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reader who begs simon riley for sex, who very obviously isnât in the right mindset to be making such decisions. reader who begs more and tries harder, just for simon to softly say no, holding them until they break down and sob on his chest.
genuinely donât think thereâs many better feelings than an orgasm that reduces your brain to.. nothing. no thoughts, nothing.
insert your favorite character whoâs a mf munch. they donât let up for shit. and when youâve been overstimulated to the point of tears, having another o from your gspot? the way you can hardly breathe, let alone think? the way your body feels so light you might literally fuckin ascend???
yeah pretty good
something something, reader is unable to shut off their inner monologue..
something something, tf!141 definitely is able to do that for them.
day 8: gaz and his gizmos | uniform kink, equipment???
being a janitor for the 141 wasnât too bad honestly. you were paid fairly, you didnât have to work long, and it was a damn good money making shift for some extra cash.
oh and everyone was so hot.
there was this one guy in particular, always wearing his uniform. and even when he wasnât his outfits were immaculate. perfect style. no skinny jeans n shit, just pretty sweaters, shirts that matched his vibes, jeans that fit sooo ridiculously well (and hugged his ass??), and oh goood goooddd the sweats.
how the fuck are you supposed to keep your eyes to yourself?
you donât.
you figure no one actually pays any attention to you, especially when the only interactions with words are simply âsorry, let me pass by-â or other awkward things that youâd rather avoid.
so you stare. assuming itâs unnoticed.
itâs not.
kyleâyou overheard his actual name a couple days agoâhas 100% noticed.
after he got over the initial concern and realized you werenât stalking him or were some weird ass creep, he took some interest.
you couldnât blame him. you were pretty. you were reserved, but always polite. headphones on, mop in hand, your graphic shirts and comfy pants. the jewelry?? gaz doesnât think heâs actually ever seen a more shiny person. yet youâre still somehow lowkey about it??
youâve noticed too. youâll look up when heâs around and holyfuckheslookingdirectlyatyouohmygowhagthefuck
you tried to ignore it, only taking glances every now and then when you thought his eyes werenât on you.
they usually were.
one day you get a bonus, meeting price in his office. itâs a holiday gift, for doing all the shitty work and not complaining. hell you even run things for him sometimes when you arenât busy.
and well⌠kyle jussttt so happens to be passing by!
he stops in, offering you to come to the teams pub hangout.
you really should decline.
yeah right look at him how tf do you say no??
you agree, nodding and going home. you wear something casual and comfy, but you still manage to look great in it, according to kyleâs thoughts.
and as the night goes by you have more than a few drinks, loosening up, probably oversharing, but in turn learning more about the guy youâve had a crush on for 5 months now.
youâre a little surprised when he asks you if youâd like to go home with him. heâs equally as drunk, and you can tell heâs nervous even with all the âliquid courageâ running through his body.
you wouldnât even dream of saying no.
so you donât. you go home with him, stepping into his apartment, looking at all the knick knacks he has laying around. heâs worse than a crow.
itâs charming though, nothing is messy and unorganized. although you donât have long to take more in, because his lips are on yours, and youâre pressed against the door. he lifts you up, taking you to his room. except you break away, looking at his uniform thatâs hanging up by the door.
god he always looks so good in it. now itâs all you can think about. youâve only ever seen him in it a few times, but the way the belt makes his hips look more defined as he walks, the way he holds on to the vest when his hands are bored, even the fucking hat is hanging with the rest of it.
he trails your eyes to his uniform, knowing exactly what youâre thinking about.
âso youâre into the uniform, dove?â
ââŚmaybe.â
âwant me to put it on?â
to say your night was interesting wasâŚ. an understatement. you didnât even know some of the shit was possible.
day 7: whoever you want x reader! iâm doing some comfy stuff cause i canât figure out what to do for this one (cod themed)
[#] used to indicate your preferred character
guns, planes, helicopters, bombs, flash bangs, yelling, all the fucking works. itâs all you saw when you slept. it was fucking miserable.
itâd been a good⌠2 weeks since youâd had a good sleepâand it showed. dark eyes, wayyy too much caffeine (seriously that cannot be healthy, put that down.), off eating habits, mood swings, etc etc.
it was starting to hinder your ability to work.
or do anything actually.
so the team talks it out and decides that [#] needed to help. were they on a mission? yes. were they supposed to be back this early? no. but it was only like a few days in advanceâa week actually but whoâs counting??
they get back and are surrounded by everyone on base thatâs been affected by you. complaints on top of complaints.
âplease itâs been awful!â
âi fear for my life.â
âweâre all caffeine deprived thereâs genuinely none left.â
good god. they were gone for 3 weeks. what the hell happened?
and then they see you.
moody, sluggish, holding a cup of⌠something, dark circles and poor posture..
and they know.
the team chalks it up to missing them, and while yesâitâs trueâitâs only partially. [#] helps you sleep better, a grounding comfort that tells your brain to relax. that youâre okay.
and youâd also have something that smelled like them to help, but youâd accidentally washed everything so now all the clothes theyâd left were just⌠laundry smelling.
[#] knows about your issues. nightmares, anxieties, generally just about anything that bothers you, and they know how to solve it. even over the phone.
but contact was limited, so here you were. struggling. but there was no pity, never from [#]. only love, and a bit of eagernessâto see you, of course.
[#] gets you to your shared home, listens to everything thatâs been happening and whatâs going on now, and even though you were worried and annoyed and every emotion you possibly could be, in that moment..
with [#]?
there was nothing. no anger. no fear. no worries.
it was just you and them.
and that was far more than you could ever ask for.
guys i swear ill be back my phones fucked
fuck me i canât think of what to do for day seven and itâs technically day eight now đ
ooo goodness iâm behind!
day 6: johnny âsoapâ mactavish | public..ish? đđ, intoxication so.. dubcon!
johnny and the team tend to go out for drinks, whether it be for celebration, team bonding, some brainstorming, whatever it may be. and it was helpful! everyone got to relax a bit and have a few drinks, price got perspectives and ideas he wouldnât have gotten with the team seperate, and the sergeants get to watch people come up to their lieutenant and their captain to ask for a fuck.
the downside?
johnny, surprisingly.. doesnât know how to handle alcohol well.
now, heâs got a tolerance, thatâs for sure⌠but heâs not exactly eager to let his scotch go. usually the team drags him out and they head back to base. soap wakes up with a hangoverânaturally.
except tonight it was different. instead of someone approaching his lieutenant or his captainâshit, not even kyle. the pretty boy of the team.
no, instead it was you. and you approached him. not simon, not john, not kyle. him. johnny.
you gave him a drink with your number stuck to a napkin you had. and a sly little note written on the back of he cared to look.
âbathroom? ;)â
god. johnny hadnt been laid in ages. could he refuse such an offer?
no. the answer was no.
the guys rolled their eyes and watched as he eagerly walked off, leaving some money on the table after telling them not to wait up. he headed to the bathroom, being dragged in by his mohawk.
you. god you were gorgeous. to think you even batted an eye at him? honestly chubbed him up a bit.
you let him stare for a minute, but you werenât here for a worshipper. you wanted him. and he wasnât doing much other than undressing you with his eyes.
you grabbed him by the neck, pulling him in close. he got the hint, taking your mouth in his. he was grabby, hands snaking into places you werenât complaining about. you needed this just as much as he did. althoughâby his tasteâyou were probably gonna be the only one to remember it.
you shoved him into a stall, forcing him to sit on the toilet. thank fuck it didnât have one of those.. sensors. and it was actually fairly clean :)
you undid his belt and pulled him out, spitting on his tip before spreading it around with your thumb. good god johnny thought he was gonna die.
you didnât spend long giving him attention, you wanted to feel good too. his needs be damned.
you fucked yourself onto him, not giving two shits if you were going too slow or too fast, you just wanted to use him.
and use him you did.
he called you the next weekend begging to visit. he wanted to taste you this time ;)
a/n: kinda lazy but like.. better than nothing? still learning how to write smut it gives me secondhand embarrassment sometimes đĽ
ugh. iâll post the sixth and the seventh on the plane tmr. vacation time đ
day 5: Nikolai | dacryphilia, bondage, wax play, and finger sucking bc iâm in a freak mood đ oh and one mention of daddy kink sorry look at him and tell me heâs not daddy⌠you canât.
itâd been a while since price handed you off to nikolai, a 3 week long.. training⌠camp..? thing?
oh my god you were fucking wrecked.
you had a mouth on you, and nikolai knew how to put it to good use. your ass has been spanked raw. heâs not yet used the cane on you but he has threatened you with it and youâre terrified of it so you straighten up pretty quick. next on his funishment list though, a reward for being relatively good, is candles.
kinda.
currently, youâre strapped to a bed, soft black rope tied around your wrists as you squirm. you watch as nikolai lights to candles, setting a few down for mood lighting.. or something
he brings one over, cooing at you for being so brave.
âlook at you, zolotse, being so brave for your papochka, arenât you?â
you nod your head, eyeing the candle in his hand cautiously. you watch as he tilts it, holding it above your tits just barely, before watching a drop fall right on your nipple. you squirm, mainly in pain, but it sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.
you cry out and whine, closing your eyes as a few more drops fall around your body. the wax only stung for a moment, but your head went fuzzy from the mix of sensations and oh god yeah no youâre cumming.
thatâs so embarrassing.
you tried to cover your face but hey would ya look at that! still tied up.
nikolai kept going, adding a vibrator on top of the occasional wax drops. the overstimulation made you cry which honestly only added to nikâs amusement. you were so pretty when you cried.. he just couldnât help but tease.
he wiped your tears and made you lick them off. watching as you sobbed around his fingers made him so unbelievably hard.
he swirled his fingers around in your mouth before pushing them further down your throat. he looked directly at you as you took his fingers deeper into his mouth, trying to gag. more tears pricked at your eyes, yet all you could do was squirm around and watch as he took his other hand and wiped off your tears, sticking his thumb in his mouth.
after a few more orgasms and some more crying from you, nik straddled your chest, shoving his dick in your face.
âso precious when you cry, lyubimaya. gonna be good for me? hm?â
you nodded again. you genuinely had no idea what he was saying, you couldnât think or process anything, but you wanted to be good, and you knew what he wanted.
the aftercare was bomb asf though.
a/n: hi guys so sorry for the jokes im not sure why im in a comedic mood tonight. as always lmk if its ass thank you <3
day 4: john âbravo 6â price | voyeurism (ft. johnny mactavish), mentorship??
youâd been on task force 141 for a while now, and because youâve been part of the team, youâve gotten to hear soaps drunken, horny, almost unintelligible, scottish rants. and well.. itâd been a while since you had a good fuck, and soap obviously needed one tooâŚ
so you took one for the team.
or so you thought. you were under the impression this would be good, i mean gods he was a demolitions expert, didnât they have to stick their fingers in places and search for wires???
soap was just so.. eager. and it wasnât horrible! you just.. expected better⌠and his rushed, frantic movements didnât leave you very satisfied. you faked an o and got over it.
next time the team went out, soap was back on his rants, looking at you cautiously. eventually he went for a piss, and you let out a sigh you hadnât realized you were holding. ghost was at the bar, and gaz was off havin a smoke. a bad habit he took from the captain. who notices. everything.
âwhatâs the matter? donât wanna give in this time, sergeant?â
god. this was embarrassing. you didnât expect him to bring up your sex life. everyone knew but.. it was usually a thing you ignored.. or got teased about.
âitâs not⌠heâs a great guy..â
âwhat then? mactavish didnât make you cum?â
ââŚ.â
thatâs all he needed. once soap got back, he dragged you both off, something about a professional behavior talk. gaz and ghost werenât stupid, but they didnât care to get involved.
back at base, price dragged you and soap to his room, which was way fuckin bigger than what you had by the way. slightly unfair. he sat soap in a chair. oh my god. was he gonna..?â
you didnât have time to think on it for very long, being led to the bed by the captain.
âstrip, sergeant.â
your face went red. actually..? was this happening?
price clicked at you, grabbing your attention. a simple nod and you started taking your clothes off. still shy, uncomfortably aware of johnny in the corner. canât disobey the captain though..
eventually you were laid on the edge of the bed, price taking his sweet time with you, talking to johnny as if you didnât exist.
âtake yer time with em, johnny. find out what makes em tick. canât get yer dick wet if they arenât.â
soap was watching, but you couldnât tell if he was listening. you knew he was hard, he had been since the captain dragged you both into the room. his breathing was heavy.. god it was so hard to focus. price was fingering you and he kept hitting that fucking spot. sounds were coming out of you but you could hardly tell that it was your voice.
soap got needy, bucking into his jeans as he watched his captain fuck into you. he didnât last long, cumming in his pants. price eventually faced you towards him as you got fucked from behind, you couldnât think, but seeing the wet spot on soaps jeans had you twitching from a mind wrecking orgasm.
soap leaves with a boner and knowing how to make someone cum
you leave with a hunger satiated for the next two months.
day 3: kyle âgazâ garrick | spanking, hair pulling, nipple clamps
mostly gender neutral? i say tits but⌠iâve seen men with tits. hot.
we all know gaz is an ass man. you canât look at him and tell me he doesnât enjoy slapping the shit out of yours and either watching it go red or jiggle. maybe even both.
so itâs no surprise that when heâs got you fucked out in bed, ass in the air as he pounds into you, heâs spanking you.
are you a major fan of the redness and sometimes bruises he gives you? yes no. but you canât really stop him, and usually when itâs happening youâre too blissed out to care anyways.
kyle, however, has decided he wants to add something new. he loves your tits as well, and feels like they arenât getting enough attention. so he goes online and buys you a nipple clamp set that connects.
kyle absolutely adores it. listening to you cry out because of the clamps is another level of hot, and he canât get enough. heâll reach around and add pressure on your already sore nipples, making you beg him to stop. he doesnât, he knows you love it. dirty fuckin slag.
âwish you could see yourself from here love, absolutely fuckin stunnin.â
another smack.
youâll probably be taking the next two days off.
a/n: this oneâs so ass (pun not intended) but i literally donât know what else to write im running out of juice and itâs only day three. sigh.
can i j say when i look something up (like a couch) i donât want to see the ai bullshit research??? why is this a thing?? fuck off??? you donât even know what i want???
PLEASE WHY DO I DO THIS ITS 11:28 I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN AN IDEâ
day 2: johnny âsoapâ mactavish | cum marking, somno, bondage.. masturbation(is that a thing i need to tag?) gn!reader | HEAVILY. HEAVILY. inspired by @rawme-price/@total-killer-brainrot go check them out if you havenât đŠ
you and johnny had a little thing going. you liked the way the ropes felt while you slept, johnny liked coming home to you sleeping in the ropes⌠so pretty n still. the ropes were grounding for you, like a weighted blanket would be. but being johnnys boyfriend meant you didnât get to just sleep in them. no, everytime you woke up? you were covered in cum.
tonight was one of those nights.
you grabbed some rope from the collection, whatever color you had been feeling recently, and watched the videos as your hands worked. you couldnât ever call johnny to help you or the fun would be ruined, so you had to generally avoid harder places to reach. you dragged the rope up your legs, intricate designs on your hips as you pulled, tied, tucked, and threaded the rope across each of your hips.
eventually you got settled, pretty designs of loops and knots covering your legs in a sort of.. harness. they trailed down your legs and to your ankles, yet youâd made sure nothing would cut off circulation or cause any harm other than some light marks from where youâd sleep. you laid down, finding comfort in the way the rope hugged your skin, and drifted off.
Johnny gets home a few hours later, heâs always usually kept at the base at least until 10:00. he knows sometimes you donât wanna wait up for him, and heâs okay with that. sometimes youâll leave some food out with a note like âreheat for 30 seconds, itâs your favorite!â or âa minute. tried something new, hope you like it :)â. either way, he was always excited to get back to you, even if you were asleep.
tonight though, as heâs kicked off his shoes and made his way through the house, he looks at your silhouette under the covers. specifically the way thereâs clumps of fabric sticking out on your legs⌠and he knows. he smiles, his bonnie had gotten him a gift! how sweet.
he pulls the covers back gently, being extra careful to not disturb you. he wouldnât wanna get caught opening his presentâŚ. he looks at your sleeping form, naked for obvious reasons, this wasnât your first rodeo. he couldnât help but admire how lucky he was, a pretty, kinky little thing all for him? he doesnât know what heâs done to please god.
he decided heâd wasted enough time, shoving his pants down to get at his aching cock. looking at you already had him hard, but waiting had precum leaking down his tip, and he couldnât take it. he started fucking into his hand as if it were yours, unfortunate it couldnât be, but this would do too! he gets himself off, cumming all over the ropes and knots youd worked so hard to make pretty.
when you wake up youâre covered head to toe in cum, johnny passed out beside you, half clubbed up cock out because he has no decency.
a/n: if you see any mistakes lmk! thank you guys for not dogging on my shit ily âšď¸â¤ď¸
disclaimer! im gonna try to make most of these gn but some maaayyy be fem reader⌠cause im fem..
rhoâs kinktober list
(itâs only the first week)
day 1: simon âghostâ riley | oral, knife play, dubcon
day 2: johnny âsoapâ mactavish | cum marking, masturbation, bondage
day 3: kyle âgazâ garrick | spanking, hair pulling, nipple clamps
day 4: john âbravo 6â price | voyeurism (ft. johnny! (soap), mentorshipâŚ??
day 5: nikolai?? | wax play, dacryphillia, AND finger sucking đđ
day 6: johnny âsoapâ mactavish | public-ish..? intoxication so dubcon :)
day 7: comfort day! | whoever you want x reader because why not
day 1: simon âghostâ riley | oral, knife play, dub-con. gn!reader :)
it had been such. a long. fucking. day.
simon comes home to you running your mouth, something about how he doesnât contribute enough to keeping the house clean.. blah blah blah, he hadnât cared enough to listen. heâd had recruits and teammates up his ass all day long, and he was sick. and tired. of the bitching.
and itâs not really his fault! you just kept.. talking. and complaining. and he had a biiiiggg migraineâŚ
so could you really blame him when he pulled a knife on you? right against your throat, backing you to the couch?
surely not.
he sat down, sighing as he relaxed into the cushioning. you took the opportunity to ask, since the knife wasnât as close to your jugular now.
âs-..simon? can.. can you put that aââ
âNo.â
âŚ.just as you were about to protest he puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you onto your knees. you swallow, blushing but anxious. heâd never pulled a knife on you before, not like this. i mean did you maybe one time beg to see them? yes. did he know what you read on those filthy little apps of yours? yes. but you didnât know that!
âlisten birdie, âve had a long. fuckin. day. so instead of fussin at me the moment i come home, how about you put that pretty little mouth of yours tâ use? hm?â
you nod shakily, almost too scared to question him⌠almost
â..do you have to have the knââ
âshut. yer mouth.â
he leans forward, grabbing you by the jaw, harsh, but just a reminder. he brings the knife to your jawline, dragging it up to your cheek, right where you could see.
âyou see this knife, lovie?â
you nod, barely.
âwant you to help me relax, mkay? cause if you donât, my hand might just⌠slip. and we donât want that, so we?â
you shook your head, scared to move. he leaned back again, freeing you from the sharp edge. he watched as you undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed him from his boxers. with the knife and his unrelenting gaze, your hands were clammy, and you were shaking.
âbreathe, birdie.â
so you did, you took a deep breath, and slowly released it.
âgood fuckin girl. see? you know how to listen.â
you took your time. you and simon hadnât gotten a lot of chances to be intimate like this yet, especially not with intense kinks involved. gotta start somewhere though you guess. you dragged your hand up to the top, rubbing a thumb over the slit. simon groaned, shifting his hips. but all that did was go straight to your core, and you were sat there wondering if heâd grace you with his tongue once you figured this out.
he wouldnât.
opening your mouth you tried to replicate what youâd seen in media, trying to push him down your throat, but it wasnât easy, it made tears well in your eyes as you gagged, yet you were soo determined to get more sounds out of him. eventually, you choked, letting up to look at your handsome boyfriend.
his face was red, and his breathing was heavy, but he kept looking at you, watching. you wanted to shake your head, call it quits. simon had other plans. he slowly lowered your head back onto him, grabbing your hair and using your throat to fuck into. you couldnât breathe, and it was so uncomfortable, and you felt like you were gonna puke, but god was it hot. and the moment you felt a sharp blade poking into the back of your neck you froze, going limp to allow him to do whatever it took to not get cut.
it wasnât long before he came down your throat, pulling out with a groan. youâd made a mess on his boots yourself.
a/n: guys this is my first time writing explicit smut im sooo sorry. pls pls plllsss do requests i have NOT planned this kinktober out but i am determined :(
thank you <3
just remembered tomorrow is october AND I HAVENT MADE A LIST FOR KINKTOBER FUCK ME