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𓂃۶ৎ Bunny ⋆˚࿔ Bun ⋆˙⟡
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Tag Game (the og post was getting a little long, but here's the link)
tagged by @lumilily <3
Search each prompt in Pinterest and use the first pic that comes up! ★ Animal ★ Aesthetic ★ Background ★ Character ★ Food ★ Show ★ Movie
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I decided this would be fun to hop onto! The fact that I got gravity falls for a show, and I've yet to watch a single episode- is this a sign-
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ty for tagging me!! I love these games :) very happy with what I got but Louise is taking me tf out - but very in love with getting morticia and gomez :))
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Omg @avgdestitute thank you for the tag!! This was fun to do. OMGGG and we both got pancakes!!
I love how colorful mine are, ty Pinterest 😛
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“Johnny please!” You whine, clawing at his vest and looking up at him with big needy eyes.
“You know that I can’t help you right now, love.” The Scotsman cooed back. And it was true, he couldn’t help you at the moment, he was preoccupied with training the new batch of recruits that came in last week. The only reason why he could pop in and check on you was because Simon was out on the field with them. Thought he knew that Simon would soon need him back down there.
You groaned and rolled around so that you were now lying on your stomach. The firm cushions of Simon’s office couch did nothing to comfort your aching body. The wolf hybrid had ordered you to stay in there once he found out about your sudden heat.
“Please Johnny I need you.” You lifted your hips up and arched your back a bit, presenting yourself to the grizzly man in front of you. If it wasn’t for his military training and discipline, he would have gave in just from your scent alone. God, it was so sweet and thick, it would make any man’s pupils bloat in a matter of seconds.
“Shh lovey, you have to be patient. Soon we’ll both come and help you, okay? You want Simon’s knot don’t you?” He asked, teasing sympathy was laced through each vowel he spoke. All you could do was nod and bite down on your puffy bottom lip.
“Then be patient. Now stay and be good.” He ruffled your hair before leaving the room, locking the door behind him. He didn’t give two fucks about the extremely noticeable tent in his pants. He was grateful that they were thick enough to hide the pre-cum he knew was leaking through his boxers and staining the interior.
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“How is she?” Simon grunted to Johnny quietly, watching the recruits run lap after lap.
“Desperate. Poor thing is probably clawing at the door waiting for us.”
“Did you give her any?”
Johnny sighed at Simons question. Though really he knew the answer. All it took was one look at Johnny’s pants to come to the conclusion that he didn’t. Simon shook his head and let out a deep sigh. He knew it was going to be a long night.
“Let’s wrap this up then, still gotta fill out a lot of shit so we can take this week off.”
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Four hours
They both had been gone for four more hours, leaving you in that stuffy office too moan and whimper all alone.
You laid on that same couch the whole time, you had at some point pulled your slick soaked pants and panties down and used the only thing you had to attempt to satisfy yourself.
Your fingers smoothed over your clit, giving you orgasm after orgasm, but nothing cured your ache for Johnny’s tongue or Simon’s knot.
Fingering your sweet cunny didn’t help either, you could barely reach your own g-spot without their help. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you called out for them. You had been so patient (not) but you couldn’t wait much longer. Slick stained Simon’s couch along with a bit of drool. You were so out of it that you didn’t even hear the door open. You only noticed you weren’t alone when a rough palm gently pet your thigh. You looked up before scrunching your brows.
“Si… you took too long.” You pouted, your fingers still trying to reach that sweet spot in you. “I know baby. Let us make it up to you, yeah?” The lights then turned off, thanks to Johnny who was standing by the door. Before you could get any words out, Simon took your busy hand and gently slid your fingers out of you, causing you to ket out a frustrated whine. He chuckled before bringing your hand up to his mouth and sucking the slick off your wrinkled digits. He then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, taking an old jacket that was in the office and using it to cover your exposed parts.
“Let’s get you back to bed lovey.” Simon hummed, Johnny wanted to make a snarky job as you two walked past but Simon gave him a look, knowing him too well to let him agitate you even more.
They took you back to Johnny’s barrack, unlocking the door before stepping into the room. It was a disaster, clothes thrown about wildly from your pre-heat nesting. There were beer cans and wrappers from Johnny’s “midnight snacks.” Simon only shook his head and sighed in disbelief, you both knew how much of a clean freak he could be.
He set you on the bed before peeling the rest of your damp clothes off. You whimpered when you saw Simon’s hands reach down to touch you, craving the peace he would finally give you, but that never came. Instead you watched Johnny butt him out of them way and drop between your legs.
“Lost ye mind if ya thought that I would let him fuck his knot into ya before I got a taste.” He groaned against your skin as he licked stripes up your thighs. He licked each lip before laying his heavy tongue flat against your slit. You let out the most sultry moan and you slid your hand through his mohawk, pulling him closer until his face was pressed up against your pretty cunt.
He sucked on your clit, tongue fucked your hole, spit on it, everything. He carried on for well over 30 minutes. Coaxing at least 5 or 6 orgasms out of you. Simon had sat down on a couch in the corner, jerking off at his own pace.
Lying against the bed, panting and whining, you hooked your legs off of his shoulders. You pushed his head away from you with your toes, making him look up at you. “Whats wrong lovey, you were doing so good.”
“No more… need a knot please…” you begged. Johnny wiped the slick off his lips and chin before standing. Simon instantly replacing him, you hadn’t even noticed that he had gotten up.
“I have what you need baby.”
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1. New Home
2. Are We There Yet?
3. Dinner and Liquor
4. Pretty Puppy
Being a bat hybrid was not for the weak.
Sound wasn’t just sound to you. it had shape, texture, weight. It moved. It lingered. It layered over itself until the air felt thick with it. A chair scraping across the floor didn’t just make noise; it splintered into sharp, jagged lines that scraped along your nerves. Voices weren’t just voices, they pulsed with emotion. Irritation buzzed low and grating. Laughter flickered bright and quick.
And you couldn’t turn it off.
There was no such thing as silence. Not really. Not ever.
Even in the dead of night, there were frequencies bouncing off the walls; pipes humming, electricity whispering through wires, the faintest movements of air shifting through vents. It all came back to you, echoing, overlapping, building into something that pressed against your skull until it hurt.
Most days, you could manage it. You had to.
You learned how to sit still even when your senses screamed. Learned how to breathe through the migraines, how to ground yourself when the world got too loud, too sharp, too much. You learned how to act normal.
But “manageable” didn’t mean easy.
And it definitely didn’t mean painless.
The team noticed.
Of course they did. they were trained to notice things like that. The slight flinch when someone dropped something. The way your shoulders tensed when too many people talked at once. How your focus would suddenly snap, eyes unfocused like you were listening to something no one else could hear.
At first, they didn’t say anything.
They just… adjusted.
Conversations got a little quieter. Movements a little more careful. Doors were closed softer, footsteps lighter. Someone, probably without admitting it, started keeping painkillers stocked, casually sliding them your way whenever the signs got too obvious to ignore.
It was their way of helping without making it a thing.
Without making you feel different.
And for a while, that was enough. Or at least, it was all anyone thought they could do.
Because what else was there to do?
You couldn’t exactly escape your own senses.
You couldn’t step out of the noise when the noise followed you everywhere.
So they worked around it, and you endured it, and the whole thing settled into an unspoken understanding.
Everyone accepted it.
Everyone except John.
John noticed the same things the others did, but where they saw something to work around, he saw a problem that needed fixing.
And John didn’t ignore problems.
He started small.
At first, it was just observation, really watching you. Not the quick, trained glances the others used, but something more deliberate. He paid attention to patterns. When it got worse. What triggered it. How long it lasted. What you did to cope.
And he noticed how you never said anything.
Not once.
That’s what got to him the most.
Because from his perspective, that wasn’t strength.
It was you suffering in silence because you thought you had to.
And he wasn’t going to let that keep happening.
He noticed how much calmer you were when you were on missions, despite being surrounded by screaming and gun fire.
It was because of your headset, it muffled things so well. It didn’t comply cancel out noise, it didn’t need to be. It was perfect.
So John had the idea to get you a custom pair made just for you to wear around the base, so that things were more tolerable and comfortable.
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At first, it didn’t make sense.
You struggled in the base, but out on missions? Surrounded by chaos, by shouting, by gunfire and explosions
You were better.
Not perfect, but like you could actually breathe.
John noticed that.
At first, he thought maybe it was adrenaline. Focus. The way your training kicked in and forced everything else into the background.
But that didn’t explain it fully.
So he watched closer.
Paid attention to the details most people would miss.
And then he saw it.
The headset.
It wasn’t anything special to anyone else, standard gear, part of the uniform. But every time you put it on, something in you shifted. Your shoulders dropped just a little. Your movements got smoother, less tense. Your reactions stopped being split between a hundred invisible stimuli and locked onto what actually mattered.
It didn’t block everything out.
It took the unbearable edge off the world and made it something you could exist in without constantly fighting against it.
That was the difference.
That was the solution.
And the second John realized that, the problem stopped being unsolvable.
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You didn’t know anything about it at first.
Of course you didn’t.
John wasn’t the type to make a big deal out of things like this, not when he could just fix the issue quietly and put the result in your hands.
He got his hands on your headset first.
Not permanently, just long enough to have it analyzed. He wanted to know exactly what it was doing, what frequencies it dampened, what it let through, how it balanced clarity with protection.
Then he went further.
He had conversations, brief, direct, to the point. People who specialized in audio engineering, sensory regulation, equipment modification. He didn’t care how complicated it sounded or how long it would take.
He just needed one thing:
Something that worked for you.
Not standard issue. Not “good enough.”
Tailored.
Precise.
You needed control.
So that’s what he had them build.
.
The first time you saw them, you didn’t even realize what they were.
John handed them to you without much explanation, like it was just another piece of equipment. Another routine adjustment.
“Try them,” he said simply.
You turned them over in your hands, confused.
They looked… similar to your mission headset, but smaller and more lightweight. Designed for comfort instead of combat. The materials were softer, the structure less rigid.
“John…”
“Just try them.”
There wasn’t much room to argue with that tone.
So you did.
You slipped them on, adjusting them slightly
And with that everything changed.
The sharp edges dulled into something manageable. The constant overlapping frequencies untangled, no longer clawing at each other inside your head. Distant noises stayed distant. Closer ones felt… contained.
Organized.
Your breath caught.
It wasn’t silence.
It was relief.
Real, immediate, undeniable relief.
For the first time in longer than you could remember, the world didn’t feel like it was pressing in on you from every direction at once.
It felt… livable.
You didn’t even realize how still you’d gone until John spoke again.
“Well?”
Your throat felt tight.
“I-” You stopped, trying to find the right word, but nothing quite fit. Nothing felt big enough to describe what this was.
So you settled for the truth.
“It’s… quiet.”
John studied you carefully, not the words, but the way you said them. The way your posture had changed, the tension that had eased without you noticing.
And for the first time since this whole thing started, he looked satisfied.
“Good,” he said.
You looked back at him, something uncertain flickering in your expression. “What is this?”
“Yours,” he answered, like it was obvious.
Your grip tightened slightly on the headset.
This wasn’t someone handing you meds and hoping it would take the edge off.
This was effort.
Attention.
Understanding.
He’d seen the problem, and instead of working around it, instead of expecting you to just endure it
He changed the environment.
John shifted his weight slightly, already half-turning like the conversation was over, like this wasn’t something that needed acknowledgment.
“Wear them around base,” he said. “If they need adjusting, we’ll fix it.”
We’ll.
Not you.
Not figure it out yourself.
We.
And just like that, he started to walk off mission accomplished, problem handled.
But this time, you didn’t just let it pass.
“…John.”
He stopped.
Didn’t turn around right away, but he waited.
You swallowed, the words feeling heavier than they should.
“…Thank you.”
There was a brief pause.
Then a small nod, barely visible.
“Don’t mention it.”
𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖
Chapter Two || Bubbly
Pairings: John price x Reader
Warnings: unprofessional work environment, suggestive
𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖
Chapter one || Assistant
Pairing: John Price x Reader
Warning: Unprofessional work environment, anxious reader
𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈
Chapter 2 Il The ledger
Pairings II poly tf141 x reader
Warning Il Illegal jobs, dirty money, gets slightly suggestive at the end, mentions of drinking,
𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈
Chapter 1 || back to black
Pairings || poly tf141 x reader
Warning || a small glimpse of a verbally abusive relationship, drinking
Hey everyone! I don’t expect a lot of people to see this but I am back to writing!! I’m sorry for the inconsistency! I am taking requests but stories take priority so please be patient!
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Updating/ongoing!!!
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Hey everyone! I don’t expect a lot of people to see this but I am back to writing!! I’m sorry for the inconsistency! I am taking requests but stories take priority so please be patient!
Here is what ill be doing
Updating/ongoing!!!
• buttercream
• apple cores
• Warm Hands
• Secrets
Under construction/Editing!!!
• Prey
• Warm Hands
Up Coming!!!!
• Casket Girl
• Home, Sweet Home (frank castle x reader)
• Personalities
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1. White Dress
2. The Perfect Dinner
3. Recipes
Trigger warnings: sexual content, drinking, alcoholism, angst, mentions of abuse, etc
Apple Cores
Recipes
Ch 3.
Kinktober Day 4
Voyeurism 
John can’t take his eyes off her
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Kinktober Day 2.
Coming untouched
John price was never one to pass up a difficult rookie. But this sweet bird, she just needed a little guidance, thats all. 
Kinktober Day 1
Masturbaition
John price whose guilty pleasure is you and you only.
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