genesis

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[bunnyangeul]

[llliissyyy]

Price inviting the team over to his house to meet his lovely wife and his sweetheart daughter.

His daughter only living there at the moment after a nasty break up and not being able to find a new apartment immediately.

Prices wife welcoming the guys at the door and letting them into the warm house.

The boys take off their shoes after misses Price tells them to. Then they look at the stairs seeing a sweet and beautiful woman descending them.

Soap’s mouth falls open, Gaz’s eyes widen while he is actively trying to keep his mouth closed and Ghost drops his jacket when he tried to just put it on the hook.

“Hey, I’m …” you beam at the men that collectively think:

We’re fucked and not the good kind.

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Price is over 50 in this and his daughter is like 23.

[sweetsprice]

warnings: explicit content, cockwarming, creampie

it was past midnight when you shivered awake, teeth chattering softly, turning towards the warm body laying beside you. you expected simon to pull you into his arms, but instead he slid your panties down your thighs, and lifted your leg just enough to guide himself in, cockwarming you.

you fought the urge to rock against him. his face was exhausted from the long mission, dark circles carved beneath his eyes, so you'd bitten your lip, in an attempt to conceal your moans.

you tried to fall back asleep but every time you shifted your body, his cock would brush that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

he'd unconsciously thrust, groaning in his sleep, whenever your walls squeezed around him, and you'd feel his hot, thick cum filling you again and again.

by the time morning came, your limbs felt sore. simon had cum inside of you five times, keeping you warm and full to your satisfaction.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

"tell me if you need me to slow down." hand warm on your stomach. rubbing slow circles.

"i will." so earnest. "i trust you."

something settling in my chest at that. something that makes me want to take even more care with you than i already planned to.

pressing a kiss to the back of your neck first. staying there for a moment.

"i've got you the whole time. i need you to know that."

"i know." turning your face slightly toward me. "i know you do."

pressing in slowly from behind. hand staying warm and steady on your stomach while you adjust.

"breathe for me sweetheart." rubbing slow circles. "nice and slow."

feeling the tension leave your body incrementally under my palm.

"there you go." so gentle. "good girl."

pressing in deeper. feeling you grip the sheets.

"hands on me love. not the sheets."

feeling you reach back. finding my hip. gripping there instead.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder. starting to move so slowly. the most careful rhythm. just enough.

your hand finding mine on your stomach. fingers lacing through.

squeezing back. not going anywhere.

mouth finding your neck. pressing slow warm kisses there while my hips keep their gentle pace.

"you feel incredible." murmured against your skin. meaning it completely. "so warm everywhere."

a small sound. pressing back into me slightly.

hand moving lower on your stomach. thumb finding your clit. starting slow easy circles.

"oh—" immediately. fingers gripping mine hard.

"i've got you." keeping everything else the same. just adding this. giving you more without taking anything away. "you don't have to do anything. i want you here with me."

feeling you get warmer. more lost in it. hips starting to move in small rolls without you deciding to.

"so beautiful." against your hair. "i wish you could see yourself right now."

a small embarrassed sound.

"i mean every word of it." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "every single word."

feeling you get closer slowly. your breathing changing. shorter. less even. the sounds you're making getting less careful.

"i'm close—" surprised by it. "already i'm so close—"

"i know darling." thumb moving a little steadier. hips keeping the same unhurried pace. "your whole body is telling me. you're doing so beautifully."

"please—" hand gripping mine tight. "please can i— please?"

"yes baby." warm. certain. "let go. i'm right here."

feeling you fall apart.

the sound you make. the way your whole body shudders. hips pressing back into me. riding every wave while i stay right there through all of it. not rushing. not moving until you've had every last second of it.

stilling finally. arms wrapping around you from behind. pulling you close.

pressing a long kiss to your hair. your shoulder.

"so good." rubbing your back slow. "you were so good. i'm so proud of you."

a small content sound against the pillow.

"rest." pressing another kiss to your hair. "i've got you. i'm not going anywhere."

staying wrapped around you. hand moving slow and warm. letting the quiet settle between us comfortably.

staying there with you while you come all the way back. turning you gently toward me. finding your face with both hands.

looking at you properly.

"hi beautiful."

eyes sleepy and soft. "hi."

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose.

"you did so well." thumbs stroking your face. "i'm so proud of you. so proud."

you tucking into my chest. arms finding me loosely.

keeping you there. hand in your hair. pressing soft kisses to your head every few minutes.

[micchyroo]

Wake up to you sucking on my fingers. Just drooling cause you’re such a filthy needy slut for me. So fucking pretty with your eyes all glassy from taking me too deep in my sleep. You’re such a good girl for me you don’t even need to be told.

Fuck.

Lay you down and watch the liquid thread snap from your lip and drip as I reach for your soaking wet cunt and slip in with your eager invitation. So wet from finger fucking your own mouth with my unconscious hand that I can stretch you around a third.

“mmm.. want it so bad. I want it so bad! Ohmigodohmigodohmigod..”

That’s my princess. Taking me so well after getting yourself all worked up. So hot for me I barely have to touch you to make you cum.

“Now be my perfect pretty princess and unravel for me.”

“I’m cumming I’mcummingI’mcumming! Ay.. Michyyyyohmigooood!”

My favorite song.

[keer-y]

y’all know when joe does that little open mouthed smile that’s more than :) but less than :D

i like when he does that

send tweet

[riflesucker]

The concept of being stressed, bitching and giving your butch attitude and instead of getting mad they fuck you gently to calm you down cause they know exactly what you need.

[severelysweetmyth]

have at it, sweet girl, use my thigh as your personal sex toy while I scroll on my phone and pretend to be bored by your actions until I snap and pin you to the mattress

[ch0co-c0rn3t-lov3]

DO NOT DOWNLOAD TUMBLR it will install a virus on your device called tumblr

[uniformedwater]

music not hitting, phone not hitting, Minecraft not hitting, food not hitting, mouth taste like blood, death comes for us all

[whinysushi]

make me push out the dildo before you force it back into me, over and over until I'm completely exhausted and you can easily replace it with your cock

[cyberdrream]

amnesia! au… simon would never want to leave you, never in his life could he imagine a life that didn’t have you in it. he couldn’t bear to think of it. price would leave his wife in a second, but simon can’t imagine wanting to leave you.

and after the attack on you. the other side had a mole in the SAS, and the location of significant others was made obvious. the building next to your workplace was blown up. it’s at that moment he knows he has to leave you. has to divorce you, pretend to cheat on you, have you send and sign the divorce papers because it had to look plausible for the mole.

to keep you safe.

all he wants is to keep you safe. alive, keep the sparkle in your eyes.

he only has three years left of service. and he’ll tell you the truth if you’d take him back.

three years later, he gets a desperate call from a hospital, something about you being in a terrible car crash. barely holding on, and a daughter that’s only listed relative is simon riley. she even has his last name, and not yours.

they say you have irreversible head trauma, almost total amnesia. and with the way his stomach drops when he sees the girl, with her curls and brown eyes, he knows it’s his daughter.

and so he gives a bright smile to the nurse, and well he hadn’t really signed the divorce papers anyway. and what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you :)

he wanted his wife back.

[wouldbegafemme]

Reading yuri isn't enough, I need to breed a femme.

[softaestluv]

Ghost desperately needs to fuck his client. (You)

tags | plug! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader, smoking, weed, smut, vaginal fingering, riding, creampie, not edited, brain worm I had

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The first time you ever bought from Ghost you were wearing a skirt way too short to be socially acceptable, stumbling to his beat-up car with a drunk smile plastered on your face. He remembers it all a little too clearly, the way you leaned into the passenger window, smelling like tequila and the minty mouthwash you used to try and cover the smell up.

“Hi.” You giggled.

“Hi.” He responded, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Um, my friends over there,” You pointed to a group of girls across the street, “Dared me to come buy some off you.”

He stared at you without responding, and there was a long pause of silence before your smile dropped into something smaller.

“Wait? Do you not sell?” You covered your mouth, “Oh my gosh that’s so embarrassing, they told me they bought from you before!”

“Relax, bird. I do.”

“Oh! Great, that’s great. Um, how much for an eighth?”

“On the house.” He smirked, digging through the back of his car.

“What?”

“First time buyer, gotta guarantee you like it.”

You caught the bag he tossed you with a shy smile on your face, humming. “Okay, thank you!”

Ghost watched you jog to your friends after that, holding the bag out to them with a proud smirk.

The next time you bought from him, you were all by yourself, jean shorts showing off your pretty legs.

“Hi.”

He chuckled, “You’re back.”

You leaned into the window, low-cut shirt clinging to the swell of your breasts.

“I am.” You smiled, “How much for an eighth this time, for real?’

“Already have some pre-rolls, you can just have ‘em.”

“Huh? No, I didn’t pay you last time!”

“No one ever wants the pre-rolls anyway,” He shrugs, he lies. “They’re cherry flavored.”

That sparks your interest, “Really? I didn’t know they did that.”

You hand him your phone then, “Put your number in, yeah? So, I don’t have to hope to randomly run into you to buy more.”

When he hands the phone back you laugh after reading the contact name, “Ghost? That’s your drug dealer name? Really?”

“Do you want free weed or not?”

You laugh louder this time, “Yes! Yes! I was just teasing. Thank you!”

You text him two weeks later, a stupid meme at that with beady eyes, ‘more, please sir?’

He hates the way it makes the corners of his lips twitch.

He’s mobile that day, and you send him your address with one too many exclamation marks tagged on the end. You run out in leggings and slippers, a giddy smile on your lips.

“Hi.”

He laughs, “Hi, bird.”

“I liked the pre-rolls!” You say excitedly, leaning into the window, “Never had those before.”

“Yeah? What you need today?”

“You have any more?”

He frowns a little, “Get in with me, I’ll roll you some.”

You open his passenger side door too willingly, “Oh good. I don’t know how to roll,” You confess, “My friends usually do it for me.”

His mouth dips into a smirk, “Yeah? ‘Ts not that hard, watch.”

You lean closer, eyes wide like he’s actually teaching you valuable information and not how to roll a joint.

“Gotta make sure to take out all the seeds and stems before you grind it.” You watch him grind it enraptured. “Gotta roll up the tip first, then, wrap the paper tight.”

You nod eagerly.

“Fill it with your flower, roll it upwards with your thumb to make your shape. Then,” He licks across the paper, “Seal it with the glued edge, and twist the tip.”

He holds it out to you, “There you go.”

You take it between your fingers with a soft smile, “Thank you.”

You text him three days later, a picture of a lopsided joint that he definitely didn’t sell you.

‘How’d I do?’

‘Looks like shit.’

‘That’s mean :(‘

‘Come over, let me help.’

‘On my way!’

You show up an hour later, the crooked joint in your hands. You sit on his couch with a frown.

“You know, I didn’t think it came out that bad.”

“Give it here.” He laughs, “You packed it up wayyy too much. Got too much at the end here too, didn’t tap it out.”

Still, he lights it, holding it out for you to smoke. You take it between your fingers, inhaling a small amount before coughing slightly. He smirks at your watery eyes, taking the joint from you to smoke it.

“Sorry,” You say, “I got my lip gloss on it.”

He chuckles, the tip glistening with the gloss, placing it in the corner of his lips, “Doesn’t matter.”

It tastes like your lip gloss. Strawberries and weed.

You take turns smoking it. Simon watches you the whole time, with lidded eyes, focused on the way your pretty lips curl around the joint. The way your chest rises with each inhale, your eyes becoming heavier and heavier, a lazy smile smeared across your lips as you lean closer to him on his old couch.

All he can think about is those lips wrapped around his cock and not the tip of the joint. And he’s definitely rock hard in his sweats, but he doesn’t care if you notice, not when you keep giggling at every bad joke he cracks.

He jerks himself off when you leave, promising you’ll be safe and text him when you get home. He finishes when your message pops at the top of his screen ‘made it safe :)’

He invites you over himself a week later because he’s got random inventory, he ordered them himself, of strawberry wraps and he’s certain you’ll like them.

You do like them. You’re melted into his couch, blinking lazily at him.

“How come you never charge me?” It’s a whisper.

He looks at you, the room dizzy with smoke and your pretty gaze.

“Never make pretty girls pay.”

“Oh?” You sound disappointed, “So, you give it free to other girls?”

He shakes his head, “Just you.”

You squint, “Are you only giving me free weed so you can get a lay?”

He smirks, “Is it working?”

You scoff, smacking him in the shoulder, “Unbelievable.”

He catches your wrist.

“You giving it to my friends for free too?”

“Careful,” He smirks, “You’re starting to sound jealous.”

You roll your eyes, trying to pull away from him. He keeps you close, tugging you into his lap so fast you have no choice but to slip onto his thighs. You don’t look at him, eyes focused to the side.

“Just you.”

You peer down at him then, “Huh?”

His fingers find your cheek, still burning from the embers of the joint, “You’re the only one I don’t charge.”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“C’mere already.” He murmurs, pulling you down to kiss him.

You make a noise of surprise, like you hadn’t expected your smoke sessions to lead to this, with his cock pressed between your thighs eagerly, grip on your chin and hip to keep you close to him.

You kiss him back earnestly, smaller hands finding his shoulders. He loves it, fuck he loves the way your hands shake against his skin, the vibrations that leave your chest and fill his. He’s been dreaming about this since the moment you walked over in your tiny skirt.

Your bottom lip pops away from his, glistening with his saliva and not the lip gloss you insist on wearing.

“Wanted you to do that for ages.”

He chuckles against your lips, “Yeah?”

Your hips grind against his then, “Only reason my friends made me go was because I wouldn’t shut up about how hot you were.”

He presses his teeth against your neck, fingers making quick work of your belt and pants. “Came over with your ass and tits out, been jerking off to the memory ever since.”

You inhale sharply, “Fuck.”

Your eyes flutter when his fingers find your cunt, squelching with the sound of your arousal. He dips one finger in, drawing a whimper from you, and god you’re so fucking warm. The weeds got you nice and lax, a small grin on your lips as he coaxes you with one thick finger and he's sure he's never wanted to fuck someone more.

Your grin turns into a broken cry when he adds another, lips quivering around the shape of his name. Ghost. Ghost?

His thumbs already on your lips, gaze strong on you, “Simon.”

You nod in quiet understanding, “Simon.”

There’s a sticky strip of arousal that clings to your panties when he slides them off your thighs and it takes everything in him not to bury his face below and smell.

You scramble to his sweats, tugging them down impatiently. He lifts his hips willingly, lets his strained cock smack against his abdomen angrily. You lick your lips when you see it, eyes wide at the sight.

He grips it by the base, thumb coming up to wipe at the precum spilling from the tip.

“Oh my god.” You groan, “Let me ride you, please.”

He slides lower on the couch, tapping your hips casually in agreement like he hadn’t been picturing you on top of him for weeks, “Go on.”

You rise to your knees above him, shaking hand grabbing his cock so lightly it makes his eyes flutter. You glide his tip along your seams until it snags at your entrance, and you make a soft noise when he pops through. You slide down eagerly as much as he holds your hips and grits through his teeth to take it slow.

Your head falls to his shoulder when you sink to the base, his head rolling to the back of the couch because you’re so fucking warm and tight, and the weed definitely isn’t helping because he’s feeling everything ten times worse.

And when you lift your hips, he swears he sees heaven between your thighs when you drop back down and your pussy makes an obscene squelch.

You bury your face in his neck, arms around his shoulders and just fucking go at it. Ass slamming against his so fast the room echoes with each slap. You whine high-pitched with each thrust like you aren’t the one setting the pace, like you aren’t the fucking yourself raw around his cock.

“Jesus, bird, slow down.” He grunts, fingers dimpling your skin.

He says it because your legs are shaking and there’s sweat beading on your chest, whimpers falling from your lips endlessly, but more so because he doesn’t want it to end this soon. When he hasn’t even laid you back properly to fuck you the way he had hoped.

You don’t listen well.

You just keep sloppily fucking yourself onto his cock because you’ve found the sweet spot, the one that has you on the brink of an orgasm.

His lips on your neck do it for you, your toes curling into his shitty ass couch when you break. You soak his balls then, pussy clenching so tight around him he has to bite down on his cheek so he doesn’t bust.

He’s already moving you to your back, finding a home between your thighs when you come back down. You don’t even argue, like the perfect thing you are, folding your own legs to his shoulders, and arching into the couch.

He slides in slow, and your pussy spreads for him so prettily.

“Fuck,” he drawls, “Listen to her, just fuckin dying for me to fuck her.”

You whine loud at that, hips bucking to get him to move. He doesn’t wait a second longer, thrusts so hard into you, you feel it in your toes and your legs straighten out in shock.

He fucks you slow and hard, pace languid from the weed pulsing in his veins. You like it, at least he thinks you do from the way you keep writhing under him, the beginning syllables of his name broken on your lips between every thrust.

When he leans forward, pressing your knees to your shoulders, you gasp in shock from the stretch, but then his tip snags against that spot in your cunt that melts your brain into mush, and your eyes just roll into the back of your head.

He smirks proudly, bullying his length against that spot until you’re pushing at hips, murmuring something along the lines that it’s too much.

He doesn’t stop.

You pulse around him when you cum a second time, sweet voice ripped from your throat, and turned into blinded pleasure when he stamps his thumb against your swollen clit. Your feet tense at his shoulders, fingers tight against the cushions.

He finishes inside of you then, head falling to your shoulder with a deep groan, hips fucking into you with each pump.

“Best free weed ever.”

[lesbiansslvt]

a pretty girl’s fingers in mouth to keep me quiet because there’s people in the next room, while she whispers “that’s it baby, you’re doing so well”

[sweetsprice]

simon's team finds out that he has a missus and she's heavily pregnant.

simon had never taken you to fancy galas before, and this time, he said he'd introduce you to his team, hence why you were so nervous.

he walked through the doors like he owned the place, a firm hand pressed on the small of your back.

everyone expected him to show up alone, like he always did, but tonight, he had a companion. behind him, clutching the fabric of his dark silky suit, was you. you were dressed in a flowing floral dress that hugged your body perfectly.

your cheeks were flushed, not used to all the attention on you, and you kept your eyes fixed on the floor, hiding behind his massive frame. you felt overwhelmed, completely out of place.

and then their focus shifted to your growing belly. you could hear the whispers and their gasps.

your bump was unmistakably showing. simon had helped you pick up that dress, let them see how beautiful you look, knocked up with my child. he had said, before leaving the house.

simon's hand rested possessively on your lower back, while his other hand was protectively splayed across your stomach.

lieutenant riley has a missus? and she's pregnant? was all you could hear.

gaz, who was exchanging words with a recruit, nearly choked on his champagne. soap dropped his glass. price just stared, his cigar forgotten in his hand, his eyes wide.

simon leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear, his voice so low that only you could hear. "you're doing well, love." he murmured, and there was a dark satisfaction in his tone.

simon's intention was clear. he'd brought you here deliberately, knowing exactly what the reaction would be. he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to.

it was a silent warning. let them talk. let them stare. at the end of the night, he would be the one listening to your sweet moans.

[motzglorp]

"Nah, I need a real woman." Is all Ghost has to say about the group of objectively hot, young women at the bar. The type that wants to fuck a soldier or even looks for a husband. The type that thinks they want a dominant man but they only read 50 shades and play the tradwife but never commit to either of it. Looking for the dark romance type of shit where the guy is cruel but never with them. The type that plays games.

"You daft? What do you mean 'a real woman'?" Soap stares at him. The Scot knows that Ghost had fun with pretty things like this before.

"You know. A woman who knows that it's not always good times. Who knows hard work and understands. Getting tired of just a few weeks or months. I need more... More substance."

Soap still stares at him. "Are you saying you are looking for long term? Are you for real?"

"Positive. Sure, we might not come back the next time. But we might come back more damaged than medical can fix. And then? Would be nice to have something to return to?"

His eyes are searching the room and land on you, one of the local gardeners that tend to the vegetation on base. He has seen you haul bags of soil and equipment, knows you work out at the gym after work. Since you are allowed to work on base you have had basic background checks already. And he knows you also work in a small flower shop on occasions. He knows that because you brought flowers for Price when you heard about his baby's birthday the other week. The flowers were for his wife. "People always forget to congratulate the parents for taking such good care of their kids. So these are for the mother. And don't worry, I won't mind if you pretend it was your idea, captain, I know you have been busy."

At first Ghost was alarmed that you knew so much but when he followed you around he realized it was just the way you interacted with people. You talked to them, about mundane things, as if they were just normal people. And you never asked about missions. You even avoided looking at any file on a desk, strictly focusing on the plants.

And maybe you are not pretty with your messy hair and dirty hands, crooked teeth and big ass. You don't have to. You know who you are and what you do. You don't need to find a man to validate you. And considering you sit with some soldiers and other base personnel at a table, laughing and drinking, you know how to have a social life. Still, it doesn't explain why he is drawn to you. Maybe it is the way you never shy away from his presence. Or because you remembered his allergies and plant flowers under his window that don't trigger it. Or because you snort at his jokes, even when you are not part of the conversation and just in proximity.

Or maybe it is the way you suddenly stand before him, a small grin on your face. "Oi, big boy. If ya keep starin, you'll be buying the next round. Or ask me out for a proper date."

Soap is snickering next to him but Ghost knows an opportunity when he sees it.

"Tomorrow, 8 pm, pick you up from your shop. Wear whatever you want." He ignores the choked laughter from Soap, and also that Gaz is handing a bill over. All he needs to see is the surprised look on your face and then something that could be hope and the beautiful rose tint your cheeks are suddenly showing.

"Alright. But not the pub or any other place you'd go with your boys. When I say proper date, I mean it."

"Yea ma'am."

You seem satisfied and continue to the bar. When you pass him on the way back, you slip him your number. "Just in case the world needs you more."

This time Soap hands money to Gaz.

Later Ghost finds out they were betting on you, not him. Apparently you had been eyeing Ghost for quite some time.