kimmy

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hi im new to tumblr :3 I’ve read a lot of…stuff…on here and I could not resist the urge to just dump as well. I’ve written on other platforms and am going to cross post my favorites but this is mostly a place for me to start…drabbling because I do not have the time to sit and think through my thoughts.

so here’s to a new start! I’d love to make friends on here ~ not sure how that works but yayy!!

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Pleaseeeee do more of the portal pussy with tf141🙏🙏

cw freeuse

it’s a ritual everyone must go through. hell, it’s the military, place where egotistical men get off on the power of being older- it would be weird if there wasn’t any type of hazing.

so when the new recruits come, the team finds the perfect opportunity where you’re home on leave to have some fun since youve up and left them dry without a nice cute body to dump their loads on or in.

they have the group of young men line up, each one standing with both resolve and tension. they await their fates as ghost walks up and down the line. tension hangs in the air…would they be cleaning the bathrooms? punched in the gut? who knew?

ghost approaches the man at one end, muscular, probably of latin descent with jet black hair. and that’s when ghost extends his hand with your pussy in it. the recruit doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t even let his eyes drop down to the toy.

“know what this is, recruit?”

the recruit swallows. “yes, sir.” there’s a pause. “a pocket pussy, sir.” yes, a portal pocket pussy.

“good.” he takes the recruits hand, shoving the toy onto his grasps. “show me what you can do.”

and thats when the recruit finally shows some type of reaction, glancing back up and down from the pussy in hand to the ice cold stare of his Lieutenant. “you mean….use it? sir?”

soap interrupts, “lick it, finger it, fuck it, prove yourself kid.”

theres a moment of hesitation but with three of his superiors there, nothing could be done, so the recruit slowly brings his fingers up and down the silicon slit that feels just a little too real to be considered silicon. technology must have advanced quickly!

price looms over the shoulder of the recruit, eyes narrowing on his careful choices. “c’mon son, you a virgin? that how you fuck a lady?”

so the recruit swallows his inhibitions and sinks two fingers into the warm cunt. hes immediately met with a lewd squelch and his fingers burn with a heat that he assumes is his own embarrassment. and hes so enamored with the way the toy seems to squeeze around him that he doesn’t even notice three particular stares watching the way the toy magically gets wetter and wetter.

and then he passes it down the line as instructed to do per captain’s orders. the next recruit is much more eager, his dick already out as he slaps his hardened length against the plush cunt of the toy. he’s nudging the clit with his tip before sinking his average dick into the cute little hole thats just made with so much detail for a toy!

then theres a man whos pushing in the base of his knife into the hole, collecting the drippings and shoving it back in with the tenderness of a brick. then a boy who can only swipe frantically across its clit. then some brute who’s humping his dick lamely into the soft opening. one by one, they pass down the toy- some determined to show “skill,” and others just wanting an excuse to get off.

and then theyre nearing the end of the line. soap takes the toy and puts it in the recruits hand. the recruit doesnt hesitate, but calmly brings the toy to his lips. he experimentally blows against the clit and miraculously, it twitches. theres a soft kitten lick at the bundle of nerves before he engulfs it all into his warm mouth, sucking tenderly on the throbbing bud.

he pants softly against the sopping cunt, slipping in two fingers subtly and curling them up in an excruciatingly slow pace. “horny fuck,” says soap, but the recruit ignores him, spitting down the slit before feverishly taking whatever can fit into his mouth.

“at least the boy is committed,” remarks ghost, crossing his arms as he observes the way the recruit is practically grinding his own face into the toy, nose tapping on the underside of the clit with every press of his tongue.

if someone needed to know the meaning of addiction, this was the epitome of it- the way he was sucking on you deliriously, with no intent of stopping, licking and swallowing every bit of arousal that was produced. and it probably would have kept going, if not for the sudden squirt of the toy that sends the recruit pulling back from shock.

everyone stares in awe, and even more so from three particular men. its quiet and the only sounds that can be heard is the filthy drips of squirt falling onto the ground. “didnt know she could do that…” soap mumbles softly. “you ever…?”

and before he can even finish asking the question, ghost answers in one of the most unpleasant tones ever heard, “no. never.”

the recruit wipes his chin with the back of his hand, lowering the pocket pussy. “some toy youve got. didnt know they made those features.”

price stands curiously, approaching the recruit with an unreadable expression. “whats your name, son?”

and the recruit doesnt back down but rather, he stands tall. “kyle garrick, sir.”

~bonus~

*reader sending a picture of soaked through jeans to the tf141 group chat with the caption “you fuckers.”*

a/n gaz is a munch! I know it

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soap x reader; dubcon

amateur porn star reader and friend soap where soap so happens to stumble into reader’s videos accidentally.

he doesn’t mean to at first, it was just a coincidence that he didn’t even register the possibility that it could be you- that is until he caught the familiar anklet you always wore.

then, it was just pure curiosity. the more he watched, the more he couldn’t stop…and he kept telling himself it was just that: curiosity…

but it wasn’t until late one night when he’s fisting his cock to the various videos in your library, does he pause when he sees a familiar man- that tattoo…that mask on that dresser. that damn fucking mask. Thats when he knows it isn’t just curiosity anymore.

he forgets the urge he has to cum and immediately picks up the phone, leg bouncing before he heard a click on the other end. “Hello?”

“YOU DID PORN WITH [x]?!”

“mate, it’s 2 in the morning,” replies a groggy voice on the other end.

“Ghost, did you, or did you not, have sex with [x]?”

there’s an audible sigh on the other end before a response comes through. and to soap, it’s like a whole era has gone by. “It was like a friends with benefits thing. we both had feelings for each other but with deployment round the corner, we decided to keep it casual. as for the porn thing, that was her idea and I just went along with it.”

fuck. soap mumbles from the other end of the line. “dude, you gotta get me in on it.”

“fuck off. ask her yourself.”

soap grumbles a response but quickly hangs up and quite frankly, ghost is too tired to actually care so he doesn’t bother following up.

over the next few days, soap is constantly trying to dance around the topic- “what d’ya think of simon?” “does the mask thing turn you on?” but you somehow have an answer for everything and if he didn’t know better, he’d leave it there. so, he does what he has to do-

“I know you did porn with ghost.”

and from there, everything unravels. he’s not shy about his intentions and as much as you try to push him off, he’s just so damn persistent. so with his stupid puppy dog eyes, you find yourself saying yes.

soap just can’t wait for your next stream. he gets a haircut, even shaves himself prim and proper for the camera and shows up jittering with excitement.

and you? you can’t even look him in the eye while you’re setting up the camera.

“I thought the shy act was just for the camera but I guess you’re just always like this.” you swallow a lump in your throat from the insinuation: he’s watched you before.

immediately, he’s on you. poor bastards who can only watch you through their screens, he thinks. a sharp clap comes down on your ass, your tits, your cunt- anywhere he can get his hands on. “like it rough, huh? aye, I know you do.” he doesn’t need to ask, he’s seen the videos.

he’s eating you out feverishly, fingers stuffing your cunt to the brim and curling them to a delicious angle that just makes you delirious.

you grab your pillow, covering your face with it while muffling your pitiful moans. “look at this whiny clit, oh she’s just beggin’ for some love.”

despite the embarrassment from the narration, your high builds up quick, but soap is a stubborn man who denies you that climax. “wanna hear you say you’re my little cum dump, baby.”

and although you were naked and spread wide for him, you still had your pride so you bit on your tongue to stay quiet. but soap isn’t deterred. instead, he’s sucking on your clit for dear life, alternating between languid movements up and down your slit and rapid flicks against the bundle of nerves.

he does this over and over and over- threatening an all night stream if you don’t give him what he wants. so eventually you mumble- “I-I’m your…your cumdump,” your words are broken with sobs but they’re audible.

soap smirks triumphantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you into a nasty arch. “Louder, let your audience know just whatcha are.”

you sniffle, so close to breaking from a mind shattering orgasm. “Y-your cumdump Johnny! Johnny! Pl-please…c-cumming!”

and with the best seat in the house, he quite literally watches your mind go blank. your body trembles with the vigor of all the stolen orgasms that came before. and the haze in your head was so intense that you don’t even notice your screen flashing with a notification-

ghost_mw4 has joined the stream

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amateur porn star reader and best friend osamu who reader has recruited to help with her career.

when your site started taking off, you immediately thought of osamu to ask for help- he was really good with that tech stuff and you trusted him with everything.

at first, he started behind the camera, managing comments, setting up automatic payment systems, all that jazz, but recently he’s been making guest appearances when the time called.

he’d tie your bonds for you, try out a new paddle gifted by a fan, and he’d even be the lucky guy you got to suck off while your cunt was stuffed by a tip-based dildo machine.

before every show, you and osamu would look through your inbox together, particularly for a comment from who you could call a “generous viewer.” their requests were sometimes extraneous…but it had to be worth the money considering you kept accepting.

so once a week, you see a familiar name pop up in your long list of requests.

it starts off with edging, then overstim, then pet play, step sibling role play, bondage, anal, impact play, etc. at this point, you wondered what even else was there to try?

and of course, osamu is there to help you through it all- strap you up to the spreader, slap you down your sopping cunt, tug at the leash attached to your collar, truly, he is the bestest friend you could have.

and at the end of the day, he’s able to split the profits with you so it’s a win-win for everyone!

and now he gets to go give some of that money to his brother, atsumu, who’s just great at coming up ideas to request from pretty porn stars!

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reader who is, unfortunately, a “too honest for their own good” kind of drunk who gets dragged to the bar with tf141.

“kyyyle,” you slur, leaning over the table to which Gaz cracks a smile. “so pretty…anyone ever tell you you’re pretty? like ‘men should be buying you dinner’ pretty.”

soap snorts, an amused smile on his lips. “Ya don’ even get a handsome, just fuckin’ pretty.”

“oi, piss off, soap,” replies gaz with no real heat behind it. “and you,” he starts, bringing his attention backed to your slumped form, “are a shitty drinker.”

you giggle, barely lifting up your head from the table.

price shakes his head, taking a large swing from the pint. “kids these days.”

the laughter dies down, everyone enjoying the relaxing ambiance that’s been so hard to enjoy with missions on end these days. that is until-

“ugh- I’m so horny.”

the table stills, all eyes landing on your slumped form before soap bursts into uncontrollable laughter. his fist slams the table as gaz tries to still the man who’s slightly tipsy and leaning back in his chair.

“bloody hell,” ghost mumbles, crossing his arms. “you’re one them, huh? those honest-to-god-drunks.”

“you shouldn’t be saying those things out loud,” advises price, knowing full well that it’s going to go unheard seeing as you’re shit-faced drunk right now.

you groan, forehead connected with the table again. “you don’t get it. you’re old- probably have the sex drive of a tumble weed.”

gaz and soap have a poor attempt at stifling a laugh and even ghost cracks a small and an unseen smirk at your comment. price doesn’t bother with a retort, knowing you’ll have your regrets when they tell you about this conversation in the morning.

soap puts an encouraging pat on your back. “aye, cmon lass, if ya wanted to get laid, all ye gotta do is ask.” it’s clearly a joke but your head perks up anyways.

“don’t tempt me, cause I’ve thought about it.”

“you don’t say…” his eyes light up with interest.

ghost interrupts with a warning tone. “don’t encourage her, Johnny.”

“too late, LT.” soap stalks around your chair, sliding his arms ‘round back. he leans in close till you pick up the scent of beer on his lips. “tell me, what d’ya think of?”

you match his lean with one of your own, eyes blown wide and curious. “are you rough in bed? tell me you’re rough in bed.”

soap smirks, flashing a charming wink. “aye, lass. why? want my handprint on your ass?” ghost flashes him a stern look but soap merely shrugs unapologetically.

you groan at his answer, “god, I hope I remember that in the morning.”

“we get it. we get it. you’re horny for soap. let’s stop before I hurl.” gaz puts his hand on your shoulders, urging you to drink more water.

“dont be jealous, gaz. you’re in there too.”

and suddenly, the angel on his shoulder disappears. “oh yeah?”

“god, you have no idea how hard it is to work with hot men all day long. takes everything in me to not just give up on the mats and let you just pin me down.”

by now, soap has his phone out, recording this for evidence when you’re inevitably going to try to walk back on your words in the morning.

“would love to be bent over a desk, don’t even care who’s behind me. or who’s the biggest? LT? probably not you then- at least not first.”

you ramble on and on… about how you could get off to the gruff sound of your captains voice alone, or how sometimes you’d be soaking wet through your panties if they praised you enough.

and it’s not until you go into an explicit and ultra-specific scenario that involves all four men, some rope, vibrators, and a blindfold, going to ultra-specific detail about soap in your pussy, price in your mouth, and how maybe you’d even let someone in your ass, does someone do the sensible thing of slapping a hand around your mouth.

“I’m gonna take my hand off’ya, and you’re gon’ be quiet, yeah?”

your eyes glance up to a stone cold stare behind a mask, meeting his gaze before you nod. “good girl.”

his hand slowly withdraws and you’re silent. it stays that was for a moment, everyone unsure how to break the tension left in the air after your revelation…that is until-

“aye, what’s that LT?”

and that, would be the stiffy that’s hardly concealed behind his jeans- perhaps he needs to buy baggier clothes from now on.

you stare at it. then you stare at him. “god, I knew you were big.”

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tf141 men who are all possessive in their own way.

soap, who won’t finish inside you but rather jerk himself off into your panties before sliding the slimy fabric back to its place, giving it a firm grope for good measure. he loves the idea of someone else pulling down your panties, just to find that he got there first.

price, who will always “accidentally” finish over your clothes so you’ll have to wear his training shirts out instead of walking around like a cum rag. but it doesn’t help the rumors around base when you’re walking around in the shirt that says “price” across the back.

gaz, who will take any chance to leave a blossoming bruise anywhere on your skin. even if it’s not sexual, he’ll find a way to get his lips on your neck, wrists, torso, thighs, anywhere. no matter how much you scold him, he always knows he can coax you into pulling down your shirt collar for him.

ghost, who will simply just fuck you into oblivion that you’re walking around like you need a cane. if it isn’t obvious what you’ve been up to by the way you’re walking, maybe they’ll hear your screams through the walls as they walk by ghost’s room.

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captain john price who bangs his pretty cute girlfriend over his desk while the rest of his team sits awkwardly on the other side.

“open your eyes,” he commands you, his voice deep and rough. “I said, open em. are ya gonna piss me off too?”

and so you find it in you to open them despite the embarrassment that sits low in your gut as he ruts himself into you. It’s not hard to make out who’s in front of you. his warm skin and signature hat makes him easy to identify and as your vision focuses, you can make out the crimson on his cheek and the sweat building on his neck.

you look at him, almost apologetically, as if saying “I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” because Kyle truly is an angel and the idea of his knowing what your eyes looked like when all fucked out seemed like a sin on its own.

first, he calls out soap for texting you late at night. john fists the hair on your head till you’re facing the scot who’s not looking at your eyes, but somewhere lower. “y’know what couples do at night, Mactavish? I’ll give you a hint.” price snakes his arm between your legs, pinching and rolling your clit to which you let out a pained and delicious mewl.

and next in line is gaz, whose gesture of buying you your favorite foods has gone unliked by price. luckily, Gaz is sitting right next to soap so you don’t have to strain yourself to find him. Gaz knows he shouldn’t stare…but he can’t help himself and surprisingly, the captain hasn’t told anyone to stop so he swallows the lump in his throat, and commits the sight before him to memory.

then there’s ghost, who refuses to acknowledge he has actively done anything. “bullshit. wanna tell me why you’re always staring at her ass?” which shuts the brooding man up immediately.

your orgasm comes quick, as it always did. your words come out broken and desperate but they barely register to your boyfriend who has his own agenda.

your eyes roll back as you climax, the euphoria sending you into a blissful state of haze. but john doesn’t stop, not when he has a point to prove.

so he fucks you through your high, and then he fucks you more. your hand presses against his thigh with no real pressure, sobbing cries of overstimulation.

“after today, i want no more foolery from any of you. I’d suggest you take today for all it’s worth because after tonight, you can all go to your beds and jerk off your pathetic cocks to the memory of this and. nothing. else.” he punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, willing either your legs or the desk legs to give out.

“do i make myself clear?”

and the answer all comes in unison. “Yes, Captain.”

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reader who inhales some experimental aphrodisiac while on the latest mission.

the transport home is awkward to say the least. you’re whimper, humping your seat lamely while you’ve practically soaked through your panties, cargos, and down onto the seat itself.

“eyes forward, men.” says price from the drivers seat. his calm demeanor gives nothing away if it weren’t for his sweating palms that have a death grip on the drivers wheel.

you whine- a fucking delicious and needy whine. “please…please captain…please can someone help me? please? pleasepleasepleaseplease?”

“oh lord,” mutters soap from beside you. his eyes are oddly focused on the pattern of the roof. “lord please give me the strength right now.” his fingers twitch with ache and his leg is anxiously bouncing up and down. he continues to mumble prayers- which is odd since soap isn’t known to be a religious man.

“please- please it’s so hot. need to take these off. please,” you beg, hands fumbling with the button and zipper of your cargos.

“stop it, kid. Kyle, soap, hold ‘er down.”

gaz and soap look at each other, face full of emotion- uncomfortableness, concern, arousal?

“S-sir…don’t think it’s a good idea for me to touch the lass right now.” Soap admits, taking a slow and deep breath as his eyes unwillingly stare you up and down.

Gaz steps up. Not because he’s eager to touch you, not because he needs an excuse to get his hands on you- but because he genuinely believes that if anyone can have the restraint, it would be him. “I’ve got it, sir.”

he bunches your hands together by the wrist, bringing it away from your pants that are left unzipped but still fully on.

you let out a broken sob that just breaks his heart but stiffens his dick. “Nonononono, just a little touch please? please? Hurts s’bad. Need to…just once, please?”

gaz gulps, and for a second his grip loosens on your wrist. “Garrick!”

gaz jerks, meeting the stare of his lieutenant who’s sweating at the base of his mask. “we’re almost there. keep it together.”

you squirm, crossing and uncrossing your legs in any attempt for a piece of friction that is just never enough.

the rest of the ride is painfully silent, each man thinking the same thing but none of them willing it out loud. It feels like ages when the transport is finally parked at the base and three heads turn to their captain for his decision.

“Her quarters, now.”

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dubcon themes - threesome with gaz and price :3

captain john price who’s just a natural leader. He’s had it in him since he was just a wee lad. people just always gravitated towards him and over the years, he’s come to enjoy the natural dominance he has over others.

first, he meets gaz and gaz is the perfect subordinate. not only does he understand the hierarchy, but price can literally see the glimmer in Gaz’s eyes- eagerness to prove that he’s a good soldier.

then there’s you. you’re young, bright eyed, and similar to gaz, eager to please. he swears “yes sir” are your two favorite words. and just like gaz, he takes you under his wing.

you and gaz flourish under his leadership, learning exceptionally fast and in the meantime, forming a “special bond.”

it takes him a bit- but price notices. At first, it’s you offering your water bottle when gaz runs out. And then it’s the playful nudges at the dinner table. And even during movie nights, you two are suddenly sitting side by side rather than with price in the middle.

so, with his two best soldiers at heart, he calls you both into his office. “You two have anything you want to tell me?”

you and gaz give each other an odd look- perhaps out of confusion or just pure reluctance. “don’t think I haven’t noticed what’s been going on between you two.”

when you’re both silent, eyes straight ahead, and still as a board, price sighs. “Look, I’m not mad.”

you finally crack, “you’re not?” And your question confirms everything he needs to know.

price stalks over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and his fingers tighten ever so slightly. “No, I’m not. But I’m saying this in your best interest. There’s lots to think about when you start a relationship. This isn’t high school.”

“We know that, sir.” gaz takes a step closer to you, intertwining your fingers together. prices focus drifts, watching the way gaz has his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the backside of your hand.

“You both know I want what’s best for you, right?” To which you both nod quickly- as you both always did. “Good- I’m gonna help you two through this, yeah?”

and in hindsight, you probably should have asked a few more questions but “yes sir” came so easily with price.

so gradually, price helps you two get on the same assignments. then he’s suggesting gift ideas for national girlfriend day to gaz. and soon, he even manages to move you both in same barracks despite genders usually being split.

and when all is going well, price calls you into his office again.

“Alls good on the home front?”

this time, gaz is more confident as he holds your hand in his. “Very. Thank you, sir, or helping.”

price nods approvingly. joy swells in his chest as he watches his two favorite kids grow up into real adults. “so now that you two have been getting along, it’s time for the next step in your relationship.”

“Next step?” you ask softly, tilting your head in confusion.

“how do you feel about intimacy?”

you both turn to look at each other before a blush creeps on your cheeks. Gaz nearly mirrors your actions as you both bashfully look away.

price let’s put an amused laugh. “I’ll take that as a no.” he circles around you both, clapping a hand on both of your backs which startles you both. “how ‘bout we start today?”

there’s some brief hesitation, but then overall agreement when price assures you again that is all “for your best interest.”

so price instructs both of you to strip down. it’s humiliating to say the least, but that feeling sits beside a needing ache as your eyes land on gaz’s warm and bare skin.

he has gaz lay you down on his desk as he takes his seat in the large leather chair. “Right there, Kyle. Get in between them legs. See how it’s leaking? Good sign, son.”

Gaz lets out a shuddered breath. the sight of your glistening folds has his dick jumping with excitement. instinctively, he kneels down, arms wrapping around your thighs and bringing to his drooling mouth.

price keeps quiet, observing the way gaz experimentally licks a stripe up your sopping slit, taking in the way you gasp and jerk eat time he reaches your sensitive clitty.

he watches the way your hips start to chase more and more- eager for a friction that gaz is just too polite to give. so price stands up, walking to behind gaz. he grabs a fistful of his hair to which gaz groans deep into your cunt before pressing his face against your deprived core. “she’s not a porcelain doll, son. you gotta get in there.”

you shudder, hips humping poor Gaz’s face as he’s probably losing oxygen by the second. but you just can’t help it- not when it feels so. damn. good.

and when price things gaz can handle it on his own, he lets go. he knows gaz is a fast learner after all. price makes his way to your head, keen to the way you’re whimpering and sobbing? is that a tear?

he kneels down, palm pressed on your forehead. “Aww, poor baby. these are good tears, yeah?”

you nod furiously, “w-wanna…I’m- oh! oh! cum…cumming!”

and when you’re both a little too drunk on pleasure, he stands, sinking his cock onto your gasping mouth. his eyes flutter briefly, letting out a deep groan as he watches you writhe and quite literally feels you whimpering as you climax.

when gaz pulls away, he’s too memorized to notice anything but the way your pussy is practically begging to be fucked. his eyes are glazed over with one thought and one thought only.

price leans over the table, cock sliding deeper in your throat in the process. he flattens out his palm, running it down your stomach until he’s fingering your entrance. “give me your hand, kyle.”

gaz complies. price overlaps his hand with gaz’s, guiding it to your entrance. he pushes in two of gaz’s, and then one of his own.

Gaz watches in amazement at the way your pussy opens up so willingly for not one, not two, but three thick fingers. each pulse of your cunt is mirrored with a twitch of his dick, eager to feel the warmth around his own member.

price curls his finger, pushing against gaz who mimics the movement. “You feel that? that little spongey thing?”

“yes, sir.”

you let out a mewl, knees jerking close instinctively.

price delivers a sharp and firm slap to each thigh. “open up, soldier. keep ‘em there.”

he watches in wonders as your legs settle, complying with his orders before shifting his focus back to gaz. “You wanna hit that every time, understood?”

price withdraws his fingers, standing back up straight as gaz does the same. gaz takes his cock, pumping his length one and then twice before lining it up with your sopping puss.

with a deep and gutting moan, gaz fills you up with one firm press of his hips. his head drops back and he swears he’s seeing stars. he whines ever so softly, bucking his hips and burying himself to the hilt in your warm hole.

“how’s it feel?”

“l-like heaven, sir.”

it doesn’t take long before gaz’s hips chase the never ending reward of being engulfed in your divine. he’s panting, firm hands on your hips, bringing you to the base of his cock with every stroke.

price smiles in satisfaction, watching his mentee bloom with confidence. now that gaz is settled, he focuses back on you.

he withdraws his cock and it leaves a lewd string of saliva connecting it to your plump lips. “nice look you got there.”

he’s in fact referring to the way your eyes are glossy with need and the thin sheen of sweat of your forehead that only adds to the alluring mess. he runs his have over your upper body before finding home around your chest, letting his thumb softly trace over your perked nipples.

he slides his cock back into your slacked jaw, not thrusting, not rolling, merely resting it in your warmth.

gaz leans his body over yours, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as he desperately humps into you. and being the perfect rule follower he is- he’s thrusting right into the same spot over and over. thank goodness price was there to help him find it.

“Oh, baby- oh fuck, you feel so good. baby, baby, oh b-baby.” he’s whimpering into your ear, hot breath grazing your neck as if almost suffocating you.

price looks down adoringly, watching his two favorite subordinates completely in a euphoric high. there’s something so satisfying about the way you both are shaking with need and clumsily moving your bodies to get off on one another.

price withdraws his cock, stuffing it back into his pants before taking his seat again at the head of the desk. “Fast learners you both are.”

And in a broken unison, you both reply on instinct. “Th-thank you, sir.”

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boyfriend gaz who sort of has a thing for making you cry.

not in a mean way- he’s the sweetest and most perfect man you could ask for. He gives you “just because” flowers, he insists you never touch a door, and hell would freeze over before he lets you leave home without a kiss.

but he loves to kiss you fat tears away as he bullies his cock inside of you, his chin and lips glistening with your sweet arousal.

“I know, baby, I know, I know. Poor thing must be so sensitive.”

to which you nod and let out the cutest sniffle that makes his cock just jerk with excitement.

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Portal pussy with tf141 but it’s your job to figure out who has your pussy for the day.

You’re shaking and sweating, holding the base of the chair so tightly that your knuckles turn white. The circular sensation against your clit has been non stop and your brain is about to turn to mush because of it.

“You okay, love? You look tense.” You glare at price to which he gives you a knowing smirk. “Not too much now. I’m still your captain. Could send you to train the recruits if I wanted to.” There’s an intentional pause- as if to leave the mind to imagine. “although I doubt you’ll be able to demonstrate much in this state.”

You lift your hips off the chair in hopes to alleviate some of the friction but to no avail. A string of curses leaves your lips. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum.”

“Easy now.” Ghost chimes in. “Still in a briefing. Keep it professional, kid.”

“You could just take a guess- put an end to it.” Kyle so kindly suggests. There’s a few menacing chuckles in response. “Remember your forfeit though.”

And just like that- the sensation stops. It’s both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, you no longer have to climax in front of your team at a mission briefing, while on the other, your thighs are now rubbing against one another for any amount of friction that could just give you that relief you need.

Later in the day, Soap finds you curled up on a couch, clutching your lower abdomen and eyes just a little bit glazed over. “You look like shite.”

And you felt like it. “One of you fuckers has been edging me all day,” you mumble, pressing your legs so tightly together as if that would do you any good.

“At least you know it’s not me, you know I like to give ya what you want.”

You shoot him a glare- because Soap will let you cum. The problem is, that’s all he does. You’re climaxing at least once an hour when he has your pussy, and he’s not shy to experimenting.

He’ll grind the toy against the corner of his desk, he’ll hold it under running water, he’ll even go so far as to tie it to a vibrator as he’s sleeping just to make sure you’re left satisfied.

And the day will always end the same- soap locked inside his room while you’re banging for him with cute glistening tears, begging and sobbing for him to stop which just isn’t enough for him until you’re sitting in a puddle of your own arousal outside his door.

“C’mon, lass. Just take a guess.” He steps closer, lifting your chin with a finger. His eyes glimmer with excitement when he sees the way you’re practically looking through him and not at him. “You get it right, you get your cute cunnie back. And if you get it wrong…” he leans closer to your ear, “I’ll take ya first and you know I’m good at making ya cum.”

The offer is tempting, and you almost mutter a name in his advice but suddenly you gasp when you feel a low vibration make contact with your sore clit.

You hunch over, gripping the back of the couch. “What’s going on?” You don’t even have the strength to look up but from voice alone, you know it’s Gaz.

“Looks like someone’s having fun.”

Gaz’s eyes trace from a smug soap to a pitiful you. “What d’they got going on?”

Your voice strains as you try to speak. “V-vibe.”

Gaz nods in understanding. “Sounds like ghost or price. Me? I’m a traditional man.”

Soap snorts. “Oh, we know.”

Gaz, cursed at him, rolling his eyes with no real heat behind it. But soap was right. Gaz always talking about how he wants to meet the love of his life “naturally” and properly court her, have a romantic wedding, have two kids (one boy, one girl), basically he was traditional in every sense.

This includes in the bedroom where he doesn’t believe in the need for toys. Instead, he’ll plunge his fingers in your pussy till it’s sopping and crying, and then he’ll drink it all up with the tip of his nose pushing against the hood of you clit- all to do it over and over and over again.

The pair continue to argue but you drown out their voices as you feel that sinking feeling deep in your gut again. The vibrations are so perfectly pressed against your clit that it has you seeing stars.

It has to be price, right? The fingers from earlier were rough with experience but the movements themselves were patient and experienced. They move in perfect circles up and down your folds, playing with them like pages on a book before teasingly flicking against your clit.

Or is it ghost? It’s more likely for ghost to be using a vibrator than price. He loves his toys, has a whole fancy collection that are “just for testin’” he says. But usually ghost is a little rougher, isn’t he? So maybe it’s-

The thought is cut off when you feel a blunt, large head of a vibrator forcefully being pushed against your opening. Your eyes widen, and whoever is toying with you isn’t in the room but you instinctively scream anyways which draws the attention of both Gaz and soap. “waitwaitwaitwait- It won’t fit!”

God- fuck- it had to be him. It had to be. Oh shit, just say a name. Or is it price? No- he wouldn’t. Or? Fuck- you could literally count down the seconds as the head stretches you wider and wider and - “Ghost! Stop it!”

And just like that…it stops. And for a moment, it feels like time stops.

“Oh? Looks like we have a name.”

You’re panting for dear life, vision blurry as you curl up in the couch, oblivious to the rest of the team flooding in the room.

Price kneels by your side, placing a warm hand on your forehead and using his thumb to brush away the hair that sticks to your forehead.

Once you catch your breath, you roll over slowly. Your vision is a blur, but it gradually comes to focus and you recognize price’s look of concern with the rest of them peering over his shoulder.

“Did I get it right?”

The men pause, none of them giving it away, until you notice a twitch of Price’s mustache followed my an upward turn of a crooked smile. “Oh, fuck.”

A deep and amused laugh confirms what you already know and Soap is already taking off his belt, “I’m going first, lads.”

“Why do you go first? Price did all of the work.” Gaz retorts, finger twitching in retaliation.

“Called dibs. Didn’t I, lassie?”

Gaz lets out a sputter of disbelief. “Oi, You can’t just call dibs on something like that!”

“Her mouth is still open if you want it.” Soap is already at your legs, grabbing them by the ankles and pulling them apart.

Gaz’s jaw clenches in annoyance…or is it jealousy? He looks at Price, who gives him a fatherly shrug. There’s a moment of hesitation before he’s also undoing his belt, mumbling underneath his breath. “Bloody dibs…an idiot really.”

[lesserthan-3]

Johnny Soap Mactavish whos obsessed with your panties.

He’ll wrap them around your throat, pulling it back so it forces you to arch as he slams his hips into yours.

He’ll bundle them up into a ball before forcing them into your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure.

He’ll steal a few from your drawer to fist his cock late at night if you’re out for too long, cumming right where he imagines your pretty pussy to be.

He’ll fuck you with your panties still between you two, managing to get about a quarters way in before the fabric just cant stretch anymore.

He’ll stuff it in his pocket once he’s done, oblivious to the fact that he sometimes has bits of pink fabric peeking out when he’s around base - much to the surprise of his fellow peers.

He’ll show up with a package once a month - panties in red, lace, mesh, cheetah print, g-string, cheeky, anything that piques his interest.

It’s nice that Johnny has a hobby. Now if only you could get him to stop wanting to wear them himself.

[lesserthan-3]

“You’re totally faking it by the way.”

You look up, already annoyed because it’s Johnny soap mactavish, your roommates best friend that you find to be more of a pest than anything else.

“Excuse me? Why are you even here? Kyle’s out.”

He ignores the latter question. “That guy last night? Fakest moans I’ve heard in a long time.”

You throw your pillow at him “piss off.”

He chuckles, grabbing the pillow from you, “maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight if you just got a good lay in ya.”

Which is how you end up sprawled on your bed with two of soaps fingers sunken into your pussy. “T-this is only happening once by the way.”

He rolls his eyes, curling his fingers upwards at a nasty angle that causes your hips to buck. “Dinnae worry, Princess. I got the message the last four times ya said it.”

His fingers are thick and his palm is calloused as it slams against your clit with each pump of his fingers. You grit your teeth, refusing to believe that Johnny might be right and he in fact might be the best lay you’ll ever have.

“Tell me, doll. What was it like? Did’ya ride his face since he can’t eat ya out properly or is he not enough for a pillow princess like you?”

The scowl on your face tells him you have some choice words as a response but he quickly cuts you off. “Oh please, we all know you’re definitely a pillow princess.”

He leans down, blowing against your tender clit before suckling at it lightly. Your legs tremble, threatening to close but a gentle spank followed by a large palm pressing against your thigh keeps you open.

The build up comes quicker than you’d like to admit. Your shallow breathes don’t do anything to hide the fact that you’re about to cum.

oh god- you’re cumming…cumming, cum-

You gasp at the sudden removal of his presence. You look up in shock, finding a smug Johnny between your legs. By the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Fuck him.

“Beg for me, doll. Tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat all the time.”

You refuse. You might be teetering the edge of an orgasm but you still have your pride.

However, your refusal doesn’t put him off, instead he inches closer, fingers playing with your folds as if they were pages of a book. “It would be no fun if you were compliant anyways.”

You learn Johnny is a stubborn man- ruining orgasm after orgasm. He brings you to your high quickly, reckless demeanor contrasting with his precise movements.

Even when your pussy is squeezing his cock like it doesn’t want to let go, he finds the will to pull out and leave you shamefully pulsing around nothing.

He does this over and over and over- until you’re a sobbing mess. His name sounds so nice on your tongue followed by a broken “please” or “I’m sorry.”

But one isn’t enough. You’ve been a bitch to Johnny in the past, as he had been to you (but Johnny ignores this fact), and he plans on getting his fill all in one night.

Maybe if he can get you to admit he’s the best you’ve ever had, he’ll let you cum in the morning.

[lesserthan-3]

Johnny Soap Mactavish who bets sex with his girlfriend for the winner of no nut november without you knowing, confident that he’ll be the one to make it out on top.

What he doesn’t expect is the rest of the team giving their best performance to date.

He starts sweating by the last week, seeing Gaz going as far as to take cold showers or Simon volunteering for basic training just to avoid alone time in his room.

And throughout the month, you notice them make odd comments to you that you push aside. Social skills werent on the top of any of their lists by any means.

“You know my last girlfriend said I was the best head she’s ever gotten,” says Gaz. Weird brag. But alright.

Or price, “Should I buy more mirrors for my room? You like looking at yourself?” To which you respond, “it’s your room. do what you want.”

And then there’s Simon who doesn’t say much but who’ve you noticed has recently started getting into knot tying. Perhaps a new hobby.

It’s not until November, 29th does Johnny come up to you with that goofy nervous look and thin sheen of sweat on his neck that he gets when he’s hiding something. “Listen, lass. Y’know how I think yer so sexy…?”

You nearly punch him when he tells you his silly little bet.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be mad, hen. Y’know that turns me on and I still got one more day.”

His comment doesn’t help you calm down. If anything it does the opposite to which Johnny goes into damage control.

“It won’t be that bad! Ghosts a good lay! Ask the nurses, they love ‘em. A-and did ya hear gaz gives hell good head?”

Johnny sleeps on the couch that night which is probably for the best. But it doesn’t stop all the men crowding your door early on December 1st- coming to collect their reward.

[lesserthan-3]

Captain John Price who, after a shopping spree, makes his younger wife give him a fashion show of all the clothes he bought her before he fucks her in each outfit.

“Like the ruffles on this one, lovie. Perfect for grabbin’” he says as he pulls her back flush against his abdomen.

Or “didn’t know they made tops with zippers all the way down the front. Must be after my time,” with his hands slyly pulling the zipper lower and lower to expose more of her cleavage.

Even if the clothes aren’t perfect, they’re far too ruined with cum and sometimes a tear or two to return them. But it’s alright, John thinks his wife looks gorgeous in anything.

[lesserthan-3]

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💬 7  🔁 9  ❤️ 156 · athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime who has a crush on the sweetest girl. Hed never tell her though, hes just happy to be by

part two <3 I’ll probably post the full fic on here today/tomorrow :3

Iwaizumi is fuming. Never has there been such a blatant disrespect for his personal life! It’s been years since Iwaizumi has punched someone but it looks like that timeline is about to be cut short.

Mattsun sits across from him at the table, fiddling with the toy which Iwaizumi knows exactly what that’s doing. He gulps hard, trying not to give anything away.

“Why do you even need something like this anyway? Arent you fucking that girl you’re always around? What’s ‘er name again?”

Iwaizumi makes a swipe for the toy but Mattsun moves quicker. “Give it back.”

“This thing is nice. Firm texture, soft insides, feels like it’s— real.”

Iwaizumi goes pale from the insinuation. Does he know? No way he knows, but the glimmer in Mattsun’s eyes say different.

They bicker with Mattsun offering his services as a wingman and Iwaizumi who tells him to piss off but the conversation is cut short when Mattsun gives him an ultimatum.

So that’s how Mattsun ends up at your door while you peer over Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “He’s here to…help. He knows how to fix your problem.”

“Names Issei.” He cocks his head, leaning back while his eyes rake over you.

You’re nervous, but you’re so desperate to get rid of this sensation that you naively admit you’ll do anything to fix it.

“It’s simple, doll. Iwaizumi over here just has to out-fuck it.”

So you get on all fours, exposing yourself to your most trusted friend while he tries but fails to suppress the pink on his cheeks.

He shudders as he sinks his cock in you. It feels just like the toy but ten thousand times better. He’s so consumed on the idea that he’s “making love” to you that he completely forgets he has an audience…that is until-

“Cmon, how are you gonna fuck it out of her when you’re moving like my 80 year old grandpa?”

And as much as Iwaizumi wants to be a saint, he is only a man. He starts fucking you like the starved man he is. He’s living out his dream. Everything couldn’t be more perfect until he catches Mattsun moving out of the corner of his eye.

He sees Mattsun bring the toy to his tip. “What the hell are you doing?” He mouths, but Mattsun only nudges his head towards his friend, signaling him to keep going.

“I-iwa! Something feels weird! Oh god! S-something’s wrong!” But it doesn’t stop the odd sensation of another inch stuffing you full.

“I can’t! I-iwa wait! I’m gonna break! Please!”

Instead, Mattsun answers. “No can do, Princess. He’s gotta out-fuck it, remember?” And Iwaizumi watches in horror as he pulls the toy out to his tip, only to slam it down against his abdomen.

Morally, Iwaizumi knows it wrong, but the devil on his shoulder is telling him that your pussy hasn’t stopped clenching and you’re more than wet enough to accommodate.

So the two chase their individual highs, one driven by adrenaline and thrill and the other by passion.

You’re sobbing into the bedsheets, mumbling nonsense that’s muffled by the soaked sheets underneath you.

Stars flood your vision and all you can hear is the obscene squelches of your own pussy that’s slightly muted by an overwhelming ringing. You cant even tell which dick is Iwaizumi’s anymore, not when each climax turns your brain more and more into putty.

By the end of the night, you’re passed out and tucked into bed while Mattsun hands the toy over. “So, what are you gonna do with it?”

Iwaizumi stares down at the toy. He hadn’t even thought that far.

[lesserthan-3]

Tf141 who plays strip poker but they all gang up on you until you’re fully naked and the worst anyone else has gotten is a lost sock or shoe.

“No fair!”

“Ain’t our fault youre shit at poker. Now you know the rules.”

Gaz takes you first, biting his lip to hold back the sly grin he has as he sinks you down on his cock. “So pretty perched on a cock.”

His hands gently guide you back and forth, musing nothing but praises. “I’m almost there, baby. I know you want it. Can you feel you wanting it.”

Eventually he holds you still, rutting up into you while his thumb draws soothing circles on your hip. The others watch intensely before he slams you down, keeping your hips pressed firmly against him as he pours his release inside.

Gaz combs your hair out of your face, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before he peels you off. But not before he gives your cunt a gentle grope with the palm of his hand. “Thanks love.”

He passes you off to soap who’s been bouncing in his seat since you were in your undergarments. He’s quick to get you bent over the table before sinking his dick in with a deep groan.

He’s meaner than Gaz, insisting that you squirt for him before he lets you go despite you cumming multiple times. “I can’t, Johnny! Icanticanticant,” you sob, pussy puffy and swollen.

Soaps arm slinks down between your legs before his fingers repeatedly swipe across your poor clit. He has no aim, but it gets the job done and your vision nearly goes black as you’re leaking onto the edge of the table.

Soap grins victoriously. “So ye can do it. Fuckin’ liar you are.”

Then there’s ghost. He’s not trying to be an ass about it. It’s just that he’s so damn big that it’s bound to hurt no matter how many times Gaz and Soap have cum inside you.

He lifts you up from the underside of your knees, spreading you wide open before nudging inch by inch inside. “Nice view, LT.”

“Wish it were you, aye Johnny?”

Soap smirks. “Who? You or her?”

The conversation ends there, ghost too enthralled by the way his dick pumps out cum with every thrust. The position makes it perfect to see the tip of his dick bulging as he brings you down to the hilt.

“Fuck,” you pant, barely audible over those heavenly wails you let out.

“I know, doll. That’s what I’m doin’.” You don’t even have it in you to tell him to piss off and that’s exactly how he likes you.

Last is price, who lays you gently down on the table with a hand resting on each thigh. There’s no resistance as he slips his dick inside your warm and sloppy hole.

Immediately you shudder from oversensitivity, hands pawing at his abdomen to push him back but there’s no strength behind it.

He’s gentle, but the experience is there when he’s grinding up his dick to all the right places.

Two of his fingers scoop up the leaking cum (probably a mix of all three) before drawing delicate figure 8’s across your abused clit.

You squeak, legs tensing as sparks fill your vision. “There she is, nice and fuckin’ tight.”

And once he knows he has you teetering on that edge, he’s pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.

The table shakes under the intensity and it proves to be worth it when you’re mumbling gibberish in hysterics.

Price finally pulls out, patting your pussy twice as a reward. “Good girl.” And you don’t know if he’s talking to you or your cunt.

You feel a hand cup your cheek but your vision is blurry and every voice sounds as if you’re underwater. “Ya look like you’re seeing stars, lassie.”

“I’m never playing poker again.”

Your comment earns a few chuckles from the group. “Oh don’t be like that. You almost almost had us!”

“Kyle’s right. You’re improving fast. You’re bound to win the next one, soldier.”

It’s a lie. Price knows it. The group knows it. You know it. But it doesn’t stop you from playing the next week.