cw: minor mention of face sitting + being eaten out, simon being a freak, simon being very engrossed with your tiddies, spitting.
boyfriend!simon riley who's obsessed with your tits after you got them pierced.
It’s not like he wasn't already incredibly devoted to them. That man loved squishing your tits together and nuzzling his face in between them. Or falling asleep on your chest after a rough day and having you card your fingers through his hair until he eventually would fall asleep and snore like an old bastard.
Simon would leave marks all over them, take a picture for keepsake just so he could jerk off to them whenever you were gone or he'd be out for deployment. He even had an own folder for them on his phone. Yeah, he is very dedicated man.
There were times when looking at them through a picture wasn't enough and he'd end up video calling you just to beg to see them for a bit. Because he was that hooked on them.
And now that they were pierced? Oh boy, they are never EVER going to feel neglected. During sex he'll spit a fat glob of saliva onto the metal barbells, watching it dribble down the underside of your tits before licking it up and sucking on em like a starved dog.
''I could play with these puppies for hours, lovie.''
It's like he's become more filthy after you got them done.
He's noticed you like when he pulls on them as well. Especially when you've changed the jewelry to those with the little chains on them, so he can hook a thumb into each one and tug. Whether it's when you're riding him and he's sitting there all smug, pulling on them just to make you whine and plead.
Or when you're sitting on his face and he’ll reach up to play with them as your grinding down on his tongue so desperately, while he's eating you out like a five course meal.
He'll also pinch at them whenever you're causing a hissy fit so you'll gasp and try pushing his hands away and practically giving him the biggest death glare ever.
Which honestly doesn't work because you're simply just too cute to attempt to look serious.
''Si!'' You'll exclaim and pout all sweet while crossing your arms under your chest, making your tits push up so nicely and Simon's eyes are immediately fixated on them, watching the way the nipple piercings show through your shirt.
And even though he'd already spent about twenty minutes worshipping them in bed, he definitely wouldn't mind throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taking you back, just do it all over again.
''Mhm?'' Simon barely hums in response as he's fully focusing on your tits, and you'll roll your eyes at him with a heavy sigh.
''You’re such a perv.''
a/n: give me a man as obsessed as him pls. this little blurb came to me at 6AM in the morning after having totally messed up my sleep schedule... sigh
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captain john price who thinks you’re cheating on his with his lieutenant, simon riley, so he thoroughly bangs you in his office, making sure to leave visible marks along your jawline and neck which he’s usually so careful about.
he shoves your panties in your mouth, placing his firm hand on top to seal the sticky fabric against your tongue.
and when simon comes in for their pre-planned meeting, he’s greeted with the sight of your head hanging off of the desk and knees draped over his captain’s shoulders.
price commands him to stay, talking through infiltration strategies, potential threats, new shipment of weapons and new personnel changes as all planned. would have been a perfectly normal meeting had price not been rutting up into your soaked cunt the whole time.
and simon is blissfully unaware of price’s accusation, but more preoccupied with making sure his eyes don’t drift any lower than the captain’s stare.
so he sits stiffly, eyes shutting briefly as he hears you mewl when a sharp crack comes down against your clit.
and when price’s soften dick slips out of your abused and dripping puss, he finally peels the panties that are equally as wet with your saliva from your mouth.
that’s when you and simon finally get to explain that all the secret communication between you and his best man was to only plan him a surprise party for his birthday next week.
Imagine giving each of the team a portal pussy, not realizing that the portals didn't shut off when another was in use...
You're in the middle of enjoying the feeling of ghost snug inside you, the thick underside of his cock twitching every so often in his sleep. He loves to have you cockwarm him, something about feeling close to someone else helping with the nightmares.
You're nearly drifting off too when you feel it, a small nudge against your hole. It takes you a moment to realize what it is, assuming ghost is just adjusting himself when a sudden pressure pushes, stretching you.
In an instant, you're wide awake and reaching for your phone, trying to pull up the app and figure out what the fuck is going on. Only for what is now clearing the head of a dick to pop in, stretching your hole far beyond its used to.
"Fuck! Mmhh–!" You mewl, thighs clenching. You have to try three times before you manage to unlock your phone, the cock having coaxed itself halfway in by now. A quick glance at the hub and you're dialing soap.
"Johnny–! Wh‐what the hell are you doing?!" You hiss, whole body shuddering as the cock begins to thrust slowly, nudging ghost around inside you too.
"What? Line was open, can't a guy please himself?" Soap pants into the phone shamelessly. Embarrassingly, you can hear the slick sounds of yourself over the speaker "ghost always hogs you at night."
"Ghost is still in me!!" You gasp at the sudden, sharp thrust that earns you, soap moaning at the realization. Almost intentionally, soap starts thrusting harder, rutting against ghosts cock and using it to rub into your sweet spot.
You can only gasp and whine, stretched beyond you're used to and already overstimulated. Soaps moans continue to spill from the phone beside you, muttering "christ– can't wait to tell kyle about this, aye? Wonder how much ye can take–"
When he finally, finally cums, it's right alongside ghost. So much cum fills you you swear it leaks out a puddle below you, despite knowing it will go to the portals. You wait, but...soap doesn't pull out.
It's only when you hear snoring that you realize he intends to sleep with you stretched on two of the biggest cocks on the team.
... Could we possibly see when Johnny made the wee MacTavish? Cough cough breeding kink Soap cough cough. Who said that?
baby mactavish was made on holiday.
you're not married just yet. but that ring sits on your finger, the date of your wedding just two months away. most people think you're crazy for going on holiday so close to your wedding date, for spending the money. but you've set it aside just to get away just the two of you before your wedding.
your entire holiday is lounging around the pool in string bikinis, drinking cocktails your husband passes to you. it's paradise. sun, sex, and johnny mactavish in nothing swimming trunks.
yeah, he's getting it every night.
there's a small part of you that wishes you'd splurged, gotten a private villa so you can suck his dick by the pool. but you have to hold back, wait until you're back in your hotel room to get on your knees.
head thrown back, johnny is moaning. he unties the strings of your bikini like it's ritual, the top half falling away from your body.
yeah, you guys fuck every which way in that hotel room. missionary, him pinning your wrists to the bed. doggy, his hands on your ass, grip tight enough to bruise. he has you on his lap, thrusting up into you. moaning and groaning and making every gross noise you love so much.
johnny mactavish, your husband to be, is disgusting. sweaty cuddling after a round of mind blowing sex that turns into his fingers playing with you, making you squirm until you're climbing onto his lap, tugging at his hair as you ride him.
and we're talking several rounds a night. you're so bloody exhausted the next day, you can do nothing but lounge by the pool and drink the cocktails your husband brings you (he has one too. johnny mactavish loves a pina colada).
here's the thing. you're in paradise. you're enjoying some good drinks. you forget the condoms lodged in the front pocket of your suitcase more than once.
you forget them most nights. you forget them most rounds. yeah, you're flying home pregnant.
you both clock the missing condoms, stop to make the decision. arms hooked around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair as you say, "get me pregnant."
the floodgates have been opened. johnny is grunting, holding your hips, working himself until he's finishing inside of you. pulling out to watch his cum drip from you, shaking his head and fingering it back into you.
a repeated process over several sounds over several days.
it's no wonder baby mactavish comes out the coolest little kid the 141 have eber met. look where he was conceived.
"johnny what the fuck?" you growl, thunder booming angry in the storm behind you. rain cries loud as it pours heavy against the earth, mini floods covering the sidewalk you had previously stumbled through.
the moment your fist met the peeling paint of his door, it was swung open. johnny mactavish standing in its wake. grey boxers you dared not look at, and an old military tee. last name plastered in yellow on the back.
"aye, ye came."
only because simon wasnt home.
you dont mention that. scarcely acknowledge the only reason you stood in front of johnny was because your boyfriend was off somewhere else in the world. gone last minute for a solo mission.
"hard to ignore you blowing my fucking phone up," you opt for that exscuse instead.
"coulda blocked meh,"
you scowl. hands clenched in the pockets of simons hoodie. swallowing your figure with its thick fabric, an ideal shield from the drama of the nights storm.
"what? what could you possi—" youre cut off by johnny reaching for you. grubby paws grasping at your arms and pulling you into his chest. startled, you freeze with an 'umph!'. chilling wind whispering behind you.
"ah missed ye so much," he whines. rubbing along the fabric of the hoodie. "'s this simons?" its his turn to scowl.
you wiggle from his hold and smack his hands from off of you. clearly angry with the glare you give in reciprocation. "john!" you grit.
"wot? the feck you wearin' 'is shite fer?" he pouts, pulling at the loose sleeves before eventually youre smacking annoys him. "an' wots wi' the john?" he mimicks your voice. far too airy to be anywhere near accurate.
"because hes my boyfriend! hes my boyfriend john and you need to get over whatever the fuck this is," you stomp slightly. water splashing onto his floor.
"we aren' over."
thunder cracks across the murky abyss behind. your heart restarts with the surge of energy, racing pulse realigning with nature herself.
you freeze. blinking back a disgusted look of shock when it all comes back. you knew the military was hard, but no way he was already losing it.
"..exscuse me?"
"never told me luv," he grins. blues bright was excitment. like he was simply reminding you of mundane excitement. "din' agree."
you cant stop yourself from whispering 'what the fuck', absolutely appalled by his..argument? exscuses? begging?
words struggle to string themselves together in a coherent sentence. they clatter around your head too quickly to grab.
"i— johnny.." you stutter. mouth agape as you fight to maintain a semblance of responsibility. "what the actual fuck." he rolls his eyes. head moving with them as he puffs out a blow of air.
"aye, ahm not lyin' mm?"
"are you crazy? simon literally told me youve been sleeping with girls from the bar. nothing about 'us' is together." you gesture between the two of you.
"ah missed ye! ye knen ah wouldn' cheat otherwise,"
"holy shit youve lost it." your mouth drops open, stepping back from him. rain carefully flicks onto your back. freshly done brows fully furrowed as you look at him.
"ah 'ave not! ahm tellin' the truth," he counters. reaching for you again. his grips stronger than the last, pulling you forwards. his neck cranes down towards your face. puppy eyes large. "hen, luv ple—"
your hand blossoms red on its back. pain stinging through your skin, his breath hitches. deep groan barely bitten back as his head is rocked the other way.
his cheek burns in hot pain. weak compared to all elses hes been through.
"get a fucking grip johnny." you growl. yanking his stunned hands from you and storming off into the anger of the night. darkness swallowing you past the lame light that fades from his house.
you walk with the rain, tears blurring with whatever water splashes onto your face. your phone buzzes deep in the hoodie pocket.
I’m still thinking about Trucker!Simon. Days crammed in that reeking rig making your skin and little sundress soaked and stiff with the sour, heavy musk of him.
Tosses you a few crumpled bills at a truck stop like you’re a stray dog and you buy the cheapest makeup off the spinning rack, and try putting some onto your face in the piss stinking bathroom.
The second you’re back in the cab he grabs your face with those nicotine yellow fingers, squishing your cheeks hard until your lips pout open like a blow up doll.
Leans in and spits a thick, ropey glob right onto your tongue. Then those filthy digits follow, shoving past your teeth, scraping over your tongue and ramming deep into your throat until your eyes water, cheap mascara running in black, tarry streaks down your cheeks while you gag, throat convulsing, coating his fingers in thick, slimy spit.
When he finally yanks them out, long, viscous strands of your spit stretch obscenely between his dirty fingers and your gasping, drooling mouth.
Smears the whole mess across your face, dragging it through your ruined lipgloss, over your flushed cheek, turning your sad little attempt at looking pretty into a shiny, filthy ruin of spit, snot, and cheap drugstore makeup.
A proper lot lizard now. Messy. Just how he likes his girls.
Your first sexual interaction with Simon Riley is in the back of a dark alley way.
cw: 18+ mdni, semi-public sèx, male reader, jealousy, frotting, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home kids)
Some small street fair, you managed to lay eyes upon him from the stall you were shopping for clothes at.
It’s been a couple weeks of more than casual flirting, glances and smirks, snorts and letting his whiskey brown eyes trail all over you in your barista outfit while your eyes do the same. He’s fit, always has been and anyone with eyes would notice, but it looks almost too good today, a tight long sleeve shirt that hugs his muscles in a black bomber jacket, mask coving his mouth, tattoo creeping up his neck, bleach blonde strands styled. A new piercing in one of his ears.
You could eat him right there. Get full off his cock right on the pavement infront of that pop up chicken spot. You’re getting ahead of yourself, maybe.
But he’s with some guys you don’t know, trailing behind them as they chat it up with a couple of girls who have came up to him. It’s annoying you.
The way his eyes aren’t on you, the ends of his eyes aren’t crinkling like they always do, it’s like you’re a stranger. You’re not even sure if he’s noticed you yet. So you walk anyway, none of the clothing items catching your eye. But Simons been watching you for the last ten minutes, saw the one guy who came up to you and prayed he wasn’t trying to make a move.
Simon got lucky.
He gives Gaz and Soap the heads up as he watches you head of curls move through the crowd, them and the girls surrounding them let out whines but Ghost is already on the move. Almost right beside you when he catches up to you.
“You’re runnin from me?”
No ‘hello’ or ‘it’s good to finally talk with you’ or ‘what’s your name?’ Just— ‘You’re runnin from me’ more like a statement than a question. But it’s the truth. You know it is.
A ghost of a smile is on your lips, fingers gliding over the slightly old book on the stand in front of you. You push down the want to stutter out a shy ‘hello’ with, “It’s good to see you not in uniform, Simon.”
Oh, you’ve got the British man buzzing just from the words falling from your lips. Simon shifts on his feet, stuffing his hands in his double XXL bomber jacket— “You look good yourself.” It’s a quick glance at the outfit you have on, maybe the 6th time he’s done it since he’s seen you. A breath of fresh air, he nods towards the bag of good in your hands, “You’ve got a lot of interests.”
“Just a few.” You shrug, but the heat is under your cheeks, theres a multitude of different things you have bought but might not even use. You can’t help yourself, it’s all interesting. You have a knack for hobbies, question is, will you actually try them?
And the way Simon is reading you, God, does he plan on being a new hobby.
He can’t even get another word out, when the vender, shorter than you is completely enamored with you. Overly giggling as he shows off the books he’s selling and crossing his arms across his chest to show off his muscles. Smiling, running his fingers through his hair.
Simon feels his jaw tighten. Simon throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, his voice is harmonic in your ear, “Loooot of options here dove, what are you gonna choose?” As if he’s interested in these fucking books and not the way your heart is pounding, the way you freeze in his hold, let out a little gasp but lean into his warm embrace. Glancing up at him while the ends of your lips curl upward, “I’m good I think, maybe next time.”
And it’s all silly, stupid really, the way you barley know each other, but you let this brute of a man pull you into the alleyway, yanking off his mask was he has on and lets his lips hover yours. Searching his eyes till you fall, stupid, yanking him by the jacket onto your lips. So greedily kissing each other as Simon backs you into the brick wall.
Simon’s large hands trail down your back, pulling your hips closer. Giving your plump ass a squeeze. “Were you waitin for me just like this, dove hm?” He pants, head resting on your shoulder as while he grinds your hips onto his. Both of your hardening cocks brushing against each other through your jeans. “Fuck, needed my hands on you for so long, I bet you were achin for it.”
You can’t help but let out a little moan, smacking his shoulder as his lips trail the side of your neck. You roll your eyes as he nibbles down, breath hitching, humping against him more, you grit, “Shut up.”
Simon can’t help the end of his lip from curling upward, inhaling the little moan you let out when he smashing your lips onto his again. Teeth clanging against each other. Small groans and shuffling of clothes filling the little ally till you hear a little rustle. The chatter of people and footsteps not so far away.
You shove him, just a bit to get his attention, “someone will see,” you pant, whispering.
“If you keep fuckin quiet, wouldn’t have to worry would we?” He grunts, zipping your fly down and sliding your length out of your jeans. You’re half hard. Immediately covering your mouth with the back of your hand as he rolls hand first down it. Rubbing you off with his tight hand. Up and down every bit, fast, rolling his thumb over the tip leaking pre, “Fuckin ‘ell, you’re soaked, just from a little hand job dove?” He teases.
You let out a little keen, hand shooting out to touch his buldging cock, “I bet you’re the fuckin same Simon,” your eyes meet his, not even getting another chance to tease him, his lips are on yours, the need to drawl another anything from your plump lips, pulling his own cock out. It’s larger, blood rushing all over it.
You can feel every vein of his against yours as he puts both of your members together, twisting his hand over the both of them, quick. Simon rests his forehead on yours, groaning, “Fuuuck- thaat’s it dove, spit.”
You do, thrusting your hips up and letting out a muffled moan, clawing at his bomber jacket while Simon strokes you both off. Grinding into you for more friction.
“Shit Simon- uhh- wait-“
You lose your breath, mouth agape as you spurt cum all over his hand, Simon cums soon after, rubbing out all the jiz both of your cocks are willing to as you both come down from your highs.
“Made a decision?” Simon quips as you zip yourself up.
You cock an eyebrow, “On?”
“What you want.”
It’s at the tip of your tongue, well Simon was just at the tip of it. Swapping saliva just a few minutes ago. And still, you want more. Every little bit helps gives you is never enough. You shift, nodding towards ahead back to the Main Street, “I want some food,” you let out a breath.
“Care to join me?”
You don’t want to sound desperate, you don’t, you know you don’t. But just a little bit more of his time. Even if he has to meet back up with his friends.
Simons adjusts his mask, right on your heels, brown eyes shining with amusement— a mutt with a new owner.
“By all means dovie.”
a/n: conjured this up and idk how to feel about it. To the one singular person who asked for a part two of this.
simon wouldn’t be seen even close to medical with the old nurse, but you? the new volunteer nurse with gentle hands and an innocent smile. he found every excuse to be in the same building as you. he always found himself staring like a lovesick idiot, wondering how you’d feel in his arms, warm and soft with your small floppy ears that always poked at your eye.
or how you’d clench around him while he beats into your sloppy hole, your bunny ears the perfect “handbars” from when he railed you from the back or giving head. he definitely didn’t jerk off to the thought of that.
he had a few forced interactions with you, the time he paid soap to punch him hard enough to give him a nose bleed just so you could hold his face and clean him up.
today might’ve been his lucky day, a knife lodged in his lower stomach. hurt like a bitch, but the thought of you bandaging him up — oh yeah.
he leaned against your doorframe, clutching his side and watched you for a second, his pants feeling tighter just by the scent of you.
“you busy swee’heart?” his gruff voice perked your ears up and you turned on your chair. the sight of you almost made his pain disappear but a step toward just reminded him of his situation.
you moved quickly, worry on your face. “what happened?” you led him to the patient bed, pushing him to sit down. “got stabbed, no medics on scene .. been a few hours now.” you let out a tsk, getting supplies as he lays down. “let me see it.”
asking to see him shirtless? professionally or not, his thoughts ran back to life as he removed his vest and black vest beneath. the wound wasn’t pretty with the knife already removed — dried blood around it while small specks still oozed out.
you frowned, lower lip poked out as your heart hurt for him. you couldn’t help but feel sorry for all the soliders that came to you, strong and trained or not every wound made you want to comfort them. “‘m fine ..” but lying to you felt wrong — like kicking a puppy. “hurts like a bitch ..”
“ill get you cleaned up, you won’t need stitches at least.” he grunts in agreement. staring at your concentrated face while you worked on his lower stomach, so close to his .. God simon, get it together.
he gripped your hips automatically when the antiseptic touched the ripped skin. he let out a hiss, gripping harder with each dab before realising it was you and he probably hurt you. “sorry .. sorry luv.”
you finished patching him up, his lower stomach still sore and covered in white bandages. “ill just put this on the system, then you’re free to go m’kay?” you spun on your chair, fingers working on the keyboard.
simon stared at your back and without thinking (which wasn’t like him) and stood up despite only just being treated and stood tall behind you. you looked up and stood as the paperwork finished, turning to face him. “you should be resting, no unnecessary movement!”
“ill be okay, don’t worry ‘bout me ..” he mumbled, hands moving to your hips as he tilted his head down at you. you just huffed, “rest, simon riley or it won’t get better.” his name from your mouth made him want to just combust in his pants.
he took slow steps backwards, pulling you along with him until he sat back down on the bed with you standing between his open legs. “id rather do this then rest swee’heart.” he pressed his lips slowly against yours — sweet and slow letting you get into it before getting rough.
he pulled you up to sit on his thigh, kissing you deeply before moving down your jaw to your neck. you tried to resist him, weakly pushing at his chest and whining before you gave in.
no secret you’d been eyeing the 6’5 pure muscle man since you first stepped into the base.
you grinding on his thigh, hands clutching the back of his neck as he nipped and sucked on yours. his hands kneaded at your hips then moved to your ass, stretching the two cheeks apart and giving one a swat.
your hips stuttered at the smack, causing you to whimper and move faster. “si- ughm .. simon!” “more, more more!” your cries reached his ears and he flipped you both over, laying you on your back while he hovered above you.
“been dreamin’ about doing this to you ..” he admits shamelessly, tugging at your skirt to throw it aside. pretty pink panties? you were just the cutest.
you attempt to hide your panties , crossing your thighs over eachother as you try sit up. he holds you down with a hand his other holding your thighs open as he nudges a knee between them.
“hiding this from me? never baby.” he circles his thumb over your clothed pussy causing you to squirm. “sensitive bunny, hm?” he teases over the lace before giving in to his own desires and ripping them clean off. your puffy pussy clenches around the cold air, wet glistening it.
he didn’t warn you, pushing in three fingers and moaning when your walls clench and stretch around them. he moves your legs over his shoulder for better access, pushing his digits deeper each thrust while you sung out. he buried his face between your breasts, humming like he was right were he wanted to be.
“louder, come on i know you can do it.” “just like that, you like that baby?” his praise made your eyes and mind blurry, you couldn’t handle it. “simon .. pluh-please! can’t take it no mo’”
he grins, like winning the lottery. “gonna cum? cum on my fingers, go on.” he pushed in a final finger, slapping your clit with his free hand. liquid shot out, wetting both your shirts and thighs before white oozed out. oh you were a squirted?
he pulled out his wet fingers, licking two himself before positioning the rest at your mouth. “taste yourself, clean up your mess.”
your tongue swirled around them, lips wrapped tight around them. the bulge nudged against your wet core was a sign this wasn’t just over yet.
a/n : this is sloppy and rushed but i loved the idea of this i had to do it !!
I mean, after a certain point Dad bf!John Price hates when you call him even by last name or first name, it’s either you’re deathly serious when you use it or don’t use it at all.
Gotten so used to the roll, will go by anything but John.
Loves taking care of you, you being is sweet darlin, pushing the trolly that’s starting to fill up with food, slapping your ass and telling you to go to get something from the next isle that’s on the grocery list. Or you whining out a ‘Daaaad come on’ while he smothers your cheek in kisses while dropping you off where you need to be. Hearing the ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’ when you reply to him. Being the first person he calls to come pick you and your friends up after a long night out, or when you need help moving something that will definitely have his back aching.
Or the way he’s slip his tongue down your throat after two guys your age tried to ask you out and all you replied with was, “My old man’s comin, m’ okay.”
Simply so proud of you, is sweet girl. Well mannered.
Or late night calls when he’s stuff in the office, your sleepy murmurs filling his ears, “Just callin t’ check on you Daddy. That’s all, won’t hold you up, promise.”
Can’t wait to get home to you, sitting beside your sleeping form, back of his finger caressing your cheek. Sucking in a breath the way your angelic face looks in the soft hue of night stand lamp, “Daddy’s here dove, missed you.”
So please don’t call him by first name. Please.
The older man will fuck your brains out till that’s the only words coming out of you. Your hands tugging the sheets and he stuffs your snug cunt full again to night, arching you back off the bed just enough in prone bone you can feel the curve of his cock inside you. Toes curling while John slams his member creamed in your cum, into you gushing hole, he tsks, hand around your throat for behind and lifting your tear stained face from the bed. “Hah- You’ll have t’ remind me again sweetheart, ‘f the man takin care ‘f you hm?”
Your jaw drops, blood curdling moan leaving your mouth as the crown of his cock bruises your g-spot, “Daaaad, ‘m sorr— ohh- Daddy!”
“What was that?” He mocks, grinding into you so hard the cheeks of your ass are flat against him, he smirks when he feels your gummy walls squeeze around him, dragging him further inside you. “Don’t think I heard you.”
You can’t even hear yourself think, not over the uncontrollable moans and keens coming from you, eyes rolling into your skull every time he thrusts inside you. You don’t even realize he’s got you crying out, ‘Dad mm- Dad, Daaad,’ till you feel his fingers are on your tongue and keeping your mouth open, Saliva dripping down your chin and you’re still letting out those filthy muffled squeals.
He can’t help the sick smile on his lips, growling, “Shit love, just what ‘m I gonna do with you?”
Of Course, he’s gonna take care of you. It’s what good Dads do!
cw: degrading, minor spanking, power dynamic, spitting, john being a bit of a bully, choking, soft!dom john
husband! john price whom told you not to leave the cabin but you never listen, do you?
You knew the second John found out about what you’d done, that he wouldn't let it go by scolding you with a few words. John had always thoroughly enjoyed physical punishment, which meant he would fuck you senseless until you’d listen. John also knew that you very much enjoyed defying his words just so he’d touch you.
And what’s fun if not being a bit of a brat from time to time?
John had explicitly told you ''Don't ever leave this cabin unless I'm right behind ya, got it?'' and yet you had defied his words. And John didn't take disobedience lightly.
That’s exactly what you'd done that day. Having decided to leave your shared cozy little cabin and sneak out to pick some berries.
You knew it was stupid; he’d make you feel it the second he caught onto your little adventure. But you wanted that and enjoyed going against what John said.
You long for the outcome just as much as John love giving it to you.
Giggling at the thought as you trekked further into the forest. It was beautiful here at this time of year, making you feel all warm and content. John had bought the cabin a few years back, wanting some place where the two of you could enjoy the scenery and the company of each other.
You hadn’t even been out for ten minutes before a branch nearby made a sharp crackling sound, and the sign alone let you know that John had discovered your absence from the cabin.
''Did you forget what I told you, love'?'' John’s voice echoed from somewhere in the distance, and your eyes averted to every direction, trying to spot him. But he was nowhere to be seen. Though it grew silent after that, like you had imagined his voice and the sound of him approaching altogether.
So you turned back around, bent down to gather a couple more ripe and juicy berries. Straightening up you feel it, that familiar scent rushing up your nose, pine, gun oil, and the distinct bodily smell that belonged solely to him.
You knew you hadn't imagined hearing him earlier. He was a military veteran after all. Years spent hunting down enemies who didn’t wanna be found, learning how to approach prey without making the slightest sound, unless he wanted you to know he was there. Lurking, waiting for the right moment to come up on you.
You stood frozen for what felt like an eternity until a hand snaked around your stomach, yanking you back against a solid and warm chest. ''I'll always find you.'' John's voice was calm, voice lowering ''You know that right?''
He nuzzled at the side of your neck, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, his hand tightened around your stomach, trying to press himself even closer to you, if that was even possible. ''Are you... mad?'' The question was dumb, yet it came out of your mouth automatically.
He chuckled as he turned you around to face him, your eyes locking with his blue ones. ''Mad? Oh love... I'm furious. You know what happens to wives who don't listen.''
''They get punished.'' You answered, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, hands tightening on the basket filled with berries.
He hummed in response, hand lifting to pull your bottom lip free, ''No biting. That's my job, love''
And later on, he'll have you right there on the forest floor, begging him to slow down his pace because it's just too much. His hips snap against yours as he slides the fat head of his cock in and out, as you're barely able to keep up with it.
Your knees are pushed up against your chest, giving John the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. He’ll lift your hips up and pull almost all the way out and hold you there for a bit, before slamming right back in. Hands clutching and clawing at his back, as your cunt welcomed him back.
‘’Yeah that’s it. Sucking me right back in.’’
Because John doesn't do soft. This is always how it goes; he does rough and harsh. He wants to remind this pretty body that only he's allowed to be inside it, and use it whenever he damn pleases.
He is your husband after all.
As your husband, the thought of another man even breathing in the same direction as you would have John threaten to put a bullet right between the guy's eyes. Which is why there will never be another man, ever.
Till death do us part and all that.
Which is why he's so determined to go all the way in everything he does, especially when it comes to you, his wife.
''John... please.. it's..mphf.. too much.'' You whine as your nails dig into the soil of the forest floor, head going numb from the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside you. He stretched you out so well every. single. time.
Everything about John was so big. Large hands and forearms to pick you up whenever he wanted. His weight pinning you down on any surface he could find. Manhandling and putting you in any position he’d like. There was absolutely nothing small about this hunk of a man.
''You asked for this the second you decided to step that pretty arse out the cabin door.'' He growled as his hand reached out to grasp your throat, constricting your airway just enough to show you who’s in control, whilst the other was occupied with feeling his cock hitting that sweet spot inside your tummy.
The pad of his finger smears the cherry-flavored gloss you had applied earlier that day, ''Now open that fuckin' mouth for me.''
You did as he said without much thought, opening your mouth for him.
His eyes darkened, and if his pupils weren't already blown out, they certainly were now, ''That's a good wife.'' He praised, then spat into your mouth at the same time as he delivered a harsh thrust, making your breath hitch before you swallowed.
''This pussy is so greedy for me, isn't that right, love?'' His eyes were locked on your face, watching the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your tits were bouncing and before you knew it, he was leaning down to drag his teeth over one just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
''These tits, this cunt, that mouth, they belong to me all the same.'' He added as he moved to the other one, ravishing that one just the same. You could almost not hear what he was saying, your brain felt all floaty and numb, only able to reply back with a, ''Mhm...''
John snickered at your response, ''Going all dumb already. Pathetic little thing.'' He taunted as he slid his cock out of you, a trickle of pre cum dribbling down his shaft and onto your glistening cunt. You whimpered at the loss, already reaching out for him again.
He smacked at your hand, making a tsk sound before grabbing your waist to force you onto all fours. ''You don't make the calls here. Especially not after disobeying me.''
''John...'' You whined, eyes glassy and bottom lip pushing out into a pout.
You could barely register how rough the forest floor felt against your knees, brain dumbed down to a puddle, and the only thought swirling around in that little head of yours was his cock.
He delivers a smack to your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward and your eyes closing on a whimper. ''I told you not to leave the cabin without me, didn't I? But you just had to go and act like a brat. You did it just so I'd fuck you.''
He wasn't wrong, not in the slightest. You knew he'd correct you for your actions. John was protective by nature, and the rule of you not leaving the cabin without him was set simply to keep you safe.
John groans as he slips back in from behind, hands gripping your hips so harshly they'd be blue and purple by morning. He drove into you at a steady pace, your soft moans and his grunts mingling together. John grabs a fistful of your hair, twirling it in his hand and pulls your head back.
You met his eyes over your shoulder, ''You gonna start being a good little wife and behave, ay?'' You nodded, lips parting as you push back against him, meeting his rhythm. Your lack of verbal response has him swatting at your ass again.
''Words, love.'' He demands, the hold on your hair bordering on painful.
''Yes... yes.. I promise ah—'' You replied, hips twitching as you felt your orgasm inching closer. John notices and slips one of his hands down your front, finding your clit. The other letting go of your hair to grasp at your hip. Pleasure licks up your spine as John's cock drives into you, faster now, along with his digits rubbing at your swollen bud.
It was almost too good, almost too much.
''You say you promise, but I know you're going to do it again. I'm not an fuckin' muppet. You -thrust-know -thrust-that -thrust- don't you, wife?'' Every word punctuates with his cock kissing your cervix. You cry out as your head bows forward. Soft little sounds slipping out from your lips.
He was being a meanie.
''You gonna cum, hm?'' You bobbed your head in response, feeling too fucked out to give him a proper answer this time. Hoping that was enough for him.
John was nearing his own end, but he was holding himself back. Although you'd been bad, he always made sure you came first.
Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, body shaking and twitching. Overwhelmed and starting to turn into jelly as you cry out. John wraps his arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall face-first right onto the ground. ''Easy there, love.''
He mouths at your shoulder blades as he delivers a few more thrusts into you before his own climax comes. John swears ''Fuck.. yeah that’s it, so fucking good....'' as ropes of cum paint the gummy walls of your cunt, his sweat-slicked front molding against your back.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You both stay connected as the pleasure was slowly ebbing away, and exhaustion came. John pushes your damp hair to the side, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
''You alright?'' He questions. Despite his roughness just moments ago, he’d still slip in with soft-spoken words.
''Uh huh...'' You lean back against him, trying to catch your breath.
John let out a gruff laugh, ''You’ll go against what I say next time, won’t you?'' You can't help but laugh, the sound light and breathless, tilting your head back to give him a chaste kiss on his jaw.
''I would never. I’m a good wife who listens to her husband.'' You try to sound serious, but you were never really good at hiding what you mean. John raises a brow, the look on your face betraying you as you hold back from smiling.
Because you both knew that it wouldn’t go long before you’d do something like that again.
‘’Cheeky little thing.’’
a/n: i tried a more present-tense writing style, since it’s such a habit to switch between them in the same fic. hopefully it turned out enjoyable!!
laying outside in your little sundress and nothing else. you look so sweetly innocent as you lay your body on the picnic blanket, book open in front of you.
he's sure you'd be looking at him like you want him to lean down and kiss you. like you want him to grip your chin and slip his thumb into your mouth.
but kyle is staring at you from behind. and he can see everything.
your soft legs. thick thighs he loves to have wrapped around his head. your skirt hides everything else, but a moment of wind and you're revealed to him.
god, he feels like such a pervert. watching you through the kitchen window, waiting for the right moment. his hand is already in his shorts, already stroking his cock.
he's desperate for that gust of wind. the one that will lift your skirt, that will let him see everything. ass cheeks that still wear bruises from last night, cunt begging to be used. all he has to do is go over there, make his presence known and fuck you right here in the garden.
but he doesn't. kyle hangs back, his mouth dry as he watches you. he pushes his shorts just enough to free his cock, to easily stroke his cock to you. and you're completely unaware, reading your book.
"fuck," he grunts, throwing his head back. why had you bothered to wear anything at all? but he's glad you did. something about the way the white material (covered in little pink flowers) lays over your legs until it doesn't.
god, he's disgusting. he's a fucking pervert but only for you. all you have to do is turn around and catch him. that would be enough to make him spill on the counter top. he's disgusting. he's fucking gross. he wants you to turn around, to watch him through the window as he finishes.
you slip the bookmark between the pages of your book and turn around. your elbows prop you up and you smile at him like you know what you're doing. you bring your knees up, your skirt falling around your hips.
that's what does it. the final move that has him spilling against the counter. he braces himself, holds the oak counter top, eyes shut. the image of you is burned in there, knees falling open.
18+, simon ghost riley filthy thoughts because i can
simon's obsession with your cunt is the filthiest secret he keeps, the one that makes his hands shake when he thinks about it in the middle of briefings.
he can't fucking help it. ever since that first time - your naked body spread out on his bed, begging for his touch - has been completely, utterly hooked. addicted. he can't get enough of the way your pussy feels clenching around his fingers, his cock. the way you taste when he buries his face between your thighs, the sweet musky smell that drives him insane. especially how you look when you're turned on, swollen and glistening for him.
it's gotten bad. really fucking bad. he'll spend hours just playing with you, watching your face as he works you up, sees the pleasure build until you're writhing and moaning his name. loves feeling your slick coating his fingers, how fucking wet you get for him. and god, when you squirt - when you soak his face and hand because he finally pushed you over the edge - that's his favorite part. that's when he feels like he's won something.
he's even started recording it. little videos of you coming apart on his fingers, your pretty pussy spasming as you cry out his name. watches them when he's away on missions, craving you like the worst kind of addiction. it's the only thing that gets him through those long, lonely nights, knowing he'll be home soon to bury his face between your legs again.
on longer ops, he's gotten even more depraved. he steals your panties before he leaves. tucks them into his pocket, pressing them to his nose when he strokes himself. loves that faint scent of you, a desperate reminder of home, of your body waiting for him.
johnny and gaz have no fucking clue. none of the task force knows that their stoic, professional lieutenant is completely pussy-whipped. they'd never believe it if they found out. but simon doesn't care. as long as he gets to keep indulging in his favorite pastime, he'll keep his shameful little secret to himself.
One rule your boyfriend has for you posting dress pics to social media
He gets to be in the background of the mirror
The last time your co-workers hit on you because of the first photo, you tried to explain that you have a boyfriend and he will kick anyone's ass if they hit on you. They laughed and said they can take his little ass anytime.
So now, here you are
Dress clad on, flowers in hue that compliments your skin tone and smile
His strong arm secured around your waist, your phone in the other hand taking the picture
It looked like a beast holding a delicate flower in his palm
The mirror pic was all they needed to see that your boyfriend, wasn't some lil boy
But a big ass man with a stone eyed look, and arm muscles bigger than your head
Needless to say, they still had the balls to comment on the post, but not in person anymore
No thoughts just soap with erectile dysfunction and reader who has a...unique fix for it...
Truly, it was for your own amusement when the problem first came up. Johnny bowed over you, half undressed and sweaty, desperately jerking his soft cock and muttering "fuck– give me a minute, ach– I can, I just need—"
"Oh my god, seriously, johnny?" You snort, a bit flustered at the whole situation and still in that teasing mindset from earlier. "Aren't you in your twenties? What the hell?"
The comment makes soap blush down to his chest, and he lets out an embarrassed whine, changing tempo desperately. "C'mon, don't say that– I can– i can do it—"
"Yeah? It sure looks like you can't." You raise a brow, slipping a hand down to rub yourself because fuck this is hot, "all that talk and you've got a useless dick? Huh, johnny?"
"No! No, c'mon–" soap jolts, the arm holding himself up giving way, face falling to hide in the crook of your neck while he keens high and humiliated.
All you hear are cute gasps until soap finally pulls away, whole face and shoulders a glowing pink, but grinning proudly. You glance down to see his cock, hard and full and just a bit red from his abuse.
Oh god he's big.
Soap laughs at your wide eyed expression, strong arms forcing your thighs apart and lining his tip up to your lubed hole.
"Uhm– c'mon now, soap, be gentle–" you stammer, reality settling in as he notches into you, oh fuck.
He just laughs, hooks your legs over his shoulders and revels in the keen you let out at the stress. "What was that? I thought you wanted a proper fuck?"
Oh you are so screwed.
Inspired by my papa @silverlullabies hehe
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