let's explore that voice for sex a lil more. something maybe about a comms channel left open? something overheard?
The mission is over, technically. Thankfully. Because there's no way that Gaz is maintaining any kind of situational awareness with Ghost huffing and grunting in his ear like this.
At first, he'd thought the sniper was running, had almost made a joke about him getting old and soft from laying about in a nest all day. Hell, the heat is getting to him, too; he's sweating so much he's been fantasizing about a cold shower.
Well all of that comes to a screeching halt when Ghost pants "Gaz, Kyle. Fuck." then grunts like it comes from deep in his belly.
Gaz's brain goes from fantasizing to fantasizing real quick. He imagines the way that tattooed forearm flexes, this his other hand must still be on his service weapon, just in case. Would he still be wearing his gloves? Was cum running down his bare and broken knuckles?
His voice breaks, and he has to clear his throat to answer. "Ghost?
"Fuckin' - " Ghost swears, and things jostle and crack like something's fallen. "The 'ell are you doin' on this channel?"
"It's the same channel we've been on," Gaz points out. His heart races, and he knows, knows, he's playing with fire, but he can't help but ask, "You, uh, you need help over there?"
He'd think Ghost had gone dark if he couldn't hear him still panting like he'd run a marathon. But eventually, he says - growls really - "You wanna 'elp me, Pretty Boy?"
Kyle's whole body goes hot and cold and hot again. He'd be lying if he said that getting a nickname from Ghost hadn't been the highlight of his year, that he'd imagined it being whispered in his ear, just like this. He licks his lips, opens his mouth -
"Not on this channel, he doesn't," Kate interjects, and her dry voice is a bucket of ice water in Kyle's veins.
eyes rolling back in my head[<-positive] thinking ab reader who's equal parts bitter and sad and longing and hating themselves for how badly they want just *a father* at graduation, knowing that, for one reason or another, theirs isnt coming. and ofc john is just about creaming his jeans thinking about [in his mind] a sweet whimpery young thing who just wants their dad to be proud of them. man is ECSTATIC hearing you give a handwavey little explanation of how 'oh, i dont need you to call me your *kid* or anything, s'not like i have to call you...ah., 'dad' or whatever, i just kinda wanna see someone there, y'know :/?' UGHHHHHH you know he'd be hamming it up for you at first. playing so sweeettt like he's just a warm gentleman :((( clapping and giving a classy little whoop or two for youuu!! waving when you cross the stage! patting your back when you come around with your diploma <3 [pay no mind to the fact that when he compliments you on how charming you look in your cap and gown his eyes are glazed like he's looking right through them. yeah sure you didn't *explicitly* ask him to be so affectionate, especially infront of your friends, but it is kinda nice to get a kiss on the forehead. and...on the cheek. and on your shoulder when the gown slips down an inch? but thats normal enough ofc, you're sure parents are always fussing and pecking their kids when they're all excited and proud! ect ect insert obligatory grazing his bulge against your ass and he just leans down to murmur in your ear with a wholesome little old man chuckle 'real crowded in here kid, huh? wanna go meet your professors?'] UGHHH im enchanted... oh great and womderful ghoul im so excited for the potential of whatever gross nasty genuinely-bad-person price behaviorisms you may come up with <3333
i wish i could just paste my entire outline here for you lol
he never is normal about it. he shows up and is already making dirty jokes about you, already talking about bouncing you on his knee and how much fun it is playing cowgirl with you now that you're older. he's too touchy, too affectionate, kisses you on the mouth and you can't turn away because you're bound by this new social convention of "it's not weird, it's just my dad" while price weaves a false tapestry of blossoming familial abuse that you appear to be a willing participant in.
openly, in front of your friends and their family, he is doing this openly and unabashedly. he is ruining your reputation to get himself off and yet when he does finally fuck you, you're the one that calls him "dad" and comes all over his cock, he doesn't even have to prompt you.
Ghost x afab!reader, jumping on that portal pussy bandwagon, anal, pussy eating, chat is it selfcest if you eat yourself out?, dom/sub vibes
Ghost tosses the portal pussy in front of you, as his cock prods at your asshole, smearing the lube and slick he'd pulled out of you with his fingers before shoving the other half of the portal over your cunt.
You blink at it, hazy, and Ghost drags your wrists into the small of your back. "Eat it."
"Huh?"
You jerk forward over the mattress, chin digging into it, and the pussy- your pussy- bumps your lips. You feel it, a soft brush against your folds, and gasp.
"I said, eat it. Until I say done," Ghost answers, and forces his cock into your ass with a brutal snap of his hips. You moan, body sliding again, and one hand holds your wrists as the other grips the back of your head, briefly forcing you down, lips parting across your own pussy, tasting your slick, clit throbbing on your tongue.
Fuck, oh fuck, hard fat cock in your ass and the musky-sweet taste of yourself, not licked off Ghost's fingers or cock but straight from the source, and you moan as your tongue curls over your clit. The matching sensation spurs you on, needing more, sucking at yourself as Ghost sets a fast, hard rhythm, taking your ass for himself while you feast on your pussy.
Each lick and suck hits you twice over, the mindfuck of it all, eating out a soft, wet pussy but feeling it on your own body, learning how to make yourself feel good from a new angle, no fingers to help you, just your own tongue wriggling into your hole, fucking yourself on it, drool and slick smearing across your cheeks. You suck your clit hard and lose the rhythm immediately, eyes rolling at the dual sensations, as Ghost keeps steadily gaping your ass open around his cock.
"Fuck, oh- I can't," you gasp, and lick across your pussy from hole to clit, shuddering. You know what you need to come but you can't do it, too lost in the pleasure of your tongue and lips, and Ghost takes the back of your head again and shoves you down into your pussy again, this time holding you there as you pant and squeal. Your ass burns around his cock, the clenching muscles only making it worse, pussy so sloppy wet it's obscene, feeling the spasms on your tongue as you moan, clenching around your tongue like a toy.
You can feel Ghost, you realize, the relentless pound of his cock rubbing against your tongue through the thin barrier between pussy and ass, and your tongue curls and your pussy gushes, his hand on your head and the powerful motions of his body forcing you to- grind against yourself, tongue rubbing up and down, in and out, you can't stop it and can't move against or for it, just riding the pressure and heat as it builds in your belly.
Your pussy clamps down, spasms building, and you pant and whine as your tongue is dragged over your clit again. Oh fuck, fuck fuckfuck, gonna come- "Baby, fuck, gonna come," you slur, sloppy with your own gushing fluids, and Ghost grunts behind you, picking up speed.
His cock splits your ass open, and you start to come as he pulls all the way out and shoves back inside, making you take it, and your clit grinds across your tongue as you lap over it, a little throbbing pulse, and oh god, the way your tongue is so wet and hot on your pussy, feeling your breath stutter, you can just barely suck at it and wriggle your tongue into your hole and fuck- oh shit-
"Cum, cumming," you moan, and the squeezing clench of your pussy echoes between your thighs and on your tongue, wet smears sticking to your cheeks and chin as Ghost groans, feeling your orgasm in your ass, as you milk at his cock. The musky scent of your come fills your nose, the soft folds swollen on your cheeks, your own sweet, precious little pussy, eaten and sucked, you know what it feels like now, to make yourself come on your tongue, and you moan and shudder when your lips rub over your clit again.
Ghost pants, his hips slapping hard to your ass, and you muffle a shout into your pussy as he puts his weight on you, crushes you into the mattress, hips forced flat. The angle of your pussy in the portal changes, and your clit rolls between your lips, scraping your teeth, and a sharp burst of slick fills your mouth as a hard clench burns through you.
You squeal, breathless, and Ghost sighs pleasure into your ear as he comes, the hot bursts in your ass, his cock slipping back and forth in the mess he's making of your insides. You gasp when he lets up, releasing your wrists and head properly, leaving you to roll your cheek away from the portal, your pussy all soft and slick in your blurry vision.
His hand slides between your legs, and abruptly the portal is moved up, pussy vanishing from sight, instead replaced with a swollen little pucker- your asshole, gaping just a little, with thick creamy come dripping out to the rhythm of your pounding heart.
Ghost drags the portal back to your face, and sets your lips against it, his cock now notching at the tender entrance to your pussy.
Price who pins you down with that heavy meaty weight of his body, thick cock buried deep inside, stretching your cunt open so good just like he used to. Got one of your thighs shoved up against your chest, fingers digging into the soft spill of your flesh, slow grinding of his hips dragging broken whimpers out of your throat that you hate yourself for making.
Years. Fucking years he was gone, vanished like smoke, and the second you finally started piecing yourself back together, he showed up at your door with that same damn cigar between clenched teeth and (cruel) blue eyes that always saw too much.
âMissed this tight cunt,â he grunts, voice rough as honeyed gravel, beard scraping your neck as he bites down, sucking a fresh mark into your skin. âKnew youâd still open up for me.â
You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders, half pushing him away and half pulling him closer. He feels it, chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours as he grinds deeper, the fat head of his cock kissing that spot that makes your vision spark white.
âShh, easy love,â he murmurs, all honey and smoke, the manipulative bastard. One big hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open for him, dirty fingers pushing down onto your slick tongue. âDonât fight it. You were never good at pretending you didnât need this.â and you hear the need me go unsaid, implied.
He pulls out almost all the way, just the tip stretching your slick hole, then slams back in hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. âLook at you. Already creaming on my cock again. Bet no one else could make you this wet, could they?â
His pace picks up, heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust, the wet obscene sound of it filling the room alongside your desperate gasps. Heâs watching your face the whole time- hungry, possessive, a little mean.
Trying so hard to ignore the look in his eyes that says he knows exactly how much he wrecked you when he left, and exactly how easily he can do it again.
and itâs the rules of your little engagement yâall wrote up when you said âjust sex. nothing else. no romance, no dates, no nothinâ and price took you out to dinner and on a romantic walk- two weeks in a row- looking over his shoulder the whole time for simon because you havenât slept with simon in a week n a half and price n ghost agreed to 50/50 custody of their girl.
"you've broken a lot of rules, price" because they're seeing the same girl and Simon was supposed to get Fridays but just found out Price has her stashed up north in a safe house of his
i'm sorry but 'you broke a lot of rules, price' being answered with 'no more rules' sounds exactly like a conversation you'd have with a misbehaving three year old
Ghost in reader's Ring doorbell camera at like 3am just standing there silently for a minute before saying some weird shit like "your headlights are still on. you should come turn them off." meanwhile it's pitch black behind him.
Gaz would actually steal reader's cat so he could pretend to return it (holds the cat up to the Ring camera and it's purring in his arms, like just snuggled up while Gaz pets it). Soap does some dumb shit like smashing your car window and then pretends like it was someone who just drove off "but I can give ye the license plate if ye come out."
and Price just disables the camera and breaks in through the backdoor because he's not an idiot.
reader who is, unfortunately, a âtoo honest for their own goodâ kind of drunk who gets dragged to the bar with tf141.
âkyyyle,â you slur, leaning over the table to which Gaz cracks a smile. âso prettyâŚanyone ever tell you youâre pretty? like âmen should be buying you dinnerâ pretty.â
soap snorts, an amused smile on his lips. âYa donâ even get a handsome, just fuckinâ pretty.â
âoi, piss off, soap,â replies gaz with no real heat behind it. âand you,â he starts, bringing his attention backed to your slumped form, âare a shitty drinker.â
you giggle, barely lifting up your head from the table.
price shakes his head, taking a large swing from the pint. âkids these days.â
the laughter dies down, everyone enjoying the relaxing ambiance thatâs been so hard to enjoy with missions on end these days. that is until-
âugh- Iâm so horny.â
the table stills, all eyes landing on your slumped form before soap bursts into uncontrollable laughter. his fist slams the table as gaz tries to still the man whoâs slightly tipsy and leaning back in his chair.
âbloody hell,â ghost mumbles, crossing his arms. âyouâre one them, huh? those honest-to-god-drunks.â
âyou shouldnât be saying those things out loud,â advises price, knowing full well that itâs going to go unheard seeing as youâre shit-faced drunk right now.
you groan, forehead connected with the table again. âyou donât get it. youâre old- probably have the sex drive of a tumble weed.â
gaz and soap have a poor attempt at stifling a laugh and even ghost cracks a small and an unseen smirk at your comment. price doesnât bother with a retort, knowing youâll have your regrets when they tell you about this conversation in the morning.
soap puts an encouraging pat on your back. âaye, cmon lass, if ya wanted to get laid, all ye gotta do is ask.â itâs clearly a joke but your head perks up anyways.
âdonât tempt me, cause Iâve thought about it.â
âyou donât sayâŚâ his eyes light up with interest.
ghost interrupts with a warning tone. âdonât encourage her, Johnny.â
âtoo late, LT.â soap stalks around your chair, sliding his arms âround back. he leans in close till you pick up the scent of beer on his lips. âtell me, what dâya think of?â
you match his lean with one of your own, eyes blown wide and curious. âare you rough in bed? tell me youâre rough in bed.â
soap smirks, flashing a charming wink. âaye, lass. why? want my handprint on your ass?â ghost flashes him a stern look but soap merely shrugs unapologetically.
you groan at his answer, âgod, I hope I remember that in the morning.â
âwe get it. we get it. youâre horny for soap. letâs stop before I hurl.â gaz puts his hand on your shoulders, urging you to drink more water.
âdont be jealous, gaz. youâre in there too.â
and suddenly, the angel on his shoulder disappears. âoh yeah?â
âgod, you have no idea how hard it is to work with hot men all day long. takes everything in me to not just give up on the mats and let you just pin me down.â
by now, soap has his phone out, recording this for evidence when youâre inevitably going to try to walk back on your words in the morning.
âwould love to be bent over a desk, donât even care whoâs behind me. or whoâs the biggest? LT? probably not you then- at least not first.â
you ramble on and on⌠about how you could get off to the gruff sound of your captains voice alone, or how sometimes youâd be soaking wet through your panties if they praised you enough.
and itâs not until you go into an explicit and ultra-specific scenario that involves all four men, some rope, vibrators, and a blindfold, going to ultra-specific detail about soap in your pussy, price in your mouth, and how maybe youâd even let someone in your ass, does someone do the sensible thing of slapping a hand around your mouth.
âIâm gonna take my hand offâya, and youâre gonâ be quiet, yeah?â
your eyes glance up to a stone cold stare behind a mask, meeting his gaze before you nod. âgood girl.â
his hand slowly withdraws and youâre silent. it stays that was for a moment, everyone unsure how to break the tension left in the air after your revelationâŚthat is until-
âaye, whatâs that LT?â
and that, would be the stiffy thatâs hardly concealed behind his jeans- perhaps he needs to buy baggier clothes from now on.
you stare at it. then you stare at him. âgod, I knew you were big.â
captain john price who bangs his pretty cute girlfriend over his desk while the rest of his team sits awkwardly on the other side.
âopen your eyes,â he commands you, his voice deep and rough. âI said, open em. are ya gonna piss me off too?â
and so you find it in you to open them despite the embarrassment that sits low in your gut as he ruts himself into you. Itâs not hard to make out whoâs in front of you. his warm skin and signature hat makes him easy to identify and as your vision focuses, you can make out the crimson on his cheek and the sweat building on his neck.
you look at him, almost apologetically, as if saying âIâm sorry you have to see me like this,â because Kyle truly is an angel and the idea of his knowing what your eyes looked like when all fucked out seemed like a sin on its own.
first, he calls out soap for texting you late at night. john fists the hair on your head till youâre facing the scot whoâs not looking at your eyes, but somewhere lower. âyâknow what couples do at night, Mactavish? Iâll give you a hint.â price snakes his arm between your legs, pinching and rolling your clit to which you let out a pained and delicious mewl.
and next in line is gaz, whose gesture of buying you your favorite foods has gone unliked by price. luckily, Gaz is sitting right next to soap so you donât have to strain yourself to find him. Gaz knows he shouldnât stareâŚbut he canât help himself and surprisingly, the captain hasnât told anyone to stop so he swallows the lump in his throat, and commits the sight before him to memory.
then thereâs ghost, who refuses to acknowledge he has actively done anything. âbullshit. wanna tell me why youâre always staring at her ass?â which shuts the brooding man up immediately.
your orgasm comes quick, as it always did. your words come out broken and desperate but they barely register to your boyfriend who has his own agenda.
your eyes roll back as you climax, the euphoria sending you into a blissful state of haze. but john doesnât stop, not when he has a point to prove.
so he fucks you through your high, and then he fucks you more. your hand presses against his thigh with no real pressure, sobbing cries of overstimulation.
âafter today, i want no more foolery from any of you. Iâd suggest you take today for all itâs worth because after tonight, you can all go to your beds and jerk off your pathetic cocks to the memory of this and. nothing. else.â he punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, willing either your legs or the desk legs to give out.
âdo i make myself clear?â
and the answer all comes in unison. âYes, Captain.â
Thinking abt being a fairy in Nikolaiâs enrichment enclosure and flashing him as a little treat every now and then
Iâve discussed this at length with @cranialpressure but I think Nik would have a little tinkerer fairyâ you handle the very delicate work for him, all the 3 millimeter screws and little PCBs, and you can use a little lightning magic to do soldering.
And you produce an extremely high grade lubricant he likes to use on all his small parts⌠so heâll have you grind yourself on all sorts of little components and tools while he uses the tip of an empty ballpoint pen to play with your little clit.
And of course, he likes to challenge himself by making little things for you to use. It has him wearing magnifying specs and working with tweezers and sewing pins to move things around, but itâs well worth it. He could probably make a fortune in the realistic dollhouse industry if he felt like it.
accidentally falling asleep on the couch in the living room of plug nikolaiâs home because everythingâs 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 nikâs 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 nikâs gotten youâd be enough for price to pop a half-chub.
âSorry to shop and run,â 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.
âDonât worry about it. Plenty of time to catch up after this next job, no?â His attention suddenly drifts when some rustling sounds from inside, a quiet little âKolya?â 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.
âGo back down, maĂ˝shka. Iâll carry you to bed soon.â
You murmur something Price canât 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 canât keep you up. Now the living room just has soft lighting cast from the kitchen.
âDonât suppose thatâs a customer,â John states, Nikolai shooing him back to the door. Bastard still has his boots on.
âNo. Not a customer. Iâll introduce you next time you visit at a more human hour.â
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.
price would film your wrecked wet face with his phone while he fucked you. whereas johnny is just recording his cock going in and out of your puffy pussy. kyle is setting his phone up against the jewelry box on your dresser to playback the entire scene at his leisure. and simon makes you ride him while he records because itâs the best view for him while heâs deployed.
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