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ghostly-thorn · 8 months

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Hey hey heyy! First of all your writing is so good! Fr teach me.

Second of all I'd love some Graves smut, something to do with proper hate sex as in enemies to ??, maybe some violence with it. Other than that you can do what you want.

Ily<3

thank u babe, also super random but I just found out the actor for graves is also jeff in yellowjacket’s and now all I picture is graves sitting in his car jamming to papa roach

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, slight dub con, choking, fingering, orgasm denial, name calling, description of wounds, mention of blood, dom!graves, slight voyeurism, creampie, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Your skin is freezing, the rain soaking your clothes, mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on your arm as you struggle to stay up. Something about him was always off, it wasn’t often the 141 worked with outsiders but you needed to trust the Shadow company, you needed to trust Graves.

You followed his orders, seeking his protection when hostile got too close, he’d saved your life on more than one account during the mission but you always kept an eye on him.

Unfortunately your suspicions were right, he had betrayed the team on behalf of Shepard, and now you were lost in the streets of Mexico with too much blood lost.

You crept through alleys, calling through your comms to Soap and Ghost, trying to find a way out when the Shadows were lurking around every corner, gunshots ringing through your ears as you slam your body against a wall trying to stay out of sight.

The dark provided decent cover, allowing you to sneak through old shops and houses, trying to find materials to help you but the feeling of your body growing weaker did little to add to your success, having to brace yourself against tables and walls just to catch your breath.

Time was running out, you knew where Ghost was but you didn’t know how to get there, between the labyrinth of streets and the threat of the Shadows, they had you stuck with no where to go.

“You lost little bird?”

His cocky tone pierces your ears, you don’t have to turn around to know who the voice belongs to, your whole world crumbling in front of you as you look for an escape route.

“No where to run”

He moves closer towards you, caging your body between him and the wall as panic sets into your body. You turn your body and brave your arms, ready to fight but he grabs your wrists, pushing your body back against the wall and pinning you there, you wince at the action, the angle of your arm pinching your wound.

“Looks like somebody clipped your wings” He smirks, his tone is deep,

“Fuck off” You spit, writhing under his grip

“We could’ve been a team you know, there would’ve been a place for you in the company”

“And be forced to take orders from you? I’d rather die”

“Tsk, kinda seemed like you enjoyed taking orders from me”

You furrow your brows at his comment, one drunken mistake made weeks ago coming back to haunt you. You had gone out drinking with the team and he tagged along, a few too many shots and you wound up in his bed, panting under his touch.

“Get the fuck off me Graves”

“I love the way you say my name” His hands release yours, moving to your waist to turn your body, pinning your chest against the wall as you whimper in pain.

“Now I wanna hear you scream it” His voice is husky, laced with anger as his lips travel over your exposed skin, tracing your limbs. The warmth of him feels too good, your shivering body moulded against his chest as his fingers trace over the hem of your pants.

His hands snake under your shirt, kneading at your breasts as you let out a small sigh, the goosebumps on your skin depleting with every touch.

“Hate me all you want, I know what you need”

“Let me go”

“Ask nicely” He grins against your neck as his fingers pinch your nipples, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Fuck you”

He grinds his length against your backside, the firm press of him igniting your core as you curse yourself.

“If that’s what you want baby”

He moves a hand down your stomach, pushing back the hem of your pants to cup your sex, his fingers teasing over your panties as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You’re soaked, knew you needed me, little slut”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side, teasing through your folds as he gathers your slick before pushing two digits inside you. Moaning from the contact he lets out a low chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans.

He pumps his fingers into you, his thumb settling on your clit to run circles over the bud, you struggle to brace your arms against the wall, your hips arching into him as you grind down onto his hand, chasing your high.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers”

Your teeth pierce your lip as you bite down, the taste of iron filling your mouth as the coil inside you burns, your mind a flurry of lust as your orgasm approaches.

He pumps his fingers harder, curving them to swipe across your sweet spot over and over, you throw you head back as the band inside you threatens to snap but as soon as you reach your peak he rips his hand from you. You’re breathless, panting as you stare back at him,

“Wha- no” You plead

“You wanna run? Go now” He steps back a few paces, giving you room to move, your skin is on fire, clenching around nothing as your high fades from your core, he wants you to beg. Your gaze shifts between the door and him, his dark eyes staring back at you, his hand glistening in the light, covered in your slick.

You don’t move, don’t say anything, your fingers toy with your belt buckle, undoing it and he smirks, closing the gap between you.

“Good choice”

His hand is firm on your back as he presses you against the wall again, his arm moving your grip around your waist, holding you up as your limbs become unsteady. He pulls your pants below your ass, giving him enough access to feel your weeping cunt, grinding his clothed length against it and feeling you shudder from the contact, the rough denim swiping against your core, sending shocks up your spine.

“Better stay quiet, unless you want the entire company to take turns”

His threats are empty but they still make your blood run cold, the noise of his own belt clattering as he presses his chest against you, running his tip through your folds. He smears your slick around your cunt, quiet sighs falling from your mouth as you feel how hard he is.

He leans back from you, lining himself up as his free hand finds purchase on the side of your face, pushing it against the cold wall, keeping you pinned. He bottoms out in a single thrust, forcing the air from your lungs as you gasp as the stretch, the arm on your waist moving so he can rest his fingers against your clit, keeping them still against the bud to tease you.

He pounds into you, forcing every inch of himself inside with every thrust as you moan, your mind a blur, the idea of anyone hearing long gone as his tip drags against your walls.

“That’s it, take it, take it all you fucking slut”

He grunts behind you, his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, the sound of the rain outside the only thing keeping prying ears from knowing what was happening as you unravel under his touch.

The hand on your head moves to snake around your neck, the inside of his elbow settling under your chin as he pulls you against him, your back arching as he presses your spine to his chest. His cock hits deeper from this angle, your body exposed to him as his grunts fill your ears.

You reach for him but he grabs your wrist, a low growl leaving his chest when his thumb presses into the bullet wound in your arm, forcing a cry from you as you clench down on him.

“See what you made me do, didn’t have to run from me” He presses harder into the wound, droplets of blood cascading down your skin, smearing onto him as you sob around his cock.

“Fuck. You” You manage through gritted teeth, your hand finding it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair as he lets out a grunt, thrusting harder into you.

“You bite back, always liked that about you”

You open your mouth to speak but words escape you as he grips your wrist, pulling it towards your sex and forcing your fingers to toy with your clit.

“Show me how much you need to cum, how good my cock feels inside your little pussy”

You trace circles with your weak fingers, quiet whimpers from your lips boost his ego as the feeling of your fingers is nothing compared to his.

“Poor slut, you need me to do it?”

You give a tug to his hair, silent begs as your fingers continue to work lazy circles over the bud.

“Beg for it, beg me to make you cum”

“Eat shit”

“I guess only one of us gets to finish then”

He sobbed your body forward, your hands slow to catch you against the wall, his grips your waist with bruising fingers, digging into the flesh as he thrusts into you. Your knees are weak, your arms heavy against the wall as you struggle to stay up, you need more, more of him.

“Beg for it”

His thirsts push you further into the wall, your aching fingers scraping against the stone,

“Please” You whisper

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you”

Your body admits defeat before your mind does, pushing back against him so his tip prods at your cervix, forcing him deeper into you,

“Please”

“Please what? Use your words”

“Please, let me cum!” Tears prick your eyes, your orgasm building inside of you at an agonizing pace.

“Then soak my cock you fucking slut”

His fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the bud as you cry out, your hips working in tandem with his thrusts to chase your high.

He leans over your frame, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear as his hand grips around your throat, his fingers squeezing against your pulse point.

“Cum for me, show me how much you need my cock” He whispers in your ears, the words shooting straight to your core, the fire inside your searing your skin as you cum with a sob, clenching down on him as he fucks you, keeping his harsh pace. His fingers stay on your clit, not letting you come down, he forces you to ride out your orgasm at his brutal pace, his skin smacking against yours as his cock stuffs you.

Your vision blurs, a mixture of blood loss and the overstimulation of him has you seeing stars, every sound drowned out except for his moans behind you.

“M’gonna fill this fucking pussy, send you back with a reminder of who you belong to”

Your tears stain your cheeks, your throat dry and unable to respond as his thrusts become sloppy, chasing his own high.

“You want that? Wanna walk around with my cum stuffed inside you, you fucking traitor bitch” He spits, his words ringing in your ears as he bottoms out, pressing his cock deep inside your walls as his spend floods them, filling you with the warm liquid.

Your body goes limp against the wall, his arms the only thing holding you up as he milks himself in your pussy, thrusting his softening cock to make sure it stays deep before pulling out.

He tucks himself back into his pants, his grip on your waist keeping you balanced as he helps you to lean on a table, kneeling to pull your own pants back up.

He scans the room, moving to grab a small cloth before tearing it, wrapping it around your wound to help stop the bleeding. You stare at him with hooded eyes, the toll on your body evident in the way you hunch over, arms braced to keep yourself steady.

“I meant it, there would’ve been a spot for you” His tone is sincere as you gaze at him, his hair sticking to his forehead in a mix of sweat and rain drops, he reaches around his vest, pulling out a small canteen of water and handing it to you, you take it, chugging its contents before gasping for a breath.

“I’d never betray my team”

“You already did”

His words shoot through your heart, it was true in a sense, even if he wasn’t the enemy the first time, it didn’t take away from the fact that you had just fucked him in a dirty old house while he was hunting you and your team.

“Go”

You furrow your brows at him, “What?”

“Leave before I change my mind, if I catch you again it won’t end as well”

You take a moment to scan his face, he’s being sincere, you stand quickly, trying to catch your balance before sparing him a final glance and rushing through the door back into the rain, glancing down streets to try and find a way out.

“Deadeye do you copy” Ghosts voice echoes through your comms, pulling you back to reality.

“I copy”

“Jesus Christ, where are you?” His voice is laced in panic

“Coming LT” The lights of the Church stare back at you through the heavy down pour, lighting your path as you make your way to your team.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Sizes. (141+Alejandro x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, gang bang, rough sex, double penetration, pretty much porn without plot, read at your own risk

Fem!Reader

(Summary): 141 decides to have reader see who's dick is the biggest after a night of drinking.

A laugh leaves your lips as Gaz jokes with you. He’s been chatting you up for a while. A mission went a little south, everyone had been battered and bruised but everyone made it out alive. Which is the important part.

Price decided to let everyone have a couple days to themselves to heal and feel better, which meant everyone gathered up every bit of alcohol they could find and met in the lunch room to drink.

It had been a few hours and everyone was drunk. Glossy eyes, red cheeks. Lazy smiles. Everyone talked and laughed together. You and Gaz were listening in on a conversation Soap and Ghost were having, a debate. On which of them had the biggest dick.

You sent Gaz an awkward laugh. “What the hell are you two on about?” He interrupts their conversation. “We’re talking about who has the biggest dick. I think it’s me.” Soap crosses his arms. Gaz smirks. “Mmm. I think you’re wrong. I think it’s me.”

By now, everyone’s attention had been grasped. “Let’s make a bet then. Who has the biggest dick?”

“Yeah, but how are we going to know?”

"Uhhhhh. Y/N! Y/N can be the middle man, ah? How does that sound?" Soap says. “Um. Excuse me?” You laugh. Looking up from your drink.

"We wanna know who has the biggest dick between all of us." Your eyes widen. "Yeah. Me too.” Price says, walking toward the table. “Christ in heaven, you’re all just a bunch of teenage boys in adult male bodies.” You cover your face. “Come on Y/N. Help us out.” You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

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"Alright. So.. In order. I don't know, do you want details?" You ask. "Sure." Alejandro asks.

"Alright, Ghost won by a landslide. I'm just gonna say that now. As for the rest of you. Soap and Price have almost the exact same size, Price has a little more girth on Soap, but other than that.. Alejandro and Gaz are pretty close too, but where they lack in girth they pick up in length so. I don't know. All of you are 6 inches and above."

"Soft?" Gaz asks.

"There's a woman playing with our dicks, Gaz. Full confidence I'm above 6 with a semi." Soap laughs. You roll your eyes. "Anything else you need me for? Or can I go wash my eyes out with bleach?” You laugh. All eyes are on you, a break of awkward silence. “I’m gonna take that as a no.” You laugh awkwardly, pushing passed Soap.

"Wait." Soap grasps hold of your arm. "Need ya for one more thing." He smiles, pulling you back. Each of them moving toward you, forming a circle around you. "Uh.. What is going on?" You ask. "Trying to give you a couple more sins to wash off, señiorita." Alejandro smiles. "What?" You look completely confused.

Soap pulls you into him, breathing up against your ear. "We already know what we need to know. Just want to know, which of us can make you cum the hardest.” He breathes. “I-I” you blush. “Shhh. Relax sweetheart.” He chuckles. “You’re so tense.” He breathes out, nose brushing up against you cheek. “I.. I don’t think I understand.” You breath. He pushes you back up against the table behind you, lifting you up onto it. “We’ve talked about it. A lot.” Alejandro smiles, brushing his hand up your thigh. Soap still has his hands on you. They’re all staring at you like a pack of wolves, ready to devour their prey. “I just don’t think this is a good idea,” you try to stand up but Soap pushes you back. “Relax. Nothing to be nervous about.”

“Here.” Price passes you a cup. It’s full of some kind of liquor. “It’ll help.”

Your chest raises and falls, nervousness settling into your chest. All of their eyes are on you. You stare between the cup of liquor and them. This was their way of asking for consent. If you take the cup, they’re going to ruin you.

Who are you to ruin their fun?

You take it from his hand and tip back the entire cup of liquor in a few huge gulps, flinching. Each of them getting an evil grin on their lips.

Soap helps you undress, grasping the hem of your shirt and raising it up over your head. He watches the way you start to relax into his touch, the liquor you had helping ease up your nervousness. “Lay back.” He mumbles, you obey immediately, something he takes a liking to right away. He grasps your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down your legs, panties going down along with them. You’re completely exposed to them, and you can hear their bodies moving around, belts coming off, clothing moving against clothing as they undress themselves around you. “Gonna ruin you, Cariño.” Alejandro mumbles, he’d moved around the other side of the table, his face near your head. Gaz stood to your left, still undressing himself. Ghost to your right, Soap between your legs. The only person you didn’t see was Captain Price, maybe he’d changed his mind. Soap slides into you unexpectedly and a gasp leaves your lips, but gets muffled as Alejandro slides himself into your mouth. You moan around his shaft as Soap starts to hammer his hips into yours. Gaz moves toward you, lifting up your hand to place it on his cock. Ghost doing the same to your other side.

For a few minutes, the only thing you hear are moans and groans, coming from each of them. They’re so touch starved that even just small brushes against you have them groaning out. Ghosts head is tipped back as you move your hand fast against him, he’s holding his shirt up over his stomach, watching the way you pleased him. Gaz is doing the same on your other side. “Fuckin hell.” Soap gasps, holding your thighs up as he fucked his himself into you. “You’re dripping around me sweetheart. So perfect.” He gasps, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your clit as you squirmed around him.

Alejandro is still fucking himself into your mouth, you’re sucking back as hard as you can and his thighs are shaking, trying desperately to hold himself together. “Little slut is good at this ah?” He smirks. Hand moving down to cup your breast, giving it a small squeeze. “Getting me close already, you want me to fill this mouth?” He breathes. You moan around him and he smiles, gripping into the table. You could feel the table shaking violently underneath you at Soap’s hard thrusts. He’s fucking into you steadily, and you can feel your first orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach. You’re wrapped so tight around Soap, pulling him closer to the edge with each thrust he took. “Shit..” he moans out, eyes screwing shut. Alejandro is holding a death grip in your hair, holding your head steady as he fucks your throat. The back of your throat would be bruised from his assault, but the only thing you could seem to thing about was Soap, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You’re balancing on a tight rope, and right as you’re about to fall off, Soap moans out, sliding out of you and pumping his cock. Watching you be used like this has him about to cum already. He pumps his hand up his cock quickly, groaning out loud as he finishes up your stomach and chest. You’re whimpering around Alejandro, at the emptiness you feel. Desperate to feel it again. Gaz is quick to swap him places, sliding himself into your tight hole. You moan around Alejandro again, eyes rolling back as Gaz bottoms out immediately, hips snapping into yours. Soap leans down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. Alejandro’s hips halt and he holds you down on him, your skin turning red as your air was cut off. He finishes down your throat, cock throbbing hard and you swallow it down quickly. A gasp leaving your lips as he pulls out of your mouth.

You’re panting, taking in breaths like the air is limited. He leans down, looking down to see Gaz fucking you. You’ve still got a tight grip on Ghosts dick, pumping him hard and fast as you’re getting filled. You try not to move too quickly, keeping your hand at a steady pace, Ghost can’t help but admire how you pace yourself even under this amount of pressure. He smiles down at you. “Fuck she’s tight.” Gaz laughs. Tilting his head back. “Yeah she is.” Soap whimpers, smiling against your skin. His lips have attacked you, leaving love bites all over your chest, sucking at your nipple until you squirmed. Alejandro is still watching Gaz fuck into you, lips near your ear as he mumbles into your ear. How good of a girl you are, letting them fuck you like this. Use you like the toy you are.

“I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, and they smile at your sudden outburst. Soap leans down, rubbing his fingers fast over your sensitive nub until you’re crying out, orgasm hitting you like a massive tidal wave. A cry leaves your lips, drawing laughs out of each of them. “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock like that. Throbbing so hard around me.” Gaz gasps. Ghost swaps Alejandro, sliding his dick into your mouth. You were nervous for when he was going to fuck you. He was massive and he’d stretch you more than anyone else. Your lips were being stretched, you could feel them splitting and cracking around the sheer size of him. He fucked himself into your throat and kept you focused on him. Ghost plays with your other breast, Soap still assaulting your other with his lips. He pinches your nipple hard, pulling a cry from your lips, smiling as it gets muffled around him. “Such a good girl.”

Your hand is working up Soap and Alejandro’s shafts, moving at a steady pace. They’re both so sensitive but enjoying the overstimulation from you. You’re covered in cum and Lube, hands had been drenched at some point. Their cocks were slick with it as you pumped them fast, squeezing with the perfect amount of tightness. Dog tags and belts rattled throughout the room. Dangling in front of you. The light was bright, dizzy from being drunk, eyes watery and blurry from being fucked so good. Gaz slides out of you, hand working the same as Soap had, until he finishes on your chest with a groan. Letting himself go. He backs away and disappears from the table, but you don’t notice. Ghost still filling your mouth full, pushing you to your limits. Alejandro is next, hands gliding up your thighs. Your pussy is pink from getting fucked, throbbing and dripping and he smiles, grasping his cock in his hand. He lines himself up with your entrance, tip pushing your folds apart as he slides in. “Fuck.. she is tight.” He growls. Saving no time to fuck himself into you. He holds your thighs with his arms, squeezing them maybe a little too hard as he pounds into you. You moan around Ghost, hand still stroking Soap. “Fucking hell you are sweet.” Ghost groans. “So fucking.. perfect, such a filthy mess.” He gasps out.

Alejandro feels a little pathetic. Maybe it’s how sensitive you’ve made him, but his high is approaching quickly. He tries to slow his hips, your free hand clutches the table in a death grip, and your hips lurch into Alejandro. “Gonna cum again sweetheart?” He smirks. Ghost keeps your mouth full, but your body shakes violently as Alejandro fucks you. “Fuck.. your tightening around me has me so close.” Alejandro groans out, pulling out of you, and just like the others, finishing in your chest, groaning out, hand getting covered in his own cum. Ghost slides himself from your mouth, Soap switching him places. You hear his heavy footsteps moving to your feet and you pant heavily. Your raise yourself up onto your elbows, watching him pump his cock, moving to your entrance. “Shhh. Relax.” Soap mumbles into your ear. “You can take it sweetheart. Promise.” He kisses your cheek, kissing your jawline and down your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there. You feel the tip of ghosts cock start to stretch you and you gasp out, a cry leaving your lips. “Ah, I can’t- I can’t take it!” You cry. “Shhh.. Relax.” Soap tries to soothe you, running his hand over your hair. “You can. You can take it, and you will. Just relax.” Ghost pushes deeper and you lay flat on the table, clutching at the sides. Tears filling your eyes as he filled you. You were fucked out and overstimulated. There wasn’t an inch of your body that wasn’t covered in sweat or cum. Your hair was damp with sweat, face beat red.

Soap could see the small blood vessels broken in your cheeks, little red spider lines covering them. Lips were split and slightly bloodied from being stretched. You were covered in love bites from him, all over your neck and chest. It was a sight for sore eyes. When Ghost bottoms out, he tears a cry from your throat, tears streaming steadily down your cheeks. “Yeah that’s a good girl, take him.” Soap mumbles into your ear. “Watch sweetheart.” He helps you prop yourself back up. “Watch him fuck you.” Soap reaches down across your chest, fingers pressing against your clit.

You’re unsure where Gaz and Alejandro have gone, probably to clean up and call it a night. You still seen no sign of Captain Price.

Soap rubs fast circles against your clit, Ghost hammering his hips into yours. “Such a pretty girl sweetheart.” Soap whispers into your ear, reassuring you and egging you on to take it further.

“So fucking tight.” Ghost groans out. Voice deep as he does. Your eyes stare down to where Ghosts massive cock disappears into you and you’re silent, body shaking each time he thrusts his hips into you. You’re right on the edge again and he can feel it by the way your push clenches tight around him, milking his cock. His eyes stare into yours, and you watch him stare at you, you can tell there’s an evil smile on his lips by the way his eyes are. “Those are some dangerous looks you’re giving me, princess.” Ghost laughs. “Looks like you wanna devour me.” You don’t say anything, don’t even move. Your eyes fixated on him as he pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm. Soap draws his hand back, but you stop him. “Damn.” He laughs nervously. “She’s really into this. Look at her.” Ghost chuckles. Your eyes screw shut. “Goddamn!” He yelps, eyes widening. You reach another orgasm, tightening and throbbing around Ghost. A mewl leaves your lips and Ghosts eyes roll back. Once he’s ridden our your high, you’re squirming from Soap rubbing at your clit. “Gotta stop, she’s gonna make me cum already.”

“Captain, you ready?” Soap pulls his hand away from you, and you whimper at the loss, Soap smiling. He returns himself, seeing Price tip back the rest of his whiskey, putting out his cigar.

He starts to undress himself and Soap returns his hand, rubbing fast circles on your clit again. “Can feel you throbbing around me. Gonna cum again, already?” Ghost looks down at you. You nod your head, cheeks still stained with tears. Your eyes roll back, resting your head on Soaps chest since he was bent down near you. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.” Soap smiles. A gasp leaves your lips and you take in another breath.

Ghost slides out of you after he’s ridden out your second orgasm, looking forward to the way you’ll have a 3rd around him. “Lay on your stomach.” Ghost says, grasping your arm. You do it immediately.

Soap passes Ghost the bottle of lube they’d gotten for this. He squeezes the bottle, getting maybe a little too much on his hand as he circles his finger over your puckering hole. “Relax.” Ghost says. You take a deep breath, looking to the side as he slides his finger into you. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, you hadn’t felt it before. You moan out as he draws his finger back, adding a second. You gasp out, clutching the table. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. “She’s ready, Captain.”

You hear heavy footsteps coming your way. “Can you stand sweetheart?” Price asks. Pulling you off of the table. Your knees buckle underneath you, and he laughs. He lifts you up, walking along with you until he reaches the chair in the corner of the room, set there in front of the large tv screen. Ghost sits down and Price helps you sit down onto him, straddling his hips, and he helps guide you back into him, a whimper leaving your lips. “I can’t take it-“ you shiver. “You can sweetheart.” Price smiles, slicking his cock up with lube. He’s standing behind you, Ghost is fucking his hips up into yours. “Just a little more sweetheart.” He reassured you, running his fingertips across your back to soothe you.

He presses his tip against your hole, your ass stretching out around him. Your body tremors as he pushes into you, crying out. When you finally feel his skin against your back, he’d slid in all of the way, your lips are parted, eyes glossed over. You’re in a different world of pleasure.

Ghost filling your pussy, Price filling your ass. You lift up on Ghost, testing the waters. Price slides back out of you, adding more Lube to slide easier.

You can’t focus. Can’t think straight. You’re panting, your skin is beat red. Your face is flushed and you can’t stop blushing. You straddle Ghosts hips and lower yourself onto him once again, feeling him stretch you out. “Fuckin’ hell you’re a minx.” Price breathes out from behind you, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel his cock brushing against your back. Ghost adjusted himself on the chair and you felt Price lining up with your ass again, leaning into the chair from behind you. You felt him slide into you, stretching you even further. The fullness you felt had your eyes watering. It hurt just a little bit as he stretched you out but the burn and feeling of fullness numbed you. You were fucked out already, unsure of how you could push your body to such limitations. You wanted them to use you just as they were, wanted to be a toy for them to use as they please. As they both began to thrust into you, you couldn’t keep quiet. Strings of moans and pleas left your lips like a poem. Price lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’ll be a good girl, yeah?” He bites his bottom lip. “Yes s-sir.” You can barely get it out. “That’s it.” He smirks. Ghost grasps a handful of your hair, pulling you up, his warm breath against your ear. “You’re our toy, ours to use and fuck as we please.” He growls. The way they stretched you, pushing against each part of you that you never knew could feel so good. “Just one more time sweetheart. Cum for us one more time.” Price mumbles.

“I can’t-“ you cry. “It’s too much!”

A deep chuckle comes from Price’s mouth. “You can sweetheart. Just one more.” He mumbles against your ear, moaning at the way you tightened around him. “Such a good girl, letting us fuck you like this. We’re going to give it to you sweetheart, gonna make you cum so hard.” Price mumbles into your ear. Ghost has his head tilted back, resting on the couch. Hands on your thighs. Price has a tight grip on your hips. Steady thrusts into you as ghosts thrusts up into you. The both of them overstimulating you. “So tight around me again. You’re close hm?” Ghost runs a hand through your hair. “Cum on my cock, you can do it.”

A sob tears it’s way out of your throat when you reach another orgasm, body shaking violently when you do. Your knees give out, but Ghost holds you up, still fucking himself into you. You’re crying, tears streaming from your eyes again. Body shaking with sobs, so overstimulated you felt like you were going to explode. “S’okay sweetheart. Do you want us to stop?” Price moves your hair from your faces. “No-“ you cry. Price smiles. “Such a good girl.” He mumbles, hips still hammering into yours. “We’re gonna fill you full sweetheart. Gonna fill this tight ass.” Price groans out. “Fuck- fuck I’m going to cum.” Ghost groans out. Hips thrusting up into you harder and faster, holding you up since you were too weak. When he finally cums, he moans out. You expected him to pull out but he doesn’t. He lowers you onto him, letting you rest your legs onto the couch as his cock throbs with each spurt of his cum that fills you until you’re dripping back out around his thick cock. The groan he lets out is sexy, your eyes rolling back as you hear it.

Price tilts his head back, cock twitching inside of you as he reaches his high too. Throbbing hard as he finishes, his cum doing the same. Spilling back out of you as he cums. He gives you a minute before he slides out of you, watching his cum spill back out of you. Ghost lifts you off of him. Price buttons his pants back up, lifting you up so that Ghost can clean himself up.

Price carries you back into your room. Your skin is flushed and abused. Pussy throbbing. You have bruises on your thighs and hips from their grips on you. Lips split and swollen. A sight for sore eyes. “Did such a good job for us dove.” Price mumbles.

“Such a good job.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this, I’ll be helping dig my grave for this later XD

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Stuck between a Ghost and a Mountain - König x Reader x Simon

I’ve been writing this in pieces over the course of 3 weeks now? So if it seems scattered that’s the reason lol. I loved writing this though, and I hope you all like reading it. 🩷

I hope you don’t mind me tagging you @yeyinde 🤭

Warnings: Fluff, super soft fluff that makes me wanna cry, Porn, lots of descriptive porn, some male x male but not really???, fem!reader, mostly fem x male, Mentions of weapons and violence, mention of ghost and his abusive childhood, Simon being a caretaker, explicit language, poly-relationship, so many words that I’m too lazy to actually find out, it’s long btw

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Okay, let me preface something. As much as I love the idea of König being this soft ‘UwU boy’, I don’t really see it. But!! That’s the beauty of writing your own spin on fictional characters, eh? I’m 100% going to write him as a soft shy boy in the future but for this specific post, I’m going to write my view of König.

If you’ve seen that GIF of him being selected in the operator screen: wide swagger, gun casually resting on his shoulder as he cockily points toward the screen. This is why I don’t think he’s shy. Socially awkward? Yeah, probably. But not shy. He’s loud, cocky, arrogant and filled with energy. He represses this energy around people he doesn’t know or really trust.

People he does trust though? It’s not uncommon to see him in the commons room, screaming at the TV in either victory or anger at his beloved football team. He held Austria’s win against Italy over Muselli’s head for days. He slaps his friends on the back in greeting and always has something to say.

Now then, too the HCs. >:)

These men??? Poly with you??? I admire you reader. A relationship with these men is the definition of “Mark me down as scared and horny.”

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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hii! i love ur fics!! can u write something about medical f/reader and her being scared of Ghost and can't look him in the eyes (he makes her really nervous and shy) and Ghost kinda find it amusing:))

an apple a day...

At first, Simon wasn't fazed by the rumors about the cute new head doctor on base; that is, until he realized the effect he had on you - and how fun was it to tease you with it.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Medic Reader

rbs greatly appreciated!

WC: 1,4K

a/n: hi anon! thank you for this ask, i had a lot of fun writing this <3 bear in mind i used the little medical knowledge from my brief pharmacist student era and i actually have no idea how medical regs work in the army so take these inaccuracies with a grain of salt lmao. thank you my love @chaoskrakenuwu for the beta read <333333

tags: profanity, pure fluff, medical innacuracies, female reader, Simon is a smug little shit.

Ghost was many things, but amongst it all, he silently took pride in being good at reading people.

At first, he didn’t know exactly why he was doing it, and later he’d come to realize it was an amusing game for him, oddly enough, considering Simon Riley was never a man to bask in mundane pleasures.

It started with the rumors around the base about the allegedly cute new head doctor. Simon had been around these men for long enough to grow used to their touch deprived selves thirsting over literally any woman that came close to their general vicinity, so at first the talk didn’t stir his curiosity - it almost never did; he didn’t like to gossip. This changed one morning when he woke up with a killer headache, and unwillingly made way to the infirmary to try and get some painkillers. Gingerly knocking on the door and waiting for the approval of whoever was on the other side - which came in the form of a meek ‘come in’ - he had completely forgotten about the rumors going around until he set foot in the room and instantly came across the new head doctor.

They didn’t do it justice. You weren’t cute, you were a fucking spectacle.

He blinked, seemingly expressionless behind the mask, but he embarrassingly had to admit he might have let his gaze wander more than usual as you looked up from the papers you were looking over, clearly confused as to why you heard your door open but not a word out of the person who came in, and, as you did so, he recognized all the emotions people felt whenever they looked at him for the first time: confusion, shock - be it by his sheer absurd size or the mask - and, lastly, intimidation. It wasn’t unusual, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother a very hidden part of him, the fact he was intimidating such a small and seemingly harmless woman such as yourself. He had half a mind to speak first, but you beat him to it.

“Oh, uh…Hello, er, Lieutenant Ghost? How can I help you?” You clearly fiddled with your fingers as you stared at him with wide eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. Simon was slightly annoyed you already knew who he was - the whispers about him on base weren’t exactly positive, and he wondered what you might have heard.

“Yeah. Got one fuckin’ headache, I need some meds.” He was aware of how much more coarse his already gruff voice sounded, courtesy of the annoying pain and the sour mood he was already in, and took notice of the way the sound of it made your eyes widen even more. Clearing your throat, you mumbled something in agreement, heading to a cabinet near your desk, and he couldn’t help but watch you like a hawk - entranced by how you looked with the clearly frantic tied up hair and the white lab coat moving in tandem with your body. You looked so small compared to him and the thought made him more satisfied than he’d like to admit.

Finally reaching the drawer you were looking for, you searched it around for a bit until grabbing a small blister with four duo colored pills, hastily making your way over to Ghost and handing him the medication. You gave some instruction on how he should take it - once every six hours, if the pain didn’t go away, but not more than three a day - but he barely registered it, too caught up on watching you from above. Deciding to end your torture, he looked over at the blister on his hand and raised it slightly as if it were a toast.

“Cheers. Thanks, doc.”

With that, he left, not going unnoticed how surprised you were at his cordialness.

After that, he unconsciously made a habit out of it, popping into your office for the stupidest of reasons and he wasn’t even sure why; he’d find himself gravitating towards the infirmary, like a lost dog, to the point you updated his file with the recently known information that he had constant headaches - he didn’t. Simon took some sort of sick pleasure from watching you squirm under his gaze, never able to keep his eye contact for long, even more so when you heard his voice, and things took an interesting turn when he realized you probably weren’t intimidated - but flustered instead. It clicked with him one day as he entered your office in casual clothes before heading to the gym and you thought you were being subtle about the way you ogled his arms in the tight black shirt he was wearing. As he was leaving, he subconsciously turned to grip the doorway above him - not by much - to bid you goodbye, and he couldn’t help but to smirk under the mask when your eyes widened and your face visibly reddened at the motion.

So, he decided to test his theory. That day, he didn’t even need to fake a headache to go see you, he actually had gotten injured when helping out with some maintenance, a moment of recklessness giving him a cut on his hand. If it were another circumstance, he would just have taken care of it himself, considering how desensitized he was to pain these days, but for once he had a good reason to bother you, so that’s exactly what he did. Even if his presence made you so shy, this time you couldn’t help but look at him with worry as he entered the infirmary.

“Ghost, you really have to look into those headaches of yours.”

“Not my head this time.”

He showed you the bleeding cut on his hand, and almost chuckled at the way your eyes widened and you got into professional mode, hastily walking around to gather materials he knew all too well - gauze, iodine, all fun stuff. Simon was used to the sting of stitches, but they rarely felt as gentle as you did it, the way he relished on how close you were while fixing his hand, a focused flash in your eyes, not helping his case one bit, even if it was slightly disappointed how all of your shy nature disappeared the moment you had to be professional. He could appreciate how good you were at what you did, though.

Too soon for his liking, you were done, going around mumbling about a specific anti-inflammatory you were going to give him while he admired the neat work on his hand. Still sitting on the infirmary bed, he watched as you realized where the medication was, which just so happened to be on the tallest shelf of the medication cabinet. You sighed, grumbling about the reckless nurse that always messed with the placement of the medications, too caught up in trying to stand on your tiptoes to reach it that you missed Ghost moving right behind you, noticing only when his torso was inches away from your back and he had one hand gingerly touching your waist, the way you shivered not going unnoticed. He indulged in the way you stilled, turning to look at him with a surprised expression, and he almost chuckled at how adorable your eyes looked when wide like that, but, instead, he only looked down at you for a few moments before effortlessly getting the medicine box from the shelf - which was almost at his eye level - and handing it to you, putting minimal distance between your bodies. Mumbling a small ‘thanks’ you averted your eyes from him, visibly gulping while you quickly found the blister inside the box and handed it to him. However, even after taking it from your hands, he made no move to leave, keeping his stare at you while tilting his head lightly to the side.

“Do I make you flustered, Doc?”

You blinked, processing his words before opening and closing your mouth like a fish and looking to the side, breaking eye contact.

“…Yes. I knew you were doing it on purpose…” You mumbled, embarrassed, and he finally chuckled, not a bit ashamed that you caught him red handed.

He was never so glad to be able to read people so well as that day, when he went back to his room leaving behind a bashfully grinning you and the promise to take you out on a real date whenever you’d be free.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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two is hardly a crowd

— john price x fem!reader

— warnings: explicit content minors dni (age gap, mxf, dirty talk) swearing, mention of death and injury

— a/n: i’m so in love with this man. oh my god.

“You wanted to see me, Captain?” You say through the door, knocking a few times.

“Come in.” He calls back, and you try to still your hand as it reaches for the doorknob. Every time he calls for you, you can’t predict what will happen. Some times he’s all work no play, giving you assignments like he does the rest of the 141 with a straight face and serious look in his eyes.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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As a Nurse, this hit right home 😭🤌🏼✨️

I Picture You (John Price X Medic!Reader)

Summary ~ John comes to your office after a rough mission.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Call Of Duty or any of its characters.

Word Count ~ 1.2k

Warnings ~ brief mention of injury, brief mention of death, fluff

Modern Warfare Masterlist

John Price Masterlist

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The room around you was bustling with medics running around taking care of the men and women who were being rushed into the infirmary, the noises of all the people blended together to sound like static in your head.

Your body was working solely on muscle memory as you moved around the room checking vitals and assessing patients, the only thing keeping you upright at this point was the four hours of sleep you had gotten before the influx of injured people had come in and an entire pot of coffee.

It wasn't unusual for you to be busy as one of the head medics on base, and it also wasn't unusual for you to get next to no sleep before working a shift.

You were used to it.

After checking up on another patient and changing the bandages on his arm you looked around and locked eyes with one of the other medics in the room.

“You think you guys can hold the fort down for a while?” You pulled the gloves off of your hand and balled them up inside of one another.

She nodded, “Of course, go get some rest, you need it.” she gave you a comforting smile

You tossed your gloves into the waste bin, “I'll just be in my office, so if you need me just come in and grab me.” You pointed toward the closed door on the far wall where your office was.

She assured you that you could go and get some rest and that they were fine, the words easing any worry you had about leaving your team.

So, you washed your hands up in a sink and made your way over to your office where you had a small cot for moments just like this.

As you walked into the office and pulled the door shut behind you the noises from the infirmary were muffled and nearly completely drown out by the door, the volume lowering to more of a background noise.

Your feet and back ached from standing for the last several hours so when you saw your cot you practically collapsed onto it.

The cot wasn't particularly comfortable but you didn't care, you rolled over onto your back and threw an arm over your eyes to block out the light in the room. A content sigh fell from your lips as you closed your eyes and waited to fall asleep.

You got maybe five minutes of silence in your office before a knock came from the door and caused you to sit up, “I'm comin’” you muttered as you hauled yourself up and walked toward the door.

The door squeaked quietly as you pulled it open and saw the familiar bearded man on the other side,

“Captain Price.” You greeted him formally since there were people within earshot.

He offered you a tired smile as you scanned his face, your eyes settling on the cut moving along his hairline, a dark bruise already forming underneath it.

“What happened?” You grabbed his arm and pulled him into the office while pulling the door shut behind you both.

John lingered by your desk as you walked behind it and pulled out a large first aid kit, “Got hit in the head.” He muttered.

“With what?” You looked up from your desk as you set the box down and pulled out a few things.

“Arse end of a gun.” He shrugged.

“We should go out to a bed so I can do a full workup on you, John,” You walk around the desk with a damp gauze pad, “You look like crap.”

He managed a dry laugh as you stepped up to him and guided him over to the cot you had been laying on moments ago.

“I feel like crap too.”

You watched him carefully as he sat down on the cot, one of his hands cradling his right side as he moved.

“John, what happened?” You lifted his chin so he was looking up at you as you began wiping at the cut on his head to clean it.

John stayed still while you worked silently to clean up the small cut. He remained quiet the entire time you worked, his eyes staring off behind you like he was in a daze of sorts.

You didn't force him to talk as you placed a small butterfly bandage over the cut, it wasn't deep enough to require actual stitches so for now you would settle for just a butterfly.

You smoothed down the edges of the bandage and stepped back, “You wanna talk about it?” your voice was quiet as you moved to sit down beside him on the cot.

His shoulders slumped as he shook his head, “Not right now.”

John turned to face you before leaning forward and wrapping his arms around you, he shifted your body so you were sitting in the middle of the cot and he pushed you to lay back while he wrapped his arms around your middle and dropped his head onto your stomach.

He settled with his body on top of yours, your legs resting on either side of him as he relaxed on top of you, “I’ll let ya check me over, just give me a few minutes.”

You moved your hands up to the back of his head and slowly scratched your fingers along his scalp, the motion making him melt into your touch.

“I was in here to take a nap, I've got at least an hour before anyone should need me.” You explained while continuing to scratch his head, “You can stay if you want.”

He nodded slowly and tightened his grip on your stomach so he could hold himself closer to you.

“How bad was it?” You asked, you knew if he was this inside his head the mission he had returned from must have been bad.

He exhaled slowly, “Civilians caught in a blast, too many dead.”

Your heart broke for him.

“I'm so sorry John.” You moved one of your hands down to his back and moved it along his clothed skin.

“I just needed somewhere quiet.” His thumb traced up and down along your side, “I needed to see you.”

“You know you're always welcome here, even if I'm not in the office the cot is always free.”

His back rose as he breathed slowly, “I needed this.” He squeezed you again to emphasize his point.

You closed your eyes and smoothed his hair down, “Get some sleep John, I'll stay here as long as I can.”

He didn't say anything else and kept his arms tight around your body.

He held you close to him as you both drifted off to sleep.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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what we do in the dark pt. ½

pairing || Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader

word count || 2.9k

summary || Simon helps you get rid of that post-mission adrenaline.

content || smut, p in v sex, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, kinda dom/sub dynamics, a hint of degradation (Simon calls you a whore but like,,, lovingly), fluff, established relationship, Simon is a thorough and attentive lover

a/n || choo choo bitches, I hopped on the simp train

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The first day back is always the hardest. Being home feels… wrong. Your body is so ready to relax, to simply exist somewhere safe and comfortable. Somewhere known. Every inch of your body longs for the soft cocoon of your bed, a bed that has barely been slept in since you got it all those years ago. Exhaustion pulls your skin so tight it feels unnatural. After six straight weeks of putting your body through hell, you deserve the few weeks of mandatory leave time and all of the pamperings it entails.

The only problem is that your mind won’t shut the hell up. Every neuron is still firing like you’re taking effective fire in the middle of enemy territory and desperately searching for a way out. The familiarity of the little apartment you share with your teammate turned best friend turned fuck buddy does little to ease the prickling at the back of your neck. It’s bare bones and devoid of any real personal touch, but it’s yours. You’re safe, you know that. You just can’t quite feel it yet.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Riding the unit 141 in the car? Owww how would that be? 😻

Just in case I’m over 18’!

Nhhfghfg this is so hot,, thank u for requesting this *mwah* i now sincerely want to write a fully-fledged fic of the price one omg NSFW Content Below! AFAB!Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You and Ghost share a few things in common; one of them being a short temper. You're bickering back and forth in his car after a social gathering as you can't help but feel jealous over how some of the ladies interacted with him. He's attractive, you know this, but you can't help but be possessive.

Whilst it can be frustrating, sometimes a streak of overprotective jealousy can be like dousing gasoline into the fire that is Ghost's already present arousal.

You don't make it out of the car park lot of the restaurant before you decide to take him and slip your hand underneath the waistband of his trousers to get a fistful of his half-hard shaft. He coughs thickly in his lustful disbelief but shuffles out of his trousers to enable you better access.

Thank God for tinted windows

His fingers are be bruising on your skin. He always falls apart quickly when you take control; he can't help his stuttering hips, his seething, teeth-clenching groans, the flex of his jaw, or constrained whimpers when you suck purple marks into his neck.

"Who's cock is this?"

"Fuuuckin hell. All yours, love."

It's messy, lewd, and disgusting. His lap is wrecked with your shared fluids quite promptly after you start riding him with vigour. He'll meet you with the same force, and loves when you make him take a taste.

He'll cum inside of you and be in post-orgasm bliss when you yank your underwear back over your abused cunt.

His hands are shaky on the wheel when finally starts driving again, but he'll get you home quickly with a roaring engine for a second round so that he can properly ruin you.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny has an extremely high sex drive and responds very quickly and sensitively to your teasing touches of his thigh when he's trying to focus on driving.

The final straw will be when he watches you touch yourself. His knuckles are white from his tight grip on the wheel, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road. He'll moan with appreciation if you decide to reach over and stroke your wet fingers across his tongue and lips.

Johnny pulls over somewhere dark and private, like a quiet car park, or he might even pick the driveway of your shared house. He's too desperate to wait, and you know exactly what he wants when he pulls the seat adjustment lever and scoots backwards.

"C'mon then, hen. Have at it."

The sex is quick, and rough. Johnny guides you through most of the motions, bearing your weight so that your legs don't dig uncomfortably into the awkwardly placed buckles and hard bumpy parts of the car.

He's extremely vocal and praising.

"Steamin' Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve you."

He also verbally chants you toward your orgasm, trying his hardest to hold back on his own climax. When he's about to cum, he warns you and tries to stall your movements with heavy hands so that he doesn't end up spilling his load inside of you.

You ignore his warning in your lust-drunk haze, bouncing on him with wild fevour as you milk him dry. His pants and gasps of pleasure alongside the mixed heat of your exerted bodies have made the windows foggy.

You'll both stay linked when you're finished, in complete post-orgasmic euphoria.

John Price

John likes to take you on long drives, usually to take you to hiking routes, cross-country road trips, or, like tonight, to show you one of his favourite sunset views.

It's romantic and sensual. The car is parked, soft rock music plays on the mixtape he made for you, and you throw your bare feet over his lap. He massages your ankles and heels mindlessly as he pulls from his cigar.

The mood shifts when he stares at you, coyly, and offers you a drag. His expression is dark and heady when you exhale the foggy smoke in his direction, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

Daringly, you return his cigar and pull your panties off, slowly. He'll watch you the entire time and groan devilishly when you drop your underwear in his lap. You lean over and make out for a while, lavishing in the acrid, smokey taste on one another tongues.

Lots of heavy petting and mutual masturbation before you eventually ride him, unable to stay away from one another.

"Fuckin' succubus," he moans, still dragging from his cigar though nearly choking on the mouthful of smoke from the sheer bliss. It's slow and decadent, including lots of eye contact. "That's it, love. Just like that."

Ensures that even though this is one of the least intimate places to have sex that you achieve orgasm. You're tingly with shivers of pleasure pulsing from your cunt to your toes.

You're fucked out and exerted by the end of it. You're stuffed full of his cum, dozing in and out of sleep in the passenger seat when he drives you home.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

When it's too cold to smoke outside and you don't want to stink the house out, you and Gaz will sneak into his car for a hotboxing session.

Some strains of weed can make you sleepy, lazy, and hungry... but sometimes, especially when you're with Kyle, it makes you horny, sensitive and needy.

Gaz gently strokes his fingers over the delicate skin of your inner thigh when he cleans off the last of the burning roach. He'll only need to glance over at you with his half-lidded eyes for you to understand what he wants.

Your bones and limbs feel so heavy that you might melt through him when you're clamped on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. His arms encircle your waist and back, holding you close whilst you buck slowly on top of him.

You're unhurried and lazy with it; grinding down into him. He's far too high and blissful to thrust up into you and simply throws his head back into the car seat, eyes closed, mouth slack, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

"So fucking good. So wet. Shit."

Slow, languid, sloppy kisses. Breaking away only to moan or curse. The car is misty with smoke and sex. His hands are stroking all over you, your back, your stomach, your tits. He can't get enough of you.

Gaz begs and pleads to come inside of you.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Steady Girl

Captian John Price x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: this was a collective effort between myself and the legend that is @softpedropascal. She probably could've done a better job but this is my attempt. I had to use this GIF for...reasons. yes.... but yes, please enjoy my brain rot. Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: AFAB!reader, cockwarming, mentions of scissors (?), teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, hair, pet names, sir kink (if you squint), let me know if anything else

Summary: John loves when you help him trim his facial hair. And he loves what comes after as well.

You always loved John��s beard, his mutton chops, every single hair on his body. But what you loved most about it was when he asked for your help on trimming it up a bit. he loved it too. He loved being close to you and having you care for him in such an intimate way. He loved to capture you lips when you got close enough. He loved seeing the look of concentration on your face as you focused on making his beard look perfect (not that it didn’t already). He loved the fact you sat on his lap.

He loved all the possibilities that came along with the entire endeavour of you trimming his facial hair. His mind would run wild with the thoughts, and his cock would get hard under you.

Or in this case, inside you.

You were both showering together when he commented on needing his beard trimmed down, so when you got out you sat him down and got to work, not bothering with clothes and barely drying yourselves off.

John didn’t say anything when he slipped himself into you, making you gasp a little but moan at the delicious stretch of his size. He always stretched you out, no matter the amount of times he had fucked you senseless in every corner of the house you shared.

“Remember, not too much off” he said, his voice low, gruff and making your pussy clench around his cock. He let out a huff of a laugh and rested his hands on your thighs.

“I know” you said, trying to act a little bit cocky to give the impression his thick cock inside you wasn’t making your head spin. You shifted a little on his lap and whimpered at the shift, at the brush of his cock brush against your walls. Even without this or your attempt at seeming unfazed, he knew you were loosing it. You could never last with his dick dormant in your walls. You were always impatient when it came to him. You could barely concentrate on what you were doing, your hands trembling.

“Steady, girl” he muttered. His hot breath felt good against your water damp cheek. And the lowness of his voice made you clench again and almost start bouncing on his lap. He wouldn’t have cared, but he was in a teasing mood. And he was relentless at it. “Keep your focus, yeah? Don’t want to cut off too much, do you?”

“N-No. I’m sorry. Just feels so good” you tried to blink away the oncoming daze that was threatening to cloud your mind, but your head still spun and his cock still throbbed indie you. Fuck it felt so good. You could feel every pump of blood keeping it hard, and every protruding vein adding slight pressure against your slick walls. No doubt he was soaked. Not just from the shower, but from the amount of juices that had flooded out of your pussy from simply feeling him inside you.

He hadn’t even touched you, let alone fucked you. And you were loosing it. Loosing your mind and will as a normal human being. You’d happily give yourself to pleasure and corrupt your mind if it meant being fucked dumb by the one and only Captain John Price. And he knew this all too well. Seeing as he was in a teasing mood, he liked to play on this.

“I bet it does” his hands stroked up and down your things, sending shivers down your spine. Your teeth dug back into your bottom lip, a lot harder this time. You were trying to restrain the ungodly and pathetic moans, whimpers and begs that were bubbling on the surface of your throat. “I know you love my fat cock inside your little pussy” he grabbed your thighs and began slowly rocking you back and forth.

“Yes” you panted. Your head rolled back and let out a soft whimper. God he felt so good. Even the slightest and softest movements had that coil building inside your stomach. It had your blood burning and heart thrumming against your chest. The Captain slapped your left thigh. Not too hard, but hard enough to get your attention. And for you to jolt. Jump a little on his dick. A minute thrust that nearly pushed you over the edge. Very nearly.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You’ve still got my left side to do” John’s big, rough skinned hand soothed over the point at which he slapped the skin. The sting was a little harsher because of the added layer of water remaining there but his gentle touch was a beautiful contrast.

You managed to lift your head and meet his gaze. Staring into the beautiful blue eyes. Slightly clouded like a beautiful storm over a raging sea. It was a look you knew well. He was just as turned on as you were. He was also trying his hearest not to chuck those scissors to the side and fuck you until you couldn’t remember anything but his name. Captain John Price.

You swallowed and nodded and carefully turned his head a little so you could start on his left side. But you didn’t have the strength to do it as precisely as the other side. Maybe you would’ve if he hand slid a hand up your body and was now playing with your already hard nipple.

“John…my hands…” your tried to get out your words but he didn’t seem to care about your pleas. “They’re shaking” John turned his head a little and pressed a hot kiss to your palm.

“That’s not shaking, love” his voice was lower now, almost a warning “finish up and do a good job and I’ll show you what it looks like when you shake” oh, it was a warning. A promise.

You couldn’t help but moan. Your pussy practically strangling his cock at this point. John let out a low grumble of a moan and dropped his hand back down to your thigh, squeezing them in his hand and slapped them again. Both of them this time. You whined and bucked your hips against him. He slapped your thighs again “you deaf?” He questioned.

“N-No. I’m sorry…sir” with shaky hands, you went back to trying to trim up his mutton chops. You knew it wasn’t going to be your best work. This is how it usually went. You’d do one side perfectly, but then he would tease you, turn you on until you were on the verge of tears and wouldn’t fuck you until you had finished. And then when you were fucked out and barely conscious on wherever it was he fucked you, he would fix it up himself.

That was what was going to happen here.

But he was satisfied when he heard the satisfying slice of the scissors through his hair. He could feel you hand on his cheek, keeping his head to the side. Either to get better access to his facial hair, or to stop his raging sea gaze for burning into your eyes.

His hands were still at play though. And he was getting bolder. His hands slid to your inner thighs, dragging his finger tips dangerously close to your throbbing core. To your clit that had been brushing up against the curls of the course hair there the whole time. You needed him to touch you there. And the Captain knew that.

“John…please” you begged, grinding yourself onto him.

“No no, love. You need to focus. And I know you can’t focus when I’m touching your cute little clit” you only whined more at that.

“But I can’t focus when you’re not touching me!”

Oh, he liked that. He liked the desperation in your voice. He liked the way you tried your hardest to bounce on his cock. But his hands were pushing down on your thighs preventing you from getting very far.

“Keep going” he told you “you’re nearly finished. And then I’ll give you what we both want”

You let out a frustrated groan and tried to speed up your trimming, your hands still shaking, your head still spinning, your core still aching and his fucking cock still throbbing. How was he not loosing his mind as much as you?

Evidently, by the storm in his eyes, he was losing his mind as much as you. Maybe just a little more. Just a little. But John was very very good a hiding his emotions. Even when he was turned on. He always remained in complete control of himself. And you.

“Easy, girl” he caught your wrist and turned his head to look at you. The raging seas in his eyes mirrored that of the flood between her legs.

“I’m done…I’ve finished” you panted as you dropped the scissors to the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself further against him. Chest to chest. Just the way he liked it.

He moved one hand to your hip and the other he ran over his freshly trimmed mutton chops. He grunted a little. “It’ll do” he muttered. He grabbed your ass and lifted you up. John got to his feet, cock still hard inside you and carried you out to the bedroom. He put you on the bed, back flat against the sheets as he kneeled between your legs.

“You did a good job, sweetheart. And I did promise I’d give you what you wanted. What we both wanted” he pulled your thighs up over his, pushing his cock somehow further into you. “Now, I’m going to make you shake. Make you tremble. Make a fucking mess of you until you can’t remember anything but my name”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“And what is my name, beautiful?”

“Captain John Price!” You all but screamed it out. A trigger word for him drilling himself into you. “Thank you! Thank you Captain!”

“Thank you, beautiful. Thank you for having such a perfectly little pussy. So fuckin’ wet. So fuckin’ hot. So. Fucking. Tight” he punctuated the last three words with hard and powerful thrusts.

God, you were gone. You mind completely blank. The pleasure numbing your brain, body and fucking soul. “That’s it. Let yourself go fuckin’ stupid for me. Let me have all of this pussy”

“All yours” you managed to moan. You didn’t know if you were making coherent words or if it was just a mumbled mess of pleasure. He seemed to know what you were talking about though.

“Good girl” he pressed one hand to your pelvis and rubbed his thumb over your clit. That sent you to a whole new layer of pleasure. Of heaven.

You could only see pleasure. You could only see white. You could only see…him.

“John…please….’m close”

“I know sweetheart. Let go. Come for me” his thumb was furiously rubbing your clit and his dick was throbbing so much your thought it was going to explode. You were nearly in tears. Or perhaps you were. Your skin was burning that you thought any tears you shed would’ve evaporated.

You reached your hand down and grabbed at his wrist as you came. Your juices spilling out all over his cock and pelvis. You soaked him. He loved it. You babbled out a mess of his name, ‘feels good’ and ‘coming!’. It pulled him close. So so close. Teetering on that edge. Just one more little thing and it would be over.

You swallowed thickly. “Come for me, John” your voice was quiet, hoarse and laced with pure, burning pleasure. For him. All for him.

“Oh fuck-“ his voice faltered and his hips stuttered as he managed to pull out in time to spill himself all over your heaving chest. Hot, thick ropes of his come painted the canvas that was yourself. A perfect masterpiece in his opinion. If he could, he would frame it and put it in front of his bed. In front so he could get himself off while staring at it.

John stroked himself until he was completely spent. The pleasure still twitching through his body. As it was yours, although for you it was like being drowned. Drowned in pure ecstasy.

With heavy eyes, he raked up your body. Your fucked out face was a perfect picture. “Perfect” he felt the need to tell you that. Even though you could comprehend nothing. You whined and tried to roll over, probably to get up. “Steady, girl” he said again. Slight humour in his voice. “Give me a minuet and I’ll help you”

“W-with what?” You panted.

“Well, we’re going to need another shower” he crawled over you and pressed a long and seeing kiss to your parted lips. You made no attempt at trying to kiss him back. When he pulled back you managed to open your eyes to meet his. The storm starting to pass, but something else was brewing. A tranquil oasis. love. “And you need to finish my left side”

5/1/23

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Phone operator

Captain John Price x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: this man makes me feel things. i listen to too many audios and this came out of my brain because of it. But tell me you wouldn't want to do this to the big sexy bear of a captain that is John Price? Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: AFAB!reader, porn without plot, guided masturbation (m.reciving), breeding kink, daddy kink, British spellings, mention of naked photo, slight sub!price, Captain but erotically, phone sex

Summary: John is stressed about an evening dinner being thrown for him as the rest of the 141. His girl back home has the perfect way of getting him relaxed.

“Hey John, you okay?”

John’s heart swelled and his shoulders sunk a bit at her voice down the phone. He had missed it. It had only been two days and he had gone for much longer but he needed to hear her again.

“No. I’m not okay. I don’t want to go to this fuckin’ dinner tonight” he sat on the bed in a slump at the thought of having to socialise with stuck up board members and high ranking officers.

“You sound like a child. Besides the guys will be there with you. It’s not like you’re going in alone”

“They’re going to be no help. Probably going to get shitfaced and embarrass the lot of us”

“John. That doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”

John let out a sigh and rubbed over his face “I’m sorry I just…I really miss you and I’m so fuckin’ frustrated about tonight. I just wish you were here to come with me”

“I wish I was there too. But I wouldn’t have been much use. You know I hate social events like that”

“At least then I could use that as an excuse not to go. Then I would get to spend the night with you”

“Oh? And what would that night include, Captain?”

“I think you know” he let out a long sigh “fuck, wish you were here. I fuckin’ need you, love. Need to feel you. To fuck you”

She hummed and giggled a little “I can tell you what I would do if I was there. If that would help”

“Yes. Yes it would help a lot” he could feel himself getting hard just from the thought of her whispering dirty little things down the phone to him.

“How about then, seeming as you’re so frustrated and pent up, I instruct you on how to make yourself feel good. Just like if I were there. How does that sound?”

“Like…touching myself?”

“Yes. If you want to. I just want to help you feel good, Captain”

He huffed a little “okay. Go for it”

She cleared her throat and let out a breath. “Okay. I need you to be completely naked and lay down on the bed for me. On your back”

Luckily he was only wearing a towel from the shower. It didn’t take much for him to remove it, drop it to the floor and lay down on the bed. “I’m laying down” he told her.

“Put me on speaker and put the phone by your head on the pillow. You’re going to need both hands�� he did as she told him and was now laying flat with his hands by his side. Completely exposed to the room. It felt…hot.

He felt incredibly sexy laying there with her telling him what to do. But he felt a little strange at the fact she couldn’t see him.

“Now, slowly and slight stroke up and down your chest. Very very lightly. Barely even touching yourself” he swallowed thickly and let out a breath before trailing his touch fingertips over his chest. His chest hair was soft under the light touch and it made him feel tingly. He could imagine it being her. How her soft fingers roamed up and down his body. Making him shiver and making him harder with every touch.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Feels…really nice” he whispered. She hummed again.

“Now move one hand to your inner thigh. I know how you like it when I touch your thighs. How it makes your cock throb” he groaned at her words and the soft tone of her voice. He hated though how muffled it sounded through the phone. He would have to get her to do this when he got back.

John gently moved his hand down to his left inner thigh and gently stroked his skin. He let out an embarrassing whimper that made her laugh on the other end “good boy. Feels so good to touch yourself doesn’t it? Right where it feels good”

“Yeah…”

“Do you want to touch your cock for me? Is it hard? So hard that it hurts? I bet it’s the prettiest shade of red for me. The tip so swollen and desperate to be touched”

“Yes. Yes it is, (Y/N). I’m so fuckin’ hard for you. Want to touch it” he panted, his head rolling back against the pillows as he inched his hand closer and closer to his cock.

“Not just yet baby” she whispered, slight humour to her voice. She was enjoying his desperation clearly “just a little longer. Trust me. Good things come to those who wait, my love” he groaned again “switch hands. Touch your other thigh. And this time, play with those sensitive nipples for me. I know you love it when I touch them. That make you come so quickly and it makes you such a submissive ness for me”

John’s cock twitch at the thought of her kissing his nipples. She was right, they were sensitive. Embarrassingly so. A sure fire way to get him coming quickly when she wanted him too. She knew his body too well. It drove him mad that she wasn’t there to fuck him.

But he touch his nipples. His thighs shaking. “I love when you try to act all big and tough. Even though you know I’ll ruin you. My big strong Captain, nothing more than a needy submissive baby for me”

“Oh fuck” he swore quietly. He felt like he was coming. His head was spinning and a burning hot pleasure coursed through his body. He had to look down to check he hadn’t come yet. He hadn’t, but his cock was angry red and twitching. Hard against his stomach. A trail of pre come connecting his cock to his abdomen. “Want to come. Wanna touch myself baby. Please”

“Just a little more, Captain. Then I promise you can come as much as you like” her voice was low but sincere. He knew she wouldn’t be too cruel to him and deny him his pleasure. At least, he hoped she wouldn’t. “I just want you to lightly circle the tip. Get your fingers nice and wet with your come”

John move his fingers from his thighs to his aching cock. His fingers trembling a little as he ghosted them over his leaking cock head. He grunted and moaned when he allowed himself a touch. His fingers collecting the wetness there and stimulate his cock. “Fuck feels so good. So fucking wet and hard for you”

“I bet it is” she said “bet your balls are nice and heavy with come aren’t they?”

He moved his hand from his nipples and cupped his balls. They were heavy and tender. He almost shot his load when his hand made contact. “Yeah. So full…”

“I bet it would feel good to let it all out wouldn’t it? To come all over yourself. Make a mess of that perfect fucking body of yourself” he bit down harshly on his bottom lip to try and suppress the pathetic moans and whimpers trying to get out. “Would feel so good if you came inside me. Shooting all that hot come inside me. Breeding my pussy. Making me a mummy. And you a daddy”

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Stop talking like that! Gonna make me come before I’ve even touch myself properly!” She laughed again. Her voice was hot and full of teasing. She could keep him on the edge all day and would once even need to touch him with a voice like that.

“But that’s what you want isn’t it? To fill my pussy with your come?”

“Yes! Yeah I want it! Fuck want to make you a mummy! See you get all nice and round with my baby! Fuck your pregnant pussy! Fuck all my come into you!”

“Touch yourself. Come for me John” he wrapped his hand round his cock and pumped it like there was no tomorrow. He didn’t care about holding back his noises anymore. He just wanted to come. “Think of my pussy. Think of how good it would look dripping with you come. I wouldn’t be able to hold all of it in my pussy. You’d have to push some in my arse. Or my mouth. Use me as your personal cumdump. That sound good?”

“Fuck!” He bellowed “I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get back! You’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you! You’ll take it all! All of it into every one of your perfect holes!”

“I’ll be waiting for it” she whispered. He could almost feel her breath on his ear. “You’ll be such a great daddy. You already are to me. My big strong Captain daddy. And all his delicious come..” she seemed to swoon of the other other of the phone. He wondered if she was also touching herself. But he didn’t have the capacity to for the words to ask. All he could do was moan, groan and grunt out her name.

“Come for me daddy” she whined “come for me. Breed me!”

He let out a loud swear as he came and came. Fuck he couldn’t stop coming. Shooting it out in thick ropes all over his chest. “Fuck. (Y/N)! I can’t-“ he panted and whined as his head fell to the bed “can’t stop”

“Don’t. Don’t stop, hunny. Keep coming ‘til you can’t anymore. Let it all go” he kept pumping his shaft, moaning and grunting as he did. His hips bucking up into his hand and his thighs shaking at the overstimulation. But it felt too good to stop. But soon he had milked himself dry and hand to pull his hand away before he passed out.

“That’s it” she soothed him. Her voice just above a whisper. “Just like that. Relax, hunny. Relax and feel all the pleasure lingering”

He couldn’t definitely feel it. That was for sure. He wouldn’t stop feeling it for a while. “You did so well. I told you good things come to those who wait” he could heard the smirk in her smug voice. An ‘I told you so’ look probably plastered all over her perfect face.

John let out one final long breath before he could speak again “I love you. You’re so good to me. Thank you. I really needed that”

“My pleasure. Well actually it was yours but your pleasure is my pleasure” he laughed a little. “Do you really feel better? Or are you just saying that?”

That was one thing that always baffled him about her. How quickly she could go from threatening to ruin him, to panicking over if she did it right. Her confidence always faded all too quickly.

“I feel so much better than I have in a while. Probably still be feeling it when I go to this dinner. Maybe it will make it more bearable. Speaking of, I should probably be getting ready. Might need another shower though now”

“Why can’t you just walk around covered in your own come?” She teased “you make me walk around covered in your come…”

“Minx” he muttered “I’ll just give myself a wipe down then. Compromise”

“Okay. But before you do, take a picture. I want to see the mess you made over your chest. So I can get off to it later. I’m already wet as it is”

“Do you need me to make you come?”

“Yes I do. But you haven’t got long ‘til the dinner so I’ll make do with staring at your fucking perfect come covered chest tonight. Maybe tomorrow it can be my turn?”

“Anything you want beautiful. And when I get back, I am going to fuckin’ ruin you” he promised that. She could hear the finality in his voice and it made her feel all fuzzy. She had definitely soaked her panties now.

“I’m counting on it. Until next time, Captain”

2/1/23

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relax

cw: implied sugar daddy!price, oral (m recieving), praise, slight dacryphilia if u squint, dom/sub undertones, mentions of alcohol/cigars, gender neutral reader, no gender specific pronouns/no use of yn, nicknames (pup, sweetheart, darling, love), swallowing

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the squeaking of your front door opening followed by the all too familiar sound of boots pulled you from your book. the living room was dim, just light enough to illuminate the words on the page and enough for you to make out the figure of john as he made his way to you. you dog-earred the page, closing the novel price had gifted you recently and setting it aside as he took a seat next to you with a soft sight, his arm immediately coming to rest over your shoulders. you instinctively snuggled up to him, breathing in the smell of whiskey and expensive cigars, along with the last few hints of his cologne. he dropped a kiss against the top of your head.

“how was your outing?” you hummed, tracing along the few scars littering his forearm. he must’ve gotten warm at the bar; his sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone.

“it was lovely,” he answered, “was nice to see everyone and catch up a little. did you know soap and his girl had a baby?”

you shook your head, sliding your fingers down his arm to interlock them with his.

“cutest little bugger,” he chuckled, using his free arm to tug you into his lap.

you settled yourself into his lap, straddling his legs and wiggling to get comfortable. he was quick to dig his fingers into your hips, holding you in place as he grunted.

“dont start something you dont want to finish, sweetheart.” he scolded playfully, sliding his rough hands under your shirt to rest against your warm skin.

you rolled your eyes, fingers toying with his tie. “i wasnt trying to start anything, but i’ll gladly finish it.”

“you missed me that much while i was gone?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, squeezing your sides as he pulled you closer.

“i always miss you.” you hummed, using your grip on his tie to tug him up as you leaned down to kiss him.

he groaned against your lips, wrapping his arms around your back to press you flush against him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, bringing the faint taste of top-shelf whiskey and cuban cigars with it, a taste you always welcomed. you ran your fingers through his hair, leaving it messy before pulling away to trail kisses down his neck. he leaned his head back against the couch, squeezing your hips as you kissed your way down his exposed chest, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs.

“sweetheart, you don’t-”

“i want to,” you interrupted, fingers deftly undoing his belt as he chuckled.

“you’re too good to me,” he hummed, cupping your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

“i’m just here for the money,” you teased, popping the button on his slacks.

“that’s cold,” he laughed, thumbing your bottom lip as you slowly tugged his zipper down.

you let him hook his thumb behind your bottom teeth, teasingly flicking your tongue over it and he groaned, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them as he leaned down to plant a hard kiss to your lips. you whined at his roughness, pouting as the kiss ended all too soon as he leaned back against the couch. you huffed softly, sitting back on your heels and grabbing the waistband of his pants and boxers.

“is that attitude i’m hearing?” he questioned, voice nearly dropping an octave in warning.

you quickly shook your head, fingers squeezing the waistband and tugging softly. “no.”

“no, what?”

“no, sir.”

“good pup.” john grunted, lifting his hips to let you tug his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock, your mouth practically watering at the sight of it hard and leaking pre-cum.

you leaned forward, dragging the flat of your tongue up the length of him before lapping up the bead of pre-cum with a satisfied hum. he let out a breath, sinking further back into the couch as he spread his legs, letting you crowd yourself as close as you could. you took him in your hand, giving him a few slow pumps before littering slow kisses all around him. his hips twitched with each kiss, leaning his head back against the couch with a small groan.

“pup…”

“‘m not teasin’,” you whined, “just wanna love on you; help you relax.”

price chuckled, practically melting into the cushions as you lapped at the head before enveloping him in your mouth. you felt his hand gently cup the back of your neck, thumb stroking lovingly as you rolled your tongue against him, pulling another grunt from his lips. you looked up at him, sinking a little further down before hollowing your cheeks to create some suction, pulling back off with an obscene pop. his hips twitched, fingers tightening just slightly around your neck and you practically purred.

“cmon, baby,” he grunted, tugging you a little closer and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“you’re needy tonight,” you hummed, focusing your attention on dragging your tongue over every inch of him.

his stomach tensed, breath hitching as he swallowed back a moan. “been thinkin’ of you all night.”

you grinned up at him, pumping your hand at a lazy pace and squeezing just slightly at the tip. “you missed me that much?” you teased, throwing his previous words back at him.

“you’re such a minx,” he chuckled, eyes lidded as you sank back down onto him, bobbing your head at a leisurely pace.

he was heavy on your tongue, the heady taste of him causing you to moan, the vibrations pleasant against him. his deep, breathy moans made you blink your eyes open, looking up at him to find him focused on you. you let him guide you, hand firm but gentle against your head.

“fuck, you’re doin’ so well, sweetheart,” he grunted, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your heated skin as you relaxed your throat, letting him sink in a little further.

tears sprung to your eyes as you fought back a gag, your free hand coming up to squeeze his pant leg and he shushed you softly.

“just relax, pup, you’re takin’ me so well,” he cooed, thumbing at your furrowed brow to get you to relax, “just like that, love.”

his praise sent a spark of heat down your spine and you whined, pulling back up to suck on the head of his cock before slowly sinking back down, swallowing around him when your nose just barely brushed against the neatly trimmed hair at the base. he groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch and you slowly bobbed your head, eyes fluttering shut. his noises of pleasure had your thighs tensing, and you knew you were embarrassingly wet just from listening to him. his moans were always gruff and deep, like he was trying to restrain himself and keep his composure.

the lewd sounds coming from your mouth had your cheeks warming in embarrassment, your fingers squeezing his pant leg just a little tighter as you gagged around him. he let out a strangled grunt, hand falling to cup the back of your neck again.

“fuck, you’re doin’ so well, love,” he moaned, “look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

you whined around him, tracing your tongue along the thick vein on the underside as you sucked just a little harder. your eyes rolled back as he involuntarily bucked his hips with a strangled grunt, squeezing the back of your neck.

“christ, sweetheart, you’re like a fucking succubus,” he breathed out, mesmerized at the sight of your lips around him, “fuck, i’m gonna cum,”

you moaned at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin, the slight tremor in his thighs only spurring you on. you pulled back to the tip, sucking gently as your hand pumped the rest of him before taking him completely once more. your throat constricted around him as you suppressed a gag, causing his hips to jerk, shoving himself further into your mouth with a shaky groan.

“fuck, just like that sweetheart, just like that, there you go. christ, ‘m gonna fucking cum,” he moaned, voice strained.

tears sprung to your eyes as you held yourself in place a little longer before returning to your previous rhythm, bobbing your head and suctioning as you pulled up. he bucked his hips in time with your movements, his breathing heavy and erratic. he held you in place as curses spilled from his lips, the warm, salty taste of him coating your tongue. you struggled to swallow around him, whining softly as he finally let up his grip. you pulled away, sucking in a deep breath and licking away the string of spit keeping you connected, panting softly.

he leaned forward, hooking his hands under your arms and pulling you up into his lap, crashing his lips against yours. you grunted in surprise, quickly cupping his face as you kissed back. he laid you back on the cushions, his lips never once leaving yours as he settled himself between your thighs. he pulled away to press quick kisses down your cheek, trailing them down your neck and chest, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“john-”

“sh, sweetheart, just let daddy return the favor, okay? be a good pup and spread your legs for me.”

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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playing the quiet game

Pairing: Price x f!Reader Rating: Explicit (18+) Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: Dominant/submissive dynamics, established relationship, implied kink pre-negotiation, a LOT of fingering (f!receiving), a lil Price angst Tagging: @dilfconisuer who I teased with this a while back, and fellow Price simps @yeyinde @guyfieriii @alittleposhtoad Author’s Notes: I shit you not, the clock struck midnight January 1st and fireworks started going off in the middle of writing the orgasm. Happy new year! Enjoy the smut.

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The world is soft and cozy as you come back into it, a little fuzzy from over-washing and dyed in the cool tones of early morning. You’re in that delicious place at the edge of sleep, mind swaying between dreams and reality, body languid and draped on your side across the bed. Touch is the first sense that comes back to you—a warm weight at your back, hips flush with your rear and legs bent along the contours of your own. You shift a little, to give yourself an excuse to settle against it.

“Mm,” John murmurs as he notices you stir, mouth against your neck, nuzzling you slowly with the wiry brush of his facial hair. The hum of his voice is low enough to vibrate between your shoulder blades.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Pairing - Price X Reader X Ghost

Summary - MI6 agent handler/ field agent

Warnings - Smut (18+) little CNC aka consensual non-consensual, Vouyerism, Language, alcohol, Age gap Price (45) reader (28) Ghost (38) Dom!Price, Dom!Ghost, public sex, Sir kink, praise kink, fingering, Hair pulling, Oral (M receiving), spanking, Anal, Price and Ghost having a little moment, Ghost being a little simp for reader and Price, HR nightmare in general 👀

A/N- So this is something I had on the back burner while I wrote the MC x Price fic that has turned into a beast! but wanted to get something out for you all it’s loosely related to “Between a rock and a hard place” hope you enjoy 💖

Tags @irnbru32 @yeyinde @guyfieriii

“This isn’t the way back to the hotel?” You weren’t entirely sure that was true but it felt as thought your weren’t heading into the city but more to the outback.

“I know it isn’t kid, doing a quick stop off…” - Price gave you a wink in the rear view mirror.

You sat in the back of the pick up, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, you had been on an eavesdrop mission gaining intel on El Sin Nombre. Trying to blend in you may have had one too many tequilas and were now feeling a bit tipsy you couldn’t sit still. Price had given you his jacket, you rubbed the collar to your cheek, the smell of cigar smoke and him filling your lungs gave you a chill but your insides were on fire.

Ghost placed his hand on your thigh giving it a squeeze. Fuck. Your cheeks flushed his hand felt heavy and rough his thumb rubbing back and forth. You glanced up at him chewing your lip. His eyes black and endless. Before you could stop yourself you placed your hand on his and guided it towards your cunt. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you pushed his fingers into you moving your wet underwear to the side. You let out a small gasp when he curled his two fingers up into you. You moved his hand in and out. He liked it either that or you were getting a slap for misbehaving… you didn’t mind either option. You started rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your clit on the rough heel of his palm.

“Here……we have been driving for 15 mins you really couldn’t wait? And you Ghost mate honestly how is she going to learn discipline if your letting her use your hand to finger herself?” - Price leaned over into the back and gripped your cheeks making your lips pucker. Ghost removed his hand, you let out a groan. Price pulled you forward into a kiss, you could taste the cigar he had had on his tongue, his moustache rough on your lips. When he pulled you head back you vision was foggy.

“Out the truck…” - Price said sitting back in the front. You nodded, looking out the window it was pitch black, you opened the door and realised you where parked on the edge of a field just in the tree line.

“Where the fuck are we?” - You walked round to the back of the truck, Price was opening the tailgate. Your eyes adjusted to the night sky, you turned and looked up in awe of the stars, no light pollution made them sparkle. Suddenly you felt like you were being watched. You were right. You turned round to Both Price and Ghost staring at you, before you could ask what? Price bounded over to you in two steps picking you up and placing you on the edge of the tailgate. Both men stood in front of you almost eye level. Ghost pulled his ski mask up so it rested on the bridge of his nose, he licked his lips and that was it you leaned into him planting your lips on his, placing an arm round both their necks to make sure you didn’t fall forward. Price kissed your jaw as you frenched your Lieutenant. You turned his head to bring him into the kiss, you felt him hesitating.

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Awesome that you’re taking price requests cause we definitely need more of those!!! Thank you for your service and writing!!

Request:

You’re drunk and your friends dare you to introduce yourself to captain price at a bar. You actually have a nice conversation end up dating and he shows you off and then he breeds you

Haha idk how that escalated quickly but yasss

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I've been facing some writer's block, nothing I've been writing has been sounding good 😫

So I apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations! 🧎‍♀️

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"Your beard looks amazing, it would look even better wet between my legs."

Maybe playing truth or dare with your best friend while alcohol was running through your veins wasn't such a good idea.

Your body went rigid in shock at the words leaving your mouth.

You didn't even greet the man.

You didn't say hello

You didn't ask for his name before the horny thoughts that were clouding your mind all night escaped at the first chance.

Drunk and horny wasn't a good combination.

"What the hell happened to buying someone dinner first?" Price chuckled before taking another sip of whiskey and glancing at you.

"I Ummm..." your train of thought had stopped as you looked into his amused eyes, and a small grin lingered on his lips. "I'll...eat you out for dinner???" your words slurred out, unsure of what you said sounded right.

"fuck. I meant to take you out for dinner.." you cursed. "Not eat you out." you laughed nervously as you looked at the male who couldn't contain his laughter.

"You're fucking pissed..." Price said with an amused tone. " Can't hold your liquor well can you?"

You shook your head no as a small blush dusted your cheeks.

"Dinner sounds nice but so does option two." Price teased.

"Who says we can't do both? I always have room for dessert" you teased back, liquor courage making a comeback inside of you.

"Big appetite?" Price asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Always" you responded with a small smile on your lips while batting your lashes at the older bearded man. His head tilted slightly to the side as his amused eyes never left your face, the smile on his face making you weak on your knees.

"You look like you bite off more than you can chew, young lady."

A playful pout formed on your lips at his words, "awfully rude thing to assume," You crossed your arms under your chest as you glared playfully at him. "Besides, I've been raised to lick my plate clean."

"A good little girl ain't ya?"

"Only when I want to be rewarded." flashing him an 'innocent' smile.

You see him digging through his pockets before pulling out a black marker, he held out his hand and which you reached over and placed your arm in. His calloused hands gently held your wrist as the cool ink of the marker traveled through your arm. You could smell the mix of whiskey and cigar smoke from being so close to him.

"Call me when you're not trollied," he said with a raspy voice, his eyes looking into your shining eyes.

"Trollied? I'm just a bit tipsy," you whined. You tried to lean closer to him but you underestimated the lack of control you had over your body. Before you knew it your face had planted into his chest. Price held onto your upper arms pushing you up.

"Just tipsy, huh?" he said mockingly.

You sent him the middle finger before you rested the side of your head against the bar countertop. You were looking at him while he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"...Harry?" you asked.

"Harry?" he asked back.

"I'm trying to guess your name...Henry?"

"Nope." he took another big gulp from his drink before giving you a clue. "First letter is J."

"James?"

"..."

"...Jack?"

"Fucking hell, do I look like a Jack to you? " he grunted, his eyes squinting at you.

"I'm trying, jeez...Jonathan?"

"You're getting closer, sweetheart."

You kept chanting the name Jonathan before your eyes widened and you looked at him with disgust.

"John? That's such a boring name," you muttered.

"Like your name is any better." he countered

"Best name that will ever leave your mouth" you argued.

"Is that so?" he asked with an eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on his lips.

"It is so, John," you said with emphasis on his name. "The name's y/n"

"Y/n? Only a muppet would have a name like that."

"Fuck you."

"I know you do sweetheart." he teased. "Too fucking drunk to remember your first words to me sweetheart?”"

"Yeah, but with a mouth like yours, the beard gonna stay dry" you taunted.

"Sounds like a challenge," he said while getting closer to your face, noses nearly touching. "Tomorrow night after dinner?"

"Tomorrow night after dinner." you recited his words in agreement.

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"You're dating the captain?" Gaz asked, bewildered that such a young fine woman would be dating his captain. The captain that he knew was a gruff, grumpy, and bearded old man. The exact man who had a harsh grip on your waist, fingernails plunging into the fabric of your sundress, and harshly pressing into your skin. His usually warm kind eyes, now cold and ruthless, picturing how he could make both of his sergeants suffer for having their eyes roam your body. You both have noticed how their eyes flicker between your eyes and the deep neckline of your dress exposing your cleavage to the young men.

"Why do you both sound so surprised?" Price asked. Standing right behind you, he leaned down and rested his face between your neck and shoulder. His mouth licked a stride of your skin, maintaining eye contact with his men. You let out a small whine at the feeling of his rough beard pricking at your skin, your body slightly squirming against his. "Don't believe your Captain still has his charm?"

"Stop teasing them." you scolded Price, slightly slapping at his chest and pushing him off of your body. You held out your hand, greeting both men formally and apologizing for your lover's behavior. "Well, I hope to see you both more often."

"Likewise bonnie."

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What was such an honest and somewhat innocent statement from Soap, was the final breaking point for the Captain. Having to constantly see younger males fawn over your beauty, their undeserving eyes devouring your body sometimes left Price self-conscious. It made him question his worth, but you were always ready on your knees to praise him and remind him how wonderful of a lover he is. At other times, it made him territorial, spewing commands and punishments onto you. You were always eager to comply with his commands, and his jealousy and anger were welcomed with your legs wide open, your wet cunt for his personal use. Your moans and whines were encouragement enough for him to know you were his alone.

But for Price to see his own men practically swooning over his lover awakened primal urges in John that were left dormant for far too long. Urges that had you face down onto the sheets with your ass in the air, juices running down your thighs, and a wet cunt milking the captain of his semen.

Rings of white at the base of his cock as you cummed around his length for the fourth time that night. His promises that he growled into your ear had you throbbing around his cock yet again.

"A cunt full of my seed..." Price mumbled against your neck, his fingers kneading the skin of your stomach. "You know what happens if I fuck my cum into your womb don't you darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"..b-baby." you cried out. Your back was now pressed against the mattress, Price mounted on top of you with his cock drilling into your gushing wet cunt.

"That's right, princess. You'll look so pretty with a round tummy." Price hissed. Your nails scratched at his back and your legs locked around his waist. "I'll make you a mommy, fuck a baby right into you."

"yes please, daddy." you sobbed. Your back arched as you felt another toe-curling orgasm creeping. "I want to be a mommy. Make me a mommy."

"Shhh..." John shushed, wiping off the tears rolling down your face. " I'll make you a mommy, no need to cry, sweetie."

Small chants of daddy spewed from your mouth as you felt yourself your love juices gush onto Price, absolutely soaking his pelvic region.

"Make you round with my child, your breasts engorged with milk for the baby," Price continued to thrust into you, his cock throbbing, eager to fill your welcoming cunt with his seed. "But you'll let daddy have a taste of your milk, right? Wouldn't want the baby to grow up greedy like his daddy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt his hot semen spew inside of you, bursts of cum launching deeper and deeper into your womb, Price's words of making you a mommy increasing in possibility. Your legs freed Price from temporary captivity, allowing him to lean back but not pull out just yet. He wanted to ensure his cum stayed inside, his cock merely a cork for your hole at the moment.

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For the rest of the week, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would hear you far more often than see you. Your moans of 'daddy' have nearly become background noises, but at night it only serves as a broken alarm keeping them all awake.

" I blame this shit on you" Gaz spat out, trying his best to ignore your begging moans of 'daddy please' through the walls.

"Steamin Jesus." Soap cursed, running and pulling at his mohawk in frustration. "I only called her bonnie, you were eyeing her tits."

Before Gaz could retaliate, Ghost's ruff voice cut through the room. "We are in this fucking bloody situation because you twits don't know to act around anything with tits and a cunt. "

Both men watched as their lieutenant stood up from the room and stated he was going out for a smoke.

"It's gonna be harder to ignore her tits if the Captain knocks her up."

"She'll be walking around with huge milkers."

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P.S.: Would anybody be interested in volunteering and providing feedback to a WIP? I've redone the fic about three times and I'm currently 2,000 words in now I feel like it's lacking something but I don't want to restart again. I just need to hear some feedback if it's good or not, I feel like it's what is causing my writer's block :(

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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YaY !! Can I make a request for Price and Ghost? How they flirt and how they confess to military!reader? Thanks xoxo

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope I did it justice! CW: mentions of blood/injury GN!Military!Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon instantly knew he was attracted to you when you were introduced to the team, and contrary to popular belief, he's actually not as shy as people think he is, he's simply very particular about who he chooses to speak to. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

If it was simply physical attraction, he'd probably ignore it and simply admire you from afar. However, he's impressed by your strength, prowess, and clear ability to hold your own.

He'll flirt with you subtly, but definitely purposefully.

He'll always make you cups of tea, compliment your performance during missions or training sessions, and quite unshyly check you out.

Knows he's big and uses it to his advantage. The intimidation he uses against hostiles also applies to his flirting tactics, but in a more flirtatious, dominating sense. Likes standing close to you to see how flustered you get when he towers over you. Will hold the top of a doorway when speaking with you to exasperate his height.

I still think he would convince himself not to act on his urges, so would keep it to flirting and leave it at that, leaving you feeling obviously very confused and frustrated by the mixed signals.

It would take a strong push for him to confess his feelings, simply because he's scared of getting too attached. But if he's being realistic, he was already past the point of no return from the second he met you.

It would take you being severely injured for him to be scared into realising that life is too short and lacks the promise of tomorrow far too frequently for him to avoid this any longer. He was only making himself more miserable.

"I swear to God, I get you out of this, love, you owe me a date."

You'd smile through the blood and the pain. "Took me nearly dying for you to ask me out?"

John Price

John has known you for a long time. You've only been coworkers, on and off bumping into one another and offering pleasant exchanges, nothing more.

He was attracted to you physically, and would always raise a brow when you walk past, but it never developed since he hadn't gotten the chance to know you.

When you started working closer together, your chemistry flowed almost perfectly. The flirting just happened naturally.

Think flirty jokes, subtle sexual hints, and underhand comments and questions to figure out whether you're single or not. He was also very physically affectionate with you, such as finding any excuse to touch your hand, shoulder, or curve of your back.

It got to the point where the flirty banter was blatantly obvious to everyone else, so much so that Gaz and Soap simply assumed you were already dating.

However, I don't think Price would ever necessarily aim to ask you out, I think the relationship would form naturally. The connection is already there, and it takes one night of ending up alone for things to spiral further than simple flirting, and you'd end up sharing a drunk kiss.

He doesn't want to make a fool of himself and doesn't want to ruin something before it's started. Will officially ask you out the next day, even though you're both nursing a killer hangover.

"Let's try this again, love, shall we? Proper, this time."

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ghostly-thorn · 1 year

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Hello Hello!

I was wondering if you could write for team force 141 and Valeria with a s/o who bites, it's not like a romantic thing it's just *nom* like sometimes it's a soft little bite, sometimes s/o bites hard enough for a mark to be left there for ages.

Thank you!!!

This idea made me giggle while writing about all their reactions. I hope you like it!

John “Captain” Price

He will wrap his arm around you on a plane ride. When you look at his arm, you won’t be able to hold back. You will bite this man like you never have.

The moment your teeth land on his skin he will jump. Stare at you very intensely and wait for you to finish.

When your done he will grab your arm back and bite it. Harsh.

The other members will just stare at the two of you and not even say a word. Just a “What the fuck” stare. Price will finally remove his teeth form your arm after you whimper and stare at him.

He will then look at the bite you left on him and chuckle.

“Your bite needs work.” Price says making you snap your head to him.

“What..?” You say now flustered and confused.

“You heard me dear.” He responds looking at you. “Try again.”

The members will be really concerned and slightly gross out by the display of biting. Price will literally put his arm out again for you to bite.

He is slightly concerned on why you bit him. Starts to wonder if your mad at him.

He will start getting use to it if you keep doing it more often.

Kyle “Gaz”Garrick

He will have you in his arms. Talking to Soap about something you can’t bother to listen.

The moment your teeth land on his arm he will let you go quickly and give a small Yelp.

Soap will laugh out of control at the sight of you hitting Gaz.

Gaz will stare at you slightly hurt, your bite was harsh and deep. Leaving a slight mark on his skin.

“The hell love.” Gaz says rubbing the bite. “Jesus I know I made you mad earlier but come on.”

“..Let me do it again.” You say reach for him arm. Making him move backwards from you. “Come on!”

He will shake his head and stare at you. Then walk away, like he will walk away backwards making sure he can still you.

When you’re all called to the briefing room hours later he will still have the bite. Ghost and Price will stare at it as Soap holds in his laughter and you play innocent.

He later finds out he has a thing for bitting and will ask you to do it more often throwing you off guard.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Like Price he will have his arm wrapped around you on a plane ride to a mission. He will be holding close not paying attention, and chatting away with the other men.

At first he won’t notice your bitting him until you Vite harder. The others will go silent as Soap turns to look at you very concerned.

“Plane anxiety?” Soap says making you stop and look at him. “No?”

“Sure.” You respond and bite him arm harder.

“Jesus!” Soap yells moving his arm away from you.

Gaz will be laughing his ass off. Ghost and Price will give you both a “what the fuck is my life stare.”

You leave a mark on his arm, a deep mark that others notice and point it out throughout the mission.

He will also wonder if your mad at him or just wanted to annoy him. Ghost will have to tell soap to focus multiple times throughout the mission making you giggle though the radio.

Price will have to tell you to not bite Soap anymore before missions since it confuses him.

Soap will later get you back, bitting your neck when your not looking after the mission.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost is standing by the corner with you as Price goes over the mission. He has his long sleeve gear on so it was impossible to bite him. You waited after the whole mission.

When you finally saw his arms display out for you. He will immediately stare at you. A “don’t even think about it.”

You will play it off as his fixing his mask after a shower and pull on his arm with all the strength you have and bite his arm hard. Like really hard that could possibly draw some blood.

Ghost will move away his arm and stare at you. A cold tense stare telling you’re in trouble.

“Explain.” He demands making the others look over. “Now.”

“Felt like it?” You respond slightly nervous.

“Felt like it?” He says now hovering over you. “My fucking turn.”

He will grab your arm and bite it. Shows no mercy in the process no matter how much you squirm to get away it won’t work. He will finally let go of you after he tastes blood.

The others are very concerned about your relationship with him. Especially Price who send both of you to see a medic.

When your heading to the medic he will stare at you. Wondering what was the real reason you bit him.

Valeria “El sin nombre” Garza

This woman will be tending to her business, but won’t be leaving you alone. She will be on a call and have you on her lap, her arms around you.

When you bite her she will give you a death stare. Making you bite harder, she will end the call and wait for you to finish.

“You finished?” Valeria says moving his arm away. “I told you I don’t like biting.”

“Never heard you say that.” You say now playing coy to her words.

She will push you off her lap and stare at the bite. Slightly chuckle and look at you in amusement.

She’s used to your biting, but not like the one you gave her. She will immediately ignore you and go back to her work.

After thirty minutes she’s done with the phone call. Valeria will stare at her arm seeing the bite. She will be pissed off, seeing how it’s marked deep into her skin.

She will call you to her office and show you the bite. Annoyed by your coy playing Valiera will pull your arm to you and bite you the most painful way you can imagine.

Then it will turn into a “who can bite the hardest and not give up.” Contest, she will win.

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