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I’m seeing a majority of Ken Sato x fem!reader, but HEAR ME OUT—!!!

Kenji x Male!Reader bcuz this man has both mommy AND daddy issues. More so DADDY issues bcuz he misses his mama ofc, but doesn’t seem to have resentment towards her like he does his father.

SO! Kenji x Male!Reader where the reader happens to be his manager (he needs one after Mina… or at least until he can get her system back online).

Kenji who actually likes being bossed around by Male!Reader. Have him telling the superstar what to do and say and not taking Kenji’s bullshit like most people do.

Male!Reader who manages not only the big things, but also the small things; down to the jewelry Kenji wears because “A gold tag necklace doesn’t go with everything, “Mr. Sato.”

Ken Sato who absolutely melts the first time Male!Reader calls him by his real name. Not “Mr. Sato”. Not “Sato”. Not “Ken.” But “Kenji”… The air leaving his chest along with any snark he could think to give back.

Just UUGH!! Give Ken Sato a boyfriend too!!

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Thinking about men who look all cocky and confident showing off their big cock but when you tell them to turn around and show their pretty pussy, they get all shy about it but do it anyway; awkwardly maneuvering his big body to get down on all four before turning around to show off his hole, spreading his legs and arching his back as much as possible while looking at you for approval

Thinking about his head falling into his hands, and soft protests escaping his lips when you tell him he’s got such a pretty pussy, and although he’s acting all embarrassed you can see the way his hole clenches at your words, back arching further to show you more of his hairy hole, or how those protests turn into whines and whimpers as you slap and knead his cheeks, thumb teasingly circling his puckered rim, before you have him bucking up into your touch, begging - pleading for you to just fuck his “pretty pussy “

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TW : NSFW top mreader

there’s something primal about the way that SIMON RILEY MOANS that completely rewires your brain when you’re having sex. he isn’t loud, preferring small grunts and praises over the brash and loud moaning. he wants to tell you how good you’re doing.

but when you’re balls deep inside, raw with no separation in between your cock and his walls, firm balls flush against his cheeks, tip pressing right against his prostate— you get this drowsy moan. one that lets you know that simon has been reduced to nothing but a babbling mess, his words slurring and his heavy manchester accent now a lot prominent.

simon has this breathy sound in behind each moan and every word ends with him only behind able to pronounce the vowels or a syllable of what he really wants to say. making him whimper is that best part—such a scary man underneath you like this and falling part on your dick can really boost your ego. can you blame him though? it’s hard to get you words across when you’re boyfriend is digging you out so nice good and deep.

© ASTROKNOTT ™

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THE TIMING LMAOOOO

okay but what if i choked price with his own cunty scarf do you see what i see

Cw: 18+ forced orgasm, overstimulation, breath play, Price pondering over cnc play, dom top! Male Reader, sub bot! Price

Thinking about Price down on all four ass in the air head burried in the pillow, while you relentlessly bully your cock into his hole.

It’s too much, he thinks.

You’ve been going round after round to the point where his body is spent and he’s sure you’re shooting blanks but you don’t seem to care as you continuously fuck into him.

It’s too much, he squeaks, but you don’t seem to hear him as grunts and groans continuously tumble past your lips, determined as ever to finish.

It’s too much, he thinks and attempts to crawl away from your grip but he completely forgets about the scarf neatly tied around his neck, the one you’re using to keep him in place.

He moves so abruptly, the fabric practically digs into his skin, and for a moment it feels like the breath has been punched out of him, ears ringing loud as the world around him blurs out

But he’s quickly brought back to the present moment by the way continue to relentlessly fuck into him, grunts and groans escaping your lips muttering how you’re so close into his skin, using a big rough hand to fucking him back onto your dick, acting as if you couldn’t care less that he’s on the verge of passing out here

For a brief moment he wonders what you would do if he were to pass out. Would you continue fucking him? Using big rough hands to fuck his unconscious body back onto your dick? Filling him up over and over while he’s ever so oblivious to what you’re doing? The only sign of what you’ve done to him being the sore feeling and the cum trickling out of him?

The thought itself sends goosebumps running down his spine, toes subconsciously curling as he clenches down onto your cock.

And suddenly the obscene sound of your ballsack slapping his ass overtrumps the ringing in his ears ,and instead of focusing on his blurry surroundings all he can focus on is the way big rough hands are controlling every little movement of his hips, using him as if he‘s nothing but a mere a cocksleeve, a hole to use as you please and before he’s even aware of it he’s spilling ropes of cum all over the sheets

“That’s it, such a good boy for me,”

Jesus Christ

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young sergeant!price would be a fucking tease, always making lewd comments and bending over whenever you're around other soldiers, knowing you won't do anything with others around.

he'd be such a perv, too, and a borderline stalker. always sending you texts along the lines of "you look so hot ordering those recruits around, wish you could" or sending you a photo of yourself at the shooting range or something with those horny emojis and an eggplant. and you're always so exasperated and bemused whenever you receive them.

he's so freaky he sneaks into your private office and probably fingerfucks his pussy whilst sitting on your chair, having to bite down on his fist or uniform to muffle his squeals when he squirts all over your chair, desk, and floors.

hgnghg I NEED HIM RIGH TNEOW

Young sergeant!Price sneaking into your office, stripping out of his clothes and putting on your tunic, the one decked out in different types of medals and acknowledgments before taking a seat in your chair, fucking himself with the dildo he’d snuck with him, a thrilling feeling rushing down his spine as he hears the soft clinking sounds mixing with obscene squelching sounds, almost cumming when he hears steps approaching the office, and when you open the door you’re met with sight of price looking all fucked out, eyes half lidded cheeks dusted in pink, tunic doing little to cover the dildo that’s still buried deep inside him

Young sergeant! Price riling you up enough throughout the day so that you’re pulling him into your office and bending him over your desk, taking him during office hours - something he knows you absolutely hate, purposely refusing to be quiet when he hears another set of footsteps approaching, whining and whimpering even muttering the words sir just so the other person knows you aren’t alone, and watching in amusement as you scramble to explain yourself to the person on the other side all while continuously thrusting your cock into his soaping wet cunt

Or refusing to fuck Young Sergeant! Price during office hours no matter what he does, so he sneaks into your office and takes matter into his own hands, sinks down onto your cock while you’re doing paper work

Without even looking at him, you know he’s got a pout on his face and tears prickling his eyes because you don’t pay him any attention even when he’s practically bouncing on your cock, but you can also hears the whines and whimpers escaping his lips because even though you’re ignoring him he’s determined to make himself finish.

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food for thought: makarov doesn't like doing things himself. why would he when he can hire people to do it for him? killing people, doing trades, keeping his garden neat, cleaning for him—jerking him off.

as his trusted left hand man, you were tasked with various things. one of these things was jerking off makarov. getting him hard and pulling his pants down, and jacking his cock. how you did it depended on his mood. sometimes he'd force you to keep your gloves on, other times he'd force you to remove them. sometimes you'd use either use your spit as lube, or get an actual bottle of lubricant. other times he forgo any lubricant, getting off to the almost rough feeling.

other times, however, he'd force you to jerk off, too. well, it wasn't forcing you when you were into it.

he'd never admit it but the sight of your cock—bigger and girthier than his—would excite him. how he longed to have you split him open, pinning him to his bed and fucking every silly thought out of his brain, make him take your load after load after load.

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Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

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Why are Price's tiddies so big??? Are they full of milk??? Are you not milking him properly??? Could I help milk him??? I promise I won't breed him 🙏 I mean that promise I do not wanna be a dad he is not gonna get bred

Okay but what about Price sucking on your tits….

Pairing: John Price x Male reader

cw: 18+ male breastfeeding, breastfeeding kink, it really is just price sucking your tits no lactation or anything, dom male reader, sub price

Dedicated to Elijah because he gets it @lieutnt

Thinking about Price laying on your lap, head cradled in your hand, fingers tentatively scratching at his scalp, while you watch the tension slowly seep out of him.

It’s been a busy week, with paperwork that never seems to stop piling up, recruits that keep leaving messes for him to clean up and on top of that he hasn’t properly seen you all week except for the couple of minutes before he left for work or before he fell asleep.

It’s safe to say he’s a bit tense and you’ve done everything in your power to help him relax yet nothing seems to be helping.

It wasn’t until you had him sprawled out on your lap, his head in your hand, and lips brushing over your pec that you saw a change on his face.

That’s when you got an idea.

Your thumb grazes his bottom lip before gently clasping his chin and nudging him closer towards bare skin.

There’s visible heat creeping up his face, a choked sound escaping his chest before he leans in to deliver a tentative lick to your pec.

His gaze meets yours, looking at you as if he’s expecting the worst only to be met with your soft smile as you nudge him closer to you.

Price doesn’t waste a second before he delivers another tentative lick, this time dragging his tongue slowly across the sensitive skin as a contented hum escapes his lips.

“There it is,” you breathe out, feeling the tension leave your body as well as you fully relax onto the mattress.

The feeling of his mouth wasn’t unpleasant by any means and it wasn’t the first time you were doing something like this but it certainly was the first time doing it without any sex involved.

You didn't mind though, didn’t need an explanation, not when he looks so relaxed like this; eyes half lidded cheeks dusted pink contented sounds escaping his puffy red lips.

The man continues to deliver experimental licks, sharp tongues dragging across the small mound and leaving it covered in spit, sending pleasurable sensations running through your body whenever his hot breath washes over the slick skin.

“Hah,” you grunt out, feeling your toes curl and head tip back.

Price doesn’t seem too bothered with the sudden commotion as he continues licking and mouthing at the now puffy numb before he finally latches on.

“Fuck!��� You grout out, the hand in his hair turning rough as you yank at the sandy strands ���Just like that love,” you say, and pull the other man closer to you.

Price seems just as eager to get close, slinging one leg over your waist to further scoot into your arms while a hand clutches onto your shoulder as if trying to prevent you from escaping his grasp.

You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face as you look down at the man who seems so docile in your embrace.

Despite the furrowed brows and the way his fingers are practically digging into your skin the tension from earlier seems to be completely gone from his body, as he continues vigorously sucking”doing so well for me John,”

For a brief moment there aren’t any words exchanged, just a comfortable silence, while one hands cards through his hair, as the other gently caresses his bare skin,

The repeated suckling motion almost lulls you to sleep, eyelids growing heavy as you feel yourself sink further into the sheets and upon looking down at the older man you can see he’s also dozing off, eyes fluttering shut, lips slipping from your nipple as soft snores roll off of his tongue,

Goodnight John.

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cw: 18+, spanking,

You all are fake ass eaters do you know how I know? Because it’s always about eating someone out who has a big fat plump ass but what about old man price with a fat but flat ass, with dimples on his skin, stretch marks and scars dusted all over his back and hips, salt and pepper hair all over his body,

Imagine him laying flush against the mattress, briefs tugged under the small curve of his ass, face down to hide the embarrassment on his face- because he can’t believe he let you do something like this , all while impatiently shifting around on the sheets because he’s painstakingly hard and his weeping cock is uncomfortably sticking to the fabric

But you don’t plan on fucking him, at least not yet as you sit there straddling his waist clothed cock practically rocking into the cleft of his ass, while your hands knead his cheeks, watching the pale skin easily turn red under your harsh grip , and hearing the sweet whines and whimpers that escape his lips. “Hurry up kid,”

His words quickly turn into squeaks as the very first slap lands to his cheek

“Ah fuck!” Price cries out and you watch in amazement as the small of his ass softly jiggles under your hand.

The sight sends sparks of pleasure straight to your dick and a sense of urgency overtakes your body, as fingers swiftly massage the flushed skin before landing another slap to it.

“Fuck!” This time a loud scream escapes his lips, body jerking in place but unable to move much with your weight on top of him.

Just like before the small of his ass jiggles under your hand and you audible groan at the sight. “So fucking pretty,” you mindless say but once you register your words you freeze in place

“Shit I’m sorry-“ you say apologizes ready to start tumbling past yours lips, fearing you had made the older man uncomfortable in your lust filled daze.

But the man only moans in response, ass wiggling up in your direction, silently begging, pleading for for more.

Jesus Christ.

You don’t even think twice before you land another slap to his ass, the loud sound of skin being slapped mingling with the sound of his gasp

It’s almost as you fall in a trance as you contiously lands slaps to his ass, ever so entranced with the way the skin barley has time to recover before you’re landing another hit to his ass skin continuously rippling under your hand.

It’s only when you hear his quivering breath and see the way he’s practically shaking beneath you that you snap out of your daze.

“You okay?” You say, voice hoarse and full of concern as you look at the older man beneath you.

The man beneath you turns his head, looks at you with teary eyes and a flushed face before he drops his head into the pillow again. “Jesus Christ kid,”

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y’know who gives the best blowjobs? soap and simon.

the pair of them are cheeky and playful when they're paired together.

it was johnny's plan. his idea was to corner you in and overstimulate you until you were reduced to nothing but a shaking, crying mess.

your thighs are forced open with your cock achingly hard, twitching at the sight of both men looming over you. simon's thick fingers grip your cock, leaning over you intimidatingly, his eyes half-lidded and a grin obviously plastered on his face with the way his eyes crinkle. god, you can barely meet his eyes before he grips your chin, tilting your head towards him to maintain eye contact while he jerks you off slowly.

you can feel johnny's lips and warm tongue against your heavy balls. he massages your ballsack while sucking on them, coating them in his drool. he chuckles at the reaction he gets out of you. all johnny wants to see is you begging, pleading with them for permission to come.

for the next couple of hours, you're nothing but their toy to use and play with.

simon will fuck your tight asshole. so unused, with your cock leaking all over your abdomen at the pleasure. you've been dreaming of this, you won't lie. you've been fantasising about the addictive sensation of simon's lengthy dick filling your holes, while johnny slaps his weeping dick against your cheek and orders you to tilt your head back and allow him to use your throat.

you're just a private, nothing in comparison to your sergeant and lieutenant.

your boner throbs and aches at the sudden lack of attention. before, they couldn't keep their hands off of your dick and balls, and now they were neglecting your poor, sore cock. you plead through deep breaths for them to jerk you off, tears rolling down your cheeks slowly with your bottom lip quivering.

“pathetic—so damn greedy, aye? yer’ gettin’ fucked by simon and suckin’ my dick, and yet ye’ still want more? dirty boy.” johnny growls out teasingly. he's so condescending and cruel with his words, he knows exactly how to rile you up.

the taste of johnny's bitter load lingers on your tongue. you choke out a string of incoherent words before you're coming all over yourself uncontrollably, strings of your hot arousal landing against your chest.

“didn’t say you could come, private.” simon grumbles out disappointedly, flipping you onto your stomach. his gloved hand pins your head down while he slaps and rubs his bulbous cock against your ass for a second round.

they'll go at it until you're obedient and know how to behave, until you're sobbing and babbling out an apology, offering your body to them in return for their forgiveness and sympathy.

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Can I ask a request if you are taking so, like poly! Soap and ghost with male reader where male reader is a another team leader, male reader's rank is higher than them being a Colonel.

So, it has been month where soap and ghost saw male reader because they were in mission after coming back they saw male reader wearing major uniform like male reader is promoted. so soap and ghost decide to give male reader a award. Smut please.

Congratulations, General

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male Reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish Warning: NSFW/18+ content under cut

Warning(s): Higher rank reader, double blow job, biting, poly relationship, semi-public sex in a conference room, overstimulation, safeword, multiple orgasms, threesome, old man knees, boot grinding brrrr, use of sir/general multiple times, Soap is the one in control Word Count: 3686 Account Navigation AO3 Link

Soap slapped your back as he passed behind you, laughing at the sound you made as he stopped at your side. Ghost came up on your other side, rubbing your lower back as they settled in their spots.

“You guys getting ready to go?” You ask, glancing up at Soap. 

“You jus’ can’t wait to get rid o’ us, can ya, Colonel?” Soap groans, leaning into you with a huff.

“Oh shut it,” you smile with a roll of your eyes as you pushed Soap off of you. “I wanted to say goodbye to you before you both left for however long.”

“At least a month,” Ghost chimes in, chuckling at the disappointed look you gave him. 

“We’ll be back before yah know it,” Soap reassures, pressing a short kiss to your temple. “You’ve got your own team to watch out for.”

You sighed quietly as you nodded. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back. I know I’m planned to be here awhile.”

“See? That’s the spirit,” Soap grins, pulling you into a hug. You heard Ghost let out a quiet laugh before he was hugging you as well, pressing the mouth of his mask against the top of your head. 

You’d seen them off plenty of times before. It wasn’t rare that your team was paired with the 141 for missions or what not. You watched as they took off and lingered in the hangar until their helicopter was out of sigh before you returned to the base. 

Ghost and Soap were in for a treat when they got back.

—---

It had been just over a month when they returned from their recon mission. Just about the average time it took. You normally would’ve been in the hangar to meet them but you’d gotten stuck in a meeting with a few captains of teams you were now ‘in charge’ of. You’d been spreading these teams where they were needed and it was taking longer than you would’ve preferred.

You’d thought everyone agreed on where to go and today would be the final discussion, but people were bringing up sudden worries. Frustration racked through you as you repeated yourself for the sixth time in that hour. One of the captains began speaking against you, again, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose as you sat back in your chair. Your uniform suddenly felt too stuffy and you were ready to explode right then. 

You didn’t miss the look of disdain the captain shot you as he spoke and you were quick to wave him away. “We’ll come back to this tomorrow. Tensions are high. We won’t get anywhere like this,” you sigh, capping the pen you’d been using. You stood up, your colleagues following suit. They saluted you before you dismissed them and soon it was just you in the meeting room.

You grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge in the room and held it against your head for a moment before sighing in relief. You sat back down in your chair and kicked your feet up, leaning as far back in the chair as you could without falling out of it. What a fucking shit show.

A knock at the door of the meeting room interrupted your thoughts as you glanced towards the door. “Price,” you hum, readjusting in your chair so you were facing the captain. “What brings you here?”

“You’ve got visitors, General,” Price answers, stepping inside to let Soap and Ghost in. You huffed at the use of your new title before standing up. 

“General?” Soap mumbles, glancing over at you. You assumed he was looking for the medal that came with a rank up. 

“Major General,” you nod with a small smile. 

“What? When?” Soap laughs, walking over to you and running the broad side of his finger over the medal once he found it. 

“Just after you guys left,” you answer. Ghost appeared next to Soap, eyeing the medal for a moment. 

Price had left the room a while ago. You’d heard the door click close behind him and you’re sure no one would be back in anytime soon. It seems Ghost has noticed as well. 

“I think this is call for celebration,” he hums.

Soap hums in agreement and they both looked at you for permission. You let out a short laugh as you nodded. “Whatever you two see fit.”

—--

Both of them were on their knees in front of you. Your jacket had been laid over the back of one of the chairs leaving you in your white undershirt. Ghost had pushed your pants and boxers halfway down your thighs. 

Whatever you had in mind was certainly not what they had in mind. Your face felt hot as Soap jerked you off to get you hard. You were pressed against the conference room table, your hands flat on the table behind you. supporting you. “You okay?” Ghost asks, jerking you from your thoughts.

You nod, letting out a breath as Ghost pressed a kiss to your thigh, his mask pushed up to sit on the bridge of his nose. “I’m okay,” you confirm. “Jus’ caught off guard.”

“Safeword?” Ghost asks. 

You nod. “Pickles?”

Soap chuckles, pressing a kiss to your thigh as he nods. “Pickles it is.” 

Ghost hummed against your thigh, his hands running over your flesh. Your hips jerked when he bit the inside of your thigh and you choked on a moan. You felt Soap press a kiss to the head of your cock, then Ghost’s mouth was at the base of your cock. 

If it weren’t for the fact that the two men were holding your legs, you’re sure your legs would’ve given out on you. Soap took you into his mouth, whatever he didn’t have in his mouth was being kissed, licked, rubbed, and sucked by Ghost. And by god was it good.

Your hand tangled in Soap’s mohawk and he moaned around you. The vibrations it caused made you shiver, your back arching away from the table. A whine tore through your throat as Ghost pressed a firm hand against your waist, pushing you back against the table. 

Soap’s tongue worked magic against you, swirling that sinful thing around your tip. It was then that you’d realized you’d gone the whole time they were gone without getting off. You warned them as such. If anything, it made them move faster, more intentional. 

You were so close already, your breaths coming out as gasps as their mouths moved along your length. Your hips were held in place by Ghost, preventing you from rutting into the warmth of either of their mouths. “Please, please please please,” you pant, begging as you try to overpower the hand. 

Soap gave an amused hum and the vibrations sent you over the edge. 

“Coming,” you gasp. Ghost backed off enough for Soap to force you down his throat, audibly swallowing your spend with a moan. He pulled off of you and you could see the surprise in both of their eyes. You were still achingly hard.

Ghost nudged Soap, the Scotsman standing up and pulling you into a kiss. He swallows the sinful moan you let out as Ghost takes you fully into his mouth. You feel yourself slip down his throat and you curse as he swallows around it.

The overstimulation made you tear up as you pulled away from Soap. Your teeth gritted together, your chest heaving as you watch Ghost suck you off. Soap littered light kisses along your jaw before he was nosing your head to the side to get access to your neck. You allow him to do so though you lose sight of Ghost in the process.

Ghost pulls off of your cock with a pop, a whine escaping you. “Move your foot,” Ghost says, lifting a leg enough for you to slide one of your boots under him. He lowers himself onto it, giving an experimental roll of his hips. “Thank you, sir,” he breathes, pulling you back into his mouth as he sets a slow pace for his hips.

You're shaking above him, sweat beading at your forehead as you try to keep yourself quiet, still aware of your very much public conference room. Soap’s nipping at your neck, one hand laced with yours on the table behind you, the other resting on your tummy just above your pelvis. 

“Can I bite you, sir?” Soap whispers, voice low and husky in your ear. It has your breath catching in your throat and your hips twitch against Ghost’s hand. The Brit growled as he pushed you harder against the table.

“Y’know the rules, Johnny,” you whisper back. They weren’t allowed to leave marks in noticeable places. You preferred they only marked up your legs. Somewhere you could easily cover.

He whined in response, pouting against you. “Jus’ this once?” He begs. You find it in you to roll your eyes.

“Jus’ this once,” you huff. They got away with marking your neck and chest more often than not. Teeth sank into your neck and you curse louder than you’d wanted to. Soap licks around the bite apologetically before grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss that’s more tongue than anything. 

He licks over your lips, no hesitation to push his tongue into your mouth the moment you part them. His hips pressed into your side to alleviate some of the pressure on his cock. “Feel what you do t’me?” Soap growls against your lips. “General?”

Your knee gives out and you fall forward into Ghost who grunts in surprise. Soap presses a hand against your chest, using it to push you back upright. You manage an apology to Ghost who pats your thigh in response. 

Soap has that cocky little smile adorning his face as you regain your footing. “Like it when I call ya that?” He whispers, low and sultry, his lips ghosting over your cheek. He pushes his luck. “Like it when I call ya General?”

You can only nod, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself getting close to your second orgasm. A shaky hand finds its way to the top of Ghost’s mask, simply resting on it for now. Ghost was rocking down on your boot hard. You could feel the outline of his cock even through your boot. 

You could hear Ghost letting out quiet moans around you and it drove you wild. “Si, I’m close,” you whisper, your head lolling forward for a moment before Soap was pulling it back up.

“Keep yer eyes on Si,” Soap grins, holding your head still as the both of you watch Ghost rut against your boot, your dick disappearing in his mouth. “Takes you s’well doesn’t he?”

Ghost looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes glossed over. “So well,” you nod. Soap’s hand joined yours on Ghost’s head and, much to your surprise, pushed Ghost all the way down your cock with a chuckle.

Ghost swallowed around you and you didn’t even have time to warn him as you folded over, coming down his throat. Your foot raised against his cock in the process and the extra pressure it gave him sent him over the edge. He came with a low growl against you before letting your cock slip from his mouth. 

Your cock was slick with saliva, a mix of it and precum dripping down onto the floor in front of you. “I’m soaked,” you sigh, melting against the table behind you as Ghost stands up. He wipes at the corner of his mouth where drool had gathered before he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, then turning to give Soap one as well.

For a moment, you think it’s done. Too soon. Soap presses against your hip again, a quiet whine slipping from his lips. “Let me fuck you, sir,” he begs, subtly grinding into your hip. You give an overexaggerated sigh before nodding.

“Go ‘head, Sergeant.”

Ghost chuckles, nudging you forward enough so he can jump up on the table behind you before pulling you up with him. Soap undoes one of your boots, letting it slip off your foot before pushing your pant leg down with it. You readjust yourself, giving Soap better access to your lower half.

Soap gets back on his knees, pulling you closer to the edge before his tongue lathed over your hole. You tensed at the feeling, cursing lowly as Soap started nipping at your thighs. One of Ghost’s hands intertwined with yours across your abdomen, the other rubbing circles into your waist in an attempt to help you relax.

Lips ghosted over your neck and you let out a sigh, baring the sensitive skin to the man behind you. Teeth nipped at your neck before they were sinking into the flesh. You arched away from him with a groan and you felt Ghost smile against you. “Always so good for us, General,” he whispers and you choke on your breath, your dick jumping in interest against your abdomen. 

Soap chuckles from his spot between your legs. “You don’t react this way when everyone calls you general, right?” He teases. 

You huff, “If you want to fuck me, I say you best watch your mouth, Sergeant.”

You pick up the faintest whimper from Soap before he’s lapping at your hole again. You jerk again at the feeling before Ghost is whispering sweet nothings to you, your body relaxing back against him.

His tongue works magic around your cock and it’s no different when he pushes the muscle into you. Your thighs twitch as you let out a low groan, letting your head fall back against Ghost’s shoulder. The Brit busied himself kissing down your jaw, pulling you into short kisses every few moments. 

Soap’s tongue worked you open expertly, his hands digging into the flesh of your thigh to keep your legs from squeezing shut around his head. He added a finger to the mess, bringing a hiss from you at the feeling. Your boot gently connected with his head, a warning. “Warning next time, please.”

His apology is muffled. He didn’t even bother to take his tongue out of you. It brings a quiet chuckle from Ghost, muffled against your neck. Soap’s finger moved at a steady pace, opening you up for a second

A second finger presses against you before it was dipping in with the first. You thanked him, rolling your hips down to grind against his fingers and, subsequently, his face. His fingers went back and forth between crooking into that bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars and scissoring you open. 

You sucked in a breath as a third finger was added. The stretch was unpleasant to say the least. Soap pulled his tongue out, standing up to lean over you. His fingers stilled in you, waiting for you to adjust to them and give him to go ahead to move.

You took a shaky breath in, shifting your hips to test the waters. Even with his spit practically drenching your hole, it took a while for your breathing to return to normal and the pain of the stretch dull. 

“Go ahead,” you nod, moaning as Soap crooks his fingers, just barely missing your prostate. “Prick.”

Soap quirked his eyebrow at you before he pressed himself right against you, his lips just barely brushing over yours. You felt your lip quiver as you kept eye contact with him. A moment of weakness maybe, “Your eyes are gorgeous,” you whisper. 

The smirk he had on his face turned to confusion before a blush formed on his face and he buried his face into your neck. Ghost laughed above you, nudging you up to pull you into a kiss while Soap tried to busy himself stretching you open. He pressed his fingers against your prostate, massaging it until you were clenching down on him with another warning.

His fingers left you empty and you whined against Ghost at the loss. You heard Soap rummaging through his pockets before he pulled a small packet of lube out. “Bastard, you had some the whole time,” you growl, pressing the heel of your boot into his thigh.

“Forgot?” Soap smiles as he pulls your leg back over his hip before undoing his pants enough to pull his cock out.

“As if,” Ghost huffs behind you and you chuckle quietly in response. You lean into him, watching as Soap tears open the lube packet and spreads the contents over his cock. 

Soap lines himself up, one hand pressed against your thigh while the other held his cock steady. He looks up at you and you nod, squeezing Ghost’s hand to brace yourself. 

His tip breached your rim and you keened, legs trying to close around Soap’s waist. Soap cursed, low and gravelly as he slowly inched his way inside of you, stopping whenever you tensed or showed any signs of discomfort. 

You almost sobbed in relief as he bottomed out. Your thighs were twitching almost non-stop and you were having to let breaths out through your mouth. “Ya weren’t lyin’ when ya said ya’d not gotten off,” Soap pants. “Yer tight as all hell.”

You scoff in response, shifting your hips in an attempt to find a comfortable position. A moan racked through your body as Soap’s cock reangled and brushed against your sweet spot. “Oh shit. Right there, Johnny,” you whisper. He simply nods in response, pulling out slowly until just his tip was in before pushing back in at the same pace.

Moans left both of you at the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut. Soap kept that slow pace longer than you appreciated, keeping it going long after you were begging for him to speed up. You clawed at his shoulder with your free hand, guaranteed to leave pretty red marks that you’re positive someone is going to ask about.

Soap pulls you into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth as he picks up the pace, his balls slapping your ass with every thrust in. There’s a strand of saliva connecting the two of you as he pulls back but he’s quick to reach over your shoulder and pull Ghost into a similar kiss.

You busy yourself kissing over Soap’s neck, smiling to yourself before biting just below his jawline. You hear the muffled moan he lets out into Ghost’s mouth and then you’re sucking a mark into the bite. You lean back to admire the mark as Ghost and Soap separate, both panting right next to your ear. 

The sound has you reeling, your dick leaking a sizable glob of precum on the fabric of your shirt. Soap’s hips stutter and you know what’s coming. You move to jerk yourself off but Ghost beats you to it. His hand wraps around the base of your dick and it has you arching away from him with a low moan. 

He jerks you in time with Soap’s thrusts, whispering in your ear the whole time. You’re not able to make much through your pleasurable haze except for the occasional ‘General’ and ‘sir’ he throws in there. It has your heart pumping out of your chest, your inside twitching every time. 

“Can I cum in ya? Ohhh please, sir, please lemme cum in ya,” Soap babbles, leaning in to press his forehead against your neck, his sweat mixing with yours as it drips down your neck. It’s always amazed you how he’s able to switch like that when he’s inside either one of you.

You run your hand through his mohawk, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him back so you can make eye contact with him. “Do you deserve it, Sergeant?” You growl and you see his pupils blow out even more, if that was even possible at that moment.

“I deserve it. Been good, right LT?” He’s rutting into you like a dog, trying to put off his orgasm as long as he can. 

Ghost hums like he’s thinking before he’s pulling you into a slow kiss, the hand on your dick slowing to the same pace. One that goes on for a beat too long with Soap’s whining and begging. “I think he’s earned it.”

You can almost see Soap light up as you give him the go ahead and he gives you a few more hard thrusts before he’s burying himself in you with a whine as he comes. You can feel him fill you up and you’re sure when he pulls out, you’ll be dripping. Ghost brings you to your third release not long after.

You pant as you practically melt into Ghost, using his body to fully support yours. Soap rests his head on your chest as he comes down from his high, hissing as he pulls himself free from you. “Congratulations, General,” he whispers.

You hum, pulling him up to give him a short kiss. “You jus’ wanted an excuse to fuck me.”

Soap chuckles at the accusation, looking at you with those damned puppy eyes. You groan playfully, pushing Soap away from you. “You and those damned eyes.”

Ghost cups your face, pulling you into another kiss before he’s nudging you forward and off the table. You almost stumble forward, Soap catching you as your legs give out below you. Your legs were still shaking and you realized you wouldn’t be getting far without help. “Si, can you carry me to my room?” You groan as Soap redresses you. “Needa shower.”

“Mind if we join you?” Ghost asks, pulling your arm over his shoulder to support your weight. 

“Not at all. I know you need to change for sure,” you tease, nodding down to the dark spot on the front of his pants. You hear him let out a huff of amusement before he was hobbling with you to the doorway. “C’mon Johnny. You comin’ with?”

Soap grabs your jacket off the chair it was draped over before joining the two of you. “Course I am. I’ll never turn down a shower with you two.”

[h3llwhore]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[h3llwhore]

(Nsfw)

Orc boyfriend who's really into breeding kink, but his human mate don't want/can't have children, so he just keep filling up his mate anyway

December Christmas Monster stories

December 4.) Orc Breeding

Orc boyfriend x gender neutral reader

Thank you for this request! Hope you and everyone else enjoys. This gave me way to much trouble, for some reason everytime I went to save it, it just wouldn't save.

Warning: NSFW, breeding, cream pie, unprotected sex, no prep before sex, mention of pregnancy, small amount of alcohol

Minors don't interact!

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Wanting to do something romantic for your boyfriend on christmas you kicked him out for a few hours so you can set everything up. He left with friends to go get drinks, promising you he would be back in two hours giving you plenty of time to set everything up. 

Spreading flower petals down on the floor from the front door you made a trail of them to the bedroom you shared with your large hunk of an orc you loved oh so dearly. Next you set up candles here and there letting their sweet aroma fill the air. Turning on the stereo you put on a long playlist of songs to get nasty too, you knew to put on an extra long one, Grogmar loved to take his sweet time having his way with you and you loved that. The last step was to put on sexy Christmas lingerie. It was lacey with fuzzy white trim, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Picking your phone up you shot him a text to check and see when he would be back. Playing it safe you sent another text telling him to come alone for his surprise, you didn’t want to risk his buddies seeing you like this. You didn’t get a text right away so you set your phone down on the nightstand walking away just as you got a text back from him saying he had just parked. Going to the kitchen you pulled out two glasses and poured some champagne into them.

Hearing the door unlocking you picked the two glasses and stepped out of the kitchen right in time for Grogmar to open the door. His eyes looked to you and widened as he went stiff taking in the sight of you dressed like that. Grinning you struck a pose popping your hip out lightly. “Merry christmas~” You purred while holding up one of the glasses for him. Stepping inside he closed the door not breaking his stride as he approached you. With one hand he took the glass from you, his other hand going to your ass. His hand covered all of your cheek with it’s large size. “Now this is a merry christmas. Might be my favorite gift so far.” He chuckled, leaning in catching your lips with his in a heated kiss. Moaning against his lips you pressed your body against him feeling that he was already growing hard. Pulling away he trailed kisses down to your neck, his tusks rubbing against you as he kissed you like a desperate man. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” You moaned as he continued to attack your neck in kisses. 

“Can’t wait that long.” He mumbled against your neck before he hosted you up in one arm. Carrying you to the table he set you down on the edge before setting his glass down next to you. Watching him step back you brought your own glass up to your lips taking a long sip as he fumbled with his pants. “So eager to use your gift hmm~?” You teased watching as he finally got it off. ���Always eager when it’s with you.” Grogmar said as he stepped in between your legs going back to kissing you neck drawing a moan from your lips. His hands gripped your thighs rubbing them at a rough pace as he gave them a squeeze. Moaning he grinded against you wanting any sort of friction. “Grog please.” You whispered, leaning your head back. “Please fuck me, fill me up with your cum.” You knew how exactly to push his buttons, you knew just how much that would rile him up and it did. Groaning against your next he pulled your legs open wider as he pushed his wide tip into you earning a moan from you. Grabbing onto his shoulders you had to hold onto him for support as he pushed more of his cock into you. No matter how many times he had taken you he was always just so damn big, he had to be careful at the start.

Panting you pressed your head against his chest, a soft whine leaving you as he stretched you open wide. “Doing so good for me baby, gonna fill you up so much. Yer gonna look pregnant once I’m done with you.” Grogmar knew that was impossible but the thought always got him hot and bothered. It rubbed a more feral part of his brain so nicely thinking about breeding you. Hearing your loud moan brought him back to reality, he was getting easily lost in the pleasure already. “You take me so well.” He moaned, thrusting into you harder causing you to cry out. “Oh fuck! Grog! Yes fuck just like that.” You screamed out not caring how loud you were getting, you couldn’t care less at that moment. His cock just felt too good, you didn’t think you could hold in any sounds even if you tried to. The wet sounds of his sloppy thrusts were barely covered up by the music playing in the background. “You love it when I pound you like this don’t you? You love when my cock stretches you so well.” Grog moaned, lifting your legs up onto his shoulders. Leaning down he pressed his chest to yours. His cock reaching into you deeper with his new position. Trying to answer him your words came out as moaning gibberish unable to talk as he fucked you stupid. “Gods look at you. The devinines would be jealous of your beauty.” He praised kissing your jaw. “Fuck! Grog!” Was all you were able to say as you let out a choked moan. “F-fill me up… Need it… please please!” You whined as you started to claw at his back. Grogmar groaned feeling your nails on his back, it was a good kind of pain he was more than happy to feel. He would gladly show them off if you managed to leave a scar from it, though it was unlikely to happen. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he grew closer to his orgasim, you were close too. “How could I say no when you're asking so nicely?” He asked as he started to thrust faster slamming his hips into in a unrelenting pace. Throwing your head back against the table you let out a scream of pleasure as you tightened around him cumming. Your tightness drove him to the edge causing him to cum inside of you. “Yes of fuck Grog fill me up with your cum!” You moaned encouraging him. Bending over you he grunted and groaned as he kept thrusting, riding out his orgasmism making sure he got every drop of his seed into you. Panting his hips slowed to a stop as he pressed his head against your shoulder. “Haa~ felt so good.” He mumbled gently rubbing your thighs. “You're always so good for me.” Grogmar praised placing gentle kisses all over your shoulder and neck. “Mm you do too Groggy. Now let's get cleaned up and unwrap the other gifts.” You said trying to sit up a little. “Did you forget what I said?” Grogmar whispered tusks grazing against your neck as he spoke. Confused and a little dazed, you looked down at him. Opening your mouth you began to ask what he meant when you let out a sudden moan feeling a harsh thrust. “You're going to look pregnant once I’m done and you don’t look pregnant yet so I ain’t done yet.” He explained, his grip on your thighs tightening again as he continued to thrust into you. Moaning you laid back down on the table more than happy to keep going. This definitely was your best Christmas yet.

[h3llwhore]

As a tit guy i approve 10/10

Thinking about Price sprawled out in bed while you straddle his waist, and spank his chest, hearing the groans and grunts that escape his lips every time the palm of your hand kisses his skin, feeling the way he’s trying to squeeze his thighs together in desperate search for some relief but unable to do much with your weight on him, and watching the skin jiggle with every slap, tits turning red as his face and nipples fully erect as if his body is silently begging and pleading for you to do something.

Or thinking about latching your lips onto Price’s tits, sucking vigorously as if milk is bound to spill from them, hearing the sweet gasps and hisses that escape him, and feeling the way his hand cradles your head in an attempt to pull you closer to him. Every once a while your teeth will scrape over his sensitive numbs and the hand on your head will turn rough, but you’re quick to sooth the bite with your tongue, lapping at his tits till they're practically glistening with your spit and the man beneath you is letting out contented hums.

Or thinking about Price letting you fuck his chest even though there isn’t much there but you’re more than happy to straddle his waist instructing him to push his small tits together as you slot your dick between them it’s both the best and the worst thing because his tits are too small for you to actually be feeling anything but you can’t help but love the sight of him struggling to push his tits together in an attempt to create some friction, the way his chest is rubbed raw and glistening from both your spit and pre and the way he loses his mind when your cockhead accidentally grazes his senestive nipples.

Or thinking about Price down on his knees, lips wrapped around your cock, while pushing his tits together, rubbing your precum and spit all over them, tugging and taunting the sensetive numbs, even going as far as slapping them for you because even though you can’t fuck them you might as well have a good view

[h3llwhore]

Rough

Pairing: Ramattra × TransMale! Reader

Warnings: smut, size kink, voice kink, porn with not much plot, post top surgery reader, pre op reader, fingering, ligh dom/sub

Summary: You teased Ramattra just the right amount to get what you wanted in the first place

MINORS DNI!

Author’s Note: Since Ramattra came out, I've noticed that there are already smut one shots with him and most of them had fem reader (if not all, maybe there was one with gender neutral reader, but i'm not sure), so I kinda wanted to write something for trans dudes cuz why nah. Little thing for you to know, I haven't wrote smut for such a long time, (last time wasn't good, it was a disaster lol) so let's hope this one is gonna be good. If it's going to be posted, then I think it's good enough. If you wanna, you can leave some tips in the comments.

Also about the other smuts, I kinda got inspired by them, so if I wrote one, I might be inspired by your work! ^^

"Could you be more careful?!" Ramattra barked, feeling something like shiver, going down his back. He wiggled a bit in the chair he was sitting in, causing you to smirk.

"You've been through worse, stop complaining." Omnic heard you chuckle, while you were repairing his back.

Normally Ramattra wouldn't let a human repair him, but when he decided to go to Shambali Monastery to meet with his brother, he had no choice. You were the only person who could repair him in Monastery, especially in places he couldn't reach himself easily. So after Zenyatta finally made him come to you, he wasn't very happy about it, especially after he had to come to your house, due to the fact your workshop was already closed. He was sitting in your office, hoping it would be quick, but it felt like hours for him. He couldn't stand your cocky attitude and your flirty comments toward him, he wasn't very fond of them.

"Has anyone told you that you have a gorgeous voice box?" You couldn't help yourself. You didn't think you could be so attracted to an omnic, but there you were, trying not to show that Ramattra was making you feel certain ways.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to get with your flirtatious comments, but they're not going to work on me." He crossed his arms together, looking around, trying to distract himself. He really didn't want to give in, especially with a human. He could see where this was going, but he tried to stop it.

You turned him around on the chair, making him look at you. "Oh really?" You chuckled again, but this time more softly. "Maybe you're scared because you've never been with a human?" He stood up quickly, clearly annoyed. That was the moment you actually realized how tall he was compared to you. "Are humans always this irritating and dirty minded!?" He asked with a serious tone. Hearing him speak was slowly driving you crazy, you didn't think you ever met an omnic with such a remarkable voice.

"They might be annoying when they're needy." You explained with a low voice, while your hand wandered to his ribs, giving them a light touches. "So that's how you want to play, huh?" You smirked again at his question, nodding slightly. "Want me to show you where the bedroom is?"

"There's no need to. Your office will be just fine." Ramattra answered, before grabbing you and almost throwing you on your desk. Before you could react, he grabbed you by the face and spoke again. "You started a game, you're not going to win, but I am no monster. If you want me to stop I will, but until then we're playing by my rules. Do you understand?" You nodded, but that didn't seem to satisfy him. "I said, do you understand?" He brought your face closer to his, causing you to yelp. "Yes, Ramattra, I understand."

If he could smirk, you know he would. You could tell that he was satisfied with how obedient you suddenly became.

Without wasting any more time, Ramattra started taking off your clothes, leaving you naked before him. His hand wandered around your body, causing you to shiver at the sudden contact between his cold metal hands and your soft and warm skin. Omnic was checking for the spots that would squeeze your legs together and let out sounds of pleasure.

Him giving you a light touch on your top surgery scars, caused you to let out a quiet whine. Ramattra let out a low laugh at your reaction and continued, going lower, giving your hips a squeeze, seeing how in response squeeze your legs together. "Oh, you like that?" He teased, the only response he got was you getting blush on your cheeks. It was a positive answer for him.

Without any more games, he pushed you, making you hit a wooden desk with your back and parted your legs. His eyes landing on your dripping pussy. "Keep them like that. Don't you dare to close them."

"Yes, Ramattra. I won't—" Your sentence was cut out by a moan, as soon as Ramattra's thumb was brushing against your sensitive clit. It was a simple action and you were already fighting not to close your legs. "Damn it, Ramattra. So I was wrong when I said you've never been with a human?" You let a broken chuckle, when his fingers went to your entrance.

"You already seem to have enough just by simple and almost meaningless touch. I wonder… I wonder what will happen…" And as he said that, two of his fingers entered you, making you shiver. "When I do this." He wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, so he started moving his fingers, stroking your sensitive walls. With them being long, he was brushing that soft stop inside you everytime. You couldn't help yourself from starting to get yourself off by playing with your clit, while letting out the sounds of pleasure. "Are humans always this desperate to cum?" He teased again. You didn't listen to him, even if you wanted you couldn't. You were in trance, high almost. Ramattra wasn't going to be this good and let you cum so easily.

The next thing you know that his fingers are no longer in you and he was holding your hands together. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes. "Please…" He didn't want to give in again. But you begged and it seemed you could do it until you would get what you wanted, it made him melt and he couldn't say no.

"It's so adorable that you're begging. I guess I have no other choice." You smiled at him, hearing that. But you weren't expecting what was about to happen. The next thing you saw was Ramattra getting an extra set of arms, that were huge compared to his normal arm. With his normal hands he grabbed his scepter and placed it against your chest. "I want you to grab it and not let go. I want you to stay in place when I will be, like humans like to say, fucking your brains out." You chuckled at that, not knowing he knew that kind of slang. Without a thought, you did what he told you to, he continued to do it too, keeping you in place like he said. Then you heard a strange sound, something was opening, then you saw something that shocked you.

Ramattra had a cock. You had no idea Omnics had any kind of genitalia in the first place. Or maybe he did it himself, who knew. Most likely, due to the fact how much detail it had. It was jet black like him, with purple elements on his shaft and a couple of wires under it. There was leaking with clear fluid, which must have been lube, because what else could it be.

The next thing you feel is him grab you by your lower parts of thighs with his huge hands, parting your legs further for him. "Are you ready for me?" He asked, you nodded. You thought he was going to demand you to use words, but it seemed that didn't want to waste any more time.

He slowly entered you, making you arch your back. As soon as he was fully inside, you let out a sigh mixed with a chuckle. "Damn… Who would've thought I would be fucked by an Omnic." Ramattra shaked his head and decided to ignore your comment. He started building a steady pace. "You're better than I thou—" At that very moment he hit you in the right spot, you started to lose focus on what was going on around you. You closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure.

"Stop talking so much." If he could roll his eyes, he would. "If it feels that good then stay quiet or I might stop."

"Please don't." You breathed out, getting closer and closer to the release. Your mind was completely clouded by bliss. "Please don't stop. Please!" His pace was getting faster. You could tell he was on the edge as well.

He let go of your thighs, leaning against the desk with his big hands, letting you wrap your legs around his ways and allowing Ramattra to get deeper inside of you, hitting the soft spot inside you everytime.

You felt overwhelmed and then finally, you let out a broken moan, finally hitting that sweet release. Ramattra reached it right after you, bending over you, letting out something like a low groan.

He pulled out and fixed his wires that were supposed to imitate hair and exited his nemesis mode. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, because I'm not planning on doing this again."

"Don't lie. I bet you enjoyed yourself as much as I did." You sat up and tried to stabilize your breathing. "When do you want to come back for a 'check up'?"

He couldn't a help chuckle, he grabbed your face, but this time in much more gentle way, getting a sound of approval from you. "And when do you have time?"

[h3llwhore]

Thinking about Ghost who loves physical touch but everyone assumes he doesn't.

Sfw/somewhat angsty in the beginning then Nsfw. DNI: Minors, Fem Aligned, Accounts that are ageless and or have no pronouns.

This is my work, don't copy or steal nor put into AI. Thank you :3c 5,163 words

GN reader, but clearly made with masc/men aligned in mind! Nsfw will be at the end and have a - at the beginning and end of it to signify it. Also reader does top by penetrating Simon with only their fingers, and it is hinted at that reader rails him after but isn't written so everyone masc aligned can enjoy! (Also hinted at polyam 141 at the end).

Thinking about Ghost who loves physical touch, but everyone assumes he doesn't. Even those who arguably know him quite well tend to hesitate, or barely have ever touched him.

It stings him a bit when he sees how easily Price taps his hand on Gaz or Soap. How Price will even slap their chest and or call them sunshine.

It burns when Gaz is able to pull Soap into a friendly hug, bantering away with the other man. Sure Gaz will share a joke or two with Ghost, but the easy camaraderie he has with Soap and Price is never shown to Ghost.

It downright hurts when all Soap ever does is touch his shoulders, or bump his fist against his chest. Never pushing further and pulling him into a hug, but he's glad Soap at least banters with him. Pulling small breathy chuckles from him as they share their jokes, from dad jokes to army jokes to dark but actually pretty funny jokes. Those moments soothe the longing and loneliness he feels, soothing the buildup of emotions lodging itself into his chest.

That's why it's a surprise when you come along, having been added to the team by Price.

Price had explained that you were too friendly with your allies, liked to pull people into hugs as a greeting. Granted, you never did so without making sure the person was okay with it. But you were too rambunctious, and while your previous team was okay with it, it got on their nerves and annoyed them as time went on.

When he had heard that, he had let out a laugh. "I'm sure we'll kick 'em off that habit, doubt the newbie would hug me." Garnering chuckles from the 141. Internally, however, Ghost was reeling.

How could anyone get annoyed at physical affection? It's all Ghost ever wants, someone he knows is safe pulling him into a hug. Someone he knows has his back, easily slinging their arm around his shoulders. He wants to be put in those playful headlocks, he wants to be gently moved to the side by someone who isn't afraid to put their hand on his back or waist.

Internally, he thinks your previous team is ungrateful and stupid. And he hopes that you'll share that easy affection with him too.

Of course it takes you a bit to warm up with the 141, not shy around them but obviously trying to gain your footing. But when you do, it's the friendlier ones you start to show affection to first.

The first one is Soap, who had been sent on a solo mission. When he had came back, you were the first one to greet him and pull him into a hug. Congratulating him for coming back safe, uncaring that he's all dirty and reeks. Soap of course, is dead tired and melts into the hug. Clearly needing it by the way his hands shakily come up to your back and grab on. His body leaning against yours as he buries his face into your neck, and you? You had the biggest, most warmest smile on your face as you let the man cling onto you. Not even hesitating to help him towards the showers, muttering how a debrief can wait, and rushing off to Soap's room to grab him some clothes to change into.

He had watched that all with wide eyes, want flaring in his gut as he sees the way Soap tiredly looks at you rush off with a small grin.

"We've got ourselves a sweetheart, don't we Lt?" Soap's tired exhale is lighthearted, his eyes meeting Ghost's.

"We sure do Johnny. Now hop in, you reek." Soap's laughter reaches your ears as you speedily return, making you curious and ask what was so funny. Handing the clothes to Soap who just smiles and pats your arm in thanks.

"Don't worry about it, thanks for this." Soap smiles warmly, turning around to head into the showers and closing the door behind him.

After that, it was Gaz. The man had been feeling down lately, revealing to the team that his partner had broken up with him right before valentine's day. That they had been sweethearts since they were teens, and this breakup had him reeling as he truly thought they were the one for him.

Of course you being the person you are, you had sought out every single thing you knew Gaz liked. You made him tea just the way you had seen him make it, handing it to him without a word and scampering away. Leaving a confused 141 behind, as you do so. All of them sitting on the chairs and couches in the rec room, eyes going to Gaz when he lets out a small noise.

"How the hell has the newbie managed to make my tea exactly the way I like it?" Gaz's eyes are wide, looking at the others with disbelief.

"You guys haven't noticed? The guy's observant, I could practically see the mental notes taken whenever we like something a certain way." Price pipes up, leaning back in his chair as he chuckles.

That makes them all begin to think, sure they had noticed your eyes on them. But had brushed it off as curiosity, and as you figuring out the nonverbal boundaries of the team.

You come back a while later, Gaz's tea long gone by now. With four bags in your hand as you walk in.

"Happy Valentine's day, everyone." You murmur softly, a slight hint of worry in your tone as you dump a bag in Gaz's lap first before dumping a bag in the rests of their laps. You run off once more, to do God knows what, and leave them reeling once more.

"No way!" Is the exclamation that has all of their heads turning to Gaz once more, whose face is now filled with excitement instead of his earlier sad mood.

"All of my favorite sweets, some clothes in my favorite color, flowers, and new headphones to replace my broken ones? This is better than anything my ex ever did!" Gaz's excited words had them all pausing, before eagerly ruffling through their own bag.

It seems you truly did pay attention to them each.

While they all roughly got the same things as Gaz. Sweets they like, clothes they like, a flower (less than Gaz's amount since he did just go through a breakup), and an item they had expressed wanting recently but haven't had the time to grab.

It was the fact that each of their things was truly meant with them in mind. Even Ghost had thought no one had paid attention to his mumbling about his favorite color, or the fact he needed some new gloves from this one brand he likes. The military issued gloves were too rough on his skin, and the brand was just as good but better on his hands.

You hide away for a bit, before finally showing up once more. Ducking your head when they all thank you, Gaz coming up to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you, I really appreciate you trying to cheer me up. It worked very well." Gaz says softly, an easygoing grin on his face. Only to let out a slight oof when you drag him into a hug. Making the man chuckle, but he leans into it, clearly needing someone to simply be there for him.

"It was no problem." You mumble softly, one arm wrapped around Gaz's waist as the other moves up and down his back. Your hand gentle but firm as you rub Gaz's back, making the man breathe out and close his eyes.

"You're a good man, and I know you'll find the true love of your life soon." Sure they had all said the same thing to him, but you're still newish. So it's different coming from you, making Gaz soften just a bit more and melt against you.

The next one is Price. Price who seems to be at his wits end, pacing and storming around the place. His hand smoothing down his beard as he mumbles to himself.

Usually everyone just steers clear of Price for a bit, letting him stew until he makes eye contact with them first. Then they ask him what's wrong, getting the man to finally cease his pacing. Only for them to hear him sigh and shake his head, a firm "nothing" leaving his lips.

But you take one look at him, and just.... Seem to know what to do.

Price doesn't even register your very light hand on his back guiding him towards the couch. Just goes along with it as his muttering continues, only half noting what you're doing.

You stand behind him, your hands running along his shoulders for a moment. Before finally beginning to massage Price's shoulders and neck, lightly at first. Enough to make the man's muttering stop, but his hand keeps smoothing his beard and his body remains tense.

"Tell me Captain. What's wrong?" Your voice low and soothing, not wanting to overwhelm the man.

"It's nothing, just getting too worked up in my head." About to get up when your firm hands push him back down, getting a surprised grunt from him.

"That happens to me too sometimes. I get so frustrated over things, but instead of bottling it up, I do something to get my thoughts and feelings out. What do you do when that happens, sir?" Surprisingly, putting yourself in the same light as him has Price's tight lipped hold on his thoughts loosening. Empathy truly works, as your hands become more firm on his shoulders and neck.

You know you found the right pressure when he lets out a groan, letting you work the tightness out as he finally begins to spill his thoughts to you. The others watch with wide eyes as you do what they never really could as easily, always having to really pry the other man's thoughts out of him.

Ghost, by this point, thought you were afraid to touch him too. Granted, you treated him just like the others but.... You haven't had that breakthrough moment you did with the others with him, and at this point you had been around for a bit longer now. Enough for the term newbie to be freshly dropped away, and your callsign or last name to be used more often.

He had been walking past your quarters when he heard faint sniffling and muttering coming from behind your door. Concerned, he knocks twice gently before you murmur a soft come in. Your puffy eyes and sad smile meet him as you continue to rub off the tears that had no doubt just been on your cheeks.

"What's wrong, are you alright?" His low voice filled with concern as he walks into your room and closes the door behind him, meeting your tired gaze.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just got something silly in my head, I'll be fine in a moment." You rub your face as you stand up, letting out a weak chuckle as you look at him.

"Are you sure? You know I wouldn't mind if you talked to me or needed something." He says gently, voice as soothing as he can make it. Something he hasn't had to really do in a long time, not having anyone to comfort in years.

He sees you debate his words in your head, a long momentary pause, before finally nodding your head.

"I need a hug, if you don't mind?" Your voice far too weak for his liking, making Ghost's heart clench as he opens up his arms.

"Course, come on then-" Barely finishing his sentence before you're lunging towards him and hugging him tightly, your face burying against him as you finally touch him.

Parts of Simon feel guilty for finding some relief in your hug, especially since you needed one so bad. But a bigger part of him is just happy he can help you during this moment, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight against him.

"You'll be sound soon, mate. Just relax for me, alright?" He mumbles lowly, feeling you nod and relax into the hug. The desperation in your grip loosening, but you keep your arms wrapped around him.

After that moment, it seems the wall had been broken down.

You would find him wherever he was and sling an arm around his shoulder, asking him with a smile how his day was so far. Or he'd be making himself tea and grabbing a mug from the cupboards, only to feel your hand on his waist as you squeeze past him. You'd even plop down next to him, squeezing yourself half onto his lap and half onto the seat of the armchair he sits upon, happily talking to him.

He loves it.

But he especially loves seeing the rest of the 141 look on with wide eyes, as if they can't believe he isn't throwing you halfway across the room. Sure they know that's not how he'd actually react, plus they know he doesn't mind small touches here and there. But he knows it's a sight to see when he melts into your touch, not minding more than just a hesitant pat on the shoulder or chest.

What he didn't expect was for the others to start showing him affection too, emboldened by your actions and becoming more touchy with him. Suddenly Price isn't hesitating anymore when he taps his shoulder or chest, even smiling and calling him Simon even more warmly than before. Suddenly Gaz is bantering with him and putting an arm around his shoulder, no longer hesitant to make a harmless joke at Ghost's expense. Suddenly Soap is pulling him into a hug after Ghost is sent on a long solo mission, strong arms easily handling his weight as he marches him to the showers.

It's everything he's been wanting and more, soothing the stings and burning want in his chest that no longer appears. His mood becoming brighter as the days go on, and he knows everyone's picked up on it. All thanks to you, and the ease you have when it comes to affection.

- That's why it surprises him when he starts to crave more, his eyes wandering to your hands and face. Wondering what it is he could possibly want from you now, after all he has everything he's been aching for. What else is there for him to need or desire?

It isn't until you're all at the pub near the base, needing time to unwind from the common stressors of being in the military. He doesn't quite know what or who started this conversation, but he tries to pretend he isn't paying rapt attention to your words as he sips at his drink.

"Yeah I've had men, women, people of all genders in my bed before. Tried quite a few things and figured out exactly what I like." You say easily, not quite as buzzed from the one drink you have in your hand. Smiling when Gaz and Soap turn to you with interest, curiosity in their eyes.

"Really? Would have never thought you were all that experienced." Soap's surprised tone makes you laugh, landing a hand on his shoulder as your own shake in amusement.

"You thought I was a massive virgin? I'm hurt MacTavish." Making everyone chuckle before Gaz grabs your attention.

"So what did you figure out is exactly what you like? If you don't mind me asking." Gaz asks, eyes on you like a hawk that's found something quite interesting. Always being the one to want to know more about whatever he finds intriguing.

"Men. Preferably strong, tall, and manly. Makes them all the more sweeter when I take them apart." You pause, realizing you've just said a bit too much to your team. Making you duck your head slightly as an embarrassed grin makes its way across your face.

"That was a lot, maybe this drink is affecting me more than I thought." You all laugh it off, changing the subject seamlessly after some harmless teasing. But Simon?

Simon was reeling.

He can't help but imagine it. Those hands of yours wrapped around his length, slowly pumping him as your other hand's fingers pushing into him. Your mouth spilling out warm praise about how good he's being, how beautiful he is as you take him apart.... It has him clearing his throat and excusing himself to use the bathroom, unaware of how your eyes follow him with curiosity and guilt. Wondering if you've made him uncomfortable.

He's at the sink, the back of his mask rolled up so he can cool the back of his neck and lower face with water. Hearing you come in, giving you a glance before he continues to try and cool down.

"Hey, I'm.... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I know not everyone is alright with sexual topics being a bit vulgar." You mumble, avoiding his eyes in the mirror as you look away. Your words have him pausing, pausing for too long.

"I'll just go, I'm sorry Ghost." But that's wrong, his callsign is wrong coming from your lips when not on a mission. Something in his chest clenching as he rushes to grab your hand, stopping you from leaving.

"Don't apologize, or call me Ghost. I wasn't uncomfortable, you never make me uncomfortable." He whispers, letting go of your hand when you turn to face him.

"Then why'd you leave so stiffly and suddenly, Simon?" Murmuring under your breath, wiping off the wetness of your hand on your pants after his wet hand had grabbed yours. Uncertainty in your gaze as you look at him.

He hates that, never wanting you to be unsure around him.

He breathes in, warring with himself internally. Does he tell you the truth, that what you said had him hot and bothered? Wanting you to take him apart so skillfully, ruining him for anybody else. Or does he lie and say some other asinine thing to make you think the timing was just coincidental.

He pauses, before steeling himself. He'll tell you the truth, and hopes for the best case scenario. Even if things go south and you become awkward around him, he'll give you your space until things can hopefully settle once more.

"I left because what you described had me wanting it badly. I left because you got me all hot and bothered, and I didn't want everyone to see me shamelessly want beg you to take me apart." He tries to ignore the anxiety pooling in his gut as you take in his words, his already damp palms starting to become sweaty as he stands before you. Feeling like a weak schoolboy confessing to his crush, even locking his knees in place the second he feels them wobble.

God, Simon. Get it together.

The relief he feels when you smile at him, leaning in close as you slowly put your hands on his waist. A shudder running through him as you begin to whisper.

"You want me to take care of you, Simon? Take you apart until all you know is how my name tastes in your mouth?" Your voice pitched low, sensual. It has his breath hitching in his chest as he nods, probably a bit too enthusiastically when you laugh softly at him.

"Then come on, sweet thing. Let's head back to base and I'll take care of you, yeah?"

He's glad for his mask as he feels himself become flushed, letting you hold his hand and guide him back to the table with the others. Knees slightly wobbling at the way he can feel your thumb rub soothing circles on the back of his hand.

"Lads, Simon and I are heading back to base. He's not feeling too hot, and I'm feeling peaky myself. Probably a bug going around that's decided to hit us now." Easily creating an excuse, voice so nonchalant that if he didn't know you were taking him to base for other reasons, he'd believe it too.

After the others nod, say they hope you both feel better and that they are staying for a bit longer, you head off. Hand in hand towards the base that Simon wishes was a bit closer so you can have him faster.

When you finally get him into your room, he feels a bit out of his element. Sure he isn't a stumbling virgin, but usually Simon takes the lead. Having his flings moaning and crying out his name, melting into the sheets as he makes them come apart.

So he's a bit out of his depth, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room as you lock your door. Turning around and smiling knowingly at him, walking up to him and running your hands slowly down his arms.

"Relax, alright? Just let me lead, and I'll take good care of you Simon." Your voice sends a wave of heat through him, makes him swallow thickly and breathe out slowly.

"Alright." He echoes back just as soft and quiet, breath hitching in his chest as your hands move to his waist. Leaning forward to kiss his lips through his mask, then sensation making him shudder.

Your lips are distracting, even with the mask in the way, your hands just as much as well. He doesn't even realize that you've got him on laid out on the bed until you pull away from his lips, chuckling when he tries to lean up and follow them.

"Relax, be good for me yeah? I won't leave you wanting, doll." You peck his lips once more, teasing your hands at the hem of his shirt. Simon thanks his lucky stars he decided to forgo his usual layers and just wear a long-sleeve shirt instead. The heat of your hand radiating through that simple touch has him practically about to keen.

He nods, settling down and helping you remove his shirt. Gasping when your hands finally explore his body without a thin barrier blocking the feel of your skin against his. He bites down on his bottom lip when you begin to kiss and nip your way down to his chest, breathing out through his nose when your mouth meets his pecs.

Fuck. You're too good at this. Tongue swirling as you suck on his nipple, treating his chest like he's got the plumpest tits in the world. Your fingers coming up to play with the other side, making his back arch up into the sensations. He didn't even know he would enjoy his chest being played with so much, and the way you're going about it has him weakly moaning low in his throat as he fists the sheets.

"That's it love, sound so sweet for me. Doing so good, behaving perfectly." You nip at his pec, before bringing your mouth to the other one. Making Simon buck against you, breathless as he loses himself in the easy and pleasurable haze you're putting him in. He doesn't even notice the whimpers leaving his slack lips, because you're touching him so fucking good.

He whines, honest to god whines when you pull your mouth away to kiss further down. Licking and sucking your way down his stomach, kissing just below his navel. Nosing his happy trail as your fingers trace his belt, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"Can I?" Laughing lightly when he nods enthusiastically, already lifting his hips up to help you slide them off.

When he's bare under your eyes, you can't help the breathless noise you make as you drink him in. His flush chest is puffy and thighs spread wide, his thick length twitching against his stomach. He looks so delicious like this, surprising you when he reaches up and rips his mask off. Mouth wide open as he pants, and you're struck with the feeling that you did that to him.

"There you are pretty boy, so gorgeous." You hum out, kissing his thighs and smiling as his cock jumps the closer you get. You don't tease him for long, because you need to taste him and hear the sweet sounds he'll make.

Simon doesn't disappoint, crying out hoarsely when you lick slowly up his length. Throwing his head back and fisting the sheets when you take his tip into your mouth, hips squirming with the need to buck up more into your warm mouth. Making you huff through your nose, and hold his hips down, feeding more of his arousal down your throat.

You peer up at him through your lashes, humming around him at the sight you see. Flush chest heaving as he looks down at you, eyes teary and wide. Cheeks darkened by his blush that spans down the length of his neck and reaches up to the tips of his ears. Knowing he's getting close as his thighs tense around you, and his tip steadily leaks more into your inviting mouth.

Pulling off while wiping your mouth, you coo at him sympathetically when he protests. Claiming he was so close, and just needed a bit more. Making you lean down to finally taste those bitten red lips of his without his mask blocking the way, shushing the man up.

"Can I finger you? Unless you want to do things differently? Your choice love." You rasp, throat already beginning to sound wrecked from the fact you had his long length in your throat.

He groans but settles down, going pliant against the sheets while you reach into the nightstand next to your bed. Grabbing your lube, then kneeling between his legs after kissing him breathless. Smiling when he whines once more, letting himself watch you lazily through his wet lashes.

"That's it love, stay relaxed and sweet for me yeah?" Uncapping the lube and pouring it onto your cupped palm, closing and tossing it on the bed. You rub your hands together, slicking your fingers and warming the cold lube. His breathing beginning to calm down, only for him to jolt when one of your warm slick hands wrap around his length to stroke him slowly.

You scoot a bit closer, sitting back on your heels as your thighs hold his thighs up and open for you. His hole twitching as your pointer finger traces his rim slowly, getting him used to the feeling as your strokes quicken enough to distract him. Smiling when he breathes in sharply, biting down on his bottom lip as his hips roll up.

"You ever been opened up like this? Soft and slow?" You ask softly, sinking in the tip of your finger slowly when his mouth falls open to answer. Making the man groan as he shakes his head, fisting the sheets once more.

"No, never.... Never like this, like I'm fragile." He hums when your finger pushes in more, hole swallowing your finger easily because of how lax against the pillows he is. Shuddering when you begin to slowly explore and stretch his walls gently, hips bucking up with a moan when you graze his prostate.

"Right there love?" He nods at your question, eyes rolling back as you press and circle the gland with the pad of your finger. Leaning down to kiss and suck on his chest once more, his hand coming up to gently grab the back of your head. Unable to help his moaning as you play his body expertly, a piano under the hands of a pianist. A violin in the grasp of a violinist, a canvas being painted on by an artist.

"Fuck you sound so sweet, darling. Feels good doesn't it?" You mumble, lifting your head up to look at Simon's face. Cheeks flushed, lips spit-slicked and red, puffs of air escaping his mouth as he looks up at you. And God, you just can't help but taste his lips again. His sweet low moans adding to your pleasure of knowing this big man is all yours to slowly break apart, so strong yet mush beneath your touch.

"I need—fuck—another finger. Please." He pleads against your lips, leaning forward to slot your lips together. Whining into your mouth as another slick finger slides into him, your other hand speeding up its strokes. Punched out groans and gasps swallowed up by your mouth until you pull away, leaning back up to watch where your hands touch and push. Your eyes zoned in on making this man sing for you.

And that's exactly what you do, curling your fingers just right. Stretching him open on another finger, smoothing you thumb against his tip before smoothly stroking down his length. It's easy and mind numbing pleasure for him when he cries out your name, your name ringing in your ears and vibrating around your skull. Pulling your hand on his length away to clean up the mess he made, his cock twitching valiantly when your tongue darts out to lick it up. His eyes on yours as he shudders through the aftershocks, walls squeezing around your still fingers.

With how his chest heaves, you thought he wouldn't be able to go another round. Beginning to slowly take your fingers out when he reaches down to stop your wrist, slowly sinking back down onto your hand.

"We've got all night, and I want to see you taken care of too." He moans when your fingers are fully back in him again, letting go of your wrist to lean up on his elbows. Lazy smile on his face when he hears your sharp intake of breath.

"You're right, we do have all night don't we?" -

The next day you and Simon are clean and dressed, walking towards the rec room and wondering why none of the 141 wants to meet your eyes. You don't wonder for long when Price speaks up, tips of his ears red despite the professional look on his face.

"We all came back right after you two did. So we heard.... We heard everything."

Had you been lesser than, you would have hauled ass to your room. But luckily enough for you, it's Simon who puts a hand on your shoulder. Stopping you from making your great escape to never show your face again.

He leans close, masked lips pressing against your ear.

"Look at them, love. They aren't embarrassed, nor trying to embarrass us." He whispers, voice sending a shiver down your spine as you pay attention.

The other men were looking at you with curiosity, intrigue, desire. Making your eyes widen for a moment, before settling into the thought of taking apart each of the other members of this team. Imagining what each would taste and sound like, if they'd be as sweet as Simon.

And well.... Maybe Simon wouldn't mind sharing as long as he remains the one who's mostly benefitting from your touch.

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