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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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you ever read one of your old fics and think "damn past self. you went hard on that one. i'm so proud of you." while simultaneously thinking "future self got to get their shit together and actually write something, i mean come on now."

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PART OF THE JOURNEY IS GETTING LOST!!

🗣PART OF THE JOURNEY IS ABOUT GETTING LOST.

go wander. go explore.

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hey

HEY

this is your piece of the internet. this is your space.

make a mess.

I dare you.

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Stalker Ghost

He checks his watch mostly out of habit at this point, checking to see if you're still on schedule. Of course you are. You are always on time. He follows behind you as you exit your workplace for lunch.

You had a lunch date with Jade today at the local diner. Cute place. Not a lot of people, but still decent enough food. Simon sat in the corner of the restaurant as you waited outside for Jade so you both could get a table.

Simon took his spot before getting his black coffee, keeping you in his periphery. Keeping you safe.

Simon's not sure how long it's been since he found you. He got home after being honorably discharged with nothing more than a thumbs up and pat on the back.

Simon figured he'd be dead before he ever saw the day he was a veteran.

He sat in his apartment. Silence. Like a crypt. Days running into one another as he was left restless throughout the nights.

Now, the previous war machine was forever on the civilian side, restless in his existence.

Then he met you.

A new, younger neighbor a few doors down from him. He saw you by accident really, picking up his mail the same time as you, but you had a problem; you couldn't reach a package on the top shelf. Poor you.

Simon moved without thinking, reaching out for you before he handed it down. You looked up at him with those eyes of yours and he was smitten.

"Thanks" you smile politely, going about your day after the help of the nice stranger, unaware.

Little did you know, you adopted a guard dog.

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okay character Headcanonns to practice character development! here we go!!

Johnny- obvi a brat. 100% the guard dog to the guard dog and will not hesistate to lose his shit. Sunshine personality with a touch of unhinged.

I wish i knew more about Gaz, but I dont so I have to start from scratch with him, so any and all suggestions help!A charmer, the butter before the meal, swave. emotionally in-tune. just has deadly and possessive. silently lethal. different type of "leash"

Ghost- head guard dog on a leash. most emotionally spiky, prickly. lots of violence and anger, mostly accidental tho. abrasive but deeply loving and caring. is always watching, (whether you know it or not) not always as a bad thing.

John Price snaps something in my brain bc who's mans is that?? he's my mans 🤤

🗣 WHOO LET HIM OUT THA HOUSE LIKE THAT

Anyway, that tis all

ta ta ✨️🧚🏾‍♀️

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i must confess

i have been imaging a lot of price and ghost scenes where it is in fact Simon doing the fucking while Price is cooing at you

i am not ashamed

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what if you gaz and soap all hotbox a car and have sex

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Bear Price Pt 11

taglist I think @odettecigno @kittypan @poisonedsultana @thesevi0lentdelights @bina-passion-fruit

“She talks about you a lot.” Alex began again as both him and Price lumber their way to the shooting range. Price reminds himself that he's doing it for you. Anything for you.

Price hasn't been very chatty. Not on purpose. He couldn't get many words in between Alex's yammering.

So he gave up trying to speak, only interjecting affirmative grunts occasionally. Carrying his .17 rifle behind his back while he led the two of them to an approved range.

“We're ‘ere.”

John pulls out a water bottle to take a few swigs. He examined Alex as they got settled in the space. He was agile. His breath no heavier than when they started, a little sweaty, but nothing out of the ordinary. As if it's a warm up.

Price was suspicious of him., a gut instinct that pulls his attention away from his younger appearance and charm. It's not working on him, and they both knew it.

“What'd you bring to shoot?” Price grunts.

Alex pulls his gun from his bag, “A .12 gauge.” John rolled his eyes.

“You brought a shotgun out here to shoot?”

Alex paused, the fakeness to his smile dropped for a moment, that glint in his eye near deadly, “John,” He puts his gun aside, “Let's be honest to one another?” Alex offered the seat across from him, keeping the playing-ground equal.

John’s happy to finally drop the act. “Gladly.” He wrapped his arms across his chest, his beast’s feathers ruffled.

Alex begins, “We're only here because of her.” Only for her. “It's because she wants you to be nice to little ol' me.” His smile had a sharp edge to it, “Then we can stop bullshitting and end this shit.” He swipes his teeth with his tongue, dangerous.

John's beast began to growl at his threat. “You can go fuck yourself as far as I'm concerned, buddy.”

His grey eyes held a sharpness behind them, that was no doubt. Price glanced down to his hands. His claws were out. A damned beast.

Price let himself get big, his fur beginning to cover any extra skin. The smaller beast transformed in kind; his limbs lengthening as he lands on all fours. A grey wolf stared back at him.

The bear roared.

He knew, of course. That damned scent that bothered him. It was this skinny, lanky wolf who touched what’s his.

The bear lurched forward and the wolf danced back. The bear rolled in the wolf's way, coming close to crushing the smaller beast. But the wolf was faster. The beasts survey each other in circles, teeth snarling. The wolf begins to …laugh.

The wolf was the first one to transform back, his stride untouched from beast to man. “Let it be known, bear.” He speaks, “I'm not here for her. I'm here for you.” A rough grunt comes from the bear. “You've made it so known that's she's yours, I just had to know who claimed her.”

“A strong shifting beast.” A pleased groan escapes from the wolf, “I couldn't imagine passing up the opportunity.” His smile didn't reach his eyes. “I will take what's yours,” they both come to a stop, “And I will kill you.”

They lunge at each other, claws out and taking chunks out of flesh. Luckily, the shifters will regenerate faster than you could ask questions.

The wolf man is able to scratch at John's face, tearing off a bit of cheek as he slashed at him. The sting felt like nothing at the moment, so Price tries to grab the meaty flesh of his arm with his teeth.

He lands his strike and pulls, hearing the muscle rip apart and the wolf man howled followed by a choppy laugh. Alex threw his head back, “I haven't felt this alive in years!” He proclaims.

John could only grumble under his breath. This shifter is not sane, that John knows. He must get rid of this threat before he even thinks about causing you any damage. He goes to aim for his throat, wanting to end this before it get any worse. But the man is too quick. Spry similar to the wind.

This time when the beasts clash, they drop their shifting forms and begin to grapple in their human forms. They are face to face. There's a trail of blood running down Alex's hairline but the shark-ish smile amplified the gleeful glint in his eye. Price tried to not admit how unsettled he was.

All his years in the military, he had taken out some of the most evil of powers. He was able to keep moving through a mission, regardless, of how shaken he was. But this. This…being was nothing like he'd ever seen before.

“You're going to leave this town and turn back now or else-"

“Or else what? You finally fight me?” Alex sneers.

Price used his body weight to throw them both off balance, rolling with the move in order to pin Alex down under him. He's got him effectively pinned, hand on his throat, but still, Alex smiles as he look into the face of the bear.

“I tear you from limb to limb for stepping on my territory.” He growled, pushing him further into the ground.

Alex’s smile mocks him, “Big bad bear is really grumpy, huh?”

A bear claw comes down and slashes his face, a set of three ruining that pretty boy face of his. The claw wrapped around his throat, blood pouring from the wounds and sliding down to soak into his fur. “The only reason you’re not dead is because my girl would be unhappy. So run. Run and if I ever see your face again I’ll make sure you’re bird food.”

The wolf shifter finally had the nerve to look worried, reaching up to grip the bear paw crushing his windpipe.

Price wasn’t a man to give second chances, but since his retirement—since you, he’s tried to be more lenient and forgiving. It would prove to be a mistake.

John let the wolf man escape his clutches. They stared at each other for a moment, no words being exchanged. Then Alex bolts into the forest.

“How was hunting with Alex?” You ask him later.

John kept his face neutral as he answered, “He didn’t show up.”

<-previous part masterlist

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Officer Price Pt3

nsfw ahead...

Price responds to his radio as he saunters down the front steps. He takes the long route to get back to his patrol car; securing the perimeter for both your sake and his. He deems the building secure. He looked up towards your window and notices your curtains shift.

He chuckles.

Price gets in his car and leaves…

…he pulls off a freeway exit under a billboard. He parks his car and unclasps his belt off and undoes his zipper. He slips his hand in his pocket to pull out a pair of panties he found in your apartment earlier. He gives them a sniff, mostly out of curiosity.

They’re dirty.

Something about that face makes him ache in his boxers. He shoves his hand in to relieve himself. He shifts in his seat, turning down his radio and leaning back his chair as he grips himself. His member is hot and pulsing in his hand. Being so close to you for so long. Being able to smell you.

All of you.

He sets a steady pace, gripping his length from base to tip. “Pretty girl was so scared.” He muttered. “Those big, fat tears. Fuck…” John was losing control of his pace, speeding up just at the thought of you.

Price takes another sniff of your panties and wraps it around his cock. A burst of pleasure rolls through him as his hips buck between the fabric which your sex held. He remembers how you were dressed and the slight tinge of alcohol on your breath.  “Were you looking to get fucked, baby girl?”

He remembers what you were wearing, “Of course you were.” John throws his head back, using his other hand to cup his balls. “You’ll let me take care of you one day, sweetie.”

He thought about the other day, the big shirt and shorts you wore around the house, none the wiser about eyes watching. But now, he has permission.

That fact sends his balls drawing up a little. He lets himself daydream, “I bet you’d let me rub against you.” He imagines his cock rubbing against the slit over your panties. They were soft. “I’ll get you all the silk you want, baby girl.” He’d be gentle at first, not wanting to scare you. His hips jerked in time with how he’d fuck your soft thighs. Your hole would accept all of him without problem, begging for him to ruin you. “Ah, shit!” He spills his seed into your thong, unable to make the delicious fantasies last.  

He rides the wave of his orgasm, massaging his balls to empty his load out, wanting to bury it in you to claim you.

All thoughts of your made him love sick like a puppy. “And now,” he starts to tuck himself away after a moment or two of clean up, “I get to watch over my pretty girl all night.”

John thinks he’s more excited to go back and visit you again. On the clock.

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"Eyes up, boys."

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz all stand at attention like the good soldiers they are. Obedient to a fault.

Their oozing cocks dribble precum onto the floor. Even as they ache, they won't reach for their cocks, because they're good soldiers.

Captain Price drills his hips into you as you're bent over the table and on display for the three military men in front of you. They watch your breasts bounce with each stroke, jealous.

"Eyes on her," He commands.

Soap has to bite his lip to keep him from speaking out of turn. Gaz's cock is the messiest, leaking with the desperation to mark that pretty neck. All of Ghost stands at attention, watching your open mouth moan for their Captain.

The whole room is tuned into you being fucked stupid. You try to keep it together, but a slight change in angle and you're creaming over John's cock. "Look how pretty she is when she cums."

Price had no intention of slowing down his pace as he continues to ram into your hole. "My good girl." He growls as his hips falter, pushing as far as he can go to drop his load into you. Marking you.

The room is silent for a few moments, before Price slides out, "So who's gonna clean her up?"

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hey. HEY. artists. writers.

take your TIME

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Do you ever write something and then go back and read it? And you're like

DAYUM who wrote this??? This is great!!

But you're the one who you wrote it

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Bear Price Pt 11

taglist I think @odettecigno @kittypan @poisonedsultana @thesevi0lentdelights @bina-passion-fruit

“She talks about you a lot.” Alex began again as both him and Price lumber their way to the shooting range. Price reminds himself that he's doing it for you. Anything for you.

Price hasn't been very chatty. Not on purpose. He couldn't get many words in between Alex's yammering.

So he gave up trying to speak, only interjecting affirmative grunts occasionally. Carrying his .17 rifle behind his back while he led the two of them to an approved range.

“We're ‘ere.”

John pulls out a water bottle to take a few swigs. He examined Alex as they got settled in the space. He was agile. His breath no heavier than when they started, a little sweaty, but nothing out of the ordinary. As if it's a warm up.

Price was suspicious of him., a gut instinct that pulls his attention away from his younger appearance and charm. It's not working on him, and they both knew it.

“What'd you bring to shoot?” Price grunts.

Alex pulls his gun from his bag, “A .12 gauge.” John rolled his eyes.

“You brought a shotgun out here to shoot?”

Alex paused, the fakeness to his smile dropped for a moment, that glint in his eye near deadly, “John,” He puts his gun aside, “Let's be honest to one another?” Alex offered the seat across from him, keeping the playing-ground equal.

John’s happy to finally drop the act. “Gladly.” He wrapped his arms across his chest, his beast’s feathers ruffled.

Alex begins, “We're only here because of her.” Only for her. “It's because she wants you to be nice to little ol' me.” His smile had a sharp edge to it, “Then we can stop bullshitting and end this shit.” He swipes his teeth with his tongue, dangerous.

John's beast began to growl at his threat. “You can go fuck yourself as far as I'm concerned, buddy.”

His grey eyes held a sharpness behind them, that was no doubt. Price glanced down to his hands. His claws were out. A damned beast.

Price let himself get big, his fur beginning to cover any extra skin. The smaller beast transformed in kind; his limbs lengthening as he lands on all fours. A grey wolf stared back at him.

The bear roared.

He knew, of course. That damned scent that bothered him. It was this skinny, lanky wolf who touched what’s his.

The bear lurched forward and the wolf danced back. The bear rolled in the wolf's way, coming close to crushing the smaller beast. But the wolf was faster. The beasts survey each other in circles, teeth snarling. The wolf begins to …laugh.

The wolf was the first one to transform back, his stride untouched from beast to man. “Let it be known, bear.” He speaks, “I'm not here for her. I'm here for you.” A rough grunt comes from the bear. “You've made it so known that's she's yours, I just had to know who claimed her.”

“A strong shifting beast.” A pleased groan escapes from the wolf, “I couldn't imagine passing up the opportunity.” His smile didn't reach his eyes. “I will take what's yours,” they both come to a stop, “And I will kill you.”

They lunge at each other, claws out and taking chunks out of flesh. Luckily, the shifters will regenerate faster than you could ask questions.

The wolf man is able to scratch at John's face, tearing off a bit of cheek as he slashed at him. The sting felt like nothing at the moment, so Price tries to grab the meaty flesh of his arm with his teeth.

He lands his strike and pulls, hearing the muscle rip apart and the wolf man howled followed by a choppy laugh. Alex threw his head back, “I haven't felt this alive in years!” He proclaims.

John could only grumble under his breath. This shifter is not sane, that John knows. He must get rid of this threat before he even thinks about causing you any damage. He goes to aim for his throat, wanting to end this before it get any worse. But the man is too quick. Spry similar to the wind.

This time when the beasts clash, they drop their shifting forms and begin to grapple in their human forms. They are face to face. There's a trail of blood running down Alex's hairline but the shark-ish smile amplified the gleeful glint in his eye. Price tried to not admit how unsettled he was.

All his years in the military, he had taken out some of the most evil of powers. He was able to keep moving through a mission, regardless, of how shaken he was. But this. This…being was nothing like he'd ever seen before.

“You're going to leave this town and turn back now or else-"

“Or else what? You finally fight me?” Alex sneers.

Price used his body weight to throw them both off balance, rolling with the move in order to pin Alex down under him. He's got him effectively pinned, hand on his throat, but still, Alex smiles as he look into the face of the bear.

“I tear you from limb to limb for stepping on my territory.” He growled, pushing him further into the ground.

Alex’s smile mocks him, “Big bad bear is really grumpy, huh?”

A bear claw comes down and slashes his face, a set of three ruining that pretty boy face of his. The claw wrapped around his throat, blood pouring from the wounds and sliding down to soak into his fur. “The only reason you’re not dead is because my girl would be unhappy. So run. Run and if I ever see your face again I’ll make sure you’re bird food.”

The wolf shifter finally had the nerve to look worried, reaching up to grip the bear paw crushing his windpipe.

Price wasn’t a man to give second chances, but since his retirement—since you, he’s tried to be more lenient and forgiving. It would prove to be a mistake.

John let the wolf man escape his clutches. They stared at each other for a moment, no words being exchanged. Then Alex bolts into the forest.

“How was hunting with Alex?” You ask him later.

John kept his face neutral as he answered, “He didn’t show up.”

<-previous part masterlist