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what they don't tell you about writing is that you're gonna spend way more time moving those guys across a room than you ever thought you would

dogpuppy

captain john price who thinks you’re cheating on his with his lieutenant, simon riley, so he thoroughly bangs you in his office, making sure to leave visible marks along your jawline and neck which he’s usually so careful about.

he shoves your panties in your mouth, placing his firm hand on top to seal the sticky fabric against your tongue.

and when simon comes in for their pre-planned meeting, he’s greeted with the sight of your head hanging off of the desk and knees draped over his captain’s shoulders.

price commands him to stay, talking through infiltration strategies, potential threats, new shipment of weapons and new personnel changes as all planned. would have been a perfectly normal meeting had price not been rutting up into your soaked cunt the whole time.

and simon is blissfully unaware of price’s accusation, but more preoccupied with making sure his eyes don’t drift any lower than the captain’s stare.

so he sits stiffly, eyes shutting briefly as he hears you mewl when a sharp crack comes down against your clit.

and when price’s soften dick slips out of your abused and dripping puss, he finally peels the panties that are equally as wet with your saliva from your mouth.

that’s when you and simon finally get to explain that all the secret communication between you and his best man was to only plan him a surprise party for his birthday next week.

chemicalcyan

Anyway I think it’s obvious that rudy would be the kind of person that animals just automatically trust and want to be around. Stray cats and dogs, even the shy feral ones, always come right up to him and paw at his legs for scritches. Squirrels and birds will take food right out of his hand. Horses and donkeys trot over to say hi and nuzzle him as soon as they see him. Hell, even bees chase him, and butterflies randomly land on him while he’s in the sniper perch.

And it would be especially funny if he was actually quite nervous around most animals. Perhaps he was always scared of them, or he has some trauma from getting chased around his grandparents’ farm when he was small. But even now that he’s grown, he still gets freaked out by birds, pigs, bats, snakes, horses, cows, goats, mice, or any dog taller than his knee. He’s mostly okay with cats, as long as they don’t make any sudden movements.

Of course Ale and the vaqueros don’t torment him about it, they honestly do their best to keep animals away from him when they can, but it just makes it that much funnier that all manner of creature will still flock to him whether the animal can sense his dread or not. Depending on the situation and the animal coming at him he’s either freezing in place, nervously shuffling away, hiding behind Alejo, climbing onto the nearest table/crate/vehicle/person, or if he’s really cornered, an earnest and endearing plea for the nearest person to “just get it away from me.”

Ale will never, must never, admit to the amount of times he’s facetiously engineered situations where he gets to play hero for his beloved. Because what do you mean you left the chicken pen unlatched on purpose and now you have an excuse to princess-carry Rudy across the yard. Anything to make sure Rudy stays depending on him, I suppose.

gloomwitchwrites

Simon "Ghost" Riley who flirts by bluntly saying "I'm putting a baby in you."

but...

John "Soap" MacTavish asks "When are you going to let me but a wee bairn in ya?" with a wink and a flirty smile.

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Simon Ghost Riley thinks youre cute…like really cute. But ghost isnt the romantic type…hell, has he ever even asked out a girl? but he has time, he just needed to build up the confidence.

That is until his best friend gets his paws on you first. Johnny was quite the flirter. Johnny is like this with everybody, he thinks. What does surprise him is when Johnny admits hes going to ask you out. “Shes set me straight” he says.

So ghost just watches as his little crush gets swooped up by his best friend. It’s fine- he can handle an arm around the waist at briefings or a little footsie under the table in the mess hall but what drives him really up the walls is when theres a rhythmic banging against his and soaps shared wall mixed in with small and adorable high pitched mewls.

Ghost nearly crushes the chair as he grips the edge of his seat. His hands hold onto it tightly, they had to- or else they’d immediately be fisting his cock up and down.

It’s all been downhill since soap and you started dating. Ghost would show up to briefings with bags under his eyes, be constantly distracted, he’d even skip the team trips to the bar. And that behavior doesnt go unnoticed, especially to his best friend.

“What the hell is this, Johnny?” He asks, holding up what looks to be a fleshlight with a sloppily wrapped bow.

“A fleshlight, LT.” he says it so bluntly that youd think he was handing him a briefing memo. “Promise ya it’ll do ya wonders. Get that stress right off’ya back. Just try ‘er.”

What soap conveniently forgets to mention is that this isnt just any regular fleshlight, it’s a magical one that was connected to his adorable little girlfriend. He had bought it on a whim, definitely a scam he thinks, but was pleasantly surprised when it somehow ended up working and he could fuck you 24/7 even when you were out training or on missions.

Soap had his fun, and now he was willing to share- especially with his best friend.

Ghost has no intentions of using the toy. He swears. But his eyes do flicker to it when he hears the familiar mumble of “Ya look so beautiful tonight, hen,” through his walls.

Hes heard that line through these walls more than enough to know whats coming next.

Soap wouldn’t have to know. He could just rinse the toy, shove it back in the bag, and no one would ever have to know. That’s exactly what he kept repeating to himself.

Soaps voice rings through the walls again. “Look at that. Cute little cunny is taking my fingers so well, dont’ya think?”

Thats his breaking point. Ghost swipes the toy, lining it up with his stiff dick. In one motion, he sinks the toy to the base of his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, it’s tight, warm…heavenly.

Hes so caught up in the feeling that he misses the sharp scream that comes from the other side of the wall.

Immediately, hes bouncing the toy up and down his shaft. He swears he can feel the toy sucking him in. He closes his eyes, letting his head rest against the wall as he imagines it’s him who youre moaning for. “Oh god…oh god it’s t-too big!”

He knows it’s wrong, getting off to the sound of his best friend’s girl, but he’s been so well behaved up till now. What was wrong with a little self-care? No one had to know.

But these thoughts disappear quickly when the toy is practically milking him. His fist moves the toy enthusiastically, making sure the base presses firmly against his abdomen with every pump.

His brows furrow, slamming the toy down into him before spilling everything hes held back for the past weeks. He pants heavily, vision blurry and ears ringing. He feels his cock pulsing, unable to stop pouring more and more seed into the toy- so much so that it starts leaking out of his base.

By the time he settles in reality, he notices that it’s quiet. You and soap must be done too. He relaxes, that is until a sharp rap on his door startles him.

“One second!” He jumps out of bed, tossing the toy under a pile of clothes.

He opens the door. To his surprise, it’s Johnny. “So? How was it, LT?”

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Johnny Soap Mactavish who swats your hand away from your pussy as you try to save any form of dignity that you still might have.

“Dont cover her up, Bonnie.”

His thumb spams the camera button, taking sloppy shots of what you imagine to be an even sloppier pussy after how desperate youve become.

“Cant we just do it normally? Why do you always gotta take pictures?” You fight the urge to ruin his shots, knowing youd only prolong his little photo shoot if you impeded.

He snaps a few more, fingers scissoring you open to catch the puffy and cute pink of your obscene hole before tossing the phone aside. “Needae restock before the next mission. You know I can’t be without this cutie for too long,” he says as his fingers curl nastily into you, pulling out a high pitched mewl.

You don’t know why you had asked. You knew had the sex drive of a rabbit in heat and he made sure you were aware of it, sending you pictures of cum dribbling down his shaft and fist after pumping himself to his favorite photo album that hes so carefully curated (with your help of course).

Now Johnny is a generous man- so much in fact that when he sees his poor teammates suffering with the same pent up frustration that he once had, he has the brilliant idea to share the wealth. It’s not uncommon for 2 or 3 men to huddle around his phone, eyes glued onto the way your pussy stretches to accommodate three of soaps fingers as he scoops out his cum lodged deep inside you.

And if the mission extends for longer than most, soap will receive a surprise video of you lamely humping his pillow with his name on your tongue. Your soft and delicate voice contrasts with the filthy pool of arousal that soaks the pillow. That video is on repeat till every man’s dick is limp.

He was sure you wouldn’t mind. You were an empathetic gal at the end of the day and he knew youd feel for his fellow mates.

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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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part one

part two of reader who is an unfortunately a “too honest for their own good” drunk

somehow, with improper supervision, you manage to sneak a few for more drinks in that night which doesn’t help your state of mind as you’re being driven back home.

luckily, you’re passed out the whole ride which eases the worry of simon who has been subtly shifting around his stiffy the whole night.

finally, the car is parked, and you’re being nudged awake. “oi, can ya hear me? let’s get you some proper rest now, aye?”

your eyes flutter open to see gaz- such a pretty pretty face that you just can’t help but smile. “kyle…so pretty, so so so pretty,” you hum sleepily.

as if deja vu, soap stifles a laugh. kyle merely rolls his eyes as he unbuckles your seat belt, urging you to sit up so he can help you out of the car. “are you all coming up with me?”

soap turns around from the front seat, hooking his arm behind the drivers side to make eye contact with you. “just gaz and captain price, lass. someone’s gotta make sure you don get brain damage falling up the stairs.”

“shame. I’m gonna go touch myself to the thought of you all tonight.”

soaps eyes widen, and there’s a moment while he’s completely still as you get out of the car. then he’s fumbling with his seat belt, slightly too buzzed to undo it with any type of grace but he manages to stumble out of the car nonetheless, dragging ghost with him as he catches up to you, price, and gaz, on the way up to your apartment.

“seriously, soap?”

“hey, not to be dramatic but if she’s actually being serious, id blow my brains out if i didn’t see it myself.”

“obviously not. she’s gon pass out the moment she hits the bed.”

that’s when you interject- with the same impeccable honesty that you’ve had the whole night. “oh, I’m being so serious. what sounds hotter? being choked while sucking on the lieutenants cock or being eaten out by kyle till im crying of overstimulation? OR! what about the captain ordering johnny how to fuck me? ooooh that’s the one. promise I’m real good at taking orders, captain.”

“bloody hell…” murmurs price, unlocking your apartment door.

soap howls in laugher as he saunters into your place. “she’s unstoppable tonight.”

and when you plop on your bed, you’re already crawling to the beside table, pulling out a modest pink dildo from the drawer and shuffling your pants down.

gaz is trying to talk some rationality into that head of yours but it’s all kind of a blur as you sink the dildo inside your warm cunt.

when ghost finally walks in the room with a cup of water and soap right behind him, they both freeze immediately. “garrick! how could you let her do that?!”

gaz sputters, hopelessly gesturing in disbelief. “well what the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t touch ‘er like this! she won’t even listen to me!”

soap sighs, closing his eyes briefly as if praising god. “I knew I made the right decision,” he mutters, earning a smack in the head by his captain as he passes into your room.

“[x], you even know what you’re doing right now?” price speaks gently, making a strong point of keeping eye contact with you instead of looking at anything else.

you look up at him, eyes blurry with alcohol and lust. “faster, captain. order me to go faster, please.”

there’s a lump in his throat that he swallows down quickly. tension is high in the room as he watches in his peripheral the way your hand slows against the pink toy.

time slows as he exhales a deep sigh of regret. “faster, soldier.”

your body visibly curls at his command, and you hand immediately obeys.

and from there, it’s all downhill. soap is first, because of course he is. he insults your dildo, calling it a “mockery to the real thing” as he watches your eyes roll back while sinking in his own length.

he’s rough, as promised- holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth while his hips gradually bang you closer and closer to the edge of the bed where your head eventually hangs off.

coincidentally, it’s the perfect position for you to grab ghost by the belt loops, pulling him closer till his bulge rests right above your nose. conveniently, his zippers already down which gives you a perfect front row seat to the bulge you got a preview of earlier. “knew you were so fucking big,” you mumble against his balls.

Gaz’s curiosity gets the best of him and he inches closer unknowingly, watching the outline of his lieutenants cock slide down your throat which just looks so small compared to the girth being shoved down.

and if you weren’t already greedy enough, he’s close enough just for you to grab his length, urging him to buck his hips into your palm while explain how you want him to fuck soaps cum back inside your cunt next in between gargles and gasps.

your promise is soon delivered as soap spills into you with a grunt, relishing the way your pussy flutters as you welcome his seed.

you manage to pull yourself up, climbing on top of gaz and eagerly plugging yourself up with his length to prevent any more of soaps cum to escaping. and despite the filth, gaz doesn’t seem to mind watching a creamy ring disappear and reappear with each bounce of your ass.

then there’s price, whose length you’re kissing up and down while muttering words of thanks. “thank you, sir. love it so much- th-thank you,” you manage to say between little smooches against his shaft.

and despite being the lowest ranking member in the room, you continue to ask and they continue to follow. soon you’re humping against ghost’s mask, soaking it with his teammates cum. then, price is deep in you, holding you by the hips while you arch back to take soap between your lips-no limbs even touching the ground. they indulge in each one of your wildest fantasies, even the one where gaz cums in your mouth just to let him kiss it off your lips.

no one questions the rationality of any of the decisions made. no one counts the hours that pass until honesty gives way to exhaustion. and no one thinks of the consequences of tomorrow morning.

and whether “honesty is the best policy” still applies? that’s debatable.

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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.

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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.