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WaterSports Kink with Soap Mactavish [Kinktober Day 8]

TW: Watersports/Piss Kink, NSFW, Ruining Readers throat, MLM, Gay Sex??.

Soap stuffed his cock into your mouth, making you deepthroat him as you try not to gag. "Y'can take it bonnie, f'me right?" He thrusted into your mouth repeatedly before he stopped. "Shit bon' give me a second i'm gonna go pee." Soap tried to pull out but you gripped his thighs and narrowed your eyes at him. "Mmhp mhhp!" He looked down at you and started getting impatient, so he just pissed in your mouth. His eyes widened as he watched you swallow it all and continue sucking, heightening his libido. He arched his back as he suddenly came in your mouth, hips bucking into your face and balls smacking against your chin. "Fuck!" He moaned, slowly pulling out of your mouth before looking down at you. "W-What was that, Bonnie..?" You shrugged and took his sensitive cock back in your mouth, deepthroating him until he was a whimpering, drooling mess above you, pawing at your hair and bucking up into your mouth. Ruining your throat. He suddenly flipped you to lay on your back as he sat on your chest, thrusting deep into your mouth and throat as he whimpered, looking down at you until he shuddered and came down your throat again.

[FUCK I KEEP RUSHING THESE I'M SORRY :C]

[Tell me he doesn't whimper. HE DOES.]

Virginity Loss with Price [Kinktober Day 9]

TW: Mentions of affair, virginity loss, sloppy head, MLM, Gay sex, older price younger reader. Oral sex, Not proofread.

Retired!Price who can't stop his cock from chubbing up when you serve him cupcakes at the bakery. Your soft hands touching his rugged, calloused fingers, giving him the box of cupcakes. He leaves a hefty tip before going into his car and sharing the cupcakes with his wife. Retired!Price who notices you buying groceries and asks for your number and you naively give it to him. Thinking he's single. Retired!Price who gets a hotel room for the both of you, kissing you the second you both get in. Retired!Price who practically blows your back out, bending you over the bed. Ruining you and the sheets. Retired!Price who blows a load all over your ass just to continue pounding into you. Retired!Price who makes you gag on his dick while you have a vibrating cock ring on. Retired!Price who overstimulates you with his mouth, covering your balls in his spit and making you cum atleast 3 times before letting you take a small break. Retired!Price Who buys you dinner after spoiling you with gifts. Retired!Price Who divorces his wife and marries you instead, leaving you shocked that he even had a wife.

[RAHHHH I'D KISS HIM SO MUCH I'D GET A RUG BURN.]

Gunplay with Soap Mactavish. [Kinktober Day 10]

TW: Gunplay, NSFW, MLM, Spitting, Not proofread.

Soap's thick bicep wrapped around your throat, holding you in a headlock while the other hand held an unloaded gun up to your temple as he thrusted into you from behind, grunting into your ear. He groaned loudly as you clenched around him, suddenly throwing you onto the bed and spitting on you hole before slipping back in, hitting that sweet spot that always makes you see stars. He pressed the gun against the back of your head, grinning as you clench again. "Like tha'?" You just squealed and nodded, backing your ass back into him making him speed up and thrust harder. He pulled your head back and kissed you before spitting on your face, letting the drool flow into your mouth and watching you swallow it. He continued thrusting into you before he came deep inside your gummy walls. He pulled out and watched the cum ooze out from your hole before leaning down and using his thumb to spread it all over your hole.

[LOOK AT HIM UGHHHHH I NEED HIM. NOW.]

Brat Taming with Simon "Ghost" Riley [Kinktober Day 13]

TW: Edging, Brat Taming, Mean Ghost, GN [Gender Neutral] Reader.

You went to help Ghost with the paperwork piling up on his desk, put to the task as the newest member of the team. To everyone else he had picked you because you were the newbie, the grunt. The inexperienced. Just because he wanted to see how good you are with your hands. he had given you that look through his balaclava, staring at you, his gaze at your tense form, dark and stone cold. The following week you hid his radio that one evening, had found the best hiding spot for it in the broken wall above the locker. It had taken Ghost forever to find it, cursing and storming through the barracks. Soap had laughed at him for it, and Price had yelled at him for hours about losing valuable equipment. You admitted to hiding it, trying not to laugh at his unamused expression. He’d wordlessly pushed a tower of files at you. You should have known better. He waited until it was 1am to walk back into his office, seeing you work on the papers. Marking and correcting them. Then... He snapped. "Up." He commanded. You'd nervously and Slowly gotten up. He circled the desk and pinned you to it. He shucked you of your boots, your gear, had tossed your tac vest off in a dusty corner and dragged your pants down your legs until you were bare from the waist down. You froze but you let him.. Why? you were mildly attracted to him duhhh. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him undo his belt, fish his cock from his boxers and slap it against your knee. "Such a brat aren't you." you suddenly pinned him onto the desk and straddled his thighs with his dick bumping against your stomach. "Hmmm... What're you doin' Private?, Think ya' in control?" Your eyes wandered down to the sight of his cock, thick, red, hard in his gloved fist as he pressed a thumb to the bulbous, leaking head. You tried to sink down onto his cock only for a single, heavy, black-gloved hand to settle on your thigh.

"Don’t. You. Dare. Move"  You tried to protest, tried to plead with him but Ghost simply ignored you, his eyes roaming over the intel reports that weren’t even fucking relevant to your mission. You tried to sink down onto him again only to smack your ass. "I said don't move, Brat." He finally let you sink down after awhile and FUCK. He was so big inside you, the thick vein running along his shaft molding into your velvety walls. Filling every inch you had to give and even then there was still more of him. It felt like he was making space for himself inside you, stretching and making your thighs ache with pleasure and pain. When you had lifted your hips just enough to relieve at least some pressure Ghost had wordlessly forced you back down, And kept you there, shaking and drooling in pleasure mixed with pain. with a singular thrust of his hips, as devastating as his aim- fast, precise, brutal. He lodged himself deep inside you, making you accidentally let out a moan so loud even Ghost himself jumped.

It’s too much.

You can’t stand it, the stretch of him, the sheer size of him made you ache for more. You grinded down on his pubic bone, trying to get some friction but all he did was grab your hip and stop you. "Uh Uh."

with his hard cock buried deep inside your wet heat but refusing to move, simply content for your heat to keep him warm for what feels like hours. Never once softening, never once going limp inside you. Then you couldnt stay quiet anymore, it was so much but so little at the same time, you needed more but at the same time you didn't want more. "Ghost." You hiccupped, casting your eyes over your shoulder to look up at him pleadingly. "Si-Simon." Ghost just hums, grabbing another report and reading it, keeping his arm around your waist securely and tightly so you wouldn't be able to move or squirm.

You sob.

Ghost finally seems to notice you then, his hand patting your thigh as he keeps you there, and all at once he’s regarding you with the same intensity as the report he has in his opposite hand. "Simon, please." You try again, words babbling now that you have his attention. "P-please, need you to move, it’s so much. You’re so big, c-can feel you in my fucking throat, Simon, please-"

"Bloody keen on talkin’ now, aren’t you." He grumbles at you in that rough, British accent of his, and you're breath hitches at that, entire form rigid like a stick at his words. "Where was that this mornin’, mm?" He FINALLY puts the report down, his arms shifting across your lap as he adjusts you, seated on him. His eyes are watching you from behind the mask, intent and piercing. "Go on then, ask nicely. Then maybe i'll let you cum." He growled, looking down at you. "Please." You try to speak, trying your best to keep your voice steady despite your urge to squirm against him and just take what you want. "Make me cum, Ghost. Please." He groaned as you spoke then finally nodded, letting your hips go. A sudden surge of excitement filled you as you started to ride him, drooling as he hit that sweet spot inside you. "Fucking filthy, annoying, pretty brat." He moaned, bucking his hips up into you making you squeal. "You’re lucky I put up with half the shit you do. Drive me fuckin insane with this tight little hole of yours." All you could do is whine and take the thrusts he gave you, his cock didn't soften for HOURS. after his 6th orgasm [and you're 10th] he finally pulled out, his cock softening. Days later you can see the other soldiers blushing when they look at you and Ghost... they definitely heard you guys... oops.

MW3 spoilers

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WTF

That was like the stupidest thing to do!

I'm talking to YOU, scriptwriters!

Soap became the soal of the game, for God's sake! How could you do this to him?

I'm sooo not sure I would care to check out mw4 or whatever now...

WOW

The news of the low reviews MW3 got is on my news feed today.

I'm still furious/in denial so you know what I did?

This.

Signing, not starting, though😅.

Jennifer schutt, thank you so much for actually bringing it up🙏

Here's the link to the petition

https://chng.it/MdGXMgYFLs

And thanks for being there for us, Soap

If Ghost wants to avoid being accused of favouritism, he should really try harder than this.

Johnny - and - Garrick??

Ghost, you're sure you don't want to call all of the TF-141 members equally by names? Oh, wait, do you even know that Garrick guy's name at all?. .

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