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Hey...

DeeBee...

Gots a thot for ya....

Captain Price giving that good lovin' nice and slow, talking all sorts of sweet nasties to ya, planting soft kisses on your lips while wearing nothing but his beanie and a smile. Reader's feeling a little feisty, so takes his beanie off and puts it on instead. Price picks up his cigar, takes a deep hit, pondering the situation, then puts the cigar back in the ashtray, blows out the smoke and tells reader he's not gonna stop until he bangs that beanie right off their head.

I'll just leave this here for ya...

Perfect timing. I received a challenge from a mutual this afternoon to write a 500 word-count smut tonight. Watch me take care of two challenges with one drabble.

Here we go. NSFW below the cut.

Until the Wheels Come Off

Author: @deadbranch

Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!Reader

Summary:  You decide to take Price’s watch cap in an unguarded moment.  He’s determined to get it back by rocking your world until the wheels come off.

Word Count:  500

Warnings:  18+ MDNI, p in v sex, descriptions of male and female anatomy, rough sex, pet name sweetheart used once, mention of a sex toy, implied rank kink

A/N:  No Y/N used.  I decided against having a cigar in the bedroom.  Price wouldn’t make her bedroom smell like cigar smoke, but also including him smoking would push the word count over 500.

JOHN PRICE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST (all @deadbranch fanfic content)

UNTIL THE WHEELS COME OFF

Captain John Price always knew how to make you feel good.

You kiss his chest, your tongue tracing the scar above his heart as his cock slides in and out of you.  The feeling of being pressed beneath him never gets old.

He’ll likely flip you over in a moment but for now he’s enjoying the look on your face as he gets you reacquainted with the size and shape of him.

Price leans in and whispers.  “Feels like you haven’t been using the toy I sent you while I was away.”

You clench around him maliciously just to watch his eyes roll backward as his vigorous thrusts are met with unexpected resistance.

“I have…just not today.  I knew you’d do a more thorough job.”

“Christ…I’d forgotten how tight you are.”

“Then let me remind you.”

The doorbell rings and Price lets out a string of expletives.  He gets in a few more pumps before he withdraws and searches for a bathrobe.  “Food’s here, it would seem…”

John swears again as you stand suddenly and snatch the hat from his head.

“Got your beanie.”

Mild displeasure shifts the set of his jaw as he closes his bathrobe.  “It’s called a watch cap, sweetheart,” he says with a cocked brow and small smile.

“I’m aware.  I just like hearing the reprimanding tone in your voice.”

“Oh, you haven’t heard my reprimanding tone.”

As you wait for his return, you pull on his black watch cap and look at yourself in the floor-length mirror on the back of the door.

Your reflection jumps away as Price reenters the room, tossing his bathrobe on the chair by the door.

“Now where were we…?”  His blue eyes sparkle devilishly.

“What about the food?”  You back up against the bed, pulling the sides of the watch cap down around your ears so it’s firmly seated.

“It’ll keep.  But we’ve got the small matter of a hat to settle first.”

“What if I want to keep it, to remind me of you…while you’re gone?”

“That’s what the toy is for…”  John tilts his head as he pushes you backward onto the bed, relishing the sight of your breasts bouncing.

“But I want this…”

“How ‘bout…if I bang that cap off you, I get it back.  If you keep it on, without hands, you keep it.”

Your nodding in agreement is interrupted as he slides balls-deep into your already slick cunt in one stroke.

Captain Price has ridden you rough in the past, but nothing's prepared you for how he’s riding you now.  You lose your ability to speak as you take the pounding that’s meant to dislodge the hat on your head.

As John withdraws and motions for you to flip over on all-fours, you ask, “By the way, when can I start calling you John?”

He laughs and winks. “You could’ve been calling me that from the start.  Thought you just liked the rank…thing.  Didn’t want to ruin the magic, as it were.”

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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.

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He’s a menace and I love him

Regency!Ghost won't take your virtue before you're married, but he will eat you out.

He'll spend the long hours of the night and the short hours of the morning with his tongue lapping between your folds and his lips sealed around your clit. He'll drag his mouth over your sopping slit and dig his fingers into your soft thighs to keep you spread open for him. A slow and gentle exploration, a treat for doing this properly, for making a proper woman of you like you deserve. It's for him more than it's for you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't wiggle his tongue against your clit or push his thick finger into your tight hole, easing you to the edge of orgasm just so he can slurp at the mess you make.

He's obsessed. The noises you make, the short breaths and soft whining moans, drive his crazy. He finds his trousers soiled with come one too many times after he's worked you through orgasm after orgasm. Your legs shake under his tight grip and he refuses to leave your pretty pussy until it's puffy and aching from all his attention. You can writhe and wriggle all you like, but he'll keep holding you where he wants you, keep lapping his broad tongue over your slit and spelling his name on your clit. Oversensitive? You can take it lovie, just let him have this yeah? Let your man enjoy you, he's being so good not taking what he really wants, you can deal with an orgasm... or ten

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Sin Summer(Ghost + Soap)

Rating: E Tags: f!reader, Ghost x f!reader, Soap x f!reader, Ghost x Soap x f!reader, fingering, piv sex, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, D/s dynamics, mmf threesome, unprotected sex(sort of), choking Summary: Ghost and Soap take it upon themselves to interview you for the position of Barrack Bunny. Highly sought after, you're sure.

Part 3

The men are discussing something quietly as you take a seat on the bed. You kick your feet waiting for them to refocus their attention. Ghost’s eyes dart to you, he smiles, his eyes crinkling while John talks. You return the smile, enjoying the view. There’s only one reason to bring another man into the room, one you hadn’t exactly pegged Ghost for. Then again you don’t know much about the guy. Still, you’re not opposed. John is a good looking guy, Ghost is more your type, but you have slept with both of them, so you suppose you shouldn’t be too harsh on poor Johnny boy.

Johnny --you try not to laugh at Ghost’s clear familiarity with him-- crosses his arms over his chest. His biceps flex deliciously, reminding you how nice it was to sink your teeth into them. Ghost settles a hand on the back of Johnny’s neck and pushes him forward, catching his ankle with his foot to make the Scot stumble as he tries to catch himself from falling. He hops towards the bed and you laugh, holding your leg up to catch him with a foot pressed to his sternum.

“Clean ‘er up,” Ghost grunts, stalking after him. You tip your head to give Johnny a sly smile, directing him to his knees as Ghost tells you. “We’re out of condoms, so we gotta get creative.”

“Got one in my wallet,” Johnny breathes, his hands settling on your knees to spread your legs. His eyes fix on your pussy, and you reach to pet a hand through his mohawk. He’s a sweetheart when he knows his place.

Ghost tips your head back to meet his eye with a firm finger under your chin. He raises a brow. “I’ve got the implant,” You tell him, ignoring Johnny despite the way you pull him close. Ghost hums.

“He’s still gotta use the condom,” He decides.

“Want me all to yourself, eh?” You tease and Ghost pushes you back onto the bed. 

“Somethin’ like that,” He grumbles, but you can see red creeping over his cheeks. He’s cute, expressive without the mask. All the scars you could feel under your tongue last night are on clear display now, only adding to his roguish charm.

Johnny’s tongue rolls over your slit and you jerk your hips. He shifts his grip, runs his hands up your thighs and around to grip your ass, pulling your cunt against his mouth as he sucks on your clit. Ghost ruffles his hair, settling a knee on the bed and divesting himself of his towel. He holds his cock in his hand giving its soft length a few lazy strokes.

You stretch against the bed, pulling his tee up to show off your tits. Johnny turns his head to nip at the inside of your thigh, grabbing your attention back as Ghost watches. You tug at Johnny’s hair, feel him groan, watch his brows knit together as he sucks at the soft skin of your thigh. He pulls back with a wet pop, rolls his tongue over the bruised skin, and drags his tongue the rest of the way back to your cunt.

“Pretty girl,” He coos at your pussy, “did you miss me?” Giggles bubble out of you, stifled by the wet swipe of Johnny’s tongue. You squeeze one of your breasts with your free hand, bite your lip at the sucking kisses pressed along your slit. Broad licking strokes turn into targeted swirls of Johnny’s tongue around your clit. Tracing his name you think, the curl of his tongue, the wanton groan. His mouth is like a furnace laying its heat over you, winding you up without pushing you over the edge. He presses the wet muscle into your hole, pushing close to wiggle it against your clenching walls. 

You glance at Ghost, his cock flush and pretty, standing at attention. He drags scarred knuckles up and down its length, squeezing the head so precum dribbles down his fingers. There’s a soft pink tinge trailing down his chest, barely hidden by the blond swirls of hair that cover him. Ghost tips his head to watch you, you roll your nipple between your fingers, pinching hard as Johnny presses a finger in alongside his tongue.

He licks around his finger, curling the digit to press up against the soft spongy spot near your entrance. Tight heat thrums through you, making you whine. Johnny hums, moving to suck at your clit, parting his lips to slurp at the slick that his pumping finger pulls from you. “Clean up” he’s not doing anything but making a mess of you. Especially when he adds a second finger, that stretch is just perfect for make you squirm back against him. He drags his lips against your pussy, scratching the delicate skin with his scruffy beard, and fucks his fingers into you hard and fast. 

You whine, tug at his hair, squeeze your breast just to have something to hold onto as your hips jump to meet his attention. Johnny pulls back to murmur to you, soft encouragement that hardly reaches your ears. His thumb rubs against your clit, his fingers working your cunt, jabbing pleasure with pinpoint precision until all the tightness and heat that had been building in the pit of your stomach burst.

You screw your eyes shut against the rolling pleasure and tip your head back with a moan. The bed dips behind you and Ghost pats your cheek. You open your eyes to his hard cock poised over your face. You don’t bother looking past it to the man behind the cock, just open your mouth and hold out your tongue for him. The pleased rumble it sends through him is enough warning before he’s feeding you his cock. Your eyes flutter and lid, vaguely you feel Johnny pull his fingers from you, hear the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. 

Ghost gives a shallow thrust into your mouth, testing. You swirl your tongue around the head of his thick cock as he pulls back, sucking to encourage him to go deeper. Ghost seems content to work himself against your tongue, enjoying the way you trace it along his length and hollow your cheeks. Johnny presses his cock against your pussy, slicking himself in your juices. You moan at the feeling, and wiggle your hips to try and entice him. The head of his cock catches against your hole, and he presses into you ever so slightly, just until the tip is in. Stretching you so nicely but still leaving you empty. You whine around Ghost’s cock, the sound quickly melting into choked moans as Johnny grips his cock and wiggles it inside you, stretching your pussy further.

Ghost lets you adjust to the feeling, lets you squirm while Johnny toys with you. He pulls back, rubs the tip of his dick over your lips as you whimper. His cock slips against your lips as he leans forward, and you tip your head further back to try and drag your tongue over his balls. He deserves all the love you can give after last night. You earn a low pleased noise for your trouble, then you hear him talking.

Ghost’s voice is a low rumble, dark and dangerous like you haven’t heard him before. Even when he was dirty talking you, when he had you in every position, he never sounded dangerous. You suppose you don’t know a lot about him, but you didn’t get the sense that he was a violent lover. Now you hear him talking to Johnny and realize that might just be a kindness he extends to you only.

“Fuck ‘er properly or I’ll send ya back half-arsed,” He growls. You feel Johnny’s cock twitch, before he sinks into your cunt, filling you properly. He doesn’t stretch you as wide as Ghost did, but it still makes your back arch, heat ripping through you at suddenly being filled. He hits you deep, and you clench around him as he draws back to finally thrust into your cunt properly.

You lap your tongue against the delicate skin holding Ghost’s balls, feeling the coarse hair drag with each lick. The position isn’t the best for this, but you don’t mind. Johnny thrusts into you hard and you squeak, your eyes squeezing as you do your best to suck one of Ghost’s balls into your mouth. He tastes like hotel soap, you wonder why he didn’t have you do this last night. He was so focused on your pleasure, you’re not complaining, but it’s not usually the day after that you get a chance to blow the guy that blew your back out.

Ghost settles a hand on your chest, squeezing one of your breasts and pinching the nipple between his fingers. Mirroring what you’d done. The feeling of his rough hands squeezing and molding your skin to fit his grip, the electric pinch to your nipple, makes your skin prickle with warmth. You push your chest into his grip, clench around Johnny’s cock, anything to try and get them to move, to give you more. You’re caught on the edge of motion, teased with hard cocks and calloused hands.

You wiggle a little, shift to see what Ghost’s doing, and catch him holding the front of Johnny’s shirt, speaking in low, low, tones against his ear. Johnny’s face is red, his eyes screwed shut as he hangs his head. Ghost catches your eye and smiles, raising his voice, before releasing Johnny back to his work, “Only job is to stretch ‘er out for me sergeant, try ta keep ‘er from comin’ while you do that.” 

Johnny shakes his head, his ears red as he seems to come back to himself. “Rog,” He grins at you, “Sorry doll, got my orders.”

You open your mouth to tell him that hardly seems fair, but Ghost is quick to silence you with his cock down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion and Ghost settles his hand on your throat.

“Had ta ask me ta dae that,” Johnny grumbles, and Ghost pulls back enough to let you spit. He drags the slobber over your lips with his cockhead, pushing back in when you open them. You swirl your tongue around the head again, tasting the salt of his pre-cum before he eases it deeper. You’re able to keep from gagging this time, letting him push down your throat with little resistance.

“Bigger an’ meaner than you Johnny,” Ghost rumbles, and you can’t help the smile that threatens to creep across your lips. His dick reaches far enough past your gag reflex that you don’t need to do more than swallow around him to chase the tickle out of your throat. Ghost groans, and settles a hand on your throat, squeezing himself through your skin. Your lashes flutter. The size of him… God. 

Johnny snaps his hips and you moan, you can feel it vibrate around Ghost’s cock, feel the man press his hand a little more firmly against your throat. Your hands reach for Johnny, he fucks you hard, winds you up with devestating jabs at something aching deep inside you, then stills. Your fingers brush the thick hair on his thigh and his hands catch your wrists, pinning them by your sides, holding you down as he fucks you. Your poor sensitive cunt clenches at the dull battering ache of his cock. He hits you deep and full, stroking heat into you with each drag of his thick cock against your gummy walls.

Your hips jump and squirm, trying to escape the absolute precision jobs of his cock. Johnny may not be as big as Ghost is, but he knows how to use every inch. Your eyes roll back, as he pushes moans and whines out of you. Ghost thrusts into your throat, stifling every sound with his girthy length until the only sound you make is the sloppy sucking slurp of your tongue laving over his cock. 

“Tha’s it sweet’art, takin’ it so well.” Ghost tells you, his voice rumbling through you. The man may as well have swallowed gravel for breakfast. His voice is wrecked just from the sight of you, from the curl of your tongue as he thrusts into your mouth. “Get ‘er close Johnny, play with that pretty little clit,” He orders.

You make a noise of protest and feel the pressure on one of your wrists release. Johnny’s thumb rubs over your clit, his thrusts slowing but losing none of their precision. Actually he pulls out a little, rubbing circles over your clit, sending electricity thrumming up your spine as his cockhead pushes against your g-spot. He works you up at the same time Ghost pushes down your throat and holds you there.

“Just like a toy, eh LT?” Johnny grins. You reach your free hand to push at Ghost’s hip with a whine. He angles his hips, pushing deeper down your throat. You try to take a breath through your nose and gag.

“Got this sweet’art,” Ghost assures, “just a li’le more.” Black is starting the edge your vision, your eyes rolling back at the constant drive of pleasure, the electric prickle over your skin, the tightness in your stomach that seems to creep up and up without release. Johnny swears as you clench hard around him, your chest burning from the lack of air and all your muscles tightening.

The attention to your clit leaves, and Johnny’s pace picks up. His hips slamming against you as Ghost pulls out to watch you sputter and gulp at the air. Thick strands of saliva connect your panting lips to his fat cock. You don’t get a moment to admire the sight of the glistening shine you’d given him, too busy with your back arching as Johnny grabs your hips and buries his cock deep inside you.

Even with the condom you can feel him twitching. His shoulders moving with his breathing as he comes. He gives another short thrust, and another, filling the condom with his spend before pulling out. 

“Fuck,” He groans. Fuck indeed. You whine, turn your head to nuzzle against Ghost’s thick thigh, you haven’t come. This is beginning to feel like a pattern. 

Ghost doesn’t seem to care, his hands hooking under your arms to haul you up against his chest. He positions you on your knees, and slots his spit slick cock between your legs. He rubs the hot, bare, skin against your dripping cunt, driving you mad with each bump of his cockhead against your clit. You lean back against his broad chest, let him wrap his arm around you, part your folds with two thick fingers. Your head drops back against his shoulder feeling his cock prod at your entrance. Thick and delicious even after Johnny had opened you up.

Your lips part as he presses into you, your breath catching in your throat at the stretch as his blunt head breaks you open. He makes you make room for him, the slight burn of the head popping into your cunt sends a shiver through you. You clench around him, and he presses his lips against the shell of your ear. Ghost’s hips rock, easing his cock in inch by devastating inch. When his hips finally meet yours you feel full. Full in a way Johnny couldn’t make you, every inch of you parted and stretched around this giant of a man. He grinds against you and you see stars, you can feel him in your stomach, God you can feel him in your stomach.

You lift up enough to give a solid bounce, though you’re sure you only get halfway up his cock. The motion makes you moan. His cock nestles right against your cervix, the warm ache of it as you move your hips makes your breath catch. You can’t seem to find a wrong angle to fuck yourself back onto him. Which must be the point.

Ghost doesn’t do anything to help, doesn’t do anything to aid the movement of your gentle bounces. It’s actually starting to drive you a little insane. You’re putting in all the work while he stays still as a statue behind you. You reach behind yourself to scratch your nails over his hips, tip your head off his shoulder to try and glance between your legs, see if you can catch a glimpse of his cock pressing against your stomach. 

Instead you see Johnny watching, absolutely transfixed, on the way you bounce on Ghost’s cock. He’s hard again, or still, you’re not sure which, but his cock is hard and he’s got one hand pressed against its length. He’s started to crawl onto the bed after you, one knee bent to hold himself up and the other just starting to creep onto the mattress. Ghost pulls your head back against his shoulder with a firm hand around your neck. 

“Why don’ you clean ‘er up again Sergeant,” He asks, his breath hot where he presses his lips against your temple, “and you, love-” the gears in your brain work overtime to process he’s talking to you, “-you just try to stay still for me. Let me use this pussy like I’m meant ta.” You nod quickly, your chin bumping against his thick fingers. It earns you a low chuckle and a, “Good girl” that makes you clench desperately around his cock.

Johnny crawls forward and bends down to lap at your clit. The feeling makes your hips jerk, too electric, familiar but unfamiliar to your current predicament. You can’t say you’ve ever had a guy eat you out while you were being fucked. You breath comes out shakily, and you try to hold your hips still for Ghost. Easier said than done when the man behind you pulls his hips back and fucks into you hard enough you’re sure the smack of your ass could be heard by the next three rooms. It also forces your hips forward, dragging your clit against Johnny’s tongue. 

Your eyes flutter closed as your back arches. Fuck. Fuck. They may as well be hitting you from both sides. Johnny works his tongue over your clit, while Ghost’s fat cock drags against your walls, pushing against the same sensitive nerves from the back. You’re starting to sweat from the heat of it, your skin prickling as pleasure shivers through you. Johnny pushes forward, drags his tongue around your entrance, around Ghost’s cock as it fucks into you, licking the slick from you as quickly as it coats his lieutenant’s cock.

Warm broad strokes of tongue, hard thrusts from dick that hits every spot you could ever dream of. You’re forced to hold your hips still for no reason other than: you’re not sure whether to rock back into Ghost’s thrusts or try to grind on Johnny’s tongue. Ghost groans into your ear, Johnny groans against your cunt, the sound mixes with your own tight whines and whimpering moans. Someone bangs on the wall, but you can’t help caring. 

Everything is hot and tight in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm building again from where it had been abandoned by Johnny, stoked by the stroke of Ghost’s cock. It’s too much. Tightening and tightening with none of the usual leg shaking release. You try to force it out, but you can barely breathe through the heavy jabs of Ghost’s cock against your cervix. All you can think about is his dick absolutely ruining you.

Ghost grunts, angles his hips and tells you, “Go on and come on my cock love, come on Johnny’s face.”

It’s all the push you need. Ghost hits something deep and delicious and something snaps. The tightness releases with a gush as all your muscles seem to dissolve into shudders and you squirt on Johnny’s face. He drinks you down greedily, his beard dripping as he ruts his cock against the bedspread. Johnny groans, swears, as he slurps at your clit, and you feel the warmth of his come hit your knee.

Ghost turns your face towards him with the insistence of a man possessed and kisses you. His tongue invading your mouth with the same desperation he fucks into you. Your head spins, your hips squirming with sensitivity as he licks over your tongue and teeth. He pulls back to lick a broad stripe over your parted lips. Your cheeks are pinched, your mouth opened further, and Ghost spits onto your tongue.

“Keepin’ you,” He informs you, holding eye contact as he presses his hips tight against your ass and fills you. There’s no room, you clench around his twitching cock and feel warmth flood your already stuffed cunt. Ghost pulls back, rutting in shallow thrusts as your pussy milks him for all he’s got. His come drips out of you, pulled by the motion, and onto the bed. You can’t do anything but let him use you until he’s finished.

His eyes are like caramel. So sticky you can’t look away. You’ve never been fucked like that, he certainly didn’t fuck you like that last night. You wonder what’s changed.

Ghost pulls out with a sigh. You assume he’s going to let you go, and he does, but only to push you into Johnny’s waiting arms.

You feel a bit like a baby deer clamoring off the bed, your legs shaking with the effort of keeping you aloft. Luckily Johnny is there to hold you up. At least until Ghost sweeps you off your feet and over his shoulder without so much as a grunt of effort. Jesus, how strong is this guy? Johnny jogs ahead to turn the shower on and you’re crowded under the hot stream of water to be cleaned up.

“That was fun,” You tell the boys when you feel like you can say something other that, ‘holy shit I think that changed my life.’ Ghost hums, his fingers much more gentle as he works to clean you up. “What now?” You ask, hoping the answer is breakfast.

“Now? Now we take you back to the barracks and keep ya entertained ‘til your visa runs out.” Ghost tells you with a smile. Johnny grins.

“Welcome to the Special Service pet.”

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I can't stop thinking about Ghost with a motorcycle. The man dwarfs just about everything, but somehow he manages to find a nice either 600cc or 1000cc that fits him and he's set. He takes it everywhere, stares down cops and revs for the pretty things that wave at him from cars. All his gear is black, his helmet is tinted and he looks like a modern interpretation of death, but he also breaks to let turtles cross the road and doesn't let anyone on his bike without a helmet.

Backpacking for him is such a treat because he'll reach back and rub his hand along your leg at stoplights, tell you to "be good" every time you start squeezing somewhere you shouldn't. The man is a little bit of a stretch to get your legs around, but leaning against his back and watching the world whizz by is amazing. He always checks all your gear is on properly before starting the engine too, adjusting the strap on your helmet and bumping his black one against your more colorful one, helping you onto the bike even when you don't need it, and giving a little jolt forward to make you cling to him. The man knows what he's doing, and he's not going to risk precious cargo like you, but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy having you cuddled close and hugging him the whole ride.

He follows your directions every time you pat his leg to signal a turn, and stands around while you run into shops or up to ice cream vendors. What's he supposed to do? Say no? Not a chance.

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This is so accurate it hurts

Ghost's just the type of dad that always has a kid hanging onto him. The sort of adult that other adults are spooked by, but kids just walk right up to. He never crouches down to their level just stares down at them until they inevitably ask "why're you so big" and he grunts out a "ate all my vegetables" which always makes the kid stick their tongue out and grimace. Then they'll stand next to him and info dump about whatever they're doing while Ghost watches his own kid fall off the monkey bars.

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Hear me out: explicit instructions with Ghost. The man already wants to follow orders, he's hard wired and trained for it, why not bring that into the bedroom?

Playing with yourself, just feeling over your pussy with your fingers, bored and toying with/teasing yourself over your panties, you realize you sort of wanna eat someone out. There's just something so fun about it, the feel of soft skin under your tongue, the taste and warmth. Blow job's are plenty entertaining but sometimes... well it's not like you're going to twist yourself into a pretzel and you're starting to squirm so you grab Ghost. Poor thing, takes one look at the way your panties are sticking to you and climbs onto the bed between your legs, all too interested in getting his mouth on you. But why should he get to have all the fun?

You let him drag your panties down with the agreement you'll tell him exactly what to do, and he'll do his best to respond. So you do just that, telling him exactly what you'd want to do to yourself. His broad tongue licking up your slit, spreading your folds to taste you. You pull his head back and he gives a low description of your taste, heady and a little bitter, you press him for more and he sighs like you're asking him to move a mountain. Then it's, "taste like I wanna bury my tongue in you, how long are we gonna play this?"

You make him lick around your cunt for that. Dragging his tongue over the prickles of hair on either side of your slit, lapping at and sucking on skin that rarely gets attention. He bites the bend of your hip where your thigh connects, all tendon and muscle, and it makes you jump. You buck against his mouth and give a little breathless giggle as he kisses the area apologetically.

You tell him to kiss your clit, tell him to circle his tongue around your entrance, only letting him press in when you start to squirm. Then you tell him to hold your hips down (something he does all too eagerly) and give the same attention to your throbbing clit. Tight little circles, wiggling his tongue against the aching nub, sucking until you tell him to pop off. Ghost slumps at your cunt with a growing desperation each time you pull him off for his description.

How does it feel? Am I warm? Can you feel me clench on your tongue? Is it soft, do I smell good, are you having fun, are you getting tired, do you want me to come? He seems to be losing patience, but not the way you'd expected. Pussy drunk, that's how you'd describe him. Absolutely pussy drunk. His eyes a glossy, his lips red and his breath panting, your slick covers his mouth, drips down his chin. He groans when you press him against your sex, animal and deep in his chest. One of his hands leaves you to fish his cock out of his trousers, the slick sound of his fist dragging the fountain of pre-come he's drooling out down his length is drowned out by the sloppy sounds of him eating you out exactly how you asked him to.

A little more to the left, now up, right there. Fingers? You plead, his other hand leaving you hips to stuff two thick fingers into your cunt. You tighten around them, eyes fluttering at the burn of stretch. It's gone in moments, replaced by the wonderful drag of being opened up. His fingers curl totally stroke your sweet spot, and Ghost pulls off your clit without the needed pull.

"Wrappin' around my fingers like velvet sweet'art," he mumbles, "so tight for me, I know you like it here-" his fingers push against your gummy walls, "-little spongy spot the gets you squirtin' on me." He jabs his fingers against it, thrusting his hand fast and hard, you can hear the wet smacking of his heel against your skin, can feel the built up pressure pushing and pushing and pushing against your stomach. You tighten up around his fingers and he groans, kisses your thigh. It feels like if you take any more you might break, but it's electric, it's like poking a bruise, you don't want to stop even when it hurts.

Then it snaps. A trickle may as well be a stream the way you come on Ghost's fingers, soak his arm in your orgasm while he shudders through his own.

It's not a perfect substitute, but it'll do in a pinch, and the way Ghost drags his tongue over your cunt, soft and worshipful, makes you think you could do this any time you wanted. What a good boy cleaning you up afterwards. You should reward him, maybe by letting him eat you out some more.

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PS! Gaz who gets jealous when another star makes his favorite girl cum so hard her whole body shakes. Like it grates on him that someone else can take her to the heights he can, can't openly call himself "her best" when he knows there's a rival on the horizon.

So he makes a study out of it, the meticulous bastard. Talks to his girl more, tests things out during filming, and is infuriatingly smug when he ends up making her squirt with just his tongue

- 🦴 anon, if it hasn't been taken already

kyle got to know your body very well ever since he started filming with you. knows all the right buttons to press, which ones not to press... so when another actor makes you come on his cock? he refuses to believe it's jealousy that ignites in his chest. it isn't envy that makes his blood feel like molten iron in his veins. no, it's something else, surely. if anything, he should be glad you got to come, right? such a shame to leave you high and dry. he just wishes he was the only one he could do that...

and still, he's pulling out all the stops. trying every trick in the book to do better. he wants to occupy your every thought, to be the only one you crave in the night when that ache between your thighs seems unbearable. it has to be him. in some effort to rewire your brain, the next time he films with you it's overwhelmingly intense. his head stays buried between your thighs for what feels like an eternity while his fingers abuse your poor cunt nearly raw.

it got to the point your fuzzy ears could vaguely make out the director attempting to get kyle to move on, to properly fuck you already before the film was used up of just him eating you out, yet even then he refuses to stop. there was something different about your moans and the way your hips wiggled, as if trying to get away from him. his fingers curled inside of you, hitting a spot that had pressure building inside of you. but it wasn't the pressure of an orgasm. it felt different... odd.

kyle moves back just in time for that pressure to build and burst in a wet sheen all over his fingers and forearm. he's enamored by your body, how you just ruined the sheets underneath you because of what he did, making you squirt, and judging by the slack-jawed expression on your face, that was the first time you had ever done it. everyone on set has to hold back their whispers as the director repositions cameras in order to get a better angle of the fiasco, and kyle grins. it's wide and pearly and fucking beautiful, and yet you can't find the time to fully process it before he's pushing his cock into your slick cunt all too easily.

"makin' a mess, aren't ya, doll? all over my goddamn fingers? good girl. why don't you make a mess all over this cock next, yeah?"

anyway ily 🦴 anon thanks for the ps!gaz food <3

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Wouldn’t have them any other way.

John Price believes in "thigh thighs save lives" because he can't wait to get back home to his soft wife after a long mission.

John "Soap" MacTavish believes in "thick thighs end lives" because he's waiting for the day his soft wife suffocates him either by accident or because he lowkey has a death wish.

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Feral for these two🫠🫠🫠

I’ve had this wonderful, terrible little brain worm about Cowboy!Price who is just awful about chasing Duck around the farmhouse whenever she’s home. Large, calloused hands catching her hip whenever she walks past. A swat on the ass at any small opportunity. Just… Price loving his wife.

I think you mean wonderful worm, because it's absolutely correct. They're both terrible with each other, absolutely cannot keep their hands to themselves. Couple of horny teenagers stuck in the honeymoon phase.

You're humming along to the radio, finishing up some dishes, when Price's hands grab your hips. His calloused palms drag over your shirt, pulling you back against him. He slots his hips against yours, moving with you to the music. You tilt your head so he can kiss your neck, enjoying the way he curls around you, the way his hands move to cup the softness of your stomach, dip to squeeze your thighs before dragging their way around to squeeze your ass. You swat at his arm with a laugh, and turn to meet his smile.

"A man can't appreciate his wife?" He asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You shake your head, and raise a wet hand to scratch his beard in retaliation. He tugs you in for a kiss, and the smacking noise he makes when he pulls away makes you swat him again.

"We have a full house," You remind him. Price hums, pulling away, but not without giving you a swift swat to your ass.

"you think I can't be discreet?"

"I didn't say that," You turn back to your work, "but you've never been before." Which isn't necessarily true, he was plenty discreet the one time your jobs overlapped. At home though, well, your kid has gagged over your husband kissing you more times than you can count.

"We'll see," Price mumbles, in that lovely tone that tells you you're in for a treat.

-

It starts with Price whistling at you. The sound piercing through the house, loud enough to startle you awake before he's grabbing you and pulling you close. You'd barely gotten downstairs, still in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, and now you were crowded against the couch with your husband murmuring in your ear. His jeans rub against your thighs, and his beard scratches your tired skin, lighting up every point of contact before his hands slide up under your shirt.

You yelp and he clamps a hand over your mouth, mumbles something about being discreet as he tugs on your nipple with calloused fingers. You press back into him and try to stifle your moans with little luck.

You're only too glad none of your guests make their way out of their rooms to investigate the noise. Especially with the way you end up on your knees, lashes fluttering as John pushes his fat cock down your throat and holds it there. You count the seconds without air, letting the static fuzz of background radiation crowd your ears, blood rushing to your brain to convince you against choking. He lets you go when your vision starts tunneling, and gives you a short breath before repeating the process.

"Tha's it love," He coos down at you, "every inch."

He licks the drool off your chin after he finishes down your throat, and goes out to tend to the farm.

-

Then it's the spanking. Every time you move past him it's another swat to your behind. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, always appreciative when they leave you. It's constant. He passes you in the kitchen, spank. You get up to grab something, spank. You're walking through the grocery store, spank. Picking you up from work, grabbing you in the barn, in the morning, before bed, coming out of the shower, the pantry, the kitchen, the shed, anywhere and everywhere, spank, spank, spank.

Even- No, especially, when there are people around. Like he's making a show of it. You shoot him a look and he just raises his brows, spanks you again.

He bends you over the counter while you're getting out vegetables for dinner and spanks you until you're whining, the feeling muffled by your clothes and just at the edge of painful. The worst sort of teasing.

"Never been discreet my arse," He grumbles, smoothing his hand over the swell of your ass, "should pull these down right here, but we got a full house apparently."

-

"I dunno," Goose tells Gaz in the barn, "Daddy's playin' some game, best to just leave it alone."

"Makin' it hard to walk around the house," Soap chimes in, scratching a barn cat, "Worse than walkin' in on my mum an' da." Gaz shivers.

"You don't have'ta deal with it, you're shacked up with Ghost," Gaz retorts.

"Don't have'ta-" Goose gasps in affront, "I grew up with them thank you! But no, I'm not comin' back 'til 'e's done."

"When's that gonna be?" Gaz grimaces. Goose shrugs.

"Whenever he's done I guess."

-

You wonder if you're losing it, or if he is, it takes until Price is pushing your face against the come starting to cool on the couch that you realize what's going on. The soft "clean it up baby, wouldn't want anyone thinkin' I'm not discreet," is what really makes it click into place. (you do lick up the mess, but in for a penny...)

When he finally lets you up you catch him by the belt loop and pull him back in before he can scurry off to do whatever he was putting off by fucking you.

"I was wrong," You admit. That catches his attention, makes him tip your head back with a firm finger under your chin.

"About what sweetheart?"

"You've always been careful when we have company," you sigh.

"Oh," The patronizing tone in Price's voice makes you shiver, "if you knew everythin' I wanna do to you all the time, you wouldn't 'ave doubted that."

"So you'll stop?"

"I didn't say that," He lets you go, and plucks his hat off the coffee table, "think you could still use a few lessons in how good my manners are. Don't you?"

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OK I know we all love the trope of Ghost never thinking he'd have a family so he never hoped for one, but what about a Ghost that did? What about Ghost who always knew he wanted kids, planned how much better he'd treat them than his own father, imagined names and baby rooms and a partner bouncing his baby on their hip. A Simon Riley that's always known he wanted a family because he never had one, and seeing Tommy with Beth and Joseph just drove that home even hard(especially when he lost them).

Ghost who is thinking about marriage even though he hardly has time for it while on leave. Who meets you and can't imagine anyone he'd rather spend his life with. Who asks if you want kids on the third date and absolutely preens under your smile when you say you do. Gimme Ghost family planning and working out his life off base, completely different from the man that goes to war and absolutely determined to do it all right.

I love Ghost breaking the cycle of abuse, I want that to be his explicit plan. He's going to treat you so well, and he's going to get everything he ever wanted.

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pornstar!gaz being the utter professional by using protection with whoever else he's gotta shoot with but refuses to have anything in between y'all.

also does not stop after coming once. you're delusional if you thought he'd ever get enough of that sweet cunt. even if you feel far too sensitive to continue, he just coos in your ear about how well you're doing, how he's almost done. "you can take a little more, can't ya?" coreeeeeee.

carnally need him.

RAAHHH PS!GAZ

NO because before you even first started filming with him, you sort of stalked through the videos he had been in, just to get a feel for who was about to rail you. every single video he's wearing condoms, which you found a bit odd. everyone gets tested pretty regularly before they shoot, so there isn't a real fear of catching anything, and every female star is on about twenty different forms of birth control. perhaps it's just an odd quirk of his.

so you're not surprised when the two of you start filming and he rolls one on. you don't care either way, you get paid the same, condom or not and it feels just like normal to you. it's not long before he's got your back arched and the side of your face into the mattress, and he's just as good as every actress he's ever filmed with would have you believe. all you can do is grip the sheets and nearly sob as he ruts into you from behind, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room, though you know those four walls are no stranger to that noise.

it all stops so suddenly as he pulls his cock out of you, and your head is left spinning like a top on your neck, but you're finally able to breathe. you stay there for a moment until your brain registers kyle's probably trying to change positions, but the moment your chest tries to lift off the bed, his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you back against the sheets. it isn't until your head rests back on the mattress that you realize the condom is there right next to you, still wet with your slick.

kyle sinks back into you with a hiss as his forehead presses against your shoulder, and it's not long before his pace continues just as fervent as it was before.

"sorry, doll," he whispers to you, voice low and breathy. "can't help myself. you understand, yeah?"

between his words, the pure stimulation, and the shock of it all, it doesn't take you long to come, yet his pace is still as unrelenting as it had been. each thrust winds you up tighter and tighter even though you had snapped long ago, and all you can do is drool and whine like a bitch in heat. the over stimulation is to the point where you're piratically sighing in relief when he's done. his cock pulses and throbs as his cum fills you, no longer blocked by that silly condom, and your body starts to go slack.

but kyle is very far from done.

his hips begin to snap against yours again, and you nearly squeal at the sensation. how the fuck is he still hard after all of that? he chuckles, and it's half strained from his own pleasure and exhaustion.

"one more, s'all i want. you can take that, yeah? been doin' so well for me so far, i know you can. bein' so good, such a good girl."

you almost regret telling him how you had a praise kink, but your brain is too gooey to feel anything but pleasure with the way his words caress your ear and his cock destroys you. when he comes again, his body finally seems to be just as spent as yours, and kyle collapses next to you on the bed where he pulls you against him. you're both sweaty and disgusting, and that fucking condom is still next to you, crumpled and limp, but god it feels nice to be embraced by him. to have his hand run a line down your spine as you listen to his pounding heartbeat dwindle into something softer.

you've been doomed ever since.

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I used to date an older guy (like mid 40s) a few years back and I always got stupidly turned on when he fixed stuff around his house?? Like, he just knew hot to do it and did it. No googling, just him and his tools. Feel like it would fit somewhere in your older bf Simon stuff.

god love a fully capable “fuck it i’ll do it” type of man 🫶🏼

you know that your older bf!simon doesn’t believe in hiring tradespeople for a service.

“why would i pay someone to fuck about in my home?”

“they’re not fucking about, si! they’d be fixing the sink”

“i’ll do it”

you have no doubt that simon was more than capable of fixing things around the house but you also wanted him relaxing when he was home.

turns out he couldn’t relax at the thought of another man doing something for you.

so you let him do it, you threw your hands up and waved your white tea towel in defeat as you heard him banging around in the garage for tools.

hearing the faint sounds of grunting and the occasional swear word coming from the bathroom, you thought it might pay to go and see how he was getting on.

fucking hell.

simon was on his back, arms stretched up above him as his hands dwarfed the pipe they were wrapped around. t-shirt riding up, lines of his stomach leading right to his belt, knees bent and boots firmly planted on the floor, you could honestly just-

“oi, you gonna’ stare or help me?”

now how the fuck?

“your heads in the cupboard, how did you know-“

“i always know where you are, pass me the wrench”

crouching down beside him, you handed it over and stayed down there to watch him work. scarred knuckles wrapped around the handle of the tool, other palm flat against the base of the sink so you could see the veins.

he was something else entirely.

“how d’you know how to do all this?”

“taught m’self, come hold this”

you reached over to replace where his palm was so he could have both hands back. “but why? surely other people don’t learn all this?”

“other people don’t care about their sweet’art not having to lift a finger- move your finger for me”

the more you stretched to hold the sink, the more you felt yourself losing traction with it. naturally, simon noticed before you did.

“y’need to get closer, cm’ere”

tools landing to the side of him, two large hands plucked you up till you were dropped in his lap. precarious situation but you couldn’t deny the sink was a lot easier to reach.

you stayed like that, letting simon work in peace as you enjoyed your view. honestly, he could invite you to the end of the world and you’d just be happy to hold his hand.

one hand splayed out on his chest, the other holding the sink, you suddenly felt a tickle forming at the end of your nose. before you knew it, you were pulling your hand back to scratch it- the one holding the sink.

you panicked, realising it could very well land on simon’s head. but it didn’t, it stayed completely still. face screwing up, you leant in again to give the sink a nudge only to find out it was totally fixed.

“what the hell, si? why’d you have me doing all that?”

you saw the smirk on his face as he flashed a look over at you. suddenly, you realised you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

the hand that didn’t have the wrench came out to give you a pat on the side of your hip.

“c’mon sweet’art, i can’t get anything outta’ this?”

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here’s a bisexual leather daddy price x fat girl craigslist bootblacking thing that somehow wound up being over 10k words long. this is @pfhwrittes’s fault, so go yell at them if you don’t like this (just kidding, i’ll actually reach through your screen ring style and kill you dead if you’re mean to p and i’m not fucking joking)

cw: bootblacking, leather kink, unnegotiated kink, brief daddy kink mentions, mouth inspection, power imbalance, dirty talk, alcohol, use of names: [daddy, pet, sweetheart, love, cocksucker ], boot camp, pubic hair, refrences to verbal abuse, sniffing, throatfucking, d/s dynamics, cock worship, ass worship, ass biting, fingerfucking, oral sex, nipple piercings, nipple sucking, ball licking, pussy slapping, kidnapping.

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The anon speaking about taking both Price and Nikolai - I'm sorry but now that's all I can think of! I don't really picture how this would start but damn this would be quite the experience

The idea of being trapped between these two men's broad, hairy chests is....

I love the idea of these two men mutually sharing a sweet, soft thing who bites off more than you can chew. You sway up to them at a bar while they're catching up and try to flirt to get at least one of the their numbers- only to find both your holes full hours later as you drool into Price's shoulder.

You're clinging to him, balanced in his lap as Nik presses in behind you littering kisses over your sweaty shoulder and murmuring in dark, pleased Russian about how pretty you are, how soft and sweet, how well you're taking both their cocks. You can't even say anything, boneless from the number of orgasms they've coaxed out of you earlier, offering only keening, drawn out mewls as they asymmetrically roll their hips up into you. Not fucking you so much as simply enjoying you, feeling how well you clamp down on their cocks and luxuriating in your rippling warmth.

"Think we gave her more than we can handle, Nik." Price rumbles, pulling back from a sloppy, licking kiss so he can put a thumb down on your tongue, listening to all the pretty sounds you give them. Nik hooks his chin over your shoulder where he's left a trail of blossoming hickeys, grinning as he takes in your glassy eyes clouded with lust.

"Evening is still young." He huffs, and his hand that's pressed to the soft flesh of your stomach drifts down towards your clit, relishing the little jump in his arms as you moan sharply at the touch. "Pretty thing. Maybe we should keep you."

You nod enthusiastically against Price's chest, fingers digging into the flesh of his spine until he groans low and deep into your ear. He gives a little buck up into the tight stretch of your cunt just as Nik presses down on your clit like that. Overstrung and overstimulated as you are you nearly go off like that, sucking in a sharp breath as your toes curl.

"More-" You manage with a little whimper, grinding down into them both and drawing groans from them in tandem.

"Going to have to work for it, love." Price pants in your ear, grinding inside you in slow circles- and you feel so full. You're drowning in the heat of them, in sweaty limbs and the musky, heavy scent of sex, of the kisses Nik presses to your nape and the smoky laden voice of Price above you.

"Show us you can handle us both."

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Pretty please may we have more about Johnny finding your photos in older bf Simon’s phone?

continuation of this

so like i said about older bf!simon who saves all the photos and videos you send him because he likes having a lot to work with. no matter how fucking filthy it might be, he saves it right to his camera roll.

no albums, no hidden folder, no passcode (all things you need to show him when he’s home) photos of your naked body or videos of you humping a pillow and crying his name- all hanging loose in the photos app next to sweet photos of you two on date night or the screenshots johnny had sent him earlier.

that’s where this all went pear shaped, johnny had screenshotted the directions and sent them to simon’s phone. simon was busy assembling his weapon when johnny asked if he could grab those pictures off him.

simon had agreed (well he’d grunted but johnny knew him well enough to translate)

johnny’s thumb was working overtime to get to the screen with the photos app on it (simon doesn’t understand categorising apps so he has like three pages of them) and when he finally finds it, it was already open in the background (simon also doesn’t shut any apps, they’re always running in the back)

in hindsight, the fact johnny went quiet for once should’ve been a warning.

there, in soap’s hot little hand, was a photo of you that looked like it had been taken from the floor. your legs looked amazonian and the pair of knickers you had on hugged the curve of your ass like they were made for you. trailing all the way up your body until he could see your hands cupping your chest.

“jesus christ, L.T- the fuck is this?”

simon casually walked over to join him, looking over his shoulder and grunting again- this time in recognition.

“nah mate, the photos you sent are up ‘ere.”

not a care in the world.

as a long finger reached over to begin swiping through the photos, johnny’s head nearly spun off his shoulders as he was treated to an effective carousel of you in compromising positions.

videos of your legs spread, photos of you in simon’s clothing, close ups, long shots- johnny shifted on his feet in hopes he could adjust himself without hands, without raising alarm.

heat rising in his cheeks, he was close to handing the phone off and telling ghost he’d be back in 15 when a video began to autoplay with a missed swipe and johnny found himself jerking the phone so he could watch it play.

you were on your knees on the bed, back arched and hand between your thighs playing with yourself. your head was rested on the bed, looking back over your shoulder to lock eyes with the camera as a heady moan drifted off your lips.

“si- don’t be gone too long, need you to come home and fill me up”

soap could see stars, they were twirling round his head like somecunt had dropped an anvil on it. his eyes were fixed to the screen in front of him, unable to look anywhere else.

he was snapped back to attention by a dark snicker that came from just on his six. he swore he could feel ghost’s chin resting on his shoulder as the man spoke behind him.

“y’like that, huh? if you ask nicely, i’m sure i could get you one too.”

simon could be generous, but not that generous- you were still his, end of story. but that didn’t mean he couldn’t share something small with his closest.

especially when it was a video of you getting filled up at both ends, just silicone now but who knows what’ll happen when they come back?

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hmm thinking about older bf!simon who hasn’t really got his head around the whole sexting thing- the man had a flip phone before he met you.

he had, however, reluctantly gone out and got an android after a harmless conversation between the two of you.

“how am i meant to send you videos while you’re away if you have a flip phone, si?”

“videos of what?”

“guess.”

he virtually only uses the thing to get texts, calls, and videos of you fucking yourself in your shared bed whilst he’s deployed. he saves every video, which is a risky manoeuvre considering you haven’t taught him how to set a passcode yet (johnny catches a not-unwelcome eyeful when he goes looking for the directions he sent simon earlier)

older bf!simon is also a fantastic listener, when you tell him you want him to send pics but not ones that make his cock look like a dead fish. you give him strict instructions:

put your phone on self-timer, sit back, thighs spread, one hand around your cock, the other behind your head, you choose if your face is in it xox

man loves an order.

so whilst he’s away, you’re in the kitchen cooking up dinner-for-one and your phone buzzes on the counter- you drop the fucking pasta strainer straight on the floor when you unlock your phone.

simon’s face wasn’t necessarily in the photo, more so his mask. he was fully dressed, tactical gear (down to the vest) still on with a rifle leaning against his thigh. he was in the exact position you’d request, gloved fingers wrapped around the base of him with his other bicep firm behind his head.

you’re so busy saving the photo and staring back at it 100,000 times that you forget to respond. honestly, you forget how to function as your mouth goes dry and your eyes are unable to look at anything else.

simon hesitates on the other end, wondering if he’d fucked up- if he hadn’t followed the brief, if he’d embarrassed himself. thankfully, he knows he only has to ask.

“that what you were after, pet?”

the trepidation in his chest is replaced with a rapidly inflating ego.

“jesus christ, that’s exactly what i needed”

swapped out with slight confusion, but the ever present willingness to learn.

“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”

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