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20! you can call me rho :) this is just where i dump my itches mdni you are responsible for your own media consumption.

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reader who begs simon riley for sex, who very obviously isn’t 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.

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genuinely don’t think there’s many better feelings than an orgasm that reduces your brain to.. nothing. no thoughts, nothing.

insert your favorite character who’s a mf munch. they don’t let up for shit. and when you’ve 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

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something something, reader is unable to shut off their inner monologue..

something something, tf!141 definitely is able to do that for them.

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day 8: gaz and his gizmos | uniform kink, equipment???

being a janitor for the 141 wasn’t too bad honestly. you were paid fairly, you didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 don’t.

you figure no one actually pays any attention to you, especially when the only interactions with words are simply “sorry, let me pass by-“ or other awkward things that you’d rather avoid.

so you stare. assuming it’s unnoticed.

it’s not.

kyle—you overheard his actual name a couple days ago—has 100% noticed.

after he got over the initial concern and realized you weren’t stalking him or were some weird ass creep, he took some interest.

you couldn’t 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 doesn’t think he’s actually ever seen a more shiny person. yet you’re still somehow lowkey about it??

you’ve noticed too. you’ll look up when he’s around and holyfuckheslookingdirectlyatyouohmygowhagthefuck

you tried to ignore it, only taking glances every now and then when you thought his eyes weren’t on you.

they usually were.

one day you get a bonus, meeting price in his office. it’s a holiday gift, for doing all the shitty work and not complaining. hell you even run things for him sometimes when you aren’t 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 kyle’s 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 you’ve had a crush on for 5 months now.

you’re a little surprised when he asks you if you’d like to go home with him. he’s equally as drunk, and you can tell he’s nervous even with all the “liquid courage” running through his body.

you wouldn’t even dream of saying no.

so you don’t. you go home with him, stepping into his apartment, looking at all the knick knacks he has laying around. he’s worse than a crow.

it’s charming though, nothing is messy and unorganized. although you don’t have long to take more in, because his lips are on yours, and you’re pressed against the door. he lifts you up, taking you to his room. except you break away, looking at his uniform that’s hanging up by the door.

god he always looks so good in it. now it’s all you can think about. you’ve 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 you’re thinking about.

“so you’re into the uniform, dove?”

“…maybe.”

“want me to put it on?”

to say your night was interesting was…. an understatement. you didn’t even know some of the shit was possible.

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day 7: whoever you want x reader! i’m doing some comfy stuff cause i can’t 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. it’s all you saw when you slept. it was fucking miserable.

it’d been a good… 2 weeks since you’d had a good sleep—and 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 advance—a week actually but who’s counting??

they get back and are surrounded by everyone on base that’s been affected by you. complaints on top of complaints.

“please it’s been awful!”

“i fear for my life.”

“we’re all caffeine deprived there’s genuinely none left.”

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 yes—it’s true—it’s only partially. [#] helps you sleep better, a grounding comfort that tells your brain to relax. that you’re okay.

and you’d also have something that smelled like them to help, but you’d accidentally washed everything so now all the clothes they’d 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 eagerness—to see you, of course.

[#] gets you to your shared home, listens to everything that’s been happening and what’s 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.

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guys i swear ill be back my phones fucked

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fuck me i can’t think of what to do for day seven and it’s technically day eight now 💔

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ooo goodness i’m behind!

day 6: johnny ‘soap’ mactavish | public..ish? 😛😛, 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 wouldn’t 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.. doesn’t know how to handle alcohol well.

now, he’s got a tolerance, that’s for sure… but he’s 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 hangover—naturally.

except tonight it was different. instead of someone approaching his lieutenant or his captain—shit, 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.

“bathroom? ;)”

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 weren’t here for a worshipper. you wanted him. and he wasn’t 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 weren’t complaining about. you needed this just as much as he did. although—by his taste—you 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 😥

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ugh. i’ll post the sixth and the seventh on the plane tmr. vacation time 😛

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day 5: Nikolai | dacryphilia, bondage, wax play, and finger sucking bc i’m in a freak mood 😛 oh and one mention of daddy kink sorry look at him and tell me he’s not daddy… you can’t.

it’d 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. he’s not yet used the cane on you but he has threatened you with it and you’re 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, you’re 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.

“look at you, zolotse, being so brave for your papochka, aren’t you?”

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 you’re cumming.

that’s 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 nik’s amusement. you were so pretty when you cried.. he just couldn’t 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.

“so precious when you cry, lyubimaya. gonna be good for me? hm?”

you nodded again. you genuinely had no idea what he was saying, you couldn’t 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

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day 4: john ‘bravo 6’ price | voyeurism (ft. johnny mactavish), mentorship??

you’d been on task force 141 for a while now, and because you’ve been part of the team, you’ve gotten to hear soaps drunken, horny, almost unintelligible, scottish rants. and well.. it’d been a while since you had a good fuck, and soap obviously needed one too…

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, didn’t they have to stick their fingers in places and search for wires???

soap was just so.. eager. and it wasn’t horrible! you just.. expected better… and his rushed, frantic movements didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.

“what’s the matter? don’t wanna give in this time, sergeant?”

god. this was embarrassing. you didn’t expect him to bring up your sex life. everyone knew but.. it was usually a thing you ignored.. or got teased about.

“it’s not… he’s a great guy..”

“what then? mactavish didn’t make you cum?”

“….”

that’s all he needed. once soap got back, he dragged you both off, something about a professional behavior talk. gaz and ghost weren’t stupid, but they didn’t 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..?—

you didn’t have time to think on it for very long, being led to the bed by the captain.

“strip, sergeant.”

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. can’t 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 didn’t exist.

“take yer time with em, johnny. find out what makes em tick. can’t get yer dick wet if they aren’t.”

soap was watching, but you couldn’t 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 didn’t last long, cumming in his pants. price eventually faced you towards him as you got fucked from behind, you couldn’t 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.

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day 3: kyle ‘gaz’ garrick | spanking, hair pulling, nipple clamps

mostly gender neutral? i say tits but… i’ve seen men with tits. hot.

we all know gaz is an ass man. you can’t look at him and tell me he doesn’t enjoy slapping the shit out of yours and either watching it go red or jiggle. maybe even both.

so it’s no surprise that when he’s got you fucked out in bed, ass in the air as he pounds into you, he’s spanking you.

are you a major fan of the redness and sometimes bruises he gives you? yes no. but you can’t really stop him, and usually when it’s happening you’re 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 aren’t 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 can’t get enough. he’ll reach around and add pressure on your already sore nipples, making you beg him to stop. he doesn’t, he knows you love it. dirty fuckin slag.

“wish you could see yourself from here love, absolutely fuckin stunnin.”

another smack.

you’ll probably be taking the next two days off.

a/n: this one’s so ass (pun not intended) but i literally don’t know what else to write im running out of juice and it’s only day three. sigh.

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can i j say when i look something up (like a couch) i don’t want to see the ai bullshit research??? why is this a thing?? fuck off??? you don’t even know what i want???

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day 2: johnny ‘soap’ 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 haven’t 😩

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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 you’d made sure nothing would cut off circulation or cause any harm other than some light marks from where you’d sleep. you laid down, finding comfort in the way the rope hugged your skin, and drifted off.

Johnny gets home a few hours later, he’s always usually kept at the base at least until 10:00. he knows sometimes you don’t wanna wait up for him, and he’s okay with that. sometimes you’ll leave some food out with a note like ‘reheat for 30 seconds, it’s your favorite!’ or ‘a minute. tried something new, hope you like it :)’. either way, he was always excited to get back to you, even if you were asleep.

tonight though, as he’s kicked off his shoes and made his way through the house, he looks at your silhouette under the covers. specifically the way there’s 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 wouldn’t wanna get caught opening his present…. he looks at your sleeping form, naked for obvious reasons, this wasn’t your first rodeo. he couldn’t help but admire how lucky he was, a pretty, kinky little thing all for him? he doesn’t know what he’s done to please god.

he decided he’d 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 couldn’t take it. he started fucking into his hand as if it were yours, unfortunate it couldn’t 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 you’re 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 ☹️❤️

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disclaimer! im gonna try to make most of these gn but some maaayyy be fem reader… cause im fem..

rho’s kinktober list

(it’s only the first week)

day 1: simon ‘ghost’ riley | oral, knife play, dubcon

day 2: johnny ‘soap’ mactavish | cum marking, masturbation, bondage

day 3: kyle ‘gaz’ garrick | spanking, hair pulling, nipple clamps

day 4: john ‘bravo 6’ price | voyeurism (ft. johnny! (soap), mentorship…??

day 5: nikolai?? | wax play, dacryphillia, AND finger sucking 😛😛

day 6: johnny ‘soap’ mactavish | public-ish..? intoxication so dubcon :)

day 7: comfort day! | whoever you want x reader because why not

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day 1: simon ‘ghost’ 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 doesn’t contribute enough to keeping the house clean.. blah blah blah, he hadn’t cared enough to listen. he’d had recruits and teammates up his ass all day long, and he was sick. and tired. of the bitching.

and it’s not really his fault! you just kept.. talking. and complaining. and he had a biiiiggg migraine…

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 wasn’t as close to your jugular now.

“s-..simon? can.. can you put that a—“

“No.”

….just as you were about to protest he puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you onto your knees. you swallow, blushing but anxious. he’d 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 didn’t know that!

“listen birdie, ‘ve 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 t’ use? hm?”

you nod shakily, almost too scared to question him… almost

“..do you have to have the kn—“

“shut. yer mouth.”

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.

“you see this knife, lovie?”

you nod, barely.

“want you to help me relax, mkay? cause if you don’t, my hand might just… slip. and we don’t want that, so we?”

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.

“breathe, birdie.”

so you did, you took a deep breath, and slowly released it.

“good fuckin girl. see? you know how to listen.”

you took your time. you and simon hadn’t 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 he’d grace you with his tongue once you figured this out.

he wouldn’t.

opening your mouth you tried to replicate what you’d seen in media, trying to push him down your throat, but it wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t long before he came down your throat, pulling out with a groan. you’d 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

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just remembered tomorrow is october AND I HAVENT MADE A LIST FOR KINKTOBER FUCK ME