#price x witch

[ghouljams]

More of fae!Price and his magic fingers because I'm so *screaming into pillow*

He presses you down against the bed, kissing you. You hold his face, scratch your fingers through his beard, as he turns you, stretches out alongside you. He hooks his arm behind your head to keep you close and only pulls away long enough to tell you, "takin' these off," it that way that feels like half a question. You're quick to help him get your panties down, quick to shiver and spread your legs when he rubs his finger along your slit, stopping to circle your clit. He gives it a light tap and trails his finger back down to your hole.

You raise your hips a little, just enough to entice him to press his finger into you, and you feel yourself make a soft noise against his lips as he pushes in. He licks the noise out of your mouth, his tongue twisting with soft movements against your own. You half expect him to start in on you, but he eases you open with his finger, the gentle in and out as he strokes your walls makes you shiver and try to follow the movement with you hips. You can feel him smile against your lips when he brushes over your sweet spot and you let out a quiet whine.

It's enough encouragement for him to add a second finger. When you attempt to break the kiss to watch him, Price pulls you back in, licks his broad tongue over your lips and tips your head back. You're dizzy trying to keep up. He jabs you sweet spot and you moan against his lips, his fingers twist and you whimper. You feel your hips buck, and your back arch off the bed to try and keep up with the jab, jab, twist of his thick digits. Each time he works you up, hits the right spot, he pulls back to stroke your gummy walls. Teasing until you moan with each thrust of his fingers, and your own grip his shirt so tightly you worry it might rip. You're hardly kissing him, panting against his lips as you arch against his chest, your head tipping back as your eyes roll. Price nips at your throat, his fingers focused on hitting the soft spongey spot that makes your stomach tighten. You could light a fire with the heat he fucks into you, the pleasure that zips up your spine is unlike anything else.

His fingers work you faster, more precisely, and the sound changes. The wet smack of his fingers is different, doesn't need his palm to hit you to be loud and noticeable, and it is loud. You'd be more concerned if it didn't feel so good, everything just keeps getting hotter and tighter in the pit of your stomach. Price groans, his lips just brushing your ear, "Fuck that is a good girl." You clench on his fingers, feel him pull back to add a third, twisting them in and out of your cunt, giving you a burn so delicious it almost makes up for the coil in your stomach. He draws back, rubs his wet fingers up over your clit. "Little break sweetheart, then back to it," he tells you, kissing your cheek. Break from what you don't know, but the attention to your clit adds a new tension to your spine that tingles over your skin. He doesn't stay there long before pushing two fingers back into your cunt.

Again. The work up to those loud squishing noises is shorter this time, his fingers are more precise, they give you less time to get used to the short jabs of pleasure. The pressure doesn't stop building, and you can't do anything but pant and moan. Price kisses you, and murmurs sweetness that you hardly understand. He asks you a question, you think. You try to get a word out, any word, but you feel too scrambled to talk, his fingers don't stop. Your everything feels tight enough to break, like you're holding something back. You nearly cry when he pulls out his fingers to play with your clit again. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you right now, his fingers aren't enough to break whatever dam he's beating at.

Again. He kisses you until you can't hold it anymore, until your eyes are squeezed shut and you're arching off the bed. Price's teeth tease your neck, you dig your nails into his shirt and bemoan the fact that they aren't digging into his skin. His fingers- you are going to ban him from fingering you- his fingers jab, hard and fast, up and down, in and out, until you are writhing, begging (with no words, "Can't even talk, can you?" Price coos) for a release. "Come on," Price encourages, the deep rumble of his voice in your ear as you sob and moan for him gives you little comfort, "come on, give it to me sweetheart, one more."

Something breaks. The pressure doesn't release, but something does, something warm and wet. You feel it when it leaves you, feel it soak the bed under you, feel it soak your thighs, hear Price moan and feel his hard cock press against your leg as he holds you open. He pulls back and watches your pussy, pulls his fingers from you and rubs them over the slit. You heave in a breath, look down at him between your legs, watch him studying you with rapt attention. His shirt is sprayed with drops of wet, and you can see it glistening on his forearm. You shudder when he drags his fingers over your clit. You feel boneless.

"Fuck that is sexy," he breathes, leaning down to drag his tongue over your dripping cunt. It's a short but broad stroke, enough to wet his beard before he sits back again. Your hips jump away from his fingers as you try to get your bearings.

"What did-"

"Didn't think you'd squirt like that, should've gotten undressed," he fills in. Your eyes roll back as he pushes his fingers into you, he jabs your sweet spot with another few short quick thrusts and you feel another break of wet. It's strange, you've never- you didn't even know you could- it doesn't feel the same, but the release... you reach down to feel the slick coating your thighs as Price pulls his fingers free.

"Fuck," you whine, you can feel how soaked the bedspread is, your thighs aren't any better. Price sucks his fingers clean and opens his fly, pushing his pants down to pull his flushed cock free. You've never seen him so hard. You own fingers spread your pussy for him and you hear the growl deep in his chest as he strokes himself to the sight.

"That's my girl," he tells you, lining up his cock with your entrance, "always wanting more, greedy little-" whatever you are is lost to the loan groan he lets out as he fills you, lost to the soft gasp you draw in at the stretch. "Fuck, this pussy," he praises and you whimper.

"John, please."

He shakes his head and you watch his shoulders moving with the effort of drawing in each breath as he waits to move. "Never wanna hear anyone say my name but you," he says finally, pulling out to slam back into you, "so scream it loud sweetheart."

You do. Good lord you do.

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[mariamakeslemons]

I found I'm actually enjoying writing in @ghouljams fae!AU. Here's Lilac's first meeting with Price, Keegan, and the Changeling/Ainsley.

Lilac stares in terror at the man, fae, standing in her mentor’s garden. He smiles at her and she chokes, shaking as he takes a purposeful step toward her.

“Calm down, little witch,” he chuckles, dropping his heavy hand on her head, “I don’t eat children.” Lilac squeaks at his rough pats before watching with wide eyes as he walks past her, into Miss Witch’s house.

“Price! Stop scaring Lilac!” Miss Witch scolds, her hands on her hips and a frown on her face. The fae, Price, chuckles and strides up to Miss Witch. Suddenly, Lilac sprints to stand between them, her arms outstretched in an attempt to block him from hurting Miss Witch.

“Y-you can’t h-hurt h-her!” She yells, fighting to keep her fear off her face as she stares up at his blue eyes. Price raises an eyebrow at Lilac’s declaration, tilting his head curiously.

“Oh? Are you going to stop me?” he asks, not mocking, but curious. Lilac freezes, unsure of the correct answer when Miss Witch huffs behind her.

“Price,” she intones. The fae raises his hands in surrender, chuckling as he once again steps around Lilac. The girl spins, terrified for her mentor. She knows Miss Witch is heavily warded, that’s just what generational magic does, but Price feels strong. Maybe even stronger than Miss Witch, although magic does what it does, so she might be stronger?

“Lilac,” Miss Witch calls, pulling Lilac from her panicked thoughts. She’s sitting on the bench while Price still stands, looking over his shoulder in amusement, “Go put the herbs back for me please. Then, you can copy down more of those minor spells.” Lilac hesitates, but ultimately, she nods and scurries back into the house, glancing over her shoulder worriedly to the garden.

Cleaning up the herbs takes a minute of squinting at Miss Witch’s handwriting and comparing it to the notes she’s made on the spare notebook Lilac brought. It takes almost ten minutes, but she’s confident at her accuracy. Another forty minutes is taken up by carefully writing out the most basic of spells in various colored pens. Miss Witch mentioned one of her accomplices likes using multiple colors for notes and wanted to see if it would help Lilac concentrate. It worked and now, her grimoire is currently being cleansed of all the black ink that barely meant anything, and they’re waiting for a proper quill and ink set that will copy the multi-colored system that helps Lilac keep her thoughts in order. Beaming at her steady progress, Lilac stands up from her seat and scurries over to the door to the garden, opening her mouth to ask Miss Witch to look over her work, only to stop.

Price is laying on the bench, his head in Miss Witch’s lap, and a soft look on his face as he stares up at her. Miss Witch is humming a song Lilac swears she knows, her fingers combing through the fae’s hair softly, her expression just as soft.

“Y’know, Soap’ll pout when I tell ‘im how nice you are t’ the little witch. Especially when y’re so mean t’ ‘im,” the fae rumbles. Miss Witch scoffs, going so far to tap his nose as they smile at each other.

“Soap’s a grown fae, Lilac is a child. They are completely different, and you know that,” Miss Witch reminds him with a smile, teasing. Price chuckles, his eyes fluttering closed when Miss Witch bends down enough to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Doesn’t mean ‘e won’t bitch,” the fae reiterates before silence surrounds the couple once again. Lilac can’t help but stare, awe and confusion mixing together.

Witches and fae don’t mix, one of the biggest rules Granny beat into Racheal. No witch worth their salt would ever allow a fae into their home, their sanctuary, willingly. But, here they are, Miss Witch completely at ease while Price does nothing more than tease her. No threats of violence, no attempts at violence. It’s a strange thing to witness, after being told and shown reasons that they can’t interact.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the front door startles Lilac from her staring. She slowly turns to the door, blinking in confusion. She’s been here for a few days already, but Miss Witch always knows when customers are coming. Lilac’s never heard a knock at the door and she doesn’t know what to do. Another knock sounds out, low on the door but insistent. Suddenly, Miss Witch strides past Lilac, a fond smile and shake of her head while Price follows with a frown.

“Hello there,” Miss Witch says upon opening the door, “You really need to stop doing this, sweetie. Your mom is going to be worried.”

“And Russ’s gonna be a pain in the ass,” Price grumbles beside Lilac.

“Russ?” she asks, only to jump and squeak when a little changeling wraps their arms around her legs, looking up at her curiously.

“Who?” the little one asks, their voice taking on Miss Witch’s and Price’s and maybe a few other people. Lilac blinks, before slowly raising her head. Miss Witch winces at the sound of so many voices at once, but she smiles.

“She’s my trainee,” Miss Witch explains patiently, “Her name is Lilac.” The changeling hums and chitters like a chipmunk, a smile crossing their face that make’s their cheeks appear chubbier. Lilac smiles back nervously, only for her nerves to be soothed when the child lets go of her legs to grab her hand. They ramble about decay and how it affects objects differently, from leaves turning from green to black, and a squirrel’s body caved in on itself before some birds got to it. It’s interesting, how passionate the kid is about their topic.

“D-do you want t’ read a b-book?” Lilac asks, smiling when the child looks up at her excitedly. They nod and point at a book Miss Witch had told Lilac was about a dog’s life. Taking the book gently from the shelf, Lilac sits on the ground and jolts in surprise as the child climbs into her lap, forcing her to wrap her arms around the kid and rest her chin on their head to read.

They get through two chapters when a man appears with a dog. Lilac looks up and tightens her hold on the changeling fearfully. He’s a tall fae, one that makes promises and demands rewards. One that can stack any deal in his favor.

“I’d appreciate if you’d let my kid go,” he drawls, the German Shepard beside him giving Lilac a warning growl. Swallowing and shying back, she glances down at the changeling worriedly, unsure as to the older fae’s plan for the little one. The fae’s face shifts, from a fake neutral expression to something softer, almost like comfort.

“I’m not gonna hurt him. I need to take him back to his momma,” the fae explains. The changeling on Lilac’s lap beams up at her and nods. Lilac swallows again, before nodding and releasing her hold. The changeling scrambles over to the man, giggling happily as they’re scooped up.

“Alright, you monster,” the fae teases, “Say bye to your new friend.”

“Bye-bye!” the changeling chirps, birdsong weaving through their voice. Lilac relaxes a bit and waves in return, watching as the fae says something to Miss Witch, only for her to scowl at him and Price to narrow his eyes. Quickly, he, his dog, and the changeling leave the cottage, as if this is a normal occasion.

“Is th-this normal?” Lilac asks.

“About every other week,” Miss Witch sighs, rubbing at her temples, “Keegan is a pain, but he’s fairly harmless. Especially around his kid. Just be careful if you see him on the street without his kid or partner.”

“You have trouble with him?” Price asks her, his head snapping to look at her in concern and an almost righteous fury. Miss Witch waves it away.

“No, more like he enjoys getting a rise out of people,” she explains with a sigh. Lilac swears she hears Price mutter about sounding right, but she’s more concerned with her teacher’s frown.

“U-um,” Lilac stutters, “D-do you want t-to have your t-tea out in th-the garden? I-I-I can make it!” Miss Witch blinks at the offer before smiling, patting Lilac’s head.

“Yes, please,” she agrees, turning to her garden and heading out. Lilac feels warm from Miss Witch’s kindness, unable to help but touch where the woman’s hand had patted.

“You’re a pretty good kid,” Price says, startling Lilac from enjoying her warmth. Looking up, a sudden chill runs down her spine at the cold blue that stares down at her. He leans close and warns with smoke curling from his maw, “Don’t do anything too stupid. You hurt her, you can disappear. Clear?” Lilac nods, mute in terror as examples of her ‘disappearance’ form from his smoke. He leans back and suddenly, he’s Price, the strange fae who likes Miss Witch again. He pats her shoulder and saunters out to the garden.

Lilac fixes up the tea and pours out a mug of wine that Miss Witch does every time she goes into the garden, her mind spinning at the whiplash of this past few hours. Especially Price’s threat. Did she do something to upset him? Did she seem like a threat? Carrying the drinks out, Lilac notices that Price is now on the other side of the gate, almost pouting as Miss Witch scowls at him.

“U-um,” she starts, only to tense when Miss Witch snatches up the mug of wine and slams it on the wall.

“Finish that, then on your way,” she snaps.

“I only did that for your protection,” he says, like a reminder or an explanation.

“Just because it was in good intentions doesn’t excuse you for basically threatening my trainee!” she snaps. Price huffs and takes a long drink from his mug, averting his eyes. Miss Witch sighs and turns to a confused Lilac.

“Sorry about the overprotective idiot,” Miss Witch apologizes.

“O-oh, no! I-i-it’s okay!” Lilac tries to assure her, “I m-must’ve done something wrong! I-I can’t do m-m-much right, s-so it’s fine.” Miss Witch gets that pinched look on her face, the same look she gets when Lilac mentions things Granny yelled at her. From the corner of her eye, Price grimaces, putting down his mug.

“No, little witch. Keegan just riled me up and you were an easy target,” Price explains with a sigh, setting his mug down. Lilac blinks at that declaration while Miss Witch sighs. The woman gently scolds the fae while Lilac mulls his words over. Is she an easy target? She’s never been told that, so she’s not sure. Maybe it’s something that will make sense when she’s older.

#my work #captain john price #Witch #keegan p russ #Ainsley the Changeling #Racheal Lilac #Price x Witch #Riley the Dog #TW: implied child abuse #It's in the past but still

[frogchiro]

gentle bites and kisses on the womb tattoo i’m

Forest witch!Reader who can't do shit around the rowdy pack of werewolves :((

They would always be around you, whether in wolf or human forms and while it's not a technically bad thing in itself, the problems are Soap and Gaz :((

While Price and Simon are much bigger sure, and have a lot more strength but they are older, mature and not as clingy as their young packmates :((

Soap and Gaz who follow you around all the time while you gather herbs or berries, mushrooms and such, always next to you, but their favorite activity is to nose around your lower belly where your precious womb tattoo is :((

They liie to lick and kiss it, the occassional gentle nip to the delicate skin sometimes results in them getting snarled at by Simon and Price when they get too excited and bite a bit too hard but you don't blame your boys since they didn't do anything.

If they're in their wolf forms they love to drape thwmselves around you and nose and dilligently lick at your lower tummy in hopes of sniffing out a tiny change in your scent that would signal you being pregnant with their babies :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #forest witch!reader #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader

[witchthewriter]

Y/N: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Gaz: I think you mean cards. *Y/N, pulling knives out of their sleeves* Y/N: No, I do not.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect cod quotes #incorrect call of duty quotes #witchthewriter #headcanons #witch the writer's incorrect quotes #call of duty #gaz x y/n #gaz x reader #witch the writer's headcanons #cod #cod mw2 #cod 141 #cod ghost #cod gaz #cod ghost x reader #cod headcanons #cod konig #cod meme #cod modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw2 x reader #cod preferences #cod price #cod simon riley #cod soap #cod x reader #poly cod #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Only Yours

Witch/Demon AU: Price

Pairing: demon!Captain John Price x witch!reader

Warnings: suggestive mdni (18+), teasing, marking/scent, posessive!price, monsterfucking?, afab!reader

The air is hot.

Your house always ran a little warmer when he was around even during the summer months. Usually it was bearable, never enough to make you warm to where you need to change your clothes or to turn on a fan, and you always know that he's around when you get that cozy feeling.

Except this time it wasn't cozy.

Sweat pooled at your hairline and ran down you neck. You were stripped down to just a tank top and shorts because no matter how much you turn up the AC or try to cool yourself down with the countless spells you know, nothing was working. You wanted to take a shower, to get some sort of relief from the heat inside of your house but you couldn't move from your spot in between the counter in the kitchen and the demon who pressed you up against it.

Smoke curled around you, filling your nose with the bitter smell of cigar and ash that would stick to your clothes, your hair, and even your skin weeks after he would be gone.

Just as he wants it to.

Claws, dangerous and sharp drag gently across your burning skin which caused a shiver to run up your spine. His hands are so much bigger than yours and you feel him run them up your arms before one gently cups your breast through the thin tank top, your bra completely discarded because you were just so hot.

You whine as he massages his fingertips into the plump flesh, careful of his claws as he gently pulls at your nipple.

His other hand runs down to your hip, the tips of his claws peaking through the waist band of your shorts as he pushes you back against him more. He rolls your hips for you, having you grind against his hard cock which makes you clench around nothing as you imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of you.

You imagine the way he'd push into you, splitting you open while he would thrust deep inside of you that you'd see stars. The tip of his cock would hit every part of you that'd have you shaking, crying out for him to keep going and he would, he wouldn't think to stop until you couldn't stand on your own anymore and even then he might just keep going.

You're aching for him, desperate for a release after being teased for so long. Your panties are soaked through from your slick and from the amount of sweat that's on your body you're sure all he would have to do is just slide in.

His lips press against the back of your neck and you gasp when you feel the bristles of his beard tickle you. Your stomach flips as he starts to trail slow, hot kisses behind your ear, stopping to suck a mark there as he continues to press himself against you.

He pinches your nipple, sending a jolt through you and you moan, becoming dizzy from the heat, the smoke, and the feeling of his tongue running against your pulse as he places more kisses across your neck.

"Price..." You're breathless as you grip the edge of the counter tightly when his hand moves into your shorts.

You can't see him, can't turn your head to kiss him on the lips, but you know he looks beastly. Horns and glowing yellow eyes full of desire, lust, need stare at you. A sinful, demonic presence that demands your attention, demands your claim and you'll gladly give it to him as he teases your entrance with his dangerous hands that treat you like you're priceless china.

Price presses a finger past your slit, gathering up your slick as you writhe beneath him while he continues to assault your neck with open mouthed kisses. He teases your entrance, purposefully moves his fingers around your puffy clit to make you whine for him.

"You're all mine, you know that?" He whispers in your ear as he moves his other hand on top of yours, threading his fingers through yours. "My little witch, all for me."

All you can do is nod and squeeze his fingers as you wait for him to finally give you what you need and for him to take what he wants.

Tags: @coleishere

A/N: this au is in my mind often hope you enjoy there will be more to come

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[ethereal-night-fairy]

Between Fire and Ice

Witch x Rún X Price

You try making a fatigue potion, only for it to go very wrong...very very wrong.

This was inspired by this post by @ghouljams and since then I've been having brain rot. So enjoy this 5k not so short short fic of majority smut. I'll likely make a part two but no promises. Thanks to @ghouljams for their encouragement of my brain rot. I blame you for my Witch smut hyperfixation. Now you'll have to deal with me writing unhinged fics about her - xoxo 💋

Rún is a reader insert

This isn't canon

Warnings: MDNI, accidental self-drugging, aphrodisiac smut, degradation, oral sex (Witch and Price receiving mainly Witch though), vaginal sex, p in v sex (Witch), creamie, dry humping, orgasm denial, breeding kink, hair pulling, rough treatment, little bit of cum play, spitting, choking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Price being mean and withholding orgasms, extensive teasing, fluff, lighthearted bickering, sorry if I missed any.

Part 2

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Words: 5k

Your ears were buzzing, well not quite buzzing but something very similar. You could hear the blood rushing to your ears making hearing your own thoughts difficult. Trying to ground your mind was proving to be very taxing in this situation despite your best attempts at staying present. Your pounding heart definitely wasn't helping your predicament either. You try to focus on things to distract yourself like trying to identify oddities on Witch's shelf. But the smell of your dripping cunt was starting to overpower you're senses, causing your mind to go a blank.

You sit on her sofa with a towel underneath your skirt. It was just a precaution. You didn't want to stain it with your… your cum. You really shouldn't have tried making your own potion to cure tiredness, but you had seen Witch do it so many times that you thought you could pull it off without having to constantly bother her anymore. That definitely didn't go to plan. It seems you only ever make more trouble for her.

She walks back into the living room causing your blood to rush to your cheeks and ears again. You didn't know how to look at her anymore. Who would have known your potion would turn into an aphrodisiac. At least she was very understanding of the situation, even going as far as to offer you her guest room so you could "relieve" some tension as she goes about making an antidote. But you couldn't bring yourself to agree. The situation was as embarrassing as it is. You've been suffering here with heated skin and trembling legs for the past thirty minutes and the ache was just getting worse. You couldn't let her know that her proximity to you was causing spikes in your heart pounding. Sweat drips down your forehead as you watch her cipher through her books to find something.

“What were you thinking of when making the potion?”, Witch holds up the half empty bottle examining it in the light. The colour shifts from a deep magenta to a blood red.

“The cause of my sleepless nights….”, you don't need to elaborate. She understands what you mean.

“It's probably the reason the potion turned into an aphrodisiac. How are you holding up, do you want me to get you some cold water?” She looks at you with concern. You've been restless since you arrived. Your sweaty skin wasn't helping you look any better. It looked like you were going through a bad fever. She walks over and places her hand on your forehead. She radiates such warmth, making things even more difficult for you. You inhale her wildflower and rose scent. Breathing in the literal definition of summer air. There's a sweet after smell making your mouth water in need. You'd give anything to attach your mouth to her sweet honey tasting skin.

She brushes your hair away from your sweaty forehead trying to get you to focus on what she was asking you. You know she was probably checking for a fever but her soft hands were making the ache so much worse. Yet you wanted to be greedy and let her hands stay on your body for as long as possible. Even though you knew it'd cause you so much pain when she removes it. You wanted to feel them in other places. Wanted her to caress your body as she undresses you. Wanted to know how her meticulous hands would pay attention to all your curves and soft dips. How she'd play with your sensitive nipples. You snap out of thoughts when the front door abruptly opens. Price's voice rings out from the hallway before he enters the living room. He seems confused but you're too far gone to listen to more than one person at a time.

The second Witch removes her hand to turn towards him, your body feels like it's engulfed in flames. Like every nerve endings was lit like a sparkler refusing to be put out. Your mind goes blank as you squeeze your thighs together with all your might. You could feel your slick soaking your panties and skirt. If you tried standing up right now it'd probably run down your thighs ruining your stockings. Instead you clutch the sofa for dear life as you try your best to breathe through this. In…out…in…out…1…2…1…2… you shut off your mind and just focus on your breathing. You don't care about what Witch and Price are talking about. You'd prefer not having to listen to Price at all. For some reason in this state he was pissing you off even more than usual even if he wasn't actually saying anything to you. You were probably upset that he took Witch's attention from you but it's whatever.

“Rún?... Rún?...” Witch waves a hand in front of your eyes but you seem dazed. You glance at her but words don't leave your mouth. “This isn't good…Price keep an eye on her while I try to finish up the antidote”, She leaves for the kitchen before he can say much. He wasn't expecting to deal with this today. He smelled sex the second he had walked in yet it wasn't the smell of his Witch. You smelled of fresh flowers budding from winter snow, the smell of fruit just starting to bloom on trees. The smell of freshly baked goods when walking down the street, mostly sweet like vanilla or caramel.

You poor thing, accidentally making an aphrodisiac. You were that pent up huh? You needed to get dicked down, needed your pussy played with experienced hands. Maybe he could call Soap to come help you. But your friendship was only just budding. So that wasn't going to work. Also he doubted Witch would let him into her home either.

It would have been interesting walking in on Witch playing with your pussy. But that was expecting too much from her. Even after the shop incident he didn't think she believed you were sexually interested in her. Price walks over to where you sat so he can crouch down to eye level. When he does this you come out of your daze and look around before fixing him with a glare. He watches you clutch onto the sofa for dear life.

“Need some help hun?”, You glare at him before shaking your head not trusting yourself to talk anymore. Price chuckled as he made himself comfortable on the opposite end of the sofa. He shouldn't have expected a different answer. You always had your walls up high. He has never seen you in such a horny state before. You poor thing, you looked like you were in a lot of pain. It would be fun teasing you though. He doubts he'd be given another opportunity like this.

“What were you thinking about then? Was it Witch? Was it her tight little cunt you were dreaming about devouring?..Hmm?....Not going to answer me are you? Did you like imagining her playing with your little pussy.”, Price watches you squirm in place at his words as you glare at him. But he doesn't stop there; he keeps going until you have tears threatening your waterline. Oh how fun it was to watch you squirm. The living room was filled with the smell of your wet pussy. It smelled good enough to devour. He's surprised Witch didn't react to it. Probably too busy trying to help you neutralize whatever it is you drank. He keeps teasing you and teasing you until you finally break. You let out a pathetic sob from your trembling lips, while tears fell from your eyes. The sudden noise causes Witch to hurry back into the living room with urgency.

“Price! I said to keep an eye on her! Not make her cry!”, she reprimds him, clearly annoyed by his behaviour.

“I was just helping her sort through her feelings, it's not my fault she's in denial..”, Witch comes over to soothe you by petting your hair and face while you cry it out but her touch just causes you to squirm more. In the two minutes she's comforting you, smoke starts filing in from the kitchen causing everyone to direct their attention to new problem that arose.

“Oh fuck!”, the candles in the room light up as she runs to the kitchen to check on the potion with Price following closely behind to help. You knew the potion was ruined before she even said anything. The world had it out for you today it seems.

Witch immediately begins on a new one while Price promises to keep quiet for now. Twenty minutes go by and you feel like your about to pass out from dehydration. The thoughts Price put in your head were swirling and driving you absolutely insane. He painted very erotic visuals of Witch for you that you can't get out of your head. All you wanted to do was quench your thirst by attaching your mouth to Witch's cunt. Allow her sweet nectar to dissipate the ache between your legs. The breathing technique you were using wasn't helping anymore. So you had to resort to more of a drastic measure to stay somewhat sane. You hide your left arm away from Price's view, not that he was paying attention anymore. The bastard got his fill of tormenting you today it seems. He was now sitting quietly reading a book not acknowledging you anymore.

You begin to lightly claw at your arm. Not trying to draw blood just enough for the pain to distract you. It was better than feeling like your whole body was going to explode if you didn't get to cum. You claw and claw until pain is all your feelings. You don't know when or how but you begin to draw blood without realising it, too much in a fixated state to care or notice. It's only when Price has your arms in a tight hold do you realise what you're doing. He seems annoyed. You try your best to escape only for him to snap his fingers and have your arms restrained.

“Stop! I need to check if you did too much damage!”, Again Witch hears the commotion only to storm in to find Rún tied up tightly with one arm bleeding. Immediately they both spring into action Price gets some water to clean the wounds and Witch gets salve and bandages. She coos at you as you cry telling you it wasn't your fault and that she's sorry for taking so long. By the time they realise that the potion is left unattended again it's too late. You're still tied up so you won't hurt yourself again as Price tries to comfort Witch about the second burnt potion.

“You don't understand I'm out of a key ingredient and all shops are closed on Sunday” Witch sits with her head in her hands. “How am I supposed to help her now?”, Witch looks at you with pity. You squirm and cry in your restraints trying to escape the burn of the rope against your skin. The feeling was too overwhelming and you wanted out.

“I have a couple ideas….”, Witch looks at Price confused as to what he was suggesting.

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You don't how things ended up like this but you weren't exactly complaining.. apart from your bound hands that is. Striped bare with only your cum stained stockings on you sat prettily on your knees in front of the sofa where Price had Witch sat on his lap. She looked embarrassed and flushed as her legs were held open for you to see her panty clad pussy. There was a wet spot developing. Price had a smug look on his face as he was the one who had situated you on your knees for Witch. If you were in your right mind you wouldn't have let him strip you. And you would have felt guilty for forcing Witch into this position but right now all you could think about was drinking her sweet juices from her cunt. You wait for permission constantly looking into her eyes then back to her pussy.

“Look at how pretty she looks on her knees for you luv. And you thought I was joking when I said she wanted to eat you out. Look at her panting like a bitch in heat begging to quench her thirst with your cum”, Witch moans at his words while you whimper for being degraded. It made you want to cry but you wanted your mouth on her pussy more. You watch Witch stutter through her words not making much sense as you watch Price move her clothed cunt over his bulge causing her to whine.

“You should offer her a drink as a good host, look at how parched she is.”

“I-I’ll get some w-wat-”, Price deliveries a mean slap to her clit making her yelp and causing her to forget all her thoughts.

“Why bother with water when there's a tap right here”, he emphasizes his words through a couple more slaps to her clit which are followed by jolts from Witch. “Get closer Rún”, You hesitate at his words, your eyes flickering to Witch's as a way of asking for her permission.

“P-price we're supposed to be helping her..”, Price removes his hand from between her legs and brings it to her throat giving it a generous squeeze. “We are helping her”, Price growls in her ear. He knew for a fact that Witch was extremely turned on by this situation, she just didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the friendship. If only she knew the feelings were mutual on your end too.

“Are you really going to deny her in her sorry state? She's even tied up, unable to finger herself because she might try to hurt herself again. Look at her luv.. She's so pathetic.. Show her some mercy”, you feel angry tears whelm up in your tear at his words… no you weren't pathetic… you weren't…you could endure this a while longer..couldn't you?

Your teary eyes move to Witch who was also sexually frustrated by Price's teasing, probably not as much as you though. She looks at you with a conflicted expression. You didn't know what to make out of it. She didn't want you, did she? Despite how badly you wanted her you'd hate to force her to do anything she didn't want to. So you ignore Price's order to come closer and instead move further back as tears slipped down your eyes. You hang your head in shame. You're such a nuisance.

“Oh poor thing got rejected…”, Price mocks while continuing to hold Witch tightly over his hardening cock.

“No that's no-..I-I mean I don-... I just…I don't want to ruin our friendship…it's not because I don't like the idea..”, Witch stutters out. She escapes Price's hold with ease as she knees beside you wiping your tears. Having her hands cradle your face wasn't helping soothe you at all; it just made your skin burn with need causing you to grind your cunt on the wooden floor for friction as Price watches you with amusement. While Witch tries to soothe your hurt feelings, your skin felt electric where she touched you and despite the growing pain of being denied release you wanted to keep yourself close to her.

You're practically panting at this point so Price decides to step in to help everyone. He gathers Witch back into his lap with a yelp as he goes to spread her soft thighs again. Her panties are practically soaked, exuding her sweet scent. You're transfixed on the spot waiting for permission to approach, mouth becoming dry with lust. You turn your teary eyes to Witch waiting, pleading for her approval to come closer.

Finally you see her let go of her worries and match your look of desperation as she gives you a shaky nod. You waste no time in scooting over rubbing your face against her inner thighs as she lets out shaking moans.

In your excitement you bump your nose against her clit, resulting in her shivering in Price's hold. You watch Price bring his lips to her ears as he begins whispering to her, his big hand tight around her throat as he forces her eyes to stay on what you're doing. You pepper her inner skin with plenty of kisses, your own need on the back burner for now. You've been desiring this for so long, that this moment didn't feel real. This moment never seemed attainable to you. And all it took was a potion mishap.

The first taste of her sweet flesh entered your mouth as you lap at the skin sucking hickies on the sensitive area. Both of your groans ring out throughout the room making you redouble your efforts before finally attaching your mouth to her wet panties. You lick at the clothing, desperately trying to feel her heat through the fabric. Inhaling the scent of her dripping cunt greedily.

It was hard enough doing this with hands tied but it was harder when Price started using names to degrade you as you lapped at her wet panties. He made sure you knew you were pleasuring his Witch, which just made you glare at him, not that he cared he continued to call you mean names. ‘Cumdrunk whore’ ‘Nasty little slut’ and ‘Pathetic slag’ were among the names he started calling you.

It fucked with your brain and made you lose your rhythm, and you think that what Price wanted. Because the third time Witch had let out a needy whine after you failed to make her cum Price's hand had already snaked his way in your hair creating a tight fist. He pulls your head back causing both you and Witch to groan out infrustration. He pulls her panties aside before shoving your face deeper into her cunt. You couldn't even be mad because you finally get your tongue in which causes her to writhe and squeal in Price's lap

“Do your job properly slag or you won't be cuming today." He groans out bucking his hips into Witch's ass while maintaining his hold on your hair.

“P-price don't be so m-mean…we're supposed to be…helping her”, Witch can't seem to get a complete sentence out of her mouth without whimpering in between. You suck and flatten your tongue against her her swollen needy clit. Doing your best to bring her to the edge. It would have been much easier if you could use your hands but the bindings were painfully tight against your wrist. Price really outdone himself. You try pulling and tugging at them but they just rub your skin raw. The bandages were becoming itchy too, due to you sweating so much. The sweat ran down stinging the claw marks you left. Though it was a nice distraction from Price's mean words.

You work her clit with rough and soft licks before drilling your tongue into her leaking pussy. You gulp down her sweet nectar like it's the source of all life. Like it was the fountain of youth. Like it was an elixir that would grant you immortality. You feel her walls beginning to clench and flutter as your tongue goes in and out of her. You start using your nose to bump her clit from time to time watching her shake and shudder from what you were doing. She was close, you knew she was close and all you wanted to do was feel her tight cunt flood your mouth with her cum. Make her soak your face in her release as she drowns you in her scent, marks you with her flavour.

One more bump of your nose and you'd achieve your goal, you could feel the pride swelling in your chest as you think about making Witch cum on your tongue alone. But of course like everything else nothing was going your way today. Price's fist tightens, causing the back of your head to burn with pain. He yanks your mouth off Witch a second before you're about to make her come. Immediately Witch let's out a heartbreaking hiccup. And all you could do was watch on with teary frustrated eyes. Fucking Prick. He's such a dick for taking this away from you.

“No no…please no..Price…please.”, You watch Witch plead with Price to let you make her cum but he just shushes her.

“It's ok.. it's ok.. she'll just have to make you come while my cock is inside you luvie. It's unfair if it's only you two having fun. Especially when I'm the one doing so much of the work.”

You watch Witch beg him for release as he coos and shushes her. She goes limp in his arms. He uses his other hand to unbutton his slacks as he fishes out his large veining cock. The one that you've been ignoring completely in favour of Witch's cunt despite it being directly below her.

Within seconds he's forcing you to watch him bully his fat cock head into her tight hole. It causes her stomach to bulge with his shape as you whimper and whine at the sight. Only getting a glimpse of his angry leaking head before it disappears into her tight little hole with one hard thrust. Within seconds he's stretching her spasming walls over his veiny rod. Stupid asshole. You whine and whimper even more as he begins fucking her in earnest despite having one hand still tightly gripping your hair. You try batting your teary eyes at Witch to get Price to loosen his grip so you could back to pleasuring her. But all she could do was lightly tap the arm holding you but the grip stayed.

“If you want something you ask for it like a good girl Rún..I'm in charge here”, Price makes eye contact with you as he continues hammering his hips up against Witch's dripping cunt while she continues to moan. Her clit was particularly swollen with no one to pay attention to it since your hands were tied. His blue eyes pierced into yours causing you to shudder with need. You wanted to cry out of frustration for not being allowed to participate despite it being you who drank the aphrodisiac. Why was he trying to be nice now? He's been degrading you the second you mouth touched Witch. Was it because you didn't follow his orders? Was it because you touched Lio without getting his permission? Or was it because you solely paid attention to her while you were ignoring him out of anger?

You watch Witch with hunger as she gets her insides rearranged with a fat girthy cock drilling into her without mercy. A strange sense of jealousy fills you. Not only because it wasn't you making Witch a babbling mess but also because your insides felt so empty. Your pussy was making a puddles on the ground below you. You hadn't realised how badly you were trying to ignore it until now. It made you rock your hips harder to gain some friction on the floor. Which didn't go unnoticed to Price. You watch his expression soften while he continues to use one hand on Witch to make her grind on his cock, forcing her to slow down when she was close to cuming. You tear up at the sight of them fucking without you, which makes Price look at you with pity.

“What is it sweet girl? What do you need?”, Price coos at you. Witch is too far gone to say anything but she does look down at you apologetically for not being able to help. Your eyes go back and forth from her eyes and Price's then back to where Price cock is buried deep within her. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed something, anything to lessen the feeling that was ever present in your drooling cunt.

“Want..want.. to make Witch cum…please”, you whisper out in desperation. You wanted to cum too but you weren't going to ask for that. They shouldn't have to deal with your problems so pleasing Witch was enough.

“That's it? That's all our pretty girl wants?”, you hesitate before nodding your head as much as you can with Price gripping it. Price looks at you with such pity it makes you want to hide somewhere. Away from his prying eyes. Away from his piercing gaze. He was so in tune with everything around him, it made you feel uneasy. Like you were a pawn in a game only he knew how to play. Like knew exactly what to do to get you begging for him prettily. You feel him loosen and let go of his grip around your hair. He caresses your head softly as he grabs a cushion to throw it between your legs. Where your glistening pussy was on display for them. How needy and desperate it looked, as it dripped your cum onto the floor and now the cushion.

“You can help Witch cum if you grind on that while doing it…understand?”, he removes his hand completely from you as you watch his hands trail over Witch's body only for him to rip open the bodice of her dress as she whines further. You watch her beautiful supple breasts spill out. You watch Price give them a generous squeeze as he palms them into his large hands. You watch transfixed her breast bouncing with every thrust from Price's cock. But before you can scoot yourself closer Price's voice rings out.

“You didn't answer Rún…Do you want to be punished?”, you shake your head in fear of being denied the pleasure you sought. “Will you obey orders then?”, Price's thrusts don't falter for a second as continues his conversation with you. You give a final glance to Witch's disheveled state, you make up your mind convinced you would die if you didn't get your mouth on her again.

“Y-yes sir…”, you scoot closer and this time he doesn't stop you but he does have a gentle smile on his face as your mouth finds Witch's clit again. She flinches the second you mouth it on her, her hands finding themselves tightly wound in your hair as she bucks her hips against you. Your mouth fills with the essence of Witch again only this time Price's musk is mixed in too. The combination causing your mind to short circuit, turning your brain to mush. You can't help but lower your hips to the cushion to grind against it though a bit clumsily. You aren't really sure what you're doing but it feels good to have your mouth on Witch again while stimulating your clit feels even better.

Price watches you with fondness as you lap at where Him and Witch are connected, making sure to dip down to lick and suck his full balls while you're at it. You let your mouth lick from the bottom of his balls to the top of Witch's clit making sure to give them equal attention as you move your hips clumsily against the cushion.

It was tough going to get here but it was all worth it for Price. Price feels your hot tongue lapping at Witch's clit, making her buck and press down harder on her engorged cock. He felt his swollen head kiss her cervix as she let out a series of ‘please’, ‘more’ and ‘fuck’. He made sure her breasts were getting ample attention, knowing she was close to cumming any second now. He redoubles his thrust making sure the slap of their skin meeting was evident for everyone to hear. She was clutching him like was wanted to be bred, like she wanted her stomach swollen with his kids. And that's exactly what he whispers as his hands find themselves around her throat again as she pleads for his cum. You also redouble your efforts seeing that Witch's movements were becoming sloppy as her legs began to shake. You watch through hooded eyes as Price forces every inch of his fat cock inside with a brutal thrust causing Witch to yelp in need. She twitches from her orgasm after one final hard suck to her swollen needy clit sends her and Price over the edge.

You watch them shudder from release as cum floods around Price's cock while you eagerly lap it up like a dog starved. Making sure every drop lands on your tongue.

"Keep it in you mouth until I tell you to swallow", you let it sit there savouring it's taste at Price's command. Once the cum gathers you open your mouth obediently to show Witch and Price at his request.

"Open wider for us hun, we want to see properly", you do as he says showing them your coated tongue for their amusment. He looks at you proudly when you obey while Witch looks like she's about to cum on the spot again. Price crouches down a little, taking your jaw in his calloused hand to spit in your mouth while Witch watches.

"Swallow", you do so immediately showing your clean tongue after you've savoured the taste in your mouth. Witch lets out a breathy moan at your obedience. Your still cum drunk though and craving more, so you try satiating yourself by kissing where Price and Witch are still connected.

After a while Witch's whines softly unable to take the added stimulation of you kissing where her and Price are connected, forcing Price grab your head softly to move you away. You take the hint and move back, eyes hooded with lust as you gaze upto Witch's soft body limp in Price's arms while licking the residual cum of your lips.

Price pulls out with a hiss the squelch of the cum dripping from her was very evident. You wanted to lick her clean. But you doubted she could take any more simulation right now. Her pussy must be sore after such a hard fucking. Price gently moves her to sit on the sofa as you rest your head beside where she is. Your nose nuzzling against her hand for comfort as she smiles at you exhausted while brushing your hair out of your face. You stay resting as you lick your lips and try to get your breathing under control. Your body still felt way too hot and way too cold at times. The knot in your abdomen still felt sore and tightly wound since you hadn't come but having the chance to pleasure Witch was far more rewarding than any orgasm.

Without warning your binds disappear releasing the tension in your sore shoulders and arms as Price grabs your body to place on the couch between them. He wraps a blanket around you three making sure everyone was situated comfortably. You're sandwiched in their hold as Witch moves herself to lay her head on your shoulder. As she gently runs her hands across your marked wrists and arm. The affection is sweet and you absolutely love it when Witch shows it to you. But your mind was occupied by the guilt seeping in. For being so needy. For forcing this situation on them. For being a nuisance. You try moving away so they can cuddle together but Price holds you down making your cunt clench even harder reminding of your ongoing predicament.

“Don't run away Rún we still need to take care of you..You deserve a reward for being so patient”, Witch says while meeting your eyes and all you could see was love and care which just made your heart ache. You didn't deserve it.

“Oh no.. that's ok..I'm ok..you don-”, your words are cut off my Witch kissing your cheeks as she holds your body closer to hers making sure you feel her warmth.

“Do as you told Rún…we'll take care of you in a bit..just let me clean Witch up and we'll make you feel good too. Good girls like you deserve at least that much”, You're speechless at his words and you don't know what to say. His behaviour is so different from how it had started. He was being so much sweeter than before, so much so that it was becoming hard to hate him. Watching them look at you with so much adoration was making your heart flutter and your eyes water. So you just end up just burying your face into Witch's chest to hide yourself as they hold you close to them. There was a new sensation developing in your heart...you didn't know what to make of it....

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[mausinly]

1fae1 au and oc belong to @ghouljams sorry for haunting your inbox btw

Price runs cold, it comes with being in the court of winter. He isn't corpse freezing, though he definitely can be if he so pleases. Rather, he feels cool. Cool like a gust of wind or soft rain under the power of the unforgiving sun, cool like a shower after a long day of work, washing away the tension in your muscles and the worry of your brow.

Like the bastard that he is, it never fails to amuse him when his cold hands make his little witch yelp and swat at him. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he drags his fingers over her skin, delighting in the goosebumps that are left in their wake. His hands slip under the fabric of whatever pretty dress she has on that day, and he chuckles low and deep when she shivers but makes no effort to push him away.

His witch runs hot. Everything she touches is warm, like a long embrace. Every potion she crafts goes down like the thickest liquor, every charm like a freshly dried blanket over your shoulders.

Everything except for him.

A chill sweeps through her little cottage when he breaks through the threshold, despite the warm lamps and candles and the fire raging under her cauldron that make her home feel like a furnace. She can always feel him coming. Like seeing dark clouds in the distance yet neglecting to find shelter before the storm comes.

He knows exactly why his witch burns like the sun, blood running with all the warmth of a summer fae. Even so, he marvels at how human she feels under his palms. Her every curve and dip so smooth and lush. She hums so sweetly when he drags his thumbs over her cheeks, dousing the blazing skin.

He can nearly feel the steam billowing into the air when his lips meet hers. Their bodies lay entangled in the thick sheets and covers of her bed, and he can feel the warmth buzzing just above his skin. He watches her, taking in the serenity of her expression. The tension in her muscles and the worry of her brow have long since washed away. He watches her and startles himself with the suffocating feeling in his chest. Like a dam breaking, her searing touch sinks into his bones and he takes a breath like his head has been under water for centuries.

For the first time, the devil's heart aches.

#maus writes #this is shorter than i wanted it to be but idk blurb style works for me #and i have like 3 full oneshots in my wips so womp womp #1fae1 #john price x oc #john price x reader #fae!price #uhhhh idk what else to tag #cod #call of duty #? #anyway live laugh love witch

[bubuslutty]

NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING WITH THAT BOMB AHH WITCH READER FIC 😭💗💗💗

I CAN SEE IT NOW

John itching to help her cook, despite her telling him she's fine as she makes her finest dinner for their adult kids—ahem, most trusted men's arrival?? Mama may be a witch but her motherly senses be tingling and it says THESE MEN HAS NOT HAD A PROPER MEAL, JOHN. 😭

And a certain point where she finally stops for a bit to let the stew she's cooking do its magic, John immediately jumps to the opportunity to give his beloved the most absolute, cheesy and tooth-rotting kiss. I mean, straight up wedding-dip his sweetheart as if a priest had just said 'you may now kiss the bride' 🥲💗

ughshddjhd your mind is amazing 💞💕💖

I'm actually so happy you enjoyed it!! I've got so many ideas for that little universe 😫

your thoughts always make me so so happy so Thank you 🌹❤️

the bear in the witch's hut (all parts)

title: European Robins in my palms

word count: 2.3k

warning: nsfw (like one scene) but all fluffy throughout the whole thing!!!!

John had to take all of his special unit back to his childhood home and farm, at least once. And he didn’t think he’d enjoy it so much, having his brothers with him in his home with his parents and wife, together.

They had to ride for days to get to his village, and Kyle would point out the greenery and mountains, how beautiful these parts of the land were, and Price would smile, proud and happy to be going home, to his love. Simon would be basking in the sun, on the back of his horse, half listening to Johnny and sometimes interrupting him to tell him some of the unfunniest jokes on earth.

And when they would finally reach their farm, Price’s parents and his wife would be waiting for them, by the entrance. Price would hop down his horse, and open his arms for his wife, as she runs and jumps in his arms, kissing him all over and squeezing him tight. John’s witch was not afraid to show affection to her husband, not publicly and especially privately, be damned society’s expectations and rules, nothing will stop her from running to her husband, skirts riding up her naked legs and one of the sleeves sliding down one shoulder and hair a mess. Fuck being proper.

And he loved her so much for that, chucking everything that would make her a proper lady out of the window in favour of loving him so openly, as he truly deserves.

That fact about her would not go unnoticed by his brothers. What a sight she was, beautiful and so inviting in her laughs and smiles. It was more than evident how much she loved him and how much he loved her back.

When her legs were on the ground again, she will turn to the other men, pushing her hair out of her face and grinning like the fucking sun in the middle of summer, sticking out her hand. And she would receive grins and three kisses at the back of her hand.

Price’s parents would greet their son, commenting on his evergrowing beard and bigger build, but then they would turn to the other men, giving each a bone-crushing hug that would warm them from the inside out.

After they will obviously get settled in the cleared-out rooms that Price’s parents and his wife prepared, stretching their tired limbs and getting a proper bath to wash away all the sweat and grim that cold river water couldn’t wash away. You better believe Price will try every trick in the book to get her to stay with him, in his room for the next hours. He knows she has things to do, like helping his parents cook them a proper meal. But he tends to become needy, selfish and straight-out unreasonable sometimes when he’s in the same vicinity as her for the first time in weeks.

He wants his wife, for the love of everything good and gracious. Is that too much to ask for?

But John ends up getting his way in the end, not only he has her help him bathe, but he tried his mighty best to stretch it out as much as he could, like, “Honey, I think you’ve missed this spot on my back- Can you just-”

And his wife would wash his back for him, an amused smile on her lips, indulging him and running a cloth over the muscles and fat under his freckled skin, then she would press her fingers on the knots in his shoulders and dip of his back, making his head drop, feeling immediate relief.

Then she would somehow end up against the wall of the bathroom, skirts hunched up around her waist and his knee keeping her legs spread as he continuously plunges his fingers inside her wet cunt over and over again, while his other hand is covering her mouth so her delicious sounds wouldn't be heard.

And when she cums, she’s shaking all over and her legs are wobbly and Price has a stupid smile on his face as he rubs her back, helping her calm her frantic heart. His darling has then to stand against the wall, holding her skirts in her arms as he’s kneeling by her feet, a cloth cleaning up the mess she’s made of herself between her legs.

“I was supposed to be the one taking care of you…” She mumbled, cheeks hot.

Price glanced up at her and chuckled, “You are.”

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When it was nearing dinner time, the witch stepped inside the living room, her sleeves rolled up and hair tied up, interrupting the men’s conversation. “Lads, I have a job for you.”

Gaz, Soap and Ghost all look at Price at the same time. The captain just shrugs and stands up, and they copy him, all following his wife outside the house. And Price can literally feel the excitement coming out in waves from his wife, but he doesn’t ask, he just follows her silently until they’re all 3 metres away from the house.

The witch turns to the men, her lips stretching into a smile. “I need you to catch me a rooster for dinner.”

And as soon as those words leave her mouth, Price smirks, trying to hide it by running his finger through his beard. Johnny barks out a laugh, “Of course, we’ll catch ya a rooster, lass!”

“Yeah, sounds fair, the least we can do is catch our dinner.” Kyle shrugs, hands in his pockets and Simon nods in agreement.

“Which one d’ya want us to catch?” Johnny asked, tilting his chin forward.

The witch grins and points above his head, and he frowns in confusion, turning around. And then he looks around and frowns when there’s no rooster on the ground- Oh, what the shit.

The rooster she wants them to catch is standing right on top of the house, staring down at them in challenge, the wind blowing over its black and white feathers, making the rooster’s body seem larger than it actually was.

“Steamin’ Mother…” Johnny mumbles, squinting his eyes to see the rooster better. Kyle and Simon also seemed to be taken aback, staring at the bird in shock.

The witch started giggling behind one of her hands, angling her body away from the men. Meanwhile, Price didn’t care much and started laughing loudly with his head thrown back, hand on his chest and tears collecting at the corner of his eyes.

“You two are mean!” Price’s mother suddenly scolded by the door, hands on her hips.

“Stop laughing, you mutts!” Price’s father barked out and Price and his wife started laughing even louder, screeching and holding onto each other while the three other men stood there, trying to figure out how the fuck are they supposed to catch that rooster.

“That was a good one, love.” Price said, his cheeks hurting from laughing and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her face. As soon as Price said that, Kyle, Simon and Johnny all sighed in relief.

“Ahah, yeah, that was very funny,” Kyle said, glad he doesn’t actually have to go catch the damned bird. Which was still standing at the top of the house and staring at them.

“What do you mean?” The witch said, making Price freeze.

“What do-” Price frowned.

“Catch it.” His wife said, slowly smirking up at him.

When I say Price’s mum literally shrieked, laughing so hard she had to lean against her husband, face literally turning pink.

The colours literally drained out of Price’s face, anything but chasing that fucking rooster.

“I was being serious, John.” She said, bringing a hand up to fix the collar of his loose shirt. “I want you to catch it for me, please?” the witch bit her lower plush lip and batted her pretty eyelashes at him, placing her other hand on one of his biceps and giving it one squeeze.

Price was standing there, with his mouth open. And when she made a noise, tilting her head to the side, saying “So, are you going to do it?” without actually saying anything. Determination swelled in his chest, making his blood pump and he cleared his throat.

“We’ll catch it. For you.” He said, giving her a nod and placing a kiss on her forehead and started walking towards the house.

“Where are you going?” Johnny called out after the man.

“To get my gear.” Price said without looking back.

“What?!” Simon said, the word literally jumped out of his throat.

“Why?!” Kyle said at the same time as Simon.

“He bites.” Was all Price said before the three men ran after their Captain while his mother was still laughing, almost pissing herself.

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When they finally caught the rooster and tied its legs, and held it in front of the witch like a damn trophy, they swore they would never underestimate a rooster ever again. They were all panting and sweating, with feathers stuck in their hair and clothes, with arm protection on to not get bitten, but the rooster still managed to bite a hole in Simon’s shirt and pooped on Johnny’s helmet. They didn’t look happy at all and now all have a newfound fear of roosters.

“Are all roosters like this?” Johnny grumbled, cleaning his helmet in a bucket of water.

“Nope, just this one. You don’t even know how many times we’ve tried to catch him, but never succeeded.” Price’s father said, still baffled about how the beast was finally caught after three years of trying to catch him.

After handing the rooster over, the men stood outside the house and watched until it was killed and plucked and they all sagged when the rooster was no longer breathing. The witch giggled at their state and stopped right as they were going to step inside the house to wash for the second time that day.

“Hold on, take your clothes off first.” She said.

“Huh??” Johnny blushed bright red.

“Shoes and shirts off, leave them outside.” The witch added and they all nodded, following her orders. After all, the rooster did numbers on them, their clothes were filthy like they were on a battlefield and just came back for dinner.

.

.

.

The house smelled absolutely delicious. Price’s mouth watered when he stepped inside the dining room, the smells coming from the kitchen while his parents set the table up.

“What’s cooking up, mum?” John asked, bending down to kiss his mother on the head.

“I don’t know, go ask her.” His mother shrugged, a smile on her lips and eyes twinkling.

“Alright?..” Price laughed and left his mum to go investigate the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was greeted with a ridiculous amount of delicacies (As much as they afford in times of war while living on a farm). There were pies, stews, roasted vegetables and the rooster, bread, cheese and caramelised apples from the orchards down the road with roasted nuts on top and beer. And there were still pots and pans bubbling and cooking up on the fire.

“Honey? What are you doing?...” Price said and the witch jumped, turning around with a wooden spoon in hand.

“Cooking?” She answered, blinking at him.

“You-” John said, noticing a plate full of sausage rolls and couldn’t help but grab one and take a bite, moaning when the flavours exploded in his mouth, taking him up to the heavens and then back down.

“You don’t have to do all of this, my love. This is- This is too much,” Price said after swallowing and snaked his free arm around her waist and pulled her against him, chest to chest.

His witch frowned, “John, when was the last time your men had a proper meal? This is the least I could do for them."

John smiled, feeling fuzzy and warm with love and appreciation. "Allow me to help you, then."

"No way, I've got this under control. You can go back out there." She said, waving her wooden spoon in the air.

"Please, love."

"Nope. No way. Go away, John." She shakes her head and turns around, stirring a pot while it's bubbling.

"At least let me watch you cook." He whined, John Price whined and he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.

"Fine. Just don't touch anything." She sighed, rolling her eyes and smiling, stirring. And Price happily nuzzled his face in her hair and went along with her wherever direction she went, literally glueing his body to hers.

This went on for a couple of minutes until she stopped and looked over at the food with her hands on her hips, and called John's mum, telling her to start taking some of the dishes to the table.

And as soon as she puts that damn wooden spoon down, John quickly turns her around and straight up wedding-dips his sweetheart, and cuts off her startled "John!-" with a deep passionate kiss.

When he helps her up, her cheeks are hot and she's panting, eyes wide and lips feeling all tingly. She's just looking at him while he's smiling at her like a love struck fool.

Simon's also in the kitchen, grabbing a plate full of veggies and doesn't give two shits about what they're doing, because all he's capable of focusing on is the food he's carrying and the growling of his stomach.

BONUS:

the second time Price brings his boys over (kyle, Simon, johnny, ale, rudy, horangi and konig). The damn rooster is there again.

“Mum??”

“I see it, John.”

“It’s ALIVE??!!!”

And they have to chase it and kill it again. But his witch manages to hold it in her arms and pet it, “YOU CAN PET IT???” screamed Soap.

And the witch just smiles and tells them it’s a blessing in disguise, a gift, they will never get hungry as long as this rooster is around. And he always comes back, no matter how many times they eat it.

gaz, Ghost and Soap all tell the other guys abt the rooster and instill the fear in them, so now the rooster is some sort of inside horror story lmao.

+

When Price's mum meets alex for the first time, she's hella confused cuz she doesnt remember pushing him out.

“Are you my son??”

And when he opens his mouths, she's "nope, I didn't push you out"

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @obiwankenobis-lap @goapgrim @smalldemonlover @silviafantin15 @reveluving @bobastayhigh

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[ghouljams]

"Fast learner," Price praises as Witch bucks against your mouth, "I like that in a dog."

You know what, I would happily be their dog.

Who wouldn't? I mean... master and mistress kink goes crazy with those two.

It's not like Witch encourages the Mommy kink either, it's all Price. Price pushing your head down between Witch's legs, Price moving you how he likes, Price grinding Witch's hips against you. It's all Price using Witch's body to degrade and patronize you. Witch may coo at you, whimper and tell you how good it feels, how you're doing so well for them, but Price?

"Little slut, look at you squirmin' just from havin' your tongue on 'er," he chastises, pulls your head back to watch the slick drip down your chin, "tell you mistress how good she tastes, tell 'er how bad you want to eat her out."

Making you whine, saying whatever he wants you to just to feel the way heat pulses over Witch's skin. It feels like she might burn you when he finally shoves you back down between her legs. He never stops talking, degrading you, praising Witch, sometimes a mix of both in the same breath.

"Slobbering on that pretty pussy like a dog," he hums, palming between your legs, "must not be enjoying it though, don't see any tail waggin'."

Ooh he'll make you rut against his steady hand, wiggle your hips and bark for more each time he pulls you up. If you're really good he might fuck you. If you're really really good he might let you do something else to Witch.

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #captain price mw2 #captain john price #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #oc: witch #price x witch #1fae1

[mariamakeslemons]

I'm playing in @ghouljams sandbox, with a tiny, hurt child. She's a combination "normal" person and unable to see her own hurt.

I don't own Witch, that's Ghoul's OC/Reader insert. I do own Racheal/Lilac.

Racheal shakes as she hesitates to knock on the door. Granny told her that the witch living here may be her only hope of actually understanding the magic she has. But the witch here also has ancestral magic instead of having to rely solely on the magic her own body creates. Which Racheal has to do. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, the girl knocks on the door and flinches at the sound she’s made, clinging to her barely made grimoire tightly.

The door opens and the prettiest woman blinks down at her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you lost, sweetie?” she asks Racheal. Squeaking, the girl shakes her head and hands the woman her Granny’s letter. The woman blinks before accepting the letter, frowning at the writing before turning back to Racheal with a smile.

“You might as well come in, okay?” the woman offers with a smile. Racheal nods and scurries in, glancing over her shoulder nervously. The woman hums and moves through her house with ease, leaving Racheal to scurry after her.

“So, how old are you, sweetheart?” the woman asks, as she opens the letter.

“…E-eleven, ma’am,” Racheal answers, flinching at the woman suddenly stopping in the hall. Slowly, the woman turns to look at Racheal, her hand moving to toy with the hagstone necklace she has.

“…Eleven,” she repeats, and Racheal can’t do anything but nod. Granny always said she was too stupid to start learning when everyone else started, because she couldn’t even tell what the difference between using lavender or using sage would do to certain spells as a five year old. The woman closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before a smile crosses her face.

“Well, let me finish reading this and we’ll start outlining what to do to help you,” the woman offers with a nice smile. Racheal perks up at that, eager to learn what she can and hopefully please at least one of her teachers.

“Y-yeah! That s-sounds like a plan!” Racheal agrees, flinching at her stutter. Granny told her proper witches don’t do that, but she can’t really help it. It just comes out. But, she thinks while looking up at the woman who only smiles at her excitement, maybe it’s just a coven thing.

“Okay,” the woman says after Racheal dropped off her meager belongings in the spare room she had pointed out (Racheal wasn’t really allowed too much, she was too stupid to own things according to Granny), “Let’s lay out some rules. One, I’m to be called Witch, okay? That is what the majority of people know me as, and it’s easier to remember than knowing my actual name.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Racheal agrees easily enough. That’s easy to remember. Miss Witch smiles at her, her eyes softening nicely.

“Now, I need to know your fae name,” she instructs, “Because that’s what I’ll refer to you in public with.”

“It’s S-Stupid,” Racheal answers. Miss Witch sighs and smiles, almost looking amused.

“I’m sure it’s not, sweetie,” she says, “You don’t have to be shy.”

“Oh, uh,” Racheal starts, realizing that Miss Witch didn’t understand, “N-no. I m-mean, my n-name. It’s Stupid.” Miss Witch freezes, her smile in place, but something brewing under her pretty eyes. Slowly, her face changes to something thunderous and Racheal shrinks on herself, waiting for the strike that’s sure to come. She’d deserve it, after all. She upset Miss Witch.

“No,” the woman says, startling Racheal, “I’m not calling you that. We’ll think of something else.” Racheal blinks at her, confused by her reaction as Miss Witch hems and haws over a thought.

“What’s your favorite color?” she asks suddenly. Racheal jumps, blinking at her in shock.

“…I can h-have one of th-those?” Racheal replies, stunned. She’d heard about that sort of thing, favorite things. Granny told her that only smart people could have them, that she’s too stupid to have any kind of preference. Miss Witch hums and nods, although something in her face tells Racheal that she’s angry. But, she wants to know what color is her favorite. And she really likes purples, especially light purples like…

“Lilac,” Racheal decides.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you,” Miss Witch tells her. Racheal, Lilac, smiles and nods eagerly, only to jump at a knocking noise from what looks like Miss Witch’s backyard. The woman huffs, almost fondly, before patting Lilac’s head.

“Stay here, okay, sweetie? I need to speak with someone,” she tells Lilac with a smile. Lilac nods eagerly and stays right there, although she wonders if Miss Witch would be upset if she sat on the floor. She’s really tired from having to stay up to catch the train, then the plane, then the bus, then the other train. Maybe she can sit for a minute, then stand back up.

“I’m going to kill a fellow witch,” you chirp to Price, holding back every piece of rage you feel. He raises a brow at your declaration, surprised that you decided to greet him with that.

“Is it the little one in your house?” he asks, curious.

“No, she’s the reason why I’m ready to commit murder,” you tell him. The poor girl is too thin and small, obviously malnourished. Then there’s the stutter and that name. Oh, that name. And to top everything off, the witch who sent her wrote the letter like complaining about a stray animal that needs to be put down, not a child that needs to be guided.

“Deep breaths, love,” Price soothes, reaching across the bricks to grasp your hand within his. You comply, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

“She’s eleven and, according to the letter, she barely knows what the herbs do, let alone any spells,” you tell him. Price freezes at that, obviously understanding what you’re implying. After all, witchcraft is a craft, one that must be started young to be able to use the magic safely and confidently. Most witches start by reading to their children from their own grimoire, teaching what a symbol or plant means and is used for.

“…A child,” Price sighs, smoke pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“An abused child,” you correct, watching as he breathes out of his nose, hard. Smoke bursts out of his nostrils like a bull or a dragon, an anger burning in his eyes and you find yourself at ease.

The relationship between children and fae is always tricky. A child could be coveted or prey, depending on the fae in question. However, with Price’s reaction, you can tell he would rather burn down the world than harm a child. Perhaps it has to do with how children are easy prey, something that Price has told you was boring. Perhaps it has to do with what little you’ve found out about Ghost, the fae following L- no, she needs a different name… Pink? Sunny? Ugh, well, the fae that follows the Shop Keeper’s friend around.

“I’ll tell my boys to behave around her,” Price said, pulling you from your musing. He smiles, “That’ll spread the word that she’s under my protection.”

“You don’t even know her,” you argue without any heat. Price chuckles, leaning against the wall with that sly grin of his.

“You like her, pretty witch,” he purrs, sending a shiver down your spine, “That’s more than enough for me.” You huff, but the smile that fights its way on your face probably tells him how amused you are by his declaration.

“I should finish getting her settled in,” you tell him, brushing your hand against his own. Price catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll see you around then,” he promises, giving your hand a soft squeeze before pulling away. You turn back to your home and go inside, only to stop and sigh. Lilac is curled up on the floor, asleep, with her grimoire clutched in her arms. The dark circles under her eyes tell you how little sleep the girl gets and you feel another wave of anger threaten to drown you. How could anyone do this to a child, let alone one who so obviously wants to please? When you get the chance, you’re going to burn down the witch’s house and adopt the girl. Or, maybe help her find a family if you can’t.

#my work #captain john price #Witch #Price x Witch #Racheal Lilac #@ghouljams #I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with contacting people #TW: Child abuse #It's only a mention but still there

[live-love-be-unique]

The Witch At The Edge Of The Woods

Inspired by @ghouljams incredible OC: Witch and featuring Price. This is my first attempt at writing a female character x female character and female x female x male characters story in any way so I hope I’ve done that and your OC justice.

You’d come home late one night and found your fiancée in bed with another woman, and now you were seeking revenge. You wanted him to feel your pain. In your heartbreak you sought out the woman they called Witch. You’d heard talk of her but hadn’t felt the need to seek her out like others had.

It felt like you had been walking for hours but you hadn’t even lost sight of the town. The forest grew like a hedge maze your father had taken you to one year when you were younger, you’d gotten so turned around and lost that you sat down and cried until he had found you.

As the familiar tendrils of anxiety wormed their way through your ribs and wrapped themselves around your heart you were sure your eyes were deceiving you the snow-covered trees and paths were changing to blossom-filled branches right before your eyes. The beautiful pink petals falling over the path around you. The sun, which had been hiding behind gray clouds, now shone bright down into the forest.

As you basked in the now shining sun, heavy-soled footsteps followed behind you, turning to find nothing but wisps of black smoke in the shape of a man, dancing in the trees. You paused for a moment before remembering that you were close to the witches cottage and stopping to investigate strange black smoke was possibly not the smartest decision.

You swore the shadow man was following you, staying almost in sight, lingering in the corner of your eyes like an abandoned cigar left sitting in an ashtray as you made your way towards the small cottage surrounded with flowers and plants, some you readily recognise growing alongside a lot you didn’t.

There was a woman kneeling by a planter completely engrossed with her flowers and herbs. As you approached she didn’t acknowledged you as she placed a small green sprig of something into the ground.

The heady, earthy smell of cigar smoke that had followed you intermingled with the perfume of the flowers as you walked closer to the small cottage. “Don’t mind him” the woman spoke, not looking up from the plants as she covered its roots with soil “he knows not to interfere” glancing back at the shadow man you didn’t notice the witch step closer to you “follow me”

The cottage was small but the moment you stepped through the door you felt a wave of comfort fall over you. You wanted to live here, you thought instantly. The mismatch of furniture and nicknacks were dotted around what you could only assume was the living room and sprigs of dried flowers and herbs decorated the curtain rods and candles covered every available surface. The air smelt of lavender as you were led into a small kitchen and ushered to a table underneath a sunny window, the sill covered with small succulents.

You studied the witch as she moved around the room. There’s a power to her, simmering beneath the warm surface. A power, that if crossed, would be scarier than death. Her exposed skin that you could see was covered in a patchwork of black signs and sigils and you guessed that there would be more under the skirt and blouse she wore.

The small kitchen looked exactly how you expected a witches to look, shelves filled to the brim with jars and containers of various powders and liquids, snake skin and other matters and something that; to you; vaguely resemble eyeballs. She however, was not what you had expected, there was no green skin or pointy hat in sight. The woman in front of you was beautiful, nowhere near the witches you heard about in the stories your grandmother read to you.

“Were you expecting something else?” She asked, pausing to glance at you over her shoulder as she busied herself with something at the stove.

“I..I don’t know what I was expecting”

“Your grandmother’s stories were wrong” she looked at you with a smirk, you felt your cheeks heating as her eyes met yours “but that can be a talk for another time” she says as a cup of steaming tea is placed before you on a matching saucer. She must have noticed you eyeing the cup warily “it’s not going to kill you if that’s what you’re thinking, poisoning my customers would be terrible for repeat business”

“I wasn’t…”

She smiles knowingly “it’s tea. Lemon balm if you want to be specific. Good for a broken heart”

“How did you know?”

“Do you know you’re one of the only ones who hasn’t come to see me before, not for a tarot or palm reading or something more specific. I was intrigued” she leaned forward in her chair opposite you, her chin resting on her hands, she was studying you, you realize. She lights a cigarette as she watches, waiting for your response.

“Did your cards tell you about me?” You ask in awe.

“No” she giggles “the cashier at the supermarket is a terrible gossip” she says with a wave of her hand.

You look down at your hands clasping the steaming mug of tea in front of you “I want to hurt him. I need him to feel what I feel”

The witch tuts, leaning across the table, taking your hands in hers turning them over, gently tracing the lines on your palms “Your hands are pure, clean” she shook her head “I won’t let you dirty them with revenge”

“You’ve done it before, for others” you say as the familiar pinpricks of tears begin. Why would she help them and not you?

She looks up at you “do you want me to take your pain, sweet girl?” still holding your hands in hers, still tracing little symbols across your skin. Looking into her eyes you felt yourself suddenly forgetting the pain and heartache left behind by your ex. Your cheeks heat up again as she studies you “are you sure I need to?” She asks, tilting her head with that ever present knowing smile.

“I don’t…” you start, unsurely.

You watch as she stands from her place opposite you and makes her way around the small table and stops in front of you. One of her delicate hands lifts your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes once more “do you want to stay?”

“Yes” you whisper; after a moment.

Your pretty witch leans forward as her lips meet yours. You let yourself sink into her as her hand moves from your jaw and flattens against the back of your neck. You would stay with her for as long as she wanted.

The heady, earthy smell of cigar smoke fell around the room as a deep voice came from behind you “What a pretty picture I’ve found” the shadow man purred.

“You startled her Price” Witch says to the shadow man as you fall back with a gasp. The shadow man; Price; had materialized before your eyes. He was handsome with a rugged air surrounding him and his piercing blue eyes shone as he observed you.

He takes your hand in his and pulls you to stand “Hello petal” he smiles, plucking a small pink petal from your hair “we’ve been expecting you” he smiles as his lips find their way to yours.

#oc: witch #female x reader #price x witch x reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

a/n: I have officially became apart of this ... fandom? Is that what we're calling it? Anyway, I never understood the hype and NOW I UNDERSTAND. However, I do not understand the hype for some COD men, but if you do want me to include them - I will xx Just drop a comment :)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄

ISTJ

Slytherin

Lawful Good / Neutral Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・He may be one of the older members (not by much, he's not even in his forties yet), but he has a huge heart. His experience with danger and violence hasn't made him heartless. In fact, it's made him care a lot more about others.

・You are genuinely the light of his life, the only person he would truly kill for and die for.

・Knowing this can be a bit disconcerting because John looks like such a teddy bear. His smile is so kind and comforting.

・His pet names/ nicknames for you are: "Darling", "My love / love."

・When he comes home, he loves doing things around the house. The feeling of domesticity makes him feel happy

・He also likes telling you to sit down while he does the laundry, kitchen, vaccuuming etc.

・John is extremely handy. Would have a booming business as a handyman. He can fix almost anything.

・He couldn't wait to meet your family.

・John actually made a lot of your relatives swoon. And not purposefully.

・Gets choked up whenever he has to go back to work. Hates seeing the look on your face when he leaves.

・Sidenote: he has the louDEST sneezes, it's very jarring and something you had to get used to. Once you asked him if he was looking for attention and he furrowed his brows while replying:

"Love I'm fuckin' sneezin'?"

・Would actually love having a dog, especially a scary one so you can be protected.

・Speaking of protection: John taught you everything he could about self-defence. As well as going so far as to teach you to attack as well. He would never want you to be in a situation where you didn't know what to do.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Hey can I have a…" x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes."

Love language is physical touch (John) x Is touch starved (You)

Keeps strong eye-contact (John) x Literally can't look in their eyes (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Slowburn.

Everyone Could See It But You Two.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lay All Your Love On Me by Avantasia

I'm Scum by IDLES

I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 If Price knew you were underage and reading this...he would be very disappointed.

・He actually does like being more dominant, but loves when you initiate sex.

・He loves tickling your thighs with his beard. Sex isn't always serious with John, he loves making you smile

・Needs to feel your hands grabbing his back and shoulders when he's pounding into you

・Doesn't want to be called, "Daddy" or even "Sir." He prefers when you call him by his first name during sex. He wants to escape any ties to his work life

・When you're at the pub (this guy hates the club so pub it is), and he gets a lil tipsy, he always gets horny. John will rub your thighs, your waist, grab the back of your neck (not too hard).

・Can't have sex when certain tv shows or movies are playing. Especially horror ones. You tried it once and when there was a jump scare you both fell off the couch because John freaked out

・He adores those tender moments in the shower. Washing each other, scubbing the places neither can get to.

・If you have any insecurities, John will make them disappear. He truly makes you feel like royalty.

・The absolute King of aftercare, John needs to know you feel comfortable, safe and loved.

・Would never just roll over and fall asleep. He needs you to feel the most important; before, during and after sex.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 "𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏" 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good / Chaotic Good

Aquarius Sun, Taurus Moon, Sagittarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・6'2 sexy Scotsman with a lighthearted personality ... god he treats you so well.

・Yes, he does like to tease and taunt, and seeing you riled up is one of his favourite things, but at the end of the day, he's truly a good guy. Who would do anything for you.

・Even after years of being together, he still flirts with you - unashamed at the utter cringe he lets spill from his mouth. But it makes you blush and he loves doing that to you

・His nicknames/pet names for you are: "Babe," "Lass/Lad," "Bonnie" meaning beautiful, "Mo chroí" meaning "my heart" (yes he does know some Gaelic)

・Hates when anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll literally threaten to break both their legs.

・Soap has the ability to get you excited about things he's excited about. It's like a superpower - it's like he knows the button to give you the zoomies or something.

・Or maybe his personality is just really magnetic (especially to you).

・Sometimes he has cravings for Scottish food and when he explains what it is, you shake your head but go out with him to find it anyway.

"Johnny I know what haggis is and I'm not trying it again."

・Has a strong love for his country. He's a true Scotsman.

・You watched a few episodes of Outlander with him. After you swooned over Jamie, he looked at you with furrowed brows and said:

"...you have a Jamie right here."

・Then he paused the tv and stood in front of you, waving his hands up and down himself.

"Literally, right fuckin' here!"

・And he dramatically stormed away...

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"I'd do anything for you." (Soap) x "As you should." (You)

Wants to go on adventures together (You) x Turns any adventure into a police chase (Soap)

Black Cat (You) x Golden Retriever (Soap)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Rasputin by Boney M.

Iron Man by Black Sabbath

Flower Of Scotland by Champions United

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 Under 18 and trying to read past this point? Mmm no Christmas presents from Santa then.

・Would actually be into pegging. It came up because he wanted to fuck you in the ass (said much more delicately than that) but you wouldn't unless you could do it to him.

・And as it turns out, he really fucking likes a dildo up the ass.

・Loves sending and receiving nude photos, sexting and phone sex. At least twice a week you have phone sex; always without planning it.

・Sends you dirty voice messages whenever he's bored. He might not even be that horny, he just does it because he knows you love his voice.

・When Soap comes back home, he wants to take things as slow as he can. To savour his time with you.

・He's very submissive when you're together.

・Soap melts when you take the lead...especially if you have a leash (definition of walk him like a dog).

・ Will cum on the spot if you call him a "good Johnny boy."

・Soap would be up for any at least once. But that doesn't mean you have to be. He's happy to take things at your pace, but he will masturbate a lot more.

・And when he does masturbate, he thinks of you. When he's cumming it's your name that he moans.

・Would DEFINITELY wear a Ghostface mask if you wanted him to.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒

ENFJ

Slytherin

Chaotic Good

Aries Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・His pet names/nick names for you are all in spanish and refer to how he feels about you to other things like your apperance

・For example, "Mi alma" which translates to "my soul" / "my soulmate". "Mi Amado" meaning "my beloved." "Mi Vida" meaning "my life". And then when he's feeling a bit more playful he'll call you, "corta"/"corto" meaning short. "ojos bonitos" meaning pretty eyes.

・Alejandro's love language is a mixture of physical touch, gift giving and acts of service.

・Whenever he's on missions, he brings something back for you - well it's only fair in his eyes because you're on his mind all the fucking time.

・So he wants to bring back the little gifts and explain what he was thinking when he saw them:

"I got you this little flag, Mi alma, because I thought it would go well with our collection. I know how much you love miniature things."

・Alejandro is the type of guy to know all these homemade treatments when you get sick. He learnt them from his mother and his aunts.

・If you feel sick, he'll make this delicious soup but before you eat it, you have to drink this awful tasting medicine that his family swears by.

・It genuinely works...

・And you feel pretty much healed by the morning

・He loves baths, to the point where he has his own collection of bath bombs, body wash, and oils. Loves the smell of lavender.

・When he's home there's Spanish music playing 24/7. It reminds him of when he was younger.

・He can get very competitve when it gets to card games. Even bloody Uno, if he loses he is so sore about it.

"You cheated!"

"I did not!"

𝑹��𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Easily embarrassed (You) x Cheesy lovey-dovey (Alejandro)

Thinks They're In Charge (Alejandro) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

The Moon and His Star  

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Fell First, But He Fell Harder

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

La Flor De La Canela by Maria Dolores Pradera

La Luna en tu Mirada by Los Zafiros

One More Hour by Tame Impala

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 I am not going to be the reason you are corrupted.

・Alejandro and love go hand in hand.

・But when it comes to sex, he shows you his rough side.

・He loves hearing you beg. Even if it's an act that he's receiving (like a blowjob), he still wants you on your knees, begging for him.

"Sí, mi amor. Di cuánto quieres mi polla," (Yes, my love. Say how much you want my cock).

・Will make you ride his thigh if you've been teasing him

・There's a primal side of Alejandro that comes out when he's inside you. He needs to cum inside you.

・Doesn't like the thought of public sex. But he does like to touch your thigh, waist, put an arm around your shoulder. He's very respectful when he's out. But when he gets home, he absolute ravages you.

・Loves hair pulling. Will have a fistful of your hair and pull your head back to kiss you so fiercely.

・Even though he will have you on all fours, pumping in and out of you. When you're both done, he treats you like you're something fragile.

・Tenatively cleaning you up, even bathing with you. He loves baths; sharing them is even better. He'll sit behind you, holding you gently. Whispering how much he loves you.

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐏. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒

ISTP

Slytherin

True Neutral

Capricorn Sun, Aries Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Is one of the most playful, teasing and bantery (yes I'm making that a word) of the lot. Yes, even more than Soap, who is more flirtacious than teasing.

・Keegan on the other hand, knows that you like his teasing ways.

・His pet names/nicknames for you are "kid," "sweetheart," "

・You actually met when he came back from deployment. But funnily enough, you heard his voice before seeing his face. And as soon as you heard it, your knees went weak.

・He's known at work to be quiet and not very social around people, but he never fails his missions. And the other Ghosts he works with ... well, he would give his life for them.

・He speaks English but also Spanish ...

・And sometimes when he's really angry he'll start talking in Spanish.

・On multiple occassions you've made him read to you because of how much you like his voice. He doesn't mind it at all. But doesn't understand the plot of the books you read.

"...and why are they holding knives to each other's throats again?"

"Um, because it's enemies to lovers..."

"Okay sweetheart. Just don't get any ideas."

"Already got them," you whispered into the pillow.

・Loves when you come up from behind and hug his waist. Your head resting against his back. You'll both just stand there for a while, living in this pocket of quiet calm.

・He gets headaches pretty easily and it's an ongoing issue

・You make him take pain-relief, a hot shower, something to eat, and if it still hasn't gone away. You'll tuck him into bed and completely block out any sunlight from the room. - Basically you take care of him but in overdrive...

・To return how much love you give him, Keegan is constantly fixing up your car, folding the laundry and getting the groceries. Or even doing the errands that you hate doing.

・Always buys you flowers when he goes out

・He's really into country music, anything that has that desperate passion of a story. Colter Wall is one of his favourite artists of all time, and he's not afraid to admit it.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Soft for exactly one person (Keegan) x Is that one person (You)

"Think they'll try us?" (You) x "Fuck I hope so." (Keegan) (this is usually said in a parking lot when you're having a show-down with another car for a parking space.)

 Love language is physical touch (You) x Is touch starved (Keegan) 

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers (Ooof oh big time)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

O Children by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

The Devil Wears A Suit And Tie by Colter Wall

Kingdom Come by The Civil Wars

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 Dude if you're under 18 pls don't read this.

・When he's horny, he'll start giving you little bites over your body. It makes you yelp and laugh when he continues to do it even though you swat him away

"What are you doing!?"

"Mmmm, nothin' sweetcheeks, just tasting you." (Said with a completely straight face.)

・Really likes to eat ass

・Loves to praise you, to tell you how well you take him and how pretty you look, laying naked - waiting for him.

・Likes to lean on doorways because he knows it turns you on.

・Basically when you told him all the things that get you hot, he mentally memorised them and often uses them to his advantage.

・Loves car sex. Will go through the (automatic) car wash, just for you to sit on his lap... it's something you've done before, so you're both prepared.

・Neither of you have underwear on, so it's easy access

・Loves cockwarming, but can get too horny and start bucking his hips.

・You may not think it, but he will beg after being so long apart. When he gets home, he doesn't even change out of his clothes before kneeling before you, begging to fuck you.

"Please, baby, please. I've been good, I promise!"

・Sometimes you oblige, and other times ... well you like to make him work for it.

#witchthewriter #headcanons #COD #cod headcanons #call of duty #mw2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #boyfriend headcanons #witch the writer's headcanons #captain john price #john price headcanons #soap #john soap mactavish #soap headcanons #alejandro vargas #alejandro headcanons #cod preference #call of duty preferences #cod smut #call of duty smut #call of duty soap #call of duty simon riley #keegan russ #keegan russ headcanons #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ smut #cod keegan

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Boundaries pt. 1

Witch/Demon AU (where the read is a witch and has a pact with all of the demon!141)

The funny thing about having a pact with a demon is that you can technically summon them at any given point. There’s not a guarantee that said demon will show up, as they have their own business to attend to, seeing as you’re a witch with four pacts, you magic is quite powerful.

That’s to say, when you summon the boys, they will come because you force them to.

It’s rare that you do summon them. You understand that they still have a job to do and that they busy often, but when you do summon them, they know that they’re in deep shit.

“I can’t believe I expected any of you to have the common decency to treat my house with respect!” You flail your arms around wildly. “I let all of you into my house, eat my food, sleep here and this is the thanks I get?”

You’ve been yelling at them for nearly 30 minutes now and not a single one of them has uttered a word. They’re all sat on the couch while you pace and stomp in front of them, scolding them like they’re children, which you would argue they are.

Normally it was one of the sergeants that got a got scolding from you (though not to this level) but even Price was in the hot seat this time.

It all started because you needed to deal with some witch business in another city. All you needed was someone to watch your house for you, to keep things in order and to make sure no hauntings get out of hand.

And it just so happened that they boys were on leave, so you figured you could trust them to keep things under control while you were gone for two days.

You were wrong.

The potions you had spent hours making were mixed, destroyed and otherwise unusable because Soap got curious. Price burned a huge hole into your couch and your rug because he dropped his cigar. Gaz had shattered most of the lights in your house due to him getting angry at a game of football, and Ghost punched a hole in your wall because he got scared by an actual ghost.

And then they made it worse by trying to “fix” everything. You came back to a destroyed house seeing red with none of them in sight.

“All of you are banned from my house until you can prove to me that you won’t trash it!” You declared.

“How can we prove it if we can’t come in?” Soap was brave, or maybe just stupid, enough to say something.

“Just get out!”

You very quickly sent them back to wherever they came from and just like that, they had officially been kicked out of the house.

You immediately put up all of the protection wards you knew, did everything that wards demons out, and even blocked off the entire section of the street to them.

To say you were furious was an understatement.

And the boys were devastated.

Not only was their pride hurt because they were just ripped a new one by you, but they genuinely feel bad for what happened. All of it had been an accident, none of them had meant for any of that to happen even when they were trying to fix the mess and made it worse.

They wanted to apologize for it and they tried. They sent you texts, tried to call you, even sent you emails and letter mail to get in contact with you but you were giving them the silent treatment.

You completely cut them off and they were starting to really miss you. How could they not? You were their little witch and they wanted to see you again to let you know that they wouldn't let it happen again.

So after a lot of bribing and begging from everyone you heard a knock on your door a few weeks later and opened it to see a woman with blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" You wondered and she gave you a smile.

"I'm Kate Laswell, I work with Captain Price and his boys." She introduced herself and you stared at her with confusion. "You're the witch, correct?"

She couldn't be a demon or else she wouldn't have been able to even get to your front door. She looked human, though looks can be deceiving, but you couldn't think of what she could be.

"Can I come in?"

A/N: will finish this hopefully tomorrow just had to get this out

#witch!reader #demon!141 #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

[eiraeths]

new fic alert for the monsters and magic au! the brainrot is consuming me alive

SUMMARY: Soap decides he needs to do something about his silver ring and Gaz follows along, complaining every step of the way. Takes place after Rudimentary Catalyst Begin as Clandestine Stardom

WORD COUNT: 4448

#ghoap #ao3 writer #cod modern warfare #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #kyle gaz garrick #ghoap fic #cod fic #john price #monster 141 au #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghostsoap fanfic #soapghost fanfic #witch soap #siren gaz #vampire ghost #gargoyle price #monster magic au

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Between Fire and Ice

Part 2

Witch x Rún X Price

After satisfying your lust driven hungry temporarily, you find yourself on you back at the mercy of two of the closest people to you..

This is part 2 of of the fic literally no one wanted or asked for. Apart from me, that one anon and perhaps Ghoul? This was inspired by a post by ghouljams that is linked in the first part to this fic. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams and this story is very much inspired by their writing. It's also the cause of my brainrot for Witch and Price. Thanks for all the help and feedback on this fic Ghoul love you lots - xoxo 💋

Witch is @ghouljams original character. Lio is the childhood nickname Ghoul gave to Witch.

Rún is a reader insert character

This isn't canon

(Pictures are for aesthetics only it does not indicate readers skin tone or hair)

Warnings: MDNI, Description of Witch, lots and lots of pining, accidental self-drugging, aphrodisiac smut, kissing, very fluffy, one use of the word slut, orgasm denial, a little bit of manhandling, little bit of cum play, threat of choking but no choking, dom/sub dynamic, praise kink, slight teasing, breast play, nipple pinching, more fluff, Witch and Price make Rún cry but they make up for it, low self esteem at times for Rún, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

Part 1

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Everything felt fuzzy, fleeting, almost numb in a sense. Very similar to how your dreams felt when they were about to end. When you were about to wake, disappointed that the loving touches you felt weren't real. You keep your eyes closed praying to stay here a little longer. Praying that this dream was real this time around. You stretch your arms out, running your fingers through the soft duvet as your breaths come out in harsh pants. Let it last a little longer. Please, just a little longer. Your skin buzzes with need as you feel delicate fingers tracing up your shaky legs, leaving a heated trail behind while gently removing your cum stained stockings.

You keep your eyes closed desperately trying to keep your mind in this fever dream. Cementing feeling of the soft duvet that your burning hot body is placed on. You preserve the smell of lust and cum that was mixing with the familiar incense of Witch's room in your mind…as well as the scent of the two people holding your body. Two? Why were there two? It's always only been Lio in these dreams.

Mixed scents wafts through the air. Some familiar, others not so much. Roses, honey, medicinal herbs, musk, snow, pine, burning wood, it was beginning to get all too much for your overwhelmed mind. Your nerves were sparking alive while your skin was glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. Blood was rushing to all corners of your body, the thumping in your ear drowning out all other noise. Your heart was composing a symphony for everyone in the room to witness. It hammered against your ribs, fighting for a way to break through your chest. You gasp and flinch as two pairs of hands slowly find their way onto your exposed body again, the touch felt electrifying as they explored your heated skin. Yet they've been cruelly keeping away from the very place you needed their touch the most.

“Open your eyes Rún…I want to look into your pretty eyes while I play with you”, you hesitate. If this was a dream…why was Price here? You're not sure if your heart will be able to handle the embarrassment of being displayed between not only Witch but Price too. It was already embarrassing when you have your regular dreams with Lio, though in majority of them she's just holding and kissing you. You feel two sets of hands massaging your tender flesh in encouragement to do as you're told. Your dreams weren't usually this vivid though. 

When your breathing calms a bit, your eyes finally flutter open. Memories flood back the second your eyes lock onto a pair of steel blues. This wasn't a dream. You whimper out in embarrassment feeling their hands massage your tender muscles. Your tongue inadvertently goes out to lick your lips, chasing the taste you only just got to experience. You find yourself on your back, head resting on Price's muscular lap as he murmurs sweet encouragement. Your eyes bat up at him, getting the lust induced haze out before they flicker down to where Witch is situated in between your legs. Your vision finally clears, you meet her warm lust filled eyes while she places soft kisses on your inner thighs, drawing further moans from your lips. Her hands slowly leave a trail of heat over your skin as her lips find their way over your stomach to your supple breasts and then finally to your sensitive nipples.

“Lio…”, you gasp as her fingers find your other nipple to twist between her two fingers letting the pain ground your mind a bit. This definitely wasn't a dream. You wanted to hide somewhere, away from their red hot gaze. Liar..that's not what you wanted..

Right..You were more afraid of your own desire, the desperate need of wanting to drown in the heat of their lust. Was that all it was? Lust? Her hands trail back to your thighs completely ignoring the puddle forming between them, while you continue to whimper in frustration. You wanted this to be more than just lust…despite how the circumstances arose you wanted…more. No you shouldn't be so greedy…But you desperately wanted to be..

“Doing so well Rún, such a good girl…our good girl. You just needed a little encouragement isn't that right?”, your eyes flicker up to where Price is petting your hair. You watch as his warm calloused hands run down your collarbone making you shiver in anticipation. They finally move down to cup your supple breasts, making sure to give them a generous squeeze. One that had your breath catching in your throat. You hold his gaze hoping to communicate through your eyes the ever present need for release. The situation was embarrassing as it is, you didn't want to have to ask them to do explicit things to you. Realising this wasn't a dream was making things so much harder. At least if it was a dream you could voice your wants without feeling so guilty.

“Show us how you like pleasuring yourself Rún…We want to watch you make yourself cum..”, Your pleading eyes move back to Witch as you don't think you'll be able to handle that much embarrassment in one day. When she shows you no respite from her evasive hands, you end up hiding your face in your own.

“I-Its too embarrassing…it's my first time doing this in front of someone…”, you whine out pathetically, still continuing to hide your face. But it seems Price is having none of that as he grabs your arms to pin on either side of you as Witch trails her nails over your sensitive body. Goosebumps break out all over your skin when they manhandle you into the position they want you in. Your arms are pinned to your sides as they marvel at your delicate skin, preventing you from escaping from their heated gaze. 

“How are we going to learn to pleasure you if we don't know how you like to touch yourself? If you won't tell us what feels good you'll have to show us in some way”, you whine louder at his words not wanting to do as they say. But all Price does is smirk at you. You could feel his magic vibrating off him as his smoke filled the space around you. Notes of burning wood were entering your senses making your skin prickle and your mind go numb but Witch brushed it away just as quickly as it touched you. Making sure she gave Price a look that screamed ‘no’. 

“I know love I know it's hard …my precious star…my Vega…I want you to feel good…really I do…I want to make you feel good…but I can't do that if you won't say anything to me…please… be my good girl..be our good girl..tell us where you want to be touched.. show us how..”, you gaze at her and listen to the sincerity of her voice. Be good Rún..be good for her..you can do it..you can be good for her..

Your breath comes out labored, as your eyes lock with theirs. The skin where they touched you felt hot and prickly yet all you wanted from them was to be held closer to them. But you also wanted to be good for them. You wanted to earn their praise. 

“Ok…I-I'll try…I'll try to be good for you…”, They smile at you softly before releasing your arms so you can move again. 

Your body felt feverish, like it was burning you from the inside. Yet you could do little about it. Your need was building and there was a sticky mess forming between your spread legs. Your slick pussy was practically drooling from the attention they were giving you. But you wanted Witch's hands on you instead of your own, she even seemed eager to do so. Which you thought was something that would never happen. Maybe if you did a good job showing her what felt good she'll touch you too. 

You feel Price move his arms away from your collarbone to your kneecaps to push them further apart. You whimper at the compromising position you’re put in but decide you can't back out without trying to be good for Witch. They coo and encourage you as you move your hands to where you wanted to be touched most, their keen eyes watching your every move with Witch trailing her hands from your stomach to your breast to roll your nipples between her fingers. 

You gasp at the slight pain as you run your fingers up your slit. Fuck…you were sensitive... The first few touches on your clit were tentative, experimental almost since you didn't know how your body was going to react to the drug. You’re given your answer immediately as your body jolts at the gentle feather-light touches. You watch them both smile as you do as you're told. But you can't handle their inquisitive gaze as you watch them study you so intensely. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to drown out the embarrassment with the electric pleasure you were experiencing through your fingers. Witch's hands abandon your sore nipples the second your eyes closed to instead gently snake a hand around your throat in warning. You let out a low whimper in your throat but still refuse to open them. The hold wasn't enough to cut airflow, not yet anyways. You found that you liked the danger of the threat, that you liked the possibility of a punishment. But only because it was them. You take it as a serious warning when you hear Price growl low in your ear. 

“Eyes on me or Witch, pretty girl…I can be quite mean with disobedient sluts…you wouldn't want to stop now would you?”, you open your eyes hastily when you feel her squeeze your throat tighter at Price's words. The pain felt nice, felt grounding. You felt safe with them.

The sensation was foreign but you found that you liked it. Your eyes dilate when they meet hers, you soak in the most mischievous but gentle expression you've never seen on her face. She could probably tell you liked the impending danger of his warning. She seems to be enjoying having you at her mercy too. You liked being at her mercy, being told what to do. You wanted to shut your brain off for a while, wanted to drift off to a cozy little headspace, somewhere safe.

“You either keep your eyes on Witch or me. If that's too much for you we'll stop, understand?”, a moan slips out first but you end up nodding your head at Price's words. Your eyes stay glued on Witch and her movements as you watch her hands return to the sensitive flesh of your nipples while yours disappear between your shaky legs. Price holds them open to make sure he's soaking in all the information he'll need for later but you're too focused on Witch and your own pleasure to care too much about what he's doing. 

You gaze at Witch's features as you imagine it's her stroking the entrance of your virgin cunt. You imagine her biting her lips when she finally dips two fingers into the tight hole. You imagine her taking her time kissing and caressing every inch of your sensitive body while she looks at you with her gentle eyes. You imagine her long eyelashes fluttering shut when her soft lips finally descend onto yours, determined in stealing your breath away as her tongue clashes with yours. You feel the light stretch and burn of your fingers going in but you keep the thrusts shallow before you curl them to find your weak spot. You needed to cum…like right now before the images leave your mind. Your legs squirm and buck trying to close but Price stays vigilant in his role and keeps your legs spread open on the bed. Your eyes are becoming dazed with your fantasies but despite this you keep them open to gaze at Witch.

"It's like a fountain down here…”, you bite back a moan at Witch's words while continuing to curl your fingers as you bring your other hand down to tap your wet swollen clit before rubbing gentle circles over it. Witch watched on in amusement as the wet sounds of your tight cunt filled the room.  Making sure it was drowning everyone's senses in your sound and smell. Price continued to whisper praises in your ear but it seemed like he was talking to your pussy rather than to you. Going as far as to call ‘her’ a ‘good girl’. You feel yourself gushing further at his words, making the squelch of your juices so much louder. You never had someone talk to your pussy directly like that. 

“Aww look at your pussy gushing at the slightest praise. She's a needy girl isn't she? She's doing such a good job getting wet like that, isn't that right Darlin?”, Price looks directly at Witch when he says that only for her to smirk back at him while her head comes closer to place kisses all over your neck and jawline, occasionally nipping at the skin. More…you needed more…you wanted to be marked… you wanted them to mark you. You wanted to be covered in their claim. 

“Oh it seems this pretty pussy likes Price talking to her”, you gasp as you feel her move away from your marked neck to crouch down and blow cold air onto your clit making your back arch and your legs shake. God..you need more of her attention on you, their attention on you… Price goes from petting your hair to caressing the side of your neck with his thick fingers, making sure to fondly run them over the marks Witch left. 

You feel Witch spread your pussy lips to get a better look at you fingerings yourself. You jolt and involuntarily try to move away but you're held back down by Price as she does it again. Price takes on stroking your face to comfort you while you shiver in his hold. Your clit tingles from the cold air being blown on it, yet it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. You wanted more, needed more. Your head felt fuzzy, your mind drowning in the images of Witch playing with you. At this point you weren't even paying attention to what was happening, something Witch wasn't happy about. But you weren't able to pick up on it, your mind was too cum drunk to think about anything else. 

You feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen. You feel the high impending, getting closer to push you over the edge, to engulf your body in euphoric flames. You work your finger faster anticipating your building climax. Your eyes stay locked with Witch as she whispers things to you but you're too far gone to understand. You're too focused on the shape of her perfect lips, too focused on how they would taste. You wanted them on you, wanted to taste the nectar off them, wanted to drown in her sweetness. You continue working your hand, building up your desire to drown you instead. Your skin felt feverishly hot despite Witch blowing cold air over your leaking cunt. Your legs begin to tremble as your climax nears, your juices gush over your two fingers making them extremely sloppy and uncoordinated, despite this you continue. The squelching sound of your leaking cunt was drowning out any other noise in your head. You try to give your needy clit some attention to push yourself over the edge. But your hands get pulled away gently just as you're about to tap it, just as your about to sent yourself into pure euphoric bliss. You let out a pathetic sob in mostly shock but also hurt. Why did they stop you?

“I’m sorry love..I know I'm sorry.. don't cry Starlight…we'll make you feel better..just hold off a little longer ok…we’ll make it worth the while”, Price whispers down at you while you're on the verge of crying louder. Why did they stop you? Did you do something wrong? Your magic floats around you in betrayal and the pain of being denied release. The air was becoming pressurised and oppressive with your hurt feelings. 

Your eyes flicker from Price to Witch as you try your best to keep the tear at bay. They look at you sympathetically while you try to stop the little hiccups from coming out. But little sniffles come out anyway as you try to understand why they had stopped you from cumming, especially when you were so close. Your skin continues to buzz as the need skyrockets but you have no outlet to relieve the ache. So you're left to squirm in their hold as they continue to soothe you. 

“Im sorry love…I know…I'm sorry..just wait a little longer…We just want you present for this moment…you're too in your head…stay with us luvie…focus on us...”, you watch Witch bring your cum soaked fingers to her lips while you continue to whine. But Price runs his hand down your sternum to help regulate your breathing again. You feel his magic overpower yours to settle your emotions, as he continues to whisper sweet praise in your ear...Maybe you were too in your head… You try to calm your breathing as you focus on Witch enjoying your nectar. You watch her put on a show for you as she works her tongue between the sticky goodness on your fingers, making sure to suckle on them for emphasis. Both you and Price moan at her antics..

“Please I'll be good..promise I'll listen…please let me cum..please”, you beg through your sniffles and tears yet all Price does is coo at you while Witch continues to enjoy your essence on her tongue. You lay there rubbing you thighs together in need, trying to get the pounding in your heart to lessen. You were being good right?...They weren't mad at you right?  Watching her lick your cum off your fingers was a dream come true so at least you had that. You felt her warm wet tongue lap at your cum stained fingers making your neglected cunt clench and drool even further for her. What was she saying before you were about to come? You should have been listening better…idiot…you always fuck things up…

“Let's try this again”, your ears perk up at her words as you watch as she places your clean fingers back onto your clit while Price encourages you to start thrusting your fingers in and out again. Stray tears slip down your face blurring your vision but you follow their movements exactly. Hoping this time you'd do everything they ask of you without fail. Price is back in your ear cooing at your tightly wound up cunt. Giving her much more praise than he's ever given you. Which is slightly upsetting but you can't complain right now. You watch as her loving eyes find yours again. That provided some relief to your heart..She wasn't mad…

“Now…when I ask you a question Rún you answer it ok? My good girl, I know you can do it. Remember to keep your eyes on me”, Witch's hand returns to rub circles around your nipples as she places kisses over your tear stained cheeks.

“Yes ma’am…”, you hiccup through the tremors running across your body while Witch smiles at your response. You watch as she takes Price's place beside your ear while trailing kisses and suckling on your sensitive skin along the way. Price moves away to give her room to leave hickies while he watches on in amusement petting both your head and Witch’s. You get back into a rhythm but everything felt so tightly wound and sore. You were extremely emotional from overthinking and being denied release, to the point where you felt you'd say yes to anything as long as you got to cum, as long as they praised you for being good. If they asked you for your heart you'd rip it out this instant. Your mind, body, soul, everything, you'd give them everything. You just wanted to be good…

“What are you thinking about pretty girl? What's gotten you so deep in thought? Who's the lucky man your eyes are glazed for?”, Witch murmurs in your ear, making sure you hear her this time. You gasp and whimper as she finds a sensitive spot on your neck to suckle on while your mind works overtime to answer her questions. Price watches you both interact with a smirk. Even now Witch didn't believe it was her image your mind was conjuring. Your breath comes out labored gasps at her questions but you still manage to answer. You wanted to be good for her. You will be good for her.

“Not a man…not.. a man”, that's all you can manage for now while your fingers work your orgasm up again. Your tears have dried but your eyes still felt glassy as if you'd start crying again at any second. You hear Price huff out a laugh as he pushes your legs out further giving Witch a better view of your dripping cunt from where she sat. Her nails skimmed from your nipples to your stomach. Leaving a pleasant pain in their wake. But you recognise a threat when you see it. She was going to pull your hand off again if you didn't answer properly.

“Who's the lucky woman then?”, Price chuckles as he leans his toned body over to capture Witch's lips. The image stung your eyes. you wanted it to be you. You wanted Witch's lips on your mouth. You wanted her to be kissing you gently as her fingers found themselves inside you. But it wasn't you, it was never going to be you. Your chest hurts watching them twist their tongues together, you wished you could join them. It felt as if you didn't exist beneath them. Maybe you shouldn't be here..They seem so perfect together, there was no need for you to be here..

The kiss finally breaks with a string of saliva falling between them and onto your chest, which Price rubs into your skin as he smiles at you softly. Witch's eyes find yours and they're just as sweet, you watch here eyes drift to your lips before returning to your eyes. Why was she so good to you?…You only ever cause trouble for her…Your hand had retreated because you were in awe of her beauty. In awe of how lucky you were to be a part of her life. You just wanted to be closer..wanted to be scorched under her heated gaze if that's what it took. She looked as radiant as the sun sitting next to you with her fluffy hair framing her face, falling in beautiful curls down to her waist. 

But your heart still ached and you didn't know when but tears slipped past your waterline again. Maybe it was because you realised you could never truly be with her romantically, not like Price can. She felt like something far out of your reach. The many thousands of times you've dreamt of confessing to Lio you never imagined you'd be compelled to do it while you were drugged. It's not the most romantic thing is it? Yet all you wanted to do right now was pour your heart out for her. The words left your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Lio…I think about loving her…I dream about holding her…”, it's a whisper but you know she heard you because of the shock written all over her face. Her hands freeze on your skin and the seed of regrets enters your heart. But you push it down. It didn't matter if she didn't reciprocate your feelings. She had Price so obviously she didn't need you. But you wanted her to know you loved her. You'll probably never have her gentle hands on your naked body again. But that was ok at least you got to experience it once in your life. You wanted to experience her warmth to the fullest today, despite her not returning your feelings. You just prayed this wasn't the end of your friendship. Not yet.. you weren't ready to leave her just yet..a little longer…just a little longer…

“What exactly about Witch?”, Price asks shifting his position to get better access to you, replacing your hand on your clit while bringing the other towards the breast Witch had stopped playing with. You jolt at his touch as your breathing quickens. He navigated your sensitive areas with precision and ease, like he was an expert in your anatomy. He must have been paying attention..

The pressure was building and you were caged between two warm bodies. It was everything you ever wanted to experience. The warmth and love of someone you care about being reciprocated. Despite the shock, Witch's eyes still held yours gently, while Price continued to do the work for everyone. It didn't seem like he minded though. He kissed your neck while encouraging you to continue voicing your thoughts. While imploring Witch to continue to touch you, which she does without question but her mind was still catching up with her movements. 

“Her warm eyes…I imagine them looking at me…*gasp*”, Price pinches your nipple but you continue as if a dam broke and your words couldn't get out fast enough. Your eyes stay glued to Witch through your spaced out breaths hoping to show your sincerity through them. And also admiring the beauty of her flushed complexion and her rosy lips. 

But your eyes were rapidly becoming blurry again as Price's thick fingers found themselves inside your tight cunt without warning. It was a shock since you weren't expecting it, despite this your body welcomed him greedily. Your walls wrapped around him like a vice, making sure to coat his fingers in your cum. The stretch burned deliciously, much more than your fingers ever have. You buck your hips against his hand trying to gain more friction, trying to get them hit your sweet spot. You wanted to smash your lips on Lio so badly but this wasn't how you wanted your kiss to be like. You wanted it to be more special than this, wanted it to be tender and sweet. Not that you'd get the chance. 

“I imagine her smiling at me as she kisses…fuck!…my lips”, this time the pinch came to the clit almost sending you over the edge but you continued on despite trying to slow Price's fingers down a little so you could think straight for a second. You weren't used to feeling so full, so stuffed. You wondered if your body could ever handle an actual cock or toy. They would be much bigger wouldn't they? Price continues to whisper his encouragement to you while also trying to keep Witch in the present. It seems like her mind was drifting with your words. Her movements were getting sloppy and Price could tell.

“I imagine her…laying me on her bed.. making..love to…me”, your body was on fire just like your mind, but the words just kept spilling from your mouth. Everything was moving too quickly for you to really understand the consequences of what you were saying. You just wanted release. You wanted redemption for all the time you've lost denying yourself love. Tears slip past your waterline again and your vision clears for a second when they fall before more stream down your face. You catch glimpses of Witch looking at you gently but also extremely conflicted. She brought her body closer to yours as you felt Price working you to the edge. Working you to completion by his rough fingers playing with your delicate body. You wanted it, wanted to fall apart, wanted to break completely for them. But you wanted to do it with their permission. Wanted to do it with their approval..

“Please…please can I come?.. *sob* please.. I'll be good.. I swear..*sob..I promise I'll listen.. please…please let me cum?”, your eyes plead to Witch while she caresses you, Price's fingers feverishly try to unravel the knot inside you. Your words brings Witch out of her thoughts as she smiles down at you so sweetly, 

“Cum Rún..you deserve it…my good girl…you did such a good job..our sweet girl..”, you sob as her hand replaces Price's on your clit.”

“Our good girl…cum all over my fingers luv”, Price says, working his fingers much deeper into your sloppy cunt, if that was even possible. Apart from your fast approaching orgasm you felt so soft placed between them. It felt like there was nothing that could truly hurt when you lay in their loving embrace. It's been so long since you felt this all-encompassing form of love, perhaps you did have a place in this world. Even if it was temporary..You wanted to stay here so badly. You wanted to bind yourself to them, even if it was only for a while longer. Please keep me…Please let me stay…Just a little longer..a little longer.. Your mouth moves to cement your wishes before your heart can change its tune.

“Thank you thank you thank you….”, you whisper out in delirium. The first hook that embeds into you is rhapsodic, the warmth lights up your heart like a beacon. Yet you can't get enough. You want more, you needed more. The words drip from your tongue like it's second nature. With each utterance of the words you find your cold heart warming to unbelievable degrees. As if a miniature solar system was forming in your heart with the sun in the center of it. It wasn't enough..you needed more…more…more. You wanted the warmth to submerge you, for it to become unbearable. 

Price watches the gold tethers hook into all of them whilst he helps by keeping your legs open for Witch. He watches your juices spilling out of your fluttering cunt more and more as each tether takes hold in their hearts. Your dazed, mind completely shattered as thank yous roll off your tongue with ease. Your body shakes, twitching from the pinch of the tethers as you try to find something, someone, anyone to hold onto while you fall apart. He takes one hand to the tethers connecting you three to give a gentle tug to help you over the edge.

You feel the tug at your heartstrings. The all encompassing heat that rained down on your flesh and bones. You feel your sanity slipping as the ecstasy floods your senses. As it infects every nerve ending, tugging and pulling until the knot your lower abdomen is wound too tight. Your nerves are burning, sparking like a live wire. You're so close. So incredibly close. 

You feel the second tug shaper this time and so does Witch because she grinds her fingers harder onto your poor sensitive clit giving it a tap as you shudder in their hold. Price isn't happy though, he wanted you to shatter completely for them, wanted you so broken only they could put you together again. You feel him smirk beside your cheek, making sure to give a particularly mean tug this time around, one that he knew would send you over the edge. 

The sharp pain wipes your mind of any coherent thought, blinding white heat engulfs every nerve on your body. Fuck…fuck..fuck! It sends you over the edge as expected. Your body folds, shivering from the intensity. A sob leaves your mouth as you feel your cum soaked walls clamping around his thick fingers trying to push them out. You hear them moan as your shuddering body makes a mess on Price's fingers. As you tremble in their hold, with more thanks yous falling from your lips.

The pain of hooks embedding into your heart was making your body convulse. The knot unwinds and your legs clamp shut with your body seizing. Your body collapses in on itself from the sheer power of your orgasm and pain from the hooks you couldn't stop creating. Your cunt gushes around his fingers like never before, squeezing them as tight as you could. You feel Price removing them rather quickly, his hand instead finding one of yours to steady you. You feel two bodies surrounding you, whispering to you, kissing you while you ride out your high. You never had an orgasm this intense. 

Their gentle hands were keeping your twitching body between them, making sure to hold you close as you cried from release in their arms. The pain only stops when a hand is placed over your mouth to prevent anything from coming out, forcing you to breathe through your nose. Your heart felt full, it felt bound, it felt tied down to your chest. It felt warm. It's been so long since you felt warm. You didn't know what to do with yourself so you just clung to them out of sheer desperation. Your body continued to twitch but hands soon found their way to you trying to caress the tremors away. 

Eventually you go limp in their warm embrace, you feel your eyes drooping, fighting to stay awake. Your body was spent from that single mind shattering orgasm, you don't think you'd be able to handle another one even if you wanted to continue. You cling to them chasing the warmth, not wanting to let go so soon but sleep was invading your mind and you could do little to fight it off. 

“Go to sleep Starlight.. we'll be here when you wake up”, you feel the last few kisses to your skin as they tuck you into bed with them. Gentle whispers are exchanged above you as your eyes finally flutter shut. You wished you could stay here forever…or maybe just a little longer…

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[squishycheekanon]

Viking!Price, Mountain Man!Price, yesssssss yes yes yes to both but also also have you considered. Vampire!Price, and Reader/us waking him up from being sealed by roses (fun fact rose thorns and therefore the bushes by proxy are said to trap vampires in their graves) and he gets attached and maybe it’s a soft!dark! Scenario too with the vampire or Demon!Price that gets summoned at a ritual but, instead of it being from the idiots, it’s from Reader because Reader is the one that’s bleeding in the summoning circle (yes this is like that one post about demons having more sympathy for the victims) and they get bonded as a result

I would definitely go for Vampire Price, I don’t like writing about demons. Honestly this is such a good idea, though I’d tweak it a little and have him put under a spell and wrapped with chains like they did with Michael and Niklaus on TVD. I don’t know why but I always thought that spell was so badass.

Vampire!John Price x Witch!reader sounds like a pretty good pair to me.

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