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Price x Reader. Age gap. Divorced Price. Older BF Price. Vaguely smutty. Follow-up to this.

Price realizes you’ve never had a reliable man in your life exactly the second time he discovers you looking up DIY home maintenance for very simple projects.

It missed him the first time because he was deployed. You’d mentioned offhand how you were figuring out how to rebalance a ceiling fan, and he’d just automatically assumed that you were doing it yourself because he wasn’t there, so he simply praised you for your resourcefulness and lived for the next three weeks off of the way you’d absolutely glowed at his words.

But then he gets home, and one evening on the couch he catches you googling “how to fix a leaky sink.”

“What’s that?” he asks you, tamping down on the sudden feeling of masculine inadequacy that reared up almost immediately at the discovery.

“Faucet handle’s leaking all over my counter when I turn it on,” you say, not looking up from your phone. “Landlord’s out of town and can’t fix it.”

“I’m in town, ain’t I?”

You look up at him then, brows raised. You hadn’t even considered asking him, then.

“Oh—I didn’t want to bother you, John, you only just got back, and you’re tired…”

You trail off at the droll expression on his face.

Price has learned a lot of lessons from his previous marriage. The foundational one: just because he hasn’t been asked to help doesn’t mean he is believed to be unreliable. Adding that lesson to his knowledge base about you—young, modern, independent—calculates out an obvious answer that curtails any sour mood that might have sprouted up over the issue.

He puts his hand over your phone screen and lowers it down to your lap. “I’m fixin’ the sink,” he says simply.

He enjoys the way your eyes dilate at the assertion.

The next day, he shows up at your flat wearing old work clothes and carrying his heavy toolbox in his hand.

(You don’t live together yet—something he’s keen to rectify—but he has a toothbrush in your bathroom and permanent space in your bedroom drawers. He can be content for now.)

And you—you answer the door in the filmiest of sundresses, the ribbon tie on one shoulder hanging at a loose angle.

“Heard you need some plumbing done,” he says in the gruffest of voices, already understanding the game.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” you say, barely able to hide your giggle, “I’ve been so worried.”

He steps in close to you, close enough to feel the heat of your body radiating off of your bare skin. He has half a mind to put the charade aside and lift your skirt here and now, but another lesson helpfully springs to mind: anticipation of the act makes the finale all the sweeter.

“I’ll show you to the kitchen,” you murmur, looking up at him with warm, dreamy eyes.

When he gets under the sink, he finds the problem easy enough to fix—the cold water supply line simple isn’t screwed in tight enough, and when he wiggles the whole contraption by the valves he finds that nothing has been tightened up to standard. A couple of years knocking the thing around had probably loosened up the locknut.

He elects to fix the whole problem in one go, while in the meantime you stand off to the side, watching him. He feels your eyes on his legs, trailing up to the hair on his belly exposed by his shirt riding up.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I should’ve said before,” you simper, “but I’m not really sure how I’m gonna pay for this.”

His cock jumps in his jeans, and he feels your gaze move to it as if it’s a physical touch.

He levers himself out a little and meets your eyes, keeping a stern expression on his face.

“I’m sure you’re gonna figure it out,” he says. Looking down at his groin and then back up at your face might be a touch unsubtle, but clear communication had been the most important lesson of all.

He slides himself back under, and pretends he doesn’t feel you approach, or lower to your knees between his spread legs. He ignores your gentle hands falling on the closure of his jeans, the pop of the button coming undone, the parting of the zipper as you pull it down.

“Of course, sir,” you say, “I’m sure I will.”

The softness of your hand meets his growing erection, caressing the head of his cock with your thumb—followed very close behind by the wet, liquid heat of your mouth.

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Regency!John Price who inherited his brothers duke title, because his brother died without an heir. John was the second oldest son, and he never thought about being the successor to the title, so he chose a military career.

He was a captain who fought wars and won them, not some lord who fancied balls and dressed in fancy clothing. But now he doesn’t have a choice. John comes back home after he has been badly injured in the battle, he was shot in his leg, and he had to use a wheelchair for quite some time.

When he comes home, to the new house and staff who pities him, he doesn’t feel like a man he once was. At the first ball he must attend he can see everyone eyes on him as he stumbles with his cane. He absolutely hates it. So, he makes a plane, he has to quickly marry some girl, make an heir and go live to the countryside where everyone will leave him alone.

You were on the other hand the youngest daughter of noble family. You weren’t rich, but your sisters and brothers married well, so you could keep good family reputation. Now it was your turn to marry, and as you were introduced to the society you quickly came to the realization, that you will probably end as a wife of some old man, who could be your grandfather.

So, when your cousin Johnny mentions, that his loyal friend and mentor John Price is looking for a wife you are interested. He tells you that John is a duke now and that he wants to get married as soon as possible. From Johnnys stories you know that John is a good man, who will hopefully respect you and treat you well.

You don’t get to meet your husband till the day of the wedding. The whole engagement is short and feels very official. He writes you a letter with things that you should know about your new home and your mother and sisters help you prepare for the married life.

When you finally see your future husband standing in the church, you’re quite surprised. He is very handsome, older than you, probably in his late 30s, but you’re sure that if he waited a little, he could find a better wife that you will be. John on the other hand is smitten by you, he also doesn’t understand why you would choose to marry him.

After the ceremony you immediately leave the town. He is very quiet the whole ride to his mansion and even thought you have many questions you stay quiet too. You arrive late in the night, exhausted from the long travel, but the only thing that concerns you is the wedding night. You heard a lot of horrible stories told by maids about their first nights with their husbands. The only thing that John does is that he shows you your room, tells you which butler to call if you have any troubles and he is gone. You’re left in the huge mansion alone and confused.

The breakfast takes place in the dining room. You sit at the table so far from John that you would have to shout to get his attention. He ignores you most of the time. At first you don’t mind it, you finally have some sort of freedom, you explore the land, the house and you find a huge library with many books you want to read.

But after some time, you start to crave his attention. The maids don’t want to be your friends, they think that it is highly inappropriate, you as a couple don’t attend any balls and there is no noble lady in the near distance you could visit and be friends with.

So, you start to write a diary, you write about how you feel and how would you like your husband to actually acknowledge you. Sometimes you also mention that you find him very attractive and the romance novels that you found in the library don’t help your imagination.

One time you forget your diary in the library and John accidentally picks it up. He thinks its some book that he hasn’t read yet. When he realizes that it is your handwriting, he knows that he should put it down, it is not right to invade your privacy. But then he sees his name there and he must know what you write about him.

He reads the whole paragraphs about how your meetings in the dinning room leaves you all flustered and how you crave his attention. He didn’t think that a young girl like you could find him attractive, and he wanted to be a good husband and leave you as much freedom as you could want. He didn’t want to pressure you into any kind of intimate relationship even though he was pressured by the rest of his family to have an heir. John leaves your diary where he found it, without any evidence that he read it.

The next morning, he invites you to eat breakfast with him in the garden. It is far more intimate, and you finally have a conversation with him. He asks you questions about your hobbies, your family and if you like it here.

It finally feels like he is courting you and you leave every encounter with him with rosy cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. He invites you on walks where he holds your hand as you tell him about your day or about the new book you just left. You spend the whole days together learning about each other.  

John tells you stories about the war, the battles he fought. His leg heals up perfectly and now, that he is healthy again, he takes you with him when he goes riding. When you ask him if he likes the hight society he tells you the truth. He tells you how much he despises the formal event and the balls and suddenly it all makes sense to you.

You finally understand why he wanted to marry so quickly and why you live alone in the middle of nowhere. You tell him that you loved the dancing and the beautiful gown you could wear at balls but now you don’t mind the quiet life. Now you have him and that is all that matters.  

One evening he makes a ball just for you. He invites a musician to play, he buys you an expensive gown and you pretend that you are at some formal event. It’s just the two of you dancing, laughing and drinking expensive champaign he bought for the ball. You dance the whole night and after he walks you to your bedroom he kisses you. It is a soft kiss, just your lips barely touching, but it starts a fire in you, and you want more.

When John realizes that you’re not pulling away he deepens the kiss. He knows that you have no experiences, and he wants to show you that he will treat you well. He spends the night with you, showing you in many ways how much he loves you.

And when you finally fall asleep, he thinks how lucky he is to find a wife like you. When you wake up and you see your husband sleeping in your bad you are very grateful that you accidentally left your diary in the library open on the page that mentioned how hot he was. Such a shame you didn’t come up with the plan a little earlier.

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Imagine that it is your first Christmas with John. He gives you so many gifts, pretty dresses, shoes, expensive jewelry. John spoils you so much. You also have gifts for him. New watches, socks because God knows that he will wear the same pair until it's completely destroyed and other things. When you exchange the last gift he tells you that he still waits for the grand finale. You don't know what he thinks. You are worried that he expected something different and more expensive. But when he grabs you by your waist. Puts you all fours and take off your panties you start to know what gift he wants. John takes a bow from one of the gifts he gave you and puts it on you lower back. Such a pretty gift for me you hear him say. He fucks you good. You're legs are shacking from your orgasms and he still doesn't have enough. John fucks his cum in you over and over. He has to start working on his next christmas gift for you. He has to breed you good so the next christmas you can have a little baby under the tree.

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Thinking about John Price’s wife still being shy about asking for sex even though John has literally never once turned her down ever. Luckily she’s very bad at hiding what she wants, so he’s always able to tell when she’s wanting him. He may be a little mean about it, may tease her and insist he’ll only touch her when she looks him in the eye and tells him what she wants out loud, but in the end, he could never leave his missus wanting

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Retired!John Price who now lives in a small town. The town every year celebrates the lighting of the christmas tree and this year John was asked to be the Santa Claus. He's just supposed to sit next to the tree, with kids on his knees and ask them what they want for Christmas. He agrees, he wants to be a part of the community and he want to make the Christmas magical for the kids. He gets the beard the costume and he is ready.

The whole event goes smoothly, the kids are nice the parents are grateful and he has a good time. Just before the event ends you and your friends come. Theres no more children there and John is ready to go home. That's when your friends bet with you that you won't go to the Santa. You're a little but drunk, you had quite a few glasses of wine and you agree. When you sit on John's lap you tell him about your Christmas wish. You want a man who will treat you right. No boy child or some mommy's boy. You want a real man. It's been a while since a pretty girl like you sat on John's lap. He enjoys how close you are and how good you smell. And when you start you squirm on his lap his cock starts to get hard. He has a hard time keeping neural face and not moaning into your ear. When you finally stand up ready to leave you tell John that you would not mind if your Christmas wish man looked like him.

Don't be surprised when the next day John knocks on your door telling you that he has a message from Santa for you. He's been told that you were a very good girl this year and you deserve your present. You just need to go upstairs, take your panties off and wait till John fills you up.

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STRADE IS PREGNANT AND READY TO POP!!!

ignore how i just took a photo of my computer monitor . just moved into a new house and i dont have internet to send it to my phone

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Price can never say no to his sergeants 🎁

(unwrap the present on my patreon 🔞)

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So I've been thinking about what other areas of the body that the boys like to fuck (excluding the usual suspect ofc)

Like I could see Price being a fan of the mouth ofc. Or König with a weird obsession with tits. Maybe Gaz sliding in between barely closed thighs, the tip nudging at her little clit every few slow thrusts. Soap being an ass man...

I'm just.... I'm obsessed. Ive got a problem. But thank god I basically live in an echo chamber on this godforsaken site

Weaknesses: the road less travelled

cw: some dubcon, maybe pain play (it’s vague), some WHACKY shit in the price section (fantasy cervical penetration)

Nothing hits for Gaz quite like your soft, warm thighs. Especially first thing in the morning— hearing your sleepy little moans and gasps as his leaking cockhead spreads pre against your little pearl.

Soap is a bit similar. I think he likes feet literally everything, but what really gets him crazy? Is a pussyjob. He loves a quickie— so quick he can’t even bend you over or have you sat down. Just you and him, chest to chest as he jerks and ruts himself between your folds, clothes lifted just enough to allow contact.

Ghost likes fucking your mouth. He just likes to tease you, feed you his cock, slap your cheek and tongue with his hard dick as his pre smears onto your face. Likes it when you choke around him, but you take it— cause you love him. If you really wanna treat him, you’ll put on some eye makeup so it’ll get ruined with your tears while he’s in your throat.

Price. So. Uhm. Hear me out on this one. I’m about to get a little out there. This isn’t something he can do physically, but he does have a fantasy about fucking your womb. So sometimes you play a little bit of pretend (it was FAR into the relationship when he finally admitted this to you). He just loves the idea of you straining while his head pops in— deeper than anyone or anything has ever been— right in your unprotected breeding chamber. Like your fertility is something defended, and he’s proven himself worthy of inseminating you by getting so far inside. Sometimes he’ll press down on your abdomen to create a point that’s a little tighter inside you, and he’ll talk straight filth into your ear. “Y’feel how deep I am inside you, darl’? Right where I’m gonna pump my load— where I’m gonna knock you up with my baby. This cute, plump, defenseless little womb of yours. Perfect place for it, innit?”

König loves your tits. I’ve spoken of it at length. He loves to straddle you, careful about holding his weight on his knees, and have you lick up and down his cock to wet it before it slides between your breasts. He’ll spit for good measure.

Nikolai loves your ass. It’s just so versatile. Training you with plugs, playing with it using his fingers when he has you bent over and taking his cock. His favorite thing to do is insist you need it to settle down and sleep, training you you to be able to cum without him even touching your clit— your cunt empty, your ass throbbing from the intrusion.

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One thing that makes me go feral is when in the middle of fucking, one person gets overstimulated and tries to crawl and squirm away from the overstimulation, and the other person drags them back by the hips like "Where do you think you're going?" 😩 which of the guys do you think is most likely to do this?

(Can you tell I'm ovulating... 🫣)

ALL

cw: daddy kink adjacent stuff for Nik, as per usual. Just a hint of aggression, and marking dubcon just in case

Gaz is literally so sweet about it. Like you’re a little kitten about to walk off the edge of a table and he’s just redirecting you. “No, no, love— this way,” he coos as he puts his hand beneath your hips to cup you and pull you back.

Soap is about to lose his mind, it’s so hot to him— “Ah’m just givin’ it tae ye so good, huh, bonnie? Cannae take it anymore? Too bad,” he tuts, his fingers sunken into your soft flesh as he pins your kicking legs and tugs hard.

Ghost reacts with some real aggression. He’s not mad at you— he’s mad at the idea. The concept of you being separated from him. He’s bruising and yanking your body, manhandling you under his weight. “Don’t fuckin’ run from me, birdie— don’ wanna know what’ll happen if’m pulled outta this cunt—“

Price can’t help but smile. Such a sensitive little thing. “If you’re already in this state— doesn’t bode well for the rest of your night, darl’— cause I ain’t near finished with you.” He’s prepared to wait upon you like you’re his ailing, bedridden queen suffering from the consumption tomorrow, cause you’ll have about as much energy left when he’s done.

König is holding you too tight to let you even begin to squirm away— he can just feel the tense and strain of your muscles against his hands. It makes him kiss you as deep as he can manage— he just thinks it’s so cute, like you’re a little moth with wings beating against his cupped palms.

Nikolai laughs. He laughs at you. You’re just so silly— thinking papochka will show you mercy. He’s not a merciful man, malýshka. He’d best remind you of that— not that you’ll ever really learn. He wouldn’t want you to, really. He likes playing this little game with you. It’s like ballroom dancing to him— very romantic and sweet.

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nudes are art so you ain’t a hoe you a vincent van ghoe

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It's giving Price after retirement

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So couple days ago @morgana-ren updated her “Hell and You” fanfic and since then my heart didn’t know any rest.

Seriously guys, do yourself a favor and read it. Its one of the best pieces of art btd fandom ever did. If you a fan of Strades character its a must read.

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pov: big grizzly bear is happy to see you owo

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Strade doodle for the day, please pray that I have motivation to finish it up

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ILOVEHIM (ps korn song - lullaby for a sadist I LOVE THIS BAND TOO)