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vixen7243 · 8 months ago

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Lurking in the Shadows Pt. 3

Husband!John Price x AFAB!Reader | Obssessed!Ghost x AFAB!Reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

MDNI!!!

Over the next few days Simon had very much settled himself into the grooves of your and Johns marriage, when John would get up in the morning Simon turn the both of you , pulling you in closer to him he would make quick work to stuff himself into you. He made sure that during the day he had you bent all over the house, every filthy, needy desperate thought he's ever had being played out, pouting when John would get home and your attention would shift to him, your attention being split and no longer solely on him. Tonight no different as John walked in and you got out of his lap to meet John at the entry way, kissing him, and helping him take his jacket off. "Hi love, how was your day?"

"Hello darling." John wrapped his arms around you pulling you in tightly, "It was well, gonna be staying late the next few nights though, just so you know."

"What? Why?" You pouted up at him, "You guys are leaving again so soon?"

John glanced up, the pout you were giving him being mirrored on Simon's, only deeper and directed at you. Picking you up he only smirked when he saw dinner ready, having wrapped your legs around his waist you repositioned when he sat down on the couch near Simon, "We aren't going anywhere, I just got some meetings and files to get caught up with."

"Promise?" You felt his hands pulling the waist band of the your his sweats down, after some shuffling he squeezed your ass pressing your front into him as he kissed the valley of your breasts.

"Yeah." Smirking into your chest when he noticed that when you reached your hand out to Simon's cheek and cupped it bring him to you, Simon's whole demeanor changed, making him perk up. "Knew you were needy for her for a while but Jesus Simon, never took you for a pouter."

Tensing up Simon looked at John, "Wasn't pouting."

"Doin an awful nice thing as to share my wife, could stand to let up a few moment for me to restuff this cunt when I get home." You moaned when one of his hands slid down your ass and back between your thighs, a days worth of Simon soaking your underwear waiting to drip down. "What do you say darling?"

"Yes, please I want you love." Kissing his lips and neck, you tugged his shirt up from the waist band of his cargo pants, "Fill me up." John let you remove his shirt and undo his belt and pants, your hand wrapping around his shaft pulling him out and jerking him up stiff.

Sliding your underwear to the side John guided your hips down onto him, groaning feeling Simon's cum help ease his cock into you, sliding forward a bit John started moving your hips against him. Bouncing with John's movements the squelching of Simon's cum coating your inner thighs and all of John's pelvic and thighs, whining as you pulled your tank top off you arched into John's mouth as he suckled on your nipple, feeling your walls flutter around him John started rubbing a thumb into your clit in rhythm with his thrust making you dizzy.

Simon felt hot, eyes watching as John's cock bullied up into you, making his cum cover the both of them, knowing that his cum was on his captain made Simon's cock twitch. Gripping himself through his jeans he rubbed himself through the thick material looking up to your face, eyes rolled in bliss, mouth agape, small huffs of breath leaving your lips. He had been working you up to that all day, loving how lost you get when cumming, his pride swelling each and every time you begged him for more. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat when you came around John, the force of your walls clenching around him making him quickly cum with you.

He seen how the two of you silently looked at one another before you both smiled at the same time and you slowly eased off of John, grabbing the collar of Simon's shirt and pulled him to you across John and started kissing him. Consumed into the kiss he didn't see as you jerked John, sliding your other hand up to the back of Simon's neck you guided him down still kissing him, pulling back you leaned down kissing and licking the tip of John's dick, dragging your tongue down the shaft before feeling Simon jerk his head freezing as you were bringing him down. "Be a good boy Si." Massaging his neck you gently guided him down watching as Simon slowly and hesitantly stuck his tongue out barely touching the tip of John's dick. Making your way back up and with Simon's tongue the both of you swirled your tongues around John's tip. After feeling Simon now easing more of John into his mouth on his own you suckled and fondled John's balls.

John groaned watching the both of you going down on him, smirking as you helped ease Simon into it, and huffing when Simon wrapped his lips around the head of his dick. You slowly pushed on his neck making him take a little more of John, you sat up and still holding Simon's neck you leaned into John's chest kissing him. "Isn't he doing such a good job hun?"

"Aye, right, good job lieutenant, urgh, you could take more, go on."

Simon never knew that getting this kind of attention from John would ever rile him up as much as it was, feeling his captain's cock twitching in his mouth, your hand sliding up into his hair Simon couldn't hold back the moan ripping through his throat vibrating around John also making him moan. Pushing little more before John rested his hand over yours he pushed quickly up and holding for a moment while Simon coughed surprised.

Getting off the couch you removed your hand and to Simon's surprise you rested on your knees between his legs trying to help him move his hips so you could undo his pants and tug them down slightly freeing his aching cock, when you started kitten licking his dick his mind fogged up with the sensation of getting his dick licked and sucked while simultaneously having one shoved in his own mouth. As Simon realized you were following his pace that he set to get John off he grew anxious and close, wanting you to go deeper and faster he took a breath through his nose closing his eyes and did his best to go at the pace he wanted you to go. Following his lead you looked up at John trying to focus but smiling as John grinned tightening his grip on Simon's head halting his movements, making Simon whine and thrust up into your mouth when you also stopped. Reaching his hand down to your hair and trying to guide you to continue bobbing your head only for John to reach over, grabbing his wrist and pulling it behind his back. "No, no, no. You'll take what you give lieutenant." Huffing and whimpering with his mouth full, John chuckled holding Simon's head still before setting the pace himself and thrusting up himself, Simon trying not to cough or gag the deeper John worked himself into his throat. "Good, like that lieutenant, quick learner aren't you. Knew you would make me proud."

Simon grunted as his cock started twitching in your throat, groaning trying to bob along John faster before you pulled back and pulled Simon off of John, both huffing looking to you, eyes dazed. "You're so close, I know baby, but you can't cum till John does." Simon groaned, opening his mouth to say something but you stopped him, wiping you thumb on his bottom lip, collecting his drool and all the fluids from when you rode John. "Not. Till. John. Cums." Smiling, you kissed him quick before letting him get back onto John, John mean while rolling his head back moaning when Simon continued. You got back down and took him back in your mouth moaning when John was working his hips up meeting Simon's mouth all while Simon pushed down a few times holding getting used to his girth, getting riled up even more as John continued to say HIS name and praise him.

Hearing John moaning Simon's name you clenched your thighs feeling Simon close again, as you stilled, holding his waist pulling back when he would try to thrust up. You heard Simon whining around John, chuckling around him when he gripped the base of John and was now more determined to get John to cum. John groaned, grabbing Simon's head and started working himself now close, "Don't tease him anymore darling, shit. Close, let him cum."

Moaning you started following John's thrusts while going down, feeling Simon now thrust also both grunting, Simon whimpered around John as the both of them came. Trying to swallow John's cum Simon coughed and grunted as John finished before letting go, letting him sit up gasping, John's cum going down his chin. You sat up smirking, swallowing all of Simon's cum, his cock having a glisten from your saliva.

Looking at John's messy cock you giggled, crawling up onto Simon's lap, using the tip of your tongue to collect John's cum and kissing Simon. "Poor baby, couldn't take all of it? Don't worry, you will. Practice makes perfect huh?" As Simon slowly nodded his head, you kissed all around his face using your thumbs to clean around his mouth. Using the space between the two you got down and took John into your mouth, cucking him in and using your tongue to clean him. Sitting up you hummed as John pinched your chin tilting your head back kissing you sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Pulling your leg over his leg John smiled when Simon followed his lead. Both their hands squeezing and massaging down to your filled cunt. Biting your lip you scooted your hips trying to get more comfortable when their fingers started working together, dipping their fingers into you, their other hands pulling your folds open more. Rolling your eyes back you moaned cupping your breasts, arching your back. "Did such a good job baby, just relax."

Huffing resting your head on Simon's arm you started jerking when both of them found your sweet spot, both working in tandem at the spot as you started gushing around them, the couch slowly getting ruined as when you moved to squeeze your legs they held you tightly. "Shit, there." Looking down you started panting as you tensed, cumming around their fingers, whimpering as their fingers started thrusting into you drawing your orgasm out a little longer. Slouching back into the cushions you groaned when they slide their fingers out and sucked their fingers clean. Looking up into the kitchen you laughed to yourself, "Anyone hungry for real food, dinner is done."

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Part 4

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whump-queen · 5 months ago

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Silver

tags: forced intox, manhandling, "servant" whump but lets be honest he's basically a pet

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Seven could smell the sharp sting of tequilia on Wes’ breath before he even saw the bottle.

“Open up, servant.” Wes smiled and leaned in, forcing the stench further into Seven’s face, making him nearly gag at what he knew was coming. God he could already taste it.

Seven tried to pull away, but a heavy hand found the back of his neck and harshly gripped his hair, holding him fast while the other hand messily shoved the bottle of silver upward and forced it past Seven’s lips.

Seven knew not to struggle. He how to close his nose without plugging it by now. He’d hold his breath. He’d hold his—fuck. It burned in his empty stomach instantly.

Considering all the occasions Wes had forced his servant to drink, Seven should’ve been an expert at this. But experience didn’t mean his nights went without mishap, and just because he knew how to drink it down for a few sips, it didn’t mean Wes would let up this time, forcing him to take gulp after excruciating fiery gulp until his mind was screaming for oxygen and for the poison to stop. Just stop.

He could feel hot tears running down his face. He needed to breathe. It took everything in him to swallow and not fucking wretch as soon as Wes yanked the bottle away. Oxygen hit his lungs and he gasped for breath until he felt lightheaded.

“Can’t waste it all on a fucking servant,” Wes sneered, releasing his fingers from Seven’s hair, roughly tousling it instead. The force of his hand made the room spin and Seven could already feel it hitting him. Burning away deep his stomach and making his face feel hot and tingly.

Wes turned away and Seven instantly grasped the wall, taking a few agonizing deep breaths, just trying so hard not to throw up.

He’d done that before. On a night much like this one, and Wes had made him clean it all up while still nearly blacked out, promising that the next time, he’d clean it with his tongue.

So Seven braced himself against the wall and tried to focus on his breath. He inhaled. God fuck. He exhaled. Fuck. He was going to gag.

Water.

He needed water.

This was going to be a long night.