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mochroialainn · 19 hours ago

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Besties, Im gonna be so for real right now, this turned out to be a little more intense and freaky than I intended. Im currently playing the campaign for Modern Warfare II (reboot) and could not get this scenario out of my brain since I first saw Graves. So uh... warnings for power play, mentions of safe words, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding, creepy graves. Minors Do Not Interact this is an 18+ Post. This was also written on mobile and formatted on desktop so please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I'm too tired to proof read it and fix it

Thinking about cybersecurity CIA!Operative reader whos married to Price and is brought onto the task force by the Secretary of Defense (so above Shepherds head) to try and find the traitor, the SoD has an inkling that its Shepherd and Graves and its readers job to prove it. One of the ways she does it, because shes young and pretty and knows how to get what she wants from a man, is by flirting with Graves and gradually getting closer and closer to him until she can hack his phone and gain access to his emails. She hates it. Hates him and his arrogance, his cocky smile and the way his eyes always trace over her body and stay too long leering at her tits when they talk. He genuinely makes her feel sick and queasy, and she shivers everytime shes out of his sight after flirting with him.

Price hates it. Hates the way Graves looks at her, eyes always on her tits or ass as if she was nothing more than something to fuck and leave disgarded. He has to clench his jaw and bite his tongue anytime he sees them together, he wants to punch Graves and break his fucking jaw. Wants to take a knife and carve his heart out of his fucking chest. But he doesn’t, because he can't. It would jeporadise everything you had worked for, would jeporadise his team if Shepherd knew his little lapdog had been found out he would have all of them killed in seconds.

But when you come to him after flirting with Graves all day, locking his office door behind you and already stripping yourself from your clothes beginning him to make you forget about every look and leer and touch from Graves, hes all but happy to oblige. He kisses you something fierce, all passion with a hint of danger mixed in, all lips and teeth and desperate panting into your mouth as he sigs your bare ass on his desk one hand already toying with your nipple while the other travels further down and starts to rub hard, rough circles your clit. You were already wet thinking about him, and now it starts to pull, slicking up your tighs and his desk but John doesnt care. It wouldnt be the first time he fucked you over his desk and it wouldnt be the last either. John makes you cum from just touching your clit before he removes his finger and rakes it through your hair, grabbing at the roots and pulling so your neck was barred to him.

He so desperately wanted to mark you, leaving bitea and hickeys over your skin to claim you as his but he couldnt, do he was gentle. Trailing kisses down your pulse point and across your collarbone, down your sternum going lower and lower until his face was in front of your pussy and he dove in like a man starved. Lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshley, a satisfying pop echoing in the room as he let go. His eyes stared up at you as you threaded your fingers through his hair, "you remember your safe word?" A nod from you is all he needs to keep going, teeth digging into the supple flesh of your tigh as he slowly slid teo fingers into your weeping hole. He made sure to push you to the edge and withdraw, over and over again until you were a crying mess and he had mercy on you, edging you again until again until he finally let you cum. He made sure you came for him 2 more times before he even entartained the thought of fucking you and when he finally pulled his cock out of his trousers (not having undressed yet, wanting your wetness to soak into his clothes) you nearly weeped from the pleasure and overstimulation when he entered you, all the way to the hilt in one go. And there was no way he was stopping until he pumped at least 2 loads into your gorgeous pussy.

He'll make you forget all about Graves, hell when hes done with you, you'll be lucky if you can even remember your own name and don't walk away pregnant.

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ckerouac · 7 years ago

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Because @snarkyhag wanted Klaine Advent smut. So here you go. 1100 words of poorly written Klaine smuth.

word: Attachment

:::Hi Honey! Sorry to hear about your plane delay. Since I know you have trouble sleeping on planes, I’ve attached one of the special Christmas stories you like to listen to this time of year. I’m reading it myself -- a little taste of home for you. Just make sure you have your earphones in -- I don’t want to embarrass you with my Santa impression **kissy face emoji** MISS YOU **kissy face emoji** **red heart emoji** **two guys dancing emoji**

Kurt smiled as he clicked through the email to add the file to his podcast library. He’d been out of town for work and desperate to get home in time for Christmas Eve, and now, of course, there was a snow storm barrelling through the area and delaying flights left and right. Blaine really was the sweetest for sending him a story to listen to. His reading voice was soothing enough to take some of the stress out of the day. God, he loved that man. So thoughtful, so considerate.

Hello Kurt, came Blaine’s soothing voice through his headphones. I’m going to tell you a little Christmas story. So lean back, close your eyes, and imagine that I’m right there next to you. The story is called Santa and his Jingle Bells.

That must be a new one, Kurt thought. He wasn’t familiar with it. But Blaine had a whole stack of children’s Christmas storybooks he’d pilfered from his mother’s house, so it didn’t surprise him that they hadn’t worked through all of them yet.

Santa has a very special mission tonight. His mission is to bring joy to all the good little boys and girls. Now some might think that Santa is just some jolly old elf. Well, he is jolly. And he is a bit shorter than your average non-elf. But he’s anything but old. He’s ho ho here for you to make sure that you’re experiencing all of the Christmas joy you can.

This isn’t familiar. This doesn’t even really make sense. Is it an odd translation of a story?

And Santa has two very special jingle bells to help him keep that promise to bring joy to good little boys and girls. But mostly boys.

...what?

Actually, only one boy. Kurt, you’ve been a very good boy this year, and Santa wants to make sure that you’re feeling jolly. He is.

...what? There was silence, punctuated by rustling on the audio, followed by a breathless sigh from Blaine.

Santa has his jingle bells in his hand, ready to ring them just for you.

Blaine’s voice was a whisper now, and Kurt instinctively leaned forward to listen closer. This couldn’t be what it sounded like… could it?

Mmm, yes… we need to polish those jingle bells, so that the magic can happen. Christmas magic only comes from shiny, polished jingle bells. Just a little… oh… yes, a little rub of my thumb right there underneath. Oh… Kurt you know the spot. Santa loves that little spot. It makes his jingle bells… ugh… it makes them tighter.

Oh fuck, Blaine is masturbating and narrating it on his phone. Kurt looks up in a panic, but everyone else in the terminal is minding their own business. Reading magazines, and keeping an eye on the board for any news about the delay, and generally not listening to Blaine Anderson attempt to come while pretending to be Santa Claus.

He should turn it off�� right? This isn’t proper to listen to in public. There could be --

His thought was shattered by Blaine’s groan, and Kurt was certain that Blaine had just arced his back up off the bed because he knows that groan and that groan is the ‘pleasure just shot through both my balls and my back and who knows what else is going to shoot through my balls soon’ groan.

He couldn’t turn it off. He couldn’t. He knew that sounds and…

Santa wishes these were your hands...Kurt.

Fuck, the way that Blaine always popped the T at the end of his name shot a jolt of pleasure right through him. Kurt tried to nonchalantly rest his magazine over his lap because he could already feel his dick starting to press against his leg and he was not going to be the pervert in the airport. At least, he wasn’t going to get caught being the pervert in the airport.

The jingle bells are ready to ring. Santa… and his candy cane… unf… his candy cane feels so good in his hand, he wishes there was someone here to lick it. It’s… fuck, Kurt…. It’s so smooth and begging to be in your mouth…

Blaine was breathless. He was close. He always starts begging when he’s close to finishing. Begging for lips on his dick, and his balls in Kurt’s palm, so that he can reach down and grab a fistfull of Kurt’s hair and pull him closer even as Kurt readies to suck him dry.

I just… fuck, I don’t know… I can’t… Santa can’t hold out much longer. God, I wish you were here, Kurt. I’m going to… come on the bed… instead of in you… There… fuck, Kurt...

Kurt realized he’d grabbed the arm of the uncomfortable boarding area bench hard enough to leave a mark on his palm. But that was a small price to pay to keep his hand from unconsciously going to find and take care of his own little jingle bell issue as he listened to Blaine whine, climax, and breathe the four little gasps of breath that he always did as he looked up at the ceiling after coming. His dick was uncomfortably positioned in between his legs right now, but he dare not move. If he moved, he’d touch it, and if he touched it there would be no going back. Not when he could still hear Blaine murmuring over the audio.

Merry Christmas, honey. Come home to me soon. Santa will be ready for another round.

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep centering breath as the audio died out and he was once again conscious of his surroundings. It took another minute before he trusted himself to let go of the armrest and pull up his email once again and reply.

:::You’d better be in nothing but your jingle bells when I get there, Santa. I’m gonna fuck your candy cane until the stripes come off.

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