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homie....

not pictured: captain price yelling at ghost's therapist

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price with a puppy! girl who he can train to greet him at the door naked with a pretty pink collar and a matching leash that is ready for him to take. he loves how you pant and moan when he's fucking you doggy style. is a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. makes sure to has a special engraved tag with his name on it.

ghost with a fawn! girl who he can chase down in the woods without a second thought and will let him pin you to the dirt and fuck you senseless because he's had a rough day. he loves to stroke your ears and tail when you cuddle up to him and will hand-feed you treats.

kyle with a bunny! girl who is so soft and adorable dressed up in those frilly outfits that make you hide your face as he dresses you before letting you hump his cock after he played with your nipples through the sheer fabric. kyle loves it when you twitch his nose which makes him chuckle and hold you closer to him.

soap with a kitty! girl who bites and scratches when you get a bit overstimulated and he loves it, will sometimes bat at you with a cat toy to make you draw your claws. will fuck you extra harder to feel your nails drag up his back leaving a mess of red lines.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

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i imagine simon is the type of guy who would wake up as soon as you sneak out of bed in the night to pee, would practically stomp after you and stand in the bathroom, arms crossed, yawning and briefs riding low on his hips, wait for you to finish and wash your hands and then stomp after you back to the bed, slump into it again and drag you to lie on top of him. he just can’t sleep when you’re not there :((

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me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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it's 1:30 am and i'm writing so new price content coming soon😌

not sure if it'll include smut.... depends on my mood when i get to tht bit

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reblog if those man tits make you irrational

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men who like to stick their noses into your bush and just inhale the scent of your pussy with the most unashamed, satisfied and almost eager groan… yeah.

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inspired by my irregular ass cycle. gender neutral, light smut ahead

you've missed your cycle these past two months. it doesn't worry you much, your cycles tend to be irregular and your partner, john price, got himself fixed before you even met. which is fine with you, you aren't at that point of your relationship yet to give him the children you know he wants someday. maybe in a few years he'll get his procedure reversed or you'll adopt or try surrogacy. that's something for you to think about later.

there's hardly a chance he'll get you pregnant and yet here he is fucking you into your mattress like that's exactly his plan. all you can do is helplessly groan and pant under his heavy weight while he keeps you pinned beneath him. legs locked in his grip while he pistons inside of your sloppy, wet hole. evidence of the multiple rounds you've been going at this point. he puts his head in the crook of your neck, beard scratching at you while he rubs his teeth over the love bites littering your sweat covered skin.

you curse yourself for buying him those aphrodisiacs. you can tell he gets worried that he won't be able to take care of you in the bedroom but you've never worried about that. not when you can let him rest and do all the work.

you let out a strained groan, tears slinking down your cheeks as john eases up on you. straightening his back to let his weight of you and adjusting his grip on you.

"you 'right doll?"

you let out a rough noise in reply, hole still spasming around his cock as he switches to slow thrusts.

he uses his free hand to reach down to you, gently smacking your cheek a few times. "c'mon love. use your words for me."

"you're insatiable. and my legs cramping," you grumble. eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. he hums, easing your legs down. you let out a breath as he gently massages your thighs, still buried inside of you but movements still. he

he hums, easing your legs down and slipping out of you. a breath leaves your lips as he gently massages your thighs. the pads of his thumbs adding slight pressure under his touch. when he's down he shifts down your body, leaving gentle, scratching kisses along the way.

"j-john!" you gasp out and push his head as he presses a kiss to your inner leg.

"just lemme give you one more love. let me taste you and then i'll draw you a bath." he punctuates his words with feathering kisses to each side of your thighs, dragging closer and closer. licking up your combined cum that's leaked onto you. you let out a sigh, fingers digging into the short strands of hair as you let him do what he wants.

the next morning you wake up sore and groggy, slow steps leading you into your shared bathroom. you're both annoyed and happy to see you finally got your cycle. knowing your dear john will just dote on you more and make sure to fuck away any bad period cramps you get.

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i'm very much in a john price mood. which is a good thing cause i haven't posted anything for him yet🤣 now we wait for my beta reader before i post a little something about the fine ass old man himself

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Dad bod!Price is the most loviest-doviest husband 🙇🏽‍♀️

John'll sit on the sofa as you lay down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He'll run his finger up and down your upper arm absentmindedly while his nail scratches your skin every once in a while. The cold metal of his scuffed gold wedding band ablaze on your skin as you nuzzle against him.

John'll come up behind you when your in the chicken making a hearty meal for the both of you, kissing your shoulder and tapping your arse lightly before lending you a hand with cutting the onions.

Dad bod!Price would be the king of comforting his sweetheart especially if they have eldest daughter syndrome. He'll remind you that he's a grown man and doesn't need fussing over. Your protesting will be shut down immediately with a kiss on the forehead as he ushers you to take a seat. He'll make you your favourite hot drink and take over whatever task that you were panicking over

John'll make you sit, pulling you down on top to him. He'll hold you flush against his body, peppering kissing to your hairline as he pistons his cock into you from underneath. John's ears turn pink from the exertion to it all becomes worth it when you come all over this fat cock.

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the lovely 141 as ghosts/spirits residing in your home

quick little ramble, gender neutral

something, something about moving into a new place. you’ve been there for months at this point, already settled and comfortable in the walls surrounding you. so many nights and sleepy mornings spent in your bed, on the couch. in the shower bent over, playing with yourself. slick dripping down your fingers as you cum again and again, somehow never truly satiated even though you’ve been doing this for well over an hour.

and maybe this new place is just hot because you swear you’ve never sweat so much when masturbating. liquid white droplets dripping from your skin and you never think anything besides that. much too focused on the feeling of the vibrator against you that has your legs shaking and eyes rolling back.

it’s just the debauched thoughts running through your head that makes you feel the ghost like grips on your limbs. your mind stuck on the last fantasy book you read that has you imagining eyes on you, enjoying the performance of you pleasing yourself. enjoying the way you pant with your tongue out as you cum in your underwear.

it’s not until one night when you’re feeling particularly dirty and needy. two hours in bed, hunched over the towels you placed down and bouncing on the little silicone toy you’ve got. desperate whines escaping your throat and you shiver as your orgasm peaks over you again. you lay shaking from aftershocks on your back, head lolled to the side. your gaze blurry as you look down at yourself. curiosity over taking that has you dipping a finger into the sweat on your skin and tasting it. salt on your tongue that has you sighing in bliss.

eyes closed as the four spirits who reside in your home with you finally materialize in the room. finally their little breathing housemate can see them. can feel them and communicate with them. you let out a terrified scream as you feel four sets of hands ghost over your skin.

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and if i said this was price with his newly wedded spouse after taking you to meet the boys. still on the driveway of kyles because you he couldn’t wait any longer. no worries. his boys won’t mind a view, ignore them smoking a cig out in the rain

swingers outside

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my two favorite pookie wookie bears xx

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i want him

🧠: waiter! more König with his beefy hangs out for no explainable reason

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writing something new (a mini series) i’m so excited xx

i’ll finish it before i post it since my track record for finishing series is deplorable. just know it’s a threesome w our favorite boys😚😚

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babe omg🤭don’t be nice to me i’ll kiss you xx

more kidnapper simon, this time featuring light smut

content includes: gn!reader, dubcon, male receiving head, slight hair pulling. i’ll have the smut under the cut so you can skip that bit if you’d like

previous.

simon doesn’t like to leave you alone in the house for too long. beyond the fact that he always has that slight worry in the back of his mind. worried that you accepted your place with far less resistance than you should have and that you’re biding your time to try an escape.

it’s not you escaping he’s worried about. he’d burn a trail into the earth on a path to find you. drag you right back to your little cabin in the woods. but if you had the chance and left it’d mean he was alone again. that everytime you cling to him, searching for salvation in his arms you were lying.

he’d never hurt you, he wouldn’t be like his father. sure he took you away from everything you knew but that what was best. the moment he laid eyes on you he knew you were special. spent weeks stalking his little pet, finding out what you liked, what made you tick. he’d made sure his little home would be as welcoming as possible for you, for it to feel like yours too before he took you in.

the reason far greater than that small fear though was the fact that you’d be lonely. there were cameras installed in every nook of the home and some of meters of distance into the woods surrounding. whenever he checked up on you he’d catch you wistfully staring out the window. eyes darting over to clocks whenever you took a break from reading.

hugging yourself on the couch as the fire burned in the hearth nearby. he hated to see his pet so sad.

whenever he got back you’d offer him a smile, melting into his large, warm chest as he hugged you. face nuzzling into the cold fabric of whatever jacket he wore.

this was one of the days he had to leave for hours. he’s promised you that he’d have a surprise for you when he got back. it made you giddy, pestering him to give you a hint or two as to what it could be.

you didn’t expect him to come back hours later with a pet carrier in hand. a familiar green duffle with mesh pockets to let you see the cat on the inside. you were frozen in surprise as he opened the carrier to reveal the little black kitty inside, bright green eyes staring at you. a patch of white in the fur that made you almost think this cat was yours. the one you had before coming here with simon.

he huffs out a story about his days activities as the cat meows and comes prancing over to you. rubbing it’s body against you and yelling rather loudly.

he’d broke into your old house a few days ago apparently. just the front door really, left it open so your cat could escape. he’d went to the shelter today and adopted it after the workers let him know the family said the owner was gone. had them transfer the contacts on the chip and adopted your cat.

you listened to him as his story derailed to bitching about arguing with some grandma over the last cat stand on display at the pet store. your fingers trailing over long strands of fur as you took in the fact that he’d went through all that trouble to bring your child back.

to thank him you made a huge roast dinner. potatoes, carrots, greens, gravy to smother onto the beef. simon watched idly as you happily prepped and cooked the meal. smiles coming to your face everytime the cat came by to rub against your legs.

you thanked him again as he ate the hearty meal you’d prepared. sat on your knees under the wooden table, perched between his large, hairy, muscular thighs with his pants pulled down enough to free his cock from its confines. your hands running up his thighs, trailing kisses along the way to his center.

you took him in hand gently, peppering kisses along the length of him. he was a little bigger than average and thick, a defined vein running up the side of it and peaking from behind his foreskin.

you heard him let out a deep rumble as you held him former, moving your hands up and down the length on him. pumping him and pulling the foreskin back with each pull. watching as pearly drops of precum dripped from the head.

your giddiness was still there. you wanted to thank simon for all his kindness. you laved your tongue over the mushroomy head of his cock, moaning at the taste of him on your tongue. you glanced up to find him watching you and held your tongue out for him to see his cum collected on it. his brown eyes looked darker than normal, trained on you as you flicked your tongue under the head of him. swirling around the head and sucking lightly.

he went back to eating as you took him into your mouth. warm and wet wrapped around the first few inches of his cock. sucking lightly as you got used to the weight of his pretty cock in your mouth. keeping your breathing in check as you bobbed your head and licked the underside. one hand wrapped around the base and squeezing everytime you went back down.

you take your time. bobbing your head slowly, pulling off his cock to look at the trail of saliva you leave behind. kissing along the length, laving your tongue over him, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of simons thighs.

when you’ve finally got his full length down your throat, nose pressed against his greying pubes, simons hand reaches down to stroke your cheek. rough fingers tracing the shape of his cock inside your mouth. you hum around his length as you pull back. his hand moving to your hair and grabbing what he can into his hand.

you close your eyes and focus on your breathing and the scent of him, letting him take control. using your hair as reins to move you back and forth. your cheeks hollowed out and sucking him as you please. you glance up to watch as his chest heaves, his pace growing faster as he jerks his hips forwards. fucking into your mouth like he can’t help himself, bucking up to chase your mouth. you hum as you feel him twitch in your mouth, getting closer to his release.

he keeps up the pace until he’s spilling his seed down your throat. you moan as he does, swallowing everything you can as he keeps you choked on his cock. you keep your mouth on him as he finishes up the meal. you’re a little dazed as he lets you off of him, not before offering a kiss to his head. he helps you back up off your knees and you ask him if he wants a slice of the apple crumble you made.

he grumbles out a reply, leaning down to kiss you. slow like you, taking his time and letting his hands roam over your body. when he pulls away he makes you sit down and eat instead. you can share the pie once you’re done.