#Price being in charge of teaching someone to dom is something that can actually be something so personal

[auspicioustidings]

We talk a lot about Ghost teaching Soap. But Soap makes Captain right? So Price teaching Soap? Price teaching Soap how to take care of his ‘belongings’. Price showing Soap how to treat you right? 👀🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe? Maybe not? I dunno 🤷🏻‍♀️

First off read this immediately because it serves these vibes way better than I ever could like truly Bunny is God's gift to thirsty PriceSoap girlies.

I cannot prepare a dish quite as satisfying but here is a short little tease anyway! Sorry I cannot actually write smut rn, I'm ill and pathetic about it.

Affirm

Words: 700

CWs: light bdsm

“Right, the two of you in my office now.”

You bristled. How was it that you were getting into trouble here? This was all stupid Soap's fault. It was him that started it. 

The two of you were constantly at each other's throats these days. Wasn't really professional but then you hated that he kept talking down to you. The way the word corporal came out of his damn mouth was always with a smug arrogance that made you want to go for blood. 

It wasn't like you bit back during an actual op, you both knew better than that. But he pushed and pushed and pushed whenever you had down time at base and you weren't about to let it go unanswered. Fucking asshole. And now he was getting you into trouble with the Captain? God he was the worst.

“Captain he-”

“Don't want to hear it Corporal.”

“Aye too fucking right, dinnae want te-”

“You can shut the fuck up as well. Pair of absolute muppets.”

Price ripped open one of his desk drawers and produced a bottle of Scotch, pouring himself a glass and sitting in his chair regarding the two of you across the table. Both of you knew you were in for it, standing at attention and keeping your mouths shut while he took a languid sip.

“Cannot believe I've been put in this situation again. Did you know I had Ghost and Gaz standing right where you are now? Before either of you joined. They just couldn't get along.”

That was a surprise. Ghost and Gaz got along just fine now. You couldn't really imagine a world in which they fought the way you and Johnny did. Sure they might have some little arguments, but whenever it happened they would go off and have a chat and come back settled. There was no way you and Johnny being alone would settle anything.

“You know why they get along Sergeant?”

“Gaz kens who's in charge.”

Johnny sounded almost resigned? Something was happening, he knew something you didn't. You hated that, you hated how Price spoke to him as if you weren't even in the room.

“Hm. And who's in charge between the two of you then?”

You felt a shiver run up your spine at how Price said it, his voice in a low purr that spoke to some primal part of your brain. What the fuck? Why did you feel suddenly like this was a dangerous situation? You considered speaking up but could only yelp in surprise when Johnny kicked one of your legs to put you off balance and bent you over the desk.

Your heart was liable to beat itself into an early grave. You looked at your Captain and found he only watched, sipping his drink. You twisted to look at Johnny who was holding both of your wrists in one of his hands. 

“I'm in charge. Affirm corporal.”

Oh God, you didn't think you had ever heard Soap with that level of authority in his voice. Only all it made you want was to get him to do it again. You needed him to do it again, to put you in your place.

“Fuck you."

The first smack to your ass was hard enough that you jolted forward and your hip bone smashed into the desk. 

“Affirm corporal. Ye ken who's In charge, now say it.”

Oh this was several shades of fucked up but my God if you didn't crave more. You needed it, you needed him to break you into pieces so he could put them back together. You needed the freedom that came with being shattered.

You fought against him until Price finally guided him to be harder with you, to really let you have it. And he had. He had destroyed you fully, left you a boneless raw mess. Then Price had guided him to bring you back. 

It settled you. For weeks you and Johnny existed in peace with one another, calm. And when you started to butt heads again? Well, Johnny had learned exactly how to handle that.

[funkymbtifiction]

INTJ or ENTJ?

Hi Charity,

I'm hoping you can help me figure out my type, I’m stuck between INTJ or ENTJ. I feel like neither of them fit completely, but I know that I use Ni/Se and Te/Fi.

I relate a lot to the Ni posts you made. I have a very personalized worldview, that I find impossible to explain (I have confused a fair amount of people in attempts made). I think things through before engaging most of the time....

You give stronger evidence for INTJ than ENTJ. Most of your "tert-Se" behaviors are more likely for inferior Se (sometimes leaping in too fast, miscalculating, but being sensory-aware and enjoying pleasures and aesthetics) than a Te/Se looper (ENJs tend to lose sight more of how things will rebound on them and make short-sighted tert-Se decisions when problem-solving sometimes, just to "rush" the process to completion) and you seem emotionally mature in a tert-Fi way (ETJs have real trouble connecting to people on an emotional level and not substituting physical contact for emotional closeness).

[psychewithwings]

Hi !! I don't know if requests are open... If they are can I request a smut with leorioxfem!reader (no dom reader pleaaaase). If requests are closed then ignore 😊 I love your writing !!! Thank you !!

Duuuuuude, Requests are always open... I’m just slow sometimes haha and yessssssss I love Leorio! If this is too short for ya just request pt. 2 okay? 

thanks for being here xx

WARNING: 18++++ sex, some fingering, nasty talk, teasing

Leorio was always a show off... he was the loudest in your med class, always trying to talk you up or get you to come over and “study” with him. You’d declined as many times possible until you were really struggling with your studies... practically failing... and it was dragging down the average that you had worked so hard to maintain. “I can help ya study... for a price...” he offered, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes up at him and sighed, “how much do you charge?” He smiled smugly and smoothed his button up shirt. “I wouldn’t charge you money, just for your time... I help you study and in exchange you agree to a date with me?” He was staring down at you, one eye brow raised. You squinted in distaste before turning to walk away from him. “No thanks,” you quipped. You almost regretted turning him down, because despite his ego, he had one of the highest grades in the class. But you had your own pride, and you would not sink so low. You could do this on your own. 

“Wait...” he called. His tone was softer, almost pleading and you paused in response but kept your back to him. “I’m sorry... you don’t have to go on a date with me, I just think you’re really something and- Well that’s not the point, point is that I wanna help you out, i-if you’ll let me.” 

You were sitting on Leorio’s couch with your knees pulled to your chest while he was explaining the nervous system. You were finally starting to understand the material but now you were slightly distracted. Leorio wasn’t anything like you thought he was. He was patient with you, explaining the concepts  2 or 3 times to make sure you understood. He’d even bought a little bag of gummy bears to give to you when you got something correct. You figured he was just another guy from your classes who was trying to get in your pants but he wasn’t even sitting remotely close. He listened when you said it was just a studying session. The way he brushed his fingers through his hair as he peered through his glasses at the chemistry equations you’d done. He looked back up at you with a grin. “Perfect! You’ve got it babe!” he said and held up his hand for a high five. Which you gave, and he met your hand softly before pulling away. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you that.” You gave him a gentle glance, “no, no, it’s really okay... babe.” Something was churning within you, a swirling desire. You watched as he chuckled and eyed you curiously. He licked his lips before turning back to the papers and you swooned. You scooched closer to where he sat. “Hey, where’s my gummy bear?” you asked sweetly. He took in your now closer position and swallowed hard. “You have to get them all right, madam,” he teased and went back to checking your paper. You waited patiently as he looked over your work for mistakes. The heat inside you was bubbling over and your desire was getting harder to control. This man was looking over your work after teaching you how to even do the equation for an hour. It made you weak in the knees that someone cared about you this much. He looked up from the papers with a smirk, “I am happy to report that you, my girl, have earned your gummy bear.” He placed the small green candy in your awaiting hands. You popped it into your mouth and watched as he flipped to the next chapter. 

He read over the material and then peered up at your watchful gaze. “You’re staring,” he pointed out before returning to the book. “Nuh-uhhh,” you protested, turning away. “You didn’t think I’d notice? You have been for a while.” You were embarrassed that he was exposing you for drooling over the man you had turned down countless times. “So what? You have a teacher kink and now that I’m helping you I’m sexy?” You rolled your eyes determined not to let him get to you, but your breaths were shallow in your ribs. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you shot back. He was silent until you met his eyes again. “Oh sweetheart, I could make you feel so fucking good you wouldn’t believe.” Now, Leorio was loud and over confident in class most of the time... but the way he said this had the blood rushing to your core. “Yeah?” you challenged. Leorio held your gaze, his posture unwavering,”yeah.”  You paused, your curiosity and desire getting the better of you, “so show me.” 

He was on you in seconds. A much better kisser than you had originally thought. He was perfect actually. His lips were firm, yet softened and molded against yours.  His tongue swept against your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open. He held himself over you, but soon got sick of that position and pulled you onto his lap. You were straddling him now, while his roamed over your back. One of his hands slowly crept to your chest and he began to palm one of your breasts while slowly grinding into you. You sighed upon feeling the friction to your core. He laughed softly into your mouth as he thumbed over your nipple. “Not wearing a bra?” he teased. “Did you have plans to seduce me?” He pulled you against him as he ground his hips up and into yours. “Fuck,” you moaned into his neck. Your body was starting to shake slowly as he grazed his teeth against your neck and continued his movements against your core. You could feel his dick hardening beneath you and your mouth began to water. Leorio sure had a big ego for a reason. He pinched your nipple and pulled slightly. A small mewl fell from your lips and he laughed again. “I love these cute little sounds you make...” He replaced his fingers with his mouth and sucked against your breast. Your jaw went slack and you groaned into his touch. “Does it feel good?” he asked, his tone cocky as ever. He knew it felt amazing and it made you feel less inclined to answer. One of his hands slipped underneath your skirt and the pads of his fingers began to massage against the soaked fabric of your panties. “I’d say it feels pretty fucking good,” he boasted, rubbing against your aching pussy. 

His fingers slowed and you whined, trying to press your body down against his fingers. He pulled them back causing a frustrated sound to leave your throat before you could think twice about it. “Tell me how you really feel, princess,” he was gloating now and teasing. The ache in your core was growing. Your fists were in his shirt and you were pulling against him in a silent plea for more. “It feels so good Leorio, please, please,” you begged. You were rewarded with his fingers slipping into your panties. The feeling of skin on skin was driving you crazy; it felt good but wasn't nearly enough. Your teeth sunk into his neck as a single one of his fingers pressed inside your tight hole. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. “Please,” you begged again. “Please what?” he teased, stroking in and out of you slowly. “Please give me your cock, please.”

He undid his pants, his cock slapping up against his stomach. It was long and thick and the tip was already leaking precum. You shifted on your knees to try and soothe the desire. He gave himself a few teasing strokes and then leaned back into the couch. “Go on,” he prompted and waited for you to shift over his cock and sink yourself down on his impressive length. You sunk down as far as you could but it wouldn’t fit all the way inside of you. You cried out slightly when he thrust his hips up against yours. He brushed his hand down your face tenderly and used his thumb to trace your lips. He started moving slowly, bouncing you up and down on his lap. His cock was hitting so deep inside of you. You’d never understood the expression “getting fucked stupid” until this moment. But you felt as if your mind was being fucked out of you. You couldn't think, or speak hardly. You were intoxicated by his grip on your hips and his sweet coos of praise. “You feel so good princess, so fucking good, so fucking pretty like this bouncing on my cock.” Your tongue was falling out of your mouth and he took that as an invitation to kiss you passionately. His tongue stroking yours was adding to the concoction of inebriation. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix with every thrust. Your legs were shaking and your forehead was resting on his shoulder... holding yourself up was impossible at this point. Your nails were slipping against his shirt and you were whining as your cunt clenched around him. 

Your orgasm washed over you, like water. He didn't stop thrusting inside of you and it pulled the breath from your lungs. You felt as if you were drowning in pleasure. You laid limp against his chest but he tilted your chin up with his hand. “I’m not done with you yet, princess,” he said, and then flipped you on your back.