#first task first task first task!

[itsscaredycat]

the triangle obtains a mortal human body! and depth perception!

edit: AU created by @/waty_mot and @/LosanPostle on twitter!

[lxvvie]

This isn't Simon's first time, but it sure as hell felt like it.

And intimacy is like navigating uncharted territory. Sure, he's had his fair share of bedmates, and they've seen and felt his body, but no one's ever seen and felt his body the way you have.

The way you are. Right now. Holding him. In your arms.

Fuck, he's in his head again, but it's second nature at this point. He knew he wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and while he was good at keeping a healthy opinion of his looks, there were moments where he... yeah. He wonders. Like right now. You fancied a shag, Simon fancied a shag, and everything was falling into place until you undressed him and looked—really looked—at your soldier and... bloody hell.

What? He looks like he feels (fuck this latest mission)? Doesn't look like he's gotten enough sleep? The latest cuts and burn marks too scary for you, sweetheart? Fuck if he knows, but you were staring a little to hard for comfort, and Simon was feeling a little self-conscious.

Scratch that, he was incredibly self-conscious.

So imagine Simon's surprise when you pushed him onto the bed, crawled to him, and then proceeded to lie on top of him like a bloody blanket. What the fuck? But no, you didn't stop there, sweetheart. You caressed his face, kissed his forehead, whispered reassurances and blessings against his skin, ran your eyes over him like he was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, and encouraged him—commanded him, really—to relax.

So much for that fuckin' shag then.

And it's not like Simon's complaining. Much. Not when those arms, so used to holding weapons, dead, or injured comrades, are wrapped around something so soft, so welcoming, so fuckin' loving, and goddamn, maybe this is what he needed after all.

You kiss Simon's temple this time, tell him it's alright, he's safe, and to just be in the moment, and never had intimacy felt so... good before.

This wasn't Simon's first time, but it bloody well should have been.

[simonbrain]

you rarely call price by his first name. it's usually just a very cheery cap! or a stoic price when you need to remind him of the objective, but whenever you do call him john—you tried jonathan once as a joke, and the piercing stare he gave you made that the first and last time—it's warm, earnest. you almost seem shy uttering it, judging by the softness of your voice, but he calms your nerves with a fond look and an affectionate squeeze on the back of your neck.

getting the privilege of calling soap by his first name, let alone johnny, was an accomplishment in itself. you noticed how ghost was the only one who called him johnny, and so you took that as a sign to never refer to him as anything other than his ridiculous callsign and occasionally an incredulous bloody hell, mactavish, whenever he says something outrageous.

until you did slip up one night, but soap didn't seem to mind too much. he quite liked how his first name sounded in your voice, and when he offered you to call him johnny instead, which you mumbled under your breath to test it out, his surprised expression morphed into a genuine smile, one so pretty a rush of energy zipped through you. now, he won't let you call him anything except johnny—pretty much threatens you.

gaz was the first one on the team who allowed you to call him by his first name. hearing you mumble a tired morning, kyle or a warning but unserious kylie... when he's being a little shit makes his day a little brighter. you'd think the two of you were good mates with many years of friendship under your belts with the way you mock and poke at each other—especially when he lets you get away with calling him the most ridiculous pet names, like pookie, of all things.

while you seem to maintain good relations with your team, close ones even, there's just one person who stumps you. one big, enigmatic bastard who gives you creepy looks and speaks in nothing but cryptic language.

it honestly feels like your lieutenant dislikes you; no wonder you're still stuck with calling him by his callsign.

(poor ghost has been waiting for weeks for those plush lips of yours to utter his name. not ghost, not lieutenant or sir, but simon.

it's getting painful how oblivious you are to his attempts at giving you the green light to use his first name; the hard stare he gives you after hearing yet another formal greeting fall from your lips only seems to make you straighten up even more, and the annoyance radiating off of him every time you call him ghost scares you further away from him.

you're so formal with him, and he doesn't know what else to do—he just wants to be called a cute stupid nickname, too.)

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Diner with Simon ghost Riley and the 141

Part 1 part 2

Simon was pissed, all the recruits had to do was count, mark, then place in the correct spot, what weapons they had, and somehow every time they counted they got wildly different numbers and everything was out of order, and now he has to step in a figure it out, even worse, all he wanted was to see his perfect little wife but that won’t happen cause this mess is gonna take hours to sort. All he wants to do now is get this over quickly and quietly but no that won’t happen either “uh lieutenant, there’s some cute girl here she says she’s your wife, i should send her out right” the recruit said making it seem like Simon could never be married especially to someone like you and that pissed Simon off “no don’t send her off you fuckin idiot send her to my office, she’s my wife so watch your mouth” the recruit looked so scared as he ran off to let you in.

You came in with your giant smile, huge bag of food and you walked right up to Simon “what’re ya doin’ here lovie” “I knew you wouldn’t eat if you weren’t home so I brought you some food, and I missed you” you whispered the last part as you put your bag on his desk “I uhm also brought food for your friends” as if on cue Soap burst open the door dramatically and yelled “you brought me food! Oh Lieutenant, I think your wife loves me” Simon just shot him a warning look before both Price and Gaz walked in “do we get food too” Gaz asked genuinely “yes I brought food for everyone cause I knew none of you would eat and I could practically hear Soap complaining if I only brought Simon food” you said with a simple laugh as you started handing them their food.

Simon just sat in his chair defeated, he was never gonna live this one down, and he couldn’t even be mad at you, you were just being nice. He would hear the jokes for the rest of his career and probably after that too and yet the night still got worse for him. A brand new recruit probably pressured into spying on his superiors peered around the corner and then immediately ran off before any of them could reprimand him, this sight would get twisted so wildly he could already imagine it. Sigh, well he did say all he wanted was to see his wife

tags- @brialia69420 @bearyark

[kafrcknboombaby]

neighbors

setting: reader's room shares a wall with ghost's in the barracks.

ghost can't stand that he can hear you changing into your pajamas, but yet you're never kind enough to let him see you in those tiny shorts and t-shirt.

so he pulls the fire alarm.

everyone in the building is outside behind the barracks and ghost finally catches sight of you.

you're seething. the fire alarm has never been pulled before and its way to chilly out to be in whatever you're not wearing this evening, so you resort to clutching your arms over your chest and gently bouncing your knees, the annoyed glare at nothing in particular still on your face.

you all get the go-ahead to come back inside, ghost following your trail.

"cold out, is i-?" he asks, head nodding slightly down to your hard nipples poking through your light shirt.

embarrassment washes over you, followed swiftly by anger. you hike up the stairs, ghost hot on your heels.

he reaches his door before you get to yours.

"don't make me file a fucking report on you, ghost."

as you reach for the knob of your door, you hear him chuckle to himself and your head whips around at him. he slowly turns to you, his tall presence looming and dark eyes zeroing in on yours.

"i handle those reports, sarge." and you swore you almost saw him smile underneath his mask.

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15 minutes later you're in bed trying to fall asleep. one side of your brain trying to decode your interaction earlier and the other part fixated on the pure heat between your legs.

your vibrator turns on a moment later. jesus, wet already? this won't take long.

your mind fogs immediately as you recall the way ghost motioned down to your tits earlier, not to mention that he'd be the one to read your report. what kind of a comment was that, by the way? does he want you to file one? to read your memories of how he lingered on your body for a little too long earlier? to recall how he knew you could read his filthy, desperate thoughts?

"i'll file that fucking report," you exhale as the deep churning in your stomach begins to intensify.

i'll cum on it first, too, you thought.

and meanwhile, ghost's cock just twitched when he heard that, jaw clenched while his hand gently squeezes at his base.

jesus fucking christ, he needed you to drop that off in-person. show up at his door, that look on your face again, just so he could drag you inside his room, lock you in and toss you on his bed. immediately climbing on top of you with your ankles on his shoulders. bulge in his pants so tight he asks you to please please please unbutton and unzip them to give him some relief before lifting your hips and sliding yours off.

then ghost let a moan slip.

a big one -- too big.

you heard it and your vibrator switched off, which frightened ghost to fucking death. you perked your ears and listened. was that... labored breathing?

"ah-em," you cleared your throat in an obviously coaxing tone.

that was all it took for ghost to come barreling out of bed, which, in turn, made you toss your toy and bounce up to unlock your door.

the fucking look in his eyes when you opened it -- pure hunger.

there weren't enough hours in the night for what he wanted with you.

good thing you're neighbors.

[bruciemilf]

Bruce: Bed by 9, no sugar, no scary movies, no world domination. Got it?

Thomas Wayne Junior, professional (and extremely unreliable) uncle: Aye aye boss

TJ literally two hours later, watching 10 year old Dick steal the Batmobile to hunt Zucco down:

[necrobunni]

me, very high, just realized i unconsciously twerk when i’m baked. not like full ass clap or anything. just lil movements. lil grind. like my ass has a rhythm all its own.

and now I’m imagining being high with Simon Riley.

sitting on his lap, smoking, watching TV. chillin’. heavy thighs across his, ass comfortably posted. all chill. he's warm. a perfect human furnace

and outta nowhere you just start throwin’ it back. not even on purpose. just vibin'. slow lil grind. just a rhythm in your hips and you're too high to notice.

and Simon?? man’s stiff. quiet. doesn’t say shit. probably thinks you're just malfunctioning.

he's built like a fucking tank, and you can still feel him stiffen under you.

but you keep doing it. no awareness. you don't clock it, just baked and grinding.

and he’s under you, getting harder and harder, saying nothing not even daring to breathe. dying inside.

quiet. respectful. Suffering.

he doesn’t shift. doesn’t move you. just sits there letting you grind real gentle, real slow, like it’s nothing.

like it’s not driving him insane.

and then you shift a little more. sink down just a touch in his lap.

and you hear it.

a low. deep. barely there grunt:

"Fuckin’ hell..."

you pause. glance back.

"...you alright?"

his jaw’s tight. hands gripping your thighs just a little harder now. he clears his throat, looks away from you, and mutters something low that sounds like a prayer or a threat, hard to tell.

And you.

you just blink. Shrug. go back to watching tv like nothing happened, meanwhile he’s underneath you, chest rising hard, pupils blown, fists clenched just trying not to disrupt you.

Trying to be good.

he’s this close to snapping. but he won’t. not yet.

not while you're sittin’ pretty, high as hell, still lightly bouncin’.

unaware of driving a grown man to the edge of divinity.

pt 2.

[gengangare]

Group shot 📸

[muppenthings]

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Arion is having The Worst Day™. But for Taniel it's just a day's work.

Last panel is the face of Cetus' brain catching up again and realizing who he just snarled at. :)

[chalkrub]

assorted art fights, one of which I even tried to use a new semi-lineless style on….actually using art fight to experiment, can you believe it?

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[mctvsh]

first post here so i'm quite nervous, but!

all i can think of kidnapped!enemy!medic!reader x poly!tf141

cw: military & war inaccuracies + some medical inaccuracies as well, reader uses she/her pronouns, and is mostly girl based, mentions of religion & prayer, first time writing so it will unfortunately be sloppy 💕

let's just say the boys (mostly one you've come to known as, Ghost) haven't been too kind to you. taken from a random battlefield where you were technically there to help YOUR team. they practically throw you over their shoulder and find some fucked up abandoned building with nobody around to help..

great. now what?

you're mostly terrified, and a little pissed. you've heard a few things about them, whispers around your base which, to be frank, aren't the kindest words you've heard about someone! one of them is bleeding out, some guy with a mohawk and a Scottish accent. some gash on his.. thigh? you haven't really been listening since you're scared out of your mind.

your clothes are sticking quite uncomfortably on you, the wet concrete floor has made your ass numb. until they all come in. staring down at you like you're some piece of prey, holding a limping Scot.

"Fix him, yeah?" mutton-chops.

your eyes snap over to the guy who you assumed is the Captain. huh!?

"Uh- I.. need my tools-" you practically squeak out. avoiding eye contact. your medbag was taken from you the second they basically claimed you as 'theirs.'

you hear a grunt (Ghost, you're guessing) and then, thankfully, your medbag being thrown right at you.

you bite at your now chapped lips and create a makeshift bed with your jacket now on the floor and hesitantly nod to the dark skin. he was pretty, ah — getting side tracked. he was the one holding the Scot up, who had stopped his incessant comments (jokes, but weren't very funny) and was now grunting.

unfortunately, you're a medic, a person who helps people, before you're anything else.

the dark skinned male sets the Scot down, and you can see his shudder.. and you almost begin to feel bad before you feel a gun pressed to your back.

great.

"I can't help him if you're doing that." you swallow, thickly. you'll be killed!? isn't that a damn war crime!?

you feel the gun retreat after a few seconds of silence. you breathe out, albeit shakily, but trying not to give them a chance to know how terrified you were.

you locate the source of the bleeding, it isn't too bad at all. you open your medbag, grab some trauma shears, and you cut through his slacks, big enough to work on the stab wound which wasn't too deep but it still needed stitches.

you grab some gauze, disinfectant, numbing cream, and a thread and needle. okay, time to get to work..

it had been a little over 10 minutes. finally finished up with stitching as you place a bandage around his thigh, his pant leg wasn't fully cut off so it was definitely still wearable..

the second you finish up you're being pulled away by the scruff of your neck (Ghost again), your tools splayed out on the floor, thrown off to the side with a Captain staring down right at you.

"Your name?"

you blink up at him. muttering your name as you shuffle a little closer to the corner of the abandoned building. the dark skin and Ghost hover over the Scot instead. which meant that mutton-chops over here, was gonna grill you.. you think. until he stays silent and gives a hum in acknowledgment.

he would be handsome, kind even, if he wasn't staring down at you like that.

your eyes flick over to a Scot who had now been sat up with the help of a narrow eyed dark skin. you bite down, hard at your bottom lip. drawing some blood. you hear a grunt coming from the Scot who had, unfortunately, been feeling okay.

seems the numbing cream did it's job.. because he's back to flirting and making jokes.

"Thanks for patchin' me up, bonnie."

it's not like you had a choice... you nod at him and continue looking down at the floor.

"We'll take 'er back to base." Ghost.

your eyes widen and you suddenly feel a little more religious, praying to whatever God is up there and hoping for the best.

"Aye, a pretty lass, ain't she?" that damn Scot!

they're talking as if you're not right here!

"We still have hours before there's a chopper coming for us." the Captain, and that's all he says as he brings out a cigar. lighting it in your face as if it's some.. joke.

"Aye." the skull-mask says before his brooding body walks over to a corner, staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

and suddenly, you feel a very familiar lump in your throat.. back to THEIR base!? who knows what they'll do to you..

[qwantzfeed]

future me has access to more knowledge, so his decision-making should be better, so it's therefore best i let him make all the hard calls.  and all the easy ones too.  frankly, calls of ANY sort are simply none of my beeswax

[bewitchedsouls]

riding simon

warnings: smut, nsfw, mdni!!! 18+

• simon loves watching you bounce on his dick

• loves the fact that when you do he can watch your tits bounce and watch your eyes screw shut and eyebrows tense

• his grip on your hips getting tighter the deeper his dick slips into you, he knows it will leave bruises and he loves the thought, just knowing you’re walking around marked by him, the shape of his hands bruised into your body

• loves when you collapse onto his chest and he can feel your entire body against him, loves when you hide your face into his neck and you pepper kisses there

• loves hearing your cute moans right next to his ear, finds it hard not to cum right then and there

• he spurts words of praise over and over the closer he gets, eventually wants to cum so badly he holds your ass and bucks his hips up into you at the fastest pace he possibly can, which sends you into an even further euphoria

• when he does cum he makes sure it’s deep inside you, as far as his dick can go in

• after a moment of catching his breath he whispers an ‘I love you so much’ into your ear as you both stay there for a minute, enjoying each others embrace

[thatoneautisticshark]

This, which I have been working on for ages and couldn't get right. They don't even fully fuck at the end lol.

But virgin soap gets his first dildo, and is feeling religious guilt. Price and Ghost help.

TW Sexually explicit, anxiety, religious guilt.

Johnny could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he carried the parcel through the halls. He felt like everyone knew exactly what was in the parcel, and everyone was staring.

Everyone knew good little Christian boy Johnny had bought a dildo.

He could feel his face heating up and had never been so grateful to see his door, quickly walking in and slamming the door.

He chucked the parcel on his bed, staring at it. He really bought this, and it was fine. It was natural to need release.

He tore open the parcel, revealing the unassuming black box, and jumped back as if he'd been burned.

Nope nope nope.

Never mind, he couldn't fucking do this.

He took about ten minutes to breath resting his head against the wall. He was being silly. He knew that.

But… he just couldn't.

But he also spent 60 bucks on that. He wasn't going to waste it. He needed to stop being a chicken, if only for the sake of his money.

He grabbed the box, ignoring his hands shaking and opened one of the flaps and into his hands fell… a small bottle of lube.

Strawberry flavoured.

Johnny squeaked, whole face turning bright red as he instinctively threw the bottle, it bouncing on his bed.

Strawberry flavoured? It was fucking flavoured? What the fuck? Oh he was going to hell for sure. As the lube came to a halt, he saw the note attached “A bonus because you are a fruit :)”

Johnny flushed, squeaking louder. Oh god, the lube was mocking him.

The lube knew.

He slid down the wall head between his knees, he needed to calm down. He wasn't going to die, no matter what his heart rate may suggest.

It was okay.It was lube and a dildo.

He nearly died on the regular for crying out loud, this was fine. It was no big deal.He grabbed the box. Pulling out the solid black dildo, feeling the weight in his hands, the silicon.

And nope no. He fucking couldn't. He shoved it and the lube away in a drawer if his night stand, burying his face in the pillow.

“Oh fuck I can't do this.”

It took him two days and about 60 different google searches and articles to finally pull it out again, setting it on his bed.

As he actually looked at it, he blinked in total disbelief. “For beginners? For beginners are they on fucking drugs this is huge … how am I even meant to… huh?”

Johnny sat on the bed, burying his head in his knees as tears streaked his face. He couldn't fucking do this, it was so wrong, he was guaranting himself a spot in hell by doing this.

God he was such a baby, a big strong military man fucking sobbing over a dildo!

He suddenly heard a knock on his door. “Johnny? Are you okay?”

Oh fuck that was Ghost.

“Mactavish? What's wrong?” Price was with him? Oh shit.

Johnny was so so glad he locked the door. He couldn't imagine his captain and Lieutenant walking in on this. Then he heard the door creaks open, and realised with absolute dread he in fact hadn't locked it.

And both of his bosses were walking in, on him sobbing on his head in front of a dildo. He couldn't move though, couldn't bring himself to sit up, to wipe his tears and tell them he was fine.

So instead he let his head drop against the pillows, still sobbing, albeit a little louder.

Price moved slowly into soaps field of vision. “Uhm… What happened son?” Soap heaved slightly still laying motionless on the bed and sobbing as he watched both Ghost and Prices eyes dart to the dildo.

Standing tall and proud on his pillow.

Ghost sat on the bed next to johnny, threading a hand into his mohawk. “Breathe Johnny. You're okay, what's going on?”

Johnny leaned into the hand, but continued to sob.

Price awkwardly patted his back “There there”

“God hates meeee!! He's gonna fucking smite me and I'm going to hell” Johnny burried his face back in the pillow, whole body shaking with sobs.

Ghosts voice came softer than Johnny had ever heard it. “God doesn't hate you, Johnny. What's wrong? Why do you think you are going to hell?”

Johnny gulped, breath hitching “Because I'm gayyy…. And like men … and I'm gonna burn in hell because I bought a dildooooo!”

His breath heaved again as he heard an inhale from one of the other men , but continues

”And it's a waste of money… b-because I can't even fucking … it's… I can'tttt it's confusing!” He heard an odd noise from Simon, but the hand in his hair didn't stop, and neither did Price patting his back.

Johnny was slowly beginning to register what he actually just said, to both his superiors, but didn't have time to back track before Simon was talking.

“Okay.. uh So… You've never done anything like this before… and you bought the dildo, but now you are feeling religious guilt… and you can't work out how to use it?”

Johnny flushed a bright red but nodded, slowly painstakingly lifting his head so he could see the other two men.

They were looking at each other silently communicating, something Johnny had always found exceedingly impressive -and hot. The way they just had to look at one another to decide something had always impressed Johnny.

However he was finding it much less cool when it was about him, he had no clue what they were working out about him, and it was humiliating and incredibly anxiety inducing.

Finally price silently nodded at Simon and the large man turned to Johnny, looking him dead in the eyes. “We could teach you Johnny, if you wanted.” Simon offered voice still that soft gentle tone as if Johnny would break if he was louder.

Then his brain suddenly caught up with what was said. He turned bright red, spluttering. They would help? What!?He wouldn't be against it, he loved both of them, and they were hot as fuck.

He really couldn't work this out alone. But where the hell did that offer come from?

Price seemed to take his silence as discomfort, moving to sit on the bed.

“Or we can just forget any of this happened if yo-”

Johnny scrambled to cut him off. “No no no no. I-...I want …” He gulped ..hoping that got the point across, without him having to explicitly say it.

Simon grinned, or atleast Johnny was fairly sure he did, because of the crinkle of his eyes. Something Johnny loved to pick up on.

Price moved a hand to gently stroke Johnny's thigh, nothing sexual about it, a simple bit of comfort, but it still made Johnny's dick throb.

“Okay… we'll discuss a few boundaries things and then start okay?”

Johnny nodded slowly sitting up, still bright pink, but he sat up anyways, squeaking as Ghost wrapped an arm round him, pulling him flush against that hot muscled chest.

Prices hands gently moved to the Scots hips, and he pressed a kiss to others forehead.

Simon rested his forehead against the back Johnny's head. “D’ye know safe words? Actually I'll assume not. Basically a way to say how you are feeling. So we'll just go traffic light okay”

Johnny frowned “What's the traffic light?” he murmured soft and uncertain.

Price smiled softly “It's a system of simple words to tell us how you are doing. So red is stop, Yellow is slow down, or take a break. Let you get your bearings, and green is all good.”

The captain gently rubbed his hands all up Johnny's torso, tough hands massaging the tension out of his muscles, letting the scot process.

Johnny nodded, committing it to memory, trying to calm his nerves, he knew he was okay, he trusted these two with his life, he could trust them with his virginity and arsehole.

He slowly relaxed against the chest of his lieutenant, leaning into the hands feeling up his body. It was okay, he knew this.

Simons deeper voice rumbled again, and Johnny could feel the chest under him vibrate. “If you say stop, we'll stop okay? Any time, no matter what. We want it to be good for you, alright love?”

And Johnny would be lying if he said that pet name didn't go right to his dick, the care and sweetness, while talking about fucking him, he nodded and felt himself being gently pushed down against the bed.

Price shifted gently placing pillows around Johnny..and then he placed a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling back to watch the others reaction.

Johnny felt his whole face flush a bright pink, eyes blowing wide and mouth hanging open dumbly.

He had been kissed.

Kissed.

By Price! His hot arse captain. Price huffed slightly. “That okay lovie?”

He questioned softly while grabbing Soaps dildo and the strawberry lube, placing the dildo on the table, and the lube in Simon's hand.

Simon, who Johnny suddenly processed, had his mask off! Simon was completely bare faced, and he couldn't work out if Simon was pretty or hot. He was both so rugged and tough, with pretty curls and his soft eyes.

And Johnny swore if there was a heaven he was in it. Big gentle hands, he couldn't even tell who tugged his shirt over his head, and Simon dove down peppering gentle kisses all over Johnny's chest.

Johnny's head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan escaping his lips at the feeling the gentle kisses slowly turning more open mouthed and wet, Prices hand still on his hips.

It was already so so much, but it was …. Amazing. It felt so good he could barely register what was happening as hands roamed his skin, nails scraping and fingers squeezing.

Simon smirked as he took a nipple into his mouth, causing the Scots hips to buck up, and body tense.

Johnny was brought slightly back to reality by Prices hand finding his hair, grabbing but not yanking. Gently stroking it back. “Mouthy isn't Simon? Has an oral fixation I swear”

The normalcy of it could have made Johnny sob with relief, it was the men.he was comfortable with, and they were acting the same as always. It was so comfortable and safe.

Johnny barely got out an affirming hum, pressing his face against the hand in his hair, much like a cat. Ghost cooed softly placing wet, sloppy kisses down the Scots chest, stopping near the band of his trousers when the man under him tensed.

“Okay, Johnny? Can I keep going?”Johnny slowly nodded, uncertainly, although some of his fear disappeared once price tilted his head up, gently kissing him.

His lips moved clumsily bumping against prices, teeth gnashing slightly, until Price pulled back, still gently cupping Soaps jaw. “Lovie, have … have you ever kissed anyone?”

Johnny felt a bright red blush creeping up his face as he quickly shook his head.

Price's expression just softened even more. “Right. Just relax, let me kiss you, your lips will move naturally okay?”

Johnny nodded as those wonderful warm lips collided with his again, His captains tongue tracing his lips and hand cupping his face as if he were precious.

He had entirely forgotten about Simon until a warm heat engulfed his dick and his hips bucked up. He barely registered the slight gagging noise from below him, a guttural moan escaping his mouth.

He had never felt anything like that before it was so so hot. It felt amazing but weird.He was just getting his bearings slightly back, cracking his eyes open to see Simon, looking up at him through his lashes.

And then the fucking cunt hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Johnny's vision went white, eyes rolling back. He really felt Simon was attempting to suck his soul out through his dick.

He rolled over, a bit overwhelmed with sensations, burying his face in what he thought was a pillow, and quickly worked out was Price's thigh.

A warm hand came to rest in his hair again, and Price gently lifted his head. “colour, darling?"

Colour?

Johnny blinked dumbly at him, confused.

A thumb was gently rubbed along the bone under his eye. “Your colour love. Green, red or yellow” He clarified.

“Uhm..g-green.. it…it feels good” Johnny stuttered out, hiding his blushing face, as

Price cooed for communicating.

Johnny didn't think he'd ever been praised so much for talking. It was so overwhelming but so sweet.

He carefully cracked his eyes open looking down, and the sight made his dick throb. Simons hands were braced on the Scots thighs, and he was bobbing his head with fever.

He seemed to sense the gaze on him, looking up and making eye contact, directly while continuing to suck, before swallow Johnny all the way, nose buried in the dark curly pubes.

Johnny squeaked, cumming harder than he ever had before, cumming before he even realised he was. He buried his face in Price's thigh, moaning as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

He made incoherent noises, begging… for something, he didn't really know what he was begging for.

“Fuck … fuck… please..”

Price soothed him, letting him catch his breath until he finally looked down at Simon. Simon who had a mouth full of Johnny's cum, and was leaning up to kiss price with it.

Oh fuck.

His dick gave a valiant throb, even though there was no way in hell he could continue going. That was hot.

Price eagerly gulping down his cum, from Simons mouth, murmuring about how good it was.

God could get fucked, Johnny decided. He didn't give a shit was magical sky daddy felt, he evidently had never got his dick sucked like this.

[gazbusters]

husband!gaz with his beloved pregnant!wife <3 – lowercase intentional

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⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ he is absolutely ecstatic when you announce to him that you're pregnant, picking you up and spinning you around

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ now he's been pampering you before, but now? princess treatment to the MAX.

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ doesn't really care about a gender reveal, he loves you guys' kid no matter the gender they turn out to be, but you insist on at least baking a few muffins or a small cake with colored filling!

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ once you do do a reveal it was just you two during a cute little picnic! he takes a bite of whatever baked goods you made and the filling is… green? of course he comforts you when you start crying :(

"oh hun, I'm so happy we're having a little Shrek baby, don't cry…"

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⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ once you're in your third trimester you suggest doing that trend where you strap a big watermelon to his stomach, giving him a taste of what you feel day by day … he gave up after three hours

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ safe to say that he won't let you do a single thing anymore until it's time for labor – househusband mode activated

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ trash? taken out. dishes? done. hungry? takeout. want something home-cooked? just say the word. laundry? done. you crave chips/chocolate/ice cream but you just ran out?

"go rest on the couch, luv. here's the remote, I'll be back in 10."