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Symbiote!141?

So you’ve had a tough run of luck lately. It’s funny how life literally seems to come and go in waves. One moment, you’re bright eyed and bushy tailed on the front steps of a college. The next you’re dropping out, losing your apartment and wandering hopelessly around the city for a job. But that’s exactly what the Life Foundation was looking for, right? The lost, the hopeless. At least, that’s what you were told when you wandered past one of the many homeless camps. The Life Foundation was supposed to be a new start, it was supposed to lead to a better future.

“So how are you feeling?” Asked a spindly woman in a nurses uniform. Before you could even answer her beady eyes were already darting over you, conveying whatever message her bony fingers were then scribbling onto a paper.

“I feel fine.” The words felt rather hallowed compared to the reality, for the first time in months you’re were warm, in fresh clothes, and well fed. You were over the moon. The room you were given did seem a bit sterile though, less like a homeless shelter and more like a hospital room. But who were you to complain? All this in trade for a little assistance in cancer research.

The nurse pressed her lips into a nearly non existent line as she bullied the pen over her paper once more. “Are you comfortable? Do you need anything before your volunteering hours begin?” The corners of her lips twitched up, like she was trying to attempt a painful excuse for a smile.

“No no, I’m okay.” You repeated, even though you had half the mind to milk this place of every resource and opportunity they had to offer. “When will I start volunteering, though? Do I need to go somewhere or something?”

She stuck her clipboard between her thin arm and her poor excuse of a hip. Already half way out the door before she answered. “No, someone will come get you.” Then, the white door clicked shut behind her.

“Great, that doesn’t really answer my question though.” You muttered, falling back on the softest bed you had felt in far too long. Ignoring everything else, the odd feel of the place or the rude people, you had a bed now. You even got a few hours of sleep before you were being woken up again by the metallic click of the door.

“The doctors are ready to see you now.” Chimed a much friendlier looking nurse as you struggled your eyes open. “Are you in need of anything before we go?”

Hell, you felt like you had had your limbs cut off and sewn back on. “No, I’m okay. Maybe just a second to brush my hair though.” Geez, about a year ago you never would have thought that such a thing was a luxury.

The nurse nodded kindly and stepped to the side as you stood and cleaned yourself up. Then, without another moment wasted, you were both setting off down the hall. Your mind wanted to wander over what might happen, needles? Masks? Chemotherapy? What exactly did this place do anyways?

The lab itself was nearly as sterile as your room. All bright lights, white, and lab tools. The room you were led to was on the other side of a massive glass wall. “Thank you for your contribution to this life saving research.” The nurse chirped, letting you through a sliding door and closing it behind you. When stepping inside the first thing you noticed was the four, large cylinders. Within them, creatures that looked caught between liquid and solid writhed against the glass.

“Hey, what are those things?” You asked into the glass observing wall. Only to get nothing in response. Where were the nurses? Where were the hospital beds and buzzing machines? The grind of glass on metal drew your attention back to the capsules. At first, you thought nothing had changed, but then, you watched as one of those things crawled out of its container. “Hey! That thing is loose!” You called, frantically backing away until your back hit the wall. The dark red creature lurched over the floor, struggling for a moment but then picking up speed and strength. It almost looked like a puddle of magnetic slim, being torn left and right by unseen forces until it got it sights on you. “Hey! Get me out of here!” Your voice cracked over its high pitch as you watched the blob draw closer and closer. Until it launched itself with unforgiving force into your chest. A scream peeled from your lips, high with horror and pain as whatever it was spread and sunk into your skin. You could feel it. It was warm in your chest, and then it was like a gentle, blanketing pressure all around your mind.

Shh shhh shhh, a voice passed over your thoughts like a purr. It’s okay, you’re okay. Stop screaming like that, you’ll hurt your throat.

You slumped back against the wall and slid to the floor with an exhausted sigh. You had to be dreaming, this was a nightmare. No, sweetheart, you’re very awake. And I need you to calm down or this isn’t going to work.

Suddenly, it felt as if you were being surrounded by a warm blanket. Your skin buzzed with the heat of something invisible, it almost felt like you were touching someone. A detached voice came through the buzzer, asking for your response. But it barely reached your ears, you were too focused trying to understand why it felt like you were being hugged.

Atta girl, nice deep breaths, keep your body calm. The voice was in your head but it certainly wasn’t your own. It was the deep, soothing rumble of a man’s voice. You almost wished you had the pleasantry of putting a face to that deep, vibrating tone. “Who are you?” You croaked quietly, feeling torn between tears and deep comfortable sighs. I’m Price, sweetheart, but I need you to keep that a secret for me. You’ll do just fine for us but the doctors can’t know that.

“Please….” The word escaped you in barely a breath. “I’m scared….”

I know, sweetheart, I know, but I promise we’ll take good care- a ringing erupted from the speakers on either corner of the room, followed shortly by a burning pain. Ah! F-Fuck!

Someone was screaming, you only realized a few moments later that it was you. Excruciating pain rampaged through your body, you thought that you were being torn in two. Price’s ever-shifting form jolted away from you, writhing on the floor before making a run back to his cylinder. Only then did the torturous sound stop.

“Initiating second test.” An apathetical voice called into the room. Before your muscles could even stop twitching, Price was being sealed in his container, and another, slightly blue mass was crawling out of its own. “N-no!” You gasped, but you couldn’t force your body into motion if you put all your strength behind it. The blue creature slithered forward, crawling onto your chest before sinking in.

Well aren’t you a bonnie thing. A voice distinctly different from Price’s rang out like the bright chime of church bells. Wee bit panicky, but I think yer gonna do just fine. You felt adrenaline rush through you, like you had been pumped full of caffeine. It was a totally different sensation than the warmth Price seemed to offer. You felt your heart hammer in your chest, suddenly, your exhausted body felt like running a marathon. Oh yeah, hummed the new voice with deep satisfaction. Yer goin ta be just fine, the names Soap, lassie, be good and remember that.

You grasped at the adrenaline, heaving for breath as it rushed down your body like heat. “Holy shit…”

Aye, feel good don’t it? You could almost hear the chuckle in his voice. Right when you felt your skin start to buzz, the ringing return. A roar escaped your throat as that same, fiery pain scorched its way through you. Soap leapt away and practically threw himself back into his container.

“Initiating third test.” No. You couldn’t do this any more. Every nerve in your body felt like it was dying, every bone in your body ached for rest. Tears were streaming down your face, but you were barely able to notice them. The third container opened, and a green creature crawled out. “Please!” You sobbed, already begging for mercy. But it didn’t stop, it slinked almost hesitantly onto the floor and towards you. “I-I can’t-“

It reached your hand, cautiously pressing itself to your skin. For the first time, you got a split second to feel its warmth before it was sinking into your flesh. Yes you can, deep breaths…

This voice was smooth and rich, followed shortly by a nearly instantaneous relief in your muscles. You couldn’t help but slump to the floor, panting softly and desperately trying to regather your strength. They weren’t honest with you when they brought you here. He sounded concerned, but the kind of concerned the rolled up your spine in a soothing heat, and settled on your shoulders with a comforting weight. You felt nearly like you were floating on clouds. For a moment, you thought you died. “No, they weren’t…..what are you?” Your voice felt rough and raw, like you had been screaming for hours. Maybe you had.

We are symbiotes, not from your world. I am Gaz. You nodded mindlessly along, but the information barely passed over your mind. “I’m gonna pass out.” No you’re not, we need you awake. Or else this won’t work. For a moment, you had half the brain to ask him what he meant. But before you could form the words and alarm was going off. Shit, it’s Ghost. “Who the hell is Ghost?” The sound of breaking glass drew your attention back to the containers. In the last one, a symbiote who was as dark as night, had broken through the glass. He tossed himself off the table and then made leaps in your direction. No no no! He can’t do this! It’s reckless! He can’t just-

Ghost slammed into your chest, sending you sliding back across the floor while the doctors on the other side of the glass watched in horror. You arched off the ground, crying out as Gaz was torn out of your body. It felt like you were being split in two once more, every inch of you wanted to give out. Gaz was sent to the floor beside you, and something else replaced him. Be calm. A cold chill ran down your spine, then, it felt as if someone had curled their fist around your heart, forcing it to slow. You wanted to scream, wanted to call for help, but your body was no longer under your control. The cold within you swelled until it leaked over your skin in that inky black. Your eyes were no longer your own, your face was no longer yours, and your body transformed into something monstrous and hungry. “Oh God,” you muttered, but the words seemed to bounce around you, as if you had spoken them into an echo chamber.

Your God doesn’t know me.

You- he stood, and then he set off on a rampage. He smashed the speakers, making it impossible for the panicking scientists to shackle him with sound. Then, he destroyed the containers, gathered the others in his arms and stalked out to the lab. Chaos ensued. There were guns, lots of them, but none were enough. While Price, Gaz and Soap leapt from body to body, killing every host they could reach, Ghost devoured everyone in his way. You were an observer to it all. You felt their flesh as it slid down his throat, you heard their screams as he tore their bodies apart. All while that never ending cold surrounded you. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, firm, resolute, dare you say even calming. In the face of such destruction, that chilling stillness wrapped around you like a blanket, pulling the curtains over your mind and letting you plug your ears as Ghost left death in his wake.

You only got your body back when he had found an alley of sorts. He sank away, becoming nothing more than that looming pressure in the back of your mind while you cradled three, restless symbiotes in your arms. Find them hosts. He growled into your thoughts. You slumped against the wall, feeling the cool night air bully your heated skin. “I-I can’t do that. I just watched you eat people. It’s bad enough that I was forced into this. I won’t do the same to another person.” You will do it. He said, his voice firm and full of promise for terrible consequences if you failed to do so.

You closed your eyes as the whole ordeal returned to you in painful clarity. You couldn’t sentence another person to that. You refused to. A bark startled you from your turmoil, hooking your attention and pulling it to the end of the alley. There, you saw a silhouette you had become all too familiar with. A stray dog. He wasn’t in bad shape, a German Shepherd mutt, with only a bit of white on his muzzle. At first, you only felt sad you had no food to offer him. But then, the light bulb turned on in your mind.

When the sun rose on the city, sheets of gold tugged themself over the towering skyscrapers. Warmth swelled in the messy streets, greeting all those who were leaving home for work. In a small park, four shadows drifted in and out of the trees. A person, beside them, a mutt named Price, and in their arms, there was a gray and white cat named Gaz. At first glance, one may think that that was all to the motley crew. But just above them, a raven name Soap had made the particular discovery that he could speak. As he soared over the swaying figures, he babbled words like alien…bullshit…and revenge.

#ohhhhhh this is too good #nothing like my obsessions merging into one #tf 141 #cod x Reader #duuudeeeee #symbiote 141 😩😩😩😩😩😩

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addicted-to-dc · 4 days ago

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Hot Pursuit - Eight

Pairing : Criminal investigator!Price x Crimefanatic!reader Cw : Explicit sexual content(18+), Mild coaxing.

Word count : 2,5k

Seven

There was nothing soft about the kiss, it was hungry, desperate.

Stunned, you couldn’t think of anything else but kissing back.

His rough palm lingered around your neck, making it impossible to hide your rising pulse. His thumb tilted your chin upwards to better explore your mouth.

You thought he wanted help. You thought that was the reason he was so stubborn, so held back. The thing he was too proud to admit.

But this.

This was so much fucking better.

You let the cup fall in the sink, the clatter barely registering in your head.

Your hand had found a better purpose, pulling him closer, stealing the air from his lungs, letting him taste your frustration, your anger and most importantly your need.

You moaned into the kiss. He was warmer, sloppier…sweeter than you imagined.

When his mouth eventually left yours, you found yourself chasing it, your heart drumming in your chest.

“What I…” He licked his lips breathless finding his words. “What I want…”

Eyes half lidded, you nodded mindlessly watching his lips move, his words not fully reaching your ears.

“Later” you breathed out, growing impatient.

“Yeah…later.” he said, cupping your face hauling you into another kiss.

His body pressed you backwards until the edge of the kitchen counter met your spine, digging into your back.

You whined, reaching behind and knocking clutter to the ground.

With a hard grip on your waist, he lifted you onto the counter. Your hand hastily hoisted up your skirt exposing your thighs to the freezing tiles.

As cold shivers coursed through your heating body, you parted your legs, grabbing his shirt and yanking him between them.

As your hips collided, the back of your head bumped into top cabinets with a soft thud.

But you didn’t flinch, instead you scrambled for his belt, unbuckling with incomprehensible urgency.

You wanted him to use you. Stretch you, fill you, fuck you, obsessed.

Sliding your hand into his trousers, freeing him and wrapping your fingers around his length.

He was warm, hard and twitching under your touch.

The girth alone made you salivate.

His finger pulled aside the soaked fabric of your panties, feeling your dripping anticipation under his fingers.

Your lips ghosted each other’s, breaths mixing together. You were two pent-up degenerates, turned on by each other's anger.

“Fuck, hurry,” You moaned not even embarrassed about how drenched you were.

He hooked his arm around your waist and gripped your side, dragging you down onto him, making you feel every inch that he plunged inside you.

Your eyes slammed shut, a gasped moan escaping you.

“Bloody fu–ucking hell…” he rasped.

His face fell to the crook of your neck muffling more curses.

Your tight walls spasmed around him trying to adjust, overwhelmed with the heat of being stretched open.

For a second you thought that, maybe, you bit more than you could chew. Then he moved…and yeah, now you were sure of it.

“Hold on…w-wait” You gasped, biting your lip, gripping his arm.

“I thought—You asked me to,” he mumbled voice strain, struggling to keep it together while he nested deep in your warmth.

“Yeah? Well I was overconfident, how about that?” You retorted, blinking hard.

He hummed in response, kissing your cheek, palm working on your thighs in a soothing motion.

“Been a while since someone had you like this, hasn’t it?” he asked, mouth brushing your cheek as you squeezed him tight. “Nothing but those pretty little fingers, hm?”

This son of a—

“Even if I did—shit…Have you seen the size of you?!”

“Just relax, love…you’re squeezing the life out of me,” he grunted, palm pushing your legs apart.

You clawed his shoulders like a distressed cat. He didn’t flinch, only kissing more parts of your face, each peck softer than the first. His hips though, didn’t still.

Each stroke was a little deeper than the last, letting you open around him, and spreading little sparks through your brain

“Just—wait—ahhn…”

“It’s okay…you’re doing good…so good,” he groaned, kneading the skin of your thigh, his breathing getting shakier by the second.

Though you complained, your gummy walls clenched tight around him, sucking him whenever he eased out and tremored in delight when he pushed back in.

“You can take it…I need you to...” he growled, his shoulder tensing up.

He let his forehead lean against yours, giving a clear view of his flushed face and the starved look behind his blown-out pupils. “Please,” he choked out.

Your stomach fluttered and goosebumps tickled your skin from your toes all the way to your neck, a feverish heat flaring in your core.

“What?” You asked, wanting to hear that rasp in his voice again.

“Yn…”

“Hmm?”

“Please…let me fuck you proper.”

You swallowed, already feeling it, the undeniable gooey throb, prickling, and growing inside of you.

A sweetness that if explored could feel so, so good.

“O-okay—“

He grabbed your face, pulling you into a teeth-clashing kiss, letting you feel him, each time only grazing that needy part of yours.

A throaty moan racked your lips, not sure if he was playing safe or purposely torturing you.

“Better?” he asked against your temple, and you shook your head hastily, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Deeper…fuck me deeper” you plead, pushing down, trying to meet his hips.

In your attempt, your ass slid closer to the edge. Your eyes snapping open, you reached back, gripping the counter.

“John—” you panicked, muscles tensing and heels pushing against the lower cabinets, as you desperately tried to keep yourself up.

He didn’t stop, his hand gripped your thighs, trapping you firmly between him and the furniture, holding on by the sheer strength of his arms and impaling thrusts now echoing through your whole body, damn near cutting your breathing.

He reached it, that sweet aching spot.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, “Jesus fuckin—“ the rest of your sentence came out as an inaudible choke.

His grip tightened, digging into your skin, leaving you to desperately gasp on his lips with every stomach fluttering thrust.

“See? I knew you could take it,” he praised though ragged breaths.

Your toes curled, wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs and onto the already slippery counter.

“Don’t go quiet on me now,” he urged.

You’d moan if you could, breathing was already a challenge, your brain too focused on the addictive, delicious heat of him pulsing inside of you.

“Go on, then. Let me hear that bratty little voice,” His thumb pressed on your clit, breaking your breathless circle.

“Oh…please…” You let out the most pitiful whines, your head falling back and legs shaking desperately trying to close but they were kept apart by his hips.

His tongue ran over your neck, teeth grazing your skin before planting a sloppy kiss.

“Good girl,” he chuckled against your neck and you felt yourself coming closer.

“You want to come on my cock, hmmm? Go on then, it’s yours.” He said through a shaky breath, the hoarseness of his voice, pushing you into a leg trembling release.

You reached desperately for him, your body seizing as you kissed. His hips stuttered, jerking forward, he cursed against your lips, pushing to the hilt, emptying out inside of you.

His knee buckled, and you slipped from the counter.

You barely had time to react before he quickly caught you again, mumbling an apology as he slowly lowered you both to the kitchen floor.

You blinked a few times, dazed, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.

The room was quiet apart from the sound of you catching your breaths. You didn’t know what to say, or do.

So you stayed sitting on his lap, chest to chest, the two of you fully dressed, with him sheathed and getting soft inside of you.

A kiss on your cheek made you allow yourself to finally meet his gaze. A wise decision as you melted completely under it.

“You alright?” he asked, his lips pressing on your other cheek.

“Well, I…I hurt my head, and I think my legs might need a minute. But otherwise, I’m fine.”

He chuckled softly, the sound resounding in your already pounding chest. His palm went to soothe the back of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, seemingly wanting to say more but stopping himself.

Right, you had an argument. Suddenly you felt embarrassed, not about the act, but how easily you folded for him.

Your mouth opened, then shut again.

“My head's fine,” you finally replied.

After hesitating just a beat, you kissed him. He held your chin, deepening it.

It was slow this time, no desperation, just a need to feel each other.

He eventually pulled out, leaving you feeling empty.

You let your head fall on his shoulder, and you felt his fingers slide under your shirt tracing the curve of your back.

Being this close was nice but a question itched your tongue.

“So…is this all it’s going to be?” You mumbled. “Just…this?”

“Is that what you want?”

“No…but I know us…” you muttered, shaking your head, not daring to look at him, “I’m not sure if we can be anything else, do you?”

His motions halted on your back and your heart dropped. He thought the same, it was obvious.

The two of you were quite opposite in your ways. You never thought of the finality and after today you were scared.

Keeping it from getting worse. That was the logic…but what you wanted though was another story.

“I think we just need rules.” He replied and you scoffed.

Of course he did.

“Rules? For someone you accused of never following them? Clever.”

You knew that was unfair, that you were part of the problem. You couldn’t help yourself.

“Hear me out first, yeah?” He said softly, his fingers resuming on your back.

A soft breath passed through your nose and you nodded.

“I’m not the tyrant you paint me out to be.” He started

“It just keeps me sane to know I have an eye on you…that if you get into trouble—which you usually do—I can confidently pull you out of it.” His palm brushed to your stomach, then pushed up to cup your breast.

“What I ask is simple,” He said, massaging them gently “If you break the law, you tell me. If you doubt at any point that it’s illegal, you ask me. And if you’re in trouble, you absolutely tell me,”

He stopped briefly, his free arm hooked firmly around your waist. “I want to know everything you’re working on,” you shifted to fully face him, his tight grip keeping you from escaping, a low groan rumbled your chest.

“Just to know about anything dangerous…” His fingers flicked your nipples before pinching gently.

You exhaled, taking the opportunity, he removed your shirt, his lips falling onto your exposed chest. You pushed to your knees giving him better access.

“And finally, you can’t work on my open cases,” he muttered, "Especially this one.” His tongue ran across the curve and sucked on your nipples.

Your nails grazed his scalp, his hair sliding between your fingers and you tug gently.

He looked up, mouth full of your soft tit, his beard tickling the gentle skin as he tilted his head.

“The rules are only for me?”

He hummed, drawing a soft moan out of you.

His traveling hand caressed your inner thigh, lightly brushing against your throbbing center.

You hissed and jerked upward, legs shaking again.

“Do you have any?” He asked, already knowing the answer. “It’s a minimum, sweetheart,” he stated, taking off his shirt, laying it on the floor. “I don’t care otherwise.”

“So I can’t work?”

“You can. I only said I wanted to know about it.” He guided you down, the soft fabric of the shirt shielding you from the cold floor.

Not sure what he was doing, you followed along, ready to point out his flawed logic.

“You realise this means everything else is game, right?” You asked,

“Yeah, everything.” He affirmed almost immediately, tugging at the waistband of your skirt and underwear, now sodden, and dragging them off.

Your brows twitched in surprise and you popped on your elbows. He was either lying, or really underestimating you.

“What happens if I forget to tell you?” You challenged, unconvinced. “What if I work on something you don’t like? What then? Will you censor me? Punish me?”

He shook his head slowly, lowering himself between your legs, seemingly lost in the details of your bare skin.

“I know I can’t stop you. Not the way I want.” He kissed your inner thighs. “Not without us fighting…”

You sucked in a breath as his breath brushed against your cunt. “So I just hope that you’ll tell me, and that you’ll use me instead.”

Sore and throbbing, your fingers found their way to his hair again. You were already biting your lip expecting more discomfort.

But he was gentle.

“I’ll let you,” His tongue dragged over your puffy folds causing you to whimper. He planted a soft kiss on it, leaving you to quiver, unable to keep your hip stable.

He groaned, sending a ripple through you, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips holding you in place. “Because I want you to.” Each of his words rumbled in the deepest part of you.

Focused, he licked and sucked all the way to your sensitive bud, your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut.

“Right there...yes” you let out a whiny sob, body trembling, unable to move your hips, your fingers curled into his short hair.

All your muscles contracted as you came again. He slurped it all, tasting himself in the process, but he didn’t seem to care, licking you up at an almost soothing pace before pulling away.

Chest rising and falling through rhythmic pants, you looked down to him.

Your eyes met, and you could tell he was sincere.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, leaning in and kissing above your pelvis, “sorry, for the pictures.” He kissed your stomach, “for your work” his lips brushed the skin just between your tits “and for your heart.”

You sucked on your bottom lip, your teeth grazing it.

“So what do you say?” He stopped right in front of you, eyes going from your lips to your eyes.

You wiped his mouth with the back of your fingers, suppressing a smile when he kissed them.

“I guess…I can be a little difficult too.” You replied, with a little shrug. “I’m sorry for disobeying, and for being a pain."

“I’m not asking you to apologise—”

You kissed him. “I’ll use you.” You started “Only if you agree to use me too. I don’t want rules but understanding.”

He nodded, he leaned in again but you stopped him, “but…when you say, tell you everything…does it include the things I did before…this?”

“What could you have possibly done before?”

An innocent smile lit up your face. His eyes narrowed, you pursed your lips and shook your head.

“I’ll tell you later.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“How bad is it?” He asked moving his head back, fighting your strength pulling him down.

“I said later.” You mused.

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#fic rec #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #oooooooooooo i’m so damn excited #love the plot and characters

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