#COD MWII

[cameronsbabydoll]

milk & honey — john price

pervy!john price x younger!pregnant!reader

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, lactation kink hinted, suggestive/soft smut buildup, dirty thoughts, price being a full-on menace, breeding/prey language

you show up ten minutes early.

little thing in a stretched-out dress that clings to your bump, a button-up cardigan barely hiding the way your tits are pressing against the fabric.

hair done. makeup light. cheap little folder tucked in your hands, pressed under your belly.

you knock.

and john price looks up from his desk and nearly groans out loud.

because you walk in glowing.

waddling a little.

smiling so big.

“hi! i’m here for the assistant position. sorry i’m a little out of breath, the stairs—”

“sit down, love,” he cuts in.

voice low, rough. already full of that accent and already wrecked.

you blink, cheeks warm.

“o-oh! okay.”

you sit. wince slightly. shift on the cushion with your knees pressed together, hands folding over your bump like muscle memory.

john watches.

watches the way you move slow, all careful.

watches the bounce of your chest — so full, nipples peeking through the fabric now that you're close.

you don’t even realize.

“how far along are you?” he asks.

doesn’t even open your file. doesn’t care.

“almost seven months.”

“you doin’ this on your own?”

you pause.

nod.

“yes, sir. just me and baby.”

he exhales. leans back in his chair, one hand dragging down his beard.

baby.

that fuckin’ word, from your soft little mouth.

he wants to say —

that belly should be mine. i’d fuck you again right now if i could. you’re perfect, made for it. full, warm, helpless little thing just waiting to be kept.

instead, he says:

“and you wanna work?”

you perk up.

“yes! just part-time. i don’t wanna strain myself, but i’m still able, and i wanna save some money before the baby comes.”

god.

you’re so fucking sweet.

he bets your apartment’s tiny. your cupboards half-full.

you probably eat cereal for dinner and watch baby videos at night. and now you’re trying to work — trying to be responsible — even though your ankles are already swollen and your belly’s in the way and you can barely bend over.

“i’ll do anything,” you add quickly. “i just need a shot.”

john looks at you.

hard.

long.

then he stands.

walks around the desk. comes to stand in front of you — tall, wide, shadowed in the doorway light.

you look up at him with big eyes.

“sir…?”

he crouches a little. one palm lands on the armrest beside you.

you freeze.

“you ever had a man take care of you proper?” he murmurs.

his hand brushes the curve of your belly — just barely.

“wh-what…?”

“not talkin’ about the father, sweetheart. i mean someone real. someone who’d put you in a warm bed and rub your back and pay for everything — make sure you never had to lift a finger.”

you swallow.

your breath hitches. thighs press tighter together.

“i-i just came for the job, sir…”

he smiles.

“mm. and i’m givin’ it to you. but you’re gonna be more than just an assistant, yeah?”

he leans in.

“you’re gonna be my girl. my pretty little secretary. sit at your desk and look sweet and full and happy for me.”

his hand smooths over your belly now — slow, deliberate.

“and i’ll take care of the rest.”

[imtherain]

AHHHH SO CUTE

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My King

Series summary: Your parents signed you up for an Alpha Omega Match company when you were eighteen. It took years for them to find your match, but you meet the giant austrian man. Will he be a good partner?

Chapter summary: You get a call from your mother regarding your match. You are nervous to meet them, but they turn out to be a pleasant surprise.

Pairing: König x Fem Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Never use this abbreviation without the slashes it is an indigenous slur) 18+ MDNI (no others for this chapter)

Word count: 4.1k (damn thats a lot for me)

Genre: Mostly Fluff a little angst here and there.

A/n: Yo Yo Yo whatup. New fic dropping. This one is black/poc coded but anyone can read. I haven't seen any poc coded cod fics just yet (if you know any send them my way). If you do not like Omegaverse fics please do not read. Also I tried making a cute little mood board, i think it sucks but I tried my best. Konig art credit. (I couldn't find the art credit for the girl). König and reader are neurospicy. I got inspired to do an Apex Alpha König from @ghostlythunderbird go give them some love please. Also this is kinda what I imagine him looking like.

Next Chapter

Chapter One:

His back ached as he climbed the few steps to his door. The passage back to his home was uncomfortable. All König wanted to do with collapse on his bed. The duplex he resided in was decent, the little old woman who rented it to him was very sweet. König had a hard time getting anyone to rent to him. His status as an Apex alpha was concerning for most people. They believed him to be violent and inconsiderate. His landlord is an omega that lives with her alpha mate. König managed to convince her. She thought he was sweet and kind. He opened the foyer door that lead to both apartments. He glanced at the mailbox, wondering if he should wait until morning. Begrudgingly, he took out the small mailbox key and fiddled the metal box open. He grabbed the plethora of mail and closed the box gently. The box was filled up quite a bit as he had not been home in a couple of weeks. 

Heading up the stairs he filed through the mail. Most were junk coupons and magazines, some were credit card sign-up letters. One envelope caught his eye. It had no company name just a large white manila envelope addressed to him. He opened his door and stepped inside placing the mail and his belongings on his couch. He ripped open the envelope and took out a thin book. It had the circular logo of the AOMO, the Alpha Omega Match organization. 

König started at the cover his heartbeat sped up the longer he thought about it. He signed up for the program after a particularly hard mission he had in KorTac. He left and joined the 141 and decided he wanted an omega. A lot of the men in the 141 had partners they could come home to. König wanted that. Most people were too afraid to be in a committed relationship with him. König often settled for one-night stands with betas but it left him feeling empty. He opened the packet to the first page.

'Congratulations!' The first word read. His heart beat harder the more he read. 

'We have found you a match!' König's heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. 

'In the plastic wrap, we've provided a fresh scent sample from your potential match. If you like the scent of your match, please send us a scent sample from you as soon as possible.' 

König gripped the packet and leaned over the table, putting his weight on the table. He took a deep breath, he felt a mix of fear and excitement. When he signed up he was not hopeful for a match. He assumed his situation was too complicated for them. He flipped through the packet before reading the rest searching for the scent sample. A plastic bag fell out onto the table. It was sealed and had a verification sticker assuring its authenticity. König picked up the bag carefully. It had a square of white fabric inside it. He took his hood off before opening the bag gingerly. The scent instantly made his knees weak. This Omega had a warm and spicy scent. Coconut and sugary vanilla with hints of sandalwood. König stuffed his nose into the bag inhaling the deep rich smell of this Omega. 

König sealed the scent sample wanting to savor it. He opened the packet back up to the first page. It said once he mailed his scent sample and was approved by his match, they would arrange a meeting with him and his match. There was more information about this Omega and their family along with the reasoning for them picking them. They informed him that this omega was a twenty-six-year-old female. Her father is also an Apex Alpha, he is retired American military. They did not provide a picture of any matches because they wanted the connection to be based on instinct rather than looks. Her mother is an Omega that works as a teacher. There is not much else about the Omega but, König is hopeful. He reads the instructions to send his scent sample. They provided a kit with a form envelope, a small square of fabric, and a plastic bag, almost identical to the one he received from his match. 

'Wash your hands, and rinse any dirt off of your scent glands.'

'Then remove the fabric from the plastic.'

'Rub the fabric on your clean scent glands for 20-25 minutes.'

'Seal the fabric thoroughly in the bag provided .'

He shed his vest and protective gear, the last thing he wanted was for her to smell dust and gunpowder on him. König tried to quell his excitement as he followed the directions. Rushing to his bathroom and then back to his dining room. The fabric square was slightly smaller than his palm. He cupped the crook of his neck, sandwiching the fabric between his hand and his neck. He rubbed gently filling it with his scent. He read the rest of the packet as he rubbed. The rest was mostly semantics about the company and its policies. He combed it a few more times trying to memorize every piece of information about his Omega. 

König smiled gently, he shouldn't think of her as his yet. She smelled so good, too good for him. He smelled the cloth every once in a while to ensure his scent was potent enough. When he was done he placed it in the bag and sealed it. He filled out the form and packed the pre-paid envelope neatly. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment to go to the mail drop-off on the corner of the block. He needed to send it today, he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't. He walked back to his apartment having long forgotten about his back pain. 

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You looked at the list on your phone pushing your shopping cart. Buying the week's groceries had fallen to you this time as your mother was dealing with state testing for her students and your dad was on a hunting trip. You maneuvered the isles expertly collecting the items on your list. As well as some extra sweet snacks you like to indulge in much to our mother's chagrin. You were about to put a pack of Oreos in the cart when your mom called.

“Hello?” You answered but all you can hear was excited screeching. You held the phone away from your ear until she quieted down. 

“He accepted you!!!” She screamed. 

“What? Mom, you're too loud.” 

“The match company! The match they picked liked your scent.” She giggled. 

You were slightly stunned. Your parents signed you up for the AOMO when you were eighteen. You weren't that on board with it but you let them. You know they only want the best for you. You kept sending scent samples every year but they never got back to you about anything. Now, six years later they show up with a match for you. 

“I just got the call, they're sending a scent sample for you right now it's gonna get here in a few days.” 

“Wow...” That was all you managed to say. 

“Now I know this wasn't your ideal way to meet someone, but just please be open-minded sweetheart.” 

You sighed. “I will. I'm finishing up at the grocery and I'll head home.”

“Alright, I'm gonna be home soon too, bye sweetie.” 

You hung up the phone and stood in the aisle. You placed the pack of Oreos in the cart and moved to get the rest of the items before checking out. 

When you arrived home your mother was there waiting. She squealed and hugged you before helping you take the grocery bags inside. 

“I am so excited for you! I have heard so many good things about the AOMO. I bet whoever they picked is gonna be great.”

“Let's hope.” You say. 

The next few days went by quickly. You dove into writing your next few chapters to take your mind off of the match. The sequel to your best-selling fantasy novel was underway. Your days consisted of writing, planning, engaging with fans, and talking to your editor. You typed out the outline for the next few chapters when you heard a knock. 

“Come in.” You said. 

Your mother walked in holding a large envelope. “Guess what came today?” She said excitedly. 

 Your heart thumped with anxiety. She placed the envelope on your desk.

“I’ll leave you to it, let me know if you like them.” She sauntered out of the room happily. 

You picked up the envelope and opened it pulling out a packet of information. You flipped to the first page. 

‘Congratulations!’ It read. 

‘The match we have chosen for you wants to meet you. Once you contact us with your acceptance of their scent, we will arrange for them to meet you and your family with the chaperone of one AOMO agents to facilitate. The two of you will go on a date and get to know each other before deciding whether to move forward. If you do not accept the scent, we will put you back in our database to be matched with someone else.’ 

In the middle of the pages, there was a plastic bag with a white cloth in it. You picked it up and sighed. You doubted you would like the scent. Most alphas were off-putting to you, either way too strong of a scent of they smelled like dishwater. You opened the bag casually and took a whiff. Your inner Omega preened at the musk that erupted from the bag. 

“Oh my…” You inhaled deeply. 

This Alpha…smelled good? He smelled like chocolate and dark roast espresso. There were some hints of fresh baked bread and cinnamon. You caught yourself before you got lost in his scent. You sealed the bag up and took a breath. Maybe, this would be a good experience for you. You scanned through the rest of the information looking over what little they provide about this Alpha. He is a male Alpha, non-American but they did not specify what country. The only other thing they said about him was that his demeanor was shy and that he is military. The instructions said to call the number if you wanted to meet him. You reached for your phone a little too eagerly and dialed the number. A woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, you’ve reached the Alpha Omega Match organization how may I help you?”

“Hi, um I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail, and I want to meet him.” You said awkwardly.

“What’s your name and date of birth?” You told her, nervously. 

“Please hold while I transfer you.” 

The light piano hold music came on, you fidgeted with your sleeve. 

“This is Kara, how may I help you?”

“Oh hi, I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail and I would like to meet him.”

“Alright, let me get your file from reception she’s sending it right now…Ah got it. Oooh ok great I am your agent that will be facilitating this meeting. Your parents will want to meet him yes?”

“Definitely.”

“Ok so, what we will do is you and your parents will meet me at a public space of your choice then. I will bring you to meet the Alpha first, then your parents. We like to keep parent meetings brief as they tend to try and challenge the Alpha. I will have you know, this Alpha is an Apex like your dad. That is one of the reasons we chose you as his match, you have experience with an Apex. Will you be comfortable with all that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Your head was reeling from all this information. Great, I see you guys are in New York City which is one of my favorite places to visit. Do you have anywhere in mind to meet?” 

“Um, we could do the Highline, there’s food, and it's pretty.” 

“Oh, that’s a great idea let me write it down here. How does September ninth at noon sound to you? A weekday so there are not too many people.” 

Your heart jumped, that’s in two days.

“Uh, sure.” 

“Alright, I will send you a follow-up email regarding our plans all you need to do is confirm. Your match will be notified, and his flight will be booked as soon as we receive confirmation. Do you have any other questions?” 

“No not at the moment.” 

“Ok, don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any concerns. I will see you in a few days.” 

“Bye.” 

You put your phone on your desk and walked out of your room. Your mother was standing a few feet away from your door. When she noticed you, her face lit up.

“So? How was the scent? Are you meeting them?” 

You smiled and nodded “Yup, in two days.” 

She squealed and captured you in a bone-crushing hug.

“I can’t wait! Let’s go tell your father!” She practically ran down the hall. 

You walked to your living room where your otherwise stoic-looking dad was watching TV. 

“Tell us about them, sweetheart.” Your mother said. Your dad turned the volume on the TV down and looked at you expectantly.

“Well, I don’t know much but, I know he’s not American and that he might be shy…He smells good.” 

“That’s important, I hope you wouldn’t pick someone who smells like shit.” Your dad chimed in. 

“He’s also military, and an Apex.” You added quickly. 

Your mother gasped quietly, and your father raised his eyebrows.

“Now that’s intriguing.” Your mom said smiling.

“You already booked a meeting with him?” Your dad asked. You nodded. 

“You should’ve asked me first.” He pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. 

“Well, he’s my match and I wanted to meet him.”

“Apex Alphas are dangerous. I would know.”

“Oh, please honey it’ll be fine.” Your mother ridiculed him.

“It’s my choice, Dad. You guys are the ones who signed up, I finally got a match, so I want to see it through. If it doesn’t work out, then I’ll call it off.”

Your father growled lowly. “Fine.”

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Your mother insisted to dress you in a cutesy outfit, so you let her have her moment. She dressed you in a dark floral dress that hugged your curves just right. She added dainty jewelry along with your protective collar. You didn’t usually wear it but again, she insisted. She did your hair half up half down. Your dad was waiting by the front door with your mom’s purse in hand. 

The train ride there was silent, your mother looked utterly content while your father was peeved about this whole situation. You arrived at the station and walked to the Highline. You got a text from Kara telling you what she looked like and where she was. She was wearing a dark blue pencil skirt and a white blouse. She stood up as you and your family approached. You stuck your hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you guys, come sit.” She said motioning to the bench she was on. 

Your father stayed standing while you and your mother took a seat next to her. 

“So, there are some things I want to go over with you all and then I’ll talk to you privately and do the official meeting ok?”

“He’s here?” You said in an almost panicked tone.

Kara chuckled. “He is here but I left him to wait somewhere out of sight for now.”

She continued. “His name is König, he was born in Austria. When we did his psyche and personality evaluations, we found that he has neurodivergent tendencies, like you. Our matches with people that have a similar way of communicating have gone well.”

“Wait, neurodivergent?” Your mom chimed in. 

“Yes, your daughter did show signs of some behavioral abnormalities, but she is high functioning.”

“I told you that Mom.” You say giving her a deadpan look. Your mother looked down and gave a small ‘hmm’. Kara continued. 

“He does struggle with social anxiety so please be patient with him. Other than that, he currently lives in Amsterdam, if you choose to go forward that is where you will live.”

Your dad finally spoke “Is Amsterdam safe for people like us?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh yes, Amsterdam has many people from different places and backgrounds. It is one of the most popular immigration and tourist countries, don’t worry.”

“Alright, how about you come with me, and we’ll get your meeting started.”

Kara led you away, you turned and did a small wave to your parents your mom smiled back at you warmly. 

“So, I will be in contact with you the whole time. If you want to go just say the word, I am never going to be more than a couple minutes away. Honestly, I don’t think you’ll have any issues with him.” 

She led you to a restaurant below the high line, it had indoor and outdoor seating. There were a lot of people laughing and drinking. Your heartbeat sped up as you scanned the crowd. The scent of food entered your nose. Everyone’s scent in the dining area mixed into an indescribable concoction. Among the borderline overwhelming smells, you got a hint of something familiar, espresso. 

You scanned the large room trying to pinpoint where it was coming from or if you were just imagining it. I dark figure near the corner of the room caught your eye. He looked way too large for the chair he was sitting in. He was looking down at his hands, dirty blonde hair covered his forehead. He was wearing a black cloth mask along with a form-fitting black shirt. As soon as you walked in he raised his head. You looked away pretending you weren't staring at him. Kara led you straight to his table.

“This is König.” She gestured to him. 

He stood up to shake your hand still keeping himself hunched at the waist to appear smaller. You shook his hand and smiled as you introduced yourself. He nodded and said a small 'hmm' to acknowledge you. 

“Alright, I'll be near. Have fun.” Kara left swiftly.

You sat down in the chair across from him as he did the same. A wave of anxiety came as you did, not knowing how to break the ice with him. You picked up the menu and scanned it.

“Did you order yet?” You ask.

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Well thank you, what looks good?” 

“The Steak frites look pretty good.” He glued his menu.

“I'm excited for dessert, they have chocolate cheesecake.”

He chuckled and it made your stomach flip.

“You like sweets?” He asked.

“Very much.” You smile at him. 

The waitress came over and asked if you wanted any drinks. König looked at you, waiting for you to order first. 

“I'll try the elderberry gin and tonic.” You said.

 Konig was about to order when the table next to us erupted in loud laughter. He jumped slightly before answering the waitress. 

“I'll get the house Lager.” He said. 

The waitress left to grab the drinks. The adjacent table was still very loud. The group of friends hollering and screaming obviously day drunk. Konig had his head slightly turned away from them in an attempt to lessen the noise. It was subtle but you could tell. You reached into your bag and brought out a pair of foldable headphones. You turned on the noise cancellation and gave them to him. He looked slightly confused. 

“Put them on.” You encourage him. 

When he did the noise muffled and the restaurant was much quieter. You could see the tension in his shoulders ease by the second. His scent sweetened

“Is that better? Can you hear me ok?” 

König swears he could've kissed you right then and there, but he settles on a nod. 

“Thank you, Leibe.” 

“No problem.”

The waitress came by with the drinks and asked if the two of you are ready to order entrees. You ordered the fish and König ordered the Steak. While you waited, you two had a pleasant small talk about his flight and how he is enjoying his visit. He hesitated to take off his mask at first so you focused on your menu to give him the space to be comfortable with you. You glanced up and took in his face. He was beautiful, he had scars on his face that added ruggedness to his chiseled features. König noticed your scent amplify as you gazed at him. His inner alpha pushed him to be closer, to know more about you.

“So, you're in the military?” 

He nods. “I work for a military contractor. Do you work?”

“Sort of, I'm an author so I work from home.”

“That is nice, are you published?” König was secretly very happy he'd get to have you at home all day. 

“Yes, I am. I'm working on my sequel right now. Do you like to read? Or, do you read in German?” 

He chuckled. “I have not had much time to read lately, but I will now.”

“Well, you have to buy my book of course.” You giggled. 

König nearly fell off his chair at the sound. This Omega was everything he wanted. He prayed to whatever god was up there that you felt something with him. By the time the food came you both fell into a comfortable rhythm. He asked about your childhood and hobbies. It was a change of pace, most Alphas are very self-centered, but he is putting effort into getting to know you. The food came out and you both ate. He offered bites of his food for you to try which you happily returned the favor. By the time you finished your food, you hadn't noticed how much time has gone by. Kara texted you to check-in. 

'Hey, so I saw things were going well so I let you guys talk for an hour and a half but, your parents are getting antsy. Are you guys ready to see your parents?' 

“Oh, Kara is asking if we're ready to see my parents.” 

König fiddled with his fork. “I'm ready.” 

He paid the bill and you both left the restaurant. You took in the full size of the Alpha you matched with. He was no less than a giant. He held the door for you but stopped before he walked through. 

“I forgot something, I'll be back.” He walked back into the restaurant. 

Kara walked up to you. “How did it go?” 

“I...really like him...”

“I know, that feeling is scary. I think you guys are a wonderful match.”

König came out holding a small to-go box. He handed it to you, you could tell he was smiling under his mask. 

“What's this?”

Inside the box was a slice of chocolate cheesecake and a fork.

“We forgot to order dessert.” 

You were stunned, you didn't think there could be Alphas that were so thoughtful. Your inner Omega soared, this Alpha was courting you so well. 

“Thank you, König, that's really sweet.” 

“Ah, here they are.” Kara said. 

Your parents walked up to the three of you. Your mother had a surprised but happy look on her face. Your father kept his deadpan face from earlier, not a good sign. 

“Wow, sweetheart you caught a big one!” Your mom chuckled. 

“Parents, this is König.” Kara said. 

Your mother introduced herself and your father as he stood there sizing up the taller Apex. 

“Alright, let's keep things brief parents do you have any questions for König?”

“Well, as long as she likes him I don't.” Your mother said. 

“Can you protect her?” Your dad asked putting some venom behind his words. 

“I would never let anything happen to her sir. You have my word.” König answered without hesitation. 

Your dad nodded and looked at you. “You like him?”

“...Yeah I do.” 

“Alright then, that's all that matters.” 

“Well, I think it's safe to say that the match is made. I will contact you for the next steps. Parents, let's let them say goodbye.” Kara led your parents away.

You turned to König. “Thank you for meeting with me, I had a really good time.” You saw a faint blush at the top of his mask. 

“I also had a good time, liebe.” 

“What does that mean?”

“Ah...it means love.” 

“Oh well...” You motioned for him to come bend down close to you.

When he got close enough you pecked his cheek. 

“I'll see you soon, love.” 

[presepohne]

nsfw. ex-husband john price.

john price isn't a good man, but he wants to be good for you. he wants to be in your arms and let your fingers run through his hair, tell him everything will be okay, make a saint out of him. tell him life is okay, life is good, life will be better and you will be there for him.

but you aren't, yet your smell lingers throughout the house.

it's far more colder, and john price is a man of guilt now, he misses you— the way you would kiss him when he would come back, the way you'd wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips, trailing them all over his face and tell him how much you have missed him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the kitchen counter and had you seated.

miss the way you would lovingly kiss his jaw while helping him unbutton his uniform and your clothes, how you would tell him it's okay to use you for his relief.

he knew what he did was wrong, he knew that divorcing you was the worst decision that now his bed is cold and his chest feels so much more broken. so he makes up his mind to visit you and make up to you.

except he isn't a man of patience, so when he shows up to your house he has you pressed to the door, one leg above his shoulder as he eats you out, telling you how much he missed you, kissing your cunt and thighs and almost on the verge of crying.

and he does, when he makes love to you. he has tears in his eyes, fingers wrapped around your cheeks as he kisses your forehead, mumbling sorrys to you, telling you that how much of an angel you have been to let him in again. apologising while his tears stains your face and neck, you're confused, holding his face and wiping his cheek, dazed with pleasure nevertheless.

john price who is a bad man, but a yearner for his wife so he tries his best to be a better person.

[ehonimon]

NSFW | PROFESSOR JOHN PRICE X READER

age gap but no mention, teachers student dynamic, slight humiliation, dubcon

John Price is a man of principles, his methods of teachings, his methods of being respected and respecting have a nature of force in them. And everytime you, his worst student (his most favourite girl) ask him to help you with your studies, he sharpens his methods.

He has you plaint in his arms, already pulling off your panties as he makes you sit on his thighs. You're whine, trying to push him away, hands on his chest muttering a soft No, not here please.

But he's a greddy man, and he's hungry.

It's absurd, you can get caught any moment. You can be detained, he can be thrown out of his job never to get another but it feels so good— so good to be stuffed with his cock while you sit on his lap and recite your speech for the assignment.

It's cruel, the way his fingers flicks over your bud, pinching, pulling— making you stutter while you try to make sense of what you have to say. "Shh, stay focus sweet girl" he mutters, other hands around your neck, forcing your gaze into his.

His brown eyes are warm, faux albeit and it makes you stomach churn. The way he's able to coax you into feeding his desires, his lust— he's a vile old man and he has his ways with you.

Your professor, an absolute charmer yet a man to rules. He always set rules for you too— let him slip his hands under your waistband and give you what you want, even better if you wear skirts; let him use you— it's wrong but he gives you extra help with studies for that.

You're choking, fingers gripping his shoulders as you try to move your hips, clenching around his cock while furrowing your brows, eyes dewy, tears down your face while he tsks, holding you hips down.

"No, don't be a whore. I'll reward you, didn't I say that love?"

He's mean, with the way he keeps muttering filth that sends heat to your core, slick leaking into his pants and his finger ghosts over your mound, edging until you're a squirming pathetic mess on his cock, begging him Sir please, I've been a good girl.

Sir? Well that's new. And you can feel the way his cock twitches inside you with that, so you try to take advantage, lean forward, lips against his jaws, forgetting your speech completely and too drunk on him, his scent, his cock.

Sir please, I've been your good girl.

And who is John Price to refuse his favourite girl.

[gothghostiie]

pt. 3 to these, can be read as a standalone but its got some references to the previous parts :)

cw: age gap, size difference, mild breaking and entering, masturbation, possessiveness, belittleing, thigh riding, oral (reader giving), deepthroat, praise, crying, mild humiliation, slapping and begging, virgin!reader, afab!fem!reader

retired!price who's been unable to stop thinking about what happened between the two of you. unable to get the smell of your arousal out of the cab of his truck, unable to stop himself from masturbating with the panties you left in his car wrapped around his needy cock. he can't stop himself from driving past your street again and again, just to make sure you're safe and sound, that's what he tells himself anyway. he's gotta make sure his future wife isn't bothered by any nosy neighbours (or any stupid boys that think they can allow themselves to even try to get into your panties - not that it would matter, he's ruined you for any other man anyway). if he could he'd be calling and texting you constantly, checking in and making sure you're behaving yourself for him - but after last time he forgot to give you his number. again.

So naturally he decides to just drive over to your place one evening. your car and your bike are both there - as they should be - but your windows wide open. it makes him frown, youre not usually this careless, usually have everything closed and locked by the time he arrived. naive little thing, maybe you forgot, maybe you're inviting him in? it's so tempting but he can't risk someone else taking advantage of this. so for your own safety he decides to go in himself.

of course he doesn't climb in through the window, he doesn't wanna scare you. so he does the sensible thing, he rings someone else's doorbell in the complex and uses your secret emergency key (underneath a fake plant isn't the greatest hiding place, far too obvious). he sneaks in quietly, taking his shoes off and making sure to avoid the creaking floorboard that you apologised for when he brought you upstairs last time. he closes the door silently, looking around to find you snuggled up on the couch, tv running and blanket pulled over you loosely. you're in a pair of sweatpants and a cami top, either having spent the day at home or already changed into your pyjamas; either way it left him smirking. quietly, he walked over to the couch, taking a seat on the edge, careful not to startle you awake. instead he lifts his hand to your head, carefully pushing a few strands out of your relaxed face, your pouty lips slightly parted.

John can't help but laugh softly, keeping up the gentle, light motion with his calloused fingertips, almost wanting to take a picture of you like that, to savour this precious, innocent moment - but for now he refrains, he'll get to see that face every morning once he puts a nice, pretty ring on your finger. instead he just watches for a bit - until your eyes flutter open.

"mornin' sunshine." he says quietly, his voice a soothing murmur in hopes that it'll soften the blow of him just randomly being in your apartment when you know he doesn't have a key. it takes you a few moments to register what's happening, a mix of fear and shock washing over your body and showing in your expression as you sit up, scooting against the backrest of the couch as far as you can. he immediately scoots after you, putting a soothing hand on your thigh. "hey, shh, shh.. it's alright, don't you panic on me..." he chuckles softly, like this is even remotely funny. "its just me, darling, okay? just me." for some god forsaken reason the soothing seems to calm you down - of course it does, he's been doing things like that in his line of work for years - letting the rising panic inside you cool down.

"I.. what are you doing here? how did you get inside?" he can still hear the hint of fear and wariness in your quiet voice, his heart is torn between aching and skipping a beat.

"I drove through here and thought I'd see how you were doing, angel." it's not fully a lie - he never said he didn't drive here on purpose after all. "I knocked and rang your doorbell, I figured you were still up since I heard the TV running. wanted to make sure you were okay and let myself in." you furrow your brows a bit as you nod. "I used your emergency key. I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to scare you." his big hand pushes the messy strands of hair out of your face again.

"it's.. it's alright.." you mumble, rubbing your eyes like a tired toddler. "it's nice to see you." you can't help but smile a little, automatically leaning into his touch, john smiles back.

"it's nice to see you too." at least that's not a lie he had been dying to see you, dying to get his hands on you again. how could he not? every time he's met you you were putty in his hands - and you fit in them perfect (and vice versa). on top of that you were just adorable, he had a thing for the whole shy, sweet little virgin thing you had going on for yourself. not that its important to him, you could be 75 and an absolute whore for all he cares, it doesn't make you fit in his hands any less perfect. "how about I make you some dinner, hm? you're probably starving after your little nap, aren't you, sweetheart?" his hand went from your hair to your tummy, giving it a gentle squeeze before patting it briefly, making your face heat up in embarrassment; but before you can reprimand him (as if you'd ever speak up against him) he's already stood up, making his way to your kitchen. "what do you feel like?" he asks over his shoulder, you quietly get up and shuffle after him, looking around as he scouts your cabinets.

"uh.. I don't know.."

"you want me to pick something for you?" he offers, you nod softly. he chuckles. "alright darling." he starts grabbing some things, preparing whatever dishes he needs to cook your meal. you stand there a bit lost, watching him.

"what can I do to help?" he pauses, raising an eyebrow at you.

"you don't need to help, love. I'm cooking for you." his words make you frown.

"I'm not a baby, you don't need to cook all on your own.. I can help.." the words definitely try to have some bite, some defiance, but it just makes him crack up a little.

"you wanna help me that bad, hm?" he sighs softly, putting down his knife briefly as he looks at you. "alright, you can help. c'mere." he pats his thigh like you would when calling over a dog, you follow the command. "good girl," he praises as he suddenly moves to stand in front of you, his hands grabbing your hips. "you," you can merely gasp before he's lifting you up, placing you on the counter as if it's nothing. "can park that pretty little ass right here and look pretty while I work." you try to protest, but a raised eyebrow at you makes you pipe down immediately. "that's what I thought." he starts prepping food, using what you had already bought but were too lazy to make - home made burgers. your mouth waters as you watch him prepare the food with ease, like its what he's supposed to be doing. like it comes to him almost naturally.

the food is done quickly, he's set the table (and reprimanded you for trying to get up, the swat on your thigh combined with the strict expression made you feel things you're not sure you understood) and put out everything you need; even your favourite drink. he walks over to you, leaning down to slide an arm under your knees and lift you up against him. the shocked gasp you give him makes him laugh and the way you cling to him just makes it more sweet to him, like a little reward for carrying. truly, since he left the military (probably even since he joined), this is the best thing he's done with his muscles. he sits down and makes you sit on one of his thighs, flexing it underneath you as you shift around. he keeps one hand on the small of your back, with the other one he pulls your plate closer. hell, he'd feed you if it wasnt for you insisting that you're not a baby and could at least eat by yourself - considering you're saying this while in his lap he lets it slide. you can at least have the illusion of not being totally dependent on him for a little while longer. whatever made his baby feel good.

"dig in, darling. gotta know if you like my cooking or if I gotta take a cooking class." he chuckles under his breath, you shake your head with a smirk before biting into it - and it's heavenly. the taste makes you moan softly, making you wanna savour every bite of it.

"jesus.. this is good.." you mumble with a mouthful of food, he chuckles before taking a bite of his own. his free hand keeps rubbing your back as you chat softly while eating, making sure you get your fill and stay nice and seated where you belong, licks your fingers clean once you're done.

"good girl, finishing your plate." he smirks, noting the way the praise makes you squirm on his thigh - and not missing the heat pressing against it through the fabric of his worn out jeans. how could he not take advantage of that?

his hands find home on your hips, big hands easily dwarfing you. "you're so good, hm?" he lowers his voice to a low murmur, purposely making his voice deeper. "finishing like a good girl." He chuckles lowly as he feels you tense up at his choice of words. his hands grip tighter, pushing you down on his muscular thigh harder. you gasp loudly, eyes widening slightly - immediately the memories of the last time you met flood your mind. its almost embarrassing how hot and bothered this man gets you with barely any effort - if any at all.

"Mr. Price.." you pant softly, the formality sends a shiver down his spine.

"what is it, honey? hm?" he knows exactly what you want, but he wouldn't be himself if he just gave it to you. "what do you need?" a whine escapes you.

"please.. I want you.." your boldness shocks you a little bit, you're not the type to just outright ask for what you want - especially not in situations like these.

"you want me?" he chuckles softly, but you can clearly hear the mocking undertone. "you can't handle that angel, you know that. you can barely take my hand." he pushes you down harder, flexing his muscles. "what makes you think you could fit me?" John leans in, placing a kiss on your neck.

"please.." you whimper again, rutting your hips. he sighs.

"you just can't listen when someone tells you no, can you?" he shakes his head, bouncing you on his knee slightly, you gasp. "you really want to try, hm? want to see if you can take my cock?" you nod eagerly, looking at him over your shoulder, your eyes pleading and big, brows furrowed. "alright then." he pats your hip, letting go. "get down on your knees." you give him a confused look but listen to him, of course you do. he smiles down, his hands going to his belt and undoing it almost in slow motion. the sight of his bulge against the dark blue boxers make your mouth water, hands itching to get your hands on his hard on - until he pulls the fabric down.

his limp cock pretty much flops out, making a heavy thud against his own leg, letting your jaw drop in genuine shock. you didn't doubt that he was well endowed, but you did think all the talk of him needing to make sure you can take it was a bit.. over the top.

but its not. somehow it's truly not.

his cock twitches as he sees the way you stare, making him chuckle. "thought I was lying, didn't you?" he grins, patting your cheek. "I'm a lot of things, baby. but I ain't a liar." you look up through your lashes, nodding softly in defeat. "c'mon now, open your mouth. dont be gettin' cold feet now." he winks, you gulp but open your mouth wider, tongue sticking out just enough to cover your teeth, his eyebrows raise in surprise, followed by a chuckle. "you're a smart girl, huh?" one hand places on the top of your head to hold you in place, the other wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a few slow strokes. "deep breath now, I'm not gonna go easy on you. you want something, you'll work for it. are we clear?" you gulp.

"Y-yes, Mr. Price.." he smirks softly, watching you take a deep breath before he slowly slides his fat tip into your mouth.

"there you go.. slow and steady.." he hums softly, his thumb gently rubbing your head, holding you still. your eyes widen, cheeks puffing out slightly as he keeps pushing, not even stopping when he hits the back of your throat. "relax and breathe through your nose. you can do this, angel. c'mon." your eyes water, jaw already starting to ache with how wide open you have hold it; the sight of you like this making him smile with a weird sense fondness. you try to follow his orders, taking shaky breaths through your nose between gagging while he slowly pushes deeper - only stopping when he can feel your scrunched up face press against his pubes.

"there you go.. doing good, baby.." he hums, holding you there for a few moments before pulling away just enough to keep his tip on your tongue and let you gasp for air. his dick twitches, slowly hardening. "you still think you can take it?" you wanna answer, but he pushes himself back into your throat, making you choke on your answer. "such a sweet, brave little girl. I can't lie, I'm mighty proud of you for trying, angel." you feel your face get warmer, squeezing your thighs together. his other hand wipes away some stray tears.

"how about we see if you can take a proper fucking, hm?" your eyes light up in hope that quickly gets shattered by a hard thrust into your throat, making you choke on him. John scoffs as he feels you flinch away, his grip on your head getting firmer. "now now, this is what you wanted, remember? if you really want me to fuck that sweet little cunt at some point you'll have to take this." a pathetic whimper escapes you, but you know he's serious, you know he won't let his cock anywhere near yout pussy unless he deems you ready for it. and if this is what it takes?

you'll gladly take it. you'll take anything he wants you to, without question; evidently. it only proves again now that he's thrusting his fat, semi hard cock down your throat, making it bulge slightly as you cry your pretty eyes out. you don't even try to pull away or complain, you don't try to push him off, all you do is try to keep your mouth wide open while your hands grip onto his thighs for support. "such a good girl.. doin' so well.." he praises again. "if you keep behaving this well I might give you a dessert, hm? sounds good?"

all you can do is blink up at him with wet lashes, making him chuckle. "you want that? you want a dessert pretty girl?" when you can't don't answer him his face hardens slightly. he knows damn well what he's doing, but he can't resist being a little mean. his hand smacks your cheek almost gently, a mock strict expression on his face. "mind your manners, young lady. answer when youre spoken to. tell me you want dessert." you whimper, the strict tone making you squirm in a mix of nervousness and arousal. an overwhelming need to be good and listen to what he tells you to do makes you try to speak around his cock immediately - of course it only comes out as muffled noises. another smack hits your cheek. "don't speak with your mouth full. nobody every taught you basic manners?" he sighs and clicks his tongue, but laughs when he sees the look on your teary face. "aw, angel.. I'm just messing with you. you'll get your dessert. but you gotta say please." he gives you an expectant look, you know you couldn't refuse if you wanted to.

you try to say please, as clear as you can, a few tears of frustration mixing in as you cut yourself off with gagging, he laughs again. only when you sniffle and hands start to tremble he finally let's up. "alright, alright. you're getting your treat, just remember to say thank you, alright?" John waits until you nod before he pulls out almost all the way, letting his tip rest between your swollen lips, one of his hands wrapping around his dick, pumping it. he grunts softly, holding eye contact with you as he does, only breaking it when he feels his balls tighten. he throws his head back, eyes rolling back in his head as he cums onto your tongue, feeling you jump slightly. he fills your sore mouth with his thick, hot cum, it feels like he's pumping everything he has into your mouth. he watches through lidded eyes as he pulls back, the hand on top of your head instead reaching down to your chin, closing your mouth for your. it takes you a moment to swallow, trying to catch your breath once you can, sniffling softly before you look back up at him.

"t-thank you.."

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.....your art cost me my sanity.

Rest easy

[peteywebs]

Simon, who leans into John's hand like a needy cat, eyes fluttering as he relaxes into the warmth of someone he'd trust with his entire body and soul.. only to be snapped out of it by soap pinching his nipple through his shirt

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Drinks And Threesomes

requested?: no pairing(s): john 'soap mactavish x afab!reader x smon 'ghost' riley genre: smut warning(s): threesome, smut, unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, oral (f&m recieving) doggy style, probably the best ever aftercare which has ever been written on this blog, masterbation, fingering, overstimulation, spanking (ass and pussy), orgasm denial, slightly oc!reader (she has a cat, change it if you want), simon not being a cat person (he calls reader's cat a rat), a LOT of mentions about sex before it acc happens, reader is rlly living the y/n life icl, dom!simon, dom!johnny, sub!reader, light choking, lap dancing (soap gets a lap dance from reader), breast-play, dry humping, kinda pervy characters icl, mentions of porn, johnny whimpers like once, reader is insecure about how her titties sit (dont be insecure about them my loves, you are all perfect), finger sucking, degredation, praise at the end, not proof-read (i was writing this at 1am and posted it today), hair pulling, squirting summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 word count: 5.1k (i cooked bro) a/n: first ever threesome on this blog and the longest fic i have written thus far. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla (p.s. i ate this up)

it was another sunday, the night before you went back on deployment with the rest of tf141. you were excited, but albeit nervous. price had debriefed you all and told you it would be an especially hard mission. he hadn’t told you what the goal was or what you would be doing while you were gone.

since it was so close to deployment time, you were all cutting down on alcohol since you all wanted to stay healthy. it was a tradition at this point for you, ghost and soap to go out for mocktails and a meal. simon went begrudgingly, only because you and johnny had begged him oh-so nicely to go with you both. he didn’t know why he agreed, but as much as he acted like he didn’t, he did enjoy being there with you both.

today was like no other, you were all laughing over drinks with no alcohol and the best burgers you had ever had in all of your lives put together. but this time, johnny was going on about a recent rendezvous he had with a woman a few nights prior. he was going into a lot of detail for someone who was usually so secret about his love and sex life.

as he was talking about the things he had done to her (eating her out, fucking her in doggy, etc) something twisted in your gut. you felt jealous, but also something else. you didn’t know how you felt, but one thing you certainly felt was jealousy. you squirmed in your seat as you chewed on the straw of your finished drink.

simon was an observant man. and he was also sitting next to you. he had seen you squirming in your seat, and he was definitely smirking under that stupid ghost mask he always wore. however, johnny didn’t realise how… ‘uncomfortable’ you were getting. he kept talking about what he had done to her, and god was it filthy.

you had always found johnny and simon rather attractive, especially since you had always seen them on duty, their big arms holding the guns they could very much end a life with. they could bith very much end lives with how massive their biceps were, and sometimes they did. you wondered sometimes what it would be like if they squished you in-between their biceps, how it would feel when you slept on them, how it would feel when you bit into them due to the immense pleasure they were giving you.

you saw almost every part of them. their chests, their abs, their v-lines, their massive biceps, their happy trails, every part of them. you saw them shirtless every single time you were laying low at a safe house during a mission. you went practically crazy every time, and almost every time, you ended up with your hands stuffed inside of your panties. you were never able to come from it. you needed more than just your nimble fingers playing with your clit.

you were broken out of your daydream when you felt a nudge. simon was looking down at you from where he sat. you were now slightly slumped in your chair, johnny still hadn’t stopped ranting about his one night stand with the girl he didn’t remember the name of.

“you alrigh’ lovie?” he asks gruffly, his chest moving with every word, you watched it move. his eyes squinted as you did so. he was either grinning or his brows were furrowed, either one would still make him look hot. you had only seen him without his mask once.

you remember it clearly. he was getting dressed after a shower. his mask was off as he didn’t expect anyone to walk into the room unannounced. you walked in as you had just gotten to the safe house after being separated on the mission. you were wanting to ask him what he thought about the choice johnny had made for dinner that night when you saw he had no mask on. your mouth fell completely open. you stood there and stared at him for a good few minutes before he finally snapped you out of your daze.

“like what you see, lovie?” he asked. and god, you did. his blue eyes, pale lashes. god, he looked amazing. you couldn’t even speak. and you didn’t.

you stood there and gawked until you heard soap bounding up the stairs. simon put his mask back on, though he still remained shirtless. you had your phone still in your hand, although it had turned off god knows how long ago.

“wha’s takin’ so long, bon? are we gettin’ a chippy or not simon, I fancy a kebab so it better be a yes” soap stood next to you in the doorway. you and simon stared into each other’s eyes for a moment longer, sharing something of understanding.

“lovie was just giving me ideas on what to order” johnny obviously took that to his advantage and began to talk about what was the best things to get from a chip shop.

eventually you had all come to a conclusion on what you wanted, and simon offered to go out and get the chippy. obviously, you wouldn’t forget what happened with johnny after that.

simon snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, bringing you back to the covert of the pub. you had all finished eating a while ago, and you just continued to chew on the plastic (shocker) straw of your mocktail.

“you alrigh’ bon? you’re very quiet tonight” soap observed (another shocker). you didn’t say anything and only nodded. he furrowed his brows, “ye sure, bon, you would’ve usually chewed my head off abou’ worrying about you by now” he asks, his tone slightly teasing.

“i’m fine, really, just thinking about what i’m gonna do when i get home tonight” it was a white lie. you were wet and you knew it, but you refrained from rubbing your thighs together as you felt it would make it a lot more obvious.

“are ya not gonna be a crazy cat lady when you get home?” he teases. you glare at him.

“i have one cat. one. besides, he’s in the catery for a while until i get back from deployment” you say, putting your empty mocktail glass down on the table in front of you. you fold your arms.

“wow, never woulda thought you would put that rat somewhere where he would be away from you for a long time” simon chuckles, you thwack his arm.

“i’m not gonna leave him for however many weeks without being looked after by someone nice” you defend “and he’s not a rat” you add pointedly.

“alrigh’ bon, enough abou’ the cat. what are you doing tonight?” soap interjected.

“dunno, probably just watch a movie. or a kids show to make me feel better about the fact we’ll be going god knows where doing god knows what for around a month” you speak, and as you finished, you looked down at where your hands were in your lap. you started picking at the skin around your nail.

simon discreetly placed a hand over your knee, stopping it from bouncing. you smiled appreciatively.

“how’s abou’ you come stay with me and simon for the night, bon? we was goin’ to stay together tonight anyway since we can jus’ get up and go tomorrow mornin’ it would be no trouble if you decided to stay. really bon” his voice started off uncertain, but by the time he reached the end of it, it sounded like he was pleading you.

“i would, really, i would, but my bag is at my house and i-“ soap cuts you off.

“we can go get it before we go over to mine. bon, i know you’re worried about the mission and what better stress relief than to stay with your best friends in the whole world” he says with that massive shit-eating grin on his face.

“i’m not sure simon is my best friend. especially not after he called dusty a rat” you say with a small smile after thinking for a couple of minutes. simon pats your hand that he was still sort-of holding.

“well, i didn’ hear a ‘no,’ did you, simon?” he turns to the man with the mask.

“i didn’ either, johnny” your smile got wider at the response simon gave.

“well, its sorted then, sleepover!” johnny cheers louder than he probably should have for a middle-aged military man. luckily, people were to engrossed in their own conversations to nosey over at your conversation.

you didn’t realise when, but somehow the bill had come over, you thought maybe simon had called it over while you were talking with johnny about your ‘sleepover’. but before you even tried to open your purse to pay your share of the bill, simon grabbed it and put it back into your bag. you furrowed your brows.

“what good gentlemen would we be if we didn’ pay the bill for our little bon?” soap spoke up, placing some cash on the bill, simon followed suit and put some more cash on the bill. both of them out on more than enough to cover everyone’s food and at least a twenty pound tip.

“home time” simon says as he gets up. you grabbed your bag before following behind the two men who were walking in a single-file line.

you eventually got back to soap’s car. you sat in the back while the two large men piled into the front and johnny started driving. it wasn’t long before you were back at your house, asking before you left the car if there was anything else you should bring with you other than your bag.

“only those nice little brownies you make, bonnie” you smile softly and jog towards your house, unlocking the door and going to the kitchen, grabbing a small plastic box and putting the rest of the brownies you had made inside of it. you grabbed your pink duffle you left by the door. you locked the door and made your way back to johnny’s car. both of the men were staring intently as you made your way back.

you got into the back of the car and rested the box of brownies on the seat next to you, johnny turned back and grinned at you.

“the best bon in the whole world” he grinned before turning his head back on the road and drove to his house. it was fairly far away from your house, and you had always been someone who was quickly able to fall asleep in cars.

you fell asleep fairly quick, and you had a weird dream. or rather, maybe you could call it a flashback.

the night simon left for the chippy that johnny had pre-ordered (you all chipped in with the bill, well, you tried to. they didn’t want your money even when you insisted), you were sat on the counter in the kitchen. you were sat sipping on some lemonade in nothing but johnny’s oversized tee and some skimpy knickers when johnny walked into the kitchen.

your legs were in the way of the cabinet johnny needed to get to in order to get to the non-alcoholic drinks you had stored. but instead of being a normal person and asking you if you could move your legs so he could get a drink, he spread them.

but then again, it was johnny, what did you expect? you were flushed when johnny patted your thigh and said a small, ‘thanks bon’ before he left to go drink his drink in the lounge. you never forgot about that, especially that night when your slipped your hand into your panties and failed to make yourself come for the umpteenth time in your life.

you only woke up when you were in someone’s arms, your cheek pressed against that someone’s chest. you opened your eyes and looked up at who is was. you were met with a ghost mask and concentrated eyes, not looking at you, but the way forwards. you closed your eyes again and squished your cheek more against simon’s chest.

soon, you were layed down on what you assumed was johnny’s sofa. you pretended to be asleep for a little while longer until you heard the tv turn on. it was a random tv show that was on way past a child’s bed time, and because they still thought you were asleep, it was on a very low volume. you opened your eyes and peeked at what tv show it was.

you eventually got engrossed in the tv and was fully awake watching it. you assumed the two other men knew you were awake, but your assumptions were wrong when they started talking. about you.

“simon?” johnny asked, simon grunted gruffly in response, “why’d bon get so quiet after i started talking about having sex with that lass?” he was so ignorant it almost hurt, simon shot him a sideways glance.

“maybe because she wanted to be in her place” simon shrugged. you were already rigid, but somehow you managed to become more stiff.

“what? i always though’ bon wan’ed to have sex with you. that’s why i laid off off her” you almost rolled your eyes at his foolishness. almost.

simon looked over at you. that’s when you knew you were busted.

“mornin’ lovie” simon drawled. you gulped as you took in how he was sat. legs spread, an obvious tent in his pants. since simon was fairly comfortable with you and johnny, he also didn’t have his mask on. you could see how his face darkened when he took in that you were fully awake.

you sat up and stretched.

“is it true?” johnny spoke up from where he was sat. his ankle was resting on his other knee, his large bicep laying along the back of the sofa, letting his elbow downwards dangle from the back of the chair.

“is what true?” you tried to play innocent.

“oh, come on, bon. don’t try to be all innocent. did you want to be in her place? the girl i was fucking” he said it so plainly, so seriously that you flushed red and shuffled where you were sat.

“does it matter?” you ask, avoiding both men’s gazes and instead looking and fiddling with your fingers.

you were so busy playing with your own fingers that you didn’t realise that someone else’s had begun to lift your chin. the two men stood directly in front of you, making you have to crane your head fully to look up at them.

“yes, it does” simon said gruffly.

“because we can make it happen if you wan’ us to fuck you, bon” johnny husks. it was his fingers that had lifted your chin, and they were beginning to trail down to your neck.

“we can fuck you good. make you cum all over our fingers, faces and cocks- so good you won’t want to be fucked by anyone else after we’ve done with you” simon lusts next to him.

you squeeze your eyes shut. they didn’t know you were still a virgin, you never shared anything about your sex life, not to anyone. it was now or never to tell them, you squeeze your eyes shut.

“i’m a virgin” you practically squeak, and when you opened your eyes again, looking up at the two men in front of you through your lashes, they were well and truly gone. well, mentally.

“oh fuck” johnny almost moans, “you tellin’ me that tigh’ little pussy hasn’t been fucked by anyone? haven’t even made yerself come?”

“i’ve tried, but it never worked” you say shyly, a faint blush creeping up your neck, painting your ears and cheeks a shade of light-ish red.

“what did you think about when you tried, lovie?” simon spoke up.

“you two” you blush harder, the light red now turning almost a wine-red colour.

“oh fuck” this time johnny did moan, the bulge in his cargo pants becoming more and more prominent. “you know how to lap dance, bon?” it was an unexpected question, so unexpected that you thought you turned redder, if that was even possible.

you didn’t trust yourself with words, you knew you would just become a stuttering and stumbling mess, so you let yourself shake your head.

“tha’s alrigh’ lovie, johnny‘ll show you” simon drawled.

as johnny sat down, you were practically hauled onto his lap by simon. johnny’s hands instantly found your hips, kneading, squeezing and guiding. out of your peripheral, you saw simon sit down not that far away from where the both of you were sat, having a clear picture of the two of you. johnny dragged your hips down until your barely clothed pussy came into contact with his bulge. you gasped and your hips jerked, but they jerked downwards, applying more pressure down onto his clothed cock.

“oh fuck, bon, yer makin’ me so hard” he rasps from beneath you. letting his head fall onto the back of the couch, his throat bobbing with a swallow.

he continued to move your hips, moving them in a circular motion. you were now wishing you had worn better panties instead of your skimpy light pink thong. at least they made your ass look good.

you glanced over at simon, which proved to not be a good idea at all. he was palming himself with a look in his eyes, watching the both of you with the darkest most lustful look in his eyes. it made your stomach flutter, hips stutter, but your stomach burn with confidence. johnny’s hand was now travelling up your body to your breasts. he was now watching you too, hypnotised, transfixed.

he gave you a look when his hand hovered above your breast. you nodded and he instantly began fondling with it. grasping, pulling, pinching. you were out of your mind, and with your new-found confidence? you felt almost unstoppable.

you took control, guiding your hips in a seductive way, wiggling them, grinding down on johnny with such force he actually whimpered. your ego was growing within the second. johnny’s other hand began to also travel up your body, and when your thought he was going to play with your other tit, he kept moving it upwards, around the collum of your throat. he squeezed slightly, not enough to cut off your oxygen all together, but enough to make a statement.

you continued to grind against johnny’s cock. at some point, you even threw your head back for dramatic effect.

that was until you were hoisted up over someone’s shoulder, your ass given a small slap when you instinctively kick. it was simon. you could tell by the blond hair. you looked up and saw that johnny was following and that simon was taking you upstairs.

you didn’t know where you were until simon threw you down onto what you knew had to be a mattress. nobody moved for a few seconds until you spoke up.

“what’re we doing up here?” you barely had time to get your words out before someone’s mouth was on yours. you instantly melted into it, tugging whoever’s hair that was kissing you. soon enough, your mouth was pulled away from the mystery person’s and another mouth was placed on yours. you couldn’t tell, but you had a sneaking suspicion you were kissing simon first before johnny wanted a turn.

who you thought was simon began to kiss down your body until he needed to pull the sundress you had on, off. johnny (you think) helped pull off the sundress before reaching over to the nighstand and turning on a lamp so everyone could see better. your suspicions were right when you looked up and saw johnny hovering over you with red lips and simon was down in-between your thighs.

“oh fuck” this time it was simon’s turn to groan. “these panties are the best fucking thing i’ve ever seen on you, lovie” he said lowly, kissing the inside of your thighs, wrapping his arms around them, “gonna keep these on while i make out with this pretty cunt, okay lovie?” johnny was watching the whole exchange before looking down at your panties.

you saw his eyes close and he took a deep breath, very clearly fighting the urge to take over from simon and ravage you until you were begging for him to stop. luckily, you didn’t have to wait much longer after a comment simon made about being drenched that its soaked through your panties before he moved the thin pink fabric aside, spread your legs and put his mouth on you.

he licked a large stripe up your cunt. from your hole to your clit, giving his tongue a flick when it got there. your hips jolted and hands flew to simon’s hair as he did so, a silent prayer, urging him to keep going. you honestly barely paid any attention to the fact that you were almost fully naked in front of the two men until johnny started suckling on one of your tits. you didn’t like the way your tits sat.

you had watched porn, obviously, you were curious. and whenever you saw a female’s tits, they always sat so nicely. yours didn’t, and you felt insecure about it. simon never stopped devouring you, not listening to the conversation you and johnny were having and instead focusing on making you feel good, plunging a couple of fingers in occasionally and scissoring them as well as curling them into a really good place.

“i- oh fuck- i know they don’t sit nicely-“ johnny looked up at you as you spoke, never disconnecting his lips from your nipple, but he looked at you curiously. “they don’t sit as nicely as other girls’ tits do- i don’t like how they sit-oh fuck, simon keep going”

“no, simon, don’t keep going” johnny sat up with furrowed brows. simon stopped sucking your clit with a wet pop.

“you should taste her johnny, so sweet” simon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sucking on the fingers he had just taken out of you.

“how do you think her tits look?” johnny asks, staring down at you intently. you try to sit up, but johnny placing his hand on your throat stopped you. you laid back down.

“they look perfect, why?”

“she doesn’t think they do”

simons eyes widen, you sigh.

you were then lifted up, turned around and forced on your hands and knees.

“simon, you fuck ‘er mouth. make sure she swallows and makes you come before she gets to. keep ‘er quiet from saying absolute bullshi’” you try to protest, but before you could even make a sound, simon’s cock was shoved down your throat.

he groans and keeps your head steady while he made sure you weren’t going to gag anymore. johnny then leaned down and ripped your panties straight off, discarding them somewhere in the room.

“they were my favourite panties” simon says through a groan as you took him deeper into your mouth.

“you never saw her in any others” johnny says pointedly before leaning down for his mouth to become level with your cunt.

“they were still my favourite��� you moan around simon’s cock as johnny shoved his full face into your pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of you, hitting all the right places that make you moan and gasp around simon’s cock, making him pull your hair and groan back.

you didn’t know how long it would take to make simon come, but you knew by how johnny decided to make him fuck your mouth, he would last a while. johnny had already denied you an orgasm three times and you were beginning to feel hopeless.

and he did, every time you began to feel some kind of knot forming in your stomach, it would simmer away simply because johnny took his mouth away as his best mate hadn’t come in your mouth yet. simon gave you little to no warning when he was about to come.

the thrusting into your mouth became shallow and sloppy, you thought he was close, and he was. simon came with a low groan, spilling every little drop into your mouth. you swallowed instantly, since you knew johnny said if you swallowed and made him come that you could come.

simon pulled his cock out of your mouth, prying your mouth open with his fingers, looking to make sure you had swallowed every drop.

“how did it taste?” simon asks lowly, johnny was behind you, slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“salty” you reply softly, almost gagging as simon shoved his fingers down your throat.

“she can come now” simon agreed along with johnny.

johnny got back to it, licking your clit, sucking and teasing, all the while, simon had his fingers in your mouth, making you such and gag on them. luckily, it didn’t take long before you felt the coil beginning to tighten in your lower stomach you felt unreal as you let go.

you let out an outright pornographic moan as you came on johnny’s tongue. your saliva dripped down simon’s hand, your legs were shaking as you came, your first ever orgasm.

when you came down from your high, you didn’t have long to adjust to being back before a cock was nudging at your hole.

“can i fuck you while johnny fucks your little mouth? please lovie, need to feel you wrap around my cock so well” simon practically begs.

“yes-oh please fuck me” you practically spread your legs a little, the two men chuckle as you do so.

you didn’t look down at simon’s cock as it entered your hole. it was full, and it burned as it stretched you out, johnny also gave you a couple of seconds before he opened your mouth, letting you take his cock into your mouth. you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. it was definitely big. like simon’s.

simon didn’t move until you were ready. you nodded slightly, moving johnny’s cock further into your mouth. you gagged, but it soon turned into a moan when simon slid his cock almost entirely out of your hole before slamming it back inside, making you take more of johnny’s cock into your mouth.

“oh god” you moan around johnny’s cock.

“not god, just simon and johnny, lovie” simon retorted.

“shouldn’ talk with yer mouth open, bon. ‘s not very polite” the scot pipes up.

“you’re right, johnny. maybe we should teach our girl some manners” simon coos, running a hand lightly down your back before slapping your ass harshly.

you yelped and jolted forwards onto the cock in your mouth, you barely had time to recover before you felt a hand come down on your clit. you were still sensitive from before, so you squeaked and your hips jolted away from the man who had just slapped your pussy.

you felt a few more spanks on your pussy and ass. each one as unexpected as the others before simon began to piston his cock in and out of your hole. your pussy was tight around his cock, he told you so. as did the squelching noises in the room. you were moaning, drooling, whining and completely in bliss as you tried to make johnny feel good.

“oh, just like tha’ bon” johnny moans out, gripping your hair when you did something right. you didn’t know what, so you let johnny take more of the lead.

they both moved in tandem, the only thing you were doing was making pathetic little noises, as well as occasionally bringing a hand up to cup and massage johnny’s balls.

you didn’t know how much longer you could last, especially not when simon had then reached forwards and began to fondle with your clit with his ring and middle finger. the lewd squelching sounds were bouncing off of the walls of the house. it was times like theses where you were happy that johnny lived in a semi-detached house so his neighbours would not have to look at you differently.

you couldn’t give any warning about your oncoming orgasm, partly because you didn’t know it was about to happen yourself. but before you knew it, you had screamed out, the sound muffled by johnny’s cock, but still loud enough that the two men had heard.

you were coming down from your high when you felt liquid dripping down both of your thighs. you were completely soaked, and you could say the same for the bed sheets.

“so pretty, lovie, so fucking pretty. squirting around my cock like that for me? oh i’m gonna fucking come, you’re so fucking pretty with your juices dripping down your thighs like a dirty little slut, oh, you fucking like that, don’t you?” simon’s thrusts were growing more sloppy, but harder at the same time, working you through your orgasm. “i’m gonna come, gonna come all over this pussy, paint it with my come-oh fuck, i’m coming” simon says through gritted teeth.

“oh i’m coming too- fuck, gonna swallow my come, paint your mouth all white with it- oh fuck” both men tensed around the same time, simon pulling out and spraying his come all over your pussy, whereas johnny came down your throat.

you eagerly swallowed again, it was almost the same taste as simon’s, but a bit different.

when you all caught your breath, johnny spoke up first.

“shower?” simon nodded and so did you.

both men helped you onto your feet and helped you to the bathroom. since johnny didn’t have a bath in any of his bathrooms (crazy, right?) you had to make do with a shower.

both men helped you stay upright as they both cleaned you, johnny wiping your cunt in order to keep it clean while simon washed your hair. you then cleaned the two men off, and got out of the shower.

the men let you have your privacy while you peed (you read it somewhere, don’t judge a girl, it’s what you’re meant to do, okay?) and they changed the bed due to your most recent orgasm, and simon’s.

and then, you were all comfortable in bed, your head resting against simon’s chest. you were laying on your side as johnny cuddled you from behind.

“that was good” you whisper with a yawn.

“yeah? who was better, me or simon?” johnny asked jokingly, kissing your shoulder. simon shot him a glare and instinctively pulled you closer. “oh come on, we know it was me. i gave her first ever orgasm”

“i made her squirt” simon adds pointedly.

the scot went in a huff, but still held you anyways, you didn’t hear them bickering, you were already asleep and off in dreamland where scots and englishmen weren’t fighting over who was better at fucking you.

[kibblebitz]

Switching fandoms so much I get routine media whiplash. Anyway I love this man and I want to throw fistfuls of rocks at him from a sniper’s vantage point.

[specialinterestjohnprice]

First blurb I read with Colonel Vargas and Captain Price. Call this shit inception the way it planted a seed in me 👹

Alejandro and price tag teaming reader?

CALL THAT A TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE!!

Summary: Price needs to blow off steam in his favorite way, but the two of you are interrupted by Alejandro.

"That's it, love- you're so fucking tight," Price has you up against a wall in some forgotten supply bay at the Los Vaqueros base. He's fucking you like his life depends on it, his gruff voice ever-present in your ear.

It's how he prefers to blow off steam- fucking and drinking. But-

"But these 'Vaqueros' drink that tequila piss and I need bourbon."

So, fucking it is.

"John," you whine his name and he chuckles, threading his thick fingers into your hair and tugging gently.

"What do you need?"

"Harder-"

"Ask nicely."

"Please!" you manage to whimper and his change in thrusts is instant at the sound of your pathetic plea.

Your face feels warm, your legs weak. You're so close to the edge, teetering on the verge as he drives at you, shoving your face against the cold metal of the wall and grasping your hips for leverage.

When he stops, it's suddenly, and you open your mouth to protest before you're cut off.

"Shhh, love, I think we have company."

Your stomach drops as the figure of Alejandro Vargas looms into sight out of the shadows.

"Can I help you, Vargas?" Price asks smugly, still buried to the hilt inside you.

Your face is hot with embarrassment. You want nothing more than to push Price away and sprint into the shadows. To disappear completely. Perhaps to sink into the floor and cease to exist.

"Maybe," Alejandro bites his tongue as he considers the sight in front of him. Something in his expression is unreadable, but the faint hint of want meanders across his face for a moment.

He should be furious with Price, with you. Disrespecting his base, disrespecting him- but he doesn't look like he is.

Is he...?

Before you can finish the thought, Price laughs and asks the question for you, "What? You want a turn?"

You glance up at him, but his eyes are locked on Alejandro's, his grip loosening slightly on your waist.

"Well?" the prompt snaps the Vaquero out of his trance.

"Yo ha-"

"English, Vargas," Price snaps, you jump, and Alejandro stumbles over his words for a moment before answering.

"Yes," he almost seems embarrassed for a moment by his own eagerness, but it's quickly replaced by a poker face once more.

"You okay with that?" Price lowers his voice and catches your gaze, his expression concerned, "Want to let the 'Vaquero' have a turn?"

This is new. Out of character for him. You glance at Alejandro- the look on his face is halfway between need and hesitancy.

"Well?" Price cocks his head, "Don't keep the man waiting."

"I'm okay with it," you respond quietly and he pulls out of you slowly. The sudden emptiness makes you huff as he fishes something out of his pocket and tosses it to Alejandro.

"You put that on, or you don't touch her. Understand?"

Alejandro nods and you feel compelled to look away as he frees himself from his fatigues and slips the condom on.

He's bigger than you expected.

Price watches him carefully, analyzing his every move. Occasionally, he glances at you, searching for a sign that you've changed your mind.

It doesn't come.

So instead, he settles for observing as the Vaquero runs a gentle hand down your back and lines himself up with you.

When Alejandro takes hold of your hips and pushes inside you, he hisses, squeezes his eyes shut and lets a string of Spanish curses fall from his lips.

You wonder for a moment if he's ever going to move.

When he does, it's your turn to curse- "Ah, fuck-" he's hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Price feels a pang of jealousy at the sound, thinks for a moment of shoving him away from you.

He resists the urge.

"You feel so good, hermosa," Alejandro is panting, his voice hoarse, "He's lucky," he jerks his head toward Price, who smirks in response.

The sound of him fucking you is obscene, echoing along with your panted breaths and whimpers. Alejandro could listen to you all day long- he wants you to scream his name, to beg him to fuck you. He wants you to think of him every time Price fucks you.

"Alejandro!" you cry out as you come around him, nearly losing your footing when the tension snaps. You splay your hands on the cold wall in front of you to keep yourself on your feet.

Music to his fucking ears.

His grip on your hips tightens as he fucks you through your orgasm, pushing you well past the threshold of bearable in pursuit of his own high.

When he comes, it's with another hiss of Spanish curses. The room is a blur as he pulls out of you and it takes everything in your power not to simply slide down to the floor to relieve your weak knees.

"Did you like that?" Price sounds as if he's speaking to you through a tunnel.

Alejandro has already departed, leaving the two of you alone in the room. You pause to hope that he is tight-lipped about this encounter. The last thing you need is Los Vaqueros whispering behind their hands about you.

"Yes," you pant and he chuckles, offering you a hand to help you upright.

"Don't get used to it."

You sense a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

[river-that-whore]

Aftercare with Ghost

MDNI

CW- Size kink, aftercare, praise (no genitalia/pronouns mentioned)

Ghost was no small man. We all know that, right? 6'4 and 250 lbs, with hands the size of your face and biceps bigger than your head

Expanding on that, his cock. I mean, rationally speaking, a man of that size has to be packing. But this was a whole new level. You could just barely wrap your hand around it, and with each movement, you could feel the veins dragging.

And so, like the average person, you were left absolutely wrecked. Trembling, tear tracks down your face, and everything sore.

He laughed for a moment, pushing your hair back "Y'alright, lovie?" He asked, as nicely as he could with that thick Manchester accent

When he didn't get a response, he leaned down to meet your eyes, that dumb little smirk on his face growing slightly "aw. Too cockdrunk to even think, huh?" A small whine while tucking closer to him was all he needed. When you didn't verbally answer, he lazily pulled you closer, onto his chest "C'mere, luv"

He held you there for a bit, letting you come back down to earth and relax. His hand slowly grazed your back, gently caressing the length of your spine "You did good" he murmured, his other hand resting on your hip "Real good. Y'know, you looked so pretty too. All blissed out, crying for it. So gorgeous"

After a moment or two longer, he looked down, asking "You ready to get cleaned up, lovie?" All you answered was a nod, though you still held him close.

And that was how you ended up here, in the warm water of the tub, with Ghosts large hands gently scrubbing shampoo into your scalp. He had made sure to clean up everything first (as well as replacing the ruined sheets)

....should this be a series?

[littlelunababi]

Imagine being mad at Johnny and you deny him sex as a punishment. He’d notice immediately, not only from your body language but also because you won’t even let him touch you. No ass grabs, no ass slaps, no nothing.

And yes, he’s an ass man mostly.

So he’d look like a kicked puppy as he tried to figure out what was wrong while also not believing you’re doing this to him.

You’d be cooking and he’d slip behind you, his arms slithering around your waist but you move away and he couldn’t help the small whine that escaped his lips.

You’d smirk to yourself as you continue on and he’d try to gently grab your waist and bring you back to him, speaking low and confused “Bonnie..? What is it? Why won’t you let me touch you?”

You’d just pull away again, cause at this point you forgot why you’re mad, it’s just fun to play with him now.

He’d huff slightly and cross his arms, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to leave your side until he figured out what was wrong. His eyes were trained on you as you moved through the kitchen, handing you items as well. Only to get a small thank you and no kiss???

He frowned, his eyes getting big and sad “Bonnie..”

At dinner, he ate cause your food is always good but his eyes were still trained on you, your lips. He hasn’t felt them in so so long (a few hours) and it’s absolute torture.

After dinner, he definitely cleaned up (he usually does it but this time you can tell he was waiting for you to notice/say something) and followed you to the living room, sitting as close as possible.

You turned on the tv, ignoring him and it made him break. He turned the tv off, grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards him. “Damnit Bonnie! Talk to me! What’s wrong? What did I do?”

Johnny to you probably

[duckyjokes]

They're so silly

S: "wuld u stjll lobe me ass awyrm?/?" (Would you still love me as a worm?"

G: "Go to sleep, MacTavish"

S: "is that a no?"

[brattypagansub]

Something something Ghost is asked fuck marry kill Taskforce 141 obviously himself not included.

Ghost’s face goes bright red under his mask and he ducks his head. Tries to get out of it for a minute then sighs.

Ghost: kill Price… marry Gaz

Ghost: *trying so hard to avoid looking at the man himself who he’s had a crush on since the train wreck that was Las Almas* and I think you know where that leaves us.

Soapy Boy bless his little adhd riddled heart has no idea the big boy is talking about him.

[matumogs]

Urgh...just fk me on the dining table 🥵😈

spoiled rotten

you were the kind of spoiled that made men weak. the kind that had them tripping over themselves just to see you smile. your best friend, james, brought you coffee every morning just the way you liked it, extra caramel, extra whipped cream, because of course you deserved it with your pretty self. your neighbour, henry, fixed anything in your flat before you even had to ask, just so he could linger a little longer in your presence. and then there was ryan, the bartender down the street, who always slid you free drinks and let you have anything on the menu just to make you happy.

but none of them held a candle to john price.

your bestest friend. the one who spoiled you the most, took care of you the best and though none of those other idiots knew it— fucked you the best.

which was why it pissed him off so damn much when you waltzed into his apartment, still giggling from whatever stupid joke james had whispered in your ear on the walk over.

"you're in a good mood," price grunted, not looking up from the stove where he was making your favourite, homemade mac and cheese, the kind with three different cheeses and crispy breadcrumbs on top.

"mhm," you hummed, plopping onto his couch like you owned it (you did). "james took me to that new bakery today. got me a whole box of pastries."

price’s grip on the wooden spoon tightened. "that so?"

"yep. and then henry came by to fix my sink, again, and brought me flowers. said they reminded him of me." you twirled a lock of hair around your finger, grinning at the way price’s jaw flexed. "pretty, right?"

price turned the stove off with a sharp click and stalked toward you. you didn’t even flinch when his big hands planted on either side of you, caging you in.

"let me get this straight," he rumbled, voice dripping with something dark. "james buys you sweets, henry brings you flowers, and ryan feeds you like a damn stray kitten. and yet here you are, in my flat, eating my food, about to climb into my bed like you don’t have them all wrapped around your pretty little finger."

you blinked up at him, all faux innocence. "well, yeah. but you like spoiling me."

a growl ripped from his chest. "damn right i do." his calloused fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up. "but i don’t like sharing."

you smirked. "jealous, captain?"

his answer was a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulled away, leaving you breathless.

"eat your damn mac and cheese," he ordered, straightening up. "then i’m reminding you exactly why you don’t need anyone else."

you grinned, kicking your feet like a gleeful little brat.

because why settle for just one man wrapped around your finger when you could have them all, especially the one who hated sharing you the most?