Wizard, not only would I fuck with it but I would BEG for it plsplsplsplsplsplsPLEASE
TW: fauxcest, noncon, Simon bullies you till you cum basically. Glad you guys like this cause this is a new kink I did not know I had until recently
Simon didnât really get the whole âfamilyâ thing Price was on about until you started in the 141. He felt strange, trying to understand the dynamic- having Price as a âdadâ with Soap and Gaz as âbrothers.â For some reason the other two settled well into their roles, often fighting and squabbling which turned into frantic frotting which Ghost did enjoy watching. He enjoyed whimpering that he loved dadâs cock to Price when getting his black blown out, but struggled to really.. fit into the picture.
Until you, the perfect little brother figure. Younger, your muscles softer and tone more frantic. You were bratty as hell, never listened to anyone- insisting you were just as good as them, that you wanted to come to hang outs too cause you were old enough. It became a joke among the 141, treating you like a kid- snatching cigarettes from your lips, stealing beers from your hands.
The first time Simon really fell into the big brother role was the first time he caught you masturbating. Rolled up in your cot, quivering with your hands covered in slick- howling and snarling at him to get the fuck out. Heâd ripped off the mask immediately- ignoring the way you gawked at his ugly mug, or at least your surprise that he actually took it off.
âYer not doin it right,â Simon said. âCâmon- let your big brother help.â
You looked at him like your eyes were going to bug out of your head. âMy fucking what-??â Youâd shouted, cut off by Simon suddenly grappling you. Yanking you around while you seethed and hissed, only quieting when he snatched you by the throat. One hand pinning your back to his chest, the other reaching down between your legs to get a better look at your t dick.
It was thick, swollen and red with need- Simon could feel his mouth fucking water just looking at it.
âSee? No wonder you canât cum- not old enough to know better, fuckinâ moron,â he grunted lowly in your ear- pinching your cock just to hear you howl and thrash.
âSimon- donât touch that-!â You choked out, making him huff out a laugh.
âWhat? Donât want your big brother touching you there? Is it gross?â He hummed, feeling his own cock throb at the words- and at the fresh slick on his fingers. You liked it- choked gasps trying to hide the way your hips jolted against his hand.
âYouâre not my fucking brother you creep-!â You snarled, only to gag at the way his other hand tightened around your throat.
âDad said so,â Simon growled, making you twitch. Embarrassed, like you hadnât known that he knew about it- about your little arrangement with your captain. The lieutenant laughing at you sure didnât help your shame, hand sliding from your throat to your jaw just to shake your skull- disorient you.
âSuch a fuckinâ mutt, my little brother, mm? Didnât think your brothers knew you were fucking the old man? Didnât think weâd taste your cum on his cock?â Ghostâs hips started moving against your ass, like the memory excited him.
âCâmon- admit it. Admit you like the idea,â he murmured, his other hand starting to move faster as he jerked your little cock off. Your legs tried to kick out- only to be pinned by his bigger ones, till you were spread wide for your lieutenant.
âNo! No no- youâre a fuckin- creep, Simon!â You yowl, trying to yank his hand away to no avail. His grip tightens on you, wrenching your head to the side so he can lick up the side of your face. You spit and yowl in disgust, trying to shove him away- trying to do anything to get this to stop- even as your orgasm crept closer. He could feel it, could feel the way your muscles tensed, could feel the way your cunt grew wetter and wetter.
âYour brotherâs a creep huh? So whatâs that make you, humpinâ my hand like a stupid dog? Admit it. Admit you like your big brother touching you,â Simon does not sound like heâs in his right mind anymore- drooling against your throat while his eyes dart between your embarrassed expression and your dick.
âNo! Youâre not my fucking bro- ow! Ow ow ow- Ghost! That hurts!â Your words are music to his ears, thrashing as his teeth sink into your shoulder. He knows heâs split skin immediately, the rich iron flavor of your blood soaking his tongue. Fucking hell, you tasted good!
âThen admit it, and Iâll let go,â he snarls around your flesh, desperately grinding against you at this point. Heâs close too, he knows heâs going to cum the moment you do- knows heâs going to ruin his boxers, but Simon just doesnât care right now.
âFuck! Fuck- fine! I- I like it when- when you touch me!â You cry, desperately slapping his arm when he bites down harder. Simon growls, eyes wide and horrifying as the two of you make eye contact- you know what he wants.
âFuck! I- I like when my big brother touches me! Jesus- fucking-!â Everything turns to white in an an instant, your orgasm crushing your mind into scattered dust. Distantly you can hear Simon cumming against you, his desperate groans cute compared to his-.. everything else. Your vision finally focuses again long after his teeth have released your bloody skin, after heâs cleaned the bite with his tongue.
His hands are wrapped around your abdomen now, lips pressing kisses into your hair as you sniffle and whimper.
âI canât believe he told you about that,â you finally pout, whining when Simon presses a wet kiss to your cheek- oddly affectionate now.
âTough luck, kid. You admitted it, now youâre ours,â the soldier grunted back, pinching your side just to hear you yip.