#141 x male reader smut

[crossed-starbound]

❝ 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓼 ❞

141 X M!Reader

Main members of 141 x American M!Reader.

NSFW; Suggestive Interactions between 141 and M!

Reader, nudity segments, male on male intercourse.

Goofy ass Gaz and Soap in this Imao - will also be ongoing, maybe.)

Y - You

SR/Gh - Simon Riley/Ghost.

JM/S - John MacTavish/Soap.

JP/Cpt. P - John Price/Captain Price.

KG/Ga - Kyle Garrick/Gaz

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You sat on the couch, legs crossed over Price’s lap, both of you watching the TV as the other three go back and forth while doing their own things. You eventually got up and got dressed, meeting up with a dressed up Price at the front door with both of you giving the other guys sneaky grins. You and Price headed out to a restaurant, dining for a while and chatting about topics besides the military as you both enjoyed your time together. Once you both left, he took you into a nearby alley, feeling your body while he also softly put his lips to yours. His hands were moving around your body, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants as his right hand slipped into your soft and comfortable underwear, his hand wrapping around your slowly erecting penis while his other hand unbuttoned your shirt and he took to a nipple of yours after separating his lips from yours. He turned you around, playing with your nipple he isn’t sucking or gently biting on with his hand, his other hand pushing your underwear down as he begins to masturbate your cock. He let go of your cock and undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, him slamming his erect and hard penis into you before he began to masturbate your cock again. He moved back and forth in your rectum evenly and consistently as he now started to kiss, bite, lick, and move his teeth against your neck while his hands still messed with your penis and nipples. His cock kept being slammed into you, from head to hilt at an incredible speed before he slammed into you one last time, hitting your prostate as goes fully into your rectum, sperm rushing out and getting spread around in your ass. You then release your sperm, shooting it out with a few hitting your own chest, most hitting the brick wall, and some of it just running down onto Price’s hand. Price moved, licking your cum off his hand and off your chest, swallowing it before kissing you on the lips, soon taking you back to the house.

Once you were back with Price, Gaz and Soap helped you onto the couch since you very much drained from getting fucked heavily by Price, who went to his room which seemed more like a damn study, with Soap and Gaz helping you with your needs before Gaz ended up leaving so you and soap were left alone with one another, the mischievous prick took the opportunity and fiddled around with your clothes, getting you left in just your underwear as he straddled your lower half and fondled your pecs, playing with your nipples in the process. He wasn’t giving you ample time to actually recover after you and Price having sex, maybe it was because he was jealous Price got to fuck you first before deployment instead of him, but who knows, all that matters is the right now, and in the right now, Soap is jackhammering his penis in you after pulling your underwear down by using his waist to cause friction and tug it down far enough for him to comfortably start fucking Price’s sperm out of you. He knew you were spent but didn’t care, he just wanted you full of his liquid lust since he wanted no one else in you, even the one commanding him, Price. He kept a steady pace while jackhammering himself into you, and once he reached his climax, he let a steady stream of spunk flow into you, enough so that it started seeping from your anus and getting Price’s sperm out of you in the process.

You and Simon sat there on your bed, him cuddling you as he actually helps you rest since Soap and Price did what they want to your body. He kissed you all over from the forehead to all the way down to the waist before going back up to around the neck and face. Simon having his hips straddle you as he kissed your neck repeatedly, his left hand rubbing your back, fingers going back and forth in the natural divot of your torso. His right hand running through and messing with your hair on your head as he just gives you nonsexual affection, a smile on his face before he gives you a kiss on the cheek. After a while you began moaning as he started running his teeth down your skin and gently moved his fingers down your body, his fingernails leaving little white but quickly fading lines before they are dug into the skin of your ass after his hands slid into your pants. He moved his hands and undid your pants and pulled your underwear down, and did the same to himself, having his cock and yours out as he begins rubbing his and yours together, frotting. He put his lips to yours as he moved his hand up and down on his and your moving back and forth cocks, you and him making out in the process with your hands gripping his ass in response with that smug look in your eyes because of ghost now bucking his hips as he frots you and himself with a bit of red on his face. At this point, Ghost laid on the bed with his backside to you, your cock going in him as you begin kissing his body, fucking him slowly and full of affection. You kissed his back as your hand moved up and down on his throbbing penis with your other hand fondle his balls, gently squeezing and playing with them making Ghost moan out as he slowly starts just becoming a moaning mess from you messing around with his body and seeing what will turn him on even more. Once he moaned out again, you then began thrusting and slamming into him after going slow for a while, you slamming into him with your erection making him moan loudly with him bucking his hips to push your cock into him further, after one more exhilarating slam into Ghost you moaned out, releasing your sperm into him as his spewed out onto the sheets and ran down onto your hand, your hand moving up and down his erection, keeping it stiff and throbbing in a painful way, getting all of him out through his cock before falling asleep after adjusting yourselves to sleep more comfortably with one another.

Gaz was on the couch as you walked through after having a good sleep, you resting most of your body on the couch with your legs and feet dangling over the arm of the couch and your head is resting on his lap. You fiddled with his pants strings, unable to go back to sleep which your surprised that you even slept that long considering the guy you fucked had been laying on top of you and you still somehow managed to get up. You and Gaz watched the TV, Gaz scrolling through channels with you sighing at how many military movies are currently being shown but you deal with it, sneaking your right hand into Gaz’s shirt making him squirm at very cold flesh touching warm flesh from under a piece of cloth. You then move and begin kissing Gaz’s chest, slowly moving down until you get to the bulge of his pants, your hands undoing his pants with your lips immediately kissing the reactive bulge of Gaz’s underwear with his hand soon on the back of your head. You then pull his underwear down, kissing and licking his cock until it’s eventually fully erect, but you don’t let him climax as you put your lips to his. You wanted to savor his penis and he begrudgingly allowed you to, but when you began to frot him before shoving him in you, he went wild. He began spanking your ass, running his teeth along your body, and bucking himself into you, trying to get his cock further in you while you kept moving up to keep him from fully being in you which just makes him a whining mess. You kissed him along his neck, face, and anywhere you could easily reach with your lips without crouching or lowering. Once you got him whining heavily for the lust of your asshole, you slammed down on him, making him shake and having him grip your asscheeks, his hands roughly gripping your ass as he begins to slam his penis back and forth in you while his balls slap against your ass. Gaz was just a moaning and whining mess as he fucked you while his and your lips were repeatedly touching and not touching as you both made out. He let out a loud moaning whine after a while of fucking as he orgasmed, his “cream” filling you up as you made out with him after his climax.

It had been a few days after all that and you were laying on the couch, Soap slamming his penis back and forth in you as you fuck Gaz, your hands gripping and squeezing his asscheeks while also making out with him, your tongue in his mouth as presses himself hard against your body, the friction between the two of you being rough but it is increasing his and your sensual desires for one another. Ghost and Price giving each other handjobs as they watch the three of you “get down and dirty”. The two eventually giving in once they felt like they were close enough, in their opinion, to climaxing. Price filling up Gaz harshly, leaving barely enough room within Gaz’s asshole for movement between the two penises now in him. Ghost and Soap being a moaning mess as Ghost roughly and dominantly fucks Soap, having Soap press into Price’s hairy, but not exactly too hairy, back. You got flipped over, being on top of Gaz and Price now as Soap begins to kiss your back, dragging his teeth slowly and gently as he wasn’t trying to cause any damages to your skin, your skin had goosebumps on it as he drug his teeth against your skin. He while doing all that, even inserted his right hand’s middle finger and ring finger into your ass as he fucked you, opening you up more before he released his spunk into you. Price moaned loudly as he, to your own interpretation, was shooting his sperm into Gaz. Soap moaned out he has his ass spanked roughly, and while his mouth was open, Ghost took the opportunity and shoved his index and middle fingers into Soap’s mouth, getting the mohawk haired male to moan out sounds around the fingers while sucking on them. Ghost took another opportunity but it was with you this time, his thumb harshly pushing against your lower back, near your ass, making Soap’s back and forth slamming into you that he is still doing along with his two fingers up your rectum even more invigorating, you biting down on Gaz’s shoulder but not hard enough to make him bleed as you convulse and begin ejaculating your sperm into Gaz, your cock rubbing against Prices making you just that more lustful as you continued to release your essence into Gaz. Ghost eventually did one last slam into Soap, groping Soap’s ballsack and gently biting Soap’s neck as he finally came, licking Soap’s neck as he continued releasing himself into Soap from the walls of Soap’s anus squeezing his cock, wanting all of him in his asshole. After a while, all of you were laying on the couch, overlapping with one another’s naked bodies, you eventually getting up and heading to your room and getting yourself ready and dressed up in your gear and stuff. You hopped out the window and paged into your Walkie Talkie, being sure to be loud enough for the other person to hear you but not loud enough for the gang inside the house to hear you. A smile on your unmasked face, and your cock throbbing a little at the thought of having sex with the gang when you’re back from duty or when you finally retire.

[starboye]

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for MALE READERS ONLY

Simon' Ghost' Riley:

fwb!simon after getting the 'you up' text ghost needs some hole biker!simon sending you some thirst trap vids ghost and soap taking a break from the mission open up that throat lovie pretty pink pussy giving loser!simon some anonymous head after a long day he just needs to release some built up tension loser!simon 'accidentally' sent you something who woulda thought simon could be such a slut that wet pussy was made for him the best view ever captain price and lieutenant ghost can be really rough

John 'Soap' MacTavish:

don't want everyone to hear you getting your ass fucked femboy!reader helping out soap ghost and soap taking a break from the mission maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for soap to get a femboy such a good throat boy such a good throat boy pt 2 since you wanna act like a brat but it's still not that same as you hole just a little longer darling an average day in the life of you and johnny good hole he cant stop how cuddling sessions usually end with johnny

Captain John Price:

waking price up with a little treat going on a run walk with price turns sexual the old man's still got some energy in him doesn't he look so much cuter whimpering price vibes breaking in the new assistant a sight price loved coming home to just seeing you sleeping gets him going daddys little slut he just cant hold back when he has you in his hands captain price and lieutenant ghost can be really rough

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

all the way down babyboy gaz missed this hole he's gets desperate when he's on mission is it to big? take every inch just thinking of you has him dripping you'll never feel the same after him he needs you home now you may be done but your hole isnt nonsense you can take it all dont you just love his cock

Alexander 'Konig' Kilgore:

konig finally found condoms that fit him you got this baby you asked he delivered making a mess out of you loser!konig making a mess while imagining fucking you konigs first time using a glory hole see how worked up you get him when you wear that pretty skirt konig fucking you right gonna leave you gaping aw shucks he's to big he'll split you apart so desperate for cock huh he promises to get you pregnant and you know he never breaks his promise that'll be sure to give you triplets

[2kiran]

Hi‼️ lurker here‼️ just wanna say that your works are awesome‼️‼️ and that your dash always looks so cool and pretty every time I come around to check up on you‼️ your works are so good and you’re such a talented writer‼️

also… can I…can I ask for a tired reader being surrounded by a very demanding and needy 141? Like I’m not all that creative like the other anons but like I just really like the reader satisfying the 141s in any way his tired form can‼️ whether it’s by letting them ride his dick until they’re satisfied or having them being cock warmed as reader falls asleep‼️

sorry for this‼️ just thoughts and brain worms are weird rn and I thought that you would carry these out well… back to lurking now‼️

p.s. the ‼️ are just here to show excitement not to be scary or anything I’m sorry

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: bottom 141, top male reader, consensual somnophilia, cowgirl position, cockwarming, fingering, dividers

The weight of the missions and daily tasks being distributed made your limbs slack, eyes droopy, body boneless and desperate to pass out for even a week. You’re dozing off the second you sit down or rest against a wall, jerking awake when shaken by your mate. It isn’t your fault that you’re hardworking when needed, and everything was becoming a necessity to put your full attention on.

You need a break.

On the other hand, your team doesn’t seem to agree.

They’re clingy, more than usual. When you’re in a room with them, it seems as though their presence is the only thing that matters. Unabashedly acting like animals in heat, they’d sometimes even gently rut against your thigh.

Their excuse? You’ve been neglecting them, rarely glancing or facing towards their direction. Sometimes, you’d fail to acknowledge them in passing which evidently piles up their frustration and need to turn the source into the outlet.

And you’ll let them. They know you will.

Soap is the first one to snap. The man’s too needy for his own good. He can’t stop thinking about you, your hands wandering along his body, allowing him to take a sniff of pleasure before you’re shoving him away. But now? Now you’re doing it unintentionally.

He’s concerned, knowing damn well that he shouldn’t bother you. And yet, he can’t keep it within his pants. You’ll be good for him, right?

“Shit, tha’s it, love...” Soap groans, face contorting with blissful relief. He rolls his hips, desperate to feel every inch of your cock - the one that had him dreaming about it, waking up with his boxers damp, and hole twitching from being so empty - “Y’can get some shut-eye, ‘s alrigh’.”

You’re hanging onto your consciousness by a mere thread, the promise of slumber darkening the edges of your view while simultaneously heightening the sensation of slick, twitching warmth wrapped around your length. Small moans left him, thick brows knitted together in concentration.

Soap cannot remain still for the life of him. He sinks further down, enveloping you in his tight heat and squeezes you with it. His jaw hung open, mouth agape, and his thighs are quivering in a poor attempt not to fuck back against your cock with his desperate hole.

-

The second is Price. He may be a responsible and patient captain, but he’s still a man with lustful requirements. He needs to let off stream, you know?

“Hhang... that’s a good man.” He ruts his hips against yours, the plushy thickness of his scarred thighs rippling with each bounce. If you’re comfortable with it, he’ll take a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke slip through his teeth as a breathy moan rasps from his throat.

God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feel of you. Your tip meeting the spot that has him high with squelchy smacks, the scratchy stubble spread on his chin making the firm muscle of your shoulder raw whenever he angled himself forward to make you pound into him deeper.

Such a good soldier, you are. “Stay still, m‘fuckin’ close.” He huffs. Your cock twitches in response, and his lips curves in a self-satisfied grin. It has him riding you harder, rim taut, his pace fast and it makes the both of you dependent on chasing that point.

The Captain isn’t afraid to milk you for all you’re worth, either. It’s your own fault for making him needy. – “C’mon, you’ve got more in you, don’t you?”

-

Gaz is the next one. He heard your ‘interaction’ with the other men, smelled how Soap and Price practically reeked of well-deserved sex. It has arousal pool in his lower belly, dick twitching to life at the possibility of finally being satiated by you.

He’ll praise you for it; “Good boy, letting me use you like this.”, “Th-thank you, my love. Fuckin’ me so well.” and “Shh, I know. Go rest. I’ll just suck your pretty dick off, yeah?”

You think he’ll prep himself because you’re melting into the sheets to nap? No, you’re terribly wrong. He’d grip your wrist firmly, lubing your fingers up, and gently make them breach his tight hole. He gasps, immediately clenching from how intense it felt.

Gaz smiles fondly at how you seem to battle sleep, nodding mindlessly. When you do succumb to the urge, he’s biting his lip to contain his pathetic noises. You look so peaceful, and here he is fucking himself on your fingers. He’s holding onto your forearm, guiding you back and out. The murmurs of slick ringing through the room as he throws his head back.

“Fuckkk...” He’d mutter, fisting his own cock with rough jerks. Leaning down, he peppers kisses all across your jaw. He’s unbelievably turned on, rocking his hips to take in your digits completely. He’s getting desperate, but he will wait for you to wake up before he shoves your cock down his throat.

-

Ghost corners you. Sure, he’s got better self-control than the rest of the men. But hey, he’s still a human with very human needs.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a broader and hulking figure or a shorter stature, he’s guiding you with his frame until your knees hit the edge of a bed or a threadbare seat and your aching back is laying down. His mouth twitching in a mock snarl to have you submit. All with your consent, of course.

One of his favorite things to do to tease you? He loves to keep on asking you “This okay, luv?” and “Hmm? Y’want me to touch ya here?” until you’re begging him to finally fuck himself on your leaky dick that he’s been either playing with his roughened digits or warming with his inviting heat the entire time.

Rides you so slowly, hips rocking ever so slightly, and his soft walls pulse as they give way to your length. And it’s all to keep you awake, tightening up when you’re about to fall asleep on him. He wants you to be completely aware when he’s in the heights of arousal and he has you balls deep inside of him.

“Wake up, swee’art. Fuck– eyes on me, yeah, there we go.” / “Oh, you like tha’? Uh-huh? Good boy, you do.”

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Or you have Price behind you, one of his arms slung around your waist as he thumbs at your slit until it’s coated in your pre. Soap’s tugging at your shaft, his fist enclosed and tight, consistent and oh so whiny like you’re inside of him. “Ye can fuck me harder, (rank), jus’ like this.”

Gaz on his knees, his tongue flicking at your sensitive veins. They’ll be toying with your cock as you lean back against the captain, letting sleep overtake you until you feel someone familiar climb into your lap. The other men supporting Ghost’s weight as he takes your dick in his skull-gloved hand, guiding the head to meet his rim and he sinks down with a low groan.

[midnightcrw]

Rival! CEO! Simon, who is extremely competitive and can't accept defeat if someone is better than him.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who will see you as a rival once he finds out that you were the one who made much more profit than him and started to become more popular with your company.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who usually wears all-black suits with a black button-up, looking more than intimidating in it.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who only on occasions wears black pinstriped suits and a white button-up without a tie.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who leaves a few buttons unbuttoned just for your eyes to focus on.

Rival! CEO! Simon, whose fingers are adorned with all kinds of rings, making you stare at his veiny hands a little too long.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who hates your guts and would prefer to never see you again.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who swore he didn't like you, feels his pants tighten every time he sees you biting your lip during a conversation.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who, despite swearing he hates you, bends you over his desk after meeting with you.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who can't deny that he loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he pounds into you.

[poetslastdeath]

okay but i need a reader who is badshit insane, i need a reader with a history dretenched in so much blood that it’s stained them.

i need a reader that can be as stoic and scary as ghost so much so that they’ve become more of a legend then a person, a rotting grave that holds the bones of who they once were.

or a reader that was always drawn to the glint of a knife and the sight of blood running down their hands until no more skin showed, more monster than human since birth.

let them be feral I BEG‼️‼️‼️ especially for price, let them be feral and protective and obsessive and in love with price please 🙏🏽 🗣️

[fallenneziah]

Ghost who has no gag reflex and always teased you with it by never fully going down on you.

He teases you with the fact he has no gag reflex, you for a fact, know he has no gag reflex. You've put your fingers down his throat and he's taken them effortlessly; sucking your knuckles down, your fingers at the back of his throat easily.

You love it. And you also hate that he's the one with no reflex. Because as soon as you know, he refuses to go down. No matter how much you whine and beg for him to do it, even just once. He won't.

Unless you physically force him, which currently is one of your no go zones for intimacy. He suckles your head, gets you all sloppy and moaning, and cleans up the sides of his saliva. He takes such good care of the cock that pounds his insides upside down.

But he won't go fully down on you. Not until the day you're an especially good boy. And then it's over. You feel his tense throat muscles around the head of your cock, pre-cum spilling down the back of his throat, his tongue pressing you back and up. The second he goes fully down, shifting his throat to accommodate and pressing his nose flush to your groin without any problems... You cum. Nuff said.

Bye.

[thegnomelord]

Gnome, my good man, what's your thought on a trickster spirit!reader within the cod monsterverse? Like, he can be a malicious or a purely mischievous spirit who likes to mess with things and play around. As all spirits are, he's a free one, and refuses to be tied down—relationship wise. Which would probably be for some good angst in regards to one/some of the boys pinning for an unrequited!reader. Anyways, I can just see him being an absolute menace to the other boys :3

Better yet if he's a regular fuckbuddy, but even during sex he's still running his mouth, making crude jokes or some offhand comment that makes his current buddy all "???". The only way to shut trickster!reader is to stuff his mouth with some dick or ride/fuck him so good all he can get out is a bunch of whorish moans.

Just.... thoughts on trickster spirit!reader 😞😞

ooooh yessss, trickster spirit reader like anansi that's very clever but also a fucking troll. Reader that's an absolute menace to anyone in charge, a giant pain in the skull that takes every word seriously, as Price figured out when he remarked 'It's raining cats and dogs' and trickster reader literally made it rain cats or dogs, or some general said trickster reader was driving him up the wall so he ended up stuck on the ceiling lol.

Also I absolutely love love love the idea of brat reader and brat tamer 141. Like, you're a free spirit, to try and chain you don't is about as good of an idea as making the spirit of the sea stay with the sailor who loves her, and the old heartless man of the sea can tell you how well that goes.

So the boys let you roam, they let you have your fun; Holding your gaze across the bar when you're flirting with a faceless stranger, not pushing when you shrug their hand off your shoulder to go grind dance with a person you just met, biting back and resisting following you when you disappear to the bathroom for a quick fuck. You're not oblivious of their jealousy, your kin thrive on creating these emotions in others, and quite frankly it's fun to see how far you can push them.

But oh, little trickster, they may let you do as you please, but that doesn't mean your actions don't have consequences.

MDNI

Eventually you burn away all their patience, eventually, the need to show you why it's them you always return to burns too hot and you end up pinned on the bed, or the floor, or whatever semi-flat surface is around.

This time you're pinned beneath Soap who's half shifted, big burly body bruising your hips with the strength of each bounce, sharp claws digging into your ribs to give him a good hold on you. The headboard bashes against the wall every time he fully drops down on you, the springs creaking and digging into your back.

"Fuck puppy-" You moan so loudly you're sure half the base can hear but you can't give a single fuck about it when his ass is so tight around your cock. "So good- shit, you feel- fuck, fuck, fuck- really know how to chase that bone huh- hm!-" Your mouth runs automatically, the your hands sneaking out of the handcuffs easily so you can grip his hips.

Soap is beyond words, animalistic wolf brain too preoccupied with getting your cock as deep in his ass as he can. His tail wags back and forth, wide canine tongue stuck out of his mouth as he bounces on your cock harder, thick thigs tensing to drive you deeper into his velvet soft depths.

"Oh no you don't." Gaz snickers and snatches your arms. He's much more graceful than Soap when he sits on your chest, leaning over you and pinning your hands over your head. "You didn't let us touch you, you're not touching us." He smirks, the tip of his cock laying against your lips, and you could be fooled into thinking he's a trickster too.

You grin and purposely clench your teeth, looking up at him with challenge.

Gaz clicks his tongue, keeping your arms pinned over your head with one hand. His other hand curls into your hair and tugs just as Soap clenches around you. You're in no way responsible for the whorish moan that falls from your lips, eyes closing and mouth opening.

Your eyes fly open when Gaz pushes his hips and shoves half his cock into your mouth. "There you go, got your tongue." Gaz chuckles, pushing his dick a bit deeper. Another sharp tug is all it takes for your mouth to close around his shaft, eyes hooded, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his cock. Gaz's cock muffles your moans when you get a taste of his precum as it beads down your throat, your mind melting through your cock as the two sergeants fuck all that trickster intelligence out of you.

[ghostfacebunny]

ok but,,, imagine task force 141 using their favorite free use rookie soldier as stress relief after a mission

m!reader, NSFW, minors DNI

-- ༺ -- ༻--

Wondering what you could have possibly done for the Captain to be requesting you directly, you took a deep breath before knocking at the door to Price's office.

As you are invited in, your worry only increases. Standing before you is the entirety of task force 141. However, their usually stoic gazes were replaced by something different. Urgency? Frustration? No, that wasn't right. The way they looked you up and down mimicked that of a pack of wolves ready to devour their prey. Hunger. Then it clicked.

This was by no means a tactical call.

Just as the lightbulb goes off in your pretty little head you're being bent over the Captain's desk with your pants and boxers pulled down to your ankles. The smell of sweat, blood and dirt are still fresh on the four eager mens' uniforms, clouding your senses as they gather around you.

“Take the captain's cock like a good boy, yeah?” Gaz instructs holding you still so that Price could thrust into you with ease. You open your mouth to whine but Johnny quickly silences you, making you gag and your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuckin' hell, he’s making a mess already” Simon teases holding up his hand so that the boys can see his pre-cum stained glove.

The guys would take turns cumming inside you and tugging on your painfully overstimulated cock until they had fucked every last pent up emotion into you.

-- ༺ -- ༻--

a/n: aaaaa this is my first time posting my writing so I rewrote this like 75 times. I am so sick of looking at this so here it is ndjkndk

[miguel-owhora]

AAAAHHHHH

crazy genius!reader who creates miguel, an artificial intelligent robot who becomes sentient and goes crazy!! for reader!!!! and bc you're fucking insane you're like "fuck it" and make him a new pussy with material thats supposed to be like the inside of a vagina and even make him sensitive and able to squirt !!!

and miguel who's soooo obsessed with you he has no qualms killing off anybody that gets a little too close for confort fhffnf imagine him pinning you to your chair and riding you, his silicone pussy gripping you, lubricant slick coating your cock. and he's probably moaning and babbling, almost like an a real human, but god every time he orgasms he like malfunctions or something and he has to run a scan over his system to flush out his errors, he's kinda stupid but that's how i like him

[n30nwrites]

Fetch (Shifter! Tf141 x Male! Reader)

Chapter 4 of Good Doggy

Masterlist

Tw - Drunk Assholes (inspired by real stories from me :)), Slight blood warning, Language (its a COD fanfic??), OKAY SO LIKE I GUESS SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE STUFF?? I WANTED TO MAKE IT LONGER. A SMALL SCENE OF NSFW BUT NOTHING TOO DEEP BUT STILL PUTTING A WARNING, ITS IN BETWEEN THE NSFW GRAPHICS. Gaz has a praise kink.

Beta Reader/Editor - @letmelickyoureyeballs

Updated: 3/5/2024

The bar is filled. It’s a Friday night, of course it is but you hate it. You don’t like dealing with assholes. Not after the conversation with Maya.

“I cannot serve you anymore. If you don’t decide to leave I will call the cops.” The man in front of you shouts profanity after profanity, angered by the law. Humans were stupid that way. “Here’s a water.” You slam it down, annoyed.

Idiots. Drunken idiots.

Yeah by Usher starts playing. The club you worked at was loud, you have ear plugs in just so you wouldn’t be overstimulated by everything, but you could still hear enough.

“Why do you have a mask on?” He's irritated already which means that this conversation will not end well. You usually strive to give your coworkers the assholes, not caring that he'll have to deal with it. 

"It's to stay safe, I don't want to get sick-"

The man cuts you off and you debate on spitting in his drink, "That's not gonna keep you safe, the only way to stay safe is to build your immune system." He keeps yelling, and some spit leaves his mouth. You place down the menu in front of him as he keeps yelling, "That's the only way to stay safe, not a stupid mask!" 

You walk away, going to your coworker and telling him to get his order cause if you do you'll be fired. You instead went over to the list of music that was going to play and put on a favorite song of yours, not caring for some disgruntled noise from other patrons as you bobbed your head to the beat, distracting yourself from the day you had.

"Ye lik' this song mo gaol?" It's the familiar accent and the way the hairs on your arms stand makes you more irritated. It was roughly 1 a.m. and most people would be tired. You'd reckon it would start slowly down in 20 minutes, which meant you could get some work done.

You turned to face Soap.

"I'd hope so, I chose it." You tell him as you get closer to him. "You still stalking me?"

"Ah'ahmnot a stalker, juist wanted a drink." He smiles boyishly, as if he wasn't Sergeant John ``Soap" MacTavish with more confirmed kills than unconfirmed.

"At the bar I work at?"

"Juist a coincidence"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't lie to me." You told him while you mixed a drink. "You obviously have something for me."

"A'm in loue wi' ye"

"Not possible." You tell him, interrupting his "confession". You set the drink down in front of him. "$13" You tell him the price.

"I didnae orda a drink?" He looked cheeky, and you wished some part of you didn't find him attractive. But he looks up at you and you can't help but imagine other scenarios, particularly some where you're both naked.

"Well you can either pay for the drink and drink it, or pay for the drink and I'll drink it and talk with you some more." Soap immediately puts down two 20s.

"Th' rest can go to mah bartender." You slip the extra cash into your pocket, going to your POS system and breaking out for your thirty minute break that was required. You grabbed the drink on the counter and left your work area, Soap following behind like a puppy. You found a booth in the corner most people avoided. Sitting down at what could fit five others at most. Your mind goes back to Maya, who’s probably taking care of Icarus, your dog, and Marigold, her familiar. Maya worked as well, but it was an in-house job where she dealt with customers in need of assistance.

"You hurt our feelin`s earlier," He says first as you take a sip of the drink you made. "Hae we dane something tae offend ye?"

"Don't want to get your hopes up." You tell him, "I'm not one for soulmates."

"So ye know?"

"Of course I do. You reek of wolf." He starts to sniff himself and you want to laugh at how ridiculous it looks. "You wouldn't be able to smell it. And it's not a bad smell, just obnoxious cause there's four of you."

"So ye aren't human." 

"Nope, never was."

"What are ye?" You never felt shame in what you were. Didn't feel shame in general, it took Maya for you to start walking around in clothes. 

But you didn't want to tell him. 

"None of your business."

Gaz knows that Price is going to talk about the bloodshed in the morning. He knows that Price already knows but doesn't care to stop it tonight. Price is just too drunk, Ghost doesn’t care, and Soap is who knows where. It wasn’t like he killed humans tonight, just some animals that were definitely going to get the town's attention (He might’ve killed a bear) but not the hunters.

He's decorated in blood and he loves it. It soothes some messed-up part of him. His teeth still have specks of flesh in it, that he licks clean

He smells you. Heavenly you. You who smells like some plant burning. He didn't understand it, but he loved it.

You're next to Soap, and Soap has the biggest grin as you walk together. 

Though you probably don't see it as together. You probably see it as him stalking you, but you don't seem to have your usual air of distaste. You have sunglasses on, something he hates cause he can't stare at them. Your mask is black, and you also have a hood on. You look perfect, he just wishes you were in his bedroom.

Preferably naked and-

Nope.

He kind of hates it at the same time though. Soap getting so close to you, still determined to find a way to be with you. Soap didn't lose hope, not like Gaz did. But he'd be damned if he didn't do something. He lets out a growl, standing menacingly as he runs forward, towards both of you, knocking Soap down as he growls at him, his teeth snapping. If Gaz doesn't get to be happy, Soap shouldn't either.

He just wasn't expecting your reaction.

"Get off him." He followed your command, staring up at you and following your eyes when you bent down to be eye level with him. "God you are so..."

"Cute." Your voice gets higher as you gently rub behind his ears, the blood not bothering you at all. Gaz almost forgets how you looked at him earlier, your words that cut him melted away and he just thinks he has a chance.

You loved dogs, who wouldn't? Even if that dog was actually a grown (hot) man. 

"Look who's such a pretty boy." You kept rubbing his head as Soap just stared in shock. "Such a handsome boy, who did you eat?" You coo at Gaz, who leans into your touch and praise, enjoying everything about this moment. Gaz has to take a moment to remember himself, that the praise you give him is nothing.

But he can't help but imagine scenarios in a different setting.

NSFW Start

It's such a simple setting. In his room, the lights are low. He's flushed, shirtless and on the floor, while you sit above him.

"Can't you be a good boy for me?" You lick your lip before biting it, you stare at him, your eyes actually showing, looking at him with lust and love. A perfect combination, and your lips, god, you were perfect for him. "Come on, you know you want to." You lower your shorts and Gaz gulps, he stares at your cock, mesmerized.

"You're hungry for it, aren't you whore?"

NSFW End

"Arr ye fecken' kidding me?" Soap says, breaking the peaceful moment, and Gaz's daydream. "A' it took wis a wolf fur ye to lik' us?" 

"I still don't like you all, but dogs are always a great company." You keep petting him, Gaz's eyes closing slightly, and Soap sits up. 

"Ah can do that toh." His accent gets thicker as he rushes to grab your hand, forcing it away from Gaz and instead putting it in his hair. Which was mostly shaved on the sides.

"You aren't a cute puppy right now." You yank your hand away.

"He's fooken' bloody!"

Gaz licks your face, and you slightly smile.

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NEXT

Listen, hating people is one thing but I could never hate a dog, let alone a wolf. Reader still doesn't feel comfortable around the boys, but he does like the dogs.

[rottingflowrs]

GAZ CODED RAHHHH

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 1

starring: john price x male reader

request: Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

warnings: smut, cursing, femboy!reader, kinda age play, praise, pet names, unprotected sex, somewhat blowjob, perv!141 team, mentions of masturbation, daddy kink, creampie

how did the team ever get so lucky with a young bun like you, so helpful and cheerful around the base as the assistant to price, always helping the team out even when they tell you no because they don't want you overexerting or even worse hurting yourself so no matter how much you say you could help they make sure you're out of the way when they work on the cars around the base or something else.

hell, sometimes they use you as eye candy while they work, glancing over at your beautiful ass self dawned in some tight shorts with a little skirt around it because price said you couldn't wear that short of a skirt with nothing underneath it around the base so you just settled with putting some shorts under it with a tight button up shirt that had a couple buttons popped open to help with the hot weather.

and each time you caught them looking they would quickly act like they were talking among each other but just to give them what they want a little bit you would pretend to drop some papers then bend over to pick them up, giving the boys a clear view of you pretty ass, letting their thoughts run wild as they thought of the many ways the would use you if given the chance, to the dismay of price who was watching from a nearby window.

so he calls you into his office, you walking down the hallway nervously before stepping into his office, the air was tense as he sat in his chair, arms folded across his big chest "you wanted to see me sir" you were nervous as hell and it showed on your nervous stance "c'mere love" he said patting his leg and you slowly made your way to him before lightly sitting down on him, his hand caressing your lower back.

"y'know i can't have you runnin' around here lookin' like that and distractin' all the guys from their work right" he asked, his eyes glued to your face as you tried to find anything else to look at "yes sir" you stammered "just think of what some old dog like them or me happens when we see you lookin' like a beaut'" his hands now trailing up and down your spine making you shudder to his rough yet soft touch.

"im sorry mr.price" you were getting hornier by the seconds with his longing touches and soft words you just didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him "no need to be sorry, just where this stuff f'us okay, me and the team and no one else" he wasn't being coy anymore he wanted you and you caught onto that quickly so what would be the harm in acting in your slutty way "so just you and the team, all my ass for you guys" you ask tuning at him fully and straddling his lap, his hands finding and holding your waist.

"ah ah i didn't say the team could have this ass now did i, this ass is just f'me but i'll let the guys fuck you with their eyes" he assured beginning to kiss your neck and feel you ass, your arms draped over his shoulder as you began grinding on him speedily "now how about i get a taste of this jaw dropping ass i've seen so much" he said pulling your shorts off but leaving the skirt for the pretty look of it.

you slowly pull down his jeans down to see the outline of his hard on, palming him through briefs making him rock hard while you both made out "m'gonna need that hole now lovie" he panted slapping your ass and kneading it intently so you did as he said and pulled his briefs down to let his girthy cock fling out, as you spit into your hand and began working on lubing up his dick price took off your shirt and littered your chest in little bites and hickeys, further adding to his boner.

he lifted you up and angled you over his cock before plopping you down, drawing a loud moan from you that price swallowed with a deep kiss "stay quiet now, wouldn't want the others to hear would ya" price urged pulling back to lean into the chair and watch this cute sight "yes sir" and with that you were off, hopping up and down on his dick like a desperate puppy, needy for every inch of your boss and price? well price was just happy he could get some action after so long i mean he could only go on so long with jerking off to some porn.

and with a pretty young thing like you, he was happy as hell to be fucking you, groaning lowly with each plap from your ass against his lap "a young thing like you with an old dog like me, almost like a match doomed to meet" price smirked throwing his hands behind your head and making you do all the work in pleasuring his cock and you were to out of it to even reply, your tongue lolling out with drool dripping from the corner of your mouth "ha m'dick so good can't even reply" price snickered, enjoying the sight of your little skirt flying up and down.

the real reason he didn't want you wearing just a skirt is because he was nervous the others would be so desperate to fuck you that they'd do anything to get in your bed (and hole) so he told you to cover up more, you were now leaning into him, arms wrapped around his necked as you fucked yourself on him like your life depended on it but no worries price loved the sight of your ass bouncing against him and you moaning in his ear like a whore.

"you want daddys cum" price asks now controlling your ass, his hands tightly holding your cheeks in his hand and lowering you up and down on his cock "mhm i want it so bad" you whined, price couldn't believe that with a few words he'd have you begging for his cum and he was so happy that he finally got to fuck you after so long of only imagining it, mentally bragging about how he got to fuck you before the rest of the boys.

"right there sir please keep going right there" prices' cock was hitting every one of your sensitive spots bringing you right to the edge of cumming with price who was loving every second of this so much that he blew his load without even thinking, filling you up with his warm cum making you cum on the spot, littering his shirt with your cum "oh no pup you ruined my shirt" price said looking all pouty but he was joking but you took it seriously.

"im so so sorry sir i'll clean it up" you quickly said getting to your knees and licking the cum from his shirt, every drop of it and making it all clean again, you down below him between his thighs was making him think some thoughts, mainly ones that were questioning how much of his cock could he fit down your tight throat, he started thinking even nastier perverted thoughts when you started cleaning his cock.

tongue swirling around his dick to lick up all the cum and saliva that you made, and damn i must say you were looking insatiable, hole still dripping with warm cum and looking fucked out but still wanting to do good boy for your boss "this is definitely adding to your performance evaluation" price joked as he put his dick back in his pants and helped you clean up with some napkins he had lying around and put your stuff back on, leaving some lingering touches on your ass before kissing you and watching you walk out the door.

you saw the boys running back to their rooms with their pants shimmied down their thighs, knowing they listened to the whole ordeal and jerked off to it, nice to know you basically had them wrapped around your well manicured finger.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Warnings: yandere, male reader, and nsfw

I can't stop thinking about yandere TF-141 being obsessed with male! reader who has a large cock.

All of them find out by getting you drunk one night — and getting on the topic of sizes, and you mentioning how you nearly 'killed' your last partner because of it

They don't believe you. Think it's all bluff.

But until one of them gets you alone, able to feel just how large your buldge is, they realize how fucking massive you are.

And don't get me started on their reactions when they pull down your pants, face flushed, and watching how your thick cock twitches in attention.

And the one who got to deepthroat you, ensuring he made you cum twice, making you pull his hair, now rubs it into the other faces. Cheeky smile widening, throwing back the alcohol shots as they won the forever prize.

And now, they're all betting on each other on who'll get to fuck you first — or rather have you fuck their brains out until they forget their own names.

[shxnigxmi]

[𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄!𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁] [ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ!ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Another popular trend on Tiktok, the one where women sit on a black painted canvas with colored paint on their bare ass and thighs—

c/w: nudes, feminine male reader, price jacks off to your gift, the 141 boys are all so down bad for you (because i’m an attention whore)

🔞 MINORS/FEM!ALIGNED DNI 🔞

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Thinking about how fucking hot it would be to do that viral TikTok trend on Price where a woman gifts their boyfriend a black painted canvas with their ass and legs painted a bright color and they sit on top of it.

Cheeky thing you are— sending it to him on base. A little care package to show him how much you love and miss him. He knew you were doing it to be a fucking brat.

He knew that you knew just anybody could come waltzing along and swipe it from him before he got the chance to even see it. You’d wrapped it up in simple brown paper and put a kiss mark in cherry red lipstick in the corner. The only indication that it was from you to Price was the soldier who’d said it was attached to an envelope from you.

The Captain didn’t have a moment at the time to collect his care package from you but he told the soldier to keep it safe and he’d be back for it later that night.

It was kept in the locked and monitored armory, the armory that all his men had access too. All his men who’d heard that you left something special for him, and were eager to be invasive to see what it was.

Jealous of him for getting something from you and frustrated that you sent only him something. Which didn’t make sense since Price was your husband and the rest of his boys were just a casual on and off fuck buddy situation. (With the Cap’s approval of course).

They just couldn’t stand it, they all wanted you so bad that it physically hurt to accept the fact you would always belong to their Captain and him only.

So yeah, he was rather peeved with you for sending him something so lewd and provocative when any of the three others could’ve swiped it from underneath his nose and seen it before he could.

But he was quick to change his attitude when he saw what it was that you’d gifted him. A print of your ass and deliciously thick thighs over a deep black on the canvas.

In the envelope that came with it was a letter, in which you wrote about how lonely and unsatisfied you were without your beloved husband to take care of you. And he felt his cock stir eagerly at the mental image of you whining all pretty for him.

The rest of the contents in the envelope are what made his dick jump to full mast.. polaroids. Small pictures of you. You in lingerie, you with a dildo up your ass, a picture you took in the mirror of the backs of your thighs and ass painted in a deep and sexy red.

The man moved quick, scooting the painting further up his bed and laying the polaroids all over the canvas. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his boxers and pants down to his thighs. Sighing in relief as his hard cock jumped when it was released from the confines of his uniform. Then he was clambering into the bed to hover over the canvas and he grunted as he stroked himself with a few relived sighs sprinkled in. Pumping his cock to chase the orgasm he could feel cresting. Like a fire in his chest and broiling in his stomach. It was when he looked down at the painting beneath him that his stomach and balls tightened up and he was shooting his load all over the print of your ass.

He stroked himself through his orgasm, a deep groan that bordered on being a feral growl rumbled from deep within his chest. When he came down from his high an abrupt idea erupted into life in his head.

He grinned as he pulled out his phone and opened up the group chat he and with the rest of the boys.

[Come to my quarters. I got something here I think you’d all quite enjoy.]

—

a/n: somebody put me down like a sick animal🧍🏽

[theirishwolfhound]

I do love the idea of an unhinged reader. Not like brutally unhinged but... like the kind that is harmlessly annoying and is just a brat to Task Force 141.

Like the mother fuckers nickname is Menace and they're somehow still alive after everything so they make it everyone's problem.

They're great at what they do, amazing even— but no team wants menaces like Menace, not even the heavens nor the hells want the damn person.

This is the same Menace who wears a devilish half-mask, but only above their mouth so people can see their shit-eating grin (think similar to the ghoul mask above) as they leave small firecrackers under the lids of toilet seats, or so people notice the way their lips curl up in mock disgust when someone is talking.

Menace who only goes through with the SAS training to one up another soldier they despised, enough to have sicked a pack of squirrels on that they personally hand fed a few days after— they even bonded enough with the little fuckers that when they were finally transferred out to be someone else's problem, the squirrels would steal the remaining soldiers foods.

Laswell, whose grand idea of knocking the boys down a peg since she's tired of their shenanigans includes getting this Menace of a person to join 141 with faint threats of blackmail— to which Coporal Menace respects, leading Kate to being the only one who is not subjected to the dumpster fire that is about to happen, but is only encouraged by her wife.

Price, who in his right mind, nearly rejects the idea of this misfit joining because of their turnover rate but gives in when Laswell tells him it would be worth it— that her wife likes them and they're an excellent solider after all.

Immediately upon arrival, Menace lives up to their name— pissing on the side of the building as if to mark their new territory before deciding it would be a good idea to rile up the behemoth of a man by asking Price: "Didn't anyone tell the poor bastard that Halloween was four fuckin' months ago? Look at 'em he looks emo."

It wasn't until then that the poor Captain realized how much of an untamed brat his new corporal was— only to be further set in after the first two weeks on base.

Sure Menace got along with Soap, but they were far too alike for Menace's likings and Gaz, sweet sweet Gaz, gave them a few too man odd glances and playfully snide remarks for their liking— meanwhile Ghost had made them scrub the bathroom from top to bottom with a small sponge, and well they could already see the forming regret in Price's eyes.

So Menace did what they did best.

It started out simple: silently attaching balloons on strings to the back of their clothes without them noticing, flipping all of the furniture upside down during the middle of the night, purposefully mocking every single move of one of the operators for a full day, sugar in the salt shaker or salt in the sugar dish, you name it they did it.

Glitterbomb the captain? Oh yeah, and there's still glitter in his mustache.

Tied the two sergeants' doors together so that neither could open it? Done and done, they were locked in their rooms for a good hour until someone cut the rope.

Move the lieutenant’s furniture two inches to the right so that he would constantly stub his toe? Yeah, you can practically see him fuming after every trip to his office.

And what irked the lads the most? Menace kept getting away without being caught— managing to even out sneak Ghost, which the only reason for it is: Menace knowing they don't know what they look like without that mask. So obviously they take it off and blend in with the many other people on base.

They made a fool of their sergeants, their lieutenant, and their captain and it was time to get back at the cunning prankster— but Menace grew suspicious. Usually they would have been booted out by a normal team by then, but what Menace came to realize a bit too late was that Task Force 141 was not normal.

And reality came to a head when Menace was called to Price's office to collect something— only for that something to be a bucket of ice cold water falling onto their head and for the captain to tell their now soaking wet and cold Coporal: "Game's on, brat."

PT 1 | PT 2

[trashbandit777]

Stalker! König! Sends a snap to Reader whilst their out with their friends.

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The hoes gonna love this

Next up is König, this one made even my girlfriend blush (which is an acheivement)

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