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I would like to suggest Simon getting cucked. I wanna see Keegan knock my big beefy wife down a peg. ùwú

I WAS THINKING SO TOO!!

!! smut; mentioned daddy kink 🫨

thinking about simon seeing keegan and knowing instantly that he’s your type. thinking about simon making an arrangement for a threesome. thinking about simon teasing you, making you needy as the arranged date arrives.

thinking about simon underestimating keegan’s charms.

simon was expecting to at least be in control. that he would tell keegan how to fuck you; tell him your sweet spots and watch as keegan reduces you to a whining mess—all because of simon.

but what a joke those assumptions had turned out to be because the moment keegan saw you, saw the pretty little doll that simon’s been obsessed with the moment he laid his eyes on you, keegan turned into a beast.

the other man was all-consuming, devouring every inch of your flesh. you trembled and cried and screamed, back arched and throat exposed, your blunt nails scratching at keegan’s tanned back.

“keegan! kee- ah!”

your cries are wanton, mewls so adorable that it had simon gripping the hand rests of his seat because that’s what he’s been reduced to—a spectator, someone who exists beyond the bubble that keegan wrapped you up in.

you moan keegan’s name like you belong to him and that is what’s damning the most.

simon wants to make it stop. he wants to get in between you two and pull keegan from humping your tight cunt, but-

but.

simon’s cock is so, so fucking hard.

keegan looks up like he knows what got simon growling to himself, his sharp eyes tracing simon’s tensed arms, seeing the way his fists are balled to the point that they’ve been drained of blood, before flitting those addicting eyes to the obvious tent in simon’s jeans.

simon breathes in sharply when keegan’s pussy-drunk smile gains edge like he’s found a new plaything.

he watches as keegan bends towards you again, his kiss-swollen lips tracing the shell of your ear. you two exchange words, voices too soft for simon’s ears to pick up, but then you’re already shifting: head tipping backwards from where it was pillowed to meet simon’s eyes as best as you can.

he almost whimpers at seeing just how messy your face had become—makeup running, lips spit-slicked, eyes swollen from the onslaught of your pleasured tears.

“si?” your voice rings out like a gunshot. “please join us?”

simon goes parched, his chapped lips parting for a reply, only-

“daddy gave me permission to invite you.”

the breath in simon’s lungs get knocked out.

keegan croons, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “s’my good girl,” he praises, and he’s right.

you are a good girl—were only simon’s good girl but not anymore, huh baby?

simon swallows past the dryness in his throat. “is that right?” he grits out, meeting keegan’s eyes again and seeing the man’s mean grin.

keegan hums. “only if you say ‘please’.”

the wooden hand rests creak at simon’s grip. he almost snarls, almost reminds keegan who made it possible to get to this arrangement in the first place, but you’re looking at simon with such a starry-eyed look that simon buckles.

he heels. then, he says, “please, keegan?”

keegan groans, the sound rippling in ragged pleasure.

“good boy.”

im so breathless w need bkvggf!!!

Just me rizzing up si :3

Y/N *whispering* hey, quick question... Are you looking for a wife?

Ghost: excuse me ?

Y/N: are you looking for a wife? Like a wife...

Ghost: ...

Y/N: ...

Ghost: yes.

GURL, SO FUCKING TRUE LIKEEE???

Average TF141 + König smuts be like:

Ghost, Price, Soap and König: they'd try all 69 positions with you and throw you around like a rag doll, they'd fuck you so good that the entire neighbourhood would know your name cause they're alpha males (😈) who spit and slap and you'd feel so smol and fragile underneath them cause they're secretly Neanderthals who would drag your ass to the cave and breed you like a cow-

Gaz: uwu my sweet baby boy, he's so respectful and kind and sweet that he'd probably cry once he'd put the tip in, that's why I can't write anything sexual about him cause he's so cute, you'd probably have to teach him about sex cause he'd be a virgin but not because I don't like him as a character or because I'm racist it's just that he's too cute to write smut about and i don't know him that well despite him being the main character in both mw1 and mw2:(

HELLO??? CREDITS TO THE PERSON WHO WROTE THIS I LUV U SM BESTIE!!

Soap x Reader: Facesitting (Smut)

Soap's crystal blue eyes watched as I, with much frustration, struggled to get my gear off. Chuckling, he stepped up behind me, his larger hand replacing my own.

"Gotta relax, lass." He chimed softly as he un-clipped my vests clasps. He smoothly lifted me vest off of my sore shoulders.

"Easy for you to say MacTavish, you weren't bait to a mission gone wrong." I remarked a bit harsher than I intended. It was true, though, what should have been an easy two man patrol became a minor fire fight. Soap radioed for backup while I tried to scope any enemies I could. Price was the one who said I should play bait, go out there, get their attention so Gaz, Soap, and Ghost could snipe them. I couldn't tell what I was more mad at, the fact it worked or the fact it had to be me risking bullet injuries. Huffing, I tossed my braces on the table.

"Come on, bonnie, maybe I could make it up to ya?" Soap hummed as his hands gently caged me between him and the table. His warm chest agaisnt my back as he gently pressed against me. I wasn't blind to his continuous flirting or the slightly explicit jokes. He played more than a minor part in my fantasies when I would get off. The thought of the beard burn his scruff would leave on my thighs sent a tingle of excitement  up my spine.

"I don't know Johnny. What are your thoughts on fraternization?" I hum slightly, stepping back against him. Soap chuckles as he slides a hand around my hip softly.

"Why don't ya stop by my room later, and we'll see." He says lowly as his hand gently tilts my head back completely. His lips lightly brush over my own before he pulls away and grabs my braces off the table. I smile as I watch him put them up and place them in my gears location. I focused on getting my weapons clean before moving to get myself a shower. I was taking my time to make sure I was washed up and also shaven in case anything should happen between Soap and I. I took my time drying off and getting dressed before deciding to head for my room. Although I got stopped by Soap, who led me to his room instead. Once inside, Soap sat on his bed, where he gently pulled me closer to him. A rock of worry settled in my gut for a few minutes as he softly kissed me. Upon kissing him back, Soap moved to guide me with his hands.

Soap grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me so that I was straddling his hips. Our lips move in perfect synchronization together as we kiss each other. Soap lets his hands glide up my thighs to the waist band of my shorts. Following his thought process, I slowly began pulling my shorts down. Soap pulls back to watch me undress with a grin.

"Lass, those aren't standard issued." He rumbled as he took in the sight of my black thong. Soap reached out, letting his rough hands glide up my thighs from my knees. His warm hands drifting to my ass where he gently kneads my ass cheeks. I softly moan against his lips as I step closer to him. My hands cradle the back of his head while my fingers weave into his mohawk. Soap groans as his fingers curl around the edge of my underwear, softly tugging them down. I lightly moan as his thick fingers press against my clit gently rubbing circles.

"Want ya to sit on my face, think ya can do that?" He asks, pulling back just enough so that his lips ghost over mine. My (e/c) eyes widen as I look at him, a rock of anxiety settling in my gut.

"Like full weight??" I ask, causing Soap to grin almost wickedly as he nods. Soap tugs me to straddle his hips as he shifts to lay back, his head resting on his pillow. He swiftly taps my hips, silently telling me to move. I could feel the tremble in my hands as I moved to press my knees into the pillow. My legs spread as my hips hover over Soap's face, and he adjusts us so that my feet are under his shoulders. I could feel the blush forming on my face from the positioning alone. Soap curled his strong arms around my thighs and tugged me down. His tongue, easily trailing from my entrance to my clit where it gently flicked. Soap suckled at my clit as his velvet tongue swirled and flicked. One of my hands instantly shot down to grip his hair as moans spilled past my lips.

"Fuck~~ Johnny!" I moaned out softly, rocking my hips. Soap groaned  so deeply it sounded like a growl as he guided my hips to sit still so he could have full control. I whined but eagerly obeyed as his tongue got back to work. His tongue slid down and softly teased my entrance before pressing in. I gasped when his tongue wiggled and pressed deeper. The way the tip of his tongue curled and presses along my walls made my toes curl. The way Soap moved his tongue, his mouth, his head left a slight burning on my inner thighs. I mewled at the feeling of his scruff rubbing and scratching at my tender skin. The slick wet sounds of his tongue and mouth on my pussy echoed around the room. With each passing minute, the anxiety I felt got replaced with burning pleasure.

"M-more~, please, Johnny~" I couldn't help but beg the man that laid beneath me. His skillful mouth devouring me like I was his last meal. His tongue shifted back up to my clit when I could feel his breath deeply. His panting exhales felt on my labia. It dawned on me that with my body sitting due to his hold on me that I was cutting his air supply. I tried to lift myself only to get tugged back down. His thumb coming to rub at my clit as he thrusts his tongue into me again. I couldn't muffle the whine that left my lips as he kept rubbing my clit and pumping his tongue in and out of me. The extra stimulation did wonders for me as I began to tremble. My thighs began to close around his head, and my grip on his hair tightened.

"Soap~! I-... Johnny~!" My brain was scrambled, refusing to piece together a sentence to warn him I was close. It didn't take much more from him to thrust me over the edge. My walls fluttered before milking his tongue as I came hard. Soap kept going until I repeatedly tapped his arms as I whined loudly. I shakingly moved myself so that I was no longer seated on his face. I yelped as he tugged me to lay with him, his lower face soaked and shining with my slick and cum.

"Better lass?" He asked teasingly. I gave a dazed and drunk like nod as I chose to ignore my slick and cum. I caressed the back of his head as I kissed him deeply. Soap groaned and kissed me back just as passionately before he pulled back.

"Do I-..." I am started as I glanced at his obvious erection. Soap chuckled and softly shook his head.

"No bonnie, this was about ya. This stays between us, though sweetheart, can't have us both of us getting in trouble, aye?" Right. It was against the rules for a superior and subordinate having relations in any romantic or sexual fashion. Nodding, I let Soap grab his workout towel so he could gently wipe me clean. He helped me get dressed before he calmly sent me back to my room. My knees shook and felt weak as I headed back to my room.

I WISH THIS WAS ME 😭😭😭😖😖😓😓

Simon who makes you hump his beefy abs after he comes home is so hot

Simon who comes home from deployment only to see your legs spread apart soft moans leaving your lips as you play with you swollen puffed up clit

It’s not your fault though, you were sooooooo horny. You missed him and his touch :(

But he didn’t like you seeing you touch yourself no not at all cuz,

Nothing compared to him and he needed to prove it to you

But since you’d been such a bad girl you ought to get a lil punishment right? :(

He comes over to you at the bed and picks you up effortlessly grabbing your hips placing them on his thick beefy stomach

His hairy tummy and his lil happy trail tickling your needy cunt,

‘Hump’ he commands,

“Why arentcha’ getting yourself off now huh princess?”

“Siii m sorry I missed you, I jus’ wanted to cum you whine pathetically for your defence :((“

“Ya missed me so much ight? Prove it.”

“Hump my stomach like the bitch you are”

Oh god you shouldn’t be so turned on by this, it’s so embarrassing omggg (>_<)

but god it feels so good, the friction provided by his thick beefy abs covered with a layer of fat.

God you’re so desperate.

So you comply and start humping his stomach like a good girl.

“Such a needy lil girl you are princess couldn’t even go a month without me eh?”

You’re so engrossed by the pleasure your poor brain can’t think of anythin else :(((

“Oh fuck princess you love this don’t ya”

He could feel the wet patch on his stomach as you grinded,

his hairy body getting covered in your heat.

“Ooo sii it feels so good , m so close”

“Beg for it sugar”

“Sii pleasepleasepleaseeeee, I’m so close I needa cum I want you I need you please lemme cum”

He smirks at your desperation,

he holds your hips down and starts rubbing on your swollen clit as he sees you approaching your orgasm.

“Good girl, you’re so close aren’t ya, rubbing on me.”

“Yess sii I’m so close I love you, I wanna cum m so so so closeee” you moan out pathetically

Your tongue is hanging out and you’re grinding so hard as you reach your orgasm.

As you cum simon gently holds you in his arms as he hugs you keeping you tightly wrapped up with him.

“Attagirl, see waitin for me to make ya cum way better.”

you look up to him giving a shy lil smile as you nod your head.

Si then tosses you over and unbuckles his pants,

You can see the large tent and a wet spot on his boxers.

Talking his throbbing cock out you can see the precum leaking from his tip.

His eyes are clouded with lust as he says,

“Your fingers can’t compare to this either can they now sugar? Lemme show you how much better it actually feels”

Oh you were in for a long night princess

Lesbian for Val.

Sub Val??😳😳

Valeria was always known as a strong and independent woman. She hated being seen as submissive or weak.. that was, until she met you. Once you two started to date, she opened up more and became more affectionate; both physically and emotionally.

She loves to spoil you and buy you things. One thing you notice is that your clothes always go missing. The culprit? Valeria. She gets so needy and horny when she smells you. You smell like honey, flowers, and heaven. Every chance she got, she would steal one of your shirts and slip into the closet. Sitting down on the floor, she holds the shirt to her nose. And just before you know it, her panties are pulled to the side, rolling her clit furiously. She’d hate for you to see like this, all sprawled out and submissive, desperate to be fucked.

One evening, you came home from work early. Normally, Valeria would greet you at the door and shower you with love and affection. You wondered where she was. You tried calling her names a few times, nothing. Her phone? It was silenced. Wondering where your girlfriend was, you started searching the house for her. After looking around everywhere, you heard a little moan coming from the closet in your shared bedroom.

“Val?” You called out, hoping for a response. You walked into the bedroom and the moan got louder. Hmm.. is she in the closet? You thought. Sliding open the closet door, there she was. Panting and shuddering with your shirt to her nose sat Valeria on the closet floor. Her eyes widened as she looked up at you. “Y/N!! Oh uh.. I didn’t expect you to be home early, mi vida..” she blushed. You shook your head and sighed.

“So these are where my clothes have been going? You little puta..” Smirking, you crawl on top of her and slip two fingers into her needy cunt, moving them painfully slow. You could feel her walls milking your digits.

“Y/N.. m-mi amor.. joder..!” Valeria moaned and arched her back. She was always the top when you two had sex. If you even tried to top her she’d punish you, so it’s weird seeing her all sprawled out and needy.

“Aww.. you need a real punishment.” You got up and walked over to Valeria's drawer of ‘toys’. Taking out a large nine inch strap, you secured it to yourself and then walked back over to Valeria. “Inclínate querida.” You whispered in her ear.

Hesitantly, she bent over in front of you, presenting her glistening folds. “I-idiot.. you’ll pay for this.” She growled.

You laughed a bit before giving her right asscheek a slap. She twitched and whimpered. You grabbed the strap in your hands, rubbing it against her lips before pushing inside. She let out a mixture between a moan and a gasp, clenching her fists together. “Mmm!! Y/N.. p-por favor..” She arched her back in ecstasy, her walls contracting around the intrusion.

You continued to slam into her, surprised as to how submissive she was being. “Wow, Val. Didn’t know you were such a whore.” You slapped her ass again and held her hips in a bruising grip. “Mm.. you like this? ¿Te gusta cuando te arruino así?”

Valeria threw her head back and moaned. She could barely speak, her insides shaking and quivering around you.

Although it seems odd given her character, Valeria would totally sub every once in awhile if she wasn’t so sensitive. She hates herself for it. At a young age, she discovered how to pleasure herself and it slowly became an addiction. The result of this addiction? A snarky, hyper sexual woman who cums in the first five minutes of intercourse. They had only been fucking for seven minutes and she could already feel herself teetering on the edge. “Mmnn.. Y/N.. g-gonna cum..”

Another thing about Valeria, her orgasms leave her breathless and spent. Most of the time she squirts. She thinks it’s extremely embarrassing.

“Don’t you dare.” You pulled her hair and continued to take her from behind. You were surprised with yourself; you’d never been this dominant before.

Valeria clawed at the carpet, struggling to keep the knot in her stomach from breaking. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she continued to struggle. “Y/N, please.. it hurts..”

Knowing nothing about Valeria’s sensitive insides, you scoff and start to move faster. “If you cum I’ll just punish you more.” You whisper.

It’s not long until Valeria eventually gives in. Her climax washes over her and she instantly squirts, a long stream of liquid staining the carpet floor. She collapses onto the floor and huffs, clearly spent. “No more.. please.” She groans.

You pull out of her and sigh, taking the strap off and tossing it to the side. “I was just joking, mija.” You smile and pet her hair. Valeria groans and leans onto your chest. “I fucking hate you.” She growls.

In the morning, you two both wake up wrapped around each other on the carpet. “Ugh.. morning, love.” You look at Valeria. She wraps her arms around you and whines. “Morning..”

It looks like you two won’t be getting up off the floor for a while.