#Price gap

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

was just thinking of price punishing his younger gf, by having her naked body pressed to the floor, and her ass perched in the air, just a few feet in front of his desk. he nudges her knees apart, so he can get a better view of her pussy. and he just goes about doing whatever the fuck he does, and he has her there for hours-- her knees aching and back sore from the sharp arch that he's put her in.

john looks up from a piece of paperwork, and he can see the way her pussy flutters; see the way her stomach heaves softly, the soft pushing movement making her pussy leak; juices pooling from her hole, down her swollen folds, and then to her inner thighs. she's creamy and slick; literally dripping onto the carpet, and john is suddenly salivating. and she's been a good girl, no complaints and minimal whines and pleas-- that he can't help but push back from his chair, knocking it over in his haste to get to her.

she's too out of it to really comprehend what's happening before she's mewling out, thighs quivering almost violently as his tongue is suddenly thick and hot against her pussy. john swallows down her slick like a man starved, each curl and pull of his tongue full of her cream, and he rumbles deep in his chest like some kind of beast. his large, meaty hands grip the fat of her hips almost bruisingly as he devours her quivering cunt, her taste has him feral. she babbles mindlessly, her eyes rolled back; clit fat and stiff in his mouth.

and it takes him an hour or so to finally pull away from her pussy; she's a pile of overstimulated flesh, her plush little mouth parted and saliva dribbling down her chin, she looks like she's going to pass out but the only thing john does is push his thick, long cock into her pussy and fuck her into the carpet, her knees sliding and burning. this was a punishment after all.

[signode-blog]

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[bluegiragi]

limitations (part 2)

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[deunmiu-dessie]

divorced!john price who lets his daughter and her best friend (you) stay at his house every summer without fail. divorced!john price who leaves the two of you home alone more often than not when he's deployed. divorced!john price who spoils the two of you when he is home, by taking you out to restaurants and going shopping. divorced!john price who should see you as a second daughter, and treat you as such. divorced!john price who feels like a dirty old man for not thinking that way. divorced!john price who's wanted to feel your cunt wrapped around him since the moment he laid eyes on you. divorced!john price who swears to let his fantasies be nothing more than they are. divorced!john price who gets a text from his daughter during his early drive back that you had arrived sooner than she did. divorced!john price who gets home only to find you sprawled naked across his bed, playing with yourself and moaning his name. divorced!john price who can't help but swallow thickly at the sight of your messy pussy ruining his sheets. divorced!john price who clears his throat, voice gruff, "d'you wan' help sweetheart?"

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, knows that it's wrong, but the taste of you is addicting. warm and sweet against his tastebuds, innocent and needy. the precise but shaky roll of your hips against his mouth is driving him insane as well⸺ and the only thing he can do is watch. watch as you fall apart on his tongue while he grinds himself against the edge of the bed. listen to the muffled sound of your moans and pleas as he takes you higher and higher only to slow down his ministrations and ruin your orgasm, your slick, soft thighs trapping him against your swollen, drooling cunt. john can't help but groan against you, tongue lashing out to flick your engorged clit, when he finds your teary face, your head shaking back in forth. "m-mr. price! mmf--! please! i can't, need t'cum."

and maybe he shouldn't have given in as easily as he did, but god he's jerked off to the thought of this exact moment for what feels like an eternity. "all y'had to do 's ask, luv."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

[konigsblog]

toxic dadbod stepdad price who baby traps reader, saying it’s not her path to go to college and she’s to take her mothers place n do housewife stuff :3

tw/cw: stepcest, non-con, forced impregnation, forced breeding, intoxication, toxic!dadbod!price, stepfather!price, dark content, age gap/age difference.

dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

it's his duty as your stepfather to make sure you're a respectful, young woman. it's his job to shape you into the best you can be, and perhaps he's abusing his role as a father figure, but john has bigger worries than what his pathetic, whiney stepdaughter wants. :(

as you're his stepdaughter, it's your duty to obey him without question, or at least he tells you. price can smell the alcohol from your breath, the faint essence of your perfume on your neck when he licks a stripe up your face drunkenly. bottles of beer lay around, along the coffee table, whilst your thighs are forced open by his large and calloused hands, warm hands wandering between your legs and into your lace panties.

he doesn't enjoy seeing you with so much independence, and you have been giving him so much attitude lately. you never liked price, you thought he was a sickening, selfish, greedy bastard that didn't think about anyone but himself. but, your mother was happy and that was all that mattered. you just wished she paid more attention to the sexual glares he'd give you, the way his words were lustful and dirty, and how you'd have hickeys on your neck when she returned from work.

it's his duty to shape you into an obedient woman, and it seemed that the only way to do this was to show his dominance, to show you your place and where you belonged by his side. the thickness of his girthy cock was agonizing as he sunk lower, deeper into your puffy pussy. your eyes were wet and your back arched with pleasure, too drunk to realise how horrible this was — how you were being taken advantage of.

john's hung balls pressed against your ass, and the impact from them smacking against your rear with each thrust was painful. your breathing quickened as his pace became relentless, tugging at your hardened nipples while slobbering all over you drunkenly — attempting to make out with you to stifle your cries.

he felt no remorse. after all, your mother was away on a work trip, and he had nothing to use as a fleshlight. you were the next best thing, or maybe even better — being so scared causing your cunt to tighten and pulse.

he fucked his hot, potent load deeper into you. rolling over, he laid on his back, breathing heavily. he didn't have the stamina of his younger self — the stamina of someone your age. he bucked his broad hips, bouncing you up and down, the tip pressed against your cervix and bruising it. pained and dumbfounded weeps left your lips as you passed out against him, heaving and whining out.

although, the next morning, you had no recollection of the night before. you didn't notice price's perverse gaze, you didn't understand his cruel and brutal smirk, the way your body felt violated and burned whenever you touched the cigarette burns and bruises along your thighs. it didn't take very long before symptoms became obvious, and you were sobbing your eyes out, completely lost and confused.

but, you connected the dots when you saw how adamant price was for you to keep the baby... this was his plan to keep you beside him, underneath him, so you'd understand your place beside a man like him.

[tojisun]

(pickup) trucker price is alive in my head again!!

thinking about the way he’ll lean over to buckle the seatbelt for you :(

like he’d purposefully brush against you too so you get a whiff of his scent. he smells like oil and rubber and earth, but also his aftershave, and it’s overwhelming that it makes you clench your legs together.

his eyes catch the movement and he bites back a grin because—god, love, ain’t you too easy to read?

you make small talk to fill in the silence; sure the radio’s on, but it’s dialled down so much that the rumble of the truck’s engine engulfs the sounds. you ask him about his day and his work, making amiable talk like it’d do anything to hide your blatant crush.

it doesn’t.

(you thought it was just going to be something fleeting—you met him in your first year, when you moved into your college dorm and met your roommate turned-into-your-now-best friend.

price was there to help her move in, lugging around her bags and bins while giving you a little polite smile, until it melted into something more genuine at the end of the day because, somehow, you managed to charm both price’s.

years have crawled by since then, and that crush just intensified into something bigger. into something more troublesome.

it can’t help that mr. price just keeps getting more ruggedly handsome as he ages.

but things are getting more muddled because of him too—his once ignorance of your crush is now replaced with longer looks, teasing voice, and more intimate smiles. he looks at you like he knows.

he looks at you like he wants you too—)

[thecraftydragonc]

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[pondslime]

Jenny Agutter as Nurse Alex Price

AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON (1981) dir. John Landis

[konigsblog]

NON-CON, STEPCEST, daddy issues, dumbification, intoxication.

You wish and mourn for any type of fatherly interaction. You seek validation from older men, men that always seem to disrespect you. Until John came along – your new stepdad.

You didn't care that it was wrong, you seeked out physical touch from him. Price always gave you a threatening gaze, one that warned you not to act up otherwise you'd be punished.

A punishment from your stepdad usually included him face fucking you or spanking your poor ass.

He hadn't been fucking you, only grinding up against you so he could cum in his boxers. Walking away chuckling and a cruel smirk stained on his face while you were left breathless and weak in the knees. So, you took matters into your own hands. If John wouldn't fuck you, a college boy would.

Stumbling home, giggling with mascara running down your cheeks. Both you and your boy best friend got drunk, fucking eachother stupid, his cum still oozing out your hole and staining your panties. And to say Price was angry was an understatement.

Pulling down your pants to see your cunt covered in thick cum, your eyes watering and the smell if vodka sticking to your skimpy dress. In a matter of seconds, he had you bare and your back pressed against the couch with his meaty cock forced and fucked into your wet pussy.

You babbled and whined, moaning out in pure pleasure as the sensation rushing through you. It was by far the thickest man you'd taken before – but John didn't need to know how many men you'd fucked...

Your back curved and arched as he smacked into your cunny again, his full and sticky balls smacking against your ass with each hard and rough thrust. Your pussy drooled, and he made you a babbling dumb mess in a matter of seconds when he began rubbing your sensitive clit in circles, smacking your ass harshly in-between thrusts while degrading you.

“Ya' fucked up, sweetness... Lettin' other men fuck ya'!? When ya' know fine well I'm supposed to be the one bullyin' my cock into this tight pussy.” Price's voice came out guttural as he drived his wet, hot length into you repetitively. You creamed around him, walls spamming and pulsing around his girth.

He didn't stop, when you tightened and squeezed around him, he forced you to arch your back so he could fuck into your sweet cunt easier. Groaning out hoarsely and gripping your tits painfully as he rutted against you one last time, shooting his potent load all in you walls.

Panting, his musk staining your body, you gazed at him drunkenly; a dizzy, stupid mess beneath him. Your eyes grew wetter, heavy balls pressed against your ass while he pushed his cum deeper inside you.

[ghostlywhiskey]

okay them but make it price x reader <333

i love my slow burns and i love my price au's leave me ALONE

[bishopony]

I have to hear a lot of crap from people IRL about me working as an artist from home because so many people don't see it as a "real" job if I'm not on that soul-sucking corporate grind. but getting called anti feminist is a new one LMAO

[yeyinde]

ALPHA PRICE?? I'm salivating

godd yeah. he's a surly bear of a man who lives in a corrie all by himself. spends all day by the tarn, chopping wood and hunting. built everything he owns with his bare hands. his scent alone send you into an early heat. super authoritative so even without an "alpha command," you're obeying immediately. despite his age, he's unmated (for reasons which of dubious nature). and your former boss (who tried to get you fired on multiple occasions lmao) for the extra power imbalance of it all. he's awful. he's mean. he's never gonna let you go. i love him.

[lucalicatteart]

A new sculpture! Finally... I feel like I never sculpt anymore since I'm always sick or have some 500 other things going on or projects to finish, but I'm trying to schedule time to do it more often this year hopefully..! Just a generic fantasy creature as usual, but did try making the eyes a little more sparkly this time.. hrmm..

[trashland-llamas]

Snap, Crackle, Pop

y/a-your age

Gn reader

'Did you just pop your hip?' Price asked, astonished. He did think it odd that their call sign was glowstick, chalking it up to some prank they'd done with Gaz. But hearing the amount of bone cracking that came from their body in the past week, he didn't think that'd be the reason. 'Yea, it happens. Be the crepitus. Just got some creaky joints.'

'Huh, you're only y/a though.' He had seen many of his colleagues retire early thanks to injuries or stiffening joints but they had all been nearing 60. 'Doesn't hurt. Well, the back does but that's the scoliosis talking.' Price was previously aware of their back pain, they all had it. Scolding his team about their posture whenever he saw one of them hunched over a laptop. 'Ever see a chiropractor for it?'

'You know a guy? But no, have you seen the way they crack people's necks? I'll pass, thanks.' Price slightly wincing as they popped their knuckles. 'Surely, there has to be something to treat it.' They ignored his withering stare. Unable to count the amount of times they argued over whether them popping their knuckles would lead to arthritis. Price adamantly claiming it would while they denied it.

'Don't worry, I usually wear support bandages under the gear. If it's a really bad day, add some ibuprofen and good as new.' The withering stare was more pronounced. 'No, not good as new. But I guess as long as you're not letting it get to the point of adding further injury or interfering with the job too much.' Price pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. 'Fine, if it becomes excruciating and I've done everything I can on my end, I'll come to you if it continues rearing it's ugly head 'kay?' 

'Okay, fine...coffee?' Getting up to brew himself another cup.

'Yes please.' Price ruffled their hair as he passed, grabbing their cup from the table.

[thoughtportal]

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price gouging medication that was paid for by tax payers

[konigsblog]

t!db!stepdad! price PLEASE :3

toxic-dadbod-stepdad-price who needs his stepdaughter to fill his wife's spot.

tw/cw: non-con/dub-con, stepcest, blowjobs, intoxication, alcohol consumption, age gap/difference (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say mid-20s.)

dead dove: do not eat. tell me i missed anything. :3 MDNI 18+

john doesn't like when other men look at his stepdaughter the way he looks at you. you're his stupid plaything, and he can't help himself from acting perverted over you. he doesn't trust other men, they'll take advantage of a drunken girl like you, just like he does.

your stepfather has cruel and unusual punishments, he doesn't feel guilty or ashamed though, not like others would feel acting this disgusting and overprotective of someone. he's deprived of sex, as your mother is away on a work trip. he needs someone to fill her spot, and you're just perfect for it.

he'll get you drunk, pouring vodka down your throat whilst he spits onto your tongue, your eyes glistening and looking up at him so obediently. glassy and glistening cheeks as you wrap your swollen lips around his shaft, slowly easing down onto his lengthy, hard dick and sucking him off sloppily and messily. you whimper quietly, sounds muffled by the thickness and musk of his hard dick, the scent filling your nostrils as you inch closer to his base.

his eyes are fixated onto the television, watching a football match whilst holding a cigar between his two, calloused fingers, the smoke filling the room whilst he takes swigs of straight vodka, grunting at the tightness of your lips around his wet cock. john's balls are hung, dripping with drool as you slobber all over his wet dick, eyes watering from shame. you're more ashamed as his stepdaughter to be going behind your mother's back like this, you just hope she'll understand.

the firmness of your stepfather's grip on your head is almost painful, having you cockwarm his dick with your pretty, warm and wet mouth. your cunt drools all over your panties, whining and squirming at the pulsating feeling against your tongue, as ropes of his hot release seep from his tip and run down your throat.