you cum all over yourself hands free from tha pressure build up of your insides bein caressed by his large member.

Jus thinkin bout König bein a pleasure dom- all he wants as’ to please you a make ya feel so good. He likes cummin but you always come first, literally. He won’t allow his orgasm until he’s made you cum atleast twice. He needs T’ know you got all ya can take before he sends yer body into overdrive from his own pleasure, he’s an awkward man after sex, he wants T’ make sure your ok but he doesn’t like speakin much an tha mask always stays on until he’s been with ya enough times T’ feel fully ok with showin himself T’ you and when he does. That is tha most intimate moment ya have ever had with him. Tha sex that night was more of an act of lovemaking than fucking.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Jus thinkin bout Gaz bein tha most vanilla with sex, he’s not too rough or too gentle, he’s kind but not sweet- he knows how T’ work yer body an tha sex isn’t borin it’s just tame, he knows what he’s doin am he fucks ya tha most from tha front with one hand on your cock, stroking it in rhythm to his movements

Jus thinkin bout Gaz havin an obsession with yer chest. Oh how he loved T’ jus bury his face in your pecks after a long mission a just lick at tha buds til they were all tender N’ sore to tha touch. He’d suck at em with his hands gripping yer chest. Groping you like his life depended on it- grinding his bulge up against the cleft of your ass “fuck you taste so damn good- mh” he’d groan into the nipple he was nibbling at while his eyes looked at you in a daze.

Jus thinking bout bein in reverse cowgirl on his cock, liftin your ass up and down while he moans behind you nearly out of it from tha pleasure ya were puttin him in- his balls heavy jus ready T’ cum. When he does cum he loves cummin on that pretty lil arch in her back. He loves how his cum runs down the arch an all over yer perfect cheeks. Tha sight is heavenly..it makes his job all tha worth it if it meant he’d get to have time with you.

All of the men together

Jus thinkin bout tha rare occasion, the task force will fuck ya together- takin turns with ya when they all want ya so bad. Pent up from a mission in need of their bunny. You’ll be on your back- cocks surroundin ya to perfectly- price an Ghost between your thighs makin yer hole stretch wide an greedily swallow up the lengths with a bump in yer stomach from each movement, the outline of two cocks are visible but you can’t see- you have Soaps cock in yer mouth makin yer cheeks puff and yer lips wrap around him. Your lashes are coated in sticky cum from Gaz-

Jus thinkin bout both of yer hands used T’ stroke Gaz and König off, their loads shootin all over your chest and even face whenever König pulls his cock from her hand, givin himself a few thrusts an’ aimin at your face as a mark of ownership that made soap growl in anger with his cock down yer throat fuckin it harder until his load floods yer throat, makin ya swallow all tha thick release while he says “he took m’ load inside him first” only edging price and Simon between your thighs fuckin ya so hard your body gets fucked forwards- hand weakly clenching at Gaz’s cock while you pout.

Jus thinkin bout being utterly gone by the time they switch places, yer body coated in copious amounts of cum- it’s all mixed N’ messy an ya can’t tell who’s load was who’s anymore- yer cock weeps between your thighs an yer face S’ coated in your own tears an drool. “C’mon baby- stay with us- give us another” price would say T’ ya while he starts fuckin yer face with ghost in yer hand and soap fuckin between your thighs like a feral dog in rut. Followed by tha slow fucking of König. You could barely move an ya knew they were a long ways from done- they were gone on mission for a’ week! They had a week’s worth of orgasms T’ make up for.

[lay-z]

Kyle is the biggest and most experienced dom out of the squad. Enjoys it immensely—and has introduced many women to BDSM in a fun and healthy way before meeting you and finding the love of his life. Very eager to come up with new scenes for you two.

Price enjoys domming, but is a bit old school doing it. Doesn't mind handing over the reigns to you, especially when he's tired. (Old geezer loves watching you bounce on his cock in Reverse Cowgirl and I don't blame him.)

Johnny isn't a dom, just overzealous most times. Biggest switch there is, actually, and likes to follow your orders. Heels like a Shepherd dog at any of your commands and sports a huge fucking boner doing it. Very into pegging and rimming.

Simon is a sub for you—through and through. Kisses the ground you walk on when your back is turned to him at first, but genuinely opens up. There is no way you're ever going to split. Congratulations, you've adopted the most loyal and submissive stray.

[gothghostiie]

okok listen - telling the 141 "use your words"

cw: brat!reader, dom!reader, no actual smut, manhandling, begging, brat!soap, sub!ghost, gn!reader

price doesn't like being fucked around with; if he's feeling you up on a stressful day, just wanting to release some tension, and you stop him with a hand to his chest, telling him to use his words? you probably have a death wish. before you can even react he's got your cheeks in a tight grip, glaring down at you while your nose almost touches his. "wanna repeat that, lovie?" he asks lowly, sarcastically. you both know if you give him another bratty answer you're in for it.

Soap's eyes widen when you tell him to use his words while he's trying to get into your pants. goes all red and tense, you already start to think you overstepped something here and want to apologise; before his face shifts to a look of submission and a bit of defiance. he tries to get his hands under your shirt again without saying a word, wanting to resist you and your - what was supposed to be a joke - order, wanting to test you. I'd be lying if I said he didn't love how rough you suddenly get with him.

Gaz and you are mutually fooling around, he's sucking on your neck and kissing down when you tell him to use his words - he just stops for a brief moment before grinning up at you. "want me to use my words baby? tell you all the things I wanna do with you?" he says in a teasing tone, pushing his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy kiss before trailing kisses to your ear and whispering all the nasty, dirty things he wants to do with you right now, his tone low with occasional chuckles at how you're suddenly putty in his hands.

ghost might be my fav - he's snuggled up to you, hand pushing into your sweatpants when you grab his wrist to stop him, telling him to use his words. he freezes, staring up at you through blond lashes and with pink cheeks; you can practically see the internal struggle he's in. he's torn between wanting to appear big and strong, and just giving in. it's not a long struggle, especially when you run a hand through his messy hair, face burying in your neck as soft begging falls from his lips, trembling hands holding onto you tightly as if you might push him off if he doesnt.

[cod-indulgences]

Ghoap x female!reader, sleepy sex, sub!Simon Riley, threesome, riding, anal

Think about sleeping in bed with Simon and Johnny. Big bed of course, and you liked to be in the middle- you didn't need a blanket with their big, heavy limbs all tangled around you, no clothes, just warm flesh and skin. Feeling Simon's steady breathing against your back, Johnny's heartbeat under your palm- you never slept better.

The best part was waking up to Simon's cock grinding on your ass, the man mostly asleep still, just taking comfort in your body. You hitch your leg up, over Johnny's side, and sigh as his hips slide lower, feeling him get thicker as he rubs up against your pussy. It's soft and easy and you arch your back a little as his arm tightens around you.

You lay like that, just a warm, easy awakening, Simon's scarred lips pressing kisses to the back of your neck as Johnny wakes up. He comes alive all at once, a blink and he's grinning with those blue eyes all crinkled up.

"Having fun without me?" He croons, and ducks his head to lick into your mouth. You gasp as Simon cups your breast, squeezing, Johnny kissing the sounds from your lips. One of their hands opens your thigh more, and you moan when Johnny angles his cock up against Simon's. They slide together against you, rocking motions that spread your slick and their precome over your pussy. You twitch every time Johnny rubs along your clit, or Simon catches at your hole.

Johnny releases your mouth, and leans over you, pressing you into the bed. You watch him kiss Simon, as sweet as honey, the blond man humming in pleasure. Johnny bites his lower lip and grins when Simon chases after him, their combined weight stealing your breath for a moment before they break apart, gasping as Simon takes the chance to kiss you himself. The scar across his lips tugs at yours, and you lick along it, following it down to his throat.

You roll over properly to keep kissing Simon, feeling him melt under you- so sweet here, so open and vulnerable. You sink your teeth into him, just a little, to hear him gasp, and feel Johnny's smirk as he slides down your body, his face resting against your ass. You still have Simon cradled between your thighs, now at the opposite angle, and moan in tandem with him when you feel Johnny's tongue lap around your pussy and Simon's cockhead.

The easy slow grinding slips away as Johnny works you both over, sucking at Simon's cock as he slides against you, fucking his tongue into your hole, making everything so hot and wet you can't tell the difference between slick, precome, and saliva.

Simon whines when you suck his nipple, easily close to your mouth, he's so tall- and you moan and shudder as Johnny angles Simon's cock to push against your hole, the broad head settling just inside. It's not nearly enough, and you work your hips to try and take him more inside. Simon's hands clench on your hips, and he moans and fucks up into you, inch by inch, taking all the slickness you've been collecting to ease the way. You're so tight, too tight, he feels like he's in your lungs like this. You whine as he bottoms out, feel his balls against your ass, and Johnny kisses your shoulder with sticky lips.

"Hold him like that, love, can you keep our boy warm for me? Go on, squeeze that lovely cunt down, give him a hug," and you clench your pussy around Simon, both of you shivering with it. Johnny pushes at Simon, moving him to his back; you roll with him, keeping his cock warm inside just like Johnny asked. His hands are busy, moving over your ass and thighs, propping Simon's hips up with a pillow. He sneaks his fingers around to rub your clit for a moment, making you squeak, before you hear the lube bottle open. Simon's eyes are huge and dark under you, all his walls stripped away, and you kiss him again, sucking on his tongue. His hands are huge and hot on your skin, squeezing handfuls of flesh like a comfort gesture, roving up and down your ass, your back, around to your breasts. He pinches your nipples, just lightly, tugging in the way you like best, that makes you squirm and gush more slick around his cock.

When Johnny slides his fingers in Simon moans and goes limp, big thighs twitching, his breath coming in little gasps as you keep kissing him. His cock twitches inside you, and you can't help but bounce on it just a little, to feel the stretch; Simon keens and you feel the ripple of his muscles under you, the way he must clench down on Johnny's fingers. The other man swears, and you hear more lube drizzling out, wet sounds as Johnny fingers Simon open. The big man is holding you almost too tightly, trying not to buck his hips up, torn between fucking his ass down onto Johnny or up into your pussy.

Johnny slips his fingers out- Simon's whines, bereft- and you moan as he pulls you upright, his hands taking over your breasts. The angle of Simon's cock changes, shifts against the wall of your cunt, and you feel your thighs shake a little with the new pressure.

Johnny hooks his chin over your shoulder to look down at Simon. He's an angel, big deep eyes and wild blond curls, face flushed pink. Johnny smiles against your throat, and as he pushes in Simon groans, his belly flexing, all that strength waking up then releasing again. Johnny is up against your back, tugging your earlobe between his teeth, and when he slowly draws out and back in you don't hold back the deep pleasured sigh from your lungs.

The three of you move together easily, hard and soft, wet flesh slipping and grinding. Simon is struggling, fucking into you sharply before he goes limp as Johnny drags across his prostate, whimpering when you bend to suck his nipple again. Johnny pinches the other one, getting it hard and pink, before he puts his fingers to your clit and begins to play with it.

You gasp and raise your hips up and down, letting Johnny tease you as you treat Simon's cock like a dildo- deep thrusts in and out, squeezing him as you lift up, making sure to drag him along the front wall of your pussy and the spongy bump of your g-spot.

Johnny is winding up higher too, hips snapping in and out, drinking in your sighs and Simon's moans.

"So pretty," you gasp, and cup Simon's cheek in your hand before you trace the lines of his throat. It's simple to lay your palm over his pulse, to feel how strong his heartbeat is, how fast it's going. "Can you hold on for us baby? Don't come until me and Johnny do," and he nods shakily. Johnny moans behind you, and you tilt forward, more weight on the hand on Simon's throat, letting Johnny set the rhythm. Hard and fast, making you slide back and forth, and he's so strong, the bed shaking as he fucks Simon fucking you. The curtains shift a little, stripes of early morning sunlight strobing over your bodies, sweat gleaming on your skin.

Poor Simon, overwhelmed, he woke up to relaxed grinding and now he's getting fucked within an inch of his life instead. He puts his hand over your own and presses down, increasing the weight on his throat, whining when Johnny's hand not on your clit squeezes his thigh. "Good boy," Johnny praises, "good fucking boy, feel her getting there? Going to come soon princess, put 'im out of his misery?"

His fingers keep dancing over your clit, rubbing circles as you pant and moan. You're so wet it's obscene, slick spreading down Simon's balls, and your pussy clamps down as you fuck Simon harder, taking him in as deep as possible, all that gorgeous strength helpless under your thighs, Johnny biting your shoulder as he gets closer too. You're nearly there, just a little more-

"Please," Simon gasps, "please, baby, please come, I'm so close I can't, I can't stop, I need it! Fuck, fucking come on me, baby- Johnny- I'm gonna-!"

His head is thrown back as he shouts, clutching at your hips as you finally come, all your muscles tightening in a wave as you bear down, clamp your pussy onto his cock and your hand onto his throat. You can feel it, the hot wet mess adding to your slick, Simon's come pouring into your belly, and keen as Johnny keeps playing with your clit through the aftershocks.

Johnny moans and pushes you to lie flat on Simon, his cock slipping out, and lifts Simon's thighs to open wider. He's so close too, his hips stuttering, and you raise your ass and spread your pussy with your fingers to show him the thick, shiny strings of come dripping from your hole.

He groans behind you and you grin against Simon, kissing his slack mouth as Johnny comes inside him, swallowing the soft little sounds. Johnny grinds in deep, and you feel him shudder as his whole body pours into his cock, filling Simon up as well, the thick hot smell of sex and sweat tickling your nose.

He drops down against your back, shoving another squeak out of you as your lungs compress, then rolls to the side, his leg tangled with Simon's. He's panting hard and you move to kiss him too, little pecks along the corner of his mouth, down his neck and chest. You bite his nipple and he swats at you, grunting. Simon is a liquid mess, his cock and groin tacky with your drying slick and his hole and thighs wet with come and lube.

You all somehow turned sideways on the bed through everything, and Johnny urges you both back to the pillows. It's still early, the light peeking through the curtains still soft, and you're eager to go back to sleep for a while longer, body warm and relaxed. Simon curls around you just like he was when sleeping, his chest against your back and his hands cradling your breasts and hips, already drifting off after getting his back blown out before the dawn was finished rising. Johnny won't go back to sleep, but he tugs the blankets up and kisses you both.

"Stay here?" You ask, catching his hand.

"Aye love, let me grab the tablet."

He settles himself against the headboard, tablet on his lap turned to a show with the volume down, and you bury your face against his thigh, an arm slung over his lap. Next to you, his hand plays with Simon's hair, flicking a curl between his fingers idly.

Later you'll get up and move about, start the day, but this is your favorite part.

[fortheb0ys]

Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when they see a man in uniform

[thehandsresisthim]

“a test of endurance - part two”

contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, punishment, bondage (rope), nipple clamps, toys under clothing, semi-public

this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october. here’s the first part!!

word count: ~1100

The next time you tease both your boys, it’s induced by Johnny.

On a cold Wednesday morning - Simon and Johnny are still on leave, you’ve got the day off work too - Simon wakes up to a strangled moan, mixed with a weird sensation against his thigh.

It doesn’t take longer than a second for him to recognise what’s happening - Johnny is humping against his thigh, cock catching against Simon’s boxers as it weeps, staining the fabric.

Johnny sighs and whines with every thrust, his body shaking. It’s been three days since you’ve denied them an orgasm, and Johnny, ever the needy brat, refuses to accept that.

So, waking up to you gone, presumably having left to buy some breakfast for the three of you, Johnny decides to grab the moment by its balls, having relieved himself of his clothes and now humping against Simon.

Could he have also just quickly stroked his cock, hidden away in the bathroom, to only be found guilty by the next session since he’s so bad at pretending to be desperate to cum when he really isn’t?

Sure, but Johnny is determined to drag Simon down with him. The blond bastard had it coming, he decides - boyfriend or not, Simon’s determination to be obedient is getting on his nerves.

Besides, the idea of corrupting the man into disobedience, breaking Simon’s perfect record, is very appealing.

And, - Johnny can only guess that it’s because the man is still half asleep - Simon takes the fucking bait, chomps down on it before he can realise that he’s become a fish on a hook.

“Johnny, wha’-“ he stutters out, “master told us not ta-“

And Simon reaches down, his calloused hand closing around Johnny’s weeping cock, clutching his base. Of course, he’s attempting to shove Johnny off, to make him behave by roughly tugging on his sensitive cock - Simon doesn’t want to be involved with Johnny’s disobedience.

Unfortunately for Simon, he choose the worst fucking moment to hold onto Johnny.

Unfortunately for Simon, it looks like he’s touching Johnny, giving him a handjob.

Unfortunately for Simon, you walk in at this very moment.

You almost drop the tray of breakfast you were holding, setting it down on the nightstand as you calmly walk towards your boys.

Your expression has immediately turned sour - from happy and kind to cold and mean. Johnny whimpers, but he can’t help his smirk - his eyes are betraying his excitement as he notices your disapproving glance at Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock. Simon has frozen in place, big brown eyes wide and glistening as he swallows, speechless for a second.

You sit down on the bed and look at your watch.

“You have a minute to explain yourselves.”

“I-I didn’t t-touch Johnny. ‘was only shoving him off, he was trying to hump me and I-,” Simon stutters, “I wasn’t bad, master, I wasn’t, I swear, please-“

Johnny interrupts his boyfriend’s babbling and - with a surprising gentleness - takes Simon’s hand off of his cock. Simon whines as he only realises just now that he was still holding onto his dick, which he knows looks bad. Very bad.

“Simon was touchin’ on me, master, he got my dick out n’ everything, ” Johnny lies, voice confident, “he’s a fuckin‘ brat.“

“‘m not, ‘m not, he’s lying, he’s lying-“ the panicked tone in Simon’s voice is heartbreaking, he looks like he’s about to cry. “Please master, don’t believ’ ‘im, he’s lying, I only wanted to shov’ ‘im off of me, I promise, master, p-please…”

You clap your hands, indicating that the minute is over.

“Alright. I’ve heard enough.”

Simon whines and slumps his shoulders, hiding beneath the blankets.

“I’ll punish you later,” you say, “my boys need some breakfast now.”

+🎃+

Johnny squeezes his boyfriend's hand as they huddle closer - he’s desperate to hide his whimpers and whines. Once again, you’ve used his sensitivity against him. There’s a vibrating ring nosing his dick, and it’s hell.

The vibrations keep him even more horny than he’s usually is, and the ring keeps him from cumming. Johnny’s walking slowly. If he moved too quickly, he’d rub the fabric of his boxers right against his leaky tip, and he’s already noisy enough.

The park you’re taking a stroll through is calm and empty, the cold october night illuminated by the street lamps, the (barely visible, light pollution and all that) stars and almost full moon. Under normal circumstances, Johnny would appreciate the scenery, but with a constant stimulus vibrating away at his cock - not a chance.

Then again, as he glances over at Simon, he wonders if he got the lesser of the punishment.

Simon is wearing the black surgical mask that he usually wears when going outside, and his hood is up, but the tears in his brown eyes tell of his distress.

The hoodie that he’s wearing, as well as the jacket, is some of the baggiest clothing that he owns, and Johnny well knows why.

Beneath all of his clothes, - of course, without intercepting his arms and legs - Simon is bound in tight rope. A beautiful pink, thin rope is artfully woven across his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples and his aching cock.

His hands are in his hoodie pocket, and they’re also tied together, albeit with a different rope.

Simon has always been susceptible to rope, the tight, woven restraints always signalling comfort, and to his dismay, arousal.

Johnny can imagine what it’s like - each step, no matter how slowly he’s walking - is tightly interlaced with the sensation of rope tugging on him, a constant reminder of the rope that’s both a thing to hold him together, and a thing that keeps him restrained.

Johnny knows that the rope alone is enough to turn Simon’s brain to mush. Too bad for him, because there’s not only rope on Si - you’ve used rough metal clamps on his nipples, a delicate weight hanging on both. Everytime he moves, the ropes running across his pecs tease the sensitive flesh, and Johnny knows that he’d long have started crying if he was the one in Simon’s shoes.

Luckily, he isn’t, because he knows that he would scream as you place a hand on Simon’s neck and tug at the ropes, rubbing against the clamps.

“Please, please, ahhh- master-“

Simon shudders and sobs, his body trembling as a few tears escape.

“Aww, baby, what's the matter?”

Simon hiccups and nuzzles against your shoulder as soon as you let go. Squeezing yourself between both boys, you place your hands on their necks.

“Let’s get you two home.”

thank you for reading!! here’s part one ❤️

here’s my masterlist!!

[partiallysame]

Ghost gets no bitches and he reminds me of whatever that TikTok audio is that’s like “how’d you get her?” And the other person is like “get her? No she grabbed me by the throat and told me I was hers”.

Word count: 800

Warnings: none (ghost being immediately whipped)

So hear me out you’re at the grocery store and while walking down the aisles you see this behemoth of a man. Big muscle sexy, surgical mask covering his face. You want. What to say? How should you approach? Ah yes you need help getting something from the top shelf. Stepping so you’re in his line of sight

“Could you come here?” You ask him and he just gives you a blank stare. Raising your eyebrows clearly waiting for a response he turns around looking for who you could be talking to and who is clearly not listening to you. When he sees no one else in the aisle he slowly points at himself, questioning you. “Yes you.” You smile trying to hold in a laugh. Quickly adding a “please” in the sweetest little voice and he is scurrying over to you.

“Could you please reach that box for me?” Ghost raises his arm up and points to a box when you nod confirming that’s the one you want he hands it to you. “That one too please” he obeys. You have him hand you two more boxes (not needing any of them). Then you try to push your luck a little. “Wait not this one” you hand him a box back and he returns it to the shelf. Before you know it you’ve had this man put all the boxes back just to hand them to you again. A smirk plastered on your face. Not once did the large man question you, not when you were looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“Ok done with this aisle. Come on.” You start walking and his feet are following you. He hasn’t said a word to you but is following you around the store like a puppy. Down the next aisle you pointed at something (well within your reach) and he handed it you.

“Are you always this obedient?” You watched his eyes go wide but he found himself nodding. He’d probably say yes to anything you ask when you’re looking at him like that, like you want to eat him whole. His answer brought a smile to your face and he swore his knees were gonna buckle. You held out your hand, “phone.” It was a statement not a question and he quickly (fumbling) pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. When you saw it was locked you looked up at him moving the phone ever so slightly towards him. You had meant for him to take the phone and unlock it but instead he mumbled out “0000” a small but dramatic gasp left your lips “oh so he does speak.” You typed in the 4 digits and the phone opened. You looked up at him when the basic passcode worked. “Simple and obedient. Just how I like ‘em” ghost swallowed hard. No one has ever treated him like this. Spoke to him like this. Not even Price. He should be offended? Insulted? Definitely not turned on. Right? (mark him down and scared AND horny). You handed his phone back to him, your number and name resting on his screen. He reached to take the phone from you, but you didn’t let go. Fingers touching you looked up at him “you better call me. I’ll be real sad if you dont.” He swore he was gonna pass out. Before you let go of his phone, hands still touching, heavy steps made their way into your aisle.

“Aye lieutenant there ye are. Been wandering round lookin fer ya.” Soap called down the aisle.

Ghost refused to acknowledge his friend calling for him, keeping eye contact with you. Your smile got bigger as you let go of the phone.

“Lieutenant huh? That mean you know how to give orders too?” He nodded again. “Then I’m definitely going to need you to call me. I’d like to see that.” Your eyes shamelessly raked down his figure. Fuck he needs to hold on to something.

Once you finally walked away, Soap approached quickly asking who you were and when ghosted shrugged his shoulders “I don’t know.” (But he’s gonna that’s for sure)

“She’s a fine looking lass I’m gonna go talk to her.” Ghost’s hand moved fast, grabbing the back of Soap’s neck guiding (pushing) him in the opposite direction of you. He was thanking god you saw him first and not Soap. If you had talked to Soap like that, ghost knew you’d have him walking on a leash (who’s he kidding if you had asked ghost would’ve barked)

Part 2 Part 2.5 part 3

[ghouljams]

Ghost/Gaz/Soap threesome single-handedly reactivated my voyeuristic streak. I feel like a fucking sleeper agent. There's a vivid scene in my head and now I'm going to watch it from the edge of the bed like a little freak. (Don't worry, I will be taking a break from my intense staring to give them an encouraging thumbs-up and a smile.)

Thinking about Gaz coaching Ghost through sucking his cock, laying the big man out on the bed and having Tav suckle at Ghost's cock. Easing Ghost's head back and feeding him just the tip, tracing his fingers up and down Ghost's throat, not threatening (never threatening) just a reminder of where they're going. Watching Ghost's fingers clench into fists, anxiety sparking with each gentle movement from the man above him. Gaz leaning to grab the back of Johnny's head, pushing him down to the base of Ghost's cock, telling his lieutenant, "feel that, feel how he's taking you? Be doing that yourself in no time." Only letting Johnny up when his ears start going red, fingers tight in the short crop of his mohawk as he pulls him back up, letting spit slip from Johnny's tongue as he admires the glassy eyed stare.

And Ghost, always eager to follow orders, reaches to grab Gaz's hip, to pull him closer, to inch his cock just that smidge closer to his gag reflex. Because it does feel good, Johnny's a natural born cock-sucker, and Ghost thinks maybe he should start paying these lads back for all that they've been giving him.

[rodolfoparras]

cw: 18+. use of f slur, feminization, top male reader, dom male reader, hate sex, homophobia

Hate sex with a homophobic dude bro who’ll talk big or make a whole scene out of two dudes showing affection for each other yet he’ll be down on his knees pretty puffy lips wrapped around your tip, eyes fluttered shut, moaning around your cock, practically slobbering all over it, but threatening to bite it off whenever you tell him he seems to be enjoying it

Hate sex with a homophobic dude bro who you will have down on all four ass in the air head burried in the pillow practically skewed onto your cock. Despite his wails and whines and the way he’s continuously clenching down on your cock, he’ll refuse to admit how good this feels, hurling insults telling you how disgusting this is how he’s not a faggot, telling you how he doesn’t even know why he’s here since you can’t even fuck him properly purposely riling you up so you’ll fuck him harder

Hate sex with a homophobic dude bro who will have his cock weeping between his thighs, pretty little hole clenching around nothing , eager for you to fuck him yet he’ll refuse to do any work since he is not a faggot like you, so you’ll have to fuck him back on your cock fingers digging into his hips or cheeks and working him up and down your dick

Hate sex with a homophobic dude bro who pretends to hate even the thought of you but can’t get off without thinking about you having him down on all four, calling him princess and complimenting his pretty hole, or thoughts of you telling him how this pussy is all yours, how much he needs your cock

[cscorvid]

Under the Desk

Prompt: Sucking Soap under the Desk while he talks with someone part two

You and Johnny had been dancing around each other from the moment you were pulled onto Task Force 141. It started as casual flirting, playful jabs, lingering glances, but it didn’t take long before Johnny was downright pining. Clingy, persistent, like some loyal mongrel that decided you were his and no one else's.

You made him work for it, teased him, made him squirm a little, and if you were being honest, you loved how fucking easy he was to rile up. And maybe, deep down, you liked the idea of taming the Task Force’s wildest dog.

Now, months later, Johnny was yours, and it showed. Bite marks littered your thighs, your hips, the crook of your neck. He could be feral, needy, like he was trying to crawl inside your skin just to be closer to you. But when you wanted him soft and pliant, moaning for you? He melted like putty in your hands. Case in point: right now, with you on your knees under his desk, his cock stuffed halfway down your throat.

It had started innocently enough. A few hours of boring paperwork together, holed up in an unused office, laughing and complaining under your breath. Johnny had been twitchy all day, tapping his foot, shifting in his chair, glancing at you with that heated, reckless look he got when he was trying so hard to behave. You teased him under the desk, sliding your foot up his calf, running your fingers across his thigh. It didn’t take much for Johnny to crack, he never could tell you no, not when you got that look in your eye. Soon enough, you were kneeling between his legs, pants shoved down just enough for you to pull him free, thick and flushed in your hand.

His hand tangled in your hair, gently at first, a soft, grounding touch as you licked the head, tasted the salty precum beading there. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking slow and deep, taking him halfway before pulling off to kiss down his shaft, mouthing at the sensitive skin. Johnny was already panting, hips jerking up into your mouth, so desperate, so fucking needy.

And then: the door swung open.

"Johnny," came Price’s voice, casual, as if he hadn’t just walked into an impending trainwreck.

You froze, blinking up at Johnny, and the look on his face nearly made you giggle. Panic, arousal, guilt, all flashing across his flushed features in the span of a second.

Price, thankfully, hadn't looked down yet. He was too busy flipping through a file in his hands, muttering about mission reports. Johnny gave you a look, wide-eyed, pleading, and you just smirked and slowly, slowly took him back into your mouth.

Johnny bit down hard on his lip, stifling the low, broken sound that tried to escape.

"You get those forms submitted yet?" Price asked, stepping closer to the desk. He still hadn’t noticed you, your body tucked carefully under the wide oak desk, hidden by a hanging panel.

Johnny swallowed audibly, clearing his throat.

"Uh— workin' on it, Cap," he said, voice a little too high.

You hummed around his cock, sending a vibration through him that made his thighs twitch under your palms. You pressed harder against him, your nails digging lightly into his skin, urging him not to fucking move.

Price dropped the file on the desk with a loud thud.

"You’re fallin' behind, MacTavish," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You've been distracted lately. Everything alright?"

You pulled back just enough to swirl your tongue around the head, hollowed your cheeks, then swallowed him down to the base again. Johnny’s hips bucked, and you squeezed his thigh hard in warning.

"Aye," Johnny rasped, gripping the edge of the desk so tight his knuckles went white. "Just, uh, a lot on my plate."

Price gave a noncommittal grunt.

"You need help, you ask for it," he said. "Don’t need you drowning in paperwork before a big op."

Johnny nodded stiffly. He wasn’t hearing a word of it, not when your mouth was heaven around him, your tongue teasing along the vein on the underside of his cock, your hand working what your mouth couldn’t reach.

You peeked up at him through your lashes, loving the way his chest heaved, the way his pupils were blown wide with lust and panic.

Price checked his watch, muttering something about checking in with Laswell, and turned to leave.

You took that moment to suck him down hard, and Johnny’s breath hitched audibly, a broken little whimper he barely managed to muffle into a cough.

"You good, MacTavish?" Price said, pausing at the door.

Johnny nodded furiously, voice strained.

"Peachy, sir."

Price eyed him suspiciously but finally left, the door clicking shut behind him.

The second you were alone, Johnny slumped in his chair, releasing a ragged, wrecked moan.

"Fuckin' hell, love," he gasped, threading both hands into your hair now, no longer gentle, desperately guiding your head as he thrust up shallowly into your mouth.

You let him. Let him fuck your mouth with short, stuttering little movements, every muscle in his thighs quivering under your touch.

"You're— fuck, you're evil," he choked out, voice cracking. "Nearly made me— fuckin'— come while Price was right there."

You pulled off just enough to pant against the head of his cock, stroking him with your hand.

"Maybe that's what you needed," you whispered, voice thick with arousal. "Somebody to catch you being the desperate little thing you are."

Johnny whimpered, full-on now, shameless. No front, no bravado, just Johnny, wrecked and needy, yours.

You took him back in, messy and hungry now, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth as you worked him with your lips and tongue, relentless.

It didn’t take long. He was already so close, so wound tight from holding back.

"Fuck— fuck— comin', love, I'm—"

You moaned around him, encouraging, and Johnny spilled down your throat with a desperate, broken cry. Hot and thick, salty on your tongue, and you swallowed every drop, not stopping until he was twitching and gasping above you. When you finally pulled off, Johnny slumped back in his chair, flushed to his ears, eyes glassy and dazed.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking.

Johnny reached for you blindly, dragging you up into his lap, burying his face against your neck with a wrecked little groan.

"You're fuckin' evil," he murmured again, voice muffled.

You just laughed, threading your fingers through his hair.

"Maybe," you said. "But you love it."

[gothghostiie]

I don’t know if you’ve seen this type of video on, like, Instagram or something

but the trend of your significant other faking you out with a kiss to grab/eat your food, only for you to open their mouth, steal it back, and eat it? I feel like Johnny would like that way too much. like, you’re comfortable enough to just eat something that he put in his mouth? grabbed it out no less like he’s a dog that got into something he wasn’t supposed to have?

I’m just saying (also, the mental image is funny to me)

oh mach- don't put your brain worms into my brain!!!!

he definitely saw that and knew he just had to try it!! he just had to see your reaction, to see you look shocked and pout while he chows down half your cereal bar but nonononono. no. he pulls that shit on you and grins mischievously, looking back at your shocked expression and wiggling his eyebrows at you - but before he can even start chewing you're already going at him, one hand on his strong jaw, prying it open, while the other hand is forcing itself into his mouth. he's in absolutely shock, trying to fight back whilee not biting your fingers off. he's so caught off guard when your fingers push past his teeth and grab the food, stuffing it in your mouth as you keep laughing, without a second thought.

but god, he's having second thoughts about it. something about marrying you on the spot, something about you just prying his jaw open like he's seen you do with your dogs, and you just.. eating it. straight from his mouth. he's not sure he ever wanted to kiss anyone this much.

I can guarantee you two things: he's hard as a rock and he'll watch the video back later to get off.