prices version of brat taming / punishment is literally just tying you up, cutting your clothes off calmly and sitting you nice and pretty on his cock as he holds a vibe to your clit. smokes a cigar while you’re squirming and cumming over and over, cock throbbing against your spasming walls with each o but he’s a man of restraint when he needs to be. maybe if you beg nice enough he’ll fuck you through your last few.

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

You didn't expect the strange situation you were in with your boyfriend and his teammates to progress further than it already had. Simon would send videos and images of you during sex to the men he trusted with his life, you got an ego boost from the desperate praise from said men. Everything was good.

And yet, one day when you were on your lunch break, waiting for your name to be called at the cafe, your phone dinged.

You were slightly confused, assuming it was Simon despite that he rarely messages you while he's on base.

But when you opened your phone, it was a group chat.

And not a new one, no. Because as you scrolled up, you saw videos of you that Simon had sent. And some familiar text messages from Simons teammates.

Your phone dinged again and you were at the bottom of the chat once more. Only to see an image of Johnnys hard dick.

"Christ, Soap. Do we all have to see that?" Price messaged.

"Couldn't help myself. Got excited to see that Bonnie lass finally got added after Simons been edging us for months about it" Johnny responded.

"Don't word it like that, Soap." Simon messaged.

The short conversation between the three heavily amused you. Making you giggle under your breath.

Once you returned to your office building with your treat from the cafe, you put the small paper bag on your desk before going to the bathroom.

You scoped out the place, making sure no one else was in there. Before you quickly unbuttoned your blouse and took a photo of the lace bra you had on. Suddenly thankful it was wash day for your favourite comfy bras.

Almost as soon as it was sent, a flood of messages from all four men came through. Clearly all salivating at the image.

That's how it went for a while, too. You'd started sending pictures of your tits, cunt, a few of your hand (or Simons) under your panties.

It definitely inflated your ego. And you now loved getting demands from the men. You should feel disgusted by them, but reading a text from Price saying "show cunt", with the following messages of his men agreeing and begging for it...Yeah you weren't disgusted. It only made you throb.

Your favourite was when they would send voice messages after one of your pretty photos. Grunts and the slick sound of their hand stroking themselves raw.

You've even gotten a video or two from Simon and Price of Kyle and Johnny sat next to each other as they tug each others cocks, staring at the video you'd just sent of you touching yourself.

And at the end of every week, after the last meeting of the day on base, Price would dismiss everyone but his favourite three. Switching the presentation to the more personal one. Where they go through all the images and videos you and Simon had sent during the week. More often than not, cocks in hand as Simon described how you tasted and felt like. How you sounded.

And if the boys had been good that week, they all got a pair of soaked panties to take home.

Adding you to the group chat was definitely the right idea.

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- Simon loves cockwarming, especially after long, exhausting days filled with paperwork and meetings. He’ll call you into his office, have you straddle his lap, and sink down onto him, keeping you nice and full while he occasionally presses kisses to your temple.

- His British accent always gets thicker when he’s fucking you or when you’ve got him in your mouth. The longer it goes on, the harder it is for him to string words together. When your lips are wrapped around him, and he’s gripping your hair, he sounds even filthier, deep, rough, and almost impossible to understand.

- When he’s away on missions, he sneaks a pair of your underwear or a tiny lace thong into his duffel bag. Late at night, when he finally gets a moment alone, he’ll wrap it around his fist while he strokes himself, holding onto the Polaroid photo of you he always keeps tucked inside his vest.

- Turn on’s: High heels. You in heels is enough to have his cock straining against his pants. And they stay on during sex. No negotiations. Your laugh. Not just the soft ones but the full, unrestrained laughter especially when it’s at one of his god-awful dad jokes. He’s getting a boner on the spot. The way you smell. Not just your perfume, but you. Fresh out of the shower, skin still damp and warm, he’s burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply before kissing down your spine.

- At first, during sex he starts out with a mix of praise and filthy words, his deep voice spilling the filthiest things into your ear. But once he loses himself in the pleasure of you, his words start to slur together, coming out in broken mumbles that barely make sense. Until he’s just grunting your name, completely wrecked.

- Size Kink? Absolutely. No matter your height or body type, you always look small compared to him, and he loves it. The way his hands completely engulf yours when he pins them down? The contrast of his broad frame over your smaller one? It drives him wild. He’ll groan at the sight of your fingers twitching beneath his as he holds them down, whispering, “So fuckin’ small under me, love— mine to ruin.”

- Loves when you’re vocal, Simon needs to hear you. The little gasps, the way you whimper his name. He craves it. When you two rented a secluded cabin one summer, he took full advantage. Had you screaming his name while he had his face buried between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved. He made sure to fuck you against the cabin wall later that night, just to hear it again.

- You in his clothes, there’s something about seeing you in his clothes that awakens something possessive inside him. Doesn’t matter if it’s his hoodie drowning your frame or one of his shirts hanging off your shoulders. His brain short-circuits every time. He’s even gone as far as hiding your clothes just so you’ll be forced to wear his. And if he catches you walking around in nothing but his t-shirt? Yeah, you’re not making it out of bed for the next hour.

- Loves shower sex, calls the water ‘free lube’, though after one particularly enthusiastic round ended with him slipping and nearly taking you down with him, you had to get grips for the shower floor. He grumbled about it at first, but you caught him checking them out approvingly the next time he pressed you up against the tiles.

We haven’t had bread for days… The war on Gaza continues, the blockade is suffocating us, and bakeries have completely shut down. The situation is beyond tragic—children, families, everyone is starving. We need every voice, every bit of support, every share to make the world hear our cry. Please don’t ignore our suffering.

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his glasses fog, pupils dilating beneath the thin prescription as he stares up through the mess of the haze. he struggles to breathe, pressing his nose between the sweet of your slick folds, breathing and gasping you in like some addiction.

his knees ache, pressed to the hardwood flooring of your kitchen. you’ve hoisted yourself up onto the counter, the arches of your feet settled up onto the ending curve of the marble. poor simon, he really thought you’d invited him over to study, and now he’s here.

his tongue licks sloppy, dousing you in the sticky of his spit, lathering you up under his tongue. he’s desperate, feral, messy in proving himself to you. he can barely pull the pretty, pink swollen bud of your clit into his mouth with his drunken state.

“doin’ so good, babe,” you egg him on, grinning when his cheeks flush further, pulling down onto his neck in a blotchy red. n the poor boy nods, pressing himself further between the open column between your legs. burying his head, grabbing at your thighs to lift you closer.

but his hand slips, lowering to press the heel of his hand against the angry bulge in his pants. his teeth nip, and grab and his eyes roll with the pressure to the locked up, leaking tip of his cock.

“go on, baby,” you breathe low, letting your head hang to watch him carefully. his glasses slip crooked, and his shoulder tenses, fingers fighting with the metal of his belt desperately. good god, he’s falling apart at the seams, and the way you arch and writhe, he just can’t take it…. “touch yourself, si.”

and he’s complying within seconds, gripping at the base of his cock and stroking. dear god, he’s pleading with your weeping pussy, getting himself off on the way you drip down his chin, the way your body begs for more.

his tongue runs messy, losing himself further and further to the point of an absolute drunken fight to let you hit that sweet euphoria. he didn’t even know what the fuck he was doing, letting his tongue play and experiment, and god you were so sweet and patient. letting him find his way, the rhythm your body liked. and soon you were alight, like a match thrown to gasoline.

he’s incorrigible when he comes home.

silk nightgown replaced by charred, pruning palms. breath hot on the shell of your ear. you croon with disapproval before he places his thumb on your tongue to snuff it out.

been working you slowly against his knee, given the cool slick that kisses your inner leg. bleary eyes register the clock first. an hour that wasn’t made by god reads on numbers that feel strangely foreign. the world is molasses. it boils where you’re forced to ride his thigh.

remembering is just as leisured. sleeping without him and waking cuffed in his embrace. the 2 month stretch with out him. the distinct smell of gunmetal you associate with his return burning below your nose.

“si…”

he grunts and slips his fingers in your cunt. you turn your head to the pillow, but he grabs your chin before you can muster a groan.

“don’t turn tha’ away from me. been without your voice for months. not wastin’ it in a pillow.”

you moan where his digits collect on your teeth. the stretch of three fingers beckons another. louder. he’s grinding against your ass.

despite it all, his heart murmurs without vigor. calm pulse while he raises yours. just as quiet when he’s crouched behind a sniper. taking aim.

taking what he wants.

you give it up quick with your orgasm. brings you to the shore of your own consciousness, enough you register his cock pushing into the sleeve of your cunt with little warning, and the burn that follows.

it lasts until you’re legs are stiff and spread against the sheets, hole filled with his spend and ribs collapsing with uneven breaths. he folds on top of you, snoring like a bear.

loves that your cunt can put him to sleep. likes to wake up to it, too.

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he can feel your stares. he's been in the military his whole life, ofc he's hyperaware of his surroundings. but he also knows why his lovely wife is gulping everytime his biceps flex, he tracks your cycle because ofc he does, how else will he know how to take care of you and your physical and emotional needs otherwise. knows you're ovulating and decides to be a lil shit about it. not his fault darling, he's just helping you around the house, it's just too hot for him to wear a shirt darling, (he loves the way you're so obsessed with his body). for someone who has been insecure of his scars his whole life your eyes and attention make him love them too.

and when you finally have enough of his teasing, he's matching your fervor. letting you take whatever you need, he, your husband, aims to please darling.

simon riley fucks you like he'll never see you again.

you're pinned top the mattress, thighs to chest, trying to hold onto the headboard that is absolutely denting your apartment’s walls. but it feels so good- his cock stretches your poor cunt so well and he's pounding into the spot that makes your brain go fuzzy.

you've come on his dick more times that you can think of at the moment, and he just keeps going. his mouth licking and biting around your ear so you can hear all of his growling and panting, “so good f'me, cunt squeezes me perfectly."

then he's at the junction of your neck and biting down- he has to leave something that can stay imprinted on your skin until he comes back. it's not like the hickeys he left on your chest, down your stomach, or between your thighs will do the job.

and just when you think he's about to come- and give you some rest until he picks you up and starts again- he flips both of you over as if you can do anything but grind your pounded pussy on his cock.

"aw, is it too much f'ya? can't handle a little dicking down?" and you almost believe that he'll take pity on you, and get you on your back, his hand reaches down to your abused clit and gives it a good pinch, "need help? tha's too bad aint it? yer not gettn' shit until you start riding like you mean it." 

You ever ovulate so hard that you have to step away from Tumblr because too many photos of Aaron Hotchner would make you spontaneously combust? Yeah, that’s me today.

EVERY TIME 😭

First of Many

Summary: John is hellbent on getting (and keeping) his sweet little spouse pregnant with his babies, if only you'll humor him.

Captain John Price x Spouse GN!Reader, 1.2k words

Era: N/A

TW: Breeding kink, mentions of AFAB genitalia and reproduction, eating out (brief), fucking til you can't, subtle manipulation from your loving husband.

If he wants a baby so bad, I'LL GIVE HIM ONE. TWO. TEN. Also only God knows how coherent this is because I wrote it 9 shots into a bottle of SoCo (right now), so.... @isavuu

Day 8 of my bastardized version of Russian Roulette Febuwhump/Kinktober for March that I'm affectionately calling Trinket's Cause of Death. It's basically 50/50 whump/kink where I generate a number corresponding to a prompt.

Day 8: Breeding kink with Price (kink, obvi)

It’s a poorly kept secret that John wants children. Not just one or two, but a whole brood of them. If he had his way, he would have an entire baseball team and more if only his spouse would side with him. They indulge the idea with soft ‘mhm’s and ‘that would be nice, John,’ but there’s still no firstborn to be spoken of and you are always sure to include the many cons of his few pros.

listen I don’t want kids but for this man…. I WOULD DO SNYTHING.

Thinking about Simon accidentally scaring the shit out of reader who has never seen him in his mask/gear

Simon has done everything he can to separate his home from his work. He can’t let you see the side of him that they call Ghost.

Just imagine calling Price daddy as a joke but it kinda backfires

Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!reader

Warnings: p in v, mdni, nsfw, condescending (slight), daddy kink

Price, who glared your way the second he heard you calling him daddy, shaking his head slightly but writing it off as a one time joke, while trying to ignore the twitching inside his pants. He is however quick to realize that it is not a one time event and has to take a deep breath as you walk around with a grin plastered on your face every time you use his now least favorite nickname. He isnt even that old.

Price, who walks around with a raging boner in his pants while on base, thinking about you moaning the word he dismays so much, while stuffing your pussy.

Price, who gets fed up and bends you over the counter after you use the nickname again. Grinding his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt after he pulled down your pants. His voice sounds gruff behind you.

sugardaddy!price who can't help but tease you in the changing rooms of your favorite stores. How can he resist when you're trying on that skimpy little dress? you're obviously tempting him.

a hand covers your mouth as he bends you over in front of the mirror, your ass pressed against his ever growing erection. "Just imagine it darling, if i fucked you right here? you'd have to be quiet so people wouldn't suspect anything.."

he leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear, drawing a needy whimper out of your throat. "But you're not very good at staying quiet now are you..?" his free hand runs down your side, slipping under the hem of that pretty little dress. with a smirk in the mirror he pulls the hem of your panties away from your thigh, only to let it snap back in place. your cries are muffled by his hand, this only makes him chuckle quietly.

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sugardaddy!price who eats you out like your his last fucking meal. this man eats for both your pleasure as well as his own. after a long day of spending his money and walking through store to store, it's only right that he spoils you even more.

price's face is buried between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs to hold them open. naughty little girl keeps trying to close them. while death by pussy would be a great way to go, who would be here to spoil you rotten?

your moans and whimpers echo through the bedroom, his own groans mixed right in with them, you tasted so fucking good. his tongue darts in and out of your cunt, flicking and sucking. your legs shake in his grasp, earning a loud groan from him.

just as your about to reach your peak, he pulls his face away, causing you to whine at the loss of his tongue on your pretty little clit. "aw, is my good little girl that desperate for my touch?" you nod which draws a small teasing chuckle from the man between your legs. "don't worry baby, i'm at your fuckin' mercy..." his tongue licks a strip up your cunt, he then pulls away to show you what a creamy mess one lick left on his tongue.

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sugardaddy!price who gets so fucking pussy drunk that he can't think straight. his masculine groans turn to pitiful whimpers and moans as your ride him. he'd give you the world if he could.

"please..please baby, just like that," he whimpers, his hands on your hips as he guides you up and down on his cock, his eyelids heavy, his stomach and thighs covered in your juices.

"you gonna get me that new purse now?" you tease as you begin to slow your pace, slowly sliding his cock in and out of your cunt. he can barely even speak he's so damn pussy drunk. all he can do is nod, "yes..baby i'll give you the fucking world.." his whimpers are loud as he urges you to move faster.

"faster, please lovie..cmon.." he moans, and just as you do what he asks your moans mix with his own, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping and that naughty wet sound every time you bounce on his cock.

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a/n: PLEASE I NEED THIS MAN SO BADD HES SO FINEUGHHHHH