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I started rewatching House MD (2004) and do a media analysis on like I did with my scrubs series and I know I put somewhere around the place but I CANT FIND THEM 😫😫

If I've posted something somewhere about it, pls let me know bc I'm still learning this platform and COULD HAVE SWORN I wrote about the first two episodes

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You try to look towards Gaz for guidance, but he has that same leer Soap had. Teasing.

Soap takes the lighter from Gaz and begins to light up the end “Go on, love. Don’t tell us you’ve never had a bit of fun before, hm?”. Gaz steps close behind you, the whisky on his breath tickling your ear.

Soap takes a hit and steps to you, tapping your chin up. Maybe it was the drinks you had earlier, or maybe you just wanted to do something bad. Risky.

He shares his hit with you, your lips coming together in the firm playfulness that is Johnny. He sneaks one more peck before he’s moving back and you’re finally able to catch your breath. You cough from the smoke, your lungs burning for a moment as the fresh air takes over.

Twin laughter surrounds you, a bit mean; a bit taunting. “I guess, our princess will need some help loosening up.” The lightheadedness starts quickly, a low tolerance and potent strand moving quickly.

soap is totally one to blow joint smoke along your nice puffy wet pussy lips as a tease while Gaz plays with your nipples behind you

Look at the princess, so sesnsitive..." gaz teases, his fingertips lazily grazing over your nipples.

"don't gotta worry about cotton mouth when I have such a wet pussy in front of me." he dips his tongue in as he passes the joint to Gaz.

"God baby you feel fantastic...." kyle ruts into your lower back, the sizzle of frictions adding up to a pleasant buzz as he takes another hit.

Johnny brings a finger up and pushes lightly against your hole, teasing the edges

"where's the lighter?"

"against her clit, give her a minute, she's sooo close." the rub of the plastic and his cock begins to flutter of your walls again for the nth time tonight.

When Soap sinks his cock in you, he groans. the pressure of both their bodies against yours, grinding against you in beautiful tandem.

Gaz nibbles against your ear as he murmers the highest of praises

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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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okay but John Price and Simon Riley as vampires but they feed through orgasms instead of blood

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giggly and stumbly you make your way over to him and he plays dumb, letting you flaunt yourself at him with that wonderful figure. You slip a finger in his belt loop as a challenge. "You sure, doll?"

It doesn't take him long to push you into one of the club bathrooms, locking the door and placing you on the sink counter as he devours your lips.

giving bouncer vibes. either at a regular dance club, where you and your friends show up so often that the moment he sees you, he just lets y'all pass. he'll chuckle when you snake your finger into his belt loop, tugging it as you purr out your gratitude. he'll definitely stop you next time, gripping your wrist with his callused hand. "playin' a dangerous game, love."

or a strip club, where he's thrown out so many clients for you that he doesn't bat an eye when you run up to him with your cunt on full display. "is it tha' guy again? told laswell lettin' him back in was a mistake. i'll take care of it, love."

phew!

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Sooo...

I'm doing some re-organizing and got some things coming down the pipeline. Some new stuff, some old stuff. Hopefully things you all can enjoy and interact with while I work on the bigger stuff

I'm coming out of my busy season at work so the writing may begin

ta ta

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You, Soap, and Gaz wave goodbye to the superior officers after a long night at the bar. You aren’t far behind them, but, Soap stops. “Ye’ wanna keep the night going?”

Gaz seemed to pick up on something you were unaware of. “What’d you have in mind, mate?” Soap winked at you, but didn’t answer. No one seemed to mind.

After walking a few more blocks, Soap finally spoke, “In ‘ere.” You let Kyle lead the rear as you made your way down a dirty alleyway. You trusted the boys with your life, even as tipsy as you were. But you let them guide you without restraint. “Was able to snag this, when the cap’ wasn’t looking.” Soap pulled out a joint from his pocket, willing his eyebrows in excitement.

“Nice, mate! I could use a load off.” Kyle reached into his pocket and revealed his lighter.

You try not to be naïve, but ask anyway, “Is that weed?” your voice is a whisper, as if too nervous to get caught.

Soap laughs boisterously. You scan the area, waiting for someone to catch you all. “Don’t tell me ye’ve never had a little joint before, have ye’?”

soap is totally one to blow joint smoke along your nice puffy wet pussy lips as a tease while Gaz plays with your nipples behind you

Look at the princess, so sesnsitive..." gaz teases, his fingertips lazily grazing over your nipples.

"don't gotta worry about cotton mouth when I have such a wet pussy in front of me." he dips his tongue in as he passes the joint to Gaz.

"God baby you feel fantastic...." kyle ruts into your lower back, the sizzle of frictions adding up to a pleasant buzz as he takes another hit.

Johnny brings a finger up and pushes lightly against your hole, teasing the edges

"where's the lighter?"

"against her clit, give her a minute, she's sooo close." the rub of the plastic and his cock begins to flutter of your walls again for the nth time tonight.

When Soap sinks his cock in you, he groans. the pressure of both their bodies against yours, grinding against you in beautiful tandem.

Gaz nibbles against your ear as he murmers the highest of praises

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uggh men

how nasty they are when they bully their cock into your hole on the subway. taking you whenever they want

you go to the gym to workout? you are their workout

heavy hip thrusts as the next in line holds your body up to be fucked. stretched and tested. you're only there to feel good and you're doing such a good job

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JOHN PRICE.

"How dare you disobey me!" Your captain's voice booms in the office, not caring who heard you getting your ass chewed out.

Spread over his lap, ass displayed to him he brings down another slap. "Stupid, girl! Why don't you listen?" Another series of smacks reign across your ass, the heat searing off your skin.

"Only good girls get to cum and you haven't been a good girl now, have you?"

Your puffy lips throbbing in time with your heart beat, begging for mercy, begging for more

"Shouldn't even have to..."

Price bullying his cock in your hole at a punishing pace. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

A mantra he repeats as he floods you over and over

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Mafia!141 part 4? ❤️🐀

pssst

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Mafia141 p.4

The boys react quickly, like they’re trained to do. You don't.

Ghost is able to tackle you to the ground before bullets start flying through the windows.

The sound of gunfire and glass shatters the peace, a familiar ringing to everyone but you. One moment you're focused on not spilling anything, now, with the mugs shattered on the floor, a heavy weight on top of you, and loud shots piercing in the air, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

The bullets seemed endless, embedding themselves in the walls and booths. Another body covered you, keeping your face pressed to the floor. There was crying. It’s coming from you.

After what felt like minutes, the shooting stopped.

Silence followed.

“Sit rep.”

The body above you finally lets you lift your head. You look around to see the diner in carnage. The plush in the booths were torn and shredded, some of the stuffing still hovering in the air. Everything glass on the counter were shattered. The cold wind came in through the broken windows.

“Good here.” A voice broke through the ringing in your ears.

“Johnny?”

“A'm right here.” He grumbled. There was a string of words that sounded like cursing.

Your heart is still pounding like a mallet as the boys around you began to get up.

You were being moved before you could even realize it. You were being lifted in the air and back on your feet like you weighed nothing before you could get your bearings. Simon’s eyes scanned you over as you were finally able to start moving your tongue again “W-what-“

“Gaz, secure the perimeter.” Movement followed his orders,  one of your “customers” move to Simon's order. Your confusion is hard to hide. “Go get your stuff. We’re leaving.” You look around at the two remaining men left in the diner; Simon, his hand on your back, keeping you steady and Johnny, the Scottish man with a Mohawk and his white dress shirt bleeding across his peck.

“You’re hurt.”

Both men looked to where you pointed, Johnny grumbled under his breath, “Fuckers ruined my new shirt.” He poked at the blood, some coming off his hand as he examined it.

Something about seeing him bleeding shocks you back to life, “T-the first aid kit is in the back. I can-" you move to go retrieve it.

Johnny caresses your shoulder “It’s alright, little bird, it’s just a scratch. I’ll be fine.” The vibrant blue in his eyes holds a boyish joy to them. “But I’ll never say no to you.” He winks.

The sudden flirtatious attitude from Johnny was whiplash compared to the carnage that surrounded you. “Not now, Johnny.” Simon scolded. It didn’t look like Johnny was sorry, “I gotta tell Price the meeting’s a bust.” He slides his phone out, trying how to not pissed the boss of about this. “Make sure she gets her stuff.” He was at least going to grant you that before bringing you into the mess that is tonight.

Johnny salutes, trying to break under the primal fear of the past few minutes that consumes you into being paralyzed in the moment. With Ghost and Gaz gone, it’s up to Johnny to keep you calm enough to not go into shock. His chest puffs up a bit, being given the opportunity to keep you safe and calm, but it’s not the time. “Actually, birdie,” Your eyes finally meet his, “I could use that first aid kit. Could you get it for me?”

A task. Something to help you move forward. You nod soundlessly and gave yourself a moment to calm your shaking hands, your barely controlled breathing.

First aid kit.

You enter the back of the room and head to the office where your stuff is. You’re mind is still a blank with static before you have a chance to realize you’re not alone.

Another weight, this time less gentle, slams you against the frozen storage and pins you there. The wind is knocked out of you as a body twice the size of you, unable to scream or cry in pain. “No one mentioned there would be a reward.” The stranger leered.

You try to speak again, but there’s a third body knocked into you. Your head is slammed against the door and everything hurts. You fall to the floor, no longer pinned against the cold door. Regardless, the world still spins.

You hear a struggle and the few moments of clarity you can get shows that Johnny is grappling with on the floor outside the office, his opponent in a headlock. The other man throws an elbow that connects and his grip falters, allowing him to get the upper hand.

The strange man swings again, this time an elbow to Johnny’s nose knocks off his balance, “You fucker!” He growls.

The larger man is able to tower over Johnny, taunting. You are so paralyzed in fear when you spot the shine of a barrel coming out.

A shot rings out. There’s yelling

When you open your eyes again,  the body that was towering over Soap was toppling over, dead weight. The blood pouring out of the hole in his skull a shocking horror to you. You finally start to scream.

The darker skinned man came forward in your field of view, “You’re okay, princess, you don’t need to be scared.” Too late. You slip out of consciousness.

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had the realization that time tends to visualize to most of us the way it has because we've gotten used to/grown up with stories and consuming things up and down ie. scrolling

time doesnt actually work that way. time is not right after the other. time is slow. time requires step 1 to happen before step 2.

take your time

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john price is a man incredibly high up in the chain of command of your company. he does a little walking tour of the buildings during crew appreciation weeks. helps humble down his image and he gets to have some meaningful conversations. sometimes even gets to meet particularly wonderful people.

he spots you, the sole person whose eyes are glued to their computer screen, in a sea of employees who are gawking at him. can hear the steady typing from your mechanical keyboard, your eyes flittering across the screen. he pauses a little too long, prompting laswell to repeat herself to the group before they move along.

but he makes sure not to be too far away, keeping you in his peripheral. notices how you don't even bother to spare a look in his direction. even when talking to team members that would place john directly in your sight, your eyes only focus on them. not him.

you were damn good at your job. the color-coded whiteboard behind you, filled with deadlines and application information, confirms it. funny too, if the little bouts of laughter that escape your team's cluster are anything to go by. he wonders what pitch your voice carries, just out of reach for it to bless his ears. wonders what it'd take for you to look and grant him a smile.

he doesn't have to wait long. your mouth splits into a bright smile and for a second john wonders if you're glowing. but the smile's not for him. it's directed at a coworker, who, for john's sake, is anything but quiet. he can hear just how thick he lays the praise for a job well done.

john watches the transformation that takes place as his words land. your soft easy-going smile widening, pushing your cheeks further up. you immediately perk up, back straightening, shoulders pushed back, and leaning forward in the direction of your coworker.

oh. oh.

john can feel something warm beginning to pool at the bottom of his stomach. he cracks a knuckle before shoving his fists into his pockets, lest he does something that lands him in HR.

he'll keep this tidbit with him for the next time he sees you. just so he can let you know how much of a good job you're doing.

maybe even get a reward.

a/n: silly little idea that came to my head while I was at work of course :') still trying to get out of my head when im writing but we're making progress

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We just hit

200 FOLLOWERS

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Thank you all! I appreciate each and every one of you. Lurkers or not!

Working on editing some things and reposting them so stories might be a bit different as I'm tweaking the character development around.

All love, be good ✨️🧚🏾‍♀️

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john “big stretch” price

simon “make it fit” riley

soap “just the tip” mactavish

kyle “give me one more” garrick

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Hey! I hope you’re well! I just wanted to say I love Bear!Price and am a little obsessed with him being jealous 😅 I love your writing and can’t wait for the next part!

Me everytime Bear!Price....

Also this is my first ask and it made me so excited!! Thank you Thank you!