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ok but imagine packing ghost a lunch.. and you package it in a cute little pink box because ghost was indifferent when you were buying new tupperware, so ofc you went with the cute ones. and he doesn’t even bat an eye as he opens his meal up, the men not daring to comment. and he eats it happily, smiling at the little note you wrote to him, and the sugar cookies you baked, leaving him extra to give to some of the guys. 😪🥹

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SIMON IS PRACTICALLY FERAL FOR YOU

Wherever you go, this man is next to you, one hand always touching you.

You’re showering? Ok so is he. It’s not his fault you’re pushed up against the glass, ass flushed against him as he pounds into you from behind, hands clawing at your flesh as he grunts.

You’re watching a movie? This man is lying flat on you, groping at your tits before he takes them in his mouth. He has a hard time concentrating and he promises this helps him.

You’re working from home? Let him help you. And by help he means, cock-warm him while you work and every time you complete a task he’ll fuck up into you as a reward!

You’re going to bed. You already know he’s fucking you to sleep, eating your gushing pussy before he’s denting your gummy walls with the outline of his cock, fucking against your sweet spot as you make a mess of the sheets, desperate pussy clenching around him as he fills you up.

“This pussy’s always ready for me, I fuckin’ love you, sweet’art.”

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sorry for being inactive, i’m currently moving 🥲 but does anyone have any halloween-esque requests??? something dark or spooky?!!! maybe i could do zombie!ghost again?!!

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simon uses “baby” in such a versatile way. one minute he’s all sweet “come here, baby. just wanna fill you up. that feel good?”

the next he’s mean with it, your face shoved into the pillows “s’matter, baby? cant take it? aw, baby, you sound all choked up. jus’ lemme use you a lil’ longer.”

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trigger warning: age-gap, dub-con

john price knowing how wrong it is to think one of his sergeant's daughters is attractive.

he knows that when your father brings you to base one day, showing you around, he shouldn’t be looking at you the way he is. but the way you wore such a cute little skirt, exposing your soft legs, fuck, he found it hard. and the cute little bow you wore in your hair. he knows that shouldn’t be doing it for him… but it is.

and fuck, you’re way too young for him. how old did your father say you were? in your twenties? way too fucking young for the likes of him. and off limits. but when you give him a big smile, introducing yourself, he knows he shouldn’t have called you “doll.” the way you get shy at the pet name. fucking hell, he knows everything running through his mind is wrong.

he knows it’s wrong when he bumps into you as you find yourself on base rather often. how his hands linger on your back as he rights himself, the way you flush under his gaze, struggling to hold eye contact. and he definitely knows he shouldn’t be wondering what kind of underwear you have on. does it have a little bow? or are you wearing a lacy thong?

when you wander into his office one night, your father working late, he knows he should ignore you, ask you to leave. but he doesn’t. his eyes follow you as you stroll around the room. he knows he shouldn’t spin toward you in his chair as you approach, asking him innocent questions. he knows it’s wrong when he stands up and begins explaining the answer to you and you innocently move to sit on his desk. oh, and he definitely knows it’s wrong when he sits back down in his office chair, trapping you, your legs dangling off his desk in front of him. he sees the way you stutter, get all choked up at the close proximity.

he knows he shouldn’t take advantage of you, the way your lips part when his hand touches your exposed thigh. when you mumble “c-captain—?” confused at what he’s doing. he shouldn’t keep going, shouldn't want to elicit more bashful sounds as you struggle to compose yourself. knows he shouldn’t spread your legs in front of him, making your eyes widen. shouldn't grab your knees, pry your thighs apart. “what’re you—?” he knows he should have stopped then, but he didn’t. his fingers were too fast, finding the softness of your panties, stroking your core through the fabric. he had been waiting so fucking long for this. you were plaguing his thoughts. he didn't have a choice.

and you should have gotten up and ran out, but you didn’t. your legs fell a little more open for him, never imagining your little crush on your dad’s boss to amount to anything. and when price’s eyes go dark, his mind reeling with how you’re actually letting him touch you, you whimper.

and that was the end of price’s control (if he had any to begin with). everything else be damned. he no longer cares if it was wrong. he didn’t care that you were forbidden fruit. fuck, he had to have you. needed to have you. wanted to hear you make more sounds, and how your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the noises, embarrassed. “don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart.”

and when he pushes your pink panties to the side, letting his thick fingers slide into you, he groans. “so wet f’me?” he clicks his tongue. that’s when he realizes how badly you’ve wanted this too. how an older man who knows what he’s doing has enticed you. bet you’re wondering what it’s like to be with someone whose not some clumsy boy. but a man who cares about your pleasure above his own.

you gasp as he picks up speed, his lips tipping up as your eyes flutter. “feel good, sweetheart?” you nod vigorously, making him chuckle.

when his fingers leave you, you pout. “ever do this before?” he asks. your embarrassed reaction is answer enough. no, you haven’t. and that shouldn’t have made him groan. shouldn’t have made him stiffen even more in his already tightening pants. fuck, you were so innocent. and he was going to ruin you. ruin you for any other man.

so when he has you laying back on the desk, his cock in his hands, notching it between your thighs, he promises to go slow. you’re just so tight. “fuckin’ hell,” he curses when you flex around him. “this hurt?” he asks you, a bit out of breath.

you nod and he gives you a little kiss. “jus’ let yourself get used to me, doll. relax. there you go, atta girl. let me in, sweetheart.” he grunts as he bottoms out. your arms wrap around him and you whimper, feeling so stuffed.

he knows he should stay slow, let you take your time. but he can't. no, he thrusts into you, ignoring your yelps, and then he's done for. he keeps a steady pace rocking against you, already so close knowing no man has ever done this to you before, he remembers he never locked his door. the way his desk is bumping against the floor, someone might come in to investigate. and that someone could be your father.

he’d see his little girl, shirt shoved up to her chin, skirt hiked up around her waist, her arms wrapped tightly around his captain whose at least 15 years her senior as he thrusts into her, making her moan, taking her virginity roughly against his desk.

price knows he should tell you to quiet down, to not make so many noises, but all your little cries and mewls are sending him closer to the edge. his fingers find your clit and you mewl. you gasp and struggle to breathe, the sensation of everything so overwhelming. “gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

“i-i think so,” you stutter, tears streaming down your cheeks. he picks up his pace, his hips slamming into yours, his hand groping your breast roughly, sure to leave bruises. “that’s it, sweet girl,” he praises as he feels you tightening around him. feels your walls spasm. and when you finally orgasm, your body shaking under his weight, he spills himself inside you.

and he knows he should have pulled out. knows he should have used a condom. but he didn’t. in some sick twisted way, this was his way of claiming you. and you did so well letting him fill you up. your ankles tighten around him as if you don’t want him to leave. so he doesn't stop himself from spurting ropes inside you, the white liquid seeping out around his shaft.

you sit like that for several beats, arms grasping at him, clawing him against your chest, before he chuckles. “gotta let me go, sweetheart. don’t worry, i won’t go anywhere.” your legs fall away from him, realizing you are holding him hostage.

he groans when he pulls out, the way you leak all over his desk. he shouldn't enjoy that sight, the way you're laying languidly on his desk, out of breath, shaken up, his come dripping out of your weeping cunt.

but he does know he should help you up, clean you with a spare shirt he finds in his office. adjust your skirt and shirt so they sit properly again, your arms weak and limp at your side. kisses your forehead and tells you how good you did for him. tips your chin to look up at him, "really?" you ask, eyes hopeful and full of life.

"such a sweet girl," he coos, guiding you out of his office. and he knows your father won't have a clue. won't even notice the way you limp slightly as you walk. probably thinks his captain is so nice leading you through base, keeping you company while he works late.

and price knows he shouldn't do this again, shouldn't even think about doing it again. but you were just so good to him. so perfect as you let him have his way. your tiny gasps, the way you clawed at him, how tight you were. he wasn't sure he was strong enough to hold himself back.

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simon’s work wife

one — two — three — four

people start calling u simon’s work wife and he takes it literally. starts referring to you as the ‘missus’, your cheeks warming as his heavy hand rest on your hips to pull you into him.

he’s snarling at one of the recruits that stared at you a little too long for his liking, caging you in against his big ass frame. that same recruit later coming to you a stuttering mess, apologizing because he didn’t know you were married.

you aren’t, but you’re too shocked to comment on it.

and when you confront simon he just shrugs his shoulders lazily, staring at you with darkened eyes as he mumbles, “ya’ didn’t deny it.”

it ends with you moving in, you aren’t sure how it started—or if you were even in an actual relationship but everywhere and anywhere you go he’s calling you his wife.

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of fucking course simon riley has your location on. he needs to make sure you're safe. likes to keeps tabs on you. he says he’s completely normal about it, but that is a lie--he obsessively checks it.

and he knows all your common locations: your apartment, your friend’s place, the grocery store, the target you like to go to. so when he sees you at a random address one evening, your little marker on the map not moving,--meaning you’re not just driving past--he raises a brow. he immediately texts you. and when you don’t respond, he’s calling you.

and when you don’t answer… he’s in his truck faster than he thought he could move, beelining it straight for your mysterious location.

and when he pulls up in front of someone’s house, watching as you walk out the front door, laughing at something the man trailing you says, he’s furious. he was worried you might have been hurt. in a sticky situation. but cheating on him didn’t even cross his mind.

he storms out of the truck and you look at him with a gasp. “simon? what’re you doing—?”

“who the fuck is that?” he demands, gesturing to the guy behind you.

“simon…” you say exasperated. “i told you yesterday I was meeting up with friends to plan her bachelorette party.”

his eyes soften slightly, but he’s still reaching for you, hands wrapping around your arms. “doesn’t answer my question.”

“this is her childhood friend.” he glares over your shoulder at him, like he doesn’t believe you. like he wants to kill him. “her gay childhood friend.” you add, hands on your hips, a little annoyed he’d embarrass you like this.

when he hauls you into his truck, he takes a few beats before he apologizes. “m’sorry, love. you weren’t answering your phone and when i saw you at some random—“ he stops mid-sentence as he glances over at you in the passenger seat, expecting you to be glaring at him, ready to tear him a new one. but much to his surprise, you’re taking your shirt off.

“what’re you doing?” he asks, his hands tightening on the wheel to stop from reaching over and touching you.

“that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” you whisper, a little embarrassed to admit it. but protective simon? the simon who was ready to beat a guy up just for making you laugh? yeah, that turned you on even if it shouldn’t.

he’s thankful it’s nighttime so no one driving past can see you topless in his truck. he’s also thankful the roads are rather empty this late on a weekday.

“wait till we get home, yeah?” he asks, his voice strained.

you shake your head. “simon, please,” you whine. “i can’t wait.”

he groans in his throat, knowing your place is only 5 more minutes away. he’s already hardening in his pants, and he’s tempted to pull over and drag you into the back seat. but he doesn’t. instead, he reaches his large hand and slides it over your thigh, his eyes on the road as he pushes your skirt up. and you bite your lip, holding back a moan as he rubs you over your underwear. “so fuckin’ wet,” he says astonished.

you buck your hips up and he almost laughs. you weren’t kidding, you really couldn’t wait. he slips his fingers past your panties and dips them into your heat and you grab the door of the car for support, shutting your eyes. he starts a steady pace, his fingers making obscene sounds as they fuck you. you groan and mewl and simon worries he might not make it home either.

it takes you just about a minute to climax, your heat pulsing rapidly around his two fingers, earning a growl from simon. “fuckin’ hell, love,” he breathes, amazed at how fast and hard you came. loving that it was all because of him.

he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex and he’s storming around to your side, trying to get you to put your shirt back on, desperate to get you inside. he hauls you over his shoulder, his hand resting on your skirt so no one accidentally gets a free show. “naughtily little thing,” he hums to himself. “can't wait to properly punish you.”

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john price likes you messy and needy. begging for him on your knees. whimpering how badly you need him inside you. a tear sliding down your pretty little face, your heat pulsing painfully around nothing.

“bout time I put you outta your misery, huh, sweetheart?”

you nod and mewl when he scoops you up and lays you back on his mattress. “please, please, please, john, please,” you babble as his fingers stroke your thighs, purposely avoiding your clothed center.

“sound s’pretty when you beg for me.” he grins at you, his fingers finally reaching your panties and hooking them to the side. your thighs squeeze together instinctively. “that just won’t do,” he tsks, withdrawing his hand from you.

“oh god, john, please. it hurts,” you whine.

“need it that bad, doll?”

you nod.

“tell me,” he commands, his hands resting on his belt as he looms over you.

“i need you so bad,” you cry.

“need what?”

you pout. “need your cock.”

“yeah? and what do you need me to do with it, doll? need me to fuck you with it? only thing that’ll soothe the pain, hm?”

you swallow hard and nod again. “please,” you drag out. he watches as your hand falls between your legs, rubbing your soaked clit as you slip your fingers inside your underwear, stifling a sob.

he crawls on top of you on the bed, his hand seizing your wrist, tearing your fingers away from your clit, sliding your digits into his mouth. you frown, so overwhelmed as his warm mouth cleans your fingers off.

“mmm,” he hums approvingly. when he releases your hand, he fists the bed on either side of your head. “lemme see,” he coos, gesturing his head down toward your chest.

you slowly lift your shirt, exposing your breasts for john. he groans in his throat and your nipples stiffen. he’s quick to suck at your tits, making you whine and arch your back up off the mattress. your fingers run through his hair as he tugs at you, sucking and nipping. his tongue swirls around your bud, making you roll your eyes back. he grinds against you a few times, the roughness of his jeans torturing you, making you rock your hips with him, mewling and tugging at his hair. and when his mouth comes back to be level with your head, your nipples are glistening.

“undo my belt,” he breathes.

you quickly do as he says, struggling to unbutton and unzip his pants. “go ahead, doll. take my cock out.”

you furrow your eyebrows, your eyes locked with john’s as your hands reach into his pants, gripping him over his boxers. then you let his cock spring free, your hand moving on its own, stroking him up and down in hard tugs. price groans in the back of his throat. “fuck. that’s it, baby,” he encourages as you jerk him. he places his lips on yours with a heady need, grinding his hips ever so slightly into your hand.

you drag the head of his cock against your clothed pussy, gasping into the kiss, and you feel him twitch in your palm.

he smiles before pulling back and reaching down to take over. your hands wrap around him as he shoves your panties to the side, lining his cock up with your entrance. oh how he loves to torture you slowly, to drag this out, but fuck, the sounds you're making and the way you’re touching him is making him impatient. he needs to be inside you.

in one sharp thrust, he bottoms out, filling you to the brim, your walls fighting against his intrusion. you yelp loudly, whining into his mouth as he kisses you.

“this what you wanted?” he teases as he begins to pull out. you can’t answer, too caught up in the pain and pleasure coursing through you. you moan and gasp as he slams back into you, forcing your cunt to accept his large cock. “fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he all but growls.

“oh god,” you sob as he begins a steady pace, his hips rutting forward to meet yours time and time again. you feel tears escaping, gliding down your cheek, as he overwhelms you with his words and how full he makes you feel. so many feral noises come out of his mouth, and his hand is all over you--cupping your breast, dipping between your thighs, grasping your hair, locking your fingers together.

it doesn't take long for you both to edge close. he loves how this starts out: you begging and pleading for him, desperate to have him in any way he'll give. and he loves to tease you. but when he finally begins fucking you, he's always quick to give in. always so fast to finish.

"need you to come for me, sweetheart," he purrs. he groans when you squeeze him tightly, his eyes darkening as they lock in on you. "jus' like that," he says through strenuous breaths. he always talks you through it, loving to see how his words unravel you.

finally, you pulse so fervently around him that he spills inside you with loud groans and a plethora of swears. "fuckin' hell--god, baby, wanna fill you up so bad."

"please, please, please," you cry, your eyes struggling to stay open as price drags out both your orgasms.

when he finally stops, he stays seated inside you for a little longer, looking down between your bodies, loving how his come is overflowing out of you as he drags his cock in and out of you real slow and gentle. "s'perfect," he praises, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, then your lips. he wipes away all the tears that streak across your pretty face. "always do so well for me."

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ADDING THIS TO MY COLLECTION OF PHOTOS THAT SCREAM JOHN PRICE. LIKE OH MY LORD. price outside early in the morning after a rough mission, not having been able to sleep properly, smoking a cig and drinking his coffee black. mmmmmff

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foaming at the mouth

FaceTiming John Price while he’s deployed <3

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Thinking about Ghost who's as good as a virgin, only ever had proper sex once and he was too big for the bird, fucked her too hard, too deep, too fast, to the point where she had to push him off and run to throw up. Made his stomach churn, certainly didn't make him eager to do it again. He's used to being the last one at the bar, watching with Price as Soap and Gaz take their prizes home with a wink over their shoulders. Used to the birds that only have enough confidence to ask him to take them to the bathroom, that balk when they feel the monster between his legs. Used to licking between a pretty thing's legs so she doesn't feel like she made the wrong choice, even when Ghost knows she did.

Which is why he doesn't know how he ended up under you. Your hands pressed against his chest, your brows pinched together as you circle your hips, easing your way down, down, down his thick cock. Maybe it was the way you'd dragged him to the door of the bar, pointed out your car and held the door for him. Maybe it was the way you'd stopped him from stripping you when you closed your apartment door. Maybe it was the fact that he'd bounced when he hit your mattress, his body weightless for just a second before you'd climbed on top of him and fixed your mouth over his. Maybe it was the way you'd coo-ed at him, held his face between your hands and pouted those pretty lips when you told him, "what a good boy you are for me."

It could have been the way you'd sat on his chest while he lapped at your folds, or the way you'd moved his head with a tight grip on his hair. Or maybe it was the pure and simple fact that when you tugged his straining cock free of his trousers you'd told him, "I really hoped you'd be bigger" with a sparkle in your eyes. All Ghost knows is that when you settle on his lap, the sigh you let out makes his cock twitch, and he has to pull you off with a garbled apology before the way you grind against him makes him come.

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hey siri, play wannabe by hey mona

posted on twt too bc why not

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HES DONE IT AGAIN, LORD HELP ME

also, badjhur posted another ghost audio and i think i’m gonna pass away… like god is really treating me right for once

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(unedited) inexperienced simon.

your lips are soft against his, plush and warm; you taste like the fruity gum you always chew and he hesitantly licks into your mouth to get a deeper taste. his large, strong hands tighten on the fat of your hips, pawing and kneading when you moan at the feel of his tongue diffident on yours; your pretty little hands cradling his face and body pressing impossibly closer.

the movie that's flickering in the background is nothing more than a soft drone in his ears, dull and distorted; he can only hear your breathy moans and the wet sound of your messy kissing. it makes his head spin, makes his heart race in his chest and he's sure that you can feel it against your breasts. the weight of your body nestled in his lap, ass perched on his bulge and thighs caged on either side of him; makes his hands clammy, a low, desperate whimper rumbling in his chest.

heaving breaths are taken when you pull away from the kiss, simon's usual shell-pink, thin lips are swollen and tinted with a rosy hue. his eyebrows knit together and his teeth dig into the softness of his bottom lip as your kisses descend upon the rounded angle of his jawline; teeth nipping and mouth suckling upon the skin, your mouth lavishing attention on every inch.

you can feel the soft tremble of his fingers, the gentle bounce of his knee; the tapping of his bare feet on the hardwood floor. his grip tightens, a delicious ache on your hips as he moans, a soft hissed whimper coming from his parted lips. the sound of your soft chuckle feels almost mocking and simon's chin sets; lips almost pouty as he goes to speak, however, his words die on his tongue the moment you're sucking the sensitive skin on his neck.

his eyes flutter back and he practically whimpers your name, a guttural plea as his hips buck up and roll for a brief moment before his thighs tremble and a flurry of whispered curses spews from his mouth. he hugs your body close, burying his face into the warm curve of your neck as he cums in his pants. simon feels your gentle retreat, the soft caress of your hand cradling his cheek, your voice all pretty and breathless. "did you just…?"

"fuckin'…." simon is still cumming in thick spurts in his pants, hands keeping your hips steady, his head reclining onto the back of the couch. his skin is flushed red and you can't help but lean forward and press a kiss to his adams apple, his hips jolting beneath you again. "…yeah." he confirms, it's such a breathless, needy sound that you coo and lave softly at the bruises forming on his skin. "can you do it again?"

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For your information, the account that stole your work almost word for word has been deactivated, I guess. Some of us can't find it anymore. Please stay on the lookout, don't let them steal your work. Us TWD writers are on the lookout now too.

honestly, tysm for looking out and updating me 🥹🫶 i don’t mind ppl being inspired by my work and taking my concept, but to just flat out copy and paste is wild. love TWD community and all the fic writers tbh. tysm lovely 🤍 i hope your pillow is cold on both sides 🫶

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Price and Soap are definitely dog people, while Ghost and Gaz are cat, yea?

hmmm i feel like price would like cats more??? like i can just imagine him owning a cat that likes to sprawl out and nap on his desk. having a cat at home to return to. soap is a dog person tho, absolutely no doubt about that. ghost gives me cat and dog vibes. like he just likes animals in general. he loves to give a dog a good pat and a cat a good scratch. gaz gives cat vibes. he definitely wants a dog, but they’re too much work and he doesn’t have the heart to leave a dog for such long periods of times while he’s working.

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imagine being shirtless like tits out and towel around the hips because if the boys (141) can do it in front of you then you can do it in front of them too.

KSJDKWL no but the men always wearing a towel loosely around their hips, completely flustering you. and of course they think it’s so funny to tease you like that. to make you stutter and blush. “what’s the matter?” soap goads. “think she like what she sees,” ghost adds in. “didn’t take you for the squeamish type,” gaz teases.

so, you decide to take your “revenge” and you come out of the showers in nothing but the towel on your hips, your breasts entirely exposed. you’re busy drying off your hair when the men walk in and they all go completely silent. you even catch the captain blushing. “s’matter boys?” you joke, grabbing your toiletries bag as you exit the showers but not before saying “like what you see?” over your shoulder. soaps jaw is basically on the floor, and even ghost is speechless, completely caught off guard. and they’re tied between wanting to cover up so you don’t do that again, and praying you decide to stick to them and continue this game because soap claims he didn’t get a good enough look… and gaz agrees, earning a slap on the back of the head from price.