#although there’s no pressure control which really sucks😭

[just-call-mefr1es]

guess who found a way to hack the system😋😋

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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[pearldog30]

David (hesh) Walker Head Cannon.

Alright, so. this was what y'all voted for that I do Hesh. So here's our bb boy hesh! Hope you all enjoy the head cannon on our boy 🖤

(also this hc is before he lost everybody. Because I genuinely can't bring myself to do that hc right now...)

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Warnings| a little tiny mention of PTSD.

I'm sorry but I can just imagine this man singing this song to you on your wedding day/anniversary 😭 (Love song say You won't let go by James Arthur) hesh can low key sing. no one can convince me otherwise!

I feel like hesh has only had 2 or 3 short-term girlfriends in the past, and each time he legit thought they were going to spend the rest of their life together, but they just ended up cheating on him or using him. and so when he met you he was very standoffish, and did not trust you for a while. because he thought you were like the others, so when you showed him that you only wanted HIM! When I tell you this man fell head over heels for you... It's like as if someone put the world in his hands. Because well.... in his eyes, they really did.

the very first person he introduced you to when you guys got together was Riley. This man was so nervous to introduce you to his goddamn dog, it was adorable. and when Riley liked you it was a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Since hesh's family is very VERY! important to him, it's important for them to like you too. So when he realized that you were the only one for him. he practically ran to his dad's house with you In his arms to introduce you to anybody. And when his dad/brother actually ended up liking you a lot. it just made him so madly in love with you.

out of all the guys when he's not working. he is the most sweetest, and genuine person ever! Which surprises a lot of people.

Since he grew up in San Diego he obviously is a big surfer. so if you're into surfing as well that is major bonus points for you. but if you're not, don't worry. he'll teach you, he'll definitely try to show you some tricks. And OHHH BOY! if Logan comes along, you might as well forget learning. cuz it's going to be a competition between those 2 on who can do better.

Slow dances with you in the kitchen. (although It's more like holding you in his arms and just standing there)

Since it's pretty obvious that hesh is a major Hot Head. (I mean just look at all the times he's blown up at everybody) so before he met you, he had quite the temper. And after y'all have been together for a while. you've noticed how much he's calmed down, like his temper is nowhere near as bad. To the point that even Merrick has said something about it "oh damn it looks like we're losing our boy. what has that woman done to you?" Merrick jokingly says, but he low-key grateful he's not as hot-headed anymore.

Now when it comes to day to day life he's a little... dumb. Like he's always calling his dad asking him if the difference between laundry detergent is the reason why his work-clothes have holes in them/asking if he should go to the emergency room because he's SOMEHOW sliced his leg open. so when you came into the picture just know you made Elias's blood pressure go down so much. you saved him from a heart attack.

I'm sorry but this MAN has a major sweet tooth. especially on the nights he can't sleep, so you'll often find him in the kitchen eating candy or some sugary shit. and then he complain on why he doesn't have abs later that week.

Hesh is a low-key hopeless romantic. Although he sucks ass at being romantic, but he tries his hardest. give our boy a break!

We know that hesh has PTSD but he certainly doesn't let it show. He's probably one of the very few guys that has it somewhat under control. But that doesn't mean he doesn't get the occasional panic attacks/nightmares. And when he does he usually goes very quiet, which is unlike him. That's when you know he's having a rough time, and your sign to step back and let him come to you when he's ready.

Now that doesn't mean he doesn't want your help, it's just 1 time in a past when you were trying to calm him down during one of his panic attacks, he absolutely snapped at you, and went off, It was the most angriest you've ever seen him. ever since then he keeps his distance when he is going through something like that, because he doesn't want to take it out on you. And hurt you. He still really hasn't forgiven himself from the last time. so he tries his best to protect you from it.

Secretly has a candy stash in his barracks room when he's deployed.

And lastly he CANNOT! be trusted to be in the kitchen when you're cooking..... By the time whatever you're making is done, half of it's already gone. You know those 5-year-olds that get excited when you have like brownie batter or something like that. yeah that's him, and he manages to get it all over his face in the process. The man is somehow a 5-year-old in a 27 year old body. you often question how Elias made it all these years.

Love language. Quality time, and words of affirmation. (I'm sorry but you cannot tell me this man's knees go WEAK when you tell him you're proud of him.)

And that's going to be the end for this thank y'all so much for voting! I hope you enjoyed our chaotic, angry boy. As always I hope you have a good day/night wherever you are. reblogs, comments always appreciated 🖤

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[freedomfireflies]

ahhhh can you write something where reader has been teasing harry all day and he has a show so he ties her to the bedpost while he performs 😭 maybe some smut ???? a hint of daddy kink 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 if ur comfy w it don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to ik it’s kind of uncomfortable

The clinking sound of the handcuffs tightening echoes in your ear, loud and resolute as your eyes slowly trail up Harry’s profile.

“What…are you doing?” you ask airily, a bit taken aback by the sudden switch in behavior.

You feel his lips trailing up your arm. Feel him smirk before he leans back and catches your forlorn expression. “Did you really think I’d let you go unpunished, sweet girl?”

You swallow. You had, actually. “I...I thought you liked it.”

He straightens up, hand coming out to grasp onto your chin and tilt your head back. He regards you carefully, much too smug for your liking. “Did you, hm? Thought I’d like to sit through sound check with you dripping down my cock? Or that I’d appreciate listening to you touch yourself while I was stuck in the car with Jeff?”

He leans down and your breath hitches as he ghosts his lips over yours.

“Or maybe you thought I’d appreciate the way you begged me to do something about that pretty ache between those pretty thighs,” he whispers, and you have to swallow a whine. “You played with fire, sweet girl. And Daddy doesn’t appreciate when you misbehave.”

He leans back, leaving you to huff a stray hair from your eye as you glance down at your bound wrists now attached to the arm of the sofa. “Okay, you’ve made your point. I was just…excited about getting to spend the weekend with you, that’s all.”

His arms cross as he watches you frown. “I know, baby, I was excited, too. Until you disobeyed me.”

Your head tilts. “Disobeyed…or entertained? Because I know you, Daddy, and I know…you liked it.”

You’re not so quick to surrender, which Harry had anticipated, and his mouth quirks up in a smirk once more. “Is that any way to talk to the man controlling your pleasure?”

“Yeah. If he’s being a dick.”

You resist a smile as you watch him hum, eyes trailing across your face as he debates his next play.

But you know him. You know that his need to put you first will outweigh his need to seek revenge, and even though you’re on a time crunch, you can already see the pieces falling into place.

His tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip. “You know what? You’re right. I’ve been a little unfair.”

“Yes. Yes, you have.”

He begins to crouch down, hands finding your thighs as he encourages them apart. “All you wanted was to show me how much you missed me, yeah?”

You nod, now a bit too distracted to continue your quippy remarks.

“Make me feel good?” he murmurs, nose nudging your skin. “Make me need you?”

You suck in a quiet breath as he ghosts his mouth up the curve of your leg, thankfully continuing with his practiced torture as you feel yourself hurdling back toward that edge.

The sounds of fans somewhere inside the arena almost makes you laugh. If only they knew that their precious Harold was down on his knees right now, worshiping your body in the same way he'll be singing about in a few minutes.

Sometimes, the irony is just too good.

Despite your bound hands, you steel yourself, ready for the contact as those pretty green eyes look up at you deviously.

Then, he plays his ace.

The delicate, purple vibrator he insists on bringing with him everywhere he goes (for moments like this, you assume) comes into view as he turns it on and places it on the couch between your legs.

You do gasp this time, squirming away once he’s pushed it into place, focus flicking up to your face to watch you fall apart.

“You…dick,” you pant, wrists tugging on the cuffs as you attempt to remove yourself from the torturous object.

You don’t mind it all, really, although you had been hoping for his touch instead of a toys, but you digress. As long as he watches you come apart on this little sofa, then that's perfectly fine with—

“Where are you going?” you ask as you watch him stand to his feet and grab his glittery cardigan. “Har…Harry—”

“Where do you think?” he retorts, nodding toward the door. “I’ve got a show, baby doll.”

Your teeth grit. “I know, but you’re kind of already in the middle of something.”

He smiles. Softly. Condescendingly. “I told you. Daddy doesn’t appreciate when you disobey him.” There's a brief pause as he watches you begin to realize his plan. “If you wanna play with fire, darling...you’re gonna get burned.”

You have two choices: bully him into staying…or debase yourself and beg. Appeal to that sadistic side of him that gets off on hearing the way you need him. Your soft, pathetic whines as you plea with him to take care of you.

“Har,” you whisper, wiggling against the back of the couch as your lashes flutter. “Baby…please—”

“S’too late for that.”

“No…no, Daddy, please,” you just about gasp, head rolling back as a chill runs down your spine. “Shit, please…please don’t leave me here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise. I promise, Daddy, please—”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he murmurs gently, moving closer once more as he dips down to cup your face between his palms. Your eyes soften as you look up at him, just about melting into his touch as you whimper. “I know you won’t. I know you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

You nod fervently, tears already beginning to gather around your lash line as the pleasure just about overwhelms you. “I promise, Daddy. I promise…just please don’t leave me. Please…please, I’m sorry.”

His large thumbs stroke back and forth along your cheekbones, delicate and sincere. He leans down to press his lips to your forehead as you exhale a breathy sigh, lids falling shut in anticipation.

Then…he lets go.

And steps back.

He reaches for his phone, the exact same phone the vibrator is connected to, and shoves it in his pocket before opening the door. 

Your mouth just about drops open as you watch him turn around.

“Enjoy the show,” he calls smugly as he slips into the hallway.

Your heart drops.

He winks.

“I know I will.”

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