price who spreads them out on his tongue, your whines and moans filling the room while the lieutenant fishes out his cock to start jerking his fat fuckin' cock--

kyle and johnny who are too dumbfounded but simon breaks their stunned looks

"look alive, our cap's givin us a fuckin' show," simon huffs, stroking his dick to the sounds of your sloppy cunt and needy pleas.

"better fuckin' appreciate it or he won't do it again, lads."

you've never seen two men pull their pants down faster and wrap their hands on each others' cocks.

country!simon who’s teaching his lucky!reader how to ride him <3 he’s so used to taking the lead but this time around, he wants to watch his darlin’ do all the work.

“c’mon lucky— you can do it, just sit down on daddy’s cock, yeah?”

your hands are digging into his shoulders, nails deep into his flesh and damn, he knows that’s going to leave marks he’s proud of,

“mr. riley, ‘s not gonna fit like this..” you whisper, feeling his cockhead breach the entrance of your pussy and it’s a new fucking dimension for you.

“gonna make it fit, huh, doll?” he murmurs, pulling you into a kiss. you feel his hands on your waist as he slowly eases you down.

the stretch is heavenly, every vein and every inch just fucking wonderful. simon hisses at the tightness. “fuck darlin’, taking me so well, yeah? look at you, taking pa’s cock so well..” he groans, throwing his head back as you bottom out, a cry coming from your pretty little lips.

“mr. r-riley—“ you whine, your forehead against his shoulder. “hngh—“ you lift your hips and gently slam back down. “haah— mr. riley, so good..” you whisper, picking up the pace and whimpering at each bounce on his cock.

oh, simon can’t stop himself from helping her out, just a little. his hands on her waist, lifting her up and down. your whines and groans were so fucking gorgeous.

he knew he wasn’t going to let you do aaaall the work, not when his lucky girl begged so pretty.

thinking about simon riley having a FUCK ton of tattoos. like. A LOT.

yeah sure, he’s got the forearms but when he’s working out and you catch a glimpse of ink on… his chest? is that something on his nape? oh, holy shit.

you get a couple more peeks at the ink he hides..

.. but simon truly shows you when he’s taking off his shirt, positioning his hard cock against your needy cunt. suddenly, his cockhead was the least of your worries as your eyes glazed over his intricate tattoos. it decorated his fucking chest and holy shit, is that.. a neck tattoo?

suddenly, you hear the click of simon’s tongue and his dick slamming into your pussy.

“admiring the ink, love?” he mumbles, noticing your eyes raking over his body. simon’s hand finds your waist, fucking up into you with a dark chuckle. you knew damn well, this wasn’t all he had to show you. simon riley definitely had more.

needless to say, his pretty tatted back was covered in nail marks and his neck bruised from all the worshipping you did.

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(Sorry I sent this as a screenshot - I typed this out, but want to make sure "daddy kink" wasn't an off-limits topic, but I didn't want to type it again). I love your writing!

daddy kink is never off limits for me <33 thaznk you, i appreciate it so much !! :D

tws beforehand: daddy kink, brat!afab!reader pussy slapping, mean!simon, a little possessive on his end :D

price was busy again on the days that he promised to take care of you. looking all apologetic when he came into your cunt in his office, saying he had to work overtime.

that was fucking dumb, you came first before his stupid fucking-- ugh. it was rude and mean! you were supposed to have him and simon tonight. your daddy promised you that and he didn't follow through again!

and that's exactly how you found yourself ass up in simon's room, whining and squirming on his cock. you were so fucking needy, one dick wasn't enough for you. no matter how good it felt to have simon pin your hands behind his back, how his thick fuckin' cock was practically ruining that spongey spot inside you, and the obscene sounds of your pussy. simon calling you his good pup, his precious slut.

but.. this was simon being nice. too nice. and you wanted, no, needed him to be mean.

"fuuck-- hah, daddy, please more.." you slurred out, eyes rolling to the back of your head and knowing damn well that's not simon's name. the rhythm of simon's thrusts slowed down, his hands still pining yours to your back while he goes painfully slow.

"yer daddy's not here, doll." simon whispers, slamming his hips into your ass and eliciting a whine from you. "who's splitting you open on this cock, luvie?" he buries himself deep into you and stills.

"hah- you, si, it's you!" and simon only scoffs, a little tsk. his hands let go, finding themselves on either side of your hips. you whine, feeling him pull back, until it was only the tip catching onto the rim of your sloppy cunt.

"not." a hard thrust. "my." plap. "fuckin'." plap. "name."

you bite your lip, trying not to give him that satisfaction but god, simon is impatient when he doesn't get what he wants. he pulls out and flips you over on your back, one hand spreading your leg open and a loud smack hitting your soaked pussy.

"are we forgetting our manners, doll?" simon taunts, another slap to your pretty cunt. you squeal, feeling the tip of his fingers smack your clit.

"sir please-- 'm sorry, i'll be good-" and you feel simon's hands under your thighs before that familiar feeling of being full of him hits you.

"fockin' right. wasn't so hard to be polite, huh, baby?"

and really, you couldn't form words when simon was fucking you within an inch of his life. your cunt was absolutely going to be flooded with simon's cum before price can even get a turn when he comes home.

something about this pretty doll grinding on his cock and feeling a bit sad that simon’s not poking their thigh, is he not into it?

absolutely the fuck not, this old man is rutting up into your ass, panting and pulling you into the nastiest kiss known to man. his hands are gripping onto your waist and god, he tastes fucking filthy. simon pulls away before he flips you, under him as he’s desperately climbing onto his knees.

“lemme in, doll, need a taste—“

“si, you— you sure?”

and on god, simon looks fucking offended but that doesn’t stop his hands from pulling your pants off.

“fucks sake, give my cock some time, yeah? gettin’ old but doesn’t mean i want you any less.”

can’t aim, no gamesense, the definition of dogshit. however, that’s how civilian!tf141 finds them in their free time.

simon, a chef by day and bouncer by night, finds you on one of his off days, playing a shooter. you’re always so interactive and goddamn charming towards your chat. he couldn’t help but smile to himself about.. how bad you are at these games. he became a frequent lurker in your chat, occasionally dropping donos and emotes.

price who’s just an old man living a quiet desk job discovers you through youtube where you post some of your clips. you were playing a simulator of some sort, cackling at whatever you did that caused the game to glitch out. that elicited a snort from him and he found himself hovering over the subscribe button.

kyle stumbled across you through twitch as well, finding you playing fucking rocket league of all things. you were missing the ball and laughing too damn hard at it, tears welling in your eyes from the joy. he found himself following and occasionally gifting you a sub.

johnny who got a kick out of watching you on tiktok cause who the fuck is that bad at a fighting game? you were getting your ass kicked in tekken by a friend and you weren’t even raging, you were just laughing and trying your best.

it was easy to watch you. easy to laugh and enjoy the game. they all met up occasionally, drinking and catching up. they were all in the military together but each of them left for different reasons. normalcy. rebuilding empathy. the works.

it wasn’t until they all got a notification at the same time while drinking at the pub. simon glanced at his phone, price ignored it and kyle simply kept drinking. it was johnny who flipped his phone open and grinned. “aye, my favorite bon is streamin’ again. mighty shite at games but clearly eye candy.” he stated, turning his phone around.

[reader’s stream name is currently streaming!]

simon’s eyes widened as he checked his phone. you were actually streaming. kyle choked on his drink and price simply raised an eyebrow. it was a late night stream.. not a part of your schedule. wonder what you were up to at this hour.

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they fuck you mercilessly, ruin every hole you have for any other man and put you in the nastiest positions anyone could ever think.

simon who puts you in a full nelson, chuckling at how you whine at the stretch of your cunt and your muscles. simon who bullies his dick into your tight ass, leaving red fucking handprints that’ll eventually bruise when they’re done with you. he’s mean, he calls you his stupid slag, his cumdump, any filthy fucking thing he could think of.

price who’s breeding kink takes over and puts you ass up, groaning at the sight of your bruising ass. price who fucks you with every intention of filling each and every hole stuffed with his cum. price is gentle though, he calls you his good pup, his gorgeous breeding slut, anything that makes your pussy flutter around his cock.

both men keep you well entertained but they’re never gentle about it.

he’ll fuck you nasty on your couch, your ankles pressed up against your ears as he breeds you stupid, babbling how good you feel.

he’ll eat you out in the damn car, hands gripping your hips while you squirm on his tongue— not like you can move anyways, it’s the back fuckin’ seat, not much room so you have to make do.

hell, johnny would lift your ass up on the floor, fucking your ass back onto him while you wailed and sobbed for more. course johnny would fuck you faster, he’s never one to turn down his partner.

john mactavish doesn’t fuck nasty in a bed.

but when johnny is soft, when he wants to show you how much he loves you? he’ll pick you up, carry you to bed, pepper kisses all over your body and not once breaking eye contact.

when he sinks into your tight heat, johnny laces his fingers with yours. he’s gentle, he mumbles how much he loves you. johnny fucking worships you in bed, he’s so damn gentle, it drives you insane on some days.