#Kate laswell x reader

[hangmeandbangme]

Being Kate Laswell’s cute housewife and you get a bit of baby fever so you start subtly prodding at your wife like “Oh, aren’t those little onesies so cute?” or mentioning how “There’s a really good nursery school opening nearby”. But Laswell just answers with a hum or a grunt so naturally you just think she’s not interested so you try to move on from the idea and distract yourself with other things.

Until a few months later when you’re puking your guts out for a week straight and your nipples get all swollen and tender so you go to the doctor just to get hit with a positive pregnancy test. You’re panicking but Kate is just overjoyed, telling you that you should give the donor a proper “thank you” sometime after the baby is born for all the hard work he put in while you were asleep.

[maple-writes1802]

Man I sure could go for some Farah or Laswell smut right now… /nf

I don’t mind what you write btw, go as wild as you’d like ehehehe (all stuff aside I wish there was more Laswell and Farah wlw smut out there 💔)

a/n: laswell my beloved!! thank you for the request and giving me creative freedom, i hope you like this <3 also i wrote this at 1 am after a 10 h shift and barely had the energy to proofread it so please be kind in case of mistakes ;;

Kate Laswell x Fem!Reader : It's Good to be Home (nsfw)

Being married to a CIA supervisor had many ups and downs. Kate is a very intelligent and kind person, driven by her passion and experience. Thanks to her job, she could spoil you as much as she wanted and ensured that you lived a comfortable life, urging you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. Although, you always reminded her how it's hard to enjoy the finer things in life if she wasn't there to share the experience with you.

That was the biggest downside (save for the safety risks). You spent a lot of time alone, lounging around the house or taking walks with your shared dog, Goose. You thought about Kate every second that she was away, especially since communication was often scarce, but with time you learned to endure and push through the weeks or months that she was absent.

That doesn't mean you don't miss her like crazy. Especially her touches, the words whispered directly into your ear, the little praises, the imprints left behind by her hands or the love bites left by her lips. You were certain that she ruined you completely for anyone else and even yourself. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't hit the angle with your fingers right, couldn't rub your clit like she did, and riding a dildo didn't feel nearly as satisfying as riding her strap.

That's why, whenever she got home, you practically pounced on her. Not without making sure that she's alright and not too exhausted first, but you get the gist. And she always greeted you with open arms.

Today was... almost like those other days, but a bit different. You've been feeling pent up for weeks and your frustration caused you to lose sleep and nerves, counting down the days, hours and minutes until your wife came home. So while waiting for her, all dolled up in a light pink lingerie set with white stockings and glittery makeup, you fell asleep on your shared bed.

Coming home to complete silence was odd for Kate, usually you'd already be running towards her, ready for her arms to catch you. But instead, she was only greeted by Goose jumping all over her legs like crazy, having missed his other owner greatly.

''Hey there, boy.'' Kate coos, scratching his favorite spot behind his ear. ''Where's your other momma, huh?''

Ever the intelligent little creature, Goose huffs and turns his head to the bedroom door. Kate hands him a small treat and gives him one last pat before letting her duffel bag hit the floor and walking to the bedroom she shared with you.

She didn't know whether to feel flattered or sad at the sight that greeted her. You looked amazing, the set flattered your curves and made you look like an angel. But on the other hand, seeing you fall asleep waiting for her after putting in the effort to look nice for her... she felt like a shitty wife.

''Oh, my love...'' she whispers before carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing away a hair strand that was tickling your nose. ''Wake up, baby. This can't be comfortable.'' she coos, pressing a kiss against your cheek in order to wake you up.

You were sure that you were in a dream when you opened your eyes and saw your beautiful wife in front of you. The sleepiness immediately seeped away and you sat up so quickly your head spun but you ignored it and wrapped your arms around Kate, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug.

''Babe!'' you whine out, hiding your face into the crook of her neck. ''You're home!''

''I'm home, I'm home.'' she reassured you, returning the embrace without a second thought, rubbing your back so you knew she was here to stay. ''You look beautiful, baby.''

''Oh, this?'' you pull away a bit, blush on your cheeks as you remembered the surprise you prepared. ''I wanted to look nice to you, wanted to give you a reward for how hard you've been working.''

''Yeah?'' she whispers with a grin, her hand sneaking to your hip and massaging the soft flesh while the other one toys with the top's strap. ''We don't have to do anything if you're too tired, though.'' she tells you, never pressuring you into anything.

''I want this. I need this.'' you reassure her, having missed her touch for far too long.

''Okay then, beautiful.'' Kate gives in, placing kisses against your neck. ''Do you think you could get yourself ready for me? Put on a show while I undress, hm?''

The way she phrases these demands in a way that feels like a soft order always makes you blush, your core tingling in anticipation for what is to come. Pressing a quick kiss against her lips, you pull away and situate yourself against the headboard, your back supported by plush pillows.

As you spread your legs, Kate's mouth goes dry at the sight of a slit in your panties. Little minx, she thinks, as the slit perfectly showcases your wet folds and clit, tempting her like an offering.

You giggle as her pupils widen and begin gently massaging your folds with one hand, using the other one to play with one of your breasts. You start slow, the fuzziness from your little nap making you want to enjoy this rather than rush it. And besides, it's been so long since your wife has seen you like this, so it's better to let her enjoy the view as long as she can.

Kate can barely focus on anything else other than the sight of you, laid out so perfectly and all for her to see. She still somehow manages to take her clothes off one by one, but her eyes stay peeled on you. The clothes are discarded carelessly throughout the bedroom, she couldn't be bothered to fold and put them away neatly right now.

''Fuck, baby.'' she breathes out, biting her lips as you carefully slip a finger into your heat. You can feel your core clench at the sight of her, her strong and lean form commanding worship and admiration. She was always so sexy to you, making you wet at the mere sight of her bare body.

''Let me take over, yeah? Wouldn't be fair to let you do all the work after I neglected you for so long.'' she insists as she crawls over you, gently prying your hand away from your core and licking your finger clean of your wetness, enjoying the little sound she pulls out of you at the action.

''Tell me, my sweet,'' she begins, looking up at you with a devilish smile. ''How shall I have you tonight? Any requests?''

That was your Kate, always wanting to please you and spoil you, always letting you choose and abiding by your wishes. A thought springs up in your head, an idea that you've been mulling over lately.

''Could I, uhm...'' you trail off unsurely, feeling embarrassed by your request but she simply stays silent, letting you gather the courage. There would be no judgement, not from her.

''Could I ride your face?'' you say with a squeak, cheeks reddening as you rush the words out and you don't even have time to cover your face in embarrassment before Kate pulls you into a kiss. You quickly relax into it, taking it as a good sign. And indeed it was.

Kate looks like she just won the lottery, a proud smile on her face as you both pull away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.

''I've been waiting for you to ask me that.'' she admits with a breathless chuckle, pressing a kiss against your nose before sitting up. ''C'mere, babygirl. Up you go.''

She switches your positions, with her now laying on the bed and you perched on top of her, straddling her chest with your thighs.

''What if I hurt you?'' you ask nervously, looking down at her with worry in your eyes.

''Nonsense, dear. It would be an honor to get hurt from that.'' she jokes but her expression quickly turns comforting. ''I'll tap your thigh three times if I need you to move, so don't worry.''

Feeling better at her reassurance, you lift your hips and let her position you as she sees fit. Kate maneuvers you so your core is directly above her mouth, the light caress of her breath on your folds causing shivers to run down your back.

Her hands are firmly gripping the back of your thighs, supporting you from just under your buttocks before gently lowering you.

Her mouth immediately latches onto your most sensitive spots. Her tongue sucking on your folds and running over your entrance while her nails leave indents into your skin.

You cry out, unable to do anything but chase the feeling by grinding down on her face, which only motivates her more. Kate eats like a woman starved, like she was dying of hunger ever since she was deployed.

Her mouth works tirelessly and her nose bumps against your clit, making you go crazy with the stimulation. It feels amazing without being too overwhelming and you find yourself cursing your hesitance to try this sooner.

No time like the present though, so you continue moving your hips in order to chase the pleasure and the euphoria. The slurping noises your wife makes have you letting out a choked gasp, her enjoyment turning you on even more. She doesn't relent, doesn't let you or herself rest and at one point you're worried about her jaw.

But any thoughts are quickly wiped out from your mind and all you can focus on is chasing the pleasure until you hit climax, screaming out your wife's name so it echoes through the bedroom. Your body spasms, back arching as you orgasm and Kate eagerly laps up every drop of your come, not letting anything go to waste.

Eventually you whine at the overstimulation and gently push your wife's head away from your sensitive core, your whole body shaking.

As soon as she feels the gentle shove, Kate pulls away and quickly sits up and pulls you into her lap.

You loosely wrap your arms around her neck, head resting against her chest so you can hear her heartbeat while your own calms down. You slowly catch your breath, unable to speak just yet.

Pressing a kiss against your sweaty forehead, Kate presses a bottle of water against your lips, one you always keep on your nightstand. She urges you to drink, making sure you stay hydrated.

''Wanna take a bath or do you think you need some more time in my arms, sweetheart?'' she asks as she puts the bottle aside, squeezing your body against hers.

You let out a small whine, pressing your face into the crook of her neck, a sign which Kate understands as needing more time.

''More cuddles then.'' she concludes with a smile, playing with your hair while pressing occasional kisses against your face.

''I missed you so damn much.'' she whispers, nuzzling her nose against yours. ''And we're definitely doing that again.''

You chuckle, feeling as you can take on anything now that you're back in your love's arms.

''I missed you too.'' you reply, pressing your lips gently against her pulse point. ''I love you.''

''I love you too, my sweet.

It's good to be home.''

[ilium-ilia]

Kate's wife wants kids.

But adoption is difficult and long, and finding a donor is expensive and soul sucking. She can see the way your eyes widen at the children at the park, at the mothers holding their infants, at the baby clothes you pass in the store. She sees the way you buzz at the mere mention of children; of starting a family.

So eventually, she confides in the man she trusts most: John Price.

Of course, he prefers to do things the old fashioned way.

It's a simple arrangement. He fucks you under her supervision. Head cradled in her lap, she strokes your cheeks as he ruts into you. She talks over his grunts, saying how well you're doing, and she can't wait to see you pregnant; to make you a mom. She's always there to clean up after him, making you come undone on her fingers and tongue until you're a right mess. Kate keeps him updated with weekly texts to see how the tests have gone and when he needs to come back.

He gets you pregnant after only two months (a feat which John prides himself on. Kate thanks him for his efficient work, as usual). Within a year, he's named the godfather of the kid, and you and Kate welcome your sweet little girl into the world.

John is not at all surprised when Kate messages him again two years later asking for that same favor.

[kkusuka]

kate laswell would let john price fuck her wife and i stand by that.

it doesn’t matter if she was the one who brought it up, i mean she’s known him forever, they get along great and she knows he’ll treat you the way you deserve. and maybe some part of her wants him to fuck you because she knows that you’re hers— it doesn’t matter how much dick you take when you run back home to her. she wants price to know what a sweet cunt she gets to have whenever she wants.

or maybe she can see the way your eyes travel down his neck, to his built shoulders, all the way down to his thick forearms and sturdy hands. and how you can only look him in the eye for a few seconds at a time, and can only talk to him for two minutes before you’re stuttering and excusing yourself.

she thinks it cute, the way you hide your face in her lap as the captain rearranges your guts. hands gripping the mattress, mouth sucking on the fabric of her panties, trying to muffle your moans and gasps— fucking adorable. you don’t want john to know just how much of a desperate slut you are, as if your mouth being occupied takes away from your soaked pussy.

and it gets so much better when kate pulls you up and off john’s cock only to make you sit up and ride him. but you can barely lift yourself up so she has to bounce you one his dick herself.

and when john finally comes in your sore cunt, she makes you both watch it drip out of your abused hole. and when it stops for print she makes john eat it all back up— i mean he can’t make a mess of you then leave without cleaning it up, can he?

[emeraldbloodcrown]

Bestfriend!Johnny being an absolute menace and getting his hands on Laswell's and Price's phone at a drunken get-together with the 141. Just some harmless fun, he said, what's the harm in downloading a dating app on their phones; if anything they might stop being such hard asses after finally getting some.

What he didn't account for was you, using the same app, who just so happen to match with both of them.

Or the next time he would swing by your place unannounced, finding his captain balls deep inside of you while the chief smoked next to you, promising to take you next if you just took it like a good girl.

[spurbleu]

really obsessed with the head cannon that kate laswell and john price have the same type. cw. mentions of alcohol

you’re stuffed to the railing, sweating on the itching oak as you swallow the anxiety of being alone. your friend lost to the swells of dance music that feels misplaced against the dark hues that plaster this hole in the wall.

maybe a drink will blanket the nerves. you turn to the bartender, but your mouth chokes. request dies before it reaches your tongue, his back to you and, just like the rest of the patrons who flag him down, you’re a blur.

you fizzle out against the table, and decide to just wallow in whatever awkwardness has offered itself to you.

“can i buy you a drink, darl’?”

his voice sounds like a liquor that is far outside your budget. doesn’t belong and a bleeding, dilapidated bar in the middle of nowhere cityscape. raw, mahogany. cools the back of your neck until you’re sweating somewhere else.

you turn, and the liquor intensifies. you feel drunk looking at him, blue eyes and a classic attractiveness that reels you in until the hook catches the top of your mouth and your drooling.

“what?”

he laughs. rum, “you need a drink,” he winks, and you drink it in, “let me help with that.”

you’re damseled. bambi at a bar with a mouth that hasn’t the slightest idea how to reply, or a mind to think of a way to escape.

you weren’t scared of this because you didn’t think it would happen. but now that it is, you’ve never been more terrified.

the stranger rendered you immovable and short circuiting, and you surprise yourself when you blurt,

“im gay.”

shock renders on his face before it melts. softens the harsh layers of facial hair until his gaze settles over your shoulder.

the hand on your waist beats your gaze. you swallow.

“my friend giving you trouble, sweet’eart?”

when you do look over your shoulder, you catch freckles, honey blonde hair, and a smile that’s killed gods.

“don’t worry, i’ve gotcha.”

[cod-indulgences]

Everyone x female!reader, oral sex, rimming, overstimulation, references to squirting

Part 1 (not smut)

PUSSY kisses from the lads:

Price gets right in there. Prefers a fuzzy cunt, he likes to make sure your slick and scent gets all worked into the hair and that includes his mustache. Big wet sucks to your clit with both hands on your thighs. No fingers, you can come on his mouth or his cock.

Soap's a messy eater. Licking from top to bottom and up again, spitting on your clit before he sucks it like candy. Fucks you on his tongue until you're gushing then slurps it up with a moan. This isn't about you this is for him. He's desperate to get you to come in his mouth, he's fucking dying of thirst, just needs a drink from his baby.

Gaz starts off all sweet and gentle, warming you up, but after you've come he's still hungry. This man is the diesel engine of eating cunt, he's going and going and not ready to stop. Fingers in your hole and tongue on your clit just riding you through the shakes and stimulation.

Ghost puts you on your front and eats it from behind so he can take the mask off. Does this mean he's just as likely to shove his tongue in your ass? Absolutely. He's here to get any hole he can wet and begging so he can fuck it. Oral is the hor d'oeuvre to his main meal which is fucking you senseless.

Bonus:

Ale and Rudy tag teaming you, one at your clit the other at your hole, thighs spread so far they cramp to make enough room for them both. Deep slow licks and fast teases, they're making out with each other as much as your pussy. Spit and slick all over, just messy as fuck.

König is deep and slow, dragging his tongue from your hole to your clit over and over, no matter how much you whine or jerk your hips he's going at his pace. Taking his time to learn each fold and wrinkle and delicate nerve. He likes natural hair too, wants to see it all matted down with sweat when he finally puts his lips on your clit and sucks, your voice wrecked with screaming as at last you're allowed to fall over the edge.

Kate- oh God, nothing like a woman to eat cunt. She knows exactly where you need her, when her tongue should slip in alongside her fingers and when to blow over your clit to make your squirm. How to hook her fingers up against your g-spot as she sucks your clit, as steady and careful as anything else in her career, forcing you into a climax that doesn't stop, can't stop, not with her lips and fingers and tongue all working you harder and harder until you black out.

[call-of-daydreams]

18th Century CoD Characters - Types of jobs they have

Before we start this, I am well aware that most of this farming was not a thing in the 18th century. While I am researching to keep everything correct, I decided to add other forms of farming to make things more interesting. This long drabble does not only talk about the type of farming they do but also possible side jobs they might do.

DO NOT copy, translate, or change this drabble in any way. This is my work and my research. I've spent a lot of time researching and I would appreciate it if it was enjoyed but not stolen. Reposts and comments are more than welcome, and feedback is always accepted.

Word count: 2,325

Estimated reading time: 9 min 18 sec

John Price-

He absolutely owns and maintains a subsistence farm. He loves to provide for you and possibly kids but he also likes providing for his community. I also feel like he dedicates all of his time to maintaining his farm and expanding it to be able to accommodate his community so he has no “side job” per say but he definitely helps his mates out with their side hustles when he needs something to keep himself busy. However he mostly spends his free time hanging out with Simon, helping Simon repair guns.

Subsistence farming is all about personal use. This is the type of farming you do to feed yourself or your family but can also be used to feed your community. Mostly done for trade not profit.

Johnny MacTavish-

Absolutely owns a dairy farm and no one can tell me otherwise. He owns just enough cows to not only provide for the two of you and maybe future kids but also to trade with your neighbors that are about a mile away but you're still close to. cough cough John, Simon, and Gaz cough cough. Anyways, since he doesn’t own a lot of cows he doesn’t have to do much other than to make sure none of them go lame and to make sure they have water and are fed. Speaking of, he does grow his own hay so he doesn’t have to buy it from anyone. It’s cheaper. He also starts to dabble in blacksmithing because he found out that he can make his own gates so he can expand his land whenever he wants to for his cows to roam. Though, you do tell him to stop before he really injures himself, he tells you and I quote “It’ll be fine lass, it’s cheaper this way anyhow.” You do also help milk the cows, it saves his back.

Dairy farmers are responsible for caring and managing the milk production process. They oversee the feeding, breeding, milking, and herd management. They also grow crops to feed the herd.

Simon Riley-

He is a Commercial farmer. He grows crops and raises animals to make money so he can spoil you. Almost every week he goes into town to sell his crops or to sell an animal for money or sometimes trade. However, there is an animal from almost every species that you made him promise he can’t sell. The hen that has pretty spots and lays the brown eggs you collect every morning for breakfast, he can’t sell. The cow that Johnny sold you years ago that’s not making milk anymore because she can’t have anymore calves, Simon can’t sell. You helped him raise that girl since she was a baby, he can’t just give her away. Anyways, when he’s not working on his farm with any free time he has where he’s not spending with you he’s being a gunsmith. He’s a very well known gunsmith in town and people are always going to him so they can fix their guns or so they can sell them for extra money.

Commercial farming implies that you raise animals and crops and you sell them to the open market to make profit. It performs as a large-scale production of crops and livestock. Usually, commercial farming is a full time occupation.

Kyle Garrick-

I see him as a rancher. I feel like Kyle is the one who has all sorts of animals such as cows (obviously), chickens, horses, pigs, goats, sheep, etc. (Between me and you he definitely is the one who gives Simon's wife all the animals Simon can’t sell because he likes to rile Simon up). That’s not to say Kyle is safe from you, his wife. Because there are animals that he owns that he cannot get rid of either because of you. He simply cannot say no to you. You even talked him into letting you feed and keep a stray cat even though he insisted that the two of you have enough animals to take care of. The power you hold. Also you use the wool from the sheep to make/patch up Kyles' clothes. As for his side job I believe he’s a printer. He loves it because he gets all the town's gossip to print out and distribute but you also enjoy it because you’re kinda the first one to know everything. And best believe that he validates his sources so he asks questions. He doesn’t want to be the one putting out false information. In conclusion, he loves working on his farm but he loves gossiping and could spend hours doing so.

Ranching is a large farm for raising horses, beef cattle, or sheep. Ranchers care for and manage livestock. Thet maintain the land and equipment needed for livestock care. They oversee breeding and medical treatments of their animals. And finally, they handle tasks related to farm equipment and facilities.

Kate Laswell-

Definitely see Kate as a Mixed farmer. She likes to be very hands on with his work so why doesn’t she not only take care of animals but also crops. I feel as though the only animals you two would raise on the farm would be horses and barn cats. Don’t ask me why, it’s just a feeling I have. Also there is a little garden that she set up on the side of the house just for you so you could have fresh fruit and vegetables to make delicious meals for you and her. As for a side job can we see Kate as a cobbler?? Because I can vividly see it. She makes you the most comfortable shoes she can so you don’t have to worry about your feet aching after a long walk around town, looking at all the different items being sold. Of course she has other customers than you but you're like her little guinea pig when it comes to testing new materials or a new style of shoes because she knows that you’ll be honest with her.

Mixed farming takes place when your farm comprises at least 10% and at most 49% of animal breeding. This means that your profit is made from around half of the animal products and around half of the crops you’re selling. Mixed farmers engage in agricultural practices that combine crop cultivation and livestock rearing on the same farm. This approach allows farmers to diversify their production, use resources more efficiently, and improve soil health through crop rotation and animal manure.

Valeria Garza-

She’s a hay and wheat farmer. Hay is a very high-demand product and why would she not grow it in bulk? Why would she not sell it when there’s a drought and farmers run on hay? Why wouldn’t she want to make a profit with something that’s in such high demand? And because you have wheat in supply year-round baking has become your new favorite hobby. Especially when it comes to trying new flavor combinations. She loves coming inside after a long day of work to a nice cozy home that smells absolutely delicious. She also steals a sweet treat to taste when you’re not looking. Valeria’s side job? Something with alcohol. I’m thinking about her being a tavern keeper or a bootlegger, or both. It’s Valeria, I gotta let her keep her bad girl persona in some way. She definitely runs her tavern under the guise as something else and only select people know that her tavern exists. There used to be more, I wonder where they went-

A hay farmer will always be popular, simply because the demand for hay has increased tenfold in the last couple of years or so. The more time passes, the higher the demand for livestock is. Which is why commercial farmers need more and more hay to feed their animals. Therefore growing hay is quite a lucrative means of making money. Farming wheat is about the same thing.

Konig-

Konig is also a rancher. I’m sorry but you’re telling me that when you see this big beefy man you don’t automatically think about him being a rancher. That’s like the only type of farming I can picture him being into. Even though he is so big, I can see him being extremely careful to not hurt his baby goats or to not hurt one of his chickens. He also most definitely built you a garden so you can feel helpful around the house. After all, he is a big man. And that big man has a big appetite so it’s important to him that he has fresh big meals for each of his three daily meals. I’m leaning towards Konig being a logger as his second job. I don’t really know why, but I feel like based on his size and muscle, he could cut down trees and split logs so fast. I also may or may not be thinking about him building you both a little cabin and little buildings where you can go to do your hobbies in peace.

Ranching is a large farm for raising horses, beef cattle, or sheep. Ranchers care for and manage livestock. Thet maintain the land and equipment needed for livestock care. They oversee breeding and medical treatments of their animals. And finally, they handle tasks related to farm equipment and facilities.

Keegan-

Pastoral farming. Keegan likes to keep busy and therefore he likes to keep a lot of animals. Mostly for selling their products at the market (Most of which you make). Butter, yogurt, bottling milk, eggs, and meat (which he takes care of) gets sold for profit. Yes, you and Mrs. MacTavish have a little bit of friendly competition between you both since your husbands sell almost the same thing. However, you both help each other out, especially since her husband Mr. Mactavish keeps her with child almost year round. For his side job I can see him as a cabinet maker for some reason. I don’t know why I see this but I like to imagine that he makes good profit from it since everyone needs the extra storage space or just to replace cabinets. Plus, it would be hot watching him using a handsaw and cutting wood from the kitchen window, leaning on a counter he built.

Pastoral farming essentially refers to raising livestock and poultry for mass production of animal products such as milk, chicken eggs, or meat. The animals need to be kept in special shelters, and they are usually fed every type of food out there that can get them bigger and more efficient at producing the animal products.

Phillip Graves-

Organic farming. You cannot tell me that he doesn’t seem like the type of man to only eat organic fruits and vegetables. So, why wouldn’t he also have you eating only the best? This is more of a side job for the both of you and not a full time farming job. But he has been thinking about introducing some more animals into the two of your lives instead of the 2 dogs you two own. Phillip’s side job is definitely him being a saddler. Yes, you both own horses because that's the main form of transport and he just wants to make sure that whenever the two of you ride somewhere that you're comfortable. So one day he dabbled in fixing your saddle to make it more comfortable for you and after that you urged him to make a profit off of this new found skill. 

Organic farming is the type of food that you get without the use of modern artificial additives, like for example pesticides or any sort of chemical fertilizers. On top of that, they’re natural in the sense that they’re not treated with radiation, industrial solvents, etc.

Alejandro Vargas-

Sedentary Farming. He owns a large property and he’s invested heavily in taking care of his animals. He likes this type of farming since it is very simple and it easily makes him money. Yes, he does use most of his land just to go horseback riding with eachother but without having to go be social with other people. Not that you both don’t like social interaction, Alejandro loves talking to people. In fact, you can’t take this man anywhere without him finding someone he knows but sometimes he just wants to be alone with you spending some much needed quality time with you. Outside the house that is. Alejandros side job is being a gunsmith. Like Simon, I just feel like this job is very fitting and I can’t really think about a job that is a better fit. He mostly fixes guns while asking Rodolfo to make a certain part that he’s missing so really the two of them are a partnership.

Sedentary farming is the complete opposite of nomadic farming. Instead of moving with the herd, constantly changing your location in search for greener areas, you use the exact same land every year and you don’t move the animals in the slightest. It’s a good choice if you wish to heavily invest in an area and not worry about expanding anytime soon. It is a very simple lifestyle, but it is also effective at making you a lot of money.

Rodolfo Parra-

I don’t know why but I see him as Alejandro’s farm hand. They’re best friends so why wouldn’t they help each other out? If anything they both invested into the land so they work together to raise the animals. Plus, with the two of them, it takes the workload off of both of their shoulders so they can spend more time with their wives. And something about Alejandro and Rudy being best friends and raising their kids as almost siblings does something to me. Rodolfo’s side job is being a blacksmith. Since he works as Alejandro’s farm hand most of his day is spent making sure everything is in order. He takes up blacksmithing so he can better his job.

[luvbabydoll]

a/n: i don’t know what came over me! but john price x laswell x you

the air’s thick with cigar smoke and something darker, heavier—tension coiled tight as you kneel between her thighs. your lips are slick, messy with her, and your tongue’s working her over in sloppy, desperate strokes now. you’re past tentative, past shy—her taste’s coating your mouth, bitter-sweet and intoxicating, and the way she’s grinding against your face has your head buzzing. her hand’s fisted in your hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and her breaths are coming in sharp, filthy little gasps.

“fuck, sweetheart,” kate groans, her voice wrecked, unraveling as you suck and lick at her clit like it’s the only thing that matters. “you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

you barely hear her over the wet sounds filling the room, your own muffled whimpers vibrating against her cunt. your hands dig into her thighs, nails biting skin, and she’s trembling now, so close you can feel it. john’s watching from that damn armchair, cigar smoldering between his fingers, but his eyes are black with hunger, locked on you—his sweet, innocent wife—eating out his boss.

“christ, look at you,” he growls, voice rough as gravel, thick with smoke and lust. “makin’ a mess of her. didn’t think my girl had such a dirty mouth.”

kate’s hips buck, a choked moan spilling from her as you double down, tongue plunging deeper, lips sucking harder. she’s dripping down your chin, and you’re so lost in it you don’t even care how sloppy you look—cheeks flushed, mascara smearing, spit and slick everywhere. john stubs out the cigar with a harsh twist, the ashtray clattering as he pushes up from the chair. you feel the floor creak as he moves, his shadow falling over you, and then his boots are planted right behind you.

“time to reward my good girl,” he mutters, and before you can process it, his big hand’s sliding down your back, rough and possessive. he yanks your skirt up, bunching it around your hips, and you shudder as the cool air hits your soaked panties. kate’s still rocking against your mouth, her grip tightening as she watches him, a wicked glint in her eye.

john doesn’t bother teasing—two thick fingers hook your panties aside and plunge into you, stretching you open with no warning. you cry out, the sound muffled against kate’s cunt, and the vibration makes her jerk, cursing under her breath. he’s not gentle, pumping into you hard and fast, curling his fingers just right to hit that spot that makes your legs shake. your pussy clenching around him, dripping down his knuckles, and the wet squelch of it mixes with the filthy noises you’re pulling from kate.

“fuckin’ soaked,” john rasps, free hand cracking down on your ass with a sharp slap that makes you jolt. “gettin’ off on this, aren’t ya? my wife’s a slut for it.”

you moan into kate, half-delirious, your body caught between his relentless fingers and her pulsing heat. she’s unraveling now, thighs locking around your head as she grinds harder, chasing it. “don’t stop,” she hisses, voice breaking, and you don’t—you can’t—tongue flicking and sucking until she shatters, a ragged cry tearing out of her as she comes on your face, slick flooding your mouth.

john doesn’t let up, fucking you through it with his fingers, his thumb rubbing messy circles over your clit until you’re whimpering, hips bucking back against him. kate slumps back, panting, watching you with a dazed, sated smirk as john leans down, breath hot against your ear.

“made her scream, love,” he murmurs, dark and proud. “now let’s see how loud i can make you.”

his fingers twist deeper, and you’re gone—clenching hard, soaking his hand as you come undone with a broken sob, face still buried in kate’s lap. she strokes your hair, soft now, while john’s growl of approval rumbles through you, his fingers slowing but not stopping, milking every last shudder from you.

[purpleshell-x]

kate “would die for her wife” laswell

kate “loves expensive dates but also loves just sitting outside on the porch together while drinking coffee w/ wife” laswell

kate “who hates overly loud people but loves when her wife talks and talks and talks” laswell

kate “won’t quit smoking after her doctors would scold her every time she went but would for her wife” laswell

kate "who is secretly a huge romantic when it comes to her wife" laswell

kate “hates to dance but will in private w/ her wife” laswell

[miscfandomwrites]

Laswell definitely is some type of gay. Can't be anything other than that. Lesbian, bisexual, pansexual- she likes women. And sure, physical attractiveness is part of it, something about being with men and being about to not have to deal with yard work or killing the random spider that crept into the kitchen while she was cooking is great,

But women.

Something in her just clicks. It feels as if a puzzle piece she didn't know was missing was finally put into place. Being able to be both soft around them and have her domineering side makes her feel like she can finally breathe.

Coming back home to a girlfriend waiting oh so patiently for her with their cats in tow as she opens the front door, greeted by the smell of her girl's perfume, the candle burning on the coffee table, food cooking away on the stove and something inside her heals just a bit.

Being able to do her lover's hair since she always seems to make the perfect buns and can style bangs easily, cooking in the kitchen and laughing when she accidently gets covered in flour, stealing kisses in between bites of freshly made cookies, having wine nights while they binge watch some early 2000's TV series, their feet on her lap as she makes an occasional comment about the show. Smiling softly at her when she thinks they don't notice (they do) and imaging their future together.

Crawling into bed finally, tugging the covers over her soon-to-be wife's shoulders as she softly smiles at her, admiring the person that she's fallen hopelessly and honestly in love with. Knowing that the ring tucked into her work bag will finally see the sun the next day when she asks her to be her person, forever.

[hangmeandbangme]

Laswell and her massive bitch breaker strap-on that she uses on the girl who pickpocketed her. She knew she was getting robbed but she let you dig your grave and now you can lie in it as she fucks your underprepared pussy and nonchalantly talks about all the ways she’ll make you repay her.

[tojisun]

older coworker laswell dropping you off and buying you snacks and complimenting your work and telling you how amazing you are, until you start looking at her for praise and love and god she gives it to you so much, you don’t even realize that this? this is her reeling you in.

she’s been told, by price during their smoke break, that she needs to be careful. that girls like you have glass for a heart.

and kate just looks at him with her eyes crinkled, cheeks round in her smile, and says, “s’why she’s perfect for me, john.”

(something about laswell sniffing out your mommy issues and. yk. fixing you up.)

[waves-against-a-cliff]

being laswell's little assistant :(

laswell often hires a new assistant every few years, giving new people a foot in the door into the CIA. but you? oh you're the cutest one she's ever seen. all soft, wide hips and thick thighs wearing those pencil skirts that make her mouth water. your lip gloss catching her lamp desk light just right to make you look even more kissable.

she finds herself fantasizing about having you under her desk. letting you put that mouth to good use while she provides overwatch for the boys. shoving a vibrator up your cunt and adjusting it's settings on her phone as she pleases just to see your knees buckle a little. she keeps her thoughts to herself, content to watch you around her office. to turn up the heat in the building just to see you undo the top three buttons of your blouse. "is that okay ma'am? it's really hot in here,"

god, the way ma'am had never sounded so good before you said it. she wanted your nails to leave marks on her skin as she made you take her strap down to very bottom. to watch the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head when she pressed the bullet vibrator on your clit.

but they remained fantasies. just something to occupy her while she shoved her hand into her pants late at night for some stress relief. something she had been doing increasingly more often.

it was all fine until the boys met the pretty little bird that had been helping laswell. she wasn't a fool. she saw the way their eyes dragged over you, how price seemed to bore holes into your skirt like he had x-ray vision.

this simply wouldn't do.

so one night she invited you to stay in the office for a few drinks. "to celebrate," she said. it only took a few glasses of wine to get you all loose, to get you to abandon any work protocol you had learned and accept her hand sliding up your thigh. higher and higher.

"ma'am?" you asked softly, blinking softly up at the blonde older woman who was slowly running two fingers over your clothed slit which was becoming damp with your own slick. laswell just hummed as a response and pushed your panties to the side. the pads of her fingers brushed against your clit and you gasped, your hips jerking slightly.

"been a while since someone touched you?" she asked and you nodded, gasping and moaning as her dexterous fingers rubbed circles on your sensitive clit. "gonna cum for me? gonna cum with me barely doing anything?"

you writhed underneath her gaze, "y-yes ma'am. fuck, yes like that, like that." your thighs began to tense up and your toes curled within your shoes as she teased the orgasm out of you. your nails continued to dig into her arm as she kept at it until you were trying to pull her hand away, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle at once.

the next week you returned to the office with a dainty chain around your neck.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

The Type of BF/GF Cod Characters Would Be (Scenario)

You know, like that one thing circling around TikTok

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

And yes I'm aware that some have repeated characters, some fit more than one

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

A/n: I'm honestly on a roll and I've had my morning coffee so I'll start cracking, I have been trying to post more recently since it's October and I didn't really partake in the tober fests so I thought posting more might be good. Just me or are biker fucking hot? Yeah it's probs my thing for masked men.

Disclaimers/Warnings: OOC??

Doberman Boyfriend/Girlfriend whose first instinct was to protect you when you officially became theirs, initially they were always protective in subtle ways, subtle ways that also assert dominance over others. Little things like having a hand on your lower back or gently gripping your waist to move you. Their claimed spot is behind you, since they always find it to work when intimidating others and making sure no one even glances at you the wrong way. Might seem like they're intimidating but to you it's a different story, they're sweeter, more docile? Just far more affectionate and you basically have them wrapped around your finger. Switches in the bedroom but dom leaning, can be subs if you want them to be.

Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves.

Golden Retriever Boyfriend/Girlfriend who are so loyal to the bone, they're fun and oftentimes a little himbo-ish? Quality is the best spent with you, kind of follows you around all the time. They're very clingy but do respect your personal space if you aren't in the mood, though that's what you love about them isn't it? That's they're insistent and wouldn't give up on you no matter what. Also love doing things for you (acts of service) and lives for it when you praise them. Switches in the bedroom, sub leaning.

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Tabby cat Boyfriend/Girlfriend whose chill around others but absolutely craves your affection behind closed doors. The kind of people sometimes randomly show affection in front of others even if they HATE pda. The kind of people who have been traumatized yet still affectionate as can be, everyone loves them for being down to earth but they do have bit of an odd side that only you see. Is a hardcore switch, no leaning.

Characters: Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Black cat Boyfriend/Girlfriend who randomly bring home things that made them think of you, they knew you'd like it but only let out a subtle smirk. Lives for you being their adorable little sunshine, mean and cold towards other but less with you. Tried to give you tough love but eventually gave in because you are you. You know how cats sometimes bring you dead animals as a proof of affection and acceptance, they've done that... only with a human head of course. Providing for you and making sure you're taken care of is their love language, very protective and can really hurt people if they wanted to, someone hurts or upsets you? Their head will be displayed on your front porch. Hardcore doms in the bedroom. (Yandere AU anyone??)

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves.

[sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame]

*Angrily looks around* ok so we're not writing more werewolf Valeria???? Fucking fine I'll do it myself

En Sus Marcus Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: Valeria hunts you through the woods, fucks the shit out of you. Congratulations you won and you're her pet housewife now <3

2nd person omniscient, black reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, no actual smut in this chapter but still sexy as fuck, kinda dubcon, but reader's DEF into it, bimbo reader, reader's dumb as shit y'all. That being said I could see myself doing similar, dom Valeria, sub reader, predator/prey dynamic, fucky and inaccurate Spanish (corrections greatly appreciated)

This is self indulgent trash and I the humble outdoor cat feasting on the week old chicken wings inside it.

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It was stupid to be out in the forest this late, you knew how stupid it was to be in the forest this late.

You were exhausted. Your boss had worked you to the bone for the last three fucking years and still had the nerve to complain when you used your pto for a single week off to enjoy Halloween—your least busy week of the year—by yourself in a cozy little cabin in the woods.

But you were also stupid. So stupid. And so scared. Your first day in you nearly gave yourself carbon monoxide poisoning when you forgot to open the fireplace hatch. Your second day, you'd left the gas on for an hour and set the smoke alarm off for the second time in three days, and now, your third day in, you saw what looked like a limping dog outside, in the pitch black darkness and your dumbass decided to follow it?

You were cursing yourself out the entire time. Horror movie rule number one was without fail, the black guy dies first. And here you were waltzing into the woods after a random animal that you full well could've hallucinated.

But you didn't. You know you didn't. And while that dog was huge, if it was willing to come that close to the house it had to have been someone's pet. Even if it was a wolf dog or something it was obvious it had been abandoned. You weren't a vet, but it seemed way too alert and aware of how you stood by the door. You'd seen YouTube videos of how animals with rabies acted. They were haunting, but the dog didn't move like that. Aside from a slight limp its head still darted in your direction when it spotted you peeking out the giant glass door into the backyard. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth when it heard you call after it for godsake.

You couldn't explain why or how, and you hoped it wouldn't attack you because explaining why you left the house to medical professionals would make you feel like the biggest wet noodle known to man, but it looked like it wanted you to come closer. So you did.

You walked towards it slowly, making sure to avoid eye contact and making yourself look too big or too small, trying to remember the "if it's black fight back, if it's brown get down" rule and whether or not that only applied to bears. You managed to close enough distance between the two of you that you could shine your phone's weak flashlight on the creature to check if there was any blood on it.

Thankfully there wasn't, not so thankfully it got up, and calmly walked further into the woods, turning its head back every few steps to stare at you pathetically.

At this point, maybe if you hadn't finished half a bottle of pink moscato, you would've recognized that it was probably just politely asking you to back off. In the way an animal does when it does not want to fight. But sadly, you had. And the wolf wasn't staring at you like it was trying to avoid a fight, It was staring at you like how dogs stare at people in those probably faked rescue videos where they lead the cameraman to a den full of newborn puppies.

You didn't know what was wrong with this animal but you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you didn't make sure. And you didn't know that there were multiple hotlines in the area you could call instead of risking both of your lives.

It kept looking back at you, tail flat between its legs, ears pinned back, what could only be considered a giant dopey looking smile on its face as you trailed behind it for long enough that your feet started to hurt despite the hiking boots you'd thrown on before leaving the house.

You were freezing sadly because it was the sole practical element of your outfit.

You were in a lacy pink silk nightie that stopped just at your thigh. Thick brown thighs jiggling a little with each step. If you'd bent over, the wolf could've gotten a nice and pleasant view of your pussy peaking out from underneath the fabric cause you never went to bed with panties on. You could've run to pick some up but you didn't want to chance that the animal would be gone by the time you got back with no proof of if it even existed.

Your phone battery was low. Not dangerously so, but enough that it made you really stupid for going out without your little pink portable charger.

But it was such a stupid spontaneous decision. One you'd spend the rest of your life paying for.

You froze when the wolf darted out of sight suddenly. So fast you didn't have time to point your light towards the direction it ran, it was gone before your eyes had caught up to your ears and processed the rustling of leaves trailing off into the distance.

And now you were painfully aware of the fact that you were alone in the woods. And you had no idea how far you'd gone off the path. And that even if it had stayed, the injured animal probably couldn't offer you much help against a bear, or worse, a man with a gun.

You started shivering, the crisp fall air was delightful in the early mornings, but the sun set at 5pm that day and it was in the high forties now. You weren't even wearing a little sweater to keep your arms warm.

Valeria noticed.

She hadn't actually been injured. She wasn't even limping believe it or not, you just weren't wearing your glasses and couldn't tell that she was walking normally. Let alone that she was much much bigger than a wolf dog.

You smelled divine with your pumpkin spice body oil and the cheap wine clinging to your lips.

Valeria was here for fun too. She owned these woods. And everything in them. She was stunned that you hadn't noticed how deadly silent your romantic evening walk had been. There were so many signs this was a trap.

It wasn't at first, of course. She rented the cabin out. She liked to see who stayed in her home away from home when she wasn't there. What they smelled like. Tasted like. If they looked fun to hunt. But then there you were. Standing outside in your pretty pink dress, her favorite color glowing against your skin and making you look like a goddess underneath the light of the moon. Normally she'd have left you alone. She'd always had a soft spot for pretty girls. But you looked and smelled so divine she just had to get closer. And closer. And closer.

She realized you'd spotted her the moment she realized you were her mate.

She could've shat herself she was so scared. The elation from finding her mate and complete dread at the fact that you were so gullible consumed her with every step you took further into the forest.

She'd have to teach you a lesson.

With all the spoiling she was gonna do to you, you'd probably get bratty. She'd have to teach you many more. She wasn't complaining.

But for now, you needed to learn why you don't follow strange animals into the woods.

And you needed to learn that you were hers. Quickly.

You looked around erratically. On the verge of tears. She could hear your little heartbeat racing.

That's when she decided to shift back.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" She nearly convinced herself she meant it.

You jolted around and immediately started bawling. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing you to her bare chest.

"Hey, it's alright. Can you tell me what happened, princesa?

You nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've just been so stressed at work and there was this dog—I think it was a wolf dog, and she's hurt and she's definitely someone's pet and she looked like she was leading me to her puppies and I got worried cause if she was willing to lead me there, that means she'd be willing to lead someone dangerous there, so I followed her and we went too deep into the woods and I'm on vacation, I don't know these woods, I'm from L.A.!"

She nodded along, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Pobrecita. You just need someone to protect you, huh?"

You froze. Suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that your head was pressed directly into the bare tits of another woman. You were far from displeased and it wasn't the first time, but still, why in the flying fuck would there be a woman in the woods even more naked than you were?

"Um, ma'am, why are you naked?"

She tossed her head back laughing.

"Ay, que rico, la niña que no lleva nada más que su lencería quiere saber por qué estoy desnuda."

You were kicking yourself mentally at the fact that you hadn't been more serious about learning Spanish all these years. That little green owl was going to kill you if this weird ass woman didn't do the job for him.

"I'm sorry?" Was all you said instead, trying to make your way out of her embrace.

It didn't work. She did let you wiggle around enough that you could crane your neck to look up at her, however, and by god were you grateful. Big pretty brown eyes, hair the perfect length to tug on while she ate you out, an aquiline nose. And the most beautiful, wolfish smile you could ever imagine.

She was the kind of woman that'd make you leave a room just to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of her.

You immediately felt guilty for sexualizing her despite the fact that she was naked and had pressed your face into her tits two seconds ago.

"Shit, you're not doing so hot either, huh? Do you wanna go back to where I'm staying and get some hot chocolate, maybe a shower? Alone! Of course! I can call anyone if you need help too! Oh wait I forgot I had my phone! I can just call the sheriff or something—" she grabbed your phone out of your hands and threw it off into the woods.

You were silent for an embarrassingly long time.

"What the fuck dude." You said it so quietly and calmly Valeria couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll remember where it went in the morning."

You tried with a lot more fervor to put yourself far out of arms reach from the woman, failing every time. She didn't even have to exert a large amount of strength to pin you to her. You didn't let it stop you, but you knew, you wouldn't be moving unless she let you.

She let her long, sharp—sharper than they should be, you had a fresh set of stilettos, they were not that sharp—nails graze your skin just slightly. A warning. You weren't dumb enough to miss that.

"Stop. Moving." Something was wrong. She growled at you. You'd been growled at before in bed by exes, they didn't sound like that. She sounded like she was barely able to form the words. Like she was twisting her vocal cords around to make sense of the random sounds and syncopations that just so happened to make your little pussy drool.

"Here's what's going to happen, princesa. I'm going to give you..." she leaned in to sniff at your bonnet, shivering and pressing her mouth to your forehead, letting out a moan as her hand snaked down your waist to rub at your ass, just above where your nightgown had already ridden up more than dangerously high. "Ten seconds."

"...Ten seconds to what?"

You could feel her grin grow unnaturally wide against you.

"To run."

This time you shivered. This poor woman was crazy and in need of help and here you were getting off to her delusions. What a creep.

"And then when I catch you, I'm going to breed that wet little pussy. I'm going to take you home. And I'm going to fill you up some more, sólo para asegurarme de que funciona."

You were having a hard time breathing. Her voice was so low and even. Her fingers danced at the hem of your dress and as awful as it was you didn't even want to run. You wanted her to snake her fingers just a bit lower and breed you here. You needed her fingers, her cock, her mouth, whatever she'd give you. You could feel your own cum pooling down your thighs which had literally never happened to you before. She was causing chemical reactions in your body you weren't sure had been previously seen within the human race.

She huffed, smiling a bit.

"Oh! Someone's excited."

You whimpered a bit, at the sensation of her claws digging into the fat of your ass.

"Let's get something straight, princesa. If you don't run properly," she pressed you even closer to her, "if you don't make the chase fun," she trailed her nose down the side of your face, pressing you impossibly close. Her grip so tight it was starting to actually hurt, "then I'll kill you."

You laughed a little bit, or tried to. Wheezed would be more accurate.

"Oh, I'm not kidding. Tengo que demostrar que serás una buena compañera, nena. Que te aseguraras de que tus hijas sean fuertes."

Valeria was of course, lying. But you didn't know that. You didn't know that she'd make sure your kids would grow up nice and strong and much much smarter than their ditsy mother was the day they first met.

"You ready, coñejita?" Her grip loosened slightly, and you immediately took your chance to bite her on the neck. Hard. Hoping she'd let go completely and you'd be able to run back to your cabin and use the ancient house phone before she cut the lines or something.

She didn't though, she just frowned. But you could see the edges of her lips fighting to twitch up into her normal Cheshire grin.

"I didn't say it was time to start running, coñejita."

She grabbed your jaw and tilted your head to the side, trailing her sharp teeth down your neck. You felt like they were cutting skin but her hot breath soothed the ache the second it started.

"En su marca."

She grabbed your ass so hard you could feel the chill night air on your dripping cunt.

"Lista."

She pressed a kiss to your neck with a gentleness you wouldn't have guessed she'd be capable of.

"Fuera."

You knew what it meant but she still didn't let go. She wanted you to feel it through your body when the chase had really begun.

She whispered into you ear, teasingly. Joyfully. An excited impatience emanating from her voice.

"Run."