#tkb asks

soooooooooo my brain can’t get over the thought of Simon or price doing something like this to us 😱🤪🤭🤭🫣🫣🫣 wdy think???

ohhh my goodness. oh my GOODNESS. what an image. thank you my lovely

You're right, Price would do this to us. But instead of himself pressed deep inside you, it'd be Johnny.

It would be a struggle getting all the intricate little knots ties when Soap can't sit still. You're just so warm and wet and so wonderfully tight around his cock that his mind will drift off as he starts to grind his cock into you deeper.

Price is patient though. A harsh bite over Soap's neck or shoulder bringing him back to reality and making him stay still.

By the time he's done you're both practically squirming with need. The second John's hands are off you Soap's trying to thrust into your cunt. But he can't pull back far enough to create any real friction. Its infuriating. Able to feel him stuck so deep inside you but not moving. Each needy grind going just a tiny bit deeper.

Price doesn't have to do anything. Sitting back with a cigar and a glass of whiskey and watching the two of you work yourselves up into a frenzy. Stuck together but unsatisfied.

Perhaps he's also tied your hands together. And Soap's behind his back. You couldn't even touch each other. Only connected by Johnny's aching cock.

He would leave you there for hours. Maybe getting some paper work done, listening to the tune of your needy begs and whines like music. Every now at then getting up to fuck one of your faces. Cumming down your throats just to show that he can, and you can't.

I don’t know if this is a weird request but I just found it funny after reading your one post where reader had asked price, nik, and Simon to drive them to the mall

this is so icky i love it

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You'd always go to Ghost first when you get locked out of your phone. Depending on his mood, he was the most likely to help you out. On a good day all you'd have to do is get on your knees and swallow his cock until he was satisfied. Unlocking your phone just to take a photo of your cum covered face to send to Price. Before handing over.

On a bad day, he'd just use your mouth then leave you there with it still locked. And still cum on your face.

Price never gave in. If you'd used up all your allotted time then that day that was it. No amount of begging, whining and sucking would change your mind. You'd learned that early on. And then you had learned that doing the opposite wouldn't do you any good either.

Bratting or giving him the cold shoulder would just leave you with even less time the next day, and a very very sore ass.

Nik's first response when you asked him to unlock your phone was always.

"What does John say?"

You had tried lying to him, but he always knew. And he'd have you sobbing out apologies as he pounded into your poor cunt before you could get away.

wow you guys really like cowhybrid!reader... well so do i.

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Working with 141 was... alright. You had yet to go on an actual mission with them. But otherwise it was just fine.

But you hadn't had a moment to yourself since you arrived. Johnny was following you around all day. Commenting on your tail, your ears, and most importantly, your tits. You had dealt with men like this your whole life. It came with being a cow. But this guy was relentless. You knew it was only a matter of time before he got too bold and openly groped you.

Kyle also tended to linger near you. When you would try to rest in the break room he was suddenly there. Starting up a conversation. You would like him, if he wasn't always staring so hungrily. It put you off. But there was nothing you could do but ignore it.

Price seemed to dislike you. Again, you were used to this. Livestock hybrids rarely joined the military. And when they did they never did very well. But you had made a name for yourself in your last team. You deserved to be here. He could push you as hard as he wanted in training, you could take it all.

The only one not in your face all the time was Simon. He had barely said three words to you yet he was by far your favourite. He looked you in the eye when you spoke. And bloody listened. Treated you exactly like how he treated the others. It was a breath of fresh air.

With all the extra 'attention' you were getting you had no time to... relieve yourself. You'd stumble back to your bunk late at night to pass out immediately, exhausted from Price's drills.

Your chest ached. You felt full. And not in a good way. You needed a good few hours to yourself to drain your sore breasts. But they would just not let you have it.

So you ditched training. Price would be angry. But it would be worth it. You could deal with the consequences later, for now you just needed this milk out of you.

But you couldn't find your pump. It had just disappeared. Your first night here you had tucked it into your bedside drawer for safe keeping. At least you thought you had. It wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. You were tearing through your room looking for the stupid little machine. Milk leaking down your front and soaking your shirt. It hurt so badly. Every time you moved your nipples brushed against the wet fabric. They were so sensitive.

Right as you were near tears your door opened. Ghost stood in the doorway. A looming shadow. Watching as you panicked. He took in your stained shirt and distraught expression. Entering your room and shutting the door behind you.

"Captain was lookin' fer you..."

He spoke slow. Like he was walking on eggshells around you. Like you would break if he talked too loud. You sniffled as he stepped closer.

"Looks like you need some help..."

You had never had someone else help drain your 'udders'. But you were desperate and in pain. So you nodded. Despite how much you didn't want to.

He had you on his lap. You knew he was teasing you. But you didn't care. He cupped your swollen tits. Keeping his gaze on your expression. Delighting in the soft whine you let out. So sensitive it hurt.

Simon's thumbs sunk into the soft flesh. He could feel the liquid inside you. Sloshing around in your full bosom. Before long he got needy too. He needed to taste you. Tugging off your wet shirt to play with your leaking nipples. He was hard, it was impossible not to be when you were writhing on his lap like this. But that wasn't what he was here for.

The relief you felt when he finally wrapped his scarred lips around your teat was overwhelming. Orgasmic even. His mask tugged up over his nose to give him easy access.

Your held him close to your chest, a hand at the back of his neck as he drank your sweet milk. Steadily draining you. Swapping between your tits while he groped your other steadily.

You didn't even realise you were grinding down on his cock, too busy gasping and whining. It felt so good. After so long without being milked this was exactly what you needed.

Even after you were finally empty you let him continue for a bit longer. Enjoying the closeness of it all.

But eventually he had to leave. Leaving you laying there content and wonderfully empty in your bed.

He held his hand out to Johnny as soon as he left your room. Licking the remnants of milk off his lips for the scot to see while he was handed fifty pounds. Grinning at Kyle standing behind him.

- rommy

my gooodnesss.....

Drifting off in the back of the humvee after a long op. The steady rocking of the vehicle helping you drift off to sleep. Only to feel strong hands on your hips jerking you awake. Picking you up out of your seat like you were nothing. Opening your bleary eyes to see that familiar mask. A sleepy whine left your mouth, which drew soft chuckles from the rest of the team surrounding you.

Ghost placed you on his thigh, and out of habit your body started to move, rocking gently against him despite barely being awake. He cooed something in your ear that didn't register. Pulling you closer until the hard edge of his gun holster, and gun, pressed right against your cunt through your clothes.

Your head dropped down onto his shoulder, whimpering into his jacket quietly.

"Shh... sweet'eart. I got you..."

His hands still on your hips, surprisingly gentle for the big guy. Guiding you to grind against the gun on his thigh.

"You can sleep if you like, I know yer tired."

You nodded against his shoulder, letting your eyes close again. You could distantly hear Kyle groaning lowly over a slick noise. Probably being sucked off by Johnny while watching you slowly grow closer to your orgasm.

Right as you were about to fall asleep your body tensed, thighs shaking. Ghost rocked you against his thigh at just the right angle to ride out your sleepy orgasm.

"Think you can take my cock for just a bit, love?"

i think about this an unhealthy amount.

Price or Ghost would be behind you. Big hands bruising your thighs as they hold your open. Letting their sergeants have at you. Whispering the filthiest things in your ear.

fuck this is so hot.

I so see Johnny being so offended at not even being considered the 141 slit and I know his ass tries to make it a competition to see who can start the worst rumours

ohhhhh you are so right. soso right

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Johnny is appalled when he first hears the rumours of you sleeping your way into 141. He walks around in a bloody collar half the time for fucks sake. He's worn a vibrator into meetings. Multiple times. If anyones the barracks bunny its him.

At first he's grumpy. Then he fucks out all his frustration with you. Pounding you into the mattress until you can't think. As if by getting his cock deep enough in your needy cunt he would prove that hes the bigger slut.

After that he's fine. He thinks its funny even. Teaming up with Kyle to make the gossip about you worse.

He starts to brag in the mess hall about how his 'new bird' sucks cock like a professional. Eyeing you greedily when you walk in the room totally unaware.

Gaz makes sure to leave you an absolute mess every time you leave his bunk. Marks along your neck and collarbone, hair mussed up, any makeup smudged and streaking down your face. If you wear a skirt around him you're screwed. Hiking it up to fuck you silly. Stealing your panties every time so you had to walk around struggling to stop his cum leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs.

You didn't know what had come over them. They seemed intent on fucking in more and more exposed places. It was only a matter of time before one of them bent you over in front of those nosy recruits.

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Now that you know what Soap and Gaz have been up to you begin plotting revenge.

You get the opportunity once Ghost and Price are sent off on a mission without the rest of the team. Johnny's immediately excited because he assumes this means a week straight of fucking in the captain's bed with no interruptions. Or having you ride his face while he wears each of Simon's masks one by one. Ensuring each of them hold your scent so strongly as a present for the Lieutenant when he returns.

But you're having none of it. You're dismissive as you brush him off in the break rooms. Making boring excuses about training and work to do. Your little 'fans' notice this immediately. Gossiping about how you must have split with Johnny.

It's not much better with Gaz. You'll be sitting in the mess hall with the few soldiers than don't hate you for being a slut, chatting idly when you'll loudly complain.

"Jesus is it so hard to get some good dick around here? I swear, every guy here that wants in my pants does not have the cock to keep up with the ego... Makes me miss cap..." While very pointedly eyeing Kyle across the room.

The rumours go wild, as they tend to do. Are 141 not good in bed? Or at least, Johnny and Kyle aren't. You've started multiple of your own as well. Johnny cries every time he cums, Gaz wear's Price's hat and insists you call him captain. Anything embarrassing you can think of you mention. Fairs fair. They make you seem like a whore, you make them seem like shitty lovers.

The pair can't understand why every seems to be looking at them and laughing behind their hands. Until someone makes a comment about Johnny's 'micropenis' and it clicks.

John and Simon return to find you held down on Price's bed, just like Johnny wanted. Laying on top of Kyle as his cock rests in your ass and Johnny fucks your cunt with the determination you usually only get from Simon.

You and Jack had one firm rule. No sex at work. You weren't supposed to even be dating in the first place. He was your boss. You couldn't possibly risk some poor med student stumbling in on him splitting you open with his thick cock.

But this wasn't sex. That's how you rationalised it. His cock pressed right against your clit, rutting firmly and soaking the fabric of your panties with his precum. He wasn't inside you, so it didn't count. The rule remained unbroken.

"Fuck..." Jack gasped. The blunt head catching against your entrance and making you both shudder.

"Inside me, please. Jack, come on please."

With your clit throbbing with pleasure like this you didn't care anymore. You felt so empty. Every slick thrust through your folds making you clench down on nothing. Jack shook his head, brows pinched as he struggling to maintain his composure.

"You know we can't..."

But even has he spoke he was tugging off your panties. Tapping the tip of his cock against your clit before shallowly thrusting inside. Both of you groaning in sync as he speared into your cunt. Gripping the edge of the table to ground himself. You were so tight, so hot and wet. If he wasn't careful he'd cum on the first thrust.

You laid there for a long moment, waiting for him to move. Legs trembling every time you felt him twitch inside you.

"Ja-" You started, cut off when he finally moved to fuck you. Pulling out almost entirely then thrusting deep again. So deep your eyes rolled back into your head. Mouth dropping open as he fucked you slow. Slow enough that he could keep a somewhat clear head. Occasionally glancing towards the locked door just incase someone would try interrupt.

He leaned over you. Thick arms caging you in. Keeping you from squirming away from the pleasure, as if you'd ever do that.

"You're a menace..." He muttered in your ear. Pressing a deceptively soft kiss to your cheek.

You could tell when he was started to lose himself. Panting against your skin as he thrust deep. Propping one leg up on the table when it started to ache. This new angle allowing him to fuck impossibly deeper.

His thumb drifted down to your clit. Brushing over the sensitive nub. And thats all it took to have you writhing. Almost crying out before his other hand clasped over your mouth. Keeping you quiet while you rode out your orgasm.

Jack shuddered when your cunt clamped down like a vice. What else was he supposed to do when you were milking him like this. Spine curling as his thrusts faltered and he came. Pumping cum right against your cervix. His face tucked against your shoulder, mouthing at the skin to silence his own moans.

It took a while for you both to recover enough to move again. A soft whimper spilling from your lips when he slowly started to pull out. Cum leaking out and dripping down your ass. He leaned down to pick up your panties, helping you dress again. Chuckling when you curled your lip at the damp, now cold fabric against your clit.

"You gonna clean me up before we head back out there?"

You finally opened your opens, biting your lip when you were met with his cock, soft as he stood next to your head.

Jack pet your hair gently as you licked the mix of cum and your own slick off his member. Still dazed, it was no surprise that you got a bit carried away. Sucking the tip into your mouth and whining when he had to pull you away.

"They'll be wondering where we went..."