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꒰꒰ 𝔀arning !! : smut, p in v, pet names (only ‘baby’), creampie, unprotected sex, mating press !! minors dni ꒱꒱

"𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡... 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢..."

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Currently carving for sadness n pain... forgive me.

Must be that "time of the month" again.

♡ threes a crowd ꪆৎ john price x ghost x reader cw; threesome, slight choking, spitting, side difference, possessiveness, manhandling

You didn’t even mean to start anything, just walked into the safehouse living room wearing one of Price’s shirts and absolutely nothing else. It hung just long enough to tease, and way too short to actually hide anything. Price noticed first. He always did.

His eyes dragged over you slowly. “Sweetheart,” he rumbled from the couch, voice low, “you trying to start trouble?”

Ghost looked up next. His mask hid his mouth, but not the way his gaze dropped straight to your bare legs, then back up just as slowly. “She’s doin’ more than tryin’,” he muttered, shifting in his seat.

18+ mdni

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

18+ mdni

cw: slight dub!con, dbf! leon, leon being a pervy old man, mentions of stealing underwear and sniffing em... oops, unprotected sex (wrap it up people) leon is 49, reader is early 20s, leon being obsessed with your pussy, leon being a tease.

pervy dbf! leon kennedy who’s so busy sliding the fat and leaking head of his cock in and out of your dripping pussy to hear your sweet little pleas, which consists of ''It's too much...Leon.. too much.'' and ''S-Slow...mhm... down.'' He’s so lost in watching how you suck him right back in like the good girl you are.

off-limits.

going to a motel with boyfriend's dad!price 𖹭

⸺ 'old man' used romantically, mw4 beard price, infidelity, oral sex (f!receiving), piv, price is a genuinely bad father, age gap (price is old!!), overstimulation, daddy kink, past mentions of virginity loss & 'cherry popping', light teasing & humiliation kink, outfit & hair descriptions. 18+ only / all characters are 18+.

“Come on then, give your old man a kiss. Put that down for a second.”

You looked up from the impeccably dressed box of chocolate-coated strawberries in front of you—Price's sorry excuse of a make-up present for disappearing on a military stint unannounced—blinking slowly at him like a feline, your legs kicking behind you with ballet-slipper-pink shimmering on your toes. You weren't supposed to be there and you knew it.

He could practically see the gears turning in your head. His very own calendar kitten, gauging whether the specimen in front of her was a hazard or a toy. Or rather, in this case, if John was a worthy playmate. Though it was too late from the moment you hopped into his Jeep, for what it's worth, you were still cautious, thoughtful—he liked that, even if it only served to delay the inevitable. Big or small, a cat is prideful.

His belt was level with your face when you lifted your head, his hands resting on the buckle as he shifted his weight. Your lips puckered around the heart-shaped treat and a ragged breath hissed past his teeth, strawberry juice popping in your mouth. The tent in his pants was hard to miss, but it's totally not your fault for holding out all that time, spending your time licking juice off your fingertips. Totally, wholly, completely, not your fault.

Before you could reach for a tissue from the nightstand, Price's hand slid to your jaw, swiping his thumb over your sugary lips. The same hand guided you up to kneel in front of him on the foot of the bed, the spill of your cheek in his palm. “Stop,” you giggled despite yourself as his thumb breached your mouth, reaching up to touch his wrist. He bent over your kneeling form, slanted his mouth over yours.

“You taste sweet.” At first, you'd thought the remark rather cheesy—a sign of old age, perhaps—but it was literal. An observation, one which he superseded with another, fuller kiss, sucking on your bottom lip for size. “I could just eat you right up,” Price teased with an affectionate growl, nipping the tip of your nose with his lips and eliciting a giggle right from your chest, your fists going up to bat his chest just before you fell over backwards on the bed.

The sheets billowed around you as you landed while giggling behind your hand, your hair spread out like ivy along the gaudy floral print bedding. You felt yourself being dragged further down the bed weightlessly until your legs dangled off the edge, the springs of the cheap motel mattress squeaking as the pressure shifted, his arms going under your thighs.

Mr Price, nice and warm between your legs. Price. Your boyfriend's surname.

18+ mdni

dbf! simon riley who ends up getting quite the naughty photo of you accidentally sent to him.

It was a mere slip, something that shouldn't have happened but it did. Simon was never supposed to receive that kind of picture from you, but nevertheless, it ended up on his phone.

His eyes couldn't seem to look away from it, you in your pretty little lingerie set, posing in front of the mirror. Your back is arched, accentuating your plump and round ass, and how your breasts are filling the cups of your bra out so nicely.

Simon wanted to bury himself six feet down for all the thoughts that were swirling in his head about what he'd wanna do to you. The guilt was gnawing at him, but it was slowly losing the battle to the lust.

What the hell am I doing?''

He grits his teeth, the grip on his phone getting tighter. Before he knows it, his hand is drifting down to his cock, giving it a squeeze through his pants, which are feeling more and more constricted as time goes by. He's rock hard already.

The sight of you.... Fuck, it has his balls tightening and feeling heavy.

Stop it, he tells himself harshly as his hand freezes on his crotch. You can't be doing this. She's your friend's daughter, for fuck sake. Simon takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down. But at this point, there is no use. He's already dug his very own grave the second he decided to keep looking at the picture instead of ignoring it or telling you off for being careless about something so intimate.

Was it really an accident, though? Simon wanted to believe that somewhere deep down, you purposely sent the picture to make him lose it. He knew he wasn't imagining it whenever he'd catch you staring at him a bit longer during dinners with your dad.

The way you bit that pretty lip and glanced away the second he caught you. Just feigning innocence and going back to the conversation with your old man.

And soon enough, his hand continues stroking himself through his pants. But it's not enough as he pulls himself out to get a firmer feel and grip. The thick head of his cock is already leaking with precum, and he smears it down his shaft. Simon groans as he keeps his pace slow, eyes locked onto the photo like a lifeline.

God, you really just are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Those wide eyes glancing into the mirror. He'd do just about anything to watch them roll back because of him. He thinks about branding you as his, fill you up, and watch it dribble out of every single hole of yours.

The thought alone could make him cum then and there.

He knew your dad would absolutely gut him if he could read his mind right about now. But he’d treat you so sweet, Simon knows he would. He would take you anywhere you wanted, buy you whatever you desired. He’d do just about anything to see you happy.

His hand starts moving faster, stroking his cock at a more desperate urgency. Simon's breath hitches as he feels the climax closing in. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve thought he was pathetic. Pathetic for letting you be the reason why he was losing it.

‘’Shit…’’ His orgasm comes crashing over him, his body shuddering at the feeling as the warmth of his cum coats his hand and dribble down onto his pants. ‘’Fuck… that feels ngh—good.’’ He whimpered as he drew out the orgasm as long as he could, pumping his hand up and down until he’s spent.

Simon sits there for a while, breathing hard as his cock starts going soft in his hand. He looks at his other hand, which is still holding the phone, glancing once more at the photo of you before shutting it off with a heavy sigh and closing his eyes.

He knew what he had done was wrong, but god if it didn't feel so darn good. Simon would still find time to scold you for being careless while keeping the photo in his gallery.

18+ mdni

cw: sub!simon, simon being pathetic as fuck, handjob, blood, masochism, reader being a freak.

thinking about nurse!reader having Simon being a complete mess as you prod at his wound while jerking him off with your other hand.

You had been recruited as a nurse for Task Force 141 only about six months ago. Laswell had recommended you to Price. She had said that you were extremely good at what you do and that it'd be a shame not to have you as a medic for the team.

You took the job offer without a second thought. You'd always enjoyed taking care of others, especially being useful in saving lives. But mostly you enjoyed watching men who faced the worst of the worst being reduced to messes whenever they’d been seriously injured which had a way of turning you on just right.

But there was one person you had your eyes set on. Simon Riley. He’d been one of the only ones who hadn’t cracked.

Until today. When he had come into the medical bay with a bullet wound that had grazed his side; it was still bleeding quite heavily as you worked, blood sluggishly pouring out. You'd figured out that Simon enjoyed pain after having noticed when you were touching around it, he'd let out a whimper. A fucking whimper.

The man who was always stoic and if you attempted to try chatting him up it was like talking to a fucking wall.

His face was pure shame and embarrassment when he caught on to what he had just done. You'd never in your six months of working as a medic for Task Force 141 seen Simon blush, let alone whimper.

The look on his face was exactly what you had been wanting to see.

And that's how you ended up here.

''S’too much…mhm.'' Simon whined, hips bucking against your hand.

He’s such a mess, it’s pathetic. His chest heaving and body squirming at the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down, precum glistening and dripping down, as your other hand is occupied with caressing the wound.

''Too much? I thought you enjoyed the pain?'' You mocked, slowing down just to taunt him. Simon whines in response, eyes closing as his head tilts back, ''Don't... ngh.. shit.. please don't slow down...please.''

His begging was making your thighs clench together, but you'd hold back for now. This was about him, even if watching him pant and squirm was making you wetter by the second. You gave a rough squeeze while your finger dug into the wound, blood coating your fingers and making him groan as he buried his hands into the bed, ''Fuck...g-gonna cum... need to cum.''

''Yeah? You need to cum, pretty boy? That fast?'' You cooed, tilting your head to the side, teasing him about how easy he was being.

''Mhm..y-yes..yes.'' He didn't even deny your words, head bobbing as he kept lifting his hips to slide his cock up and down against the palm of your hand. You hummed, pondering on whether to prolong it or let the poor man cum. You were relishing seeing him like this, but he had been good, so I guess he did deserve it.

''Okay, okay. You can cum, but only if you sit still.'' Simon immediately stilled at that, body twitching despite how hard he was trying not to make any movement. You thoroughly enjoyed him bending to your will.

God, it was disgustingly hot how fast he listened to you.

''Good boy.'' You praised, Simon making a mhm sound at the praise as his cheeks heated up. You started stroking faster and pressed harder into his wound. Feeling him throbbing in your hand and his heart pounding through the wound.

''I’m… fuck…shit.. coming.'' He groaned.

He bled more profusely as he came, his cock spurting cum all over, coating your hand and his cock. ''F-Fuck...fuck mphf...so good.'' His body shook as his orgasm washed over him. Your eyes gleamed as you watched him, thoroughly enjoying observing him be completely lost in the pleasure and pain.

''That good huh?'' You mused, your bloodied hand reaching out to grab a rag before wiping the cum off of one and the blood off of the other, as the rug turned a pinkish color.

''Yes, thank you.'' Simon replied as he tried to catch his breath, straightening up. You smiled at the gratefulness in his voice, leaning down to give him a small kiss on his forehead.

''Let's get you cleaned up and stitch up that nasty wound, yeah?'' You chirped, clasping your hands together.

18+ mdni

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.’’