#levs writings

[levs-letters]

john price who recently got his eyes checked and his prescription got stronger, and he’s a little insecure about it. he’s growing grey hair strands, his joints are slowly starting to stiffen, his brows have wrinkles from how much he furrows them…so, you comfort him about it, of course!

“o-oh, fuck— john—“ you gasp, his hands gripping your hips and bouncing you on his cock. you’ve already cum a few times, but it’s taking him a bit longer to than when he was younger. you wanted to comfort him, right? so just let him fuck you! he’s grunting words of praise as you ride him on the couch, meanwhile you’re too fucked out to process them.

“c’mon darlin’, ‘m almost there, fuck…”

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you didn’t think anything of it when you let simon borrow some deodorant— he reeked during the mission where he had been laying down in the mud for hours, scoped in and taking out any trouble that the rest of the team ran into. it was normal for you two, anyway.

just like how when he stares at your sandwich that you were snacking on during a meeting, you didn’t think twice before sliding half of it over to him. then, you saw how unsure he was, and picked it back up again before placing it in his gloved hand.

you could tell he was pretty shy. but he was sweet, too. like how when you let out a small shiver in the common room on the couch, and he laid half the blanket that he had on his lap over yours too. you didn’t think you’d make fast friends with the big guy, but you did. and you were happy.

…however, you were a bit confused when hybrid!simon mentioned doing something for your ‘courting anniversary’

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Price who when you dissociate, he huffs in annoyance. He’ll snap at you, telling you to “pay attention, sergeant. quit zoning out like a distracted child.” sometimes, when it’s clear you’re not able to listen, he just storms off. He leaves you in the dark about what was said and what happened, and gets frustrated when you don’t turn in the paperwork he was apparently talking about. “Stop being so lazy before I write you up for insubordination,” he grunts, cold and stern, before turning away once more and expecting you to figure it out.

And then there’s Gaz who when you dissociate, he waits. “Oh— okay. Let’s get you comfy,” he says. He patiently tells you about his day while you’re out of it. He makes sure you sit or lay down somewhere, resting his head against your shoulder or chest so you feel the comforting pressure. He’ll hold your hand under tables at meetings, gently squeezing to ground you when you’re ready to come back to reality. afterwards, he fills you in on every little thing that was said while giving you some water and one of the snacks he keeps in his pocket.

(very much inspired by @rawme-price and their toxic price…. I love that old man being mean. go check out their stuff they’re amazing!!)

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Absolutely need every COD members most depraved kink on reader

yes ughhh….

Kyle is into pain play. He’ll hump your boot until you start crushing and kicking his dick with your foot. His hips always stutter, not sure whether to pull away from the pain or hump against the pleasure. He’s drooling and cumming whenever you kick his dick with your knee and choke him out. (He always pouts afterwards when you ice his bruised balls)

Soap is into scent. No matter what position, he ends up shoving his face into your armpit as he ruts into you. He’s begging you to never shave any hair there so that the smell sticks, and huffs whenever you put on deodorant. He’ll be rearranging your guts and pull your arm above your head before pressing his face into your armpit, inhaling desperately. “Fuck, love— ye smell divine.”

Price loves fauxcest obviously, but plenty of people talk about that. I think he also loves prostate play and sounding. His old man dick isn’t exactly working all the time, and when he discovers strap ons or if you want to top? He’s bent over his desk, hairy ass spread. He loves feeling you slam into him, sounding rod with slight vibration in his dick. He’s always sobbing, begging to cum, nodding desperately when you call his dick useless and his ass his pussy.

Simon loves slight pain play and necro stuff. Not with any actual bodies, just with himself. He loves the idea of laying in bed (playing dead), before you crawl on-top of him and basically ‘fuck him back to life’. It helps with his cotard’s syndrome and gets him SO hard. He’s just so obsessed with you, he always groans and squirms at just the idea of it. He cums extra hard with those small amounts of pain that ground him.

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ghost who’s rough and desperate in sex. he huffs and moans and gasps against your lips as he kisses you in a way that makes you lightheaded and thinking your lips will be bruised. One hand on your hip and the other grasping the back of your head, balls slapping against skin as he pounds into you. His hand surely leaves marks and theres lovebites all over your neck, chest and thighs, but even as he continues to roughly slam himself into you he’s got that loving dazed look in his eyes.

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railing soap doggystyle. he’s gasping, panting, face in his pillow as he drools. you grab his dogtags and pull him up like they’re a leash and collar, the metal pressing tightly against his throat and making him lightheaded when you kiss him... he cums on the spot.

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okok. so. soap/johnny’s a pretty understanding guy. he cracks jokes, but is nice enough to tone them down and comfort someone if they’re upset by it. he’s got a warm smile that makes you just feel safe, yknow? hell, he even managed to befriend simon, the ghost.

which, is why, you can’t help but hate him.

it all feels so fake. maybe because it’s all lines that you’ve had to rehearse saying, practicing to pretend to care about what someone did on their day off or why they seem more tired than usual. he’s always so enthusiastic, you just can’t imagine being that interested in talking to other people.

it just angers you even more when he starts talking to you as well. because when he does, he doesn’t make you perform that normal behaviour that people still think is odd when it comes from your mouth. he notices it, that thing inside you that everyone calls wrong, and he doesn’t poke or prod at it. he asks about you, your hobbies, your life, and doesn’t get offended when you don’t ask about his. it’s on cold dark missions together that he talks about himself and his own life.

eventually, you do ask him what his days off or afternoon was like when you’re both at base, and he answers with a smile. he knows you don’t truly care about the things that made him happy or upset, (not in the way most people do, at least), but he notices how you do small things like make him his coffee or save him a seat in a meeting so that he’ll talk to you more later.

you hate how johnny lets you care for him in your own way, even though he knows you don’t feel any real empathy for him. how on earth could he know you and all of your boredom, the whispered jokes in the halls about psychopathy, your lack of ‘care’, and still want to be close to you?

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body switching with soap…

he wakes up with a heavy weight in his pants, his skin sweaty and flush already. hes never felt so little dysphoria before, the small amount only from the fact that it’s your body— but even that makes him moan as he ruts against the mattress. he’s always so horny in the mornings…the thought of you in his own body, thumbing at his t-dick, letting out broken moans with his own voice…

…fuck, he just came all over the mattress.