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[takes place right after this]

you were going to combust. you can feel it.

the zip ties on your legs had been cut loose. but you came to realize that it was not for your benefit. your legs had been slung over a pair of broad shoulders, toes curling on his back. Gaz worked his mouth over you, his tongue stroking firmly through your soaked folds.

the other Sergeant, a Scottish man with a mohawk and the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, fondled your breasts and whispered the dirtiest things to you, drawing you closer to your orgasm than ever before.

the largest man, the one wearing a skull mask, watched on while Price circled your no-good husband like a shark, looking for answers. "so who else knows about the safe house?"

"i didn't tell nobody!" came his irate voice as he struggled against his restraints. you hissed sharply when the heat slinks down to the base of your spine because of having your swollen clit sucked and swirled upon by a feverish mouth.

a long moan drawls out of you, your head tipping back. delirium is starting to take over your senses. it's been building and building and for a while, they've denied your body what it needs. but now— now you think you're careening right towards the edge.

and this time, they have no intention of stopping you from hurling over.

"Soap." Price calls out, not looking away from your husband.

the Sergeant pulled his mouth away from your breast while he still played with the other. you whimpered softly, legs jerking when Gaz's fingers grazed the deepest sensitive nerve he could find inside your throbbing cunt.

"dinnae think she'll last long, Captain." he sounds as wrecked as you feel. "her legs are tremblin'."

he wasn't lying. Gaz had his arms hooked around your thighs, to keep you still. you moaned helplessly as he swirled his tongue against your clit, the fire in your belly licking at your pelvis. you catch the fondness in his eyes when you looked down to watch him, to watch the way his tongue licked through your folds.

he was so good— so fucking good at what he does. you bet they all were in different ways. but Gaz is the first to have you like this, and that is something you'll hold dearly to your heart.

you think he knows it too. when they found out that you've never had your pussy eaten, not even by your sorry excuse of a husband, he was the first to volunteer. and he took the task very seriously.

Blair fumed in his chair, trying as best as he can to kick and scream, but to no avail. the chair only makes a loud sound when it scrapes against the floor, yet he does not get anywhere beyond that. "that is my wife, goddammit!"

"doesn't look like it from my perspective, mate." Ghost muses, tilting his head. you think he's smiling underneath that mask.

"last chance." Price leans to down to look at Blair. "who else knows?"

"i don't know!"

Price sighs and goes to stand behind the restrained man, gripping his hair tightly to make him look at you.

"when she comes in his mouth," he starts, eyes trailing to your dazed expression, to the your glazed eyes as he spoke loud enough for all to hear. "we're each going to take turns with her and we're going to make her forget that she's even married." Blair hissed, eyes widening when the grip in his hair grew tighter. "and we're going to make you watch every second of it."

"hell, that's if she'll even remember your name by the time we're done with her—" Ghost cuts off when you wail, your back arching off the chair while your toes curled deliciously.

you think your head blanked. dark spots clouded your vision as the ecstasy consumed you. Gaz held fast, groaning loudly into your cunt, keeping his thumb firm on your clit while you gushed eagerly in his mouth, prolonging your pleasure. you slumped over the chair, panting deeply, when the high slowly came to a stop.

"tha's a good fuckin' girl." Soap cheered with a wicked smile.

Price chuckled. "Soap, you're first. Gaz, you're next."

"no, don't you fucking touch her—"

you were delirious and dizzy when the zip ties on your arms got cut loose. for a moment, you felt weightless, a hand cradling your head when it lolled back until you were set down on a dark surface.

someone was touching your legs, spreading you open, fingers sinking into your pulsing cunt.

"Steamin' bloody jesus, Gaz." a voice groaned. "she's fucking soaked. what did ye do tae the poor lass?"

"just a little magic trick." a chuckle followed before you were yanked further on the edge of the hard surface.

it's a desk. you were lying on a desk. your husband's desk. your eyes fluttered open to find Soap's heated stare lingering on your breasts, his cock hard and a hand cupping its base as he glides it through your slick folds. your leg instinctively curled against his hip as he pushed inside, a weak mewl escaping you.

"fuck..." his head tilts back as he drawls before he immediately starts fucking you in earnest. you don't get a chance to breathe before the next orgasm starts building up in your veins.

he's rough with you, praising you for taking him so well. places a hand on your stomach before it trails to your breasts as his thrusts hammer against your throbbing walls with a glint in his eye. he plucks your nipples, painfully pulling them, grinning when you mewl and make weak attempts to shove at his hand.

you feel it coming all too fast, your breath seizing in your lungs as the pleasure overrides your system. he fucks you harder, a howl escaping his mouth when he cums inside you. he's so mean about it too, especially when he mocks your husband.

"she's so fucking tight when she cums." he pants, grinning. "bet ye've never felt tha', have ye?"

Gaz is a little softer with you. takes his time dragging his cock in and out of you, watching your expression twist to that of pleasure. but he's just as heinous to your spouse as Soap while moans spill out of your mouth.

"you've never made her sound like that, huh?" he scoffs, chuckling with a shake of his head. he wasn't referring to your moans, but the lewd squelches of your pussy as he jerks his hips. "some husband, you are. it's fucking pathetic."

you don't know why that made you clench tightly around him, but it takes him by surprise. "oh, you like it when we talk shit about him?"

and just like that, the small comment opens Pandora's box.

"such a good little wife you are, putting up with him." he says. "he doesn't deserve a sweet cunt like yours."

Ghost makes Blair listen to every one of those insults. how his cock was only ever good for nothing. wasted on a good pussy like yours.

"aww, gonna cry?" Gaz cooed mockingly when he saw Blair's cheeks flushed red from rage and his eyes were glazed with tears.

"what a muppet." Price muttered. "poor thing needed us to save her."

Gaz makes you sit up so he could still fuck you but pressed his lips your ear, whispering for only you to hear, "he doesn't deserve you, love."

that was what tipped you over.

your breath catches in your lungs as you hold onto him, his hips stuttering when your cunt squeezes him. he floods your pussy with a muffled groan against your shoulder. your heart ached when he lays you back down and slips out of you, pressing one last kiss on your lips and handing you over to the next man.

"oh, no, ye don't." you barely had the strength to shift your gaze to find Soap angling Blair's head towards you. "keep watching them do what ye couldn't do."

Ghost walks over to you, passing by Gaz, who pats his shoulder.

"go easy on her, Ghost." he says. "she's fragile."

"noted." the masked man replies before he reaches you.

you were a little scared when you noticed how broad he is up close. he slowly parts your legs, fingers dipping inside you for a moment, a small whimper leaving your throat.

"fuckin' hell." he drones hoarsely, eyes darkening at the cum dribbling out of you. "you boys did a number on 'er."

to your surprise, he flips you over and spreads your legs. he bends one of your knees on the table

"brace yourself, love." you barely had the time to hold onto the edge of the table. a squeak bursts out of you when you feel the tip slipping inside.

oh, he's big. you breathe through your nose, your forehead pressing against the table. he pushes in slowly, drawing a strained moan from you.

when he pulls back, you're allowed a moment of respite before his hips snap. a sharp cry is heard out of you as he settles inside your cunt, humming deeply as he relishes the feeling of you.

"taking him so well, love." he begins a low pace, letting you adjust to his size. his hand grips your neck and he pulls you close, your back to his chest, making sure your husband saw every detail. "did he fuck you like this, sweetheart?"

your spine prickles with heat as his thrusts continue to increase in speed. you moaned softly, his hand squeezing your neck while the other played with your breast.

you manage to shake your head, eyes rolling back as he flicked one nipple with his fingers. "no? well, that's a damn shame."

your eyes catch a glimpse of Gaz leaning back on the couch as his hand squeezes his cock while he watches. Soap palms his cock as he was standing behind Blair, whispering something in his ear that you couldn't quite catch. but the gleam in his eye when his gaze finds yours made you whimper.

you feel Ghost's lips at your ear. "if you were mine, i'd fuck you in every position ever known to man on ever piece of furniture in sight."

you whine at the idea. of being fucked like that. of being his. of being theirs.

it makes your cunt pulsate, makes you tremble in his grasp. "oh, fuck."

his hand slides down until— your eyes squeeze shut as a shaky moan leaves your parted mouth, "ah!"

the salacious noises are all you could hear besides his grunts in your ear. his fingers swirled around your clit until you squirmed and ached, clawing at the hand at your neck.

"cum on my cock, lovie." he urges softly. "make it yours."

you think you screamed when you plummeted to the abyss. you don't know. hard to hear above the ringing in your ears, but you felt it all. Ghost gently laid you down, your breasts mushed against the expensive wooden desk and turned your head just enough for Blair to take a good long look at your dazed expression.

all the while you felt Ghost's cock plunge in and out of you at a brutal pace, making you drool all over the table until his cum bursts deep inside your pussy. some part of you felt guilty for enjoying this. yet the other part enjoyed the way your husband's face crumpled at the sight of you.

not because you were being fucked by someone other than him. but because you liked knowing he was made aware of the fact that he couldn't fuck anyone to save his own life.

"saved the best for last." you heard Ghost's voice.

you panted softly as you waited. Ghost's cum leaked out of you, dripping on the desk. you didn't think you could take much more.

you thought Price was going to take you from behind like his Lieutenant did, but no. he gently flips you on your back, eyes immediately dipping to your messy cunt.

"pretty little thing, ain't she?" he muses.

"damn right, Captain." you heard Gaz's voice, his breaths a little unsteady from where he is. "feels like a fucking dream too."

"is that right?" a dark chuckle follows the rhetorical inquiry. he's then interrupted by faint struggling, eyes shifting to what you assume is your husband.

his screams are muffled this time. you crane your view just in time to see him getting smacked in the face by Soap.

"keep him quiet." Price commanded. "i want to enjoy this as much as you boys did."

your eyes widen when he lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder, faint rustling sounds and a belt clinking. your eyes drop low to find the red tip smearing all over the mess the others left on your folds before he taps the head on your clit a few times.

your toes curled and your head softly falls back on the desk. he presses inside just a bit, causing you to wince, the stretch a little overwhelming already. "relax a bit for me, darlin'."

he pushes deeper, your hand presses against his stomach as you whined, "i can't—"

"yes, you can, love." he draws back, giving you a moment to breathe. "just one more, come on." your eyes peered open and you found his gaze. "one more and we'll have a nice bath drawn for you and then we'll put you to bed."

you don't know how you've lasted this long. you don't even know if you're still going to be alive by the time he's done with you.

he held your gaze as he dragged his cock inside, prompting a lewd moan from you. one snap of his hips and you were already clenching down on him.

"fuck, gonna cum f'me already, love?" he hums before throwing your other leg over his shoulder and bends you in half. "we're just getting started."

a broken sound comes out of you when he really starts to fuck you like he means it. the position allowed him to sink in so deep in the way that's going to haunt you for weeks.

he rocked his hips, each thrust had you gasping for air and clawing at his arms, stroking your sensitive walls like he wanted to carve himself into you forever. your weak cries didn't go unheard as you tried to shift away from the way his cock rammed into the deepest, most sensitive nerve.

"take it, darling." his hands grip your hips, his pace becoming more brutal, a white ring gathering at the hilt of him.

"please—" you mewled, but you don't know what for.

"take everything i give you. which is more than your husband ever did." he groaned when you tightened around him, reaching a hand between your bent legs to rub your clit.

heat flared all too rapidly and you felt like you imploded. your back arched as he pressed a firm hand on your stomach, groaning out loud as your pussy spasmed around his hard shaft. your mouth hung open but not a sound came out of you as his rapid thrusts dragged out your high.

you heard a hoarse shout and the sensation of his hot cum shooting into your pussy before you blacked out.

you woke up later on the softest bed in an unfamiliar room, wrapped in a fluffy pink gown. you smelled like shower gel and your skin didn't feel as sweaty and icky as you expected it to be. exhaustion had long settled into your bones, so you don't feel like getting out of bed.

someone opens the door and enters holding a tray filled with food. it's Gaz. he smiles as he puts down the tray on the dresser. "you must be hungry."

you think you might get used to this for a little while.

banners by @cafekitsune offer a note in the picklejar

BREEDING KINK 141.

Ghost's breeding kink manifests after you express interest in having a kid.

He pistons in and out of you at a slow pace, his cock reaching impossibly deep with each thrust as you arch your back and put your ass up higher. You grip the sheets of the bed, whimpering quietly into the pillow you lay your head on as he leans over you and wraps an arm around your midsection, lifting your upper half up so he can whisper into your ear and hold you flush against him.

"You wanna be a mama? M'gonna make you a fuckin' mama."

He grunts, nipping at your earlobe as he angles his thrusts a little to reach deeper, the head of his cock knocking against your cervix with every other thrust.

"Gonna fuck you 'till it takes. Gonna fuck you every night and every mornin' to make sure it takes. Yeah, y'want that, sweetheart? Say you want it, love."

Soap's breeding kink has always been there, but he's never quite registered that he has one. It's not until you get baby fever that he starts thinking about having kids. You're getting baby products advertised to you online, and they start having the same effect on him.

"Oh, fuck, gimme a baby," you whimper, your face burying into his neck as your hips grind down into his. His head is tilted forward and he's watching your hips move, though his grip on your hips tightens when you utter the words. "Y'want a baby?" He mumbles, his grip on your hips tightening to the point where you whimper and stop. He releases it and looks up at you with those baby blues, and within a second he's got you on your back and your legs together, hanging over his shoulders as his thrusts pick up in speed.

"I'll give ye a baby, lass… give ye as many as ye want. Just say the word, sweet girl."

His thrusts get harder, and you're whining and mewling and you have your eyes shut tight as your orgasm takes over. He's cumming not long after, his cock twitching inside you as he pushes into you one final time.

"Mmm. Yeah, sweet girl, gonna give ye a kid… Can't tell me our kids won't be adorable."

Oh, Price? You don't have to tell him. He has a breeding kink, and it's obvious.

That man has FANTASIES about getting you pregnant. His breeding kink shows sometimes, like tonight.

He has you bent over the counter of your kitchen, your hair tangled up in his fist and his hand around your wrist, pulling on it gently and making you arch your back as he pounds into you.

Quick and rough thrusts as he grunts into your ear. "Imagine how you'd look, waddlin' 'round all swollen with my kid… can't wait till the day my cum finally takes, eh? I'll cherish you. Fuckin' cherish you." He whispers. His words are as rough as his thrusts, but they carry a gentleness. Especially when he's cumming. Wrapping an arm around your torso and letting you fall forward, picking up one of your legs by the underside of your knee and lifting it up and to the side so he can fuck you harder, he slams into you one final time before he's cumming buckets. The moment he notices his cum dripping out, he's pulling out and using two fingers to push hit back into you. mumbling something about not wasting a drop as he kisses your back.

Gaz's breeding kink is subtle. He only fucks you in positions where he can see your face. The day you start asking him to cum inside, he's thinking of you getting pregnant with his kid. Arms laced under your knees, hands on the plush of your ass and your back against the wall as he leans back and thrusts up into you. He's been fucking you slow like this for the past hour and you're getting needy. Squirming in his grip, pawing at your husband's chest and mewling about needing him to fuck you harder. He flashes that grin he wears whenever you've amused him and his movements suddenly ramp up in force as he pushes you further against the wall.

"Such a needy girl. Needin' me to fuck ya so hard you can't walk, huh? You've already came twice, what, d'ya want me to fill you up?"

Your cunt convulses around him.

"Yeah, that's it," he trills. "Needin' me to fill ya up so you can go to bed stuffed with my cum. Mm, maybe it'll take,"

He thrusts a bit harder into you and his grip on your ass tightens. He's thinking about filling you up even more now, and he can barely focus on anything but filling you up. So that's what he does. His thrusts stutter, and he throws his head back and groans out while you mewl.

"Oh, fuck. Mmm. Yeah, it'll take. Gonna give you a fuckin' baby, sweetheart."

Angel this was so good!

ranking cod boys' intimacy style from gentle to rough feat: 141 + los vaqueros + others reader: afab, implied different readers for each cw: explicit smut, kink, fluff, pretty tame imo but lmk if you'd like something tagged NSFW BELOW CUT * MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

1.) the gentlest, surprisingly, is ghost. make no mistake, he'll absolutely fuck the daylights out of you if you ask him to -- would enjoy it, too. but as simon riley... honestly, this man is touch-starved and nearing forty. he is tired, baby. coming home from deployment, first thing simon does is shower (knows you hate the smell of war on him), then take a fat nap with you. if you're in the middle of something, no you're not. he'll literally scoop you up and fireman-carry you to the couch or bed, whichever is closest. simon loves holding you, wants to be touching you all. the. time. his favorite way to nap is wrapped around you like a fitted sheet; skin on skin, nose in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. loves it even more when, later, he gets to wake you with soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck; the flat of his palm sliding down the gentle swell of your tummy, cuping you through your sleep shorts. simon likes you best like this. how you just... melt into him, still sleep-sodden and docile. it's one of the few things that feels right in his life. chemically, cosmically, karmically (somehow--simon doesn't think he'll ever feel like he earned this. you. that he'll ever really deserve to be yours). he takes his time; fucks you slow with his fingers, savoring your muted whimpers as he grinds into your clit with the heel of his hand. to simon, watching you come apart in the firm circle of his arms is kin to a fresco on a ceiling; a sliver of the divine, and he, a sinner, doomed to watch heaven from afar. but by some small miracle, you offer him salvation. when you cum, it's with his name on your lips, so round and lush with love, and fuck--if that isn't the thing to save him, then nothing will.

2.) second is rudy. sweet, sweet boy. he sees you barefoot in a sundress one time. one. that's all it takes to precipitously shift the trajectory of his life to one where he wifes you up and makes you a mother, in that order. you're the first person he's ever envisioned having children with -- the only one he thinks knows will be worth risking everything for. and once that mental picture settles in his mind, it’s all he can think of. it becomes his sole mission to get you under him and fill you with him til it takes. rudy is a missionary guy through and through--wants to see that pretty face, cariño so he can watch your cheeks and chest flush when you're about to cum. and the cute way your lashes flutter ("como alles de pollila, mi amor. fuck--") as he bottoms out in your sweet pussy, stretching you so good. and you're always so good for him -- wrapping your legs around his waist and tilting your hips to take him deeper, deeper. but god help you when he succeeds in knocking you up, you’re never getting a moment alone. consider rudy glued to your side for the foreseeable future. can’t seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself, either. doesn't matter that you’re uncomfortable and prickly and prone to random bouts of inconsolable crying at the worst moments. he takes it all in stride. his love is steady, solid. once, you blurt out something to the effect of i'm never going to be attractive again, my body is gonna be ruined by the end of this. and rudy (after a beat) laughs. pulls you forward til your face is buried in his chest, cradles you there when you try to squirm away. tells you he's literally so attracted to you right now he feels like he should be on some sort of list. he's watching you build a new human being inside your body. you're fucking powerful. he can't imagine anything sexier.

3.) next up is könig. from jump, he adores you; the way you smolder at the edges, the unwavering bite of your tone. kleine katze, such pretty claws you have... and he's perfectly content to settle for admiring you from afar; but where others shy from him instinctually, finding his size and perpetual quiet off-putting, you don't. seem to gravitate towards him because of it. you touch him with a gentleness that should feel foreign, but actually feels like home. this man is fucking gone for you. loves you in a way that irreparably and fundamentally changes him. may or may not have cum more than once to the thought of you: hips bucking desperately into the clench of his own fist. but he knows precisely nichts about romance, even less about flirting. has no idea you've been trying to get his attention for months. ultimately, you have to make the first move. and you do--crawling into his lap one night in a grimy off-grid safehouse after a mission went the wrong kind of sideways. when you draw up the mask he goes rigid, tense; but he almost lost you today. (thought for one endless, horrific moment that he had.) so he lets you pull back the mask--lets you see his face. and when you finally kiss him, it pulls a kind of sound out of him the likes of which he's never made before. a desperate, animal keen that claws at the walls of his chest. and könig's a gentle giant, but he is giant. you're both too hasty the first time; too desperate for closeness to prep properly, so it hurts when he bullies his cock inside you. he's significantly bigger than any of your previous partners -- twice as thick and several inches longer -- and by all rights shouldn't fucking fit inside you, but you're both tenacious enough to make it work. könig is certain salvation resides in the gummy clutch of your cunt when you take him to the hilt; shuddering as you cum around him from nothing but the way his cock stuffs you full and the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit. it's so unbelievably hot, he cums on the spot; not needing friction or movement when he has you clenching down on him like that, scheiße. after, he takes care of you--holds you close to his chest til your breath evens out and you slip into the dreamless, black pool of sleeping.

4.) alejandro, my love. truly a man of passion. it's a long process seducing you, and he enjoys every minute of it. loves finding new ways to get you to blush almost as much as he enjoys fucking you til you're blubbering and cock-stupid. almost. he likes the idea of having a family with you, but is less pernicious about it than rudy. he knows how he feels about you; is confident it'll happen someday. that said, this man's breeding kink knows no bounds. the mating press was built for him; the perfect mix of intimacy and intensity, where he can look you in the eye as he ruts you so deep you can feel him in your fucking throat. also the most likely to suggest expanding your sexual horizons. frankly, alejandro is bisexual as fuck. loves the idea of you getting railed by another man (perhaps rudy, winkwonk) while he watches; loves the idea of you taking the both of them at once even more, but it's always about you. your comfort and pleasure is paramount, and he'll go to unfathomable lengths to make sure your needs are met. happy wife, happy life, he says, hauling you into a deep kiss when you point out that you're not technically married, yet.

5.) alex is the perfect equilibrium of rough and gentle. initially respects you as a colleague, maybe a friendly acquaintance. internally, he finds your competence and no bullshit attitude deeply attractive, but he's a consummate professional; would never put you into a position where you'd feel unsafe (outside of the obvious dangerous shit you already do). and then--he sees you shoot a gun. the way your body slides liquid-smooth into weaver, the easy roll back into isosceles in the recoil... it gets him so fucking hard so fucking quick. he has to physically remove himself from the range and rub one out in a bathroom stall, images of those firm hands pumping his weeping cock pulling him over the edge. images that don't fade, to his chagrin, even after the initial arousal is dealt with. every time he sees you, it just... pops back up, so to speak. he keeps it locked down as best he can, but fails pretty comprehensively at doing so. alex finally breaks after catching one too many recruits staring after you when you walk away (fuckin' animals--only he's allowed to do that). he seeks you out when you're both off the clock and ends up fucking you on top of one of the washing machines in the base's communal laundry room. the epitome of soft dom, comes pre-programmed with an obligatory daddy kink that you absolutely abuse to get your way. takes you out to nice restaurants seemingly for the express purpose of fucking you in the fancy-schmanzy bathroom. honest-to-god almost passes out when you choke on his cock for the first time; begs like his life is on the line for you to do it again, please, please--oh, fuck baby, yes. that experience reveals two truths to him: one, that he might be a switch, and two, that he might just have to marry you.

6.) now, keegan is a pretty tough nut to crack. it's hard to read him initially, even without the mask--but once you pick up on his tells, he's an open book. and that book wants you upended on the couch within seconds of you both entering the room. initially its just sex; a shared need to vent some frustration and stress. keegan is very private, mostly due to social discomfort and introverted tendencies. in the early days of your relationship, it manifests as him keeping you at a distance. for the first few months, he only ever kisses you when he's balls deep, and leaves after a five-minute come down. you rectify this through sheer persistence and charm. it's clear to you (far sooner than it is to him) that he's weakest to you when you give him big, sweet doe eyes and ask real pretty. this little trick works particularly well when you're riding him slow over the course of an hour, grinding down each time he bottoms out, til he's shuddering and begging you to please go faster--ah. f-fuckin' hell, kid, you're so tight, so good, fuck. when he cums, it's with a crackling whine of your name that pulls the knot of heat in your belly, sending you over after him. then, exhausted and fucked out, he falls asleep with you in his arms. he's still there the next morning when you wake, expression open and lax as he watches you wake. it's the first time you see keegan without reservations, when you realize he's got a gentleness to him--a kind of poet's sensitivity meant for libraries, museum archives, and the kinder side of nature. all overwritten by force to survive, to complete his mission. once you've seen the cracks in his mask, there's no going back for either of you. very quickly, your relationship shifts from distant and transactional to deeply personal; a tenderness blooming in the same garden as the newfound dedication to one another. keegan doesn't say I love you for a long time, but you know he does--you feel it in the way his dark eyes find you in a crowd, always seeking your familiar shape. you feel it in the way he presses your bodies flush from tip to tail while he's fucking you, when being inside of you isn't close enough. you feel it when he, for the very first time, asks you quietly if you'll stay the night with him, because he sleeps easier when you're there. so you stay--the night, and all those that follow.

7.) oh, gaz. such a mischievous little shit. your friend from your training days, you two scrap like puppies over anything and everything. banter is the cornerstone of your relationship, one-upping being a close second. you delight and infuriate one another in equal measure, bickering amongst yourselves til one of you takes a swing at the other. price has reprimanded you both multiple times for horsing around, but you're never in any real danger--you work too well together. there's a kind of shared consciousness between you; a base-level understanding, two wolves hunting in tandem. still, ghost refuses to let either of you sit together on the heli; not since that one time your game of grabass devolved into full-on grappling on the tarmac. ultimately, one of your little tiffs goes too far; ends with you both laid out on a training mat, groaning into each other's mouth as you grind your hips together through your clothes. you both pretend it didn't happen for maybe a week--then it happens again. and again. and again. being 'together' is never something you actually discuss with kyle. it just... happens. much to the chagrin of your lt and captain, the bickering actually increases when you two get together; becomes more like foreplay you can get away with doing in front of your superiors. and if this man isn't an absolute goddamn menace when it comes to exhibitionism. when he wants you, doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a meeting. fuck it--it's happening, and it's happening now. very playful in and out of the bedroom, likes teasing you in every sense of the word. he edges you so long sometimes you nearly kick him in the head when he finally lets you cum. there's my girl--oh shi--ah, haah, good fuckin' girl. he's largely aloof when it comes to his emotions--not the best at verbalizing how he's feeling or what he needs. so instead, he shows you. he shows up every. single. time. kyle's your friend before he's your lover; your partner in (war) crime(s). he's always got your six, you've always got his, and what is love if not someone who'd die (and live) for you?

8.) soap proudly describes himself as a pleasure dom, which is mostly true. but he's got serious switch potential. which you know for a fact because fuckin' hell, does that boy whimper somethin' pretty when you throat him juuuuust right. he's such a 'tits' man, it's crazy. loves to hold you close, feel your breasts smashed against his chest while he drives deep into the tight clutch of your cunt. but most of all, soap loves being on his knees for you. this man definitely moans while he eats you out, tonguing your pussy like it's a mouth. he feels big in every sense of the word--in sex, in love, in anger. and make no mistake, he loves you deeply. you two have some serious yelling matches, storm about slamming doors til the neighbors threaten to call the feds, but it's just your way. you're both headstrong and stupid; arguments are bound to happen, and any unresolved hurt feelings get a solid patch-job from the frankly earth shattering makeup sex that follows. like rudy, soap wants a big family with you, and he knew early. actually doesn't tell you just how early til years down the line. how after your first official date, he called his ma and asked if she'd send his nan's ring, please? because he's pretty sure he just met his future wife. said ring which glitters on your hand now, as you reach over and flick his forehead teasingly. tell him he can stop trying to romance you, you're already married. and could he grab more diapers on his way home from work?

9.) as are all things with graves, your sexual relationship is about power. he's an asshole in the worst way--condescending, smug, underhanded, sneaky in his sexism so you always look like some hysterical woman when you retaliate. the kicker? it turns you on as much as it pisses you off. he's happy to string you along, work you into a lather just to leave you high and dry. lord help you once he gets a taste of you--bending you over his desk and cramming you full of his cock with precisely zero prep. he kisses you, loves you, fucks you like he hates you. because he kind of does--he just wants you more. graves loves it when you cry, wipes your tears with his thumb before forcing it into your mouth. coos when you offer your neck up to him--yeah? want my hands on ya that bad, sugar? gonna be a good girl for me, hm? fuck yeah you are--and proceeds to make you cum so hard you black out. your 'relationship' (which it is; ring on your finger a year in, a little one on your hip not long after) is intense. toxic. would be just downright miserable if it wasn't so fucking hot. you cling to each other with gouging force; a livid-blue kind of love, painful and permanent. he carries a picture of you in his wallet: a small polaroid of you in your wedding dress, ashing a cigarette with one hand while the other flips the cameraman (him) the bird.

10.) and the roughest of them all: price wants more than to love or fuck you -- he wants to possess you. he's so tightly controlled everywhere else in his life (has to be for his work), doesn't seem the type to lose his head over a bird. but when he meets you, something shifts. you're soft. impossibly good. flippant and stubborn as a mule, sure -- you drive him up the fuckin' wall with your headstrong antics. (so goddamn petulant. so sure you're fuckin' right.) but war and death hasn't stained your world, left your indomitable spirit unsullied and intact. which, unfortunately, means you haven't gotten a thorough education on the importance of discipline. price wants to consume your disobedience; crack your rose-tinted glasses under his heel, roll the ambrosia of you in his cupped tongue. he'll do more than make you fall in line -- he'll make you want to do it. it's really just a matter of time before he acts on it. when he does, it's decisive. unsubtle. he crowds you up against the door of your flat on a sticky summer night, brandy on your breath. sinks a hand into your hair, holds you steady as he brings your mouths together with bruising intensity. he fucks you before he ever makes love to you; sinks his teeth into the velvet of your shoulder as he crushes you flat to the tabletop using just his bodyweight. snarls low when you keen wordlessly, overwhelmed and empty-headed at the deep burn-sting of his cock stretching your pretty little cunt, the lewd slap of his thighs against your ass. he batters you til you're not sure what's sweat and what's tears; til your skin bears a mural to his cacoethes, all blue and purple like a deep west sunrise. til there's not a person alive who won't be able to see you're his. always have been, always will, right dove? go on--tell him. tell him who this pussy belongs to.

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sleeping beauty [soapgaz x reader]

summary: soap and gaz strike the jackpot. you end up being on the unlucky end of the draw. so is it a good thing that you don't know it?

pairing: soapgaz x f!reader

warnings: noncon, smut, oral (f), fingering, masturbation (m), piv, anal fingering, anal sex, soapgaz being absolute fiends, somno, throuple, etc yada yada yada.

notes: mind the tags. based on this thot that just never leaves me in peace. also @mikichko's drabble spawned these filthy thots so say thank you Kiko🍃 btw i'm that anon who said that fic got me wet

the two of them stopping dead in their tracks when they notice that someone's home because this wasn't part of the fucking plan. they were just gonna grab a few things and go but the little bird returned to her nest sooner from her girl's trip and they didn't notice? they should change course and get out while they still can.

but—

"gaz." soap taps his arm. "take a look at this."

he picks up the bottle of pills. the name written in small letters. sedatives.

which means their plan is back in motion because no matter how much noise they make, you won't wake up.

gaz doesn't know why he gravitates towards you. his hand softly caressing your cheek as he admires your peaceful expression.

"she's out cold." he muses.

soap ends up on the other side of the bed to stare at you. "well, ain't she a bonnie lass..."

he's not wrong. they pull down the blanket to get a better look at you and both of them inhale sharply.

your tits are outlined by the dark silk you're wearing. nipples pebbling due to the cold air seeping in through the open window. your nightdress had ridden up to show a pair of pretty panties snug on your ass.

"fuck..." what a vision you are.

surely, they can take one more souvenir from you.

one man carefully lifts your hips while the other slips off your panties and immediately brings them to his nose while palming himself. "god, fuck, she smells so good."

gaz turns his head back to you and realizes that's a grave mistake. the sight that greets him sends him straight down the rabbit hole. your legs are parted. night dress up to your thighs. he knows you're now bare under there. nothing underneath. naked. vulnerable.

his body moves before his mind even registers. he plants a knee on the bed, hands spreading your legs and pushing up the silk to your hips. his mouth waters when he finally sees your pussy.

they weren't supposed to. truly. this wasn't part of the plan. but gaz's tongue swipes through your cunt and it all goes downhill from there. your scent goes to his head almost immediately and clouds any coherent thought he had. his nose presses snugly against your clit as he scissors two fingers inside you until your pussy starts to weep and contract.

soap pushes him to the side, muttering something about having a turn to properly taste you and both of them find themselves taking turns licking your cunt until she's wet and pulsing around their fingers.

it's soap who gets the bright idea to undo gaz's zipper and start jerking him off while you're getting eaten out by the latter. his tongue swirling heavily around your bud, wet and needy and eager to draw out your essence.

you may not be awake but you're definitely somehow aware of what they're doing to you. gaz drags his fingers in and out of you, slowly opening you up, slowly taking you apart. your slick coats his digits until they're shiny and you start to clench around them.

the small noise you make when you cum freezes both of of them. they watch him awe as your body spasms under the weight of your pleasure, your pussy blossoming under his touch, unaware of the danger you're in.

"she didn't..." gaz speaks first, quietly, still in shock from what he just witnessed.

"aye, i think she did." soap adds next to him. a silent moment passes before he smirks, "wanna try again just tae make sure?"

he knows gaz wants to. the man's cock pulses thickly in his hands as he slowly starts stroking him again.

gaz groans but eventually pries soap's hands off of him. he tucks his cock back in his pants and plants a wet kiss on soap's lips. one of them has to be rational. they've already spent too much time here. "we're already late. we have to go."

oh, but they're not gone for long. they stake out your apartment a few days later. scoping you out, watching you. one sucking the other off while the other describes what they'd like to do to you. soap wants to fuck you over the counter. that little apron you wear stays on while he batters your pussy until your hips are bruised. gaz wants to take you on the couch. face down, ass up while you scream into the cushions.

they know you've taken your pills and they wait impatiently. both of them damn near salivating at the thought of getting their hands on you again. once you're down and out, they pop open your window and slip into your place.

this time, they do a little more than eat you out.

soap jerks his cock near your breasts now exposed after he pulled down the front of your nightgown. gaz rubs the tip of his cockhead through your folds with a heavy curse under his breath when he grazes your swollen clit. his breath caught in his lungs as he watches the way your cunt blossoms with slick, reacting to him the way he silently demands.

this is so wrong.

so so wrong—

"fuck her." soap growls while furiously fisting his cock above the rise and fall of your exposed breasts.

"no." comes gaz's immediate gravel voice. he glares at the Scot, nearly wishing death upon him for such a stupid idea. "and don't you dare leave any cum on her tits, otherwise we'll both get caught."

"just the tip, then." soap counters, unbothered by the threat. gaz is quiet for a minute. "c'mon... ye know ye want to."

it's bad enough that they're already toeing the line. no amount of soap's incessant jeering could get him to cross it but... but maybe...

he taps his cock, hot and heavy between your pussy lips and it makes those nasty wet noises that made them both groan out loud. the kind of sounds that are too obscene to speak of in polite conversation. soap urges him to get on with it. gaz finally notches the tip right at your opening and rubs your clit while giving a few shallow thrusts. maybe that'll be enough.

that alone is enough to warrant a small mewl out of you that halts both of their movements. you don't move. you don't wake. but they heard it. they see your expression pinching in your sleep. you're enjoying this. gaz inhales deeply and resumes his short thrusts.

"poor sweet thing." soap gripes, amused as he reaches to squeeze and pluck your hardened nipple. "she must be close."

your airy sigh is heard and it doesn't frighten them as much this time. in fact, it encourages them. soap eagerly rolls his thumb on your nipple while muttering filth under his breath.

"tha's it. just like tha..." he moans and it's filthy, it sends goosebumps up gaz's arms. "can ye cum jus' from tha', bonnie? i bet ye can."

to gaz's surprise, soap leans away from you all of a sudden and came to stand behind him. a hand reaches around him to slip two fingers inside your weeping slit, pumping in and out to draw out more of your slick. soap then uses it to rub his own shaft and goes back for more.

soon, gaz shudders as feels his ass being spread and fingers nudging his hole. he lets out a loud moan when a finger slips in. soap's mouth sucks a bruise onto his skin as his fingers press deeper inside and adds another one, moving slowly moving them in and out.

gaz stays still and makes the mistake of letting soap replace those deft fingers with his cock instead. because soap punches his hips a little too fast that it pushed gaz further into you with a groan.

the first time made him hiss. the second one a little too sharp for it not to be an accident, the momentum driving him deeper inside your pussy.

"soap-" gaz grunts sharply, trying to push back against him. he only manages to sink soap's shaft deeper inside his tight hole. he glares at the grinning Scot. "quit it."

soap retaliates by snapping his hips. harder this time. the impact of it nearly sends gaz falling on top of you as he plants his hands on either side of your head and catches himself but he feels it. his cock slipping deeper, halfway inside you, in fact.

your pussy instinctively sucks him in, fluttering and welcoming him with a pulsing heat that goes straight to his head. a soft mewl slips from your pretty lips, your brows furrowing deeply.

"ye're in too deep." he growls lowly, dragging his hand under gaz's shirt and pressing against his chest, his stomach as he rocks back and forth. "ye have tae fuck her now."

he's not wrong. it's too late to stop now. he's had a taste, a glimpse of how good it can be. there's no trying to rationalize a quick escape again, not like last time. there's no going back now.

gaz pushes your leg up until it's thrown over his shoulder while the other is pinned to the bed and he sinks in as deep as he can, right down to the hilt. you're limp. pliant under their weight. your body rocking up and down with each heavy thrust, a soft sigh escaping your lips each time. soap presses himself flush against his ass and they work in tandem, forming a rhythm that spawns breathy moans out of you.

"listen." gaz pants. "hear that?"

the squelching sounds of your cunt, the noises rising from your throat. you were flourishing, despite the deep hold your slumber had you in.

"she fucking wants this." soap reaches for your bare tit and squeezes without missing a beat.

gaz grunts in response, adding, "look at her. she's beggin' for it."

you are. you're drenched and you're squeezing his shaft too tightly not to think otherwise. you want this. you need this. badly. you're so close, they can both practically taste it. your moans become louder and more frequent with each push and pull from both of them, drawing them closer and closer to their end as well as yours.

gaz's thumb cards through your folds, collecting the wetness gathered there and rubbing tight little circles around your swollen clit. your hiccup prompts soap's pace to go faster and harder, pushing you all to the very edge.

"cum inside her." soap rasps so suddenly, the thought makes gaz's head spin as he shakes his head.

"we don't know if she's on-"

"if ye won't breed that cunt, i will." there was a moment of silence on gaz's end with only the salacious noises in the air. "cum inside. i'll lick it off right after, she won't know-"

soap's cut off by your sudden cry and just like that, the dominos fall in place. gaz's hips stutter with a sharp groan, cock sputtering ropes of cum deep inside your cunt. and soap follows just as quickly, his voice grating through the atmosphere as he cums inside his lover. all three of you locked in a hazy cycle of destructive pleasure that brought you all to the end.

soap made good on his promise and bent down to lick the soaking mess between your thighs once gaz moved out of the way and laid next to you. slurping up every bit of cum that oozed out of your pretty pussy like he was made for it.

"you're a terrible influence, mactavish." he muses softly while admiring your sleeping form. still in disbelief that you slept through that. whatever medication you're on his strong.

"aye." soap kisses him, sliding his tongue in his mouth. "but ye love me for it."

unbeknownst to you, that was far from the last time they came to visit.

i... i have no words.

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I just love me some Gaz content😩😌

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.

TF 141 x Male! Reader

Kissing the homies goodnight.

18+ Minors DNI!

Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it

It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.

And if that didn't give them any ideas..

For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.

"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"

"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"

It gives them such a boost of energy.

You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.

And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.

And when it comes to Price.. 

It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.

After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 

As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.

The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.

You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.

And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 

It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses

(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)

Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.

And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)

It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.

After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.

Kyle slowly bouncing you on his cock after having you cockwarm him for the better part of an hour, tucked into him as rested his head back on the couch.

He got home a bit too tired to fuck you properly but having your cunt clamped around him long enough breathed a new life into him, prompting him to hug your waist with one arm, the other gripping the underside of your thigh and holding you up. So he can slowly start hammering his hips into your wet, slobbering pussy. You don't know what's louder, your whines or the lewd sounds your heat makes as it takes him in completely.

Swallowing him whole as you kiss and bite away at his neck. His soft lips brushing your ear as he gently coos at you.

"You're doing such a good job, darlin' ", "taking me so well", "so wet f'me" is all you hear as you approach your peak, your grip on his shoulders tightening and your nails, even through his shirt, surely leaving the claw marks he loves to admire in the mirror the next day.

You come around him, your whimpers muffled by his neck, and he follows suit a second later, fucking into you as you both come down from your highs, his seed spilling out with each thrust and forming a creamy mess where you're both still connected. His hard breathing tickling your ears as he hugs you even tighter to him.

When both of your breathing calms, he plants small kisses all over your face while brushing back the hair matted to your face with sweat. Your closed eyes fluttering open to take in his adoring expression, the small smile on his lips bleeding into yours with the kiss you both exchange before he stands up, with you still attached to his cock.

You yelp and hold on to his shoulders, although the chance of him dropping you is as nonexistent as the space between the both of you as you move to your bathroom.

"Let's get cleaned up, hmm love ? "

Lust for Life ꨄ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kinktober Day III: Vibrator

summary: your new cute boyfriend finds your hidden stash tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, praise, a bit of degradation, fluff, kyle being the best bf ever, vibrators, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, squirting, cursing, use of pet names, author does not attempt at accents wc: 3.2k a/n: this one is a little shorter just because the last one was very long but i still hope you enjoy!

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As the evening descended, you found yourself sprawled out on your plush, velvety couch, wholly engrossed in the latest episode of your favorite TV show. The warm, golden rays of the setting sun gently filtered through the sheer, billowing curtains, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. Outside, the air was cool and crisp, carrying the unmistakable scent of autumn and hinting at the imminent arrival of colder weather. The changing seasons provided the perfect excuse to nestle indoors, surrounded by comfort and warmth, and fully embrace much-needed relaxation.

Kyle, your charming new boyfriend, phoned you just moments ago, inquiring if he could drop by for a visit. You've been in a blissful relationship for a few months, savoring every moment. Kyle embodies everything you've ever desired in a partner: he's compassionate, considerate, giving, and understanding. But he was also fun, and the sex was great. He was so attentive and in tune with your every need.

Of course you said yes.

You straightened up as the front door swung open. Kyle stepped inside, his athletic figure framed by the warm evening light. He wore a short white tank top for the summer, accentuating his sculpted arms and loose-fitting basketball shorts that swayed with his every movement. His skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat, indicating that he had just returned from a workout at the gym.

His radiant smile spread across his face as his eyes lit up upon seeing you, revealing a perfect row of pearly white teeth. Dimples formed on his cheeks, adding to the charm of his infectious grin. His captivating beauty was unmatched, leaving an indelible impression impossible to ignore.

“Hey baby,” you said warmly, striding to kiss him. He smiled as his lips met yours, his hand reaching up to keep you at a distance.

“I'm all sweaty,” he acknowledged with a soft chuckle.

“I don't care,” you grinned, gazing up at him. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I do,” he laughed. “Do you mind if I use your shower?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your figure as his hand cupped your cheek.

“Of course,” you answered, walking back towards the couch before lying on your side. You watched with rapt attention as Kyle removed his shirt and approached your room.

After seeing your expression, he promised, “Thanks. I'll be quick. " You hummed in response, unpausing your show as the door to your room clicked shut.

Through the thin walls of your home, you could hear the signature creak of the shower door hinge turning, followed by the steady percussion of water cascading down and meeting the smooth surface of the shower floor.

As you watched the show before you, the relaxing symphony of the shower’s white noise lulled you into tranquility.

When Kyle eventually stepped out, you could tell something was different. Yes, he had changed into a new pair of clothes, but his expression seemed off.

“You okay?” You asked, reaching for him as he drew near.

“Yeah, just had a...” Kyle paused, then cleared his throat lightly. “A surprise in the bathroom.” He smiled warmly, attempting to deflect the sudden tension in the air. A gap of silence filled the air, your heart rate spiking. “I found your stash,” he said, keeping his tone playful and casual as he sat beside you on the couch.

“My stash?” You questioned with a confused chuckle, your gaze leaving his as you tried to recall what he could be referencing. Then, it dawned on you.

Oh. you thought, That stash.

As your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, you felt a wave of embarrassment washing over you, causing your face to grow warm and your eyes to drop in discomfort momentarily.

You felt Kyle reach for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Your collection...under the bed.” He chuckled softly, trying to alleviate your embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean to pry; I just tripped over the box on my way to the bathroom.” He looked into your eyes, sincerity shining through. “Everyone has their ways of unwinding. No judgment here.” He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, “But maybe next time you might want to find a better hiding spot, yeah?”

His dimples deepened with his teasing smile, attempting to lighten the mood while acknowledging his discovery's intimate nature. Internally, you appreciated Kyle’s openness and understanding. It made you see him in a new light, and you were more drawn to him. He silently vowed to respect your boundaries while embracing the opportunity to learn more about your needs and desires, whether shared or private.

"Well," you began, feeling a slight knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to find the right words. Your throat felt parched, and you could almost sense the weight of each syllable as it hung in the air.

“As long as you're not mad.”

Kyle shook his head slowly, a warm smile playing on his lips. “Why would I be mad?” He asked gently, his voice low and reassuring.

“It’s not like I’ve never seen one before,” he admitted, trying to ease your discomfort with a dash of humor.

“Some guys don't like it, I guess,” you said, your skin growing hotter. Images of Kyle holding your toys flashed in your mind: him looming over you, his once charming smile forming into a smug grin as he held it to your clit, overstimulating you, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your overspent body. You shook the thoughts from your head.

“They think only they should make their girlfriend feel good.”

Kyle tilted his head slightly, observing your flustered state with curiosity. He took a deep breath before responding, sensing the tension in your words. “Well,” he began, his voice calm and steady. “I’m not like some guys.” He looked down at their entwined hands, squeezing yours gently.

“I believe in giving pleasure as much as receiving it. I’m glad you have your ways of taking care of yourself.” He lifted your chin, meeting your eyes with a reassuring gaze. “And I’d be more than happy to help you with that, too.” Kyle’s smile softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss, hoping to show you that your vulnerability was attractive rather than off-putting.

“Yeah?” His words excited you, and you couldn't help but lean in closer. Your hands gently rested on his shoulders as you kissed him back before pulling away, eagerly searching his gaze.

He smiled against your mouth as he trailed his fingertips along your jawline, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his touch.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his voice husky with anticipation. He leaned back, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your beauty and vulnerability. “What do you say?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

As he looked at you with anticipation, you quickly nodded, a smile spreading across your face. You took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers and gently squeezing him, urging him to stand up. Your heart raced excitedly, and you couldn't help but bite your lip, trying to contain the overwhelming rush of emotions surging through you.

Kyle rose to his feet with ease, your warm hand in his, your excitement a palpable force between them. He followed your lead, allowing you to guide him to the bedroom. Kyle took a deep breath behind you as you gathered your toys, trying to steady himself. Kyle stepped closer, reaching out to gently trace the curve of your waist with his fingers.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered in your ear, his voice husky with want. “I want to make sure I do this right.” You shivered against him, and he pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist protectively.

“Do you think…” you began, your voice trembling. Kyle has always been gentle with you, consistently loving and caring, never wanting to cause you pain or discomfort. He was soft and sweet, especially at the end, prioritizing your needs over his own.

“You could be rough this time?” You fiddled with his fingers, unable to meet his gaze.

Kyle paused at your words, his gaze dropping to your entwined fingers. He had known you to enjoy gentleness and care, so your request caught him off guard, but it also intrigued him. He could tell you were nervous, your body trembling slightly against his, but he saw the longing in your eyes.

He tilted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with understanding. “If that’s what you want,” he said firmly. “But only if you trust me.” He let the weight of his words sink in, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation. He didn’t want to push your boundaries; he desired to give you pleasure.

“I trust you,” you promised, your voice small but heavy with desire.

Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips; you savored the taste of him before he pulled away. He looked behind you at your stash of toys, and you could feel your chest twisting with anticipation. He reached for one of the vibrators, turning it over in his hands and examining its sleek design.

“Show me what you like,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’ll follow your lead.”

You nodded, looking down at the wand in his hand, which he held so casually. You quickly began removing your clothes, starting with your shirt before shucking off your pants, leaving you in only your underwear. Hesitatingly, you took the toy from his hands before sitting back on your bed and staring at him.

Kyle’s eyes darkened, taking in every curve and crevice of your body. “Go on,” he said, his tone becoming more authoritarian. As he spoke, the velvety smoothness of his voice etched itself inside of you, twisting and curling until it was delicately wrapped around your soul, stealing your breath away.

You inched back even further before pressing the device’s button before releasing. Quickly, the wand buzzed to life, vibrating slowly in the palm of your hand. You looked up to him, suddenly feeling shy.

Sensing your apprehension, Kyle kneeled in front of you, his hands resting gently on your thighs, caressing the soft naked skin. His eyes fell from your face and landed on your chest. He inhaled, one hand reaching forward to cup your breast. You let out a small sigh at his touch, a whimper getting caught in your throat as his thumb brushed over your perk nipple.

With his other hand, he pulled yours toward you, urging the vibrator in your hand to press against your nipple.

“There,” he breathed, pressing it further as you whined at the sensation. “Sensitive?” he grinned. You stared down at him, his big brown eyes captivating you, enchanting you. You nodded silently, your other hand reaching out to touch him.

As Kyle watched you, his eyes filled with intensity, his free hand slid down to trace the waistband of her underwear. Studying for your reactions, he waited for your permission, his gaze flickering to meet yours, silently asking if he could explore further. When you nodded, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, teasing your clit lightly.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to hear you say it and know he was pleasing you.

“More,” you pleaded, your breath coming in unevenly and your panties dampened with your arousal. “I need more, please,” you whined. It felt good, really good. But it wasn't enough.

With a low groan, he pushed your underwear aside and slipped two fingers inside your warm, wet heat. He curled them slightly, hitting the spot he knew would send you spiraling. Your hips rocked involuntarily, meeting his rhythm. He watched your face contort in ecstasy, your eyes fluttering closed and your mouth forming silent pleas. He wanted to devour you, to taste your sweetness and hear you scream his name, but he held back, savoring this tender moment of vulnerability between you.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Yes!” You keened, pressing the moving wand against your clit. Your hips were bucking wildly.

As your breath grew heavier, he increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster. He could sense your impending climax building like a wave about to crash over you both. Just as you were teetering on the edge, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Your moan vibrated against his mouth, sending shockwaves through him.

You reveled in the moment's intensity, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. Kyle broke the kiss, his gaze locked onto yours, watching you ride the wave of pleasure. He felt your inner walls tighten around his fingers, your orgasm rolling over you in shudders. Your cries of release were music to his ears. Kyle smiled softly at you as your body relaxed against the bed. He removed the vibrator from your grasp and set it aside, trailing gentle kisses along your chest and abdomen.

His fingers remained inside you, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you. Kyle leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered sincerely. You blushed, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him into another kiss. He groaned as your nails scratched his scalp and shifted onto the bed, dragging you up further, barely breaking your kiss.

His tongue moved in sync with yours, sucking on your tongue and your lips as he took your wrists in his hands and placed them above your head.

“Keep these here, okay?” He commanded gently, his voice a soft rumble as he smiled down at you. You nodded your head in complacency, whimpering as he took your legs in his hands, pulling you closer and wrapping them around his waist. He quickly removed his shirt and pushed his pants down his thighs, his cock springing forward, erect and standing at attention. It bobbed against his lower stomach, already leaking pre.

His hand curled around the base, his smile dark as he looked down at you, flushed and submissive, with your hands obediently placed above your head.

“Such a good girl.” he purred. “Being so good for me.” You whined in response, your eyes glued to his twitching cock, already imagining how it's going to feel once it's inside.

Grabbing a pillow from above you, he placed it under your hips, supporting you with added comfort.

You swallowed thickly as he picked up the toy, switching it back on. He examined it for a moment before looking back down at you. “Don't worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

With another press of a button, the wand began vibrating faster, the buzzing growing louder in your ears before he pressed it against your clit, adding a bit of pressure before dragging it down your folds, teasing it over your hole before pulling it back up.

Wanton moans uncontrollably escaped from deep inside your chest, your legs kicking out at the sensitivity. “Wait, Kyle,” you pleaded, your body squirming, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

“No,” he answered, his eyes narrowing. “You asked me for this, remember?”

You tried squeezing your thighs shut, but he held one open, holding it to the surface of the bed.

“Put it in,” he commanded, his eyes looking to yours, his brow lifting when you didn't move right away. “Go on,” he reminded you, acting utterly unbothered by your inebriated state.

You whimpered but obliged, wrapping your hand around his veiny girth, sliding your hand across his tip to collect his essence, and dragging it back down to coat his cock for an easier entry.

As you guided him forward, he shifted his hips, leaning closer in his impatience. Once his tip caught, he didn't give you a single warning before he pushed forward and filled you up completely.

“Yeah…” he breathed, wholly entranced as you sucked him in with zero resistance, your gummy walls hugging his cock, clenching and unclenching as it beckoned him forward.

“That's it,” he smiled with an added groan, pushing his hips to the hilt, tossing his head back as you both moaned in unison. “Hold it steady,” transferring the toy back to you, he reached underneath your thighs and lifted until your ankles were resting by his ears.

At this angle, his tip was nestled right up against your sensitive spot, causing you to nearly scream when he immediately began battering his hips against yours, fucking you deep and rough just like you asked.

It wasn't long until you were cumming again, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you succumbed to the white-hot pleasure coursing through you.

“Yes! Fuck!” Kyle shouted as your pussy clamped like a vice around him, causing his hips to stutter. “God, your fucking pussy feels so good,” he whined, his eyes squeezed shut as his thrusts picked up in pace, losing their rhythm.

“One more…” he panted, his hand curling over yours, pressing the button once more until the wand buzzed at full speed. You practically screamed in response, pushing at his abdomen with one hand, trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure.

“I can't,” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Yes, you can, c'mon,” he growled, slapping your hand away. “Be a good girl; you can take it.”

You had no choice but to lay there as he fucks you until his pace slowed into deep grinds, circling his hips as his cock knocked around inside. His hand that was on your thigh pressed down against your lower stomach, applying just the proper amount of pressure as you neared your third release of the night.

“It's too much!” You squealed, your hands clawing at his forearms, trying to ground yourself to something. “Wait! I'm gonna pee!” You tried to warn him, kicking your legs out to try and get away, but he didn't budge.

“You're not gonna pee, baby,” he let out a breathless laugh, coming out of character momentarily. “Just trust me, remember?” his stoic gaze turned gentle once more before he pulled back, fucking into you at a much faster pace, chasing his high.

“Let go for me, c’mon.” he panted, his eyes screwing shut as his mouth fell open, expletives falling from his in deep shudders, sweat dripping from his brow and down his face.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, tossing your head back with a silent scream, arching your back almost painfully as clear liquid sprayed onto his abdomen and drenched the sheets below you.

“Holy shit,” he cursed, watching as you squirted all over him, some even reaching his chest as you pussy practically pinched him. “Fuck I'm gonna cum.” was all he said before thrusting into you one final time, shooting ropes deep inside of you with a groan that almost sounded painful.

“Turn it off!” You sobbed, trying to lift the device away from you. You gasped in relief as he took it away, tossing it somewhere onto your bed before he leaned over your body, taking your face in his hands as he kissed you.

You turned away with a whine, desperate for air, as he chuckled breathlessly. “Fuck that was good.” he sighed, pressing kisses to the column of your throat as he eased your legs back down onto the bed. You don't think you could've replied even if you wanted to.

“One more?” he teased, laughing at the pointed glare you shot at him.

“C’mon,” he grunted as he lifted you into his arms, walking towards your bathroom. “How ‘bout a bath?” he said, kissing your temple.

A bath doesn't sound bad at all.

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Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems ᡣ𐭩 Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kinktober Day X: Aphrodisiacs

summary: you and kyle try special chocolate tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, slapping, praise, degradation, p in v, fingering, rough sex wc: 2k

a/n: for the sake of time i had to cut it short but i may come back to change it up

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“Are you sure you wanna take these?” you asked, flipping the packaging over to the other side. Your eyes flickered over the ingredients.

“She said they were pretty potent.” You said, looking back up at your boyfriend sitting across from you. His infectious smile causes one of your own to bud on your lips. Heat rose to your cheeks as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“I’m sure,” he answered, shifting closer to you as he slipped the box from your hands. He reached inside, the plastic wrapping crinkling as he took them out. He pinched the seal on both sides, pulling it apart before turning it upside down. Two dark chocolate squares rested against his palm, connected by a thin line of chocolate.

You intently watched as he snapped them apart before placing one of them in your hand. You stared down at the chunk of candy, assessing it silently before looking back at him. He met your gaze, his eyes glancing from your palm to your face, seemingly waiting for your instruction.

“Should we try and see how long we can stay away from each other?” You inquired, grinning as you watched his reaction fall upon his face. “No?” You giggled as his brows pulled together as he prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, clearly considering your proposal. His usual soft brown gaze turned hard as he pierced you underneath his stare.

“Fine. But you won't last.” Kyle sniffed, raising the candy to his lips while waiting for you to do the same.

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed softly, the corners of your lips curling in a hint of amusement as you deliberately refrained from mirroring his movements. You sat still, waiting for him to respond, and playfully narrowed your eyes slightly in his direction.

“Because I have specific training–”

“So this is what you boys get up to for training?” You interrupted, subtly gesturing towards the chocolate in his hand.

“Maybe,” He smirked mischievously, his lips curling up at the corners as he shot you a playful wink. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he chuckled at your disapproving scowl.

“I’m just playin’ with ya’, love.” His touch was gentle as he patted your leg, and you could feel the warmth of his fingers as he dragged them up and down your skin.

“But I do have better self-control.” he pulled away, taking a generous bite of the dark brown square.

“We’ll see.” You held the piece of chocolate to your lips, savoring its rich aroma before taking a small bite. The firm, glossy shell yielded to the pressure of your teeth, releasing a burst of bittersweet flavor as it broke into delectable fragments.

It only took about half an hour for you to start feeling the effects: a warm ache sprouted between your legs, causing your thighs to press together to alleviate the discomfort. The warmth quickly spread throughout your body until you almost considered tearing off your clothes.

Knowing Kyle was sitting pretty right next to you burned even hotter. You contemplated forfeiting the challenge and having your way with him if only it weren't for your pride.

Kyle seemed to notice your subtle squirming in the dimly lit room. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he observed you, the faint sounds of your struggle music to his ears. He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. The corner of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile as he tried to gauge your reaction.

"Everything alright?" he asked coyly, his British accent a smooth melody in the silence. He set the glass down, leaning forward slightly to brush a stray lock of hair from your cheek. The warmth radiating off him only intensified the sensations coursing through you. "You look...flushed." He teased as eyes danced between yours, trying to read your reaction.

You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, and your pulse quickened in response. The game had begun, and you were ready to see how far you'd both go before surrendering.

“I’m fine,” you gently pushed his hand away, unable to bear the intensity of his touch. Feeling as though you might combust on the spot from the overwhelming rush of emotions, “you?”

Kyle chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting knowingly. He could tell you were affected, and that knowledge raced a thrill through you. He leaned backwards against the headboard, taking another slow, deliberate drink of his beverage while keeping you in his sight.

"Never better," he responded, his voice dropping a notch lower than usual, husky with unspoken desire. The sound of his voice had your thighs clamping shut and your teeth catching the skin of your lips. You knew he was watching, but you didn't care; you were so close to simply shoving your hands down your pants to touch yourself.

That’s not a bad idea. You thought to yourself, quickly sitting up to pull off your clothes until you were nude as the day you were born.

“Giving up already?” came his smug voice from behind you. You refused to dignify him with a response as you slipped your panties down your legs before settling back into bed, purposefully refusing to hide your naked body from his hungry gaze.

“I was just feeling a little hot,” you said after a moment, reaching your hands upwards to wrap around your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples as he watched.

“Fuck,” you whispered, arching your chest into your hands, kicking off the comforter still covering your legs. You smile in self-satisfaction once you hear Kyle let out a slow breath, trying to collect himself as he watches. You knew he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, no matter how much he tried.

You trailed your hands lower, scraping your nails against your skin until your fingers swiped over your wet folds, pressing the pads of your fingers against your pulsing clit, hips immediately bucking in response. You reached behind you, curling your fist into your pillow as you arched your back, whining as your movements picked up.

“Kyle,” you moaned, exposing your neck as you shifted your head to the side.

You shivered as he groaned your name, your pussy clenching in response. “You’re not playing fair,” he whined, followed by the rustle of fabric as he removed his clothes. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to resist his temptation.

“I didn't know there were other rules,” you huffed in amusement. The bed creaked, dipping low as Kyle settled his weight back onto it. He pushed closer before he leaned over you, his hand replacing yours.

“Let me,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. He brushed your hair aside and pressed a tender kiss to the sensitive spot below it as he began to work his fingers skillfully between your folds, drawing more wanton moans from your lips.

“Just like that, love?” he whispered as his thumb circled your clit as his fingers sank into your wet heat. You nodded, letting out another whine as you arched into his touch, chasing the unbridled pleasure igniting scorching flames underneath your skin.

Gaz’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as your body writhed beneath his touch. He increased the pace and pressure, determined to bring you to the brink. As he continued to tease your clit, Kyle leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers and moans. He felt your body tense, your muscles tightening around his fingers, and knew you were close. He thrust two fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit your G-spot, and you broke apart in his arms, your orgasm rolling over you like a wave. When your tremors subsided, he broke the kiss and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from damp skin.

You let out a startled yelp as Kyle flipped you over onto your stomach, reaching in front of you to grab a pillow before stuffing it underneath your hips.

“Fuck, I can't wait any longer,” he groaned, jerking his cock with one hand while he squeezed your ass, spreading it halfway as he pressed the tip of his cock to your leaky entrance and, without any more delay, pushing inside with a long, drawn-out moan. He immediately set a punishing pace, drilling his cock into your sopping pussy, both hands fully planted on your ass and pulling them apart to watch himself fuck you silly.

There were zero coherent thoughts in your mind; every word or sentence that could’ve formed had vanished entirely. You were a victim to your body’s desires, pressing your face into your pillow as you fucked yourself back on his cock, your muffled moans resounding in your head as he bullied himself in and out of your sensitive pussy.

You felt Kyle’s hand press against the top of your head, fingers curling into your scalp as he held you down. He anchored his foot against the bed, kneeling on one knee as he fucked into you deeper, debauched sounds escaping his mouth, noises you've never once heard him make.

“Oh, fuck yes!” he whimpered, tossing his head back as he panted, his balls tapping your clit with every rough and forceful shove into your wet and warm hole.

You tried to call his name, but there was no use; not only were you fucked incoherent, but there was no way he would be able to hear you as he practically suffocated you into the bed combined with the increasing volume of his voice, calling out your name like it was a prayer.

You were sure if he had tugged your hair back until your face met the ceiling, you would be screaming loud enough to alert the neighbors, and that would not end well for anyone, surely not yours.

Your fingers curled into the sheets below, your teeth latching onto the soft fabric as you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your orgasm began to build in your low abdomen.

“Fuck m’so close,” he gritted out between his clenched teeth, his nails digging painfully into your cheeks, but it didn't matter. All you could feel was his cock pistoning in and out of your soft walls, his cock punching against your sensitive spot with every harsh beating of his narrow hips against yours.

“Y’gonna take it? Huh?” he chuckled, the sound reverberating into your lungs as he panted deeply behind you, his fingers digging into your curls before tugging you upward. You cried out at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your hand grappling with his as you attempted to climb further up the bed.

“No, no, no, no,” he tsked, tugging you backward, wrapping his bicep around your neck as he pulled you into his chest. “Don't run away,” he growled, his teeth latching onto your ear as he pressed his weight onto you, trapping you against the bed.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take. What. I. Fucking. Give. You.” he punctuated each word with an upward sharp thrust, aiming for your G-spot each time.

You let out a garbled wail, your chest heaving with choked sobs until you reached your precipe with a silent scream, tasting the saltiness of your tears as they slipped into your gaping mouth.

“There you go, baby,” he purred, sucking on the skin of your neck as his pace increased, his hips stuttering as he neared his high. “Give it to me,” he grunted, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as your pussy convulsed around him, ensnaring his cock in a vice-like grip, refusing to let him go.

“Yes yes yes yes! Oh, Shit!” He cried out, wrapping his other arm around your middle, pulling your body even further towards him as he used you like a doll made specifically for him. He let out of final whine, fucking into you as he came, refusing to slow down as he filled you up with his cum.

“Take it. Fucking take it.” Kyle groaned, his hips slowing into a deep and harsh grind, circling his cock inside of you and laughing at your pathetic whimper. He landed a harsh slap on your ass, watching as it ricocheted in response before he pulled himself away to spread your cheeks apart, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you as his cum leaked from your hole.

You both took moments to catch your breaths, chests heaving in sporadic motions as sweat, tears, and combined bodily fluids stuck to your skin. You twisted your head to the side, cringing as you felt your hair was bathed in sweat.

“Does this mean I won?” You teased before letting out a cry when another swift blow landed on your already sore cheek.

“Ow!” You whined, reaching behind you to rub at your stinging skin, shooting Kyle an angry look as he laughed. “Brat.” he snorted before removing your hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“Tell your friend to get us some more.”

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This is stunning- Oorah! Anyone get the Oorah reference~?

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you were going to combust. you can feel it.

the zip ties on your legs had been cut loose. but you came to realize that it was not for your benefit. your legs had been slung over a pair of broad shoulders, toes curling on his back. Gaz worked his mouth over you, his tongue stroking firmly through your soaked folds.

the other Sergeant, a Scottish man with a mohawk and the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, fondled your breasts and whispered the dirtiest things to you, drawing you closer to your orgasm than ever before.

the largest man, the one wearing a skull mask, watched on while Price circled your no-good husband like a shark, looking for answers. "so who else knows about the safe house?"

"i didn't tell nobody!" came his irate voice as he struggled against his restraints. you hissed sharply when the heat slinks down to the base of your spine because of having your swollen clit sucked and swirled upon by a feverish mouth.

a long moan drawls out of you, your head tipping back. delirium is starting to take over your senses. it's been building and building and for a while, they've denied your body what it needs. but now— now you think you're careening right towards the edge.

and this time, they have no intention of stopping you from hurling over.

"Soap." Price calls out, not looking away from your husband.

the Sergeant pulled his mouth away from your breast while he still played with the other. you whimpered softly, legs jerking when Gaz's fingers grazed the deepest sensitive nerve he could find inside your throbbing cunt.

"dinnae think she'll last long, Captain." he sounds as wrecked as you feel. "her legs are tremblin'."

he wasn't lying. Gaz had his arms hooked around your thighs, to keep you still. you moaned helplessly as he swirled his tongue against your clit, the fire in your belly licking at your pelvis. you catch the fondness in his eyes when you looked down to watch him, to watch the way his tongue licked through your folds.

he was so good— so fucking good at what he does. you bet they all were in different ways. but Gaz is the first to have you like this, and that is something you'll hold dearly to your heart.

you think he knows it too. when they found out that you've never had your pussy eaten, not even by your sorry excuse of a husband, he was the first to volunteer. and he took the task very seriously.

Blair fumed in his chair, trying as best as he can to kick and scream, but to no avail. the chair only makes a loud sound when it scrapes against the floor, yet he does not get anywhere beyond that. "that is my wife, goddammit!"

"doesn't look like it from my perspective, mate." Ghost muses, tilting his head. you think he's smiling underneath that mask.

"last chance." Price leans to down to look at Blair. "who else knows?"

"i don't know!"

Price sighs and goes to stand behind the restrained man, gripping his hair tightly to make him look at you.

"when she comes in his mouth," he starts, eyes trailing to your dazed expression, to the your glazed eyes as he spoke loud enough for all to hear. "we're each going to take turns with her and we're going to make her forget that she's even married." Blair hissed, eyes widening when the grip in his hair grew tighter. "and we're going to make you watch every second of it."

"hell, that's if she'll even remember your name by the time we're done with her—" Ghost cuts off when you wail, your back arching off the chair while your toes curled deliciously.

you think your head blanked. dark spots clouded your vision as the ecstasy consumed you. Gaz held fast, groaning loudly into your cunt, keeping his thumb firm on your clit while you gushed eagerly in his mouth, prolonging your pleasure. you slumped over the chair, panting deeply, when the high slowly came to a stop.

"tha's a good fuckin' girl." Soap cheered with a wicked smile.

Price chuckled. "Soap, you're first. Gaz, you're next."

"no, don't you fucking touch her—"

you were delirious and dizzy when the zip ties on your arms got cut loose. for a moment, you felt weightless, a hand cradling your head when it lolled back until you were set down on a dark surface.

someone was touching your legs, spreading you open, fingers sinking into your pulsing cunt.

"Steamin' bloody jesus, Gaz." a voice groaned. "she's fucking soaked. what did ye do tae the poor lass?"

"just a little magic trick." a chuckle followed before you were yanked further on the edge of the hard surface.

it's a desk. you were lying on a desk. your husband's desk. your eyes fluttered open to find Soap's heated stare lingering on your breasts, his cock hard and a hand cupping its base as he glides it through your slick folds. your leg instinctively curled against his hip as he pushed inside, a weak mewl escaping you.

"fuck..." his head tilts back as he drawls before he immediately starts fucking you in earnest. you don't get a chance to breathe before the next orgasm starts building up in your veins.

he's rough with you, praising you for taking him so well. places a hand on your stomach before it trails to your breasts as his thrusts hammer against your throbbing walls with a glint in his eye. he plucks your nipples, painfully pulling them, grinning when you mewl and make weak attempts to shove at his hand.

you feel it coming all too fast, your breath seizing in your lungs as the pleasure overrides your system. he fucks you harder, a howl escaping his mouth when he cums inside you. he's so mean about it too, especially when he mocks your husband.

"she's so fucking tight when she cums." he pants, grinning. "bet ye've never felt tha', have ye?"

Gaz is a little softer with you. takes his time dragging his cock in and out of you, watching your expression twist to that of pleasure. but he's just as heinous to your spouse as Soap while moans spill out of your mouth.

"you've never made her sound like that, huh?" he scoffs, chuckling with a shake of his head. he wasn't referring to your moans, but the lewd squelches of your pussy as he jerks his hips. "some husband, you are. it's fucking pathetic."

you don't know why that made you clench tightly around him, but it takes him by surprise. "oh, you like it when we talk shit about him?"

and just like that, the small comment opens Pandora's box.

"such a good little wife you are, putting up with him." he says. "he doesn't deserve a sweet cunt like yours."

Ghost makes Blair listen to every one of those insults. how his cock was only ever good for nothing. wasted on a good pussy like yours.

"aww, gonna cry?" Gaz cooed mockingly when he saw Blair's cheeks flushed red from rage and his eyes were glazed with tears.

"what a muppet." Price muttered. "poor thing needed us to save her."

Gaz makes you sit up so he could still fuck you but pressed his lips your ear, whispering for only you to hear, "he doesn't deserve you, love."

that was what tipped you over.

your breath catches in your lungs as you hold onto him, his hips stuttering when your cunt squeezes him. he floods your pussy with a muffled groan against your shoulder. your heart ached when he lays you back down and slips out of you, pressing one last kiss on your lips and handing you over to the next man.

"oh, no, ye don't." you barely had the strength to shift your gaze to find Soap angling Blair's head towards you. "keep watching them do what ye couldn't do."

Ghost walks over to you, passing by Gaz, who pats his shoulder.

"go easy on her, Ghost." he says. "she's fragile."

"noted." the masked man replies before he reaches you.

you were a little scared when you noticed how broad he is up close. he slowly parts your legs, fingers dipping inside you for a moment, a small whimper leaving your throat.

"fuckin' hell." he drones hoarsely, eyes darkening at the cum dribbling out of you. "you boys did a number on 'er."

to your surprise, he flips you over and spreads your legs. he bends one of your knees on the table

"brace yourself, love." you barely had the time to hold onto the edge of the table. a squeak bursts out of you when you feel the tip slipping inside.

oh, he's big. you breathe through your nose, your forehead pressing against the table. he pushes in slowly, drawing a strained moan from you.

when he pulls back, you're allowed a moment of respite before his hips snap. a sharp cry is heard out of you as he settles inside your cunt, humming deeply as he relishes the feeling of you.

"taking me so well, love." he begins a low pace, letting you adjust to his size. his hand grips your neck and he pulls you close, your back to his chest, making sure your husband saw every detail. "did he fuck you like this, sweetheart?"

your spine prickles with heat as his thrusts continue to increase in speed. you moaned softly, his hand squeezing your neck while the other played with your breast.

you manage to shake your head, eyes rolling back as he flicked one nipple with his fingers. "no? well, that's a damn shame."

your eyes catch a glimpse of Gaz leaning back on the couch as his hand squeezes his cock while he watches. Soap palms his cock as he was standing behind Blair, whispering something in his ear that you couldn't quite catch. but the gleam in his eye when his gaze finds yours made you whimper.

you feel Ghost's lips at your ear. "if you were mine, i'd fuck you in every position ever known to man on ever piece of furniture in sight."

you whine at the idea. of being fucked like that. of being his. of being theirs.

it makes your cunt pulsate, makes you tremble in his grasp. "oh, fuck."

his hand slides down until— your eyes squeeze shut as a shaky moan leaves your parted mouth, "ah!"

the salacious noises are all you could hear besides his grunts in your ear. his fingers swirled around your clit until you squirmed and ached, clawing at the hand at your neck.

"cum on my cock, lovie." he urges softly. "make it yours."

you think you screamed when you plummeted to the abyss. you don't know. hard to hear above the ringing in your ears, but you felt it all. Ghost gently laid you down, your breasts mushed against the expensive wooden desk and turned your head just enough for Blair to take a good long look at your dazed expression.

all the while you felt Ghost's cock plunge in and out of you at a brutal pace, making you drool all over the table until his cum bursts deep inside your pussy. some part of you felt guilty for enjoying this. yet the other part enjoyed the way your husband's face crumpled at the sight of you.

not because you were being fucked by someone other than him. but because you liked knowing he was made aware of the fact that he couldn't fuck anyone to save his own life.

"saved the best for last." you heard Ghost's voice.

you panted softly as you waited. Ghost's cum leaked out of you, dripping on the desk. you didn't think you could take much more.

you thought Price was going to take you from behind like his Lieutenant did, but no. he gently flips you on your back, eyes immediately dipping to your messy cunt.

"pretty little thing, ain't she?" he muses.

"damn right, Captain." you heard Gaz's voice, his breaths a little unsteady from where he is. "feels like a fucking dream too."

"is that right?" a dark chuckle follows the rhetorical inquiry. he's then interrupted by faint struggling, eyes shifting to what you assume is your husband.

his screams are muffled this time. you crane your view just in time to see him getting smacked in the face by Soap.

"keep him quiet." Price commanded. "i want to enjoy this as much as you boys did."

your eyes widen when he lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder, faint rustling sounds and a belt clinking. your eyes drop low to find the red tip smearing all over the mess the others left on your folds before he taps the head on your clit a few times.

your toes curled and your head softly falls back on the desk. he presses inside just a bit, causing you to wince, the stretch a little overwhelming already. "relax a bit for me, darlin'."

he pushes deeper, your hand presses against his stomach as you whined, "i can't—"

"yes, you can, love." he draws back, giving you a moment to breathe. "just one more, come on." your eyes peered open and you found his gaze. "one more and we'll have a nice bath drawn for you and then we'll put you to bed."

you don't know how you've lasted this long. you don't even know if you're still going to be alive by the time he's done with you.

he held your gaze as he dragged his cock inside, prompting a lewd moan from you. one snap of his hips and you were already clenching down on him.

"fuck, gonna cum f'me already, love?" he hums before throwing your other leg over his shoulder and bends you in half. "we're just getting started."

a broken sound comes out of you when he really starts to fuck you like he means it. the position allowed him to sink in so deep in the way that's going to haunt you for weeks.

he rocked his hips, each thrust had you gasping for air and clawing at his arms, stroking your sensitive walls like he wanted to carve himself into you forever. your weak cries didn't go unheard as you tried to shift away from the way his cock rammed into the deepest, most sensitive nerve.

"take it, darling." his hands grip your hips, his pace becoming more brutal, a white ring gathering at the hilt of him.

"please—" you mewled, but you don't know what for.

"take everything i give you. which is more than your husband ever did." he groaned when you tightened around him, reaching a hand between your bent legs to rub your clit.

heat flared all too rapidly and you felt like you imploded. your back arched as he pressed a firm hand on your stomach, groaning out loud as your pussy spasmed around his hard shaft. your mouth hung open but not a sound came out of you as his rapid thrusts dragged out your high.

you heard a hoarse shout and the sensation of his hot cum shooting into your pussy before you blacked out.

you woke up later on the softest bed in an unfamiliar room, wrapped in a fluffy pink gown. you smelled like shower gel and your skin didn't feel as sweaty and icky as you expected it to be. exhaustion had long settled into your bones, so you don't feel like getting out of bed.

someone opens the door and enters holding a tray filled with food. it's Gaz. he smiles as he puts down the tray on the dresser. "you must be hungry."

you think you might get used to this for a little while.

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COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

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One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Undercover (Requested)

What Kinks?

What Kinks? (2)

Their Fave Part of your Body

Intrigued (Requested)

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley

König

Captain John Price

BABES I'M GAGGED. PEGGING KONIG!? yes. always yes. LKHIHFIDHSFIHUFHD I'M DROOLING.

SUBMISSIVE COD MEN HEADCANONS

⭐featuring; simon 'ghost' riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, phillip graves, rodolfo 'rudy' parra, alejandro vargas, konig, keegan russ, logan walker, david 'hesh' walker (part 1)

ghost: i genuinely think he enjoys being a sub, but he'd never admit it because of his ego. soap: #1 brat! he'll act certain ways to piss you off throughout the day, so you have no choice but to be rough with him. 90% masochist, 10% sadist and prove me wrong. come on! but, he's a total whore for being used, do whatever you want. but his personal favourite is when you tie his hands above his head and ride his cock, bonus points if there's a blind fold and a gag. the way his veiny, thick arms are on display, a bushy happy trail leading to his twitching cock. and don't get me started on recording, nothing turns him on more than having himself recorded and being threatened to have it used as 'blackmail'. he knows you'd never actually do that, but just some extra fun! gaz: he'll act like your best boy just so he can be rewarded at the end with no debate or question, he'll do it for you. his guilty pleasure is pegging, at first he was unsure & took a bit to get him properly stretched out, but at the end it was all worth it - the way his spine curved so beautifully as you roughly hit his soft spots whilst whispering sweet nothings is enough to make him act stupid with his stupid higher pitched, soft voice compared to how he normally sounds, that smooth and low voice. oh and he's vocal, such whiny & whimpery babbles as he foolishly rambles about how 'good it all feels' with a silly grin. it's almost pathetic but you can't help but find it endearing in a way :) price: i'm sorry to disappoint but he would NOT be a sub. just kidding! everyone's a little sub deep down. but in order for him to sub, he'd need to be DESPERATE. he'd have to be away from you for such a long time that rough sex turns to longing sex. he'd sub without even noticing, letting you take the reins. his favourite thing when he subs is eating you out/giving you head, his big hands holding your thighs and legs as he nuzzles the side of his face and beard against your thigh like a one dollar whore. he's so gentle and soft with you like he's genuinely scared of hurting you, it'd seem impractical to be rough with him :( graves: anyone who looks at graves and think he's just a dom is completely out of their mind. no way you look at that white boy and think; "yeah, that's a dom". he acts like he doesn't like to sub but his pathetic whimpers & all his messages begging you to touch him later prove wrong. he's so used to being praised by the shadows, so when you humiliate and degrade him, it feels foreign and definitely turns him on. what makes him go crazy is if you tie his hands behind his back and put on a show for him where you're so close yet so far. best part is, giving him permission to touch himself, but he can't! it's such a condescending, asshole move but watching him squirm is just too fun.

rudy: rudy is your personal slave basically, worshipping you like you're a god/ess sent from above. he'd do almost anything for you. and he stays on his knees until you're fully satisfied, keeping his big brown eyes on your pretty face, analyzing each movement and crinkle in awe. most of his praises and pleas will be in spanish, something like "dios mío, amor. please just let me cum." whilst he's palming his clothed cock, his fingers working hard for you and his knees aching on the floor. he loves communication and sweet talk, maybe TOO much. so to shut him up sometimes you gotta shove your panties or boxers in his mouth ;( konig: def takes it in his ass, no debate 🤷‍♀️ his fav combo is sweet praises but rough, mean actions. pegging him mercilessly or tugging on his collar as you ride his face whilst his weeping, leaky red cock is begging for attention - all will be forgiven when you call him your good boy :(. but being humiliated is his guilty pleasure. gag him, blindfold him and use him! he secretly looves roleplay, especially something nasty like kidnapper x victim. keegan: massive rope bunny who loves to be tied up and restricted. he especially loves it when you leave marks all over him, digging ur nails into his shoulders and maybe even drawing a little blood. it turns him on beyond belief to be fucked in a vulnerable state of his where he can't move and his mouth is covered, wrists and ankles tied with Hesh next door - he must stay quiet like a good boy and just take it!

Where I Need You Most

smut I guess??? I didn't know??!!! Mind you I don't really write things like this and have never written a fanfic before so beware!!!!! If I do post this mdni for posts like this I guess??!! Smut under the thing,

also this is pointed towards my fellow trans-guys, cus we need more content and Gaz needs more content so why not right?? And this is where the reader has already gotten top surgery and is on testosterone!! And there is gonna be praise and degrading and a little bit of a sir kink so if you don't like that then you don't have to read it, it's fine!!!

↓↓↓↓song I suggest!!↓↓↓↓

You looked at Gaz, the way he looked so nice and sweet and god you could go on about him for years, but right now you had to do a de-brief after the mission. Damnit though, he looked so pretty with his perfect skin, and strong arms, and his cute little accent, he was fucken' perfect.

"Okay everyone, I know a lot of you are tired so I will let you go, good job on the mission and get some sleep soldiers." Captain Price said, picking up the papers on the desk and going up to leave.

You quickly grabbed Gaz's arm and walked towards your room, not even looking at Ghost and Soap, when you got to your room you pushed Gaz against the door, making sure to lock it, you looked down at Gaz and smiled, his face looking so perfect with his smile.

"Hey my love.." you said as you pushed your head into his shoulder, finding comfort by him.

"lovie, are you really that needy for me?" He teased as his hands went to your waist, holding and caressing it.

"mmf.." You said with a nod, although it was muffled because you were pressed so close to his shoulder he could still hear your pretty little whimper.

"Aww, maybe I should make you cum, is that what you want lovie?" He teased as his hands went up your shirt, squeezeing your perfect tummy

You nodded as best you could in your position, a small "yes sir..!" Was heard, it sounded heavenly to Gaz's ears

"fuck...Yea? You want me to make you cum? Make you so messy?" He asked as he picked you up and sat down on your old bed and moved you so you were straddling his waist, his hands moving close to the part you needed most, but his hand stopped right next to it.

"please Gaz, I need you, need your hands please..!" You begged, your hips moving to try and get any kind of friction

"ohh boy, do you need it that bad? Huh boy?" He teases as he looked you in the eye before taking off your shirt. "Can I take off your shirt, my boy?"

You nod and just take it off for him, your cheeks getting slightly hot at the fact that he's seeing you, even if he has before it's still so sureal.

"oh good boy." he traces your top surgery scars gently, making sure to not hurt them, he looks at you with want in his eyes. "Don't be shy, look at me my love." He says as he moves your head by your chin to make you look at him.

You smile and start to take off your pants, throwing them on the floor, you guide his hand to your cunt, the only thing separating his hand and your wet pussy is your boxers, but they do have a little opening by your crotch, made for peeing, but you want to use it for another purpose. "C'mon please touch me..! I've been such a good boy..!" You whimper and beg.

Gaz grins, he starts to rub your clit through your boxers, there's already a small wet patch on them, showing just how needy you are. "Aww my boy is so wet, such a needy little slut.." He teases while rubbing your T-dick faster, making you even more wet.

"Fuck..! Yes sir I'mma slut.!" You whine as you grind on his fingers. "Wan' yer' cock please sir!" You beg him.

"Oh you want my cock? Want me to fill you up? Make you a slutty fucken' mess? Is that what you want?" He says as he moves you for some seconds so he can take off his pants and boxers, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum from you, he sits you right next to his dick, wanting to take this by your pace. "C'mon, you can touch it.." He says with a breathy voice, so full of desire towards you.

"its so big..!" You whisper as you stroke his dick gently, you swiftly take off your boxers and start rubbing his tip on your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your own juices, getting you to moan.

"yea it is, is it to big for your tight little hole?" He said as he grabs his dick and starts to rub your T-dick faster, making him groan.

You start to push his dick in your tight hole, and although it stung it still felt amazing, you slowly got to his base and sat there for some seconds, getting normalized to his size, once you do you start to ride him, not bring the best at it though, so you look at Gaz for directing.

"baby boy do you want my help to ride me? Don't worry I'll help you." He says as he grabs your waist to help you up and down on his big cock. "Gonna make a mess out of you little slut."

You moan and move your head to rest on his chest, feeling so good and overflowed with pleasure.

Your ass bouncing on Gaz's dick mixed with the sounds of your cunt, makes so much noise, fueling both you and Gaz's adrenaline.

"Gaz, fuck I feel so good..never felt this way, wanna cum, please make me a mess..!"

That right there made Gaz ram his cock into your soaking wet cunt, him already feeling close with all the teasing beforehand, and he knows that you feel the same, he starts to kiss your neck, leaving marks so the 141 knows that your *his* and *only his*

"mm, fuck I'm gonna cum, wanna cum so bad sir..!" You moan and clench around him. "Cum inside me please sir, wanna be full of you..!"

"do it, cum around my fucken' cock, god yea.." Gaz moans and thrust up into you one last time before you both cum. "Good boy..such a good boy me.." He whimpers.

"fuck its so good, so full.." you mumble, absolutely exhausted but still there, you hug Gaz tightly and start to fall asleep.

Gaz gets up and starts to clean your body and his, making sure to make you comfortable, he then tucks you in right next to him, you immediately cudling him, then he falls asleep.

This was probably terrible lolz thank you tho

Gaz fics by other creators

Red= dark fic

Orange- fem reader

Green- g/n Reader

Purple- male reader

? - I'm not exactly sure

(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)

Merman gaz - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Love letter to gaz - @boolger

Hindsight - @xoxunhinged

Desperation - @batfleshh

Hindsight - @xoxunhinged ?

Reluctancy - @ram-bam-writes

Espresso martinis - @imperihoe-writes

Pretty boy - @aethelwyneleigh27

Boyfriend gaz - @ace-inthehole

Ur alive - @mockerycrow

Neighbor gaz - @astroknottt

Better not to know .2 - @random-thot-generator

Doll hyper fixation - @celestialprincesse

Yours to tame - @spicyspiders

Falling asleep on him - @witchthewriter (tf141 included)

Hoodie - @spicyspiders

Only you -@roosterr

The edge of chaos - @ethereal-night-fairy

Welcome home wash day -@kyletogaz

Shaken not stirred - @391780

Cowboy gaz - @agoofyannoyancetolaw

Situationship Kyle - @kyletogaz ?

Rough day - @princeguri66

Under ur spell - @groguspicklejar

It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries (tf141 included)

Manscaping - @tfone4one

Lavender skies - @yeyinde

Whiskers & Wishes - @sageyxbabey

Single dad Kyle - @xoxunhinged

Pornstar gaz - @cordeliawhohung

Mafia gaz - @writingfromasgard

Gaz healthy relationship- @thegnomelord

Dividers by - @cafekitsune

Header by - @sonizitos

EVERYONE DROP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND READ THE NEW SERIE💓❤️❤️🤩🤩

NETFLIX AND CHILL | Series Finale - 141

team bonding is a group effort. and surely, this exercise together will bring you all a lot closer. but before that we need to make sure everyone gets a go. just to be fair.

[watch history | mdni 18+ | afab!reader]

you thought that maybe a night in with the team would be a wholesome experience. that this little get together where all of you were in the same room for something other than a meeting was going to be so nice. i mean, it is really nice. but you'd assumed that it'd be different.

you'd asked what movie you were going to be watching. gaz and price had exchanged some sort of look. immediately, that clued ghost into something while soap remained curious with you.

"it hasn't come out just yet," gaz says with a reassuring smile.

"heard it was going to be a real good one," price huffs in mock disappointment. you hum and purse your lips, trying to decipher what this all means.

"so... what are we going to do about that?"

"means we're going to make one," ghost pipes up from his armchair in the corner.

and that's how you've found yourself spread wide open in gaz's lap. he's got your back to his chest and cupped your face to he can start making out with you. his tongue swirls against yours so gently you'd think he was timid and shy. but comes the little nip to your bottom lip and you can tell he's just being sly. it serves as a nice distraction as you don't realize his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. you let out a whine when those expert fingers start rubbing at you over your underwear. for sticking his hand down your pants, you'd think that he would also go past your underwear. ever the tease, gaz continues to stroke you through the cloth.

"fuckin' hell," soap groans out when you roll your hips into gaz's hand with some dazed look on your face. he takes a look at price and ghost who are intently watching you with darkened eyes. seeing as nobody else has made a move on you, soap tries to step forward but is stopped by ghost. soap nearly whimpers at that.

"everyone'll get their turn, johnny. but you'll have to wait. with a libido like yours, you'll wear that pussy out before the rest of us can get a taste." soap grumbles and crosses his arms. ghost grips him by the back of his shirt to slam him down into his lap. "'sides. get out of the way. you're blocking the tape."

at that, you separate from gaz's lips to see that price is standing next to this little tripod. there's a blinking red light that seems to be in time with the way gaz taps at your nub every other second. he grins at the way your breathing slows. you think you should feel so embarrassed at the way all eyes are on you and you're sure that the camera is zoomed in on either your face or the moving bulge in your pants from gaz's teasing fingers. price had always been quite artistic with his angles.

"yeah?" gaz whispers in your ear. his fingers dig under the sides of the crotch of your underwear to spread your folds underneath, makes the cloth cave in the middle so it sticks against your clit and your slit with the way he presses it harder against you. "you like the camera, hm?"

gaz starts pressing harder against your pussy, like he's fingering you through your underwear. you make a sound of dissatisfaction because of the barrier between your cunt and his fingers. you're drenched at this point and your underwear is sticking against you so uncomfortably. his fingers glide up and down that smoothed down path between your damp folds. every time those long fingers of his swipe upwards, he catches the underside of your clit snd makes your legs nearly clamp shut in an attempt to trap him there so he can keep playing with your clit.

"c'mon, give us a smile," price teases you. you bite your lip because it seems like now is a great time for gaz to drive his fingers into your clit. you moan out when he starts to rub his fingers in little circles on you. you're so wet that you can hear it even through all the layers of clothing.

"fuck. you getting this, captain?" gaz asks while kissing into your shoulder. "beautiful sight that is."

"would look better with a clear view," soap grumbles. he lets out a hitched breath and you look over to see that he's in the same situation as you. ghost has his hands down soap's cargos and is slowly jerking him off. soap has his hands clenched around the edges of the armrests while he watches you.

"patience, johnny." gaz pinches your clit between two fingers while ghost casts a steely gaze at you. it's like he's totally unaware at the way you're squirming in gaz's lap with how he locks eyes with you. "you'll get to unwrap your present soon enough."

"actually," price pipes up with a knowing grin. "gaz, why don't we give 'em a show. just like you talked about, hm?"

"aye, captain."

gaz gives your clit a tap as if that's your cue. you still understand when you stand up and let him pull down your bottoms. he leaves you in your underwear, still. but the very clear outline of your pussylips through the cloth is what has ghost's eyes finally trailing downwards and soap gulping.

"need you to stop teasing me, gaz," you turn over your shoulder with a slight glare. gaz chuckles and rises so that he's behind you and hugging your hips so that your arms are trapped to your sides.

"careful what you wish for," he grunts out.

you hadn't noticed that he'd pulled his pants down to reveal his long cock. how he revealed it? by sticking it right between your thighs. always been long enough to poke through the little gap he creates between your legs by shoving his dick through them. the head pokes out in between and rubs along your clothed core as he thrusts back and forth your soft thighs.

you whine out when you feel the drag of his cock against your parted folds. you want to grab out at him, but gaz keeps panting into your neck and holds you tightly still. keeps those arms pinned to your sides so you can only reach back and claw at his thighs.

"how you doin', love?" price calls out. the camera is angled downwards now and you're sure that it's able to pick up the shine of gaz's precum pebbling out of his slit and leaving a sticky mess in between your thighs.

an arm manages to weasel its way to your front to rub at gaz's tip every time it comes forward. you don't care that you're blocking the clear view of gaz's dick parting your folds. don't care how you're hiding the sight of your palm swirling against the creamy head of it and making him hide his scrunched up face in your neck. it's clear the others don't care about your hand being in the way either because the look on your face is so much better.

"mmh," you whine out. "need more."

"hear that, gaz?" price growls out.

"loud and clear, sir!" he manages to call out through a moan. you wait in anticipation as gaz pulls back enough to align his dick to you better. you're not sure how he's going to start fucking into you like this without having moved your underwear to the side, but you realize that he had no intentions to at all.

"mm, always liked that long cock, did you?" ghost rasps out. "reaches in you so deep." then ghost lets out a low rumble when he sees gaz's cockhead peeking through the front of your underwear. "bet you wish he was in even you at all."

like his hand, making a very present bulge in your underwear as he starts fucking against you again. he slides his dick between your folds with no restrictions now. he coats himself in your slick.

"this fucking pussy," gaz moans out. the cock between your thighs, rubbing against your pussy and dragging across your clit. "god, fuck. love me a good pussyjob."

you hang your head to see the way his cock nearly bursts through your underwear. it smears his precum all over the front of you and it leaves a clear mark of him. you're sure if you touched the damp smear, you'd be able to collect a little pool of his cum there. gaz starts speeding up his hips against you with a clear slapping sound of his hips against your ass.

he's close to cumming and the thought of that makes you throb. gaz feels this and lets out a whiny moan, one that rivals your own. his hips stutter and the frantic fucking he does against you has his tip slipping out through the side of your underwear. he didn't need to move them to the side after all. now it's like before as his cock was sliding against your cunt but now he's directly against it. the length of it stays trapped there thanks to your underwear keeping him locked against you.

"you gonna give us that pretty sight?" ghost coaxes. soap still sits squirming in ghost's lap, trapped there with a single arm around his waist and bucking his hips to follow the movements of ghost's palm. you know that the way soap is moving has him grinding against ghost. he's raring to go. you know once he gets to you, he's not going to be able to stop. the only thing keeping soap at bay is the harsh command of his superiors. doesn't stop him from whimpering like a spoiled puppy.

"come on, lovely. lets see you cum." price, ever so patient, does not touch himself. "know you can do it without a dick inside you."

"you'll get a reward if you do," ghost promises.

that spurs you on and gaz picks up the pace. there's a wet slide against your pussy and you know you're done for by the heated stares from the other three men before you. even as price doesn't do anything but watch you, it does nothing to hide the straining his dick does every time you moan out. soap watches your tits bounce from the rough thrusting gaz does to you. you're sure that ghost looks just about ready to finish the job for gaz in just a bit.

and on that note, you find your legs quivering from the rough grinding of his cock against your folds. with a drawn out moan, you're cumming with your cunt throbbing over gaz's shaft. he feels every time your walls spasm and groans out. he reaches around to quickly pull your underwear back over his tip as he releases messily into it to save everyone from cleaning up his mess.

"mm, love the feel of this pussy," gaz pants as he takes both hands to soothingly rub up and down your sides. ghost makes soap get up so he can saunter over to you. "love being inside it even more. but i'll have to wait another time it seems."

"at ease, sergeant," ghost towers over the both of you. you gulp as gaz leaves you with the taller man, making sure to press a gentle kiss into your temple before he does. gaz's warmth is gone from your back but you still feel hot. ghost chuckles when he sees you quivering and presses slow fingers against your mound. "gaz did a number on you, eh?"

"yes, sir." he hums and helps you slip out of your stick underwear. with lithe fingers, he spreads you open so he can collect your slick and start smearing it around. you groan as he starts playing with you again. what you'd give to have him inside you. but you're too impatient for his fingers. "please, need your cock."

"do you now?" ghost grabs one of your thighs to wrap it around his hip. "greedy cunt, this is. needs two cocks on it to feel satisfied."

you bite your lip and look at ghost pleadingly. "please. can't do another one standing. not sure i can take it."

eyes glimmering with amusement, ghost chuckles and kisses your forehead. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"m'kay," he nods. he pats your bum and prepares you. "up. i've got you."

you grab his shoulders to assist in bringing you higher as you jump up and wrap your legs around ghost's waist with his assistance. you're grateful for him listening to your request. honestly, you were sure that you'd collapse having to take his fat dick in you. by contrast, ghost's dick is shorter than gaz's. but it's a hell of a lot thicker. he stretches you out while gaz normally reaches as far as he can inside. best of both worlds.

"make sure not to block that sweet pussy this time," price reminds the two of you. ghost spreads his legs to properly brace you and hold you up.

"will do," he affirms, mainly to you. he grins at you in a way that has you a tad nervous for what's to come next. make a movie, they said. and you've yet to reach the climax (not including yours).

ghost slips his dick from his trousers and you're not surprised to find it already hard and at attention. you can feel it as he uses one hand to slap it against your ass. it makes sticky sounds every time it hits you from where your juices have dripped downwards. not to worry. ghost makes sure to keep it all in one spot as he gathers the most of it on his tip and easily slides inside. you moan out in relief, finally having something to fill you out.

"that's it," gaz grins at you from the side. "feel good? better now after all that teasing?"

"nothing's better than you, gaz," you say with a loving pout. he blows you a kiss and ghost grunts while adjusting you.

"we'll see," gaz teases. he can see the way ghost is trying to hold back for a little longer. although he's the one buried deep inside you right now and making your head spin, he's never been one to try to demand your attention from others.

you press a chaste kiss against ghost's lips and he gives you a soft smile. "ready?"

"mmhmm," you hum and are cut off when he starts slamming your hips up and down his shaft. he's brutal with it. yeah, you're definitely glad that you're not standing. every time your hips are brought down to his, your legs kick out from the force you're coming down. his cock is so fat. feels so good. you're pretty sure you're saying those words out loud since ghost laughs at you and keeps it up.

"like tha'? like my cock fucking into you like this? got nowhere to go, this sweet pussy. nowhere to go but on my dick," ghost growls out. all that soft gazing from just a moment before is replaced by this hungry animal of a man. you let loose a long groan and feel your next orgasm coming up a lot sooner than the other.

ghost grips your ass tightly and manhandles you. he's made quite a show before to prove how much weight he can handle with those hip thrusts. made sure to train for a moment like this so he can ensure you're fucked into oblivion at this position.

"fuckin'..." you huff out and lean back. your arms are wrapped around his neck to keep you from falling over and ghost bares his teeth at you in an attempt at a grin. "feel so full. stretching me out."

"taking him so well," price coos at you. he's wearing a proud smirk on his face as he watches your face contort in pleasure as your clit grinds against ghost's pelvis. that rough patch of hair feels so good against you as he makes sure to grind into you to keep up the stimulation on your clit.

"when's it going to be my turn, lt?" soap complains. he's behaving well, leaving his cock untouched even though he wasn't asked.

"patience, sunshine." price heads towards you while motioning for soap to get up. "someone's got to take care of the camera."

soap scoffs but gets up anyways. "why can't gaz do it?" soap makes sure to zoom in on your face while you're completely taken over by bliss. ghost's cock starts twitching inside you and now it's his legs that might give soon. pussy too good that he needs to set you down. you're sat on the couch with ghost still plugged inside of you. he starts a slow pace while price comes up next to you.

"someone's got to keep you in line," gaz quips with an easy smile.

"give me a hand, sweetheart?" price has unbuckled his belt and slipped that pretty dick out. it bobs heavily from the weight of it and the tip flares out temptingly for you to cup in your palm. almost as if he's too impatient for you, price takes your hand and places it on his dick. he guides you up and down. has you really feeling his warm cock in your hands.

"come on," ghost grits out while trading between fucking you in quick, short bursts and then that harsh grinding against you. "want to feel this pussy cumming down on me."

"don't you want that?" price tempts you. "once you cum 'round him, he'll fill you up nice and pretty. flood that pussy like it deserves."

"then you'll finally be able to give that one a chance," ghost cocks his head towards soap.

"been waiting patiently for you, bonnie," soap warns you. it's a statement charged with a lot of sexual tension. the others tried to give you a buffer between you and him. knew that if he got to you first there'd been no chance for them to even have a thought of fucking you. he's a hog, what can i say. all he wants is to be buried in that pussy. but with the added desperation of having to wait so long for you... he'll probably blow his load the moment he sinks balls deep into you.

"give us a second, johnny," ghost chuckles. he watches the way your pussy splits wide open for him as he keeps plunging in and out.

you're focused on the feeling of ghost's dick plowing into your cunt while price does the work jerking himself off with your hand. you have half a mind to clench your fist on occasion so price's dick has the nice squeeze. but still feeling left out, price slips out of his pants so he can throw a leg over your head.

"what?" you blearily get out once you realize that price now has his dick in front of you. ghost's rough thrusting doesn't slow down as he watches the older man tap his dick against the seam of your lips.

"seem a little preoccupied," price says. "what... to drunk on his cock to think properly? or did you just want a dick in you that badly that you can't focus on anything else?"

"m'sorry," you mumble out and look up at him while he cups your face gently.

"you want a dick so bad why don't you take two?"

you open your mouth obediently for him to slide in against your tongue. price groans out and runs a hand across your scalp while he starts to slowly move his hips back and forth.

"but don't forget about me," ghost says with a little smack against your clit. you whine against price's dick and the two men groan. you hear another one echo in the background. it's not hard to figure out that gaz has started jerking off to the sight, turned on once more by this erotic display of ghost fucking your pussy and price now fucking your mouth.

soap still remains untouched with a gaze unwavering.

you grip at price's ass and dig your nails into him while he increases the pace. he's heavy on your tongue and the taste of him dragging across your cheeks is heavenly. it's too hard to focus between him and the way ghost suddenly starts thumbing at your clit. cock unmoving inside your pussy save for the light grinding he does, he's determined to make you cum around him without much movement. saving it for soap it seemed. how considerate.

but price has no intentions of leaving you a voice left. two large hands cup both sides of your face and hips start bucking into you quickly. those heavy balls of his slapping against your chin with how violently he swings his hips. god, and the smell of him? you think this should be disgusting. getting off on your captain's scent of his cock while he's growling and grunting and groaning all because you decided to graze your teeth against his cock.

"fuck, sweetheart. got some bite to you," price groans out. you peer up at him and moan out as ghost circles his hips nicely against you. once again, it's that look that'll do him in. can never get enough of those eyes peering up at him in submission as you take his cock in your mouth. "gonna take it, right? gonna be good and swallow what i give you?"

"mhmm," you whine out. the vibrations against price's shaft make him groan out and he gives you a couple more thrusts against those swollen lips before pulling out to spurt his seed all over your tongue.

while you're eagerly awaiting him to drain his balls into your mouth, ghost starts pinching and rolling at your clit with more fervor. he's not too far behind either given that he's been holding off his orgasm for a while. always lets the captain cum first.

"just like that," ghost hums as you clench around his dick, choke it with how tightly you squeeze it. the low register of his voice makes you think you're feeling the vibrations of his chest in your clit. to add onto that, he makes sure to spread your folds out more so your clit is more accessible. "cum for me. cum for the camera, come on."

you do as ordered and can't help the way your cunt starts egging on ghost's cock to cum as well. price gets off you and wipes the remnants of cum from your mouth while watching your hips jerk against ghost's dick as you're cumming around him. ghost just watches you fuck yourself through the orgasm, still unmoving inside you. he lets himself go with an easy orgasm while cupping his balls and dragging yours out by gently swiping your clit back and forth with two thick fingers. his orgasm isn't as violent as the others and he easily drips cum into you while slowly pulling out.

still saving that for the main event, after all. you can cum from some nice, hard fucking from soap. you can feel his strong bursts of seed into you properly. you can take it.

it's not a second later before ghost is pulling out of you that soap is immediately slotted between your hips. you think you're nearly given whiplash from how fast he cages you against the couch, one hand wrapped around your throat with a menacing glare.

"you ready to take me?" he checks in with you. he spares no mind to the other still in the room. his entire focus has been on you and only you this entire time.

"fuck me, johnny," you whimper out. he smiles, snarls at that. soap plunges forward to kiss you and lick all around your lips. it's messy and wet. you don't have much energy or pace to match the way his tongue intertwines with yours, pushes it out of the way so he can lick out anything left of price in your mouth. that way he can replace it all with his spit, with his taste. him, him, him. soap is on a mission to make up for the lost time. he's going to remind you exactly why they needed to keep him off you for some time.

"will do, bonnie. will do. promise."

he maneuvers you so that you're now laying down against the cushions, no longer sitting up. you're entirely trapped this way. with the back of the couch to one side and soap's burly biceps blocking any view of the outside as it's placed by your head. one of your legs is trapped against his side, pinned to the couch, while the other is wrapped around his waist with your heel digging into his back. soap crowds your space and gives you no breathing room. you wouldn't have it any other way.

the hand on your throat remains, with gentle squeezes every now and then to keep your attention. you gasp when he gives you a testing squeeze before sliding the hand down so he can line up his cock with your gaping hole. there's a mess of gaz and ghost's cum smeared all around you. but like his intention with replacing price's cum with the taste of him, soap plans to stuff you to the brim and make sure it's his load you feel inside of you. he's going to mark you up, paint those walls white.

"got a good angle?" soap growls out while barely turning over his shoulder. gaz hums after having set the camera to the angle by your pussy. gives it a clear, front row view of how hard soap is going to fuck you.

"just don't make too much of a mess," gaz jokes.

"no promises," soap huffs out. he turns back to look at you and grins. "good?"

you nod at him and wait with baited breath for him to sink in you. and once he does? oh. you're sure that you were stretched out so much by ghost's cock already. but nothing could compare to the veins on his dick. the texture of it is delicious. you can still feel every inch of him regardless.

"fuck, johnny," you keen as he grinds his hips against you. can't form a coherent sentence after that. you're effectively fucked out from before, but soap has plans to fuck you dumb.

"yeah? keep talking. wanna see if you still can."

soap starts slamming his hips up and down against you in these rough thrusts. you groan out, babbling all sorts of nonsense to him in an attempt to heed his request. but there are no actual words coming out of those lips. just short sounds that escape you in little huffs every time he bounces his hips off yours. it's a fucking so hard, so brutal that it quite literally takes the air out of your lungs.

"mm, pussy always so nice f'me. don't matter if it's been fucked. we all know who it really responds to," soap gloats out. the others don't say a thing. they're too hypnotized by the way his cock plunges in and out of you with these sickenly loud squelches of your pussy. dick stirring in you like he's pushing out all the cum in there so he can make room for his own.

soap groans as you reach your hands around to claw at his back. it's the only thing you can do to let him know you still have some ounce of sanity. it's the only part of you that you think you have control over. because lord knows you can't control the way your pussy is about to cum so hard on soap's dick in a little bit.

so sensitive from your orgasms earlier, you try to mumble a warning to soap. "joh-nny," you stutter out.

"yeah? m'here," he grits out while keeping pace. he can already tell what you're going to say. challenges you to say it anyways.

"m'gonna-" you take a moment to moan out. a couple moments, actually. you're being plowed into the couch with cum dripping all the way down your ass and probably staining the cushions. "- cum."

soap lets out a light laugh, as if mocking you. "i know. can feel you trying to rip my dick off. come on, give it to me. can't last much longer either. been waiting too long."

true to his word, soap is not far behind in cumming. he's been edging himself to the mere thought of being buried in that pussy. one would think that him having to wait so long would mean there's so much pent up energy. there was. there is. but soap is a really big feeler. and his cock was so angry, so red, so sensitive. he really was about to blow his load the moment he sunk into that juicy cunt of yours. fuck, he really wanted to. the only way he could combat that was by fucking you immediately. didn't give him a chance to relish in the way you felt wrapped around his dick. but now it's caught up to him. he's going to cum in you. a lot.

"want it, johnny. want it, want it," you moan out for him. soap nods and continues bullying his cock in you.

"i got you. give us one more. one more, bonnie," soap's soft words contrast the mean fucking he's giving you. and sure enough the camera catches how your hips bounce harshly against the seat, how you start twitching from how hard you're cumming. you have nowhere to run as soap just fucks you through it at the same pace. you can only take it.

suddenly, soap drives his hips deep into you as he lets out a long groan. he plants himself as far as he can into your pussy and grinds against you to milk whatever's left in his dick. your pussylips get squished flat against his pelvis and his balls twitch against you with every rope of cum he lets out. after a moment, soap slowly pulls out of you and watches it drain from you. you whine when he collects some of the cum there and pushes it back in with rough fingers. whine again when he declares himself done with a little tap against your pussy.

you sit slumped against the couch, one leg lazily thrown to the side as it rests on the floor and the other foot rests by your ass with a knee up. you're exhausted and the boys start moving around to clean up.

"wait," you breathe out. everyone pauses and immediately there are footsteps rushing towards you. you hold your hands out to stop those eager hands, ghost and gaz having rushed forward to comfort you as they thought you'd cried out from pain or discomfort.

gaz gently smooths your hair back and away from your forehead while ghost kisses at your wrist while holding your hand patiently. soap has already collected some water for you and offers it - well, demands that you take a sip before continuing.

"what do you need, sweetheart?" is price's voice that cuts through that comforting haze.

you point at the camera nearby and motion it in between your legs. "one more?"

gaz chuckles and bonks his forehead against yours. "you sure, babe? you can handle it?"

"just gonna be me," you grin and nuzzle your nose into his cheek. he hums and gives you a cheeky wink.

"want some solo action, superstar?"

"well spread open then, let's see it," ghost says with a tap on your inner thigh. price already has the camera put in place, lens aimed right at your pussy.

deciding to play it up for the tape, you start massaging at your puffy folds to coax some of the cum to drip out of you.

"god, that's sexy," soap moans out. his dick is hardening once more. you're not surprised. but he allows himself the luxury of being able to jerk himself off this time.

"mm, right? fuckin' perfect," ghost mumurs.

the others have given you space so it's just you and that pretty pussy on camera. you take both hands to spread your folds out nicely so the cum has an easier time to leak out of you. you whine when you unintentionally clench. seems like your pussy has other plans. you'll need to do something about that.

price lets out a low moan when you take two fingers and start fingering yourself, pushing out all of the creamy juices from your cunt. you make sure to spread it around and rub it all over your pussy, giving special attention to your clit. you moan out at the slippery feeling of your fingers dragging back and forth on your little nub.

you're so tired, pussy so spent. but the heated gazes of all four men watching you... watching your sore cunt? it makes it all worth it. soap is jerking himself off to your side, and gaz starts doing it too. looks like he never got himself off when you were getting fucked by price and ghost.

you pout when you look at the two in question. ghost grins at you, shows you his cock too and starts pumping it in tune with your fingers. and all it takes is one sad whimper from you for price to do the same. well, if this isn't a sight.

you've got four men jerking themselves off to the sight of you playing with your pussy. the pussy that they're sprayed in their cum. well, just three of them. and price is ready to remedy this as he aims his cock towards your puffy folds. he's quick to cum again and sprays your cunt and your fingers with that milky cream of his. you rub it into your pussy with a cheeky grin and he rolls his eyes playfully. he'd never been one to last too long in between rounds. and it was evident that he didn't get a proper rest period from the way his dick twitches at the sight of your slicked up pussy.

"one more, sweetheart. one more, you got it. show us what you got."

gaz, having built himself up earlier, is the next one to cum all over your stomach and thighs once more. he groans and rubs at his torso while watching you start pumping your fingers in your pussy. you start riding your own fingers and rotating your hips so that you start grinding against your palm so you can give your clit attention at the same time.

"play with those tits, baby. give the other two a show."

you take gaz's words in mind and bring your free hand up to pinch at your nipples. they're been neglected the whole time, so this feels amazing. you knead at your tit and and moan out loudly while making eye contact with soap. having been the last to cum (and always loving to play with your tits), soap is quick to cover your tits in his cum. another marker of him on your body. he huffs and stuff himself back into his boxers with ease while giving you a cheeky smile.

"saved best for last, eh?"

ghost bites his lip and lets out a quiet groan, still fisting his cock leisurely. he's still thinking of you and the others to the very end. god, you wanted to see him cum again. wanted to see him cum hard. you speed up your movements so that he can as well. ghost starts pumping his cock a lot faster now that you're speeding up. the two of you keep watch over each other's throbbing cores. his tip leaks a drop of cum that looks absolutely divine. you're sad you can't lick it up, but the way that ghost stares at the droplet of cum leaking down your ass tells you he also wants to do the same to you.

"you know what to do," ghost says. you aren't sure if that's directed at you or your pussy. either way, you understand.

with one last pinch of your nipple and another at your clit, you're cumming once more. it's in time with ghost's as the two of you cum at the same time. but you cum with the same intensity as him.

all of the men groan out when you start spraying your juices out and onto the couch. you let out a high pitched whine as your palm keeps slapping against your clit to coax out the last of it from you. ghost manages to be the last one to cum all over your pussy, but from how desperately he jerks himself there's a couple of drops that land on his stomach.

you whimper from the overstimulation and gaz eases a hand over your's to calm you down, massages at your thighs to soothe the burn between them. it takes another moment for everyone to catch their breaths before everything is in motion again.

"you say that pussy responds to you the best, but s'only me who can make it squirt like that," ghost puffs his chest in soap's face. the latter rolls his eyes.

"just warmed 'er up for you, lt. call me the pussy whisperer," soap pats his chest with pride and shrugs.

"enough, both of you. go get cleaned up and go get something to fix the couch!" price barks out at them while shaking his head and pinching his brows.

gaz chuckles and picks you up, ready to take you to the showers and then later to a comfier bed. "men," he shakes his head. you scoff out a laugh as well and smile.

"but my men."

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