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killerkillerkillher · 1 month

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Bound to Fall in Love

Angel/Demon! 141 x reader

Tags: kidnapping, sacrifices, religious references, reader is too angry to die, reader commits murder lol, canon typical violence??, reader gets a kissy on the forehead, a tad crack-ish

Inclusivity tags: reader is referred to w he/him and they/them pronouns, no bodily description, no y/n

A/n: call my brain an apple w all the worms it's got. This was just a blurb at first, but I made room in there for me to potentially make it into... something I guess.

minors dni!

"Cole, I can't fucking focus while they're just... staring at us like that."

"Ignore it, Bess. We have to finish these candles."

You wish a bolt of lightening would come down and strike all three of you at once. Or maybe the building spontaneously combusting would be better. Anything, anything, would be better at this moment than watching your boyfriend and best friend work together to light a summoning circle after having tied you up in your sleep.

For a fraction of a second, you wonder if any gods are watching, if any of them would be willing to give you a boon and allow you one last chance to punch both of these betrayers in the face.

"Okay, okay, the book," Bess mutters, going to the pick up her ritual book from the coffee table you bought. Honestly, if they were going to try to sacrifice you somewhere, your living room is one of the most disrespectful places. Probably right under your bed room.

"I'm sorry," Cole has the gaul to look down at you with a face stricken with grief. Like you're dead already. "We didn't know what else to do. We're both in bad places and you've always been so good to us, so we figured-"

"You better hope this fucking kills me." You grunt. Cole's face melts into a glare. "Because if I'm still breathing, it's going to take more than Satan's intervention to save you from me. I swear on my mother." You jerk forward, making him jump back a step.

"Cole...?" Bess looks at you, then up at Cole with unease. Cole doesn't say anything for a second, sorting his feelings out with a leer before turning to her.

"Read the book."

He drags you into the middle of their pentagram while she sings Latin words off the old book pages. The candles flicker and waver before their flames grow twice as tall. Cole rolls you onto your back and pulls a knife from his back pocket.

"I meant it when I said I'm sorry," Cole mutters. You snarl, but don't jump at him like you want to.

"Yeah? Yeah, you're sorry? Kiss my ass!" You shout over Bess's reading. "If I'm still alive after this, I'm killing you and burying you in the fucking septic tank!" You crane your head up so you can see Bess as well. "Time to get some stuff off my chest, yeah? Bess, I fucked your older brother on the day we graduated."

Her eyes go wide, and she almost stops talking, but Cole shoots her a look that forces her to continue.

"And his friend Carl, the one you had a crush on. And Cole? I never. Fucking. Finished. Ever! You are the only person I've dated who couldn't get me off." Cole's hand's twitch around the blade.

"Are you serious?"

"Does now look like a time to- ack!" You don't get to finish because Bess finished the spell and it was time for your blood to fuel it. The blade buries in your gut, turning this way and that way at measured increments. You just lay there and twitch, breathy gasps falling from your gaping mouth, the pain only throwing fuel to the fires of your rage.

"Please, we call you here! Honor us with your presence!" Bess chants. Cole step away from you when the candles roar and your vision is filled with bright red and orange.

The ground beneath you rumbles. Whispers fill your ears, nothing you can ever imagine understanding, but something tells you they're other summoners. Or maybe little souls of those who were just where you are now, with a people sacrificing them.

It's odd, you think as blood soaks your back, your hair. You thought you'd be more scared in what could be your final moments. But there's only anguish where there should be fear. Only unfettered violent tension felt in your muscles, and a tongue hungering for iron and gore. You're jaw is wound tight enough to shatter your teeth.

If you could think straight, if you weren't about to die, you might be a little concerned. Never have you wanted to sink your fingers into someone's soft bits as much as you do now. This is normal, right? A normal amount of rage for the people taking your life.

Something in your gut tells you it's not.

In the fog of your rage, you missed the appearance of a pair of men above you. They hover, leathery plum colored wings sagging. One wears a leather strap harness across his chest, while the other favors an unbuttoned silk shirt. One of them looks at you curious as the fire dies, steam and copper colored smoke bellowing from his mouth. A thick cigar hangs on his lips.

"You came! There's... two of you?" Cole gawks, then falls to his knees beside Bess. You can't help but scoff at their sniveling forms.

"We did. There are." The one without the cigar brushes back his long mohawk to get a better look at the whimpering humans. They're nothing new to them, just another set of weak little things looking to get something without putting in the work for it.

Well, they might have had to put in the work to capture you, based on the way you still squirm and fight the rope keeping your arms together. So much blood has left you. You are going to die. Yet you spend your last moments doing what most humans find to be a waste of precious time. Being angry. It's interesting.

"What do you want?" The bearded one in the silk shirt grunts out around his cigar. Bess lifts her head just a bit to speak.

"We want to make a trade. A soul for a better life for us."

There's a moment of silence. You blink your heavy lids, growing too tired to do much else anymore. Both demons look back at you, then to the kneeling humans.

"They're not dead." They say at the same time.

Bess and Cole stiffen and finally chance a glance at you. You're bleeding, a glassy look to your eye and a smile on your face, but you're not dead.

"See, Bess?" You cough up blood only to swallow it back down, "what did I tell you? The cunt can't make me come and can't... can't even make me go."

The mohawked devil pops a wicked smile, not even hiding it from his would-be contractors.

Cole fumes. "I can finish the job. Fuck, am I going to finish the job." He stands, moving to step into the circle only to yelp, the invisible border around the summoning circle becoming visible if only to shock Cole back.

"Not so fast," the bearded one spawns a scroll in his hand. He's eyes glow a molten orange as he scans it. "Section 1, clause 3, part 19 states: executioner(s) must sacrifice one(1) human soul to contractee(s)... Let's see... Here it is: Sacrificee(s) must be dead upon arrival so that proper collection can be done. If sacrificee(s) is still soul bond upon arrival, then they are made the true contractor and all work will be conducted with them."

"In other words," the mohawked one grinned, "you should have went for the heart." He taps at his chest.

"Or the neck." The other devil offers.

"Or that vein in they're thigh."

"The sephenous, Johnny."

"Yeah, that."

"No, no!" Cole grabs at his hair as Bess looks like she's about to start crying. You want to laugh. They deserve the despair. They deserve the horror in their mistake. They were going to kill you!

"That means," the devils lean back to look at you. "You're our contractor. You get two requests at the price of one, human. I suggest one of those requests includes healing you." He flicks the ashes of his cigar on your leg. You don't even have to think of what you want most right now.

"I want you to untie me." You roll on your side. They wait for the rest. Cole and Bess look like they're going to shit themselves from the pale faced looks of terror they give you. Your eyes narrow. "And a hammer. A old fashioned iron and wood handled hammer."

Another beat of silence before the infernals bend over in laughter. The room shacks, sulfuric smoke pouring from their mouths to funk up the room. Cole tries to cox Bess to her feet while they're distracted. Their feet can't move though. It's like they're glued in placed and no amount of pulling and tugging could get them loose. Shame.

"Yer a funny one, love. I'll love having your soul for a few eternities." The one in leather floats over you, tilting his head this way and that way to get a good look at you. You settle him with a neutral look. "My name is Johnny. You sure that's what you want? I think you've only got a few minutes left in you."

"Then let's hurry this up a little, huh?"

"Ooh, you heard 'em." The cigared one snickers and snaps his claws. Two contracts appear in front of your face, both written in a language you can hardly comprehend. A pen appeared in front of your mouth. "Sign on the dotted line please."

You take the quill in your mouth, dip it in the blood beneath you.

"Rah 'ere?"

"Mhm."

You lean forward to dot the paper with your sloppy signature, but bizarrely enough, it seems like the powers that be have decided that they haven't made enough appearances. The floor trembles, and you worry about your poor infrastructure for a fraction of a second, when a set of gold doors spawn right behind you. You roll back onto your back to intake everything. You swear you're hallucinating when a pair of white winged angels step out, the clouded blue of heaven at their back.

"Hello?" You greet stupidly. You must be losing your mind, right? What the fuck is happening.

"Do not sign a thing." The bronzen angel instructs. "Human, we are here as messengers. God sees great things for you in your ascension. Please do not squander that to these demons." He shoots a sharp look at the demonic pair. The angel's counterpart wears a white cloak, obscuring all but his glowing golden eyes. You half expect him to sing "Be not afraid." despite you actively shitting bricks.

Oddly enough, their appearence seems to have some sort of healing property. Your lethargy starts to clear and the blade in your gut starts to get pushed out. Nothing hurts anymore.

"Oh, so we've got a big soul on our hands here, huh?" Johnny smirks. "Price, what's the plan?"

Price the devil throws his cigar to the ground and crushes it.

"Do what we do best. Bargain."

"Don't play with us, Price." The shrouded angel grunts. He's got a mind piercing voice that's got your head ringing, and you swear it echoes despite the room being well furnished. "We can provide them with just as much, if not more, at no cost of their soul." Those gold orbs land on you. "All we ask for is your faith."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You tug at your bonds with renewed vigor. The angels wince at the mention of their Lord, but only watch as you force yourself upright. "I could not give a rat's ass who gets what! How about this? First one to get me free and a hammer in hand gets my loyalty."

There's two resounding snaps from either side of you. The ropes disappear, a hammer is in your left and right hand. You don't think deeper on what that implies. You finally stand, dropping the hammer in your nondominant hand, and march over to the two people you thought you could trust. They kneel now, seemingly ready to beg for their souls.

"Come on, don't look scared now." You drop your hands on your hips. "What happened to you finishing the job?"

"I didn't want-"

"Say it with your chest." You poke his breast plate with the iron hammer head.

"I didn't want it to come to this!" Cole yells. The divine audience doesn't say anything about it. They watch you curiously as you bounce the hammer in hand. Your soul is visible to them. What should be a glowing ball of light is a red and white morning star, all sharp edges and pulsing like a heart. Your soul will certainly not end up with the others, that much is true.

"I just... I couldn't keep up with you! Your life style, the way you act, your job. I never left good enough. Bess expressed the same thing and we just... clicked. We would have just left, but we could have never lived without struggling, so we just..." He swallows. You can't look at him anymore, hands clenching at what he says next. "The book called for someone we cared for."

''That supposed to make me feel better?" You tilt your head. Cole winces, eyes falling on your feet. You look to Bess. "Thought you were better than this. You were going to kill me. Because what, I was happy? I loved both of you, you could have just talked to me."

"We're sorry! What more do you want?" Bess sobs. You straighten up, bouncing the hammer on your hip, acting like you next action is something to deliberate. You already know what they deserve, and a flash of sadness bubbles in your chest, but it quickly passes as a hot, searing emotion burns a hole into what little hesitation you had left.

"Reckon I want your souls after all the shit you've caused." You grin before swinging the hammer back and caving in Cole's chest.

"Fuck..." is all you can say after everything is done. Cole and Bess lay in a bloody heep, all recognizable features destroyed and crushed. You pant, hands trembling and nothing but white noise and static crunching around in your head. You just killed your best friend and boyfriend. For some reason, you've never felt so light.

Someone's whistle gets followed by a clap.

"Impressive. Done that before?" Johnny chuckles. He floats closer, hand running down your back as he moves past and pokes around the pulped organs. "Shite, did them right in. Can't tell which is which."

"I've never-" you start to answer, but hands are clapped onto your shoulders, shocking you into silence.

"Well, that was a good place to start, lad. Your swings were a bit sloppy, but we can fix that." Price squeezes at your trapezius, massaging the stiffness out of them. A throat clears, and Price sighs like he forgot there was other company.

"We aren't finished. The human is our ward now, Price." The uncloaked angel snaps his finger, pulling you from Price and making you spawn between the two angels. The bronzen angel smiles down at you with teeth so white you could damn near see your reflection.

"There you are. It's nicer to have you close. My friend here is Simon and I'm-"

"Come on, Kyle, you know he's ours!" Johnny spits, his wings flaring out. "We gave him the hammer first, so piss off."

"Uh...huh." Kyle's smile falls. "I think you're a bit mistaken. Look, after executing the human's request, I have his name here." A stone slab appears in front of your face. It's smells like sunshine and warm grass. What the fuck. "His pledge to the Lord has been set and his soul already has a place next to Their throne."

"Right, right, like we don't have documentation neither." Johnny huffs. The stone disappears as a scroll appears next to the devil. The smell of sulfur and smoke wafts over to you. "His name is right there, pretty boy. Getting yer fuckin' lookers on."

Kyle ignores the rude tone and does pull out a pair of reading glasses to go over the scroll. You stand there in the silence, a little too scared to speak up. What could you do anyway? In a blind anger, you didn't really have the mind to think any of this out. Angels and devils are fighting over you because you'd stupid ass was too blood hungry to think past murder. All that can be done is for them to figure this out amongst themselves, and for you to wait for the sentencing. Heaven, or Hell?

"...Simon." Kyle slowly pulls his glasses off. "This is legit. His soul is promised to all of us."

You glance up at Simon, the scary motherfucker. He blinks. Once. Twice. Then pinches the bridge of his nose with a hagard sigh.

"Shit."

That's not good.

Johnny laughs, Price grinning like a dog with a bone. Kyle marches over to you, patting your shoulders with an awkward smile. His demeanor reminds you of the way your mom acted when she said she was going to divorce your dad. And all you can think is "Not this again." Are you going to be spending your afterlife going between heaven and hell forever? Does God get weekends because Their day is Sunday or whatever?

"We need to go and talk this over with some superiors. We'll clean this up," Kyle snaps and the gore is gone, so is the ritual circle and candles. "And we'll get back to you in the morning." He places a feather light kiss on your forehead, and suddenly you're squeaky clean and in the softest set of pajamas you've ever worn. "Stay safe while we're gone and don't allow these two to influence you. Get some rest."

"Blah, blah, blah," Johnny mocks from the sidelines. Price tilts his head, and there's nothing but amusement behind those eyes. Yeah, this is exactly like your parents divorce.

"O-okay? I mean, I'll try." You shrug.

Simon nods. "That's all you can do." He steps back into the golden doorway and Kyle falls in stride. You make some distance, and with a final wave from a white toothed angel, the doors shut with a slam that shakes the house's foundation.

"Just you and us now, stud."

You turn with a comedic slowness to the devils. Price chuffs and floats forward. His assess you, takes you in in all your fluffy white pajama glory, and it seems he finds what he wants when he nods.

"Guess we've got to talk with top brass to see what's going on ourselves. Pity we couldn't stick around longer." The devil's eyes never meet yours, staying glued to various parts of your face. They hop from ears, to your eyebrows, down to your lips. Christ on a bike, is it getting hot in here? His blue, glowing cerulean eyes appear to flash with something.

"Shite, yer right." Johnny groans. "I hate going down there."

"Suck it up, love. You know how I feel about sharing." Price drops his interest in you like an old toy and takes Johnny close by his waist. You watch with a lead poisoned stare as their noses touch intimately, words you can't hear being exchanged. It's kinda of awkward to just stand there and watch but your brain isn't really functioning well enough to tell you to stop.

"Hey, stud." You blink, refocusing on the pair. Johnny seems to have climbed his partner, his legs on his waist and arms around his neck. Price makes busy opening a portal to hell in your livingroom with one hand, supporting Johnny under his ass with the other. "Sit pretty, yeah? 'll be back before those two arseholes, promise."

"Right... yeah." You nod. "Uh, be safe?"

"Be safe, he says." Price mutters. "Cute." Johnny waves until Price steps through the infernal hole and falls from view. The portal closes right behind him so you'd have no hopes of seeing anything but the red hue of smog and dust.

And here you are. A little dazed, a little sad, probably holding back a break down from the last hour of events. But you're alive and you're healed. There's no blood to clean, you're in comfortable pajamas. Could probably sleep right now if your brain would stop for a minute, but it doesn't look like that's in the plans.

So you look for something to do. Cole and Bess and moved around all your furniture to make the summoning circle. Guess you can start there, right?

#ghost mw2 #price mw2 #cod modern warfare #gaz mw2 #soap mw2 #call of duty #angel/devil au #141 x reader #141 x male reader #poly!141 x reader #let me cook!#LET ME COOK!

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keeganbrainmush · 1 year

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Going down on the 141 for the first time. ; Gender Neutral reader

Sorry if they're short, I wanted to get these out quick cuz I might be leaving for a while. Wanted to make sure I left you guys with something:)

Why is Price so hard to write for I hate it but I lobe him. But guess who I enjoy writing for the most

Tried my best to make this gender neutral, if you find any mistakes please tell me so I can fix it!<33

navigation.

Simon " Ghost " Riley

Simon was shy at the thought of you giving him head for the first time. He very much prefers to go down on your instead, but you were insisting.

The most sensitive part of him is the underside of his tip, make sure to give it extra attention if you want him begging.

How could he say no? But Lord was it hard to take him. Simon was horribly thick. Well not horribly, made you feel amazing, but unfairly thick. Which is why Simon was nervous of you going down on him, he knew he was big. Cocky asshole.

Simon sat on the edge of the bed as you were on your knees between his thighs. You gripped onto one of his thighs as you slipped his cock between your lips, swirling the tip with your tongue. He gripped the sheets, his thighs tensing up. You rubbed circles onto his skin where your hand was planted, trying to take more of him into your mouth. Tears started prickling at your eyes as you tried your best not to gag. Simon moved a hand down to your cheek, ready to wipe any tears that would fall. " Love, We don't have to do this today. Its okay if you can't do it " He reassured you, his deep voice husky and thick with british accent. Can't do it? Although he was trying to comfort you, you felt a new surge of determination at his words. Simon gasped for air as he felt you suddenly take him deeper in your wet mouth. He arched his back feeling your tongue flatten against the shaft and your cheeks hollow out. " You're so good for me. " He praised, panting as his brown eyes were glazed with lust, silently begging for more.

John " Soap " MacTavish

Absolutely jumps at the idea. He loves getting blown, the feeling of a warm and wet mouth around him makes his brain melt. He has an oral fixation.

Theres one specific vein on his dick which is super sensitive, so use it to your advantage.

Obviously he still enjoys going down on you, taking you cum on his face or down his throat is a sort of validation for him. Was overwhelmed when you started sucking him off, your hollowed out cheeks and flattened tongue on the sensitive vein on the bottom of his cock making him see stars.

John looked down at you with his icy blue eyes. He shuddered as he felt himself hit the back of your throat. You shuddered and breathes through your nose, trying your best not to gag. You both were sat on the bed, John leaning against the pillows and you between his spread legs. He tried his best not the thrust his hips up, he really did. But the warmth of your mouth made his brain fuzzy. John mindlessly let little thrusts up into your mouth, causing you to gag. The sudden tightness made John let out a choke and brought a hand up to his mouth to try to muffle any further moans. You brought a hand to his hips to hold them still, continuing your ministrations. Johns was putty in your hands (mouth is more accurate.) by the time he came, his thighs shaking and drooling as he babbled out barely recognizable words of thank yous and I love yous.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

Kyles thighs are SUPER sensitive, random headcanon thrown in there.

Just massaging them and kissing them will have him squirming. So when you finally brought up the fact you wanted to give him head, you got the idea of touching his thighs during the process.

He loved it, he practically had stars in his eyes the entire time. His pretty back arched and his brown eyes locked on your every move.

Kyle shuddered as he felt his boxers being brought down to his ankles, his half-hard cock being hit by the cold air. He was sitting on the couch with the TV on with you between his legs. You had his thigh in one hand, rubbing circles into it as you stroked him a couple times, rubbing precum around him. He let out a soft moan, and Jesus, were his moans pretty, looking down at you with soft brown eyes. You spat on his cock, slicking it up before taking him in your mouth. Kyle gasped at the sudden warmth as you took him inch by inch. He gripped at the back of your head out of instinct, curling his fingers into your hair. You stopped only until your nose was nestled into his pelvis, then beginning to bob your head up and down. You blinked away the tears in your eyes, brows furrowing together as you were focused. You had a death grip on Kyles thighs, your nails digging into them as he arched his back, his eyes rolling back.

John Price

John was skeptical of the idea, he loves giving you head. And any chance to pleasure you which ended with any of your cum on his face nearly makes him cum untouched in his pants .

The most sensitive part of him are his nipples, just having them twisting between your fingers or in your mouth has him begging for more instantly.

He was squirming under you, his back arched in a beautiful angle. Your fingers were curled around his thighs and squeezing while his cock hit the back of your throat. " Fuck, (Name).. " He gasped out, gripping onto the sheets above his head with one of his hands while taking a hand down to one of yours. Thinking he wanted to hold your hand, like her normally did when you two had sex. Shocked when he instead grabbed your hand and brought it up to his chest, looking at you with his pupils blown. You looked up at him, trying to process what he wanted. Suddenly getting it, you continued to slide your mouth up and down his cock repeatedly as you grabbed ahold of his perked nipples and started twisting the bud between your fingers. John let out a deep groan as his brain went fuzzy with pleasure, letting out small high-pitched whimpers as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro mother fucking Vargas.

Good Lord, Does he love getting head. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your neck made his brain short circuit when you finally offered to go down on him. His teeth gritting as he forces himself to not grab your head and use your mouth as his own fucktoy.

But he loves you, and he'd only do that when you let him. His more sensitive spots are his stomach and his nape. Whenever you fucked him from the back or are just usually cuddling, rubbing the back of his neck or his abs would make him let out a quiet, almost inaudible groan.

Alejandro let out a high pitched moan as you gave his tip kitten licks, his brain sparking as he felt your hand rubbing over his toned stomach. " What's wrong, Ale? " You asked, looking up at him innocently as you continued to rub patterns into his belly. He mumbled something, looking away from you in embarrassment. " What was that, Love? " You asked, pulling away from him in a teasing manner, placing your hands on his thighs. " Please.. Suck me off. " He muttered, a shiver going up his spine as he realized the explicitness of his words. You smiled up at him. " Was that so hard to ask for, now? " You cooed, grabbing ahold of his cock once again and bringing it near your parted lips and slipped it inside. He let out a moan, huffing heavily as he tried to compose his mind. He was always doing the teasing, why couldn't he think of anything now? When you were most vulnerable, with his cock inside your mouth? He thought to himself while his stomach twitched as he felt your tongue flattening against his shaft. " I love you, Mi Amor. " He whispered out, his eyes rolling back as he felt the coil in his stomach begin to tighten.

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denziezwhattfuck · 1 year

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M!Reader with his shirt off infront of 141 and Los Vaqueros

You wanted to eat something, your stomache rumbled, It was morning and you felt hungry, you were laying down on your bed with a shirt off thats what you usually do at night sleep with no shirt off you felt It was nice. You got up stretching yourself out watching the floor for like minutes, wore your slippers as you walked out of your quarters. You were scratching your head yawning getting something to eat from the fridge, the team had gone to a morning jog altogether early in the morning you'd join sometimes but sometimes you wont since you dont feel joggingg. They'd usually go hours jogging from outside the base and sometimes they'd come back 10 or 11 AM, you didnt mind though, you were being lazy didnt really bother putting on clothing, then you heard a door open, they finally arrived sweaty wiping the sweat off their face with a towel, you shrugged It off and continued on getting food for you to eat, Ghost was the first to see you as he heard something from the kitchen went to go check and saw you shirtless, "(Y/N)?" You turned to look at Ghost with a towel around his neck, you hummed while grabbing spoon full of cereal then shoving It in your mouth, Ghost was blushing behind his mask seeing your gorgeous body in display, those curves he admired, the rest of the team went Ghost, as they went beside him they saw you peacefully eating cereal with your whole body for them to see, Konig covered his eyes blushing madly behind his mask just by a glace of your body, Price looked from the side blushing, Soap had his eyes on your body the whole time blushing furiously, Graves covered his mouth with his hands blushing, Alejandro was standing still looking around trying hard not to get distracted by your structure, Rudy who covered his whole face covering the biggest blush on his face, Ghost who stood there smirking behind his mask, your eyes looked at as you saw your team stood infront confused on why they had their faces red, "Are you guys okay?" You questioned, "Y-yeah were fine dont worry.." Rudy said as he didnt show his face to you scratching his head whilst looking down on the floor, Konig nodded rapidly, "Did you forget to put a shirt on or.." Soap asked still blushing madly from the site, "Oh, I was just lazy putting a shirt on plus I was really hungry so I immediately went outside to get some food." You smiled continuing on eating, the team felt It was unreal to see your body It was too edible, Price went to go grab one of his tshirt's putting It on the table still looking at the sides, "Put a shirt on soldier.." You noticed that shirt he'd given to you was his and had a clichè line on It, you nodded as you stopped eating cereal a bit putting his shirt on, It felt oversized but you didnt mind as It felt comfortable, "Thanks, Captain." You winked and chuckled.

"You cant see what you're making us feel.."

Quite enjoyed writing this sorry If I got something wrong in detail on here :))

#ghost #soap #rudy #codmw2 x male reader #codmen x male reader #simon riley x male reader #141 x male reader #Los Vaqueros x male reader #john mactavish x male reader #rodolfo parra x male reader #konig x male reader #graves x male reader #john price x male reader #price x male reader #alejandro vargas x male reader #alejandro x male reader #mlm #gay

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a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5 · 3 months

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Have I ever even touched a COD game in my life? No.

Do I plan to? Who knows.

Am I smitten with 141 and crave male reader stuff, so want to offer it? Very much.

I just hope no one cares if I get them wrong lol

#cod x male reader #141 x male reader #poly 141 x male reader #male reader #ghoap x male reader #john price x male reader #soap x male reader #ghost x male reader #gaz x male reader #full disclosure i know the least about gas stop i might not offer him until i know more but he seems sweet and goofy #also polyam very very likely i need more polyam stuff

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miguel-owhora · 4 months

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referring back to my war deity!mreader/harbingers!141 ,

yk how gnome came up w the wonderful idea of 141 having an animal form? in my little opinion, their harbingers form? well, what if you had one, too?

sometimes, when war ravages on, you take the form of the angry storm clouds up above, the lightning that crackles in the heavens like a whip your laughter and chant for more, for a continuous, as you watch the mortals tear each other apart. you are the smoke that dances with the soldiers, slipping into their lungs and blocking their vision, whispering into their souls and pushing them onwards.

only when you leave the mortal plane does the smoke disappear, too, revealing the consequences of war in all its beautiful glory. corpses laying around the fields, torn and shredded, dead with no real glory. houses and fields burning, gunpowder and other toxins contaminating the water and crops. all a pointless war, all another day, your harbingers descending on the land and raking their viciousness through the world, leaving a wake of trembling destruction and a repeating pattern.

sometimes, however, you take another form, one when the aftermath of war has made you greedy and vicious yourself. a towering, large, thick-furred boar with harsh eyes and even harsher tusks. the blood of the mortals, gods, too, coating your thick fur, your hooves leaving trails of bloody hoof prints behind as you ravage your way through another war, your boys following right at your heels and spreading the consequences all across the lands. there is only death and destruction when you take the form of an boar, one that lingers decades after, that leaves everyone weak and scrambling to find hope.

perhaps that's why mortals are so cautious around wild boars - though they forget you exist, there's a deeply engraved instinct in their brains that make them cautious ; a gift from the gods, a reminder that actions have consequences.

a reminder that it's in their best interest not to provoke the wild boar.

#task force 141 #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader #141 x male reader #john price x male reader #simon ghost x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader

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its-ares · 1 year

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— Incorrect Quotes

M/N, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Ghost: You did WHAT–

Soap: William Snakepeare

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M/N: HELP! I TOLD GHOST I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Soap, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Soap: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

M/N: Looking right because you left

Gaz: Looking up cause you let me down

Soap: Looking down cause you fucked up

Ghost : Fucking hell.

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M/N: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Soap: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

M/N: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING GHOST WITH ME

Price, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Price: Favorite horror movie?

Gaz: It

Ghost : Saw

Soap: Annabelle

M/N: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Alejandro: Rudy and I don’t use pet names.

M/N: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Alejandro: Honey?

Rudy: Yes, dear?

Alejandro:

M/N: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Alejandro: I know you snuck out last night, M/N.

Rudy: Play dumb!

M/N: Who's M/N ?

Rudy: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

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Price: Are we really going to let Ghost keep M/N?

Soap: We kept Gaz.

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#cod x male reader #141 x male reader #incorrect cod quotes #incorrect quotes #los vaqueros

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trashy-tries-writing · 1 year

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Hii! 🍄Anon is back!!

You said you welcome requests for and about Ravine, right? So I was wondering if I could ask about some of the cod mens reaction to Ravine being a GOD TIER cook?🤤 Like no one would expect him to be able to make such delicious meals but when he does, one bute and you are literally sent to the Gates of heaven. Like you are GONE! Unless you think he's an absolute awful cook? Which in that case just do the opposite. I feel like there be at least one person who would eat his cooking no matter how awful it is (Cough Soap Cough).

Like most people food is the quickest way to my heart so I feel like this be an interesting situation!🍕

Anyways thanks again for liking my dumb random babbles about how cool i think Ravine is! Have a cookie for your prize! 🍪

(Omfg it’s so hard to write with no motivation, jesus 💀 Anon I am so sorry for the wait and if this is a little disappointing😰)

Hi hi 🍄Anon👋

(Thank you for the cookie 😋)

Ravine is a pretty good cook since he took many job offers he could get to earn money for his daughter’s surgery ( Oop he had a daughter?! <o< )

(Soap really be trying not to hurt anyone's feelings but his own taste buds. I feel like Gaz would leave it in his mouth and then spit it out when the cook isn’t watching🤣🤣)

It must have been a hard month for Ravine to volunteer to cook. He sees the team starting to slouch and drag their feet across the dirt like dead weights. At the end of the month they were moving around like shrimps.

Ravine made a whole list for each individual of 141; Los Vaqueros and decided to cook their favorite. (No one will ever know how he got that information.)

Soap is the first one to leave his room and follow the heavenly scent slowly filling the area, then Gaz, Alejandro and the rest.

They are surprised to see Ravine standing in the kitchen and moving around like it was the back of his hand.

The longer they stare from the doorway the more some eyes trail down his body. The sleeves of his t-shirt barely showed the skin of his arm that was hidden behind arm sleeves and his muscles bulged with every move.

Alejandro was tempted to whistle at the back view but Rudy, who had known him for a long time was shaking his head at him but didn't say a thing otherwise.

Gaz slowly steps closer to the cook, commenting how good it smells, to hide the fact he wasn't even eyeing the food in the pan but his arm sleeves that squeezed his biceps just right.

Soap leans away from the doorway to join Ravine's other side, his gaze drifting from the pan and spatula to his hands that were freed from the gloves he always wore. He licks his lips unconsciously at the gracious view gifted to his eyes.

Ravine seems to have different thoughts.

"Out."

"...Huh?"

Gaz and Soap find themselves kicked out of the kitchen with the door closed on their faces. It earns them a chuckle from the others at their expressions.

In Ravine’s eyes the kitchen was just another battlefield, one mess would trigger a second and third. Especially with the giant knives around, Ravine rather not have blood spilled.

The team find themselves at the table and they can’t believe their eyes at the various food displayed in front of them. They all subconsciously turn towards Ravine who leaves the kitchen with a plate of his own.

Rudy kindly asks him if he was going to eat with them but feels disappointed when the cook shakes his head.

He points inside the kitchen at the fridge, “Desserts.” and leaves the amazed group to eat in his room.

Ghost turns his eyes back at his plate and takes a mouthful. It felt like he was eating at a really fancy restaurant, not that he would ever go to such a place.

They serve a giant plate with one bite of food on it and then make you pay over 1000. Such a waste of money. Compared to that Ravine’s food was actually to die for and he would actually pay him that much to cook for him again.

Gaz kind of feels emotional. After such a long and rough month, homemade food was the best for the tiring heart. It was even better when the food tasted like it was cooked by a god.

With each bite, more saliva fills their mouths and a groan of satisfaction leaves them.

Soap swears he saw angels for a second.

Alejandro couldn’t stop complimenting with his mouth still full and Rudy nodded alongside him, both feeling like they were flying among the clouds, weightless and light as a feather.

Soap was the most curious about Ravine. Well, he was the one who showed his interest more verbally and visibly.

The men have so many questions and their curiosity slowly drags them to the depths.

Like is there anything Ravine couldn’t do??? The perfect soldier, a cold looking man but didn’t shy away to show kind gestures. And now they find out that he definitely worked as a chef before and now they want to know more about his life before he became a part of the military.

Hell even Ghost shared more than Ravine ever did and some of the men met Ravine waa-ay before the others.

The food was wolfed down and the plate almost licked clean. (Soap definitely licked it clean without any shame.)

They felt more energetic than the hellish month started and felt thankful for Ravine’s kind gesture. It just bothered them that Ravine was eating alone in his room again, probably working on engine stuff they did not understand while they were sitting in the cozy atmosphere with each other’s company.

Price steps away from the group to check up on the lone man, a bowl filled with watermelon and mango in his hand.

He knocks on the door and waits for Ravine to let him in.

Price can see the plate on his desk, not even halfway done eaten with stacks of paperwork on the other side. He pats the soldier on the back, sighing slightly before telling him to take it easy for once.

“Aye.”

He leaves the fruit bowl beside his dinner and feels content when Ravine visibly perks up. A soft smile spreads on Price’s lips and he would have ruffled his head but the helmet was in the way.

“Enjoy son.”

Extra:

Rudy and Gaz didn’t let Ravine back in the kitchen when they saw him at the sink, about to clean everything himself even though he made such an effort to cook 6 different dishes for them.

They wanted to hug him because it was really delicious but Ravine was already backing away when they inched closer. So they shut the door softly on him so he wouldn’t come back to clean.

Soap and Alejandro really want Ravine to cook again but don’t want to bother him because he’s always busy with something else.

When they find out Ravine likes watermelon and mango, they definitely went to buy more so the fridge was always stocked with it.

Ghost lent a helping hand to Ravine whenever he could to thank him for the wonderful dinner.

Price makes sure he has less paperwork if he can help it.

#MW2 #cod mw #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod x male reader #mw2 x male reader #x male reader #141 x male reader #John Price #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Simon Ghost Riley #John Soap MacTavish #König #Phillip Graves #Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Rudy Parra #Los Vanqueros

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capt-mactavish · 8 months

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POW Pt. 3

Summary: Male reader whose part of the 141 gets captured during a mission and team rallies to rescue them.

Pt. 3/3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Rescue

The tension in the air is palpable as you and Ghost struggle for control. Ghost’s grip on your wrist is unyielding, but your desperation fuels your strength. Your movements are wild, erratic, and driven by a primal rage that blinds you to everything except the need to fight and survive.

Soap, beneath you, manages to plant his feet on your chest and shove upwards. His action pries you and Ghost apart, and the knife in your hand is wrenched free of your grip, flying away and skittering across the floor. Reacting quickly, Soap rolls to his feet and grabs you from behind, locking his arms together around your front and pinning yours to your side.

“(Y/N), stop, it’s us! Ghost and Soap!” Soap hissed through gritted teeth as you struggled in his hold. “We’re here to rescue ye.” Your eyes are wide, unseeing, and you fight against him with a strength that catches them both off guard. It’s as if something deep within you has been triggered, and you’re acting purely on instinct. “(Y/C/S)!” Ghost bellows, his voice authoritative, hoping to jar you back to reality. “Stand down!” he commands, taking a cautious step closer.

You snarl, and lash out at the approaching figure, landing a kick to his midsection. Ghost lets out a grunt but effortlessly catches your boot in his hands. However, With a surge of strength, you use the leverage from Ghost's hold on you to bring your other leg up, landing a powerful kick squarely on his masked face. The impact sends Ghost stumbling away from you, clutching at his face, caught off guard by the blow. The momentum has you and Soap tumbling backwards, and as you crash to the ground, Soap’s hold on you breaks, and the air is knocked out of his lungs as the two of you are sent sprawling on the floor. Momentarily disoriented, you struggle to regain your bearings, rolling out of Soap’s slackened grip and stumbling to your feet. You watch as the masked figure turns back to face you, and your breath hitches at the sight of a large crack now adorning the skull that covers his face, splitting it nearly in half. Something about the sight tugs at a deeper part of you, a sense of guilt gnawing at your subconscious.

For a moment you and Ghost lock eyes, your breaths are heavy and labored. It’s in that fleeting connection that Ghost sees something flicker in your gaze, a hint of recognition buried beneath the frenzy. His heart skips a beat as he realizes that you might be coming back to yourself.

Soap recovers quickly, taking advantage of your momentary distraction as he scrambles to his feet. He lunges forward, tackling you around the waist and driving you both to the ground again. You wrestle with the Scot, each trying to gain the upper hand, but he’s determined to subdue you, to bring you back from wherever your mind has taken you.

In the fray you manage to bash the back of your head into Soap’s face, and he lets go of you with a pained groan, his hands instinctively coming up to his now bleeding nose. You plant your hands on the floor beneath you, and are about to throw him off, but Ghost moves quickly, coming in beside him and grabbing your arms, pinning them behind your back as Soap tries to keep you from thrashing.

With both of them working together, they’re able to overpower you, your strength waning as your already battered body starts to tire. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, and as the haze of your rage lifts, the reality of the situation settles around you.

“(Y/N),” Ghost says, his voice softer than before, but still firm, laced with relief and concern as he feels your body beginning to relax under his grip.

The fight leaves your body as if a switch had been flipped. Your remaining strength drains from you, and you sag against the floor as tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes as recognition finally floods your senses.

It’s really them. They’re really here. They really came for you. “Y-Yes, sir,” comes your voice eventually, hoarse and gravelly.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Soap mutters in relief, his own muscles relaxing, slumping a little, but still holding on.

“You back with us?” Ghost ventures further, his fingers slowly loosening their grip on your wrists.

You swallow thickly, “Yes, sir.” Ghost radios the rest of the team, then nods to Soap who stands up before helping the Lieutenant haul you off the ground. You stumble and sway, knees threatening to give out, But Soap pulls you against him, putting your arm around his neck and helping you stand.

“Easy, lad,” he speaks to you softly as you lean heavy on him. “I’m sorry,” You choke out. “I… I…” “We know,” Soap says, his tone low and comforting. “Dinnae you worry.” “It’s good to have you back, (Y/N),” Ghost says, his voice ever calm and even, but tinged with a hint of relief.

Your limbs start to feel heavy, as if they’re made of lead, and the last thing you see is Ghost’s eyes widen just a fraction as consciousness slips away from you.

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You awake suddenly to hands on you.

Just like before.

Pushing, shoving, pressing and holding you down.

Had it all been a dream?

Thrashing violently, your body jolts into action as your instincts take over.

You’re vaguely aware that there are blurred figures looming over you as you lie flat on your back. Their hands burn your skin, and panic rises in your chest.

Without a second thought you begin to swing at them with every ounce of energy you have left. One blow connects, and there’s a grunt of surprise as your knuckles make contact with flesh before you hear something hit the ground.

“We need to sedate him!” Someone shouts. “Hold him down!”

Suddenly strong hands clamp onto your arms, restraining your movement. Panic surges anew, your heart racing as the fight against your captors intensifies. “(Y/N),” you hear someone say firmly, and you still immediately, the voice provoking a sense of recognition and trust.

“You’re alright. You’re safe,” they assure you, and your muscles begin to relax, soothed by the familiar baritone of the voice.

Suddenly something pierces your skin, and almost immediately a calming numbness spreads throughout your body. Your limbs grow heavy, and any residual tension melts away as your body slacks against whatever you’re lying on.

As the sedative lulls your senses and the darkness encroaches, you catch a glimpse of concerned faces hovering over you. The frantic energy in the room seems to dissipate, replaced by a hushed sense of urgency as you succumb to unconsciousness once again.

Ghost steps back with a heavy sigh, retreating to the far end of the room as the medics continue their work. Soap and Gaz pass by in front of him, escorting the doctor you had knocked onto the floor out of the room, but Ghost’s gaze remains fixed on you.

Exhaustion seeps into every fiber of his being, a weariness that goes beyond the physical. Seeing his teammate in such a state, so lost and tormented, fighting for his life from what he thought were his captors, had pained him to watch.

What nightmares had you endured? What trauma had driven you to lash out so violently, to forget yourself in such a way and act purely on instinct?

Ghost’s eyes never falter, beneath his mask his expression was awash with guilt. He should have reached you sooner, found you faster. He never should have let this happen in the first place.

He’s vaguely aware that someone is speaking to him, then he feels a warm hand on his shoulder, and he turns his head to see Soap at his side. “Let’s leave them to it, L.T.,” Soap says to him softly, his eyes conveying a sense of reassurance that has him turning to face Soap completely. “He’ll be alright.”

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Your senses awaken gradually, and the first thing you register is the steady beeping of medical equipment and the sterile scent of antiseptic. The room is bright, and you blink back the harsh light shining down on you before you become aware of someone sitting in a chair beside what you presumed to be your hospital bed.

As you begin to sir, Captain Price looks your way, and a warm smile graces his features as his eyes meet yours. “Good to see you awake, (Y/N),” he greets, his voice a comforting presence.

“Captain…” you rasp, managing a weak smile.

He nods in response. “You’re back,” he says. “You’re safe.”

The door to the room opens and more familiar faces flood in. Gaz rushes to your side immediately, his smile a beacon of warmth, clutching your hand in his.

“(Y/N)!” he cries, pressing his forehead against yours affectionately. Then he pulls away and levels you with a glare, despite the tears in his eyes. “Don’t you ever pull something like that again! When we go, we go together, from now on!” You smile and try to chuckle, but it turns into a coughing fit that has Gaz’s eyes welling with concern. You wave him off and compose yourself before replying, your voice still weak but gaining strength, “Affirmative, we go together, from now on.”

“It’s good to finally see you awake,” Soap says, standing just behind Gaz. Your eyes meet his and immediately you were flooded with guilt at the sight of dark bruising across the bridge of his nose. It stirs memories of your captivity, fragments of your struggle to escape and the clash with your teammates. Your smile falters.

“Fuck, Soap, did… did I do that? I’m so sorry,” you say, your voice soft with remorse.

Soap’s reassuring smile is quick to follow. “Go’ me good, ye did. But dinnae you worry about it.”

Before you can apologize again, he adds, “Besides, I go’ off easy. Ghost go’ the worst of it.”

Soap jabs his thumb over his shoulder and your eyes follow, gaze shifting to the dark figure leaning against the far wall. Your chest tightens when you take in his masked face, noticing the jagged crack running down the usually smooth surface of the skull.

Soap lets out a wry chuckle, “I think ye gave him quite the shiner under there.”

You push yourself up a little straighter, swallowing thickly and offering Ghost an apologetic look. “Sir, I-” Ghost holds up a hand, halting your words. “No hard feelings, (Y/C/S), you weren’t yourself,” he says in his usual, gruff voice. You can sense the understanding in his presence, even without seeing his expression, and the weight of your guilt begins to lift.

Soap’s hand on your shoulder draws your gaze back to him, his grip steady and reassuring, and the smile he offers you is warm and comforting.

Price clears his throat, shifting the focus to more pressing matters. “When you’re ready, (Y/N), I need to know what happened. Everything you can remember.”

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of having to relive those memories, and the fear must have found its way to your face because Gaz squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“Take your time, (Y/N),” he says. “We’re here with you.” It’s a struggle to find the words at first, to try and recall details about your captivity when all you wanted to do was forget. But with the support of your team, you gather your courage and begin to recount what you can remember.

The room fell silent as you finished speaking, the weight of your words handing in the air like a heavy cloud. But then, as if to dispel the darkness that had settled, Gaz squeezed your hand again gently, his eyes brimming with empathy.

“You’ve been through a lot,” Price spoke up, his eyes conveying understanding and his presence a steadfast source of strength. “But you’re back now, and we’re here for you.”

In that moment, under the encouraging gazes of your brothers in arms, you felt enveloped by a sense of belonging, a reminder that you are not alone in this battle, and your teammates were there with you, ready to help you fight.

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This was a long time coming I know, and at times I considered just abandoning this unfinished. But today I felt some inspiration and some determination to finally finish it! Hope you enjoyed reading! Thanks for all the kind words!

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yawnderu · 2 months

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NAH CUZ UR WRITING IS SO GOOD I WANNA SUCK IT OFF

I got this idea at 12:21 in the fucking morning and couldn’t help myself but ask if you want to write this (if you do male!reader x TF141;

A higher ranked (idfk) Male, Rottweiler Hybrid Reader that will very much hump other members when pissed or in stress, or when they feel like other soldiers are giving him too much sass?

like- pressing themself from behind while teasing them for the readers cock, not letting them have it cuz they don’t deserve it-

I’m very horny don’t look at me-

EFJKEFKEFJHB THANK U!!

As much as I absolutely adore the idea and genuinely considered writing it, I don't write male!reader :(((

But God the idea is so fucking hot RAHHHH just an annoyed thing pressing up against recruits, cock hardening against their ass while being too prideful to give it to them yet. Sassy cunts don't deserve cock, maybe only if they beg for it.<3333

Aggressive man would fully take advantage of his higher rank, bending them over and rubbing his hardening, huge cock against their tight ass.<3

Damn MAYBE I should start writing male!reader jhefjhbefkjhbfe do any other girls get so horny sometimes that they wish they had a cock?😭😭

#stray answers #male!reader #141 x you #141 x reader #141 x male reader #hybrid reader #hybrid

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crossed-starbound · 17 days

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❝ 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓼 ❞

141 X M!Reader

Main members of 141 x American M!Reader.

NSFW; Suggestive Interactions between 141 and M!

Reader, nudity segments, male on male intercourse.

Goofy ass Gaz and Soap in this Imao - will also be ongoing, maybe.)

Y - You

SR/Gh - Simon Riley/Ghost.

JM/S - John MacTavish/Soap.

JP/Cpt. P - John Price/Captain Price.

KG/Ga - Kyle Garrick/Gaz

Gaz was laid there on top of you, both of you naked still as the effects of yesterday were starting to rub off of you once you awoke from your sleep. Your long enough hair was frazzled as you got up from the bed after maneuvering your way around Kyle Garrick’s naked body. Once you got your boxer briefs and pants on, you then covered up Gaz. You walked out of the room, smiling a little bit as you hear Ghost, Soap, and Price’s feet tapping on the ground, trying to sneak away like they hadn’t seen Gaz and you have some heavy intercourse.

You walked into the living room, sitting beside Soap who was in just a shirt and underwear, Price in a shirt and pants and same thing goes for ghost. You move rough housing with soap as a smile comes back on your face, your eyes then on both Ghost and Price.

“ Once I’m done with this one, you both are next. ” - Y

Ghost and Price have a blush on their face, but walk up to you and Soap, Price getting behind you and Ghost getting under Soap, you and Soap moan out as the two of you get humped by Price Ghost who take off their clothes, Price slowly pulls off your pants and boxer briefs before shoving himself into you while Ghost does the same to Soap but Ghost then takes Soap over to a counter, bending him over it and pulls himself out of Soap, fingering Soap harshly and repeatedly making Soap moan and crumble like putty in Ghost’s hands.

Price just slowly moves back and forth in you, wrapping an arm around your torso as he pulls most of himself save for the head of his penis out of your rectum before pushing it all in down to the base of his cock, or more simply, his crotch. His hairy body rubbing against your body before he turns you around, putting his lips against yours as he seems to cherish the moment, your unsure if he is or isn’t, but you definitely know by the moaning from Ghost and Soap that they are really going for the rough, high reward, type of sex.

You look up, seeing an upside down Ghost and Soap who are moving back to the couch, your cock now in Soap’s mouth with his in yours as this session turns into a foursome. Price and Ghost making out as they fuck you and Soap whose cocks are throbbing within each other’s throats, as the two of you give head to each other, you both also move your waists, fucking each other’s throats someway.

After quite a few hours, Price and Soap were the first ones to arrive at ejaculation, Soap’s semen rushing down your throat after he slams his groin into your face, his roughness during sex being evident. Price on the other hand, moves back and forth slowly within you as he climaxes, his crotch against your ass as his cock fills up all of your rectum, his penis throbbing in you as he releases his semen in your ass.

You and Soap switched places, him getting fucked by Price and you getting rammed by Ghost. You moan out as Ghost wraps an arm around your neck and begins slamming his cock in and out of you, his hairy crotch slapping against your ass cheeks as he kisses your neck and gently bites your ear on the left side of your face. His hand vigorously jacks you off, even to the point it hurts, but you don’t care that much since all you can think and feel is pleasure, rough pleasure as Ghost just dominates you in the intercourse between you and him.

You turn your head in Ghost’s grasp, your lips against his as he continues to roughly fuck you, it feeling close to what heaven would. You begin to shoot out lengthy lines of bodily fluid, a few landing on Soap’s back, a few on the couch and most of your bodily fluid being on Ghost’s hand, who continues to stroke your cock off making it even more painful while he rams hard into you.

After a little bit more of getting roughly fucked in your anus and having your cock painfully jacked off, Ghost slams hard into you one last time, his cock throbbing harshly in your rectum as he releases his climax into you, his semen filling up your anus with some of it spilling out, even more spilling out once he pulls his semen covered cock out of your ass. He moves, sitting his naked ass on the couch and pulling you into his embrace as Price and Soap cum for second time, just with each other this time, then cuddling up on the couch. You sigh, being absolutely exhausted from the pounding Ghost had given you.

#141 x 141 #price x male reader #gaz x male reader #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #starbound’s books #141 x male reader #18+ content #18+ blog #poly 141

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