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Kyle spends an ungodly amount of time on his skin care. He takes great pride in the way he looks, the softeness of his skin, the way he smells, the way his curls lay. He's the pretty boy, after all. He has to be pretty.
Simon watches from his seat on the toilet seat. "What's the next step?" He rumbles as Kyle opens up a new container of moisturizer.
"This is for dark spots and blemishes. It's the last lotion for the night." Kyle explains as he carefully dabs his face. Simon scoffs at the word blemishes. There was no such thing on his beautiful lovers face. He was perfect. Kyle playfully wrinkles his nose at Simon, smearing some leftover moisturizer onto his cheek. "I can hear your thoughts."
"Can you?" Simon teases, leaning into Kyle's thumb when he massages the product in.
"You're thinking that I'm the most handsome man you've ever seen." Kyle teases, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. Simon turns his head to softly kiss Kyle's palm.
"You are." He murmurs sincerely as he looks up at his lover, his face still slightly streaked with product. "Hurry up, pretty boy. I want to take you to bed."
hybrid!ghost getting affectionately and forcibly taken care of got a hold of me...
Ghost’s wings are magnificent, broad, shadow-black with that slick sheen that catches green and purple in the right light. He's every bit of crow hybrid, dangerous, watchful, and beautiful if you get close enough to notice.
He makes for a deadly operator, of course. One snap of his wing and a man's sternum is cracked. Can fly into any scenario. Doesn't hesitate to sacrifice the health of his wings if it means meeting the objective.
He doesn’t like people touching them. He doesn’t like people looking too long, either. He thinks the wings are too soft for someone like him. They’re always tucked in tight, always ruffled with old dust and ragged bits of down clinging where they shouldn’t.
Price notices, of course, and one day, after a debrief, after watching Ghost try to rake his fingers through a tough patch of tangled covert feathers with all the gentleness of a bear trap, Price finally just huffs.
“Sit. Down.” He points at the bench in front of him like it’s a battlefield command. “Wings out.”
Ghost gives him a look, like he might snarl or argue, but he doesn’t.
Reluctantly, stiffly, Ghost shrugs out of his tac vest and lets his wings stretch, arch, unfold. They’re massive, their span easily wider than he is tall and gorgeous in a way that makes Price’s tail sway once before he reins himself back in. He’s an Airedale Terrier hybrid, and sometimes he can't keep all that energy and excitement pinned down.
“You’re butchering them,” Price says, offended for the wings more than anything. “What the hell have you been doing to these?”
“Of course it bloody matters. You’ve got flight feathers folded in on down, you’ve broken at least three coverts trying to rip through mats—Ghost.”
“I tried,” Ghost snaps. “I don’t—no one ever taught me.”
That shuts Price up. And then, he tries again: “Do you want help?”
Ghost’s shoulders tense and he wrings his hands together once.
“I can call Gaz,” Price adds. “He knows what he’s doing. Might be good to learn from another flyer.”
There’s a long, long silence and then Ghost nods.
Gaz arrives not long after. He's a goldfinch hybrid, light on his feet, golden yellow plumage flashing, his wings a dazzling contrast of velvet black and sunbeam. He slows when he sees Ghost, feels the tension in the room, but he just gives Ghost a gentle nod.
“Can I touch?” he asks, crouching slightly to Ghost’s level, right in front of him.
Ghost breathes out. “Yeah.”
What follows is… careful.
Gaz sits next to Ghost. The angle is a little awkward but he doesn't dare ask Ghost to move. He starts slow, doesn’t dive right in. His hands hover just past Ghost’s shoulder blades, waiting. “Just gonna start with the primaries, yeah? You got some twisted ones from that drop last mission, and the barbs are dry as hell.”
Ghost nods once, he still doesn't look up, but his wings shift and fan slightly. That’s as much as permission as Gaz needs.
He works so slowly. His thumb and forefinger guide along the shaft of each feather, stroking with the soft cloth Price handed over earlier, clean, warm, a little damp. He talks as he goes, something between explanation and comfort.
“You want to work with the feather, not against it. Always down and out. Like petting a cat backwards’ll get you scratched, yeah? Same rules here.”
Ghost doesn’t respond, but he breathes deeper.
Price watches, arms folded, leaning against the edge of the his desk. He’s a strong presence, but he doesn't impose. There’s a softness in his gaze, a curiosity with respect. He’s quiet, letting Gaz guide the rhythm, letting Ghost feel safe.
And Gaz is guiding. He knows Price doesn't exactly understand what it means for Gaz to be here. Doing this. And hell, maybe Ghost doesn't understand it. But Gaz feels it through his spine how... intimate being allowed to do this is for an avian.
“This bit here,” he murmurs, fingers skimming up the secondaries, “it’s sensitive. Nerve clusters just under the skin. Some hybrids don’t like it touched.” He pauses, then gently, “You okay with this, Ghost?”
Ghost exhales. “Yeah. Keep going.”
He says it low, but there's something warm now.
Gaz hums. He works upward, slower now. The cloth is almost abandoned, traded out for his fingers. They’re gentle, and they know exactly where to press and where to stroke.
Ghost shifts wings twitch at the base. One of his fingers curls into his thigh. Price notices.
“You alright, son?” he asks, voice gruff but careful.
Ghost clears his throat. “Fine.”
Gaz’s fingers slide just under the joint where covert feathers overlap, the plumage soft as smoke. Ghost shivers.
“You’re warm,” Gaz notes, just observing. “That’s normal. Grooming triggers a parasympathetic response. It’s supposed to feel good.”
Ghost twitches again and draws in another breath a little too slow.
“It’s… not bad,” Ghost mutters.
Gaz smiles. “You keep saying that like you’re not two minutes from melting into the bench.”
Price rubs at his jaw, clearing his throat. “Maybe I should step out—”
“No,” Ghost says immediately. “Just... stay.”
Gaz catches Price’s eye and nods once, just a flicker of understanding.
“I can teach you both,” he says, and he means it. “Ghost, you can learn to do this better. And Captain…” His eyes lift, smile soft. “You’ve got steady hands. He trusts you. That’s half the battle.”
Price looks a little flustered. His ears twitch and his tail sways, one of the few obvious tells he has.
“I’m a soldier, not a birdkeeper.”
Gaz laughs, low and warm, and it rumbles through Ghost, who huffs a sound that might be a laugh.
Now Gaz’s hands are under the down, fingertips brushing the base of his wings. It's right where they root into the muscle of Ghost’s back. And that makes Ghost breathe in sharply.
“...Told you it’s sensitive,” Gaz murmurs, his voice dips a little lower.
Price’s eyes narrow faintly, brow quirked. Ghost still hasn't looked up, but his wings ease open just a little wider.
And Gaz carefully leans in to the left wing. Lets his mouth brush the curve of one feather, exhaling a slow breath over it. Ghost lets out a quiet, rough sound, a shiver traveling through his spine.
Gaz stays right there, murmuring as he works. “You can ask next time. Doesn’t have to be a fight every time your feathers mat. Doesn’t have to be shameful.”
Ghost’s fingers uncurl. His head bows. He breathes through it.
Price shifts his weight and kneels in front of them, eyes on Ghost, not the wings. “You’re not a burden, Simon, let us help.”
Ghost blinks and finally looks up, “...I know.”
Later, when Gaz finishes and pulls back, and Price offers a thermos of tea like it’s armor, Ghost catches them both in his periphery.
“I’d return the favor, y’know,” he mutters.
Gaz raises a brow. “What? You wanna preen my wings next time?”
“Maybe.”
Price just snorts, tail swaying a few times. He doesn't try to stop it. “God help us all.”
Kyle watches as Ghost stands, stretching his back, wings expanding all the way. The speed at which his blood moves through and down his body is down right embarrassing.
Ghost's huge, Gaz knew this. His wings are huge. And to see Ghost so relaxed and just moving them, dark and gleaming and clean now, Gaz nearly faints.
Because he did that. And fuck he hopes it's not the last time.
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Soap fed up with being told to speak “English”. So he starts using the most atrocious and obscene English words/sentences he can think of. More effective to annoy people. Gets them to stop ragging on his verbiage.
Gaz: bloody hell- how’s rain on your side, Soap?
Soap: it’s pishin’ in doon out over here
Ghost: Johnny, English.. we talked about this
Soap (Mentally Cursing Ghost out): this deluge comes across as plunking egregiously fucking onerous, sir
Ghost: … fucking hell
Gaz: pssff, can’t say you didn’t deserve that one, sir
Eventually, people stop complaining about it so much. Making Soap feel very deservingly smug.
Price's Bootcamp Part 2: Training Within Action (Part 1)
Cw: Porn w/o Plot, Smut, Coercion, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Praise, Fauxcest (Obviously), Use of Petnames, Dad!Price + Brothers!Kyle, Simon, and Johnny + Uncle!Nikolai, Free Use, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Use of Sex Toys, Age Gap, CNC, PIV Sex, Anal Sex, Grinding, Exhibitionism, Puppy Play, Dumbification, Johnny is Overeager, Simon is the Good Boy, and Kyle is the Wildcard
"Now, lets show you how to use this pussy." Price said, and landed a smack on her.
Your body tensed, the overstimulation mixed with the pain creating blooms of pleasure throughout your body. You were leaking cream all over yourself, and Price's "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Of mock disapproval made you feel even more dirty.
He went into the toy room to get something, and you squirmed as Kyle and Simon tried to practice what they learned on your aching pussy. Simon inserted two of his thick fingers as Kyle worked circles on your clit, smiling ear to ear.
"That feel good, lovie?" Simon asked, knowing the answer from how you whined when he curled them. Johnny moved up to look, his cock out and hard. "Ye are so bonnie, lass. Hard not to cum to your cunt or all the squealin' you did. Can't wait to sink my cock into ye."
Price came back and shooed all of them off of you, holding a collar and a pair of handcuffs that hooked to the back of it. The four of you looked confused at him until he pushed Soap down on the ground and hooked his arms behind his back.
"Can barely contain yourself." He scolded, pushing him at the foot of the bed where you laid. "Lick her mess up and be good." Soap got to work immediately, happy to be sucking up your cum. He may have went a bit overboard and started licking your asshole. The sensation was different to you, and you felt a want to jerk away from it, but you stayed.
Price handed Simon and Kyle lubed condoms with a comment. "Can't trust you not to breed your little sister, can I?" They looked at each other, and in unison, replied. "No, sir." They knew as soon as they got a hold of you, they would end up shooting a load in your pussy.
He walked over to where Johnny was getting pussy drunk, and moved his head off of you temporarily. You whined from the loss in sensation and looked up at Price. "I know, kid. Wait a bit for me and you'll feel good, yeah? Just gotta teach your brothers so they take care of ya."
Johnny looked up with a smile, his face coated in your juices. "Pay attention." Price ordered all of them, but especially him.
"This," Price smacked your pussy again. The boys watched how your face contorted and your breathing hitched. "Is what she looks like when she's in pain. This isn't good when you're fuckin' 'er cunt." He lined himself up and lubed his tip in Soap's spit mixed with your cum.
"Biigg stretch, you can take it." He slowly pushed himself in, and you let out a heavy sigh when he bottomed out. Your body relaxed and you threw your head back onto the mattress. The boys took a mental note of your relaxed body language when being filled.
"She'll start a whinin' when she wants you to move." On cue, you let out a whimper and tried to wiggle your hips. He put his hands on your hips and kept you in place, making sure you just felt full and nothing else.
You pouted, and he proceeded to use it as an example. "Your little sister is a bratty one, so I trust you three won't spoil her appetite for being a good girl."
You scoffed, looking offended. "Dad, please can you move?" Eyes filled with need looked up at him, starting to glisten with fresh tears. He caved and slowly thrusted in and out of you.
"She needs to know she doesn't get everything she — everything she wants." His voice faltered as he thrusted deeper, feeling your gummy walls clench around his cock. Your bottom lip was now caught between your top teeth, muffling the sounds that were getting pushed out of you.
"Mmh- faster!" You moaned, eyes beginning to roll back. Price sped up immediately, and the boys knew he was the one who spoiled you and they were gonna have to set you straight.
One thing Price didn't know about you was that you would tease the boys. Leaning over furniture, giving them hugs that were entirely too tight, brushing up against them everytime you could made them reach their breaking point. Simon had a mind to fuck the brat right out of you, and Kyle had a plan to use and abuse you until you were overstimulated and practically begging him for everything.
Johnny was just happy to be where he was. Every time Price pulled out, your cream came with it and he got a treat. His tongue stayed on the space between your holes, slurping until you were running down his face onto the floor. He had died and was currently ascending to pussy heaven.
"You ready to let your brothers practice?" He asked you, and you let out a loud whine in response. Price chuckled at you, keeping the same fast pace so you felt a little better. "Who do you want first?"
"Simon- Oh! C-can I please have Si?" Ghost felt himself getting hard all over again from your moans of his name, but he was ready. He had been waiting forever and a day to get inside of you, so when Price pulled out and stepped back, he held back Johnny's head still. He walked up and coated the top of his hard dick in your cream, sliding the big tip all over your pussy from clit to entrance.
"Don't be afraid to rough 'er up a little. She likes tha' kind of stuff." Price told Simon before he patted him on the shoulder. Simon just grunted. Price looked at his watch, and nodded. (He never takes that watch off, not even when fucking) "I have to take a shower before I go." He stated and then left the room.
He trusted Simon because Simon was his 'good boy', but when he left, Simon and Kyle were on you. A switch flipped in Simon, and he started biting your neck and collarbone, leaving marks. Kyle let Johnny free, against his better judgement.
You were anxious for what he was gonna do, and when a dip in the bed formed at the top of your head, you knew what was going to go down.
"Pretty lass. Would look prettier covered in me cum." You looked up to see his dick in your face, and he looked proud. "Kyle! Help...?" You whimpered, trying to scoot away from Simon and Johnny at the same time. Kyle did unhandcuff you from the top of the bed, and you sat up. Simon being on one side of you and Johnny on the other side was chaotic. A bite on your neck, fingers on your back, a kiss on your shoulder, and so many more touches.
Johnny's hands drifted down to your ass, squeezing the skin beneath his hands and exposing your asshole to the air. "I would fuck you here," He spread your cheeks more for emphasis. "But dad won't let me. I ask once and he said nae."
You still looked to Kyle for help, and he just shrugged. "Daddy would have had me cumming by now..." You pouted, but it didn't have an effect on them. Kyle laughed and got the two of them off of you.
"You can have mine." He holds it in his hand for emphasis, and your pussy starts watering. Thick, long, and dark. You reached out to him, and he put a finger up. "Two conditions." You sucked your teeth. "What?" You crossed your arms and looked at him.
"We do it in doggy, and you make Johnny and Simon feel good."
(Part 3) (Main Masterlist)
(AN: I wanted to keep writing, but we need some for part 3! Thank you to all the people who liked, I love the attention lol. Kyle in charge! I've tagged all the people who commented for Part 2, please tell me if you do or don't want to be tagged. Thank you!)
