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Price and ghostprice requests for garrick and frankie, thank you.. 🩶🫡

(Reporting back from mission over the years:)

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Save me John Price in leather, save me

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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Casually saying 'I wanna bite you' to Soap out of cute aggression for his stupid smile and baby blue eyes. The second it leaves your mouth Soap is all over you, pulling off his shirt and panting, asking "Where? Where? Where?" Until you finally sink your teeth into his forearm like a dog with a chew toy.

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brain hairball with unhinged tattoo artist price x reader

cw: implied noncon, spanking/ass slapping, manipulation, tattoos, unedited with an abrupt ending

i got tattooed last week and now i can't stop thinking of tattoo artist price being bent out of shape because you went to someone else to get your last tattoo. he's done the majority of your other work, and he doesn't understand what's changed that you didn't trust him to put his ink on you this time. it eats at him- you've been going to him for years. his work is solid, consistently good, so what made you seek out other (lesser) artists?

he stews on it for a few hours and comes up with a plan, and the next time you see him at his shop, no sooner are the intake forms signed than he corners you in his office, closing the door a little harder than necessary, and demands to know why it is you didn't think he was worthy of tattooing you this last time. he'd heard from the owner of the shop that you'd gone to, so don't try lying to him about it. he demands to see the tattoo, to see what it is you thought he couldn't handle.

you stammer out your reasons- it's a jokey tattoo on your ass, you just wanted another woman to do it, it wasn't personal, you didn't mean to offend him. you just thought maybe it would be weird to ask him to do that sort of thing, especially on your ass. you'd thought maybe explaining your logic would calm john down, that he'd understand and laugh it off.

wrong.

wrong, wrong, wrongity wrong.

the tips of his ears turn red as he tucks his chin to his chest to talk to you, his voice low and rumbling with a simmering anger that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

"i told you to show me. don't make me tell you a third time."

with shaking, nervous hands, you unbutton your jeans and slide them down just enough that you can show him the peach that's still covered in second skin- not quite healed yet, and just entering the itchy phase.

you're so busy staring a hole in the floor in embarrassment that you don't see price close the distance between you, stepping right into your space. with broad palms he pushes between your shoulders until you're bent over his cluttered desk, your cheek pressed against a half-filled tax form for his business.

there's no time to yelp your indignation before his free hand is roughly pushing your jeans and panties down to your knees, fully exposing not just your tattoo but your entire ass. you jolt- trying to stand up, to get away, to readjust your clothes, but price's hand keeps you thoroughly pinned down, your tits squished against his big desk calendar.

"this is what you thought i couldn't do?" price sounds absolutely disgusted. "you know me, you're covered in my work, you thought i couldn't put a fuckin' peach on your arse?"

"it's not the art, john, i just didn't want to show you my ass!" you yell back over your shoulder at him.

"yeah? and how's that workin' out for you?" he mocks, meaner than you've ever heard him before. it pisses you off, has you squirming and kicking and trying your best to get away.

"fuck off, fuck you! get off of me!" you hiss, wriggling as much as you can, annoyed that you're still stuck under him with your bare ass hanging out.

"stay. fuckin'. still." he growls through audibly grit teeth, full-handed smacking you on the ass, right on your week old tattoo. the pain radiates through your body, making your knees go weak instantly.

"motherfucker!" you shriek, and price shushes you. "no, you shush! who the fuck do you think you are, treating me this way?!"

"your fucking husband, now settle down before i decide to give you another. deserve at least ten, the way you've been jerkin' me around lately." he seethes, and his words leave you almost speechless.

almost.

"i- wh- wai- i am not your fucking wife?! what the fuck?!" you shriek, trying your best to push up off the desk and to a standing position, but price has the size, strength, and leverage to keep your chest pressed to his desk as he takes another hard swat at your stinging, sore asscheek.

"really ought to read the intake forms more carefully, you silly thing. long as i format it the same, i can get my regulars to sign damn near anythin' without even lookin' at it." the hand on your back starts to press down even harder right before you hear the metallic purr of a zipper. "now, let's get this honeymoon started so you can start earning my forgiveness, eh sweetheart?"

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i swear to god if one more stupid fandom ruins a beautiful text post i am calling the police

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hello! i absolutely love ur writing!! i was wondering if you’d be down to write a fic about reader sitting on simon’s face, you can have total creative freedom with it 🩷

riding simon riley's face

you were nervous, naturally. your thighs quivered as you hovered his face, his honey eyes heavy lidded, his blond lashes occasionally fluttered as he stared up at you.

your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath, sticky arousal drooling from your slit with radiating warmth. it didn't help your nerves that you could feel his uneven, warm breaths against your cunt. a low chuckle from deep in his throat as he watched you clench around nothing, a whine surpassing your lips.

his crooked nose pressed into your pudgy thigh whenever he'd pressed a reassuring kiss to your skin, "c'mon, baby, don't be nervous, yeah?" his tone was almost taunting, affectionately condescending as he cocked his head to the side with a smug smirk pulling at his lips.

"but, si," you squirmed as you felt his fingers trail, skin rising with goosebumps, your hand tightening their grip on the headboard, knuckles turning white, "i'm gonna suffocate you!"

he barks out a laugh, making you want to huddle into a ball and lay in a ditch, "then i'll die a happy man, love," his rough, calloused hands snuck around your legs, locking his grip on top of your plush thighs, fingers digging into the supple skin as he orders you, "sit."

you oblige. rolling your eyes at the stupid grin that broke out on simon's face as you nervously lowered your wilting cunt, stopping just shy of his lips, feeling his chapped skin just barely graze your soaking, puffy folds.

he grunts lowly, eyes narrowing as he eyes up at you, "i said sit." his voice is harsh, not in a mean way, but firm and unwavering. "if i hav'ta move a fuckin' inch, i'll keep you here until you're beggin' f'mercy. got it?"

he waits for a response, eyes crinkling with the shallow nod you give him, "that's a good girl. now sit, non'f this hoverin' bullshit."

he tugs you down the rest of the way, ripping a high-pitched mewl from your lips, hands firm on your thighs as they imprison either side of his head, the vibrations of his lustful groans stimulate your clit, furthered by his crooked nose and heavy breaths puffing against your sensitive pearl. slick drools over his lips and chin, creating a sticky, squelchy mess as he licks and laps at your cunt like a man starved, eyes fluttering closed as he grows lax.

he lied earlier. he'll keep you here, regardless if you're good for him, slurping and nipping at your folds and little clit until you're incoherent and a sweaty, sticky mess, close to collapse. you stopped begging for mercy about 3 or 4 orgasms ago, but who's counting?

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Talking about piercings, dad hater Ghost 100% has them and if he doesn’t he’s absolutely getting them the next time your dad tries to fuck the 141 over.

He IS going to make you crave his cock and only his cock no matter what.

Maybe i should stop sending asks, Idk i love hate-fucker Ghost

(Also still thinking about that pegging Price blurb you posted 😩)

- Morph

Ooooh he makes you count the rungs on his ladder piercing as he pushes his fat cock into your pretty little pussy. Keeps talking about ruining your slutty hole so that you never find anyone how fits it like he does, stretching you out so nicely that every other guy you fuck feels small. And you count the bars with your eyes rolling back in your head, your tongue tasting the leather of his gloves and your cunt burning from being just barely prepped so that you feel the balls on each ladder rung tugging at the tight muscle of your entrance. You poor soft toy, being bullied by such a mean mean man, too big for a sweet thing like you. Which is exactly why he does it in front of the mirror, God look at you born with a silver spoon in your mouth and now you're getting fucked stupid by some bloke that barely knew a steak knife from a butcher's knife. Like a bleeding heart whore, debasing yourself for a bloody soldier. God it makes his cock twitch.

And then you hit him with a "see you next time" and a smile as he tugs the door open to leave, and he doesn't have the good sense to turn around and ask what you mean. He can't stop thinking of that smarmy fucking grin you wear every time he gets his hands on you. He's supposed to be the cat here, and you're supposed to squeak.

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*in a blurry video*

Shadow: Please- you look easy to draw

Soap, turning around: And you look easy to erase!

Other Shadows: *wheeze*

Shadow: Hey-

*video cuts*

Graves: ... son, how did you let that happen?

Shadow: I don't know

Graves: I'm disappointed

Shadow: Yea...

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Recruit: They say if you stand in front of a mirror with the lights off holding a hot cup of tea and say Lieutenant Riley's name three times, he'll appear and call you a bitch

Ghost, behind them: I'll call you a bitch for less, no need to be so extra

Recruit: AHHHH-

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Recruit: They say if you stand in front of a mirror with the lights off holding a hot cup of tea and say Lieutenant Riley's name three times, he'll appear and call you a bitch

Ghost, behind them: I'll call you a bitch for less, no need to be so extra

Recruit: AHHHH-

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Case: *runs into the kitchen, almost tripping on the door frame*

Sev, with coffee: Whoa, slow down-

Case: I just saw Adler without his glasses

Sev: OH

Case: HE WAS DRINKING WATER, NOT A CIGARETTE IN SIGHT

Sev: NOPE NOPE

Woods, in the distance: ARE YOU FUCKING DYING??

Adler: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

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18+ minors do not interact!

so you know that stupid tradition of the groom sticking his head under the bride's dress at the reception to pull the garter off? yeah that but every single one of the 141 would kiss your pussy while doing it.

johnny's full on making out with it over your underwear, leaving it sticking to you from a mixture of his spit and your arousal.

simon's got it pulled to the side so he can plant one directly on it and you can hear the deep rumble in his chest when you gasp in surprise.

kyle would place a kiss right over where your clit is under your underwear before running his tongue up the length of it.

and john would stuff his fingers in you while he gives your clit a harsh suck before letting go with an audible pop, comes out from under there with the garter in his teeth and licking his fingers.

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I’m not just a good pair of tits. I’m also incredibly annoying

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Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag

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Hello my fellow tumblr people! I am back on my crochet kick! Only its changed again!

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If u want to write a story about a character that’s just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who’s gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.