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misunderstandings

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Look at him go

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Resting place

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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Ghost, Gaz, Price: ??????

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Young Nik and Price AU, sketches

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Lost a bet. Had to draw my friend's pookies <3 (plain sketch undercut)

Meow.

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he just needs them to get together or something

based on <3

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I wanted to ask about Roach’s antenna.

I know it’s part of your artwork for him as a chaotic buggy boi but is are there any headcanons you’d add to it?

My personal take is that they partly act as a tracking device because he gets into weird places and he might be hard to find sometimes. Another feature I like to think about is that he likes to bob his head up and down so they tap on everyone’s heads (like how ants tap each other with antenna to communicate or check identity) as an excuse to ��confirm non-imposter status”

At first I thought they could be like some radio antenna but now idk

Emergency fruit loop storage 😆

What if he just duct tapes random shit to his helmet and everyone’s trying really hard not to comment on it (he wants them to)

I think he’d like ants

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I was doing small sketches and someone asked for a 141 pillow fight

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Kinktober 2024

5. Bondage

warnings: Soap x Ghost x Reader (throuple); face sitting; nickname 'pup'; fem reader; its reader's present;

“A wee bit tighter…there ye go, LT. That’s perfect,” Soap said, double checking the knot and giving it a tug to ensure it would hold. 

“Sure you don’t want me to put a bow on your head? Think it’d look cute on you, Johnny,” Ghost said, picking up one of the other ropes from the pile. Johnny offered his wrists, and Ghost took them, tying them carefully behind the Scot’s back. 

“Nah, don’t want to wait on her to unwrap me. Besides, there’s bows on all her other gifts,” Johnny said. Ghost snorted. 

“Impatient pup,” he murmured, taking one of the ropes that crisscrossed Johnny’s chest into his fist and pulling the Scot close, pressing his lips to his. Johnny groaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. He rolled his shoulders, and Ghost pulled away slowly. 

“Comfy?” Ghost asked, running his hands down Johnny’s sides. 

“Very. Help me get into position and then go get our girl, Simon,” Johnny said, rising awkwardly from where he sat. Ghost helped him arrange himself on his knees on the bed before stepping away. 

—

“Just a few more steps, love. Keep coming,” Ghost murmured, guiding you by your hands as he lead you into your bedroom.

“Okay, one more guess. Is it a puppy?” you asked, a smile on your lips. 

“In a manner of speaking,” Ghost said, shutting the door behind you. “Go on, take the blindfold off.” 

You gasped as you lifted your blindfold off and it fluttered to the floor. Johnny knelt before you on the bed, smiling, his cheeks tinged pink. 

“Happy birthday, bonnie,” he murmured. You felt heat rush to your face, and you giggled. 

“You’ve always wanted our pup tied up and begging for you. Now’s your chance,” Ghost murmured, embracing you from behind and gently sliding one of his hands up your shirt. 

“Oh, yes. And you’re okay?” you asked Johnny, shivering from excitement as warmth stirred in the pit of your stomach. 

“More than okay, bonnie. Come sit on my face,” Johnny whined, squirming on the bed. Ghost squeezed your breast tenderly. 

“Go on, give him a go,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He guided you onto the bed and you knelt before Johnny. Though you’d been with your boyfriends a dozen times before, this new arrangement was incredibly arousing. You leaned forward, running your hands over the ropes that crisscrossed Johnny’s body as you kissed him. 

His cock throbbed against his stomach at your touch and he groaned. Ghost ran his fingers through his hair before sliding his hand down his back and squeezing his ass. 

“Poor pup, all worked up,” he cooed, and you smiled, taking the head of Johnny’s cock between two fingers. 

“Such an eager toy for me,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You made short work of your clothes, your nipples hardening in the cool air and making Johnny whine, writhing where he knelt. 

“Pretty, isn’t she, pup?” Ghost cooed, stroking Johnny’s cock slowly as they watched you undress. 

“Please sit on my face,” he whined, doing his best to lay back despite the ropes binding him. You helped him get situated before crawling up over his body, dragging your fingers over your clit before lowering yourself onto Johnny’s face. 

His cock twitched as his moans were muffled and you gasped as he shoved his tongue into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your back arched as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently and making you writhe with pleasure. 

“Johnny!” you moaned, grinding down against his face as he devoured you, pushing his face deeper into your wetness. 

“Think you deserve a reward for making our girl feel so good, Johnny,” Simon purred, tugging his shirt over his head and sliding his pants and boxers off. He crawled onto the bed, tugging his hard cock as he settled between Johnny’s legs, spreading lube over his fingers before sliding one into Johnny. 

Johnny’s back arched and he moaned into your wetness. The vibrations against your clit made you gasp, and you trembled as that in combination with Johnny’s devourment of you made you cum. Pleasure washed over you in waves and you jerked and trembled, slumping forward and crawling off of Johnny’s face as you caught your breath.

Ghost slid another finger into Johnny and kept pumping them in and out, making Johnny moan and writhe on the bed. 

“Fuck…!” he cried. He turned his head to where you lay, your wetness drenching his face. 

“Lass, please. Ride me while Simon fucks me,” he begged. You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss before straddling his hips, nodding. 

Ghost slowly pulled his fingers out of Johnny, making him whine, but his whines turned to moans again as Ghost guided you onto Johnny’s cock. You both moaned in tandem as you sank onto him, the stretch sending waves of pleasure through you. 

Ghost pressed slowly into Johnny after you reached the base of his cock, making the Scot writhe and moan beneath you. 

“Fuck, yer gonna be the death of me. Both of ye,” he gasped, trembling. You slowly rocked your hips against him, grabbing the ropes that bound his chest and using them to pull yourself down into a kiss. 

As you rode Johnny, Ghost fucked him, sending you both sliding up the bed. You slammed your hips down into him, grinding your clit into his pelvis. As you moaned, Ghost reached around you and gently thumbed your clit, biting tenderly into your neck. 

“Fuck! I can’t last like this,” Johnny whined, his body trembling under the pleasure of your bounces and Ghost’s thrusts. 

“Let the lady cum first, Johnny,” Ghost said, picking up speed as he rubbed your clit. 

“Go on, love, cum on Johnny’s cock,” he purred in your ear. You fell over the cliff of pleasure, falling forward onto Johnny’s chest, your body spasming and your cunt tightening around his cock as you came. Johnny came almost immediately after, coating your insides with cum as he bucked his hips up into you. 

With a few last, deep, thrusts Ghost came last, his groan deafening as he came inside Johnny, leaning over your shoulder to kiss the Scot tenderly. 

You caught your breath together. Ghost was the first to step away but he returned quickly with a blade, cutting Johnny free and helping him massage the areas that had been bound. 

You pulled Johnny into an embrace as Ghost spooned you, sandwiched comfortably between your boyfriends as you came down from your highs.

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Kinktober 2024

4. Sensory Depravation

Warnings: Price x Reader; they're married and in love and it's adorable; wholesome sex; blindfold; headphones; talking through the kink beforehand

“Do you want me to put music on? In your headphones, I mean?” Price asked, fiddling with his phone and looking up at you from where he knelt on the bed. 

“Static might work. Nothing intense or loud, just like…a dull noise to drown out anything that might get in,” you said, putting your eye mask on and letting it rest on your forehead. You reached over to the nightstand and grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip.

“I wonder what it’d be like to have sex in a sensory deprivation tank. The only senses we can really do away with here are sight and sound,” he said with a chuckle, choosing an audio track and setting his phone aside as he adjusted the headphones. 

“I think we’d get kicked out,” you said with a laugh, putting the water back in its place. 

“So, you won’t be able to hear me, but if you want to stop, just tell me, love,” John said, crawling over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m excited to see what it’s like. Seems…thrilling. I don’t know what you’ll do next,” you said, cupping his cheek. 

“I get to wear the blindfold next time, love,” John said, winking at you as he gently put the headphones over your ears. He helped you maneuver them into a comfortable position, and as you raised your hands to pull your blindfold down, he mouthed the words ‘I love you.’

—

It was as thrilling as you thought it’d be. You couldn’t help but smile as John helped you recline, laying back on the bed as he pressed a kiss to your lips. He trailed kisses down your neck, pausing to kiss each of your breasts before continuing downward. You parted your legs expectantly, already wet from the excitement.

And then John pulled away. You were left confused for a moment before he pressed a kiss to your clit. A gasp was ripped from your mouth and your back arched as he flattened his tongue against your bud, and one of your hands flew to tangle in his hair. You accidentally glanced off of his ear and you could feel him laugh a little as he guided your hand to his scalp. 

He plunged his tongue inside of you and you writhed, moaning and raking your fingers through your hair as he pushed it in and out. When he came up and gently sucked your clit, you’re sure you screamed in pleasure, though you were unable to hear it. Without sight, without the ability to hear, everything was amplified. 

You came hard and quite unexpectedly, and as John came up and kissed you, you could feel your wetness in his facial hair. He settled between your legs as you gasped for air, palming your breast and grinding his hard cock against your entrance. The cool metal of his wedding ring brushed your nipple, and you shivered. 

“John, I need you,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips, trying to pull him into you. He obliged you with a kiss, lining himself up before pushing in slowly, making you moan as you adjusted to your size. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, your body jolting as he reached down and thumbed your clit. Pleasure ripped through you and you pushed into his hips to meet his heavy thrusts. You could feel the vibration in his chest as he moaned, draping himself over you and pulling you into a tight embrace as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. 

Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around John’s neck, pulling him down and kissing him. You missed his lips and your kiss landed on his cheek. His chest vibrated as he growled, burying his face in your neck and biting down as the speed of his thrusts picked up. 

You raked your nails down his back, leaving scratches that spurred him on. He bit down harder on your neck, sucking roughly enough that you were sure he’d leave a mark. 

“Gonna cum!” you gasped, reaching down and frantically rubbing your clit as you neared your peak. John kissed you then, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. You came hard on his cock, your body jerking and seizing as pleasure coursed through you, overwhelming your senses. John’s hips stuttered and he thrusted deep into you, his forehead coming to rest on your chest as he spilled his cum into you. 

As you both panted, coming down from your highs, John gently reached up and took your headphones off, tossing them to the side. 

“Going to take your blindfold off, love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You nodded and he helped you slide it off, untangling the back from your hair that had become messy. 

John hovered over you, smiling, his cheeks tinted pink. He leaned in and kissed you as he pulled out of you, and you cupped his cheek tenderly. 

“Was that as good as you hoped?” he asked, laying down beside you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair with gentle fingers. 

“It was lovely. You’re lovely,” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Good. Let me get you some water,” John said, pulling away and reaching for the nightstand. You whined, clinging tighter to him, and he stopped. 

“Not yet,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

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Kinktober 2024

3. Public Sex

Warnings: Johnny x Gaz (my beloved) ft. Price and Ghost; audience sex; orgasm control; poly!141 hints at ghoap,

“Bloody hell, they’re insatiable.”

“It’s a good idea, letting them tire each other out.”

Price and Ghost watched as Gaz squeezed Soap’s hips, pulling him into each, rough thrust. The two were in a tangled heap on a sparring mat, lips locked as they desperately pawed at each other. 

Soap broke away from the kiss, his head falling back and his mouth falling open. Gaz clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his moan, slowing his thrusts and leaning down to whisper into the Scot’s ear. 

“Quiet now, Johnny. Don’t want the rest of the gym to hear you moaning like a slut,” he growled, biting Johnny’s neck just below his ear and sucking. 

“You heard him, sargent. Keep it quiet,” Ghost barked, nodding toward Gaz, who took the direction and stuffed Soap’s boxers into his mouth before pulling out and roughly thrusting in again. 

“Ought to take him back to your quarters when Gaz is finished with him, let him get some noise out,” Price said. Ghost nodded slowly, not taking his eyes away from the sargents. 

A muffled groan pulled them from their conversation. Gaz had his fist wrapped around Soap’s cock and was pumping him slowly, perfectly in time with each of his thrusts. 

“Think Captain will let you cum for me, Johnny? I know you want to,” he purred, leaning over and licking a long stripe up Soap’s abs to his neck. 

“Please,” Johnny begged, his voice muffled through his gag. “Please let me cum, sir,” he pleaded, his head falling to the side as he stared at Price with glazed, pleasure-filled eyes. 

“What do you think, lieutenant? Think he deserves it?” Price asked, turning to Ghost. He pondered the question for a moment before nodding. 

“You can cum, Johnny. But let Gaz cum first,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. Gaz picked up the pace, his deep thrusts causing Johnny to side up on the mat. 

“Fuck, Johnny, you’re so tight,” he hissed, yanking the gag from Johnny’s mouth before dragging him into a long, deep kiss. His hips stuttered and he tensed, burying himself as deep as he could inside Johnny as he came, moaning into the kiss. 

Johnny came almost immediately after, cum shooting up and coating his abs. He wrapped his legs around Gaz’s waist, desperate to keep him in for as long as possible. They lay together, panting and enjoying each other’s embrace.

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Kinktober 2024

2. Voyeurism

Warnings: Gaz x Reader; voyeurism, masturbation, fem reader

The pit in Kyle’s stomach grew heavier day by day. The weight of the many sins he’d committed weighed heavy on his shoulders, he had not yet been crushed beneath him. This sin, though, was more burdensome to him than the world was to Atlas.

He palmed his stiff cock through his pants as he leaned against the window, binoculars raised. The apartment under surveillance was still and dark. The neighbor, on the other hand…

Since he’d first seen you step from the shower, cloaked by steam, he’d been enamored. Kyle watched as you dried yourself, watched as you lotioned your beautiful legs and bent tantalizingly over to pick up your dropped towel. 

He was in love, though he’d never met you. It was a love that bloomed as he watched for weeks as you cooked, bundled up under a blanket with a book, returned tired from work. He’d seen you cry and laugh and kiss your cat and put your groceries away, and his heart had hammered in his chest each time.

Kyle cursed as the soft light of your lamp illuminated your body in your bed. He watched as you slid your hands down your body, reaching between your legs. You were putting on a show for him tonight.

“Fuck,” he hissed, using his free hand to unzip his pants and work his cock free. He bit back a moan as he squeezed himself at the base, watching as you touched yourself. 

He thought about how good you would feel around his cock. How you’d moan and writhe beneath him as he fucked you the way you deserved. Kyle pumped his cock roughly, wishing only that the sounds of your sweet moans would carry across the road and drift into his window. 

Kyle watched as you squeezed your breast, your back arching as your fingers worked faster at your clit. His eyelids drooped, heavy with lust as he worked his fist faster up and down his cock. 

You would take it so well. You’d beg him for more, beg him to make you cum over and over again. On your bed, you twitched once, twice. Kyle picked up the pace. 

“Come on, love,” he murmured into the empty air. “Cum for me.” 

You did so on command, as if you’d heard from so far away. Your body jerked and trembled as you came, pleasure crashing over you like a wave, a warm feeling spreading over you.

“Fuck,” Kyle swore, his own orgasm hitting him quickly. He came into his hand, panting and unable to drag his eyes away from you. Beautiful you, laying in the warm light, basking in the glow of your orgasm. Beautiful you, unaware of Kyle watching you. Unaware that he was more determined than ever to pay you a visit.

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Handjobs (Soap x Reader)

Voyeurism (Gaz x Reader)

Public Sex (Soap x Gax ft. Price and Ghost)

Sensory Depravation (Price x Reader)

Bondage (Ghost x Reader x Soap)

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Kinktober 2024

1. Handjobs

Warnings: subby!Johnny x reader; sex club infiltration; handjobs; audience; allusions to human trafficking; drug mentions; nicknames are pet; no y/n

When you’d signed onto the 141, you hadn’t been expecting an easy job. You’d expected uncomfortable, tense situations. Blood. To take lives to protect the innocent and defend the world from an insurmountable number of threats. 

You’d never expected a sex club, though. 

Johnny whined from where he knelt on the floor and pawed at your leg, squirming. Music pumped all around you, doing little to drown out the noises of pleasure all around. 

“Down, boy,” you chided, loud enough to make your target chuckle. She leaned forward, taking Johnny’s chin between her fingers before trailing them down and yanking his collar. 

“Your pet is awfully needy,” she cooed through a thick Russian accent. “And awfully handsome.” You scoffed. 

“He has his uses. One of my favorites, I’ll admit,” you said, leaning back against the leather sofa and allowing the target to admire Johnny. 

“Our deal is not yet finalized. What is his price?” she asked, tracing her fingers down his chest and toward where his cock bulged in his boxers. 

“He is worth more to me than all of the cocaine I manufacture,” you purred, running your fingers through Johnny’s hair. You leaned forward and tugged his boxers down, his cock springing free. 

“Everyone has a price,” the Russian cooed, running her finger down his shaft and collecting a drop of precum, which she licked off. 

“Please, ma’am,” Johnny whined, squirming on the floor and burying his face in your thigh. 

“What do you think, pet?” you asked, tugging his leash harshly. He stumbled as he crawled onto the couch and into your lap. You spat into your palm before wrapping your hand around his cock, giving a rough tug that made Johnny cry out. He bucked his hips into your hand as he fell into your lap, gazing up at you with lust in his eyes. 

“Show her what you’re worth,” you cooed, running your fingers through your hair as you continued to work your fist up and down his cock. You thumbed the tip and Johnny cried out, his back arching in pleasure. 

“I suppose I could throw him in with the rest of the shipment I have for you,” you purred as you kept working Johnny, staring the target down. She watched, entranced, as Johnny writhed and moaned, his hips stuttering as he bucked his hips into your hand. 

“A most expensive gift. I hope you will remember it and consider me your primary supplier for the rest of our relationship,” you said. You squeezed the base of Johnny’s cock, dragging a strangled cry from him. 

“Ma’am, please let me cum!” he begged, his hips tensing as he tried to delay his orgasm. 

“Go on, pup. Show the woman what you’re worth,” you purred. With a strangled cry, Johnny shot ropes of cum across your hand. As he came down from his high, panting, you shoved your stained fingers into his mouth and he licked eagerly. The Russian woman met your eyes. 

“We have a deal,” she said. 

—

At your request, Price destroyed the security tapes from the infiltration of the sex club immediately upon the completion of the mission, though that did nothing to extinguish the flames of the romance that sparked between you and Johnny afterwards

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I headcanon Ghost and Gaz as the biggest phone addicts in the 141

Quietly sitting across from each other and sending each other reels and tiktoks and YouTube shorts with headphones in

Gaz is rather popular on social media for his good looks among men and women alike. He’s the only one of the 141 who would make tiktoks, though Soap would occasionally star in them with him

Ghost is completely anonymous on the internet and loves goofy animal videos. Soap would have to wear an eye mask to sleep because the light from Ghost’s phone would keep him up at night