TOXIC!SIMON AND BALLERINA!READER who met through her brother who's on the same task force unit. their parents died in a car crash the day he came home from deployment and TOXIC!SIMON helped them with the funeral arrangements.
BALLERINA!READER who fell in love at first sight, looking at the yummy, huge man in her home, just wanting to have him wrap her in his arms and soothe her pain. TOXIC!SIMON who saw the perfect victim, taking his mask off for her in private to reel her in, cradling her thin frame as she wept.
TOXIC!SIMON who got her number quickly and would check in regularly, asking her if she needs help with anything. who began sending her flowers and little notes of hope, carving his initials into her heart.
TOXIC!SIMON who loves overseeing her practice, telling her just how terrible she is and reaffirming all of her fears and insecurities. BALLERINA!READER who just wants to be good enough - for him and those around her, but even her brother finds her insufferable. TOXIC!SIMON who, despite it all, is super impressed by her skill and relentless need to never give up.
TOXIC!SIMON who starts fights just to watch her cry, his cock hardening in his briefs at the sight of her brokenness. TOXIC!SIMON who just can't help but make it all better as he coos at her while tugging her onto his lap, giving her the warmest, most gentle kisses, and making her go dumb on his cock.
CN: nsfw, probably mdni, not too explicit but still
Not sure how I feel about this part but here we are.
John had to admit, that he didn't anticipate how perfectly you fit between all of them. It was meant to be a distraction, a way to wind down, to think of something other than all the bad in the world, without compromising the integrity of the task force. And yet, here you were, spread out on your bed, Johnny and Simon each on one side, working you up again in tandem or competition. Like a gift from whatever god still had mercy with their souls.
An idea was forming in his mind, but it was something better talked about sober, not when you were still high and on the way to be fucked brainless, at least if Johnny got his way.
"I thought the whole point of this was less thinking, sir?"
He didn't look up when Gaz placed a bottle of water next to the armchair Price had taken. Perfectly positioned to watch you squirm under the ministrations of his men. It fed something primal inside Price, a beast that he thought was satified with what they had. Apparently not. He wondered how far you would allow him to control your pleasure. If you would allow him, he had to remind himself.
"Penny for your thoughts? Although, I think I can guess it. They fit almost too well."
Gaz climbed onto his lap grinding against the raging boner Price hadn't even bothered to hide again. "This escalated in a way I was not expecting, but I am not complaining."
Breath caught when strong hands grabbed his ass and pressed him closer. "See something you want?"
"Nothing I don't already have, Sir." He gently pressed a kiss onto his Captain's lips.
"Is that so? Are you not worried they can give me something more? Look at them. Trusting us so completely. High and desperate, so easy to lead. I wonder how far we could go..."
"And how far would you want to go, Sir?" His voice was low and heated, still grinding his hips against Price.
"I want them to trust us. Fully. To know that even if I was putting a gun to their head, they are still trusting me. Just like you do."
John felt the shudder moving through Kyle. A need the younger man had tried to ignore until Price showed him that being submissive in one particular situation didn't mean he was weak or less capable as a specialist.
You were blissfully unaware of that quiet conversation, all you could think about was how good Simon's fingers felt. Slipping in and out your wet pussy, playing with your folds, a thumb circling your clit every now and then. Not urgent, just enough to keep you on edge. And feeling Johnny's lips and teeth over your throat, your breasts, teasing in the same slow way. You could feel Simon's cock through his pants, pressing against your hip. But when you tried to pull Johnny closer as well, Simon stopped you.
"Not yet, he has ta earn it. Don't ye, Johnny?"
"Is that so? But why?" You were slightly confused. But now that you thought about it, there was a certain dynamic that you hadn't noticed before. It was normal for teams like the 141 to have a strong hierarchy, necessary in the field. And some of it usually bled into their private time. But this...
"Captain Price, I think you forgot to mention something, when I asked about your boundaries."
Price had not looked away from you and grinned when your brain put together the new information. Much sober now, but still relaxed. Still trusting.
"Apologies. It wasn't important at the time and it doesn't change much."
Not much... But you felt a spark growing inside you. Maybe the idea of something that you never put a name to but had been looking for.
"With all respect, I think it is important. Especially if... This... will happen again. So... You are their Captain. Always?"
Price nodded. "Always. As long as they trust me. Freely given."
"And Simon?" You leaned back, felt the strong arms holding you once more. Trust. Yes, you could trust them. In more ways than you had expected.
"My second. In command when I am not there. He has my trust."
You nodded, but there was more to it. Something about the way Kyle was draped over his lap, arms around John's neck, hips slowly moving. Like a big cat, deadly but still soft and pliant when they trusted you.
"And you have theirs. That's your thing, right? You get your high from their trust." You smiled.
Price stopped for a moment, he had never thought about it that way. Yes, he needed their trust. Needed to know they felt safe with him and they would follow his command. It was mandatory, it worked both ways. He trusted them to follow his lead to the end. A brutal reality that they had accepted a long time ago.
"Huh. Never put it like that. But yes. It is exhilarating in a way. And where does that put you? Do you trust me? Us?"
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Ugh, I didn't plan to make it a thing and now we are back at relationship concepts and talking. Sorry if this is too much plot. (And I really hope @whimsicalbeans likes this one)
Warning: nothing that bad just cursing and mentioning of divorce.
Ships: Soap x Ghost, Gaz x Roach, Price x Nikolai
A/N: sad Roach and Gaz did get a divorce in my game, and Soap did say that ghost was the best cook in the house, but Nikolai and Price was already dating before hand. Also a little bit after Hesh got a crush on GAZ. Yeah my island is crazy….
"Soap" on missions or for banter, but "Johnny" is always accepted. (John is abhorrent.)
"Ghost" all the time. Maybe a single "Simon" in dire times.
"Gaz" is "Gaz" in all but paper. It fits him too well for him to be anything else. It's not a call sign, just a name. He hadn't any real attachment to Kyle anyway.
