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Hiii 😁😁 soo, I was thinking of common animals of my area after some footage of a Ounce (or would it be called Jaguar? Not sure) on my neighborhood lol. How do you think 141 men would react to seeing a very much dangerous big hybrid (like jaguar or anaconda type hybrid) outside field, like on a bar for example🤔

Doesn't need to be fully written, also no pressure at all :)) and I love your blog! As a fellow writer, your posts are super inspiring <3

I love this ideaa! very cute. looking it up i think Ounce is a snow leopard? so fluffy my goodness. but it can also be read as jaguar as well if thats what you meant :)

this is what i imagine she looks like (tho this is still x reader, totally insert whatever your snow leopard reader would look like) the idea of a super intimidating big cat hybrid being turned into a blushing mess by flirty mutt soap just inspired me :)

Simons a rabbit hybrid, Price is a brown bear, Johnnys some kind of dog, i think german Shepard, Kyle is a Cheetah

Ghost would be the first to spot you. Scanning the room for threats the second the group entered like he always did. Landing on your intimidating figure. He could see the way your pointed teeth glinted in the light as you threw your head back to laugh with your friends. The spotted patterns running down your shoulders and arms.

Simon had circumvented many of the 'prey' stereotypes in his life as a rabbit hybrid. People often thought he was weak and skittish, and he fought hard to prove them wrong. But he couldn't entirely push down the twist of fear in his stomach when near a predator. The deep seated need to run.

He nudged Price gently, nodding towards the leopard across the room. The only hybrid here large enough to be a real threat. Though John didn't seem worried. He never did. Able to hold his own easily. Though he did keep steady awareness for the safety of his team.

The group sat as Soap headed for the bar for drinks. Pulling up next to you with a low whistle. Eyes dragging up and down your body slow.

"Now ye're a bonnie wee kitty..."

You laughed softly, hiding behind your drink as you took a sip. No one ever called you 'kitty'. You tended to be off putting to most. Much too large, claws too sharp. Beautiful perhaps, but not cute.

When Soap returned to the booth, pints in hand, Gaz patted him on the shoulder.

"Way outta your league mate. She'd want an equal. Not a puppy."

Soap's eyes narrowed. Ears flattening back against his head with a soft growl.

"You? Ah thought big cats didnae get on, eh?"

Gaz glanced back up towards the bar where you stood. Still flushed from Johnny's flirting. Shyly smoothing down your fur to get yourself under control.

"I could make an exception."

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Deer!reader joins 141 and something in John's primal human brain activates. You're so delicate. Graceful on your feet. And when you look up at him with those big doe eyes he melts. You're just so little compared to him. And you trust him so much. You place your life in his hands every time you go out in the field with him.

Most would think that he wants to protect you. The way he follows you around like a shadow. But no.

He wants to hunt you.

He can't get the idea out of his head. You stumbling through the woods on your graceful legs. John close behind, tracking your every step. Rifle steady as he follows your movement.

Late at night when he grips his cock he pictures the fear in those eyes he loves so much. Imagines your distressed bleats as he puts a bullet in your thigh. He knows shooting the head would take you down faster. But he can't deny the way his cock twitches excitedly when you cry in pain.

Working next to you during the day is a struggle. Not when you look to him for help. Blinking at him so innocently. He knew if he took your throat in his hand and squeezed you wouldn't even struggle. Gasping for breath but staying still like a good little deer. Even as bones broke he knew you would put your entire trust in your captain.

The power made him dizzy.

He wanted to fuck you into the mud. Grinding down into your pretty cunt. Running his fingers along the adorable little white spots on your ass and thighs. Making you cry as he pounds you into blissful nothing.

Price knew he was a bad man. An evil man who did evil things. But fucking hell, he wanted to drag you down with him.

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Somehow, the whole team starts calling Price 'Daddy'. On missions and off.

You don't know how it started. That was a lie, of course you did. You had said it once as a joke. And when you saw the wide eyed flustered look on his face you had laughed. Continuing to tease him about it until Soap picked it up too. Egging you on.

"Aye, ye're lookin' good today, Daddy!"

Gaz joined in next. Whispering the name late one night with his hand wrapped around the Captain's cock and laughing softly when he came. Squeezing the base of his dick as he bucked up into Kyle's hand. Needy little whimpers escaping John's mouth.

"You really like that, huh Daddy?"

Everyone knew he loved the name as much as he hated it. It made him horny and so embarrassed. Especially when you all did it in front of other soldiers.

Ghost was the last to participate. Murmuring into the radio at the end of an op where John had almost single handedly taken down the enemy. His so deviously low it made you shiver.

"Well done, Daddy."

The whole team lost it. You could barely hear Price groaning in frustration over Johnny and Kyle's cackles.

At this point no one called him Captain, or even Price. It was always, "Yes, Daddy." In response to an order, or "Daddy, take off in 10." At the start of a mission.

Price spent half the day flushed red and adjusting himself in his pants. Horny and annoyed.

But he could deal with it. Especially when at the end of the day he got to pound his aching cock into your needy little cunt. Listening to you whine, "Daddy slower! Please!" as you sobbed into the pillow. The rest of his boys either laying fucked out next to you, or eagerly nervously waiting their turns.

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FUUUUCK more insatiable reader please I need to commit crimes

insatiable!reader

Oh insatiable reader? Insatiable reader that has a hidden folder full of pictures taken of Soap in the shower? Trembling back in your bunk as you imagine licking up the water droplets dripping down his spine.

Insatiable reader who has a kind of sixth sense for when Johnny is jerking off. You just so happen to be wandering past his room at that exact time. And if you pause to listen to his barely concealed groans, then that's nobody's business.

You still had yet to work up the nerve to actually talk to the man. The most your actual social interactions ever entailed was him running your drills. Shouting encouragement that made your steps falter as you ran.

Once when after a particularly rough sparring session he was coaching he patted your shoulder.

"Good job kid."

You almost died. Replaying the words over and over and over again in your head. It wasn't even the sexiest thing you had heard him say. But he said it to you. He had thought you did well, and felt the need to tell you about it.

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I have a Siamese kitty who has the perfect little black mask on his face and his name is Simon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

What about reader gushing to soap and gaz about how cute Simon is and how you just wanna hold him and give him kisses all day as your showing pictures of your cat. But ghost overhears this and gets like super flustered and like yeah!

rommy has done smth very similar to this here! with readers dog riley :) so im gonna try do it differently if possible :) (im sure other authors have also done this but ive only seen rommys)

When you saw the pretty little kitten in the rescue you just couldn't stop yourself. It looked up at you with those big brown eyes and you were smitten. The pattern on its head so similar to a skull was just a bonus. It reminded you of your Lieutenant.

You named him Simon, after the man you were so desperately pining over.

The next day when you arrived on base you rushed to show Johnny and Kyle pictures of your new baby. Swiping through the hundreds of images you had taken only just the day before.

"Simon's just the cutest thing. So pretty I could spend all day kissing his little face."

The boys cooed and awed at each and every one. Just as susceptible to adorable fluffy things as you were.

You heard the door open behind where you sat on the couch with them. The familiar barely audible footsteps of Ghost approaching. You didn't look up to greet him. A small smile on your face as you continued.

"Simon's my precious baby... my pretty little boy. I already love him so much."

A strangled whimper sounded behind you. But when the three of you looked up there was no one there.

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Insatiably horny Soap this, pervy freak Soap that.

No. Insatiably horny, pervy freak Reader.

You're a new recruit. Training to join the infamous 142. Which means you're working closely with the task force during drills and your general day to day. And just something about John MacTavish had you reeling.

You spent most of your time day dreaming about his biceps squeezing around your throat. Drooling at the idea of gripping his thick thighs while he fucked your throat.

He didn't even know your name. But you were obsessed. Wherever he was, you seemed to follow. If he was resting in the break room, you would be sitting across the room watching him spread out on the old couch. Always right behind him in line for food in the mess hall. Standing just close enough to get a whiff of his cologne.

The first time they had been sent off on a mission while you were on base you couldn't help yourself. Breaking into his room in the dead of night. Stomach fluttering at the sheer thrill of it. You picked through his belongings. Cunt aching when you found a fleshlight tucked in the corner of his wardrobe. It was well cleaned, but that didn't stop you from sticking your tongue into the toy for any remnant of him.

Before you left you rode his pillow. Soaking the fabric with your slick at the thought of him sleeping on it when he returned. Unable to understand why it smelled so strongly of pussy.

You would just so happen to bump into him when he was leaving the gym and heading for the showers. Eyes drawn to the sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his shirt. You could have cum right there at the sight. Instead you forced yourself to focus. Following behind the man just far enough to not be noticed. Snatching the shirt from his locker when he was in the shower.

You press your nose deep into the fabric back in your room. Two fingers curling deep inside your cunt. Fucking hell you were obsessed with him. You had never needed a cock this bad in your life.

Despite how sneaky you thought you were, Johnny knew. Of course he did. Your longing stares weren't subtle.

He was just waiting for you to snap and beg him to fuck you silly. He knew it was only a matter of days.

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Hiiiii I love your writing! thank you for blessing my screen so much🧎‍♀️‍➡️❤️❤️

soooooooooo my brain can’t get over the thought of Simon or price doing something like this to us 😱🤪🤭🤭🫣🫣🫣 wdy think???

ohhh my goodness. oh my GOODNESS. what an image. thank you my lovely

You're right, Price would do this to us. But instead of himself pressed deep inside you, it'd be Johnny.

It would be a struggle getting all the intricate little knots ties when Soap can't sit still. You're just so warm and wet and so wonderfully tight around his cock that his mind will drift off as he starts to grind his cock into you deeper.

Price is patient though. A harsh bite over Soap's neck or shoulder bringing him back to reality and making him stay still.

By the time he's done you're both practically squirming with need. The second John's hands are off you Soap's trying to thrust into your cunt. But he can't pull back far enough to create any real friction. Its infuriating. Able to feel him stuck so deep inside you but not moving. Each needy grind going just a tiny bit deeper.

Price doesn't have to do anything. Sitting back with a cigar and a glass of whiskey and watching the two of you work yourselves up into a frenzy. Stuck together but unsatisfied.

Perhaps he's also tied your hands together. And Soap's behind his back. You couldn't even touch each other. Only connected by Johnny's aching cock.

He would leave you there for hours. Maybe getting some paper work done, listening to the tune of your needy begs and whines like music. Every now at then getting up to fuck one of your faces. Cumming down your throats just to show that he can, and you can't.

What a delicious idea.

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The room was dim, cold and damp around you. Only lit by one single flickering bulb. It was exactly how interrogation rooms looked in movies. If you weren't so uncomfortable you would smile about it. Instead your wrists were chaffing from the cuffs attached to the table, and the metal chair was making your ass ache.

The door behind you opened. Forcing you to crane your neck back to see who entered. The spooky guy in the skull mask who had taken you down in the field. Ghost, you had heard the stories. The rest of your unit was terrified of him. Though you didn't understand why. Any loser who felt the need to hide his face didn't deserve your respect.

Ghost sat across from you. A small box placed on the table in front of him. You met his dark gaze with a perfectly tailored neutral expression.

"You know where the weapons cache is."

You felt the corner of your mouth twitch upwards. He had a hot accent. Low and grumbly in a way that would have most women swooning. With his pretty brown puppy dog eyes and blonde lashes he must snag all the ladies.

But you didn't answer. He was the third soldier to come in and try to pry information out of you. The others had been unsuccessful. You had the bruises to prove it. He may be big. You were sure he could hit hard. Maybe even break some bones. But you knew you could hold strong.

At your silence he started to open the small box. Too small for torture supplies. Unless they were really itty bitty pliers. Perhaps a singular scalpel. Instead he pulled out a syringe. It looked delicate in his large hands.

"You've clearly been trained to resist all the... basic... interrogation tactics. Your lot came up with this stuff." He gestured the syringe to you. "Did they ever teach you how to withstand it? I guess they never expected it to be used one one of their own..."

Before you could even answer he moved close. Deceptively fast for his size. The needle sinking into the side of your neck. You gasped in surprise at the pinch. Glaring at him with all the fury you could muster. Though your stomach twisted in fear. You've seen what a mess that serum could turn people into. Unable to hold their tongue. Inhibitions out the window. If you spilled the cache location you commander would shoot you on sight.

You tried to calm your racing heart. Focus on staying silent. Relaxed and neutral like you were trained for. You felt woozy. Did you feel woozy or did you just think you felt woozy. What did woozy feel like? Was it more similar to tipsy, or nauseous. You were leaning towards tipsy. Woozy was an odd word.

"I feel woozy."

Did you say that out loud? Fuck.

"It'll do that to ya."

You felt your face heat up. Vision swimming ever so slightly as you focused on the man sitting in front of you.

"Your voice is, like, really fucking hot. Say something else."

He blinked at you. Surprised perhaps? You couldn't tell.

"Are you surprised? I think you're surprised. Take of the mask. I bet you're real pretty under it. Nice eyes. Did anyone tell you your voice is really hot?"

"I think you just did, love."

You knew you were rambling but you couldn't close your mouth. He just called you love. Now you were the one swooning.

"Say that again..."

You felt delirious. Starting to nervous giggle at your own inability to shut the hell up.

"I don't know why I keep saying stuff like that. You've got a real scary vibe. I'm not scared or anything. I've fought guys your size. And bigger. Beat them too. Reckon I could take you as well. Its just your arms are really big and I think I want to bite them."

You gasped as you forced yourself to stare at the ceiling so you wouldn't have to look at the way his muscles bulged in that delicious compression shirt.

After a painfully long silence he barked out a laugh.

"I'm tryna get information out of you, and you're too busy bein' a fuckin' slag."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Trying to will away the woozy-tipsy-nauseous feeling making your head swim.

"Bet if I stripped you down you'd be soaked in your panties."

You felt yourself nodded and could have curled up in pure shame. It was true. You could feel it. Slick as you squirmed in your seat.

"Fuck me and I'll give up the location." You blurted it out before the thought had even fully formed. You could hear him move but still refused to open your eyes. You could feel his gloved hand press at the back of your neck. A small whimper escaping your lips.

"Deal."

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part 2 of this

Johnny was determined to see the marks again. Doing everything he could to get Ghost alone and undressed. But Simon seemed to be willing to shower in a fucking wetsuit rather than reveal himself again.

He had to come up with a new plan. Just casually inviting the whole team out for a drink. Intent on getting Ghost drunk enough to admit his secret partner.

Even in the dim lighting of the crummy bar, Soap could see the dark hickeys peeking out from under his collar every time he lifted his balaclava to take a sip of his drink. It was driving him wild with curiosity. He had to know who this lucky bird was. The nosy bastard just couldn't let it go.

You had been invited with the rest of the team. Sitting next to Ghost in the booth but not talking to him. Just keeping your thigh pressed to his. Enjoying the subtle contact while you made conversation with Price and Gaz sitting across from you. Occasionally smirking at Johnny's laser focus on your boyfriend.

A few drinks in and you were feeling it. Your jokes a little louder, definitely tipsy as you laughed with your friends. But it hit Ghost hard. Johnny had been handing him another drink the second he finished his old one. Eventually his self control thrown out the window.

Simon leaned closer to you, basically laying his whole body alone your back. He nosed against your ear. Mask shoved up above his mouth. He whispered, or at least he thought he did. It was much louder than intended.

"Baby... lovie..." His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against your neck. Unaware of the shocked stares of his team. "Wan' another... 's been too long... need a bite..."

You smiled as his hot breath fanned against him. You had noticed the other's reactions. Holding back a smug laugh as you turned to Simon. Your thumb and forefinger holding his chin still so you could kiss down his jaw teasingly.

"Hun, you know we're in public right?"

You liked the glazed over look in his eye as he nodded. It was so similar to how you had him in bed.

"Ok. Just one. And no more drinks for you."

He turned his head to the side quickly, baring his neck and tugging down the collar of his shirt to give you full access. You pressed your lips against his collarbone. Kissing and nipping gently just to tease him. Finally sinking your teeth into the meaty flesh of his shoulder.

The moan he let out was bloody pornographic. Your eyes flicked to your team quickly at the noise. They were still staring. Jaws slack. Johnny had a bright red flush crawling up his neck. Gaz was panting ever so slightly.

You finally pulled back, lapping over the new bite mark while making eye contact with Soap. Then you cooed at Simon while you fixed his shirt for him.

"Well done baby, so good for me."

You had this hulking beast of a man blushing and squirming happily in the seat next to you. You hoped he wouldn't be too upset that the secret was out when he sobered up the next morning.

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Johnny is insatiably horny. Everyone knows it. He can barely go a day without gripping your hips and grinding his half chub against the cleft of your ass. No matter where you are, what you're doing, more often than not, you will find his hands down your pants. You can't get anything done.

After the fifth time you were late to a meeting, held back by Soap burying his face between your thighs the second he woke up, Price told you something needed to change. You needed to get a handle on him before it actually affected your jobs in a way that the brass would notice.

You could set boundaries, and you knew Johnny would abide by them. But deep down you were just as feral as he was. So instead you made a purchase you hoped he would enjoy, while settling his libido at the same time.

A cock cage.

A pretty little thing. You couldn't get it on Soap's dick until right after he came. Any other time he would be twitching to full hardness the second your hands neared.

He was still out of it from his orgasm when you attached the little cage. Just slightly smaller than his cock fully erect. Meaning he couldn't get properly hard. He whined in confusion, gaze foggy when he glanced down. You just cooed and kissed his cheek.

"Just keep it on for a week yeah? I wanna see if it helps."

Soap wasn't very hard to convince when in this head space. Just a gentle tug on his hair and a firm hold on his jaw and he was nodding along to whatever you said to him. Unaware he was about to have the most frustratingly horny week of his life.

The first night was odd. He could feel his cock twitching, unused to the constant contact. But he didn't get hard. When he woke the next morning his head felt heavy with arousal. He had been steadily leaking precum throughout the night. Now lying in sticky sheets and a still soft cock. He tried to grind against the mattress but it was useless. He got no stimulation from it. Finally dragging himself out of bed needy and annoyed.

You hadn't told the rest of the team your strategy. But they knew something was up with Soap. He kept his hands to himself for once, but he always had a far off, needy expression on his face. Struggling to focus during meetings.

On the third day Ghost approached you both while you chatted in the mess hall. Waiting in line for your food. He loomed over Johnny from behind, before reaching around to palm his hand over Johnny's clothed cock. Letting out an amused grunt and a "Thought so." Before letting go and heading off to sit down with Gaz. Leaving Soap whimpering pathetically. Barely able to stay standing.

On the fourth day he broke. Begging you to take the cage off. He was so cute. Twitching and leaking in the cage while you sat on his thighs. Tears welling in his pretty blue eyes. You refused. Just kissing him on the cheek and reminding him he only had a few days to go.

On the fifth you lost him. He wasn't in the briefing. You found him eventually in the break room. Mindlessly rutting his hips against the couch pillows. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he desperately searched for any kind of stimulation. Simon sitting on the armchair across from him. Stroking his cock. Enjoying the show while simultaneously mocking the Scott's predicament. Soap barely seemed to even notice the two of you were there.

"Should'a done this to 'im ages ago..." Ghost panted out. "He's so... pliant."

On the sixth day Price called you to his office. Hurrying you inside when you knocked and instructing you to shut the door. He sounded breathless and strained where he sat at his desk. You picked up on the wet gagging noises below the desk and raised an eyebrow.

"That Johnny?" You grinned when he nodded. Approaching to spot Soap kneeling between Price's thick thighs, gagging on his cock, his nose pressed right against the mess of hair at the base. Not a single thought behind his eyes. When you checked, there was a large wet spot on the front of his jeans. Leaking precum as he choked on his captain. You had never seen Johnny look so totally gone. Even after five orgasms he still had a mind to tease you and crack a joke. But now he was totally gone.

Finally on the seventh night, the whole team insisted on being there. Eagerly surrounding Johnny on the bed while you unlocked the cage. He was already shaking with anticipation. Gripping at the sheets. You were sitting on his thighs again to stop him from wriggling.

You carefully removed the cage, surprised to see him jolt his hips. Arching with a pathetic whine as he came. Not even getting to full hardness before he exploded across his chest and stomach. Eyes rolling back into his head. Price whistled lowly. Gaz was palming himself slowly. Ghost shifted closer to wrap a large hand around Johnny's twitching dick. Laughing in surprise when he writhed, immediately cumming again from just the touch alone. Sobbing as he tried to push his lieutenants hand away.

Ghost allowed him a brief respite to catch his breath. But after that show, you, and the rest of the team, all wanted a go with him

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drooling over the thought of being squished in the backseat of a truck, bracketed by simon and kyle who are biting, and nipping at my neck, pinching and paying at my chest, legs spread over one of their thighs, johnny on his knees eating me out like a man starved and humping simons leg and john sitting in the drivers seat giving instructions to everyone while fucking his hand

nonny my love my darling your mind is a wonderful thing.

Kyle would get your mouth. The kiss deep and rough. Grinning every time you would whine against his lips. Keeping a firm grip on your jaw so every time you would get distracted, zoning out from the pleasure he could tug you back. Making you focus on the kiss despite all the different sensations overwhelming you.

Ghost had the mask tugged up over his nose. Mouthing at your neck, leaving a dark mark before switching to a different spot. You would be covered in bruises and bite marks by the time you returned to base. Turtlenecks for the next foreseeable future. His hands wander your body. Teasing your nipples just enough to have you whining in desperation. Every now and then he would reach between your legs, threading his fingers in Johnny's mohawk and pressing him closer to your soaked cunt.

Johnny almost looked worse than you. Cramped in the foot well of the truck. Legs tucked under himself uncomfortably. But he would admit in a heartbeat that he had never been happier. Drooling and fucking slobbering all over your cunt. Teeth grazing against your clit. Each needy groan he let out vibrating against you in the most wonderful way. After your second orgasm you had tried squirming away in overstimulation, but he had just gripped onto your hips to keep you still and kept going. Every eager lick over your aching clit making you jolt and whine around Gaz's tongue shoved in your mouth.

Price was the only one you would have trusted to drive in this scenario. Easily able to focus on the road. Even as one hand lazily stroked his cock. Occasionally he would glance back in the rear view. Chuckling at your blissed out expression and ordering Soap to curl a finger deep inside you. Squeezing the base of his own cock as you arched off the seat. Trembling as you gripped Kyle's bicep. Tumbling into another almost painful orgasm.

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This is part 2 of this

Ghost knew something was going on. His sergeants were acting... off. Like they were sneaking around. Hiding things from him. He could see them giggling and whispering to each other in the corner of the rec room. Not-so-subtle glances his way when they thought he wasn't looking.

Gaz always seemed extra eager to spot him on his workouts. He didn't mind the company, it was nice to spend one on one time with him. But it was suspicious.

Johnny seemed to get extra flustered whenever he gave him an order directly. The scot was always flirty, not just with him, but with everyone. But lately it seemed to have been dialled up to the max. To the point where even the ever emotionless Ghost was blushing beneath his mask.

And you seemed to be avoiding him entirely. Whenever he gave you a command he had to repeat it at least twice before you would respond. You had a bit of a staring problem. He found it weird.

He was determined to find out what you three were up to. And hopefully put a stop to it so everything could go back to normal.

The ping on your phone drew you out of your paperwork. Feeling a tingle in your lower belly at just the notification 'Gazzy Poo sent a photo'. Already knowing your eyes were about to be blessed.

You had to fully focus on not slipping a hand into your pants at the sight.

Your lieutenant, your gorgeous, terrifying lieutenant. Facing away from the camera. Reaching into his locker. His body side on. You could see the raised mass of scars across both his back, arms and ribs. You wanted to feel them under your tongue. At this angle you got a delicious view of both his muscled ass and pecs. And best of all, his cock. This was the first time Kyle had managed to snap one without a towel on, the damp rag held loosely in Simon's large hand. Leaving his cock on full display. The curve of it, the impossible length, he wasn't even hard and you were sure it would hurt.

You were practically drooling. Abandoning your paperwork to go find Soap. You knew the second he saw the photo he would have even less self control than you. Beelining for his bunk you didn't even knock, bursting through the door with a longing moan.

"Oh my god Johnny... his cock did you see his co-"

You froze. Eyes wide as three pairs of eyes all turned to you. One too many.

Gaz was sitting on Soap's bed sheepishly, hands in his lap. Soap himself was kneeling in front of Ghost.

Ghost was here.

He was here and by the dangerous look in his eye, he knew.

And god he looked so good. Shirt tight and clinging to his still damp muscles. Sweats low on his hips. Balaclava donned instead of the full skull mask this time. His hand gripping Johnny's hair so tight you could see tears welling in his eyes.

A soft disappointed tut pulled you out of you horny stupor.

"You too, Sergeant? I though' you were better than this... Shut the door."

You did as you were told. Your face hot with embarrassment. He jerked his head towards Gaz on the bed and you hurried to join him.

"Sir... I'm so sor-"

He cut you off with a stern look. "Quiet. I'll deal with you in a bit."

And boy did he deal with you. Making you watch while he shoved Johnny's face into Kyles ass and work him open with his tongue. You could see how much Soap was enjoying this. His gaze hazy and submissive already.

Then he fucked Gaz. Hard and fast and with no mercy at all. Even when he was crying and clawing at the sheets after two orgasms he kept going. Eventually manhandling you to ride Kyle's, weepy face. Promising him that he would stop when he made you cum. Only satisfied once you were bucking and grinding your clit down against Gaz's tongue.

Simon moved on to you. Leaving Kyle laying limp, nearly passed out next to you. He had you on your stomach bent over the small bed. Plowing into you from behind. Each thrust making stars dance behind your eyelids. You were right about it hurting. The stretch of his cock so intense you almost begged him to stop. But after all this fantasising you couldn't possibly back out now.

He had ordered you to jerk Soap off. You obeyed of course, but you weren't doing very well. Far too out of it to do much but loosely grip his throbbing cock. He didn't seem to mind though. Too busy writhing on Ghost's fingers while he was stretched out. The lieutenant knuckle deep and curling up against that spot that you knew would leave Soap firing blanks and still begging for more.

After he drew four orgasms out of you he finally moved on to Johnny. You could have cried you were so relieved. Thighs aching with how much you had been clenching around him. He seemed to give the Scot mercy. Having already made him a mess before he even slid his cock inside. Soap was so sensitive that the stretch alone had him whining and jerking. His limp cock twitching in the mess on his stomach. Cumming dry as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Ghost drew back slowly, laughing at how Johnny writhed in overstimulation.

He stood over the three of you. Cock still hard. The view was incredible. But you hardly had the brains left to appreciate it.

"Bunch of fuckin' perverted sluts is what you are. Takin' pictures of me. Fantasising about me. Didn't even 'ave the balls to come and tell me. Whores. The lot of you."

He neared Johnny again. And you saw genuine fear in his eyes, too weak to squirm away. But he relaxed once he saw that Ghost was only jerking off over him. Adding to the pool of cum over his abdomen. When he was finally finished he looked to you and Kyle.

"Lick it up."

There was no room for argument. Your body screamed in protest as you shifted to drag your tongue through the sticky pool. Feeling flushed as the salty taste made your cunt quiver. Part of you almost wanting to go another round.

Gaz didn't move though. Already passed out. He had been since before Ghost had even reached Johnny.

None of you were used to how Simon treated his submissives. But you all had to learn fast if you wanted to keep up with him now that he knew your dirty little secret.

[total-killer-brainrot]

Human!reader joins 141 with vampire!Ghost. Its fine for the first couple weeks. No issues at all. Your first mission goes smoothly. But while prepping for your next op his attitude changes. You don't know why, but suddenly he can't bear to be in the same room as you. Ignores you in constantly and just seems to overall hate your guts.

You can't understand it. Sure, he hadn't always been 'friendly' to you. But he at least tolerated you. Allowed you the same stoic decency he allowed the rest of the team. You had no clue why.

You would walk into a meeting and watch him stiffen. His cold dark eyes avoiding your general direction. He would brush you off whenever you spoke during briefings. You didn't even have the chance to confront you, because the second you neared he would turn tail and just walk away.

And then it stopped. It was all fine again. He was as perfectly aloof as usual. Distant but no longer unkind. The op went successfully and the team was sent on a brief leave. Only a few weeks.

When you returned you nodded to him in greeting and were stunned to see him snarl at you. Gaze dark and so vicious it sent you scurrying away. What the hell was his problem?

It was nearly a year like this. His moods switching on and off seemingly at random. You couldn't wrap your head around it. Even when he was acting normal you were hesitant to get to know him. Afraid anything you would say or do would set him off.

And the worst part was that none of the team would do anything about it. Every time you asked if they knew what was going on they would avoid it. And you for that matter. You were on the verge of putting in a leave. Despite how prestigious this position was, you couldn't handle it.

One day walking down the hall you could see him coming. Glowering at you like you had just kicked his dog. You were already having a shitty day. Not willing to deal with his bullshit right after starting your period. You just didn't have the mental energy for him. And then he fucking shoulder checked you as he passed, sending you stumbling.

"What the fuck is your problem, Simon?"

You rubbed your sore arm as he stopped in his tracks. Turning to you slowly. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but you held your ground. He may have been a dangerous blood thirsty beast, but he was still bound by the law.

You stomach twisted as he stalked towards you. Forcing you to back up until you hit the wall. His imposing figure looming over you.

"'M sick of you fuckin'... fuckin' teasing me..." His voice sounded angry, but strained somewhat. Like he was holding himself back from doing something very bad.

Despite you fear you felt rage bubble up in your stomach.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He leaned in closer, so close you could feel the chill of his icy skin even through the mask and layers of clothing. You could hear him inhale deeply.

"Walkin' around like that... like you don't know what it does to me..."

You were stunned into silence for a long moment. Confused as to what he could possibly mean by that. You had never tried to 'tease' him.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders easily, burying his face into your clothed cunt and breathing in once again.

"Wait..." You gasped, then your eyes widened as you realised. "Oh my god... you fuckin' freak..." You could almost laugh at it. Thinking back and remembering that each time his mood would switch just happened to line up with your cycle. "Is that seriously why you hate me so much?"

He looked a mess below you, eyes glazed over as he drowned in the scent of your blood and musk. Blissed out, panting softly below the mask.

He was gripping your thighs hard. Too hard. Nosing against your cunt in a way that made you twitch. He was getting impatient. Too many layers of clothing between him and the meal he had been desperate for ever since he first caught scent of it.

"Don't hate you..." He grunted, voice muffled between your thighs. "Just needed you so fuckin' bad... need you now..."

You could barely squirm away from him when he started to undo your pants. Just about managing to drag him back to your bunk before he started eating you out in the middle of an open hallway.

[total-killer-brainrot]

Price casually mentioning to the team that him and the missus were having trouble conceiving. He trusts them enough to share this private part of his life.

Though to his surprise, they were all quick to offer their help. Of course he accepted. These men were as much a part of him as his own thoughts. They had been through thick and thin. Who cares if his child wasn't his blood. It would be his regardless. And to share this huge step in his and his lovely wife's lives with the people he cared for most in the world? He couldn't possibly ask for more.

You were a tad hesitant, unsure if John truly knew what he wanted. But you were easily convinced. Your husband was a practical man. If he couldn't knock you up, he was sure one of his soldiers would do the trick. It was also hard to say no with three hungry stares watching your every move.

Gaz got his hands on you first. Working you open with his fingers while the others surrounded you on the bed. John at your back coaching you through it all. By the time he was done scissoring his fingers into you you were begging for more, rocking your cunt against the digits with desperate whines. He fucked you slow. Warming you up for the other two, knowing he would likely be the most gentle. Or at least have the most self control.

He fucked into you at a torturous pace. Way too slow. He had you groaning in frustration, fingers clawing at his biceps as you begged him to speed up. He ignore you. His gaze flicking from your needy face down to where his cock slid in and out of you. The only reason he changed his pace at all was because John narrowed his eyes and ordered.

"Fuck her proper, Garrick."

Kyle easily could have stayed there for hours teasing you. But he would never disobey his captain. Picking up a steady pace that had you keening and turning to bury your face in John's firm chest. Your husbands arm shifting around you to play with your clit. You came embarrassingly fast after that. Gasping with each thrust that sent the tip of his cock nudging your cervix.

Gaz's hips faltered as you clenched down on him. Milking him enough that he couldn't hold back. Pressing deep inside you to make sure it stuck.

Before he even had the chance to catch his breath Soap shoved him aside. His own aching cock bullying into you at such a rapid pace it had you spiraling from your first orgasm straight into another. Arching your back off the bed with a moan so loud it had the unoccupied men chuckling. Johnny pushed your legs up until your thighs pressed against your chest. Keeping up that insane pace that had you basically sobbing. Cunt throbbing with each harsh thrust.

He was relentless. Mouthing desperately at your neck as your legs burned from the stretch. Below your back you could feel John shift to grind up against you. His own cock left neglected in favour of watching the scene before him.

Johnny pulled another two orgasms out of you before he finally stilled. Gasping against your chest as his cum joined Kyle's deep inside you. He laid there for a second on top of you. His mouth trailing over your tits and nibbling your nipples until he had you whining and pushing him away. Far too sensitive for his eagerness.

John brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek gently. A harsh contrast to Soap's affection.

"Think you can take one more, love?"

You could only nod. Glancing to the final soldier sitting on the edge of the bed. Ghost still had the mask on, but was otherwise nude. This wasn't the first time 141 had shared your bed, but still his sheer size always made you hesitate. Ghost neared, his large hand rubbing up your aching thighs reassuringly before holding your hips and shifting you how he wanted. Moving you carefully onto your stomach so you were now face to face with John. You gave him a tired smile before he kissed you.

"Doing so well for us... proper wife, aren't you... so eager to get knocked up you'd take any cock..."

You barely heard him. All thoughts leaving you as Simon sheathed himself inside you. Impossibly deep. Your nails digging into John's shoulders as you clung on for dear life.

Ghost didn't go particularly fast. Steady, even thrusts. Normally he was rougher with you. But after the mess Soap had turned you into, he was going easy. Fucking you deep rather than rough. You could feel him all the way in your brain. Cock head prodded right against you subconscious. Each and every movement accompanied by the lewdest slick noises. Two loads of cum, and your own multiple orgasms so loud you could have laughed if you had any mind left to spare.

With Ghost hitting so wonderfully deep in you, and your husband stroking your hair and whispering the filthiest things in your ear, they coaxed you into yet another orgasm. Not as soul shaking as Soap's, but enough to have you trembling in John's arms. Tears rolling down your cheeks and soaking his hairy chest below you.

Simon's thrusts became uneven and a little harsher as he grew closer. His cock pressing against every single spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Finally leaning over you, head tucked into your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist as he came. By now their spend practically oozed out around his cock. Your poor cunt unable to hold so much.

He stayed there for a long moment, breathing heavily and just enjoying the subtle spasms of your walls around him, before carefully pulling out. You let out a long, shaky breath as you relaxed in John's arms. Only to gasp and go tense when another cock prodded at your entrance. Glancing back to spot Soap, again.

"Sorry bonnie... Aye just... the way it's leakin' out o' ye... I have tae go again. Aye'll be quick. Promise."

[total-killer-brainrot]

I think Konig's favourite position is cowgirl. You on top. He gets to lay back and watch your tits bounce while you do all the hard work. He feels he deserves a break after how hard he works.

He's very specific about the pace he likes. If you manage to keep it up he'll finish fast. Whining as he ruts up into you needily.

But if you don't, he's far too eager to take control back. Gripping your hips and holding you up like you weigh nothing. Bullying his cock up into you so fast you can barely breathe. Fucking you until he's satisfied. Which usually means until hes firing blanks into your ruined cunt. He loves to overstimulate himself almost as much as he loves to overstimulate you.

[total-killer-brainrot]

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