ethereal-night-fairy

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Ahhghivjogix it's my turn to cry with need! You didn't need fuck my mind so hard! This is pay back isn't it? Just you wait... I'll do you one better...

okay but what if your grandparents died and left you with all of their fortune but the rest of your family was pissed to the point where you think they might kill you. so you marry mafia!price for protection and in exchange, he and his gang use some of your grandparents estates and businesses as a front for their shady operations?

#my legs are shaking.... #and you know why... #I'll retaliate in 3 - 5 business days... #since I'm a bit busy.... #but i WILL retaliate #best prepare yourself.... #🥒Kelsi🥒 #captain john price #mafia!au #mafia!141 #mafia!price #john price x f!reader #john price x female reader #john price x reader #john price x you #john price smut #john price fluff #cw noncon

[ethereal-night-fairy]

The most viewed channel in Israel says the genocide is not enough, they want to see rivers of Gazan’s blood

#... #i have no words #free palestine #<<<previous tags #I'm disgusted by their actions and words... #end the genocide #end the apartheid #end the occupation #freepalastine🇵🇸

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz

More fae!Gaz, he's so boyfriend, he's always there when you need him. Even if you didn't know he'd be there or that you'd need him! That's just how great he is!

You duck under an awning to escape the sudden downpour, already soaked to the bone. You look out at the pouring rain, tip your head to try and get a glimpse at how the clouds are moving, and sigh. You'll just have to wait it out. You wish you'd brought your umbrella.

The door beside you chimes, and there's the click fwump of an umbrella being opened. You glance at the man looking out at the rain, you recognize him. You've had a few conversations with him. Not friends, not even acquaintances, but not strangers either. What was his name again?

Something whispers through your mind, bounces and echoes: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

"Gaz?" You confirm. He turns to looks at you, and his eyes spark with recognition. He smiles and you smile back.

"Hey there sunshine," Gaz grins, his eyes drag over you, bounce across your chest and the way your soaked shirt clings to you, "gone for a swim?"

You laugh, shake your head and then shake it harder to try and get some of the water off it. You don't know how rain always feels so much colder and wetter than regular water, but you can feel it drip off you thickly. Gaz laughs, it sounds like chocolate. You don't- you don't know how to describe it. It's like chocolate. Rich and sweet, but dark with a hint of bitterness that makes you want to hear it again and again. You find yourself staring at him, pushing your hair off your forehead to stop the water from rolling down into your eyes. Already you've had to blink away the drops that settled on your lashes.

"Didn't bring my umbrella," you explain. Gaz nods, the cocks his head back towards the shop door.

"S'why I stopped in for one."

"Smart, don't know why I didn't think of that." You watch the rain fall for a moment, before you're struck with recollection. "We live in the same building right?" Gaz hums.

"You knocked on my door for a cuppa once." You nod and he shifts his grip on the umbrella, holding it between you. "You asking to share?"

"Could save me a few pounds," You're only half joking, stepping closer until your shoulder brushes his.

"What if I'm not headed for the tube?" You look up at Gaz, watch him cock a brow curiously. He never loses his smile. Something itches in the back of your mind, warning you against friendly strangers. Something else quiets it, pets the scared animal into submission with that soft echoing whisper: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

"Then you can just drop me off at the nearest station and be on your way," you reason. That seems to amuse him, something sparking in his eyes that lights up his smile. He's warm. Green. Natural. You can smell the dirt of a nearby flower pot, the dust of the city. Petrichor, your brain supplies. The smell of dust after rain.

Mentally you kick yourself. From a fucking Doctor Who episode ya numpty. Trying to sound poetic when you're just quoting a damn- and it's not even an episode you liked! Ugh.

Gaz taps your forehead, two gentle taps that make you blink. There's something familiar in the gesture, friendly in a way that's overly friendly for how close you aren't.

"Looked like you were getting lost in there," he says when you smack your hand against the tapped skin.

"Well throw down a rope then," you grumble. Your therapist is right you gotta start being more present. This is why you get caught in the rain, too busy day dreaming.

"How about I get you home first," Gaz jokes.

"Just to the station is fine," you tell him, hurrying to stay under the umbrella as he starts walking. Gaz shrugs, the umbrella shifts, and you press closer to avoid soaking your shoulder a second time.

"I'm going home anyway, may as well take you with me."

You roll your eyes. An alarm bell rings in the back of your mind, smothered by a thick magic that whispers to you: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

#thats all that's going on in my brain right now.... #just Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz Gaz #cod x reader #x reader #1fae1 #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz x reader #gaz modern warfare #gaz cod #gaz garrick x reader #gn!reader #fae!gaz

[ethereal-night-fairy]

What can I say? I like causing pain....

okay but what if your grandparents died and left you with all of their fortune but the rest of your family was pissed to the point where you think they might kill you. so you marry mafia!price for protection and in exchange, he and his gang use some of your grandparents estates and businesses as a front for their shady operations?

#don't worry I'll bring you back to life sleeping beauty style! #Oh and didn't you know? #im psychic... #it's not the first time I've predicted a fics plotline... #i think i just have a knack for it.. #I'll give you plenty of kisses to alleviate the pain I've caused 😔 #💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 #my beautiful moots! #🥒kelsi🥒 #I ~ writes

[ethereal-night-fairy]

things that werewolf!soap (from silver tongues, like bullets) hands to you and looks at you with the most excited puppy eyes waiting for you to chose the mating press:

That man is delusional to a fault. Why the fuck does he think this'll help him get brownie points when she's actively trying to escape. 😭

Johnny boy you'll be lucky if she doesn't smack you with a plate...

All the boys what to put her in the mating press... we'll find out if they'll get to...

#i need to complete the chapter soon 😔 #Silver Tongues like Bullets #werewolf!au #werewolf!soap #john soap mactavish #I ~ writes #my beautiful moots! #🥒kelsi🥒

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Another mafia!au? and with Price? Lay me to rest already my heart can't take it!

But listen what if this whole thing is a marriage of convenience situation. So neither of them really care if the other fucks around because everything is a business deal to them. And obviously Price thinks this arrangement is perfect in the beginning. He provides safety and gets to fuck whoever he wants while making extra money on the side.

Just an absolute dream isn't it? Wrong he didn't take into account how difficult it would be living with such a sweet thing. Or how hard it would be to keep his hands to himself. Especially when you strictly stated this was a marriage of convenience nothing else.

He's beginning to realise why your grandparents left everything to you. With how kind and sweet you are? He's surprised your family didn't understand. Like obviously you constantly went to visit your grandparents when no one else would you even started to take care of them in their old health when everyone else said they were too busy. You sacrifice so much just so you could make their lives comfortable in their last few years of life. And you got wealth in return not that you even wanted anything material from your grandparents. You just wanted to give them some company in their last few years.

Your driving him absolutely insane with your home cooked dinners and the pretty dresses you walk about in. You don't even expect anything in return other than your safety. It warms his heart seeing you feel so safe and happy.

His affection for you hits him out of nowhere one day. He notices you chewing on your lips on a particular day, your stressed about something and it drives him crazy with worry. He just wants to kiss every stress away. But he can't. Not when you politely decline, treating him like some roommate. He realises then that you just see this relationship as strictly business.

His heart stops when you look at him with puzzled features when he tries to help but you don't understand why he wants to know. Safe to say you doesn't share your worries with him because he isn't your support system you have friends for that. And that breaks his heart. He wants to do so much more for you. But you just won't let him :( (He promises himself he's getting to the bottom of your worries)

He notices the way your hands shake slightly meeting his importsnt associates. But regardless you continue with a brave face. He's so damn proud of you he can't contain it sometimes. But he has no outlet to show you any affection.

Apart from being cordial you have no interest in him and it's driving him insane. You don't care who he fucks what he does as long as he keeps you safe. And he loves keeping you safe but please he's begging for an ounce of your attention. But all you offer in is your generic kindness you offer to everyone around you. It doesn't make him feel as warm as it used to. Not when he sees the way you love your friends. He wants to be so much more to you. But you keep him at arms length.

The only time he gets to have his hands on you is at public events and you bet he's abusing the situation and opportunity to touch you like a husband should (non sexually). He's making you laugh. His hands around you, on your lower back, caressing your hair, he's kissing your cheek, you name it he's doing it to really 'sell' this sham of a marriage to everyone. That's what he keeps telling when you ask him to tone it down. (He doesn't tone it down why would he? It's the only time he gets to touch you)

But you know what really boils his blood? The fact you don't bat an eye when other women approach him knowing he's a married man, in front of you no less. Your smile stays the same and you even excuse yourself thinking Price wants to get his dick wet with the shameless slut flirting with him. His hands clench with so much rage that he doesn't know what to do with himself. Those women were immediately escorted out by the 141 before things got bloody.

At this point this same situation has happened during the last three events you've attended with him and each time you excuse yourself to a lounge room to rest. But Price has had a enough and follows you after 'dealing' with the women.

Your startled with when you hear the door opening. Your even more startled seeing your fake husband standing their blocking the door with anger written all over his beautiful face. His once blue eyes resemble pure darkness now. Not the sweet caring ones you were so used to. Fear sets in when you hear the door close and lock...

okay but what if your grandparents died and left you with all of their fortune but the rest of your family was pissed to the point where you think they might kill you. so you marry mafia!price for protection and in exchange, he and his gang use some of your grandparents estates and businesses as a front for their shady operations?

#I ~ writes #this is just my two cents.... #i hope you enjoyed it #captain john price #mafia!price #mafia!141 #mafia!au #john price x you #john price x reader

[ethereal-night-fairy]

here to 💋 and 💋 and 💋

*runs off* love you, byeeeee!!!

Wait! come back! I want more kisses!

#my beautiful moots! #🥒kelsi🥒 #ask n answered #I ~ writes #I love you too 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

[ethereal-night-fairy]

♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️

Thank you anon you're so sweet!

#*blushes and hides my face* #I ~ writes #ask n answered

[ethereal-night-fairy]

[X] TW if you click the link

Mass graves are still being discovered in Al Shifa Hospital

#freepalastine🇵🇸 #end the apartheid #end the genocide #end the occupation #palestine

[ethereal-night-fairy]

I didn't know reading about Price getting railed was in the cards today.... I'm pleasantly surprised and extremely horny right now.

Send help

The only foil Gaz has in his little scheme of fucking his pretty clients? Rich business man Price and his pretty wife. Prices’ wife? The most oblivious bimbo he’d ever met. He wants to nail her *so* bad but, she doesn’t pick up on his ‘double meanings’ or anything! She just paid his estimate outright, (full price! The jacked up price!!! wtf?)

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at manual labor!!! I’d probably knock down the building, lol!” And prances off. She dresses like a tease, tiny skirts, tight shirts, heels, nice hair, pretty makeup.

She’s got daddy Price paying for her and Price finds deep, endless amusement in Gaz going crazy trying to get her to understand what type of ‘manual labor’ he’s talking about. Every time Gaz tries to flat out tell her he wants to f- Price walks by, blue balling Gaz because he can’t proposition his clients wife right in front of him!!! Gaz gets blue balled *again.*

And Price keeps hiring him too! He has the money, so why not? Gaz really amuses him, it turns him on to have someone chasing after his pretty wife *so* bad, and imagine how great it will be when Price finally lets Gaz have her?

Maybe they can have Gaz over for just sex without the fake excuse of ‘building’ or ‘remodeling’

(Bonus: if Price overhears Gaz’s double entendres, he comes in bends over the marble counter like ‘oooooh, this is how I get the discount, I can do that’ because he thinks Blue collar Gaz is hot too, why does his wife get to be the only one nailed over their new counter? And his wife is like ‘oh- oooooh! OOOOOOH!’ Sparkles in her eyes ‘now’ she get’s it!!! Well why didn’t he just *say* so!!! And drops to her knees. Yeah, They all take the new marble counter for a spin.)

The problem... the problem...

The problem is I want Gaz to fuck that old man over the marble counter now. Gaz plays for both teams, if he can't get the bimbo wife, he'll take the hot older husband. Price wants to bend over the counter, Gaz'll press his hand firm between Price's shoulders and his hips firm against his ass. A little surprising for Price, he was joking(sort of) because that's the fun of it. His wife isn't getting it but he is, and it should be a good haha laugh it off moment of "I know what you've been doing." But Gaz presses his weight down against Price and tells him he'll do just as well.

"Can probably take it better than the bird, isn't that right sir?" He murmurs, his cock already starting to stiffen against Price.

The ideal end to this scenario is Gaz fucking Price over that shiny new counter, Price's eyes rolling back as he grunts out moans and Gaz bites his shoulder, pretty wife sat on her knees behind Gaz licking his balls and occasionally dipping back to eat his ass. Both of them really should be thanking him for doing so much work on their house, and for teasing him so long. He wants Price white knuckling the counter, shooting his load all over his wife's tits as she tongues Gaz's ass. He'll fill Price and then move on to the bird.

"When's the last time someone took care of you properly," Gaz asks Price, leaning back to spread Price's cheeks apart, watching his cock getting swallowed greedily with each thrust. Price mumbles out some answer, well before he was married, and sorely missed. Gaz hums with a smile, "Might have to start staying late then, make sure you're satisfied with my services."

Don't think Gaz isn't eager to get the wife over the counter too. Stripping the condom off his thick cock when he's done with Price and lifting the giggly wife off her knees to fuck her raw. Normally he's safer about this sort of thing, never know where a housewife has been, but he doubts she's smart enough to be sleeping around. So he bounces her on his cock until she's shaking and clinging to him, stifling moans by biting his shoulder. He'll leave her dripping come so Price can eat it out of her.

"You know," Gaz tells them, gathering his things, "You really could do with a couple French doors out to the garden."

"When can you start?" Price asks.

"How's tomorrow work?" Gaz grins.

#Ghoul the things you do to me are down right illegal! #im vibrating with need and i don't know what to do.... #I want to see Gaz fuck Price while his wife sucks him off... #that man should get pampered for a for or two.. #he deserves to be fucked within an inch of his life as a treat for being such a good husband #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #gaz x price #cod x reader #x reader #f!reader #blue collar au

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Kisses for everyone!!! Cheers to all the beautiful horny thoughts we share/feed to eachother.

May we collaborate on a more intimate level. By that I mean we should go a little crazy and air out our kinks for funsies.

I thank everyone sincerely for keeping me well fed 💋

all of my wrinkly brained moots and their moots deserve kisses on their foreheads💋

#my beautiful moots! #I ~ writes #sorry im just being a little horny...

[ethereal-night-fairy]

#meme

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Yeah like what is he on about. He has no proof Ruthie has ever done anything wrong (That cat is a war criminal wanted in 12 counties and 7 states but no one needs to know that)

She's an absolute sweetheart. Who has never done anything wrong in her entire life on this earth. I stand my decision to always defend her honour with my life!

Cat Dad!Simon

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So it was, you would pet-sit Ruthie while Ghost was deployed to whatever corner of the world that was crawling with terrorists this time. He tried to warn you that Ruthie might be cute and cuddly now but she’s a devil in disguise. You, of course, laughed him off, scratched under Ruthie’s chin and said, “Her? No, she’s an absolute angel.” You giggled while Ruthie purred and chirped at you. He tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped at the sound of your giggle. Ghost had shrugged, given you Ruthie’s veterinarian contact just in case of emergencies, told you her feeding routine and wished you luck. He would be surprised if Ruthie’s attitude didn’t run you off.

So when he returned home, he expected to get the usual talk about how Ruthie is a spoiled brat (which she is) and that they won’t be pet-sitting for him again (good riddance, Ruthie deserves better). But instead, when he knocked on your flat door, you opened it up and Ruthie was in your arms like a baby. All content and purring with the sweater she had on since the temperature lately had taken a dip. “Oh! You’re back.” You say, clearly in shock at his sudden arrival. Did he forget to text you that he had gotten back and was coming to pick up Ruthie? Fuck, he must have. He nods.

You glance at Ruthie with a smile, “She’s been just an absolute angel.” You say as you pet his ugly hairless cat who is also a traitor for being such a darling for you and a menace for everyone else including him. “I hope you don’t mind that I got her a few sweaters to wear, you didn’t give me any since we weren’t expecting the temperature to drop.” Ghost finally takes in the details on the sweater, its pink with the word ‘princess’ bedazzled on the back. It’s so ugly. It’s perfect.

When you hand him Ruthie, your skin grazes his and he feels absolutely pathetic at the way his body reacts to sudden human contact. It’s not the way he would normally react, pulling away and putting distance. No. He wants to be closer, to take more of your warmth and to take the clear love you have for Ruthie and send some of it his way. Would you look at him with the same love if he showed you his ugly self? He hopes so. “Well, if you’re just back from deployment, you should come over for dinner.” You say and he blinks, pulled from whatever line of thought that way. “Or if you don’t-“

“What time?” He asks and you smile at him, bright and cheery. He glances down at Ruthie and wonders if this little devil planned this.

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cat dad simon #ghost fluff #cat dad ghost #catdad!ghost

[ethereal-night-fairy]

I'd love to read a fic like this. It would be funny if either Gaz or Soap's partner got the call from Price just because one of the two Sargents did something to piss him off and now he was going to embarrass them for it.

I'm just... gonna leave this here...

*silently slinks away*

Pls tag me if someone hears my call and writes something

#captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #x reader #tf 141 x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Sir you have to breed me first if you want to start thinking of names...

Not Logan being a literal wolf in sheep’s clothing

He doesn't talk much, doesn't talk at all really, and wears a mask more often than you see him without it. It isn't until his teeth are digging into your neck that you realize why. He pulls back and blood drips from the canid teeth filling his mouth. His tongue drags over the points of them, the sharp triangular molars and lengthened canines. Nothing human in his smile. He holds your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks to make you pout. He sticks his tongue out for you, and you hear it vibrate through your mind, "open" along with another sharp tug in your chest.

Your jaw hinges, your tongue stuck out to mirror his own. Logan is quick to drag his tongue against yours, the taste of your blood as he kisses you is impossible to ignore. The bump of his canines against your lips makes you shiver. Everything about the way he makes a mess of you is so different from what you'd expected, hoped for. He knocks your knees apart, wedges his thigh between yours and presses close. He pulls away only to taste more of the ichor dripping from the wound in your neck. Bloody you're sure, like you'd been mauled by a wild animal and not bitten by a man.

Although who are you to say you haven't been. Whisked off to be alone with a man you barely know. He'd been so kind up until this point, you wonder how much of that was an act to get you here. Wonder as you tip your head to allow him room to kiss the frayed edges of his bite. Wonder as his hands guide your hips to grind against his firm thigh. Wonder as his lips move against your skin, as they drag warm wetness along your jaw. He's so tender with you after his lapse of violence, almost worshipful. "Marking you" he'd called it.

Your eyes flutter closed, your head lolling, a little dizzy from the loss of blood. Marking you for what you wonder. Probably nothing good.

#im down bad for these fae men 😭 #someone send help... #i swear I'll end up pregnant from one of fics one day... #cod x reader #x reader #logan walker #logan walker x reader #logan walker cod #logan walker ghosts #cod ghosts #logan cod #logan ghosts #fae!logan #fae au #1fae1

[ethereal-night-fairy]

I'm down bad for these men. Like really bad!

Simon mentioning Price and his Wife had me feeling all types of way.

Imagine being a 24/7 lifestyle sub with ghoap being the doms 🫣 with an eternity collar and everything

I’m foaming at the mouth like a rabid raccoon

🪦

18+ / pre- negotiated everything / ghoap x reader / consensual everything Good girl who waits at the door on her knees for her boys to get home.

Good girl who sits quiet and naked and doesn't move a muscle until it swings wide and they appear on the other side, mouths curling into predator's jaws, excited and gleaming with the glint of sadism that makes this entire thing work.

"Have you been good, darling?" Simon circles, inspecting. A firm hand between your shoulder blades presses you the cold, hardwood floor, thumbs spreading your folds wide from behind for inspection.

"Yes, sir." Your tongue tastes polish, the black sheen of a boot.

"Did ye miss us?" Johnny rubs the flat of his palm over the swell of your ass.

"Yes, sir." You breathe. Your body burns, pulses, in the dregs of desire, the ache between your legs long shifted from delicate to ravenous, sweetness to agony.

"Did ye touch?" He explores your body, stroking down your slit, swirling fingertips in the sticky mess that leaks from you. He clicks his tongue. "Ye didnae touch, did ye? Did ye leave this little pussy alone like promised?"

"Y-yes." you stammer, and then bite your tongue. You might have, once. Briefly.

When you fail to punctuate with the honorific, a hand cracks against your ass.

"Sir!" You grit, and Simon chuckles.

"Bet I could make you cum right now then." He thumbs your hole, lightly tapping against where you're desperate for him to push inside, and you bite down on your tongue to keep the pleads from spilling out. "Let's see how swollen you are." He moves you in a blink, your back now flat against the floor, and he positions your feet wide, allowing unfettered access for both of them.

"Poor thing." Johnny coos. He spreads your folds with two fingers, knuckle brushing your clit. The contact jolts, sends electric shock up your spine, and your muscles tense, nearly shaking. Simon hooks a finger in your collar and tugs your face up to his for a kiss, long and sweet with emotion before pulling away. The softness in his eyes lingers, and then vanishes, and you know you won't see it again for hours.

"Give her a kiss, Johnny." He instructs, and Johnny knocks your thighs wider, mouth closing just over your clit, tongue flicking against the bud. "That feel good, love?"

"Yes, sir." You're well practiced at speaking under... duress, like this, but it's still a feat. Simon's lips curl into a smirk, and your eyes widen.

"Did you touch yourself, good girl? Did you rub this little clit while we were gone, make yourself come when you weren't supposed to?" He reaches between your legs, stroking a slow circle before closing this thumb and his forefinger in a pinch.

You shriek.

"Tell the truth, now." He's stern, but still, you shake your head.

"Poor darling, just couldn't wait, could you? Couldn't control yourself."

"N-no. No, sir. I didn't- I didn't..." Johnny's pulling something up his phone, video playback of some kind, but you can hardly focus over Simon still holding your clit firm, the pressure too much, but with no friction. Your sanity feels like it's starting to slip away.

"What's this then?" Johnny grabs your face, cheeks squished, and your stomach drops when he presses play, video feed of yourself in bed over a week ago, eyes closed in bliss, hand obviously moving between your legs under the covers. Oh, fuck.

"I didn't mean to." You whisper. You did... but that's not part of the scene. "I swear, sir."

"I think you need some help with this, love. Clearly, you can't be trusted." Simon hums, and then pulls you up to your knees, and then feet.

When he marches you to the bedroom, you know your fate is sealed.

The restraints are always soft. They tie you easily, arms, hands, knees and feet, hooks and o-rings drilled into the bed frame so they can easily string you up. Usually, you love being tied. Love the feeling of helplessness, of being powerless. You're always loved, cherished, taken care of. Unable to make any decisions or do anything on your own, just the way you like it.

Johnny kisses your pussy sloppily, tongue and teeth and lips all over, paying special attention to your clit, working you closer and closer to an orgasm, but pulling away at the last second. It goes on for too long, possibly hours, and you turn to pieces.

It's turned you into a teary, whiny mess. A desperate, pleading girl at the mercy of her boys.

You think you'll finally be given reprieve, finally given your reward when Johnny pulls away to undress, Simon too-

but all hopes are dashed when Simon produces the wand.

"Sir." you whine, trying to flex, but he shakes his head.

"Stay still." It starts on low, not nearly enough to bring you to the edge, and Johnny holds it to your clit, just barely making contact.

You want to scream.

"Please, sir." You won't be able to do hours of this. You'll fall apart, you know it.

Still, they both shake their head. Your hips twitch, head tossing, and Simon smoothes a hand over your belly, stroking the inside of your thighs before covering Johnny's, turning the intensity up, the head of the wand vibrating at the higher frequency, sending shivers and shocks through you. Yes.

"Does it feel good?" Johnny coos, eyes trained on your cunt. You nod, catapulting towards an orgasm.

"Yes, sir... please, can I- ah, fuck, can I cum?" You're going to explode, and you can't until they say. It's ingrained in you.

"Ye can." Johnny says, "give us a big one, good girl, that's it. Look at her, clenchin' up nice and tight." Your orgasm washes you clean, wrings you out, and your spine tenses and then relaxes, thighs desperately trying to close around the wand.

It doesn't stop. Your eyes widen, and Simon presses the button, increasing the intensity- again.

No.

"Stop." You croak, but they only shake their head.

"Cannae stop now, love. Ye've got so many to give us." Your eyes roll back into your skull, body already primed and racing towards another orgasm, muscles too tight.

"N-no, I can't- I- ah, ah- I'm goin' cum, stop, I can't-"

"Go on then." Simon instructs gruffly, giving you permission at the last second, and it rockets through you, explosions erupting through your veins. He doesn't pull it away, and you nearly shriek as it walks the line between pleasure and pain.

Another orgasm comes just as quick as the last, and you cry out, legs straining against the restraints.

Johnny licks your cheeks, kisses your lips, and then slips the velcro belt under your back after it's over.

"No! No, no, please, please-"

"Shhh. It'll feel good, promise." He laughs, bringing the velcro around your belly, strapping the handle of the wand in so the head rests directly over your clit, without anyone having to hold it. "Just what the doctor ordered, hmm? Got to give ye all ye can take, since ye need it so bad. Couldn't wait till we got home."

"I'm s-sorry, sir. I'm-" You choke on your words, and Johnny rubs your arms, positioning himself on all four above you, nose in your neck.

Not fair.

Simon sees your outrage, and smiles.

"Only good girls get a cock in their hole." He says seriously, and Johnny's eyes flutter shut, lip tugged between his teeth. "Deep breath, good boy- here it comes." You see the moment Simon pushes into his body, the way Johnny's stomach muscles tighten and flutter, how his brows pinch together. He moans, and so does Simon, and your heart aches at being left out.

The wand doesn't allow you to wallow for long. It burns against your sensitive nub now, and when your face starts to heat, Johnny watches intently.

"She's goin' cum again." He groans, body bouncing with the force of Simon's thrusts. His fingers play in the wet slick between your legs. "Fuck, darling. Love when ye get the bed all messy like this." Simon shoves his cock deep and Johnny's mouth drops open, and then they both still, watching, waiting.

"Are you close?" Simon asks sweetly, false sincerity dripping like the tears on your cheeks. You nod pathetically, and they rear back to watch your pussy, more focused there, over your face. "Poor little thing, can't stop 'erself, even if she wanted. Maybe you do need a doctor, love." You're delirious, half listening, half moaning, half delving into madness. You can't tell where your orgasm begins in this moment, the wave of it overtaking you in a gasp.

"Maybe we should have the captain look at her." Johnny grunts, pushing himself back onto Simon, panting. "Have him and his missus give her an inspection."

"Ss-sir," you moan. "sir, please, s-stop. I can't cum anymore." They ignore you.

"We should invite them over." Simon shoves Johnny forward, and his lips curve against your skin, kissing your cheek over and over. You don't know who they're talking about, but sharing is such an alien concept to you right now, the only thing you're able to focus on is the painful bloom of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck- Simon- Johnny, ah-"

"Again? So soon?" Simon chuckles, and then he cups your pussy, pressing the vibrating head closer, and you scream into your orgasm, black dots spreading across your vision until there's nothing left but a void of darkness.

The next thing you know, you're untied, unstrapped, with your cheek smushed against Simon's chest, Johnny rubbing your back with a washcloth. "There ye are."

"Hi."

"Hi, darling. Welcome back."

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[ethereal-night-fairy]

Ghoul...I was not prepared for the reblogs of this post...but same bestie. I want android ghost to do all of those things to me too.

ANDROID GHOST AJDBAHGEJADHJWHAH SKEHEBJWBDJA WKRBBWJF IM NEVER GOING TO THINK ABOUT ANYHITNG ELSE EVER AGAIN

also question: is there like a cum storage in his body that would have to be manually refilled?? if so imaging fucking him until it’s literally empty

It does have to be manually refilled. Trying to find a way to put a come making system in Ghost's body was a bit more challenging than you thought it would be, so you opted for the refillable route. Much easier. Plus you figure he won't run out too quickly. It's not a huge amount that gets stored, but you figure it's enough.

You did not anticipate that going his entire android life without a dick or orgasm software would probably lead to some... overconsumption once he did have it. Ghost shows up like two days later and needs to be refilled. He'll tell you straight up it's because he was masturbating too. He's got a "lot of time to make up" and boy is he making up for lost time.

Also "fucking him" is a bit of a stretch, "being used to get him off" is more accurate. Because that's what he does. He moves you with mechanical strength and precision like a living doll made to take his cock. In a way you are. You designed his dick exactly to your own desires, meeting his specifications while you drooled over the mechanics and tested the synth skin under your tongue. Now you sit on your knees with your head bumping against the wall as Ghost thrusts your perfect cock into your mouth, holding your head between his hands and pulling you down until you gag.

"Giving you what you deserve lovie," He tells you, something achingly tender in the swipe of his thumb against the tears staining your cheek, "lemme shut that brain o' yours off for a while."

He pins you to the workbench, keeps you on your back and presses your knees up to your shoulders. The weight of him is enough to keep you from moving as he pushes his thick cock into your dripping cunt, the angle perfect for him to beat against your cervix with each short thrust. It's too much too fast. The ache of it punching pleasure deep in your stomach, your cunt clenching as it tries to keep him inside. Your head spins, your breath catches, Ghost hooks your legs over his shoulders and laces his fingers behind your head. He forces you to bend under his weight, makes you watch the way his cock disappears into your puffy pussy and comes out glistening with slick.

And he'll keep you there, keep hitting that mind numbing spot deep inside you until your legs are shaking and you're screaming his name. He'll fuck you through orgasm, tap his metallic forehead against yours and let your breath fog his faceplate. He'll fuck you through his own orgasm, make you realize that despite adding a routine to increase sensitivity with each consecutive orgasm, you didn't actually program in a refractory period. Ghost will fuck you until he's empty, and then he'll fuck you past that.

"Making up for lost time," He'll tell you when he finally lets you up. Making up for lost time, you think as you stretch your aching legs towards the floor and try to find your balance. You're losing time on your back and on your knees, and now you've got synthetic come sloshing around and dripping out of you.

Price can't fire you for this, can he?

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