#ghost x gaz x reader

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 11 - multiple orgasms

ghost x gaz x f!reader (part 1, part 2 here)

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, light edging/denial, fingering, overstimulation, open/poly relationship (skirting full poly!141 for this one, but it's implied), oral.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

“I don’t even get why you like shows like this,” you said, irritated, motioning toward the fighting couple on the TV. You were laid back between Simon’s legs, head cradled between his pectorals, the two of you slowly sinking lower and lower into the couch as the afternoon passed. 

“What’er y’ talkin’ about?” he asked, his large hand stroking softly over your stomach. He ruffled the fabric of your tank, skirting just above the band of your joggers. 

He had been playing with you like this all day. Light touches, gently holding you as either you or him winked in and out of sleep. He, frustratingly, never pushed it over into anything overtly sexual. You hated it. Wrapped in your favorite blanket, surrounded by his strong, warm body, it had you spiraling into a soft, subby, haze, where anything could have you dripping, begging for his touch.

Instead of giving in, you poured your want into your dissatisfaction with the trash reality show he’d chosen. 

“All they do is fight,” you said with a huff, covering the hitch in your voice as his other hand trailed up your chest, absently following the knit rib from hem to neck. “Thought-ah!” You tried to continue, but his other hand stroked down, petting your pussy over your pants, sending you shuddering against him. “Ah, yes!” you moaned, finally getting the stimulation you wanted.  

His hand gripped softly around your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger. The feeling was dulled by the fabric between you but, in your current state, it didn’t matter. You still writhed against him, willing the stoic man on. 

“Like it,” he rumbled darkly, fingers rubbing wide circles over your covered mound while you whined and panted beneath him. “Like it because you hate it,” he continued, giving your clit a hard flick, sending you gushing in your panties. 

Oh fuck, you thought, you weren’t going to last much longer if-

“Like it because you still crawl in my lap. Think you’re so slick begging for cock like this.” His hand closed into a claw, blunt nails biting into the fat of your breast while his other hand pressed down on your soaked pussy, working you with quick, precise, strokes. Your head rolled to the side, open mouth spilling an uninterrupted stream of pleading sighs. You felt his mouth press to the crown of your head. “Like hearing my girl cum when I play with her needy little cunt the most, though.”

As if on his command, you came. Your back bowed against his chest, forcing your hips against his chubbing cock. A keen pierced the air, cutting through the stilted interview with the fighting couple from earlier. Simon forced your orgasm on and on, fingers softly circling your clit and pinching your nipple, until you finally gathered the strength to swat his hands away. 

He let you lay against him for a moment as your brain fizzed, going back to stroking over your stomach. Once your breathing evened out he picked you up, forcing you to stand on wavering, coltish legs, before pushing you away.

“Go on then,” he said with a smack of your ass, making you jump. “Shower,” he ordered. 

You obeyed. Happy to wash the sleep and sweat from your body. You stripped as soon as the door closed behind you, wandering into the stall and under the steamy spray. You would have been happy to melt into the wall for the next few minutes, mindlessly cleaning yourself while dreaming of cuddling back up with your man on the couch afterward. Maybe he would even let you pick the next show.

“Mmm, lookit that,” a smooth voice purred behind you. A quick turn revealed it to be one of the other men in your life: Kyle. This was quite the surprise. You hadn’t expected him home today. His dark eyes hooded and seductive as he followed the path of suds and water running down your body. Before you could say anything, he was pulling his shirt over his head asking, “Mind if I join?”

He didn’t give you any time to answer, quickly dropping his shorts as he stepped in, huddling you into a corner. He kept you there for only a moment, letting himself run his hands over your body. He listened to you squirm and whine, still wound up from Simon not five minutes ago. 

He leaned down to peck your lips before taking a knee, sucking kisses all the way down. His hands spread open your slick thighs as he found a home between them. A tonguing kiss to your mons had you sighing his name. Your fingers worked into his tight curls, trying to bring him closer, lower, right were you needed him. 

He chuckled, humming as he nosed open your folds. “Really need it that bad, babe?” he murmured against your core. “Simon not take care of you while I was gone?”

You couldn’t answer, only hold him tighter as he worked that coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your was clit still tingling from earlier, so Kyle’s clever tongue lapping at your untapped juices felt like the best form of torture. You leaned back against the wall, bucking against his mouth, taking full advantage of finally having some unmuted pleasure. His fingers dug into your hips, biceps bulging and his hands put a stop to most of your movement, 

“Kyle . . . Kyle,” you gasped, his tongue swirling around your clit, slow and rhythmic, that had your hips swaying. “There,” you begged. “Please . . . don’t stop.” 

Ever one to please, he licked a hard stripe from tip to root before sucking as much of your clit between his lips. He suckled on it, feeling your pulse in the sensitive little organ hammer between his teeth. That shot a spike of electricity straight through you. You keened, moans of his name leaving your lips before you even register your orgasm.   

Somehow, you managed to stay standing. Kyle being the good man he was, did most of the work once he saw you were unable to doing anything more than slide down the slick wall. He wrangled your limp, post-orgasm, body out of the shower. You remember him toweling you off, pressing a kisses here and there followed with cute little praises. 

You were half asleep when he deposited you in bed, directly into Simon's arms. He pulled the blanket up over your shoulder, kissing your cheek as he murmured, “Get some sleep, lovie. Soap ‘n Cap should be back tonight. Can’t leave them out.”

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Lessons Learned

Ghost/Gaz/F!Reader

After Gaz cheated to win a bet over Ghost, Ghost is looking to get his own back, and he’s wondering if you’d be willing to help him.

also known as

Ghost uses you to punish Gaz by making him hold your hands down as Ghost tonguefucks you until you cry (consensually, ofc).

NSFW below the cut, minors get out now.

You were the only one to see how Ghost’s eyes darkened when Gaz claimed victory in the bet last weekend. You were the only one watching as Ghost sunk back into his seat, staring at the beer left in his glass as he pieced together how Gaz had played a little loose with the rules in order to win the pile of cash in the middle of the table. He was pissed, that anyone would play unfair, even when Gaz remedied the situation by using his winnings to supply the next round.

So, when Ghost caught your arm the next time you stopped by his office, pulling you close and cupping your face in his hands, whispering as he asked if you’d noticed anything about Gaz over the last couple of days, you knew exactly what he was on about.

“The bet, last Friday?” You guessed, trying to act like you didn’t.

“Yes, the bet. What about it?”

“That he won?”

“By breaking the rules.”

“Aww, Si, you about to start complaining how it’s not fair?” You mirrored how he was holding your face, pressing your thumb to his lips through the mask. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same if you thought of it first.”

“Course I would. Still, Gaz cheated. Cheated me, cheated you. I think he should answer for that.”

“And how do you intend to make him answer for it?”

“With you.” Ghost’s hand squeezed on your chin. “If you’ll help me.”

“Help you? How?”

Ghost chuckled lightly. “Just, come back here this afternoon, without anything on under those jeans,” he ran his thumb over your lips, “and, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Take care, how?”

“Lie you out on this desk, use my tongue on you till you cry. Make Gaz watch.”

His words sent heat flooding through your body. The idea of Ghost treating you right in the best way possible, while making Gaz sit and watch, getting frustrated and whiny as Ghost kept control of both of you… “You’d better do that. And more”

“Don’t I always?” He tugged your head down towards his, resting your foreheads together, a compromise you’d made around how hard it was to kiss him when he was in his mask. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes.” You nodded, as Ghost let go of you. “I’ll see you after lunch?”

“Me and Gaz, after lunch.” He nodded, as you left his office.

The time could not go past fast enough. Back in your own office, you sat, staring at the clock watching the seconds tick by until lunch had come and gone, and you were beginning to wonder how long you should wait before hurrying up the corridor to Ghost’s office, sans underwear. How long could you get away with, before Ghost would come and find you? He’d probably berate you for keeping him and Gaz waiting, and turn today into a punishment for you as much as Gaz. Ghost didn’t ask for much in your relationship, but he did prefer for his rules to be kept.

At half two, you’d reflected enough to decide that making Ghost come look for you wasn’t the best idea (for today, at least), and you left your office to hurry over to Ghost’s, not even bothering to knock as you walked in.

Ghost looked up and chuckled. “Took you long enough. Kept Gaz here waiting.” 

He nodded to where Gaz was sat on the sofa, arms crossed and a face made like he was sulking.

“This is so not fucking necessary, Si. Can’t you just yell at me or something?”

“You don’t learn when I do that, so we’re trying something different.” Ghost pulled his mask off, rubbing a hand through his brown hair, making it stick up in short spikes. He caught your eye as you giggled at that, and beckoned you close. “On the desk, love.” 

He helped you up to lie down on the already cleared surface, humming lightly as he did the cursory work to expose what he needed of your body, undoing the buttons on your shirt and pulling your trousers down around your ankles. Without anything to do, you tilted your head back, staring at Gaz, who was still sat on the sofa, making a point of not looking at either of you.

Simon saw where you were looking, and pressed his hand on your thigh, the warmth sinking into your skin as you relaxed under his touch. “Don’t worry, love. Gaz is waiting until he’s told.” 

You nodded as Ghost spread your legs wide and knelt between them, grabbing your ass as he exhaled directly onto your cunt. You gasped and squirmed, stuttering out his name, because he fucking knew how sensitive you got when he did that. Ghost responded by grabbing you tighter before pushing his tongue against your pussy. Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing hold of the short strands and pulling at it, desperately trying to keep him quiet between your thighs, but you weren’t strong enough to stop him from pulling his head back and uttering a single word. 

“Kyle.” 

Gaz shot up and raced to the other side of the desk, his eyes immediately finding yours, already filled with desperate frustration, as he leaned over and reached down your body. You thought he was reaching down to help Ghost toy with you, to roll his fingers over your clit in a way no one by he could, but instead he grabbed your hands, pried your fingers from Ghost’s hair, and pulled them up over your head, holding them still by his sides, effectively pinning you in place.

“Gaz?” The startled gasp left your lips as you instinctively kicked at Ghost’s back.

Ghost gently rubbed his hands up your thighs to soothe you, showing he was still paying attention to you as he spoke to Gaz. “Remember, Kyle. You hold ‘em down, you don’t touch ‘em anywhere else, you don’t touch me, you don’t touch yourself. You keep your eyes on their face, watch exactly what I’m doing to them, until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz gasps, pressing his hips against the edge of the desk, tightening his grip as you try to pull your hands free.

“Good.” Ghost’s voice softened when he addressed you. “Love?”

“Yeah?” you dragged your eyes from Gaz’s to look down at Ghost.

“Colour?”

“Green.” You responded.

“Good.”

With that, Ghost was done talking. He dragged one of his hands up your thigh to your core, dipping his fingers into the mix of your wet pussy and his saliva, pushing your lips wide and shoving his tongue into you. The sudden movement made you drop your head back to the desk, meeting Gaz’s eyes again as a breath choked its way out of your mouth, lips parted as Ghost ate you out sinfully. You couldn’t feel anything by Ghost’s grip on your thighs, his tongue on your pussy, and Gaz’s grip on your hands, everything else disappearing in the pleasure and the security they provided as they held you down over this desk.

When you focused on Gaz’s face, you could see his eyes flitting about your body and how it was moving, straining simultaneously away and into Ghost’s mouth. Gaz’s lips were moving, he was saying something, muttering about how good you looked with Ghost servicing you, not that you could be sure. You couldn’t hear anything beyond how messy and wet your pussy was.

Ghost was taking you apart, skilfully dissolving your resolve in mere seconds, hooking his tongue each time he dragged it out of you, his thumb pressing down on your clit, certainly delivering on what you’d been shivering with anticipation for the whole day. He was earning every moan that fell from your lips as you shook in his and Kyle’s grip, begging to cum while you still could form coherent speech, because you wouldn’t by the time Ghost was done with you.

Gaz wanted so badly to drag his gaze away from your face, from your body, to look anywhere else, because otherwise he was going to cum inside his boxers, and he didn’t even want to think about what Ghost would have to say about that. It wasn’t like he’d told Gaz he couldn’t cum until Ghost said, but he’d have a mocking mouthful for Kyle in this scenario. Something about him being so eager to spread his cum around, he couldn’t even wait to see good pussy before he did it. How was Ghost supposed to keep picking up after Kyle, because if Kyle wasn’t hard when there was needy pussy waiting, then Ghost would have to fuck it instead, wouldn’t he?

Gaz grit his teeth, jutting his erection against the edge of the desk, the spike of pain staving off the inevitable just enough for him to tighten his grip on your hands as you cried out, back arching off the desk as Ghost got you to cum. Ghost hushed you gently, massaging your thighs as you shook against the wood, before sitting back on his heels and looking up at Gaz.

“Kyle.”

Gaz dragged his gaze down your body, then up to look at Ghost. “Yes?”

“You cum yet?”

“No.”

Ghost kept looking at him, wordlessly, his lips and chin shining in the bright light, as he waited for Gaz to correct himself.

“No, sir.” 

“Do you want to?” Ghost kept his eyes on Gaz, but started rubbing his fingers around the edge of your sticky pussy, making you whine underneath their staring match.

“Yes, I do, sir.”

“Can you wait for this one to have one more?” Ghost pushed the tips of his fingers into you, making you squirm, one of your wrists sliding until Gaz caught it again. “Promised I’d make them cry, is all.”

“You…” bastard, Kyle wanted to say, but then he wouldn’t cum at all. “You never promise me that.”

“You’ve never asked for it. Would you like it?”

“I… maybe another time?”

“Another time it is. Keep ‘em still, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz swallowed, dropping his head back down to stare at you, mumbling your name as you twitched, still sensitive as Ghost’s tongue dipped back inside you. “You wanna cry, huh?”

You nodded, staring up at Gaz as he leant down closer to you, concealing the words he whispered.

“That’s how he got you to agree to this? I could’ve made you cry, you know.”

You nodded, eyes beginning to glaze over as Ghost moved his lips up, pulling your clit between his teeth.

“So, why are we here?” Gaz hovered just above your face, slowly blurring out of focus as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, thighs twitching as Ghost dragged you to the edge again, the pads of his fingers dragging over the edge of your wet hole.

“You… cheated…” You huffed out, between stuttering breaths as the knot pulled tight in your gut again.

Gaz sighed, air brushing over your cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Not… me, you should… apologise to.” You felt the tears run down your cheeks as you twisted, trying to pull back from Ghost. “Too… too much…”

Ghost hummed, gently rubbed your thigh and slowed his fingers, settling them into a rhythm as Gaz’s lips ghosted over your cheeks, pressing against your skin until you shook, and came again.

“There we go… Good pet.” Ghost eased back, gently pulling you up from the desk into his arms, beckoning Kyle to follow as he crossed the room to the sofa. He sank back into the cushions, curling you on one side, and spreading his lap open for Gaz to sit on.

“You too, Gaz. So good for me.”

Gaz huffed, shoving his hands against Ghost’s shoulders. “Can I cum? Sir?”

“We’re done now, Kyle. Just us now, just Simon, Kyle, and this one, yeah?”

You wiped your eyes to watch as Simon cupped the back of Kyle’s neck, pressing their foreheads together, sighs leaving their mouths as they rested for a moment, before kissing.

“You want to cum, yeah?”

Gaz nodded, pushing his hips forward. “Yeah. So bad.”

“Go on, then. Take care of yourself.”

“Lazy bastard.” Gaz groaned out, as he undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, hard and leaking before he wrapped his hand around it and stroked himself.

“I’ve only got two hands.” Ghost pointed out. One was on your shoulder, keeping you pulled close to his side, and the other was on the back of Gaz’s head, holding him steady as Gaz groaned, dragging himself towards the finish line. “That’s it, go on, cum for me, yeah?”

“Fucking want to, Christ, Simon…” Gaz groaned. “Fuck…”

“Yeah…” Ghost was rubbing his thumb over Gaz’s skin, stopping when you placed your hand over his on the back of Gaz’s neck. “Pet?”

“Hush.” You said to him as you dragged yourself up to your knees, cuddling up to Gaz’s side, pressing your lips against his ears, whispering over and over how he should cum for you, cum for you, cum for us, as Gaz shivered under your touch, and emptied himself over Ghost’s shirt.

“Fuck,” was all Gaz said as Ghost tangled the two of you together on his lap, trapping Gaz as he tried to pull his shirt off to maximise how much of his skin could be pressed against yours. You bat it away, wrinkling your nose as you felt the material of Ghost’s t-shirt, wet with Gaz’s cum, stick to your skin.

“That was fucking beautiful.” Ghost murmured, kissing each of you in turn, one of his partners snuggled up against each shoulder. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Gaz hummed. “What about you, Si? You cum yet?”

“I can wait.” Simon murmured.

“Hell no,” Gaz struggled to sit up. “You’re not doing that again.”

“We cum, you cum. Simple, as.” You sat up with him, both staring Ghost down like it was a challenge.

He laughed. “You’re both insatiable. You can take me apart later, I promise, but right now both of you are going to sit here, and have a drink and a snack.”

Gaz huffed. “Can’t make us do that.”

Ghost grabbed the back of his neck again. “Yes, I can. You’re not denying me my aftercare, Gaz.”

“Of course not, Si.” You cupped his face. “Aftercare away. Then later, we’ll tear you into pieces, in exchange.”

Ghost sighed. “I’d like that.”

[ghouljams]

Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.

Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.

Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.

Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.

At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[devil-in-hiding]

pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[lapetitepatisserie]

cod × fem!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.

“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.

“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.

You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.

“I’m talking about this one.”

[swordsandholly]

Been thinking about the 141 boys coming to visit your southern family…

Price ends up out back with your papaw and uncles staring at a riding mower that they haven’t been able to get back up and working. Beer in hand, hip cocked, mimicking their ‘uh-uh’s and ‘yep’s. He tries to help with grilling but your dad won’t let him anywhere near it because “damn brits can’t cook out to save their lives. I’ve seen what y’all eat.”

Ghost gets a little overwhelmed by the women fussing over him. He’s on his third plate of food and your mimi is still loading him up with more mac n cheese because “He’s just such a big boy - he really needs to fill up! Are you sure you’re feeding him enough?” Luckily Simon is a literal human vacuum - a total garbage disposal. He drinks about a pitcher of sweet tea by himself because you can’t tell me that man doesn’t have a deadly sweet tooth. You have to drive home after the food coma they put him in.

Gaz is the decided favorite son-in-law (never mind that you aren’t married yet.) He’s just so polite, happily helping wherever needed. Quick witted and more than prepared to participate in the small town gossip. Giving genuine, dramatic gasps at the news that the preachers son of your family’s rival church took a trip (went to prison). It just makes sense that boy always had a screw loose, after all. He picks up on the cooking easily enough, asking your mom for all her recipes to make both you and her a lovely custom cook book of family recipes.

Soap goes absolutely hog wild on the four wheelers with your cousins. Regaling the younger ones with stories of his ‘adventures’ (pranks on the other 141 members.) He picks up some of your slang for the fun of it. After all, sigogglin’ just works with a Scottish accent so well. Unfortunately he can’t handle the jalapeño corn bread - it’s just too spicy for the poor boy.

[konigsblog]

P!LINK COD MWII MASTERLIST (🌽)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

BEWARE: DARKER THEMES BELOW.

PHOTO CREDIT: GLUTT_R ON 🐦/X

KÖNIG

somnophilia with pervert!könig

taking kidnapper!könig for the first time

size difference with petite!reader and könig

“just the tip, könig.” with loser!könig

loser!könig who loses control (breeding kink)

being groped by kidnapper!könig (hole inspection)

forced breeding with pervert!könig

hope inspection with older boyfriend!könig

virginity loss with könig (virgin!reader)

letting virgin!könig use your body (virginity loss)

raped and recorded by könig

entertainment for kidnapper!könig (non-con)

raped in public by rapist!könig

incel!könig making porn for his online girlfriend

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)

relaxing simon riley with your pussy

‘obedience’ with simon riley

stepbrother!simon riley and his best friends

humping your stepfather's bulge

car sex with stepbro!simon riley

rough dom!simon riley and his fuck doll

being manhandled by your stepbrother

raped by kidnapper!simon

being filled by simon riley (breeding kink)

hole inspection with simon riley

cock worship with older boyfriend!simon

rough dom!simon x brat!reader (brat taming)

punishments with stepfather!simon

having your attitude fixed by your lieutenant

semi-clothed sex with pervert!simon

raped for intel by lieutenant!simon

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)

“just the tip, i promise.” with stepbro!soap

your needy stepbro attempting to distract you

rough dom!stepbro!soap punishing you

playful!stepbro!soap and his virgin stepsister virginity loss

stepbro!soap eating you out

cuddling fucking with stepbro!soap

drunken sex with loser!soap

“fuck, don’t stop, bonnie...” handjobs with soap

being fingered by stepbro!soap

mutual masturbation with soap

stepson!soap with stepmom!reader

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

shower sex with pervert!gaz

the type of videos gym bro!gaz sends you

riding gaz in your new lingerie

the result of getting high with stepbro!gaz

having your insides rearranged by gaz

riding gaz for the first time

“don’t pull out!” with pervert!gaz

sucking off gaz for the first time (inexperienced!reader)

letting virgin!gaz play with your cunt while you're high

treating soft!gaz to a handjob after his deployment

virgin!reader fucking themselves back on gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

being eaten out by john price (1)

being eaten out by john price (2)

morning sex with older boyfriend!price

spit play with older boyfriend!price

morning sex with sugar daddy!price

being eaten out by sugar daddy!price

manhandled by price

making out with price

stepdad!price and his slutty, daft stepdaughter

[evermoreal]

thinking abt some kind of outlaw!au where the 141 walk away from a raid with a lot more than they bargained for.

a few weeks back they’d received word of a nobleman and his wife who’d be leaving for their honeymoon, valuables aboard the carriage. after a bit of lurking and bribing, they’d narrowed down just which road was desolate and wild enough to get away with the raid.

concealed by the bordering forests, they’d waited. an embarrassingly opulent carriage came dawdling down the road (polished wood, velvet curtains, ostentatious engravings) & they pounced.

the drivers & guards, they’d expected. the gunshots, the shouting. what took them by surprise, though, was the wife, who did not fight as gaz wrestled her into his arms. who watched a little too closely when ghost dragged his blade across her husband’s chest, demanding the location of their funds.

“where’s’a money?” price questioned, moving towards the woman when her husband’s pride weighed heavier than his cowardice. his broad palm gripped her jaw as gaz held her arms behind her back. “hm, lovey? y’speak english? y’better tell me, or your sweetheart ‘ere ‘ll be gutted before tha night’s over.”

she watched her husband writhe for a long moment, before meeting price’s gaze. her voice was flat, steady. “kill him.”

soap barked a laugh. ghost cocked his head.

price, though, was intrigued.

“kill ‘im?” he echoed. then, he lifted her hand, yanking the diamond ring off her finger and pinching it between his fingers. “wha’ bout this? just a rock, is it? ‘till death do us part’ mean nothin’ to ya?”

“words don’t mean much when you’re forced to say them, sir.”

“forced?” price questions, narrowed eyes flicking across your features. he looks to your husband, then, who’s soiled his pants. “tha fuck is this muppet forcin’?”

price is quiet for a while, watching your husband as he wriggles in ghost’s grip. when he meets your gaze, there’s a small, barely-there curve to his chapped lips. “you really want ‘im dead?” there’s an amusement to his tone, a disbelief.

you steel your gaze. “yes.”

the curve of his lips bends into a grin, and you’ve barely exhaled before he’s lifting his pistol, aiming it at your husband’s head, and shooting.

limp, he falls to the ground.

you don’t flinch. in fact your voice is steady when you state, “the money’s in the chest, beneath the seats.”

once again, price approaches you. grips your jaw, tilts your face this way and that. he taps your cheek twice, and says, “you heard the woman. soap, get the money. gaz, tie ‘er up, she’s with me.”

[beloveds-embrace]

(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

dukedom au masterlist

Part two

[deunmiu-dessie]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

[chamomiletealeaf]

Being so sensitive to squirting that the 141 make fun of your for it and have little competitions to see who can make you squirt the fastest :(

Johnny holds the record of 37 seconds from fingering you so fast you couldn’t tell when his fingers were inside or out of you.

After their little competition your poor pussy was so swollen and sensitive that all it took was a few rough spanks to your pussy from Price to make you squirt again.

“Oh well look at that? Seems we got a new record holder hm?” Price teases you and Johnny.

“That doesn’t count the competition is over!” Johnny exclaims angrily at Price.

Meanwhile Simon and Gaz are fucking rock hard from watching you squirt again so quickly.