noona’s backup blog

A backup blog for @beloveds-embrace

[beloveds-embraces]

Just letting everyone know that atm i’m locked out of @beloveds-embrace </3

[impurefawn]

price is kinda mean. my bad. oh and implied age gap. second part

“can’t you just leave me the fuck alone for once?” price snapped, looking up from the files he was reviewing and meeting your gaze as you stood in the doorway of his office. the one in his flat.

he had had a long day, you knew that. he hadn’t replied to a couple of texts you sent him throughout the day and he barely looked at you when he came back from base. he immediately holed himself up in his office. you were worried. he hadn’t touched the dinner you made and you could assume he had barely eaten today from how grumpy he was.

his voice pulled your attention off your thoughts and on him again. “ya act like a fucking dog. waitin’ for me by the door every day like some stupid mutt. fucking needy. just because you sit on your arse all day, doesn’t mean you can bother me all the fucking time when i’m home. if i’d known dating you would mean this, i would’ve given it more thought.” he was loud and scary, intentionally hitting your most sensitive spots. that was part of his job, after all. find the enemy’s insecurity and crush them.

you weren’t an enemy, though. he knew that. of course he did. but right now he was so angry at those soldiers that fucked up, at a recruit who almost shot his teammate, at life itself for being so frustrating, that he saw red.

a couple silent seconds passed before you walked out and carefully closed the door behind you. you were blinking away tears and your throat was burning but you needed to keep your composure. you had to. you’d been bad. needy and clingy. you didn’t deserve to cry or go back to his office and yell back at him.

was he right? you did act like a fucking dog. most nights, you waited for him by the door of his flat, greeting him with a smile and a kiss. but… but that was because you loved him. you were excited to see him. was that so bad? and you did do things during the day. you had a part time job, went to lectures or labs and if you had a free day, you did chores around the house or ran errands. you didn’t want to bother him when he came home. you just wanted to spend time with him because you missed him. it was john’s idea to move in together, telling you that you shouldn’t be renting a place when you always stayed over his. it was a waste of money, he said. this was your home now, he said.

suddenly these walls didn’t feel like home.

you grabbed your bag and left the apartment, feeling like you were being suffocated by the same place that brought you comfort.

midnight found you sat in a hotel room. you had walked for almost an hour, your mind numb. you hadn’t even noticed you were shivering from the cold. not until the receptionist at the hotel you entered asked you if you were okay. she was a sweet older woman, made you feel safe. you asked for a room for one night, making up some excuse you had already forgotten about, and made your way upstairs when she gave you the key.

you sat on the bed, staring at the wall in front of you. why did you always do this? cared too much. no one had ever matched your energy. from a young age, every friend you had never cared about the friendship as much as you did. it made you feel out of place. why couldn’t anyone care about you like you cared about others? why couldn’t you be loved the way you love?

you had thought you found that in john. he loved you. he loved you like you loved him and he missed you when you were apart and he hated sleeping without you. was it all a lie?

you had pushed him to his limits with your clinginess. it was only a matter of time, really.

[machveil]

[machveil]

König booking a single bed hotel room ‘on accident’ to share with KorTac!Reader. he was nervous making the reservation, half mortified you’d find out, half giddy at the thought of sleeping next to you. the hotel actually accidentally giving him a two bed to his dismay, stood frozen in the doorway as you set your luggage down. he feels like he’s moving underwater, slowly closing the door behind him as he drags his feet. settling on the bed closest to the door, shoulders slumped as he kicks off his boots. grumbling under his breath, just his luck

[rawme-price]

More about obedient sub!reader?? Maybe featuring some punishment anyway??

What abt...what about pup!Johnny being a bad influence to Prices obedient pup!reader??

Johnny brings it up on one of your coffee dates with him, a casual comment after you expressed confusion over his insistence on being a brat "it's not like si' actually hates it, he just likes to pretend he does, right?"

"It's like enrichment, yknow?" Soap pointed out, "Your handler gets to punish you and you get to brat. Simon won't admit it, but he loves punishing me, handlers like that stuff."

Which is how the idea formed. Did...did Price secretly want to punish you? Have you been depriving him of something fun because you like to obey? You decide that won't work, Price deserves to have fun just as much as you do.

"Pup...what are you doing? Speak."

Price looks at you placing your hands on the couch, something you would never do unless Price instructed. You even brought a toy, the chewy dog bone you like, which is explicitly for the crate and bed only. He doesn't seem upset, more so amused by your weird behavior.

"I'm disobeying." You try to puff out your chest, play at the confidence you've seen soap exhibit so many times.

"Uh-huh." Price kneels down next to you and scratches behind your ear, brows raised and lip curling into amusement "care to tell me why? You've always been such a good dog."

"Uhm. Johnny said it's good for you." You try to explain, and that gets an intrigued head tilt from Price, so you continue "he said it's like enrichment for owners to correct pups."

Understanding flashes over price's features, a genuine smile takes over. He hooks a finger under your collar and leads you away from the couch. "And you wanted to make sure I was happy, that it, pup? Of course you did, such a nice puppy for your owner, aren't you?"

Of course, he still has to correct your behavior, but that just means you don't get to use your chew toy for the next two days. When price has on your stomach that night, he grunts reassurance into your ear.

"I got all I need with you, pup. My good dog, so obedient, that's what I love." He makes sure to bite your neck the way you like "No more disobeying okay?"

[rawme-price]

could we perhaps have more obedient pup!reader and pup!Johnny trying to make them disobey Price?

Ooohhh!!! So [obedient pup!reader] had talked to soap about [disobeying price], right? Well what if he convinces them to try again?.

Soap had laughed when you told him about your attempts to disobey, genuinely fucking laughed. Apparently, you're not supposed to just tell your owner that you're disobeying. "No, I'm serious! I've never heard of a worse brat than you! C'mon, you didn't even try to resist him? Just a little bit?" Soap grins, and well...he is very convincing.

Which is how price ends up finally getting home, only to frown when you're not eagerly waiting at the door for him. Usually you love waiting for pats and kisses. Odd.

Price narrows his eyes when he opens his bedroom door, passing by your suspiciously empty crate.

"Pup...what are you doing?" He asks. You're sat on his bed, back straight and shaking with nervous energy. You had wanted to snuggle up in his scent, something You're not allowed to do usually, but the anxiety of breaking a rule left you waiting in limbo for price to find you.

"..." you don't say anything, soap said good brats resist, right? So...you shouldn't respond to his question?

"...pup. speak." Price crosses his arms, raising his brows in the same way he used to when he first became your owner. It makes your skin crawl because you know you're being bad, and you want to be good, but you also wanted to try being bad.

You settle on shaking your head, but your voice sounds apologetic even when you force out a "...no."

"Oh, I see." Price nods, stepping closer so he can lean into the bed with one knee "Been hanging out with Simon's mutt, huh? Trying out disobeying again?"

He sounds mostly amused now, and you can see hid smile, but you're still being bad. Finally, you let out an apologetic whimper and scamper off the bed. Price steps back to let you kneel at his feet and nuzzle into his shin.

"Aww, I know, I know. You just wanted to impress your playmate, huh?" He coos down at you. Scratching behind your pup ears "I'll find you a better influence later, go to your crate and calm down, pup."

While you settle down and happily rearrange the bedding in your crate, price makes sure to let simon know what a bad pup soap has been. He'll punish you for the disobedience, of course, probably limit your cuddle time on the weekends. Mostly, price is thinking about getting you a new playmate.

[rawme-price]

Now imagine being nikolais intern/protégé and finally meeting this elusive price and his own sergeant you hear so much about.

And their both catching up, sharing drinks, while you and kyle are locked in a staring contest because you both recognize that undeniable need to be perfect for your mentors and maybe see the other person as a bit of a challenge.

...which is how you both end up sucking the other's mentors dick, not hesitating for a moment when nikolai motioned to you both. Price is longer than you're used to but you've long sinced had your gag reflex trained out. By the sounds of it so has kyle. That's alright, you're both so willing to do anything to prove yourselves.

So eager and willing, in fact, that when price asks you to fuck eachother you're already shoving kyle to the ground and glaring daggers at him while you take him apart with just your hands, only to have the favor returned when he shoves into you later.

[beloveds-embraces]

Honey, how did you get locked out of your account?

I got reported 🥲🥲

[beloveds-embraces]

I love german shepherds soooo much 💕💕💕

[rawme-price]

Trick or treat? 🥺

Treat!!!

Now imagine newly turned vampire!reader who has to spend time in the vampire!141 nest to make sure the coven bond is properly formed...

Honestly, you're not at all upset about ghost biting you, it's not like there were many options when you were moments away from bleeding out. You do, however, fucking hate the coven process.

"Ah, no, no kid, I'm right here." Ghost attempts to soothe when you startled awake, instincts screaming about a sire. It's been like this for days now, reduced to instincts of sire and coven. Which means, of course, that all you want to do is cuddle in the nest with your coven.

"I'm right here, yeah? Try to feel with your bond, you know where I am." Ghost reassures, settling a hand over your forearm. He's right, you can feel him just fine with the bond, a supernatural sixth sense that feels both foreign and intrinsic at once.

"Sire." you send through the bond, looking up at ghost with your best puppy dog eyes. Ghost purses his lips, looks between you and the paperwork literally feet away on his desk. He could easily get to it if you would just let him get up for even a moment.

"Sire!!" You insist, and ghost has had years to work on his instincts, but there's not much a sire can do against a new fledgling.

Ghost groans, crawls back into the nest so you can snuggle up against him. He's still warm from his last feeding, and it makes you purr in delight.

"The other's are gonna love you, kid." He hums, resting a hand on your shoulder and forcing himself to sleep.

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just kyle who insists on buying large or knotted toys to use on you. You consistently get stuffed with a silicone knot, whining and twitching whenever kyle shoved one in after stuffing you with cum.

At some point you notice how the first knotted toy you two bought feels too small, like it just has a small bump more than a knot. You don't realize why kyle has been so obsessed with stretching you more and more until you meet his captain.

His werewolf captain. His werewolf captain who casually mentions that he needs to take leave soon to deal with a rut, completely unaware of the gift kyle had planned for him.

[beloveds-embraces]

4 days and support still hasn’t replied to me 💔

[beloveds-embraces]

Noona, beloved, thoughs ont catholic priest John MacTavish and making you recite the hail mary as he goes down on you in the confessional booth? - from a former cathloic

Nasty Father John MacTavish and his favorite town-delinquent reader 👁️👁️ my thoughts are that i need 14 of these pls and ty 😩

[fernsdelight]

John Price helping you study for your college classes. You've got a midterm coming up and you really want to do well, but John is just so damn tempting. A large, gruff, hairy man whose lap looks so welcoming and warm for you to sit in.

But he's not impressed with you, his pretty sweetheart, refusing to be studious and instead staring at his half-chubbed-up cock in his pants with your pupils blown wide. He promises you can ride him if you just read the next chapter of your textbook, reciting the definition and treatment plan for those with osteoporosis while he fingers your warm, wet hole.

It's too hard to read, feeling his thick fingers stretch you out, your brain practically melting out of your ears when he rubs up against that gooey bundle of nerves deep inside you. What a nasty, dirty old man he is :( But at least you're going to get good grades from this!

[fernsdelight]

Bear hybrid!John Price, who drags you inside his den for winter hibernation.

He's chuffing and groaning, nudging you with his wet nose to lie down on the various pillows and blankets he's stolen from human campsites to make a cozy nest for the both of you. He's fiercely territorial over you, taking the time to scent mark the woods surrounding the den before lumbering back inside.

The colder weather and changing tree leaves have made him a tad lazier than he should be, and he's certainly been packing on the muscle and fat for the winter, needing it to keep you warm. Price has been prepping at least, collecting nuts and tuberous roots, berries he's dried and meats stored away in the corners of the den, things he can feed you to keep your strength up for mating.

But when winter really hits in full force, when both of you are sheltered away and the heavy snow has blocked the entrance to the cave, is when Price really gets lazy. So lazy in fact, that he just lies on top of you. You think it might be attempted murder with how heavy he is, but his shaggy brown fur is just too warm to protest :(

His large paws grope your soft breasts, squeezing you in all the right places to get you needy and whining beneath him. And he can't leave you hanging, no, he slots his strong hips in between your own, his large, thick cock sinking deep into you with a slow thrust. He stretched out your walls, nudging against your poor cervix with sloppy thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into you. But Price is just so, so lazy and sleepy that it's more like a lovemaking grind, but it's okay, not like you're going anywhere anyway.

It's where you'll stay for the next few months, with Price feeding you, stretching you out on his fat cock, filling you with his thick cum, and massaging your tummy, because apparently that's supposed to help with fertility... something something... releasing more eggs from the ovaries. Poor Price is just desperate to have some cubs cuz he's getting up there in age and wants to be a daddy by springtime :(

[beloveds-embraces]

omg… fly high my shawty

ueueueue 🕊️

[beloveds-embraces]

HI BABY

Hiiiiii 🌸💕

[maddie-grove]

Honestly, if a vampire fell in love with me because I looked like his long-dead lover, I would be so petulant and jealous about it. Like yeah whatever I’m a perfect copy of Griselda or whoever. What kind of food do I like. Don’t fucking say “eel pie.”