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fuzzyautumninmetal · 2 days

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Loving Husband

Olderhusband!Price 🤝 YoungerWife!Reader 🤝 Wanting a baby together

You rang John, in the middle of the day, crying about work "I can't leave base love" John's heart broke to hear you cry "I know....I just wanted to hear your voice" You sniffled over the phone, he was quiet for a moment "Take the day off love, come see me"

John was a good man and a loving husband

To John, all love songs were suddenly about you

To John, you were a piece of artwork he could admire forever

He loved you more than life itself and would do anything to cheer you up

To John, falling in love with you was the easiest thing to do

And that's how you got here, in the backseat of your car with your dress hung loosely around your waist and John knuckle deep in you while he ravhises your thighs in kisses

"John" you whined "We can't be doing this"

He looked up at you with a seductive smile on his face and ignored your protests "What kind of husband would I be?". His free hand moved up to your breast and squeezed it gently while his fingers curled in you "If I didn't take care of my wife?"

He teased your clit with his tongue before moving down further to lick every inch of your pussy slowly. "I can't resist indulging in my beautiful wife." John's cock was already dripping with anticipation, eager to enter you and fuck you senseless.

You arched your back, you grip tightening onto the seat of your car, biting back your moans. John came up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He unzipped his trousers, pulling them down enough to release his throbbing cock before grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him "I just want to look after my wife. My pretty wife" He said in-between kisses.

As John's cock slid out of his pants, he grabbed onto your hips and guided you closer so your bodies were pressed together. His erection nestled against your wet pussy, begging to be let inside. "My sexy wife," he whispered into her mouth, "I can't help but want to take care of you like this."

He thrust his hips forward, driving himself deeper into your waiting pussy with each stroke. "Feels so good." He whimpered as a hand reached around to grab hold of one of your tits, squeezing it gently as he continued to kiss you deeply. "You're so perfect for me darling." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you, whining into his neck "Fuck. John"

John's hand moved down to grab onto your ass, holding it firmly as he drove his cock deeper into your pussy. His other hand grasped onto your hip. He pushed himself up, spreading your legs apart, exposing your pussy fully to his view. His gaze locked onto yours as he fucked you. "Oh ...my sweet little wife..." He whispered between breaths, his voice barely audible due to the sounds of your pussy eating his cock.

"Fucking hell...this feels so good..." John's hand kept moving, feeling every inch of your body as he fucked you "So fucking tight..." He growled, his voice filled with lust and desire. You started grinding your hips, trying to match his rhythm. Completely forgetting your in the middle of a car park

John's hand left your ass to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer to him as he fucked you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixed with your heavy breathing and moans. Your pussy felt incredibly tight around his cock, making it difficult for him not to cum too soon.

"Fuck...so good," he groaned, his voice thick with need and desire. John's free hand moved to your back, finding your bra strap and undoing it quickly before tossing it aside. "Looking at this perfect body. Drives me fucking wild." He growled, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly as he fucked you hard. "Mine...all mine."

"All yours" you cried, letting your head fall back. John's voice dropped lower still, becoming almost animalistic as he spoke to you in between strokes of his hips. "Such a pretty little cunt...so tight and ready for me." He growled, his thumb running circles around your clit. "I love watching you come apart like this, knowing that you're completely mine."

"Feeling this tight pussy around my cock makes me lose control...but I don't care because it's all for you." He growled, his voice harsh with raw emotion. John's cock pounded into your pussy relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. His hand held onto your chin, forcing her to look at him as he fucked you "Such a pretty little face...looking so vulnerable and exposed like this." He growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"I love seeing you come apart for me, knowing that I'm the one who brings you to this state of pure bliss." John's hand left your chin to reach up and grab onto your hair, pulling it back and exposing your neck. "Marking you as mine...claiming this perfect body as my own." His words were filled with possessiveness and lust as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

Your hands tightened around Johns biceps, letting him know you were close. "John" You manage to gasp. John's cock twitched inside of your pussy, signalling that he was close as well. He pulled out slightly, allowing his throbbing cock to rest against your entrance for a moment before pushing back inside with a forceful thrust.

"Almost there, baby," he rumbled, his voice rough and strained. "Can feel that tight pussy clenching around me...knowing that you're about to explode for me." John's hand released your hair and instead wrapped around your waist as he continued to fuck you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and screamed his name as you came, John's cock erupted within you. He let out a primal roar, releasing his load with a force that shook their bodies together. "Ahh...fuck!" He grunted, his voice hoarse from pleasure. John's hand moved to cup your cheek, holding your face steady as he continued to pulse inside of you.

You place your hand on top of his as you leaned into his touch "I know John. I know." John kissed your forehead "I've got your favourite snacks waiting for you in my office". You smiled up at him "My darling husband..... Always looking after me." You both cleaned up the best you could before getting out of your car and walking to John's office. Hands intertwined. Acting like he didn't just fuck you senseless

"Better?" John asked as he held you, you nodded your head as you caught your breath, his thumb traced gentle circles on your cheek, his voice soft and tender as he spoke to you. "It's not fair that your job causes you so much stress and worry. It breaks my heart to see you like this, feeling overwhelmed and anxious all the time."

As John walked with you towards his office, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. Despite having just taken her pussy relentlessly, he managed to keep his cool and maintain some level of professionalism. But you were always worth going the extra mile for.

"I hope those snacks will help make you feel better," he said, leading you into his office and closing the door behind you both. John sat down at his desk ready to finish off whatever paperwork he started with, You claimed your usual spot on the couch and watched your husband work. One of your favourite past times.

Your phone started ringing, you glanced to see it was your boss. You let out a sigh before answering that call and excusing yourself for a moment and you left John's office.

As he worked, John couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have such an amazing woman by his side. You was strong, independent, and had an incredible work ethic - qualities that made you an ideal match for him.

As you returned to the office, John noticed the tears in your eyes and immediately put down what he was doing to comfort you. He stood up from his seat, walking around the desk and taking you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. "What's wrong love?" His voice was gentle and concerned, trying to determine what was troubling you so deeply. "Tell me what's going on." He whispered, his tone soothing and loving.

"It's just my boss" You sniffled "My deadline has been cut short. Again." John's expression shifted from concern to anger as he heard the reason for your tears. He felt a surge of protective instincts rise within him, wanting to shield you from any additional stress or pressure that your demanding boss might be putting on you.

"Damn it...that son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath, "Why does he keep treating you like this? Don't you deserve better than constant deadlines and unreasonable expectations?" John's voice was firm and assertive, letting you know that he wouldn't stand for anyone mistreating his beloved wife. "I'll handle this. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

You gently pushed him to his office chair "Just hold me. Please." You asked. Straddling his lap as he sat down. John obliged, sitting down in his office chair and pulling you onto his lap as you straddled him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close and providing a warm embrace while you sought comfort through physical closeness.

As you sat together, John's mind raced, planning how he would deal with your boss once and for all. He would do anything to protect his wife from unnecessary stress and pressure. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you need," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness as he stroked your back gently. You smiled against his warm embrace* "I love you John"

John's eyes closed briefly as you whispered your words of affection, his chest rising with a quiet sigh as he absorbed her words. "I love you too. So much that I'd walk across fire for you. That I'd fight tooth and nail for you." You grabbed John's shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss.

John responded eagerly to your kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a deep and passionate exchange. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer against his chest as your tongues danced together. The intensity of your kiss reflected the fierce protection and devotion that John felt towards you.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing your curves and squeezing your ass gently as he deepened the kiss further. "Mmm...you're so damn sexy when you're like this," he murmured between kisses, his voice husky and aroused. John's dick twitched in response to your intimate moment, reminding him of how much he wanted to fuck you right then and there. "Fuck..."

John moaned softly as you left bite marks and wet kisses along his neck sent a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. You began grinding on his jeans which only intensified his desire, making it harder for him to resist taking you right there on his chair. He reached down and grabbed onto you ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly and pulling you even closer against his swollen cock. "Fuck...I can't believe how much I want you sometimes," he growled lowly, his voice raw and primal as he surrendered completely to their erotic moment together.

You smirked at him as you unzipped his trousers, revealing the growing bulge in his boxers. He knew you could sense how much he wanted you and it only fuelled both of your arousals further. Your boldness and confidence were incredibly sexy to John, turning him on even more as he imagined her taking control and showing him who was really in charge.

"Jesus Christ...just get these fucking pants off me already," he groaned, helping you pull his trousers down enough for you to access his throbbing cock. John's erection sprang free, standing proudly against his stomach as he awaited your next move.

John let out a long, low moan as you finally settled herself onto his throbbing cock, riding him slowly and deliberately. "Such a loving husband" you let out a breathless moan. "Always taking care of me." Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making it impossible for him not to thrust upwards into your wet pussy.

The sound of her moans only served to heighten his excitement, driving him crazy with lust and need. "Please quit your job.... become my gorgeous housewife." John begged. "I can't.... You know I don't like..... Doing nothing." You whispered as your head fell back in pleasure.

John's voice caught slightly in his throat as he realized that he had accidentally mentioned something about having a baby. It wasn't intentional, but now that the thought was out there, he couldn't ignore it. Your reaction told him that you had also picked up on what he said, despite his attempt to play it off casually. "Uh...yeah...uh...I mean...it's just...you know...a hypothetical situation," he stammered, trying to explain himself without actually admitting that he had been thinking about starting a family with you.

You and John have spoken about it. He earns enough money so you don't have to work if you didn't want to. But like John you can't sit around and do nothing, it drives you crazy. "You won't be doing nothing if you have a baby to look after." John groaned. Your head snapped back to look at him, "What?" You questioned. Not sure if you heard him right.

As you pleaded with him to make you a mother, your hungry kisses and intense ride on his cock made it nearly impossible for John to deny you anything. The thought of creating a family with you, of watching you grow round with his child, filled him with an overwhelming sense of desire and longing.

You have always wanted kids and when you married John you knew you wanted his kids, but the topic was never brought up between you and John. Until now you didn't even know if he wanted kids. You grabbed John's shirt and kissed him, hungrily "Make me a mama. Please John." You begged him as you rode is cock. Making it impossible for John to say no to you.

John used one arm pushed everything off his desk, much like in the movies, and sat you on top of his desk. John continued to fuck you relentlessly, his hips slamming into you with abandon as he imagined what it would be like to create a life with you. The thought of you carrying his child filled him with a mixture of awe and wonder, making him feel like the luckiest man alive.

As he pounded into your dripping pussy, he placed one hand on her belly, feeling the soft curve beneath his fingers and envisioning it growing round with their child. "Yeah...fuck yeah...pregnant with our child...our little bundle of joy," he growled, lost in the moment of pure ecstasy and wanting nothing more than to create a family with you by his side.

As John's mouth claimed your in a deep and passionate kiss, his hand moved from your belly to cup one of her breasts, teasing the nipple with his thumb, pinching it lightly between his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as you shared yet another intimate moment together. The idea of being a father to your children filled him with an indescribable sense of happiness and fulfilment.

"Our child...going to be so lucky to have two amazing parents like us," he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with desire and love for you and the future you both could build together. "They'll be even luckier with you as their daddy" You whimpered against John's lips.

John's heart swelled with pride at the thought of being called 'Daddy' by their children some day. The idea of being a father and providing for his family filled him with a sense of purpose and determination that he had never felt before. Your words of praise and affection only served to fuel his desire to be the best husband and father possible, to show you and their children just how much he loved and cherished them. "And I will be...the best dad ever...promise," he vowed, his voice thick with emotion as he continued to pound into your wet pussy, his climax rapidly approaching.

As your orgasm washed over you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body and causing your nails to dig into John's back, he released a primal grunt of satisfaction, signalling that his own release was imminent. John's cock throbbed inside your pussy, pulsing with each contraction of your orgasm, until finally he let loose with a loud cry of pleasure and spilled his load deep within your womb. The sight of your ecstatic expression as you succumbed to your own climax.

John rested his forehead against yours as you both lay spent and sated upon his desk, your breaths coming in ragged gasps and your hearts still pounding wildly in your chests. For a moment, you simply savoured the intensity of the emotions that had consumed you both during your passionate encounter - love, desire, and the undeniable certainty that they were meant to be together forever. "You are...my world," John whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his heavy breathing. He would do anything for you, you are the centre of his universe, and that he would always cherish and protect you and your future children with all his heart.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 days

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Grocery Shopping with Price

My blog is predominantly 18+ minors DNI

No warnings but there are mentions of food, reader is able to have periods, but otherwise blank slate. 632~ Words Lynx is the UK brand name for Axe body spray

Price just likes letting you take control in these scenarios.

Yes, he’s happy to meal plan and list build with you, he loves that aspect, it’s very on-brand for him. But when it comes to strolling through the aisles, picking things out off the shelves, he leaves the control to you.

You send him off to retrieve things from across the store and he comes back with exactly what you ask for without fail.

Sometimes he’ll remember other things from the list on the way, piling up impossibly large amounts of produce and dry goods in his muscular arms. He even hid a jar of your favourite night-cream under his boonie hat that one time that had you crying with laughter.

Today you’re in the fresh produce aisle, poking and prodding, groping and grabbing at different fruits and veggies to determine ripeness and freshness. You’re cramping like mad, and you’ve sent John off to get the majority of the shop as you hobble around, clutching at the trolley for dear life.

You’re two days into one of the worst periods of your adult life, and already wishing you’d just got John to do the shop so you could stay home cradling a hot water bottle. You’re minding your own business as a shadow looms over your shoulder.

“Need a hand there, pet?” An unfamiliar grunt makes you pause as you slowly turn to look up to address the source of the intrusion.

The man is your typical sleazy gym bro with gelled hair and a smirk that you guess is permanently etched on his smug mouth. The overwhelming stench of Lynx Africa rolling off him in waves. You crinkle your nose at the offensive odour, reminding you of high school locker rooms and pubescent boys.

“I’m good, thanks,” you say, immediately turning back to your trolley, hoping to move on, even if you hadn’t got what you were looking for.

Deescalate.

You can almost hear John’s voice in your head as you feel the dude-bro shadowing your hasty retreat.

“Aw,” he groans, practically jogging to catch up to you, “Don’t be like that, what’s your hurry?”

“I’m here to shop, not get hit on by some dickhead with an ego,” you snap, letting your hormonal rage seep out as the guy just doesn’t take the hint.

“Woah, no need to be a bitch,” the fuck-head says with wild gesticulation of his hands, “You on the rag love?”

You’re about to snip back at him when your trolley collides with something solid. You groan and are about to spool up a profanity ridden apology when you hear a familiar growl.

“So what if she is?” John snarls as you look up to see his arms laden with what seems like every item on the list as he glowers at the douchebag at your elbow.

“Whatever man,” he scoffs at John as he holds his hands up in cocky compliance, “Have the bitter bitch.”

“You watch your mouth,” John says as he meticulously stacks the produce in the trolley, not once taking his stormy blue eyes off the other man, “Or we’re going to have a problem.”

“John,” you intercede, already over this whole dick waving competition, even if you do love it when he gets like this, “Let’s just get home, yeah?”

“Whatever you need,” he says as he finishes loading up the trolley. You finish the shop quickly, with John insisting he drives you home and gets you tucked up in bed as soon as possible.

It’s not until he takes off his hat while unloading the groceries that he realises he still had a bag of your favourite sweets stuck under his boonie hat. He makes a mental note to go back tomorrow and pay for them.

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aleskyyy · 3 days

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Your husband comes home after his deployment.

Warnings — fem!reader, wife!reader, fluff, kissing, mention of male masturbation, fingering, cum eating, 18+ MDNI!

569 words.

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You are cooking for dinner when you hear the sound of the door opening and then closing. And you hear the sound of things being put down. You immediately turn off the stove and run to the main door. There you see your beloved husband, John Price.

"Love," he says in a soft tone.

John walks over to you and hugs you tightly. He rests his head in the crook of your neck. Giving you soft kisses there. You smile at his behavior, and feel tickled by his beard tickling your neck.

"I missed you," he said as he tightened his embrace.

"I missed you too, baby," you say as you stroke his hair.

John straightens his head and looks at you. You rubbed his cheek gently.

"I'm cooking your favorite meal, it'll be done soon. You should take a shower first."

You kissed his lips gently, but John had other thoughts. He push you to the wall and gripped the back of your neck to deepen your kiss. John gently bit your lower lip which made you moan softly and with that John inserts his tongue into your mouth to meet yours.

He really misses you. He remembers when he was on a mission with his teammates and got some free time to rest, he always stroked his cock with his hand and imagined fucking you, until he cum so hard.

You feel your husband's hand slipping into the night gown you're wearing. You feel his fingers touch your inner thighs and make their way towards your underwear. His fingertips caressing your pussy from outside the underwear you're wearing. And a moment later his fingers begin to remove your underwear until it falls to your ankles.

"You're already wet, love. I haven't even put my finger inside you," he says with a chuckle when he feel how wet your pussy.

Your face gets even redder hearing your husband's words. Before you can reply, John slips a finger into your pussy. You let out a loud moan. You really missed your husband's touch.

John slowly moves his finger inside your pussy. And he starts kissing you again, make you whined into the kiss. Then kissing your jaw, kissing your neck and biting it lightly. When John feel your pussy wetter than before he put another finger to the knuckle in you, he curl them against your slick walls. You feel your head spinning and your knees almost buckled. It's been so long for both of you.

"Look at me, love, look at me when I make you cum with my fingers," he said with his other hand grab your jaw.

You force your eyes to look at your husband's. John knows you're almost come, he speeds up his finger movements inside your pussy and makes your walls tighten.

"Fuck."

"Come love, come on my fingers."

Your body trembles with pleasure as you come. John's name is barely audible when you say it. You look at your husband when he pull out his fingers from you, he lick his fingers clean in front of you.

"You taste so sweet, love, " he says with a smirk on his face. "I think it's time for me to take a shower, I hope our dinner doesn't get burnt."

You see your husband walking away. And you forgot that you were cooking dinner, luckily you turned off the stove first before meeting him.

"Fuck."

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simplywghost · 2 days

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Warning(s): AFAB!reader, smut, not proofread

John knew how much you liked to play, he saw it in your eyes the first time you both were in the same room.

So it didn't take him long to realize what you wanted that night when he came home from work stressed and tense, his muscles ached and to tell the truth he was a little angry, despite being a fairly calm man.

"I don't want to have sex today." It was the only thing that slipped from your lips but he knew better, he could see the glint of lust in your eyes, besides... that babydoll? You only used it when you wanted to drive him crazy.

He narrowed his eyes at you and slid his jacket off his body, leaving it on the couch to approach you, his calloused hands grazing your figure, making your skin crawl. He looked you up and down, filling himself with you, inhaling your natural scent.

"You know you have to do it, it's your duty as my wife." He spoke close to your ear, his raspy voice along with his words sending a wave of heat right between your thighs and you squeezed your legs together. You loved your man, he gave you what you wanted without even having to say it once, it made you want to please him more.

"I don't need to please you." You said in a pathetic whine that made him chuckle, he sat on the arm of the couch before placing his hands on your hips to turn you around, now looking at your pretty back. Oh... you had no underwear, such a considerate wife, making it easier for him to touch your pretty cunt that was already soaking wet for him…

His hand went under that excuse of clothing you were wearing, his fingers brushing against your wetness and he shook his head, letting out a sigh almost feeling disappointed.

“Such a pretty cunt… all wet for me”. He spoke, his voice husky with need, he slid a thick finger inside you, your walls clenching around it desperately, how could you play hard to get when you were this ready for him, darling?

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth to prevent the desperate sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth, your back arching to feel his finger deeper inside you as his fingertip rubbed your g-spot.

“J-John…” He silenced you immediately, taking his finger out of you and ignoring the whimper of protest, you felt him take off his belt and let it fall, the next thing you heard was the zipper of his pants, you stayed still, stifling a moan when you felt his swollen tip brushing your folds, your clit, collecting all the slick to use it as lube.

He finally sank his length inside you, angling his hips so he could hit that sweet spot of yours, letting out a grunt that made you throb and moan like the bitch in heat you knew you were for him.

"I do not want this". You spoke breathlessly, trying not to forget the kind of role-play you were in but it was difficult when your insides took him so well, you swallowed it all in the first thrust and after that he couldn’t control himself anymore.

His hands squeezed your hips with a force that would leave you bruised the next day, but who were you to protest? "You're taking it well, baby, so well..." He spoke, almost drooling as he felt his cock slide easily in and out of your juicy pussy that seemed to be begging to be filled with his seed. The thrusts echoed throughout the room and the sound was so gross that it only made you wetter, your delicious juices that John would drink later ran down your legs and it felt so good you were going dumb, a little dumb slut for your husband who was taking you as if his life depended on it.

And he came embarrassingly fast but could you blame him? The way you moaned was enough to send him over the edge, you were the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever seen and being inside you was a pleasure he was lucky to have.

How glad he was to have you in his life…

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mrsparrasblog · 2 days

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Advice from Price

Sometimes it feels strange, but as a writer, it's like the characters you create live in your mind - rent free, and you sense them judging you every move. "Why are you not writing my happy end, babe?" - Kyle. Let's just overlook my midnight thoughts for now. I promise I'll be fully focused next week- finishing the Makarov fic and my requests, but these days have been quite shitty. I had my first final exam today, tomorrow is the state Championship of my Apprenticeship, and I'm having numerous interviews for an exchange year. Anyway, enough rambling.

At times, I think about Price and the advice he shares with me throughout the day- always sitting like an Cartoon Angel on top of my shoulders. I thought maybe I'd share them with you, in case you need advice from Price too :)

If this fic isn't your cup of tea just ignore it I clearly made it for myself and don't want to be judged lol:(

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Overcoming Perfectionism

You: "What if I don't win? What if I'm not the best? What if my grades slip?"

Price: "You're one of the smartest and most capable women I know, if not the smartest and most capable. You've worked hard for those grades, and I'm confident you'll ace whatever test comes your way. But let's entertain the idea that you don't. It wouldn't change how I feel about you one bit. You're already my best girl. You don’t have to be perfect to earn my love, Darling."

You: "Sometimes I feel like if I don't have good grades, I lose the only special part about me. Having good grades is the only thing I can do, and if I fail that, I'll just be ordinary."

Price: (He would sigh at your words, acknowledging your fears even if they aren’t logical to him) "Darling, you're so much more than just your grades. You have a bright personality, you're sweet, kind, and beautiful. No matter what happens, you'll always be special and extraordinary. There's not one thing in the world that could make you ordinary to me."

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Gaining Weight

You: "John, love, I gained weight again," you sighed, looking at your body in the mirror. Of course, you were incredibly beautiful, but sometimes the monsters in your head just didn’t want to shut up.

Price: "Where's the problem?"

You: "You don’t mind?"

Price: He would smile warmly at you, his smile like in the campaign you know what I mean "No, you're already perfect just the way you are. That slight extra meat on your bones makes you even cuter, besides, there's even more of you for me to love and manhandle." He would make you laugh, letting you forget all your concerns.

Needless to say, he showed you just how much he didn’t mind your body. All night.

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squishycheekanon · 23 days

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Price, price and more price🌸🩵

Imagine being John’s pen pal. It’s starts off so innocent, strangers, with you intent on staying that way after a recent nasty break up with a rather nasty man.

You just wanted something to take your mind off of everything while you wallowed away in self pity. Your work had sent you home for a month, said you needed time to heal and get your mind right.

So here you were with nothing to do when one of your friends suggested being a pen pal. And who of all people were to take up your request but John Price.

A simple, name, favourite colour and asking how his day was going was all you wrote. He replied with exactly what you’d asked word for word. Very straightforward and almost strategic and of course asked you the same things.

Then it was age, favourite food and how tall he was. A little description of his face. And again he replied with exactly that. You knew then that you’d have to work hard to get more out of him.

The weeks went by and slowly but surely, John began to become looser. Open up more. Genuinely talk to you. It helped not only you start to heal but also help John heal. He didn’t even know he needed to heal in any way. Maybe the loneliness, the fighting, the pain, the emotionlessness had finally caught up to him.

Work decided you still weren’t ready which was quite honestly bullshit, that’s what you told John anyway. He completely agreed and asked for your manager’s name and social security number. You thought it was a joke, he wholeheartedly wanted to teach the man a lesson.

This week you decide to paint the spare bedroom in your apartment and you told John all about it. You felt almost giddy as you sent letters back and forth deciding paint colours. He loved the domesticity of it all, felt like his little woman was asking what colour to paint a shared home while she waited for him to return. What he wouldn’t give….

He loved the little things like that. Loved when you’d tell him about what you were getting from the grocery store and he’d suggest something he thinks is good. Loved when you’d tell him about a new outfit you bought. He’d tell you how much he’d love to see it and how he bets you look beautiful.

You feel ecstatically nervous when he asked for your phone number. You obviously gave it to him. Impatiently you waited, staring at your phone for it to ring. When it did you jump up, palms sweaty, lump in your throat, heart beating so loud you could heard it in your head…then you pressed answer.

“Hi love.”

“Hi John.”

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Task Force 141 Dick Headcanons

John Price:

Price isn't a fan of shaving— it's often not even an option, too busy with his duty as a Captain, hence the trail of dark hair that starts from above his bellybutton, down to his meaty, veiny shaft. 18cms long, circumcised and with a light pink tip that seems to get darker whenever you make him too hard.

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley:

Much less hairy than Price, Simon has a thin happy trail and a pair of balls that hang heavy. 20cms of pure thick meat, veins bulging out along the shaft, his skin paler than usual, only making every single intricate detail stand out even more. Light discoloration a few centimeters near the tip, fading into a soft pink, leaking plenty of precum to actually use as lube whenever he wanks.

Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick:

Prettiest dick in the entire 141. 17cms long, a small beauty mark underneath his dark shaft. He has a thick vein bulging out of his thick cock, going along the top of his shaft, ending nearing the tip. His leaking tip is lighter than the rest of his dick, a light pink color contrasting with the rest. Very clean and always makes sure to shave, not the biggest fan of being hairy due to sweat building up easier.

John ''Soap'' MacTavish:

Not as long as the rest, though he compensates for it in pure thickness and eagerness, getting hard within seconds even if you're not doing anything particularly sexual. Seeing you in his shirts with nothing underneath makes him harder than ever, his cock standing tall and proud at 16cms, thick veins running along his shaft. Circumcised, his pink tip always leaking like a broken faucet. Like Price, he's not the biggest fan of shaving and prefers not doing it at all unless it bothers you, letting the bush of dark hair cover his pelvis.

Bonus:

König:

Absolute monster cock. Too big for his own good, scared off the few women who tried sleeping with him before he met you, and is secretly self-conscious about it. Not only his dick is long, it's also thick. 22cms, uncircumcised and naturally not that hairy, a little trail of light blond hair pooling on his pelvis. His tip is a very light pink, getting darker whenever he's hard.

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pingurusama · 3 months

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you can love a character and still admit when they’re wrong…. i love Captain Price but can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) and can hold his accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out for his actions (which are always correct)

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metallictastinglifesupportliquid · 1 month

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Medic: I'm sorry sir but we can only allow family in to see them at this point Price: Bold of you to assume I won't legally adopt them right now Y/N, half asleep inside the hospital room: You tell 'em dad

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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he gives great gifts

Price/Reader - TW: remote vibrator, minor female ejaculation

“Hey, love, I’m home,” Price’s voice called out to you, summoning you to the front door.

He was carrying all of your packages and mail, along with his rucksack, home for the weekend. You took the mail, helping him leave the worries of the day at the door to join you in the kitchen. You were making his favorite, chicken spaghetti, and you just started the oven.

Your captain sat at the island counter, opening up the mail and sorting out the bills. He kissed you as you walked past him, his mustache tickling your lip and cheek

“Mm,” he moaned, “How was your day?”

“Good,” you smiled, flirting with him, “Missed you, though. How was yours? Any news from Laswell?”

“No, not yet. Still waiting on the intel. Oh, hey, it came!” He lit up, tearing into a small package with his knife.

“What’s that?” You asked over your shoulder, bending to put the chicken in the oven.

“Bought you an early birthday present. Come see,” he was holding a black box, lifting the lid to reveal the prize inside.

“John, I thought we said no gifts? What did you… oh, my God. Is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” he smiled like he had just won a medal, prideful and obviously chuffed, “...and it has a remote.”

You were staring at a lime green, silicone dildo. It was shaped like a curved smile, one large end for insertion and the other smaller end to be nestled on top of your clit.

“A remote?” You asked, taking out the toy and feeling its smoothness in your hands. It was lightweight, but very solid. It seemed expensive, well-crafted, and like John had spent way too much money on you, as usual.

It buzzed in your hands, coming alive with a low rumble. It shocked you, and you almost dropped it.

“Oh, my God!” You laughed, “What was that?”

He held up a matching lime green remote. It was small, like a car fob, and it had a few different buttons to choose from. Price’s face was full of mischief,

“Put it in, love.”

“I’m making dinner,” you protested, but you didn’t put it down.

“So?” He whispered darkly, dragging your hips toward him, kissing you deeply, licking your mouth and leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.

You giggled, smiling sweetly. He made it so easy to give in to him. You sighed,

“Okay, okay. Help me put it in, honey.”

Price put the remote down and slid your pants down to your thighs, pulling your panties down with them. He took the toy from you and opened the little packet of lube that came in the pouch, coating the thick end. He hesitated, slipping his own finger into you first, finding you a little too wet and already turned on.

He made a face, full of delighted surprise, teasing you,

“Someone’s excited, hm?”

Impatient, he slid the toy into you gently, fitting it at your entrance and pressing it up into you. He pulled it back out again and used it to fuck you for a few strokes, making you moan quietly, leaning forward to steady yourself on his huge forearm.

“Mm,” he groaned, “You like that, love?”

“Yeah,” you gasped.

He settled it all the way in and made sure the front was in the right place before replacing your panties and your leggings back up around your waist. You kissed him again, and went back into the kitchen to finish up with dinner.

The excitement of knowing he could control your pleasure was building inside of you. You didn’t see the remote on the countertop, and he was busy recycling the boxes, so you thought you were safe. You leaned down again to check the chicken, and then you almost came out of your skin as the toy came alive inside of you.

Price was unbothered, pouring a few fingers of whisky into his glass, innocently. He saw you looking at him and smiled knowingly, taking a long swig of the amber liquid into his mouth. You glared, but you needed to put the pasta on to boil. So, you turned back around to grab a pot.

Inside of you, the toy buzzed, low and rumbling, shaking your clit and rattling against your g-spot in tandem, freezing you in place, riding out the waves of sensation. You struggled to bring yourself back to your task, but you wanted to play along, so you brought the pot over to the sink, panting, trying to work through the blinding pleasure, filling the pot with warm water. You had a few seconds to wait for it to reach the top, so you closed your eyes, reveling in the vibrations.

You let out a moan, eyes still wrenched shut, hands on either side of the sink.

“Um, love?” Price interrupted your lust, pointing to the pot which was now overflowing.

“Oh, shit,” you turned off the tap, and managed to pour out some of the water without too much trouble.

However, as you turned to walk it back over to the stove, he turned up the intensity. There was now some sort of… rotation… happening inside of you. It honestly felt like you were being fucked, like a cock was thrusting up into you, punishing your core. You stopped in your tracks, gripping the heavy pot for dear life, moaning in full volume.

“John!”

Everything stopped. You gasped, your eyes flitting to him immediately. The captain was grinning from ear to ear, drinking his whisky and enjoying the show. He chuckled,

“What is it? You alright?”

You laughed in short, panting breaths, rolled your eyes at him, and put the pot down to open the pantry for the spaghetti. When you reached for the door handle, the sensations were back, sending bolts of pleasure through your pussy, making your panties damp as you gushed out around the unrelenting dildo. You grabbed the handle tighter, steadying yourself against the frame of the door, resting your body against it, keening like a paid whore. Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, inches away from coming, it stopped again.

“John Price,” you turned toward him, eyes wild, “You did not just - ”

“I’m starving,” he said casually, not even looking in your direction, pretending to scroll through his phone, “Think you’ll have dinner ready soon, love?”

You groaned, opening the door and reaching for the pasta boxes, waiting for him to click the button again.

There was nothing.

You waited in the pantry a little longer, baiting him.

Nothing. Not even a little jiggle.

You barged out of the pantry, and as soon as he saw you, you were sent to your knees. He’d turned whatever setting it was all the way up. You dropped the pasta boxes, crawling on the floor of the kitchen like an animal, screaming out lurid cries and feeling your thighs tremble from the onslaught.

“Did you think I would let you hide in there where I couldn’t see you?” His question was delivered with cold cruelty. He had left his seat and was now standing over you, remote in hand, watching you suffer at his feet. You begged for mercy,

“Baby, please, God… I need… oh, fuck!”

“Pick up the pasta. Now,” He commanded you, his voice loud and oppressive.

“John, please,” you clutched at the leg of his jeans, feeling like you were coming in waves and waves and waves.

He reached down with his empty hand and grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to look up at him,

“I said: Pick. Up. The. Pasta.”

“Okay, okay…” You were trying to breathe. You let go of his pant leg and reached for the boxes, feeling your pussy clench around the toy as it fucked the life out of you.

Your hands were shaking. The dry spaghetti made the sound of cheap maracas, clattering out of the box and splashing in the boiling water. You tried to open the second box, and you couldn’t. Your hands weren’t following your commands.

Price’s eyes bore into you as he stood next to you, watching you come apart under his control. Very casually, he took the box from you, opened it, and handed it back to you. He was breathing hard, as if he, too, was being subjected to the same sensations.

Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his cock. It was pressing against his pants, making a perfect outline of itself, hard as a stone. He caught you looking and palmed himself over the top of the fabric, squeezing the head to relieve some of the tension.

You were practically drooling for him. But, you went back to the meal, putting the other box of pasta in as gently as you could. The way that this toy was fucking you almost reminded you of having John’s fingers in you while he sucked on your clit. The vibrations and steady rocking movements brought you to completion in a way where you couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the other began.

As you turned your back to face Price, he moved toward you, pulling you away from the stove and shoving you up against the countertop. He snaked his hand between your legs and pushed up on the toy, forcing it to fuck you deeper than normally possible, shoving it in you mercilessly.

“John, I’m going to come, please!”

You came, but it was unique. You felt like you were wetting yourself, coming so hard that fluid was squirting out of you, soaking your panties and leggings, along with John’s invasive hand.

��Mm, fuck,” he growled in your ear, “Did you just squirt for me? Bloody fucking hell.”

“I don’t…” you couldn’t form coherent thoughts, “I dunno. John, help me, please…”

“Sweet girl, do you need this cock?” he pulled your bottoms down, trapping your knees with them, and held you up by your waist. He turned off the vibrator and tugged it out of you gently. You were so slick that it slid out of you without much resistance. Your pussy was throbbing, flooded with come, and desperate for a familiar sort of relief.

“Yes, please, God,” you begged, tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Alright, love,” he let you feel his hot head at your pulsating entrance, ready to sink into you, “It’s alright, I'm here now.”

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