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Reader who gets restless after a mission. Jumpy and violent and mean.

You try not to take it out on others, isolating the second ur in the clear. Mind still buzzing with excess energy, you fidget as the nurses look you over, eager to get out.

You dont get to duck into your room, though, because price finds you. He places a warm hand on ur neck, notes the way you clench your fists at the contact. "Lets chat in my office, yeah?"

He doesnt let go of you even inside, if anything his grip becomes stronger. You can feel the irritation crawling all over you, wanting nothing more than to bite at prices touch. But price doesnt let up, shoving you against his desk and forcing you to bend over. "You," he mutters against ur ear "need to learn to control yourself, or ill do it for you."

Its hard to focus, with the way prices body is pressed against yours, his breath in your ears. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment and arousal, feeling like a scruffed dog. "Sir If you dont back off-"

Your growled threat is cut off by price tightening his grip, shoving you more firmly against the desk "fuckin settle down" he pressed another hand to the small of your back. "Cmon, lets get you sorted."

His hand moved around to the front of your pants, undoing the buckle with ease. He always knows what you need before you even do. Price still has his gloves on when he palms at you "there you go. Just needed something to focus on." He praises when you go boneless and whine.

"I've got two hours before anyone comes looking for me. We can make good use of that time, right?"

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Micro dicks 141, all of them got 1-2 inchers when hard bc I make the rules.

Dni: minors, fem aligned (idc if you read just don't let me know), no pronoun or no age anywhere accounts

CW/TW: overstim, oral, fingering, cock worship, ball worship, sissification (kinda, you call their cocks 'clits' or 'cocklets' or 'dicklets'. You may call their asshole a 'cunt' or 'pussy'. You may also call them girly things like "pretty girl" etc), praise, condescending praise, humiliation, virgin 141 because why tf not, crying, screaming, "trying" to get away but not actually trying (like leg closing, crawling away, but wanting to be pulled back to do whatever reader wants bc they would safeword or push you off otherwise).

Reader is GN but can be read as implied masc-aligned, and implied able-bodied!

Sorry if this is buns, I'm outta practice and still recovering, BUT I just want micro dick 141 around me right now. Need dat!!

Price-

"There you are, pretty girl." You smile at the way he shudders beneath you, eyes wide and glassy - as if in disbelief that he likes this - likes what you've convinced him to do.

John's all dolled up in a long skirt, the flowing type that ends near the ankles. His upper body in a loose sweater, something long and soft, the type that reaches past a person's fingers and covers them completely. His lips got a subtle shine to them, his eyelashes darkened and curled up. He didn't let you go too feminine, but perhaps one day you'll have him in an all pink outfit.

"Not a girl." He hisses between his teeth, pressing his lips into a thin line when your fingers push up against his prostate. His feet are planted on the bed, his knees up and spread just so, his skirt riding up just to end at his knees - yet still, it bares everything to your gaze - especially that cute little cock that's leaking like a broken faucet between his strong thighs.

"No? Then why you've got a clit, hm? Dressed like a proper woman, modest and sweet." You hum, barely holding back a smile at the way his walls clench around you. His eyes tear up a bit more, in a way that has you cooing at him meanly.

"Should just keep you at home stuffed full all the time, princess. You haven't a need to use that brain of yours, when you've got a perfect hole and clit for me to use." He sobs at your words, his pathetic cock twitching and letting out watery spurts of cum - his thighs closing around your pumping fingers - trying to get them to stop for just long enough to catch his breath.

"Pl-please," he chokes out, feeling your other hand grab his knee - forcing him open by maneuvering yourself - using your own knee to press down on his leg, your body keeping his legs spread wide. His skirt rides up, and his sobs get worse as your free hand starts to rub his dick. Shaking from overstimulation, the sensitive drag of your fingers against his walls that rhythmically squeeze around your digits.

"Got to make my little whore satisfied, yeah? You can give me a few more, can't you?" And he sniffles, having no other choice but to let the pleasure rebuild on his sensitive body. Course he could push you off if it's too much, but it's so much more fun to be brought to the edge over and over until he's a blubbering mess.

Gaz-

"Fuck, I can't-" Gaz rasps, body glistening with sweat from how fucked out he is. Your mouth is hot, wet, and suckling down his third release. Your fingers are curled deep inside of him, pressing against his prostate as much as you can.

You pull off with a hum, pressing a kiss to the small tip of his cock - delighting in the way he jolts - too sensitive, nerves too fired up and jumping at every brush.

"You can't? Can't take another moment to cum? Another rise of pleasure? Oh that's just too bad, huh, sweetheart?" You pout at him with mock sympathy, watching the way he gears up to say something - only to scream when your free hand flicks his cock.

"Oh, poor baby. Did that hurt? But you're such a good girl, you can take it yeah?" He shudders, chest heaving as your fingers keep curling and stroking his inner walls. The flick to his cock hadn't hurt, but it damn sure sent a flash of a prickly sort of pleasure through his exhausted body.

"You fucking pric-" he quickly cuts off when your mouth is on his cock, his hands pushing at your shoulders as he shakes hard. You're not being gently, your sucking at his small cock like it's a hard piece of candy. It has his hips bucking uncontrollably, all sorts of keens and sobbed out noises leaving his lips.

"Let's be nice, sweet girl. You don't want to be tied down and have a bullet tied to your clit now, do you?" Your murmured words around his flesh has him letting out a scream, the vibrations doing him in, watery cum hitting the back of your throat as he sobs through his orgasm. The fourth one just too much for him to handle, so his slick body slumps, lax against the bed. (You take care of him of course).

Soap-

"Fuck, are you going to stay between my legs all night?" He grunts out, thighs shaking on either side of your head. Your hands are clasping at his thighs to keep him from crushing you, from stopping you from worshiping the most sweetest part of his body.

You hum in answer, feeling him jolt at the vibrations running through his sensitive veins. You've got your mouth enveloping his cock and balls together, cradled in your mouth, your tongue laving away at his skin.

"Jesus fuck! Don't-don't hum. Nearly brought me to tears." He breathes out hard, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed a rosy red - he's never seen someone so enthusiastic about his cock, small little thing that it is - has had too many people turn away from him.

But you? Ever since you've gotten your hands on him, his cock and balls are practically dripping with your spit daily. He swears that any moment there's a lull in activity, you just-

"FUCK!" He cries out, thighs squeezing in a way that has you doubling down, knowing he's close. "Please, fuck, oh God please, wait, shite-" he babbles out, watching with wide eyes are you hum and suck around his cock nice and firm. It's too much, especially as you chase his cock when his hips buck, refusing to let up.

"Baby, please ah can't-" he sobs, tears slipping down those flushed cheeks. He can't even see you through his tears, but from the blurriness, he swears he can see you smiling around his cocklet and balls. And the thought of you enjoying his squirming and crying, it's enough to make him spill into your mouth, damn near squealing at the way your tongue greedily coaxes out more as you swallow it all down.

Ghost-

Ghost doesn't know how this has happened. Well, that's a lie. He does know how he's got himself in this position, but he doesn't feel like reminiscing much. Not when your fingers twist inside of him in a way that has him keening in an embarrassingly high way.

"Good girl, did that make your cunt feel good? Having fingers touch your sweet spot?" Your voice is sickly sweet, yet so endeared towards him. It makes him shudder, burying his face into your neck to pant, to have a moment's reprieve from the embarrassment he feels.

"Aw, don't be shy now, lass. You're so pretty f'me, even sound so sweet like the bird you are." Your lips press against his temple, your fingers twisting again to make him whimper.

Ghost shouldn't be sat here like this. On your lap, dressed in girly clothes you bought in his size. Some soft pink, pastel crap that's not like the dark and rough fabric he's used to when deployed. With some skirt that barely covers his ass when he stands, but covers his cock since... well...

"Back up a bit, baby girl. Can't reach your pretty cocklet if you're clinging to me, yeah?" Your words, ironically explain just why the stupid skirt keeps his cock hidden. Tiny little thing on such a big man, yet you adore it, calling it sweet yet degrading names like 'cocklet'.

But he listens, shaking on your lap as he pulls back. He's straddled there, shakily beginning to ride your fingers while your other hand blessedly rubs against his cock tip. His gasp must be music to your ears, because your grin has his hips stuttering.

"There's my pretty little dove. Do you feel good? All dolled up and letting me give you the pleasure you need. A full cunt, and fingers on your dicklet." Your voice makes him shudder, but he nods, even if you can see the pure embarrassment he feels. He's sure his face is all red, and from the way he's sniffling, he just might be close to tears. It's humiliating, but so fucking freeing to be brought to this level. To be made feminine, to be made soft and taken care of.

"M'gonna cum if y'keep talkin' t'me like tha'." He whispers, jerking on your fingers when they press against his prostate harder - and your other hand rubs at his cock like it's a clit - firm little circles that have him panting harder, shaking even more.

"Then squirt on my fingers f'me, love. Wanna see my sweet little thing feel good." Is all Ghost needed to hear before he's going still, eyes rolling back into his head while fat tears slide down his cheeks. He's letting out high pitched sounds he didn't know he could make, whimpering when he hears you praise how much like a sweet little bird he sounds as he cums.

(I need to have Ghost as my giant fem boyfriend. NEOW!!!!!)

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they’re almost looking at each other

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Day 1237 of posting pictures of elephants.

Source: The Grown-Up Travelers

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I CREATED A PERSONAL BLOG!

I just wanted a website where I could document my writing process and watch myself grow! So if any of you would like to follow my process there you can do it here!

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sillies

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hot Kim summer

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Harry + kim scribble .silhouette

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Love me a big boy,,

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little animations

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kim!

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Afab!ghost who everytime he playfights/spars with gaz, insists on getting a reward for beating his sargeant.

The reward in question? He gets to shove gaz into the floor and suffocate the poor guy in his cunt. Full body weight plus grinding. Ghost does not care if gaz can breathe, hes gotta work for that. Ignores the desperate whines and bucks gaz makes. Gaz didnt win, so why the hell would ghost care if he got off? Ghost works himself over on gazs tongue for every fatal mistake the sargeant made before finally letting up.

(He also calls gaz a fag for letting a man fuck his throat lol)

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Pigeon attempts to court falcon

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YOU - "Hold on, you really don't feel anything?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "No -- but you're the sensitive one."

RHETORIC - It's not a quib. The situation is dangerous.

AUTHORITY - He trusts your gut feeling on this.

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YOU - "You needn't have worried."

KIM KITSURAGI - "But I did. Anyway..." He looks around, a little uncomfortable now.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - Dammit, you're a grown man, the lieutenant thinks. Shouldn't have gotten *protective* here.