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[clarissasbakery]

tpot 14 but in winter fits 👏👏👏

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[babyzomb]

poly 141 but soap and gaz are horny little shits who don’t know the meaning of the words “time and place” or “subtlety”, constantly trying to drag price and ghost into their fuckery.

the sergeants deciding to corner ghost while he’s on the tail-end of his workout, ghost trying his damndest to focus on benching because he smells their bullshit from a mile away.

he holds strong up until he has kyle straddling his lap to keep his hips from lifting, ghosting a hand over his v-line now that his shirt has scrunched up, and johnny is standing over him under the guise of spotting him, but he keeps readjusting himself in the thin shorts that simon knows have nothing underneath.

after that, all it takes is kyle pouting and whining “c’mon, L.T., wouldn’t you rather do cardio, instead?” and johnny mockingly cooing “aw, you ‘ear doll? poor things crying for it, sir. why don’ you take ‘im for a lap, yeah?”

when john doesn’t hear from simon with his check-in, he already knows that the switch has been caught in the web of his younger boys. with a chuff, john stands and finishes his glass of whiskey and grabs his cigar. he walks out the door, increasing the temperature a couple degrees and leaving the light on to his office.

no need to close house when they’ll inevitably pile back in here in an hour or so.

[vrtvyg]

MORE VICTIM! SOAP BABIES!

Birthday edition bc it's my bday >:)

about to be HEAVY smut. beware.

Warnings: Kidnapper! reader and heavy smut. it's not about to be nice.

Imagine you two sitting at the dining room table. a cake covered in candles as you happily sing happy birthday, pinching his thigh when he doesn't sing along, making him wince and grumble out the tunes.

Blowing out the candles before forcing him under the table to blow you.

Groaning from the sweet fluttering in your stomach at the way he gags harshly around your length, feeling your tip press against the back of his throat, his nails almost ripping the fabric of your sweats.

You swipe your finger through the frosting, stuffing it in mouth before he can spit out your hot release. mixing the sweet buttercream with the saltyness of your cum.

"How's it taste, mutt?"

The bed creaks, banging against the drywall, watching as his wrists blossom red and blue as he struggles against the pretty ribbon you had restrained him with. his thighs held tightly in your grip as you thrust mercilessly, snickering as he tries to blink away the tears.

You hold your hand tightly around his throat, choking on his own spit and tears and you fill him. stuffing that pretty buttplug, the one with the bow into his hole to keep it from leaking out.

"Proper present for me, hm?"

He sleeps in your bed that night. wrists bruised, throat sore, and hole aching and full. a heavy arm around his waist and a hot kiss to the back of his neck. whispering soft praises to him as sleep begins to take over.

"best birthday gift ever, love.."

[13uckaroo]

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[cynicalrosebud]

Rumor Has It (7)

CW: Discussions of adult clubs, implied sexual activities

Eastern Europe, Feb 15, 2023

1800

As the team moved through the safehouse, prepping for the next leg of their mission, a low hum of an aircraft engine reverberated through the air. Soap looked up with a smirk as he heard the unmistakable sound of an incoming helicopter.

“Sounds like our ride’s here.”

Ghost nodded, “Nikolai’s bringin’ us in. He’ll be our transport t’get us closer to the target.”

At the mention of Nikolai’s name, Rumor—who had been checking the rounds on his M4A1—suddenly froze. His heart rate spiked, fingers stiffening around the weapon as his mind was thrown back to a different time. A different place.

A different Nikolai.

The dimly lit, exclusive club. The sound of leather snapping and muffled moans. Nikolai, sharp-eyed and demanding, towering over him as Rumor knelt in submission, adrenaline and excitement coursing through him. The stern but gentle control, the way Nikolai’s voice had cut through the low hum of the club, giving commands Rumor had eagerly obeyed…

He hadn’t known who Nikolai was at the time—just a man with an air of authority and presence that had drawn him in.

Rumor blinked, trying to focus, but the sharp panic in his chest was unmistakable.

“Rumor?” Soap’s voice broke through, and Rumor glanced over, blinking rapidly.

“Y-Yeah,” Rumor coughed, shifting awkwardly, “Jus’ thinkin’.”

Ghost, always observant, narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing. Meanwhile, Soap, oblivious, slung his rifle over his shoulder and cracked a grin. “Nikolai’s a solid guy. Yer gonna like him.”

Rumor swallowed hard, nodding despite the rapid hammering of his heart. Oh, he liked him alright—just not in the way Soap probably meant.

The helicopter descended, and as the rotors kicked up dust and debris, Rumor felt his stomach churn with a mix of anticipation and sheer dread. The door slid open, and there he was. Nikolai, aviators on, as stoic and commanding as ever.

“Let’s go,” Nikolai’s gruff voice cut through the roar of the blades as he waved them aboard.

Rumor’s pulse spiked again, and he could feel heat creeping up his neck. Please don’t remember… he thought desperately as he climbed aboard.

As they buckled in, Rumor could feel Nikolai’s gaze slide over him, lingering just a second too long. He dared a glance up, and for just a fleeting moment, their eyes met. A flash of recognition passed through Nikolai’s eyes, followed by the faintest smirk.

Rumor’s throat went dry. Oh fuck. He remembers.

Ghost, seated across from him, seemed to notice Rumor’s sudden discomfort. “You alright, Rumor?”

“Y-Yeah,” Rumor stammered, shifting uncomfortably. He could feel Nikolai’s gaze on him again, and this time he was certain there was a knowing glint in the Russian’s eyes.

Ghost tilted his head slightly, but before he could press further, Nikolai called out over the din of the rotors.

“Everyone strapped in? We’re leaving in two.”

Soap gave a thumbs-up, completely unaware of the tension sitting heavily on Rumor’s shoulders. As the helicopter lifted off, Rumor kept his eyes firmly ahead, focusing on anything but the man at the controls.

Focus. Just focus on the mission, he told himself, trying to push down the memories of that night. But it was going to be a long flight, and with every second that passed, Rumor couldn’t shake the feeling that Nikolai was enjoying this far too much.

As the helicopter rumbled through the skies, the team sat in relative silence, the thrum of the rotors filling the air. Rumor had done his best to calm his nerves, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that Nikolai was piloting the aircraft, cool and collected as ever.

Soap glanced over at Rumor, noticing his unusually stiff posture and restless shifting. He furrowed his brow. “Rumor, mate, ye look like yer sittin’ on a nail. What’s goin’ on wi’ ye?”

Rumor snapped his head to the side, feigning nonchalance. “Nothin’,” he said, too quickly. “Jus’—I dunno, not a fan o’ flyin’, I guess.”

Soap shot him a skeptical look. “Bullshit. Ye were perfectly fine on the last two choppers we took.”

Ghost, leaning against the wall of the chopper with his arms crossed, grunted. “He’s right. You’ve been actin’ weird since Nikolai showed up.”

Rumor stiffened at the mention of the name, unable to stop himself from glancing at the cockpit. Nikolai’s back was to them, but Rumor swore he could feel the Russian’s smirk burning into him.

Gaz, seated across from them, raised a brow. “Something I should know about?” he asked, eyes darting between Rumor and the others.

Rumor cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Nah, nothin’. Jus’ a bit of… unfinished business, that’s all.”

“Unfinished business, eh?” Soap’s tone was teasing, but there was curiosity in his eyes now. “Didn’t know ye an’ ol’ Nik go back. What kind of ‘business’ are we talkin’ aboot?”

Rumor could feel the flush creeping up his neck again, and he cursed internally. “Nothing important, just… uh, a misunderstanding.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Yer lyin’.” His voice was calm but edged with suspicion. “Spit it out, Rumor.”

Rumor’s heart raced as all eyes turned on him. There was no getting out of this, was there? He opened his mouth, but before he could come up with a suitable excuse, Nikolai’s voice crackled through the headset.

“You are not going to tell them, Rumor?” Nikolai’s voice was smooth, casual, but there was an unmistakable amusement in his tone. “I thought you were the honest type.”

Soap’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait a minute. What’s he on about?”

Ghost tilted his head, his gaze now locked on Rumor. “Out with it.”

Rumor exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck in defeat. “Alright, fine. I, uh… I may have had a bit of a… thing with Nikolai a while back.”

Gaz frowned in confusion. “A ‘thing’? Whats that mean?”

Soap’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him, and a slow grin spread across his face. “No way! Ye hooked up with Nikolai?” He leaned in closer, barely containing his laughter. “I knew there was somethin’ goin’ on! How was it?”

Rumor buried his face in his hands, groaning. “For fuck’s sake…”

Ghost’s head snapped between Soap and Rumor, the smallest hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. “With Nikolai? The same Nikolai flyin’ this bird?”

Nikolai’s chuckle crackled through the headset again. “He was quite… enthusiastic, I must say.”

Rumor wanted the earth to swallow him whole. “I swear t’God, if any o’ ye say a word…”

Soap was cackling now, slapping his thigh. “Oh, this is priceless. Rumor, yer full o’ surprises!”

Gaz’s eyes widened in amusement. “Wait, so you two…?” He gestured vaguely, looking more and more entertained by the second.

Rumor buried his face in his hands again. “It was one time. One time. At a club. I didn’t know it was him until later!”

Ghost, despite himself, let out a low, disbelieving laugh. “I’ve heard a lot of things, but this takes the cake.”

Nikolai’s voice came over the comms once more, his amusement evident. “I will admit, Rumor makes for a very obedient partner.”

Soap lost it at that, practically howling with laughter. “Nikolai, mate, ye’ve got t’give us details later.”

Rumor shot Soap a deadly glare. “Ye better not. I’ll kill ye.”

Nikolai’s voice, still teasing, was the last straw. “Maybe next time.”

Rumor slumped in his seat, wishing he could disappear into thin air. “I’m never hearin’ the end o’ this, am I?”

Soap wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head. “Not a bloody chance, mate.”

Ghost, still smirking under his mask, gave Rumor a pat on the shoulder. “Welcome to legend status.”

Soap, still chuckling to himself, leaned back in his seat and shot the Welshman a mischievous grin. “Alright, but I gotta ask… who pitched?”

Rumor’s eyes snapped to Soap, his face immediately going red. “What?”

Ghost, who had been silently observing with faint amusement, suddenly went still, his head slowly turning toward Soap. Gaz raised a brow, clearly waiting for the answer with newfound curiosity.

Soap, fully committed now, leaned forward, clearly enjoying himself. “C’mon, Rumor. We’re all friends here. Was it you or Nik?”

Rumor glared at him, fully exasperated now. “Yer unbelievable, y’know that?”

Nikolai’s voice crackled through the headset again, smug as ever. “I think we all know the answer to that, don’t we, little mouse?”

Soap’s jaw dropped, and he doubled over in laughter, wheezing. “Oh, bloody hell, Nik was the top! I knew it!”

Rumor groaned, burying his face in his hands again. “Fuckin’ Christ…”

Ghost leaned toward Soap, muttering under his breath. “Yer gonna get yourself shot one of these days.”

Soap barely heard him through his laughter. “Worth it, Lt. So worth it.”

[prettyprincess-888]

A fantasy involving you:

You are permitted to live in a mansion with a full and expansive library of any books you enjoy. You will have ample time to read as well as solve puzzles. You are allowed to have as many cats as you’d like. And all of it is rent-free. The catch?

You may not wear a single stitch of clothing, other than a collar with a bell on it. You must always be exposed to the Lord of the Manor and to his Lady. You will be trained to assume certain humiliating positions upon command and subject to frequent inspections. “Pet” is what you will be called.

Pets off the furniture! Pets should crawl on the floor. Pets eat and drink out of bowls. Pets do not speak, they may only purr and meow.

Of course you will still have the printed word as a reminder that you are, in fact, a human and an intelligent one at that. But nobody else will see you that way. The owners… the staff… all those guests at dinner parties, as well as caterers? To them you’re little more than a large, hairless cat.

Good kitty.

well damn

that's my new favourite fantasy.

[beastologist]

First and foremost: If you ship Buddie, and you do not like BuckTommy or Tommy (the fictional character), that's OK. It's OK, as long as you do NOT invalidate the actor behind Tommy or the people who ship BuckTommy. Ship either of them, ship both of them, or ship none of them.

It's NOT OK to accuse BuckTommy shippers of being fetishists. I have seen reasoning like "We ship Buddie since day one, and you guys just saw two men kissing and jumped ships", and you know what? If that's how you see it, you look like a hypocrite to me. Basically, you watched S2E1, heard "You can have my back anytime," and then those who've been with Buddie since 'day one' shipped them. Or probably started watching 9-1-1 only because of Buddie. They started shipping them, even though Buck was still emotionally attached to Abby and believed himself to be in a relationship. They started shipping them, even though they knew Eddie for only one episode at the time. They saw two hot guys bonding and sailed the ship. Which is OK. You are more than welcome to have your preferences and to prefer Buddie and to dislike BuckTommy. But don't be immature and accuse people of immediately feeling attached to BuckTommy, their journey and the important representation of Bisexuality.

On a more personal note: I never 'jumped' ships because I never shipped Buddie romantically; I adore their friendship, and I am very much on board for Buck's current journey with Tommy.

[secretfreakyblog]

oh my god please rape me, as you hold a knife towards me so I don't have. choice but to corporate, I need that so bad

[rosefortune77]

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[nixgle]

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[incorrectpizza]

Behold, the most wholesome comment in the Jedi: Survivor community chat.

[kriswoowoo]

(MDNI 🔞)

Warning: BDSM and Stockholm syndrome.

ANGST PT. 2 (will have a happy ending part 2 as well)

By the time he was done with your cunt, he moved to your mouth. Using BDSM handcuffs to tie your arms behind you, holding you around the table leg. His cock going into your mouth like a toothbrush, stretching one side of your cheek, than down your throat, than back to your cheek in a pattern. No matter how many times you gagged, or whined or squirmed, he didn’t stop, praising you for how good you took him. “Good job my precious.. takin’ me like a champ.” He praises, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he finally released all his sticky, white liquid, making you choke. He slowly bends down once he recovers, taking off the handcuffs.

*And you bolted.*

Running down the hallway, zero clue where your going, he grabs you. Dragging you to the bedroom, no matter how hard you tried, from crawling off the bed, or trying to kick your feet at him, nothing worked as he held you down, shoving his cock deep inside you too a hilt.

And that was the day, you never saw anybody again. Locked up in his house, only used for his personal pleasure. It happened so much, you grew attached to him. Waiting for him to return home, hoping for him to use you as he wants. Because that’s the fate of the game, baby.

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 30

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Cuckolding, Threesome, BDSM Elements, Begging, Punishment

Prompt: Cuckolding + Begging

Pairing: Male!Reader x Price x Soap

The rest of Kinktober

The air in the room was thick with tension, weighted by the quiet sounds of your breathing and the muffled frustration of Soap as he struggled in the chair, arms secured by thick ropes. His usual cheeky grin was gone, replaced by a simmering frustration, brows furrowed as he took in the situation with dawning realization. Beside you, Price wore a smirk as he adjusted his gloves, his expression one of amusement.

“Thought you could annoy us all day in training, did you, Johnny?” Price’s voice cut through the room, calm and laced with authority. His gaze held both you and Soap in its grasp, though his hand rested warmly on your shoulder, grounding you. “Well, lad, looks like you’ve finally earned yourself a timeout.”

Soap glared at you both, still processing the sight of you leaning comfortably into Price’s touch. “You two can’t be serious!” he spat, frustration and disbelief mingling in his tone.

“Oh, we’re serious, alright,” you replied, finding confidence in Price’s steady presence at your side. The way Soap’s eyes darted between you and Price sent a thrill through you, and you leaned closer to Price, sinking further into his embrace as his hand found the back of your neck, massaging in gentle circles that settled you further into subspace.

With a flick of his eyes back to Soap, Price’s expression sharpened, taking on a predatory glint. “Now, let’s see if that mouth of yours can learn some patience.”

You watched Soap squirm as Price guided you to his side, hands gentle as he continued his tender exploration. “Does it bother you, Johnny?” Price asked, tone dripping with amusement as he continued to hold you close, his thumb brushing along the back of your neck. “Seeing him like this—content, obedient, getting exactly what he’s earned?”

Soap’s breath hitched, and he bit back a curse, visibly frustrated at being kept from both you and the easy dominance Price held over the room. “Come on, let me out,” he pleaded, his voice rough around the edges. “You know I’d be good for you both!”

You chuckled, feeling that soft, hazy warmth spread through you as Price whispered, “Don’t let him distract you, love.” His voice was a quiet reassurance as he kissed the top of your head, his fingers tracing light patterns down your back, soothing you deeper into the moment.

Soap’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene, desperation slowly creeping into his voice. “Please, sir. Let me join.”

Price only smirked, his gaze never leaving Soap. “Look at him, pup,” he instructed, his hand guiding your chin toward Soap. “He’s begging to join us, thinking he’s owed something here.” He ran a soothing hand down your back, his touch possessive yet reassuring, sending you further into subspace, where all that mattered was the warmth of his voice and the gentle control he held over you.

“Johnny,” you whispered, almost dreamlike, watching his expression shift to one of barely-contained frustration. “You’ve got to earn this. Just like I did.”

Soap strained against the ropes, eyes pleading, his voice softer, almost contrite. “Please… I’ll be good, I swear.”

Price’s hand slid to your shoulder, steady and grounding, keeping you close as he turned his full attention to Soap, his expression dark with satisfaction. “Good boys get rewarded, Johnny. You, however…” He let the words hang, his gaze steady, watching Soap squirm, the ropes holding him in place, his body tense with unfulfilled need.

“Tell you what,” Price continued, the words almost a purr. “Show me just how well you can beg, and I might consider giving you a chance.”

Soap’s voice trembled, pride battling with his need as he finally conceded. “Please, sir. I’ll do whatever you want. Just… let me join.”

A small smile played at Price’s lips as he cast a glance down at you, his hand warm against your shoulder, drawing you deeper into the comfort of his touch. “Good lad,” he murmured to you softly, fingers grazing your cheek with a tenderness that made your pulse race.

Then, he turned back to Soap, his tone hardening. “You’ll watch until I say otherwise, Johnny. And when I do let you in, it’ll be on our terms.”

As Soap’s frustration filled the room, you nestled further into Price’s embrace, letting the warmth of his control and care consume you completely. Soap’s pleas continued to linger in the air, his desperation only adding to the intimacy of the moment.

[sentbyjax]

300 followers... thank you so much sir!! Bunny is currently working on prices for pictures... enjoy the writing on my thigh!!

Ps. The marker is semi permanent

[secretfreakyblog]

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Won't you please help a poor sinner like me?

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