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‼️18+ only‼️they/them | mid 20s, Aus | AO3: honeycomb712 | i dont tag spoilers !! minors PLEASE go away

[captainjamster]

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[ottervii]

Procrastination, am i right

[quarterlifekitty]

accidentally falling asleep on the couch in the living room of plug nikolai’s home because everything’s so comfy and cozy. then later waking up to him standing at the front door, in the middle of a deal with price. you rustling awake in the background caught his attention, his baby blues looking you over in your tiny shorts and nik’s sweater. nikolai noticed you woke up too so he steps away for a moment to go coo at you and coax you back to sleep. i feel like seeing how domesticated nik’s gotten you’d be enough for price to pop a half-chub.

“Sorry to shop and run,” Price says with a rare look of actual apology on his face, handing a sealed envelope over. Nik takes it with the same kind smile he always does.

“Don’t worry about it. Plenty of time to catch up after this next job, no?” His attention suddenly drifts when some rustling sounds from inside, a quiet little ‘Kolya?’ barely audible. Just like that, the envelope is forgotten on the entryway table right next to the dish for keys and loose change.

Price makes the decision to intrude a little by walking a few steps forward, just in time to see Nik kissing your nose.

“Go back down, maýshka. I’ll carry you to bed soon.”

You murmur something Price can’t make out, wiggling back into your little cocoon, huffing as if exhausted. Nikolai nuzzles noses with you before kissing your forehead and getting back up, leaning to tug the string on the lamp by the couch so it can’t keep you up. Now the living room just has soft lighting cast from the kitchen.

“Don’t suppose that’s a customer,” John states, Nikolai shooing him back to the door. Bastard still has his boots on.

“No. Not a customer. I’ll introduce you next time you visit at a more human hour.”

Price leaves, unable to shake the mental image of you, sleepy and warm, prone beneath him as he slides his leaking cock between the slick lips of your cunt.

[yeenybeanies]

limited palette commission for @aessedia87 of the bath tub scene in her fic “Wildflower”

this piece was a bit of a roller coaster because i almost lost it when CSP crashed BUT WE GOT IT BACK!!! & i think it turned out spectacular 💖

[lume-arts]

[ravinouzz]

@laswells-ashtray

[lume-arts]

[laswells-ashtray]

to quote my gran, "that's fucking brilliant"

[cchipollo]

tiny laswell

[codthrow]

Hey COD throw, I was curious if you could draw a cowboy Phillip graves? Maybe as a ranch hand, or as our fellow Texan commander…Thank you! Love your art!,,

i see cowboy and i must draw......

ill finish this one day i swear 😭

[blau04]

Haiii, if you still draw requests, can you please draw Graves? 🥺 I miss him

Thank you for your request🤠

[that-ace-up-your-sleeve]

Nikprice bears

[laswells-ashtray]

Simon isn't one for escapades at work.

He thinks about it, about curling his fingers around the band across Johnny's neck and tugging it while the Scotsman chokes on his cock. But he isn't so desperate for it that he can't wait.

With his back to the wall and Johnny's thigh between his legs, he feels no better than a horny teenager. Grinding down on the man's thigh and panting into the crook of his neck while his sergeant utters filth into his ear.

"There ye go, darlin. Take wit ye can get."

Simon is aware that the humiliation is causing both the tips of his ears to burn red and his cock to jerk in the confines of his boxers, but he can't voice his complaints without risking them getting caught fondling each other in a cupboard.

And it's difficult to feel irritated when every roll of his hips bleeds the tension from his shoulders.

His shirt is stuck to his back, skin damp with sweat, and his breath is wet against Johnny's neck, not that the man voices any complaints about it. In fact, he offers his encouragement by grabbing a handful of Simon's arse and gripping so tightly that the pale skin will likely bruise even under his jeans.

"This wit ye were aw up in a fuss fir? Too hard up fir it? Poor lamb."

For a man Simon has repeatedly brought to tears, Johnny has no problem with being a condescending little prick. Even when Simon is crushing his thigh between his legs like a vice in his desperation to get off.

He resents that Johnny is so familiar with him in the biblical sense that the man can recognise the spasm in his lower back as he tries to keep a steady rhythm, the familiar grunt of a man desperately trying to stay quiet.

"Gonnae cum in yer drawers on the clock? Dirty wee fucker."

Simon feels no shame about sinking his teeth into Johnny's shoulder, biting the other man's shirt, and wetting the fabric with his saliva as he cums. It's almost worth the aggravation of dampness that spreads through the boxers he has to wear for the rest of the day.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Pre-work thought, dug from the depths of discord (April of LAST YEAR fuck), free to a good home, lord knows if I'm ever gonna write it up eventually blah blah blah

Delusional hook up Ghost. He's a weirdo, and he disappears for weeks and months at a time, but he's a good lay and you're really cool with the arrangement. And one day you ask him to pick up food on the way to your place because you worked late and didn't have time to eat. He does it because why wouldn't he? That same night the condom breaks and you let him come inside a couple times, then ask for the money for the morning after pill and supplies to make the coming symptoms not quite so bad. He hands it over without a fuss.

The problem is that a month later, laying in his bed this time, he interrupts your afterglow with, "'M no good at this. Relationships."

Relationship??? You start wincing your way out of bed to find your clothes. Get dressed with a lot of hmmms and uh huhs and awwws as he tells you that he's in the military, he's got a difficult past, no one taught him to love, all the usual "I want a relationship without the responsibility" crap. He gets up to follow you as you make your way to the front door, like a pitbull at the pound, all muscles and sad eyes.

He's phenomenal in bed, so you don't block his number on the train home. But it's a near thing.

[wyvern-whiskey]

sketch

[rawme-price]

Thinking about reader exclusively referring to ghost as "the missus"...

Really, it started as a joke. A little teasing jab at ghost for always being so soft with you, more affection than malice when you chose the title.

Offered anonymity, too. When other soldiers were talking about their sweet things at home, you could slip right in with "the missus is the same with me. Clinging to me all the time." Instead of mentioning lieutenant riley and having to explain why you, as a sergeant, are dating ghost.

That doesn't stop the fact ghost blushes bright red when you casually comment "the missus loves it when I'm big spoon. Settles her down right quick." At the breakfast table. Or when you snort at prices usual complaint about his wife and add "my darling gifts me stuff too. It's so cute, her little crafts, keeps the missus occipied."

Ghost should be embarrassed by it. He's a 6 foot fuck-around giant of a man who's killed more people than he cares to count. His skin is rough with callouses and scars and no one would ever describe him as pretty.

Except....except you do. You call ghost your "pretty little missus." And you...mean it?

It makes ghosts stomach flutter in a weird way. He likes being your missus. The idea that he even could be something soft and tucked away from war like all the other soldiers wives are.

Ghost makes eggs for you in the morning the same as he always does, but smiles to himself about acting like your missus. He cuddles you in bed, he tries to bake you cookies. He's domestic and soft and everything simon has never been allowed to be.

When you call him "missus" ghost feels...seen. loved. It's...nice.

[cobaltbeam]

Simon "big Softie" Riley

[segamascott]

[rawme-price]

Thinking about roomate!ghost being free use because, being legally dead, you end up paying his portion of rent too.

Except...he...doesn't really care whenever you do decide to use him.

The whole situation sprang from a joke you made after he confessed he couldn't really pay rent, and instead of laughing it off ghost nodded and said "alroight. Deal." Well...ghost is a good looking man, and you've done worse things with your money.

The whole arrangement becomes shockingly normal.

Ghost is almost always woken up by you groping him or grinding on his thigh lazily, not yet awake and enjoying the haze. Or when he's having his morning tea, you'll be under the table sucking on his tip. Whether or not he gets hard is unimportant to you, but it is fun to watch him squirm when you use him soft.

You get six feet, three hundred pounds of prime meat to play with and you are not letting it go to waste. Ghost doesn't mind so long as you don't interrupt him too much.

Riding him while he watches a documentary, fingering him when he's reading a book in bed. Groping his chest, tummy, thighs all you want. There's not a moment that goes by without ghost sporting some sort of bruise from you.

It...does make for an awkward conversation when ghost invites his captain over and completely forgets to mention said invitation on the very day you decide to test out new dildos in the living room.

Captain price, in his good graces, stands in the hallway while ghost cleans up for twenty minutes.