"i can't believe this name was OPEN"

simon's obsession with your cunt is the filthiest secret he keeps, the one that makes his hands shake when he thinks about it in the middle of briefings.

he can't fucking help it. ever since that first time - your naked body spread out on his bed, begging for his touch - has been completely, utterly hooked. addicted. he can't get enough of the way your pussy feels clenching around his fingers, his cock. the way you taste when he buries his face between your thighs, the sweet musky smell that drives him insane. especially how you look when you're turned on, all pink and swollen and glistening for him.

it's gotten bad. really fucking bad. he'll spend hours just playing with you, watching your face as he works you up, sees the pleasure build until you're writhing and moaning his name. loves feeling your slick coating his fingers, how fucking wet you get for him. and god, when you squirt - when you soak his face and hand because he finally pushed you over the edge - that's his favorite part. that's when he feels like he's won something.

he's even started recording it. little videos of you coming apart on his fingers, your pretty pussy spasming as you cry out his name. watches them when he's away on missions, craving you like the worst kind of addiction. it's the only thing that gets him through those long, lonely nights, knowing he'll be home soon to bury his face between your legs again.

on longer ops, he's gotten even more depraved. he steals your panties before he leaves. tucks them into his pocket, pressing them to his nose when he strokes himself. loves that faint scent of you, a desperate reminder of home, of your body waiting for him.

johnny and gaz have no fucking clue. none of the task force knows that their stoic, professional lieutenant is completely pussy-whipped. they'd never believe it if they found out. but simon doesn't care. as long as he gets to keep indulging in his favorite pastime, he'll keep his shameful little secret to himself.

after all, it's not hurting anyone. 🍑

taking price and ghost fighting and running with it.

some stupid argument about john not following rules in their little tuesday off base bar games blossoming into two weeks worth of high level pettiness.

snide remarks, shoulder shoving, hell the only time they even looked at each other these days was when they were on the mats. knuckles red and angry as they tore at one another. pride too solid to shake.

which is how you landed beneath simon.

wobbling cries muffled by the thick of his glove. baby doll tee pulled over your swaying tits and showing off a glistening sweaty back to him.

"s-si'! hun—" you hiccup, words slurred beneath the fabric. back stinging with wicked pleasure as he bends you into a mean arch. he watches the fat of your ass ricket with every drive home of his hard pelvis.

"sh, lovie. can' let big man see us 'ere hm?" he grins, balaclava pulled over his nose. he licks a fat wet strip up your nape. groaning at the musky sent of sex that pours over the room. "fuckin, juusstt like tha',"

prices room.

atop prices desk.

without price.

he curves his hand around your right thigh, smacking harshly at the puffy skin of your ass. you squirm, nails digging into the wooden desk. moans only meeting his covering hand.

he dips his hand down to the slick cream mess between you two. stringy connections of cum pull taught each time he drags out all the way to his tip, just to shove all the way back in as he hauls you backwards and shoves his hips forwards. you scream, eyes white as you claw at the hand around your jaw.

he gathers the slick, white ring around his cock creating gummy noises he isnt bothered to muffle.

simon also knows important papers lay just beneath your rocking body. he rubs at your clit messily, juices soppy. you keen, stomach throbbing with the buldge he bullies into you. you smack at his hand, water brimming your tearline.

everything blurs hot for a second. the slamming of a door doesnt register past your clotted ears.

"wot the fuc—" price barges in. face hot with anger before his eyes slot to yours. he watches as shameful lust swirls in them before he flickers down to the wet connection between you and the lieutenant.

you whimper, would be more embarrassed if you hadnt fucked them both before.

simon plows into your feral, blunt covered nails digging into your cheek.

"gon' cum pretty girl? righ' on the old mans shite?" his fingers move from over your mouth to cupping your jaw firmly. moving your head to arch it back. eyes bearily finding him upside down.

he grins, eyes squinted in pure joy.

looking back up to price as he feels you tighten around him the most deliciously. browns burning with complete intention. youre lost, too worried about your impending explosion of a release to truly care as price watches you melt dumb.

he kisses your temple. feeling you muddle over.

babbles leave swollen lips and brows completely furrowed. "there! t-there, please si'! f-fuc—" with his mean pinch on your clit you choke on your moans, blanking as all crashes down on you.

nails dig into simons skin, blood prickling beneath. raspy screaming moan bouncing between both mens ears.

by the time you blink back to current reality, youre carefully laid over johns ruined desk. damp body smudging papers as they stick to your panting chest.

cw freeuse

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

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

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

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

“know what this is, recruit?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~bonus~

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

There you were, laid across the bedsheets, writhing, and covered in sweat. You had a little vibrator pressed to your clit.

Price made his presence known, clearing his throat loudly. You jerked, eyes landing on Price quickly. You hastily turned your vibrator off, cheeks burning red.

Price approached you on the bed, his expression stony, "And just what do you think you were doing, love?"

You stutter out something along the lines of, "I thought you wouldn't be home until later."

Price just gives you a firm look, effectively making you shut the fuck up. Price took the vibrator that you had been using, switching it back on.

He pressed the damn thing right to your clit. Your hips jerked up, squirming as you whined. Price held you down with one hand.

The vibrations made your clit throb and head spin. You could feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, so close you could practically taste it - and then it was gone.

You let out a whiny sound of protest before your brain caught up with what was happening around you.

"Really think you earned it?" Price taunted, setting the vibrator aside. You watched with teary eyes as Price stood up, unbuckling his belt and freeing his thick, throbbing cock.

Price straddled you, the rough texture of his jeans rubbing harshly against your bare skin. Price teasingly rubbed his cock up and down your slit.

With each pass, the head of his cock nudged your clit. As Price kept teasing your pussy, the rubs across your clit were enough to get you to the edge again.

Before you could even vocalize that you were going to cum, Price pulled his cock away. You hiccuped, hips bucking uselessly beneath Price's strong thighs.

Once Price deemed you calmed down enough, he pressed his cock into you. You let out a high, prolonged keen.

Price fucked into your pussy like a beast. Normally, you'd be cumming all over his cock, but the way Price was fucking you now, it was like you just couldn't cum.

Price's thrusts stuttered briefly before he picked up speed again. You whined and begged to be allowed to cum, but Price only shook his head.

His hips ground against you, his balls resting against your ass as he emptied himself into you. You looked at Price, a pout on your face.

You whimper softly, feeling hands caressing your tits.

"You look so fuckin' beautiful, honey." Price murmurs, right next to your ear. You can feel his stubble brushing your cheek.

You moan into the gag. You can hear soft chuckles around you from your noise. Another set of hands grope at your thighs.

"Fuckin' bonnie." Soap mumbles, sucking a hickey into your thigh. "Perfect toy for us."

The praise sinks into you, making your cunt ache for some sort of touch. You won't be getting much friction, however. Your legs are firmly bound together.

You like it when your boys do this. The pressure of the straps always soothes your mind, and the boys love toying with your prone body.

"Move, Johnny. I wanna see 'er clit." Ghost huffs, kneeling next to you. His fingers dip between your bound thighs, pinching at your clit and playing with your puffy folds.

You squeak into the gag, muscles tensing, trying to move.

You feel someone standing at your head. You can hear him jerking himself off over your face. It must be Gaz.

"So pretty." Gaz says, petting your hair with his free hand, "And so desperate."

Gaz moves, rubbing his thick cock on your cheek. You want to turn your head, nuzzle into him, but you can't.

"Poor thing wants it. Let 'em have ye, Garrick." Soap smirks, biting down on your hip.

Price hums an agreement, his big hands squeezing the fat of your tits. He lightly pinches at your nipples, then goes right back to groping your tits roughly.

Ghost flicks your clit, making you shriek in surprise. So much is happening at once. It hurts, but it doesn't... you might come like this. It's not like you've never done it before.

"Perfect fuckin' body, dolly." Ghost says, thumbing over your clit in tight circles.

Gaz groans, shuddering above you, "We should keep ya like this all the time."

Price grunts, placing a sloppy kiss on your nipple, "We'd need to spread her legs. Gotta make sure we could see that pretty little pussy."

"Oughta' get 'er a ring gag, too. Let us have that mouth."

Two questions tho

Can I be 🦭 anon

And

Can you write something about cod men(the ones you wrote for) using a portal pussy on fem!reader??

Absolutely!!

~

Buying a portal pussy for your boyfriend, Johnny, was probably one of the worst best ideas you've ever had. He's such a horny little bastard, you should've known that he would share the portal with his teammates.

-

"Go on, lads, my Bonnie's okay with it." Soap laughs, sipping a cold beer.

Gaz lunges forward, yanking the portal pussy up off of the coffee table. He lightly stroked the folds of the portal pussy - your pussy.

"She's already so wet." Gaz laughs, easily plunging two fingers into the portal. It doesn't take much time for him to coax an orgasm from it, your pussy clenching and spasming wildly around his fingers.

Gaz frees himself from his pants, his cheeks warming as his colleagues stare at him. He lines his rock-hard cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into your soft, wet cunt.

It doesn't take long for Gaz to bury himself balls deep, moaning as he fills you with cum. Gaz pants weakly, keeping the portal stuffed with his softening cock.

Price yanks the portal off of Gaz, making him jerk and moan weakly. Your pussy's gaping and leaking cum. "Messy little thing, isn't she?"

Price's fingers press the cum back into you. He teases your opening with his cock, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Price sinks into you with virtually no resistance, Gaz having loosened you up.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Price groans, forcing your pussy down to the root of his cock. "She's - she's fuckin' squeezin' me."

Price grunts as he fucks into the portal. He curses and gasps under his breath. Price's thrusts are brutal and deep. He can feel himself colliding with your cervix every time he bottoms out.

Price cums with just the tip of his cock sliding inside you, so that his cum immediately oozes out, making the portal even messier. Price wipes his cock off on your opening, smirking when he sees your cunt clench.

Price passes the portal off to Ghost.

Ghost rolls his balaclava up over his nose and brings the portal up to his lips. He laps at your cunt feverishly, sucking at your folds to drink the cum from you. Once Ghost's licked every drop of cum from your puffy, abused pussy, he finally pulls the portal away from his mouth.

"She's fuckin' delicious." Ghost groans, spitting on his cock to lube himself up.

"I know she is." Soap smirks, watching with hazy eyes as Ghost pushes his thick, long cock into the portal.

It doesn't take long for Ghost to cum. Your pussy was squeezing around him so tight it was almost like a vice.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ghost moans, pulling the portal down to the hilt. "Jesus Christ."

-

Simon had hoped that Johnny wouldn't try to mount you the second you got back from your trip to the vet, but he drastically underestimated how desperate Johnny could get.

Johnny whined, tugging against Simon to try and rut up against your ass. You whimpered, tail angrily hitting Johnny in the face. Your soft ears pinned back to your head.

"Sir, make him stop!" You mewled, managed to wriggle out of Johnny's hold, "Johnny!"

Johnny could smell your sweet pussy. Your perfect, sweet, tight pussy. Johnny needed his cock buried in your pussy yesterday.

"Johnny." Simon hissed, tugging Johnny back roughly by his Mohawk, "You can fuck her, but you're getting muzzled."

Johnny was about to protest, but went quiet after Simon gave him a pointed look.

In moments, a muzzle was pinned over Johnny's face. You weren't pleased. You didn't want this filthy mutt to knot you, but you knew better than to question Simon.

Simon sat on the couch, letting go of Johnny's leash. You screamed, trying to scramble away before Johnny caught you. He caught you easily, tearing your pants off of you.

You yelped, blindly swiping at Johnny with your claws. Johnny moaned, huffing and trying to bite at your neck. You gasped as your panties got tugged off, a chill rushing through you.

You heard Simon take his belt off, stroking his cock to your predicament. You mewled for Simon to help you as the wide head of Johnny's cock notched against your hole.

Johnny pushed in, all the way to the hilt without warning, making you yowl helplessly, clawing at the floor. You could hear Johnny whine behind you.

Without letting you adjust to his length, Johnny humped against you roughly. He barely had a rhythm, just cruel, sloppy thrusts into your (shamefully) sopping pussy.

"You can fuck 'er better than that, boy," Simon said from the couch.

Simon's words spurred Johnny on. His thrusts got harder, tip nailing your G-spot on repeatedly. You mewled and sobbed into the carpet beneath you, your tail whacking Johnny in the face.

Johnny gripped the base of your tail, lightly tugging. You cried out, jolting as the touch made you spasm and cum around Johnny's cock.

Johnny groaned like he'd been shot, his free hand moving under your tummy to toy with your sensitive clit. You writhed and yowled, whimpering from oversensitivity.

You could feel Johnny's knot starting to inflate as he rutted into you. It brushed your pussy lips each time Johnny pressed into you. His thrusts felt good. So good, too good.

"J-Johnny! Please, oh-" you sobbed, your clit throbbing, "I-I can't! No, n-no! I can't cum again, please!"

Simon laughed behind you, "Don't be a bitch, kitty. You'll take what Johnny gives you, won't you?"

Johnny huffed, his sweat-covered, hairy chest pressing into your clothed back. His thrusts started repeatedly smacking into your cervix. You could barely form a thought.

Johnny hit your g-spot once more, and you were gone, tumbling into another orgasm. Johnny's fingers stayed on your clit. You kicked at him, yowling like a cat in heat.

Johnny pushed in as far as he could before knotting you. His knot was pressed again you. You shook, trying to wriggle away from Johnny and his fat knot.

You had no luck. With a slow, calculated push, Johnny forced his knot past your entrance. Your pussy tightened around him, another orgasm rocking your senses. You gush around him, making Johnny groan and rub your clit harder.

"Attaboy, knotting your little bitch, huh?" Simon smirked, rutting his cock up into his hand.

Johnny ground against you, jostling his knot. A loud, sustained whine escaped Johnny as he finally came. You were stuffed so full. Your poor tummy bulged slightly. Johnny kept rubbing your clit, sending you tumbling through several more orgasms before his knot deflated.

When Johnny's knot deflated enough for him to thrust again, Johnny rutted into you like a man possessed.

But he quickly feels bad because you give him the silent treatment. Refusing his pets, hiding under tables. You even refuse grooming time!!! You loved when he would brush your hair for you!! (╥ ω ╥)

So while you’re sleeping he gently scoops you up with those thick arms of his. giving you small kisses and coos while you wake up. And when you try to escape, legs kicking and wiggling with all your might! he just traces your hole. His finger against it. Finally pushing in when you whined enough. His two thick fingers pumping over and over as he whispers small apologies to you.

“Oh, I know, I know, m’such a meanie. M’sorry I’ll never yell again okay? Bunny? You gotta answer or I’ll stop”

The mission is over, technically. Thankfully. Because there's no way that Gaz is maintaining any kind of situational awareness with Ghost huffing and grunting in his ear like this.

At first, he'd thought the sniper was running, had almost made a joke about him getting old and soft from laying about in a nest all day. Hell, the heat is getting to him, too; he's sweating so much he's been fantasizing about a cold shower.

Well all of that comes to a screeching halt when Ghost pants "Gaz, Kyle. Fuck." then grunts like it comes from deep in his belly.

Gaz's brain goes from fantasizing to fantasizing real quick. He imagines the way that tattooed forearm flexes, this his other hand must still be on his service weapon, just in case. Would he still be wearing his gloves? Was cum running down his bare and broken knuckles?

His voice breaks, and he has to clear his throat to answer. "Ghost?

"Fuckin' - " Ghost swears, and things jostle and crack like something's fallen. "The 'ell are you doin' on this channel?"

"It's the same channel we've been on," Gaz points out. His heart races, and he knows, knows, he's playing with fire, but he can't help but ask, "You, uh, you need help over there?"

He'd think Ghost had gone dark if he couldn't hear him still panting like he'd run a marathon. But eventually, he says - growls really - "You wanna 'elp me, Pretty Boy?"

Kyle's whole body goes hot and cold and hot again. He'd be lying if he said that getting a nickname from Ghost hadn't been the highlight of his year, that he'd imagined it being whispered in his ear, just like this. He licks his lips, opens his mouth -

i wish i could just paste my entire outline here for you lol

he never is normal about it. he shows up and is already making dirty jokes about you, already talking about bouncing you on his knee and how much fun it is playing cowgirl with you now that you're older. he's too touchy, too affectionate, kisses you on the mouth and you can't turn away because you're bound by this new social convention of "it's not weird, it's just my dad" while price weaves a false tapestry of blossoming familial abuse that you appear to be a willing participant in.

Ghost tosses the portal pussy in front of you, as his cock prods at your asshole, smearing the lube and slick he'd pulled out of you with his fingers before shoving the other half of the portal over your cunt.

You blink at it, hazy, and Ghost drags your wrists into the small of your back. "Eat it."

Years. Fucking years he was gone, vanished like smoke, and the second you finally started piecing yourself back together, he showed up at your door with that same damn cigar between clenched teeth and (cruel) blue eyes that always saw too much.

“Missed this tight cunt,” he grunts, voice rough as honeyed gravel, beard scraping your neck as he bites down, sucking a fresh mark into your skin. “Knew you’d still open up for me.”

You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders, half pushing him away and half pulling him closer. He feels it, chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours as he grinds deeper, the fat head of his cock kissing that spot that makes your vision spark white.

“Shh, easy love,” he murmurs, all honey and smoke, the manipulative bastard. One big hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open for him, dirty fingers pushing down onto your slick tongue. “Don’t fight it. You were never good at pretending you didn’t need this.” and you hear the need me go unsaid, implied.

He pulls out almost all the way, just the tip stretching your slick hole, then slams back in hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. “Look at you. Already creaming on my cock again. Bet no one else could make you this wet, could they?”

His pace picks up, heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust, the wet obscene sound of it filling the room alongside your desperate gasps. He’s watching your face the whole time- hungry, possessive, a little mean.

Ghost, MW4