#𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼⚡️☄️

[tojisteddy]

Something you’d learned about John Price after one month of marriage, is that he is just as hardheaded (if not more) as any other middle aged man when trying to put something together.

He was only in his early 40s but gosh, could that mess act like an old man sometimes.

He completely waved you off when you suggested he take a look at the instructions for the vanity he bought as your wedding gift because, and I quote, ‘don’t need that when I can put it together with my own eyes, lovie.’

After back and forth for twenty minutes, with a huff, you threw your arms up you gave up. Deciding it’d be best to just go watch re-runs of the Golden Girls than to watch your stubborn older husband struggle.

And you didn’t hover, but simply peak your head in every hour because the stubborn guy looked like a dream working on- well- anything Price did for you around the house. In an overly corny shirt that said ‘only fans’ that had literal electric fans on it, but it hugged his pudgy stomach and large muscles perfectly, plaid grey pajama pants that you could very easily see his manhood swing with every little movement, and a confused look on his bearded face as he looked from the picture of the vanity and at whatever mess he had created—

You could’ve eaten him.

Literally.

You decided against it.

10 pm is when the hammer hit the nail on it’s head. John frustrated and just a tad sweaty, looked at you with those ocean eyes of defeat as you leaned on the door frame with that all but knowing smirk on your face.

“Tell me you didn’t throw the instructions away baby.”

You pondered for a second, John’s eyes filling with worry that made you laugh.

“Oh come awn, Price. Your lovin wife knows better than to actually listen tuh what yer sayin.” You said, revealing the little booklet from behind your back, “Just think it’d be easier if we did it together, wouldn’t it?”

And it was.

You quickly made the last pizza delivery order of the night, half pepperoni and half cheese of course, filling your stomachs with it and wine that sat on the floor as your tipsily fumbled your way through putting together the object you’d intended to. The room filling with both of your laughter, the sound of a drill and you singing along to ‘Just The Two of Us’ by Billy Withers & Grover Washington Jr that played from the speaker. Swearing up and down that this was a classic hit John should know.

The ends of John’s eyes crinkling up because, shit, that man loved the absolute hell out of you even if it hadn’t been long since you’d known each other or gotten married, he’d fallin in love with you a little more every. single. day.

The vanity was finished around 2 am, ending with sloppy kisses, John lifting you to your joint bedroom to give you a little extra loving for helping him out.

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[tojisteddy]

You’d have problem with your ex’s before.

They’d blow your phone up with calls and texts, all leading to jealous arguments with Toji Fushiguro. He’d snatch your phone away, block them and toss your phone on the couch just to piss you off further.

You didn’t need them anymore. Toji was your man.

Sometimes your ex’s would even go as far as banging on your apartment door about it, all while Toji was over.

Toji would unravel himself from you with a roll of his eyes, patting your head and telling you to wait.

He’d stomped over to your front door, yanking it open, butt ass naked, your juices slicked up on his aching, girthy cock that was defying gravity, with the most annoyed look on his face.

“The fuck do you want?”

Toji would eye up your ex, a shorter, skinny bastard he knew couldn’t handle you. His scar at the end of his lips moved up, a chuckle leaving his stomach.

Your ex withered at the sight of Toji. The older man was tall, muscular, toned and tattooed up and frankly— ten times more good looking. And much larger down there.

“I-I’m here to see—“

“—She’s busy.”

“Hnngh- Tojiiiii!” You loudly whined out. Desperate for Toji, clenching your aching, gummy walls for no one but him.

“I knoooow, mama. Daddy’s coming.” He’d sweetly coo. Such a desperate, needy slut— just for him.

His jade green eyes would snap back to your ex, livid at the sight of the fuckers annoying face. The kid was mortified. another chuckle from Toji..

“If I see you again, I’ll kill you.”

A promise.

With a slam and lock of the door, Toji was back to you. Taking your lips on his and sliding his fat dick into you. Having you reassure him over and over that you were in his.

And you always would be.

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[tojisteddy]

Toji’s notorious for calling you mama.

I just think, if Toji is going around calling you ‘ma’ and ‘mama’ you’re definitely calling him ‘papa.’ At first you were trying to tease him but it became a nickname he loved hearing from you. It’s endearing.

Both of you don’t have kids yet, but it’s like you’re mentally preparing for it because that’s the future you two envision— one that’s together. Neither of you use it constantly, you call each other by your other nicknames too but ‘mama’ and ‘papa’ are just so sentimental to the both of you.

Yes, you do call him papa while he’s rearranging your guts.

You’re a squirming mess, on your hands and knees, overstimulated and can barely think— clawing to get away from the man after coming for the nth time. But he’s dragging you back by your bruised hips for you to settle at the very bottom of his cock.

“Noooooo— hnngh-“

“Yeeesss,” he mocked you, giving you a hard smack to the ass and he ramming back into you. “Good girls, take it all. I told you that- haaah- what? You too fucked out tuh listen?”

Your legs were shaking, eyes at the back of your skull, a sobbing, pussy gushing, hiccuping mess, Toji laughed at the sight, “ ‘F course ya— shit ma- course ya can’t. Yer completely fucked out. Aah- Look so pretty ‘f me.”

Just the way Toji liked you.

His adorable, cock drunk, baby.

“Here,” he grunted, slowly pulling out just a little bit of his aching wood out, “Let papa help you.”

He pulling you up so your back is on his chest so the both of you are on your knees, spreading the both of your legs out so you can feel really all of him.

“T-Toji!” You squeaked. It felt like his cock was going to come out of your lungs.

“Huh? We go by first names now?”

You hiccuped, slamming your hips down to meet his thrusts.

“Papaaa, it’s— God, it’s so goooood.”

You feel that devilish smirk of his as he’s nipping all over your neck.

“I know baby, fuck,” he brings one of your hands down to your stomach with his making you gently press down on it, and he chuckles. “You feel that ma? Hm?” He was swiveling his hips, just so he could hit your g-spot, over, and over and over. “That’s yours Doll. It’s allllll yours.”

You screamed in pleasure, started to flutter around him. Toji was cursing up a storm, feeling himself get there himself.

“Come on, let Papa give you a baby. I know that’s what you want, huh mama?”

Youre delirious at this point, all you can manage is ‘yessss’ fucking him back just the way he liked it.

You were seeing white, screaming out Toji’s name as your walls spasmed around his throbbing, veiny cock.

Water, you were harshly squirting on the sheets so it was sopping wet, down to his balls. The pure sight of you loosing it and your snug cunt begging for his cum sent him over the edge. Filling you to the brim and painting your walls pure white.

He bent the both of you over to the mattress, exhausted, still giving you slow thrusts for you to have all his cum, sloppily kissing you.

“Shit, you’re so good for me mama.”

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John Price who definitely sees your job as a cute little hobby to occupy your time when he’s away.

He loves hearing you go on and on when you really enjoy it while he’s away. Not so much when he’s home and it’s stressing you out and it’s taking away from his ability to fuck you because of how exhausted you are. So, he does the thing that only makes sense.

He’s calling your office and threatening them by using his job title to get you fired.

A wicked, wicked, wicked man. But he needed you comfortable, you deserved happiness. Not to be stressed out from a job you didn’t need in the first place.

Worst part about it?

He loved to fuck you so you could feel better after being fired. You’d come home, tears pricking your eyes after you slammed the front door shut. And there John would be right there, rushing towards you with the at most concern on his face, asking what’s wrong. He knew what was wrong.

“This is the 4rth time John! I-“ your breath hitched, tears rolling down your adorable cheeks. Poor baby.

“I must be fuckin awful! Everyone- everyone hates me!”

“No, no sweetheart!” He’d coo, cupping your face and kissing your tears away. “Yer good at what ya do, they jus’ hate havin such a hard workin woman ‘round.”

You’re rubbing your face and hiccuping, “Y-you think I’m good John?”

“Of course lovie, you’d be wrong tuh think otherwise.”

You’d sniff, looking up at John with those big brown puppy eyes. “Show me.”

His sweet girl needed him, and after his Oscar winning performance he’d give her the best show she could ever ask for. He’s eating you out right in the foyer, then bending you over on the hardwood floor and slamming you fat veiny, dick into you tight walls like there was no tomorrow.

“Aaaatta girl. Always take me so well.”

“Worked so hard honey, Daddy’s gotta show you how good ya are, hm?”

“Gonna cum? Show me how pretty you can make my cock lovie. Always so. Fuckin. Pretty.”

Captain Price loved his little wife. He’d give you anything if you asked for it.

Except let you keep a job.

Anything but that.

a/n: The only version of toxic Price I can handle 😭

[tojisteddy]

A very small habit you had when it came to John Price.

He’d been a long day of work, coming home late and eating the delicious left overs you left on a plate for him and completely knocking out on the living room couch from food coma and exhaustion.

You’d wake up just around the time John was completely knocked out, just as it hit one a.m. loud snores filling the living room. And there was your chance.

You’d silently slip in, bend down to the floor right in front of the sleeping bear, clutch onto his leg and placing your head right his thigh.

You couldn’t describe it, it just gave you such a nice comforting feeling. Like, ah, this is home. John is home.

Usually you’d be gone and in bed by the time John began to stir but just a couple times your husband had witnessed the adorable sight. He’s tired and hooded blue eyes would find there way to whatever was weighing his foot down and he’s find a mess of curls in his lap. Scarf, that was supposed to be on, had made its journey the floor, the softest snores leaving you. He had to cover his face from gushing at you, you were too damn cute, so lovable.

“John?” You croaked out as he scooped you up to lay on top of him, putting your face in his neck, you cuddled into him instinctively.

“‘S’okay love, sleep more, yeah?”

Just a few more seconds with you, another minute— maybe be late to work again because he always wanted a little more time with you. Day light threatening to creep through the window, the soft silence of the house, and warmth of the heat surrounded the both of you.

Oh, how it felt so good to be home in your arms.

a/n: a drabble from this because I adore adore this John so much. Still taken aback that ppl liked it. Let me know if you want a part 2 or send me a message if you have a question about it :)