#soap

[pyr0nie]

the sergeants grr

[cyberdrream]

(inspired by the toxic price and x vs y posts, by @rawme-price )

toxic price who cheats on you and then blames you... mmm.... mm.... its because you were pregnant and so so tired, weren't you love? and daddy just needed to get off, it doesn't mean anything, does it? who owns the house, and pays the bills? and you just nod, because yeah, you have been tired, and he does pay the bills and everything, and you can't even be there to let him blow off steam, so it's right of him to just blow off steam somewhere else. it's just blowing off steam, right? you guess, you can't tend to his needs, not when you're so exhausted and heavy with the pregnancy. and he's a captain, on the fast track to become a general, he deserves this. and it doesn't mean anything, right? it's just his secretary, and a pretty clerk, and a cute office worker, it doesn't mean much.

vs

gaz. who finds you sitting numbly in the hospital room, bed rolled to the window, cheek pressed against the cool glass, looking out into the rain. you're holding your daughter in a small pink bundle in your arms, but you look so devoid of any emotion, just staring. john's off with one of his secretaries again, can't even be fucked to stay for the first day of your daughter's life. she's pressed up against your chest, the room smells of milk and tears. the divorce has been coming for a while, but you'll have to send the papers, not like john cares about your opinion. kyle holds an ice cream sundae in his hands as he walks in, hot fudge drizzled over like he remembers from that one cookout at price's house. he sits on the bed next to you, and spoonfeeds you the sundae like his life believes on it. you fall asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he smiles at your daughter. he doesn't want you going anywhere near his CO again, and the promotion he's going to get to lieutenant means he'll have more time and wages to keep you two proper.

[wyvern-whiskey]

[simonriley09]

Soap who fucks you like you're gonna leave him if he doesn't.

He's a whore, wanting to grind his cock as deep as he can while fucking you into the mattress, making you scream and try to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.

You feel like you're dying from how good it feels, the hard, slow thrusts driving you crazy. You can't do anything but moan, thighs useless and limp, the bed creaking and groaning under you.

Your hand fists the sheets, tears ruining your makeup, throat hoarse from screaming his name as he continuously ravages your insides.

You've cum like what, 4 times already? Your pussy is raw, aching, taking pounding after pounding, your cervix is ruined, toes curled and then you feel his rough hand shove your face into the sheets.

Which makes you clench. Such a slut he is.

You can't help but pass out after the 5th orgasm is pulled out of you.

Once Soap is done with you he holds you close, smirking as he feels you whine and twitch as his softening cock presses against your lower back.

Inspired by this plink

[silverlullabies]

Dog hybrids needed stimulation. That was just biology.

Simon had read that somewhere, or maybe been told. Mental engagement in the absence of physical exercise. Keep the brain busy or the body would find something worse to do with itself.

He gave Soap your pussy portal when the dog hybrid was being too annoying for Ghost to handle.

That had been hours ago.

Soap was sprawled across his bunk, your pussy portal clutched in both hands, pressed hungrily to his face. His tail had been going since the first lick, steady rhythmic thumping that had slowed down now, gone heavy and languid, the way it did when he stopped caring about anything outside the immediate ten inches in front of his face.

He dragged his tongue slow and flat from bottom to top, gathered everything he found there, swallowed, did it again. Your cunt had been swollen for the better part of three hours, folds puffy and slick. He whined when you tightened, hummed when you softened, ears perking up when he made you gush against his tongue and tail thumped when he made you go still and shivery instead.

He sucked your clit between his lips and his tail thumped harder.

"Fuckin' hell, lass." The words came out muffled, half pressed against your folds. His voice had gone rough an hour ago, scraped raw from all the sounds he was making. Drool and slick had tracked down his chin and he hadn't once moved to wipe it. "Taste so good. Taste so- aye, tha's it- "

He drank down what you gave him with a sound that had no self consciousness in it at all.

His cock had been hard since the first ten minutes, sweatpants doing nothing, a damp spot worked through the fabric at the tip. He got a hand on it eventually, rough, impatient, barely enough, and when that stopped being enough he freed it entirely and lined the head up with your cunt and pushed in, hips rolling forward until the wet clutch of your cunt swallowed him to the root.

His jaw dropped open.

He bit his own forearm. Muffled something long and reverent into his own skin.

"There ye are," he breathed, when he finally could. "There- wee thing, look at ye, takin' me so- "

His hips moved before he finished the sentence. Short, hard thrusts, the kind that didn't have patience behind them. His tail had gone from lazy thumping to something frantic, whipping side to side, ears perked forward, pupils blown wide and dark as he watched your pussy swallow him down to his curls.

He bottomed out and held there, grinding, tongue lolling, a thin string of drool from his lower lip, completely unselfconscious about every single thing his body was doing.

Hours blurred. He’d pull out to lap at the cum he already pumped into your, tongue fucking it deeper, then mount the portal again. Rutting like a dog in heat, hips pistoning, balls slapping wetly against your cunt, cock aching more with every desperate thrust before slamming in deep and holding there, flooding your sopping pussy with thick ropes of cum until it leaked out messily around his shaft.

Then he’d pull free with a wet pop, only to start licking you clean again, over and over, never letting your poor cunt rest.

Miles away your thighs were clamped together, both hands digging in the couch cushions, a bruise already forming on your lower lip from three hours of biting it. Cum had tracked down to the back of your knee. Your cunt was swollen past the point of being able to track individual sensations, everything had blurred into one long trembling register of too much that somehow kept tipping over into more.

You had stopped being embarrassed about the sounds you were making an hour ago.

What the hell had gotten into your husband, Simon Riley, today? He wasn’t normally like this.

[berryberrygood141]

Minors Do Not Interact

Oh! Oh! John Price knowing you go nonverbal sometimes during sex so he just shoves his fingers in your mouth so there’s no pressure too talk!!!

Johnny Mactavish knowing so he just keeps talking and whispering to you the whole time!!! Saying he must just be that good

Kyle Garrick knowing so he just keeps making out with you the whole time!!! Touching all over you and licking into your mouth

Simon Riley knowing so he just has you face down most of the time!!! He’s grunting and groaning above you as he keeps you down with a hand on your back

(Alternatively, you make too much noise during sex so they all do this hehe)

[dvg-tvgs]

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pirate johnny who spots simons little mermaid. you haven't spotted him yet, holding onto the side of the ship as you stared at simon.

at first, he does nothing. he just watched you, your tail moving in the water. sharp teeth poked your bottom lip.

"fuck me, yer gorgeous" he mumbled.

a gasp left your lips. you turned to him, your eyes wide. a second later you were in the water and swimming away.

soap watched you go, a grin on his face. you'd be back. you always were.

you never swam too far from the ship. far enough to stay hidden and hunt when you needed to. no humans; you were on what your fellow mermaids would call a vegetarian diet.

it left you week, left you expending more energy to catch up to the ship when they began moving.

fuck, you were so tired by the time you caught up to them, chest heaving as you struggled to pull yourself up to the deck.

simon spotted you. it was out of the corner of his eye, so he didn't pay much attention, used to having you there.

but johnny saw. he saw your arms shaking as you slipped back, holding on by your fingers.

"easy, lass," he said and pulled you up onto the deck. he shed his shirt and wrapped it around your shoulders, covering your shivering body. "ive got ya."

you stared up at him through wide eyes. the eyes of a monster, some might say. but you were no monster. just a curious little mermaid.

soap sat on the deck with you, his arms around you. your closed your eyes as you rested against his chest and felt the unwilling change begin.

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