AKSHSJAKDHFJKAA IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET

AKSHSJAKDHFJKAA IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET

price x reader x alex - keep still

╰▸because these bearded beauties could do anything they want to me‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ cw‎:‎ fingering, being held down, reader overpowered, edging

alex who sits with his back against the headboard of the bed, your ass positioned snug between his thighs as your held closely against his chest. fingers squeezing your neck as he keeps your line of vision focused on the other man who has his head between your own thighs. the other hand snaked around your waist to keep you in place.

"c'mon, baby. keep your eyes on the captain." the sound of his voice sending goosebumps to rise on your skin, his lips close to your ear gently biting on the lobe as he tugs. "wanna be a good girl for us, don't you?"

the nod you give is small, but acknowledged by alex as he chuckles in response to it. fingers squeezing again as you let out a small gasp for air. price's eyes looking up to meet yours as two fingers pump into your already dripping cunt, his mouth like a leech against your clit as he sucks on it. only does he stop for a brief moment when a smirk forms on his lips as the gasp that leaves your mouth.

"can't speak, sweetheart?" price teases before his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, your legs squirming as you try to kick him away. it wasn't that you didn't want him to keep going, your body just highly sensitive to both of their touches right now. "tsk, keep still." he growls, fingers curling inside you as his free hand squeezes the thigh of your leg he has propped over his shoulder. the action causing your body to try and jolt forward, but alex tugging you right back against him.

"disobeying orders?" alex coos, lips now attaching to the side of your neck, the skin darkening as he leaves a mark.

"n-no." the whimper escaping your lips, grabbing at price's hair while the other hand grabs at alex's wrist. both men letting a chuckle out at the same time at your response when your body squirms again from the arousal. pumping you closer to an orgasm with his fingers, price's fingers suddenly pull out, your slick trailing them as they exit. the word 'no' leaving your lips again, this time in a pleading tone as price robs you from the release.

"mhm," alex hums, kissing your cheek. "she still needs some training on keep still."

price's lips placing a kiss on your folds. "you get closer every time, sweetheart." he mumbles, looking at you again. another kiss. the warmth of his lips against you causing you to whine. "shh, i know." your leg hooked onto his shoulder is guided off as he moves to position himself so his face is in front of yours. "good girls who don't disobey get to cum."

"but doesn't mean we still can't toy with you." alex whispers in your ear.

Actually screaming this is the best??? Soap and Gaz are so good together 😫💗

"threesome with ghost and soap" this "threesome with gaz and price" that. mfs i'm thinking about a threesome with soap and gaz!!!!!

warnings: smut! minors dni please! shameless fucking smut. i have no excuses. i'm a fucking slut. shittily proofread. no major warnings. the boys are so sweet ): fem!reader!

imagine leaning against gaz's chest as you lay on the bed. his warm hands caressing your chest, reaching up to hold your jaw as he leans your head to the side so that he can press long, open mouthed kisses against your neck. imagine his other hand holding your hips steady as soap situates himself between your legs.

i know soap would make an absolute mess too. spit dribbling down his chin, constantly smacking his lips like he's actually eating a meal. he would allow you to move your hips, but he'd chase down your clit like it was the only thing he was good for. no matter how much you squirmed or writhed, no one could deny him eating you out

and gaz would whisper constant praises into your ear over your whimpers and groans, because let's be honest, he's enjoying the show. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that? just listen to yourself, love. i could listen to you all day."

soap stops after making you cum for a second time, and it's only because he's worried about overstimulating you too much. if it were up to him, he'd lay between your legs all damn night. but he pulls away from you and you find his lips smashing against yours, and he's devouring your lips just as hungrily as he had your pussy just moments before. you can taste yourself on him, and your mind goes fuzzy.

"what do you say, love?" gaz asks, his voice rumbling in his chest. "gonna return the favor for him?"

and of course you would, because how could you not when soap was almost as needy as you were? so you pull away from gaz and get on your trembling knees as soap kneels in front of you. his erection looks almost painfully hard, and you can see the precum that coats his tip. you take him in your mouth and soap hisses at the feeling, at finally getting some sort of relief from the pressure that had built inside of him.

"good fuckin' girl," he groans out in praise while gently holding the back of your head. "fuckin' angel, you are."

and gaz can't help himself. not when you're bent forward like that, taking soap in your mouth as well as you were. not with your ass on display for him. he sits forward and rubs his hands over your hips, and moments later you feel the head of his cock press against your soaking heat. you're so wet at that point from your own arousal and soap's spit that gaz almost slides in by accident.

"you can take us both, yeah?" he prompts, but he hardly waits for your muffled response before he's pressing into you.

gaz stretching your cunt out and soap filling your mouth leaves your head spinning, and you feel your body go stiff. but it's okay because the boys don't mind putting in a bit of extra work. soap's hips rock forward, using your mouth as breathy grunts fall from his lips. gaz's hands are all over you as he pounds into you from behind.

another coil grows taut in your stomach, and you feel your legs begin to quiver from pleasure. every single nerve in your body is overloaded from their hands all over you, caressing you, praising you, loving you. everything in you tells you to let go, fall into them, fall into bliss.

soap is the first to finish, but only because he had worked himself up so much eating you out. his hips stutter and the tip of his cock nudges against the back of your throat as he spills himself across your tongue. and like the good girl you are, you drink it up; you would never dream of denying him that pleasure.

while gaz continues as a panting and grunting mess behind you, soap leans back and tilts your head up to look at him. you're out of breath, and spit heavily drips down your chin, and the sight of you only makes him grin.

"look at this," he says, almost as if he was parading you around. "beautiful fuckin' girl."

his words alone are almost enough to get you to finish for a third time, but things get even more intense when he leans down to get closer to you. "gonna be a good girl for gaz? go on. tell him what you want."

bracing yourself more firmly against the bed, you try and push yourself up some, only to slip back down. "i need your cum," you pant out.

"yeah?" gaz taunts.

"yes, please, fuck i need it so bad," you whine.

it's all he needs to hear. each thrust becomes more demanding, ordering your orgasm out of you as if he controlled the very essence of your being. your eyes flutter shut as the pleasure crashes over you, but soap keeps your head up as he whispers sweet nothings, lips brushing against yours.

when gaz finishes, he does it with a few long and forceful thrusts. his cock twitches inside of you as your walls milk him for everything he's worth. eventually he pulls out and you feel your body go limp, absolutely spent.

and god, as if the sex wasn't good enough, the aftercare is top fucking tier. while you all come down from your highs, soap pulls you onto his chest and rests your head right over his heart, and it's thudding in his chest as if he ran a marathon. gaz sits nearby, rubbing gentle lines along your spine as your breathing and heart rate slow back to normal. when you're ready, they get everything cleaned up, sheets, blanket, clothes, and most importantly you. and they don't half ass it with a damp towel, either. no, they're running a bath for you, bubbles, epsom salts and all. they're ensuring you're hydrated with a cool glass of water. hungry? they've already ordered something for delivery. they help you dress and continue to shower you with praises for the rest of the night because you're their sweet girl and you did so well ):

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i don't even want to know how many words this is so i refuse to look it up (: sorry for being a whore on main but! who am i kidding i'm always a whore on main.

Just got off the phone w/ Mr Simon Ghost Riley and he told me himself that he actually doesn't like to be violent towards his lover in the bedroom. He actually doesn't want to degrade them or inflict any harm to them what so ever. That bc of his past and having to deal with violence and anger everyday he finds solitude and peace with being loving and gentle with the people he trusts. That he is proud of himself that he could break the cycle of being a violent man and can make his partner feel loved.

He also told me that he thinks its really damaging for young women to become accustomed to the idea with violence, anger and degradation in the bedroom and that everyone should know that love isn't being slapped in the face during sex or crying because your partner is being to rough or being choked to the point that you feel like your going to pass out or having bruises all over your body from your lover being to forceful. He told me that he understands people like what they like but he is also aware that by being subjected to such violent content and having it at your fingertips at any given time is actually really damaging for the brain and that these fantasies often stem from porn created for the male eyes and actually doesn't benefit woman in any way, shape to form.

He also told me that its OKAY to not want to be treated like that and even though that in this day and age violent intimacy is normalised to a point of flippancy, you don't have to like to be treated like that by a partner.

Near the end of our conversation he also wanted me to tell you that you are worth so much more than your sexuality and he is so proud of you. That you deserve love and kindness and he hopes that we can all take a moment to remove ourselves from heavy smut every once and a while and reevaluate how certain forms of media may effect us without even being aware of it.

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If you can’t see it, feel it. (JOHNSHI DRABBLE WAHGEGSGGEHD)

A/N: I love these two so much.. been brain rotting about them and my friend recommended I post this.. this is my first time posting on tumblr please be nice womp womp

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“I wish I could see your face.” Kenshi blurts out, arms crossed and face flushed.

“Oh, you are drunk.” Johnny huffs out with amusement, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. 

Kenshi pouts, “No – I mean it. It’s been.. I haven’t seen your face in ages, and I won’t ever be able to..!” He then shifts to further sink himself into the corner of the couch. His hands reach up to grab the blindfold, ripping it off in frustration as if it was an attempt to get his point across.

“I mean.. You are missing out on a pretty handsome face,” the other man laughs, placing an assuring hand on Kenshi’s shoulder as he looks into.. his eyeless eyes. Slowly, Johnny drags his hand down Kenshi’s bicep until his elbow, then up his forearm until it wraps around his wrist. 

“If you can’t see it…” Johnny starts, pulling Kenshi’s wrist until calloused fingers meet a chin with slight stubble, “then why not feel it?”

Kenshi swears he can feel his heart swell up and explode.

His curious fingers brush against a sharp jaw, his rough thumb coming up to feel the depression of a cupid's bow before brushing against a small slit on the upper lip.

“What is this..?” Kenshi queries with a puzzled look, thumb continuing to brush against the scarred tissue.

“Mm.. ‘S nothing, a little scratch from an old fight.” Johnny shrugs, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. He wonders silently if Kenshi can feel the gradually increasing warmth in his cheeks.

Johnny watches as Kenshi’s palm comes up to gently cup his cheek, the pad of his thumb stretching to drag down his nose bridge, feeling the arch of it. With hesitation, Kenshi experimentally brings up his other hand to the back of Johnny’s neck, combing up into soft brown locks. The hand that previously cupped his face trails down to his throat, nails grazing lightly against his adam's apple. 

“You’re.. going a bit further than my face, eh?” Johnny awkwardly laughs out, shifting slightly from the swordsman’s touch.

“Am I? Well, I couldn’t see that.” Kenshi bites back, lips twitching into a slight grin. His lips then press together into a thin line, retracting his hand before adding, “I mean, I’ll stop if you want—“

“No, no. It’s…” Johnny tightly clasps his hand around Kenshi’s wrist, pulling it back to its original position situated just below his jaw. “It feels nice.”

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AND THATS ALL. I mostly wrote this while being bored in Physics 😴