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And what if I said simon trying to finger you like price does bc he wants to be just like his dada and make mama feel good. What then.

- rommy

Then I’d say give me til lunchtime to brainstorm. You little hellion

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*pokes you with a stick* hey...hey...purity/virginity/blushing bride kink price who do we think his next victim is. My votes on kyle but methinks soap has that catholic advantage

– rommy

One of the many, many things that made Kyle an exceptional special forces operative was his ability to identify and exploit a weakness. It was a tendency that, without fail, both infuriated and aroused Price to distraction. He could manipulate like a sculptor, but Kyle, his protege, took it to the level of surgery. Applied to targets, it was devastating. Applied to himself? Lethal.

The white briefs were not lingerie. The thin slice across Kyle's inner thigh was not a broken hymen. But the idea took John's brainstem - the primal and human center where superstition and sentiment could still root - by an uncomfortable storm. Something about seeing the speckles of blood on his bedsheet, on the pale cotton between Kyle's legs, sent a shudder through him that shook his composure along with the mattress.

And how Kyle had immediately registered the new weak point, he may never know.

John had never met anyone else who fucked to win. But as soon as his eyes fixed on the blood between Kyle's legs, the man's panting pitched up. "Gently," he gasped, unmaking John viscerally. "It hurts."

"Fuck's sake," John huffed in return. He slipped his thumbs up through the sides of Kyle's briefs and did his best to remove them without disturbing the oozing cut. If his molasses mind recalled the mission debrief correctly, it had been the jagged edge of a hopped fence that had caught his clever sergeant through his tac pants. Decidedly unsexy. Kyle keened quietly as they dragged down his shins.

John met his eyes, trying to project how unimpressed he was. Wanted to be. Whichever. Too much blood was pooling between his own thighs to parse how the blood on Kyle’s was undoing him. Gruffly, he ordered, “Knees to chest.”

Kyle contorted obediently. Always. “Missionary?”

“Not a word.”

The innocence in Kyle’s voice was completely undermined by the sly tilt of his lashes. Limned in off-white lamplight, his pouting lips glimmered wet and inviting. John wanted to withhold the kiss just to spite him.

Instead, he redirected it. Kyle’s head fell back into the pillow, definitively impure, as John scooped under his hips and brought his mouth to Kyle’s hole. The thin coppery taste had his cock twitching. Folding his pretty man in half, devouring him, John categorically refused to meet the dark, shining eyes searching out more soft spots. If he built more erotic associations around Kyle Garrick, he’d rust the zip out of his trousers.

(Bits taken from my DMs with profgamer legendary matcher of my abominable freak)

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horny prompt: office setting, supply closet, 15m before an important/stressful meeting.

I consulted the committee on a ship for this and it’s SoapGaz. But then I thought of a good line for PriceGhost so they’re both doing it now

“We really don’t have time-“ John protested, as if he wasn’t the one shoving Kyle down by the shoulders. Not that he had to shove hard. It was almost suspicious how well Kyle managed to fold himself down between racks of copy paper. I’d have caused a paperclip avalanche by now. How often is he giving head in here?

“So little faith in me.” Kyle grinned lazily up at him before nuzzling at the tent in his trousers. “Think I can’t get you off in fifteen minutes?”

It was such an obvious ploy. Both of them meant to be presenting at the meeting, and suddenly Kyle just had to get his mouth around John’s cock? The bastard was angling for brownie points and they both knew it. When John showed up a sweaty mess and Kyle was his always-collected self, it would be one more tick in the Garrick column for the nice big office that MacMillan would be vacating at the end of the quarter. If Kyle really gave that much of a damn, he ought to have been on his knees for Shepherd instead.

Those were brain thoughts, of course. At the moment, his cock had the floor.

“Clarty bastard-“ John wheezed. One hand fluttered near Kyle’s ear while the other supported him against a supply rack. “Go on then, fuck-“

“Trousers down before I make you cum in them.”

Dammit, Kyle was so playing him. John fought his zip open enough to force his pants around his thighs. It would have been stupid to say that Kyle’s dark eyes glittered prettily in the headache-inducing fluorescent lights, but he sure opened his mouth prettily. Laving the flat of his tongue up the underside of John’s shaft, he teased, “Leaking in your knickers. Still think I can’t get you off in time?”

There were footsteps in the hallway. A leisurely walking pace, especially compared to John’s racing heart. Please don’t be coming for a hole punch. “Hurry up!”

He risked cupping the back of Kyle’s head and thrusting against his face, just once, and Kyle shot him an unimpressed look. Visibly refraining from a snotty comment, he opened his plush lips and framed John’s cock with them, gripping his shaft and rolling the tip over his soft tongue like he was licking a lollipop. The letters H and R melted clean out of John’s mind, along with the people in the hall, the box of thumbtacks jittering along the shelf his shaking hand was gripping, and any thought of ever seeing a corner office.

“Your golden boy comes in, sees you down there, what’s your story?” Simon grunted, drumming on the table and staring up at the ugly tiles of the meeting room ceiling. He wouldn’t look at Price. This was ridiculous.

“Doors locked. Only maintenance has keys.”

“Alright. Maintenance comes in, sees you down there.”

Price jabbed at Simon’s hip until he relented and lifted from the chair - one sullen inch - so his pants could get yanked down to his knees. “Dropped a pen,” Price muttered, wrestling with Simon’s belt until it sat puddled around his ankles.

“Down my socks?” Simon drawled. “‘ere, go on.”

Scrunching down to reach, he rescued his wallet from his rumpled trousers and took out a condom, passing it to Price. Price looked at it, muttered ‘cheers’, and flicked out from under the table where it vanished beneath a filing cabinet, never to be seen again.

Simon bristled. “You don’t know where I’ve been.”

Price didn’t even expend the energy for an eyeroll. “Know where you haven’t.”

“Get- fuck.” Price’s mouth closed around the tip of Simon’s half-hard cock and sucked almost too hard. His whiskers met the sparse blond bush of Simon’s groin in a little thicket of musk and body wash. The only way he could ever take Simon to the base was by taking him soft at first. He started to bob his head, feeling skin stiffen and heat against the roof of his mouth.

To his credit, Simon gave nothing away except a deep exhale and the creak of tendons as he clenched both fists. When Price pulled off for air, he grunted, “Mouth on you.”

“Prick on you,” Price shot back, fishing Simon’s balls out and rolling them in one hand. “Oughta be on websites.”

“Fucking websites.” Coughing to conceal a gritted moan, Simon undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt so he could reach in and tweak his hardening nipples. Price was unfairly fucking good with his mouth.

That mouth quirked on one side with a half-smile. Less than half, actually, given the cock in the way. Simon could almost hear the And what will you tell maintenance if they come in and find you tugging your tits?

Simon was rather of the opinion that maintenance could mind their bloody business. If Price wanted to go into this meeting with Shepherd with drool all down his shirt, more power to him.

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Anon with the fic rec here: I inhale everything ghoap (but not exclusively) and everything with any semblance of toxicity. I’m not sure whether you’re into that, but I like my fics with an ungodly amount of red flags. Especially anything with an age gap, power imbalance, dub-con or cnc.

Length does not really matter, I have lots of time on my hands.

My greatest thanks to you and I will absolutely sell my soul to make up for it.

‘I’m not sure if you’re into that’ oh precious angel. I agree that it’s generally best policy to assume someone is vanilla but that is most assuredly not the case here

Fic recs :3c

Vaguely in order of red flags 🚩

MILF $ by SanSmexy - the flags in this one are more mental than physically acted on but I’ll never miss an opportunity to rec this gorgeous WIP

One Shot Six by Michaelis - this one isn’t actually shippy (?yet) but the fucking world building and writing itself is gorgeous. It IS an xReader, in the sense that it’s in second person POV, but the Reader is incredibly well developed. I think I described it as Victor Hugo does Jason Bourne - it’s very noir.

Gnawing on Brittle Bones by CedarDove - I Fockin Love everything Cedar puts out and this one had me squirming in discomfort (funstyle) more than once (more cus I’m a bitch baby about infidelity than anything) it’s a threeway with König but I read your aura and it seems up ur alley

there will be no tenderness by simcoehole - this is the doorway into all the rest of our lovely Ben’s fics, of which there are many beautiful long and CRAZY ones that stress me the HELL out (I’m working on fæge right now and whenever I put my phone down with a big groan Spouse goes ‘is it the red string of fate one baby?’ And it always is)

Creeps Like You by snacctavish - “You know how I told you not to scream?” Ghost teased. “Don’t. But you should definitely struggle.”

And for your ?toxic PriceGaz fix (the question mark only because to call it Toxic feels utterly reductive, not because there’s any doubt that it’s Fuckin Wild) I can wholeheartedly recommend everything our precious Gaze has ever written, with special accolades for full tank and a hook into an eye

Same deal for 2009 Ghoap - lou__1 is the patron fuckin saint and I revisit their works weekly

And here’s where I’d put Xalethar’s exquisite 22Soapx22Ghostx09Soap…… but they privated it mere days ago…….. if you’re finding this post in the future go and look for that fic because I see it in my fucking dreams…….. To Thine Own Self Be True when will you come back from the war……

Obviously be a grownup and read the tags (lots of these have piss)

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I’m half asleep so this might be incoherent but it’s why I’m not overthinking myself out of sending it for your silly time. Double edged sword. Anyway.

Consider PriceGaz with FTM Kyle and forcemasc. I’m talking Gaz who wants to impress and will do so much and go so far for Price. Gaz with an unaccepting father whose wires get even more crossed when Price not only tells him to “take it like a man” when he pushes himself into his ass and also calls him son while he does it (naturally). Gaz masturbating in front of him and Price is giving him advice and shit and then just whips his own dick out to show him how to do it properly? Not sure if it’s in any way your thing but I don’t have the balls to write any of this and needed to share the brainworms. Goodnight I’m probably gonna wake up hard again 💔💔

I finally had something for this ....φ(・∀・*)

The strap-on had come from somewhere. Honestly, among John Price’s various activities, his shopping habits didn’t break the top 20 most questionable. If Kyle hadn’t been quite so distracted, he could have amused himself thinking about Price ducking between shelves in a seedy store, boonie hat peeping over displays of improbable insertables.

But he was distracted. And in the hierarchy of possible responses to the situation, amusement ranked somewhere subterranean.

“Looks good on you,” Price mused over Kyle’s shoulder. “Knew you’d have a nice, thick cock.”

Yes, sir or Thank you, Captain weren’t in the cards. Kyle could barely keep his drool in his mouth with his lower lip so trembly. It was nice and thick, though - the harness slung tight across his hips, O-ring nestling over his blood-dark clit, the base of the silicon dildo bumping against it with each of Price’s slow pulls. In his dim bedroom, the colour match to his skin was exact enough to make the illusion irresistible. If this toy hadn’t been bought specifically for him, for this, then Price was keeping some very interesting masturbatory habits to himself.

At the moment, Price had him before the full-length mirror, fully clothed where Kyle was naked. The throbbing bulge behind the older man’s fly seemed to pulse in time with the squeezing of Kyle’s own insides. Testosterone usually kept him from getting overly wet - right now, he could feel it halfway to his knees. My cock’s leaking, he thought in a daze. My Captain’s wanking me off in his bedroom and my cock’s drooling down my legs.

Price’s gruff musing, always superior, turned growlingly smug. “When I next fuck you, it’ll be like this,” he promised, tugging at Kyle’s earlobe with his teeth. “That nice fat cock, swinging useless between your legs. If you’re good, if you cum properly from getting your arse fucked, I’ll let you fuck my hand again.”

The grind of the body-warmed steel ring against his clit had very little to do with how his legs trembled. Kyle wondered if the thick drool from his cunt had originated between his ears. It sounded like a line from fucking Cosmo - The most significant erogenous zone is the brain! - but the way John Price worked him over, he was beginning to believe it.

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ghdhgdhhxhshs tboy anal dubcon where soap usually tops but he meets ghost and ghost decides soap is gonna bottom and uses his ass bc thats how real men fuck. gh. agh

So I’m dead on the floor.

Hhhhhhhghhhhh Ghost sliding his dick against Soap’s and snarking “Soaking wet, Johnny. Nice little lube dispenser you’ve got, slag.” Take me out back

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JOCK THIS MADE ME SCREAM LAUGH IM DYING

Context:

I got no time for his faggot ass dude I’m finally in a reading-fic headspace again and I’m back to chipping away at fæge (which I love to bits and is such an exquisite fucking piece that my small brain can only gnaw one chapter at a time) and he’s making me SO FUCKING MAD stuff his holes and nail him to the wall get his stupid face out of my SIGHT

Author Ben I’m sorry if you see this but we been hollering about it

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Per your last anon:

Johnny, with his wide blue eyes an trembling hands during communion, was the epitome of purity until Price decided to shatter it.

Late night confessions in the shadows sacristy pinned against the vestment cabinet, his breath hot against the boy's ear as he whispered absolutions laced with temptation, his cassock hiked up, rough fingers delving into the boy's virgin hole, stretching him open.

"Feel that, lad? That's the devil's work," Price growled, his free hand fisting Johnny's cock through his trousers, stroking him to hardness as Johnny whimper, cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.

Johnny's rosary beads dangled forgotten around his neck, clinking softly with each thrust of Price's fingers, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind the boy's eyelids. "You're mine now, Johnny. No more prayers to a silent God, pray to me instead."

WAHOOOO YIPPEEEEE YAAAAAY SACRILEGE!!!! Hang on lemme fish out a religious bit of the upcoming PriceGaz for ye