CryptidCritters

soap goes insane for the blush on ghost's unmasked face, but absolutely rabid and feral for the blush on ghost's plush arsecheeks the first time they have sex

I couldn't quite put it into words and I needed everyone to get the right visual cuz it'd be so good!

I'm not much of an artist, but this is what I pictured in my head, lol

Roach on all fours below them all, squirming as he warms Price's cock in his arse, waiting for his turn to become a drooling, whining mess as he listens to the lewd sounds above him

Riley whimpering and moaning at the show of strength, feet dangling uselessly by Price's shoulders while the captain licks and sucks at his leaking cunt. --

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Captain MacTavish standing against a wall with Riley's back to his chest, holding his legs up and spread at his knees while Price kneels at MacTavish's feet and eats Riley out 🥴🥴🥴 --

I honestly don't know either 😅 I just write the words as they come to me!

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“Bet I can make you come twice with just my fingers,” the sergeant says, no hint of doubt in his voice. Simon grins.

“I’ll hold you to that”.

He needs to sweeten the deal.

“Make up for your slip up,” he says. “And you can fuck me before they do. I’ll warn you though, it better be /damn good/”.

Roach’s face hardens into one of determination and Simon feels his cock twitch at what's to come. --

The thick air around them all swirls with groans and curses at his words. Simon smirks at Roach, who deflates at the realization that he won’t be getting much attention for a while yet. Simon hums. He can't just punish him. It won’t motivate him to make it good. --

“Get to it,” he orders, splaying his legs nice and wide. “Get me nice and loose- and don’t take too long. Price and Gaz will be ready soon, but I’d wager to say, you’re gonna need to use your whole fist to get me ready for them both”. --

“You want to touch me so bad? Alright then. I’ll give you what you want”.

Roach’s hope turns somber as he catches Simon’s tone. The lieutenant reaches over and tosses the lube to him, then lies himself back on the pillows, looking at him expectantly. --

"I’m set on gettin’ my fill before the night’s up and I’m still a bit too tight for what Johnny deserves”.

Roach straightens up hopefully as Johnny hangs his head in his periphery. Simon snickers, an idea coming to him. --

The sergeant shrinks into himself, excuses on the tip of his tongue. /What to do with him/?

“Save it,” Simon snaps, stilling him with a glare. “I give an inch, you take mile, hm, sergeant? Can’t follow a simple instruction? Well, today’s your lucky day. --

"Gotta get those cocks nice and hard for another round, yeah?”.

Gaz beams, eyes lighting up with that glint he loves so much. The one that sends shivers down his spine and makes his heart swell. He gives him one last kiss, then sends him off before turning back to Roach. --

hands remaining obediently by his side. “I can do better. Let me-”

Simon interrupts him with another kiss.

“You will,” he promises. “Night’s not over yet. Go wait by Price. You /both/ will be needed soon. And for doing so well, I’ll let you two get each other ready. --

Gaz smiles tentatively though, all pretty, boyish charm that has Simon’s breath catching.

/Fuck/, he loves him.

Loves all these stupid, bloody wankers.

“Let me make it up to you,” Gaz pleads, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together, --

For now, he turns, running a soothing hand down Gaz’s chest and kisses him softly. “Wasn’t your fault, love. /Someone/ couldn’t keep their bloody hands to themselves”.

Roach practically whimpers behind him, but he pays him no mind for the moment. --

Gaz fills him back up, cooing at the rambling sergeant.

“Sorry,” Gaz hisses. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I meant- I was- I’m /sorry/”.

“It’s alright,” Simon muses. It’s sweet, the way he’s groveling. Really tells him how good he’s going to make it when he’s in his element. --

Simon pulls back to dodge them, forcing Gaz’s cock in as far as it will go and that does him in. Simon feels the hot rush of cum inside him and clenches, milking him for all he’s worth. He’s not quite there himself, so soon after already coming once, but he relishes the way --

Roach’s whining and squirming becomes more insistent, and Simon presses soft kisses to his balls, to give his cock some reprieve, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He moans like he suddenly swallowed him whole and his hands dart out toward his head. --

He can already tell Gaz is gonna be a force to be reckoned with. He’s not quite as outwardly cocky as Johnny is, preferring to let his talent speak for itself, on and off the field and, apparently, in the bedroom. It’ll be hard to keep his hands off the sergeant after this. --

Even limited as he is, he still manages to make Simon’s cock twitch and heat spread through his body. He fucks him like it’s nothing, like Simon’s pleasure is all that matters, and he’s sorely tempted to just let him show him what he can really do. --

He’s flushed from his freckled cheeks to his more sparsely dotted chest, which is heaving like he’s run a marathon, and after such /little/ attention. It’s a fucking /miracle/ he managed to outlast Johnny.

Gaz’s thrusts get more sure. More precise. --

The more he riles Johnny up, the better it will be.

He's aiming to not be able to walk tomorrow.

He gets back to drooling over Roach’s cock, a bit slower now, as the sergeant looks ready to shoot off at any moment, whispering little pleas around hoarse moans. --

in front of him. He ought to make him lick it up, but something feral and sick in the back of his mind wants to do it himself. He can’t though. He’s already so close to just calling it all off so he can feel the Scot inside him.

/Patience/. --

"wreck my fuckin’ hole ‘til it can’t hold Johnny’s cock”.

Gaz curses, snapping hard and fast into him. Simon meets his thrusts as he glances over and sees Johnny’s hungry face, eyes dark and desperate. His cock is hard again, leaking more mess into the puddle of cum --

Simon chuckles, circling his tongue around Roach’s tip- who whines and bucks into it- before rocking back into him.

“Wish I could,” he replies. “But you lot need to be taught a lesson. You seem to be learnin’ though. Show me you are, and I’ll let you --

Kyle lets out a shaky breath, throat clicking as he swallows.

“Still- /mh/- still could, Sir,” he pants, though he does thrust a bit harder. “All you gotta do is say the word. Let me grab these perfect hips and I could have you seein’ God”. --