Grey

18, ADHD, I write shit sometimes, I love you my baby’s & the love you bring my account. ‹3

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Masterlist:

— Anything & Any fandom but not ageplay, poop, and just anything problematic. Everything else is on the table even vore and gore if you’re into that. Not my thing so idk how good it’ll be but yeah.

— I will write any AU, Smut, Request but it might take me a minute.

— Send me any Requests / DM’s / or just chats!

— That’s it, I’m tired of remaking this 800 times to fit a new aesthetic.

Love you baby. ‹3

[tojisteddy]

cw: 18+ mdni, fauxcest (big brother!Simon),

And yeah Big Brother!Simon is exactly the type to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder so leisurely and the second someone’s comes or looks close he’s giving your tit a squeeze in his large tattooed hand and finding any excuse to whisper in your ear.

It’s a miricle if the guy still wants to come up to you after that, but you’re so desensitized to it, only with Simon because he wanted you to meet his friends. You’re still typing away at your phone while Simons got a first hand around your breast, lifting your chin up to suck that little spot behind your ear he knows you like.

The guy clears his throat, “Your boyfriend looks jealous-“

“Ah- My brother,” you correct, swatting Simon’s head away. You give the guy a glance, just okay in the face, you’re back to typing at your phone in an instant.

Simon nods, annoyance written in his brown eyes, “You should go.”

a/n: I’m just yapping

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There needs to be more appreciation for fauxcest

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Hi i love the hybrid nikto fic your writting is very good,it's okey to request more of hybrid bear nikto and hybrid cow reader?

Yes, I would love it if you did <3

I might be a bit rusty as if I wasn’t before but hopefully it’ll be good!

CW: Kidnapping, Knifes/Cuts, starving maybe???, Sex, Non Con, Breeding kink, tit milking and I think that’s it.

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Crushed under his massive body, hairy arms tucked comfortably around your waist as he slept. The pulsating sting of your thigh with his name, tail wrapped around him as you tried to make yourself comfortable for the winter.

Hands and legs bound, the rope pulled tight and rubbing raw against your delicate skin.

Something he would enjoy seeing.

The thought swirled around in your mind, he didn’t care for you like you had originally thought in that medical station. He was nothing but a cunning bear, mother always warned you about the wolves but never about the bears.

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you shook with silent sobs, this was your life from this day forward. Horns poking into his head as you jerked with emotion, snot running down your lips, you were such a disgusting sight.

Just a helpless little cow ripe with milk and plump for the taking.

With a hitch of your breath a hand gripped down on your face, mushing your chubby cheeks in a bone crushing grip.

“Why won’t the cow stop mooing? Is the bed not good enough for your liking, would you rather lay on a bed of hay than with the man who loves you, Эта глупая девица никогда не знает, когда ей хорошо.”

His voice was rough with sleep and a ravenous anger, his eyes glazed over with a dark shadow in the dimly lit cabin.

“I—“ He jerked your head closer to him. “Тишина. Сон.” Before he slammed your head down on the pillow, “Poke us with horns again, it will not be pleasant.”

You just sniffled once more in a silent agreement, throughout the night you didn’t move, trying to choke back every sob that threatened to escape.

And that was it, that was your life for several weeks. Just laying in bed, given his scraps until hibernation started, and begging anything, even the trees outside to get you out of this position.

The start of spring rolled around after several months, you were hopeful that the season change would bring you freedom. The release from his claws, teeth lifted from your throat.

But it wasn’t.

Even waking up for a few minutes at a time to signal the end of his hibernation, he only held on tighter. The first few nights passed of him waking up to groan and growl then pass back out. But the fifth night was when it all changed.

You felt a rough hand jerk down your underwear, the only symbolism of dignity you had left. A scream tore from your lips as you were torn from a light nap. But it was quickly cut off with his meaty paw clamped shut over your mouth.

“Don’t fight us, Милый. Months without you, we deserve this. We deserve all of you, from that tiny useless brain in your dense skull to your fat utters.”

He grabbed a handful of your fatty breast, swollen with milk from months of neglect. It was so painful, his rough callouses brushing against your aching nipple. You were way over due for a milking.

He leaned his head down to bite the other, drawing an ear shattering, muffled scream from your lips. His hand diluted any signal of distress, let alone if there even was a single house or person near by.

A little dribble of milk escaped with the bite, a flush of embarrassment powdering your cheeks. His mouth was agonizing, but the thought of his lips on your swollen breasts, sucking all the milk had you dripping down onto the worn sheets.

His tongue swirling around in circles, making you leak milk all down yourself and onto his chin. A breathless gasp finally released as he took his hand away, but only to find your clit. Causing you to arch into him as he finally started sucking the swell of you.

A strangled moan tore from your throat, the white hot pleasure of his mouth and tongue had your head spinning. Switching between breasts, sucking hard as he rubbed firm circles over and over again.

“Don’t— it’s— it’s too much! I can’t—“

Your legs tensing, almost locked up as you felt that flutter deep in your belly cutting you off. You were about to cum on your kidnappers hand, the very man who ruined you.

But in that moment, you didn’t care, grinding your hips into his hand. A hitched breath as you threw your head back, a long moo of pleasure echoing off the walls. Bringing the shame back but only for a second, eyes thrown back into your skull so fast you felt dizzy, mouth wide with uncontrolled primal sounds.

“Such a pretty cow, making beautiful sounds for us.” His fingers were relentless, drawing every twitch and beg out of you as your poor clit was already overstimulated. Barely able to take in a breath for the intense sting of pleasure all over your body.

Right as you were certain you were gonna black out, his hand eased off your clit to run through your slick folds. Gathering up your sticky pleasure and shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck, clean the mess you made, you will realize just how much you love us.”

Tongue swirling around them as you felt the last of the milk be drained from your breasts with the pinch of his hand. Pulling his fingers back out of your moth, a relieved sigh fell from your lips as you laid back onto the bed.

Eyes closing as it was over.

Until his thick veiny cock was running through your folds from behind, nudging against your over sensitive clit while dragging against your soppy opening.

He wasted no time plunging into you, he wasn’t a gentle man. Him milking you was the nicest thing he was capable of, only because he couldn’t comfortable grip your whole tit in his hand anymore.

Punishing thrusts of his hips, the obscene slap of him against your ass mingling with the juices of your wet cunt. It was filthy, loud, and dangerous. Cows were born to take the cocks of big bulls, made of muscle with heavy thrusts. But his was almost twice as thick and long, it felt like you were about to tear open with every thrust.

Soon enough you felt the familiar heat in your belly, not again, that didn’t stop the feeling from crawling up anyways. His thrusts relentless as your walls fluttered, not a light pulse. You were practically trying to bury his cock in you. A wide gape then a bruising grip, desperate for his release.

He groaned a deep rumble of his chest, it was delicious pleasure for him. This beautiful slut of a cow was now his personal fuck toy. He could use her anytime he wanted, he planned on fattening her up again after this winter was over. He missed that belly.

He growled, gripping your waist to pull you back on him, starting to meet the crashing with his own thrusts. His cock twitching deep inside you, until he bit down on your shoulder. Marking his territory once more as he came with a final thrust, hot, sticky cum spurting deep into your cervix.

He was laying behind you, continuing to bite and mark. Soothing the sting with his scalding hot tongue, the rough pad against your shoulders was a sensory shock as his hot breath fanned against you.

Slowly he started to pump his sticky length back into you again.

“We’re gonna stuff you full, put our cub in you, and when you’re all round and big with our offspring we’ll make a nice little den for you. And we’ll do it all over again until we have our own little family.”

He pulled your head back and placed a kiss on your lips, tasting the sweetness of your lips before he ruined you again.

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took forever, I was just away for like 80 years. But I’m back now, and I hope you really love this, baby. <3

[tojisteddy]

Gentle Ogre!Simon knows he’s too big to stick it in Fairy!Reader (it’ll probably kill you) so he only rubs the tip on you… right?

cw: 18+ mdni, SIZE K!NK, monster fvcking (let’s have fun guys), just the tip!!!, kinda crack

ANNNKK, wrong answer forehead!

Why would Ogre!Simon ever just run his fat and leaking cockhead on you when he’s imagined himself inside of you to the very hilt when he’s imagined you sobbing yout cute little heart out, stomach full every time he manages to just fit a little bit inside you. The way you’d be gurgling out his cum as he painted your walls and every bit of you white— he fought those evil human bastards with his dick heavy and bricked in his pants thinking about your cunt sopping wet on him.

He did you a massive favor once by moving the tree your entire bloodline lived in for you, helping plant it somewhere safe so of course, as the general of the Faries in charge of war and negotiations, you promised Ogre!Simon anything he wanted in return.

Who’d think that would be rubbing your tits against his cock that was bigger than the size of you, your tongue lapping around and inside his urethra you’ve grinding your fucking pretty and glistening Pearl on. Have had Ogre!Simon hold you down against the large dark brown table of his small kitchen, using his thick digit to open your gummy cunt open till you were squirting up his arm, not hesitating to slurp uo the syrupy sap that made a mess on him, groaning at the taste.

Ogre!Simon swore he’d just rub his cock against you, let you feel every vein from your to your cunt, to your stomach to your gorgeous face, have you kiss on it the way he likes every time he’d do a little thrust- but you were fucking creaming today. God his urethra all white before he could even start because you’d been thinking about him all day. Your fairy wings flutter in anticipation, squeezing your thighs together that didn’t help either the sheer of your green outfit. Slick covering the mound of you- Ogre!Simon would just fit the tip in.

Your eyes shoot open at the feel of his massive tip, stretching you full, your legs above your head as you let out a loud cry, “Y-you said-“

“—Know wha ‘ve said love- just- anh- jus- bloody ‘hell honey!” and Ogre!Simon is chocking on his own words with moans, groans filling the whole house. His head is thrown back as the loud squelch of your tight walls taking his cockhead, not even the whole thing. Just half of it got you sobbing, and throbbing around Ogre!Simon, the monsters breeder balls swinging everytime he give your needy and tiny little pussy a little thrust.

“Simon, mmm Simon!” You mewl, eyes rolling into your skull, what would the princess think of you like this fairy!reader? “Negotiations” going well? Sure, getting screwed by the kind ogre more than 12 times your size, guts filled with his pre as you shake in his calloused hand, squirting and cumming so hard it almost knocks you out.

And Ogre!Simon used you, your pretty yet limp body in one hand as he rolls his hand up and down his aching length, till he’s cumming in his hand and down to the kitchen floor. Accidentally Smearing his cum on your ethereal face, trying to wipe the sweat away.

“I’ll ‘ave t’ get you a fuckin bath in here dove,” he sighs, standing and taking steps towards the sink, heavy footsteps hitting the floor, “Probably ‘ave my kid the way we’re going.”

a/n: I was evil laughing while writing this, hold my beer. Was I watching Peterpan? No further questions.

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I love impossible things it’s so whimsical and hot, I need this, I wanna be a small fairy used as a literal fleshlight with feelings <3

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Thinking about grinding against ftm!Roach’s pussy.

Slick building between you, sweat dripping down the crevasses of your body’s as you both chase that tingly high. Leaning into each others face, both desperate to see the others eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure. The agonizing grind of his huge clit against yours, tiny whines escaping your lips when he bucks up into you as you both come undone.

A/N: I’m backkkkk I was gone for so long, PSA any aesthetic I had before is gone now, also I will be returning soon and I have some requests I need to do, I will get to you don’t worry, Love you baby. ‹3

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BearHybrid!Nikto x CowHybrid!User

(yes I’m bringing this back and it’s so ass cause I wrote this while I’m sick, I got some new flu variant thing so that sucks. It’s kicking my ASS rn)

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Nikto, the Russian brown bear. Enough fur to drown a man, but he would be damned if he allowed anyone close enough to even feel a fiber of his fluffy fur.

He was labeled as a cold and ruthless killer, the soldier status was almost just for show. Just a red target on the biggest weakness he could exploit. The way he killed an enemy was never the same, some lost their eyes to his dagger, others were lucky enough to just have their skull ripped open by the jaw.

A quick death from a bear who usually liked to play with its prey was a blessing from the heavens above.

As training day quickly approached, so did his hibernation. The early winter months making him even more ruthless and agitated, but he did have that slow, methodical tactic.

No longer as active, but if provoked the behemoth of a hybrid wouldn’t hesitate to attack a “brother”, there were no limits to his aggression. Making him a wonderful asset.

It was a foggy and cold morning, groggy after being drawn out of bed. All he wanted to do was eat a big meal and finally let his body rest, but he couldn’t do that. He was too stubborn, insisting he had a few more days left.

A few drops of dew landed on his shoulder from the leaves, a low growl of annoyance rumbled through his chest as he ripped the entire branch off and slammed it on the ground.

“One of you sorry bastards gets first pick.”

He snarled, pointing to the weapon rack. A recruit practically ran to it, grabbing a fixed knife.

“Predictable. You don’t grab one of those unless you plan on being a fake bushcraft wannabe. You want something that would do damage from a distance.”

That was when he pulled out his butchers cleaver, pulling a ghost-white face from every recruit. Some were certain they pissed themselves, they had to face against Nikto. Not just Nikto but Nikto with a butcher knife.

The first recruit slowly made his way to the middle ground, the training about to start. He had no idea if Nikto was gonna show him proper combat or use him as a demonstration doll.

Eventually Nikto raised the cleaver, starting a non-regulation knife fight. The recruit lunged to the ground to dodge the strike coming at his throat.

“First strike, never give up your ground.” He yelled at the recruit, sharp fangs beared like he was going in for the kill.

That was until the recruit sliced the knife through his upper arm in a desperate adrenaline boost.

“You bitch.” The words were spat like acid, his Russian accent deepening with unbridled anger. He tried to slash again but some of the higher up’s grabbed him, bringing him to the ground and disarming him. They had been called shortly after the first swing by another recruit, saving him from decapitation at the hands of a salty and livid bear.

He was forced to the med-bay, this felt like defeat. Forced to give up and leave a target on the loose, it was an insult to his pride. And kill count. The walk was filled with plans of revenge, some of the nastiest things he’s been dying to execute.

That was, until he saw you.

A cow hybrid.

A little belly, rounded horns, soft ears, and a rough tail. All in some scrubs, the same scrubs ripping him of the view of those beautiful curves.

You were something weak, something he could stick his fangs into and pick the meat from the bone. But he didn’t want to.

Something in his chest tightened, it hurt. Felt like he had a nail wedged in his heart, stopping it from beating properly.

His ears flicked back and a growl he’d never had before escaped, it was a low purr almost. It wasn’t his usual dangerous roar or deep rumble of annoyance. It was sultry, deep, and almost pathetic.

He couldn’t stop staring, his tiny, little tail sweeping behind him.

What was this?

Why couldn’t he pull himself away, why did he want to be around you? Why? He never liked anyone before, sure he would tolerate a teammate on a mission but immediately retract after that.

This, this was different. He felt his heart failing, his throat burn pink, and he felt something dark. Something dangerous.

He had to have you.

Slowly stalking over with his hand on his arm, a dramatic display of pain. It barely even hurt, but he was milking it. He wanted his cow.

“Oh! Oh my goodness, are you okay? What happened, sweetheart?”

Your hands gently brushing below his injury, looking at the cut with a logical gaze. Figuring out the best plan of care.

He winced as your hands touched his arm, a pathetic look in his eyes behind the mask.

“Черт, детка, мне так больно. Мне нужна твоя помощь.”

Bringing him to a room, you carefully started cleaning his wound. Getting the dirt out with saline, a bandage and some scar aftercare with a bottle of pain killers.

Later at lunch, when you were enjoying your coffee. You could’ve sworn it tasted…off. You brushed it off as someone probably hadn’t cleaned the coffee machine after a while. Besides it was a med-bay, who had time to clean a coffee machine constantly?

Finishing off the coffee in the break room, but you didn’t get far, just to the back door as you were about to head out for some fast food. Falling down right onto the concrete, you felt your limbs go heavy, right as your eyes closed. He was there.

“да, the pain killers worked nicely.”

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Waking up in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere was an immediate shock of adrenaline, trying to move your body but you were tied to a chair. Left in your underwear and nothing to get out with.

Taking in the surroundings, it was an old cabin in the woods. A few cracks between the planks, a homey feel to it, if you hadn’t been kidnapped.

That’s when the front door opened and the cold air blew in, followed by a loud stomp of winter boots tracking in snow.

“Проклятая холодная погода, из-за неё моя шерсть постоянно намокает.”

You heard some things placed on the table, it sounded like groceries. And lots and lots of them. Like he was stocking for several months.

Then those stomps headed to the bedroom, you tensed, this was it. You were gonna die. All at the hands of a bear you saved earlier today.

He sauntered into the room, looking down at you. Thick winter clothes on, and that butchers cleaver in hand. He tossed it once and caught it before sliding the back of it down your thigh.

“Such a pretty cow, it would be a shame for her to go without a brand now wouldn’t it?”

He didn’t even give you time to react before he was slicing into your skin, deep enough to leave a dark scar for the rest of your life. He didn’t have an ounce of remorse for your screams of agony.

Just a wild animal, one with a warped mind and a Medal of Honor adorned on the wall.

“NIKTO” was carved across the whole length of your thigh, the burn excruciating, breathing heavy and teary-eyed you looked up at him. Eyes black with something you couldn’t decipher.

He grabbed your chair and lifted you and it effortlessly, carrying you to the bathroom where he poured rubbing alcohol on the wound. Getting a gut-wrenching scream from you.

Slapping a bandage on your thigh before un-tying you and carrying you to bed with your limbs bound together. Tossing you down before he settled on top of you, his massive figure swallowing you whole as his fur tickled your bare body.

It didn’t take long for him to finally fall asleep, holding you close as his snores rivaled a chainsaw. You sighed, your brain was wracking over and over again trying to make sense of this.

But at the same time, it was better to not understand just how wrong this was.

It was best to just get used to it, since this was your life now. Just act good, give him everything he wants, and you’ll be fine.

A look of recognition passed your features, but you slowly wrapped your tail around his waist. Being careful of your horns poking his chin, and just leaning into him.

If this was gonna be the rest of your life, might as well enjoy it. Even if it’s tied and forced to hibernate with a mentally unstable bear.

💙Requests are always welcome!💙

[alldowner]

ms paint doodle

[kiyodrawsko]

mmm captain price mmm

[cerosin-bis]

Happy new year everyone! Take care of you, have fun and focus on your wellbeing, alright?

[heisshiro]

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Oml🤯 i actually don’t have a reaction pic good enough for this, this is literally the best thing ever. It looks like something Soap would draw in his journal as a captain but it’s colored instead of sketched I love it sooooo much💙💙💙💙

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Criminal!Nikto

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Being in Spetsnaz for a couple decades took a lot out of someone, the change of pace to a new unit was supposed to be nice. Calming even. But that went south when Nikto started hearing things, causing him to start taking out presumed innocent military personnel.

Landing him in a high-class prison in Moscow to constantly be watched, and shamed for his decisions.

He was always a trouble maker, getting into fights, stealing from the officers, and sneaking contraband from his old teammates.

That’s how he wound up in your office. The nurse who always got stuck taking care of the brut.

Carefully taking his vitals and checking for injury after he got beat down badly by an officer for attacking him.

He had a few broken ribs, bruises, and several deep lacerations. No problem, you could fix him up just fine.

That was what you thought until he started flirting.

“You know, милый, you have really soft hands. I like feeling them on my own.”

This was normal, just the classic over flirty patient who thought they would get away with anything with a little smooth talking.

“I miss seeing your beautiful face every day, you know that?”

You chose to ignore how he called you beautiful, you knew you were beautiful. At least that’s what you told yourself in front of the mirror at 3am.

“My heart aches every time I part from моя драгоценная девочка.”

You had absolutely no idea what he was even saying to you, you might be able to read and speak a little Russian but most of the criminals here were skilled in several languages from all across the globe. It was like he knew and was teasing you for not being able to understand him.

“Когда ты позволишь мне быть с тобой, детка?”

“Yeah.” You just blindly said the first thing that came to mind. Next thing you knew he was slamming his lips into yours, gripping your scrubs with cuffed hands.

Pulling away and yelling for the guards, they came running in essentially saving you from the enemy like some grand old princess movie.

He was later transferred to another nurse, and put in a higher security area of the facility. Even more than what was his regular.

Eventually weeks passed, nothing short of good behavior for once. He was actually behaving. Maybe the other nurse put him in his place finally!

But that wasn’t the case when later at lunch he threw a tray across the room, forcefully landing it on some poor janitors head. As he said “He wasn’t hungry and he didn’t want this slop.”

Deep down, he wanted you.

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Making his way through the cells again after his tantrum he slumped down on his bed. Head in his hands as he thought about you. You were absolutely tearing him apart from the inside, every voice raged to have you. To be yours.

He would do anything you told him, whether that be to actually stop punching people or get down on the floor and lick shit. He would do both just for a chance at your love.

He had a grand idea. The more fights he got in, even if it was gonna make his life hell for longer, was a chance to see you. Act like a weakling and take every hit, get as fucked up as possible without dying.

So he did, the next lunch he slammed a tray over a guy at the table, a little smaller than him but still deadly in looks. Like he could throw a hell of a punch.

Fists swinging, left and right, over and over again until he was left a bloody mess on the floor.

Fuck his tough guy reputation, he needed to see you again.

Wheeled into the nurses station, eyes full of hope and desperation. He was almost in your arms again. As he finally caught a glimpse at you through the door’s window, your office, his home.

“I missed you so much.” Every word was punctuated with the closing of his throat, tears threatening to fall. He was so madly in love with you that it hurt. Hurt to think about. Hurt to think of you hating him for what he is. Hurt to think of you with someone other than him. Hurt to think of you leaving him here to suffer. Nobody was ever like you, nobody could ever replace you.

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Surprise was written on your face as those words escaped, had he really truly liked you? Or was this another show?

“Mhm, I can see that.”

“Don’t you give a damn about me?” The words were spit with venom, agony pouring from his heart. Anger, frustration, hopelessness, and desperation mixed into one depressing cocktail of emotions.

“I care about you.” “That’s your job.”

“What about me.”

You tried to hid the dropping of your gut, the way the room felt three times as small. Sweat dripping down your palms and onto your scrubs clenched in your grasp.

“I…I— it’s…I…” A deep sigh escaped your lips. “Look…I know this is odd for both of us, but I can’t just throw away my job and everything I’ve ever worked for, for your crush.”

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Crush?

Is that all you thought this was? No. He wasn’t crushing, he was demanding. Demanding your love, your support, and your care. He was demanding you.

He finally got had enough. The tight grip of the cuffs, the tears threatening to fall, sweat pouring down his eyebrows, and not to mention the sting of his injuries that couldn’t even compare to the sting he felt when you were about to reject him.

He snapped the cuffs in half with a jerk and bust over his knee, he didn’t care if he was on jelly legs. He marched over with the grace of a mad bull, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“Can’t you see that I love you damn it?! That I wouldn’t lay my heart down on a silver platter for you to devour if you so pleased! It feels like you’re actively trying to eat it out of my chest!”

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Disbelief warped on your face, he was serious.

Fuck…you knew he was gonna be trouble when you signed up. And you constantly deflected his advances even if they made your heart flutter. You might have had this tough girl act up, but that doesn’t mean there’s not a weak spot in the armor you’ve built so tightly around yourself.

You were gonna regret every minute after this, but you gave him a big kiss. It was heated, all the times he’s pissed you off, made your heart race, and feel as if you could quit the very same day.

After the slow separation, he looked down at you, absolutely stunned and trying to hold back the flood of emotions. Gently holding his face as he sobbed into your hands. Wrapping his arms around you, falling to his knees.

“Please…I can’t be without you…don’t leave me…love me…with every last drop of your love. I need it all, everything about you, I need it to live.”

You sighed, just rubbing his hair and whispering sweet words as he cried.

Who knew a big stupid brut could cry like a baby over the woman he loved?

🪙Requests are always welcome!🌷

[l3ibnest]

modern warfare 4

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made this today!!! pinterest is johnprices1efttoe

also peep the watermark on his arm lol 😭

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I love these things so much I would cry if I ever found a Sandman one from MW 3 I’ve found everyone but him strangely enough on insta tho? Least place I’d expect it considering my feed is the same as a 12 year old boys would be😭 I also got a fnaf one one time too

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same feed as a 12 y/o??? IM CRYING😭😭 & i lowkey think i could do a sandman one, so that could be arranged….!!

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OMG NO WAY!!! I WOULD ADORE THAT!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME IN IT IF YOU DO, DO IT!!!

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made this today!!! pinterest is johnprices1efttoe

also peep the watermark on his arm lol 😭

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I love these things so much I would cry if I ever found a Sandman one from MW 3 I’ve found everyone but him strangely enough on insta tho? Least place I’d expect it considering my feed is the same as a 12 year old boys would be😭 I also got a fnaf one one time too

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I have a terrible phobia of syringes, so guess who's coming with me to my flu shot appointment!

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🌺🌺🌺

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It’s just so peak😭

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(Does anyone else find spit and bodily fluids so gross but so hot or is that just a me thing?)

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CEO!Price

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You had the biggest interview of your life today, this was much different than all the part-time jobs you had in the past.

This one could actually pay the bills.

Walking into this twenty-story building, you were applying to be John Price’s personal assistant. The ex-military man notorious for firing someone just because they didn’t tuck in their shirt, yeah, that John Price.

People were flooding the place, everywhere you looked, someone was doing what looked to be a life or death task. Fear etched into everyone’s faces, even the more composed one’s.

Finally after a long elevator ride you approached the CEO’s office, knocking carefully on the door only to hear a gruff British voice. “C’me in.” He sounded as if he’s smoked away his lungs since birth, probably coal black on the inside and out.

Straightening out your uniform one last time before opening the door with a smile, “Hello, sir. I’m here for th—“ “Shut the fuck up.” What?

Surprise was clearly written on your face, who wouldn’t be surprised if you were introducing yourself and someone told you to shut up?

“Sit.” So you did, graceful as a new born deer, almost falling into the seat. This was already going to shit.

“Can’t stand on your own legs, dove?” You wanted to deny that, say you were perfectly capable of standing, of sitting, and most importantly of doing this job. But you didn’t, he didn’t seem like a man who would tolerate back talk.

“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick you out on your ass?” Panic filled you, was this really your last chance? Already? “Um, sir, I—…The bills are piling up and I— I don’t have enough to pay for them and—“

“Enough.” His voice was like steel, sharp and cold to the touch. You had fucked up big time. “Get out before I personally escort you, and you don’t wanna make me waste my time on that, it wouldn’t be good for your pretty face.”

Scurrying out of there in a heartbeat you made it outside with only just a tremble in your hands, he really was as bad as they made him out to be.

How had HR not got him yet?

Back to the job search, it’s probably gonna be some shitty diner on the outskirts of town that no one goes to other than the occasional crackhead.

But to your surprise a week later, all the applications you sent in asking, begging, for a chance to work you got hired as a barista!

But all the fun of learning how to make caramel crunches and mocha what-not ended harshly when you saw him pull around to the drive through from the bar.

He ordered a fucking caramel brulée latte?

That sure as hell didn’t suit his personality, but who were you to judge? You were definitely to judge. He fired you for speaking to him. So what did you do?

You spit a big fucking glob in his coffee, right at the bottom so when he least expected it he would get a glob of straight spit and cheap coffee.

Handing the drink to the drive-thru worker you had a smug grin, revenge never felt so good. You could almost picture it, him right at the best part of the coffee getting his sweet sweet pay back.

The next day he was…back? Oh god, you were about to be in a hell of trouble.

He walked up to the cashier, a smirk on his face. “I want the usual, and tell my dove to add a bit extra of her special ingredient this time.”

What?

There was no way he came back and said that…

But when he just looked at you, all expectant, it wasn’t a cruel joke. He actually wanted you to purposely spit in drink…Sick bastard.

Making his drink as his eyes never left your face, you could’ve sworn you were rose pink at this point. But when it came time to actually spit in his drink, his eyes were even more intense, like he was desperate for this. Like he craved this. He craved you, any part he could get of you. Whether that be spit, your flustered stare, or something more delicate.

You took a deep breath before spitting two globs in his drink with him watching, everyone in the building was absolutely horrified and you were too. Handing him the drink as he took a big gulp in front of you, “I’ll be back for the same thing tomorrow, dove.”

And with that he left, to rinse and repeat the process again tomorrow.

But that huge 1.5 million dollar donation a little later in the day surely wasn’t from him, right?

Maybe he just wanted to make sure that tiny coffee shop never ran out of supplies for his little dove to spit in.

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