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When Price was young and left his childhood home, a farm in the middle of nowhere in England, he didn’t enter the military. Instead he moved to London, got a degree and a good career, earning good money. He got you, a human dog hybrid as a pet, after feeling lonely - and you lived your best life for years, spoiled and pampered, Price’s lapdog who got praised at every party. Loved and fucked every night.
That was until Price decided to return to his roots and go back to farming - dragging you along to the middle of nowhere, away from all the wonders of the big city. Expecting you to accept this sudden change in lifestyle and pretend to be a farm dog. Bad luck however, because you fucking hated it, and became more and more unruly.
In hopes of getting you to calm down and to keep his live-stock and farm safe, Price then got three working dog hybrids - and all at once, your life was even worse than before.
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11 Dec 2025
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After finding out about Shepherds betrayal, Ghost is sent to raid his residence. What he finds there is too good to resist.
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10 Dec 2025
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When you finally untangle yourself from the leash snaked around your ankles and get a grip, you’re met with a man.
He is, without exaggeration or hyperbole, the most handsome man you have ever seen. And you mean man in the truest sense of the word, like something out of a Clint Eastwood film or 80s softcore porn or your own primordial, cavewoman fantasies. He clears six feet, easy. Dark hair and even darker eyes, thick with muscle and a light sheen of sunburn. He has no shirt on. God. Aren’t there public indecency laws to prevent this sort of thing?
Of course he doesn’t have a shirt on, your intellect screams at your libido. You’re at the fucking beach.
This does not bode well for you.
It’s not until you drag your eyes away from the thickness of his beard—the slightest bit of silver is coming in at his chin—that you notice a child clinging to his legs, a little girl wearing a bright yellow swimsuit and carrying a plastic shovel.
or: A New England summer with a man from across the pond.
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09 Dec 2025
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it's icky but it's all we've got by pricegotmedickmatized
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
24 May 2025
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your wishful thinking was halted when his words played back in your head. “Wait. You had a copy of my key made? What the fuck, why?”
“Because apparently you can’t be fucking trusted on your own. You call this sort of behavior ‘fine’.” his jaw ticked again, grinding his teeth. “You’re failing two classes, you drink like an alcoholic, you’re at the bloody club more than you’re home, always grinding on some fucking stranger without a thought in that pretty head about your own goddamn safety-”
“Oh my god!” a hot flush rose to your cheeks, embarrassment and more…complicated emotions roiling inside of you. “I’m not an alcoholic, you fucking judgmental asshole, just because a girl goes to the club and lets off a little steam doesn’t mean she’s angling for a spot on Girls Gone Wild, what’s wrong with you?! And how do you know my grades, you freak?”
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