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[thenonweeknd]

So I um I found an amazing video and now I’m plagued by thoughts of sitting on Steve’s bed, him between your legs with his back to your chest, and giving him the sweetest loveliest softest handjob ever, scratching his tummy hairs and peppering kisses all over his neck

nonnie did i or did i not tell u i was coming back for this ask? and i came back with a hunger -- sort of sub!steve, 1.5k, everything the ask describes, as always MDNI this entire blog is 18+! enjoy <3

Steve doesn’t think anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.

He’s had plenty of partners in bed, sure. He’s rife with enough experience that honestly he thinks it would take a really strange request to throw him off his game. But you had— when you asked, “Can I just take care of you tonight?” 

He hadn’t even been entirely sure what you had meant, pulling back from the steamy make-out with you on his lap— the usual late night rendezvous. 

But still, he gave a slow and earnest nod, a soft ‘sure, honey’ and let you rearrange the two of you til you were leaning back on the headboard and he was leaning back against you. Your thighs on either side of him, your arms looped around his middle. Like a little spoon. Steve secretly adores it. 

“Y’know I can’t exactly do much in this position,” Steve chuckles, pretending to have his reservations, even if he’s already eager to see what you mean by taking care of him. Your arms are around his waist, warm, your fingers tucking up his shirt to begin to work it upwards.

“Mm,” you hum, hoisting it higher and Steve moves forward, letting it get tugged off and over his head. Cool air flushes down his chest. “Dunno if you’re grasping the idea of letting me take care of you if you’re worrying bout that.” 

The shirt flutters to the ground, forgotten, as your hands explore to freshly exposed skin. Steve sighs sweetly as you trace softly across his tummy, nails dragging lightly as your near his thighs. His cock is already perking up. It’s been interested since earlier, you in his lap and your tongue in his mouth, and it doesn’t take many more lingering touches for it to reach proper attention. 

“No one ever taken care of you before, baby?” You ask, lips scraping his ear. Your breath is warm and your voice is low— but the kiss you give beneath his ear is hot and wet. You suckle at the skin, not even a nip of teeth. Desire pools low in Steve’s gut, a simmering heat. 

One of your hands moves over his boxers and gives his bulge a gentle rub, making Steve rumble out a soft moan. Your other hand rubs soothing down his thigh. 

Steve shakes his head to answer no to your question. His eyes fight to stay open, torn between wanting to watching your wandering hands or turning to kiss you but your persistent kisses on his neck give him little choice. He shifts his hips. 

“Not- not like this,” Steve admits, breath a little short already. His tummy tenses when your hand drags back up over it, just a soft scratch of nails. His cock aches harder. He wishes you would touch it, wishes you would reach your hand in, all hot, soft and wet and tug it in that perfectly teasing way he knows you can. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, hips shifting upward again. You smile at his impatience. 

“Can we take these off?” You ask, pinching the ruffled elastic of his boxers. Steve nods fervently, hips shifting up to let you slide them down so he can kick them off. His chest feels warm, flushed beneath the hair and another groan tumbles out when you finally curl your fingers around his cock. “Fuck,” he pants as you pump tantalizing slow. “Fuck, feels so good, honey,” 

A hunger for the feeling grows in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Steve lets his head tips back, resting against your shoulder and you take advantage of it in an instant; kisses upon kisses up his neck. It’s messy, lips wet with spit as you scrape your teeth down, right as your rub over the slit of his cock— Steve twitches, a jagged whine pushing past his lips. He pants a little heavier. 

Pausing for a moment, you pull your hand back to your mouth and let yourself drool over it— sticky saliva covering your fingers. This time, when you grip his cock, Steve gasps loudly. Slick, hot, sounds reverberate in the room as you jerk him, hand twisting perfectly. Still slow, still gentle. 

Your mouth find his earlobe, teeth nibbling a little mean, your hand not stopping— and Steve moans a little louder, like he can’t help it. His cock gives a little dribble of precum, tummy all tensed up again. 

“See? S’nice to be taken care of,” You murmur softly. You thumb his slit again, delighting in the spurt his cock gives, then dive down to cup his balls. Your other hand strokes along his thigh lovingly, nails drawing lines as you rake them back up to his v-line. 

Steve shivers, shuddering sweet whines escaping him. He’s so unbearably hard for you- especially as you rub his balls so perfectly, your hand dragging back up his cock and then back down, a mind-melting cycle. It’s so much, it’s not even close to enough, it’s, it’s— 

“Oh god,” Steve whimpers loudly. His eyes have finally crushed closed, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly beside you. His gut is burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb. It feels good. He wants to writhe against you, wants to fuck your fist, wants you to keep teasing him just like you’re doing. 

“Oh god, oh fuck- f-fuck,” His words are getting more pathetic by the minute, barely fully formed, drenched in a whimpering tone. “Please, don’t… don’t tease, no- ah,” 

It’s not even teasing, you just aren’t rubbing him hot and fast like usual. Your movements are slow, doused in adoration — your core feels sticky, burning hot from watching Steve get all worked up in your arms. 

“M’not teasing you,” you say, fondling his balls and rubbing your palm against them in a circular motion, building his lust. Steve’s tense body and punched out breathes contradict your words. He’s so whiny. It’s a pity no one’s ever taken care of him before — though your stomach pinches hotly to know only you get to see him this way. 

“Just taking care of you,” you sigh, grip tightening as you pull it back up his cock, giving the smallest jerk. Steve warbles out a throaty whimper, egged on by your roaming touch along his thighs. He feels molten hot, tummy already all clenched up, his cock just leaking all over your hand. Pleasure buzzes wildly in his body, back starting to arch up. 

“Hone- aw, fuckfuckfuck, yes, just there, please, honey,” he pleads, voice starting to sound wrecked and feeble. God, he sounds pathetic; he only sounds like this when he's been fucking you for a good while. But a few minutes of the right touch? Reduces to a whiny mess in your hands. 

“So pretty,” you whisper and Steve can’t tell if you mean him or his dribbling cock, all pink and twitching in your hand. He can’t even feel the fabric gripped between his own fingers— can’t feel anything except your palm right around the head of his cock, teasing it lightly. It’s torture, it’s perfect, it’s not enough, it’s— 

“Please!” The word bursts out of Steve, desperate, swallowed immediately by a moan. He fights to get his next words out as your hand returns to his heavy balls, caressing them soft and slow again. It’s not fucking enough. His pleas fall out all whimpery, “Take— take care of me, please, wanna cum, I wanna- I wanna—“ 

It’s the magic words. You grip his cock properly, your whole hand curling around him for the first time that night and you set a fast pace- lewd, squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. Steve keens forward, a soft cry coming from him as his pleasure turns into a blaze in his stomach. “Oh my god, oh god- yes, fuck—“ 

Your free hand moves to his tummy, scratching down to thatch of hair at the base of his cock and Steve can’t help it, he cums, hard. He turns his head, hides it in your neck and releases a whimpery sort of wail. His chest heaves as his pretty cock spurts out his hot pearly cum — coating your hand enough to ride him through it, your hand never stopping. 

“That’s it, so good,” You coo at him. Your sweet words carry him through it, your pace slowing as his body starts to twitch back against yours. His cock gives a few final dribbles of cum and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading it. Steve whimpers loudly. “Mm, there we go.” 

It feels like it takes forever for him to settle back down. Steve feels wrung out, feels spent, feels like he had his brain melted out his ears — like he could just nap against you now and be happy forever. Your soft kiss against his cheek has him opening his eyes, pulling back enough to look at your face. 

“Good?” You ask, though he knows you can tell just how fucking good it was. “Good to be taken care of?” 

Steve nods with a loving hum, a hefty exhale rushing out his lungs and he lets his face huddle back into your neck, eyes slipping shut. He’ll move in a minute- maybe when he can feel his thighs again. 

[thenonweeknd]

Simon Riley who loves coming home to his little housewife, standing in front of the oven with a cute pink gingham apron tied around her waist.

Like the good husband he was, he always helped around the house and cooked for her when she was sore or tired…but god, he loved that apron. When she'd gaze up at him with those beautiful eyes, that sweet smile that he could always pull out of her just made his day. Coming home to such a sweet sight was better than any desert she could ever feed him. Simon Riley who loves when he comes home sore and tired, letting out a gruff 'hey' in response to her sweet voice beckoning from the kitchen…when she'd treat him so well and take care of him with a massage or his favorite dinner. Despite being married for quite some time, he still was surprised how she could ever love and treat a man like him. He'd been tortured in so many ways possible it was always a mind-blower to see him smile or be happy, he'd killed dozens…even hundreds of people with his own bare hands. But she still loved him.

Simon Riley who tries to be as gentle as he can with her despite his rough interior and lifestyle, even when she says it's okay to be rough with her. His big and scarred hands massaging the fat of her hips while pressing kisses to her oh so beautiful thighs he loved the most. Simon Riley, who loves her too much. <33

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod mw2 #ghost #ghost cod

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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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guess who? | feat. task force 141

-> minor bdsm, dom/sub dynamics, polyamory. ⚔️

your moans are high and breathy, lips spit-slicken and open as thick fingers thrust into you in an endless pattern. the blindfold wrapped around your eyes feels like torture, not being able to see your partners as you're fucked relentlessly.

"please, fuck, need you," you whine, squirming where your wrists are tied together, and your ankles are tied to the bedposts.

all you can think about; all you can feel, taste, touch -- is the slide of a dick against your pussy, the high of sex. even the tantalising, devastating fact dancing in the back of your mind doesn't minimise the pleasure flooding your body.

a light slap to your cheek has you letting out a pathetic whine.

"aww, love," kyle coos, "you know what you gotta do. be a good girl for us, hey?"

and, yes, you know that you have to do something. you're not entirely sure if it's even important, anymore, though -- if it even matters. nothing feels quite as significant as your impending orgasm.

a particularly rough thrust has you groaning, a tear leaking down your cheek from behind the blindfold.

"guess who, angel," simon mutters, a threat underlying his words.

he doesn't give away anything, but even after multiple rounds of edging, he barely lets out a whimper. he's stone cold, just as johnny always said.

"i --" you hiccup, squirming in your restraints, "i can't, please just let me cum --"

a pull at your hair has you crying out.

"you know the rules, darlin' girl. guess right, you can cum as much as you want."

john.

your captain.

his voice is rough and just slightly too condescending to be sweet. you can't find it in yourself to mind, not really, not when that relentless heat in your stomach feels like it's about to reach its peak.

"use yer pretty head, lass," johnny snickers, cruel, just this side of perfect. if you could get any wetter -- that would do it.

"or did we fuck 'er too dumb?" kyle taunts, a following hiss reminding you that they were all probably kissing each other too. or.

fuck.

your chest falls in heavy sweeps, sweat clinging to your skin, the smell of sex and cum and love in the air --

"john. it's --" you inhale a deep, shaky breath, "john."

"oh, good girl," john praises, a hand falling into your hair and combing through the ends in gentle strokes.

elation fills you, relief flooding your veins, so close --

"but you're wrong."

the thrusts stop, and tears fall from your eyes and trail down your cheeks as you hiccup sobs.

you were so damn close.

a mouth brushes against your ear, and you fail to supress a shudder, the movement so sensual it has your pulse racing tenfold.

it's simon.

"time for a new game, hm?"

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this man I swearrr 🤭

So obsessed

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and these are just 3 of the 7 deadly duckies

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The thought of Simon cumming in his pants when he sees you humping his thigh has me on a chokehold.

Simon Riley the big burly strong man who had convinced himself that it’s impossible for him to cum in his pants was proven wrong

when you’re grinding your pussy on his clothed thigh, seeing you so desperate grinding on his thick meaty thigh makes him a mess, he feels his cock tent up in his pants.

As you rub on him leaving a wet patch on his pants makes Simon animalistic, he starts grunting and rutting his hips up.

poor baby is just so stimulated ,

seeing you use his thigh for your pretty pussy to cum makes him feral :((

He doesn’t know what’s happening he can feel his cock twitch inside his pants and he grunts faintly.

Your voice sounds as sweet as sugar and your face is sparkling with sweat, seeing you getting close makes his cock painfully hard

As you moan his name so lewdly towards your climax Simon loses control. He can’t stop repeating your name in desperate whine.

He grabs your hips roughly and puts your body on top of his crotch and starts rubbing his clothed cock against your wet overstimulated pussy

and grinds into it like a bunny in heat.

he’s so close he can’t stop now, trying to rut his thick clothed cock like an animal in heat so desperate to cum :(((

Thick white ropes of cum flow out in his pants leaving his breathless and in a whiny sweaty mess.

Poor sisi doesn’t know what got into him but he sure knows that he will make you clean up the mess you made :)))

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SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME

(gn!reader, mdni 18+)

SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME SIMON HITTING IT RAW FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

simon likes to think he is a man of high restraint, excellent self control, a trained and hardened soldier who is able to bear the most excruciating of sensations. but the long, drawn out groan in your ear obviously tells you otherwise

he thinks he can keep his cool when he sinks in you for the first time like that, more like plunges into you once the tip pops in and a whole shudder goes thru his entire body. he just has to keep going. can't help himself. he knows you've taken him before, so you should be fine... right?

god are you unprepared for the way he sets a brutal pace. hips smacking against your own as he huffs breathily into your ear in these guttural moans. he's laying flat on top of you and smushing his chest against yours. his head lays to the right of you like he's gone to mush and the only parts of his body he control are his hips and dick.

"god..." he groans out. not a religious man, he can't help but thank the heavens at being able to feel how warm and tight you are. squeezin' on his dick like that would become his deadly sin. "fuck, y'feel good. feel so perfect f'me. i can't- haah -i can't stop."

you're gritting your teeth and clawing around his shoulders because somehow it feels like he's going deeper than he ever has before. it feels like too much with the way he entirely blocks you from feeling anything else. you're pressed up against his chest but he's also got his arms wedged underneath you, digging into your shoulders and back as if pulling you even tighter to him. you don't even know what your legs are doing since he fucks into you with such intensity that you think they're kicking about or getting stuck against his chest.

"m'sorry, baby," he babbles. doesn't even realize what he's saying. doesn't even know why he's apologizing! "m'sorry, m'sorry."

"why, simon?" you manage to stutter out, as if this isn't affecting you just as much. the feeling of his raw cock in you for the very first time? so different than how it feels in your hands or in your mouth. s'like you're able to experience all the textures of his cock for the first time once again, no longer smoothed over with the encompassing feel of the rubber condom. it's like the condom would squeeze his cock down some, because now it feels like he's filling you up. treats your poor hole like a condom that he's going to spill in soon.

"don't think i can stop myself when i cum." he cuts himself short with a groan. his hips haven't stopped moving the entire time, doesn't falter at all. you're starting to get fucked dumb because you don't realize he doesn't even consider when or how many times you'll end up cumming. "feels too good. i know i'm gonna have to keep going. have to."

he starts rotating his hips so he can swirl his dick around inside you like he's trying to feel all angles of you.

"simon! simon, m'gonna... s'too much!" you huff out weakly. there's a quiver in your voice that gives away you might cum soon.

"good," he growls out. his hands tighten around you that are sure to leave marks in your sides. "wanna feel you cum 'round me. need to."

"how many times?" you moan. that's the only time you see his face for the rest of his time fucking you. because he'll soon lose the rest of control once you end up cumming around his dick. don't even get me started on how he'll feel when he floods you with his seed.

"as many times as you want, baby. as many times as i need."

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse + text posts

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Miguel O'Hara Imagine

(NOTE: Reader! Is Miguel O'Hara's assistant! Coworker! AU)

(Pt.1 below! This is Pt. 2!)

(TW!: Use of F word, dirty thoughts, drinking!)

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You were stirred awake by a gruff and charming voice, knowing fully well who it was. Your eyes open slightly, revealing him. You sigh.

He is not the first thing I want to see when I wake up.

You thought to yourself, grumbling as you stretch and are slowly pulled out of slumber. You must've landed at your destination. His voice rings through your ears.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty. We're here."

You roll your eyes and stand up, tossing him back his blazer that fell off your legs. He scoffs and takes it, patting it with his wide hands and putting it on again. You remembered how possessive he was in that moment, looking as if he wanted to strangle you for not listening to him and snapping back. You both exit the jet first, followed by security and servants. You can hear whispers from every corner, mostly asking if you were his partner. Your cheeks flush red at the thought, your feet walking faster to keep up with his long strides.

He sees you looking around at all the gossiping people, instinctively putting his arm around you in a protective manor.

"Don't bother listening to them. They're jealous."

You nod in response, leaning into his side. His ringed fingers tap against your shoulder, rippling your shirt and making you shiver. Eventually, you two make it to the baggage claim. His blue suitcase comes around and he grabs it. You tap your foot against the ground as many of your bags come around. He counted…6 bags? He turned to look at you as his few servants grab your bags.

"Do you really need 6 bags?"

You glance at him through the corner of your eye, glaring at him as if he offended you. He chuckles lowly as his servants carry the heavy bags. Without a word, you and him walk across the overhead bridge and wait outside for his driver. You scroll on your phone mindlessly, not taking notice of him staring at you. You were so perfectly shaped to him. Curvy and smooth skin, supple hips and thighs that he'd love to hold in his palms. Your sharp and bright eyes that were usually trained on anything but him. He loved it all.

A black limo pulls up in front of you two and he steps forward to open the door for you. You smile gently at him, a warm feeling filling your cheeks and stomach. You step into the limo and sit on the back couch. You cross your legs and reach over to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. He gets into the limo across from you, gesturing for the driver to go. The car starts to drive and you hand him a glass of wine. He smiles charmingly and takes the glass, his wide fingers brushing against yours.

God, you thought. What could those hands do to me?

"I don't know, what do you want me to do to you?"

Your eyes snap up towards him as a sudden realization hits you. You said that out loud. Your face flushes red and you're quick to defend yourself as a smirk spreads across his face.

"I-I didn't mean to say that! Fuck, I'm sorry! I didn't mean too,"

You babble on, his smirk only growing wider. He sets his glass down and leans forward, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

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Miguel O'Hara Imagine

(NOTE: Biker! Miguel O'Hara AU)

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The bar was bustling with people talking and the sounds of music blasting through speakers that were tossed around the bar. The layout of the bar was simple, a large, bright flashing dance floor right in the middle, with different bars lined around them.

Her finger traced around the rim of the glass in front of her, filled of who knows what. It was dangerous, sure, but it's not like she cared. Her mind was blank, but all the same was clouded with dazed thoughts and words. She felt drunk for sure, but it wasn't the good drunk. She felt the shitty drunk. She thought to herself however, she hadn't drunk anything but a tequila shot earlier. Her gaze snaps off of the glass as a loud roar is heard from outside the bar.

You look towards the entrance, eyebrows knitted together in confusion and interest. A few others looked towards the doorway, mostly drunk out of their minds.

Then, he stepped in.

His gaze was sharp, covered by a pair of black shades. Behind him, three similar men were around him. They all looked similar--black leather jackets and tight fitted jeans, with heavy boots. The main guy you could presume had rings all over his fingers, a few bracelets on his veiny wrists. His hair was a dark brown, slicked back and spiky. His eyes glowed…red!

You frown slightly, thinking it was a bit weird for such an eye color. As he looks around the bar, you avert your gaze, looking back down at the glass in front of you. You can hear their boots traveling across the floor, soft laughter coming from them. The main guy remained silent, a stern gaze on his face. They move towards the back of the bar, where you were. They sat down a few seats down from you, ordering shots and beer. You try not to look over at them, gulping nervously.

But you fail.

You glance over at them with curious eyes, only to find him looking at you already. You quickly look away, feeling your face heat up. He was even handsomer up close. Sharp jawline, sharp canines that complemented his plump pink lips. God, you thought you were melting. Your heart raced until a husky and charming voice spoke.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone, espléndida?"

Part two? ¯_㋡_/¯

#miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse

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Miguel O'Hara Imagine

(NOTE: Reader! is Miguel O'Hara's assistant! Coworker! AU)

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"O'Hara! They're boarding the plane we have to go!"

He groans, his chest and thick biceps rumbling. You roll your eyes and press the cancel button on the massage chair he was sitting in. You were standing above him, waiting for him to get out of the chair in the middle of an airport. He scowls at you, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugging at his plump and red lips.

"We need to go. Get up." You tell him. Somehow, he finds it sweet that you're so firm and forward with him, but make it sound so kind and loving. A smirk forms on his face and he chuckles, standing up. Despite even sitting down, he still remained taller than you. Then again, he was taller than everybody since he stood at an attractive but excessive 6'9. He towers over you, chest and arms hugged so perfectly by his suit. His tie was loose and draped around his neck, since when he tried to tie it otherwise, his muscly frame prevented him from doing so. He cracks his neck slightly before walking off ahead of you, his hand taking place on the back of your neck, right at the start of your spine. The small gesture pulled you along with him, walking beside him silently.

You shiver at the touch, his hand squeezing at the muscle of your neck. You chose not to mind it and board the plane, luckily, the business he ran was rich enough to have private jet. Miguel followed behind, his breath fanning over your head. He finds a secluded seat, kicking us feet up and looking around. Sure, as the head of one of the biggest companies in the world--O'Hara Tech--he was used to being in private vehicles and planes…but he never traveled with someone other than his bodyguard. Your eyes widen slightly in curiosity, as you slowly sit in front of him, crossing your legs to make sure no one could see up your straight and smooth black skirt.

Hopefully he doesn't look.

Without you noticing, your eyes trained at looking around the plane, he glances towards your legs. Smooth, perfectly shaven, a soft glow reflecting off of them. You took care of yourself. His throat dries and his legs shift slightly.

"Cover your legs."

Your eyes snap away from what you were looking at, shifting towards him. He looked mad…and flushed?

"Why?"

His eyes narrow with a dark red glow, and he growls low in his chest. His eyebrows knit together and he sits up, making sure he looked scary and demanding. Your face burned pink, your body shifting uncomfortably while your thighs rub together slightly. He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward with a dark expression.

"I'm not asking again. Cover your legs."

You sit up, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in a thin line. You knew how possessive he was of you, even if you were just his assistant. Although to this day, you wondered why he chose you out of all the lovely and smart ladies who worked at the headquarters. Now it made sense. He wanted someone to control. Someone to tease and act bigger than. For instance, you remembered when he invited you to dinner with some rich white men who also owned higher businesses. Or when he drove you home or to his house to have a drink after a long shift. Obediently, you took your blazer and put it over your legs. He hummed contently, leaning back in his seat and looking out the window as the plane started to take off.

You sigh and put your legs to the side, leaning your head back against the seat and closing your eyes.

This is going to be a long flight.

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heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

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me omw to deface public property

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Oh yeah, i definitely don't forget share this here *cofcof*

oh btw, these illustrations are available for purchase in my new ko-fi shop >here<, if you– u know, want to have a look

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༊*·˚ NEED TO LISTEN TO ME — price is disappointed in you and your other three lovers, and finds that some 'training' is in order

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, poly tf141, ANGRY sex, mean dom price, angst, degradation, minor dom/sub, light humiliation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, minor spit play, minor blood play (not really), rough sex, price orders EVERYONE around, price-centred, whiny johnny and gaz agenda

// NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT //

You weren't scared of many things at this point in your life.

Being a signal officer for the military certainly aided that statement, but it was more the fact that you had four guard dogs in the form of the most seasoned special forces operatives you've ever known. Four very large, very scary men that you'd somehow found yourself lucky enough to get to call your partners.

Both on, and off, the field.

That being said, there was one thing you were terrified of. Like, to your bones, petrified.

And that thing had a name.

John Price.

He was formally the captain of your force for a reason, but he was also informally the captain of your relationship, as well. The one you all looked to in the most difficult of moments, the one that held reason and guidance above all.

It's been that way since the five of you met, and remains the same to this day.

Nonetheless.

It was a known fact between you, Soap, Ghost and Gaz that none of you liked seeing the man mad. You four could count on one hand the amount of times you'd witnessed it, all of which having been directed at either his superiors or an enemy.

But. Right now, in this office, seated on the small couch between your three lovers?

Yeah. You don't fear many things.

But John Price's disappointment is quite easily in your top three, and this situation only cements it.

"He's probably ordering our caskets," Gaz murmurs wistfully, eyes wide as he stares at his foot, tap-tap-tapping against the wooden floor. It's a nervous tic that gives him away too easily, but even with your hand on his knee, it doesn't seem able to quit.

You exhale a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. "I hope he gets me a cute one," you mumble back, tone matching the resignation that clouds your captain's office.

"You four. My office."

Those were the only words Price had spoken to you guys, before marching off to a meeting with Laswell.

To say that you and your lovers were mortified was the biggest understatement of the century.

Even Ghost, sat perfectly still, expression perfectly neutral beneath his mask, oozes trepidation like it's the carbon dioxide he exudes with every breath.

"I know 'm 'n tha military, but I still don't wanna die, ya know?" Soap whines, his head flung back and blue eyes glued to the roof as his hands shake in his lap.

You guys must look like unruly students sat outside of your principal's office to any onlookers, and it should be embarrassing.

It would be, if you could feel anything but mortal peril.

You're about to quip a reply to Soap, when the door clicks open, and the three of you sit ramrod straight, Ghost not moving from his already perfect posture.

Price steps in, the door shutting closed behind him.

The silence is a tangible force, and your mouth is so dry, you'd think you were in a desert, not in your lover's office.

His footfalls echo around the modest space, before he leans against his wooden desk, folding his arms over his chest, before directing his furious gaze to you four.

"When I give orders," he starts, and oh god, his tone, it's so unbelievably firm, "I expect my team to follow them."

There's no response, except for the overwhelming quiet coming from the usually passionate and comforting presence that underlies your entire dynamic.

Price clears his throat, meeting all of your eyes one by one. You wonder if you can see the glassiness of yours, the barely restrained tears.

"So why," he begins, before swallowing once more, determination settling in, "Did all four of my teammates rush into an unstable building after being ordered to keep out?"

You know it's not just the anger of a captain's orders being refused.

It's the anger of a lover having to watch all four of his partner's risk their death, while he can do nothing but watch from the scope of a sniper rifle.

The clock on the wall above the door ticks, and none of you make a sound.

Price grabs a pack of cigars from his pocket, quickly sliding one out, placing it between his lips, and shoving the pack back into his slacks. He then pulls out a lighter from his back pocket, lighting the tobacco, before exhaling his first breath of smoke.

In any other situation, you or Gaz would be chastising him, telling him to stop smoking, or to at least do it outside.

Neither of you say a word.

Rubbing at the furrow between his brows, Price then drifts his eyes to Ghost, the only one who hasn't said a word since the mission.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Price says on a deep exhale, shaking his head. There's hurt there, genuine pain, and your heart stutters in your chest at the sight. "You're my lieutenant, Simon. I thought you'd at least 'ave the brains to listen to me when I make an order."

Ghost's hand tightens where it sit on his cargos, and even with his mask on, you can tell that a disgruntled frown lays beneath it.

"And you, Soap," he looks at the man to your right, now, and you can physically see him deflate at the disappointment in his captain's eyes. "Disrespecting authority is cute 'nd all, until it's me, mate."

Those words feel like a physical wound, even to you, and judging my Soap's crestfallen expression, for him, it must hurt tenfold.

And, then, it's your turn.

His mouth is set in a grim line, and you hope that he can see the regret, the genuine sorrow you feel at disappointing and -- and scaring your captain. Your lover.

"What were you thinking?" He asks, and your mouth wants to open, but it's as if there's an invisible force pinning it shut. "You weren't even supposed to step foot on enemy grounds, and you knew that."

And it's true. Your role is mainly with communications and technical supplies, not actual combat. You were trained, yes, but it has never been your role.

But you'd seen Soap rush in, Ghost trailing after him, yelling, and then Gaz not long after, and it was like your mind shut out any rational lines of thinking. There was no rationale when it came to your partners.

That was a flaw. A genuine character fault, and Price was cementing that fact in this very room.

"Kyle," Price runs his hand down his face, cigar in between his middle and index fingers, "Kyle."

The pain, regret, the melancholy -- it's its own element in this room, its own being, and it feels as if it's choking you from the inside out. Like a gas leak, or a grenade stuck in your throat, about to go off.

Ghost, shockingly, is the first to speak.

"Captain," he grits out. Not 'old man'. Not 'love'.

Captain.

"We're aware of our... misgivings," he states, the words coming off of his tongue like hot coals he needs to rid off, lest his entire mouth burns.

Price nods, slowly, eyes narrowing at Ghost. It hits you, then, how your lover's just dug all of your graves in one sentence. Gaz seems to realise, too, his eyes going wide, exhaling a low, short breath in surprise.

"Sweetheart," he quips, standing up in the transition of one moment to the next, eyes snapping to your glassy ones. The endearment holds no warmth to it, for the first time, and your heart shatters where it beats in your chest, shards of glass embedding into the muscle surround it. "Get on the desk."

He says the words, and in the next movement, sweeps his arm over his desk, causing all of his papers, his pens, his folders, to go careening to the floor.

Soap mutters a curse under his breath, and Gaz winces.

On shaky legs, you stand, walking the short distance to the wooden surface and sitting on it with short pants of breath.

His large hand grips your chin in a tight grasp, tilting your head back and forcing the eye contact between you both.

He leans in, mouth mere millimetres away from your own, before speaking. You can taste the tobacco as he does. "I'm gonna let every single one of my subordinates fuck your disobedient cunt, and it's not gonna get any cum. Do you understand that order, sweetheart?"

It's cruel. Patronising, and so unbearably condescending, but you nod, a tear finally leaking down your cheek.

With a calloused thumb, he wipes it away in one stroke. "Save that for the actual punishment, operator."

And then, he steps back, and takes a seat in his chair, allowing him a full view of the other three still sat at the couch, and your position in his desk.

"This is a lesson on following your captain's orders," Price barks his order, like most other men of his rank would. It's a stone cold contrast to the gentle, comforting way he usual spoke to the four of you. His voice, now, holds no love, no underlying adoration lacing through his words. "You will follow every command I give you, and hopefully, this training will carry onto our future missions."

You're all aware that if it gets too much, one of you will utter the safeword you're all aware of -- the weight of it almost embedded into your beings.

Price knows it, too. And no matter how angry he is, he'll always put you all first, listen to you when you genuinely need to stop.

The feeling in the room has shifted from one of heavy disappointment, to an electrifying anger that has liquid heat melting to your core.

"Simon," Price snaps his fingers, and it's almost as if you're in a parallel universe, because the large man immediately stands. "Lay 'er down on the desk."

Ghost only needs to take two steps from the couch before he's standing in front of you, hand fisting into your hair, before somewhat gently pushing you to lay flat against the smooth surface. Your breathing is harsh, your chest moving in quick rises.

"Strip 'er down," Price orders, voice gravelly as he takes another deep inhale of his cigar, folding his leg so his left ankle rests on his right knee, legs spread wide. He fills out the chair with his frame, and it makes you shiver as Ghost gets to work peeling your clothes off of you.

When your heated skin feels the kiss of the cool air, you let out a haggard breath, head falling back to hit the wood as you clench your eyes shut.

Ghost goes to spread your thighs, before pausing, awaiting Price's directions like a dutiful dog.

You never thought you'd see the day.

"She's wet enough," Price shrugs, taking another drag of his cigar. "Fuck 'er."

Oh, fuck.

He wasn't lying, you were soaking, something about the fear unknowingly having your inner thighs sticky and core aching to be filled.

But... not getting prepped? At all?

Ghost makes a surprised grunt of a noise, pausing for a moment, before recollecting his senses and unbuckling his pants.

Oh. Fuck.

He's really, properly following Price's directions, like the man had demanded. The guilt was eating all of you alive, and that festered in Simon's actions.

His deep brown eyes flick to yours, before he unzips his fly with one hand, gaze not moving from yours. There's slight apology in them, only a hint, before he leans down to spit on your cunt.

You inhale a sharp breath at the act, squeezing your eyes shut as his dick presses against your heat, rubbing against it slightly.

Then, he pushes in -- it makes you cry out, breath hitching as the tip enters. It's a tight fit, but he continues to push in, and it's almost as if you can feel the intrusion, the pressure in your chest.

"So you can follow orders, huh?" Price quips, almost nastily, and it has you shuddering as Ghost's hips finally flush against your own. You don't think you've ever taken any of them without foreplay, and it's a special form of torture. The pressure is almost too much, his cock filling you up so much.

Simon's head hangs between his shoulders, muscles tense as he stares down at you, the epitome of self-restraint.

He always was the most controlling one, the most calculating.

Not today, however.

That title easily belongs to Price, who merely relaxes further into his seat, as if he wasn't just mere feet away from the two of you.

"I said fuck her, Riley. Not stand there and keep it warm."

He's so fucking. He's fucking cruel about this, fully willing and wanting to make this hurt. It's so completely unlike the man you love, and it's psychologically damning in a way nothing else could be.

But, like directed, Simon fucks you.

He stops trying to be kind about it, stops wallowing in guilt. It's rough, forceful, urgent, unlike the way he usually liked to savour your pleasure, your pain. He usually delighted in the smooth, deep strokes, prolonging the passionate act almost vindictively.

No. Now, it's quick, punishing thrusts, and your head falls back and little moans escape your throat.

It's like you've both forgotten that Soap and Gaz sit on the couch, watching, waiting. Price has likely made it that way on purpose, to make them envy the attention you and Ghost are getting.

"Fuck," you moan, tits bouncing as Simon continues to fuck you relentlessly, harsh in his movements.

"Does he feel good?" Price is standing, and when you open glassy eyes, it's to see his face looking down at you. If you had the mind to, you'd flinch under his criticizing expression. "Answer me."

You nod, shakily, and when his brows narrow, you rush out a verbal response. "Yes, yes, he does!"

Price hums a noncommittal sound, before his hand slides down your stomach, leaving your hairs to stand on end, before his fingers reach your clit. In tight circles, he has you on the edge almost immediately, and you cry out.

"Gonna fuckin' cum," Ghost grunts, voice low as his eyes clench tight.

"Aww, you two close?" Your captain's voice is gruff, all too condescending, and just before you can find your release, his hand leaves your clit, and wraps around Ghost's neck. He leans into his ear, and his whisper is loud enough for everyone to hear. "Pull out."

Simon makes a noise suspiciously close to a whimper, and it's so unlike him that it has your eyes opening wide, before he does just as Price ordered.

He pulls out.

"Seriously?" You groan, filter eviscerated like your high was. You lean up, using your elbows for leverage.

Price raises one brow, before scratching at his beard almost absent-mindedly. "Got a complaint, sergeant?"

You shake your head, lightning quick, like a puppet on a string.

That's what you were right now -- what all of you were. Just puppets in whatever acts Price wanted to see you all star in.

It's exhilarating in the worst of ways.

"Soap, Gaz," Price snaps once more, and Ghost is nothing more than a neglected mutt. Which, really, is almost funny considering the amount of times the man teases you, Soap and Gaz about such a comment. You couldn't count the amount of times he's compare you three to 'needy puppies'.

Now, he was nothing more than that, and you wish you could enjoy that fact more.

The two men adhere to the command, radiating nervous energy as they stand to attention, not unlike they would if they were in a standard military unit.

"Gaz, take her mouth," Price demands, before his hand buries in the short hair near the nape of Soap's head with a mean grip, meant to hurt. Soap barely hides a whine as Price tugs him, forcing the man to his knees as if he's nothing more than the mutt Ghost usually refers to him as. "You, lick 'er clean."

You realise, then, what exactly this is.

It's truly a display of power. Of control. Because you four took that away from him on the field, unrightfully so. There truly is thought behind his anger, his pain.

It only makes the ache in your heart burn, makes it bruise and bleed where the shattered pieces cut and embed into the innerworkings of your body.

This 'training' won't make up for what you four pulled. Not in the slightest.

But it's something to let John get some of his emotions out, in a somewhat healthier way than you lot usually resorted to.

You'd always offer your support, offer yourself, and he knows that.

He's deliberately taking away that option for you, taking control to comfort the side of him that is so deeply ingrained, so deeply relied on for him to live.

You love him. So effortlessly.

Those words remain accurate, even as Johnny first licks over your wet pussy, and Kyle's dick bumps against your lips.

Opening your mouth without a thought, Kyle's tip slips in, his pre-cum salty on your tongue as you flatten your tongue against it. Johnny's as enthusiastic as ever, maybe even more than usual, as he delegates all of his attention to your aching warmth.

John's grip doesn't release from Johnny's hair, shoving his closer against you, and the sight is so hot that you wish you could fully, properly enjoy it.

Another time, when you're all in better spots, happy and unapologetic, you'll ask them to re-enact the scene.

Johnny moans against your pussy, hands coming up to grip at your bare thighs, and you just know there'll be finger-shaped bruises come tomorrow morning. He's always been unaware of his strength, not understanding the proper damage he can inflict, especially in the bedroom. It's attractive as all hell.

"Yeah? She taste good, hm?" John nearly snarls, and you let out a drawn out moan at the pleasure and words. The sound is muffled by Kyle pushing in deeper, having you almost gagging on his length.

Your eyes flutter shut at the onslaught of feelings, but even with no sight, you can feel Simon's eyes on you like a physical weight.

You know what position he's in, without having to look. Leaning against the wall with a furious expression, large arms folded over his bulky chest. Maybe he's pulled off his mask, maybe it's just been hooked over his crooked nose.

"Fuck, cap," Kyle groans, bucking into your throat. "So fuckin' good--"

Johnny muffles a whine as his efforts nearly double, and you swear spots colour the darkness of your vision. You're already there, and it's not like you can say anything, with Kyle abusing your mouth like this.

"She's close, ain't she, Johnny? Feel her clenchin' on your tongue?" John taunts, and you can feel Johnny nod against your core, nose brushing your clit as he does.

John huffs a cruel laugh, before he abruptly pulls Johnny away by the scruff of his neck. You can't help by buck up, searching for touch, but none comes.

"Kyle," John's tone is one requiring no resistance, and with a shaky exhale, Kyle pulls out of your mouth, a string of spit clinging to his dick, before snapping and leaving your cheek covered with a line of it.

You shakily open your eyes, your pussy begging for a release, knowing that you won't get one. Not yet.

"You make a mess, you clean it up," John says.

So, Kyle leans down, his tongue licking over the spit trail, and really it should be disgusting.

Instead, it only makes you wetter.

Your thighs incessantly shake, no hint of stopping as your body aches. The emotional turmoil, mixed with the physical kind -- it's a concoction for torture.

With half-lidded eyes, you watch as John forces Johnny's head in between your breasts, pressing his face into them. It must be almost suffocating, but Johnny manages to whine as you feel John's hand wrap around Johnny's dick, positioning it against your twitching hole.

"Rut into her," John orders, before stepping back.

Johnny does just that -- he thrusts in, bottoming out with one push. Your moan sounds too alike to a squeal at the stretch, the sudden intrusion. Your arms wrap around his back, nails scratching lines down Johnny's back as he thrusts into you almost manically. You're sure that you're drawing blood, but it only seems to encourage the man rutting into you further, his thrusts urgent and feral.

"Jesus christ," someone -- you're sure it's Kyle -- murmurs, and you suddenly want to know what you must look like from a spectator. Ruined, probably.

Your breaths are harried as you feel yourself getting close once more, tears burning at the corner of your vision at the pure need coursing through your veins.

"Please," you whimper, squeezing like a vice around Johnny's dick. "Please, oh god."

"Now you want me to make decisions? Let you two cum?" There's a hand in your hair, and in any other situation, it'd be calming.

Currently, it feels like a thinly veiled threat.

"Please, John, 'm so sorry, please," you beg, eyes blurry as you look up into the man's stormy blue eyes.

Usually, they're comparable to a calm ocean, the beach mid-summer.

Now, they're akin to the darkest of storms, the ones sailors whisper about, the ones that haunt them while they're asleep at sea. Ones that cause shipwrecks to wash up on shores, ones that cause stories to be passed between campers on the scariest of nights.

"Now you're sorry, sweetheart?" And, oh, there's a sliver of the warmth you've come to crave, and it almost has you melting where you lay.

You're so close, you can taste it on your tongue, and your moans get louder, needier, more frantic --

"Stop, Johnny."

Tears fall, then. Hot and heavy down your cheeks, leaving sticky tracks in their wake. Hiccups fall from your lips as you sob from the deprevation.

Johnny whines, head drooped low as he stops, and you can feel him pulse inside of you, both of you at your wits' end.

"You follow orders so well in this room, don't you?" John says. The voice of a captain.

It's almost your last straw. The devastation is too great, the mix of physical and emotion stress weighing on you heavily.

"'M so sorry, shoulda listened," you cry, body trembling.

"John, please, we're sorry," Kyle insists, a furrow between his dark brows where he takes a step closer to you and Johnny.

Simon, although silent, is also closer to you both now than he had been, no longer stood against the wall.

Your boys -- they're so inherently protective, and it's such a nice feeling. No matter how guilty they feel, how genuinely sorry, they can't stand to see you or Johnny so weak, so vulnerable.

Love. You love them, in a way words can never describe.

John exhales. A deep, thoughtful one.

"We're talking about this, after we're all cleaned up," he says. It's the first hint of himself that you've heard tonight, and the relief is like an intoxicating drug.

It's like even the room itself takes a deep breath, dispelling of some of the tension lining every inch of it.

"Off 'er," John snaps his fingers, and Johnny pulls out with a small whimper, head still hung low.

Grabbing your hips, John flips you over, making you bend so your face is to the desk and your ass is in the air. His large hand presses against your lower back, bending you into an arch.

He slides in, and it's an easy entry. You don't think you've been more wet in your life, and gods, you need it.

Setting a ruthless pace immediately, every thrust forces a whimper, a moan, a whine out of your mouth, eyes dazed as your cheek presses against the wood. His hand fists into your hair, forcing your head to face the three men stood side by side, watching you both with a flurry of emotions behind heavy stares.

"Feel so fuckin' good, christ," John seethes, his grip tightening in your hair, causing your moan to become louder as it leaves your lips.

It isn't long before you're at that cliff once more, begging for a final push, just so you can reach that finish you ache for.

"Gonna, fuck, please, let me cum, John, I love you, I'm so sorry," your words aren't fully your own, and they come out in a desperate plea.

"Yeah? My girl gonna cum for me? Needy slut."

Those words are your undoing, your nirvana.

You cum, body strung tight as tears fall down your cheeks once more, your vision nearly blacking out with the strength of your orgasm. It's almost painful, the stimulation altogether too much, and not enough.

John finishes not long after, his cum filling you up with a loud groan from him.

He releases his fist in your hair, and you head falls to the desk, body slumping with the final release of pleasure.

Stroking a smoothing hand down your back, he pulls out, and you can feel his seed leaking down your thighs. You must be a sight -- all worn out and dripping with the white liquid.

"We don't getta cum?" Johnny whines, and you can hear the roll of Simon's eyes.

There's a hand stroking stray hairs off of your face, and from the texture and size of the limb you can tell it's Kyle.

"You won't get to tomorrow, either, if you keep tha' up," Price mutters, and you let out a delusional giggle at his words. You're cum-drunk, almost, from how drawn out your orgasm had been.

"We really are sorry, Cap," Kyle murmurs genuinely, and the hurt is a sharp barb on his tongue. "You know we love you, didn't mean to hurt you."

John releases a long, worn-out breath. "I know that. I do. But you're a bunch of reckless muppets 'nd you fuckin' went too far today. I'm your captain, lover or not."

"We'll talk it over later," Simon states, and you can't help but agree with the sentiment.

You will. And it'll be a painful conversation, but one that you all owe to your captain.

Because, at the end of the day, you four would do anything for the man that you love. That includes the tough words, the difficult exchanges.

John presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, and with complete certainty, you're sure that you're all going to be okay.

a/n. the day that i stop loving poly 141 is the day that i die. price needs all the love omg this one kinda hurt to write cause oof angst but hopefully it was an enjoyable read!!!! thank you to everyone who comments on my fics, your notes etc make me do a lil happy dance ily all!!!!!!!!!!!!