On My Knees For Dilf!ghost 🛐🛐🛐🛐

Blip of my fic on ao3 (Find me! Ser_aph on ao3)

You with the Dark Curls (You with the Watercolour Eyes)

If Simon was the moon, Johnny was the stars. Many would say he was the sun, but Simon disagreed. He wasn’t a ray of happiness, but he smiled so bright it felt like the room was bathed in the light. His eyes held stories older than his soul, yet when they caught the light they looked like the prettiest watercolour blue. He was an enigma, a puzzle that Simon didn’t want to solve, couldn’t solve.

Ftm power bottom price over stimulating his bf wanting all his loads inside him, with price using readers hands to play with his pecs

Trans!Captain John Price x Male Reader Warnings: NFSW, 18+ Only. Afab terms used, creampies, overstimulation, riding, nipple play.

He doesn’t let you pull out, barely giving you a few seconds to recover before he’s grinding on you. Despite your brain protesting, you don’t think you can go again, your cock twitches in interest, unable to resist the velvety walls of his cunt. 

Your thighs are a mess, cum dribbling out from where you’ve filled him again and again but it’s not enough, Price choosing to ignore the slight grimace on your face as pain and pleasure blend together, instead chasing the feeling that makes his brain go fuzzy, when he can feel each pulse of your cock as you cum rope after rope.

Loosely holding his hips you’re barely hanging on, so he takes over, pulling your hands up to his chest and placing them on his pecs, his pace picking up when you begin to play with the skin, cupping them, rolling your fingers over his nipples, pinching the hardened buds. You can feel he’s getting close again, his cunt rhymically tensing around your cock, rapidly pulling you along with him. When he drops a hand down to stroke the bundle of nerves so close to where he’s sucking you in it only takes a few more seconds before he’s clenching around you, a long, drawn out moan pouring from his lips as his orgasm crashes over him. 

It sends you over the edge, your hips fighting to thrust up and bury yourself as deep as you can as you pump him full of what little cum you have left, Price rocking on you to try and drain you of all you have.

*at a safe house*

Soap: Hey, Kyle

Gaz: Hm?

Soap: Did you, uh, hear Simon in the bathroom earlier?

Gaz: Why?

Soap: It sounded like he was fighting someone

Gaz: Uh- oh, he’s fine. He just doesn’t like it when the shower curtain touches him

Soap: What-

Ghost, loudly: UNHAND ME YOU FIEND

*sounds of something breaking*

Soap:

Gaz: Damn it, Si

I need my men to have the eyes of a tortured Victorian boy and an aura of overwhelming misery

just lil guys that love each other very much

Literally the coolest fucking drawing I’ve seen

Soap and Ghost for creatures au!

Absolutely feral rn 👍

colonel könig is canon to me

Call of Duty HC’s but they’re random

-141-

Price:

-he/him

-absolutely wears fluffy socks around base/on leave, loves ridiculous patterns

-was the popular but also a loner kid in high school; knew a lot of people but only talked to like 3 people

-ambivert; will socialize to a certain point

-RBF, scares recruits by “glaring” at them (he is totally zoned out)

-actually dislikes most common teas; loves chai and jasmine

Ghost:

-any prns

-avid phonk/punk/metal listener, loves loud music

-had a goth phase, it’s where he got most of his skeleton aesthetic from

-kid who broke rules but somehow never got in trouble with teachers/authority figures

-enjoys sitting with 141 and just listening to them chat, not having the talk but still being included

-#autisticgang

-agender, never felt like he was a guy or girl, he just *is*

Soap:

-he/it/xe

-average physics enjoyer, will ramble for hours to anyone unlucky enough to catch him talking about it

-tinnitus, always says “what?” like 7 times before he can hear someone’s question

-people pleaser, scared of being made fun of, stems from bullies in high school due to xyr being outed as pan (pan!soap truther btw, he does not care)

-goes nonverbal sometimes, uses BSL to communicate, learned it from Ghost

-a master braider, can do super complex braids cuz its little siblings always wanted him to do their hair

-middle child that had to parent everyone (parents, older siblings, younger siblings)

-AuDHD

Gaz:

-he/she

-mommas boy, loves his mom more than anyone

-hates the cold, literally can’t deal with it, turns up the heat as soon as it hits 60 F

-ate New Orleans cuisine once and had a soul blasting experience, thinks about it at least once a day

-white magic believer, mom was pagan so she grew up around spirituality, makes moon/sun water, cleanses his space, celebrates pagan holidays

-hyper mobile, loves to freak out Price by bending in weird ways or doing the thumb behind the knuckle trick

Y’all ever get that feeling of dissociation where it’s like

“Huh, I’m somehow in my body and floating three inches above it and a little to the left at the same time”

Wild