29 || She/her or they/them || ace lesbian (?)|| ko-fi
Hello, I’m boolger! I post my stuff here and on AO3 under the same name, not anywhere else. I have a mixed personality disorder and somehow have a masters degree . I’m Danish, so English isn’t my first language, which means that mistakes will appear and I refuse to be better at it.
I write fanfics, mainly for Call of Duty and Macgyver (2016) and I sometimes do art. I write almost exclusively 18+ fanfics and a lot of dark content. Read the tags. It’s your own responsibility. Due to this, I block ageless blogs (and other blogs as I please, I’m a free muppet).
I do NOT write underage, incest/pseudo-incest, bestiality, necrophilia or scat. Im fine with random dms or anon asks
☆ Macgyver 2016 - fanfics ☆
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☆ Call of duty - fanfics AO3 ☆
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My lesbian agenda aka let’s write more lesbian CoD fics
Valeria, Nikolai and Price all keep hyena hybrid!reader around like a lil pet that they share custody over and whoever is the least busiest for a day, have to make sure they’re entertained and don’t wreck the house out of boredom
a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you
Johnny "I'm not looking for serious" mactavish who conveniently forgets to mention that he just wants a casual relationship until after the fifth date and constant texts. He wants someone to make him feel good on leave, doesn't want to be tied down by you, though. What he really wants is an interesting toy, though he doesn't feel bad about making you think he'd try for more if it keeps you around.
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John "if yer not lookin' for marriage don't date me, love." Price who maybe falls in love too fast, but he always treats you with respect. Makes his intentions known from the start, he's too old to play around and be coy when he could be waking up next to you every morning. A real gentleman, the kind that puts previous boyfriends to shame.
....A fact that you happily rub in Johnny's face whenever you have to visit your fiance at his work.
coworker!simon riley who barely speaks to anyone but always seems to notice you. he leaves a black coffee on your desk every morning with no note, no eye contact, just a low grunt when you thank him. everyone thinks he’s cold. you’re starting to think he’s watching you more than he should.
coworker!simon riley who fixes your computer when it crashes during a deadline, sleeves rolled up, veins in his forearms flexing while he types. he’s so close you can smell his cologne mixed with gun oil. when you try to make small talk he just mutters “you’re not as useless as the rest of them.”
fwb!simon riley who corners you in the supply closet the second the floor clears for lunch. he yanks your skirt up, drops to his knees and eats you out like he’s starving — thick fingers curling deep while his tongue works your clit until your legs shake. then he spins you around, pulls his mask down just enough and fucks you hard against the shelves, one hand over your mouth so no one hears you moan.
coworker!simon riley who glares at the flirty account manager when he lingers too long at your desk. says nothing, but his jaw ticks under the mask. later that same day he texts you one word: “office?” and you already know what’s coming.
fwb!simon riley who fucks you bent over your own desk after everyone’s gone home. papers scattered everywhere, your computer still on, his thick cock stretching you open while he growls low in your ear, “been thinking about this tight cunt all fucking day, sweetheart.” he keeps one gloved hand over your mouth the whole time so the security cameras don’t catch your sounds.
coworker!simon riley who walks you to your car in the parking garage every night “because it’s on his way.” his hand brushes the small of your back when no one’s looking. you both pretend it means nothing.
fwb!simon riley who has you riding him in the driver’s seat of his truck in the underground garage, windows completely fogged up. he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, guiding you up and down his cock while whispering filthy praise in that rough manchester accent, “that’s it… bounce on it just like that, filthy girl. take every inch.”
coworker!simon riley who still acts completely normal around the rest of the team — silent, brooding, professional. but the second the last person leaves, his eyes go dark and he’s already looking for the nearest locked door.
fwb!simon riley who fucks you slow and deep on the break room couch at 2am during a storm. emergency lights only. he’s got your legs over his shoulders, mask pulled down so you can see the scars and stubble while he stares straight into your eyes the entire time. he doesn’t pull out when he finishes — just stays buried inside you, breathing heavy against your neck like he never wants to leave.
coworker!simon riley who leaves hickeys on your inner thighs that you have to hide under your work pants the next morning. he catches you adjusting your clothes and the corner of his mouth twitches under the mask like he knows exactly what he did.
fwb!simon riley who sends you a text at 11pm during another overtime shift: “elevator. now.” when the doors close he’s on you instantly — pinning you against the wall, fingers inside you before you can even speak, growling “can’t fucking wait anymore.”
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
18+ only. afab!reader. grinding. angry, unprotected p in v. cream pie. dirty talk. mw4 price with a beard. daddy kink. ignoring pleas. drooling. holding down. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. implied somnophilia.
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Price who’s really beat after a long day at work. Just wants to relax in bed and let the stress of the day melt off him. Until you look up at him, your eyes wide with eagerness, legs rubbing against his under the comforter, hands caressing his arms. All frowns and pouts when he scratches at his beard and lets you down with a pet at your hair and kiss to your forehead.
You say it’s okay with a huff and roll over but when Price clicks the light off and turns to his side, after a few minutes you shift, scoot back a little. Again and again until you’re pressed to his front, head on his arm, and Price figures you just want to cuddle, pouting too much to admit it, so he wraps a heavy arm around your waist, nose nuzzling into your neck. Shiver with the scrape of his beard along your shoulder.
Sleep slowly building behind Prices eyes when your hips shift slightly, grind into his. Doesn’t think anything of it other than you’re getting comfortable. Until the movement of your hips becomes constant, knocking and rubbing against his cock. Can feel your back arch into him and he grunts into your ear, huffs a breath onto your neck that makes your need so much worse.
“Stop that.” He grumbles into your ear, knows that you’re trying to rile him up, so he tightens his arm around you in hopes it keeps you still. A little annoyed now because he’s all chubbed up in his boxers and knows it’ll take a minute before he’s calmed down enough to fall asleep.
You stop, thankfully. Until you don’t. Hips moving just subtly, slowly enough the need clogs your throat and it takes everything in you not to move faster. But Price can feel you moving even though you think you’re being sneaky, sucks in a deep breath before slapping at your thigh with the hand securing your waist.
“Cut it out. Don’t make me tell you again.” You shudder, eyes fluttering shut at the hoarseness in his throat. It only eggs you on, makes you throb at the threat behind his words.
You smash your hips back into his cock, grind without subtleness because he’s all worked up now even though he wouldn’t want to admit it. Angry and so hard against you that his arm under your head curls around your front, forearm under your jaw and hand clenching at your shoulder to keep you secure against his chest.
“Want it? Here it comes, baby.” He croaks in your ear. Annoyance and anger rolling off of him in waves as his other hand shoots down to lift your leg, yanks your soaked panties to the side. Makes you whine because he doesn’t bother touching your achy clit just huffs in your ear, rough with his grip that has tingles running over your body shuddering with anticipation.
Your breaths get heavier, body drumming when his hand darts back to wrestle his cock out. Feel it hot and heavy against your ass that you whine, need so heavy in your mind that just the feel of it against your pussy has you gushing.
Price grins when he lines himself up, soaks in the loud cry you let out when he thrusts in because you’re going to regret riling him up.
The airs punched from your lungs when he bottoms out. Pussy stinging at the quick stretch around him, whimper at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. Moan at the throb of him stretching you wide and filling you to the brim.
Bitterness in the way he handles you exactly what you were throbbing for when he pet your head and said maybe another night.
Price grunts and groans into your neck, hooks his arm under your knee and pins it to your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. Starts his thrust all of a sudden, pace so quick and harsh the air is knocked from your lungs. Have to gasp and huff to force air in from the grip he has around your front and pressure from his thrusts.
Makes sure he stuffs you to the hilt as he pounds away at your cervix, has you clawing at his arms, loud keens and moans drowning out the squelching of your pussy.
“What you wanted, huh? Desperate slut. Always needs Daddy’s cock fillin’ you up.” He spits into your ear, jerks when you flutter around him. Mind feasting at how pliable you are. How he can bully his cock into you and all you do is swallow him up and moan. How if he goes at it long enough you’ll blabber thank yous until Price has to fill your mouth so you shut up.
Price groans at the thought, cock slamming into you roughly as the imagine flashes in his mind. You mewl, words clogged in your throat, forced down by the pleasureful cries you can’t hold back. His beard scratches at your neck and shoulder, has tingles shooting down your back and making you push your ass into him.
The bed squeaks and rocks, Prices hips pounding forward and slapping into your ass. You bounce off his hips with each thrust, eyes fluttering closed because you can feel the head of his cock dragging against your walls and knocking at your cervix.
When you clench around him he shifts his hips, pummels his cock into your sweet spot so he can really feel you convulse around him. Has you squealing and toes curling, mind going fuzzy and soft with the pleasure coursing through you. Nails digging into the thick forearm around your throat, mouth falling open in silent cries when the feeling makes your body burn, heat blazing in your stomach.
Can feel drool dribble down your chin onto his forearm. Hand flying back when it feels like you might pass out, mind humming so violently you can’t think straight. “Slow, Daddy.” You whimper. “Too fast.”
Price tuts, grunting as he growls into your neck. “Take what I fuckin’ give you, baby. Wouldn’t let Daddy sleep because of your greedy cunt. Gonna pump ‘er full of cum so she sleeps real good tonight.” He purrs, drops his arm from your shoulder to hold your knee up so he can squeeze at your tits.
You squeal and grip at his arm when he pinches at your nipple through your shirt, rough material making lightening shoot through you.
“‘M sorry, Daddy.” You pant when his hand darts under your shirt. “I’ll be good. Just- slow down!”
Price palms at your chest, squeezing and tugging as his hips pummel into you, dips his mouth to nip at your neck when he sees you swallow thickly. Beard scraping your shoulder raw as he kisses and sucks harshly to leave purple marks for later.
“Too late for sorrys, baby. This is what you were begging me for. Can’t back out now.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through you. Think you’re getting a break when Price takes his plucking fingers away from your chest but lurch when you feel them at your clit.
Cry out when his rough fingers rub quickly at you, spasm and clench so hard you hear his low moans muffled against your neck, covered in sweat which he licks up, sends shivers down your spine and zips to your cunt.
His groans get lower, thrusts turning sloppy and short, feel every inch of him pull out and thrust back in more clearly. You can feel the veins of his cock grind against your walls, not a blur of feeling anymore, but they drag and tease you, have tingles shooting up your neck.
The pace of his fingers stay the same though, quick and sharp that an orgasm is quick to form. Have you squirming and whimpering, digging your nails into his arm as your ears ring.
Price curses, clench’s his jaw at the tight convulses around his cock, draws his balls tighter until the need to cum is clawing at his brain. Fingers still working against your clit for a second orgasm so he can have you cumming with him.
“Too much, Daddy.” You squeal with overstimulation, claw and tug at his hand until he coos, drops your leg and snatches your jaw in his paw to smash your lips together, beard nuzzling into your face so he can swallow your soft whimpers until you can’t breathe. Legs clenching and kicking around his hand, but never stopping his movements until another orgasm claws its way though your overstimulation.
Snatches his lips away, hand tight on your jaw to watch your face contort as you cum, picks up the pace of his hips when he gets closer. His groans and your soft mewls mixing together until you squeal and Price grunts lowly, your toes curling as you come together. Fingers and cock moving so quick your whole body tenses as your orgasm runs through you. Flutter so tightly around his cock you can feel the pulses that shoot his cum deep in your cunt. Ears ringing as you tremble until the waves of pleasure are soft throbs.
Price curses into your lips, groans when he gives a lazy thrust to make sure the last bits of his cum make it inside you. Pulls out slowly and watches you whimper at the noise and feel. Tugs your panties back over your spent pussy, before cupping your cunt with his palm.
Satisfaction coiling in his chest when you squeal, head slumped against his arm, jerk your hips away from the pressure at your clit, but you’re attempts are futile when there’s no where to run, and he follows you until his palm is nestled against you.
“Settle down, whiny girl.” He rasps, shakes his palm against you until you clutch at his wrist to stop the vibrations from moving your clit. “Ain’t nothing to cry over now you’re nice and full. Or does she want more?” He squeezes.
You gasp and hold his wrist down as much as you could. “No more, Daddy. She’s too full.” You whine, squirm at the feel of him leaking onto your panties. Too impossibly tired to care about how dirty you are.
“You sure, baby? I could stop now or be greedy and keep going like you did.” He taunts.
You suck in a deep breath, eyes heavy with sleep. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I’ll be good.”
Prices pecks your temple with a soft chuckle. “I’ll let you sleep for now, baby. Fuck your little cunt through the night. Daddy’s gonna teach you a thing or two about messing with him while he’s trying to sleep.”
You shudder at the thought, promise lingering at the back of your mind as he tucks you both back into bed, until he wakes you up later, mind so drowsy you barely notice how you’re pinned underneath him, hips grinding another round of cum into your cunt.
I got a new bike!! Purely bc my sweet dad paid for most of it!!❤️ it’s used but it’s mine - and I’m gonna do my best to make sure it stays mine this time lmao. Sadly the fancy lock I bought doesn’t fit so I need to buy extra stuff and an extra lock, rip.
Something something office cod au, in which bear hybrid Price is well aware that you, hyena hybrid reader, have a crush on him. Price finds you cute, likes how flustered you get and how you’re barely able to hide your little obsession. It’s a little scandalous since you’re a secretary but you’re not his secretary - besides, he has been lusting after jaguar hybrid Valeria for a good while, building up the courage to court her.
So imagine his surprise when Johnny tells him that he heard Valeria ask you out and that you agreed. Things might actually turn out in his favour if he plays his cards right.
Ngl I love hyena reader a bit. I have a busy weekend but if I have the time next week I’ll sit down and update some of my fics and then write some more hyena
Can you please do more hyena reader please it’s soo good 😩
My hand slipped and
Tags: Nsfw, consensual somnophilia for a short moment, Bratting out and spending too much money, dom bear hybrid!Price, dom jaguar hybrid!Valeria, sub hyena hybrid reader, reader has a vagina and a cock, some sort of modern office ish au idk, kinda fighting but not really
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Your ears tipped back as you were dismissed by them, not trying to hide your scowl. A hint of a giggle escaped you even as you growled, turning around on your heel.
A fucking meeting. They promised to eat lunch with you and suddenly “an important meeting” was in the way. They hadn’t even texted you, no, you had already turned up, tail wagging, excited to see your mates. Lowkey horny, hoping for some sort of quickie in the car or somewhere else. Fuck, you had hoped Valeria would had let you eat her out, fully sitting on your face in the backseat of the suv or Price would have let you choke on his cock. Even one of their hands in your pants, you didn’t even care whether it was your cock or pussy they touched. But no - turned away like a toy they didn’t feel like playing with.
You knew it wasn’t like that, logically at least. Their work was important, they had a lot of power and responsibility. But emotionally, you felt betrayed.
We’ll make it up to you tonight, cariño<3
You stared at the message from Valeria, an annoyed sound leaving you before you pressed the button to go down in the elevator.
You left her on read. They never liked when you didn’t reply to their messages, it might get you into a bit of trouble but fuck it, they had promised you lunch, not even texting you beforehand to let you know that they didn’t have the time anyways.
Stomping down the street, ears still tipped back in annoyance, grunting a couple of times.
They worked hard - you didn’t have to, thanks to them. You had time and possibilities to sell your art, which could technically pay your rent and such, but they wouldn’t let you pay for most things. You liked working voluntarily sometimes, but recently you had considered getting a job of a kind again and right now you wished you had something to do. Work to dive into and distract yourself with, somewhere you could ignore them.
You were incredibly lucky, privileged compared to a lot of others, but right now, all you could feel was annoyance. Anger.
The sudden plan that appeared in your mind was, well, childish. That was the best way to describe it, but right now you didn’t care - the idea was brilliant to you. If they didn’t want to spend time with you, well then you would just eat on your own.
You had the credit card from them; discreet and black, for “emergency situations”. This was surely one.
Emotional emergency.
The restaurant you went into was one of the more expensive ones and you ordered whatever the fuck you wanted… maybe you looked for which was most expensive but what about it? You had a great time, sitting alone in your booth, wolfing down Kobe beef and a fancy salad together with unnecessarily expensive potatoes drowning in a sauce with truffles - and at last, fresh fruits, with ice cream that had speckles of gold on it. It was all so unnecessary but still so fucking delicious and each bite made you feel like you were in heaven.
Sure, you should probably have gone home then - instead you wandered straight into an art shop you loved visiting.
As you took a taxi home after paying for a bag full of expensive paints, you felt wonderful.
The nap you took when you came home was even better. The sun for once heating up London while you laid on the couch, enjoying the rays of it like a spoiled cat. A very full, tired cat that let out a little giggle from pleasure.
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An annoyed growl left Valeria as she closed the door to the SUV, for once letting Price drive since she was too angry to focus. Her tail was whipping back and forth.
Her claws tapped against the door, as Price let out a deep hum as he sat down in the driver's seat, taking one look at her while Valeria kept staring at the wall of the parking garage.
“This is what ‘e wants, innit?” Price said, slight amusement in his voice and Valeria merely answered with a huffing sound, “wants you upset, Valeria. A proper little trap.”
“She spent over 300 quid,” Valeria pointed out in a hiss, before finally looking over at him, hating the small smile on his lips as if you spending money like this to upset them was a funny joke, “she is a spoiled brat, cariño.”
“Yup,” he easily agreed, loosening his tie, bear ears wiggling as he started the car, “but our spoiled brat, Val.”
She only agreed with an annoyed sound. You were doing this to annoy them, to make them upset because you were upset. It was far from a healthy reaction but at the same time it wasn’t completely unlike you - you didn’t care much for expensive foods, you liked ordering cheap sushi with them even if they had the money to eat caviar with every meal.
It was just childish to do it because they had a meeting. It wasn’t like they decided that the meeting, which could earn the company millions, had to happen right now.
Valeria knew you had set it up like a little trap, like a little revenge - she knew she was stepping right into it but she didn’t care. She hadn’t even noticed she was growling before Price’s hand came to rest on her thigh, immediately calming her down a bit.
“I have an idea, Mami,” he crooned happily, not looking away from the road, a small grin appearing on his lips,”just hear me out, yeah?”
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It wasn’t the slamming of the door that woke you, a text from your phone or one of them yelling out for you, like you had expected when falling asleep on the couch.
Instead it was the feeling of a hot, wet mouth around your cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body, making you open your mouth and twitch, but for once no sound came out.
You blinked a couple of times - Price was sitting next to your head, leaning over you a bit, an amused flicker in his expression.
“Hey, sweet boy,” he greeted but you didn’t even answer or comprehend his words properly, because Valeria sucked your cock harder than before and a wail left you, hands scrambling to grab onto her hair.
They were both caught by Price, keeping you from holding onto your mate and attempt to control the pace.
Valeria was on the big couch too, your pants pulled down a bit, just to expose your cock to her. She was looking right into your eyes, amusement and danger somehow in the look, her claws slowly bared, slightly sinking into your pants.
Then she purred, your cock still deep in her throat.
You came with a shout, followed by a giggle - then a mess of words escaped you, you weren’t even sure if you were begging or apologising or being mean.
As she didn’t stop however, you began to trash a bit. Overstimulation made you whimper and twist your hips, Price’s hands tightening around your wrists, Valeria’s claws sinking a tiny bit deeper, nicking your skin.
You came a second time then, coming into her mouth, juices dripping from your cunt despite it not even being touched.
“Good girl,” Price cooed, “such a good girl for Mami, coming for her so nicely.”
“Please ah - no more - Valeria - ah — Mami -“
Finally Valeria pulled back, her purr not stopping and you felt watched as she settled between your legs, while you focused on getting your breathing under control, panting with your tongue out.
“Mi amor,” she rumbled with a pleased voice, slowly licking a bit of your cum from around her lips, “was that nice?”
You instantly nodded, not even hesitating, a small “uh-huh” leaving you in agreement. You weren’t sure why they weren’t angry or upset like you had expected, like you lowkey wanted but as Valeria pushed up your blouse to expose your stomach and gently scratch it, your tail wagged.
“Sweet pup,” Price agreed, letting go of one of your hands, pulling the other hand to his mouth, softly kissing your knuckles, beard tickling you, “poor little pup, huh?”
“All alone for lunch,” Valeria chimed in, moving to settle in your lap, your poor spent cock still twitching at the sight of her like this, “we’re so mean for leaving you cariño, no?”
You felt confused yet the loving words… acknowledging what they had done… butterflies fluttered inside your stomach. A small whine, then a chuckle and then another whine left you before you nodded.
“Dios,” Valeria murmured softly, “our sweet boy just missed us, Price, didn’t you my love?
“Yeah,” there was a tone to your voice, a softness as you exposed your feelings, a small shaking to it, “I - I didn’t like getting dismissed like that. I know you can’t control it, but I felt… unwanted.”
“Oh, pup—“ it was Price who leaned down first, gently pressing a kiss to your lips, the position a bit awkward but you didn’t care, the familiar taste of him and the tickle of his beard worth it, “I’m sorry - we want you, I promise. We wanted to go to that lunch, I promise.”
The moment he had pulled back, Valeria was leaning over, kissing you too, her familiar taste mixed with your cum.
“We love you,” she reminded you before giving you another kiss.
“Love you too,” you answered truthfully, a giggle then leaving you and you looked up then, watching the two hybrids fuck on top of you. A needy whine left you at the sight, the urge to demand more growing as they made out.
“Please,” you whined, not even sure what you were asking for, “more?”
Price pulled back, an amused chuckle leaving him. His bear ears wiggled back and forth a little.
“Or what?” He teased, “you’ll spend more money?”
Your ears tipped back, tail wagging a little as you tried looking as sweet as possible, “‘m sorry.”
“Oh, really amor?” Valeria’s voice was a little darker than before, “you think that will be enough?”
You whined, moving to hide your face behind your hands, the two of them so close making escaping impossible.
“Mami,” you whined, an amused tone to it despite your slight distress.
“Here is what is going to happen, pretty girl. I’m gonna ride your cock now - for as long as I want to, even if you have to wear a cockring—“
A yowl of excitement and fear left you, then a deep moan as Valeria rutted against your dripping cock that was already hard again.
“-then I’ll fuck you for as long as I please,” Price happily continued, one of his hands sliding beneath your shirt to pinch one of your nipples, “maybe I’ll let you come - maybe I won’t.”
“Daddy—“
“Maybe I’ll leave you dripping and then fuck Val in front of you,” you whimpered at the prospect, both in horror and arousal, “leave you high and dry. Making sure you won’t sneak off to get off during the night.”
A giggle left you. You had done that before, more than once.
The sound of the zipper on Valeria’s pants instantly caught your attention.
“Now cariño,” she purred, standing to let her pants drop, exposing her thong, “I have a feeling I have to get the cockring already, eh?”
I really love your writings , I was just wondering if your gonna write another part of Nikolai fic because I loved it so much 😘
I mean, I suspect you mean the farm au one bc yes I will
But I’ve had a busy time w being social, sad(trademark) and uninspired so I’m lowkey only writing what I feel like. Which for some reason is Valeria x price x reader.
But I’ve not abandoned it, sweet sinner, don’t worry❤️
