#alec answers

[rodolfoparras]

Straight guy who doesn’t let you kiss him but gets pissy when someone else kisses you

Thinking about a threesome with straight guy where he’s down on his knees, sucking you off while someone else is making out with you. Your eyes are locked on him the entire time while the other guy’s kissing you. At first he’s got this star struck look on his face; eyes wide jaw going slack as you lick into the other man’s mouth. He practically starts drooling over your cock as you fuck the dude with your tongue - doing it the same way you would when you fuck him.

You purposely make a show out of it with loud groans and grunts escaping you, lips smacking loudly with each kiss, looking like a tangled mess with your arms intertwined with the other man’s, and a string of drool keeping you connected to his mouth.

At some point he gets so lost in the show: sits there mouth slack, hand palming his own weeping cock. You have to remind him where he is and what he’s doing, and you do so with a rough thrust that sends him into a coughing fit, forces him to to momentarily pull away from your dick.

Only then you don’t look his way, if anything your eyes flutter close, still kissing the other man, as if totally lost in him, all while he tries to collect himself.

And it’s only then he feels like he’s no longer part of the fun, like he’s a puppy that’s been kicked to the side by his owner because he was being too much or too little. Was he?

And maybe just maybe if his pride didn’t reach the ceiling of this building, , he’d admit that he’s hurt by this. Instead he turns this unnamed feeling into determination as he sinks back down onto your dick.

Still you don’t look back at him. And like the cruel owner you are; you purposely only moan the other guys name as he works so hard- uses both his hands and mouth to get you off. He can only take so much before he’s back to being that pathetic little puppy you dismissed; clawing at your legs , whimpering and whining around your dick , begging for crumbs of affection, for your acknowledgment but he gets none of it.

Instead you continue to pretend to be absolutely lost in the other guy ,only stopping the show when when you finally cum down his throat.

And he looks like a whole mess, lips swollen ,cum spit and something that looks like tears smeared all over his face, legs shaking as he rises to be eye level with you.

“Are you ok-“ You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence before he grabs the back of your neck and smashes your lips together.

He immediately takes control of the kiss, shoves his tongue past your lips and roughly licks into your mouth as if trying to erase the trace of the other man that’s been here.

You can taste yourself on him can taste the liquid courage that had led to all of this, can even taste the salty taste of tears and it’s intoxicating.

He only pulls away when your lungs are burning for air and you’re practically yanking at a handful of curls to get him off of you.

He looks absolutely wrecked, now with an even bigger mess on his face, wipes his mouth before he says “fucking disgusting “ and walks away from you.

[rodolfoparras]

Ok ok maybe in on a stretch here but just hear me out please‼️

Big Dick! Price x Mid/Little Dick! Reader

Like old man price having a dick too big for anyone to take to he comes across you and wants nothing more than to ride your dick dry. That big old man that’s twice your age with a dick too big that’s basically useless and him being teary-eyed and stupid from how dickmatized he is. Who would have thought that a mid sized dick would made that big man fall apart so easily. Him riding you and his large cock hard, leaky, and flopping up and down slapping on your stomach.

I got a lot more to say about this…

Thinking about Price who’s been a top all of his life mostly because of his size, until he meets you and gets to bottom for the first time.

Prep is a breeze with him, years of fucking his own toys and fantasizing about this very moment has made him able to easily take your fingers, greedy hole practically swallowing your four digits, even huffing and puffing when you insist on dragging things out because you’re afraid of hurting the man. But he assures you that he’ll be okay, sighs in relief when he finally feels you line your cockhead up with his entrance, easily sliding into him without much resistance.

It’e when you set a steady pace that he loses his head, violent sobs escaping his lips and erratically bucking his hips, his fat ass practically swallowing your dick, telling you he wants more and more and more even though you’re balls deep and fucking him so hard you’re rocking the bed beneath him.

It doesn’t take much for Price to flip the two of you around or rather demand to be flipped around and start bouncing on your cock, because he just can’t seem to get satisfied until he takes matters into his own hands. You can see the way his eyes roll into the back of his head, can hear the strangled noises slipping past his lips, can feel him grab your hand and putting it on his ass cheeks, looking content as ever as he sets a steady pace on your dick. panting harder faster deeper, please into your ear even though he’s the one riding you, making a whole mess out of himself in a matter of minutes.

And when he tips over the edge it’s like he’s a bottomless pit, his cum pooling on your stomach and staining your sheets, cock still weeping as you chase your own release. Price can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed because just as you’ve caught your breath he’s sinking down onto your dick again.

[rodolfoparras]

young sergeant!price would be a fucking tease, always making lewd comments and bending over whenever you're around other soldiers, knowing you won't do anything with others around.

he'd be such a perv, too, and a borderline stalker. always sending you texts along the lines of "you look so hot ordering those recruits around, wish you could" or sending you a photo of yourself at the shooting range or something with those horny emojis and an eggplant. and you're always so exasperated and bemused whenever you receive them.

he's so freaky he sneaks into your private office and probably fingerfucks his pussy whilst sitting on your chair, having to bite down on his fist or uniform to muffle his squeals when he squirts all over your chair, desk, and floors.

hgnghg I NEED HIM RIGH TNEOW

Young sergeant!Price sneaking into your office, stripping out of his clothes and putting on your tunic, the one decked out in different types of medals and acknowledgments before taking a seat in your chair, fucking himself with the dildo he’d snuck with him, a thrilling feeling rushing down his spine as he hears the soft clinking sounds mixing with obscene squelching sounds, almost cumming when he hears steps approaching the office, and when you open the door you’re met with sight of price looking all fucked out, eyes half lidded cheeks dusted in pink, tunic doing little to cover the dildo that’s still buried deep inside him

Young sergeant! Price riling you up enough throughout the day so that you’re pulling him into your office and bending him over your desk, taking him during office hours - something he knows you absolutely hate, purposely refusing to be quiet when he hears another set of footsteps approaching, whining and whimpering even muttering the words sir just so the other person knows you aren’t alone, and watching in amusement as you scramble to explain yourself to the person on the other side all while continuously thrusting your cock into his soaping wet cunt

Or refusing to fuck Young Sergeant! Price during office hours no matter what he does, so he sneaks into your office and takes matter into his own hands, sinks down onto your cock while you’re doing paper work

Without even looking at him, you know he’s got a pout on his face and tears prickling his eyes because you don’t pay him any attention even when he’s practically bouncing on your cock, but you can also hears the whines and whimpers escaping his lips because even though you’re ignoring him he’s determined to make himself finish.

[rodolfoparras]

Now consider : Free use! Reader but in a/b/o setting

- the a/b/o spitball had every male centric writer in Tumblr scrambling on their feet was delicious btw.

Omega Price who should be above behavior like this but when the three other omegas are asleep he’s sneaking into your room and sinking down on your cock bouncing on it until he reaches his orgasm even staying on your knot because after all if anyone had the right to carry your pups it was the oldest of them all

Omega Gaz and omega Soap who happen to go into heat at the same time and are impatient as ever when it comes to using you, with gaz bouncing on your cock chasing his release while soap is begging and pleading for him to hurry, all while you’re sat at your desk doing paperwork, or sat in the sofa watching a tv show, or at least trying to do so. It would only end with Soap riding your face while Gaz bounces on your cock and it doesn’t take long before they’re arguing over who’s to take your knot

Omega Ghost who feels comfortable enough to take your knot for the first time. Gaz and Soap were supposed to help assist him but when it came down to it, they couldn’t contain themselves, went so many rounds with you until you passed out but Ghost was still sitting there, slick pooling between his thighs whining and whimpering for someone to help him out so they make swift work of preparing him with their fingers before they help him sink down on your cock, all while you’re falling in and out of consciousness

Spitball w/ me?

[rodolfoparras]

not to be crazy but reader being crazy obsessed over dragon!price. maybe reader's a hybrid, or maybe he's just a human; but it doesn't matter, not when all he cares about is john, john, john, john. a reader who's so obsessed price, no matter what he does or say, cannot seem to get rid of you. in the peripherals of his vision he is haunted by you, whether you are actually there or not, you have infested his mind just as much as he's infested yours.

a reader who's so obsessed he'll go up against creatures much stronger and older than he is, against creatures with teeth and claws and magic that hums in their veins - but that magic and claws and teeth are all usually against a man who's sole purpose is to live for another man, for a man who you're so deeply and dearly enamored with. their size and strength and whatever mystical, non-human features are all useless against you, whose veins scream for violence and blood, who scream at you to get rid of anyone that so much as breathes your john's way.

and price isn't sure whether to be impressed or disturbed by the amount of heads that arrive packaged onto his desk, the dismembered limbs he throws out with distaste on his tongue. it boggles his mind whenever he finds out you've gotten rid of yet another hybrid, how someone like you - either a human man or a weaker hybrid of sorts - have managed to become the personification of death itself.

he's more exasperated when he somehow finds out you've been stalking him, finds the collection of polaroids of him stored away somewhere, finds a shrine just for him, than he is frightened. he's never had anyone be so obsessed with him the way you are in all his years of living, and despite himself, with every corpse or limb found, with every sickly love letter finding itself on his desk, with stolen clothes finding itself in your bedroom or laundry, with the little bloodied gifts you leave him, it has his draconic instincts purring at a potential mate.

Cw: 18+, dragon!Price, dragon! male reader obsessiveness, stalking, scent kink, masturbation, voyarism, exhibitionism, briefly Nikolai x Price, brief mention & depiction of dismemberment, yandere!reader, yandere!Price

It all started with a small act of kindness. You were getting scolded by a superior for something you’d done- had almost gotten kicked out of your squad because of that, when suddenly Price had swooped in and uttered a little white lie “he didn’t mean it, I’ll keep him in check don’t worry about it general” and got you out of trouble in a matter of seconds

Truth be told Price forgot all about you after that encounter but you couldn’t forget about him. You spent every waking moment learning about him who he was - a dragon hybrid and a captain- what he’d done- fought in wars and served everything from kings to generals - learned all about who he keeps in his inner circle - it had once been his mate now it’s mostly his squad and oh his mate -she was absolutely beautiful- a dragon hybrid just like him. They’d been together for years until she’d gotten killed.

That’s at least what you had read in one of the many journal he keeps in his room. You had snuck in one day when he left for a mission with the intentions to just look around but you had ended up with your clothes on the floor and fucking one of his pillows just because it smelled like him, - soap and cologne still embedded into the pristine white fabric, and still carrying the imprint from where his head once had been. So of course you folded the pillow right in the middle and slid your cock inside of it, losing yourself in its tight and warm grip, pretending it was the stand offish dragon captain you were fucking before spilling ropes of cum all over the sheets.

Then it came to the over protectiveness. You really wouldn’t call it that. You just wanted to make sure he was alright. So what if you watched him through the cracks of his office door while he held conversations with Nikolai? And what if you stayed as his lips crashed onto the Russians, while your hand slipped down your pants and what if you snuck into Price’s room the morning after and buried your face in his underwear just so you know that Nikolai didn’t take it any further?

But Price knew- could feel your eyes on him as he lined Nikolai’s cockhead up with his entrance. Price knew -could hear your growl and the way your hand stroked your cock as he bounced on Nikolai’s cock. Price knew- and he enjoyed it, tipped over the edge at the sheer thought of it, vision turning blurry and ears ringing as he slumped into the other man’s embrace.

So it wasn’t to any surprise when he discovered the Polaroids you kept of him, stashed under your mattress but poking out enough for him to get a glimpse. He had come to your room to talk about your recent behavior. Things had started to get out of hand. He didn’t really care that you watched his every step. What he did care about were the soldiers that had mysteriously gone missing, soldiers he’d gotten into minor arguments with prior to the incident, but eventually popped back up in his office or rather his desk- body completely dismembered and limbs neatly wrapped, reminding him of a Christmas Day in hell and Price was sure he knew who was behind it

There were plenty of Polaroids, so much so they made up an entire album.

Some were rather innocent in nature, snapshots of him while he was smoking a cigar or talking with Kate or any member of 141 . The photographs were blurry - unfocused almost as if you’d accidentally taken them but he knew that wasn’t the case. Some were a bit more suggestive: a close up shot of his ass while he was maneuvering the shooting range or a shot of his scantily clad lower half as he held a training session with the team. He could only imagine what you did with those,

But there were more polaroids, snapshots of him while he’s clearly asleep, blissfully unaware of what’s happening. Going by the murky surroundings, the pictures must’ve been taken whenever the two of you were out on a mission together and shared a tent.

Some were close up shots of his face, cheeks dusted in pink and hair in disarray, completely unaware of what’s happening. Other Polaroids were blurry shots of his body, silver of skin peaking through the clothes he’s wearing, probably a direct cause from all the tossing and turning he’d done in his sleep. Despite the nature of them, they were rather innocent, reminding you of causal snapshots someone would take of their lover.

But something about that had heat creeping up his cheek, blood pooling straight to his dick.

He could imagine you sprawled out on your bed, or seated in his office chair, one hand holding a Polaroid; probably a snapshot of him smoking a cigar, while the other hand was stroking your cock.

Disgusting he thinks as his hand shakily unbuckles his jeans, doesn’t even bother to take a seat.

How could he allow anyone as sick as you into his team? He thinks, hand grasping his dick, that’s already hard and weeping.

He should report you for misconduct and get you kicked out of the army, he thinks, thumb swiping over his tip, smearing around the pre that had been collecting there as grunts and groans escapes his lips

All thoughts escape his head as he sets a steady pace with his hand, stroking root to tip while his free hand fondles his ball sack.

“Fuck!” He grunts out, eyes fluttering shut, head tipping back as he fucks into his own hand.

“John?”

[rodolfoparras]

HEAR ME OUT: soap's big naturals

thinking of little couch cuddling session with soap, using his chest as a pilow... using them as a stress ball... biting them...

i wish i could go on but i just woke up and he makes me FERAL

-🧼

Soap looks like he’s got sensitive tits whines and whimpers escaping his lips when you lightly brush over his pecs, doesn’t even have to be in a sexual manner, could be while you’re reaching around him to get a plate or accidentally brushing against them when you’re training or even mindlessly stroking the skin when you’re cuddling

Now imagine how loud he gets when you actually try to pull sounds of him loud grunts and groans escaping his lips as you squish the pale skin, watching his pecs go red from your fingertips, massaging your thumb into the fat tissue and watching his hips buck up into the air looking for any sort of friction he can get, twisting his nipple between your thumb and point finger just to see him claw at the sheets endless moans escaping his lips practically ready to cum in his pants from just that little bit of stimulation

Or how easy it is to rile him up by grazing your teeth over the sensitive numbs, being cruel enough to suck at his nipples through the shirt he’s wearing, wet patch forming on his shirt and pants, practically sobbing into the back of his hand as your tongue laps at the mounds, practically cumming his pants when the palm of your hand kisses his slicked up skin, begging and pleading for you to keep slapping his tits even though the skin is practically blistering

Soap who’s absolutely obsessed with the thought of you fucking his tits, begging for it every time you stumble into the bed, big teary eyes eagerly watching as you straddle his waist, hand shaking from excitement as he cups his pecs and pushes them together, eagerly waiting for you to slot your hot wet cock between them, practically cumming his pants with just a couple of strokes to his searing hot skin, gets hard again when you cum all over his tits.

Soap who absolutely loves shower sex because it means he’ll have your big calloused hands soaping up his skin, face buried into the slope of his neck while you cup his tits, rubbing circles into the sensitive skin, watching the way he’s erratically stroking his dick while you stroke his tits

[rodolfoparras]

All this baby trapping is driving me crazy in the best way

idk who I'd want to baby trap more, Rudy, Graves, literally all of the 141, I'm just so obsessed with them! They'd all look pretty knocked up and stuffed ^-^

Cw: attempted baby trapping, breeding kink, 18+

Thinking about graves w/ a breeding kink, who will more often than not ask you to fuck him without a condom, promising he’s on birth control which he is but he can’t help that he forgets to take them some days, who will have the two of you go for multiple rounds till his cunt is dripping from cum and he’s using his fingers to push it back in just in case, who will stay skewed onto your cock for hours making sure you fuck him so rough and deep til he’s sure your cockhead is grazing his womb

It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what he’s trying to do, and although you can’t help but feel blood pooling to the lower half of your body at the sheer thought that graves is trying to have your baby, there’s no way in hell you’d be tied down to him in that way and luckily he hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.

However you still want do indulge him in his little fantasy so you buy him a squirting dildo with fake cum in it, spending hours upon hours using that thing on him, watching that way his body quakes, completely soaked in sweat, and cunt swollen and red.

“Please please I cant” he cries out, head trashing side to side as fat tears rolls down his cheek.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to make you a mommy? Be a good boy and take it”

[rodolfoparras]

Jealous bottom....save me jealous bottom....

AND YOU DIDNF ELABDORE ON THAT ? YOU JUST LEFT ME HANGING like sweet little straight guy who finds out he isn’t your first straight guy… and is desperately trying to be the best you’ve ever had but he’s way too eager needs you to kiss his neck and grope his cock when the point was to get you hard way too clumsy with his touch hands shaking and curses rolling off his tongue as he struggles to line your cock head with his cunt too inexperienced to make you see stars so he lets you flip him over and fuck him into the mattress til he sees stars and you know what he doesn’t mind that he isn’t your first one not when you fuck him like this besides if you want him to get better he will he promises- says it with fat tears in his eyes babbles mindlessly as he inches closer to his orgasm just please make him cum

[rodolfoparras]

I hope this isn't out of line but I'm FtM and I want an old man to teach me how to top him with my strap. Just having him coach me while I've got him in a headlock trying my best to move my hips just right. It's sloppy and mess, but he's just moaning. I want him to just say practice makes perfect coaxing me to do it every chance we get. Just have him without my notice getting larger and larger toys to fuck him with. Or even better getting a toy made of his own cock and having him say, "it's our cock you should be able to use it too." Or something like that...

OUT OF LINE?? ON RODOLFOPARRAS TUMBLR DOT COM NOSUCH THING BABY

But old man guiding you is such a beautiful thing “s okay kid I got you,” he says whenever your head flops into the crook of his neck because you’re tired and frustrated he’s gently as ever when he clings to your hips and guides you inside him “just like that doing so good fucking this old man” he groan out heels digging into your ass as you hit just the right spot “so lucky m so lucky to get to be your first time” he continuously mumbles as he inches closer to his orgasm

[rodolfoparras]

think about price who constantly refers to his lover as 'the wife' with lovesick eyes to 141

now imagine 141 loosing their SHIT on the inside when they first meet 'the wife' and she isn't some petite pretty little housewife like they imagined but instead a large ass man built like a fucking TANK and easily towers over Simon who is the tallest of the group. price still refers to him as 'the wife' with the dorkiest grin ever and 141 doesnt let him live it down, threatening him with telling 'the wife' whenever he doesnt let them do something stupid

(feral anon)

(i want to be 'the wife' so bad but sadly i am a short transmasc that doesn't look like a man at all)

(your posts cure my gender disphoria)

A/N: I loved this idea and I’ve been wanting to write a fluff piece for my old man so here u go, something very light hearted ! Excuse any mistakes I wrote it within an hour or so!

It’s no secret that Price likes to keep his private life and work life separated, not many people know he’s married and he likes to keep it that way.

However he has no qualms about 141 finding out about the person he loves so much, matter of fact Laswell was the first to know, all unplanned of course.

It all happened when the two of them snuck away from the rowdy group of men to smoke. Sitting inside would’ve been a better option. It was warm inside, they had decent lighting and were within hand’s distant to their drinks but that would also mean they were at risk of losing their hearing or getting elbowed in the stomach or face by the drunken men, so outside it is.

Price offers her his cigar, which she takes gracefully muttering something along the lines of “my wife doesn’t like it when I smoke” while taking a drag from the tobacco leaf.

“Neither does mine” he says with crows feet appearing around his eyes and lips curling up into a smile.

“You’re married?” Laswell says, only with a hint of surprise on her face as she hands the cigar back to him.

“Happily” he says smile still present as ever on his face before he takes a drag from the cigar as well “been that way for four years now”

She just nods in response before she takes the cigar back, and that’s pretty much how Laswell finds out about Price’s spouse.

The next person to find out about it is Gaz.

141 had been out on a mission that day, and Gaz had taken the impulsive decision to head straight into the fire in hopes of getting important intel. He’s managed to get it but not without getting scolded for his reckless behavior by Price. Hours later and the guilt is still eating at him so he decides to make his way over to Price’s office in an attempt to make amends with the older man.

Gaz takes a deep breath before he knocks on Price’s office door.

“Come on in” he hears the older man’s voice.

Gaz walks in only to be met with the sight of Price seated in his office chair, paper work scattered about on his desk and a cigar resting between his index and middle finger.

“Sir” Gaz says, awkwardly shuffling in place. “I’d like to apologize for earlier today”

“Already forgotten”

The surprise must’ve been clear on his face because the older man can’t help but chuckle.

“Sit down” Price says pointing at the chair opposite to him before taking another drag from the tobacco leaf.

Gaz swiftly takes a seat, hands resting on his knees, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

There’s a moment of silence as Price rearranges the paper in a neat pile on his desk, pen carefully placed next to it before he speaks again.

“You got someone special waiting for you back home?”

Once again Gaz is surprised but this time the older man just looks at him and smiles.

“I do, sir”

“So do I” Price says smile getting bigger as he folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair. “Oh don’t look at me like that I’m not that old am I?”

“No - no sir” Gaz says, hands awkwardly flailing about and feeling his ears burn as he blurts out the words.

Price’s smile grows even bigger before he begins to explain “point is I’m sure that special someone wants you back home alive, if anything were to happen to me I’m sure the wife would find a way to haunt me in the after life”

Price’s gaze falls to his hands, fingers fidgeting with his wedding band.

Oh.

The wife.

The ring.

The captain is married.

“Sometimes we have to do things we rather not do to make sure we come back home to them, keep that in mind Garrick”

“Yes sir” Gaz says, mind still processing this new found information.

“Good, now if you excuse me I have someone to call,”

Gaz without thinking says “the wife?”

Price only chuckles but nods his head in confirmation “the wife”

Soap is the third person to find out and it happens while 141 are relaxing on base, playing cards and drinking beer.

Price walks in with black slacks and a white button, rolled all the way up to his elbows. On top of that there’s an invisible trail of cologne that seems to follow his form.

“Captain! Come join us” soap says not even looking up at the man but instead keeping laser focus on the cards in his hand.

“No can do boys I’m heading out with the wife”

Soap almost drops the cards in his hand, head turning so fast Price is surprised he doesn’t get whiplash. “You’re married?”

“I am” Price says trying to suppress his chuckle when he sees Gaz peaking at Soap’s cards. “You weren’t planning on proposing were you soldier?” Price jokes which sends the rest of the group into a fit of laughter.

Soap physically recoils at that, head turning back to his cards and muttering a “to you captain? No thanks”

“Alright then, I’m heading out” Price says, choosing to ignore soaps comments, as he pulls on his jacket“don’t wait up!”

As Price makes his way over to the front door, he hears the group continuing to tease soap, can even hear the Scotsman accuse Gaz of looking at his cards, but he quickly forgets about everything as he sees you parked outside and waiting for him.

Ghost was very well aware of Price’s spouse, had even been the first person to know that Price was planning to propose.

The two of them had been in an entirely different squad, and less familiar with each other when they got sent out on a mission. A lot of things went wrong that day so much so Ghost and Price weren’t sure if the both of them would get back home alive. So Price had taken the opportunity to tell him about this special someone, how he was planning to propose to this person when they were scheduled to go back home, had even forced a wedding band in the palm of Ghost’s hand and told him to give it to the person if Price doesn’t make it out alive.

Luckily the both of them had managed to get out alive and Ghost had gotten the opportunity to watch Price put the ring on this person’s hand.

With that being said Ghost should be able to recognize this person if they were to appear in front of him but it’s been years so when he hears someone asking where Price is he doesn’t think twice about telling them, chalking it up to some poor lost recruit looking for the captain, while keeping his eyes on the weapon he’s cleaning.

However he doesn’t get to do much more before he hears another voice.

“Who’s the guy?” says soap, confusion clear in his tone.

Ghost turns to the other man and the annoyance must’ve been clear in his eyes because Soap raises his hands in an apologetic manner. “Oh sorry did i interrupt something important “ he says with a smile on his face.

“Anyway a tall really tall dude maybe taller than the ghost?” He pauses as if contemplating before he continues to explain “was looking for Price, really buff too…” he trails off while glancing down at his arms “hey you think I should work out more?”

Ghost just sighs before he returns to cleaning his weapon but he’s once again interrupted when Gaz walks in.

“Captain wants to see us in his office”

And that’s when he fully gives up on the task as he follows the two other men over to Price’s office, grumbling over why the captain was calling them over while putting up with the chatter from the Scotsman telling Gaz all about the giant that just passed him.

It doesn’t take much before they find themselves in front of Price’s office.

Through the door they can hear Price’s voice along with a much deeper voice, holding a conversation.

Soap is the first to knock on the door, while sharing confused glances with the two other men.

“Come in”

The three men enter the room only to be met with the sight of Price standing behind his office chair where a man is sitting in it, both of them sporting equally bright smiles on their faces.

“Boys” Price says, face ever so proud as he looks down at the man “meet the wife”

The man stands up, tall just like Soap had described him and when he reaches a hand out they see a wedding band that matches the one on Price’s hand.

“I’m the wife” you say with a big smile on your face.

[rodolfoparras]

Bro my dad has this friend, hot, same age as him, greying, got money. So it got me thinking.

Dad's best friend who knows it's wrong, I mean God you're so much younger. But your thrusts in his ass as he muffled himself to not wake the neighbors as your cock hit all the good spots. He pretends that its okay, cause he's paying you to fuck his ass raw, but you stay behind and take care of him, kissing down his body gently just to cuddle. He realises he's fallen HARD for you while you both sit in his bath, your cock in his ass while you gently wash his hair.

-Anon who thought of the three headed Ghost fighting for your cock

Dads friend who you suck off can’t look you in the eye because he feels guilty about it but you tell him you’ll stop if he doesn’t and he cums within seconds when he makes eye contact

Dads friend who you will fuck in your dads bed just to see that terrified looo on his face melt away as you fuck him into a mindless state

Dads friend who promises himself he’ll only fuck you once bur becomes insatiable feels so guilty and disgusting but can’t stop bouncing on your cock

Dads friend who becomes your little pet does everything you ask even goes down on his knees to suck you off while you sit in your dads office

Dads friend who takes you to his expensive little lake house so you can fuck him and Cooks you dinner and wears all the slutty clothes while doing so

[rodolfoparras]

Brb, putting Digger in a Boomerang-shaped chastity cage to boost that humiliation kink he's just discovered

-💀

Digger would absolutely love the idea at first, all hot and bothered at the thought of his big fat cock trapped in a cock cage, unable to touch himself, or just wearing it while out and about in public, maybe even opting to go without boxers just so the little contraption is clearly shown through his prison uniform, proudly smiling at anyone looking down at his crotch.

However as soon as it’s actually on and he’s unable to touch his dick, he’s over this little fantasy, especially when you go out your way to tease him, groping and rubbing up against him til he’s begging and pleading for you to take the cage off of him, speaking to him in the way that usually has blood rushing down to his dick, telling him how a slut like him shouldn’t mind that his cock is locked up, he doesn’t even know how to use that thing at all, riling him up so much til there’s nothing left to do but show him mercy by pounding into his ass and through your laughter asking him how a greedy slut like him fails to reach his orgasm, knowing fully well it’s because of the little mechanism.

He’d most likely try to find ways to break out of it, getting so frustrated he sneaks away, pants pulled down his legs and thighs parted; ready to take any weapon at hand to the cock cage and if you were to catch him in the act he wouldn’t even care, he’d just smile at you, face flushed from exhaustion, body drenched in sweat, cock finally free, fully hard and weeping and eagerly waiting for you to punish him

[rodolfoparras]

https://twitter.com/sluttywh0r3/status/1743622202396709016?t=eIoUd1MqBJYDqphp6AHGqA&s=19

all i can think about is kyle gaz garrick

Okay but thinking about Gaz being super vocal in bed, and when you first got together he had briefly mentioned it, you just didn’t know to what extent.

Maybe at first he’d try to keep the noises in because what if it was too much or too early on in your relationship for you to discover this side of him? But you wouldn’t let him do so, pulling away any objects he’s using to muffle the sounds while firmly telling him “let me hear you Gaz”

And that’s all it takes to get him to sing like a bird in bed, breathy words of praise and demands whispered in between each kiss, as he tugs on your clothes to pull you closer to him

“Mm- that’s ah that’s nice, keep going yes,” he’d say voice breathy and strained, head tipped back and eyes fluttering shut as he feels you kissing along his neck

“Oh come on don’t tease,” he’d whine into the crock of your neck, gently nipping at the skin when your hands and mouth wander everywhere except for where he needs them.

“ bloody hell- can you- Ah can you just fuck me please?” He’d say through gritted teeth, when you continuously tease him by rubbing your cock between his cheeks, pre smearing all over his thighs and cockhead missing his rim with every thrust.

“Just- just a bit more- like ah- like that yes yes yes keep going please” he’d squeak out with his hands around your neck, heels digging into your cheeks in an attempt to burry your cock deeper inside him.

“More more need more please feels so good so good god !” He’d yell out even though he had flipped the two of you over and is practically bouncing on your cock.

And the closer he gets to the edge, the more incoherent his words get, no longer able to mutter any praises or demands and when that happens you’ll stop in the middle of what you’re doing only to hear a bunch of protests tumble out of his mouth. “Nononono come on why did you stop?!”He’d yelp out, wide eyed while desperately clutching onto your shoulders.

“What do you want Gaz? Need you to use your words” You’ll say with a sickly sweet smile on your face, trying to keep your cool even though you’re practically loosing it at the way he’s clenching down on your cock.

Gaz would just huff out and wipe the tears from his eyes before his poor hoarse voice continues to instruct you. “Please please I’m so close just please fuck me! That’s what you want to hear? Please -“he’ll blabber out, words fading out as you start fucking him harder, deeper. “Ah- ah god oh god just like that, so good so good yes!”

Eventually his voice would fade into a whisper, muttering praises and promises while hiding in the crook of your neck, feeling satiated and plugged full of your cum

[rodolfoparras]

Anyways.... Omega soap is a baby trapper. No questions asked. (Wanted to make it poly, but idk how to write multiple people jumping on one dick (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) / I think this all comes across fanon in cod but, Johnny's is a certified baby trapper, even higher than Price.)

Tw: Not beta read, we die like so-🔫 men, a/b/o elements , Baby trapping , Dubious Consent

Johnny is a rambunctious wild spirit for an omega, Free spirited in ways that turns off people, but you, you do atleast that's what he thinks. You've grown distant in a few days, noticeably busying yourself with tasks handed to you by Price and steered away from him at every turn.

He's grown antsy, frantic, pheromones all over the place at the prospect of losing you. He decides to sweeten himself up, acting docile in your presence, purposely spraying enhancing pheromone perfumes to catch even a speck of your attention, acting like a good omega should.

But you don't, not even a single lingering glance and it sends him whining to himself like a kicked dog. Have you grown tired of him? Have you found a sweeter omega? Has his personality rubbed you off some wrong way?

He has grown to share this with the other members of the omega's task force, yapping on from your rather sudden change.

"He's... Probably nearing his rut, you know how alpha's get in a loner phase when it's time" Gaz remarks, returning to his own work, frankly tired of the redundant complaining reaching his ears on each break.

A lightbulb lights up on his head and he's racing to your room, he can practically hear the low mewls and rustling of fabric being dragged on the floor.

He opens it to reveal you all hot and bothered, without a mate in sight and a musk that practically sends him down on all fours.

He cooes at you gently, letting you sniff and pull him down with you, letting you claw his hips as you get a scent of slick starting to gather in his trousers.

It's not long before he's all bare, clawing at the floor, while his poor neglected hole gets eaten and prepped, two fingers slotted in.

Not one word is spared between you, an obvious scowl on your face, but your cock head already pushing his rim. He shouldn't be here, not at your most potent state, not wanting to tie him with a pup or an inconvenient knot.

Meanwhile his mind is scrambled, eyes brimming with tears from relieve from being wanted again, arms clawing and legs trapping you, to lock you at each knot.

He can't possibly relive those hellish weeks of your ignorance. He decides there and then. He has to intertwine you with him.

He comes by your barracks after weeks after your initial rut, a little box, filled with tests all positive pregnancy tests. He wants you, he needs you, and baby would all make that more solidified.

-💫

( Didn't expect people to like omega Price so well,,, I'm so shy )

[Read more]

[rodolfoparras]

imagine soap having a small dick like atleast 4 to 5 inches and hes just so embarrassed about it so you get on your knees and edge him for hours until you let him cum and he cums ropes and ropes from that small dick of his and hes just so fucked out<33333

Thinking about Soap who’s insecure about his length until he gets naked in front of you and you shower him in nothing but praise; cooing at his little cock as the blood rushed down to his lower half, getting down on your knees and adoringly kissing the tip, dragging your tongue along the one small vein that shows so prominently, and watching pearls of pre appear as your lips and words of adoration brush over his skin, gently cupping his little cock in the palm of your hand and being amazed at how he fits so perfectly while stroking him

Or thinking about flicking the small fat tip while he’s riding your dick, watching the way he yells out in both embarrassment and pleasure as he inches closer to his release, even using your fingers as a cock ring to keep him from cumming and watching him sob at your teasing.

[rodolfoparras]

thinking about gently spreading price's fat pussy lips apart, strings of his wetness refusing to break before landing a little spank on his clit. watching his back arch and eyes roll back. bonus points if you do it while fucking/fingering him bc he'll cum instantly <3

ahem but hope you're doing well this lovely morning :)

I’m literally losing my fucking mind bc hear me out

Thinking about lying between Price’s thighs just a hair away from his cunt, hot breath washing over his exposed flesh and raising goosebumps all over his skin, the warm feeling increasing as you whisper filthy words to him, his hips pathetically bucking up looking for the ghost of your touch, squeaks escaping his lips and chubby fingers fisting the sheets as you drag your tongue across his hot wet cunt.

You tell him to quiet down as you pry his lips apart, closely watching the strings of wetness reluctantly break apart before experienced fingers find his sensitive numb

Price tries to be quiet he really does, bites down on his hand to muffle the sounds but you can still hear the obscene squelching sounds his cunt makes as you work your fingers and mouth on him.

Sweet thing turns red in the face when he realizes how loud he’s being, turning even redder when you playfully tut in disappointment at him. But any trace of embarrassment is erased when you line your cockhead up with his entrance, the obscene squelching sounds now mingling with the sound of the needy noises escaping his lips