#sub kyle

[fairyboygenius]

sub!brat! gaz being sucked off by soap, having his mouth stuffed by ghost, and being pegged by afab!switch!reader *drops it and runs away*

[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.

[sleep-0-deprived]

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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.

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Please? - Peter Maximoff

Word Count: 3.5k

REQUESTED!

The Ask: I humbly ask for a Peter Maximoff smut, I'm thinking y/n either a: distracts him while he is playing his arcade games, b: using whipped cream to give him a lil sweet treat while fucking, or c: literally any smut of this man, I need him. Preferably him being a little cocky/silly, but when you actually do anything he is a whimpering mess praising you. - @envy-of-greed

I give you... Option A.

WARNINGS: SMUT! oral (m recieve), handjob, mommy kink, praise, reader is a tease, reader is MEAN, sub!peter, dom!reader, Peter becomes a MESS, reader calls him "pup" and "puppy" like once, aftercare, alluding to punishment

A/N: gonna work on a Spencer Reid fluff/comedic fic next

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Peter was annoying as hell.

She loved him to bits, she would do absolutely anything for him, but she was allowed to admit her boyfriend was a complete terror?

Y/N was peacefully sitting in her room when her telephone had rang. Placing down her magazine, she reached for it, bringing it to her ear, “Hello?”

“Babeeee,”

What a surprise this was. Peter Maximoff, who usually would just show up unannounced with his super speed, decided to give her a phone call?

“Peter? What’s the occasion?” she asked with a smile, leaning back against her pillows, twirling the telephone’s wire in her newly manicured fingers. 

“Eh, I just remember you saying you like phone calls, the bonding or whatever. So i wanted to give you one.”

That made her heart melt. This little terror was sometimes a complete angel as well. “Yeah…” Y/N replied, “I love phone calls. Your voice sounds so nice on the phone, by the way,”

She could already picture him blushing. “I-It does? I mean, of course, yeah it does! I’m Peter freaking Maximoff, babe. Everything about me is top-tier,”

“You could work on your baking skills,” she mused, remembering literally every single time she would attempt to bake something with him. Flour everywhere. Remnants of cake or brownie batter on his face because he just had to eat some (a lot). Firealarm going off. Burnt baked goods. Every. Single. Time.

“Bitch! Every baking failure is your fault for always distracting me!” he whined in protest.

“How the hell do I distract you? I’m baking too!” 

“ ‘Cause you’re pretty,” Peter replied cheekily, and she knew he would have wiggled his eyebrows if she could see him, “How am I supposed to focus?”

“Stop making excuses for your terrible baking skills. Even if I wasn’t there, you would be a mess,”

“For different reasons,” Peter scoffed, “I can’t bake by myself, I need your guidance,”

“But you can’t bake with me either because you allegedly get distracted. Sounds like you just can’t bake,”

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, making her laugh, “Let’s get to more important business: when can I pick you up?”

“I wasn’t aware of being picked up at all,”

“Yeah well I’m picking you up. I wanna spend some time with you!” she could hear his excited tone that was so uniquely Peter. Everything about him was unique. Everything about him was different and weird and strange and she loved every part of him. 

“Well…” Y/N sighed, “I was going to start on some homework…”

“Boooo! College student booooo!”

“Shit, excuse me for wanting an education. Better than planning on living in my mom’s basement for the rest of my life,” she teased.

“Ouch. Fine. Can’t you do your homework later?”

“I’ve been procrastinating on it,” Y/N set down her magazine, getting off of the bed and walking to her desk, stretching her body as far as she could with the limits of the phone cord. Fingertips brushing against her notebook, she was able to grab it, nestling back into her bed and opening it, “Shit, it’s a lot.”

“Who cares? Finish it tomorrow!”

“It’s due in the morning.”

She could already tell he was pouting, she knew him so well. “Can’t you do it at my place?”

“You mean your mom’s place?” Y/N decided to keep teasing him. Peter was pretty much a loser, not really having any plans in life other than to lounge in his mom’s basement playing video games and eating twinkies for eternity. He thought he was a loser, Y/N’s parents thought he was a loser (which is why they don’t like him much), even Y/N thought he was a loser when they had first met. 

Yet here she was, smiling like an idiot while babbling on the telephone with said loser. Said loser who always gives her (stolen) gifts. Said loser who comes over at random points in the day just to say he loves her (superspeed is pretty handy). Said loser who named his Dungeons and Dragons character after her (however, he was such a loser, he didn’t have many people to play it with). Said loser who would scoff and pout whenever she would tease him about being her future house husband (well, what else would he be, if he just plays video games and dotes on her all day?) Her favorite loser. 

“Yes,” Peter deadpanned, “My mom’s place. Now may I come over so I can escort you to my mom’s place?”

She pretended to think about it, hearing his soft breathing on the other line as he waited for her to answer, “Fine. No distractions though!” 

“Yes, ma’am,”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something else, jumping when she heard a harsh knock on her window. Whipping her head towards the source of the noise, she rolled her eyes with a laugh. Peter, waving at her with his usual happy dorky expression. Placing the phone back down onto its receiver, Y/N rushed towards the window, opening it. “Babe!”

“Missed me?” he asked with a smirk, zipping into her room and right past her, making her roll her eyes again. He picked up her notebook, examining the pages, “Ew ew ew. What the hell are you studying again?”

“Psychology,” Y/N sat on the bed, slipping her sneakers on and tying them. 

“Boring,” he sped off in a blur to her desk, grabbing a pencil, and rushing back to her notebook. 

She didn’t even notice, focused on her sneakers, but when she raised her head and saw him drawing on her notebook, her facial expression soured, “Pietro Maximoff!” she snatched the notebook back, flicking his forehead. 

“Hey!” he gasped dramatically, “Ain’t no way you used my real name.”

“You misbehave to the point I have to like a mom,” Y/n replied dryly, going off to her closet to grab her bag. Brows furrowing, she dug around a bit, “Shit… Dunno where my bag went-”

“Ahem,”

Y/N didn’t even have to turn to know what that meant. But she did, and, not to her surprise, Peter was holding her bag with a smirk on his face. 

“Asshole,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew him well. If she attempted to grab the bag, he would just zoom off somewhere else to tease her. 

“Aren’t you going to get it?” he asked with faux innocence, holding it out to her. 

“Fuck that, I know what you’re planning,” Y/N shook her head, raising her brow at him expectantly, “Drop the bag,”

“Um, am I a dog?” He placed a hand to his chest, jaw dropping like the drama king he was. He should have been in theatre when he was in school. 

“Do I have to treat you like one?” Y/N threatened boldly, “Come on, pup, drop the bag,”

Peter’s eyes widened and he dropped the bag, “You did not just say that,” 

“Well, it worked,” Y/N smirked, grabbing her bag and planting a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy,” She began throwing her supplies for her homework into her bag, unaware of the growing dent in his pants. 

“Bitch,” he mumbled to himself, too quiet for her to hear. 

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” she announced, slinging her bag over her shoulder. He just stood there, eyes glazed over. “Earth to Peter?” she snapped her fingers in his face twice before he blinked, coming back down to society. 

“Okayletsgetoutofhere,” he word vomited, grabbing her waist (with one hand on her neck, of course! Gotta prevent that whiplash!), and within seconds, they were in his room (the basement). 

“Shit, am I ever gonna get used to that?” Y/N laughed, flopping onto his unmade bed in dizziness. Before she could react, Peter dived in on top of her, making her let out a pained, “Oof!” and a “Peter!”

A childish giggle left him, arms going around her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, “Hm?”

“Can’t breathe,”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I apologize, my dainty little princess,” she deadpanned, arms going around him too. Yes, he was crushing her, but she honestly didn’t care, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She then felt something on her thigh. Felt like something was poking-

Oh.

Oh.

She smirked, but didn’t say anything about what she just realized, casually stroking his hair, “My pretty puppy,”

He gasped, immediately dashing off. Poor thing was flustered, playing one of his (stolen) arcade games, back turned to her. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/N immediately got to teasing him, “I thought we were cuddling?”

“Wanna game,” he replied simply, and his ears went red. Cutie pie. 

“You wanna game? But I thought you wanted to spend time with me?” she laughed.

“You said you wanted to do your homework,” 

“True true…” she opened up her notebook, glancing at his squirming figure, “You dancin’, love?”

“No, I’m not dancing,” was all he said. There were plenty of times he didn’t catch onto her teasing, which was always adorable. This seemed to be one of them.

“Then why are you moving like that?” 

“Like what?” Now he was playing dumb. He groaned as he died in the game, restarting it.

She slid off of the bed, walking to him and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she said, “You’re acting funny, darling,” she pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling him tense under her touch.

“N-No, I’m not,”

“Oh, really?” One hand reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before planting a kiss there, “You’ve been acting funny ever since I called you a good boy,” His breath hitched, making her smirk, “I didn’t know calling you that would have such an effect on you, baby. Maybe it’s because you’re so bratty, you don’t hear that often, huh?”

“Stoooop,” he whined, losing in his game again, “You made me lose,” Peter pouted. 

“Hm,” she let her hands drop lower, fiddling with the button of his pants absentmindedly, “You must be slacking, Peter! You should be able to game under any condition, right?”

“But-”

“Nuhuh,” she pressed a finger to his plush lips, “No ‘but’s from you. We gotta practice your concentration skills, my love. They’re lacking,” she unbuttoned his jeans, making him gasp. His hands were gripping the game’s controls tightly, however they were unmoving as she palmed him through his boxers. “Hey,” she roughly squeezed his length, making him squeak cutely. “Did I say you could stop? C’mon, time to practice.” 

“S-Sorry, Y/N,” he stuttered out, hitting restart again. She squeezed his cock through his boxers again, earning a whine from him. 

“Now what do you call me when I play with you?” Y/N asked tauntingly, running a single finger over his clothed length. Up and down. Up and down. Up and-

“Mommy,” he bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning. 

“That’s right, darling, I’m Mommy,” She stepped away, confusing him, until she got down on the floor, crawling right between him and the game. “Mommy’s going to take care of your pretty cock now, okay?” Her hands trailed towards the belt loops of his jeans as she spoke, “You are not allowed to stop playing your game. Each in-game death is two spanks. You’re not allowed to cum till you clear three levels, understood?”

Peter’s cheeks flared up and he nodded excitedly, “Yes, Mommy,” 

“Good boy,” she purred, pulling down his pants and letting them pool at his ankles. Fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers, she cooed, already noticing a small wet patch, “So excited, huh?” she pulled down his boxers, letting them join his pants on the floor. Y/N stuck out her index finger, letting it run along his cock like before. Up and down. Up and down. Up and-

“-Mommy,” Peter whined, “Stop teasing me, please,”

“Oh? The bratty boy is using his manners?” she cooed, wrapping her fingers around his thick length and slooooowly stroking him, “Remember the rules and everything will feel amazing, yeah?”

He nodded, sucking in a breath, “Y-Yeah,” Peter tried to focus on his game, he really did, trying his best to get his character past the villainous NPCs. But as soon as Y/N began to stroke faster, he whimpered, his character being slain. 

“Oh?” Y/N smirked, pausing her movements and making him whine more, “Already lost? That’s two spanks, darling,”

“Sorry, Mommy…” He mumbled in embarrassment, restarting the game, “I won't do it again- fuck,” She started stroking him again, the delicious feeling going straight to his pretty little head. Any sort of sexual intimacy would immediately make his brain short-circuit, causing him to be complete putty in her hands.

“I know you won’t do it again, Peter, because you’re a good boy, right?” Y/N’s lips curled into a little smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip, continuing to stroke him. “You’re my good boy?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, bottom lip between his teeth as he attempted his game again, his avatar jumping through obstacles and avoiding approaching enemies, “I’m y-your good boy- ughhh,” she wrapped her pretty lips around his tip, teasingly sucking on it. He bit his bottom lip again, hard enough to draw blood. 

Peter couldn’t help it, he took a glance down at Y/N, mouth going dry seeing her sucking on his tip, stroking him in a steady rhythm with her own eyes looking dead at his. His eyes widened seeing her take him deeper into her mouth, eyes not leaving his for even a second.

Game over.

He looked up at the screen of his game, realizing his character died again. Fuck. 

Y/N pulled her mouth off of his dick with a pop, making him whimper, “Two more spanks, darling. That’s four now.”

This was going to suck. This was going to suck in the best way possible. 

“Didn’t you say you were going to be a good boy?” Y/N asked, pouting exageratively, “I remember you saying you were going to be a good boy,”

“I am your good boy!” Peter huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Y/N laughed, pressing a kiss to his thigh, “You’re so cute, baby. Now, c’mon, start the game again. You’ll never get to cum at this rate.”

Poor thing panics, starting the game up again. He began spamming the buttons desperately, wanting to clear those three levels so Y/N would allow him to cum. Overstimulation was hot as hell, but edging was terrible (which is why that was her usual punishment for him).  

Her lips were on him again, sucking hard, and poor guy was seeing fucking stars trying to focus on this damn fucking game. He was a good gamer, these levels should be easy to clear, but when Mommy is sucking his cock how is he able to focus on such a thing? He would rather abandon the game and fuck her like a bitch in heat, which is certainly what he felt like at that moment. 

It was torture. Spamming buttons desperately, not beating the level, the threat of edging and spanking in the air. He was going crazy.

“Thats ten spanks now, baby,” Y/N said after another failed level, “I thought you were good at games,”

“I-I am!” He exclaimed, “It's hard to fucking focus when you're sucking the soul out of me!” A pout formed on his pretty lips, brows furrowed as he attempted to play the level again. 

“Watch your tone, Peter,” Y/N glared at him, making him feel emotional. Whenever he was in a vulnerable place like this, it's embarrassingly easy for him to burst into tears. Especially because during any form of intimacy he was baby or darling or something cute, never Peter. Why would she call him by his name? Was he being bad?

“Sorry, Mama,” he mumbled.

Y/N couldn't help but smile softly, being reminded once again how much she adored him. Her pretty boy. Her favorite loser. Being called her titles by him always made her weak at the knees. “I know, baby,” she was a soft domme at heart, she can't be mad at him. Ever. He was her baby and he deserved the whole world. “Let's try this again, okay?”

She waited for him to nod before taking him into her mouth again. His pretty tip was red and hot in her mouth, dribbling pre-cum on her tongue as she swirled the muscle along. 

He finally beat the first level, moving on to the next excitedly. He was getting somewhere now! Soon he'll be allowed to cum and maybe Y/N will let him inside…

Yes, he really wanted to be inside her. 

Y/N began taking him deeper into her mouth, and fuck he felt his tip nudge the back of her throat so perfectly he wanted to cum. So bad. But he won't because he's a good boy and he's not going to cum until he's allowed to. 

That was the plan, at least.

But his name was Quicksilver for a reason and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His left hand was gripping the joystick painfully hard, knuckles white as he moved it around in an attempt to get his character across the map to the next level. 

He finally made it to the third level, sighing in relief. He was getting somewhere. Almost to the end. She was bobbing her head up and down, one hand gently rubbing his tender balls, bringing him closer and closer to release. 

“AhI’msoclosethatfeelssogoodthankyouthankyouI’msoclose” he babbled out, speaking practically a mile a minute. A wide grin appeared on his face once he cleared the third level, “IdiditcanIcomenowpleasecanIcumnow-”

She pulled off of his dick again, making him groan in both desperation and annoyance, “You cleared the level? Good job, sweetie. I guess I can let you cum now…” They both stared at each other, Peter panting and his chest rising with each labored breath, Y/N batting her eyelashes at him meanly, continuing to tease him. He was ready to just start fucking her face and go wild, but he told himself he was going to behave.

So he’s going to behave. 

Ugh, but why does she have to make it so hard? 

“Can you keep going?” he finally asked.

“Should I, though?”

“You… You promised!” he gasped, eyes widening in panic.

“Hmmm, I don’t remember promising anything,” she replied, trailing her finger along his shaft like she always did when she wanted to fucking tease him. Up and down up and down up and down-

“Please?” Was she really going to make him beg? She knew he hated begging, which is probably why she enjoyed making him do that so much. 

All she did was hum, continuing with that aggravating motion of her finger, fucking asshole. 

“Please, Mommy?” he grumbled, hands balling into fists at his sides to keep him from going crazy. Think with your head and not your dick, Peter.

Y/N gave him another mean smirk, “That’s my boy…” she went straight back to sucking him off, and he was back to being a fucking mess. 

“ThatfeelssogoodyoualwaysdosogoodfuckI’mgoingtocumcanIcumpleasepleaseplease-”

She nodded, not stopping her sucking motion for even a second. However, his eyes were screwed shut so he didn’t even notice, continuing to beg to cum till she released his dick from her mouth and said, “You can cum, baby,” with a little laugh before going right back to work. 

And within two seconds of being back inside her mouth, he was cumming hard, hands going to her hair for something to keep him grounded. When she pulled away from his cock once again, she swallowed without a second thought, rubbing his thigh soothingly, “You still there, baby?”

“Mhm,” Peter was a known chatterbox, everybody knew this. But every time after cumming, his desire to speak would vanish, the need to just be held and taken care of overpowering all else. 

So Y/N stood up, taking his hand, “Let’s lay down, yeah?” She knew Peter could not last long, however, he could bounce back extremely fast. Just some cuddles will do, and he’ll be back to either a) yapping her ear off, or b) being hard as a rock. Or both. Who knows? 

She laid down on his (unmade) bed, pulling him down beside her, “You need anything, baby?” He simply shrugged, arms going around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder, “Water?” He shook his head. “Snack?” Fast nod. Of course. “Alright,” she went to sit up, but he immediately tightened his grip on her. “Didn’t you want a snack?” she laughed.

He thought for a moment before hesitantly releasing her from his hold, allowing her to get up and go to his practical tower of Hostess treats, grabbing a box of Twinkies. His favorite. Sitting back down, she opened up the box, unwrapping a cakey treat while he leaned against her again. 

“Here you go,” she said softly, letting Peter pluck the dessert from her hand and eat it. It was silent as he ate, her hand going to his hair to gently stroke the silver strands. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled after he finished, looking up at her with a cute smile, “You always know just what I need,” he nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. “Love you,”

“Love you too, baby,” she kissed his head, sighing peacefully, “So… about that punishment…”

[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.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about being the second option’s second option.

Pairing: Male Character x Top Male reader

cw: 18+, power dynamics, age gaps, blowjobs, riding, dom!male reader, sub!male character, unrequited love, love triangles, jealousy, possessiveness

You wouldn’t otherwise be on his radar, maybe you were much younger than him, maybe he was your superior and you his subordinates and anything beyond a professional relationship would be highly inappropriate or maybe you just weren’t his type.

But God you had tried to approach him and many times at a - a subtle comment here and there that could mean more if he just followed up on it, a longing gaze or a light touch that he promptly ignored or played off, you’d even mustered up the courage to fess up your feelings one time only to get rejected immediately.

He was interested in someone else, or at least that’s what he had said when you confessed and that had been enough for you to completely back off.

A week later or so and you saw him with that very same someone in tow. However you’d quickly realized he’d been tasked with patching up wounds he himself didn’t cause because it was so blatantly obvious that the person in question was in love with someone that wasn’t him. He’d been blind to see or didn’t want to see and even though you had in mind to tell him you’d stuck to the promise you made yourself, and stayed away from him.

However it hadn’t been long before you’d been assigned the very same task- patching up wounds you didn’t cause for the man that had rejected you once.

He showed up with tears in his eyes and a couple of drinks in his system begging you to make him forget. You rejected him at the spot told him to come back when his lips didn’t taste like gin and tonic.

You didn’t think he would come back but he did and soon you had your all too good superior down on his knees, warm wet mouth eagerly sucking you in like he’s been waiting for this opportunity

But you weren’t easily fooled you knew the eagerness wasn’t for you.

Although his eyes were locked with yours you could see the distant look on his face, clearly imagining someone else in your place but none of that mattered not when his lips were stretched taut around your cock, not when he’s got his nose buried in your sweat damp fringe of curls and your cockhead is hitting the back of his throat, and not when you could taste yourself on his mouth when you finally slotted your lips together

But it didn’t end there because he’d continue to show up whenever the wounds reopened which was rather often. Not that you minded , not when you had the older man bent in ways that had all the joints in his body aching in protest, one hand fisting his salt and pepper hair the other clawing the sheets while fucking himself harder, deeper onto your dick

Harder faster more please he sobs into the sheets, a name that isn’t your own neatly tucked in between the begs and pleas, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s imagining someone else in front of him

But you couldn’t care less not when you’re the one who gets to feel his walls clenching down onto your dick, not when you’re the one who gets to lick the tears away from his cheek not when you’re the reason he’s cumming in such way he hasn’t done in years.

And while you lay there wrapped up in white sheets basking in the afterglow of your release, you watch the way he hastily puts the clothes back on his body, ever so determined not to spend the night.

You were no fool, you knew what type of relationship you had, you were just here to patch up his wounds and nothing more than that.

Besides you were nowhere near his type at least if you were to compare yourself to the men he approached at bars yet you were the one to have the bigger man pinned beneath your frame, strong body bent in half and practically skewed onto your cock, deep baritone voice reduced to wails and whines as he begs and pleads for you to let him cum.

[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.

[thegnomelord]

This is a convo I had with Embry @embry-garrick about Soft Sub Gaz that I'll probably write a fic ab this after my exam ends. This is just my rambling

CW: Mentions of toxic relationships, Gaz experiencing a healthy relationship, slight NSFW at the end.

You meeting Gaz at a bar. Gaz had been freshly dumped by his ex, met the dude with some chick his ex was cheating on him with at the same party, and is just trying to get drunk. He has his standards so low he just wants to fuck and forget the night and his entire past relationship.

But also imagine being the bouncer who then gets flirted by drunk Gaz, saying how you two should go to his place as your shift is ending. You usually wouldn't fuck around with drunk people like this, but he looks like he needs someone to talk to so you take him back to his place as he's too drunk to get back on his own and you don't want him getting robbed or worse.

And Gaz in his drunken stupor tries to touch you up in the car, but you shoot him down. So Gaz is a bit hurt but still thinks he's gonna score some mindless bliss. So you lead him to the door and Gaz lets you in, thinking it's for sex, but you just sit him down on his bed and get him some water, telling him to offer again when he's sober and you're just there to listen if he needs it.

And Gaz ends up kinda crying about his relationship in his drunken stupor, probably passing out on top of you. Come morning he's waking up with the WORST hangover ever and only when he sees your phone number on a napkin on his bedside table next to a bottle of water and headache medication does he remember the fucking embarrassing night. He just lies in bed wanting it to swallow him whole at the thought of how he acted.

But then he calls you to meet up and apologize for the night. You two meet up at a coffee shop and what starts as a somewhat awkward conversation turns into like, you two spending 3-4 hours there just chatting. Gaz laughing at an unexpected joke and then wondering why his heart is beating so fast and feels like it's in his stomach.

Like it's not the frantic drumming his heart would do when he and his ex would fuck, that was similar to what it felt being in the battlefield. Being with you makes his heart beat in a fast but different way, like a bunch of cicadas are buzzing in his chest.

Him not used to them fancy dates without sex at the end looking at you weirdly when, after a date he prepared probably too long for, you walk him to his door and don't do more but a kiss on the cheek cause you can see how his body subconsciously gets more and more uncomfortable and tense with each step you two take towards the door.

But also, imagine soft sub Gaz getting ready to go back from his leave, feeling very uncomfortable thinking about leaving without telling you (Not to mention fearing getting cheated on while he's off shore) so you two meet up at the same coffee shop and he tells you that he's going back into duty. And his mind is kinda blown when, after another 3-4 hours of just random chatting, you end up driving him to the airport and kiss his forehead goodbye

Gaz accidentally telling the lads about you, and it only takes a few clever questions from Soap before Gaz is just full on gushing about you. But he vehemently states you two aren't together, you two are just... well he doesn't know what you two are, but you two aren't having sex, so it can't be boyfriends. Buuuuut he also spends too long of the time he has for sleep texting with you, and lowkey waits for the good morning text when you finally wake up.

Gaz periodically sending you sexy photos in his uniform (he's a good looking man, he knows it, and his exes all went wild for the soldier look and he won't admit it but he's scared of losing your interest) and you do say he looks hot but also ask him just to send you a selfie, just a picture of his face so you know he's still alive. And overtime he ends up sending more random selfies where he definitely doesn't look his best then those sexy photos he used to send his exes. Or you just send him some random things that remind you of him throughout his deployment.

Gaz being at that half giddy half scared stage where he wonders if you'll be waiting for him at the airport (He knows you said you would and you keep your word, but, again, his exes lied all the time) and him being surprised when you're there with those big signs with his name on it like some cliche romance movie.

And when you drive him home, you don't just drop him off and skip- no. You treat him like a kin; full five course meal of home cooked food, candlelight dinner and all, then a bubble bath that ends up with him giggling at the bath bombs shaped like donuts. And then when he's nice and relaxed you lay him down on the bed to give him a massage and shit you're good at it — Got him melting into the bed and dopey brained in minutes.

Oh and Gaz feels like he HAS to repay you with sex, it's not like his ex did anything for him for free without wanting something in return. But you're just comfortable laying down with him in the bed and watching the movie. I can definitely imagine him deciding to try this 'not toxic sex life' thing by just, while you two are cuddled up watching a movie, just lazily kissing you instead of trying to sneak a grope at your junk. Just Gaz kissing your temple or cheek and feeling light hearted when you turn your head to reciprocate.

Gaz wanting to try some lingerie for you but he's unsure - his ex always hated the idea, thought Gaz was supposed to be the dominant manly one cause he's the soldier. But he still tries it, even goes out to buy a nice pair of lingerie (says it's for his gf when he goes to buy it) and takes hours trying to decide if he should send the photo or nat. Chooses to send you one regardless and then turns his phone off cause he's kinda scared to see what you'll say. Then he's wonderfully surprised when he turns the phone on cause the curiosity is eating him alive, and finds all of your messages just complementing it.

Also Gaz who gets kinda bothered that you're not as demanding of sex as his ex was, that there's no 'passion' (in his eyes anyway, he's just not used to not being slapped around in the first five minutes of sex) in the bedroom so he thinks you're not into him or something. So he tries to purposely deny sex so you get pent up, like purposely sending you revealing pictures of himself but when you get home saying he's too tired or something

And he keeps getting more and more annoyed and has this tight bad feeling in his chest when you honor his words and don't engage after he says he's tired, in his mind it's like you don't find him attractive at all.

And like, imagine waking up in the middle of the night and he's slowly jerking off. You ask if he wants some help, but he acts a brat and says no but continues to stroke himself. You say you need to talk cause you don't understand why he keeps doing this and then not committing to have sex.

And it turns into a teary confession session but Kyle's so horny and pent up cause it didn't feel right jerking off without you there so you end up talking him through the masturbation session and when I say it's the hardest he's ever cum in his life (up to that point) I mean it.

[thatoneautisticshark]

Hii

Idk if you already wrote something to it but your poky!tf141 with subby Simon got me thinking.

Simon is obviously subby, Kyke is kind of a subby switch, Jonny a switch (at least in my hc). And John is a dom obv.

But what if John needs this kind of relief yk? Having an empty head and glassy vision. What will the boys do? And how will the boys do it?

oooh yessss! That's cuteeee. Okay soooo

It's not something price likes admitting, trying to ask someone else to take the reins doesn't come easy. So they ended up with almost a code phrase. Of brownie points.

It started because if someone dimmed price when he needed it, price would, subconsciously, treat them a little nicer. You know more little gifts, and more jobs they liked. So they of course the boys began joking that having him sub for you gave you brownie points.

Except then it turned into and actual phrase they used. If price, albeit rare as it was, felt the want to sub, he'd simply text the group asking if anyone wanted brownie points and usually have one if not two of them in his room within ten minutes.

Johnny was the usual Dom but Kyle helped a lot. Simon only dimmed him a very few times, but was incredibly sweet, even tho his domming usually didn't involve sex.

So there's the idea, lemme story it real quick.

John leaned back against the couch in his room with a groan. He just needed a relaxer, all this paper work was doing his head in, and he could feel the urge to dip into that sweet little headspace.

And so he pulled his phone out, shooting a text to the chat with his boys, simple and too the point.

"Brownie points?"

In a minute, all three men were in his room, Kyle and Johnny heading over to him, and Ghost curling up on the bed, evidently not interested in the sex at the moment but wanting to be around them... and probably help with aftercare.

John had learnt quickly that simon adored giving aftercare. And he was good at it too. Nothing brought John more calm and down from his high then curling up against those great big tits.

Kyles hand landed on his face, gently rubbing his cheeks. "You need a little break yeah? Just need your boys, and going all subby."

John nodded mutely as Johnny's hands found there way to his hair. "Fuck Bonnie, such a good boy aren't you?" He cooed, slipping Johns shirt off and chucking it aside.

He then took full advantage of the new expanse of skin, kissing and licking a few small bits, as the man beneath him softly moans, head lolling in Kyle's arms.

Kyle gave a soft chucking, scratching the others scalp with on hand as the other made it's way to undo the belt. "Aw such a pretty boy~"

John was already way out of it by the time kyle grabbed his dick, already in that nice floaty headspace, feeling warm and happy. Softly whining at the contact with his dick.

When Johnny picked him up, he squeaked slightly, already too deep to care about the noise, his legs automatically wrapping round the others waist as he was lifted.

He could see the silent communication between his sergeants, about what they would do, but couldn't be bothered to work it out, he trusted them.

He got placed on the couch, on this front, cheek resting on Kyle's dark plush thigh, the mans hands already making their way to thread in his hair. "You think you are up to taking dick love?"

Kyle knew he wasn't nearly as experienced as any of them at it, so simply gave the choice and would take whatever John was willing to give.

The captain nodded blearily, softly nosing at the length, tongue darting out at the tip, eliciting a wonderful hiss from above him.

He had truthfully forgotten that Johnny was there, at least until he felt a warm tongue slide in his arse. He couldn't help the whine that escaped him, burying his flushed face in the junction of Kyle's hip and thigh.

Johnny was eating arse like a starving man, hands gripping Johns hips so hard there'd be bruises, and John could barely focus on Kyle's dick, but continued licking at it, earning hushed praises that made his head swim.

A yelpy moan escapes him as the tongue actually presses in. Johnny immediately pauses, hands rubbing his captains back. "Okay?"

John nods "Yeah... i.. I'm okay.."

Kyle's hand found its way back into his hair, as John canted his hips against the couch. It wasn't long before he was coming undone with a punched out whine.

It was only when Kyle pulled him upright, fingers wiping his cheeks, with a worried expression he realises he was crying.

A warm large hand landed on his back, Simon.

He barely registered being picked up, and placed on the bed, between Simons thighs, as hand massaged his shoulders, but he relaxed into it none the less.

Sorry it took a minute, trying to work out how to make this go was struggle!

[cod-indulgences]

Johnny Mactavish x reader, sub!Johnny, chastity cages, Dom!reader, implied Johnny x tf!141

Johnny's face is glowing red, all the way from ear to ear, and you can see him squirming from the corner of you eye as you hold the little gold key up to Price.

"Emergencies only," you say, "he can piss through it fine. I'm talking medical, contacting next of kin shit. Don't let him beg it off unless he's bleeding."

Price accepts the key with a sort of bemused half-smile, slipping it onto his dog tags as you watch. The match to it is on a chain around your neck.

Besides Soap, Ghost and Gaz are smirking, eyes flashing between you and Soap, the way he's trying desperately to avoid everyone's eyes, lingering on his groin. Nothing can be seen, of course- but they know.

Key transferred, you lean into Johnny, kissing his cheek even as he tries to straighten up, pretend he's not brick red, shaking a little. You hand slides right down his front, and he bites back a yelp when you cup him through his jeans. A nice, solid little palmful, the ridges of the cage just tangible to your fingers.

"Fuck, love, give it up," he hisses, and you grip him tighter.

"Not on your life, MacTavish. You're keeping that cock of yours right here where I know it's behaving," you say, and wink over to Gaz. "I'm sure your friends will be happy to check and make sure it's fitting well. What do you think, is that alright?" You turn so you're clearly addressing the others, Soap not even given a choice. "Mind helping a girl out here?"

Ghost claps a hand onto Soap's shoulder. You can see his cheeks curving with a grin through the mask. "With pleasure, love," and Price even chuckles as Soap fucking whines, "we'll send you photos even, if'n you like. Show you how we're taking good care of your lad and all."

You beam, getting up on your toes to kiss his cheek. "Thanks, Simon! I know he's in good hands."

You kiss Gaz and Price as well- Soap glaring and blushing and just trapped- before you cup your man's face in both hands and take his mouth for yourself, licking into him even as he grumbles and tries to fidget away, making sure he gets every suck of your lips and flick of your tongue, right there in front of his team, all of them knowing now that any attempt to chub up is going to be stopped by rings of solid surgical steel.

You can't wait to hear about their reaction to the little gold bow decorating the tip, matching the little golden keys, the first time they have a "check."

-

The first few photos are simple enough, close up snaps of Soap's cock red and swollen, straining in the cage, clearly worked up and regretting it.

The first video, though, is much more interesting.

[blizzardsuplex]

"Roderick Strong perhaps pursuing a career outside of wrestling as a dungeon master for kink.com..."

Roderick Strong chops Adam Cole's dick from Pro Wrestling Guerrilla's DDT4 2013, 01/12/2013

Bonus:

[ultkenneth]

Male (sub) Reader, handjob, overstim., multiple orgasms, ‘good boy’ used, ooc (?)

WITH THIS HEART, THIS SMILE, THESE EYES, THIS TOUCH, I’LL SEDUCE YOU TONIGHT invitation, uhm jung hwa

Gaz is a gentleman. He learned from the best of the best (price). Soap knew, Ghost knew, everybody and their momma knew. He’s what every parent wants their son to be like, or even better, to date.

But he’s also a cheeky bastard.

Teasing touches here, a small comment there, purposefully riling you up until you break under his next touch. His hands already unzipped your pants as his lips claimed yours, long fingers dipped beneath the briefs. Gaz didn’t bother to pull your pants off, just enough to take your leaking dick into his hands like the good boyfriend he is.

He’s got your hoodie pulled half way up by his free hand, head lowered to kiss and bite around your chest. But you’re already twitching under his skilled hands, soiled with your cum and his spit. One more, he murmured against your lips, palm ghosting your head that had you whimpering.

Just one more, and the pleasure filled brain of yours agreed. So with a shaky nod from you he eagerly starts his pace again, hand sliding way too easily with wet sounds. Sweat builds on your body, hips twitching at every upwards stroke and you’re sure you’d pass out if he didn’t squeeze the base of your dick.

“Stay with me,” and you nod dumbly, leaning up to try to capture his lips with yours, to ground yourself. “Good boy…” He smirks at your half lidded teary eyes and blown out pupils, hungrily kissing your lips as his hands speed up. Your body constantly twitching and there’s drool dripping down your chin but all he can think about is how handsome and pretty and absolutely debauched you look.

“Kyle— fuck..” you whimper, head tilting back as your hands grip into his arm and wrist. Rolling your hips into his hands to ride out the early orgasm, even though it’s because you’re sensitive. But he presses your hips firmly against the bed, a mischievous grin spreading on his face.

“You can go again, right?” He purrs, as if you haven’t already came twice, hand slowly restarting its pace around your overstimulated dick. “I know you can do it, luvie, just one more f’me…”

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Virgin sacrifice

a/n: I got inspo from this post from a fem reader account but I forgot their @! So- if I remember that I’ll credit them- also I know all my writing kinda reads the same this week but I don’t have any interesting ideas sooo :/

minors DNI

cold tiles against his burning against his hurt skin, the sound of buzzing and the door behind him locking shut filling his ears as he scrambled to sit up. The first thing that caught his attention being the large statue of your figure carved into the very marble of the temple, old candles and offerings scattered around with old pelts piled in a corner. He was freezing, the cold atmosphere of the temple biting at his skin under his silk white robes he had been forced into. He was an offering to you, nothing more- a virgin offering was gaz’s fate.

he sat in that coldness of the marble temple for a long time, before a sudden smell of warmth and home enveloped him, your figure standing in front of him and towering over his frame. He was scared out of his fucking mind; standing in front of a god he was given to as a blood sacrifice. But.. you didn’t attack him, nor bite into him or anything he was told to happen, you simply picked him up, and set him down on a bed in a room far below the rest of the old temple. Seasonings and herbs hanging from the walls and offerings of gold and such sorted on shelves next to the bed of fine furs and pelts; his tiredness quickly catching up to him while enveloped in the warmth as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Unaware of your plans to make him your pretty little bride.

he woke up groggily, almost completely forgotten about where he was until he felt your strong arms held around him and your chest flush against his back, as well as a bulge in your pants right up against him. Your large figure draped over him in a way he couldn’t quite place as anything he expected. He expected to be slaughtered- or murdered and ate by a god such as yourself. But here he sat, stuck tightly against your figure while feeling your member against the soft fabric of his silk sacrificial outfit he had been forced into.

“may I?” You hummed sleepily, your fingers tiredly playing with the fabric of his clothes as he nodded ever so softly and let you slide a slow digit into him

his mouth made such pretty sounds as you prepped him slowly, your large calloused fingers pressing down on his prostate just to hear his pretty whines. He had already gotten addicted to the feeling of your fingers in him. He was your new offering after all! He needed to get comfortable in the luxury of silk and honey and sweets littering your temple and the feeling of you lavishing him.

he swore you had been working him open for hours, his cock hard and twitching as pre-cum dribbled onto his pretty silk, whining and writhing in relief when he finally heard your golden studded robes slide down off of you and tossed off the bed. and the feeling of your length sliding down into him inch by inch.

“taking me like a good offering, hm darling?” You hummed, the feeling of your hot breath against his neck making him squirm even more then he already was, his walls clenching around you like a vice and his body bucking up in search of relief until he was calmed by the feeling of your free hand softly stroking his own length.

“you need to relax- truly. You’re going to make it hurt,” he heard you muttered as you took it slow, rutting into him and earning moan after moan falling from his mouth. His stomach coiling in warmth as if a fire in his stomach was lighting up his nerves and causing smoke to fog his brain.

A sudden thrust from you sent him seeing stars before he could even warn you. His pretty silk stained with his cum. His walls tightened and fluttered around you, making you paint his walls white. Falling blissfully asleep while he cock warmed you- of course his own dreams being warm and fuzzy from his overstimulation

[rodolfoparras]

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but gets so turned on when you pin him down to the ground during a training session or when you carry him on your back during emergency situations

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have strength kink but absolutely loves when you push him up against the wall and eat him out, he could just cum at the sight of his legs slung over your shoulders while your strong hands dig into his thighs to keep him sturdy

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but absolutely love when you pin him to the bed and fuck him into the mattress even though he’s overstimulated and practically shaking same goes with eating him out he absolutely loves trying to crawl away while you’ve got your head buried between his thighs strong hands keeping him from moving away from your mouth

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves how you so effortlessly help him ride your dick when he gets tired, how you’ll grab at his hips and work him up and down your length and how the muscles in your arms will flex with every movement

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves that everyone on base raises a brow when they see the two of you together because he’s much shorter than you and so much smaller in size he knows everyone is imaging how he takes your cock and it drives him wild