Is It Possible For Simon's MOB Request Him To Dress Up As Ghost For Halloween? And Of Course She Will

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Just the tip (Day 3/8 of 10k followers event)

Minotaur x fem!reader || size kink, soft (but filthy) sex, dirty talk, breeding, oral sex

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You are quietly walking through the supermarket one day when you have to climb a shelf because you can’t reach the fucking cereals you want. You are pushing your body up when you slip and brace yourself for impact. But the impact never comes. You feel strong big arms around you and when you look up you are staring into the eyes of the biggest minotaur you’ve ever seen.

From that point on, you see him every time you go to the supermarket, it’s like magic. You are going grocery shopping? He’s walking the aisle like he’s there just for you. Days pass and you can’t stop thinking about how wonderful he is, how pretty… and how fucking big. He insists on helping you get everything from the top shelf, you aren’t exactly little, but he’s so tall and broad and fucking magnificent… You agree. And just like that, you have a new grocery shopping friend.

Your friendship develops from there, you gave him your phone, he texts you when he’s going shopping, you met there. Sometimes you go out for coffee after, sometimes he insists on following you home and helping you put the groceries away… You never thought it was wrong because if felt completely fine, it felt natural and amazing to trust him, to feel cared for. And you think you might be in love.

When he finally asks you out, you say “yes” so fast he starts laughing as you blush like a teenager. He embraces you human body against his big minotaur one and lifts you up, burying his big head in your neck as you grab his horns. The sinful groan he lets out makes you whimper in need, and just like that, you two are horny as fuck and it’s like something broke inside you. A new kind of need awakening.

You go on a date that feels like the longest foreplay you’ve ever felt. The date is fucking fantastic, you two fitting better than puzzle pieces, and you can’t stop thinking how much you want to suck his cock. If he’s somewhat proportionate, he must be huge, and that thought plagues your brain every time you look at him. But you don’t say nothing that day.

You continue dating and going groceries together, and after a month of constant turn-on state, you are casually hanging out in your kitchen putting the groceries away as he sits and looks at you while you two talk.

“What?” He asks when he catches you staring at him for the hundredth time, a big smile in his pretty face. He’s so cute you want to hit him, sometimes. You can’t deal with such adorable being.

You look at him, feeling your cheeks getting hot already. “I- Nothing,” you say, embarrassed to admit you were thinking about his dick, once again. You are in a constant state of sexual frustration since you started dating. You thought it would be more sex and less cuteness, and you aren’t mad about it being cute, but dang, you want his cock so deeply inside of you, you could feel him for days after.

He smirks, grabbing a grape out of the bag and chewing it slowly. “Come on, don’t be shy, tell me.” His absurdly hot face and body look so tantalizing and you feel so ready to climb him like a tree every time you get close to him...

“I- I lowkey… Never mind, it’s too embarrassing.” You look down as you take some more groceries and store them in the cupboard. You hear him getting up and getting closer to you, his heat behind you making you melt against his chest. His strong arms coming around you as you sigh, happily. He turns you around and pecks at your lips, his big eyes making pleading as he says nothing. “Okay, okay, stop using those big eyes on me. I… I was thinking about your dick,” you confess, hiding your face in his chest.

He pulls his fingers under your chin and pushes your face up. He’s looking at you with such tenderness and heat in his eyes that you have to grab at his shirt harder not to fall, your knees weak under you. “Say that again?” He asks, his tone pleadingly.

“We… We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and I… I want to move things further,” you let out slowly, looking at him for any reaction. But his face is completely blank and you start doubting everything about your relationship. The voices in your head are loud as you let out a choked: “It’s okay if it’s too fast, I get it. I know. Shutting up now.” It’s been too little, he doesn’t feel the same, he’s just with you because you are exotic… Your inner monologue is filled with self-doubt.

“No. No, it’s not that,” he says, an edge of self-doubt mirroring yours. You blush hard as you look at him up and down, your brain going a mile per minute and falling into the worst possible scenarios.

“What then?” You ask, neediness bleeding into your voice. “You… You don’t find me attractive?” You finally ask, your self-esteem issues making you want to cry as he looks down at you with the most shocked expression ever.

“What?! Are you insane?!” His growl is so deep and feral that your knees turn into jelly under you.

You grab the edge of the counter not to fall. But you can’t respond with anything before he’s manhandling your body over your kitchen table and pushing all the groceries to the ground. You are about to protest when he leans over your body and starts kissing you senseless. His arms part your legs and he steps between them, his monstrous bulge fitting perfectly against your clothed pussy.

“You want this?” He says as he grinds against you. “Are you sure?” He sounds hesitant, but his dick is so hard against you that you want to scream.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant, trying to grind against him. He growls and rips your clothes off in two fast tugs, leaving you naked over the table, like a sacrifice for the minotaur. And you are more than ready to be devoured.

He pulls his fly open in one tug, probably breaking it in the process, but his movements are frantic. He pushes against you once again, his dick huge against your dripping cunt. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts, his dick leaking precum. Leaking so much of it that you feel it dripping over your wet pussy, making a bigger mess. “I don’t think I would fit, you are so tiny.” He proves his point pressing a finger inside you, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He grunts as he fucks you slowly. His finger feels already so big...

“Just the tip,” you try to argue, wanting nothing more than to be fucked. You know you can take him. At least some of him, but he’s so caring and so worried about you… Always worried. You moan and try to move your hips, but his grip is non-forgiving. You can’t move even a millimeter as he rubs his tip against your wet folds around his finger still buried inside. “Please, please,” you always thought you were above begging, but today you learned a new thing about yourself.

“Just the tip?” He asks, the big head of his cock teasing your entrance. “You are so tight,” he grunts. You feel like he’s going to break you apart as he presses lightly, making you cry out. He pulls back, scared that he hurt you, but you shush him, kissing his snout and grabbing his horns. You know he loves when you play with his horns, he told you how sensitive they were.

“Just the tip,” you repeat. You are already feeling needy and desperate, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck you into oblivion, even if that means you’d be impaled by a giant dick.

“You are soaking,” he groans as he gets in position, making you hot all over. The sounds he makes are so erotic you can’t stop moaning in response.

He starts pushing inside millimeter by millimeter and you feel like your body is being torn. He’s so big, so massive inside of you. You don’t know if you can take him. You don’t know if the tip was already too much for your poor human pussy.

“You feel amazing, such a good little human for me.” He keeps going, shushing your whimpers and telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look stretched around him. “Your pussy is so good, you feel so tight around me. Your pussy feels amazing, best pussy I’ve ever tried, I’m not gonna give you up for anything in the world. You are MINE.” With a roar he pushes a bit deeper, making you cry out.

After that it’s like a switch turns off inside him. Before you realize, he’s slipped a bit more inside. And a bit more. And he’s halfway there when he starts to fuck you in earnest, losing complete control of himself because of how good you feel. You start chanting his name as he keeps hitting deep inside of you. Too much, too deep, but so, so good you can’t stop the tears from falling freely.

He fucks you like a piston, so lost in the pleasure of your body that you can’t even think straight as he goes and goes and goes. You don’t know where his body starts and yours ends. You don’t know what day it is or what’s your own name. You just know his dick pushing far and deep inside of you, harder and harder with each thrust. It’s maddening.

“I’m gonna breed you,” he starts. You groan in response, the idea of being filled to the brim making you hotter than expected. And he keeps going, “I’m gonna come so far inside of you, you are gonna feel me inside for days.” You groan again, rocking your hips against him. “Rub your pretty clit for me, fall apart around my dick, let me feel your pussy milking me.” You scream at his words, overwhelmed.

You obey, rubbing your clit as he fucks you furiously on the table, the wood underneath you creaking under the force of his thrusts. It takes you less than two seconds to come around his shaft, only halfway in, but bigger than anything you’ve ever tried.

“Just like that, yes. Yes. Good little human.” He starts babbling nonsense as he fucks you though your orgasm.

When you are coming down from the extracorporeal experience that is an orgasm with him, you feel the first shoot of his come inside of you. He comes, and comes, and comes a bit more. You feel some come leaking around his dick, you feel so full you don’t know what to do but squirm under him. The movement just makes everything move and you groan, clenching around him as he grunts.

He pulls out after what feels like an eternity hugging each other, your pussy feels raw and abused. You whimper when he touches you, so tender and fucked out, but he doesn’t really care, a dazed look in his eyes as he looks at your leaking pussy. You push your body up on your elbows, looking down at him as he kneels on the floor, between your legs. He launches at your pussy, eating you out until he deems you are clean enough. You come three times before he’s done.

And then he takes you to bed and does it all over again.

Hot take: Stop giving a Earth race to alien characters.

Clark Kent isn’t white, he’s fucking Kryptonian.

Kara isn’t white either. She’s fucking Kryptonian.

Martian Man Hunter is GREEN. He’s a MARTIAN AND A SHAPE SHIFTER.

J’onn’s niece is a white martian. It doesn’t mean she’s a white human, THEY CAN SHAPE SHIFT.

Starfire isn’t WHITE or BLACK. She’s fucking ORANGE. Like THE COLOR TRUMP WAS. SHE’S TAMARANIAN (idk how to spell it I’m dyslexic)

Mera and Aqualad and Aquaman aren’t white or black they’re fish people from atlantis.

Race doesn’t matter because they’re not HUMAN. Race is a HUMAN CONSTRUCT. DONT PUT OUR FAULTY CONSTRUCTS WE MADE TO TEAR US APART AS ONE PEOPLE ON THEM.

Do I believe as aliens they’d experience racism on earth? Probably.

Do I think racism exists on their planets? I think it’s possible. But I dont think our concept of racism is final nor do I think it matters. It’s just bad.

Dont put human ideas and shit on nonhuman characters, their “human-ish race” or whatever doesn’t matter.

IF YOU IDENTIFY WITH A CHARACTER, IDENTIFY WITH THEM FOR THEIR PERSONALITY, MORALITY, AND IDEALS - NOT THEIR RACE

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

i NEEDS pt 2 😋😋

☆彡 𝐄𝐗 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌 ミ★

Characters included — Ex! Connie, Ony x reader— eren, armin, jean, and marco are mentioned

Gingers notes — y’all this might need a part two cause i don’t knowwww, i want ony and connie rn, i’ll proofread this later after i done doing a few drabbles or something cause y’all already know i’m lazy

Content warning — X Black fem reader, Ony being sexy, Connie being jealous, weed mentioned, partying, guns, cursing, use of the n word, threats, you know the vibes tell me if i missed anything

Summer is right around the corner, fuck you look like chasing after a nigga? That’s what you told yourself for the two weeks you and connie had broken up. That’s what you told yourself for months, as you stayed in the house, ignoring your calls from your friends— and even disappeared off of social media for the time being.

You didn’t understand why you were so pent up on a relationship that you knew wasn’t any good— Connie was always forgetting about you and staying out late hours into the night, only to come back in the morning with gifts so you didn’t get mad at the inconvenience. You were always hiding stuff from connie, whether that was your plans for your night, or maybe even who you were up all night talking on the phone with, Small shit.

The arguments you two held weren’t any better either, the issues were never resolved and only put on hold while you and connie fucked your frustrations away.

The relationship wasn’t no good, and you knew that— but for those two months, you missed him so much. That was till you got a text from your friend— a screenshot of connie’s story. Him hugged up with a girl that clearly was a you wannabe. And your friend message underneath it reading:

‘stop that moping shit fr’

And that honestly was all you needed to see before you got your shit together. You rather be standing on your last leg, than have Connie enjoying this break up while you were suffering.

And when the heat was settled and the sun was blazing outside, you were out there. You wanted to be seen, at every kickback that you were invited to, every club you got in for free— even being backstage at a few concerts. Summer wouldn’t have to owe you shit once you were done, you promised yourself that.

But of course, with every story post, there was viewers— though you had connie blocked on all your socials, his friends definitely was sending him every other post. He tried to be cool about it, pretended that he didn’t care— especially when his “girlfriend” asked what he was looking at on his phone. Even when he wanted to reply with ‘My bitch’ he shrugged it off and always said nothing.

But he made a silent promise to himself, that whenever you two see each other again, he would deal with you.

And you were clueless, as you brushed through the curls of your ginger wig, checking your phone to check the time before standing up from your vanity, grabbing your keys and your purse. Leaving the house to hop in the driver seat of your car.

Outdoor parties were okay, you only went when you knew your friends we’re gonna be there too— only for y’all to sit on the roof of your car most of the night with cups in hand and weed in your system. It was chill. But this one was different, you had been personally invited by the host, a ole friend of yours and connie’s, Eren. You were honestly gonna decline but when the groupchat said it sounded like it would be fun, you accepted and told him you and your girls were gonna slide.

As you pulled up, You noticed just how packed it really was, most of the street was flooded with cars— ranging from Challengers, hellcats— some kia’s and even a few fords. You were lucky to get a spot close enough to the actual party.

Immediately as you were walking through the sea of people you were looking for the host and your friends, to let them know you there. But stopping in your tracks as you heard your name being called out, turning around see armin and eren waving you over. With a smile of your face you approached.

“What’s up stranger— haven’t seen you in a minute.” Eren said draping his arm over your shoulders pulling you into a hug before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead as you laughed as you gave armin a hug too “I’ve been busy, you know this.” You said smoothing your hands on your outfit to which you don’t notice eren or armin staring at. Everyone knew you didn’t shy away from revealing clothes, but the males couldn’t help but mentally state just how fine you looked

“Come on, i want you to meet some of the guys.” Eren said wrapping his arm around your waist after dragging himself out of his thoughts while leading you deeper into the party into the backyard, which had a pool that was full of girls and guys alike. Including your friends to which you waved at. Before sitting next to eren on one of the lounge chairs as he called over his homeboys.

Now that he introduced you, you now know their names are Jean, Reiner, and Marco. Jean you knew, he was a close friend to connie, always stopping by the house for a few hours and playing the game with him while they smoked or whatever. “And there’s— where he at?” Eren said while looking around before cuffing his hand on the side of his mouth to call his friend “there he is, Ony!” he said while you turned your head just in time to see who he was talking about.

You should be embarrassed the way your thighs instinctively pressed together at the sight. What you saw, was a dark skin man pulling himself out of the pool, the chain that adored his neck seemed to only make the scene even better as the water droplets from the pool trailed down his neck down this chest and lower. He was tall— and built like he went to the gym every other day and he religiously went on runs. His swim shorts hung low on his waist, and you thought your breath was caught in your throat as he approached the small group. Eren standing up to dap up the man.

“Yo, Ony, i wanted you to meet my home girl, this y/n.” Eren said bringing the attention back to you, and you almost thought you were gonna pass out when you made eye contact with his brown eyes “Wassup.” was all he said and you saw it, the gold grills that adored his teeth, you felt like you would have to jump into the pool to cool down. This man is too fine you almost felt like you were on cloud 9 just from looking at him.

You had to look away and pretend like you didn’t care before nodding your head at him as a silent “Hey” left your lips, he chuckled lowly as he reached over grabbing something from the nearby table and putting it in the pockets of his swim trunks “You too cool to look me in the eyes or sum ma?” You haven’t heard anyone call you that since connie— but it sounded so good coming from his lips as you looked over at the stranger “Nah, i can just already tell you a problem.” You said which earned a smirk from him before he offered his hand to you, and you happily took it as you stood up, those same brown eyes trailing down your outfit “Lemme take her off y’all hands for a second.” Ony said before the group could even answer he was, you thought, leading you back towards the front, but instead stopping at the side of the house.

As you leaned against the wall, he towered over you, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes raking over your form— you were stunning, from your brown thighs that looked soft to the touch, to your breast that were sitting oh so nicely in your top giving him a nice view, all the way to your face, full lips adored with brown lip liner and gloss paired with your mink lashes that fluttered whenever you blinked. You were so damn pretty.

“You connie ole girl ain’t it?” He asked as you rolled your eyes smacking your lips together softly at your exes name, “Yeah, ole girl. We ain’t together no more— ain’t been together for months.” You said eagerly to end that assumption that you and him were still together. “Knew it was yo fine ass not gon lie.” He chuckled and shook his head, “What? You one of his homeboys or sum?” You asked, cause you told yourself you wouldn’t homie hop in his friend-group— but for the man in front of you, you might make an exception. “Sum like that.” Was all you needed to hear. This nigga ain’t loyal to his homeboys.

You didn’t even have time to register ony had took steps closer to you, and his hand was pressed against the wall behind you next to your head. “I knew he was goofy, but letting a dime piece like you go, that shit unheard of.” Ony said leaning in closer to you. You thought he was gonna kiss you, you were hoping he was gonna kiss you— feeling his plush lips against your own sticky ones didn’t sound bad at all. He smelled good too, pulling you into his seduction faster than you could even imagine.

He was a breath away, lips ghosting against your own, just before you could close the small gap of space between you two— the sounds of gun shots were in the air and people were running. But it seemed both of y’all were more annoyed than fearful.

Ony looked at you for a second before cursing under his breath, grabbing you arm guiding you through the scene of people, leading you to what you assumed to be his car while his other hand gripped on his gun— protection. He unlocked the passenger door of his all black tinted window benz for you, and told you to lock it after he left.

He left you in his car, as he went to go find out who ruined his moment, you sat in the passenger seat heated cause of the interruption and horny from just how fast Ony moved to ensure you were safe, all you could do was pull your phone out of your purse and turn it on— immediately noticing the multiple missed calls from, ‘No Caller ID’ and even more unread messages from “Maybe: Conniebae 🧡🧡”. You could only scoff as you read through them.

‘Y/n bruh’

‘ik yo ass at this party’

‘you childish asf omm’

‘jean just told me you sneaking around with my hb’

‘tf wrong with yo ass cuh’

‘ you tryna get bro killed ong’

‘now you can’t answer text? fasho’

‘i gotchu bruh’

‘bet.’

It didn’t take a genius to find out who started to shoot at the party after reading your text, and that frustrated you, he had no right to be angry, y’all weren’t together anymore . To make it worse as you looked back down at your phone to reread the messages once again, you saw those three dots appear on your screen before a few more messages popped up.

‘get yo ass to the house now.’

‘leave bro there or i’ll spin the block again’

‘this time i wont miss’

‘and yk i ain’t playing’

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who is groaning in your ears from your creamy walls. your ass bouncing back off his lower abdomen with his hand having your back arched. “mmph!” muffled into the mattress. “ s—shit..!” you’d cry out at his dick stretching your lips so perfectly, suctioning onto is shaft only made him want more. “y’pussy too good..fuck..” his words always made you flutter around him, you cant help but crack a smile over the hold you have on him. “c’mon look back at me mama..” he moves his hand down to your waist with a tight grip pulling your back to meet his hips. making eye contact with his dark ones. “sexy ass face..” laying your head back down as he speeds up his thrusting.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who isn’t usually like this, but when he was it was messy. hot tears running down your pretty face as ony is drilling inside you. hitting your cervix so good your brain melts even more every thrust, leaving nothing on your mind but him and his dick fucking you so good. “onyyyy! im c—cumming baby.” orgasm after orgasm, your pussy aching from overstimulation so bad to the point where it feels so good. “shitshit.. slow down..” pressing against his stomach. immediately slowing his mean pace, his strokes still harsh. “i know ma.. i know, but you could gimmie another..” letting you take your breather of broken whines before the cycle repeats.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who always loves filling you up. seeing his thick cum ooze out of your pretty pussy is always a turn on for him. “fuck you know how to ride this dick..” a smack to your ass watching the ripples display in awe. " oh my god..” gripping on his bare thigh as you roll your hips against his, "im g'na cum daddy! cum wimmie p-please.." your whiney words echoing throughout his head over and over. "yeah? hold out f'me baby.. almost there.” you moan as an answer, slowing down your pace to wait for your lover. more and more thrusts you inch closer to the edge, “im so c-close..” hanging your head down as you focus on cumming together with him. “right there witchu..let it out ma, nut on this d-dick.. shit..” his voice triggering your orgasm, your legs shaking in pleasure as he paints your walls white.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who loves your pussy sm ♡

Welp, since absolutely no one asked

Here are the types of bodies I think the 141 have ✨

TF141 x Female Reader

Tags: cum eating, blow jobs, oral (fem receiving), cumming in pants, multiple orgasms

Warning: NSFW imagery beneath cut

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

As far as sheer beauty goes, Gaz might top them all. I head canon Kyle as being pretty lean, body composed of sculpted, sheer muscle. He's got a slim frame, like a runner or boxer.

Graceful. Strong. Built for endurance and agility.

What's more? It's fucking effortlessssss. Like, legitimately. When he was a middle schooler, he might have been told he was skinny once or twice. But the minute he hit his growth spur and shot up like a bean stalk, no one could say shit.

Why?

Because Gaz looks like a goddamn male model and he doesn't even have to do anything to maintain it.

Perfect skin? Yep. He uses five dollar lotion.

Legs like a ballerina? Uh-huh. The only training he does is for work.

Sculpted, mouth-watering abs? Check. They were built by McDonald's fries, Netflix, and the grace of God himself.

Let's face it. Gaz looks like he walked off the cover of a magazine purely because the lord has favorites. Let's move on.

Now, Gaz might only go the extra mile when it comes to work training...

But those muscles didn't just come from anywhere.

And the first time Gaz gets you underneath him, cock pounding into you for what feels like hours, you finally fucking understand.

Gaz's body—slick, strong, and slim—is built for agility. For endurance.

It's built for trapping you beneath the length of his covetous frame until you're too exhausted to struggle. For holding you down until he's dripping with sweat, until every muscle in his shaking body screams for a break.

Until his long, aching cock is slowly dripping semen onto the flat of your stomach.....for the third time in the past hour.

Gaz might loathe running the track, but he'll have you fucking like bunnies until you manage to buck him off.

The man has stamina that could rival a racehorse, and god help any woman that found herself in his grasp.

"Sit still, baby," he pants loudly, wrenching the globes of your ass in two of his model-esque hands, "M'not fuckin' done yet. One more...I just—need one more."

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Now Soap? probably the exact opposite of Gaz.

When body building became popular online, Soap jumped right on the bandwagon. Perhaps he grew up as the youngest brother in a horde of boys...or perhaps he was just tired of being the shortest boy on the football team...

But the minute he was old enough to afford a gym subscription, he was there. From dusk 'til dawn, practically. To Johnny, the gym is more than just a hobby. It's a lifestyle, and one that he enjoys immensely.

Soap is bulky, built of bulging muscle, broad shoulders, and thin hips. Every inch of it, from his plush chest to his cut abs, was painstakingly earned by hours of pumping iron.

He goes lifting six days a week, tracks all of his nutrition down to the last calorie. Everything he puts into his body is tracked and monitored--and that's the way he likes it.

He'd never say it aloud, but if it were up to him, I think he'd be the type to participate in those fitness/body building competitions.

In simple terms though? Without all those fancy words? "Macros?" "BCAAS?" What the hell is that?

In layman's terms...

Johnny has arms like tree trunks and ass for fucking DAYS. With the bulk and cut cycle, he oscillates between beautifully fatty in the thighs....to shredded like a piece of paper.

You can't help but watch him go back and forth, mind reeling with the change.

In the winter, you rest your head against the soft plains of his stomach while you lap at the head of his cock, soft and squishy from holiday cookies and hot cocoa. You like him like this.

Full. Rosy cheeked. Cock leaking strings of slick in the dip of his belly button, semen thin and stringy in your mouth.

In the summer? God help you.

In the summer, Johnny's out more than he's in, running himself ragged between his diet, work, and the gym. When he comes home, he's grumpy and agitated, balls achingly full, and semen thick after months of careful water intake.

His caloric intake might be down...but he prefers a different type of eating, anyway.

Good thing he has all those muscles. All the better to hold you down while he fucks you on his tongue.

"Johnny—" you mewl, shoving at his head when his tongue curls around your clit again, "It's past five already—aren't you ready for dinner?"

His lips pop when he pulls off of your swollen clit, eyes glazed over while he watches the way your pussy leaks.

"M'not hungry, doll," he mutters, "Got more than enough to eat here, anyway..."

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon Riley....

Now, he's just a big fucking boy. Like, 6'4, over 250 lbs type of big.

Hear me out. Contrary to popular belief, I think Simon has more trouble keeping weight on than keeping it off. I wholeheartedly believe that when he was a teenager he was a thin guy.

Like, he'd fully grown into his height, but just didn't have the nutrition to support it. Simon doesn't cook, and...for lack of a better description, he's not great at taking care of himself. When he was a teenager, still trapped in his parents house, he probably skipped more meals than he ate. And before he joined the army, I think it's safe to say he was a lanky, underweight kid.

But the minute that man starts eating three meals a day?

GODDAMN DOES HE GROW. Like, I'm pretty sure by the end of basic training his drill sergeants were terrified of the monster they'd created.

Simon's fucking heavyyyyyy. Built equally of fat and muscle. He likes the gym, but his body isn't built for the magazine. It's built for utility. For war. For fucking blood. He doesn't care about appearances. He needs strength than can kill.

Barrel chest. Biceps bigger than your head. Stomach muscled and heaving. A trail of wispy, blonde hair leading down from his belly button into the hefty bulge at the front of his pants....

Simon's a behemoth, and anyone whose fought him on the mat knows better than to stand within his arms' reach.

Now, his weight fluctuates pretty heavily, too. A rough few months in the field could see his weight dropping quickly, in which case his hard earned muscle would show through.

But when he's on leave?

...homeboy sustains himself on granola bars and ramen noodles. He gets soft around the middle and also should probably drink more water but...good luck trying to get him to eat more than convenience store junk. He’ll set the kitchen on fire if he tries to boil some water.

Simon's big.

And he's big everywhere.

The zippers on his jeans are remarkably tight. His fatigues look almost like lingerie on his thick thighs. And if he's wearing grey sweatpants?Simon's a lethal fucking weapon at that point.

Why am I telling you this?

Because the first time you see him naked, you might be tempted to reconsider opening your legs for a man like him...your cervix will be bruised to hell and back--not to mention your ass and thighs, too. His hands aren't kind like Kyle's, nor are they careful like Johnny's.

He'll rough you up, pound into you like any reasonable woman could ever manage to take the full length of him without crying.

He'll bite his identity into your collarbones, burn his fingerprints into the fat of your ass cheeks. And when it's all said and done, he'll bully the fattened head of his ruddy cock between your lips and watch the tears drip from your eyes, swollen mouth quivering when you try to swallow his cum.

And if it's all too much to handle? Good luck getting out from under him. Because once you're there, you're not leaving unless you can push him off, match his strength, or make him cum fast enough to leave before he's hard again.

Though, nobody's ever managed it before...not like they'd ever want to.

"Mm—Simon, you're—“

"Shhhh, love," he grunts, your body shoved flat to the mattress beneath his massive frame, "Don't move. Don't fuckin' move. I'm almost there, just....fuck, sit still and let me fill you up, yeah? Then I'll let you go...I promise this time."

Captain John Price

Now, if there is anyone in the 141 that actually enjoys the food they eat, it's Price.

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

okay so, Price, as a Captain, probably makes substantially more than the other three. That, and he's a good bit older too. He's past his prime (or so he thinks), and whether or not he has a perfect six pack when he looks in the mirror is the LAST thing he could ever care about.

Price isn't one for keeping up appearances--at least not as it concerns his body shape.

Is his beard trimmed and oiled? Always. He's damn near neurotic about it.

Is he always freshly showered, groomed, and cologne-d? Without a doubt. It's a point of pride.

Does the watch he's wearing compliment his clothing? he spends a STUPID amount of time thinking about it.

Will he gain another pound if he eats the Oreo cheesecake at the end of the night? Yep. And he'll enjoy every. Single. Second of it.

Price is as close to a foodie as a purebred military man can get. He loves cooking, and he recently remodeled his kitchen. He has GREAT taste in wine and spirits, and has spent a significant amount on amassing a good collection in his house.

If there's one word that describes Price, it's this: DECADENCE.

This man drinks, smokes, and eats as much as he pleases because he's lived long enough to learn the value of hedonism.

Why skip the cigs for the cigar when you could smoke both? Why stop at popping a just a single bottle bottle? Why not order the most expensive steak on the menu? Or the thickest slice of chocolate cake you've ever seen? What, like he'll regret it?

Price doesn't regret anything, and his body reflects that.

Of course, due to his profession, he never truly falls out of athletic shape (he's ready to be called away at a moments notice, after all). But he's LONG SINCE ditched his glory days. Like the others, his body fluctuates between highly cut to soft around the edges.

Price is thick around the ribs and plush in the chest. His weight settles around his hips and arms, making his biceps fluff up if he eats enough. His stomach is soft and sweet. So are his thighs.

The only thing that doesn't change?

The hair. Holy shit this man has a lot of chest hair.

All in all, Price likes a good meal, but he's still in elite fighting shape. Though, unlike the other three, his age stops him from being purely athletic. If anything, he looks more like a construction worker or landscaper. Someone who spent a long time building things with their hands instead of running laps around the track.

Now, what was that about decadence? Drinking, smoking, eating...

Price was indulgent in every sense of the word. Indulgent to himself, to his friends, and to his family.

But in bed?

The way Price fucks makes you understand why people let their teeth rot for another bite of Halloween candy.

Price wouldn't know moderation if it hit him in the face. And when it comes to your pleasure, to your body in and of itself, Price will be damned if you walk away without a smile on your face.

He's a service Dom through and through. Hell, just feeling your cunt clench around his fingers, your voice crying through another orgasm, is nearly enough to make him cum in his pants.

He'd done it before, too.

Was he embarrassed about it?

Not at all.

"John," you gasp, watching his length twitch rapidly beneath his jeans, a wet spot appearing at the top of his bulge, "Did you just..."

"Yeah," he groans between kisses, "So what?"

"It's—It's just that...isn't that a little—"

"Embarrassing?" he chuckles, "Hardly...Not if you'll go as red as I think you will when I let you lick me clean."

To John, watching you lap at his softening cock--and enjoy it too--is more than enough to get his blood pumping.

He'd always give you exactly what you want...even if you didn't have the guts to ask for it aloud.

Once you unintentionally found marital documents on Simon's office desk, you thought oh finally the infamous cool and reserved lieutenant of task force 141 got someone who he can take care of and spend his time after retirement. You're genuinely happy for him to actually meet someone and couldn't not think of how lucky that person is. That was all the thought until you inspected the document closer and later you noticed the spouse name there right after Simon was your name.

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The Fuckboy Committee

FIVE: THE GAG REFLEX

18+

Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

You get caught during a steamy moment with Bucky in the office, before the fuckboys give you a lesson in sucking dick.

Content Warning: Fuckboy!Bucky x Reader x Fuckboy!Steve, friends with benefits, inexperienced!reader, mature themes, smut (blowjob, facial), fluff.

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"Excuse me! You can't just walk in there," Mel calls out with raised brows as she stands up from her desk. "He's busy."

Glancing over at her, you say nothing before swinging the door open and walking in, anyway. Mel rushes after you, her eyes wide.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Barnes, she just barged in-"

"It's alright, Mel," Bucky cuts her off with his eyes on you. "Shut the door behind you."

You hear her huff before leaving, closing the door a little too hard. Looking around, you walk further into the room. "Nice office," You comment while Bucky stands up and meets you at the side of his desk. "Steve's is bigger, though."

Biting back a smirk, he purses his lips. "A recurring theme," He says lightly.

His words make you snort. "Only by a tiny bit," You assure him, resting your arms on his shoulders. "The difference is barely noticeable."

"Don't patronize me, newbie," He mumbles, glancing down at your lips while stroking your waist. "I'm very comfortable with the size."

"Me too," You quip with a smile, earning a short peck from him.

"As much as I love having you here," He begins, bringing up his thumb to stroke your cheek. "Is there something in particular you needed? Or were you just missing me?" 

"Oh, yeah," You perk up, taking your arms off of him as you re-enter professional mode. "Mr. Stark wants you to call Nick Fury and refuse the Greenwich Street deal."

"Really?" Bucky asks you with a frown, before tilting his head. "And you had to come all the way here to tell me, rather than email or tell Mel?"

You shrug before explaining, "I was walking past your office, anyway, so I thought I might as well drop by myself."

"Mhm, sure," He teases, smirking down at you before leaning in. "You can admit that you just wanted to see me, baby."

"Mmm, maybe," You reply lowly, feeling butterflies as his nose brushes against yours. 

"Just maybe?" He repeats, raising a brow.

"Bucky," You whine.

"If you want a kiss, you gotta say the magic words," He sings with a cocky grin. 

Letting out a frustrated groan, you place your hands on either side of his neck and stand on your toes to reach him. "I wanted to see you, Bucky," You whisper, eliciting a hum of approval from him.

"That's my girl," He whispers back before finally giving what you want and marrying his lips to yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. It isn't gentle for long, though. Bucky tightens his grip on your hips, pulling your body into his as his tongue delves into your mouth, stroking and teasing yours.

Uncontrollable soft moans fly from your throat as you dig your nails into his shirt-covered biceps, and you feel his hardening cock poke against your stomach.

"Baby," He mumbles almost incoherently. "Can't wait to fuck you."

You whimper with a deep craving at his admission, and you can't help but reciprocate his feelings, though you're more reserved in voicing them. Instead of telling him you feel the same, you show him, by sliding your tongue into his mouth in an attempt to take some control. He growls, wrapping his arms around you and dipping your body down, surprised and further turned on by your sudden confidence.

Just before you can suggest that he relieve some of your frustration with his pretty, pretty fingers, or mouth, the door to his office is slammed open.

"Do not refuse Greenwich- what the fuck?" Tony looks outraged at the sight of Bucky's arms around you and your lips locked on his, making you jump back with a gasp. Bruce is behind him looking even angrier with flushed red cheeks, making you inwardly wince. You don't like him when he's angry.

"It was a bet," You spit out the first excuse that comes to mind. "I thought you'd take Fury's offer on the Greenwich property, Mr. Stark, but Bucky thought you wouldn't, so we placed a bet. And his prize was a kiss. But, now I guess you are taking the offer - which means I won. Cough it up, Buck."

Bucky raises a brow at your outstretched hand before rolling his eyes and taking out his wallet. He pulls out two fifty dollar bills and places them in your palm. "There you go, newbie," He mutters, shaking his head.

"What have I told you and Rogers about staying away from my PAs?" Tony chastises him with a glare.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Bucky puts on a look of innocence. "Honestly, Tony, it was just a stupid kiss for a stupid bet," He claims, and even you believe him.

With a huff, Tony gives you a nod before leaving that silently tells you to follow him, which you do. Bruce, on the other hand, stays put, closing the door once you and Tony are gone.

Confused as to why he's still here, Bucky raises a brow. "Do you need something?" He asks.

Bruce lets out a long sigh, resting his hands on his hips. "Look, whatever you do..." He trails off as his eye twitches. "Just don't hurt her, alright?"

Taken aback and slightly amused, Bucky lets out a scoff. "Huh?"

"She's a nice girl and I don't want you messing her around," Bruce iterates sternly.

Bucky can't help but snort. "And who the fuck are you? Her father?" He asks with a smug smirk.

Clenching his hands into fists, Bruce takes a foreboding step forward. "If you treat her the way you treated the others, you can kiss your cushy job goodbye," He threatens darkly. "And don't try me, Barnes. I've been here a lot longer than you."

Bucky rolls his eyes, leaning back against his desk. This isn't the first time that the unmarried, childless Bruce Banner has taken it upon himself to act as a father figure for one of the girls in the office, and his daddy complex is glaringly obvious. "Whatever, man," Bucky utters bitterly. "I'll stay away from your pretty princess."

"You ready, pretty princess?"

Shaking your head at Bucky's question, you take in a deep breath. "I don't think I'll ever be ready to have a dick in my mouth," You admit.

"Don't worry; you'll love it once you're used to it," Steve assures you while rubbing your shoulders.

Staring Bucky's cock right in the eye, you shake your head again. "I can't see that ever happening," You say lowly.

The bed is more comfortable than the ground would be under your knees, but you're still deathly nervous about what's soon to ensue. Bucky's sitting with his back against the headboard while sporting a healthy grin. "He wants a kiss," He sings teasingly, making it move without touching it. Admittedly, the sight gets you excited.

"What if I vomit on you?" You ask him timidly, wincing at the horrific thought.

"It's like swimming," Steve tells you. "As long as you don't eat an hour before, you're golden."

"C'mon, newbie," Bucky coaxes you gently. "Just a kiss."

Leaning down, you feel your heart race as your face gets nearer to his length. The tip is a little red, desperate for some friction. You give it an experimental lick, making it twitch.

"You're gonna be such a fuckin' tease, aren't you?" Bucky mumbles under his breath as his eyes darken.

"Not on purpose," You mutter before licking a longer stripe along his shaft. He bites his lip while you open your mouth a little wider and let his tip sit on your tongue. Having the foreign object in your mouth makes you panic a little and your heart races.

"Breathe through your nose," Steve advises you. "And take it slow. There's no rush, and there's nothing to be afraid of."

With your eyes on Bucky, you slide your head further down until you feel him about halfway down your tongue, which immediately makes you gag. Coughing, your pull back and wince. "I can't," You say defeatedly.

"Just take what you can and use your hand on the rest," Bucky suggest, loving the position he's in right now. The view of his cock waving around in your face is more than enough stimulation for him, let alone the fact that this is your first time.

Taking in their words, you nod and firmly take hold of Bucky's cock. You wrap your lips around the tip and can take just over an inch more of it as you slowly bob your head up and down while stroking the rest of it with your hand.

"Fuck," Bucky groans lowly. "Spit on it, baby."

Your stomach flips at his request and you bashfully pull him out of your mouth before leaning down and letting out some spit onto it. It drips down the side, making him shudder.

"Keep going," Steve whispers into your ear, and you do as he says. While you continue trying to get into a rhythm while choking every few seconds, he crawls up the bed and takes out his own dick.

"And please, don't bite me," Bucky whispers with a smirk. "Not too hard."

Steve begins jerking off next to Bucky while you slobber and suck, hoping you're bringing him at least some pleasure. His low groans prove that you are, giving you a sense of pride.

"You're a natural, twinkie," Steve says while watching you with hungry eyes as you take a couple more inches. "Turning into our very own little cockslut."

Instead of being offended by his words, you're turned on by them. "Mhm," You hum, making Bucky growl.

"Fuck, that feels good," He whispers as he throws his head back. Tilting his head, he reaches his hand out and replaces Steve's around his cock, stroking him up and down.

"Oh, shit," Steve mumbles, swallowing thickly as Bucky takes over for him. "Don't stop, Jamie."

You're turned on beyond belief, but you need to focus on the task at hand. Ignoring how fucking hot they are as they make out, tongues stroking each other while Bucky jerks Steve off, you feel a surge of motivation to make Bucky feel good.

He moans into his kiss with Steve as you take a few more inches of him into your throat, squeezing your thumb to help with the gagging. Taking steady breaths through your nose, you gain confidence and composure, allowing you to speed up your movements.

"Holy fuck," Bucky groans. "I haven't had head in a long time, so I might not - fuck - last for much longer."

"I'm sure twinkie is glad to hear that," Steve says with a chuckle. "Jaw hurting, yet?"

You give him a thumbs up to confirm that it is, making both of them laugh.

"Don't worry, babe, I'm close," Bucky assures you, running his free hand through your hair. "Do you wanna swallow my cum?"

Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and he can see the eagerness in them. Steve smirks down at you and mumbles, "I've never seen her pretty face so lit up. You gonna be a little cumslut for us, twinkie?"

"Pretty little cumdump," Bucky adds lowly before clenching his jaw and rolling his eyes back.

His hips buck up and he accidentally forces his cock into your throat, making you choke. Though you panic for a split second, the sensation of having him fill up your mouth makes you wetter than ever as your legs squeeze together.

"Shit, I'm so fuckin' sorry, baby," He says with wide eyes as he cups your face in his hands.

You hum and pat his thigh, silently telling him it's okay and taking more of him into your mouth to prove it. Him and Steve watch with slack jaws as you take most of his length, barely gagging and determined not to choke again.

"Look so fuckin' hot with your mouth wrapped 'round him like that," Steve moans as his dick twitches in Bucky's hand. "Our gorgeous little slut's a fast learner, aren't you?"

"Mhm," You reply with a muffled voice.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," Bucky says, letting go of Steve's cock and running his hands through your hair. "You don't have to swallow, newbie - but fuck, I really want you to."

Wanting nothing more than to make him proud, you keep him in your mouth as you continue to suck him off, mentally preparing for it. It's gonna be okay. Just pretend it's a shot of vodka going down your throat. Close your eyes and swallow.

When you feel the first rope hit the back of your throat, your instinct is to pull back and cough it out, but you stay strong and collected. He moans your name as he cums, and your eyes well up as he coats your throat with his seed. It's salty, with a distinctive taste you bet only Bucky possesses. You bob your head up and down a few more times while he finishes, his grip on your hair tightening. The tinge of pain makes you whimper, and you know your panties are soaked through.

Bucky pulls his cock out from your mouth once he's done, breathing heavily as he lies back. "Holy fuck," He whispers under his breath. "Good job, newbie."

Seeing Steve stroke his cock, you crawl closer and release your inhibitions before parting your lips and saying, "Cum on my face, please?"

His eyes darken at your request, him and Bucky both rendered speechless. Without wasting another second, Steve gets onto his knees in front of you. Bucky does the same, and wraps his hand back around Steve's cock before jerking him off faster than before.

Throwing his head back, Steve cups your cheek in his hand, keeping you in position while he moans. "My God, Jamie, just like that."

"Come on, Stevie, cum for her," Bucky mumbles in his ear. "Make her pretty face even prettier."

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," Steve announces before letting out a grunt and shooting his load onto your cheeks and chin. It's warm on your skin, and you feel naughtier than ever.

The two of them stare down at you while catching their bend breaths and watching you wipe the cum off your face, collecting it on your fingers. Bashfully, you offer them a small smile. "I've been watching porn," You shyly admit.

Snorting, Steve raises a brow. "Fuck, baby. I was not expecting that," He utters.

"C'mere," Bucky says, reaching out to you. You crawl up onto his lap and he grabs a wipe from the nightstand to clean your face, while shaking his head with a smile. "You did so well."

"You really did, twinkie," Steve reiterates, stroking your hair before frowning. "But also, you watched porn? Where?"

"PornHub," You answer innocently. "Where else?"

"No, absolutely not," Steve says firmly.

"Yeah, don't do that again," Bucky adds sternly, cupping your cheek in his hand. "Porn is bad. Especially the stuff on PornHub."

"The next time you wanna watch people have sex, just FaceTime us," Steve says with a teasing smirk. "We'll give you a good show."

You roll your eyes but can't drop your grin as you sit on Bucky's lap. "Noted."

An hour later, the three of you are sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV. You've connected your phone to it, and it's displaying your Tinder account.

"Total fuckboy," Steve decides before swiping left. "Oh, this guy definitely has chlamydia. Next."

"That's enough; I'm beginning to lose the last iota of faith I had in men," You say, taking your phone from Steve's hand and turning it off.

"Why don't you tell us about you?" Bucky requests, turning to face you. "I mean, if we're gonna help you find a man, we need to know what kind of woman you are."

"I guess you're right," You agree, sitting back. "What do you need to know?"

"Everything," Steve interjects. "How would you be as a girlfriend?"

"I've never been a girlfriend," You remind them. "How do you guys think I'd be?"

The two of them share a look before Bucky shrugs and says, "We don't know you well enough, yet."

Sighing, you snuggle into Steve's side. "Well, I'm just... normal," You tell them.

"Clingy," Steve corrects with a smirk as he glances down at you.

"Excuse me?" You scoff, lifting your head off your shoulder.

"Look at you; can barely go a minute without touching one of us," Bucky says as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. "You're desperately touch-starved."

"That is not true!" You claim, deliberately moving to the other side of the couch to get away from Steve.

"Whatever you say," The blond mutters smugly.

Bucky returns from the kitchen with a bottle of kombucha and sits on the coffee table directly in front of you with a smirk. "It's not a bad thing, newbie," He assures you as he twists open the lid. "It's cute."

"You're cute," You retort bitterly.

"What else can you tell us about yourself?" Steve wonders.

Taking a few moments to think about it, you hum. "Well, I'm smart, and I'm usually pretty intuitive. I can tell if someone's upset with me, or annoyed," You inform them. "And I'm nice. Easy."

Steve snorts at that. "Slut," He mumbles under his breath.

"I meant easy going, you prick," You correct, hitting his shoulder.

"What are you like when you're angry?" Bucky questions you, tilting his head before taking a long sip from the bottle.

"I hardly ever get mad," You tell him truthfully. "But I like to think I handle it pretty well."

"What's your type?" Steve asks.

You tilt your head back and look up at the ceiling, contemplating your answer. "I don't really have one, looks-wise. But as long as he's nice, and funny, and doesn't take himself too seriously, then he's perfect," You tell them as a small smile grows on your lips at the thought of your perfect man.

Smirking, Bucky raises a brow. "Told you. Touch-starved," He utters, confusing you.

"What are you-" You glance down to where he's looking, where your foot is absentmindedly stroking his leg, and you immediately pull it back and tuck your knees into your chest.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed, twinkie, it's adorable," Steve coos, lifting you up and sitting you down on his lap as he hugs you tightly. "And Bucky and I are touchy, too, so it's perfect."

"Exactly," Bucky agrees, sitting down next to you and resting his head on Steve's shoulder. "And now we know your love language."

"I don't know; expensive gifts go a long way," You say with a smirk.

"Oh, God," Bucky groans, shaking his head. "She's gonna make pay pigs outta us, Ste."

"Is that right?" Steve asks as his eyes light up. "I'd be honored, twinkie."

"Great! I'd love a Chanel bag," You joke, resting your arms on his shoulders. "And a Tiffany necklace would be nice."

"We'll get right on it," Bucky says, and you aren't entirely sure that he's joking.

"Oh! Also," You begin, placing one of your hands against Bucky's chest. "Do you guys wanna come over to my place for game night?"

Steve raises a brow. "Is that... are you being kinky?" He wonders aloud.

"No, not for sex or anything," You assure him. "Wanda and her boyfriend, Sam, wanna throw a little get together. His friends are coming, and they wanted you both to come, too."

"They know about us?" Bucky asks you, taken aback. "What have you told them?"

Sheepishly, you shrug. "... Everything?"

"And how do they feel about it?" Steve questions carefully.

"Naturally, they're a little concerned," You say truthfully. "But once they get to know you, they'll love you."

"Just like you?" Bucky teases you with a smirk.

You shoot him a wink, smiling back at him. "Just like me."

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