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the voices

SIMON AND JOHN HAVE THIS TYPE OF BODY CHANGE MY MIND AHHHHHGHHHHHH

Shirtless man beneath cut lmao

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Y/N, staring at Price: Feeling normal about that old man *2 minutes later* Y/N: no longer feeling normal I need to fuck him

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price would definitely let you shave his beard.

and the decision wouldn't come easy. it would take a lot of pleading and convincing, but eventually, the big man would relent.

under certain conditions, of course: no clean shave, no just mustache, leave that man and his mutton chops alone.

you didn't mind it, you just love being involved. you promised up and down you wouldn't nick him, you have plenty of experience in your most sensitive areas.

so, there you are sat on the bathroom counter with john's beefy body snug between your thighs. he'd have his palms pressed against them, lightly squeezing them every so often. he'd peak at you, admiring your concentration: furrowed brows, mouth slightly agape, one hand firm on his chin while the other grips the razor.

"would you quit staring at me?" you stop your movements, half his face still covered in shaving cream. "you're distracting me."

"sorry, love. you're just too cute when you're zoned in." the corner of his mouth perked up in a small grin.

"well, you'd better stop before i decide to just shave it all off." you move back in toward his face. "i'm sure the others would get a kick out of your baby face."

"yes ma'am." before you could put the razor back to his stubble, he caught your lips in a quick kiss, smearing some shaving cream on your cheek in he process.

you giggled and swatted his chest with your free hand, wiping the cream off your face with his shirt.

price loved being domestic, especially with someone he loved as much as you. he'd let you shave his face a million times over just to admire you taking care of him.

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i saw this post about types "talking you through your orgasms" and i had to discuss the types that the 141 men would be. i couldn't stop myself

[ TALKING YOU THROUGH IT ] 𝜗𝜚 the one about how the CoD men talk you through your orgasms

𝜗𝜚 characters: john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley (reader is gender neutral) 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), praise kink, dirty talk, slightly mean!simon, unedited 𝜗𝜚 a/n: lmk how we feel about the slightly different format (i'm still making edits but)

john price is definitely cooing softly in your ear about just how pretty you look, just how sweet your hole looks stretched out on three of his thick fingers, just how beautiful you look with drool slicking down your chin and unshed tears clinging to your lashes. “fuck, jus’ look at ya, doll—so fuckin’ pretty all split open on my hand, yeah? no, don't close yer thighs when ya come—wanna see how pretty y'look when ya tighten up 'round my fingers." doesn’t stop praising you or blabbering on about how pretty you look even after his softening cock slips out from between your thighs, his spend tricking out of your used hole and your tearstained face hidden away in the crook of his neck.

kyle garrick is the giggling kind, nose buried deep in the hair at your temple and his lips curled up into a smarmy grin as the rough pads of his fingers glide across the slick, molten flesh of your arousal with practiced ease. "feels good, yeah? got your legs just right tremblin', 'nd I've barely even started, sweetheart. shhh, shhh—'m only teasin', baby. tell me how good it feels." and he's totally the type to make you keep talking as he bullies his fingers into your heat, stopping every single time your words jumble together and your whiny moans begin to overpower your coherence. "keep talkin'—y'don't want me to stop, do you? s'what i thought—go on, then. what were you saying about my fingers hitting something just right?"

johnny mactavish is the condescending kind, azure eyes focusing on the way your eyes slowly cross as another orgasm ravages your nerve-endings and makes a scoff fall from his lips. "again, birdie? dinnae think y'had it in ya—how many's tha'? three, right?" but he's not slowling the pace of his thick fingers as they continue practically carving out your insides, fingertips mashing against that one spot that had your brain melting out your ears and moans slipping off your tongue. even the kiss he leaves against your forehead seems condescending, a knowing grin on his face as he feels your gooey insides gripping onto his fingers tighter. "yeah, tha's right—gimme a fourth. y'can do it, birdie—then i'll fuck my cock into ya, i promise."

simon riley is the (sometimes, not all the time) degrading kind, honeyed eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of your bed as he forces you to watch the way his fingers disappear between your slick thighs. "look at tha', pet—greedy fuckin' hole, innit? already got three fingers 'nd you're practically beggin' for more, huh?" you would've answered him if he hadn't have stuffed your underwear between your lips, your eyes fighting to stay opened as your toes begin curling in the impending crest of your high—only for simon to rip his fingers from your fluttering hole, instead shoving the lube-covered fingers into your mouth until his middle finger brushes the back of your throat and the underwear slips out amongst the gagging. "didn't say y'could cum, did i? no (shaking your head for you with his fingers still buried in the back of your throat), don't think i did. knew you were a greedy lil thing—c'mere, be a good pet and suck me off."

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She (Price x OC)

I officially have an idea for a fic I'd been wanting to write for a while now, I really hope it goes the way I want it to. It's inspired by 'She' by Harry Styles. I've been listening to it on repeat, trying to figure out a way to format it into a story. Feedback is greatly encouraged and appreciated <33

John is in a broken marriage. Candace is his younger daughter's homeroom teacher.

wc: 1414

cw: mentions of infidelity (wife), angst, heartbreak, children (LMAO), mentions of divorce

John couldn’t exactly pinpoint when things changed. He’d always been a loving father and husband. He and his wife have been together for ten years, meeting through a friend and almost immediately hit it off. They share two lovely daughters together and a beautiful home. He may have been physically absent sometimes, work having been the culprit, but he never missed a daily call with his family. But there’s been a heavy shift in his marriage, he could feel it almost immediately walking into their home.

While John’s kids are more than elated, sharing tight hugs and a few shed tears, John’s wife is distant, nothing more than a tight lipped smile sent his way. He knows it can take a toll on people when their partner isn’t around, but they’d made a promise to each other: for better or for worse.

She barely said a word to him, her back turned to him when they slept, barely even touching him or even looking at him. It’s never been this tense around each other, but now you could cut the tension with a butter knife. She didn’t say goodbye to him once she left for her own job, leaving the task of taking his teenage daughters to school himself, which he didn’t mind, but just leaving like she did wasn’t adding up.

Then it did. He could smell another man’s cologne and her lipstick smeared every so lightly around her lips. His heart shattered, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t even fathom the woman he’s been so in love with committing the sinful act of adultery. Every question swarmed in his mind, the ‘why’s’ and ‘how’s’ coming together in one big jumbled mess. But his wife couldn’t care less, just sneering at John and heading to their shared bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind her.

John slept on the couch that night, getting little to no sleep. He was restless all night, silent sobbing and tossing around on a couch not fit for a man of his stature. Those questions and the sight of his wife in the state she was in plaguing his mind all night. How could she do this to me? He thought to himself. I’ve given her everything and more.

It happened again the next morning; she left without a word. John sniffled and made himself some coffee, hoping the bitter beverage would liven him up some for the sake of his children. He would fake a smile while being home with them, not wanting to worry them more than they must be. He quietly washed himself and changed, barely even taking a peek around the room that was once filled with so much love.

Everything was completely different.

John had been home for a few weeks now, still keeping his bed on the couch, sleep coming only slightly easier. He hadn’t even wanted to discuss what he’d bared witness to. He’d seen more signs since the first night. Missing pieces of clothing, small marks he knew for a fact he didn’t give his wife, and even more avoidance on her part. He knew the conversation would come soon, he just didn’t know how to approach the conversation.

But then one day everything changed. He’d woken up to take his kids to school, the usual routine since he’d been home. He’d take his time getting ready, waiting on his girls to finish getting ready before heading out. It never occurred to him that he hadn’t met their teachers, so he took it upon himself to do so that day, making sure to look his best for the rare occasion.

His oldest daughter’s teacher was an elderly woman, smelling of chanel and lilac. She had a warm smile and wide framed glasses perched on her nose. She spoke in a light tone and welcomed John in a warm, grandmotherly hug. He made sure to explain his work situation and why he’d been absent to meetings, but avoided the brutal details. She understood and sent him off with her contact information.

But then he saw her. His younger daughter’s teacher was drastically different from the previous. About ten years John’s junior, she was radiant. Her hair was midway down her back, bright red with striking hazel eyes, seemingly staring into his soul and learning all of his darkest secrets. She wore a long sundress, the wind picking up the bottom lightly to show a pair of flats on her feet. She smelled warm, like vanilla and jasmine and lips painted a light pink. She was radiant, like sunshine on a cloudy day.

“Oh, you must be Mr. Price!” Her smile was wide when she laid eyes on him, greeting him. “Jenny talks so highly of you! I’m Candace White, her homeroom.”

John looked down at her extended hand, small and delicate like a flower in the meadow. His heart raced as his hand connected with her, his rough palms almost swallowing her soft ones. He was speechless, he hadn’t felt this attracted to someone since he’d first met his wife. His wife. The thought of her soured his tongue and dried his throat, he hadn’t even thought of her all day, deciding all together it'd be better not to think of her under another man.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. White.” John returned the smile, dropping her hand lightly and stuffing his own back into his jean pocket. 

“Miss, I’m not married.” Candace chuckled and clasped her hand together at her front, correcting John’s misuse of the honorific.

“Ah, yes, my apologies Miss Candace.” John brought his hand up to nervously rub the back of his hand on his neck, emphasizing her correction. When did my palms start sweating? He thought to himself, failing to realize his skin had gone so clammy. I hope she hadn’t felt them when she shook my hand.

The sound of the morning bell rang through the school, indicating the start of the school day. Teachers and students alike swarmed to the front doors, doing their best to not be late.

“Well, it was lovely to finally meet you, Mr Price. I’d best get going.” She smiled once more and went to turn away, beginning her journey to the school.

“Wait,” John called out, his hand flying up to grasp her forearm. Her skin was warm, small specs of freckles dotted along her pale skin. “Can I get your number?” John asked, his hand firm against her arm.

Candace’s cheeks warmed, red spreading to her face and a nervous smile toyed at her lips. “Mr. Price-”

“I meant, can I have your contact information in regards to my daughter?” Now it was his turn for his face to flush, not realizing how forward his question was without context.

“Oh, of course.” She beamed, pulling out her phone. “Just give me your number and I’ll shoot you a quick text with my work phone number and email.”

John gave her his number, watching her intently, studying her movements as she typed away at her phone. He watched the way her eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration and the way her teeth pulled at her plump, painted lips.

“There we go.” Candace smiled at John after looking up from her phone, a light ‘ding’ sounding from John’s phone. “Don’t hesitate to contact me with any questions or concerns regarding Jenny! Bye, now!” She turned to walk away with a small wave, making her way up the stairs. 

John stared at the new message in his phone for a beat, admiring the new contact he has yet to officially add to his list. He knew it was going to be strictly professional, parent-teacher conversations, but the man couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Sweet good morning texts and dates set, his imagination leading himself into the deep end.

He needed to have that conversation with his wife, he wanted a divorce. He couldn’t stand being left out of dry, waiting around for her to finally change her mind. His interaction with another woman has opened his eyes wide, he didn’t deserve this kind of treatment from the woman he loved for ten years. He’d been the best father and husband he knew how to be, she betrayed his and their children’s trust. 

He wanted out, he didn’t care to be second any longer. She gets to have her cake and eat it too, just like John deserves as well. He gets to finally have fun.

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captain price is so isabel larosa coded oml

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The motivation to write is lacking big time, so have a picture of this fine ass man.

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Simon Riley starts shadow boxing you whenever your back is to him. just pretends to gently punch the air behind you, throws weak jabs towards you without ever making contact, cracking a small smile when you turn around and notice.

Simon Riley that play wrestles you and lets you win. yeah, if he tried he’d definitely have you pinned, but he pretends he’s sore from going to the gym and “I’ll get you next time, lovie” - he has no intention of ever winning.

Simon Riley, who gently moves you by your waist when you’re blocking something he needs. big, rough hands easing you to the left slightly so he can reach a cabinet. he guides you to the right when you’re blocking his favorite whiskey bottle, hand featherlight on your hip.

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Hi, I am curious what do you think about the taskforce's reaction to reader wearing their dog tags?

that's a good oneee. sorry it's been a hot min for this request, i've just been in a writing slump.

price would find it endearing. he'd never had the honor of seeing a loved one with his dog tags, happy to see it being while he's still living. of course it'd be sexy as hell for him as well, he wouldn't be able to leave you alone for the rest of the day, making you feel so good. and maybe, he'd leave them at home by "accident" just to see if you'd do it again. (ofc you would.)

ghost would be surprised. i think reader would send him a picture wearing them: a lowcut shirt with the tags handing low on your exposed chest. the rest of the day would go achingly slow for him, wanting nothing more than to have you on top of him with those tags jingling on your chest as you ride him into oblivion.

soap is feral, we all know that. but seeing you so casually walking around with his tags would send him over the edge. you could be in the comfort of your own home or at work with each other and soap would do everything in his power to get you alone. as i previously mentioned, soap is an absolute munch. i can see him on his knees while you stand above him, just devouring you whole. he wouldn't stop until your knees buckle underneath you, even then he'd probably continue.

gaz would feel an immense amount of pride. you prancing around with his tags around your neck, involuntarily letting everyone know around you that your his. he play with it while you're wearing them, flipping the cool metal through his fingers and puling on them to give you a kiss every now and again. he'd let you wear them as much as his job would allow it, he wants that reminder all the time that not only were you his, but he was also yours.

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sorry i haven’t posted, i’ve been so busy with work and other life things :/ also got a bit of writers block hehe ill get back to it in no time, i promise 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Perfect

perfect by ed sheeran suggested by @heliumshorns for a fluff prompt

wc: 1295

Simon had met you a while ago, what started out as a few drunken nights together turned into a soft and patient relationship. He was a hard stone to crack, his own baggage weighing his heart down from feeling the love he’d deserved. You’d spent countless nights holding the giant man in your arms as he wept to you, breaking his walls down slowly until he finally caved.

You two were married in coming years later, Simon had popped the question on a much needed vacation after he’d gone on leave. He asked Laswell for a few extra days, explaining his plan to which she obliged, happy for the hardened soldier. The wedding was amazing, going as well as intended. Johnny had been his best man and the rest his groomsmen. It ended as one would expect, the christening of a newly wed couple some might say.

When he found out you were pregnant, he had a swarm of mixed emotions run ice cold through his veins. Was he fit to be a father? What if he was killed in a fire fight? Is it going to last? Too many negatives plaguing him like a disease. One Lillian was finally born, his whole world flipped. As soon as she opened her little eyes and stared up at him in the labor room, he was wrapped around her finger. He would go to the ends of the earth for his girls, nothing could ever happen to them while he was around. His life wasn’t just his anymore and as hardened as he was, she took a tiny fist and punched a hole straight through it.

He’d never considered himself a family man before his fate inevitably changed. You two were his world, he couldn’t imagine a life without. His eyes were brighter, his smile was bigger, and his fingernails a bit pinker and sparklier than before. He loved to watch Lily play, even gifting her a small teddy with little fatigues for her to hug tight when he was called out for another mission. Every day he was away, his heart swelled in agony, he would watch the clock and wait for the moment he could run to the both of you again.

“Daddy!” Your daughter gasped, throwing whatever toy she had in her hand to the floor and immediately ran to the door to jump into Simon’s arms. Tears pricked your eyes as you stood from your place on the couch and watched your husband envelop your 4 year old in an embrace. When you finally reached the both of them, Simon dragged you into his arms as well, kissing you softly.

“Been too long, ay? He said as he pulled away from your lips, placing a light kiss to Lily’s forehead. “Hope my little flower has been alright since I’ve been gone, hm?” Lily nodded excitedly and wrapped her arms around his neck, almost strangling her father in the process. 

“Daddy! I have something to show you!” She wiggled around in his arms, her tight, blonde curls bouncing in the process. Simon sets her down as she can over to the speaker next to the tv.

“Mommy, play the song!” Lily exclaimed, bouncing on her toes with her hands clasped together in a pleading way. You snickered and pulled out your phone from your back pocket, searching through your music and pressing play on the song she wanted.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran began to play through the speakers, the little girl swayed slowly along with the melody. “Daddy, come dance!” She threw her hands up to her dad, making small grabby hands toward him. The giant next to you chuckled and shook his head, giving you a quick kiss before making his way to his daughter. You leaned on the wall, watching as your beloved took Lily’s hands in his much larger ones, lifting her to stand on the toes of his combat boots. 

“Where did you learn this song, bub?” Simon asked Lily, rotating the two of them in a small circle.

“I heard it in a movie one time! I thought you would like it!” She smiled wide as her daddy let one of her hands go, spinning her. “This is my favorite song, don’t you like it, daddy?” She looked up at him with an inquisitive look as she stepped back onto his toes.

“Of course, my little love. Your favorite song is my favorite song.” A salty tear slipped from the corner of your eye watching your husband gently handle your daughter, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever. Lily looked over at you and smiled wide, scrunching up her nose as the song continued to play.

“Mommy join us!” She held out one of her stubby hands, reaching for you. Your eyes flicked from hers and to Simon’s, a wink dropping from his eyes. You smiled and walked over to them, taking a hand from each of them. Lily put one of her feet on yours, sharing the space with you. You let a few more tears fall and when Simon let go of Lily’s hand to dip you, your head fell back in a fit of laughter.

“Ooh, me next, Daddy! Me next!” Lily jumped up and down his her hands up, waiting impatiently for Simon to pick her up. 

“Alright, flower.” Simon chuckled and picked up his daughter, taking one of her hands and mimicking the dip he did for you. Lily’s giggles filled the room and Simon took it upon himself to start tickling her lightly, her giggles turning into full on belly laughs. His smile grew wider a the pleasant sound, letting her back up and wrapping his free arm around your waist.

“I missed you, my perfect little poppies.” Simon nuzzled his nose to Lily’s, giving her a mall eskimo kiss. “I’ll never leave you again.” He whispered, looking over at you as your eyes widened at his confession.

“What? You’ve retired?” You gasped, gripping onto his bicep. His eyes welled with tears as he nodded at you, a small laugh leaving his lips. You looked down at your daughter and back to Simon, more tears falling from your eyes now. You leaned up and kissed him a bit more passionately this time, a small ‘yuck’ coming from Lily. You two chuckled against each other lips, pecking each other once more before turning back to face Lily.

“Mommy, I’m hungry now.” She pouted slightly as the song ended and leaned her head against Simon’s shoulder. “I want some fish sticks.”

“How’s about I take you and Mommy out for dinner? A celebration dinner?” He asked Lily’s who’s eyes lit up, once again wiggling out of SImon’s arms to run to her room to change. He laughed and set her down, watching her little feet carry her quickly to her room. 

“And how about after we get her down for the night, we try to make her a sibling.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip, gripping you by the waist. You cocked and eyebrow and leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that so?” You smirk as he lightly kisses your neck, peppering them along your neck. You kissed his cheek before pulling away, patting him on the chest. “Before anything, I have to dress your daughter before she gets into my makeup, again.” You hurriedly walked to your daughter’s room.

Simon couldn’t be more content with the life he now, and will forever, live. He never wanted to leave them again so he decided to ask for a permanent position much closer to home, one not involving war and bloodshed. He never wanted to miss another milestone or birthday, he was meant for this life.

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prof!price cont. read this before continuing.

warning(s): pet names, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, age gap MDNI

wc: 1783

He places a small kiss to your temple before pulling his face away from yours, a sadistic smirk spread across his lips. Your eyes meet his once more, face now stained red. A small pit has formed in your stomach, either of embarrassment for arousal, maybe both. You open your mouth to speak but nothing but a shaky breath escapes past your lips.

“What? Too shy to speak, doll?” His smirk widens, a wicked look in his eyes. You do your best to swallow with a dry throat, you wet your lips as you take in everything that’s happened thus far.

"I could take you right here," His eyes stay glued to yours as he brings your hands up to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to each palm. "I could rip those jeans off of you, dip my fingers into you and feel how wet I can make you with just a look." Price hands leave yours to grasp at your waist, gripping not too harshly but firm enough to keep you still.

He dips his face down into your neck, peppering light kisses along the vein that runs along it, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle feeling. He presses his pelvis into you, his hard cock flush against your clothed stomach. The action elicits a soft moan to slip, your hands eventually finding their way to his hair.

"Professor.." You gasp out, his kisses becoming more heated along the length of your neck, lightly sucking along the way. Every nerve in your body lights up, aware of your professor's body against yours.

“Please,” He mutters against your flush skin. “Call me John, sweetheart.” 

John. John. John. Your heart yearns to let the name slip from your lips, but your mouth won’t let it.

You finally bring your hands up to his shoulders, skimming the broad surface underneath your touch. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow yourself to finally give into the man before you. John’s mouth makes its way up your jawline before capturing your mouth with his. He groans into your mouth, the taste of you overwhelming his senses.

He tastes of cigar smoke and bitter coffee. His lips are plush, soft caresses compared to the harshness of his calloused hands. You thread your fingers in his short locks at the nape of his neck, pressing your body further into him. The kiss is firm, rushed but not harsh. John doesn’t want to hurt his pretty little doll, he wants to show her a gentleness fit for a queen.

John’s hands move to your ass, gripping at your clothed flesh before moving to your thighs. He only breaks the kiss to lift you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips meet once again, almost like magnets. Your teeth capture his bottom lip, nibbling.

“Christ, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, Doll.” John sighs as you bring your attack to his neck, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose and your tongue drags against the stubbly area.

“Take what’s yours, John.” Your voice vibrates against his throat, earning another groan from the older man holding you up. As if a switch flipped, he rushed to his desk and laid you on your back, not caring about what gets knocked over and broken in the process. His hands move to your chest, kneading your breasts through your shirt.

“No bra? You naughty little minx.” He grins and winks before taking each side of your blouse, ripping it off of you. Buttons fly and a sharp gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden action and the crisp A/C colliding with your bare nipples. You could feel how painfully hard he is through his slacks as he leans down to capture a nipple in his mouth. His beard tickles your chest as he sucks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive area, a whimper leaving your lips. You buck your hips into his, desperate for any sort of friction at this point. 

“Ah ah, pretty girl. I want to savor you.” John pulls away from your nipple, a small ‘pop’ sounding around you. You whine at the loss of contact and you find yourself almost pawing at this face to come back. He chuckles and dips down to the valley between your tits, kissing a wet trail to the hem of your jeans. John unbuttoned the tight clothing, pulling them down by the belt loops. He leans up only for a moment to admire your light pink, lacy thongs adorning your bottom half.

“Seems like you’d planned for this to happen.” He comments, the fire in his eyes and chest burning like a jet engine. “As lovely as these look on you, they’ve got to go, sweetheart.” Rather than tearing the thin fabric to bits like he did with your blouse, he chooses to slide them down your legs.

He didn’t even give himself a chance to take both items before putting you in a crunch-like position and finally getting a taste of what he needed. He spread your lips and immediately began suckling at your swollen clit. You hand flew to his hair, gripping the soft, short curls into your fist and let out a strangled gasp. John nipped at the sensitive bud with his teeth before running his tongue up your dripping slit, stopping to delve into your contracting opening and tasting your nectar.

“John, oh my God!” You did your best to silence yourself as your cries echoed through the open and empty area of his classroom. He replaced his tongue with two fingers from his free hand, prodding your entrance with the thick digits. He pushed into you, cursing at how slick your walls are and slowly pulled them out before pushing them back in once more.

You don’t mind the burn your body was brandishing from the position he has you in, anything to have the professor you’d had a crush on for the majority of the semester at your mercy. You could feel his fingers push against your sweet spot while his gentle attack on your clit progressed. Every hair stood on end as goosebumps rose to your skin, indicating your inevitable release. Your hand gripped his hair harder, a groan escaping John’s lips and vibrated against you. You whine as you could feel the tightness pool in your lower belly, every action and sound he made pushing you closer to your climax.

“John, I’m close.” You breathe out, your eyes rolling back as he adds a third finger into you, the pleasurable stretch inching you closer. His tongue stopped its assault on your rosey bud, but his fingers never stopped. John stood from the position below you, his intense, deep blue eyes meeting you half-lidded ones.

“I want to watch you fall apart, my pretty little doll.” John’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine and straight to your nerves. You begun to shake as John leaned down to press a delicate kiss to your forehead, quickening the pace of his fingers fucking you. You whine and whimper, eventually turning into louder moans. He leans away from your forehead, his eyes burning holes into yours.

Your eyes threaten to snap shut as you near your end, wanting to savor the immense pleasure you’re in. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you to look at me as you come.” John’s voice once again rattled your insides, you begrudgingly listening to his dominant words. The intensity in his eyes never let up as you finally slip over the edge.

The profound orgasm ripped through you, every nerve buzzing from the sweet release. Tears prick the corners of your eyes and you hand reach for his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. You cry out, strings of unintelligible words slip from your lips and settle into John’s satisfied ears. Your whole body shakes, near convulsions as John slows his fingers until eventually pulling out of you completely. 

“Made quite the mess of you, ay, sweet baby.” John grins once again, bringing his three soaked fingers to your mouth. He taps lightly on the reddened flesh, coaxing you to open up. You wrap your fingers around the thick, meaty digits, tasting your own saltiness covering them. You swirl your tongue around them before he pulls them out. John leans down and presses his lips to yours again. This kiss is sloppier this time, the both of you spent from the escapades. 

John gently pulls your panties and jeans back up your legs, pressing small kisses to your heated skin along the way. You begin to finally regain your strength to lean up on your elbows, your face flush and vision a bit hazy.

“You are quite the sight for sore eyes, sweet girl.” John takes your hands in his and kisses the back of them, locking eyes with you again. You feel like your face can’t get anymore red, the comment making you shy once more even after everything that just played out. You eyes dropped down to the strain in his pants, his cock nearly throbbing from the lack of attention. You reach out, wanting to help him out after everything.

“Not today, love, you can return the favor another time.” He shakes his head and kisses your temple. You’d definitely have to return a huge favor for him. You find your strength to stand once more, holding your arm against your chest. 

“Well, now this is the tricky part considering you tore my top to shreds.” You giggle, casting a gaze to the pathetic excuse for a blouse on the floor. John chuckles and walks over to his backpack, unzipping it and pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You thank him and toss the soft material over your head, his smell strong within each stitch.

“How’s about we go out to dinner one of these nights? I don’t want this to just be a quickie, I want to get to know you more.” John brings his hand up and pushes a strand of your hair behind your ebay before caressing your soft cheek, the pad of his rough thumb running over your cheekbone. You smile up at him and nod, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’d like that very much, John.” His eyes brighten more at your acceptance, bringing you in for a tight, affectionate hug. It’s been a crazy day, everything you’d ever dreamed of coming to fruition and then some. As you stand in the middle of your favorite professor’s room, enveloped in his burly frame, you think to yourself about all the ways you can repay him.

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i want songs to write to so if you'd do me the absolute pleasure in suggesting some for me to write with i'd owe you m soul. can be fluff or smut, i'm really down to write either :3

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simon riley 🤝 bad omens

you will never be able to change my mind 🫡

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.