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squishycheekanon · 25 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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beautifulaestheticsanon · 3 months

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Intro and workshop

Hello, I'm BeautifulAestheticsAnon! You can just call me Aesthetic though. I'm a inspiring story writer and I thought 'why not make my own Tumblr blog?' My inspiration came from Squishycheekanon, please go check her out she makes AMAZING stories!! This workshop will grow as more stuff is made, and a masterlist will eventually get made.

This is a 18+ blog, there is NSFW and slight dark themes.

Who I will write for:

C! Dream

C! Georgenotfound

C! Sapnap

C! Wilbur (all Bur's included)

C! Technoblade

C! Foolish

C! Punz

C! Karl Jacobs

C! Eret

C! Badboyhalo

What I will write:

Degradation

Somnophilia

Darcryphilia

Hair pulling

Spanking

Choking(light)

Daddy/mommy kink

Bondage

Size kink

Praise

Heat/Rut

Breeding

Free use

Overstimulation

Orgasm Denial

What I will not right:

Piss/Shit kink

Knife/Gun kink

Pain kink

Rape

Dubcon

Angst

Hate sex

Please respect these boundaries, but otherwise ask away and have fun!!!!

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iceprincessviviane · 1 year

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I was tagged in lock and home screen by @interesting-interludes Thank you!

I have both my screens from WLOP. I have also pleasure to support them on Patreon. Why those two? I love first character and it looks similar to my new DnD oc, second because it remind me about friendship from my Warhammer campain (between me and my bff in campain and real life 💖).

Tags: @aris-ink @hurrems @squishycheekanon

#tag game

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babbushka · 3 years

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The boys’ favourite candy? What’s your favourite weapon? How are you this spooky evening?

I’m doing okay! Tired but very very glad that the rain kept up all evening and no one came to cause any trouble at the house :)

Kylo’s favorite candy is hands down KitKat bars! He loves chocolate on Halloween, even though he doesn’t particularly like the holiday. He waits until they go on sale the next day and he buys bags of them to keep in the house. He breaks them off into sticks, but sometimes, if he’s trying to be a brat, he’ll bite across all of them at once.

Flip’s favorite candy are Choco’Lite bars!! He doesn’t have the biggest sweet tooth, but when he’s craving something around the holiday, he’ll grab a big handful of them and keep them in the fridge at home. He also always has one on hand in his desk at work if he’s in need of a midnight snack when he works too late.

Clyde loves reese’s cups and he sticks them in the freezer to sneak down and shove one entirely into his mouth in the middle of the night! He grew up fighting Jimmy and Mellie for theirs whenever they’d go trick or treating, and now that he’s an adult he thinks it’s so surreal that he can just...go out to the store and buy them.

Charlie is absolutely a peppermint patty man and we have no choice but to stan that about him.

Paterson is definitely a skittles kind of guy. You take one look at this ray of sunshine and tell me he doesn’t just go bananas for a bag of skittles from the bus depot vending machine, Halloween or no!

Paul is much like his brother in that his favorite are starbursts! He doesn’t understand all the hate about yellow starbursts, they’re his favorite and he will get weirdly passionate in defending them if someone brings it up.

Dan would never admit to the amount of m&ms he eats, but oh boy does he eat them. He could go through an entire family-sized resealable bag of them all on his own, working those late late nights in that basement he was assigned.

#kylo ren x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #clyde logan x reader #charlie barber x reader #paterson x reader #paul sevier x reader #dan jones x reader #my favorite weapon are poisoned needles! :)#squishycheekanon #cowboy answers

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bloodgoddarlin · 2 years

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The Piglin Crew (and various Technos) as NSFW links

Notes: @squishycheekanon did this with her Techno’s recently, and I kept thinking of the Piglin Crew as I scrolled through/watched the vids she linked, so here we are. hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: As if it wasn’t obvious, this post is 18+. Minors DNI.

Content Warnings: RL Porn

OCs:

Titus Valerius: Titus had intended to relax and catch up on some reading tonight, but... you had other plans for him.

Magnus Valerius: Magnus had had a very long day. He can’t keep up with these polital shenanigans anymore... luckily, he gets to come to you on days like these, and get a much-needed distraction.

Caesar Emperor: You had really been trying his patience lately. Good thing Caesar knows how to put you in your place.

Brutus Emperor: You and Brutus try out binding for the first time.

Io Ethos: Honestly you really just like laying with him like this.

Lucius Flown: You and Lucius decide to have a little fun.

Blood God: You’ve been a very loyal acolyte recently, so your god decides to give you a little reward.

Persephone Floral: You and your piglin girlfriend spend some quality time together on a nice, summer day.

Zeus Lighting: You had been teasing him all day long. Now, Zeus was more than ready to give you your due.

Techno’s:

Hades Bladesmith (Polycule AU Techno): Technically, he had a Syndicate meeting to go to in a few minutes, but... well. Not like that’s going to stop him.

Supervillian!Techno: He had been out all day doing a heist, so of course, as soon as he got home, he dragged you right upstairs.

OSMP!Techno/Bunnyblade: Techno has been a very good bun today, so you give him a little reward for his efforts.

Young!Techno/Pre-DSMP!Techno: He was still new to this whole “intimacy” thing, but luckily, the young solider seems like he’s a fast leaner.

THR!Techno: After a long day of dealing with the royals, Sir Technoblade needs to work off some steam... good thing his pretty little wife is always ready and willing to help him.

Floran!Techno: You and your flower boy have some alone time.

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chosyohan · 5 years

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Dohyon is the cuuuutest! And the YohanxDohyon interactions on one of their fansigning events where Yohan patted Dohyon's head and when Yohan closed the octopus headress around Dohyon's chin (Dohyon ended up freeing his cheeks bc it was sooooo tight) ARE SOOOOO CUUUUTE I can't with X1 being such cuuuuties 🐹😍😇😭☺ -squishycheekanon

the softest boys truly :’(

#anon #asks

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squishycheekanon · 27 days

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Another sweet sweet price thot💋

Okay but let’s talk about Mountain man Price. He retired a few years ago and decided he much prefers the solitude of the beautiful mountains, with the tips of them all covered in snow. He likes the quiet, knowing he won’t run into anyone here. No one from the little town at the bottom of the mountains would be brave enough to hike the mountain trail.

He remembers the day he built his nice log cabin with the help of his trusty lieutenant of course. Simon helped his Captain one last time, before parting ways. Price wanted to be alone, after everything he’d experienced in the military, he wanted it to be just himself and the weather to keep him company.

He’d have the survival skills no doubt about it, but the more time he spent up there the more his social skills began to fade away. He’d have to come down every six months or so to restock his food, he make his trip down the hike trail to the little town at the bottom of the mountains and through the woods.

But the shop workers weren’t his biggest fans. He’d practically clear them out of their stock, the poor little local shop. They didn’t like his attitude either, found him strange and unapproachable. Though that’s exactly what John was going for. The less people that spoke to him, the better.

Until he met you of course.

It was only your second week at your new job, you’d just moved to the little town around a month ago and this was the only job available after some woman called Darlene went of maternity leave.

My gosh the way you’d be so nice to him having no idea the stigma that surrounded him and how suprised he’d be at the kindness you showed him. He’d actually look forward to coming down to the town.

He’d come more often as well, saying he’d ran out of supplies and yet he’d only buy a bag of fruit or some meat. Then he’d start to tidy up his appearance too, trim his over grown beard and moustache back to its former glory. The blush that would spread across your cheeks the first time you see him like that.

Hair trimmed too, you’d be able to see his perfect lips and crooked smile. It provoked a feeling in you that you’d long forgotten. Slowly but surely he’d start trying to flirt. Trying. Though you found it endearing how bad he was at it. Finally though he’d succeeded asking you out on a date and fuck the moment he’d turn up in his dark blue jeans, black shirt and dark brown leather jacket and boots. You swooned.

He had the charm turned on, especially after his phone call with his ex team. They could all hear how nervous their former captain was for this date. It made them very intrigued to meet you one day.

John didn’t miss a beat, almost as if he’d laid this date out like a mission. Going step by step to win your heart. He made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, made you smile until your cheeks ached. Ordered the food and drinks impressively, no umming or stuttering.

He gave you butterflies when he reached over the table to grab your hand in his larger one. The skin was rough and calloused, but it felt amazing against your hand. He loved how soft your skin felt against his. He traced around the palm of your hand with his thick index finger, those gorgeous ocean eyes gazing into your soul.

After dinner, John took you to a local bar that you were pleasantly surprised with. A few drinks later you tipsily confessed how handsome you thought he was. The longer the evening went on, the more longing looks and teasing touches were shared.

The evening ended with the two of you slow dancing until last call. The way your bodies pressed together, the intimacy and warmth. The way he’d always make eye contact, almost as if he was trying to read you. The way he held you so tender yet tight, his large hands on your body. It all just felt so right.

John walked you home, looking so sad when it was time to part ways. “Please, let’s do this again sweetheart.” When your manager Billy had called you that, it made you feel sick. Had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, disgust shivering down your body. But when John said it, damn. Your body shivered in delight, the deep mumble entangled with that delicious accent of his made you gulp back a lump in your throat. You swear your underwear was a little wet too.

You nodded leaning forward to kiss his cheek goodnight, John was quick to take your cheeks into his hands and press his wanting lips against yours. He was hungry and almost vicious when he kissed you, it made you wonder what kind of lover he was like as he pressed you against your front door and kissed you like he’d never get the chance again.

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squishycheekanon · 27 days

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Price and Captain cute little thot🐾

“Captain!” You yelled as you kneaded the freshly made bread dough on the kitchen counter, your fingers sticky and dirty.

“He’s with me sweetheart!” John yelled back from outside, his own hands dirty but from the grass and mud as he planted the new basil seeds into the ground, just as you had asked him to this morning in bed your legs all tangled together.

“One of the sausages fell on the floor!” You listen intently to hear Price whistle and mutter something. Soon enough there’s a pitter patter of paws on the floor, a beautiful Belgian malinois with gorgeous hazel eyes peeks his head round the corner.

“Right there baby.” You gesture to the dropped food on the floor, Captain eagerly gobbles it up. His tail wagging happily as he eats.

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squishycheekanon · 30 days

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Just a little price thot🥰🌸

You meet Price in a supermarket. Bumping right into him, more like slamming into him. The pint of chocolate ice cream and box of extra soft tisses that were safety tucked in your arms going all over the floor. Moving rather swiftly for a beefy man of his size, he quickly darts to the ground to grab the dropped items.

He’s so careful about the way he gives them back to you, holding them out to you with a small smile. The comfort items look so much smaller in his hands than they did in yours, he doesn’t even have them all the way out to you. They’re practically against his stomach, unconsciously encouraging you to come to him for them.

Then you look into his eyes and you think you feel your knees going weak, he definitely feels his buckling. The way you blink up at him with your pretty eyes all teary with smudged mascara and your soft lips formed into a sad little pout.

The words who did this he instinctively wants to say die on his tongue when he realises you aren’t his to protect, you don’t even know each other. Strangers, and he already wants to fight your battles without even know what they are.

“M’sorry.” You sniffle.

“Not a problem little darlin.” It’s a deep rumble from within his chest when he speaks. Thin lips curving up slightly, his bushy moustache moving with them, those thick mutton chops and that full beard catching your attention too. His voice is gruff and accented. You reckon you could listen to it every second of the day and never want for silence.

John was there from then on. He was just there, had inserted himself into your life, almost like a stray cat you feed once and suddenly it comes back everyday. This gorgeous older man had simply become a part of your day to day life.

You’re heading to work? He’s giving you a lift in his black chevy truck. You’re on your lunch break? He’s luring you outside for a cute little picnic in the park. You’re finishing work? He’s taking you back to your place and staying. He’s cooking you dinner, massaging your tired body. Lingering touches and longing stares. He wasn’t even trying to hide how much he fancied you.

Especially when it came to you dating other guys. He’d hate when you’d come home after a date, he’s in your apartment obviously waiting for you to return, and you’re all sad it didn’t work out. Questioning yourself and your worth or beauty. It would have Price’s ruggedly handsome face contorting in anger.

He would tell you no man would ever be good enough for you. He would also say no one was deserving of you. John would express that although he very much believed that, he would love it if you gave him the chance to try.

You would be so confused what he meant. Only understanding when he would hover over you, caging you in with his tall, burly figure and repeating the words “be mine” over and over again like a mantra.

He caught a look in your eyes at his words, similar to the one he saw when he first met you. It was clouded with confusion and want but it was there. Price knew. It was so obvious he wondered how no one else had seen it. But he knew, one look into your pretty eyes and he knew you needed taking care of. And the retired vet was more than happy to fill that role in your life.

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squishycheekanon · 5 days

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Slow burn but they are also fucking the whole time trope but it’s Price Got a little dark at the end, don’t at me.

Price taking things nice and slow, thrusting in and out at such an agonising, teasing pace. But it’s hard and rough, your face pressed against the bed while you sob into the sheets with every jolt of his hips against yours.

Price taking things slow as he rubs over your swollen little clit, grinning at the way you whine and tug at the cable tie restraining your hands and keeping them attached to the hook he so thoughtfully drilled into the wall.

Price taking things slow as he slips his thick fingers inside your throbbing cunt, watching in awe as your mouth opens the further he pushes in, searching for that sweet spot and groaning a “there it is.” When your back arches off the bed and your eyes roll back before fluttering close.

Price taking things slow when he gropes your tits and ass, trying to throw you off when you’re asking what type of man he is. Price is not an ass man. Price is not a tits man. Price is a hot, pulsing, slippery, dripping, pussy man.

Price taking things slow as he wines and dines you every single night, using that hard earned military money to buy you pretty things. Price who watches your cute eyes light up when he places his dog tags around your neck.

Price who will ‘wait’ as long as you need him to before he pops the question, knowing full well he already has a beautiful ring in a box tucked away in his sock drawer.

Price who knows, even if one day you say you don’t love him anymore, because he knows you do even if you refuse to say it, even if one day he has to wisk you away to some remote cabin far far away, there’s no way in hell he’s letting you go.

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squishycheekanon · 4 months

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If you’re getting into JJK I’m gonna call it, if you write Sukuna you’re gonna get a lot of people asking for more-

Itadori/Sukuna x reader

Sukuna was on my list 100%

Warnings: 18+, smut.

“Itadori fuck!” You screeched your back arching, tits pressing against his chest in way that has him groaning at the feel of it. Your sensitive nipples grazing against his skin sets your body on fire, it’s just right. Like the way he’s pounding in and out of you, leaving no time for you to even control your breathing.

“S-So good!” Itadori gasps almost whines as he fucks you, hovering over your body thrusting in and out so deliciously. His breath is hot and it tickles your ear as he pants into your neck.

“Please! Harder! Fuck me harder!” You begged, eyes fluttering close and head falling deeper into the pillows. You wanted it so badly, already creaming on his cock you needed that little bit extra for your orgasm to hit you.

He began to speed up, fucking you harder, feeling the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. He was no longer whining and moaning, he was grunting and almost growling in your ear. It took everything within you to try and focus on the changes, no only his sounds but he was gripping your wrists on either sides of your head, tighter now. Rougher.

You really did try and focus on it until he changed the angle he was fucking you at and suddenly your body went limp all you could do was lie there and let him fuck you, “Fuck I can’t!” You whimpered into the air.

“You asked for it. You’re gonna fucking take it.” That made you freeze up, Itadori doesn’t speak to you like that.

“Itadori?” He stopped thrusting at the sound of worry lacing your wavering voice. He pulled back out of where his face was hidden in your neck and the sight of him made your body tense, inhaling sharply.

His face was darker somehow, a smirk on his lips, one you’d never seen on your boyfriend before. And marks. Black symbols and lines across his chin, cheeks, forehead and nose. You instantly knew. “S-Sukuna?”

He chuckles letting go of one of your wrists and sliding his hand to grip your neck, “Hello sweetheart.” He squeezes your neck and you moan, the sound has a dirty grin forming on his face, his hips beginning to move once more.

“So fuckin’ naughty, aren’t you?” Sukuna panted, struggling not to close his eyes from how tightly you were clenching around his length. “Filthy little girl, likes to be choked hah? Likes to have her man’s fingers around her throat while he fucks her? Hmm?”

“Itadori could never fuck you this good.” He could feel you whine against his hand, and it made him feral. Unlocking a primal urge within Sukuna he didn’t even know he had, with you looking so small underneath him, so innocent, so submissive. Fuck he was going to to ruin you.

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squishycheekanon · 3 months

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More Price thots🥵 because who wouldn’t want this😭

You stir the milk into your tea while you wipe the sleep from your eyes, big heavy knitted sweater hanging from your tired frame. It was his and though it had been in the wash, the sweater reeked of him. His fucking delicious smell that you wanted to roll around in. All his clothes fucking reeked of it.

You loved the strong musky spiced stench that came with him, it was everything. Especially while you were waiting for him to return home from his mission. Every day had been so long and so exhausting without him at home. You couldn’t sleep properly at night without your big warm pillow, his strong arms wrapping around your frame and easily coaxing you to sleep.

Any house work felt pointless without him there, why did the house need to look spotless? Why did the dishes need to be washed straight away? What was the point if he wasn’t there to give you a big kiss as your reward, after complaining that he could have done it instead.

Because of this Price isn’t at all surprised when he comes home to find the house a total mess, and his sweet little wife nowhere in sight. “Darlin?” He listens hoping to hear you reply but there’s nothing but silence in reply, he sighs dropping his black gear bag.

Pulling off his dark brown leather jacket and placing it on one of the coat hooks next to the front door, he enters the house shuffling out of his heavy boots incase you might be asleep. Creeping through the messy home quietly, he makes it up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Your shared bedroom to find you finally passed out from exhaustion, he smiled softly at you. Thin lips curving up, his bushy moustache moving with them. He truly loved coming home to you.

Price showered away any last specs of dirt or blood on him so he was clean for his woman. He dried his burly, muscular body not bothering to put anything on before slipping into bed with you. Instantly you flinched waking up only to find your husband staring at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“It’s okay darlin’ I’m home,” he soothed pulling you into his big arms, you happily allowed him to manhandle you nuzzling against him as he turned you, your ass slotting against his hips perfectly. Like you were made for him. “Sleep now love.”

“Sorry the house is a mess.” You slurred gripping onto the hairy thick arm that had wound itself around you.

He half chuckled half scoffed before replying in his accented voice, nose dragging up the side of your neck, inhaling deeply,“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, I’ll sort everything tomorrow. Now go to sleep.”

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squishycheekanon · 4 months

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Your Sukuna fic was so fricking hot! Pls pls pls write for Nanami!!!!!

SugarDaddy!Nanami x reader

Warning: 18+, smut, slight degrading, praise, age gap.

The music and chatter downstairs was drowned out by the bed creaking with each roll of Nanami’s strong hips. The blonde man twice your age had ditched the party he was hosting, completely abandoning his rich friends all so he could take you upstairs and have his way with you.

The bedroom was a sight indeed, lit candles scattered around the room, rose petals on the floor, and a pile of cash spread aimlessly across the king sized bed. A testament to Nanami’s comment about a week ago when you’d asked him exactly how much money he makes, “Enough to fuck you on.” Was his reply.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, it was all too much. How were you supposed to cope when Nanami was absolutely destroying your poor pussy. And you were doing so well in trying to be quiet at the start of this, something Nanami wasn’t having at all.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll make it so you can’t.” He smiled tantalisingly, removing himself from you and heading to your closet before coming back with one of the many vibrators he’d bought you.

Your beloved sugar daddy slipped it inside your clenching cunt, pressing the on button on the remote. You became a moaning and whimpering mess even before he’d slipped back inside you groaning at your tightening pussy.

“Dumb little bunny, all you know how to do is spend my money and take my cock.” your hole stretching around him in a way that made him look at you with an animalistic grin.

He watched you ravenously, your lips parted and wet and fuck he wanted in. His mouth crashing onto yours sinfully pushing his tongue in, licking into your mouth. Nanami’s large hand coming up to grip your jaw potently, it leaves you breathless just like the kiss.

He groaned his head thrown back in the throes of passion, sweat trickling down his thick skin, blonde hair slicked back with little strands falling over his brown eyes. He was fucking perfect, in his own world of desire the deeper he fucked you and all he could manage to say was, “Fuck that’s it bunny.”

Pleasure burns through you, it’s hot and almost hurts as he thrusts deeper each time, it makes you moan, wanton, crude, dirty. He’s hitting that rough patch so deep in your cunt, striking it viciously, desperately until your body becomes ridged and even you don’t recognise the sounds that slip out of your mouth.

His large arms enclose around your waist, one hand toying with your hard nipple, fucking you through your high until you’re completely spent.

You’re catching your breath when your gorgeously large man says, “That’s one bunny.” he chuckles deep and heavy, the sound spreads across your sweet glazed skin, a shiver racking through your exhausted form. There was more to come, he was going to pull as many orgasms as he could out of your helpless body and when you can’t take anymore, he’ll tell you that you can. Because he knows you can.

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squishycheekanon · 22 days

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La da de da viking Price for the win🛡️🌺

Your heavy snow boots trudged through the thick mounds of pure white snow, the freezing breeze was pinching and nipping at your cheeks. The cold had began to hurt your nose as you breathed, the back of your throat dry. Trying your hardest to keep warm, you shove your chin and mouth further into the top of your coat and breathe out hot air.

You only wanted to hunt for food and go back home, but seeing as you couldn’t find any animals near your little cabin, you had to venture elsewhere for the hunt. Something you annoyingly regretted the further away from home you got.

An exaggerated sigh left you for the twentieth time today as you knelt down on the ground feeling the snow start to soak into the material of your trousers. Pulling your bow off of your body and an arrow from the quiver that was strapped to your back. You drew back the string of your bow, holding the arrow steadily in place.

Closing your eyes, you waited. Listening oh so carefully, for anything. The sound of any animal to make itself known to you. A while passed, all you could hear was the soft wind and a nearby steam trickling quietly.

Until the snort of a deer had your eyes shooting open and your weapon aiming at the creature. Exhaling slowly, you let go, the arrow whipping through the air heading straight for the unknowing animal but ultimately hitting a different target. A huge gasp left you as you watched the arrow go straight into the chest of a man, the deer snorted before running off.

You grunted annoyed and dropped everything to run to the injured man. Your eyes set upon his figure. Large and strong, you recon if you’d hit anywhere else on him that’d he probably wouldn’t have collapsed. Probably would have grabbed the end of the arrow with his big sturdy hands and pulled it straight out like nothing happened. Probably.

The realisation started to set in the more you stared at him, you just shot a man. “Oh my, I’m…I’m so sorry!” You panicked falling to your knees next to him where he was on the ground. His blue eyes meeting yours, looking at you as though you were an alien. His nostrils flared as he quietly grunted, feeling the pain begin to spread throughout his chest and body.

“I was hunting and….and you…y-you stepped in front of the deer. I’m so sorry.” Your hands hovers over his injured while your mind began to become frantic with how to proceed. You eyed the expensive leather that graced his bulky figure. Wrapping around every muscle eagerly. The fur cloak that was spread around him, clearly from a hunt.

It did little to hide the tattoos on his arms. Further up chainmail covered his shoulders proving how sharp you’d made your arrows for it to pierce the chainmail that presumably sat below his tunic and leather. You took note of his face better now, thin lips almost covered by a bushy moustache all connected with thick mutton chops and a full, long beard that caught your attention a little too much.

“Are ya’ done ogling me lass?” He gritted his teeth, wrapping his hand around the arrow and yanking it out. He groaned loudly, deep and rough just like his voice when he spoke. It sent shivers through your body in an unholy way. Nothing like you’d ever felt before.

“Are you a royal from the mainland?” You asked, worry underlining your question.

He bellowed at that, “Ne’er erd’ that one before.” His laugh trailed off as he pressed his fingers into his wound and pulled them away watching the blood drip down his hand.

“My bag.” He was gesturing to the bag that lay a few meters over from where he was. You scrambled to grab it, desperately trying to pull it open. The leather satchel was medium size with about a hundred strings tying it shut.

“W-What do you need?” You were stumbling over your words as you took noticed of the blood that was seeping out of his wound and staining the snow beneath him.

The man grabbed your shaky hands in his and whispered “Breathe.” You listened hesitantly, taking a deep breath.

“Y’know I think I’m supposed to be reassuring you.” A breathless laugh leaving you sounding more like a scoff, he let out a chuckle his face scrunching up in pain.

“In the bag, the bottle with the red liquid.” Nodding quickly, you searched through the bag and pulled out the bottle, pulling the cork out with your teeth and looking at him for instructions. He took the glass container and poured it over his wound and drank the rest of it.

You watched as his heavy panting of pain began to level out. He soon sat up and looked at you curiously, “I’ve ne’er seen ye round these parts before.” He states though you’re pretty sure it was a question, you simply shrug and stand up. He followed suit, a shock jolting through you when he stands only to tower over you greatly.

“I, um really am sorry. It truly was an accident.” You wring your hands together before offering one of them to him. He looks surprised and you don’t blame him, you’re sure a woman has never made this gesture to him before.

“Svo fallegt,” he seemed to look over you for a moment then let his large hand wrap itself around yours with a shake, “S’okay.”You nodded letting go of his grip and making your way to pick up your bow and quiver.

“What’s ya name?” He asked suddenly feeling a wave of panic as he watched you walking away from him. You answered, waiting for his in return. “Price. John Price.”

Now where had you heard that name before?

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squishycheekanon · 2 months

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Can we get more with Price? 🥺 Pleeeeeeeeeease? Pretty please?

Hells yes. More price thots🥰

Price loves when you first wake up, all sleepy and mumbling fivemoreminuets just to get that extra bit of shut eye. He just adores how limp and pliant you are, barely able to squeeze your own fists together so early in the morning. And fuck you’re so warm, his cold hands caressing your skin in an attempt to heat them up a bit.

You’re so sweet with your eyes closed, eyelashes almost touching your cheeks, mouth slight open and he pretends not to notice the little bit of drool on your pillow. He’s too busy admiring the rest of you anyways.

You’re stretched out on the bed on your back, arm lazily thrown above your head and the other over your stomach. Your legs are a little skewwiff, one almost straight and the other bent at the knee almost hanging off the bed. He chuckles at how you can find the position so comfortable that you’d want to be in it for five more minutes.

And those five minutes turn into ten, then into fifteen and suddenly he remembers that he’s got the guys coming over for breakfast in an hour. He could leave you to sleep, but you’d been so excited to see them when he told you. It has been a while. Price’s brilliant mind comes up with a plan and admittedly it’s not a very good one. It would probably make you even more tired but who can say for sure eh? He can.

Focused blue eyes move down your sleeping figure to where your pretty legs are parted, not nearly enough space for his large body to be, but he’s sure he can work something out. And he does, hooking his fingers around the material of your underwear, he pulls them down your legs throwing them somewhere in the bedroom and blows on your cunt.

Grinning as you twitch in your sleep, he licks a stripe up your pussy and moans at the sweet taste of you, watching your hips buck from the sensation. “Fuck yeah darlin, buck your hips like that.” Price groans, voice rough, watching you react to his actions, licking another stripe up you but using his thick tongue to swirl around your aching clit. He can feel himself hard and straining against his boxers, throbbing cock pressing against the mattress. He fights the urge to rut into the sheets.

Sinking his tongue inside you with his nose purposely rubbing against your clit, Price loops his hands around your thighs pulling you apart for deeper access. At this point you stirred, eyes blinking open to find your ruggedly handsome husband between your legs, tongue buried inside you. You moaned instantly not only feeling the pleasure but at how fucking hot it was to wake up to this, to being eaten out and so thoroughly too. “Yeah let me hear you, nice and loud for me sweetheart.”

“Fuck John oh my god!” You whined your hips bucking and squirming, he knew your body so well, and it didn’t take long for him to get you there. He knew exactly how to fuck you just right, tongue, fingers, cock, it didn’t matter. He could make you cum so easy and fuck he loves it.

“Such a hot messy cunt rubbing all over m’face.” Price groaned, blue eyes staring into yours holding you there, paralysing you under his gaze, “come on darlin, be a good girl and make a mess on my face.”

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squishycheekanon · 13 days

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Regency Price thot🌹🤍

I am working on Limerence and Part two of both mountain man and the pen pal au by popular demand. But while you wait for me to write those please enjoy this lovely Viscount John Price and his Viscountess.

Price sat waiting patiently, newspaper in hands reading the latest gossip of the ton. “Aristocrats.” He scoffed low under his breath. Being one of the wealthiest, best-connected members of the middle class came with privileges but too much gossip as far a Price was concerned. Unless it directly affected him he couldn’t care less.

The doors to the dining room opened and in walked a butler, white curly wig on top of his head, his hands wringing together in nervousness as he looked at his master. “Well?” Price asked without looking away from his newspaper, an interesting snippet about a whistle or a lady down or something or other caught his eye.

“My Lord she..” the lack of answer was beginning to agitate him, he rolled up the paper and slammed it on the table, finally making eye contact with the butler.

“What?” Price snapped.

“She doesn’t seem to be here My Lord.” He said, gulping with unease clear in his voice.

“One of the horses is gone too.” A maid had said a little too loudly as she rushed into the room with the important information. Everyone in the room cringed, each and every servent, perhaps at this point even the entire ton, knows if the Viscountess and one of the horses are missing, someone will either be fired or end up in the hospital.

A wave a darkness crashed through the room as John growled out “Find me who by the time I’m back from retrieving my wife.” His orders were clear as crystal as he rushed from the room, Simon, his number two following swiftly after him.

“My horse Simon.” John grunted pulling out his pocket watch from his jacket. After years of being married to you, he always knew exactly where to find you based on the time of day it was or day of the week.

You thrived in order and schedules, one of the many things that he loved about you. Loved knowing he didn’t have to worry where you’d be at eleven in the morning. Always the drawing room catching up the on stitching you’ve been putting off, frustrated when the cross stitch didn’t form the absolute way you wanted it to.

Simon, ever the loyal to a fault number two replied quickly and lowly, “Yes Viscount.” He began to rush ahead of John making it to the stables before him and barking orders at the stable boys to fetch the masters horse and saddle. Price didn’t bother with riding clothes or shoes, simply latching his everyday boot into the stirrup and hoisting himself up into his horse.

“Shall I follow My Lord?” Simon asked head bowed as usual.

“If you wish.” John didn’t stick around after that, whipping his reigns and taking off on the beautiful brown stallion. “Come on boy, we’ve not got long before it rains!” John shouted to his horse as if the creature actually understood him, though in his fear he did not care.

The looks of the sky had him worried, the last time you went riding in the rain you caught pneumonia. He remembers how you shivered, how you were covered in sweat yet cold and how you burned to the touch. He never wishes to see you that way again. These thoughts had him pushing his horse harder to get to you faster. By the cherry tree you should be, and oh does he hope you are.

You however had just become done with your rage fit and were about to leave. Stupid Miss Carmichael, one of the bitchiest women in the ton. Not even married and yet she had the gall to mock you about not getting around to giving John a child yet. Joking about possible infertility, the words made you sick as did her audacity.

You had been married to your husband two years now and yes you were yet to bore him a child. Though the first year of your marriage, due to it being a simple arrangement, you spent it away from him. Always avoiding him, even on your wedding night you locked yourself in your room.

Though finally he managed to get you to open up to him, taught you many things, you began to love him. He had loved you however since the first moment he saw you. More so when you had advertently put him in his place after he was rude to a servant.

You had spent the second year, still getting to know each other and becoming one as husband and wife didn’t happen until three months ago. It had been essentially two years of little innocent hand touches here and there, longing looks and John standing too close to you at balls and events just so he could feel your warmth and smell your scent for longer. You were both still making up for lost time, having children was not at the forefront of your minds. Well not yours anyway.

You sighed glancing at the horse you’d rode here on, you’d best get back to join John for breakfast was your first thought. Even though it would take barely a minute for him to see you were upset and demand who had made you that way. You didn’t need to put your burden on him as much as he always insisted that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do as his wife.

Blinking up at the sky, you saw rain clouds rolling in and started to feel the drizzle of water falling down from above. Then a clap of thunder and you instantly regretted your decision to ride out here after your awful interaction with Miss Carmichael earlier. “Wonderful.” You sighed annoyed as you pulled your cloak hood over your head and made your way back to the black horse waiting patiently for you. One last look at the cherry tree and you set off into the eye of the storm.

“That’s it girl yah!” You whipped your reigns, both feet tight in the stirrups. You never rode side saddle like most women do, preferring to ride properly. Just as the cherry tree was almost out of a view, the most spectacular sight came bounding toward you. Your husband Viscount John Price gallantly riding his brown steed toward you.

“Darling!” His yell was so quiet in the midst of the rain and thunder, though it was enough to have you stopping your horse and remaining stationary as he began to slow down the closer to you he got.

Pulling on the reigns John came to a halt, horses next to one another legs touching. “Before you say anything,” you began blinking up at your handsome husband who was staring down at you heatedly, he nods encouraging you to go on. “It wasn’t raining when I started riding.”

You give him a smile, and despite the fact that you’re wet through, chilled to the bone, and as far as John is concerned in desperate need of a hot bath, he thinks you’re the most beautiful sight to behold. He smiles back leaning in close to you until his nose brushes against yours, his strong hand coming up to cup your jaw as he whispers into your mouth, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m not mad my love, but make no mistake, once you’re warm and dry I plan to bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind. Keep you stuffed with my cum all day, then you can tell me the reason for your riding today and who I need to talk to.”

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