For my freaky brainworms

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[colonel-worm]

Thinking about Price wearing a robe to lounge around the house and not bothering to close it…

Price manspreading on the couch while checking reports…

Scooting in between his huge thighs so i can nose and lick at his cock…

Price using one hand to fix his reading glasses and then pet my hair…

“Good job, pet”

Price wearing a robe save me

[colonel-worm]

I just know Gaz gets so condescending when he fucks you stupid

He´d already made you cum with his mouth, fucked you for over an hour until he came inside you. And when you thought you were getting a break, he flipped your trembling body around and thrust into you again before pulling you against him.

Now you´re sitting on top of him with your back against his chest, your legs straddling his. His cock is deep inside you, just grinding while some of his load leaks out of you. One of his hands toys with your clit, the other wrapped around your waist while your head lays against his shoulder.

You whine while shaking around him, and with his kindest voice he says ´´What is it, sweetheart? Does it not feel good?´´ pushing his cock even further into you. You lift your head and buck away from him, it´s too much, too good, but you can´t formulate sentences right now. ´´No, no, no, love -´´ he says, using the hand between his legs to pull you back into him ´´- you´re supposed to stay right here´´, the hand around your waist lifting to hold you by your neck.

´´Kyle...´´ you whine, eyes rolling back ´´I know, baby, I know´´, it´s almost mocking, his hand lifting even further until his fingers press against your mouth and you start sucking them ´´You get confused sometimes, but don´t worry´´ he kisses your temple ´´I’m right here´´

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Riding Ghost and he just looks so good under you.

His hands holding your hips but he’s too lost to actually lift you, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling, his chest sweaty…

The oh-so-scary lieutenant finally dropping the facade; he looks much better like this, needy and shaking under you, muttering something you can’t quite understand, so you lean forward to hear him softly going:

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”

Well, since he asked…

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Roommate!Johnny, who gets a bit too eager when you offer to give him head.

Whenever he´s not away on deployment you hang out quite a bit, watching a movie, chatting, playing video games... Normal roommate stuff. But for the past two weeks you can´t seem to have a single conversation without him mentioning how pent up he´s been. ´´Ther's no oan at th' pub´´, ´´Ma hand jus' doesnae feel as good´´, ´´At 'tis rate A´ll get sent away again afore I can relax proper´´. You were trying to watch a movie when you finally got tired of his moping ´´Then it´ll be weeks 'fore A can finally-´´ ´´Holy shit Johnny, do you really need it that bad?´´, He looked at you with a knowing glint in his eye and a little smirk ´´Mhm, why you askin', lass?´´ you rolled your eyes, he knew damn well why you were asking. You got up from the couch and he immediately reached for you ´´No, hen, just wait a min-´´ you stopped in front of him ´´Open your legs´´ you say, putting your hair in a ponytail, he immediately did. ´´Yer serious?´´ He asked, the bulge in his pants already growing, staring as you got on your knees. You always thought Johnny was hot, this was hardly a sacrifice on your part, and it had also been a while since you last got intimate with someone.

You nodded at the tent in his pants ´´Go on´´. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants lightning fast ´´Fuuck, thank you, lass-´´ he pulled his cock out ´´- yer a gem´´. It was bigger than you were used to, but you could handle it. Spitting in your hand and jerking him a few times before you finally put him in your mouth.´´Oh, fuck´´ he groaned, head laying against the back of the couch, his arms sprawled across it.

He managed to behave himself and let you lead for about one minute before he started touching you. First a hand on top of your head, helping you bob up and down a bit faster, his breathing getting heavier. Then he held you by the ponytail, pushing you further down ´´Just take a little more, hen - ah - just like that´´. The head was starting to hit the back of your throat, making you drool more. He started panting and moaning softly, right before he began thrusting up into your mouth. You gagged a bit, and he bent his head down to look at you ´´You're okay, you're okay´´, he held your head with one hand on each side ´´Doin' so good´´, his eyes getting hazy as he started thrusting up harder ´´So, so good fer me´´. Your saliva mixed with his pre started leaking from your mouth, some dripping from your chin and getting on the couch cushions and your shirt, some running down his length all the way to his balls. He kept looking at you, the mess you were making around him, your eyes looking back at him as a small tear ran down your face, the way your brows furrowed a bit when he hit the back of your throat, fuck, you look so good like this, mouthful of him, looking up with wet eyes ´´should 'ave done this way sooner´´.

When you started to really choke around him, he pulled you off; and just as you thought he would give you a break he immediately pressed your face against his balls. One hand holding you there, the other going up and down his shaft as he leaned back ´´yesyesyes, just keep going, hen´´. And you did, you wouldn´t give up on this view just yet, his neck sweaty as he panted, his strong thighs next to your head, the pretty moans he let out while you licked him.

He put his cock back into your mouth and went back to thrusting ´´A'm right there, lass´´, he half-spoke half-moaned, ´´Jus' - fuckin' 'ell - jus' a bit more´´. He pushed you down and held you there as he came, letting out a long, drawned-out moan as you felt his cock pulsing inside your mouth, some cum spluttering out of your mouth.

He relaxed his hand on you as you felt him soften, but just as you started to get up he pushed you back down. Watching you with blissed-out eyes and a salacious smile ´´No, no... Not yet, hen´´, he began petting the side of your face ´´Jus' one time´s not enough to get me sorted´´, he pushed his thumb inside your mouth.

´´You wanted to help, righ'?´´

[colonel-worm]

Driving to base to pick up Price after he returned from a rough mission and his eyes are more sunken than normal, his posture dejected and you could tell he lost weight; but it'll be okay now, you'll take care of it.

Looking to the side and seeing the rest of the 141 looking just as bad... And you knew they were just going to stay on base, on the same mediocre beds and eating the shitty cafeteria food (they said it's not that bad, but you tried it once - it was a disgrace). But the only other option was to go back to an empty, dusty apartment; at least on base they didn't have to sweep and cook).

You asked John if you could bring them home “just for a few days, love, you all look exhausted, let me help”; and as much as John loved having you all to himself, he really cared for his boys, they deserved a break.

They tried to decline, they didn't want to be an imposition, but you insisted and how could they say no to you? Your sweet words, those big eyes and the offer of a home cooked meal with a soft bed was too good to turn down. And thank god they didn't turn it down.

Staying at your house post-mission was heaven on earth. Instead of returning to barracks that had the same coziness as a cinder block room, they got to go to an actual home, fireplace lit, pretty curtains on the windows, pillows and a blanket on a soft couch. You told them to each take a nice hot shower while you made dinner, and when Johnny jokingly said “no need for fussing, lass, we’re big lads” you shot him a look John knew very well, the one that said you’re done playing big strong soldier, let me take care of you. “Best to do what the lady says, boys. She might drag you to the bath by your feet if you don’t”. And they couldn’t say no to their captain, which meant they couldn’t say no to you, so despite their reservations they just had to let you take care of them all night.

And it was nice, it was really, really nice. Getting under a shower with nice water pressure and more than just the shitty military-issued soap; putting on the soft pj’s you gave them right before sitting down to eat the most beautiful stew. All while watching you, with your pretty curves and gentle touches they couldn’t get enough of, soft hands leading them to the guest bedroom, apologizing for making one of them sleep on a mattress on the floor as if they hadn’t spent the last two months sleeping on the ground.

They had never been more jealous of their captain, watching him hold the fat of your hips and kiss the shell of your ear. Price could tell, his boys were not subtle, he noticed the way Johnny and Kyle looked at you with a little glint in their eyes when you weren’t paying attention; even the way Simon unclenched his shoulders and almost closed his eyes when you held his neck to get him to sit down. He couldn’t blame them, going home to you after spending time at their line of work was the best kind of whiplash, it was hard not to want more.

And god, did they want more. When Johnny went to the kitchen, he could see into your room through a creak in the door, he saw the way you held Price against your chest, his face between your tits while you played with his hair and spoke softly to him. He wished he could be in John’s place.

When Gaz woke up during the night, he could hear your soft moans through the wall, and had to go to the bathroom, stroking his cock imagining you were making those sounds next to his ear.

When Ghost went to investigate the noises in the kitchen in the middle of the night, he held back a groan when he watched you wearing nothing but pretty lace panties and a t-shirt with price in big bold letters on the back, bending forward and reaching for a glass in the cupboard. Picturing the same scene, but with his last name written across your back.

If only Price would share a little more of you with them :(