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UNDERCOVER VII (Soap x GN!Reader)
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summary: taking a break from telling your experiences, Soap and you spend the day together. He takes you from your room as to allow you to see more. Unfortunately for the both of you, Soap didn't bother to inform anyone of this decision. 3.8k words.
a/n: HELLO!!! YES!!! you are not imagining things! chapter seven is FINALLY out. i went on two separate impromptu hiatuses and i am going on another one at the end of this month until around november, so i wanted to get this out for yâall. i appreciate all of yâallâs patience. i love you guys. during this flashback/ptsd attack, bolted italics are present when characters are speaking russian. [THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW REBOOT MW CANON.]
[WARNINGS; light fluff(!!!), ptsd, death/suicide ideation, angst, hospital setting, death and gore, reader is not a good person morally, military inaccuracies, overall TRIGGER WARNING.]
âWho has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?â â Clarice Lispector.
Lucky for me, my internal request about being left alone was granted. I skipped a meal, despite the worried glare of the main nurse taking care of me. Iâm sure they wanted to put the feeding tube back into my throatâthey surely looked like it. Or was that the look of genuine worry? Did I forget what it looked like? When I woke up this morning, they certainly made sure I got some food in me. I appreciate the nurses and the doctors and their efforts in taking care of me. I recognize I cannot be an easy patient by any means; whether that means the paperwork, the security⊠My behavior? I applaud them.
I wish I could get them a gift or something. Maybe once Iâm out of their care. Is that weird?
Iâve always woken up pretty earlyâcourtesy of Makarovâs strange routinesâso when I woke up and didnât see Soap by my side, I wasnât too surprised. He probably has drills and routines of his own. Woke up, ate breakfast which looked absolutely immaculate, however Iâm in a very weird.. flux right now. Iâm not sure how to exactly describe it, but the food looked great but felt like flavorless blobs. Perhaps my tastebuds are deceiving me, or what they gave me was just pure shit. Hm.
Before he left last night, Soap assured me today was a rest day. I couldnât help myself, but I winced at his statement. It probably wasnât for my benefit, but for theirs. Any information I have can be a lot of paperwork, a lot of.. Meetings, I guess. I donât know. Iâm bitter, but Iâm grateful for the break.Â
By the time 0900 rolled around, Soap strolled into my room. Fucker had the brightest smile on his face, his lip curling just enough to expose his gum around his right upper canine. âBack on babysitting duty?â I ask, my tone flatter than usual. Soap chuckles, his boots clicking against the waxed tile as he approaches my bedside. My eyes scan his attire; dark grey t-shirt, tucked into a dark grey pair of cargo pants and regular boots. Belt, holster with the gun. Huh, surprising. My eyes glance back up at his face as Soap spoke.
âDonâ be like that, aye? Ye donât hafta think of it like that.â Soap insists, his hand grabbing my shoulder, gently might I add. I huffâhis touch burns until he removes his hand. âLook, Iâm sure ye donât want tâbe held in here all day. I have an idea.â He proposes with a twinkle in his eyes. I raise an eyebrow, unable to disguise how intrigued I actually am. âOh?â I ask, my voice low like earlier. Thereâs a funny feeling in my stomach. Soap throws his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the stationary wheelchair thatâs remained in the corner since last night. âWhy donât we take a walk?âÂ
My lip curls for a moment, my eyes darting between him and the wheelchair. âYou mean âwheel aroundâ?â I raise an eyebrow, poking fun at him. Soap lets out a tsk and shakes his head. âHaud yer wheesht.â Soap utters before turning around, crouching down to unlock the wheels of the wheelchair. âJokes on you, I dunno what that means.â I reply snarkily, unable to keep the smile out of my voice. âIt means âshut upâ.â He replies as if heâs gracing me with great information.
I roll my eyes, cautiously pushing the blankets down off of my legs. I wince for a moment and Soapâs legs as well as the wheelchair come into view as I get myself settled. âIâll wheel ya, you just need tâhold the.. The fuckinâ IV thing.â Soap mutters, gesturing to the IV pole. âSoap.â I say, my tone flat.
He looks back at me with his big blue eyesâall innocent like. Fucker. âItâs a pole to hold IV bags on. So, what is it called?â I ask him like heâs a child, my tone high pitched and overly nice. Soapâs face tints pink and taps the wheelchair with his foot, pulling at the collar of his shirt. âYou have an attitude, might I say.â Soap lets out a nervous laugh; heâs embarrassed and nothing is making me happier than this moment right now. I grunt as I allow Soap to help me into the wheelchair. My legs happen to be fine, but my stomach and ribs are still quite tender and sore.
âItâs called an IV pole, Soap.â
âJesus Christ, I know.â
I hate to admit it, but Soap is a pretty good babysitter. I donât think many people would willingly take me out of my room and help me get some fresh air, at least not like this. Weâve gone a couple of laps around the ward Iâm allowed to roam and in a way, Iâm appreciative of him allowing me to grasp more of the area Iâm in. I wonder if heâs ever been in my position, or has known someone to be in a similar position? Bedbound, anxious? âŠParanoid?
I wonder.
Iâm snapped out of my thoughts as I hear a light beep from my right. I turn my head to where my IV pole, the little electronic box attached to it is lit up. âHm?â Soap hums, his eyes trailing to where Iâm looking. He grabs the pole and spins it towards himself, eyes scanning over the screen. Soapâs lips part for a second in understanding, but my eyes stay on the scar hidden underneath his mess of stubble. âJusâ administerinâ more painkillers. Itâs on a timer.â
I force myself to look away with a nod. I nearly slip back into my thoughts when I feel Soap begin to pull the wheelchair backwards. My eyes widen and I quickly grab the IV pole to drag along. I twist my head to face him the best I can despite the screw in my jaw. âWhere are we going? My roomâs just down the hall.â I question, turning my head, watching the door get smaller in size. Soap hums, turning the wheelchair around to push to where he was pulling it. He doesnât answer me.
My fingers twitch around the IV pole and I quickly stop myself. Stop. Soap wouldâve hurt me already if he wanted to. He has a pistol in the holster against his hip right on his belt. If he were to wish to hurt me, he wouldâve already spilled my brains. Shut the fuck up.
Like you spilled hers?
What?
I blink, a beat passes, and weâre in a different hallway. One I havenât seen before. âSoap..?â I ask louder, my heart fluttering in my chest. Iâm getting nervous. Soap bends down to my ear; I can feel the wheelchair adjust under the added weight on the handles. âSâalright, just goinâ to take a longer walk. New areas, fresher air.â Soap murmurs, his breath brushing against my ear. I let out a harsh breath as he stood up straight, and.. And that fucker is humming. âIs this even allowed?â I ask, my voice quiet as my eyes dart around.
Soap lets out a laugh, slowing down a bit with his walking. âDoes it matter? Iâve done much worse, this is nothinâ.âÂ
âI donât want to get in trouble,â I protest, but my protests are clearly weak because the bastard continues to push me down the hall. Soap lets out an amused chuckle, one of his hands coming down on my shoulder, squeezing it through my hospital gown. I flinch a bit as I didnât expect him to touch me. âYeâll be fine. Iâll take the fall if it comes down to it.â His touch was gentle.
I go to argue with him again because itâs likely that it wouldn't work and wouldnât matter, but I decide against it. Only then does his hand return to the other handle of the wheelchair.Â
Thatâs one thing Iâve noticed about men like Soap. Theyâre much more touchy than you would think they would be. Most folks think that military men would have an aversion to touch, they think that these men are the epitome of their versions of masculinity. Men like Soap, though? They have no problems giving each other a hug, have no quarrels giving each other a forehead bump with each other. Hell, when youâre stuck in the middle of a blizzard, you donât get choices; you huddle and cuddle, or you fucking die.
Soapâs touch, though.. His hand was heavy, big. Radiating heat like a portable heater through my hospital gown. It makes me wonder if his teammates are the same? Theyâre all in one task force, they must have seen some shit together, been through shit together. Hm.Â
Soap couldâve survived the harsh winters I had been through due to him.Â
Maybe. Maybe not.
I shouldnât keep thinking of him right now, not when I donât have to, but he wonât fucking leave my brain. I can almost hear his voice sometimes and itâs absolutely nauseating. I canât say that I was the closest to him, but I was pretty damn up there in his ranks. I was always a go-to for a multitude of things. Things I no longer wish to fucking remember. Maybe he shouldâve ended me right now. Maybe I shouldâve finished the job when I got the chance.
His men were kind of touchy which was never surprising to me. Being under harsh conditions together, relying on each other to keep the other safe? It creates a bond like no other. They tended to be touchy with me in due time, too. Iâm not sure how I was able to handle it for so long. Every brush of their hands on my shoulders, every shoulder and elbow bump, it felt like hot irons painfully maiming my skin, branding me for everything Iâve done.
He was touchy at times, too. It made me wanna vomit.Â
..Well, now it does. At the moment, though, not really. Which just.. Makes everything worse. One part of me wishes I refused the assignment. I truly fucking feel like I shouldâve. Now heâs everywhere in my life, invading the parts he was never supposed to be in. Itâs not like I exactly expected this assignment to go incredibly smoothly, no. Thatâs quite frankly really fucking stupid to do, but I at least expected this to be smoother than it has been. Perhaps thatâs been my flaw this entire time, Iâm not sure.Â
With him, you can never know. Thatâs one thing that I had to learn pretty damn quick. If you thought you knew what his plans were, you better backtrack five steps and rethink it all because you are definitely not on the right track. I guess thatâs one thing I can give him; heâs always been intelligent, so much so to an annoying degree. With every report I gave, it felt like everything I was finding out was contradictory to my previous report. Even now, is the information Iâm giving the 141 accurate?Â
Iâm not even sure anymore, not after the fact that he left me alive in that warehouse. I seriously doubt he left me alive for a reason. Heâs the one whoâs always put two in the head to make sure the person was dead. Thatâs perhaps the singular good thing he ever taught me.
I feel those leathers hands on my shoulders in my dreams.
Thereâs a touch on my shoulder and I jolt out of my thoughts, jerking my shoulder away, causing a lightning bolt of pain to pulse through my arm. I hiss, my hand grabbing my shoulder. âShit,â Soapâs voice filters through my ears, and it does little to calm my pounding heart. When did it start pumping this hard..? âAre ye alrighâ? Didnae mean to startle you.âÂ
Fucking hell.
My hand is on my chest, feeling the desperate pound underneath. I realize I havenât answered him and I give him a little nod. âJust startled me, is all.â I croak out. It takes me a second to look around, to get my bearings. âWas worried for a sec, was talkinâ anâ ya didnât respond. Couldnât tell if you were spaced out or ignorinâ me.â Soap jests. Weâre still in a hallway, but possibly a different wing?--- The hallway of my ward had a long red strip in the middle of the wall, following the hallway. The stripe on this wall is yellow. I need to focus and pay attention, Jesus Christ.Â
âWas thinking,â I utter. âSorry.â
âAbout?â Soap begins to push the wheelchair again; my fingers twitch around the IV pole. How am I supposed to explain that? Do I lie? Do I tell the truth?Â
How am I supposed to tell him I was thinking about him?
âJust..â I begin, my lip twitching as I rack my brain for an excuse. âI had aââ
âOI!â
I flinch at the booming voice from down the hall, jolting so hard in my wheelchair it scoots forward a bit. My free hand instinctively forms into a fist as suddenly, it was an empty hall and now Iâm back in a fucking warehouse with a pistol in my hands. The, the fucking smell of the warehouse burns my nose, the concrete floor caked in blood and somebodyâs organsâlooks like a kidney, honestly. I donât fucking know, what the fuck is happening? My hand is shaking; my finger is still on the trigger. My hand is vibrating. I pulled it, didnât I? I glance forwards where the puddle is and thereâs two bodies. I donât.. I donât remember their names, but fucking hell.Â
âDonât fret over them. They lived and died like the dogs they were.â
âThey were fucking human beings! They had lives, fucking friends and family, aspirations! Donât tell me who and what to not fret over, you fucking freak!â I try to scream at himâheâs behind me. My mouth opens and itâs moving, but nothing is leaving. I cough and choke, dropping the pistol, which rattles against the ground with a clank. My throat is tight and I reach for it, my eyebrows furrowed. I pull my fingers back and theyâre slick and hot with my blood.
Fuck. FUCK.Â
I blink; he stands in front of me, holding the pistol. His fucking.. Leather gloves, holding the grip, his finger hovering over the trigger. Am I dreaming?Â
Please fucking tell me Iâm dreaming.
The gun is aimed at my head and my hands naturally raise upwardsâfuck, I canât stop shaking! Cold sweat drips down my templeâhe aims at my stomach and the pistol fires, so loud that my ears ring. I flinch, and I feel horrible bile bubble up in my throat as fierce, hot pain lights up my stomach. I try to talk but that vomit decides to bubble and hurl out of my mouth. I bend over, my eyes filling with hot tears.
It hurtsâit hurts so fucking bad and none of this makes sense.Â
It fucking burns.
I blinkâand I gasp, and suddenly Iâm back in the hospital. My vision is blurring, Iâm laying down on somethingâit hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurtsâ
âI know it does, I know.â A deep voice says. Soap?Â
..Mâ
No, itâs Soap. Soap.
It isnât him.
Thereâs hands on my wrists, holding them down at my sides as someone wraps something around my head, something bumping against my nostrils. I feel vomit bubble out of my mouth andâthen itâs dark.
Iâm not sure how long Iâve been out, but my head fucking hurts. And so does my stomach.. And my back⊠and my jaw. Along with everything else.
I feel myself laying on a plush surface; thereâs some soft beeping present, too. My throat aches and I find it hard to open my eyes. It takes a few minutes, definitely. Once Iâm able to open my eyes, I squint to adjust my eyes to the room. The familiar room comes into focus with the red stripe in the room; itâs dark, itâs night-time. My hand comes up to my face, feeling an oxygen tube on my nose. I groan softly and I try to move my other hand, but something is restricting it..?
Donât tell me.
I lift my head and I look down. My heart drops, seeing one of my wrists shackled back to the railing of the hospital bed via handcuffs. I swallow some spit that accumulated in my mouth before letting my head drop back down onto the pillow. It did nothing to soothe the ache in my throat. âFuck.â I croak out. Of courseâI lose privileges. For something that wasnât my fault.
Iâm alone.
Moments like these make me wish I could retreat into my mind and hide like I did when I was in that warehouse, or when I had committed violent crimes for him. I could blink one moment and I would be in a different room. Thereâs probably a lot that I donât rememberâIâm not sure how my recounts will be useful. Maybe itâs because when it comes to Makarov, itâs not like heâll be subjected to an international court.
If they get their hands on the monster, theyâll kill him. Torture him, maybe. I donât know. Nobody follows rules all of the time, thatâs for sure.
I hear the hospital door swing open and my eyes immediately flicker over to itâI see Soap walk in with two plates of food. His eyes glance over to me and he lights up for a moment before he looks a bit somber. âHey, youâre awake.â Soap utters; his voice is a special type of soft. Guilt, probably. âYeah.â I respond quietly, my handcuffed hand twitching a bit. He walks over and grabs the rolling over-bed tray, carefully rolling it over my lower body. My eyes track his movements as he does. Soap sets the plate down before clicking a button on my bed, slowly sitting up the head of it.
I glance down at the food. Iâm definitely hungry, but Iâm not sure how much Iâll be able to hold down. I wince, the pain jaw aching from the angle change. âSorry.â Soap murmurs, his own plate of food in one hand, the other reaching back to drag a chair closer to my bed. I just hum, closing my eyes for a moment in an attempt to calm the throbbing in my jaw. My eyes open after a moment and I look at the food once more. Definitely more appetizing now, and I notice Soap only got light foods, stuff you can hold down with an upset stomach.
âIâm sorry,â Soap utters, leaning closer, picking at his food. I look at him, seeing how his brow is furrowed and heâs kind of pouting. My lip twitches from the display. He looks up from his plate to me, lifting his plastic fork to dig it into the fat of his lower frowning lip. âYou were right, yâknow? Handcuffed âcause of me.â He mumbles, letting out a sigh. He seems genuinely apologetic, and a bit guilty for what happened earlier.Â
âPartially my fault,â I respond, trying to minimize the movement of my jaw. âHad a little freak out. I donât do so well with yelling, it seems.â
âSo you say.â Soap immediately quips before he sinks down a little. âToo much?â
âJust a bit.â
He nods in response, eating a little piece of overly cooked steak. âGot it.â Soap chews it and swallows it, eyeing me. âNot eatinâ, hm? Pain?â
I let out a tense sigh and I mutter a quick, âyeahâ. Without missing a beat, Soap leans over and clicks the nurse button in order for a nurse to come to my room. âBit weird, I thought it was on a dispensary timer.â He responds, but gives a shrug. His eyes scan my face, which causes me to look away for a moment because his eye contact is, I donât know. Itâs bothering me right now. âDo ye want tâtalk about what happened?â Soap questions. I can hear food in his mouth.
Do I want to talk about what happened? Would it be for the record?
âI donât know.â I respond honestly. âI barely remember it.â That isnât exactly a lie. âIt makes me feel like Iâm losing it if I do.â
I glance at Soap and he takes a moment to process my words, chewing whatever's stuffed into his mouth from his plate. âEverybody has their demons, [name],â Soap murmurs, his voice deep and gritty. His words hold a heavy weight to them, and I feel a metaphorical weight on my chest for a second. âThereâs no shame.â
I let out a huff. âIâm not the first, and I wonât be the last, huh?â I mumble. âAye.â Soap responds. He goes to speak once more, but a nurse, the one from the beginning, walks in with a concerned face. âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, his voice tight. I swallow hard. âMy, uh, jaw.. Everything else, it all hurts.â I try to explain, trying to keep my voice steady but thereâs an uncomfortable croak to it.
I watch the nurse walk over to the IV pole and fiddle with the lines. I then close my eyes and lay my head back against the pillow properly, the nausea kind of getting to me. I have this uncomfortable, empty feeling in my belly and itâs almost anxiety inducing. Maybe itâs from anxiety in general. I don't know.Â
How do you recover from something like this? Do I deserve to recover from something like this? After everything that Iâve done in the name for the âgreater goodâ, something both my handler and Makarov told me.. Two sides to the same coin. Was all of the bloodshed and death worth it?Â
Was any of it worth it?
Maybe this is something Iâll be thinking about until I die. Hell, I really did think I would die before coming back here. I thought maybe one day I would slip up on a random loyalty test Makarov would administer and he would be done with me right then and there. I wonder if dying then wouldâve been better? Oh, I slipped up and failed my mission, I wouldnât have to be here to suffer the consequences.
Maybe thatâs why I am still here. To suffer any consequence of what Iâve contributed to, and done. I wonder if they will still see use, or value in me once they get the information they need from me. Will they discard me like a toy so easily just as Makarov had? Breaking someone is easy, but it depends on how good someone is able to put the pieces back together. Iâm certainly broken, even though I donât want to think about it.
But will they be able to put the pieces back together?
..Will I?
The pain in my jaw eases as well as my ribs and stomach. I think I can eat now.
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Lately Iâve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). Sheâs comfortable enough with Simon that sheâll talk to him when theyâre alone, but she wonât say a word to Soap (she doesnât talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).
The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and sheâll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. Itâs like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And itâs so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.
âAinât you looking a right picture, bonnieâ that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.â
You tug on Simonâs sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. Heâs down so bad, he doesnât even care that heâll hear it from Simonâs lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.
âShe says thanks.â
âGod damn, L.T.â you know she fuckinâ âad to âave said more than that!â He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when youâre ready.
This goes on and on for months on endâ and you know what? Itâs hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.
âGânight, L.T. Night, hen.â Soapâs almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.
âGoodnight, Johnny.â
Now thatâs gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.
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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...
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You're sprawled on the couch when he comes in the room, eyes zeroing in on you instantly. He doesn't give you the chance to greet him, stalking up to you as if you're his prey. Which, in this moment, you probably are.
It's not hard to tell he's still in that soldier headspace he gets stuck in sometimes. He looks tired. Stressed.
You're about to get up and ask him what he wants, what he needs, once he's looming over you, but the words die out when his hands shoot out and start squeezing your breasts.
You don't stop him, but you do laugh a little, incredulous. "What are you doing?"
"Fluffin' your tits." He's gruff, both in tone and groping. "What's it look like?"
"That's not how- nevermind." You chuckle and fondly roll your eyes. "Why?"
"Cuz they're mine," he says as if that's reason enough, and you suppose it is.
He let's go to get on the couch with you, batting your legs open to settle between them. The man practically flops on top of you with enough force to push an oof out of your lungs, but you can tell he's careful not to crush you entirely. His arms shove underneath your body, squeezing tight as he nuzzles his face against your newly fluffed breasts. You bring a hand up to scratch the back of his scalp the way you know he likes, and he sighs, melting into your body.
"Just like a big baby." Your chest bounces with silent laughter, and he gives a little sleepy warning nip to your clothed breast.
"Stop gigglin'. Tryna nap."
You almost laugh harder. He's not dispproving your point, but if this is what he needs, who are you to deny him?
"Alright, alright, I'll let my soldier rest." You calm yourself, softening your voice. "And I'll be here when you wake, too."
You know you're forgiven when he grunts and presses a kiss to where he bit.
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when they come home drunkâŠ
⊠price
- thinks itâs important that he loudly tells you heâs 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 canât help but smile when he doesnât let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if youâre 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 canât have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide itâs 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 heâs drunk, says heâs sorry, he didnât mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldnât say no. while heâs 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. canât get enough of you, wonât leave you alone. you canât make out half his words when heâs 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 couldâa 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 youâre all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.
#iâm a simon âlost puppyâ riley truther#john price#captain john price#john price x reader#john price x you#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish x you#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#task force 141#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#sigh straight from the heart
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fanfiction isnât enough, I need to chew on him
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod modern warfare#arthur morgan#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller x reader#joel miller#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#captain price#zaddy pedro#javier pena x reader#pedro pascal#frankie morales#narcos#soap cod#rdr2 arthur#red dead redemption 2#good omens#henry cavill#draco malfoy#love and deepspace
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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.
#simon riley x reader#soap x reader#price x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john price x reader#soap#ghost#simon ghost riley#gaz#kyle garrick#price#john price#cod headcanons#cod blurbs
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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.
#call of duty x reader#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern whorefare#task force 141#poly!141#poly 141#john price#captain john price x you#captain john price x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#john mactavish#john soap mactavish x you#john soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#captain johnathan price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x you#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x fem!reader#kyle garrick#shifter!au#shifter au
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Most desperate things the 141 boys have done for sex because I can't stop thinking about it <3
John's begged for it. I mean on his hands and knees begging for a taste. I know this man is an avid pussy pronoun user too. He has been on his knees in front of you as you sit pretty on his couch, trailing kisses up your soft belly to your tits and then back down to your thighs.
"C'mon sweet girl lemme' 'ave a taste of 'er yeah? Know she fuckin' needs me hm? Just look at tha'" as he runs a thumb of the wetness that's seeped through you thin panties, just waiting for you to say the words and let him tear them off.
He knows if anybody else in the 141 or if any of his fellow soldiers could see him now, the Captain Price practically drooling over you and sweet talking your cunt like it could hear him they would have a fit. But he couldn't care less because you looked so fucking good right now so "just let 'er 'ave what she wants alright sweet thing?"
I just know Kyle has spent 70% of his last month's pay check on hotel room because the 5 star pent house suite was the only hotel room in your area left available during the holidays. He played it cool with an arm around your waist assuring you it was fine, acting like this was the room he wanted to get, not the one he was forced to have. But if he was being forced to do anything thank god it was spoiling you.
"Don't worry 'bout it love. Just make 'urself comfortable" He'll say in a sultry sweet tone, planting kisses up the side of your neck before excusing himself to the lavish bathroom to check his bank account. He had to make sure he still had enough to buy you a nice breakfast in the morning.
And you're already layed out so pretty for him on the bed so he's not complaining about anything. Especially not the mirror situated on the ceiling right above the bed. Oh and don't you dare suggest splitting the cost, "just split your legs for me hun, 's all ya need to do"
Johnny is eager, like so so eager. When a passionate make out session on your couch got even more heated than either of you had previously expected and he now had his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt, letting his cold finger tips splay themselves just below. When he got to the hem of your panties and began to hook a finger into the lace you had to stop him,
"Johnny"
"Yea?" He was breathless, chasing your lips when you pulled away to talk. You almost felt bad for separating but if he was going to touch you, there was one request you needed to make. You had felt his nails drag across your thighs moments earlier, it felt wonderful but they were...a little long.
"Do ya nae want this hen?" He'd ask, looking at you like you were a piece of art. Pleading with his eyes, shining like they'd spill tears if you said yes.
"No, no I want this, I want you so so much. It's just..." you trailed off
"Tell me what's wrong bonnie and I'll fix it, yeah?" his hands kept you grounded to his lap either a soft grip on you ass.
"It's just- you're nails, they're a little long" your request was nothing more than whisper.
'Oh' Johnny knew he probably should have just asked for clippers, but you felt so damn good on his lap. He could feel your warm cunt through the zipper of his jeans and with your tits brushing against his chest he couldn't bring himself to move.
You watched in shock as he just began to just tear his nails off with his teeth. Without a second thought his pointer and middle finger nails were bit off to the skin. He paused and looked at his right hand before ripping off the index finger as well.
"Johnny what's gotten into you-?"
But he's already got his hands back down your skirt. Soft finger tips slipping between your folds. "Feel better now eh?" And when you just nuzzled your nose into his neck and let out a little whimper he chuckled "I'll take tha' as a yes"
Simon swallows his pride for the first time in his life for a chance at hitting it raw. You tell him it's okay to not use protection, that you're on birth control. But you needed to make sure that he didn't have any stds seeing as they're even more of a pain when you're on birth control. Not that you don't trust him you just want to make sure and it's not a problem for him seeing as he has to get tested every other week being in the military.
He doesn't, however, have his records on him at the moment and with a girl already lying in his bed telling him he can cum inside. Plus a raging hard on, he doesn't exactly feel like running back to base to get the paper work. So...next best thing.
"Price-"
"Rare for ya to call on leave Simon, whatchya need?" Price responds, his voice cracking through the face time call, a cigar dangling from his lips.
"Sir I need..." he looks back at you, your eyes expectant and shining. You wanted him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. "Can you send me a picture of my last med check results?" He rushes out the last part, elbow on his knee and hand dragging over his face.
Price quirks one eyebrow but doesn't look like he's going to ask any questions. Unlucky for Simon though, Johnny was also in the room. His voice distantly coming through the phone,
"The feck ya need those for l.t.?" He questioned
Simon just groaned, soap's addition to this call just made it even more frustrating. But he snapped out of his frustration at the sound of price opening his file cabinet. "What part?" Price asked, dismissing Johnny with a wave of his hand.
"The-" Simon began, this was fucking embarrassing but when he looked back to you, now perched on your hands and knees, the plush of you hips resting on your ankles, he'd do anything at this point. "STD results." He responded plainly.
"Aye! No fuckin' way mate!" The sound of a chair scraping the floor could be heard as Johnny began to clammer over to his captain who pulled the sheet from his files.
"Ya didn't tell me he was in the room" Simon growled
"Ya didn't ask" Price droned
Johnny's head popped into frame "show me what she looks like ey l.t?"
"Not happening" Simon deadpanned
"Aw c'monnnn" The sergeant whined "just proud of you for finally getting some action!"
"Enough." Simon could see you biting your lip to stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eyes, a curious look in your eyes at his reddened face.
"Sent a picture to ya Simon" Price huffed, letting Johnny give him one last "good luck!" Before hanging up the phone.
You were a mess of giggles as he just shook his head and shoved the phone results in your face for you to look at. "See. Clean."
"Okay okay" you giggled, finally letting his form eclipse you back onto the pillows
"Went through a hell of a lot of trouble for ya, sweet girl" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.
"I'll make it worth it" you said, kissing the corner of his lip and tangling your fingers in the back of his hair
"Christ woman" he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at your promise, "gunna' be the death a' me"
#two of these situations actually happened to me#can you guess which ones lmao#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#johnny x reader#johhny soap mactavish#soap x you#soap smut#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz x reader#gaz x you#gaz x y/n#gaz smut#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#simon riley x you#simon riley#simon riley smut#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost x oc#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost smut#john price#price x reader#price smut#price x you
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Simon's the guy who is nonchalant and a no-nonsense attitude, he's the man who doesn't care and absolute zero fucks and that's until missus comes along.
Now Simon's running around the house, bickering how you shouldn't skip breakfast and he's absolutely frowning when you side your greenies before he's holding your jaw and spooning them in, âNow be a good girl for me, won't ya' cupcake.â is all he says, tapping twice under your chin.
He's fussing over you, tucking you in scarves and caps and buttoning your coat because it's cold outside, âCan't see my pretty girl sick.â is all he says, bumping your nose.
John practically snorted when Simon pulled out your sneakers from your purse that he has been carrying, because he knew you're gonna whine about your pointy heels later, âDance all you like babygirlâ is all he says, bending down and removing those evil heels, then massaging your red ankle before he's sliding in your sneakers.
Oh, and yes he's gonna burn the whole fucking world if it meant to keep you warm, because he fucking cares only about missus.
Grim Reaper! Simon
Masterlist
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Been thinking about the 141 boys coming to visit your southern familyâŠ
Price ends up out back with your papaw and uncles staring at a riding mower that they havenât been able to get back up and working. Beer in hand, hip cocked, mimicking their âuh-uhâs and âyepâs. He tries to help with grilling but your dad wonât let him anywhere near it because âdamn brits canât cook out to save their lives. Iâve seen what yâall eat.â
Ghost gets a little overwhelmed by the women fussing over him. Heâs on his third plate of food and your mimi is still loading him up with more mac n cheese because âHeâs just such a big boy - he really needs to fill up! Are you sure youâre feeding him enough?â Luckily Simon is a literal human vacuum - a total garbage disposal. He drinks about a pitcher of sweet tea by himself because you canât tell me that man doesnât 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 arenât married yet.) Heâs 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 familyâs 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 âadventuresâ (pranks on the other 141 members.) He picks up some of your slang for the fun of it. After all, sigogglinâ just works with a Scottish accent so well. Unfortunately he canât handle the jalapeño corn bread - itâs just too spicy for the poor boy.
#anyway back to working on my proper fics#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#kyle garrick#gaz x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#john price#captain price x reader#captain price#141 x reader#price x reader#john soap mctavish#johnny âsoapâ mactavish x reader#johnny soap mctavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#soap x reader
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P!LINK COD MWII MASTERLIST (đœ)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
BEWARE: DARKER THEMES BELOW.
PHOTO CREDIT: GLUTT_R ON đŠ/X
KĂNIG
somnophilia with pervert!könig
taking kidnapper!könig for the first time
size difference with petite!reader and könig
âjust the tip, könig.â 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 âGHOSTâ RILEY
punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)
relaxing simon riley with your pussy
âobedienceâ 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 âSOAPâ MACTAVISH
pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)
âjust the tip, i promise.â 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
âfuck, donât stop, bonnie...â handjobs with soap
being fingered by stepbro!soap
mutual masturbation with soap
stepson!soap with stepmom!reader
KYLE âGAZâ 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
âdonât pull out!â 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
#john soap mactavish#soap mw2#call of duty soap#soap mactavish#cod soap#gaz mw2#gaz modern warfare#gaz call of duty#gaz cod#captain price#john price#captain john price#john price cod#captain john price smut#cod ghost#call of duty ghost#ghost simon riley#cod simon riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley fanfiction#konig call of duty#konig#konig cod#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig#könig cod#tw: dark content#orla speaks#cod x reader smut
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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 theyâd received word of a nobleman and his wife whoâd be leaving for their honeymoon, valuables aboard the carriage. after a bit of lurking and bribing, theyâd narrowed down just which road was desolate and wild enough to get away with the raid.
concealed by the bordering forests, theyâd waited. an embarrassingly opulent carriage came dawdling down the road (polished wood, velvet curtains, ostentatious engravings) & they pounced.
the drivers & guards, theyâd 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 husbandâs chest, demanding the location of their funds.
âwhereâsâa money?â price questioned, moving towards the woman when her husbandâs pride weighed heavier than his cowardice. his broad palm gripped her jaw as gaz held her arms behind her back. âhm, lovey? yâspeak english? yâbetter tell me, or your sweetheart âere âll be gutted before tha nightâs over.â
she watched her husband writhe for a long moment, before meeting priceâs gaze. her voice was flat, steady. âkill him.â
soap barked a laugh. ghost cocked his head.
price, though, was intrigued.
âkill âim?â he echoed. then, he lifted her hand, yanking the diamond ring off her finger and pinching it between his fingers. âwhaâ bout this? just a rock, is it? âtill death do us partâ mean nothinâ to ya?â
âwords donât mean much when youâre forced to say them, sir.â
âforced?â price questions, narrowed eyes flicking across your features. he looks to your husband, then, whoâs soiled his pants. âtha fuck is this muppet forcinâ?â
price is quiet for a while, watching your husband as he wriggles in ghostâs grip. when he meets your gaze, thereâs a small, barely-there curve to his chapped lips. âyou really want âim dead?â thereâs an amusement to his tone, a disbelief.
you steel your gaze. âyes.â
the curve of his lips bends into a grin, and youâve barely exhaled before heâs lifting his pistol, aiming it at your husbandâs head, and shooting.
limp, he falls to the ground.
you donât flinch. in fact your voice is steady when you state, âthe moneyâs in the chest, beneath the seats.â
once again, price approaches you. grips your jaw, tilts your face this way and that. he taps your cheek twice, and says, âyou heard the woman. soap, get the money. gaz, tie âer up, sheâs with me.â
#my writing *à©â©â§âË#price ââËâčâĄ#gaz ââËâčâĄ#soap ââËâčâĄ#ghost ââËâčâĄ#call of duty#mw2#cod x reader#mw2 x reader#john price x reader#gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#soap x reader#john mactavish x reader
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Soap: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into the room Ghost: Screw that I'm not kissing any of you *Y/N walks in* Ghost: Fine I'll do it rules are rules
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đâËâč⥠23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) âĄ
featuring!â kyle âgazâ garrick, johnny âsoapâ mactavish, simon âghostâ riley, john âcaptainâ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! âĄ
â đ imagine fucking john doggy style, and heâs jusâ 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 đ
â đ 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 :((
â đ 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.
â đ 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.
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đ 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 sayâ sorry :(
â đ 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.
â đ 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. đ„ș
â đ 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 )
â đ 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. "ĐŃĐŸ ŃĐŸ, ŃŃĐŸ ĐČŃ Ń
ĐŸŃДлО, ĐŽĐ°?"
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ 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."
ââ đ 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 :(
ââ đ 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."
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đ 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.
ââ đ könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ 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. )
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ 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.
ââ đ soap swears he won't cum inside you...
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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 couldnât 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.
âOh well look at that? Seems we got a new record holder hm?â Price teases you and Johnny.
âThat doesnât count the competition is over!â Johnny exclaims angrily at Price.
Meanwhile Simon and Gaz are fucking rock hard from watching you squirt again so quickly.
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