#JJ Price

[ragingbookdragon]

The woman sits down beside him on the park bench as he watches JJ run around with the toy soldier in his hand, yelling commands and jumping over playground equipment, pretending to be his dad. She smiles and leans over, asking, “Which one is yours?”

He eyes her from the corner of his hood and mutters, “Tyke with the action figure.”

She smiles wider. “He’s cute. JJ, isn’t he?” She points to a young girl following JJ around with her little nurse box. “He plays with Amelia a lot.”

“Yeah?” He’s not exactly interested in the conversation, but one look tells him she’s a tired mom who just wants to talk to someone not in “Mom-Land” 24/7.

“Amelia was really sick as a baby. When she was well enough to play…a lot of the kids didn’t want to play with her. Said she’d make them sick.”

“Cancer?” He asks before he can stop himself, and she blinks before she nods.

“Free now, but kids can be cruel.” She waves at JJ when he looks over. “JJ was the first to play with her. They like to play soldiers and medics.” A laugh escapes her when JJ tumbles and calls for Amelia, and the little girl bends beside him and starts opening the little box of toy supplies. “Is your wife working?”

He wonders if it’s a hope for a mom friend but he shakes his head. “Not married. JJ’s my godson.”

“Oh? But the woman who brings him?” She blinks. “I thought she was…”

“Missus Price is my CO’s wife. She and him took a vacation. I’m watchin’ JJ.”

“You must be close with them,” she surmises. “I thought she was your wife. She’s always so nice and sweet.”

He smiles at that. “Missus Price is a good one.” He whistles sharply all of the sudden, and JJ’s head pops up in the grass before he gets up and hauls Amelia with him, running over.

JJ mock salutes. “Reporting for duty, sir!” He looks at Amelia. “Lia, you have to salute.” The little girl follows in suit and the woman giggles at them.

“It’s gettin’ time for lunch,” he says and JJ whines.

“But Uncle Simon, we just got to the sandpit.”

Simon glares at him. “Soldiers need sustenance for survival. Without it, you’ll starve.”

JJ’s eyes widen and he turns to Amelia. “Medic, I have to leave my battle station.” He salutes her and she does it back clumsily. “Ready for sustance, sir.”

“Sustenance,” Simon corrects and stands up, placing a large hand on his head; it dwarfs the boy’s skull, fingers going over his eyes.

“Unc’ Simon, I can’t see,” he giggles.

“C’mon Banshee,” he says and nods to the woman before he starts walking.

JJ follows, but stops, a faint pink covering his cheeks as he hurries back and hugs Amelia tight. “Bye Medic Lia.”

Amelia hugs him back and smiles with a wave as the woman watches the young boy run next to his godfather, spouting off about enemies in the sandpit and the security of the nation.

The woman hurriedly rises and picks up Amelia, following with, “Wait!”

Simon stops and turns, looking at her expectingly.

“Um…Amelia and I will be back tomorrow around ten…if JJ and you want to come back and play?” She smiles, feeling heat on her cheeks and Simon gazes at her before he looks down at JJ who is nodding rapidly.

“We’ll be ‘ere,” he agrees and the woman smiles.

“I’m glad,” she holds out her hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

He takes her hand and shakes it, his grip firm but warm and inviting. “You as well.”

As they walk off, JJ looks up at him and asks, “Do you like Amelia’s mum?”

Simon rolls his eyes. “I just met ‘er, Banshee.”

“I like Amelia’s mom. She’s nice. She always brings me a snack.” He takes Simon’s hand. “I think you should like Amelia’s mum.”

“I’ll think about it.” He says, and happens a glance back at the woman who is listening intently to her daughter vividly depict her playtime with her friend; a small smile graces his lips and he thinks to himself, “I’ll think about it a lot.”

[ruerecs]

fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

[euaphora]

do u have any links where the guy is fingering her >_<

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[adultdisney]

BOYFRIENDS WHO…are very wild sleepers. barely give you space in bed, always yanking the covers away from you, and love rolling their big bodies on top of yours, suffocating you with their warm weight.

simon “ghost” riley, MIGUEL O’HARA, john price, KÖNIG, john “soap” mactavish, eddie munson, peter b parker, leon kennedy, jj maybank, steve harrington.

[florabellalove]

LET ME SPEAK MY TRUTH 🦢🫶🏼

sometimes I just want to read a reverse comfort fic about some big burly character absolutely breaking down, call it a saviour kink or whatever but there seems to be an absence in this world

[agentmarvel]

Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

[microwaveable-squish-cheese13]

🪐 comfort.

something else little !!

WARNINGS: none, js fluff

sometimes he feels like you are his very own, personal sun.

his entire world- his universe revolves around you and only you. when he wakes up beside you and sees the way the sun shines on your skin, kissing each and every freckle and scar that adorns your beautiful skin.

each sunrise and sunset is filled with you and only you.

your eyes are the only thing he could ever need. the feeling of your skin against his drives him crazy. and what makes it all so much better is the fact that you're all his.

no one can touch you but him.

the fact that his heart beats every day only for you is what drives him to do what he does everyday. the way you trace his scars and kiss his face like you'll die if you don't. the way you sob into him when night rolls around and your life is just too taxing...

he loves you. is that so hard to imagine?

he adores you.

his entire being is dedicated to you.

you own the breath in his lungs, the blood in his veins and the skin on his bones just the same he owns each and every inch of you. you are the only sound he hears. the way your voice calls his name when you can't open the goddamn jar of peanut butter just does something to him.

every time he thinks of you he wants to cry.

how did he deserve you? a monster such as himself paired with the being he sees as earth's very own goddess plucked straight from the paintings of old.

the way your body feels against his in the middle of the night... the way his hands cradle your body as sobs tear from your throat and out into the quiet night..

you are the only thing he sees. his eyes only land on you. when he thinks of perfection you are what comes to mind.

when you come home and lay in bed, watching the fan spin beside him as you babble on and on about your day. if it were anyone else he wouldn't give a single fuck.

but it's you.

you are the one he wants to spend the rest of eternity with. you could very well have cut his heart out and spit on it and he'd have thanked you.

you are his sun, his moon, his stars, his entire life and body and universe.

when he blinks he sees you.

you are the only feeling under his fingertips he would kill to have. his hands running over each curve and dip and imperfection you have to offer is his entire life. the way you look up at him and just smile would make any man crumble- and that's exactly what he wanted to do.

crumble into you and stay there for all of the rest of mother earth's life.

check the tags for who this would go with !!

[ruewrote]

𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

OUTER BANKS.

jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, sarah cameron

SURVIVING SUMMER.

baxter radic, marlon sousa

THE WALKING DEAD.

benjamin (twd), glenn rhee, rick grimes, daryl dixon

SCHOOL SPIRITS.

wally clark

911.

evan buckley

MARVEL.

peter parker (all), captain america

TOP GUN.

jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, robert floyd, natasha trace

LIFE IS STRANGE.

chloe price, warren graham, rachel ambers, ryan lucan, alex chen, steph gingrich

RED DEAD REDEMPTION.

arthur morgan, sadie adler

THE DOLAN TWINS.

grayson dolan, ethan dolan

SHAMELESS.

lip gallagher

THE MAZE RUNNER.

minho, thomas, gally

THE QUARRY.

jacob custos, max brinly, nicholas furcillo

UNTIL DAWN.

josh washington, jessica riley, mike munroe, emily davis, sam giddings, ashley brown, chris hartley, matthew taylor

TEEN WOLF.

stiles stilinski

THE HUNGER GAMES.

cato hadley, peeta mellark

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA.

katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, keigo takami, touya todoroki

CELEBRITY CRUSHES.

dylan obrien, will poulter, archie madekwe, jeon jungkook, park jimin, josh hutcherson, rudy pankow, drew starkey, tom holland, milo manheim.

[v4mpgutz]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — 100 FOLLOWER EVENT!

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: YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED A SCHOLARSHIP!

by getting me to 100 followers, you're being offered a scholarship to my fashion school! request slots close on the 15th of february. all you need to do is select your favorite garment! (please read the whole document before submitting your application!)

all orders should be sent to my asks!

-> masterlist. will/won't write.

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please refer to my will/won't write and the character list below for this event to run as smoothly as possible! i have every right to refuse to do a request if it goes against my guidelines and/or makes me uncomfortable.

₊˚⊹♡ CHARACTERS FOR THIS EVENT:

konig, simon "ghost" riley, johnny "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, ethan landry, billy loomis, rafe cameron, jj maybank, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, rodrick heffley, dallas winston + possibly more - send me a message or ask if you would like to know if i'll write for a specific character that is not listed!

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[ervotica]

doing a lil celebration for 3k! nothing official, just asking for blurb requests for characters from these fandoms:

fourth wing, twilight, acotar, outer banks, call of duty, the walking dead, stranger things, the maze runner, harry potter

— preferred characters -> liam mairi, garrick tavis, paul lahote, jasper hale, eris vanserra, rhysand, rafe cameron, jj maybank, captain john price, simon “ghost” riley, johnny “soap” mactavish, könig, glenn rhee, daryl dixon, steve harrington, gally, theodore nott

— preferred genres -> WHUMP, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, smut, heavy heavy fluff

can be from my prompt lists or your own request!

tagging some mutuals for reach (please rb if you can!); @wroteclassicaly @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eve175 @rafescurtainbangz @rafescokenostril @theostrophywife @tacticalprincess @thehighladywrites @hotchfiles @jjsmarijuana @kissitbttr @lovelyghst @littlemisstrouble @callsign-rogueone @venuslore @void-my-warranty @vampieteeth @vermithorn @nocasdatsgay @mockerycrow @murdrdocs @shellxrls @targaryenvampireslayer @taintedcigs @princessmaybank @prythianpages @babygorewhore @serpentandlily @sociorafe @proactivetypaperson @morwap @cinnamoncunt @daycourtofficial @azsazz @anqeliclust @tsunami-of-tears @plainemmanem

[puppyboikai]

Can someone make an x ftm chubby reader?

It can be with any character in the tags

And have smut or fluff

Maybe both

[ragingbookdragon]

It’s an odd moment when he receives the text from Captain MacTavish that simply says, I need to see you, Lieutenant. Now. Because the old man only ever calls him Lieutenant when he’s in trouble, and JJ can’t remember doing anything worth mentioning that would merit being called to see the Skipper. Regardless, he shoots back a quick, Yes, sir. And books it, appearing moments later in Captain MacTavish’s office, eyes widening in shock when he sees the older man sitting in the seat across from the old man.

“Simon?” He asks, confusion bleeding into him, and then it instantly turns to concern; Captain only calls him Lieutenant when he’s in trouble. He hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s someone else. Mum. Mum’s in trouble. “Is mum okay? Where is she? What’s going on? Simon, wha—” He’s so panicked, he can barely get the words out.

“Lieutenant Price,” Captain MacTavish booms. “Easy, son. Y’ur mum’s fine.”

JJ’s shoulders droop a bit as he looks to Simon who returns him an easy look. “Missus is fine. I just needed to talk to you.”

“You couldn’t’ve, I dunno, sent a text? Called?” His face darkens and he glares at Captain MacTavish. “You scared the shit outta me, sir. I thought I was in deep shit. Respectfully, sir.”

Captain MacTavish raises a brow. “‘Ave ya done anythin’ tha’ ya need to be in shite about?”

“Never, sir,” JJ replies almost cheekily. “I’m the golden child. I never get in trouble. It’s why Lieutenant Garrick always gets in trouble instead of me.”

“Bull,” Captain MacTavish snorts, glancing at Simon. “Good to see ya again, Simon. Drop by soon, yeah?”

“Will do, Captain,” Simon says with a grin, shakes his hand and turns, putting a hand on JJ’s back to lead him away from the office.

“So, what’s going on, Simon?” He asks. “I take it this isn’t a social call.”

“No wonder you were accepted into the SAS. You’re deduction skills are imperceptible.”

JJ glares at him. “You’re a real smart-ass, you know that, don’t you?”

Simon noogies him. “Passed it on too.” He leads them into a meeting room. “Wanted to talk to you about somethin’ important. Involved ‘ur mum.”

“Is she—”

“She’s fine. I promise,” he stresses. “But it does involve ‘er.”

JJ looks at him, brows furrowing. “You look…nervous. I can count on two hands how many times I’ve ever seen it. This moment makes two hands.” He’s the same height as Simon now, actually a few inches taller; he almost has to crane his neck to look down at him. “What’s up?”

Simon clears his throat, inhales and exhales before he pats his pockets from his jeans to his shirt to his jacket pocket before he pulls out a small black box and hands it over to JJ who opens it, eyes widening at the solid gold band nestled inside, a more delicate diamond band sitting next to it.

JJ looks to him and Simon’s lips purse as he murmurs, “I wanted to ask you before I asked her.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. “Not for formality…but…”

“Because I’m her son.”

“Because you’re his son,” Simon replies. “I want you to be okay with it. If not…I understand. Won’t change how I feel about your mum, of course. I’ll still stay. She…she means everything to me. So, you do.”

“Simon,” he says lowly.

The older man bypasses him, leans against the table and hangs his head. “I know what this means. I know it changes everything, and I’m not trying to hurt you. I love your mother. I have for a very long time. Like I said, it doesn’t change if you say no, but I—”

“Simon,” JJ interrupts with a calm smile and the man falters; he reaches out, lays a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I’ve spent my entire life introducing you and mum as my parents. In my eyes, you’ve been married.”

“You…you’re okay with it?” Simon asks quietly.

JJ pulls his hand away, closes the ring box and pulls the man into a hug. “I love my mum. I loved my father. And I love you, Simon.” He pats the man’s back. “I happily give you my blessing to marry mum.”

Simon’s eyes gather tears, and he clears his throat heavily as he wraps his arms around the younger man, hugging him tightly. “I was scared of askin’ you…I didn’t want to discredit his memory.”

He leans back and looks at the man. “My father would be honored that you took care of us all these years. And I think he’s doing just fine knowing that mum’s heart is being loved after all these years too.”

Simon gazes at him, lifts a hand and gently brushes his head. “I’ve ‘ad nothin’ but respect for your dad all these years. I’ve tried to do right by what ‘e asked of me. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to fall in love with ‘er, but I really do love your mum.”

“I know you do,” he replies, grin practically breaking his face. “And I know you love me too.”

“I do,” Simon affirms. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever been able to do all my life. The greatest accomplishment. My pride.”

JJ feels his throat tighten; it wasn’t often that Simon ever truly opened himself up. “I’m proud that you’re my dad.”

“I love you, son,” Simon murmurs, pulling JJ back in for a hug, this time, his hand rests on the back of his neck, thumb brushing where his spine connects to his skull.

“I love you, dad,” he replies, and he feels like a seven-year-old boy again who just lost his father, hands clenching in the back of a younger Simon’s sweatshirt as he buries his face in the man’s stomach, remembering what it was like to be loved by a father like Captain Jonathan Price.

[strongermonster]

anyways since i had the misfortune of accidentally reading his name again today, i'd like to remind everyone that this fucking weirdo (sylvain charlebois) exists and he thinks that women are ruining meat for everyone and that meat—yes the entire food group of meat—is for men only and eating meat is somehow a gendered activity ????

there are THREE factors listed in that last sentence and this moron was like "it's the fault of the wimmin"

[haunted-deer]

Task force 141

somebody stop me. this is getting out of hand

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(KO-FI)

[toogay2besaved]

People who say these two are their ✨comfort characters✨ need therapy asap.

I am people.

[bearsworld73]

Characters I will write for! REQUEST - OPEN

Hockey Players:

Michigan:

Ethan Edwards

Tyler Duke

Luca fantilli

Mark Estapa

Boston Bruins:

Jackson Edwards

New Jersey Devils:

Nico Hischier

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Toronto Maple Leafs

Matthew knies

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor zegras

San Jose Sharks:

Macklin Celebrini

Outerbanks:

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge (bring it on home John b! 🔔)

Rafe Cameron

HellRaiser:

Trevor (Drew Starkey plays him)

Just Drew Starkey!

COD:

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz Garrick

Cap Price

If there is any others I may write for them!