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groguspicklejar · 21 hours
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Under Your Spell
Chapter 1: Sink Your Teeth
Pairing: Gaz x f!reader x Soap
Warnings: dark fic!!! dubcon/noncon touching, nonconsentual filming, manipulation, smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, rough sex, mirror sex, male masturbation, one-sided pining.
A/N: idk how but this just spawned right out of me :)
+18 Only!!! No Minors or Ageless Blogs are to read this!!! And if you're not comfortable with the warnings above and the tags, do not read!!!
[Part 2] [Part 3]
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They return at the same time. Your eyes dart around as people pour out from the terminal gate until you spot them. Both still in their green uniforms, both weary and drained from their last mission.
Kyle instantly smiled when he sees you waiting for him and beelines for you. Nothing but relief flooded you when he drops his duffle bag and brings you into his arms and spins you around. Gleeful squeals are all that leave you when he does this and puts you down while kissing the side of your head. “God, you’ve no idea how much I missed you, doll.”
You’re a little breathless as he brings his mouth upon yours for a sweet kiss. “I have a distinct feeling that you’ll remind me when we get home.”
His eyes darken for a second. “Don’t you start.”
Smiling, you shift out of his grasp and turn to his companion. “Hey, Soap.”
“Good tae see ye again, bonnie.” John MacTavish, ever the enthusiast, grins widely at your greeting. You were surprised at how tightly Soap embraced you, but returned the gesture nonetheless. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning into your skin.
He’s touchy, this one. Even more than your husband is. But that’s just Soap, he’s the affectionate one of the group and you’ve grown used to it by now. Soap’s arms tighten when you squirm and giggle, asking him if he’ll let go now.
You roll your eyes. He does this every time.
Although, today might be a little different.
“A few more minutes, bonnie” You flinch when he presses a kiss on your neck, lips then brushing against the curve of your ear as his voice lowers. “I’ve missed ye.”
For all of five seconds, you freeze, unsure of how to respond. Wondering if the ringing in your head was just you overreacting or if he was being as serious as you think he is.
You’re all too aware of the weight of his hands on your back, how he seems far too content with staying just like that. How he seems to want to melt into your bones and never leave.
Clearing your throat, you gently pull away. He’s just friendly. He’s just Soap. You’re reading into things that aren’t there.
“Okay.” you manage to smile again. “Who’s hungry?”
You don’t think they could’ve been any happier at that moment.
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You didn’t think much about that moment after that. You’ve just been too busy appreciating Kyle’s presence back home.
“You’ve been banking on this, haven’t you?” He’s got you bent over the sink, still in his gear. He’s on his knees as you plant your hands against the mirror. “Walking around wearing nothing under this.”
Your floral pink dress had been hiked up to your hips. His mouth sucking hotly on the skin of your thighs, fingers digging into your hips. His teeth nip your ass, earning a faint whimper.
Weeks of pent up agitation. Weeks without Kyle. It's never easy. Watching him leave, hoping he stays alive, praying he comes back to you still alive and in one piece. Hardly a night goes by when you don't think about him.
Hardly a moment goes by without thinking about the way he touches you. With fevor, with reverence. You've bought more batteries for your vibrator in the last few years than the average person does in their entire lifetime.
You’re trying to keep quiet. Trying not to let the throbbing between your thighs overrule your logic as you try to keep your voice lowered. Johnny’s in the guest room and the walls aren’t thick. You can’t bear the thought of him hearing what your husband does to you in the dead of night.
“My pretty little whore.” The trepidation in your bones increases when he buries his face in your pussy. You cover your mouth, eyes fluttering when his tongue cards between your folds, a loud groan following, echoing through the bathroom tiles. “Sitting in a public airport, waiting for me with no panties on. And you say I’m the nasty one, you hypocrite.”
A strained mewl escapes between your fingers. Your forehead lays against the mirror as he spreads your folds and licks your quivering pussy. And he does so slowly, with the patience of a saint.
Fuck, you've missed him.
“I’m not the one eating if from the ba–ah!” Your retort crest into a high pitch, your skin prickling with goosebumps. Too fast, too soon. Too loud. He suckles on your clit and rolls it between his tongue, hands gripping your ass to keep you still when you squirm too much.
The edge of a cliff is eerily too close and he's determined to nudge you just over it. Sparks crackle and light a fire down your spine. You want to reach for his hair but you can't leg go of the sink or risk removing the only barrier that keeps you from being too loud.
There's not much that can be done about the lewd wet noises that come from Gaz devouring you, but you muffle your own noises with the back of your wrist whilst still trying to beg him for more. “Kyle– please–”
You try to whisper, but it comes out in a hiccup. A weak moan, a plea for more, for mercy. For anything. Much to your devastation, he stops and grins at you with glistening hips and chin.
“Why are you getting all shy on me, love? You wanted this.” He stands up and you want to beg him to kneel again, but your eyes trail to his hands as you look behind. He's undoing his belt and rucks his pants down enough for his to reveal his cock.
You're trying not to be too distracted by how thick and veiny it is, how fucking good he's going to stretch you out. Instead, you meet his heated gaze. “I’m trying not to let our guest know what we’re up to.”
Kyle gently orders you to place your knee on the sink because he wants a clear view of your pussy. His arm wraps around you. You're set ablaze at the blunt tip sliding through your folds, a choked whimper muffled by how hard you bit your lip.
“Who cares if he hears us?” He keeps your stare through the mirror, angling his hips, drawing for the kill. Your skin prickles hotly when his cock pushes inside. He pulls out, only for a brief second, a miniscule moment of anticipation. “All that matters–”
His hips snap. A surprised scream tears out of your throat. He slides right home, filling you in ways you've missed, ways you could only find in dreams.
“–is our happy reunion.” he groans out, slowly pulling out and drawing inside again.
Your head lays against his shoulder. His cock is throbbing as he slowly pulls out and for a moment, you think he's going to take his time. He almost always does. But no—
A loud moan echoes through the bathroom when he snaps his hips again, sinking his cock deep inside your cunt. He presses you against the ceramic basin, face buried in your neck with his deep groan melting into your bones.
His hands pawed at the bodice of your dress until he's had enough of the fabric getting in the way. Suddenly, you gasp at the buttons that popped and spilled all over as he tore it open, granting him access to your breasts.
There was no time to reprimand him for that as he already started gliding his shaft in and out, muttering a strained curse into your ear. Pleasure coursed through your veins like rivers of molten lava, burning every sense of logic.
He made you look at him through the mirror and his hand reached between your legs. “Now be a good girl and let me hear you.”
“Gaz–” you choked, trying to keep your voice down. Your hand automatically goes to cover your mouth when your squeal pierces through the air, his thrusts becoming harder, more precise. You're spiralling further and further away from your grip on sanity with each drag of his length.
The power he had over you was frightening. But you couldn't find a drop of fear in your blood. He was so good at numbing every rational thought in your head with the way he easily bends your body to his will.
He fills you up so good, it's impossible to resist the flood that builds inside. Your pussy is fluttering and creaming around him already as he's fucks you in earnest, his rough palms groping your breasts under the torn material of your dress. Your skin already burns hot from the wet salacious noises and your own helpless mewls are muffled behind your hand.
“No hands on your mouth.” he commands, dragging your hand away, heated eyes seeing into you through his reflection. “Or I won’t let you cum.”
It's harsh. Almost bordering on cruel. But you've never known Kyle to go back on his promises. If he says he will or won't do something, it's more than likely that he means it and he'll stand on his word.
“Let him hear you. Let him hear how sweet you’re being for me.” It's pure sin whispered into your ear through harsh grunts and nips of his teeth. His fingers slip through your folds, dragging through the wetness and bringing it to circle around your throbbing clit. You can't help the moans that bleed out of your throat. “That’s it, love. That’s it. Be as loud as you need.”
His hips grind into you almost to the point where it's painful. There's going to be bruises on your hips from the way he's kept you pinned against the sink. Your hooded gaze is drawn to the mirror, watching the way your husband's cock glistens between hurried thrusts.
You're already at the brink of your limit with Kyle muttering endless filth about how he wouldn't mind showing Soap how good this pussy gets fucked every night upon his return, how Soap would be made to beg for a taste of you.
“He's a fucking dog, that one. He'd slobber all over your cunt if he even thinks he's got a chance.” Kyle says while rubbing your clit harder, his gaze focused on your drunken expression. “Would you give it to him, love? Would you let him eat your pussy?”
Your eyes roll back at the thought. Your mouth hung open as a long mewl escapes your lungs when you tighten around his cock. He fucks you harder when you cum. And keeps the pace up until it stutters and he floods your pussy with his spend.
You don't know what to make of Kyle's words. Except to chalk them as just that. Words. Just words. He can't actually want his best friend to fuck you, that's ridiculous.
If Soap heard what was going on in the other room, he didn’t breathe a word about it the next day. He was as chipper as a man can be, in fact. He's whistling as he walks into the kitchen as you're boiling water for Kyle's tea and your coffee.
“Mornin’, bonnie.” His grin is the widest it has ever been. You flinch when his hand brushes the small of your back when he walks past you. The touch is brief, but you can feel the heat radiating from his palm, seeping into your skin through your crisp shirt.
He's a fucking dog, that one.
Would you let him eat your pussy?
Your resolve falters. The unholy thoughts filter into your mind a million times at a second. Soap spreading your legs open with that mischievous glint in his eyes before he starts to lick the viscous fluid from your cunt. Your own body betrays you, a pulse slowly coming to life between your thighs.
Would you give it to him, love?
You pour a mug for Johnny. He preferred coffee. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good.” He pecks your cheek when you hand him the ceramic cup. “Feels good tae sleep on a bed tha’ doesn’t feel like a rock.”
You wished with all your might to not let it affect you. His proximity had never been a problem before. Now it grates at your existence. Whatever Kyle said to you the night before has taken root and has dug its way through some dark part of you that you haven't quite let into the light.
You need to rip it out. From the root and never let it grow back. You can't let it ruin your marriage. You can't let it get between a perfectly good friendship.
Kyle chuckled as he entered the kitchen. “Amen to that.”
It felt nice to have the boys back home. But alas, you had places to be and things to do and you wanted some semblance of space away from your husband's best friend so you can think clearly.
Both of them sat down across from each other at the table in the middle of the kitchen, drinking the tea/coffee you made for them. You had already gotten dressed for the day and went to grab your bag from the sofa while sipping your coffee. Johnny's voice follows you when you slink it over your shoulder, the weight of your laptop straining your bones. “Where are ye going, love?”
“Work.” You take one big gulp of your coffee before heading over to the sink. “Got an early meeting.”
You try as best as you can not to catch Soap's eyes as you finish the rest of your early morning hot beverage.
“Damn, really?” Kyle frowns. “Can’t you take a day off?”
“Unfortunately not, hon.” Your nearly empty cup goes in the sink and you head over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Some of us don’t get to have extended paid leave for saving the world because well… we don’t save the world.”
He puts his mug down on the table. “Let me drive you to work then.”
“No, it’s okay.” you pecked his lips and patted his shoulder. “You can stay in and get some sleep. Lord knows you need it.”
The last bit was whispered with a cheeky smile though you're sure Soap heard before you whirled away from him, letting his exasperated groan follow you to the door. “Dollface…”
“I’m right here, ye ken.” Johnny grumbles, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“Apologies, Johnny.” you giggled just as Kyle stood up.
“Come on, I’m dropping you off. And I’ll be picking you up later too.”
It's very unlikely that he'll be taking no for an answer, so you graciously accept.
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“Look at the mirror, dollface. So pretty for me, darlin. All for me.”
Smut bastard, Johnny grits his teeth, jerking the hand around his leaking cock faster. The light from his phone illuminated his face in the dark room.
The flowers printed on your dress had been ruffled and torn wide open, revealing your breasts for display, showing the way they jiggled with each hard push of Kyle's hips. The man's hand played with one tit while the other splayed on your stomach with your dress bunched up, revealing the prize between your legs.
The hidden camera worked like a charm. Connected to Soap's phone to alert him when the motion detector had been set off and let him see and record everything. He's been playing the video back on repeat ever since you left for work.
It was Kyle's idea, a way to just rub it in Johnny's face on what he's missing out on. You.
Gaz, despite being open to the idea of letting another man fuck you, has been greedy about you since the very beginning. He doesn't brag about you to the squad. Always kept it hush-hush when it comes to you, even to Price.
That was until Gaz noticed the little crush obsession Soap had. Though it was kind of obvious with the way he kept asking about you. How you were, what you were probably doing at particular times of the day. Basic things. Innocent things. Harmless enough to keep Soap from spiralling while he's on deployment, harmless enough to make him look forward to come to visit you.
“You worry about Soap hearing you, but what if he saw us like this, hm?” Kyle's gravel tone crackles through the phone. Soap fixes his eyes on the way his cock batters your sweet pussy, your whimper making his blood sing. “Naughty girl— You liked that, don't you?”
Johnny feels his shaft throb with want, with a vicious need dig his fingers into your skin through the bloody screen. Just an ounce of shame bleeding into his veins as he fists his cock, desperate for that release. Pining over his best friend's wife. Drooling over you like the fucking dog that he is.
It doesn't help that said best friend is helping him indulge this disgustingly insatiable need.
Your sweet voice crescendos into a cry of your husband's name when you cum. Soap watches the way your face scrunched in pleasure, your frame twitching in Kyle's arms. It is too much, triggering Soap's orgasm altogether.
It's a hot, blistering implosion. A savage curse taking root deep in his heart and wrapping around his veils, his bones. A hiss tears through the air, hips stuttering as he forces his cock through his lubed hand for a few more strokes while hot cum bursts from it.
He's shaking as the high slowly descends him back down to earth. Panting deeply as he lays heavily on the bed, heat and sweat clinging to his skin. All he can think of is you, you, you.
There was no erasing you from his mind. No after what he's seen. Not after Gaz made him pear through his most private moments with you, showing just how good you are to him.
Johnny groans as he finally lets go of his cock, swallowing thickly as he looks at the cum sticking to his palm.
“Hells fucking bells...”
Gaz is never going to let him live this down.
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[part 2; Split My Skin] Under Your Spell Masterlist posting this and going straight to sleep. bye✌🏽
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thedovesaredying · 1 day
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Werewolf!141 x F!Reader | Sneak Peek
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You've been assigned to Task Force 141 as their designated Werewolf Handler. It will be your job to ensure that the pack work together as coherently as possible through any means necessary. You think it will be an easy enough assignment, just help out the Task Force and then move on to the next one. Unfortunately for you, the rest of 141 aren't so willing to let go of their new human.
A/N: Just a little snippet from an AU I'm playing around with. It'll mostly be a smut-based fic.
Warnings: Mentioned Child Abuse (Simon's Past)
Masterlist: CoD Masterlist
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Out of every member of Task Force 141, Ghost is the only person you’ve struggled to get along with. That isn’t to say he’s rude or deliberately trying to make you feel uncomfortable with them, he’s simply not as welcoming as all the others. He has his reasons for that, you know, probably some kind of attempt at keeping you safe, but it’s beginning to get on your nerves.  
You’re a human, the rest of your team are not. A whole pack of werewolves with you right in the middle of it. While normally you would be touched that someone cares so much for your welfare, you’ve spent years learning how to handle werewolves and you’re far from a rookie. It’s gone from being sweet to being nothing but irritating.  
You’re their designated handler, so it’s vital that all of you can work well as a team. You’ve met three of the wolves – Price, Gaz and Soap’s - and for the most part they’re good fun to work with.  
Soap, by far, has the clingiest wolf. He follows you around base, tail wagging and tongue lolling as he acts like your own personal shadow. He’s playful and loves nothing more than to run circles around you while you’re trying to work. According to his file, he comes from a large family of other wolves, so he’s well socialised and both halves of his personality, human and wolf, work together in perfect harmony.  
Gaz’s wolf is a little more reserved when it comes to spending time with those outside of the pack, but he’s just as friendly toward you as Soap, if a little less excitable. He has a beautiful, sleek black coat, unlike Soap’s shaggy brown mop of fur. You’re the only human who can run your fingers through his soft fluff without potentially losing a finger for disturbing his luscious locks.  
Your Captain has the typical grey colouring, with some white sprinkled across his muzzle. He’s the very picture of a regal, perfectly poised wolf. The two sergeants might be unruly when playing together and enjoy riling up one another, but both heed Price’s commands without fail.  
Ghost, however, is an unknown.  
During the full moon your pack run out across the field on base, play wrestling and doing their best to smother you with affection. It’s an evening of fun and a perfect way for the group to destress every month. But Ghost? He’s never there with you.  
While Gaz and Soap grew up with other werewolves teaching them how to behave and coexist with their inner wolves, and Price has had decades of working in the military to develop a vice-like grip on the control over his own, Ghost never had such an opportunity. He wasn’t born as a werewolf, rather turned into one.  
Werewolves born from others of their kind have good relationships with their wolf halves, having existed together even within the womb. Those who are turned suddenly find themselves with a whole separate creature suddenly inhabiting their minds and bodies, and the results of having their psyche torn to pieces so violently can be horrific. You’ve seen firsthand what kinds of aggressive, murderous beasts can be born from a newly changed werewolf rejecting their other half.  
Ghost is one such beast. Turned as a child by his own father in an attempt to make him bigger and stronger, only for it to backfire and create a terrifying monster instead. Instead of learning to embrace his wolf on a full moon and finding others of his kind to play and grow with, a young Simon’s wolf found himself locked up in a metal cage. He would be muzzled and beaten during his father’s attempts at “training” the wolf, then left either chained to a pole or in the tiny cage without food or water for the remainder of his change.  
And that’s merely what Ghost’s medical file is willing to disclose, the majority of the rest blacked out completely. You’re fortunate enough to have access to the highly classified documents, but even they give you very little to work with.  
Price has told you just how difficult it is for the other wolves to work with Simon’s wolf. He never learned how to socialise with other wolves, and it took months before they could all cohabitate without fights breaking out. But still now, years on, Ghost still refuses to spend the full moon with the rest of the pack.  
You were requested specifically to work with the pack to try and help Ghost open up a little and learn to accept his other half. No doubt it’ll be a difficult task given Ghost’s history, but this isn’t your first rodeo. By the end of this you’ll have Ghost’s wolf rolling over for belly rubs like the good boy you know he is.  
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greatstormcat · 5 hours
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Part 1 Part 2
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x chubby!f!reader
TW: MDNI 18+, darkfic, kidnap, imprisonment, non-con, poorly prepped anal, forced orgasm, oral m!receiving, double penetration, degradation, vomiting.
AN: dead dove read the tags, if you proceed below the cut you consent to reading what is there and will suffer in silence if you do.
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You wake up sore and bruised the next morning, hoping that the nightmare you had wasn’t real, keeping your eyes closed trying to remember what the inside of your hotel room looks like so when you open them and see the bland but functional furnishings everything will be okay. You open them, and you fight the urge to scream. You’re in the basement still, lying in a musty bed with a single light bulb illuminating the windowless space, secured behind a metal mesh against the ceiling.
Kyle is nowhere to be seen in the dim light, but a warm space remains on the mattress beside you to indicate that he hasn’t long left the bed. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling above you, trying not to think about the creeping wetness oozing between your thighs, you give up and roll from the musty bed and stagger, naked, into the tiny bathroom. Your stomach curdles and churns, giving you only a few moments to get to the toilet before you throw up.
“Good morning to you too,” a cold voice cuts through your weak sobs once you finish emptying your stomach. Your skin crawls as you look over your shoulder and see the masked man, Ghost, leaning against the doorway nonchalantly, a mug in one hand as he watches you. He isn’t wearing the skull mask now, just a black balaclava with a skull pattern printed on it. His blue jeans cling to his thickly muscled thighs, and a black tshirt covers his broad chest and arms.
“Fuck you,” you mumble between retches, tears wetting your face as bile and acid sting your throat and nose before you slump back on the floor, the cold concrete almost soothing against your exposed skin after the heat of vomiting. “Just kill me already and get this over with.” All too late you realise your mistake, this might have been a somewhat safe approach with Kyle but with this huge man, defiance only makes his eyes burn more fiercely and an obvious tightening at the crotch of his jeans has you swallowing back a rush of panic.
“Are you so eager to get roughed up and fucked again you want to antagonise me the moment you wake up?” he asks in a tone as sharp and cold as steel. Instinctively you clench your thighs together and shake your head.
“No, no,” you babble, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean it…” His eyes rake over your naked, trembling form as you try your hardest to shrink back into the wall behind you.
“Get up, I brought you breakfast,” he snaps eventually, and turns away towards the main room of the basement again. You hear him walking up the wooden stairs to the ground floor of the house again, and the sound of the door being locked behind him. You take a moment to make sure you are alone before getting up and making your way out of the bathroom. There’s a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs on the bedside table, and the mug Ghost had been holding sat beside it.
Ignoring both you head to your case, the one they’d stolen from your hotel room and open it searching for anything you can use to help yourself escape. Your leg razor is missing from your wash bag, as is anything else that would have made a vaguely serviceable weapon, as well as your supply of pain meds for headaches and so on.
“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself as you suddenly realise the majority of your clothes are also missing from the case. They only thing you’ve been left with is your cotton pyjamas, some underwear and an over sized hoodie you keep for relaxing in.
With a sense of defeat you dress in the pyjamas to stave off the cold of the room, and lie on the bed to cry. You must have cried yourself to sleep because the next thing you are conscious of is a sudden, violent slap on your backside making you scream with fear. You bolt upright and find Kyle standing over you, his face twisted in annoyance.
“What’s wrong with the food, eh?” he demands, a note of disappointment in his voice as he sits on the bed making you roll towards him slightly. “We can’t have you refusing to eat and passing out on us.” He is dressed more casually now, dark jeans and a white crew neck shirt.
“It’s not going to stop us, if that’s what you think,” Ghost adds as he comes down the steps and looks at you on the bed beside Kyle, his arms folded over his chest.
“I don’t want anything from you,” you reply, trying to make your voice sound firmer than you’re feeling. “I don’t want to be here and I don’t want anything from either of you. Let me go!”
“If you won’t eat we’ll have to punish you, understand?” Kyle continues in a calm, infuriatingly mild tone, as though he is speaking to a close friend and not a captive. He completely ignores your protest, as though dealing with a petulant child.
“You’re not listening to me,” you persist. “Let me go, I won’t tell anyone about you. I promise,” you plead, trying to bargain your way out of the situation.
“Why would we do that? When you’re exactly what we’ve been looking for all this time?” Kyle smiles, draping his arm across your shoulders. You shudder and try to pull away but he tightens his hold, crushing you against him. “We want to keep you here with us, to keep us… company.” He continues, his eyes wandering down your body, lingering on where your nipples press against the thin cotton of your top with the chill.
“And if you’re staying with us you better behave or you’re going to regret it,” Ghost adds. He walks over to the small set of drawers and pulls one open. He retrieves a collar and lead from inside before closing in and moving over to sit in the armchair beside the bed. “You want to be a disobedient bitch then we can treat you like one.”
“Get on your hands and knees,” Kyle whispers into your ear, his hot breath sliding over your skin. “Over there infront of him, don’t make him wait.” The threat is obvious in his words and the way the masked man glares at you. Haltingly you get off the bed and onto the floor as told, crawling over towards Ghost and eying the collar and lead warily. It’s better than acknowledging the bulge in the front of his jeans as he manspreads in the chair.
It's a basic dog collar and lead, a small silvery tag hanging from the D ring on the front. You’d seen fancy, artisan leather collars online, things given as gifts to lovers to enjoy during kinky sex, but this is a rough black leather thing clearly picked up from the pet section of a supermarket. This was not a tantalising and titillating thing, it is a symbol of your imprisonment. Likewise, the lead he holds is a simple black length of webbing, cheap and basic but ideal for its job.
“Chin up,” Ghost grunts once you are kneeling in front of him, and you comply with his words despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. He puts the collar around your throat and tightens it to the point of almost restricting the blood flow to your brain, the rough fabric already irritating your skin, before clipping on the lead. There’s a satisfied noise rumbling in his chest as he sits back in the tattered armchair and looks down at you.
He sits with his thighs spread, the way he did the night before, his eyes dark and feral as he looks down at you kneeling on the floor. With a head spinning tug on the lead he jerks you closer, a pained yelp escaping you as he does so, and you take the hint to crawl into the space between them. It's hard not to lean against his thick thighs, the cold of the room making you keen to feel the warmth this bastard is offering you by being close to him like this.
He uses his empty hand to unfasten his jeans and free his half-hard cock, the piercings underneath shining in the low light. He stares at you while he runs his hand up and down the shaft several times, making it thicken and lengthen just a few inches from your face.
“Open you mouth,” he tells you, and you hesitate, earning a sharp tug on the lead that snaps you closer with a gasp. He takes the opportunity to force the thick tip between your lips and holds you there as you fight and splutter. “Open, I said,” he growls and you relent rather than end up with a broken neck as he pulls the lead again. You gag and choke as the thick length pushes further and further back down your throat, making it harder to breathe.
“You can do it,” Kyle chimes in from behind you, rather unhelpfully. “Just breathe through your nose and you’ll be fine. Try and open your throat, then it won’t hurt so much.” The tremor in his voice betrays how turned on he is, watching your predicament, and you try to relax your throat to stop the burning, bruising pain as Ghost fucks himself into your mouth.
You choke and cough, trying to gasp for air as he repeatedly fills your throat with his hard length, using the tension on the lead to keep you in place. After a few minutes his slows and stops, leaving you gasping and shaking against his thigh.
“I want to see some more of those tears while I fuck your mouth,” Ghost says quietly and then looks up at the other man. “Kyle, fuck her big, plump arse for me, that’ll get her going.”
“No!” you snap in panic, eyes wide, and the wet cock before your face twitches in response. He holds the lead tight in his fist as Kyle pulls your pyjama legs down and throws them in a crumpled ball onto the floor. Ghost quickly jams his dick back into your mouth to silence your protests, salty pre-cum leaking onto your tongue.
“Don’t worry, I’ll lube you up a bit,” you hear Kyle mutter, before he uses his broad hands to spread your cheeks and spits on your furled hole. You feel your face burn hot with humiliation, and tears well as a thick finger rubs over your hole slowly, before slowly pushing against the ring of muscle.
“Look at these pretty tears,” Ghost whispers, running the tip of one finger down your cheek to collect the tiny, glittering droplet. “C’mon, get your pretty dick in her,” he grumbles to Kyle
“Okay, there’s no rush,” Kyle coos as his finger slips in and out of your hole, the foreign sensation shockingly intense and invasive. You’d thought having his cock in your pussy was as intrusive as things could get, but this is so much worse. “The build up is just as fun, and I don’t want to break this one. I feel like she could be the one, y’know? The one we keep.” A second finger joins the first, pulling and stretching you open with sharp stings. Once he is satisfied he withdraws, and you hear him spit again, presumably into his hand to wet the head of his cock, before you feel the spongy head press against you.
Your arsehole burns at the invasion of Kyle’s cock, and his breathy moans over your shoulder do nothing to calm your panic, he’s enjoying the feeling too much to care about what’s happening to you now. His facade of sweet and caring comradery is completely abandoned as your arse squeezes and tightens around his cock and he fights not to spill himself into you immediately.
Every thrust Kyle makes forces you onto Ghost’s dick harder and harder, your gag reflex battling every single movement and you’re thankful you ignored the breakfast now. The gods only know what would happen if you vomited into the man’s lap, despite him not caring about the tortured sounds you are making. His hips buck, and you can feel the way his massive thigh muscles are beginning to twitch and shake.
“Make her come,” Ghost rasps through his mask. “Make her come so hard so she screams around my cock.”
“Copy,” Kyle cryptically answers. You’re aware of Kyle shifting slightly behind you, and then the buzz of your vibrator sings through the air on its highest setting. There’s nothing you can do to avoid it as Kyle, once again, presses it to your clit while Ghost grips tightly onto the dog lead holding your head in position. You’re trapped between the two of them as the bullet vibrator pummels your clit and fires up your entire nervous system.
“Mother fucker,” Ghost groans when you cry out, the vibration of your throat around his cock matching the feel of the buzzing on your highly sensitive bundle of nerves. A deep pulsing in your pussy matches the movements of the cock in your arse with the added stimulation, and you fight the feeling as hard as possible, clenching your muscles as though you can physically push the impending orgasm away as it coils and tightens in your belly.
It crashes over you, violent and unholy, making you scream around the dick in your throat and drools spills from your lips in a depraved display. Your mind reels from the force of the orgasm, your aching walls clenching around nothing leaving you with a horrible empty feeling missed with the despised waves of pleasure. You can feel how wet you are, some of the cum from the night before dribbling from you with your own juices.
“Shit, you’ve gotta feel this,” Kyle groans.
“Yeah, need to fuck her properly now,” Ghost agrees. He rearranges the three of you up on the bed, slipping his massive bulk between your legs and Kyle’s so he can notch his erection against your entrance, all while Kyle returns to being buried deep in your arse. Impaled on Kyle’s dick, you cannot shy away as Ghost grinds his hips upwards, forcing his pierced cock into your soaking wet, traitorous pussy.
The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt, the two cocks stretching your holes to the point you’re positive you are going to tear apart, but with an underlying high from your orgasm sparking your nerves. Not helped by the piercings underneath Ghost’s dick which press into the back of your cunt and rub against Kyle. The man in your arse isn’t unaffected by the additional pressure and lets out a shaking breath against your shoulder.
“Fucking hell, that’s… that’s tight,” Kyle groans.
“You’re tellin’ me,” Ghost replies, his voice tight, the pair of them ignoring you between them and simply using your body for their pleasure. Ghost shifts his hips, dragging his cock out of your pussy experimentally and throwing his head back at the resulting sensation. “Fuuucckkk…” he moans and begins to rock his hips. Behind you Kyle shudders again and then starts thrusting again, grinding his dick against the other man’s in the process. You’re caught between them, unable to move at all as they fill you to breaking point.
Fresh tears well up and stream down your cheeks, and gasping sobs rack your chest.
“Lookin’ so pretty like this, love,” Ghost sneers. “Bet you’ve never felt this full before, have you?”
You barely hear his words over the burning feeling, and he slaps you on the breast viciously.
“Answer me,” he snarls, fingers digging into the soft swells of your hips for a moment to pull you down onto his cock.
“No, never!” you whimper and shake your head roughly. You slump forward as their thrusts become rougher, having no choice but to rest your hands on Ghost’s chest which brings your breasts closer to his face. They swing with every jolt of your body, and his eyes lock onto them quickly. He lands open palmed slaps against them at random, slamming his hips upwards into you as he does. To add insult to it all, Kyle picks up the abandoned vibrator once more, reaching around and pressing it to your swollen clit.
“Don’t! Please, not again,” you beg. “Don’t make me come.”
“Shhh,” Kyle chuckles, pressing his lips to your shoulder as the vibrator hits your overstimulated clit. “Just take it, you’ve got no choice, remember?”
You cry out, writhing in an effort to dislodge the toy from your screaming nerves which only makes the two men moan. Your breasts swing closer to Ghost’s face. He rolls up the bottom of his balaclava to reveal scarred lips, before grasping at one of your breasts and craning his neck down to suck your nipple into his mouth.
Your pussy tightens around him at the harsh suction, and you feel his groan vibrate into the tissue in his mouth greedily. You try to pull away but Kyle leans onto you back, trapping you in place. His movements are becoming more frantic and his breathy moans are lewd and disgusting in your ear.
A sharp, tightening sensation warns you another organs is building as their cocks rub at your abused walls.
“Fuck, gonna come,” Kyle groans, lips and teeth grazing over your shoulder. “Gonna come in your ass, love. First man ever to do it too, lucky me.”
“Won’t be… the last…” Ghost grunts, lips curled in an evil smirk that makes you whimper.
Kyle’s teeth sink into your neck as he finds his release, filling your backside with thick ropes of his cum, and you cry out in pain. Its only moments before Ghost does the same, his upward thrusts becoming harder and uneven, and he kicks his head back with a final harsh grunt as he spills into you as well.
His final thrusts send you over the edge and you orgasm, wailing with the mixture of pain and pleasure. The room falls silent, the only sound that of ragged breathing from the three of you.
“You’d better eat the food we bring you going forward, yeah?” Kyle instructs you, kissing gently over the livid teeth marks on your shoulder.
All you can do is nod weakly.
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Buttercream Frosting - Gaz x Reader Bakery AU
Content Warnings - Mention of masterbation and sex, yearning, sexualization, domestic fluff.
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A/N - Whoops, I put this off. Anyway, I'm taking up a small writing challenge in April and have 6 chapters (not including this one) planned.
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Gaz can’t remember a time, at least in the last few years, that he’s ever been this excited to go over to someone’s place. Evening could not come fast enough despite the fact his small leaves always seemed to speed by. Gaz grunts as he lets the weights drop to the ground and grabs his water bottle, taking a big drink of it. It feels like his body was producing enough heat for it to roll off him in waves, sweat across his forehead and biceps. He glances at his watch again and has to stop himself from groaning. Gaz puts the weights away and wipes down the equipment he had used all while thinking about tonight. You had invited him over. For taste testing.
He wasn’t sure if that's your way of suggesting something or if you really want him to try a recipe. Gaz washes the sweat on his face away with the sinks in the gym locker room as he debates this in his head. He had listened to you get fucked and left high and dry by whoever it was who failed to use his damn dick right. He had jacked off to it on top of listening to it. And you weren’t really moaning. He groans and looks at himself in the mirror as he feels blood rush south fast. Was he a teen boy again? Sure fucking feels like it because any thought linked to you turns into something lewd.
His mind drifts to the bakery and cafe, to the idea of stopping by there if not to just get a look at those pants that seems determined to become your second skin. He decides not to. He’ll be seeing you later, in your own flat in whatever clothes you wear outside of work.
He knocks on the door an hour after he heard you arrive home. Enough time to shower and change he figured. He didn’t need to be tortured by your work uniform. He fears his self restraint might snap in half like a twig if you were still wearing it. You open the door and Gaz feels himself relax a little. Sweatpants and a baggy shirt. He could handle this. “Ready to taste my cupcakes?” You ask. Fuck.
For apparently your first time using this recipe, the cupcakes weren’t awful. Although that might just be his massive sweet tooth talking. You watched him with your bottom lip between your teeth, you’re trying to kill him, he concludes as he licks off stray frosting from his fingers. “How was it?” You ask eagerly and Gaz has to think about it for a second. “And don’t hold back.” You say firmly.
“The frosting could do with some more sugar and the cupcake itself was a little dry.” He says after thinking about it for a moment. You scrunch your nose, clearly in thought as you went through the steps in your head to see where you could have gone wrong to make the cupcake a little dry. You wander over to the piece of paper that was the recipe, you cross out a few things and add new measurements.
You turn to him with a grin, “Wanna help me make this batch?” You let out a laugh at how quickly he nods his head. He decides he would like to hear that laugh all the time. He helps with the measurements and lets you handle everything else, at your insistence of course. You hand him one of two frosting covered spoons and he’d have to be blind to realize you were staring as he licked the frosting off, yours untouched. Gaz stands there with you, looking like a deer in headlights before he moves in a little closer. He sets the now licked clean spoon to the side and tilts your head up with two fingers under your chin. You visibly swallow as he leans in, he can still taste the buttercream frosting on his tongue.
Then the timer goes off for the cupcakes in the oven. You practically jump away, “Better get them before they burn.” You sputter out as you rush to the oven and slip on the mitts set to the side. The batch of cupcakes turn out perfect.
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katz-chow · 3 days
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😻Gaz😻
agreed.. speaking of. gaz posts on the way tmrw.
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arthurmorgansballsack · 4 months
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Request for platonic gn reader x task force 141 (they see the reader like an annoying but sweet little sibling or something)
Basically the boys' reactions to them telling them how they got their callsign "Zombie" (they bit someone's throat off 💀)
Callsign Zombie - Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Platonic, mentions of violence/death, use of Y/N
(Authors note: You be very creative Anon. Is Zombie an oc of yours? If so tell me more teehee)
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Y/N was youngest out of the bunch, and probably the nicest but a bit much at times. Even though they were the newest, they proved their worth and wouldn’t be called Rookie anymore. Soap and Gaz brainstormed on nickname ideas, looking back on past missions and their behavior back on base. Ghost and Price just stood nearby, not really participating in the conversation.
Y/N walked by heading to the messhall for a late night snack. Soap dragged them and sat them on the couch next to him. “Y/N, what do you think of your nickname being your middle name? I think it’s cool.” Gaz asked. “No that’s borin’ as hell. What about Sunshine. Imagine being shot and stabbed by a solider named Sunshine.” Soap and Price chuckled. Ghost nodded his head, he thought it was a bit funny.
“Why don’t I just go by my callsign?” Y/N tilted their head. “You sure?” Price asked while lighting a cigar and smoking it. “You have one?” Soap and Gaz gave curious looks. “Yeah, from my old team. I was called Zombie because I bit a guys throat out. I didn’t have any weapons so I had to improvise.”
Price
He already knew the Callsign and the story behind it by reading the file on Y/N. John didn’t tell anyone about it, he preferred having Y/N tell whoever they wanted when they were ready to do so. He was weary for anyone to found out not on Y/N’s terms as it could create a hostile work environment which wouldn’t be good on the team. But John knew how good of a person they were, the incident was just done out of pure survival.
Ghost
Simon was impressed, he’d heard of stories of a person called Zombie. A story of pure survival instinct who managed to survive with their bare hands, teeth and then later on a knife they stole off an enemy corpse. Simon always thought the story could have been faked or even warped overtime, but he has a newfound respect for you. He’d still watch over you incase you need protection on a mission though, even if he fully knows you can handle yourself.
Soap
Johnny thought the same as Gaz at first. Like his world was shattered, how could his little sibling like best friend be so badass and like crazy?! All of his thoughts got ignored with his giddy smile as he unloaded a ton of questions and would keep pestering you about it, even though you were the one who always did the pestering. “Did you taste any of his throat? What did it taste like? Could you taste his voice?”
Gaz
Kyle was shocked as hell. To be honest when he first heard Zombie as Y/N’s nickname, he genuinely thought you were just like a Walking Dead superfan or something. The way Kyle’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he heard you bit a guy’s jugular off. He’d still see you as the sweet little sibling type but he’s never stealing your food from the fridge or cabinets ever again.
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Thinking about Gaz and how he is probably the least problematic, easiest-to-fall-for member of the TF141. 🤍 Would be a gentleman whenever he sees you, but especially during that early dating phase - regularly brings a small bouquet of Queen Anne‘s lace or sunflowers, learns how you like your coffee and tea, shows real interest in your hobbies even if he can‘t relate to them. 🤍 Has never understood the appeal of playing hard to get or hiding his intentions - if he likes you, he‘ll show you. It‘s as simple as that.
🤍 Gaz will flirt heavily with you over text, but hold back in public to make you feel comfortable. Whatever you say to him will stay between you two… and if you decide to send some sexy pictures once in a while? No one but him will ever lay eyes on that. 🤍 Gaz isn‘t into super kinky sex either, won‘t talk you into anything you might not be comfortable with unless you bring it up yourself. 🤍 He‘d wait and try to make his very first move during a Netflix and chill night - if you don‘t feel like doing that, then no worries. He likes you, and that won‘t change.
🤍 Probably wouldn’t entertain toxic behavior or an attitude for very long, unless he can tell it‘s coming from a playful place. (Gaz will fully indulge in all the relationship dramas Soap always finds himself in tho - and gossip a little with you!) But Gaz himself? He wants peace and a warm embrace when he sees you, his work is already stressful enough. 🤍 Gets extra chatty when he‘s tipsy, and likes to rest his hand on your knee or stretch out his arm behind your head. He‘s a serious man-spreader, but you can accommodate that easily by draping your legs sideways over his lap (his secret goal).
🤍 Gaz would be the type of boyfriend who calls your parents or closest-thing-to-it regularly; doesn’t matter if you‘re in the conversation or not. He wants to show them that he thinks of them as part of his family, and they love him wholeheartedly. He‘d bring up his own friends and colleagues from time to time, trying to get a feel on wether or not you‘re interested in meeting them yet. I think Price would pop in when you guys are face-timing at some point, and even if you just shyly wave at the Captain through the screen: Gaz‘ heart would swell at seeing you two interact.
🤍 He‘d be honest, blunt, sometimes to the point of hurting your feelings but never with bad intentions. Gets a little intense during arguments, but not in a loud or aggressive way - Gaz is more of a brooding, stone-cold silence kind of guy. If, however, he sees that this behavior hurts you (perhaps through childhood traumas or just because you cannot stand the cold shoulder), he would try to change and communicate a little better. Nobody is perfect, but he tries to be the best version of himself around you - you make him softer, make him believe in love that goes deeper than what he has experienced before.
🤍 Once Gaz is fully in love with you, I don‘t see him as someone that would wait for very long to propose, or ask to move in together. You‘re his One, so why should he drag it out unnecessarily?
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more cod headcanons here! 🖤
(mostly) nsfw continuation of this hc! 🤍
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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 25 days
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Simon with a tender reader who shows their possessiveness when a woman flirts with him even though he rejects her, crossing their arms and lifting their chin when they get taunted, and suddenly pulls Simon down into a French kiss in front of the woman to tell her to fuck off. They press a foot on his chest when the two get home, leaning close to declare their authority: “You’re mine, Simon.”, and Simon fucking loves it and just falls in love with them again.
Johnny with an outgoing and confident reader, who always argues with him and pretends they will never be shy, but the first time Johnny kisses them in public, their face are red like an apple and quickly hide their face in the scarf, too flustered that can’t even retort johnny’s joking, almost wants to dig a hole and hide themselves in it when Johnny pecks on their cheek to make their brain stop functioning.
Gaz with a reader who’s cool and professional when they're working at the base, has a reputation of being capable and well-experienced at their job, but secretly loves cute and pink things. When Gaz first visits their flat, he almost gets drowned by the countless amount of plushies. When they and Gaz lay on their bed while surrounded by plushies, they ramble about every plushie’s origin while Gaz grins and listens intently, but gets threatened and shoved by one of the plushies in the face by them, that if he dares tell others they will cut off his ‘eggplant’.
Price with a reader who only wears black clothes with long sleeves and plain jeans when going out, almost no expression or emotion, only nodding or a few words when being asked, but at home, they have a whole closet of colorful and skimpy lingerie, wears different pair every day under their silky nightgown, and requires a lot of touches and moans loudly with their sweet voice during sex, while John needs to croon and coo to them when they get too needy and keep whining.
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thinkin about polite gaz being... not so polite when he realizes you're attracted to him. 
not like you let it slip on purpose. he only catches on because he's teasing you and flirting with you and he gets playfully physical and pins you against a wall. he does not miss the way your breath catches in your throat or the way you flush. bit submissive, aren't you?
his attitude changes instantly. he bets you he could keep you pinned right there. hell, he bets he could pick you up, toss you over his shoulder if he wanted to. when you ask him (a bit too breathlessly) if he'd really do that, he smirks at you and says there are plenty of reasons he might have to pick you up. makes it easier to show you who's boss, yeah?
your face gets so hot you think you might actually pass out. you fucking bottom.
he leans in, getting closer this time so you can't shy away; you have no choice but to hear him clearly. "you think you could handle being thrown around?"
if it killed you, you would die happy.
"how about i just throw you into bed instead?"
please, you squeak out.
his eyes gleam and he chuckles. "say please again and it'll be the floor."
nsfw ↓
he's not kidding about being able to pick you up either. or throw you. the moment he has a chance, he's definitely getting you into bed. and he's definitely enjoying how you squirm.
can i ask a favor of you? he asks, so politely, like he's not literally on top of you, pinning you down.
literally anything. you would do literally anything he asks.
"say please again. for me."
you stutter.
"you asked quite nicely for me to throw you. so if i ask, would you beg nicely for me to do other things?"
oh god. oh god. you're glad you're laying down, because you're sure your knees would give out if you were standing up.
when your brain reboots, you stumble over yourself to say yes, absolutely, please kiss me, please tear my clothes off, please hold me down and have your way with me--
god, he really likes that look on your face. he is really going to enjoy you. 
"you really are an excitable little thing, aren't you?" he says, smirk widening as his hand traces along your hip.
is that bad? you ask him.
"it's really hot. almost makes me feel bad for everything i want to do to you."
no, please, don't feel bad, you tell him. you immediately shift, trying to press yourself up against his body. you want him to use you for everything he wants. everything.
"so eager. can't wait, can you?"
no, you can't. you'll die if you have to wait. you try and fail to reign yourself in and be so fucking needy. you fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, impatient and frustrated. he just smirks at you, letting you get yourself all worked up. just leans back and watches you, enjoying the sight.
when your mind catches up with what your hands are doing, you stall out on the last button. then, finally, he gives in and reaches forward to unhook it himself. then he yanks the whole shirt out of the way.
"good girl. god, you're cute when you're so red like that. you're really into this, aren't you?" his voice is sultry as his caress moves down to the button on your jeans. really just takes his damn time, enjoying how the slower he goes, the more desperate for him you get. but the way your hips twitch when he lays his hands on them has him fighting demons.
"that's it. keep moving. keep squirming." his voice is low and slow--he's trying to keep himself under control as much as you are. he wants so badly to grab your hips and just fucking rail you into the mattress, but it's more rewarding to be patient. how's he going to hear more of those sounds, see more of your desperate ploys to get under him, if it's all over right away?
obviously you have no such reservation. the moment he has your jeans unbuttoned, you're wiggling out of them and flipping onto your stomach, pushing your ass up in the air and fucking presenting yourself to him. please, you beg him, losing your goddamn mind, you can't take it anymore. can't he just...?
gaz damn near short-circuits at the image of you with your ass in the air. he barely manages to stop himself and weigh whether he should deny you a little bit more to heighten the anticipation.
fuck it. he can torment you more after he's inside you. multitasking.
you squeak in delight when he plants his hands between your shoulder blades and pushes your top half into the mattress, dragging your hips up toward his. he pushes you down, fitting his body over yours and putting his mouth next to your ear. he whispers right in your ear. "say please again."
please, please, please, you'll do anything, you tell him, wiggling your hips at him.
and he plans to take you up on that offer.
he leans in close, his breath warm on your skin. "good girl, he tells you. obedient girl."
you've never wanted to be under someone so badly.
your easy submission has him grinning. "are you a good girl all the time or just for me?"
for you, you mumble, hot with shame.
he pulls himself back even more and puts a knee on each side of you, pushing your legs apart. it gives you a shot of dopamine so intense you almost can't keep your ass up. 
"are you being good right now?"
you could be better for him, you tell him, so much better.
he likes the sound of that. it's getting hard to think, having your legs open and right there and he's trying to hold himself back but who wouldn't fall for the temptation he's experiencing right now? "how much better?"
you tell him you could please him more if you knew what he liked, if you could focus on him, if you didn't need more right now, if you didn't need him inside you so bad. your hips twitch again as you ramble, almost mindless.
"i like it when you speak so earnestly," he tells you.
that approval sends another shot of dopamine through you, and your hips buck against nothing. he hasn't even touched you there and you feel like you could finish any moment just from his voice. you're gonna die if you can't have him right now.
he's breathing heavier now, eyes fixed on your opening. his voice almost wavers, heavy with implication. "how bad do you need me, darling?" 
you start to dissolve into begging again--god dammit, he said he wanted you to beg and he's not even doing what you want, what you're begging for--and he interrupts. "you're going to ask properly first."
of course he's gonna make you fucking say it.
you beg and plead in every way you know how, promising every debased act you can think of. when his fingers finally press up against your heat--a teasingly light brush at first, and then a firm press--you dissolve into a mess of broken cries and pleas for him to keep going.
obviously he keeps talking to you in that low, sultry voice, telling you what an impatient little thing you are. chastising you. just another way to flex a little more power over you, and you're so weak for it. and then for that, he praises you.
"such a good girl," he tells you. "you want more?"
you open your mouth to say yes, you want everything, but then he presses his fingers in just the slightest bit, fingertips splitting you the slightest bit, and all you can do is keen. you rock your hips back into him desperately, sliding his fingers into you, and something in you snaps. you tip over the edge. oxytocin floods through you, your legs lock up, and shameless sounds fall from your lips. gaz's breath catches as you finish. then he grins.
gaz pulls you up to him fully and lies down above you. kisses you on the mouth and then trails his mouth down your jaw to your ear. "that was perfect," he says, breathless, and unashamedly horny about the fact that you just came on the second knuckles of two fingers.
you stare at him in muted shock yourself. you can't believe you just... you really just came like that? what's wrong with you?
"how about this," he says in a low, smooth voice. "since you were good, why don't you lay back down and let me fuck you properly?" he lifts your legs off the bed and raises your hips toward him. "let me do everything i want to you."
you swallow and nod, not trusting yourself to speak without squeaking.
"good girl." this time there's no hint of teasing. his eyes are hungry. "let your man take care of you."
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"141 x reader" *excludes gaz* PLS I'M SO TIRED OF Y'ALL FORGETTING THAT GAZ EXISTS AND THAT KÖNIG ISN'T A MEMBER OF TF141 FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP REPLACING GAZ WITH KÖNIG IT'S PISSING ME OFF
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[takes place right after this]
"the rules are simple." Price tilts his head at Blair. "tell us what we need to know and i won't let her cum."
Gaz hates it. bargaining with the fucking scum of the earth. he hates making you suffer the consequences.
his fingers curl inside, touching that delicate nerve inside you. your knees jerk and a sudden gasp punches out from your throat. he does it again and again, biting his lip at the way his fingers glisten even more in your pussy.
you're so pretty, stunning even, when you're high on delirium. and you haven't cum once yet.
"look at her droolin' all over ye." Soap groaned as he watched on, palming himself through his black pants.
"she's so fucking close." Gaz replied, dragging his fingers on your sweet spot. "can feel her clenching around my fingers."
your legs strained against the zip ties, no doubt trying to instinctively close. he wants to eat your pussy, make you gush in his mouth instead. his mouth waters at the thought.
"got nothing to say, Mr Blair?" Price prompts, eyes flickering over to your dazed expression.
the man grits his teeth, eyes filled with violent fury as he looked at you. at how you react to another man's touch. how you welcomed it.
but nothing came out of his mouth. not a lick of information.
"guess that's that." Soap grinned before turning to Gaz. "make her cum, mate."
he was already working on it. digging his fingers deeper, hissing at the lewd sounds that echo into the room. your cunt tightened and creamed his skin as he thrust his fingers faster and harder.
"almost there, bonnie." Soap played with your breast, urging you to the end. your hands gripped the arm rests, your head tipping back, a moan escaping your lips. "tha's it. almost there."
you were right there. right on the edge. Gaz could practically taste your high. your thighs were trembling, your cunt pulsing and starting to spasm until—
"Piccadilly!" your spouse yelled.
Gaz nearly panicked as he ripped his hand away from you, immediately regretting the way you whined and sobbed. Soap cupped your cheek, wiping your tears, trying to comfort you. "i ken, bonnie. s'not fair on ye, is it?"
"in the Tanto building." Blair added, eyes desperately looking to Price.
"you sick bastard." Gaz scowled at him. he suddenly wants to break a few bones. "she was right there, Captain."
Gaz is willing to bet your husband has never made you cum. or even bothered to try. that selfish prick didn't want you getting treated right.
"i know, Gaz. i know." Price patted his shoulder. "Ghost, verify this information."
"i'll make the call." the Lieutenant makes his way out of the room.
Gaz grits his teeth, seething quietly.
"please, please, Gaz..." you begged quietly, pleading eyes, puffy and tear stained.
poor, sweet thing. you deserved so much better than this. you deserve to be cherished and pampered.
but he isn't allowed that at the moment. a deal's a deal. once Ghost confirms where the money is, then you'll be denied what you desperately need.
"i'm sorry, love." he presses a tender kiss against your temple as he stands up. "Captain's orders."
[more mafia!141]
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Kyle "I'm not possessive" Garrick, who would get visibly annoyed, rolling his eyes and all whenever Johnny would give you his jacket or when Simon would make you coffee along with his tea, even with Price going out of his way to walk you to your car because you parked too far away.
Kyle "I'm not possessive" Garrick, who would forget his rank and physically block Price from walking out the door to escort you, "I got this one, sir." scorn dripping from his tone even though he knows that his Captain is only being polite or even arrogantly being sarcastic towards his Lieutenant, "She doesn't like it that way, LT." A clear innuendo hiding behind his words.
Kyle "I'm not possesive" Garrick who would subtly appear in every room you'd step in, always pretending to do something just to be in close proximity to you or perhaps to not let others overstep and steal your attention. "Are you following me, Y/N?" With a smug smirk knowing damn well that it's the other way round.
Kyle "I'm not possesive" Garrick who would fuck you in front of a mirror, his military uniform on and you stripped naked to his mercy ''Made to take my cock-" His words pure heat against the shell of your ear, thrusting his hips faster, his hand moving to grab the base of your throat, fingers settling on your neck like the finest necklace.
“Watch yourself, love. Keep watching me fucking you.'' He'd mumble against your neck before giving your ass a firm smack, trailing his hand up to your jaw to keep your gaze fixed on the man slamming into you with force, keeping one hand on your hip to hold you against him and the other wrapped around your neck to prevent you from shying away from the obscene reflection before you. "Keep your eyes forward, love. This is who you belong to."
"Mine.'' In the midst of every slow, hard, and purposeful thrust that he'd make, this word would escape his mouth, drawing out moans loud enough for anyone within reach to overhear and know.
Kyle "I'm not possesive" Garrick, who would walk into briefing without his hat on, earning weird looks and funny comments from the rest of the team "Lost something on the way, Garrick?" And his reply being you walking in with the hat on, your neck clearly violated by his lips, quietly sitting down because it was either that or him never touching you again. "I believe that's mine" He'd announce nonchalant, before retrieving the hat, his words clearly aimed for something else.
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simonrillleyyysss · 3 months
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soap loves chubby girls
simon loves chubby girls
gaz loves chubby girls
price loves chubby girls
everyone loves chubby girls
end of post..
i said end of post
end of post!!!
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Captain Price and his two gremlins of a child teammates.
Gaz: What time is it?
(Y/n): I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out
(Y/n): *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*
Price: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING
(Y/n), to Gaz: It’s two in the morning
Price: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste
(Y/n): We got spring water
Price: NO.
Gaz: with EXTRA minerals
(Y/n): it's like licking a stalagmite
Price: DON'T COME HOME.
Gaz: Mmmmm cave water
Gaz: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?
(Y/n): The car takes a screenshot.
Price: For the last time, get the fuck out.
Store Worker: Would Mr. Price please come to the front desk?
Price, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
*Store Worker points to (Y/n) and Gaz*
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
(Y/n) and Gaz, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Price: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-
(Y/n): Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Price: (Y/n) no.
Gaz: Mistlefoe.
Price: Please stop encouraging them.
Gaz: Hey Captain,
Price: Yes?
Gaz: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?
Price:
Price, stressing out: Where’s (Y/n)?
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Picklejar Hall of Fame [November List of 2023]
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Din Djarin
Shereshoy Series - @writerlyhabits - honestly, i read this fic so long ago but it still comes back to me from time to time and i never cease to indulge💖
Clone Troopers
Code Red Training - @questforgalas - this was the funniest thing ever, i love it so much😂💖
John Price
Landscape With Honey - @ceilidho - Price claiming me as his mate and keeps me for himself in the winter? ✨chef's kiss✨ absolutely. sign me the fuck up.
The Arrangement - @391780 - listen, listen, listen. i know i haven't gotten around to reblogging your fic, but i will because this? absolute ✨masterpiece✨ i love you so much for this. i binged it throughout the entire night and i'm so sad that i can't erase my memory to read it all over again😭
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Lay All Your Love On Me - @kitkatscabinet - this is the cutest thing ever💜
Prince!Gaz - @duncans-idahoe - ngl, this is kind of sparking the desire for me to write for Prince!Gaz (considering i already have a cod medieval in progress). love, love, love this so much💋
Give It To Me - @captainfern - you fried my brain with this. i'm sending you my medical bills and therapy bills😭😭😭
Donor - @ceilidho and @toobusyshrimping - your thread destroyed my ovaries😭
A Nice Guy - @random-thot-generator - i'm sending you a bottle of holy water because holy fucking shit🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥
Right Where You Left Me - @alwaysshallow - i. am. gnawing. at. the. bars. of. my. enclosure. for. this. bestie, i swear to god, i will pay good money to see this as a movie🔥🔥🔥
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Smashing Pumpkins - @qwimchii - i have yet to finish this but you have me hooked with this story😤😤😤
Just Practice - @nsharks - i need to be spayed because of you🥵
simon rescues a hostage - @bunnyreaper - i'll be crying buckets for the rest of the night. please and thank you for this😭💖
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand - @alwaysshallow - you just had to exploit my weakness for dark and twisty things, didn't you?
I can hear you like magic? I've got a wand and a rabbit - @makoodles - THIS. IS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD🔥🔥🔥🔥 your girl dinner skills? top fucking tier😋🍝
Lights On - @peachesofteal - there's so much i love about simon riley x single!mom reader but if i wrote it all down, i'd end up with enough paragraphs to fill up entire libraries📜 so to put it short; THIS. IS. FUCKING AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU- *ahem* thank you💋💋💋
John "Soap" MacTavish
Your Friendly Neighbour - @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - not sure if i added this to another list but either way, this deserves a mention because it is so fucking cute💞💞💞
best friend!johnny ruins your relationship - @alwaysshallow - i don't care if he intentionally ruins my relationship, i want this man to ruin me😭😭😭
John 'Soap' 'won't take no for an answer' MacTavish - @moongreenlight - this just goes to show that i don't like when men are persuasive unless they're fictional😂
Dead Of Night - @xyziiix - i will give my soul to be fucked like this😵‍💫💦
König
König smut - @konigsblog - after reading this, i've now come to the conclusion that i need to be spayed as soon as possible😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫
Wifey with a higher libido - @gremlingottoosilly - serves him right. let him suffer🤣
konig teaches you german while you get freaky - @boxii-star - this is the best way to learn a new language tbh and nobody can change my mind on that🥴
Gojo Satoru
Curiosity... Fucked Satoru? - @slttygeto - this is so fucking sexy and hilarious at the same time🔥🤣
Gojo teaches you how to masturbate on an orange - @nanaslutt - honestly this entire three part series had me sweating in places i should not be sweating😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫
Geto Suguru
Pervy!Geto - @nanaslutt - fuuuuuuck🥴🥴🥴 had me drooling buckets💦💦💦
Kiba Inuzuka
Finding peace in the spontaneous wild (that is you) - @tired-biscuit - listen. I've never, not once in my entire life, looked at Kiba and said "i want to fuck this man" but you had me switching my entire world view with this behemoth of a meal🥴🥴🥴🥴
Toji Fushiguro
Services - @teamatsumu - sweetheart, i'm gonna need that website and all its details because i need to make a dick appointment that's going to change my entire life🤤🔥💞
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