Price (casually) slapping readers ass at any chance he gets? I'm rlly into that and I haven't seen any pics about it
tags: smut 18+ only + john is obsessed with your ass
At first you really didn't think about it.
You genuinely thought it was something John did in passing at first to let you know he was thinking about you or something, or anytime he found you bent over, he'd slap your ass and then caress it with a soft grunt before going back to whatever it was he was doing.
Then it became more frequent.
In the shower he'd stand behind you and lather up your body with soap and somehow end up mostly focused on your ass that his palms kept sliding over, making him chuckle.
When you're about to go to sleep and your faced away from him, you can feel John reach over to give your ass a slap then squeeze.
At the grocery store, his palm would find your ass in a quick slap, then before you get in the car and after you get out, when you're cooking or even just standing there. At home he was more prone to just touching and groping the soft globes, memorized with how it jiggled for him.
It went from being outside the bedroom to inside.
John had a new obsession.
He wanted your face down, hips up, or riding him so he could keep his greedy palms on your ass cheeks, slapping them in tandem or once in a while, both of them getting the same attention, then sweet, tender touches. "Look at you, so pretty on top of me, keep goin' cowgirl."
Another sharp slap to get you moving again.
It had grown into such a thing that even your friends commented on it whenever John picked you up from the bar when you had too many drinks, your skirt flying up when you pawed at him drunkenly and him smoothing it down while giving your ass a slap, letting you drool on him.
There was something about it that made John smile with joy, and don't get him started on those little sundresses you wear, sometimes with no panties, and he can see everything, giving him an instant boner.
Sometimes John would hold you against him when he caught you doing dishes after making coffee, and he'd have you pinned against the counter, lazily pawing at your hips while grinding his cock against your ass as he nuzzled into your neck, sending you into sensory overload.
Tight shorts will also do the poor man in.
He can feel his chest ache whenever you're wearing them or leggings that hug the curve of your ass that is getting spanked.
You tried it exactly once, fake moaning for simon, head tossed back and all breathy. A real convincing act in your opinion.
"....what the fock was tha'?" Ghost freezes above you mid-thrust. Forearm braced above your head, breath hot against the curve of your neck.
Ghost is the space between a pulled trigger and the target it hits, the breathe of every soldier on a battle field. You should know nothing gets past him. You whine, low and needy and intentional, squeeze around his cock and push at his chest "c'mon si...why did you stop?"
Ghost narrows his eyes, fully sits up until he's resting on his heels, arms crossed and thighs keeping your legs spread open. "Stop that. Fuckin– stop it."
You twist in the sheets like a trapped animal, try to entice him to keep moving. Using all those tricks because you know he likes it from the way his cock twitches—
"I. Said. Stop." Two large hands pin you down, and when you finally meet ghost's eyes he looks furious "thought I wouldn't notice that fake shit? Fuckin' mocking me?"
Your stomach twists when he thrusts in, slow and deep, studying your every expression. "You think i can't make you scream? Can't please you?"
"You do! Si– you do please me–" you try to plead, clenching tight at the next thrust. "It's not because of that! You feel good, I promise–"
"Then what? Huh?" Another, deeper thrust that has your mind nearly shutting off from pleasure. His whole body rolls into it, more consciously putting on a performance for you now.
"It's...I...I don't make noise, si. I'm not loud." You whisper, face pinched. "I didn't want you to think I'm not enjoying it..."
For a moment, ghost just stares at you.
He lowers himself down, muscles moving under skin like a predator stalking prey. Full of potential to ruin you. His arms cage you in until all you can focus on is ghost.
"I want to hear you. Got it? Don't care what it sounds like so long as 's you." He grumbles, really settles his weight back into you.
Tentatively, you nod.
"Good. See? Wasn't so hard, now was it?" He pulls nearly all the way out, tucks back into your neck, and fucks you like he's trying to prove a point.
Quiet gasps, small whimpers and nothing more falls from your lips. Your orgasm is silent only in voice when you rake your hands along his back hard enough to break skin. When you have to bite into his shoulder after the second.
Later, ghost will wear the wounds like a badge of honor. He does need fake moans when he's got all the proof of your pleasure burned into his skin.
Recently been thinking about cat hybrid!reader who's usually so affectionate with the team...
"Scenting us. Important thing for hybrids." Price had explained when soap first grumbles about how often you touched them.
Marking them as territory, as family, really. They don't understand how important it is for you, but none of them complain when you wake up sometimes and simply need to rub your cheek into their necks. Tail twitching softly, ears shifting in content. You do your best work when you can scent them frequently.
Of course, after so many months working together in close proximity, no one really argues with your cuddly nature. Gaz runs warm, your ideal heating pad for those cold meeting rooms, spending your time in his lap with your tail curled around hid ankle. Ghost, the best sniper of the team by far, never moves when you decide to nap on him. Price's office has the best sunspot, and he keeps the area open with some blankets purchased just for you. Soap doesn't mind PDA when you crawl on top of him in front of others, he loves feeling your deep purrs in his chest.
All of that is to say, you're constantly with at least one of them, basking in physical affection.
So it's strange when no one sees you all morning.
Usually you're trailing after one of your teammates before going about your morning scenting. Today...you're just...gone.
Price assumes you've finally made other friends, assures the team it's nothing. But by time lunch has rolled around and still no one's seen you? A search is started, each of them keeping the others updated.
With each passing moment the list of places you aren't keeps growing. You aren't in the barracks, your room, anyone's rooms. You aren't in the gym, pool, supply closets. You aren't on the roof or in the kitchen.
It's near dark when ghost finds you.
Tucked under various tools in the groundskeepes shed. You're sweaty, clammy. Sluggish. You squint up at ghost, lethargic, and let out a weak hiss. You look....horrible.
"Found 'em." He mutters into his comms. Ghost kneels down to press the back if his hand to your face, frowning deeply "the runts sick. Bad shape."
Which is how you end up back in your room, smothered under blankets with at least one of the guys at your sides at all times. Making sure you don't make a sixth escape attempt.
For once, they initiate the contact. After all, you are their territory as much as they are yours.
A reputation doesn't absolve you of your humanity.
For all John is a blood hound to many, he is and will always be but a man to Nikolai. A man capable or moronic incidents driven by exhaustion, or the simple experience that is bad luck.
Nikolai has watched John accidentally take a header off of their couch, trying to rub his leg when his calf started cramping. He remembers the sound of John's head hitting their floor, and using every muscle in his face to attempt a look of concern before he started cackling. He remembers the embarrassment on John's face as the man shook his head and called Nikolai a bastard.
People fear facing John Price down because he is not a man known to be merciful.
He is, however, a man who once put hand soap on his toothbrush and failed to realise his mistake until it was already in his mouth. Typically, he can operate on little sleep, that day was not one of those instances. He was quick to tell Nikolai that their soap may be mandarin and mango scented, but it did not possess that flavour.
It lessens the sting of seeing John now, a man driven by vengeance. Yet, still a man.
Eddie Gluskin x Reader | tws. smut (Breeding kink, female reader, plus sized reader, cunnilingus, fingering) Word Count: 3.2k
.✦ ݁˖ You wake up to find yourself strapped to a table at the mercy of a man desperate for wife.
Your body aches, a deep resonating throb that pulses through your bones. It's the first sensation you wake to as you feel yourself stir; you can't seem to remember how you passed out, but you remember hitting the floor.
The next feeling that hits you is the cold metal on your back, its an operating table, cold polished steel now stained and tainted with blood and viscera, which isn't exactly a good sign for the person strapped to it, which just so happened to be you.
It's almost difficult to open your eyes, not only do you have a throbbing headache that would likely be soothed by the darkness of your eyelids, but there's a bright, intense light shining down on you.
When your eyes manage to flutter open and adjust you can see you’re in another dilapidated part of the asylum, the usual stench of rot and decay permeates the air, unfortunately you're too used to it to notice. However, there is another distinct smell- cologne.
“ Ohhhhh. . . Good morning! Good morning, darling! It's lovely that you’re awake now.. “ a voice breaks the silence in a deep, but strangely affectionate tone.
The strange man peaks his head over the nearby side of the table when you meet eyes. He's.. huge. He's taller than you by damn near a foot, he's broad, with sharp, angular features. He wore a patched suit and bowtie, splattered with blood and entrails, it almost makes you gag. However, the part about him that stands out the most is his eye, and its surroundings. Blood-.. or at least its red. It's hard to make out in the dark, but you don't dwell on it as he leans down.
“ Shhh dont struggle.. you’ve been asleep quite a long time, “ he voice, strangely soothing, eases you. He looks down at you strangely. His eyes are soft, and he's smiling. Like.. smiling smiling. Wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. “ Aren’t you a pretty girl..? “ he coos manically like you were nothing but a dog.
He reaches a hand up and strokes your hair gently, his touch is more tender than you’d expect, for a man covered in other’s insides.
“ W.. What? “ you manage, your lips cracking as you speak, your throat scratchy and dry. He furrows his brows and laughs to himself, a deep reverberating chuckle that makes you feel things you don't wanna feel.
“ Didn’t you hear me, silly girl? You’re pretty.. round.. soft, “ he muses, more to himself than to you as his gaze trails down your body. You’re still in your old, dirty nurses dress. It isn't exactly flattering, but he doesn't seem to mind one bit.
You don't know what to think. Your mind is reeling in confusion, and bashfulness. As much as you hate it, he's attractive, extremely so, and he's looking at you with this intense desire you had never seen on another man's face before.
Suddenly, the man above you seems to snap out of whatever trance he's in.
“ Oh how rude of me, leaving a pretty little girl like you all tied up, “ he laughs to himself as he looks at your restraints. “ I thought you’d throw a hissyfit like.. the other whores who lied to me! “ he grits his teeth, tone suddenly shifting from loving and sweet to spiteful and rage-filled. He pauses again, and just as quickly as he had gotten angry he was back to normal again.
He untied you gently, slipping a hand under your back to guide you into sitting up. He practically had hearts in his eyes when he looked at you.
When he looked at you you felt.. different. He gazed at you sweetly, a smile on his face, nothing but love in his manic eyes. Maybe you were just desperate, or maybe you knew that there were far worse fates in this place than being loved and adored.
“ Dearest? Where have you gone? Are you ignoring me?! “ he asked, his intensity escalating incredibly quickly as he notices you mentally checking out.
“ N-no no im.. not ignoring you! “ you attempt to reassure him, awkwardly rubbing a hand up and down his big arm. At your touch he softened, and smiled widely. “ Just um.. still a little.. shocked. “
He didn't listen to a lick of what you said, a dopey smile on his face as he watched you touch him willingly. He reached his own hand up to cover your own, and you're struck with how much bigger he is than you. His hand dwarfs you in size, it's cold, but strangely soft.
He didn't say anything for a while, just watched you, bathing in your attention.
You came to the awkward realization that.. You didn't even know this man's name. He was doting on you and making you blush, and you didn't even know his own name.
“ Excuse me.. Sir. I dont mean to be rude but.. “ you meet his curious eyes. “ I don't believe you’ve given me your name yet. “
His eyes shoot wide open in realization as you told him that, pausing his hand on yours as he cleared his throat with an awkward laugh.
“ Oh oh Eddie you doofus! I would forget my own head if it wasn't screwed on! “ he says, somewhat bashfully, like he was embarrassed. “ Edward Gluskin, “ he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly. “ But I’d prefer if you’d call me Eddie. After all, why would my wife not call me by a sweet nickname like that? It's so.. intimate.. domestic.. “ he trails off, lost in his own head again.
Eddie.. You liked that… wait.. what did he say?
“ I'm sorry.. wife? “ you ask, your eyebrows furrowing and your heart rate picking up embarrassingly quickly.
“ Yes my dear, wife. wife! My.. bride.. “ he whispers to you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “ Isn't it every girl's dream? To be wed to a passionate.. loving man? Who will give her all that her heart desires.. “ he coos as he cups your jaw, squeezing gently.
Your head begins to spin as you process what he's saying. He wants to marry you. YOU.. you. Oh, why are you enjoying this so much? Is it because you're desperate, becoming easy after so many years of being rejected? Or maybe its fear in you; you see this man clearly, for who he is. He's obviously a maniac, crazy, covered in blood. If you fight you most certainly will die. Why not enjoy it?
“ I.. intended for us to be wed by midnight tonight but unfortunately… “ he pauses, picking up your left hand gently. “ The ring I had doesn't fit your pretty fingers. It's alright, beautiful brides come in all shapes and sizes, “ his voice is affectionate as his gaze returns to your body, “ and my bride happens to come in such a delectable shape.. “
He giggles to himself softly as he runs his hand up your arm, resting on your collarbone.
“ Now I know this is rather.. Improper of me.. But my dearest I cannot control myself, “ he says with a laugh as he moves his hand down, groping your breast though your uniform. You squeak, reflexively jumping under his touch.
He doesn't respond to your surprise, too entranced by your boobs to notice much more.
“ I’ve been waiting to wed such a beautiful woman, “ he mumbles under his breath, “ I've been waiting even longer to breed one. To fill you with my seed.“ His comments are vulgar, and his gaze lustful, but for some reason you find yourself aroused by it. He wants you, and he's definitely not afraid to show it.
He reaches behind you and unzips your dress, tugging it down off of your body. You’re left in a plain black matching set of bra and panties, you would’ve wore nicer ones if you knew tonight was your wedding night.
You feel a bit awkward. You’ve never had a guy so openly ogle you. Maybe your breasts, or butt, but never.. your body as a whole.
He stared at you like how a devoted follower would stare at God. There's this.. adoration in his eyes that sparkles as his gaze devours you.
“ Oh darling.. “ he coos as he places his hands on your waist, thumbs tracing circles over your stomach. “ I shall breed you properly my dear, a bride like you deserves to be ravished, “ he said, a grin crossing his face as you blushed. You couldn't resist a bashful smile, avoiding his gaze.
A beat passes and Eddie decides to take control properly. He grabs you by the waist, ducking an arm underneath your knees to hold you bridal style. Your arms shoot up instinctively to wrap around his neck, keeping you flush with him.
He didn't seem to mind the touch at all, proudly making his way down the halls. There's a grin on his face, celebratory as he marched with you in his arms.
In his mind, there was nothing more masculine a man could do than carrying his wife down the aisle to the altar before pleasuring her.
At the end of the hall there is a door which he kicks open unceremoniously, shutting it behind him with his foot. The room is dark, it's hard to see your surroundings before you're dumped onto a bed, hitting the mattress with an awkward oomph. The bed was soft, a bare mattress that seemed to be stained and slightly dry rotted, but anything is better than an operating table.
Before you could react Eddie grabbed your ankles, tugging you to the edge of the bed. There was something about his strength. He was so.. strong. He manhandled you with ease carrying and dragging you wherever he’d like. It made your cunt tingle as you thought of all the other things he could make you do.
“ How many do you want? “ he asked, suddenly. The little light in the room allowed you to see his face, there was almost a boyish excitement to him.
“ .. what? How many? “ you asked back, your brain was far too jumbled to make sense of anything right now.
“ Children. “
You pause, watching his excitement grow. His smile widened as his eyes glazed over almost, gazing down at you lovingly.
“ I think I want four.. I think four is the perfect number, “ he said mindlessly, not noticing your surprise, or maybe just not caring. “ Two little boys, two little girls, our perfect little home. Me, you.. And our little babies, “ he giggled in excitement.
Before you could respond you felt pressure against your panties. When you look down you see he's relaxed himself down onto you in the bed, pressing his bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy, you sigh softly as he gently grinds down on you, the sensation pleasant.
“ Maybe we could move to the country. I’d go to work everyday, and you’ll stay home.. cute and swollen.. with me… with.. me.. “ he mumbles under his breath, getting lost in his own fantasies. “ Doesn't that sound wonderful? “ he coaxed.
You nodded. You didn't have much of a say, you knew he was likely volatile.
He smiled at that, cupping your face with his hand.
“ So agreeable.. Like you’ve been gifted to me by the Lord above, “ he sang softly. His lustful gaze returns to your body. It's like he can't take his eyes off of you. He bites his bottom lip, reaching up to cup your pretty breasts through your bra.
He quickly reached back, his hands gliding down your shoulder blades to unclip your bra more deftly than you’d expect for a man his size. Gently, he slides the straps down your shoulders, pulling it off in one foul swoop, discarding it without a second thought.
His eyes snap down to your breasts, shamelessly ogling your boobs. You were his wife after all, why would you care?
Big hands come up to cup your breasts, his thumb gently rubbing over your nipples, watching them harden under his touch. His hands tug on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly.
“ Mm.. so beautiful, “ he praised mindlessly, like it was his second nature. He leaned in, licking one of your nipples, before latching onto it like a babe. He sucked happily, his other hand tweaking and lightly pinching your other one.
But he doesn't linger for long, his mind racing at a million thoughts a second, all of them about you.
Your panties are gone before you can process it, his big strong hands holding the outsides of your thighs as your legs rest on his shoulders. You don't even remember moving your legs, in hindsight he probably moved them himself.
His eyes are transfixed on your slit, watching in almost childlike wonder. You were so wet, you could feel it, and he could certainly see it. One of his hands comes up to rest on the top of your cunt, his thumb grazing up and down your slit, gently spreading your folds.
“ oh.. darling you dont even have to be altered.. “ he said in amazement, you don't dwell on what that means as he continues to coo. “ such a perfect place to plant my seed, to grow our family, “
He brings his thumb up to his lips, slipping the tip of his thumb in, tasting your juices. His eyes widen, practically sparkling as he tastes you.
When he pulls his thumb out of his mouth he practically dives in, leaning down to envelope your cunt in his mouth, lapping at the juices leaking out. He hummed in satisfaction, allowing his tongue to push past your folds, licking the outside of your hole meekly.
He brings his hand up to press a finger into your hole, his thick digit rubbing up against your walls experimentally.
“ You know darling, I’ve read many things about women’s bodies, “ he says slowly, “ your body is so powerful.. yet so sensitive. “ he brings his thumb up to gently rub on your clit, most likely a skill he had learned in whatever books he was talking about. You shiver at the sensation, breathing deeply. He notices, and his grin widens. “ Yes, that feels good doesn't it? “ he asked as he pushed another finger in.
You don't know what to say, because yes it does, it feels too good. Why were you doing this? This man was a monster. But you suppose denying an easily agitated serial mutilator wasn't ideal on your list, and the way he grinds on you..
“ Mhmm.. feels good.,. “ you manage to whimper out, and that satisfies him.
He speeds up his fingers, replacing his thumb with his tongue as he lightly sucked on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You can feel his fingers push up against your walls, trying to find that spot inside you.
He pushes around a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting that spot perfectly.
You feel your breath leave you as his ministrations overwhelm you. It was wonderful, you feel your body tensing and tingling as he coaxes an orgasm out of your body.
He laps up your juice as you cum, curling his tongue inside you as you ride it out.
The moment goes still, he simply stares at you, face to face with your glistening pussy, like he's entranced. He rubs his thumb along your slit, gathering your slick.
You look up to the grimey ceiling, trying to catch your breath as he crawls up, hands on either side of your head as he smiles down at you. His face is still wet, covered in your juices, which he clearly doesn't plan on wiping off anytime soon.
“ My love, oh my love.. “ he crooned down at you, his voice low, and masculine. It reverberated inside of your mind like an echo in an empty cave. He took your hand, and pressed it against his bulge. It felt big, like big big, like the rest of him. “ Can you feel what you do to me? The way you make me feel.. “
He laid you back gently, spreading your legs with his hands, palming and groping at the fat of your thighs. He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to reveal muscular thighs, and his cock. He's.. big. Like very big, and deliciously thick, leaking precum down his shaft. He watched you stare at him, stroking himself to your reaction.
“ Are you ready to consummate our union, darling? “ he asked, his voice manic, but still loving. You, speechless, just nod.
When he slides it it's almost painful, you can feel your body stretch to accommodate his inhumane size. He’s genuinely whimpering over you, his deep voice whiny as your cunt clenches around him.
When he finally bottoms out it's painful, you can't even formulate a thought as you feel the heavy sensation of his cock inside of you. He's definitely enjoying himself though.
“ Oh- ohh darling.. darling darling.. , “ his voice is heavily laced with want, need for your body. He pulls out almost entirely, before slamming back into you.
“ OH- oh gosh- “ you yelp, grabbing onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his torn and tattered dress shirt. He dragged his fat cock along your insides, filling you deliciously. Fuck he was big, and good, so fucking good.
His hand snakes down your stomach, pawing at your flesh as it makes its way to its final destination, your clit. His big strong fingers lazily start to trace circles on your clit, a little shakily, as everytime he thrusted into you your entire body shakes wildly.
He watched you as he fucked you in pure and total awe. This was the moment he’d been waiting for for years. He was finally becoming a husband, a father, he could finally reach his one and only goal in life.
“ YES-.. oh yes yes you are wonderful, so- wonderful.. warm, wet, welcoming.. “ he babbled above you, drool building up at the corner of his mouth. This was the most enticing sight he’d ever seen, his lovely wife being impregnated.
“ EDDIE- Eddie-! “ you whine pathetically as his thick cock bullies your insides relentlessly, the loud vulgar sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, along with the wet squelch of your pussy.
“ Darling, sweet girl I am.. awfully sorry but I- ahh.. wont last much longer- “ he murmured as he ducked down to kiss you.
His fingers sped up, his hips sped up, and after one, two, three thrusts you felt yourself orgasm, it was intense, a wave that washed over your limps from head to toe. You cunt tightened around him, and he quickly followed, finishing deep inside of you while frantically kissing you.
After he finally stilled the room got real quiet.
All of the intense sensations stopped. Eddie had finally stilled on top of you, his heavy, sweaty body pinned yours to the mattress, not that you minded. When Eddie finally pulled himself back to reality he slipped his softened cock out of you.
He leaned down and kissed you a few more times, softly, and sweetly.
“ I love you, dearest, I know we will make a very happy family one day, “
"My sweet girl!~" the maniac sang as he saw you. Mr. Gluskin had been convinced that, instead of his bride, you were his and Waylon's daughter. "You're getting too big, honey! You're making daddy feel old."
Eddie grabbed your hand and twirled you around. "Oh, stop growing! Daddy wants his little girl to stay little forever!" He says with a laugh, setting you back on the rotting wooden floors. "Tomorrow is a special day! My little girl turns five!" You weren't five. Or four. You were an adult. A grown-ass adult!
He dressed you in these ridiculous frilly dresses. "You're my little princess," Eddie would say to you as he dressed you. That's another thing, he never let you do anything on your own. He would bathe you as best he could in the run-down place. He would make your clothes and dress you in them. He would force Waylon to cook for you. Eddie also insisted you were too skinny and "That's not good for a growing girl your age."
Hi, guys. Again, I am here to show off how much I like teeth. This time it’s for Eddie.
Based off this shot (despite the graphics from the time the game came out) he’s surprisingly detailed and I did my best to try and get a good look at his teeth (because I love doing that)
One central incisor (front two teeth) is crooked and is slightly over the other. One lateral incisor looks chipped, crooked or possibly even crooked inward as well. And one incisor is less dull or chipped than the other!
Do with this info as you please, I just thought it was fun to point this out. :))
also I just realized I unintentionally used the transgender colors but fuck yeah let’s go trans moment with a trans poster
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