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[sadcl0wn]

i know this is a long shot but HEAR ME OUT!

PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS can you do a TF141 reacting to when their girl asks to peg them. IM BEGGING YOU

TF141 and How They'd React to Reader Asking to Peg Them

A/N: I'm on it, anon. DON'T WORRY

Warnings: SMUT!!! Includes pegging ofc. Written with an AFAB reader with fem genitalia in mind.

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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Price would be incredibly hesitant. I don’t think he’d actually agree to it. He’s very traditional. He’s normally the one fucking and believes it should stay that way. Maybe he’s thought about it before, maybe he hasn’t. TLDR, he doesn’t think he would enjoy it.

The furthest you would ever get to it is just fingering him. Of course it would take a bit to lay him back and have his legs spread, but you seemed so happy when he agreed to try something new with him.

Working him up wasn’t too hard, sucking him off to help comfort him, holding his hand when he got a little nervous. You could really feel his vulnerability radiating, never exactly being in this position before. But right as you push a slicked finger inside him, the all new feeling was too much and he backed out.

Yeah, it just isn’t his thing. But you were proud of him nonetheless for trusting you that much to just try. You make sure to suck him off good to make up for it.

Gaz I feel like would be the only one from them to be immediately for it. He’s probably fingered himself before, once giving himself a prostate orgasm that’s left him breathless and shuddering. He feels secure enough to bend over for his love.

Even if you’re just pushing your fingers inside him, he’s already begging you to fuck him.

“Gotta stretch you first, calm down.” But he’s pushing back against you with a shudder. He’s too eager, it makes you roll your eyes from how damn needy he can be. This man has no chill whatsoever.

Gaz back arches would go crazy, arching like a cat as the tip of your strap slams against that sensitive spot inside him. Has such a pretty and plump ass too so it’s hard to not claw at his flesh while he’s taking you from behind.

“F-Fuck.. right there, please. Right- mmfh!”

His eyes will roll back, his cheeks flushed as he asks you to ram his insides in no-mercy style. Kyle will actively bounce back on you, wondering to himself why he’s never asked you himself to do this earlier. It just feels too fucking good that he trears up and cries out for you to keep going.

“No! Don’t stop. Gonnacum, gonnacum, gonnacum!”

He gets so addicted to the feeling that it definitely becomes part of your routine, sometimes just wanting his pretty thoughts to be fucked out of his head.

I can see him coming home from duty one night and he’s just missed you so much. He’s like a dog in heat, begging you to fuck him again because he just needs you to take care of him so bad. Who are you to deny him when he’s asking so nicely? Good boys like Gaz deserve to get dicked down and have their backs blown out by their pretty little partner.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ghost spits his tea out like a cartoon. I don't see him saying yes at first, very very reluctantly agreeing, but only to you fingering him. He isn’t used to being so vulnerable like that, but… just MAYBE he trusts you enough to not hurt him… pfft.. whatever.

Despite now nervous he feels, you know just how to calm him down. Your hands first run down his chest and stomach as you press small kisses along his lips and jaw. Running lower, you squeeze at his balls a few times before lubing your fingers up and gently pressing them against him.

“Relax, I’ve got you.”

His legs shake a little as you push them into his tight hole, his walls clenching around you. He would definitely not feel comfortable the first few times, or maybe even ever to take something as thick as your strap, but your fingers do him wonders for now.

He would definitely prefer you to move slowly, soft breaths leaving his mouth as he can’t help but dig his fingers into you and bury his flushed face into your neck. As he slowly becomes more and more comfortable with the feeling, you eventually hear him mumble into your neck, asking you to go a little faster.

His moans increase in volume, his legs threatening to close and trap your hand between his thighs every time you curl your fingers. But he’s loving it. He’s breathing heavily in your ear, his body shaking against you as his cock throbs and threatens to spill his cum on his tummy.

“Don’t.. don’t stop. Fuck, g’nna c-cum.. oh god-”

And it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had.

Soap wouldn’t be as eager as Gaz, but also not as against it as Price. Like Ghost, he’s in the middle.

“Seriously, Bonnie? Are you getting bored with me fucking you or what?”

He’ll prefer you take him in missionary first as you prep him. His face will scrunch up so beautifully when you push a finger inside him.

He squirms so much under you, trying to get comfortable. But once you curl your fingers, it only elicits a shaky moan from him as you press against his spongey prostate. And as you get the cue to finger fuck him, his moans become so cute and whiney. He wants to cum so bad just from your fingers, he gets almost sad when you’re forced to pull them out :(

He’s done with words once the strap on comes out. As his back arches against the bed and his legs wrap around your hips, his poor fucked out brain finally knows how it feels to be in your shoes. You know that you can’t feel it, but you wish you could just because of how deliciously he was tightening around the strap.

It’s only a matter of time until you need to slam a hand over his mouth to muffle his slutty moans.

“Mmh- Shit.. fuckfuckfuckfuck-!”

You don’t even need to touch his cock and he’s throbbing, leaking cum like a faucet.

He’s definitely asking for you to peg him again.

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I feel like this is going to flop so bad since I've seen NONE of these going around. But I need to finish all my drafts though so 😭 rip

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trans! nikolai x reader, because it's good for the fanfiction ecosystem.

note: pussy, cock, and clit are used to describe genitalia of a trans man’s body

cw: the horrors of an irl friend finding your twitter, pussy eating, thigh riding, bodily fluids

>>found your twitter. coming over.

fuck, shit, fuck again, goddammit, motherfucker. you'd been so careful, how the fuck did he trace it back to you? there's no way he actually did, right? nobody's that good, ri- well. fuck. we are talking about nikolai, here. if anyone could.... oh no. oh god, you're so fucked.

in fifteen minutes there's a sharp rap at the door, and the second you open the door he pushes right in, holding his phone up and reading what's on his screen.

"if i don't get some old man pussy right fucking now i am going to launch myself into the sun." he reads, dropping himself down on your couch like he owns the place. he pulls his eyes from the screen and turns his phone your direction, your tweet pulled up in dark mode. "this you?"

you can't help but gape open mouthed in horror and embarrassment as you stare at your account. goddamn, how the fuck did he figure it out? your username is literally just a string of numbers, the picture isn't even of you. you know nikolai is a smart man, but come the fuck on. you have no idea how the fuck he found you, and you can feel the weight of his completely neutral stare make your face feel like it's caught on fire.

"i can explain." you blurt out before you pause, your mind wiped blank by the embarrassment. the silence drags on an excruciatingly long time as you wait for him to butt in or interrupt you. he doesn't. "ok, no i can't. nik, how the fuck did you find that?"

"it doesn't matter." he says easily, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "over three hundred posts about 'old man pussy' since the accounts creation. why are you posting like this?"

something about feeling like you're being scolded sets you off. "why do people post about sunsets, nik? because i fucking like them, ok? i was yelling into the internet about a thing i like, just like everyone else who uses social media! i thought my account was anonymous!! and why the fuck do you even care, anyways? fuck you for being weird about this."

the hard lines of his shoulders instantly relax, and for the briefest of moments a hungry looking smile flashes across nikolai's face before it settles back to neutral. it almost feels like lightning struck just a few feet away from you - you know what you saw, there and gone in an instant, and you're left feeling confused and a more than anxious. something's changed between the two of you, and you're not sure what it is yet. nik becons you over with the curl of a few fingers, and you feel a little bit like a pet being called over. you're pretty sure he's not mad, judging by that look in his eye, but it's still hard to tell what to make of this. the man's got a hell of a poker face. your feet carry you over to him automatically, hesitating right in front of him as he looks up at you as he leans back, elbow slung over the back of the couch. he holds his phone up, your tweet still up on his screen.

"i know how to keep secrets. do you?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow. you nod, brows furrowed slightly in confusion. "would you like to keep one for me? i think you'll like it."

dots are connecting in your head quickly, and suddenly the glint in his eye is a lot more decipherable. oh holy shit. is he gonna- are you both going to- oh hell yes.

"please." you breathe, slowly getting to your knees as you keep eye contact with nikolai. that smile is back, seemingly permanently affixed as he chuckles and undoes his belt and fly, shoving his cargo pants and boxers to his ankles as he scoots forward, knees wide. you can't help the way your mouth waters a bit at the sight of him, thick dark hair trailing down from his belly to his pussy, and holy fucking god there's some grey hairs in there. crawling between his legs is automatic, your eyes darting between his face and the pussy that's radiating warmth at you.

"oh, you like that?" nikolai teases, waiting for your eager nod before he gently wraps his hand around the back of your head, reeling you in. the closer you get the easier it is to see how we he is, slickness trapped under dense hair shining in the shitty overhead lighting of your apartment. the need to touch, taste, devour is overwhelming, and you can't hold back anymore.

his cock is hard, peeking out from the brush, waiting to be kissed, and who are you to deny him? the tangy swee taste of him covers your tongue as you lick and suck at his clit, making out with it between his legs, and the hand on the back of your head tightens in your hair in appreciation.

"had i known you were such a good girl, i would have shared secrets with you ages ago." he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you, bucking his hips a little against your face. the scratch of the thick, dense hair against your face feels good, actually, and you can feel how wet your face is. you cant help but shake your head side to side a little like a dog playing tug of war, moaning against nikolai's sopping wet pussy as you lavish his cock with attention, sucking and licking and humming in a concentrated effort to get him to cum on your face. you squirm while on your knees, trying to create some friction between your legs. it doesn't escape nik's attention.

"you'll get yours, just give me mine first, yes? go on, take it." he growls as he humps your face with gusto. you can tell he's close, and all you can do is grab his thighs and dive in, absolutely losing yourself in his taste and the way the thick columns of muscle in the legs that bracket you are starting to twitch. a string of low curses in russian filters through grit teeth as the fingers in your hair tighten even more, making your scalp sing in pain while his thighs shake under your hands before he collapses back against the couch, pulling you off of him by your hair. you watch him watch you as you rest your head on his thick thigh. he might have just cum, but you can tell he's not done with you yet.

"next time you want something, come ask for it." he flicks his eyes downwards, obviously catching the way you're rubbing your thighs together again. "go on. ask."

you bite your lip, considering your options before you speak. "nik, can i- can i ride your thigh?"

a sly grin spreads across his face, and he pats his leg, urging you up. you dont waste time dropping your sweatpants, straddling his thigh in just a shirt, bra, and panties. calloused hands cup your tits through your shirt as you settle on top of him, and he grins as you self-consciously wipe his slick off of your chin with the back of your hand.

"tell me if you need me to get off of you, i know i'm heavy." you apologize, and he just shushes you.

"if my leg falls off, it falls off." he chuckles, shoving your shirt up over your bra. "bite."

you open your mouth obediently, letting him shove your shirt into your mouth so you can hold it up, keeping your tits and soft belly exposed as you ride him.

you don't even start slow, the pace of your humping is borderline frantic as you chase your orgasm. fuck, he looks so good, cool and in control with his bush out as you lose your damn mind on top of him. the tension builds as your thick thighs start to burn from the exertion, and you can tell you're soaking his damn leg. there's gonna be a snail trail on his thigh when you get up, you just know it.

"next time you think about tweeting that shit, you text me instead. i'll give you what you want." nik promises as he pops your tits out over your bra, swiping his thumb over his tongue before plucking as your nipple, pulling an unexpected moan from you.

"i promish, i promish, i promish," you chant through clenched teeth and a mouthful of cotton, your eyebrows drawing up as you get closer. it feels like you're about to rattle apart, and when nikolai leans in to plant a sucking kiss to your tits it's like a bomb explodes.

your back arches as a high, gasping whine bursts out of your body like a flashbang grenade, whiting out your vision and deafening you with a roar of static as your thighs clench down on his and you moan out something that vaguely sounds like "nikolai". when your soul finally re-enters your body after making orbit around the earth, you're pulled in against nik's chest, cheek pressed to his jacket as he runs a hand up and down your back in a soothing motion. your face is wet, your pussy and thighs are wet, and where your shirt has settled back down against your belly is wet. fuck, you know you look a complete mess right now, but you can't even bring yourself to care.

"hey, nik?" you ask tentatively, voice small and a little rough from shouting. nik just hums questioningly, urging you to speak. "tell me, really, how the fuck did you find my twitter?"

you can feel the rumble of his laugh in his chest long before it's exhaled through his mouth, his soft hairy belly jumping with barely suppressed amusement.

"i told you, i am very good at keeping secrets." he replies with a kiss to your hairline, and all you can do is roll your eyes fondly as you slowly drift to sleep held against his chest.

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[sadcl0wn]

We always talk about monsters with aphrodisiac cum, but what about the opposite scenario where human sexual fluids are an aphrodisiac to an alien species and neither of you knew? Imagine your alien boyfriend eating you out/sucking you off for the first time and raising his head after you cum, instantly crawling up towards you. You see his full, leaking erection and feel a little pride that he got that worked up just from going down on you. But as his hands find your thighs and spread your legs, you feel how strangely fevered his skin is. You see something wild flickering behind the glaze of his eyes. He's looking at you with desperate hunger, a rattle that sounds like growls accompanying his exhales as he heavily breathes.

It's a look that's so unlike him and it makes your heart pound with uncertainty, but it's not enough to staunch your curiosity. Or your arousal. Without a word, he presses his raging cock to your hole, a feral noise escaping him as he slowly bottoms out and instantly cums. You whimper as his thick cum spills deep. He's still hot inside you despite that, throbbing hard in your confines. You squeeze experimentally and he snarls. His hips begin to thrash; rocking your body as he drives himself into you like a rutting beast, his teeth at your shoulder, filling you multiple times until his cum spurts from you around his cock with every thrust. You're more than content to lay there and take his frantic pounding until whatever this is has passed. And you resolve to find out what led to it because it has to happen again.

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Guilty By Association Commission from the very sweet and patient @soleilak

You (Callsign: Giggles, Gigs for short) are a medic on temporary assignment with the 141. The only problem? You're a former member of Graves' Shadow Company.

Content: Injury, angst, power imbalance, fingering and oral (reader receiving)

“Get your arse in gear, Gigs!”

Already exhausted and aching, the rough bark of your temporary captain urges your heavy feet faster. Gunfire sprays all around – you’re so addled you can’t tell if it’s enemy or friendly. All you know are your orders, a cry of survival in the uneven pounding of your heart. A bullet plows into the ground dangerously close to your foot.

Just a few meters ahead, Gaz curses and tumbles to the ground, hat lost. It’s not even a decision to alter your course. You can’t tell instantly what the damage is; if he’s been hit or just tripped. So you tuck and dive, grabbing an arm and leg as your back rolls across his chest. The momentum gets the two of you up and moving again, adrenaline taking the edge off his weight.

“Get us to the trees and I can run again!” he shouts in your ear.

You settle your blurry vision on the forest line ahead. Blessed cover – and your extraction point just a mile further. Goal set, you push through the pain of bruised ribs, a wrenched arm, and the ricochet of a bullet across your thigh. You wheeze your way well past the tree line, weaving between trunks until Kyle’s palm smacks at your side.

“We’re good, we’re good,” he says.

You grunt as you set him down, give him the quickest onceover in the history of medics. His calf is bleeding, just above the tops of his boots. It’s an ugly wound; it’ll need packing – but he can survive until exfil.

“Where the fuck are you two?!” Price growls through your headset.

Kyle pats your shoulder and takes off again, only the slightest limp indicating his injury. You grit your teeth and try to follow his example.

No one helps you into the chopper when you’re the last on the ladder. You’re not surprised, but it still stings. Salt on the day’s wounds.

Once the heli is up in the air, you scoot over to help Kyle with the wound on his calf. It’s almost hypnotic, the press-wind-press-wind of packing the deep gouge. Almost like unspooling your own tension through the care of a teammate. Every inch of bandage seems to amplify your own pains, though, as the mission high ebbs.

You hurt.

When Kyle’s done, you sit back a bit to assess him for any other wounds. The twitch of his mouth and slight bob of his head tells you he’s sorted, though – and it’s more thanks than you usually get.

“Where the hell were you?” Price demands.

“I got held up, sir,” you admit. Had been ambushed by two men you thought were on another floor. Bad luck, that. Or just poor preparation on your part. Your side twinges as you ease yourself into a seat. “Won’t happen again.”

Price grunts, mollified. “See that it doesn’t.”

You get maybe thirty seconds of peace before Soap’s voice cuts through the tentative peace.

“Gonnae take care o’ that or keep bleedin’ all over Nik’s seat?” he teases. Or at least it would be, if not for the sharp glint in his eyes.

What’s that saying about sins of the father? Well, Phillip Graves was definitely not your father, nor was General Shepherd – though he was old enough to be. In their absence, it seems you’re paying for their crimes regardless.

“Right,” you sigh, tearing off the bottom of your shirt, “sorry, Nik.”

“Just stay alive to clean it up, eh?” he replies jovially.

It’s not much of a joke, but you laugh anyway. You don’t live up to your callsign much nowadays, so you’ll take the levity when you can.

You tie off the makeshift bandage with a grunt and lean your head back, too uncomfortable to doze off.

At least the infirmary is a friendly sight. The staff are always grateful for an extra set of hands – even if they once belonged to a Shadow. And you have a lot of time to help since you’re not encouraged (never mind invited) to any non-professional activities with the 141. Working with the nurses during all that extra time has gained you some friends at least.

Dana is on call when you limp in. She fusses about you looking like the walking dead – then goes on to tell regale you with details from her current first-time watch of the show. The stream of words soothes you in the quiet little treatment room.

“Think we need an x-ray, dove?” she asks, prodding at your already discolored ribs.

“Wouldn’t help,” you sigh, “we can just wrap ‘em and call it.”

“Alright, dear, but you know what to do if it gets worse.”

“’Course,” you answer, summoning a grin, “can’t be keelin’ over before your nephew leaves that tart.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started – you know what she said at Sunday dinner?”

You giggle through her undoubtedly embellished story until she gets to your thigh – and the terrible bandaging.

“A piece of your shirt,” she scolds.

“My bag was too far, and my ribs hurt,” you complain.

“And what are all those big burly men for then, eh?” she huffs.

You shake your head. “I can’t ask them to help.”

Dana scowls past your hip. “Just because you’re the medic—”

“Pardon.”

You jolt in surprise at Captain Price in the doorway. Christ, he takes up the breadth of it too, shoulders brushing the jamb on either side. Even mission-dirty and stern-looking, he’s a hell of a welcome sight – though an unexpected one.

You try to sit up at some semblance of attention, but he waves you off. Can’t say you’re not grateful, unable to help wincing as you lie back.

You don’t notice him pause as Dana washes the wound, too busy sucking air through your nose.

“What’s… the damage?” he asks carefully.

You open your mouth to answer, but Dana beats you to it.

“Contused ribs, sprained shoulder, and a bullet wound to the thigh,” she rattles off. You’re always impressed by the undercurrent of disapproval and accusation she manages to weave into each word. “Not to mention dehydration and sleep deprivation. You’ve been staying up again, haven’t you?”

You clear your throat and turn your eyes skywards. “Oh, look at the ceiling. What a lovely ceiling.”

She clicks her tongue and begins packing the wound as you had for Gaz.

“Bullet wound?” Price asks sharply. Your eyes flick guiltily to him. “Why the hell am I hearing about this now?”

“It’s just a graze, sir,” you reply. “Sergeant Garrick’s was worse.”

His jaw does that thing you secretly (ashamedly) drool over, where it tightens and jumps. You know it’s not good but hey, silver linings right?

He doesn’t ream you out though. Just crosses his burly arms and lets out a long, heavy breath. You’re… not really sure what that means.

“Debrief at 0700 tomorrow, Gigs,” he says, voice unusually subdued.

“Yessir,” you reply dutifully.

As always, a strange mix of relief and disappointment twists in your chest as he walks away. Talking to him is a bit like being under a microscope – if that microscope was ready to brand you a low-down, no-good, dirty, rotten traitor at the first hint of suspicious activity.

You get it, you do. Graves and Shadow Company tried to kill Soap and Ghost, Los Vaqueros, and committed unspeakable atrocities. As much history as you had with him, he deserved what came to him, and Shepherd will deserve the same when he’s found.

Not that your hands were clean before Las Almas, but you drew the line when the orders came. Couldn’t bear to detain or shoot the friends you’d made in Los Vaqueros, or join the hunting party for Soap and Ghost. You’d been labelled a turncoat by your own teammates, thrown into a cell to be “court-martialed.”

Kate Laswell coming to your rescue was a second chance, a small-time miracle that you’ve been determined to earn ever since. In your more pathetic moments, usually in the small, dark, lonely hours of sleepless nights, you wonder how much it will take. How long you’ll be guilty by association.

At least this isn’t shaping up to be one of those nights. You’re half asleep by the time Dana sends you off, arm chilly from the IV fluids she bullied you into. For once, you might get a few decent hours.

Your second surprise of the night comes just outside your barracks door. Soap is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, head back and eyes closed. Awake, though. His index finger is tapping a steady but rapid pace on his bicep.

“Soap?” you say, alerting him. “Did you… need me for something? You’re not injured, are you?”

He straightens up, drops his arms to his side. You pause a noticeable distance away, uncertainty leashing you to the safety of space. Not that you feel threatened. His posture is the loosest it’s been around you since… well, since before Las Almas went to hell.

“’Course no’, I woulda – tha’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh…” You process the strange wording. “Why are you here, then?”

He shifts his weight, a little line appearing between his brows as he seems to gather himself.

“I’m here to apologize.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Look, what I said during exfil – it was bang outta order. You’ve been nothin’ but good to us ‘n I’m still holdin’ on to old shite.”

You shift, adjust the stupid flimsy sling for your sore shoulder. “It’s… not that old,” you reason, “and I don’t blame you, either. Not after everything.”

“Still, ya did the right thing back then – and ya’ve proven yourself half a dozen times over, besides. I’ve got no reason to treat you like an enemy.”

You swallow past the lump in your throat. It feels like you’ve swallowed a grenade; any moment the pin is going to come out and an explosion of gory emotion will splatter the walls.

“Thanks, Soap.”

He grunts something about “not thanking him” and ducks his head, shuffling past you.

“Seriously,” you say, voice strained from keeping it even. “I really appreciate it.”

He pauses, gives you a genuinely kind look. “Rest up, lass.”

It’s the best you’ve slept in a long while – after you cry into your pillow, that is.

At 0700 the next day, you’re in Price’s office, sore but in high spirits. Gaz sat next to you and Soap said good morning at breakfast. Even Ghost seemed less frosty than usual, grunting at you in acknowledgement when you’d sat down.

Of course, the good luck couldn’t last.

The debrief itself is fine. You speak when it’s your turn, listen when it isn’t. About as normal as it gets for a special ops squad.

It’s as the rest of the task force is filing out the door that the other shoe drops.

“Gigs, a word,” Price calls.

You freeze mid-step, shoot Gaz a panicky glance. He glances over your shoulder, snorts, and pats your arm in solidarity. Not as helpful as he thinks.

With a deep breath, you pivot back around. The door closes behind you with a damning click. You can’t even hide your hands behind your back to fidget at parade rest – your arm needs to stay in the sling for the rest of the day.

“We need to discuss yesterday,” Price says, palms flat on his desk.

You tilt your head. Wasn’t that what the debrief was for?

“Sir?” you ask. “If I – did I do something wrong?”

He deflates a bit, big shoulders dropping before he pushes himself up and rounds the desk.

“No, you’re not in trouble,” he explains, “but I have concerns.”

When he gestures for you to take one of the visitor seats, you do. You’re a bit surprised when he takes the other – though you can’t help an appreciative glance while his attention is elsewhere. He practically dwarfs the stupid little chair, and the way he spreads his thighs trying to get comfortable…

“Concerns, sir?” you parrot, trying to corral your scrambled braincells.

“What you said in the infirmary,” he begins, expression solemn, “is that really how you feel?”

“What I said…?” You try to recall anything of note from last night, but most of what came out of your mouth is a blur at best. ���What did I say?”

He leans forward, lacing his scarred fingers together. You try not to stare, though the way he rubs at the knuckle of one thumb with the other is distracting. It’s an unusual gesture for the disciplined, determined man you’ve been honored to call captain for months now.

“That you can’t ask us to help you.”

A block of ice drops into your stomach.

“That’s not – I know you guys would help me if I needed it,” you hurry to say.

He gives you a long look. “Then why don’t you ever ask? You were shot and didn’t say a bloody thing.”

You shift, unable to meet his eyes. Can’t find the words to answer. It’s not that you didn’t think you could ask. It just didn’t feel right with the bad blood between you, Soap, and Ghost. Besides, you’re the medic, you’re supposed to be the one fixing everyone else – not the other way around. What use are you otherwise?

You try to explain this to Price, but you sense (from the grim set to his handsome features) that it’s not helping.

“I’ve been a shite captain to you, haven’t I?” he sighs.

You jump. “No, sir! You’re a great captain. I trust you with my life.”

He chuckles, but it’s devoid of humor. Sounds almost self-deprecating.

“I’ve not done a bloody thing to earn it.”

You shake your head. “Sir, you’ve kept me alive for months now. That’s plenty.”

Beyond that, he’s always been fair with you. Doesn’t give you shit assignments or the most dangerous roles in missions. Always makes sure you’re alive and accounted for. Calls you out for mistakes and faults, sure, but it’s for the sake of you and everyone else. He’s been just as ready to pat your shoulder for a clever maneuver or praise a good shot.

“You know damn well it’s not,” he scolds.

You huff, almost amused. “Sir, with all due respect, get off the cross we need the wood.”

His eyebrows jump up nearly to his hairline. Normally, you wouldn’t dream of being so cavalier with Price of all people. Soap’s truce last night gives you the confidence to continue.

“I know you didn’t trust me as a former Shadow at first,” you say, “but you looked out for me anyway. After the first few missions… it seemed like things evened out.”

He sighs and sits back, running a hand down his face.

“Laswell vouched for you – it’s the only reason I didn’t send you right back on that plane,” he admits. A small but genuine smile curls his mouth. “And then you put your life on the line for my boys time and time again.”

You mirror him, the tension in your shoulders easing away with each word.

“I knew things weren’t great with the others, but I thought it was best if I kept out of it. Let you lot sort it out so long as you all cooperated when it mattered,” he continues. “I didn’t realize how bad it got, and that’s on me. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and lightly tap your boot against his. “It wasn’t the wrong call, sir. I think things are going to get better from here on out.”

He hums, eyes searching your gentle smile for any hint of insincerity. But you believe it, and it must show, because his eyes crinkle as he smiles back.

“Speaking of better,” he says, clearing his throat. “Mind if I take a look at those ribs? Dana had some choice words for me this morning.”

You giggle and tug your shirt from your waistband, hiking the hem up high to show the reddish-purple mottling all over your left side. Price makes a noise of sympathy, easing out of his chair to the carpeted floor. On his knees, he inches closer, leaning in to inspect the damage.

“How’d this happen?” he asks, voice lowering.

His fingertips skim over the edges of the bruises, featherlight. Your voice gets strangled in your throat as tingles race across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Um, hostile kicked me. A lot.”

His eyes flick up to yours, hard as ice. “Dead?”

“Yessir.”

His gaze softens, a proud, smug quirk to his lips. “Atta girl.”

You can’t fully suppress a shiver. It’s not just the gentle, considerate touches. It’s the purring praise from a man you’ve admired and harbored a sizeable crush on.

“Cold?” he asks.

This is your chance to wave it off. To pretend you are not so inappropriately infatuated with a man you thought only tolerated you until a minute ago. A little white lie, you could smooth your shirt back down, and be on your way.

But you don’t want to do that. Not really.

And from the way his pupils are slowly, steadily subsuming his irises, neither does he.

“No, sir,” you whisper.

His slow exhale caresses across your tender ribs.

“Then would you be comfortable if I checked on your ‘little graze’ as well?” It’s a tease, but also a genuine check of your boundaries. Another out, freely and openly given, that only solidifies your resolve to see where he’s going with this.

“Yessir,” you answer, shifting to get at your belt.

Price tsks, though, big hands spreading across each thigh and urging you down again.

“Now, now, don’t aggravate that shoulder,” he murmurs. “Let me help like a good captain.”

You swallow back an embarrassing noise as deft hands unbuckle your belt, thumb the button of your pants open, and drag the zipper down tooth by tooth. His thick, warm forearms rest on your thighs the entire time, keep them spread to accommodate his wide shoulders. He’s in no rush to continue his “checkup,” toying along the length of your waistband before easing it down.

“Lift up for me, darling, there we are,” he murmurs. You gasp softly as his palms brush your ass while sliding your pants down. Then outright squeak as he squeezes a cheek in each hand, a low noise of admiration rumbling in his throat.

“Gorgeous girl,” he chuckles. “Gorgeous arse.”

Your face feels hot as he tugs your pants down to your ankles, though the square of gauze and tape on the back of your thigh is long revealed. It takes conscious effort not to squirm under his hot gaze, praying a wet spot isn’t already visible on your panties.

“Let’s just get this one free…” He works the pantleg over your boot, leaving the other pooled around the laces. “Now then.”

You bite into your lip as he hauls your calf up into his shoulder, propping your leg up to get a clear view of your thigh.

“Not bled through,” he notes, tracing the neat edges of the medical tape. “You’ve been taking good care of it. Well done.”

You can’t help the little twitch that evokes, your whole body reacting to the deep timbre of his voice. He’s not oblivious to his effect on you, a glint in his eye as his bristly jaw brushes the inside of your knee.

“T-told you, it wasn’t too bad,” you manage weakly.

He hums and your pussy clenches helplessly around nothing. His eyes flick down and you know it’s all over.

“And what about this, hm?” he asks. You whimper as his thumb skims the lace edge of your panties. “Have you been taking care of this?”

Flustered and yet so, so turned on, you can only shake your head. He coos in mock disappointment, rubbing slow circles across your labia, closer and closer to where you’re aching and needy.

“It’s alright sergeant,” he soothes, “your captain will take care of you.”

Except he only rubs you through your panties A maddening pressure back and forth along the wet seam of your cunt, never delving deeper. You break down in hardly any time at all.

“Sir, please,” you whine, wriggling. He’s quick to brace you still again, leisurely movements never faltering.

“Please what, darling?” he teases.

“I-I need…” You whimper with embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut. “I need you to take care of me, please, captain.”

He practically growls as he tears through the hip of your panties, tossing them aside in a sodden heap on the ground. With two fingers, he parts your labia, eyes hungrily drinking in the cream shimmering between them.

“All this and I’ve barely touched you,” he rasps, awed.

You nearly sob with desperation for something, anything. He shushes your fussy little noises with his thumb, dipping into the pool of slick at your entrance. Gets the pad soaked before drawing a line up to your swollen, sensitive clit. Your mouth falls open as he starts drawing tight, firm circles over that bundle of nerves.

He treats your body and your pleasure with all the confidence and competence you’ve come to expect of John Price. It takes shockingly little time for him to learn just how to press, how fast to rub, the patterns and circuits that get your legs shaking. And that’s before he twists his wrist and sinks a finger inside you.

“Practically sucking me in, love,” he murmurs, petting at your walls. You shudder and wordlessly beg for more, rocking your hips. “Need another already, greedy girl?”

He doesn’t even wait for your nod before stuffing you with another, curling and scissoring, exploring. You keen as he finds a sweet, sensitive spot inside you and begins toying with it, his thumb still swiping relentlessly at your clit.

He settles into a rhythm that has you moaning and keening, the heel of your boot digging into his shoulder blade. All the while he showers you in praise and encouragement, the dirtiest compliments that make you clench down tightly on his hand. Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure.

It’s builds and builds and builds, never quite cresting. You’re near tears when you moan his name, trying to find some leverage or angle to finally tip you over the edge.

“Do you need to cum, doll?”

“Yes, yes,” you cry, “please, sir, I wanna cum for you. Please, I’m s-so close.”

He hums, bracing your thigh with his free hand as he leans in. Your foggy brain doesn’t have enough time to process before he latches onto your clit and a third finger bullies into you. You wail. Your thigh twinges from the dull pressure of his shoulder, but the slight pain only adds a delicious edge to the pleasure.

His tongue swipes across your puffy clit once, twice, three times and you’re gone. You gush all over his hand, his beard, onto the chair. Your hips jerk as he works you over, fingers abusing your g-spot relentlessly despite how tightly you clamp down. Your body feels nuclear, nerves popping like firecrackers.

He only relents when the waves of ecstasy threaten to drown you in overstimulation. He eases his fingers from your twitchy hole, making room for him to lick you clean. It’s loud and obscene, yet there’s no room left for embarrassment anymore. You shiver and pant in the aftermath, your body unravelling into a puddle.

“Wh-what about you?” you ask as he begins straightening out your clothes. There’s an absolutely delectable-looking bulge in his fatigues that you’re dying to get your tongue on.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “If you want more –” (“I do.”) “- then you’ll have to wait until you’re healed up. Non-negotiable.”

You try to pout, but the effort is thwarted when he chucks you gently under the chin.

“C’mon, let’s have a lie down.”

He steadies you as you wobble to the couch off to the side, lying down first and letting you cuddle up between his legs. It’s a comfort more than you would have expected from a clandestine little triste, but you should know better than to doubt your captain. Head resting on his chest, you let yourself drift for a while, lulled by his fingers carding through your hair.

“Price…?” you ask after a while.

“Hm?”

“You didn’t do this just to… I dunno, make up for something, right?”

He huffs. “No, sweetheart. I’ve been arse over teakettle for a while. Staring like a complete muppet when you train.”

You hide a grin against his collarbone. “Good. I thought I’d have to start making things up for you to owe me.”

His chuckle rocks through you, and for the first time in a while, it feels a bit like home.

#angst #nsfw #tw nsfw #smut #cod #mw2 #cod x reader smut #mw2 x reader smut #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod smut #mw2 smut #john price #price #john price x reader smut #price x reader smut #john price x reader #price x reader #john price smut #price smut

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Wesker finding two survivors messing around in one of the basements..and taking the opportunity to catch them off guard and make the most out of the private space, if you catch my drift 👁️👁️

(totally not based off of the times when we play dbd and just point at each other instead of playing the game properly)

you are so smart bestie

cw: gn!reader, gn!other survivor, tentacles/uroboros, little bit of degrading, praise, forced close proximity, fingering, facial, slight overstimulation

the two of you were messing around, hiding in one of the rooms in the old ski lodge. Wesker hadn't found you yet and you both felt so secure to just fool around and be silly, not even keeping track of your surroundings as you both were just pushing each other around, poking and pointing at each other while giggling.

you both were so into it, that you didnt even notice wesker slowly inching closer to the room you were in, not even noticing him when he was watching from the corner of the room. He considered getting two easy kills in one but.. where would the fun in that be?

the two of you only realised what happened when you felt the uroboros wrapped around your waist tightly, the other survivor gasping in shock - just for wesker to grab their chin and finally step into the room, pulling both of you close. "what do you both think you're doing up here, hm?" he hummed, looking back and forth between you. "fooling around while letting your teammates do the work.. pathetic. deserves a punishment, dont you think?" he hummed, before either of you could answer he already pushed you both to the bed, making you kneel next to each other. "undress each other. go ahead." he commanded. you both looked at each other in slight shock, only snapping out of it as Albert cleared his throat. you hesitantly undressed each other, a sharp look from him telling you to not stop at the underwear. naked and blushing you both were now sitting there, Wesker grinning like a kid on Christmas. "there you go, wasnt that hard, was it?" hr cooed, almost disgustingly sweet.

"ass up, face down, both of you." he said, now strict, leaving no room for argument. you both gave each other a look, then complied to him. the uroboros pinned your hands on your back, same for your fellow survivor. wesker stepped closer, caressing both of your naked asses with his gloved hands, the leather cold. he took his hands away, neither of you saw what happened - only realising when wesker slowly pushed a finger inside both of you. you gasped, they moaned softly and buried their face in the slightly dirty sheets underneath them. he slowly moved his fingers around, eventually adding a second finger, stretching both of you rather gently. "there.. you both are doing really well.." he hummed quietly, watching both of your reactions through his glasses. your hole was sticky with his spit with which he had lubed his gloves beforehand, fingers reaching all the right places with every movement somehow. both of you were moaning and squirming under his grip, blushing while sheepishly exchanging little looks then looking away in embarrassment - making wesker chuckle.

"oh you're not embarrassed are you?" he asked sarcastically. "I think I'll have to do something about that." with that he pulled his fingers out abruptly, giving both of you a harsh slap on the ass, making you yelp and your friend gasp loudly. before you could even react properly he forced you into a new position, laying both of you on your sides, your legs tangled up together. you were forced to look at each other, blushing deeply - suddenly you felt one of the uroboros plunge into you. you moaned out loudly, your friend watching in shock as your face scrunched up in pleasure, squirming around in the little space you hand, skin brushing against theirs. only when you calmed down wesker pushed another tentacle into the other survivor, making them moan almost pathetically, leaning their head back. he chuckled quietly, watching you both try to not get too close to each other while you pretty much had no choice other than getting into each others space.

he took a moment to enjoy the view before finally moving the tentacles, immediately fast and rough, making you both moan loudly in unison. you both squirmed around, skin rubbing against skin slightly despite your efforts to not touch each other too much. He chuckled heartily, his cock twitching in his pants. "you two are so pathetic it's almost cute.. trying so hard to stay away from each other.." he laughed, shaking his head. the uroboros sped up, fucking your faster and deeper than before, your moans only getting louder as you were the first to finally give in. you laid your head on the other ones shoulder, unable to hold yourself back any longer. they looked down at you, deciding to just fuck it and laying their head against yours slightly. you were moaning into each others ears, the lewd sounds making weskers cock twitch even harder, straining against his pants to the point where he decided to unzip his pants, getting his cock out and stroking it slowly with one hand.

"just like that... you're taking it so well you precious little things.." he groaned, eyes fixated on the two of you, both slowly approaching your orgasm from the almost violent stimulation. "you're getting so tight.." he teased, making you both whine in between moans. Weskers praise only spurred you on, pushing you closer to the edge as you tensed up slightly.

"oh fuck.." the other survivor moaned, making you look at them; their eyes fixated on wesker getting himself off. you followed their eyes, your eyes widening at the sight, pushing you right over the edge. you moaned loudly, your body twitching as you came around the black tentacle. almost at the same time the other survivor came too, crying out loudly and arching their back. Wesker grinned as he watched you both, the wet sounds of him fisting his cock speeding up slightly. instead of letting you both catch your breath, he kept fucking you with the uroboros, entertaining himself as he got off. you both were squirming, moaning and crying out from overstimulation but he didnt care. low groans escaped him as he slowly got closer, yet taking his sweet time.

only after a few minutes he was on the edge, finally pulling his uroboros back. "on your knees, now." he ordered sharply, you both complied, your shaking bodies kneeling next to each other on the ground. a single tentacle pushed both of your heads close together, weskers cock hovering above your faces - mere moments later he came with a grunt, shooting ropes of thick cum over both of your faces. "ah fuck.." he huffed, leaning his head back as he rode out his high. when he finally looked down he smirked slightly, seeing both of you with wide eyes and his cum painted over your faces. "you both look so pretty like that." he cooed, giving each of you a pat on the cheek before letting go of you, zipping his pants back up. just like that he left the two of you there, out of breath and fucked out but more than satisfied.

#tw threesome #tw nsfw #nsfw #smut #weaker #wesker x reader #wesker smut

[sadcl0wn]

Following in suit of @pfhwrittes because the worms will not leave my brain either…have this. I was supposed to finish up an ask drabble but I’m being infested so. Still not confident writing fully fledged smut yet but im getting there. This is an attempt.

18+, NSFW. Johnny loves body hair, and talks to pussy. So like. CW for that I guess. Also this is pure porn by the way.

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You’re getting ready for bed. Johnny’s already stretched out atop the duvet, on his side and admiring as you grab your pyjama’s from the bottom drawer. You’ve long since given up any idea or hopes of privacy, because Johnny certainly isn’t shy. He used to wrangle his head around the bathroom door in the early stages of the relationship when you got changed, telling you he’s already seen everything (and wouldn’t mind seeing it a whole lot more).

The bed creaks when you’re tugging off your jeans, and you figure it’s just Johnny shifting to get a closer look at your arse.

Until his arm hooks around your waist, tugging you closer to the bed frame and hands settling on your hips as you’re turned around to face him- now sat up with legs swung off the bed and you with your trousers bunched half way down your calves.

“Ye shaved? He grunts out, and his eyes aren’t on you. Rather, they’re focused on the new-found smoothness of your upper thighs, and his hands rub lower until his thumb can trace the crease of between your thigh and your pussy- running over the decorative thread loops of your knickers.

“Mhm. This morning.” You tell him, brows crinkling as you watch him swallow, then pull his gaze up to you.

“Everything?” He asks quietly, thumb still following the crease of your thigh.

“Yep. Everything. Arms, legs, pits, tummy…the works.” You respond.

“Yer joking.” He whispers, and his hands are already crawling up to the hand of your knickers- fingers curling around the cotton fabric and tugging them down as he intakes a sharp gasp, and then groans. “Nah, bonnie lass…ye didn’t…Christ alive. What ye done to ‘er?!”

You give his shoulder a light shove, but he isn’t stirred by it; mouth gawping and breathing hot air on your bare pussy, hands resting on the crinkled fabric of your panties that sit just above your knees.

“I shaved Johnny. Y’know, shaving. I’m assuming you’ve heard of it.” You snort, but his face stays set in that shocked expression he’s had plastered on it for the last forty seconds or so.

“Aye, I can see that.” He replies hoarsely. “Jus’ don’t get why. Look at ‘er! She’s freezin’, got goosebumps an’ everything…”

His thumbs runs across the bumps on your mound, and you stiffen- shiver at his touch.

“They’re razor bumps Johnny, not goosebumps.” You huff, rolling your eyes at his antics. “And stop talking to my vagina. She doesn’t have feelings, and she’s not cold. She’s not even a she for gods sake-“

Johnny cuts you off with a kiss to the flesh above your clit, forehead resting on your abdomen as she shakes his head and sighs- coos down at your pussy.

“Don’t ye listen to ‘er bonnie…doesn’t know what she’s on about. Shavin’ ye like that, what she thinkin’ eh? Johnny’s got ye, sweetheart.”

“Oh piss off.” You huff down at him, flicking the side of his head. “Now you’re just being ridiculous. I only shaved Johnny! It’s not that big of a deal!”

The look of betrayal on his face as he pulls his head just a few centimetres away from your lower body almost has you second guessing that. He looks up at your through his lashes, and you can feel his fingers tapping incessantly on the outside of your thighs.

“Ye massacred ‘er is what ye did! Took away ‘er perfectly good hair and left ‘er like…that!” He insists, indignation and equal parts genuine horror lacing his every word. He presses his head back against your abdomen, slightly lower down, and peppers a few more kisses just shy of your clit. “Don’t ye worry though bonnie. I still love ye, even if yer bald. Nae amount of shavin’ could stop me from lovin’ ye…”

One of his hands drop from your thigh, the other rubbing up and down affectionally as he shifts himself closer to the edge of the bed. The rough flat of his tongue runs a stripe along your folds up to your clit; you gasp, dig your nails into his shoulder as a warning.

“Johnny.” You scold, though the waver in your voice does you no favours.

“Got to keep ‘er warm somehow.” He mutters out, and you feel the bursts of his panting breath against your skin. Look down to see his cock pulled out of his boxers, hand tugging along his soft length. “Gonna…gonna have to keep ‘er close, aye? Make sure ye don’t…mistreat ‘er while I’m akip.”

“Oh you really are being ridiculous now.” You hiss, rolling your eyes as her works his thumb over the slit of his cock, languishes another kiss right to your clit- groans into your pussy and digs his fingers into the flesh of your thigh.

He doesn’t bother with words, just manages to drag his hand away from you to pat the bed; releases his cock with a reluctant drag and tugs you by the hips, and you quickly manage to kick off your jeans and underwear before he wrangles you into bed. Needy hands pull you down onto the covers, roll you over to your side of the bed- muttering and mumbling words you don’t quite catch in the flurry of movements.

He settles himself behind you, one hand threading through your hair as he presses his chest against your back, kisses against your nape.

“Gonnae…gonnae forgive ye this once…” he pants out, his free arm running down the dip of your body until he’s wrapping a hand around your thigh and tapping his fingers against you. “Lift up fer me a bit…there, that’s a good girl.”

Not that you really have much of a choice, considering how his hand angles you how he’d like. But it’s not like you hoist your leg back down once he lets go either.

He wriggles behind you, grunts and then you feel the heat of his cock running against your cunt. His teeth nip your neck.

“I’ll keep ‘er warm…aye. Jus’ stay there, bonnie lass. Cannae believe you shaved ‘er…” he prattles out, voice muffled by the way his lips are pressed against your nape.

He pushes into you slow, rubs his nose against your skin and groans- tangles his fingers in your hair as he inches into your cunt, movements measured and unhurried. A first, at least on his end.

He gives a few lazy thrusts once he’s settled, breathes heavy against your skin and barricades you close to him with a thick arm thrown around your waist and stomach. You figure he must’ve worn himself out, because he doesn’t say much else. Only tightens his grip when you squirm, squeezes your flesh if you wriggle.

“Go to sleep, bonnie.” He grumbles. “Talk to ye about this shaving malarkey in the mornin’.

#tw nsfw #nsfw #smut #cod #mw2 #cod x reader smut #mw2 x reader smut #cod smut #mw2 smut #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #soap x reader smut #soap #soap smut #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader smut #johnny soap mactavish smut #johnny soap mactavish x reader

[sadcl0wn]

tummy love: john price x reader

female reader in mind! it's very self indulgent because this fandom needs more chubby!reader content, and who better to do it with than john price? the drabble starts under the cut! enjoy :)

It was with large handfuls of the fatty tissue of her stomach, lined with lightning bolts of stretchmarks and littered with dimples from cellulite, that he tugs her further against his throbbing cock. Calloused hands knead away at each dip and roll, and her gummy walls clench tighter around him.

John lets out a choked groan at the telltale sign of her orgasm quickly approaching much like his own, yet his grip remained firm on her stomach with each slap of his hips against her ass. A muffled moan is tugged from her lips, a call of his name that has John’s head spinning and balls tightening.

“Feel s’good, lovie…”

He punctuates the words with the grind of his hips and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. His grip on her tummy tightens – her beautiful, goddess like middle that he had previously peppered with scratchy kisses because he was a weak man when it came to everything about her. The sight was one to behold, along with the jiggle of her ass when John’s hips pick up the pace and caused another breathy moan to meet his ears like the sweetest song.

“Atta girl, let go now… f’me?”

#chubby reader #plus size reader #plus size reader smut #john price #john price x reader #john price smut #captain john price x reader smut #price #price x reader smut #price x reader #price smut #smut #tw nsfw #nsfw

[sadcl0wn]

We always talk about monsters with aphrodisiac cum, but what about the opposite scenario where human sexual fluids are an aphrodisiac to an alien species and neither of you knew? Imagine your alien boyfriend eating you out/sucking you off for the first time and raising his head after you cum, instantly crawling up towards you. You see his full, leaking erection and feel a little pride that he got that worked up just from going down on you. But as his hands find your thighs and spread your legs, you feel how strangely fevered his skin is. You see something wild flickering behind the glaze of his eyes. He's looking at you with desperate hunger, a rattle that sounds like growls accompanying his exhales as he heavily breathes.

It's a look that's so unlike him and it makes your heart pound with uncertainty, but it's not enough to staunch your curiosity. Or your arousal. Without a word, he presses his raging cock to your hole, a feral noise escaping him as he slowly bottoms out and instantly cums. You whimper as his thick cum spills deep. He's still hot inside you despite that, throbbing hard in your confines. You squeeze experimentally and he snarls. His hips begin to thrash; rocking your body as he drives himself into you like a rutting beast, his teeth at your shoulder, filling you multiple times until his cum spurts from you around his cock with every thrust. You're more than content to lay there and take his frantic pounding until whatever this is has passed. And you resolve to find out what led to it because it has to happen again.

#tw nsfw #nsfw #smut

[sadcl0wn]

It's Not Enough: Captain John Price x Reader

(sorry for vanishing I am mentally unwell)

An injury leaves the Task Force's Captain unable to do all that he usually does. You're more than happy to help.

NSFW 18+

➔ gn!reader ("you"/"your" pronouns, described as "pretty" once), Price is readers boss, pillow fucking, desperate almost subby Price

unedited, written on mobile in Spanish class

It wasn't fair to say that the mission went south. It's not like the Task Force failed it or anything. You guys secured the intel you needed and cleared the base no problem.

Except there was a problem. Your intel on the enemy operation had been spotty and it turns out the enemy was more prepared than you all had been lead to thought.

Sitting silently in the back of the truck you all quietly lick your wounds. Soap had been stabbed, "'tis just a scratch," he had announced before taking out three men with an improved explosive. (Ghost hit him for that one) (the Shakespeare reference. Not the bomb). Gaz and Ghost both were shot, the former in the knee and the latter, grazed on the neck by a bullet that very well could have killed him. You got a little too close to a grenade and now your ears are ringing and you're covered cuts and scrapes from the shrapnel, bits of metal still embedded in your skin.

Price got it the worst though. One of the enemy soldiers managed to sneak up on him. This hulking, unit of a man who made Ghost, Ghost, look like a gangly teen.

You always wondered how Ghost, being as big as he is, could move so quietly so quickly. This enemy soldier made you think that maybe you were just loud and slow.

Not a single person realized that the soldier was there until it was too late. He tackled Price, knocking the gun from his hands then threw him, literally threw him, like a doll, over the catwalk ledge.

Price was lucky though, in a sense, because he crashed to the ground close enough to you and Gaz that you could provide him cover.

He was unlucky, or maybe just stupid, because he tried to catch his fall. His fall from three stories up.

With his hands.

Never have you heard bones snap so loud.

You glance across the truck at him. He's breathing slowly and deliberately, self-soothing. His hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching occasionally, but otherwise motionless.

"Hey, look on the bright side, Captain," you say with a crooked grin, blinking away the blood dripping from a gash above your eye. "At least you won't have to do any paperwork for a while."

"Won't be able to jack off either," Soap adds with a crow of laughter. "Poor lil John's gonnae be black and blue... Won't even be able to feel the pain in yer hands over the straining of your–"

"That'll do!" Ghost snaps, ever the one to keep Soap in line.

It's quiet for the rest of the way back to base. It's quiet as you all head to medical for treatment. You're all drained, happy with a job well done, but exhausted from, well, everything.

Tired and sore, you decide to forgo dinner in order to catch some extra sleep. You're walking through the halls when you pass by Price's office.

The door is cracked open, which is unusual, and a rhythmic sound tumbles out into the hallway. A blend between panting and grunting.

He groans out a frustrated, "Fucking... Ah... Fucking hell!"

"Captain?" You ask hesitantly, knocking on the door. You hear shuffling inside, the rustling of cloth, soft jingle of metal. "I, uh... Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," he grits out, breathless and frustrated. "I'm just..." More rustling. "Fuck!"

"Can I come in?" You ask, already opening the door.

He doesn't say no. In fact, he doesn't say anything. Until you've got the door open and are left staring at the scene before you.

"I didn't want anyone seeing me like this..." He grumbles.

He's standing behind his desk, both hands and forearms in casts. He's struggling with a zip up hoodie, tangled in the fabric as he tries to put it on.

You fight back the urge to laugh and succeed. You fight back the urge to smile and fail. "Want some help with that, Captain?"

"Please."

This continues for the duration of his injury, him coming to you for help with tasks he can't do himself. For as long as he's in those casts, you're at his beck and call.

It's not uncommon for you to be called away from some mundane task to help the Captain with something equally mundane. But hey, at least you get to spend time with your Captain.

Your handsome, rugged, often flushed as of late, Captain.

You're captain whose casts you've wrapped before he can shower. Whose shirts you've helped put on. Whose hair you've brushed. Beard you've combed. Whose-

You keep having to tell yourself that this doesn't mean anything. The only reason he comes to you and no one else is because, well, he doesn't want anyone else seeing him like this.

So what if he blushes when you help secure his belt around his hips? Or when your fingers graze his neck as you button his collar. So what if once or twice while youve helped him dress your hand has brushed his cock (and oh, it's big), and it's jumped to attention. It's a natural reaction, really. Price never even mentions it. He's probably embarrassed. Ashamed. Nothing more to it.

But what if...?

No. You tell yourself sternly. Bad. That's your boss.

But...

He has been calling on you more. Has been standing closer. Leaning in when you speak. Burying his nose into your hair before you leave his room and inhaling through his nose, then shutting the door on you, leaving you a little dazed and more than a little confused in the hall.

Still. It doesn't mean anything. You've just never spent this much time with him. Maybe this is normal.

You're in the armory with Soap and Gaz when your phone goes off in your pocket. Price is calling.

"Captain?" You ask, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear as you continue to clean your rifle. "Everything okay?"

"I know I told you I wouldn't need anything until later, but I... I need your help," he says, his voice gruff and rumbling. "Now."

Soap mimes a blow job and Gaz snickers, shouldering him playfully.

"Could have called anyone, Captain," Soap calls out loud enough for Price to hear through the phone. "What is it you need help with that only our pretty little Corporal can do? Hmm?"

"Shut up, Soap," Price grumbles.

"Captain says to shut up, Johnny," you relay to Soap. He laughs.

"I need your help," Price repeats, his breath stuttering slightly.

"Alright," you say, setting the rifle down. "What with?"

"I'm..." his words are cut off by a groan and the sound of shuffling, followed by something clattering to the floor. "Fuck... I'm trying to..." He pauses, breathing heavy. "Tryna trim my beard and I.. Just get over here quick."

"Aye, sir. I'll be in your office soon."

"Not my office. My quarters."

You pause, holding the phone properly now. "I... Your quarters, Captain?"

Soap snickers, and thrusts his hips into the air a couple times. You flip him off.

"Yes," he says. "It's where I keep my products."

"Right, of course," you shake your head. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Good," he says, letting out a breathy sound through his nose. "I can't deal with this any longer..."

"Your beard has gotten scruffy," you muse.

"I... Just... Hurry." He hangs up.

"Getting out of work early again, huh?" Gaz asks with a grin. "Or should I say getting off work early?"

"Not you too," you whine, flipping the pair of them off as you leave the room.

You don't catch what Soap says, his words muffled by his accent and the closing door. Judging by the raucous laughter that breaks out when he's done, you figure that might be for the best.

You get to Price's room and knock, waiting a beat before turning the knob. "Hey, Captain, just a heads up, I've never actually trimmed a beard before but I–"

You stare at the scene before you with wide eyes, blood rushes to your cheeks as your jaw drops.

"Close the door," Price grunts, staring up at you from his place on the bed. On his knees, forearms braced against the mattress, his face red, jaw slack as he lets out rhythmic pants and groans.

You don't dwell on it. Instead, your attention is drawn to the clumsy, desperate movement of his hips as he ruts desperately against his pillow. His pillow which is covered in... Is that one of your workout shirts?

"I... Captain?!" You squeak in surprise, taking a slight step back.

"Soap was right," he grumbles, humping and grinding and moaning into the pillow. Into your shirt. Your shirt. This is happening. This is real. Price inhales deeply through his nose, his tongue lolling out. "Haven't... Haven't been able to... It's... I... It hurts, i... I thought this would... it worked before but i... It's not... not enough, I.. Help... Please."

Slowly, hesitantly, you shut and lock the door behind you. "Oh, so you've done this before?" You quirk a brow as you approach his bed. "Fucked into your pillow like a desperate whore thinking it was me?"

He whines, actually whines, and his hips falter for a second before speeding up. With each forward stroke of his hips you can catch a glimpse of his cock. Thick and red and painfully hard, dripping so much precum it looks like he's already cum before you got here. "Don't... Don't tease me, Corporal... Don't forget who's in charge here."

"Seems to me, Captain, that I'm the one in charge here," you hum, slowly kneeling on the bed. He looks up at you through his sweaty fringe, his breaths hot and wet when they fan against your skin. "I mean, you're the one who needs help, after all... You're the one whose job could be on the line... I doubt the higher ups would be thrilled to find you like this, all backed up and desperate for one of your soldiers?"

His eyelids flutter, he bites his lips muffling a growl that crescendos into a moan when you cradle his face. "Stop, I... I just... It hurts..."

"I'm sure it does," you hum sympathetically, running a hand through his hair. "Been too long, hasn't it?"

He keens and leans into your touch, drool dribbles from his lips. "I... Weeks, may, ah, maybe a month... Or longer... I-I need it... Please."

"Well, that just won't do," you tut, shaking your head in mock sympathy. You tighten your grip on his hair and he bows, arching his back like it's his job. "Just look at you, Captain..."

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He whines and you shush him gently, hand sliding from his hair to cup his jaw and chin, forcing him to look up at you. "Don't worry, Captain... I plan to do a lot more than just stare..."

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My friend was ranting about the seeds carrying the deputy, and then this happened ( I didnt know what deputy to draw so…uhh )

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John

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Reader offering her body to viking!simon as an appreciation present for protecting her xx

yes yes absolutely yes everything about this is beautiful

c/w: pillaging, death, murder, blood, loss of virginity, p-in-v sex, you and simon have no game, simon is a blunt dickhead

perhaps the village gets raided in the middle of the night :( rival clan tearing through your lovely town and pillaging it. your husband is immediately storming out of bed, throwing on his armor and grabbing his axe. he’s silent when he picks you up, slings you over his shoulder and throws you into the wardrobe,

“stay.” he commands and you respond with a quick nod of your head, looking up at him with frightened eyes until he slams the doors closed

you’re there for a good hour until you hear movement in your home. you think for a moment it might be simon but you soon hear the sounds of wood splintering and crashing as this invader trashes your home

you keep a hand over your mouth, praying whoever this is decides not to check your hiding place. that was wishful thinking, you realise once the wardrobe door is ripped open and you’re met with the cold eyes of a rival warrior who wastes no time snatching you up and throwing you to the ground, desperate screams immediately leaving your throat

you pray that someone hears you but you’re not hopeful when all you can hear through the closed windows is the muffled sounds of screams, cries and burning buildings

you pick up whatever your trembling hands can reach and throw them at the warrior as you crawl back. but everything just seems to be bouncing off of him, causing no damage whatsoever

you close your eyes when you watch him raise his weapon, ready to bring it down on you. tears slip down your cheeks and you flinch, preparing for your short lived life to be over in such a brutal manner

but no such blow comes, instead you just hear the sounds of gargling. when you open your eyes, you see the soldier on his knees in front of you, your husbands axe hanging from the side of his neck as he chokes to death on his own blood

simon is stood above him, chest heaving and rage clouding his vision as he pulls the axe out, swinging it into the man’s neck one more time for good measure

he looks at you, the storm disappearing from his expression once he sees you trembling on the floor below him, frightened out of your mind. with one arm, he effortlessly scoops you up, holding you against him. with his other hand he retrieves his axe from the corpse at his feet

he carries you out of your destroyed home, not saying a word when you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle

“thank you…” you mumble, the delicate brush of your lips tickling his skin, filling him with a warm feeling that he’ll deny ever existed

he grunts in response, hoisting you up when you start to slip in his grip. he doesn’t speak much, is the first thing you figured out about him on your wedding night

you shield your eyes from the bloodshed and horror that now bestows your village, people of your clan lay dead in the once safe streets. simon says nothing as he carries you away from it all,

“is it over?” you ask, taking your face from his neck to look at him. he gives you a firm nod of his head. you don’t say anything about the dried blood he’s coated in, nor the fact that you can feel it staining your nightgown

after a while he carries you to a secluded part of the village, with survivors gathered around and setting up tents. being the second-in-command to the chief was clearly a perk as you and simon had been set up in a small, cozy cabin

“draw me a bath.” his rough voice cuts through the silence, shrugging off his armor and stripping down until he was bare in front of you. it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks whenever he causally exposed his naked body to you

he hadn’t bedded you once since you had been married, you had shared once chaste kiss at your wedding ceremony and since then he had barely touched you. he didn’t seem particularly interested in having you perform traditional wifely duties, he never rejected it when you offered to bathe him after a long day or when you had dinner presented on the table for him

you both just kind of exist around each other. it hadn’t really dawned on you that he’s never even called you by your name, only speaking to you in blunt sentences

“oi. did you hear me?” he says, stopping to turn to you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. you shake yourself from your thoughts and nod your head, scrambling over to the fire to begin boiling the water for his bath

he carries the heavy pots of boiling water for you, snatching them from your hands when he sees you nearly burn yourself. once his bath was finished, he climbed into the steaming water

you watch him from the bed, chewing on your lip and playing with your fingers as he scrubs his skin with the soap. his back is to you as your map out the scars littering the rippled muscle

you feel indebted to him. whilst he wasn’t the nicest man, he certainly wasn’t the cruelest. he was good to you in a strange way. he never forced himself on you, even on your wedding night. he had never uttered words with intent to hurt your feelings

you stand from your place on the bed and nervously stumble over to the tub, kneeling beside him. he doesn’t look at you when you take a cloth and begin cleaning his back

he lets his hands fall into the water, leaning forward ever so slightly. you notice how his eyes fall shut. he’s probably exhausted, you think to yourself

“would you like me to brush your hair, husband? I… I can-“ you question, looking at him as you run the soap through his hair and making an effort to detangle the mop on his head

“do what you want.” he grunts, shrugging his broad shoulders and dropping them down with enough weight to make the water splash

you nod your head even though he can’t see you. after a few minutes of, quite frankly, uncomfortable silence, you place the soap down as a silent signal that you were finished

he stands to all his glory, 6’4 with water dripping down from his hair all the way down his thigh defined thighs and back into the water. you immediately avert your eyes when you drag your eyes down to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs and pass him a towel

you gather a comb and place a pillow on the floor between your legs. still not bothering to get dressed, he just drops his tired body down leaving you no option but to spread your legs to accommodate his large frame

you spend a good 30 minutes trying to get the comb through his shaggy dirty blond hair but you eventually manage to tame it into a clean and detangled state. you use a tie from your wrist to tie it up into a messy bun so it will stay out of his face

“I-I’m finished…” you say, placing your hands on your lap to prevent yourself from reaching out and tracing the tattoos on his shoulder blades. as you expected, he just gives you a grunt, his way of saying thank you

you stand from the bed, watching as he moves around the room with his back to you

“simon?” you call out with hesitation, “would you… would you like to come to bed… with me?”

he turns to look at you, his brow furrowed with confusion, “I am… I’ll be there in a minute.”

you shake your head, taking your hand up to untie the front of your nightgown, “no… I mean… would you like to be intimate with me?”

you’re certain that your face must be bright red with embarrassment, but you power through as you slip your gown off. you’re stood naked in front of him, shifting on your feet as he stares you down with an unreadable expression

he shifts his whole body to you now, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down

“say something, please.” you squeak out, your hands coming up to poorly cover your breasts. he lets out a small laugh in response and you think you’ve completely humiliated yourself

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks bluntly, taking one hand down to lightly fondle his flaccid cock. you nod your head eagerly, biting your lip

“you ever done tha’ before?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. he’s quite enjoying this newfound confidence, if you can even call it that. you shake your head, fiddling with your fingers

“it’s gonna hurt.” he warns, raising his eyebrows and scanning your face for any form of hesitation

“will it feel good eventually?” you ask, a small glimmer of hope spreading in your eyes when you realise he’s actually considering your request. you expected him to shoot you down with a laugh

“maybe.” he shrugs, “you still want me to fuck you, little one?”

his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock now, stroking it until it was fully erect. you can’t take your eyes off it, not even to see the cocky smirk across his face

“yes.” you whisper out, “please.”

he cocks his head to the side, “get on the bed. spread your legs.”

you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back and folding your hands across your stomach. you chew on your lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can’t bear to look at him as you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your most intimate area

“want me to lick your cunt first?”

his words make your pussy ache. his blunt tone would be horrifying on anyone else but you know him now. it’s just who he is. it’s so amazingly him. the question is followed by the sound of spitting and the slick sounds of him stroking his cock

“I- yes- I just- I’m not sure i’ll like it.” you admit, sheepishly. you glance down when you feel the bed shift and his big hands wrap around your thighs. you see him knelt between your legs, lips inches away from your aching pussy

he grunts, and with no warning, he closes the gap and runs his tongue from your opening then all the way up to your clit. he wraps his lips around the bud, giving a harsh suck

you throw your head back, letting out a stuttered moan. your hands shift from their place to his hair, tugging on it and loosening a few strands which fall around his face

he spends a good bit of time trialling things out, learning what you like based on how much you yanked at his hair or bucked your hips

he slips a finger in your entrance once he’s sure you’re wet enough, groaning at the way your legs slam around his head. the feeling of your thighs clenching around his face makes his cock twitch against the mattress

your cunt takes his fingers greedily, sucking around his thick digits when he slips another one in. your hips buck up at his mouth when he flicks his tongue around your clit

you feel a tightening in your stomach after a fuck minutes of his fingers fucking in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch you wider for him. he waits until he can feel you right on edge and he hears your moans pick up to pull his fingers out

you let out a whine at the lack of contact, handing right on edge of your ruined orgasm

“quite yer whinin’. you can cum around my cock instead.” he groans, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your weeping pussy

he places one hand on the underside of your thigh and pushes it up as he pushes in slowly. you let out a gasp and grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin. he doesn’t stop, only slows his pace

“nearly there…” he groans just before he bottoms out, his pubic bone pressed against your clit. he grinds his hips slowly to help you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full

“do that again…” you whine out, arching your back for him. he grinds his hips a few more times, waiting until there’s no resistance from you before actually beginning to fuck his cock in and out of you

you slam your hand over your mouth when you feel the tip of his cock brush against this spongy spot inside of your cunt

he shifts his position, moving so he’s kneeling on the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you so your ass rests on his thighs

he wraps a hand around his cock, gliding the tip through your folds one time before slipping back inside you. he uses his grip on your hips as leverage to fuck into you faster than before

the room is filled with a mixture of your moans and his grunts along with the sound of his balls slapping your ass

your hands move to rest on his shoulders to keep you straight as he rams his cock into your cunt. that familiar tight feeling creeps up on you soon again. you tap his shoulder lightly

“si- simon… ‘m gonna- fuck-“ you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows

“me too, little one. come on… cum around your husbands cock…” he grunts, leaning forward to put you in a mating press. his permission was all you needed to let go, your cunt pulsing around his cock erratically

he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling his cock and out, desperately jerking it a few times before he paints his load all over your tummy. he rubs the tip against your clit to milk your orgasm, the final remnants of his cum dribbling out onto your pussy

he doesn’t enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm very long before he’s standing up and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. he blows out the candles that light up your bedroom before wrapping you both up in blankets and furs

he lays on his back, tucking you under his arm so you can rest your head on his shoulder. you lay away from him, wrapping your arms around his bicep and pressing your face into the muscle

in tune with his usual character, he doesn’t say a word to you but this is progress, you think. a soft smile gracing your lips as you drift off into a peaceful slumber

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Your lieutenant is a bit weird sometimes.

“Sergeant go and take that makeup off as well no exceptions.”

“I'm not wearing any sir.”

“Don't li..” he starts then squints at your features. He takes three steps in and towers right over you, too close, focused frown between his brows as his eyes skim through every bit of skin.

“What so that's just like your face?” He sounds frustrated.

“Yes?”

“Your lashes?”

“Natural sir.”

Lieutenant Riley's eyes just keep roaming around your features, looking haunted and he finally drifts away without another word.

…okay.

Your lieutenant is very weird sometimes.*

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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

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I now can't stop thinking about Johnny (+ reader) fucking Simon until he's got the overstimulated shivers, throwing his head back with tears in his eyes, hardly able to tell if he wants more or if he needs a breather. Or edging him until the big man begs.

The mental image is making me shake, but I'm thanking you for planting that little thought in my head to ponder on 🤭

Añslskdiwbslsnw FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

I can totally see (not even on the I Wasn't On That Tunnel Fic universe, in general), Simon being all happy about being with both reader and Johnny.

Just like, "Ah... My two precious things for which I have so much love and would die and kill for." And he is all confident that he can provide everything they may need WITH EASE.

Until they are finally doing the deed and an especially whiny moan escapes Simon and it is like blood falling into the water for the sharks. Johnny and you look at each other just to make sure the other has the same idea and smile when you realize you do.

Now, I don't think Simon would be especially vocal in bed; so hearing him was like unlocking a room that they are more than ready to explore.

Just trying every position on the book and creating new ones; each making the sounds a bit louder. From vanilla cowgirl riding him, passing from fucking Johnny doggy style while he eats you out, until grabbing Johnny's and your head together and fucking the two of your lips while the two of you try to make out.

But the one that does it is when Johnny and you sandwich him in the middle, it starts with him standing up and Johnny and you on your knees. One in front and one behind.

Simon is already used to the feel of your throat around his length, what he is not so used to is the feel of Johnny's tongue burying itself deep in his ass.

It has his toes curling as both his hands grab both of your hair, pretty moans and whines escaping his mouth. He tries to pull back, not wanting to come so early into the night; but then he feels four hands grabbing his thigh locking him in place to come down your throat.

He doesn't even get a moment to breathe before you are pushing him to bed, Johnny and you crawling up to him. The both of you kissing up his body making him softly moan when you reach his nipple, the overstimulation making him already more sensitive.

But the moment his shaft starts to come back to life, you move him to his side giving him your back as you sink into his length being the little spoon. He hugs your middle, kissing softly your shoulder thinking he has the upper hand; until Johnny is on his back slowly easing his girth into his tight ass.

Simon's eyes widen at the double stimulation, your tight cunt pulsating around his length and Johnny's dick deep rubbing his walls.

There is a moment of breathing, but then the two of you start to move at the same time knocking the air out of him. The whines, cries and moans falling easily now from him.

But then the two of you start to whisper little nothings and praises on his ears. "Taking me so well, Si..." "Fucking me so full, Si..."

And if it hasn't been the plan all along you would tease him about how fast he cums, not even managing to pull out before he was moaning loudly.

Johnny and you look at each other, because neither of you have come yet. And Simon realises that he is in for a night.

It's quite later, when the two of you help him clean up, making him drink some water and promising him a full breakfast in the morning, that the three of you go to sleep; cuddling him in the middle making him the happiest man alive.

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