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any shred of dignity I had left died here

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Idk how to title this

Handler!Simon with bunny!hybrid reader who no matter how much sex he gave you: whether it was his thick fingers knuckle deep inside your soaked cunt, pounding you into the mattress until you because a mess of incoherent words, or holding you down while he lapped at your pussy until you sobbed from overstimulation.

it was never enough. Not for a bunny like you.

Because without fail, you always ended up back in his lap, paws tugging at his shirt, giving him the same glassy eye stare that said: my problem is now your problem

The saying “fucking like rabbits” proving to be true. And Simon was starting to believe his cock might actually break at the rate you were going.

So, who else was he supposed to call? Other Johnny. A Wolf hybrid himself.

He didn’t even need convincing. Simon could practically hear the grin in his voice as he spoke: “Aye, mate, I’ll be there in ten”

And when Johnny finally showed up, he didn’t waste a single second. The moment his eyes landed on you, he pounced. You were just as eager, meeting his hunger with your own, and Simon sat back on the couch with an ice cold beer in hand, long legs kicked out as he prepared to watch.

If Kyle had been there, Simon was sure they’d both already be betting on who’d tire out first. Not a bad idea, maybe he’d call him next time.

For now, it was just you and Johnny.

And Christ, the wolf had stamina.

You went at it for hours, three, at least before you finally tried to curl up in Simon’s lap, body limp and spent, ears drooping. But Johnny wasn’t finished. With a wicked smirk, he pulled you back for round whatever you lost count, and then another after that.

By the time he was finally done, you were babbling nonsense, words spilling out in some made up language only you seemed to understand. Your body trembling with overstimulation, and Simon finally stepped in, scooping you up gently. He cleaned you up before tucking you into bed with a kiss to the forehead.

“Good lad” he muttered to Johnny on his way out. The wolf just smirked, looking like he could’ve gone for several more hours without breaking a sweat

And Simon got peaceful sleep that night, your body finally slack and nestled against his chest.

At least until next week.

Because when the hunger came back, it always did, Simon didn’t hesitate to call up Johnny.

And Kyle too.

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any writing tips?

I honestly can only think of two rn but the first one that comes to mind is this website, I use it about every time I write, I just try not overdo it because looking back at my old posts I lowkey did but everyone writing style is different so do whatever you want!

then idk if this really counts as a tip but out of everything it probably helped me the most, you just have to read other fan fiction it doesn’t really matter what it is but for example if you want to write good smut just read smut and kinda like take in how other people write it and incorporate it into your own style, if that makes sense? Ive been writing for a while but when i redownloaded tumblr back after a couple years which was only a few months ago, i picked back up on fanfic and started to read it more and i noticed a drastic change in the way I wrote. Even in stuff just from a few months and im honestly lowkey salty i never did this when i first started writing because i feel like only just a few months ago did my writing get good and thats all thanks to other people on this app

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Gentle violence

Simon wasn’t a violent man. Sure, he did violent things for work, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed them

He’d stayed up more nights than he or anyone else could count, head in his trembling scarred hands, wishing it would stop, the memories, the guilt he carried, the lump in his throat that still hurt even after he tried to swallow it.

Everyone he couldn’t save, the people he didn’t know and the people he did, the ones whose footsteps he recognized.

He wasn’t a violent person. Never wanted to be.

That’s why it hurt when that’s what people expected from him. when they saw his outside, his scarred and intimidating form, and just assumed the inside was the same. When partners wanted him to be rough and dominant in bed.

He tried, but couldn’t. The slaps they requested always landing too light, the hair pulling always hesitant, his grip loosening before it could ever sting.

He just wanted to be gentle with someone. Wanted someone to be gentle with him.

Someone he could kiss softly, cupping their jaw while they loosely ran their fingers through his hair.

Someone who’d trace his scars as they lay bare beside him, asking where each one was from, kissing away the pain and bad memories as he told them.

Then he met you.

“I… I’m just not, I like it gentle” you murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, the moonlight casting a faint glow through the room.

He smiled faintly.

“Yeah… I can do that”

I have too many different versions of Simon I’ve written for holy shit

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Welcome to Kinktober 2025!

As there wasn’t an official Kinktober prompt list last year, we’ve put together an unofficial one for 2025, along with an AO3 collection. The graphics were all made by @latte-cucumber, and she's also made a banner that you’re welcome to use for your Tumblr Kinktober posts:

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Kinktober is an October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.

Our askbox is open for questions about how the challenge works or what the prompts mean.

Prompts

Masturbation – Orgasm Control – Incest

Coming Untouched – Ageplay – Kidnapping

Threesome – Nipple Clamps – Alien Abduction

Voyeurism – Sounding – Hypnosis

Finger Sucking – Wax Play – Dacryphilia

Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication

Blindfolds – Chastity – Bloodplay

Webcam – Figging – Cages

Exhibitionism – Shibari – Tentacles

Oral Sex – Punishment – Consensual Non-Consent

Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia

Sex Work – Kneeling – Sissification

Dildos – Dom Bottom/Sub Top – Medical Play

Omegaverse – Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging

Semi-Public – Object Insertion – Sex Pollen

Remote Control – High Protocol – Fire Play

Messy Sex – Service Kink – Anal Hooks

Size Queen – Dom/Sub – Genital Torture

Creampie – Sensory Deprivation – Electricity

Mirror Sex – Golden Shower – Dubcon

Rimming – Forced Orgasm – Monsterfucking

Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay

Biting – Praise Kink – Enemas

Anal Sex – Gags – Noncon

Double Penetration – Impact Play – Pillory/Stocks

Lingerie – Cuckolding – Sex Robot

Hair Pulling – Animal Play – Gangbang

Multiple Orgasms – S&M – Needle Play

Body Worship – Omorashi – Full-Body Bondage

Breeding – Fucking Machine – Degradation

Hot Tub Sex – Foot Fetish – Writer’s Choice

Bonus prompts:

Aftercare

Fisting

Wall Sex

Sugar Baby

Uniform Kink

Free Use

Temporary/Permanent Marks

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Price is the do it for your girl or I will type of guy.

Don’t compliment her after she’s clearly spent time doing her hair and makeup before going out? Don’t worry, he’s already there, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and telling her how those earrings bring out her eyes.

Forget to open the door for her? He’s already there holding it wide open, with a hand resting on her lower back as he gives her a little nod to go ahead.

Let her struggle with carrying something heavy? He’s already taken it from her arms without a word, telling her not to strain herself.

And if you can’t make her cum? Well…he will.

In more ways than one too.

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Something something about having to teach Johnny, it was like trying herd a hyperactive puppy: his dumbass wouldn’t sit still or pay attention for more than even five minutes. So, you made up a game.

“Fourth president of the United States?” you questioned, hands teasing at the hem of your shirt, waiting for his answer.

“James…” He closed his eyes, gripping the chair’s cushions like they’d help him drag the name out of his head.

“Madison!”

You hummed in approval, pulling your shirt up over your head and tossing it aside.

“When was the Declaration of Independence signed?”

He groaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “Shit- fuck, luvie, I dunno-”

You tsked, reaching for your shirt, ready to put it back on, only for him to jolt upright like lightning struck.

“1776!” he yelled.

You smiled and tugged at the zipper on your pants, sliding them off and tossing them on the floor with your shirt, leaving you in nothing left but your underwear

“Mexican Revolution. What year?” you grinned, fingers hooked into the hem of your underwear.

“Uh- 1913?”

You tsked, reaching down to pick your shirt and pants back up.

“1909!” he blurted quickly.

You shook your head and slowly stepped back into your pants, holding your shirt up in anticipation, giving him one last chance to guess right before it went back on.

“1912!” he tried again, panic setting in.

“Sorry johnny” you tsked with no remorse as your shirt went back on, to which he whined.

“1910, idiot” Simon muttered from the armchair in the corner, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the whole thing unfold.

Kudos to you if you know what movie this is from, also made this gender neutral cus I don’t see many as much mlm / masc stuff in the cod community 😞

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WHY DOES WRITER’S BLOCK HIT SO BADD

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Simon’s substitute for cigarettes

Simon Riley, who was trying to quit smoking for you, his bird because for the first time in his life, he had a reason to want to live longer.

Easier said than done. He’d tried everything to keep his fingers from twitching, aching for the familiar weight of a cigarette. Candy, mints, toothpicks, gum. Every damn thing the internet recommended. Nothing worked.

Until he tried you.

Bending you over any and every surface. Stuffing your pretty cunt full of his cock until your legs trembled. Pressing his tongue against your clit until you came against his mouth, trembling and gasping his name.

And the problem— or rather, the solution was that Simon used to smoke multiple times a day, going through a pack in less than a week. Which meant he was bending you over just as often, Fucking you slow and deep, or hard and desperate, chasing relief in the only thing that worked better than nicotine.

Sure, your muscles ached, your body sore in the best way possible but the pros outweighed the cons. Because he was quitting. For you.

And after every session, he’d pull you into his arms, pressing lazy kisses to your forehead as you curled up against his chest. His rough fingers tracing circles over your bare skin, grounding himself in the reason he was fighting the urge at all.

Currently writing a Simon x reader, neighbor shortish fanfic 😗

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Simon likes when you manspread

Simon lives for the way you man spread— whether it’s on the heli ride back from a grueling mission, in the mess hall after training, or slouched in your chair during a painfully boring briefing.

Whenever he can, he sits next to you, reveling in the way your thigh presses against his like you don’t even care.

And when some rookie has the audacity to comment on it, telling you it’s not “ladylike”. Simon dares him to say it again with just a look. The kind that makes men straighten up and rethink their choices. Later, in training, he makes sure the idiot regrets opening his mouth, pushing him harder than necessary, watching with satisfaction as he struggles to keep up.

Then it’s back to you. Back to his bed, where you’re stretched out, lazy and smirking because you know him too well.

“Y’know, it was just some stupid comment,” you hum, voice teasing, like you weren’t just watching him get all worked up over it.

Simon huffs, settling between your legs, hands already gripping your thighs. “Can’t have anyone tellin’ my bird how to sit, mm?”

His fingers slip beneath your panties, tugging them to the side as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Besides,” he rasps, nuzzling closer, “I like when you man spread. Gives me room for m’ head.”

Wrote this during a long ass plane ride

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Punishment w Simon Riley

- this is my first time writing daddy kink so tell me what you think and if you would like more of this 😼

You teased him all the time, especially when he was away on missions.

It just made it more fun, getting him worked up and knowing he had to wait until he got back home to punish you. Even if, in the end, you ended up with a few red spank marks, you always felt like you had the upper hand.

What you hadn’t expected was an unannounced call after you sent him the third teasing photo of the week while he was on deployment.

“Get that little pink vibrator, yeah?” You could hear the strained frustration in his voice.

Your brows furrowed at his sudden request, confused by the lack of acknowledgment to the photo you’d sent just minutes prior: a pic captured with your fingers stuffed inside your pussy, your face mid-moan followed by a little text.

“Thinking of you, too bad you’re not here to ruin me like you always do”

Usually, Simon would just text back something short, telling you to wait until he got home whenever you teased him. Then, in the few texts or calls that followed, he never mentioned it again, asking instead how you were, if you’d eaten, what you did that day, ending with all the I love you’s and goodbye darling’s before hanging up.

It was only when he got home that he punished you for it, but this time, he hadn’t said anything.

“But—”

“I said get it.”

a small huff, you hopped off the couch, sliding your fuzzy slippers on as you tiptoed into the bedroom to your bedside drawer.

“Okay…? I got it” you said, turning it over in your hands a few times before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Good. Turn your camera on.”

When you finally realized where you thought this was going, a small huff of laughter left your lips.

“What, that photo really got you going to the point you’re not even mad?”

“What, you wanna see me use it?” you added tauntingly, just for good measure.

“No. What I am gonna do is watch you edge yourself with it”

Your breath hitched, and you knew he heard it too.

“Not here to ruin you?” he sneered, mocking your earlier text. “Bold. Now turn on your camera, love. Let daddy see you”

With a slight tremble in your hands, you turned on your camera the same time he did.

Your box filled with the warm background of your shared bedroom, your flushed embarrassed face in frame. His box flickered with a grainy dark background, the lights clearly off wherever he was. In the center was his face, lit up only by his phone screen. He didn’t have his mask on, but his eye black was still smeared under his eyes.

“Beautiful, aren’t ya?” he huffed, voice softer for only a second. He was still mad, of course, but seeing your face softened him up just a bit

“Strip” his tone changed drastically in a way that made your thighs clench together.

With a light gulp, you set the phone down and stripped off your sweater and panties, leaving only your fuzzy socks on.

“I finished, daddy” you swallowed, voice meek.

“Good. Now lay back on the bed, let daddy see all of you, yeah?”

You settled back into the mattress, in the same exact spot you took the teasing photo earlier, flipping the camera so he could see all of you spread out for him.

A little snort left him when he saw you still had your mismatched socks on.

“Get the vibrator. We’re not stopping until I say you can”

You picked it up and turned the vibrator onto the second intensity, but he quickly corrected you.

“Five” It came out so sharp there was no room to argue.

You swallowed, turning up the notch, waiting for his green light before pressing it to your clit.

Within minutes, you were already whining at the overwhelming stimulation, your thighs twitching as he watched you closely. Every so often, he corrected your form, telling you to spread your legs wider or keep your back arched.

He waited patiently until he saw all your signs: your trembling hands searching for something to grip, your parted lips and unfocused eyes.

“Pull it away”

Without thinking, you immediately obeyed, whining as the stimulation ceased and your orgasm slipped away from you.

“But daddy—”

“Nuh uh, I don’t wanna hear it. You made your bed, now lay in it.”

“You teased daddy, and now you’re getting your punishment, yeah?”

After a few more moments of cruel teasing, he ordered you to press the vibrator back against your swollen clit.

Your hand trembled as you did, a broken whimper slipping past your lips the second it touched you again. Your hips jolted, thighs shaking as you fought to keep them open for the camera like he told you.

“Please, daddy— need to cum—” you whined, tears threatening to spill.

“Hmm” he hummed softly. “You think you deserve it, after being such a brat?”

You nodded quickly, messy frizzy hair falling into your flushed face as you shook your head “I’ll be good, I promise, please I’ll be so good—”

He chuckled, humorless. “Oh I know you will. But you’re not cumming tonight, love”

“Look at you, crying and begging and for what? For a fucking orgasm you haven’t earned?”

Your entire body froze. Tears spilling freely now.

“What?” you breathed out

“You heard me,” he said calmly, leaning back against what you assumed was his cot “Turn it off. Put it away”

“But daddy… please… I need it, I can’t—”

“Turn. It. Off.”

Your trembling thumb switched the toy off, dropping it beside you on the bed as soft sobs wracked your chest. Your thighs twitched uselessly, the deep ache between your legs was burning cruelly

“Good girl” he said quietly “Now clean yourself up and go to bed.”

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered.

“No, love” he hummed lowly. “Daddy’s not mad. This is what happens when you act like a little brat and think you can tease me without consequences?”

You sniffled softly, wiping at your tears with the back of your trembling hand as you curled up on your side, your body still thrumming with unfulfilled need.

“Now be a good girl and go to sleep. I’ll deal with you properly when I get home”

“Daddy loves you, yeah? Goodnight, baby”

“Good night daddy”

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Stalker Johnny who uses the same razor you shave your pussy with on his face WHATTT?? WHO SAID THAT

Johnny was sick. He knew it. But he didn’t care.

Not at all, not every time he snuck into your bathroom while you were out, he’d open that little pink razor you kept tucked away behind your lotions. The same razor you used to shave that pretty pussy of yours.

He’d run it down his jawline, taking his time, imagining your soft little hands holding it instead. By the time he rinsed the blade clean, there was always a twisted little smile curling on his lips.

Because when he walked out the door, freshly shaved and clean, it felt like you were with him. Like you’d touched him, just for a moment.

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Trying to buy new furniture w Simon

Something something, after you moved in with Simon, he’s not used to all the decor that keeps popping up every time you come back from the store.

His place had always been bare before, only the few necessities he needed. It wasn’t that he necessarily wanted it that way, it was just, he was so used to it that when he saw pillows on the couch, not just regular pillows, fancy pillows, his brows furrowed.

“What’s this?” he muttered, turning it around to all sides like he was inspecting a grenade.

You huffed, gently taking the pillow back and rearranging it into place on the couch.

“Pillows…?”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Pillows are for the bed, not the couch, last time I checked.”

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Decorative pillows? Are you dense, Si? They’re for decoration, and where did you ‘check’ because last I saw, about everyone has pillows for their couch.”

“Not me” he grunted.

“Yeah, well that’s because you never decorate”

He huffed, crossing his arms like a grumpy bear. “Waste of yer money, I tell ya, biggest scam ever”

he proceeded to plop down onto the couch, glaring at the pillows like they’d personally offended him before reaching for the remote.

Next time, it was your bedroom. You heard him call something out from the doorway and got up to see what he was fussing about.

“Why does our bloody bedroom look like an ikea pop up?” he grunted, an apple in his hand that he had been mindlessly eating. He leaned against the doorframe, brows furrowed like he was looking at a crime scene.

“Because it looks nice…?”

He was quiet for a moment before you caught sight of his new expression. You could’ve sworn his jaw dropped as he rushed over to his side of the bed.

“What did you do with my pillow?”

“Did you throw it out?” Simon’s face dropped, he’d looked like his entire family had just died. I apologize in advance for that

“No…? I put a cover on it” You huffed, confused.

He looked a tad bit relieved when he unzipped the side to see his familiar pillow still inside.

“Thank god” he mumbled, clutching it like he’d nearly had a heart attack had it not been there.

“Get this- stupid bloody awful thing off” he muttered under his breath as his large, clumsy fingers peeled the decorative cover off, revealing his bare naked pillow.

“That—” he pointed to the cover with a glare, “is not going back on my pillow.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even be upset. You were just so baffled you let out a laugh when he placed his pillow back on the bed without the cover, patting it down with satisfaction.

And it stayed like that, sure enough. That was probably the start of when you realized Simon had emotional attachments to some of his stuff. Like when you tried buying a new couch, since the old one was far past its last limb.

You tried to surprise Simon when he came home from work that day, smiling proudly at the new couch set up in the living room. But he had the same exact expression painted on his face as when he thought you got rid of his pillow.

“Where’s my couch?” he asked, sucking in a breath after he remembered to breathe.

“It’s in the other room, I just thought, y’know… it was time for a new couch—”

He rushed right past you mid sentence, returning in under thirty seconds later with his old couch held above his head, setting it down with a sigh of relief as he sank into it like it was his throne.

“Bloody terrified me, love” he said, shaking his head.

You let out a small amused snort.

While Simon never let you put a cover back on his pillow again or replace his couch, you didn’t mind. It was endearing, in a way. Now, instead both couches sat in the living room pushed together, and you continued to make the bed each morning with his bare pillow fluffed up against all your decorative ones and covered pillows.

Because at the end of the day, it wasn’t the decor that made it home. It was him and all his stubborn little comforts too.

I get so unbelievably mad when I see a lady w her husband and she won’t let him decorate THEIR house and only gets the stuff she likes 😒 like if you don’t like that man decorate BOTH of ur guys house

Also sorry for being inactive recently im on vacation rn so in a little bit ill be back to posting again but i made this rq 😼

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Simon and Johnny fighting over you

Originally I wasn’t going to finish this and just let it sit in my drafts but I saw @bitterrfruit lovely drawing of Johnny x reader x Simon and got inspired again :)

They were always exchanging glares, sharp, territorial. Every time they caught the other looking at you. There was no use pretending anymore. They both knew what this was. What they were doing.

Fighting over you.

Whether you were aware or not, they were well aware of each other. No excuses. No denial. Just tension thick enough to cut through.

“Would ya get off the lass? Bloody hell, she doesn’t wanna carry your heavy arse,” Simon muttered through clenched teeth, grabbing Johnny’s arm and slinging it over his shoulder before the Scot could slide it around your waist for “support.” Johnny had banged up his leg during sparring, but Simon wasn’t about to let that be an excuse.

Johnny just grinned through it, leaning a little heavier on Simon than necessary.

Then there was the pre-mission rush. Your vest was a little loose, strap dangling, and Simon was already making his way over to fix it—

Only to watch Johnny get there first, tapping your shoulder twice and adjusting it with a little too much enthusiasm before strolling off smugly. Too smooth. Too eager. And Simon knew exactly what he was fucking doing.

He didn’t get far before Simon muttered low under his breath, just loud enough for Johnny to hear, “Didn’t realize you were her handler now.”

Johnny barely looked back. “Aye, now you know, yeah?”

After a mission gone sideways, the three of you ended up crammed into a small safe house with one mattress, queen-sized, barely big enough for two, let alone three. You hadn’t even said a word yet before Johnny was already dropping down onto the edge of the bed, tossing a lazy smirk toward Simon.

“Me and her will take the bed. You can have the floor.”

Simon didn’t say anything. Just stalked over, grabbed Johnny by the collar, and yanked him back so hard the bed shifted.

“Just her should take the bed, yeah?” he growled, voice flat but wound tight.

Johnny just laughed, brushing himself off. “Didn’t know you cared that much, mate.”

Briefing room, a few days later. You walked in late, looking like sin in combat boots, hair still damp from a rushed shower. Only two empty seats. Simon leaned back and tapped the one beside him, calm as ever. His version of an invitation.

But Johnny? Johnny was already dragging a chair closer to him, arm slung over the backrest, claiming the spot beside him before you could even blink.

Simon let out a short huff, crossing his arms. “Real friendly tonight, huh Johnny?”

It never ended. The constant push and pull. Petty fights dressed up as professionalism. Both of them orbiting around you like they couldn’t help it, always trying to get the upper hand. Always trying to be the one you’d turn to.

Like dogs at your heels, claws out, teeth bared, waiting for a scrap of your attention.

But all of that stopped. Dead. When you finally looked between the two of them and told them the one thing they never expected to hear.

That you wanted both.

And fuck it, they didn’t mind sharing.

Not if it meant they each got a piece of you.

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Something Something about you teasing Price for his insanely loud snoring and him getting all defensive about it, saying you had no proof, “Don’t snore, love, you’re hearing things”

But the next night or so you record a video of him snoring, so loud it probably shook the camera a bit, and in the morning you shoved your phone in his face while he was sipping his coffee.

He just squinted at it and went, “Y’know… back in the day, snoring was a survival trait” before he started rambling onnn half asleep, cup still to his lips, saying stuff like “Would keep ‘em alive from being eaten by animals because of the noise” nodding like it was the most logical explanation in the world, telling you it was just something passed down to him from his ancestors and he wholeheartedly believes it too.

idk

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Control Freak - Price x Gaz x reader

Price liked being in charge. That was known. Whether it was work or sex, he liked being the one who set the tone. Though occasionally, he never complained when you took charge and rode him, setting the speed and using him for your pleasure.

Honestly, that was probably how he ended up in this situation.

Sitting lazily in his office armchair, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand as he looked at you: his pretty birdie and his favorite sergeant through hooded eyes.

“Just like that, Kyle,” he spoke, stating an order he knew he’d follow.

He watched as Kyle picked up the pace, his fingers inside your pussy moving faster, just enough to make your back arch and a broken moan spill from your lips. Price knew your tells for when you were about to come, the way your hands trembled, searching for something to grip, the way your parted lips quivered as your eyes fluttered open.

“Stop,” he ordered Kyle directly “Drag it out, yeah?” He took another sip from his glass, watching the way your eyes turned to him, looking at him with that desperate gaze you always got when you wanted something.

“Keep your eyes on Kyle, baby,” he cooed softly, reminding you.

Kyle paused, fingers still buried inside you, feeling your walls clench desperately around him. Your hips twitched, trying to grind down, but his other hand moved to your thigh, holding you still just as Price instructed.

“Good lad,” He praised Kyle softly, setting his glass down on the desk with a small clink, leaning forward slightly in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees. He watched the scene before him unfold.

“Look at you, sweetheart, so needy, so desperate” he hummed, his lips curling into a smirk when your only response was a whimper.

“Go on then, Kyle, nice and slow, want her right on the edge for me.”

Kyle swallowed thickly, nodding as his fingers curled inside you, slow thrusts that made your thighs trembled, your breathing coming out in sharp little pants.

“Eyes open. Look at him, Love. Watch what he’s doing to you.”

You forced your teary eyes back open, meeting Kyle’s gaze briefly, his own cheeks flushed pink as he focused on pleasuring you exactly how Price wanted.

You could feel how soaked you were, could hear the obscene squelch of his fingers moving in and out of you slowly.

“Fuck, Captain,” He murmured under his breath, unable to hold it in as he watched your expression, the tent in his pants sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Don’t lose focus, sergeant,” Price warned, though his tone held that amused edge.

“Think she’s ready for your cock yet, Kyle?”

Idk if I really like how this turned out, kinda feels repetitive? Idk anyways idc, I just loveee Kyle sm, that man is SO fucking fine 😩, so is my baby daddy price 😛

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