#captain price x male reader

[thegnomelord]

Lads listen

Daddy sub Price

Daddy sub price who pushes you against the desk and breathes out against your lips how much daddy missed his boy and his boy's pretty cock, then begging you to let daddy help his boy relax as he goes to his knees.

Daddy Sub Price who will happily bounce on your cock when you're too tired to have sex, whispering in your ear how good you are for daddy and to just let him take care of you. He will make you cum so many times you pass out, unable to tell between being awake and asleep with his warm cum filled hole clinging to your cock and his rumbling voice moaning about how good you are for daddy.

Daddy Sub price but he's drooling around your cock and every breath he's able to take he spends it on begging you to use daddy's throat harder, he can take it, you earned a nice reward and he wants to spoil his boy rotten.

Daddy Sub Price who never corrects the kinksters when they assume he's the Dom in your relationship, even goes so far as to agree and hold you close when he says so, because the look you give him and the way you pound him in the nearest storage closet is so worth it.

Daddy Sub Price in the leather harness and assless black leather chaps.

Daddy Sub Price in a leather harness and assless chaps with a riding crop. But the crop is for his boy to spank his ass with when he gets too loud because the sight of him in those leathers are for your eyes only.

Daddy Sub Price wants to feel more of the sting of the riding crop on his skin so he shaved his ass. And you lament the loss of all that hair, going to show him how daddy's boy wants to be treated.

God his ass is pretty all red, not from spanking him no, because good daddy's don't shave - but because you're groping his cheeks so damn hard, spreading and gripping ass so you can eat him out. You found some sort of lube that left him all sensitive and tingly, each scrape of your tongue on his hole or balls like a miniature orgasm that's not enough, leaving him shaking and leaking like a busted tap as he tries to tell you daddy learned his lesson; but you don't stop until he's so deep in subspace all he can do is drool into the pillows and moan about how good his boy is

Just. . . Just Daddy Sub Price

[jacobseedisbabygirl]

Under 16/blank blogs DNI please

Y/n: playing DND with the 141 awe damn, rolled another 1

Gaz: Well someone's not having any good-

Y/n: puts a dice in their mouth, and starts eating it. They hear crunching

Price: Y/N!! he tries to get them to stop

Y/n: laughing They're sugar dice!!!

Soap and gaz: both are dying of laughter

Price: I swear you lot are going to send me to an early grave.

[miange1]

could you do an older man and male reader who's nervous around him because he's got daddy issues?

definitely sex after :3

PUT ME IN A MOVIE — drabble

pairing: older character insert x younger male reader

tw: male reader, age gaps, daddy issues, "lana" mindset, daddy kink, slight feminization, reader is described to be smooth and soft, kinks stemming from trauma(kinks as in a daddy kink don't be weird), fantasies, constant teasing

note: wanted to off myself writing daddy. for the plot tho fr. reminder, i NEVER proofread.

older man, who had no clue why you acted this way around him. always so fidgety, never looking him in the eye, late responses, the stuttering. the stuttering really got on his nerves, give him a damn straight answer.

older man, who was much more perceptive over you as time passed. he would try to ask you what the matter was, but you'd brush it off and instantly change the subject or just plain out left. but he'd see it, he would notice it

older man, who'd see the way you'd look at him. notice the way your breathing seemed to stop or quicken once he got closer, see the way you'd get tense. he could see the way you'd flinch and shake, your face looking like you had a fever, the way you were huffing like you ran a mile.

older man, who'd realize almost too late. he figured it out, and used it to his own advantage. started bumping elbows on "accident" , tiny touches he knew would drive you crazy, making you look him in the eye when you spoke to him. yeah, he loved that part. you looked pathetic, looked like you needed him as a vessel to keep you alive. you looked at him like he healed something inside of you.

older man, who finally had you. or rather to you, you finally had him, but this wouldn't be the case if he hadn't made the first move. cornering you, asking you what the hell was wrong until you confessed. he loved it just as much as you did, and he didn't even think that would happen. you tagged along him all the time, hung onto him and couldn't take your eyes off of him,

older man, who took in every single sound you made like it would come loose from his grasp. taking in the way your body wiggled and arched from his touches and his teases. your skin glistening with sweat, he'd ask if you want a break but no– "daddy please.." you'd beg, trying to push him inside deeper

older man, who'd spoil you till your teeth rotted. getting all them clothes and things you wanted. as long as he could pick something out for you as well. he could dress you up like a pretty little baby doll, getting you all pretty and ready for him whenever he wanted. like you wanted.

older man, who'd only laugh and shake his head when you claimed the outfits were embarrassing. they weren't embarrassing, so stop covering yourself and that pretty body. he'd extended two fingers, telling you to come here so he could get a real good look at you. that skirt that covered nothing, giving him a real good look at that smooth cock that stood and leaked so pretty all for him, all because of him.

older man, who couldn't help himself. you wanted him, and now you had him. and then he had you, twitching and grinding all on him for more. "daddy.." oh, he'd get high off of it. "mhm, daddy's got you."

[miguel-owhora]

dragon!price who's an alpha—a lonely alpha. he's been alone for quite some time now, his nest barren and empty, no mate to sing dragonic songs back to him miles away, no mate to rekindle the embers in his heart.

his hoard—sorry, the 141—help him fill these empty spots. soap's rambunctious attitude and gaz's encouragement and ghost's dryly amused comments fill in the lonely parts, bringing him down from the soaring heavens and back to the ground, where price hears the thumping of the earth's core if he falls back into his dragonic instincts deep enough.

dragons are rare to come nowadays. most spend their lives in secrecy, in some rural land most would struggle to pronounce the names of, spent hiding in either solitude or with their mates—and in certain cases, families.

so imagine price's surprise when laswell drops in a new member into his little hoard. she says it's temporary, but there's a glimmer on her eyes when she says it, one that makes sense when price sees you—another dragon.

an omega, price's alpha brain tells him, awakening with glee at another dragon hybrid, at someone who could complete him. a potential mate.

price's alpha instincts are purring when he introduces himself, and he must look like a fool, when he hears his boys sniggering in the background. something lights up something in his chest, instincts roaring to life, when you smile at him and shake his hand. your hand makes his burn, hotter than anything else, hotter than the fire he hatched out of.

it comes to no surprise to him when you're even more reserved than ghost. dragon hybrids are already secretive as they are; omega dragon hybrids are worse. but eventually, price worms his way past the walls you've put up and the fun part comes: courtship.

for every type of naturalborn hybrid that roams earth, they each have their own courtship rituals. for many of them, alphas must prove their worth to their potential mate. werewolf hybrids will bring back game, will defend territory; harpies—depending on which region they live in—will also prove their worth by bringing back prey and helping to build nests.

price can recall the number of times soap had dragged in the corpse of a deer, still warm and fresh to ghost, or how gaz had proudly weaved a wall of brambles and sticks (nevermind the nails and sharp blades) outside ghost's private room. it amused him to no end, seeing them fall prey to their instincts.

but price isn't laughing when he succumbed to his own instincts.

your introduction to the team and you letting price get close to you already had his dragonic alpha mind reeling with excitement. even moreso when you approved of him courting you.

now, dragon hybrids were something else. oftentimes, they were more older than the other hybrids, more ancient and forged deep within the earth's core, connected to mother earth like no other. as such, their courting rituals were more.. barbaric, in other words.

price feels alive when he has to fight you, when your claws dig at his skin and his teeth at your shoulder, near your bite mark. when you roar with fury and punch him away, when your omegan sex has his alphan sex pumping with life. when you both tear up the training room, your set of wings flapping and glittering underneath the artificial lights, when price finally pins you down, when you give a purr of approval.

price finds the prettiest items and gifts them to you, when he dances between feeling overjoyed when you accept it, feeling like he's been stabbed when you reject it. gift by gift price feels pride bloom within him when he sees your little gift hoard grow. when he gifts you a pack of his cherished cigars and gives you his signature hat, he has to go outside and do circles in the heavens when you accept it with gentle hands and carefully guard it.

all of his hard work pays off when you tug him by his scruff and take him to your bedroom, where your bed is carefully nestled with different blankets, with clothes that reek of him. he feels like the luckiest man when you strip yourself of your clothes and lay on the bed, letting your wings—gorgeous things they are—spread out underneath you, take up the bed. your cock, hard and leaking and big, lays on your belly, cum pooling like ichor.

you spread your legs, the scent of an omega ready to mate and take what's theirs, registering in price's brain. it's all he needs before he's racing to tear his clothes off and climbs on you.

he's purring loudly when he touches you all over, dipping his head to kiss at your body, thankful that you gave him the chance to prove his worth. your scent is thick and heavy, musk strong. it makes the embers in his chest flicker and grow to a small fire.

the fire grows when he slips his cock inside, shuddering at how tight and hot you are, burning him. you don't help him, content to lay back and let him figure it out, but price is more than happy to do it by himself. anything for you.

he gets you to cum several times, spilling all over your belly, makes you whimper his name, dig your claws into his back and pull him close to kiss him hard.

price is only ever given permission to cum when you decide he's worthy. your claws dig into your chest and rip it open, an ancient heart beating, cracks of old magic glowing an unusual color. price knows what's to come, but he still grits his teeth when you also rip his chest open.

his knot is forming, catching on your hole, when the two hearts—ancient and waiting for each other after so many years—intertwine together. price pushes his knot in and finally cums, fuck, he shudders and moans, in pleasure and in pain when he feels your anal barbs dig around his cock and knot, making sure he's secured for a while.

the world seems brighter when he collapses on you, open chests bleeding together. he gives little nudges of his hips, cockhead kissing your womb, brushing against your prostate. he feels you sigh contently, and price's heart is a wildfire.

[omegapropaganda]

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I’m just imagining rugby players TF141. Price is the coach while Gaz, Soap, and Ghost are the players. You are their eager fanboy— always going to the games and first to buy merch. Following them on all social media and responding to all their posts.

We all seen rugby players and their bodies. Large beefy and hairy men just pressing against each other. TF141 is no different. So strong with their beefy muscular bodies— Soap and Price with the most good amount of hair on their chests and lower regions.

You would often find yourself jerking off or riding a dildo— imagining the silicon toy to be their dick. Moaning their names, wishing it was the real deal. You fantasized about the four men have the most perfect cocks. You know they have no idea you exist but that’s okay.

And they did notice you.

It was after a hard fought game that left them exhilarated and pent up at the same time. Price’s eyes monitored the crowd before laying them on you. As every one was leaving, the older man approached you. “I recognize you’re the fanboy? Me and the lads would like to meet you.”

You felt like passing out from those words. The coach was inviting you to meet them! This was a dream come true and you happily accepted the offer. You eagerly followed Price to the locker room— private section from the rest where the other players were.

Walking into the room, you were met with the three player completely naked, stroking their cocks. You stood shocked as you watched the scene, the three most sexiest men stroking their large erections.

“About damn time. This the lad who’s our fanboy? Look cute in those photos— now get to see you in person.” Simon grunts as he slows down his strokes and approaches you along with the others. All four men had you surrounded, Price was naked as well, his hairy beefy body pressing against your back.

You weren’t against this as your dream was reality. “Go on las, touch it.” Soap smirks as he waved his dick teasingly. You hesitantly touched it— was warm and thick in your hands, throbbing as you stroked it, the foreskin followed. Soap groans as he fucks your hand.

After that, you went from being their biggest fanboy to becoming their service boy. Satisfying their pleasures and stress after games or practice. All the men would stand in a circle and have you stroke their cocks and sucking— a bukkake circle. You happily accepted their thick loads of cum spurting on your face.

Then there was the actual sex. They rarely engaged in it before you came along. Now they’re feral whenever they fuck you. Your tight ass and moans of pleasure was music to them. You could determine that Ghost and Price were the biggest with average girth while Soap and Gaz were slightest above average with the greatest amount of girth.

You love it when the men fuck you dumb. You threw the toy away— demanded by Price since their dicks are the replacements. He doesn’t want you using that pathetic excuse now that you’re dealing with real cocks.

When it came to the sex, Soap and Gaz were more soft and passionate. Giving you praises and compliments. Their rough hands worshipping your body. Just wholesome.

Price and Ghost on the other hand— they’re more rough with Ghost being roughest. Price starts slow before ramming his cock deep into your ass— rearranging your guts. Ghost was just rough, he asked for your consent about it and you happily agreed to it.

Ghost would always prep you before fucking you like a sack of meat. His deep rough voice echoed into yours: “slut” “boytoy” “love being our whore” just degrading you. He left the most marks on your body— hickeys, bite marks, and hand prints.

At the end, the four men would work to clean your body. Washing you done and soothing your skin. Ghost would apologize for being rough while soothing rubbing your back. The four men basked in your presence.

It’s not greedy to have four husbands, right?

I just been feral for the last few days. More so than usual. These men just make me so 😩 keep this up and I’ll have all my requests for round 4 completed.

Tag list: @hiddens-eden @spnfanboy777 @buckyshusband0 @zamfam4272 @starboye @boypied @maxxioislost @sluttyhusband

[yanderestarangel]

౨ৎ HEADCANONS COD || GHOST, KÖNIG, CAPTAIN PRICE — ROMANTIC SEX WITH THEM

TW: body worship, romantic sex, use of lingerie, ftm reader, v!sex, anal sex, blowjob, praise, daddykink, age gap, fluff, femboy reader, reader without top surgery.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ GHOST ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"I love you more than I can express."

♡⁠┊He is usually a quick lover and likes to mark you to show everyone that you belong to him, something in the nature of leaving you completely covered in love bruises that makes you dizzy.

♡⁠┊But something made him want to take it slow from that lazy and cold morning. He needed to go to work again on another Bravo 141 mission - however, seeing you needy and rubbing yourself against him, asking him to stay a little longer was like a siren song that he couldn't deny the call. "Are you feeling neglected, my baby?" Ghost speaks in a hoarse voice, slightly lifting his balaclava to meet your lips as he lay down on your bed again.

♡⁠┊You rubbed yourself against his muscular body, a silent plea for more than just making out – even though you knew you were going to be late, your husband couldn't deny you anything, so it wasn't a surprise to you when his fingers found their way to your pussy and began a soft dance on your clit.

♡⁠┊It didn't take long for Ghost to quickly take off his clothes and stand above you, his left hand holding your hip and keeping you where he wanted you to be, gently slamming his hips into yours as the wet sound of flesh against flesh filled his ears and made him dizzy. Unlike the other times, that morning he just wanted to feel you completely. He wasn't fucking you; he was making love to you and worshiping every inch of your body.

♡⁠┊"You look beautiful like this... You really complete me, don't you?" Ghost spoke softer than ever, his voice seemed like a balm that penetrated your soul – his free hand caressed your cheek and he stopped his movements long enough for you to feel his cock warm up a little more inside you. He momentarily took off his skull balaclava, so you could look directly into his face; his blue eyes seemed to want to tell you feelings that he didn't have the courage or way to say in mere words – one thing was certain, he loved you.

♡⁠┊He leaned in enough to press his lips against yours, Simon rarely kissed when you had sex, yet there he was – moaning into your tongue softly as his hips met yours again. Several "I love you"s came out of his mouth messily. His body trembled and the world disappeared completely as he explored every inch of your body as if looking for some detail he had never seen before.

♡⁠┊After a few more thrusts he finally cums inside your pussy, making you cling to him as you felt your stomach swell slightly from the amount of semen in your gut. He stood there, holding the back of your neck as he caught his breath.

♡⁠┊Ghost looked at his watch and sighed, realizing how late he was for work, but seeing you there, all beautiful and messy... He decided to stay, just for that day. "I'm not going to leave now, just rest my boy, when you wake up I'll be here." He said meditating in his mind that it was a great way to start his day, and maybe he should adore you a little more every day.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ KÖNIG ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"You make me nervous... And I like it."

♡⁠┊He liked the softness of your skin on his hands, he liked the way you smiled beautifully and blushed when you were too embarrassed, he liked the way his bracelet matched yours and how beautiful it looked when you two held hands. König loved you more than he ever thought he could ever feel in his life.

♡⁠┊He was terrible with words, but every action he did was the purest to demonstrate how much he was in love with you; in fact, in love was an understatement, König was madly in love with you - in a healthy and good way. He was a military soldier trained for years, he could kill enemies and targets easily without any regret - and yet, you made him so nervous and out of himself, as if butterflies were growing in his stomach.

♡⁠┊And this also happened when you had sex. His muscular, imposing and scarred body was beneath you - his eyes had a solemn expectation of seeing you take control and enjoy his body. His hands held the soft flesh of your waist and he whimpered softly feeling your body connected deeply to his.

♡⁠┊You didn't know where the territory of intimacy between each other began or ended, at that moment, you and the Austrian were only one. "I... Love you so much, you're mine, aren't you, liebling?" König moaned muffled by his sniper mask, his muscles rippled slightly as he fixed his focus on your body and how your clitoris was swollen - because of the hours of the two of you exploring each other's bodies.

♡⁠┊You could see little tears welling up in his eyes – he was short-circuiting from so many stimuli together. The love in his chest that burned his insides all the way to his stomach with that cold, good feeling of being madly in love with someone, you made him lose control of his senses.

♡⁠┊He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he admired you for being a strong man and that he was very lucky to have you in his life... However, the only sounds that could come out of his mouth at that moment were honeyed and hoarse moans, accompanying his eyes rolling back in his skull and him squeezing your smaller body tightly, to the point of leaving marks that would remain for another day.

♡⁠┊He whimpered louder, incoherent words, but you knew they were all just the purest love and affection for you. König held you tightly, making you sit on his entire length at once – the wet and pleasurable sensation made you milk his cock with your inner walls pulsing and wanting more – at the same time your partner quickly withdrew from your wet hole and came all over your belly, marking you as his again.

♡⁠┊"I love you..." Was all he could formulate as he buried his face in your soft flesh and waited for his heart and breathing to return to normal as his body went slightly numb. "You make me feel things I never thought possible... You are the man of my life and if there is a paradise I am definitely already in it, with you." He speaks with a certainty never seen before by you, his words came straight from his soul, making you feel more desired and loved.

♡⁠┊He slowly began to fall asleep, still holding you, as if he was afraid that you would disappear from his arms - one of his hands on the side of your ass while his cock softened against your stomach, the sensation still burned both of your skins, but you both just wanted to enjoy that moment without any extra feeling, just the purest and most peaceful love. In years, König could smile genuinely behind his mask, knowing that he had found something more to fight for.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ CAPTAIN PRICE ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"I want more than your pretty face..."

♡⁠┊It was just supposed to be sex, he paid to have a young man like you to satisfy him and have a beautiful accessory by his side - but soon the captain found himself attached to you in a way he never imagined. You were a funny, smiling and bright man, just like a sunshine.

♡⁠┊The first few dates between the two of you were really comfortable – he was a gentleman with you and made you feel like the most desirable man in the world; and then he completely broke you in bed until you didn't even know how many times he came. Price was the type of sugar daddy who tries not to get attached to your presence but it doesn't take long for him to find himself thinking about your image after a few sexual encounters.

♡⁠┊It was never his intention to really fall in love with you... but the way you touched him, the way you smiled at him, the way that silk lingerie fell on your body and adorned every curve of your skin, the way you moaned and whimpered when his cock entered your pussy... It was too much for him to bear and see as just an exchange of monetary favors.

♡⁠┊You caused reactions he didn’t even think were possible. You were everything he dreamed of in a partner. Even without obligation, you kept him company and never asked for anything in return, listening to his stories about past missions and the challenges he and his team faced. Price always finished his tales with a soft sigh and a vulnerable look, realizing how much he had opened up to you. "Ignore that, my lad, I just ramble too much like every old man," he would say, trying to hide the blush on his face. It was so obvious how much he considered you more than just a mere companion.

♡⁠┊He wanted to be with you all the time. It became more than just a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship—he really wanted something serious with you. However, his insecurities always prevented him from saying anything more; he would freeze every time he tried to invite you to something more romantic than a sexual encounter in a luxurious hotel room.

♡⁠┊That night was lighter and different from most of the ones you were used to having. Price wanted to express how much he wanted you more than a pretty face sucking his cock and walking around with luxury items bought by him. The white lace lingerie adorned your body and barely covered your shiny pussy – The captain was between your legs, his voluminous beard tickling your sensitive flesh with each protruding lick he gave with his tongue on your lips, making you press his head between your soft thighs and making you even more drunk with pleasure.

♡⁠┊The rose petals he had scattered on the bed earlier stuck to your sweaty skin – your breasts swayed with each movement of the older man’s tongue as you felt like a god for being so adored by someone. Your wetness spread across his face and skin, the scent of sweet musk making him dizzy and hard as fuck.

♡┊He rubbed his hips on the soft mattress, looking for some friction to warm his erection – you could hear small moans and husky words coming from his lips as his blue eyes devoured you inch by inch. "Fuck, you make me so hard, you don't know what you do to me." Price groaned hoarsely as he gently slapped your thigh to make you moan even louder for him.

♡⁠┊After making you cum again on his tongue – Price would get on his knees between your legs and rub his hard, throbbing cock against your entrance, wet with your juices and his saliva. The thick, warm tip of his shaft applied a delicious, slow pressure to your swollen clit, making you beg for him to fill you up soon.

♡⁠┊As soon as he did, the older man leaned in enough to kiss you as his hips worked at a slow, sensual pace – his muscular thighs smacked against yours while his balls slapped against your ass cheeks, making you hear a wet noise in the process. You saw Price's smile widen even more when he saw you blushing at him being so loving with you, treating you like the god you were.

♡⁠┊"I can't hold it anymore... fuck boy, you make my heart race." He said between moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he sped up his movements and made your curves jump out of the thin fabric of the lingerie you were wearing. He grabbed one of your breasts as he squeezed it tightly and came inside you without warning, it was a new but strangely hot sensation.

♡⁠┊He sighed and stared into your eyes, his breathing even meeting yours rhythmically. "You make me feel things... I know this should be a business relationship, but I can't let a beautiful boy like you escape me." The older man said with a soft smile and kissed you on the forehead. "Let's have dinner at a restaurant... Just you and me, no sex, no sugar daddy or sugar baby, just you and me, my prince, no pressure, obviously... I just want to show you that I fell in love with you much more, much more than your pretty face and perfect body." He said, looking at you with all the passion he could show – he didn't know where this relationship could go, but he wanted to try to love again and he wanted to love you, only you.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[nozo-muu]

TF141 LOVES CHUBBY MEN

Little drabble I thought of.

As a fellow chubby people lover, I’m going to project my taste onto these four.

This is inspired by someone who did this prompt but I can't find it anywhere to tag them T-T

Anyways…

No one can convince me that these men don't find chubbiness attractive, especially in a man. Like yes they like skinny twinks and muscly men (even though they see them everyday) but a bear or an otter, or just a chubby guy in general would make them go crazy.

Having that extra chubb to grip and love would be amazing, not having to worry about being too rough but also the other not being a hard mass of muscle but a soft pillow to go to at anytime… hard at the thought. And don't get me started on the love handles.

Like imagine them getting fucked by a chubby man and they're just touching and grabbing everything they can to ground themselves.

Or if they're fucking him, the way they would go crazy at the movement of the other’s body. The recoil on that ass…

And the tits?! Feral. Grabbing them whenever, sucking and titty fucking them would be their passion.

And if he's in 141 and has that muscular dad bod with strong arms and a nice belly? Nose bleeds immediately. Like yeah he goes to the gym and is in the military but he won't say no to pizza or beer.

Also the cuddle sessions with him would go crazy. They can all just lay besides (on top of) him and unwind from the mission they just had. Like imagine price has his head on his chest while Gaz and Soap are lying on his stomach and Simon is cozy on his thighs (you can't tell me Simon isn't a thigh guy). Also he for sure would be an amazing hugger.

Horny, just horny. They love it.

Raw raw raw or whatever Gaga said.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Grumpy!Reader whose kid accidentally throws their ball over the fence and into John Price's backyard. So you go over to retrieve it, knocking on his door.

He opens the door a few minutes later with the ball in hand, expecting a kid, but instead there's you. You who's so tall and and whose face looks so detached for someone who's a parent.

"Hey, look, my kid accidentally threw that ball over the fence," you say, pointing to said ball in Price's hand. You hold out your own larger one, waiting for him to give it. "We were playing catch and the little one, they threw it too hard and too high. Wasn't on purpose."

You're so clearly waiting for the ball and he has no real reason to keep it, so he gives it back to you. And once it's in your hands, you turn on your heel to leave to go back to your own house.

Until he calls out to you. "How about you make it up to me by joining me for a cup of coffee or tea?" he asks, flustered when you turn back to face him with a raised eyebrow. "I've seen you around, seen you with your kid. Seems like you could use a break, so the offer's on the table."

You stare at him, don't even reply to his offer. You just head back to your house. But days later, when your kid accidentally throws their ball into his backyard again, you say yes to his offer.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[henwinchesters]

╰ OMEGA! JOHN PRICE not being able to produce slick during his heats because he hasn’t found a proper mate yet.

He’s getting older and time doesn’t seem to be slowing down at all for him. Every heat is spent alone and painful because he yearns for someone that’ll take care of him and have him experiencing a decent heat where he doesn’t need lube to get off for the first time. There hasn’t been an Alpha who has made John’s loins move in need or his cunt slick up yet.

That is until you, the younger and much stronger Alpha joins the task force. A new sergeant that has him slicking up in seconds from your pheromones and the way you operate in the field. John always finds himself soiling his underwear when you’re around because he just can’t seem to get a hold of himself nor control it. So every time you’re around, he watches the way your eyes’ll darken and your nose flares because you smell it leaking right through his trousers.

When you get a hold of John for the first time, you immediately press your nose against his crotch and fuck, it makes him gush until there’s a wet spot prominent. He goes through so many underwear in a day because of you. Can you imagine, pulling down his underwear and watching the way his slick clings to the fabric because he’s so wet, the hair on his thigh matted and the smell hitting you in the face because you’re so close.

© HENWINCHESTERS ™

[gaysindistress]

**cw cancer mention, smoking mention** You and i both know Price and Ghost would have a certified bad time if their SO was diagnosed with lung cancer from secondhand smoke from their Cigarettes and cigars. (In all seriousness kids, don't ever start. Vapes, Cigarettes, cigars, dip, etc. Its expensive and really hard to quit!)

I h a t e smoking/vaping/tobacco. I’m insufferable when it comes to my soap box lectures about how awful all of it is.

Price and Simon would never forgive themselves if you were affected at all by their habits but even more so if you hated it and begged them to stop. Imagine spending years begging them to please stop, helping them to find ways to stop only to end up with the consequences of their actions. Imagine the utter turmoil they would be in while sitting at your bedside, your thinning hand in theirs and them crying their heart. They’ve apologized too many times to count, begged every god known to man, and called every doctor they can find. None of their efforts have been successful and yet you still smile at them while you waste away into nothing.

The funeral is a bleak affair. Both men would barely remember the event aside from the pitiful stares and disgusting smiles. Both men would stare at your portrait and feel the slow stab of guilt in their stomachs when they realize this is their fault.

Would they stop smoking?

No of course not. Now the sticky smell of tobacco is all they have left to ground them to this earth.

[thegnomelord]

me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

-❀

Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

[ghostsforghosts]

Mafia Boss!Price x Mafia Boss!Reader (Male Reader)....

Mafia Boss!Price who has ruled the city with an iron fist for the past few years. He took the time to bribe the politicians in the city, making sure no one could build a case against him. He seduced the regular citizens of the city by funding schools, homeless shelters, and more.

Everything about him had been crafted to perfection, the way he was scary to his enemies but tender for the people under his rule. He was running a tight ship, no cracks for any outsiders to take control of his territories.

Until you came, a mafia boss no one had heard of until you just appeared one day.

You were clearly a foreigner, not someone who had lived in the city for even a month before you tried climbing the ranks. Your men were brutal with people, scaring the low-level criminals who were previously loyal to Price until they came to your side.

You had the advantage of having some very capable goons who didn't mind going out and doing constructions of buildings themselves, having a leg-up Price who could only pay construction workers. You even went to work on a construction site yourself, which did well to endear the public to you.

Slowly but surely, you were taking over territories in the city that had been Price's for years until now. His properties and land were getting smaller and smaller, not small enough to put him out of business completely, but enough that he was growing tired of it.

But he didn't want to risk getting on the citizens' bad side by starting a war between you and him, so he called you to one of his favorite pubs which resided in the area of the city you were eyeing currently. He was going to negotiate a deal that would be beneficial to you both, because he was very frustrated with having to fight for the areas of the city he had ruled over for years before.

He just hoped he could strike a deal with you.

Banners made by @/cafekitsune and divider made by @/dollywons

Did I purposefully leave y'all on a cliffhanger? Yes. But this was longer than I was planning.

Don't worry, there's a second part (or more) coming.

Requests are open!

[killmeprettypleasee]

SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAT

Warning: age gap reader is 24 and Price is 35, Brat reader, kinda mean Price(?).

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You and Price had been married for just a year now, you and him had been even more close than you two started dating.

He had been sweet to you, and he's very well mannered,, so you were quite thankful to have him as your husband.

But currently you decided to be a brat and start a tantrum every minute of the day,, and fuck did it annoy John..

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Suddenly you were shoved to the bed, your body dipping into the soft foam, Price has a devious look in his eyes causing you to shiver slightly at the eye contact.

"You little bitch,, you just don't know how to keep that mouth of yours shut?"

John harshly spoke out causing you to whimper.

Suddenly your pants along your boxers were ripped off and legs had been spread forcefully and folded, now your head was inbetween your knees, Price grabbed the back of your ankle and pushed it down to have a good look at your hole, He licked his lips and pulled his cock out.

By the table side drawer he grabbed a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his cock, He couldn't wait to shove his cock deep into your depts,, your warmth,, he just wanted to claim that ass of yours.

But gladly John has some self control to help him resist not to go hard on you yet, your eyes began to go glossy abd tears slowly poured into thin lines, It was a sight to see that his bratty husband was getting nervous to get fucked by him, He loved that look and couldn't help but smirk.

"looks like the little brat actually knows how to shut the fuck up huh?"

Suddenly Price began to shove his cock deep into your ass hole, You let out little whines and cries as he sinked in to your depths.

"J-john.. n-ngh s-slow down.."

You cried softly,

"shut up."

Price replied with a harsh scowl and thrust into you, hitting your prostate head on causing you to jerk up when his hips slammed against your ass.

This caused you to see stars when his hips began to piston in and out of you, small cries and begs left your lips as your hole was being ravished by him.

Now you were a crying and whimpering mess beneath his muscular form, His hands gripped on both on your back knees, pressing them down and folding you like paper.

After round after rounds, Price grew exhausted and when he came he fell untop you and fell unconscious from the tiring in and out of his cock into you.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling weak amd your hips sore, you looked down at him,, gazing at his face then held him close.

You thanked the gods that he was done, and you finally learned a lesson today..

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about retired!price, so insatiable with nothing to do, fingering his cunt and grinding against pillows with your musk thick shirt pressed up against his nose. his body becomes softer with nothing to do, love handles forming and a bigger belly growing, with thighs soft and jiggly, and an ass so pretty and plush like a sweet, juicy peach.

you're still away on deployment, a couple years younger than price and still in your prime. you can't wait for the day where you finally retire, where you can spend the rest of your days with your husband.

but price can't wait—he's paranoid that someone else will get your attention and steal you away from him. someone younger, more attractive, and despite your reassurance that such thing won't happen, it eats away at him. so he does the only logical thing he can come up with.

when you come back on break, you have a hard time getting john off you. he's insatiable, his fingers running all over your body, more than happy to pull down your pants and lavish your cock in affection. he'll throw you onto bed, remind you why exactly he was captain, and milk you for all you're worth. he'll run you dry and keep on going, as if he was young again. and sure, his legs burn, exhaustion nips at him, but fuck, he'll keep on making you cum inside his pussy if it means he'll have your kids.

[someuselesslyexpensivecheese]

John Price x Clingy Merman Male reader—anyone?

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Warning(s): N/A

Disclaimer(s): There’s nothing generally explicit gore described in the text below but there are mentions of injuries, and a good portion of blood coming from Merman reader, and a past injury from Price that he’s currently healing from, with Merman reader, the text below describes readers non-human features as unsettling or unpleasant to look at.

General note(s): Though reader is Remora fish or sucker fish type, hence his clingy-ness, it is never officially stated in the text below, but Reader’s fish like qualities are described, like fins, scales, mouth, and eyes, body type is never described but reader is very subtlety implied to be heavier than he looks when taken out the water.

other mention(s): Pronouns used for reader are He/Him/His and is referred to as ‘(name)’ in the text

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Summary: Price meets a mermaid or should he say….merman, washed up on shore bleeding with a missing fin, and decided to help him bringing him back into his home and him patching up, however he might’ve underestimated how much maintenance this particular merman actually needed.

Above the sea shells and Ocean sores

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Price shifted in his bed tossing and turning before finally getting up, it was just before sunrise, although he really didn’t have a real reason to wake up this early, as he was on medical leave, but, nonetheless he still got up from bed and started his day, unfortunately for him though there was not much he could really do, aside from eating, and watching the news, so he decided to go find breakfast elsewhere, just for a change of scenery.

Grabbing his keys and headed out the door from his apartment, he made to the nearest bus stop to head downtown, John walked fairly slow keeping his torn calf in the back of his mind as he sat down, well can you really call it a torn calf if you’ve been shot in the leg? Still, can’t really walk properly either way.

He got on the first bus that arrived, scanning his card, the scanner blinked red, the bus driver in front of him sighed “Sorry, But can’t let you on this bus, your card’s expired” she says, Price clicked his tongue and begrudgingly got off, the bus steers past him and John started making his way the opposite direction.

There was a short cut around South of where he lives and it generally leads to downtown, John wondered why the bus lines always take the same route when both there’s five different routes that lead them in their designated stops, some are shorter too, John wondered perhaps some mysteries will never be solved.

But to be fair the route Price generally uses as a shortcut to downtown is a beach, usually very packed around this time of year, but today it’s almost empty, emphasis on almost empty, it is, in fact empty, aside from one person whose laying on his side between the coastline of where the waves and the sand meet, Price couldn’t really tell from afar but the guy looked like he was letting out rapid short breaths.

Maybe they’re hyperventilating. Price wasn’t sure, perhaps they’re just taking a nap, and he was overthinking it, but nonetheless he still jogged up to them to see, and yeah, he was right even if the man was facing away from him, he could tell, he was letting out short staggered breaths and pausing in between, like the room around his chest cavity was constricted, Price immediately flipped him over on his back, and instead of doing basic CPR procedure, John gasped, he froze, and stared at the man beneath him.

And it’s not like he looked off putting or anything like that…..actually scratch that he is off putting, mainly due to his wide round fish like eyes, and the fact that just below his pecs are gills, opening and closing as he took a breath, among other things, he looked distraught, staring up at Price as he pants quick and quiet, after a solid thirty seconds finally he gasped.

And that seemed to take Price out of his trance, immediately picked the merman up from his lower hip and between his shoulder blades and tossed him into the sea, John watched as his tail disappeared from view and into the blue waters, seemingly swimming away frantically from what Price can see, he huffed , shaken from what he saw, creepy….

Price was about to turn away before he looked down at his shoes which were still submerged in water, but the water beneath his feet was dark and red, and before he knew it he saw the same merman crawling up on shore gasping, and panting on his left before finally collapsing on his left side, just like how John found him before, however unlike before his eyes followed his fins and found it, blood, trailing from behind his tail down to the wet sand and into the shoreline, he was missing a fin, probably couldn’t swim very well.

John took his gaze out the ocean again and found another set of fins and tail diving into the water, much larger than the merman beside him, much narrower too despite its size, its main fin more triangular with two rounder shaped fins on each side, well at least now he knew what that creepy looking fish was running from, although John didn’t waste a moment before he walked towards the merman and, again, picked him up, however this time he didn’t throw him back into the water instead he cradled the creature, and almost frantically tried to find another source of water he can put the merman into, stepping into one direction and then to another before backing up to where he took the merman from, Price looked down at said merman and saw him gasping, the gills on his chest flapping open and close almost swiftly.

then John remembered, he had a bathtub in his apartment, it wasn’t big, but it might work just fine, Price sprinted back to where he entered the beach and turned the corner, completely disregarding the fact that he was still injured and there was a high likelihood he’ll tear his calf muscle while running, zooming past the houses John thought to himself god why is he even doing this he even doing this he should call for animal rescue, ambulance, something…not take whatever this thing is into his home, actually now that he thought about it an ambulance or animal rescue might not be of much help, they wouldn’t even know what this thing is let alone know how to help it. John hastily took out his keys and opened the door to the building.

Time wasn’t much on his side at the moment, as he could feel the merman’s scales starting dry beneath him, so no elevator, and besides that’ll put him and this thing at risk of being seen, so he took the emergency exit stairs, and started to sun up the stairs, until he reached his floor, thank whomever is up in the clouds that this building is only four stories tall, at least he didn’t have to worry about risking himself getting injured again, John didn’t even bother to take his keys and open the door this time, he just decided to kick it open, aiming his good leg to the door handle he kicked as hard as he can until the handle broke and John pushed himself inside, and ran to. the bathroom immediately dropping the merman in the tub, it was only then that Price realized that the sea creature’s breath couldn’t even be deciphered anymore, it ws just the quiet flaps of the gills on his chest and fins, Price stumbled in his bathroom and reached his hand to the faucet.

the water sprayed out the nozzle, and the bathtub began filling up, however it wasn’t filling up fast enough, as movement from the merman began to dwindle, Price, without thinking cupped his hands under the faucet and began splashing the merman with the water more specifically towards his upper body onto his face and gills until the water was high enough, that the sea creature’s upper body was submerged, Price kept the water running until the water reached just below the edge but not enough to actually spill over the tub.

John huffed getting off his knees, stumbling back on the counter, he looked at the fish-creature his vision a bit hazy from running under the sun, there was no movement, no fast frantic breathing, nothing. John wondered if he didn’t get here fast enough and the merman had already suffocated, and now there’s just a dead fish creature laying in his bathtub, in broad daylight too, shit, Price took a step closer looking down at the merman, he took a couple seconds staring him down, studying him and drawing out his features, still no movement, he was as still as a statue, Price then reached his hands down to his face submerging his hand into the water, it rippled a little bit, but the merman underneath stayed still.

John traced the merman’s face with his pointer finger, slowly and carefully feeling the scales as he maneuvered his finger up and down his face, huh, guess he’s not hallucinating, or maybe he is and he just brought a regular large fish from the beach for no reason, Price pulled his hand back his hand now glossy and dripping from the bathtub water, and he kept staring at the wide eyed fish….thing, he honestly didn’t know what else to call it other than ‘The merman’ or ‘Sea creature’ among other things, who knows the merman could’ve had a name, or maybe he doesn’t, hell Price doesn’t know much about fish for all he knows this thing should’ve stayed in myth, not reality-

Just in the middle of John’s internal monologue, The Merman gasped bubbles filtering area where his face is, this made Price Jumped from where he was squatting down stumbling backwards onto the tile floor and hitting his head on one of the lower cabinets “ack…” he muttered, water spilled onto the tiles and Price saw the tail of the Merman shifting making the water drip from the edge of the tub, Price looked up to see The Merman awake, seriously, he needs a better nickname for this guy aside from ‘The Merman’.

He was awake, not only awake but his head’s above the water, his torso was still submerged for more than obvious reasons, his hands were on the edge of the tub and he was looking at Price curiously, silently but curiously, and now that John is this up close to the thing, he can nitpick a bunch of details of his face that he couldn’t have before, actually a lot more details he didn’t even pick up on before he brought this Merman into his home.

Like the lack of a proper nose, his rounded fin ears that twitch every now and then as he looked at Price, they lay like veils on the sides of his ears due to them being dripping wet, but that didn’t seem to affect general movement from them, or maybe his pouty downturned mouth, that opened slightly ajar to reveal his sharp teeth, that made John shiver, gross, creepy, everything about this fish person is creepy, down to his wide round eyes with a pale cream sclera.

John made a face when he finally turned to meet the fish’s gaze, took one moment to look at him before turning away again, safe to say that The Merman in fact freaked him out, more than he liked to admit, and despite John’s reaction to him, he still stared unblinking at Price, he and John stared at each other possibly for a moment too long, before that thing blinked, well, more like a paler layer of his skin cover his eyes, before it slips back into the corners of his eyes, Price made a face, shaking his head, and finally decided to stand up and leave him there in the tub.

“Where are you going?”

Price stopped in his tracks and looked at The Merman, did he hear that right?, there’s no way, John turned his head and faced him again staring at him intensely, “Im sorry?” John asked “I said, where are you going?” the merman said. John didn’t know what to say his mind blanking out, too focused on the fact that, this thing can talk, he blinks once—twice before saying a half-hearted “Going, uh….going to get breakfast” and shyly pointing to his front door, that is still broken from when he kicked it. Then Price realized that, The Merman was still injured and blood slowly seeped out from his wound, spreading out through the bathtub.

“uhm….you’re still bleeding…here uh-” he stuttered, walking back into the bathroom, and opening the lower cabinet and got out the first aid kit, and took out the ace bandages and rubbing alcohol, he stood back up and walked closer to the tub, he hesitated for a moment, is this safe for him? maybe he should research about how to heal a damaged fin from a fish first before he does this, but that’ll take a while he might bleed out, or suffocate in the water of his own blood if I don’t do this now, The Merman tilted his head waiting for him, Price watched him before he ultimately decided to lean down and take care of the wound before it becomes infected, “can you flip over for me?” he asked, the merman looked up at him before flipping over to his back to show his bleeding tail, and the very obvious missing fin from it. Price stared with the Rubbing alcohol, pouring some into a gauze, but then he thought again, what if it just makes it worse, but. it’ll help sterilize the wound, but he’s a fish it might be risky to do that, we don’t know how his body works.

Ultimately Price decided against using the gauze, and opted to just use his ace bandages, he struggled lifting The Merman’s lower hip, soon as he had him in a stable position did he unraveled the ace bandages and started wrapping it around his lower back starting on his abdomen then working his way down until the wound is completely covered, he secured the wrap by tying the bandage into a knot at the back making sure its tight enough to hold it in place but not too tight that it squeezes him, and with that Price puts The Merman back into the water, The Merman looked down at his abdomen before flipping back over on his back. Price sighed and stood back up, groaning and rubbing his calf, when he felt it stiffen, He started walking away before that thing spoke up again “Hey! where are our going?…why are you leaving so soon?”, John sighed again, this time in distain, going back in the bathroom again “I have to go eat, I can’t just sit here all day with you…” he says, The Merman paused for a moment before saying “can’t you eat here?”.

Price scrunched his brows at The Merman, “why?” Price asked “Nothing, its uh…Im just hungry as well…” he says, John sighed “alright I’ll get something for you, I’ll be back around, lets say ten-thirty?” John says tapping his finger on the door frame, The Merman nodded, John nodded to him as well, and he finally was able to leave, but then he remembered, oh right his door, the knob was broken, looks like he kicked off parts of the door frame as well, John smacks his lips pinching the bridge of his nose, alright, no eating out today, not like he can now that he brought a mythical creature into his home. John closed his door, as best as he could at least and bolted it and then made his way to the fridge to see what he can cook for himself, still, not sure on what the fish in his bathtub eats. assuming he eats other fish due to his sharp teeth, John took out the Salmon from his freezer.

He could cook this, give The Merman something good, but then again The Merman could probably just eat it raw, Price put the Salmon in the fridge to defrost and looked for something for himself, he settled on sausages and egg on toast for that day, and after cooking he made his way back to his bathroom with the Salmon and his breakfast in hand, John opened the door and set his breakfast on the bathroom counter, The Merman looked over at John curiously, John then opend the package that the Salmon was placed in and hand turned around handing it to him, he took the Salmon from John’s hands, webbed, clawed fingers gripped onto the Salmon, Before he started biting and chewing on it. Price was relieved that he was able to get him to eat, and started eating his own breakfast as well.

not long after The Merman was licking his fingers and eating off any excess Salmon on his hands, Price was till eating he wiped his mouth before speaking “By the way, I never caught your name, after, yknow…the beach fiasco”, he put his hands back in the water looking up at Price “My name? uhm…I guess you can call me (name)” he says, John nodded, so he does have a name an awfully human name much to his suprise “Im John, John Price” Price says “nice to meet you John” he says “You got a last name?” he asked, The Merman shook his head “Really? you’ve got a first name but no last name?” John says “I’ve never met my parents” he says “frankly nobody does in my world at least” he says, John stared at him for a moment humming and nodding along, interesting thought to think about. “so…How’d you get your name then?” he asked The Merman thought for a moment before responding “My Group chose it for me” he says, John scrunched his brows “Group?” “other Mermaids that I swim with to find food, practically grew up with them” he responded, John nodded there’s a lot more about this Merman he has to learn about.

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The next day John awakens by the sound of the shower head opening in the bathroom, he gets up to investigate only to find The Merman, with his chin up to the shower head and his eyes closed, well ‘closed’, it really is just that one layer of pale transparent skin just below his cornea that open and closes from the corner of his eyes. Price cleared his throat to get his attention, and he turns his head opening his eyes “hello” he says. “Morning” John responds groggily, and turns to the sink to go brush his teeth, John sees The Merman watching him brush his teeth before he turns back to the shower seemingly enjoying droplets running down his scales.

John spits out the excess fluoride and wipes his mouth with a towel, he watches him for a few moments leaning against the counter thinking, he taps his index finger on the granite, he ultimately let out a sigh and took out another towel from the lower cabinet, setting it to the side and turning on the the faucet once more cupping his hands and splashing his face with the water, at least twice before grabbing the bar of soap beside him and rubbing it between his hands, placing the Soap back and started scrubbing his face, he cupped his hands under the faucet again and splashed his face with water three more times before wiping his face with the towel.

Price then turned his attention to The Merman, who was still enjoying the shower, “hey mind if I turn that off? I really don’t wanna pay more for the water bill” he says, leaning down and twisted the knob, making the water stop periodically. He looked a little dissatisfied when the water switched off but said nothing sinking back down into the tub. John huffed out a small laugh, standing up straight , “alright I’ll be heading out, I gotta grab something from the store” he says walking out, (name) sat up a little looking to where he was headed before he sunk back down into the tub, John might’ve heard him grumble something under his breath, however it was five-thirty in the morning and he had other things to worry about now.

Price closed the door to his bedroom and opened the drawers near the small window, getting changed for the day and taking out a half empty deodorant, and putting it on before spraying on some body spray, just so he doesn’t smell, with that he grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out the door. The back door to be more percise his front door was still broken although he did tape it up before going to bed last night, its not great he might have to make a trip to the hardware store but first, buying food for the fish-person thing in his house, which, in all honesty he should’ve asked the guy what he eats exactly before heading to the store, but from what he gathered from yesterday’s afternoon breakfast, he really liked the Salmon, so he placed at least three in the cart before searching for some eggs, he’d run out at least three days ago, just didn’t bother to buy any, til right now at least. He picked the twelve pack and placed it in the cart.

On his way out the store he saw a sale sign for a kiddy pool, just right next to the dry cleaners of the supermarket, he made a mental note of it for later before walking home, passing a small diner, and then a comic book store that was advertising the latest DC superhero comics, and then passing through the beach which was now full, with people sunbathing and kids running around with water guns spraying eachother, a complete opposite in comparison to yesterday, John wondered if it had something to do with, (name) when he dragged himself to shore on the sand, John didn’t balme them, he was pretty uncomfortable to look at and probably freaked people out enough to make them leave the area. Mid-way through his journey home he was stopped by some police officer patrolling the area “excuse me sir do you have a minute?” he asked “did you happen to see anything out of the ordinary around here by any chance?” John said nothing for a few seconds before saying “no, I haven’t” the officer seemed satisfied with that answer and let him go, John finally made it back home, a bit sweaty from the heat, he shut the door behind him passing the bathroom and greeting The Merman who was still sitting in the tub, he waved back of course, and John placed the groceries on the table.

He started to put away the food that needed to be kept in a cooler environment just so they don’t spoil, like veggies and other meat products, and after that he was out the door again, and this time (name) stopped him, calling out from the bathroom “Hey! where are you going? you just got back..” John went back in looking over him “Im just going to get a couple more things from the store, I’ll be back at ten” he says and headed out, shutting the door behind him making sure the screen door was closed properly, and went downstairs and out the door, John went back to that kiddy pool he saw earlier and decided to buy it holding it under his arm and went to the hardware store four blocks away, to get a new door knob, and some screws, along with a small gardening hose and an air pump, it still wasn’t enough to fix the door, since he aslo managed to break the wood that attached to the base of the knob, he’ll have to visit the hardware store another time, but for now he made enough visits for one day, and he still had to save his money for other necessities, and besides that his calf is starting to cramp as well.

After making it home Price dropped the items on the shoe stands and sat in the kitchen for three hours, panting, once his heart rate lowered a little he took out the kiddy pool from its packaging and opened the air pump, which he probably should’ve gotten the electric one, it was a relatively medium sized pool, at least that’s what the packaging says, it was rather small in actuality, but took a lot more work than he was anticipating. Once it was fully inflated John plopped it right side up, and attached the small hose on the faucet in the kitchen sink and let the water fill up the pool—slowly.

once he was satisfied with the amount of water in the pool he dragged the whole thing down the narrow hallway and into the bathroom, of course not without spilling water all over his kitchen floor, he shifted the kiddy pool next to the bathtub and turned to The Merman who looked at the brightly colored inflatable, Price stepped mancouver to let him test it out, he leaned over stretching out his hand into the small pool, the water rippled and (name) took his hand back, he gripped the edge of the tub and lifted himself off the water and dove in the kiddy pool getting water everywhere. Price sighed, well….so much for that, he walked out the bathroom to grab the small water hose, and also cleaned up any water that spilled onto the floor before going back to the bathroom and attaching the hose on the sink’s faucet, refilling the water that spilled onto the floor before cleaning it up as best he can.

John then started to push the kiddy pool, gently this time, to the kitchen, and cleaned up any remaining water from the hallway and in the bathroom floor, went back to the kitchen and sat down folding his arms on the table huffing, and dropping his head in his arms he turned his head still resting, he looked over at (name) whom had tucked his tail in the kiddy pool, in an attempt to submerge himself completely, John slowly raised his head to look at him “You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, have you?” He said “you want some Salmon? I just bought some today” He followed up standing from his spot in the dining table and opening the fridge, he took out some packaged Salmon opening it “I know you like this brand” he says taking it out he handed it to him, which (name) willingly took, and started tearing into it.

Price stared at him for a moment before sitting back down “didn’t realize you were that hungry” he says, Standing back up again, Price went to go make something for himself, he hadn’t eaten anything all day either and he just restocked he might as well cook something for himself, Price turned on the stove, (name) looked over from where he was staring in awe, John placed the pan on top, and opened the fridge to take out the sausages he bought along with some canned corn, he started frying the sausages first, before he went ahead and fried the corn and placed the sausages on a plate.

Price notes how he watches him cook, although he says nothing, “what are you making?” he asked, Price glanced over before turning back to what he was cooking, “Lunch” Price said flatly, (name) stares at the plate and then at the corn being cooked on the stove “—can I try some?” and Price fully turns his head to him, hesitant, “are you sure?” he says, (name) nodded, Price wasn’t even sure if this was safe to feed him regular human food, “no” John said Bluntly “why?…how come?…” He says, John swears he sees his ear fin thingies droop down a little.

“why not?” he asked, looking up at Price with those big fish eyes, unflattering not cute at all, But Price sighed “Are you sure you can eat this?” “Yes I can eat it!” he exclaimed “I ate the Salmon just fine, what’s the problem with this?” (name) asked John had no good response for that, its because I don’t know if you’ll die or not “okay…..fine, just a small bite, but if you choke Im not gonna help you” he says taking a knife and fork and slicing off a piece of the sausage, he then took the fork with the small sausage on it and handed it to him, (name) took it willingly his claws grazed Price’s hand a bit, John pulled back and watched him eat the sausage for a moment, then went back to stirring the corn on the pan. (Name) then pokes John with the fork that causes him to jump, “can I have some more?” he asked, Price sighed and gave him a tiny bit more, it kept going until Price just firmly told him to wait until the food was ready, for a sea creature he had a big appetite.

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Three weeks living with a merman was tiring, his leg cramped but hey at least he’s walking like how his physical therapist said he should, although he wondered if he walked around a little too much, at this point he might tear his calf again, and that’ll put him out of work in no time, but hey at least the merman, was somewhat in an okay position in the arguably small kiddy pool, and Price had spent more on the Merman than he liked to admit, he had bought a water filter put in the pool just so it stays clean for (name) so he doesn’t suffocate under muck and waste and replaces the water in the pool just in case, the filter was meant for a tank of fish not a small inflatable pool, and his water bill has gone up a ton due to how much water he uses, but on the other note Price was just happy to be able to shower again.

Today wasn’t any different went out to get food for the house, make sure the water filters clean, and sit by (name) while he lounges in the kiddy pool staring out the window for the rest of the day, Price is always hanging out in his bathroom these days, at this rate he might as well bring his sheets in the shower and sleep there due to how much time he spends there now, it wasn’t a decision he made out of his own doing, more like he was pressured, not by the sea creature that lived in his bathroom, no, it’s because if he didn’t (name) would just not stop calling for Price until he stayed by his side for the rest of the day, Price pulled up a chair that he stole from the kitchen and set it next to (name)’s kiddy pool, and sat down he opened his book to the current chapter he was reading, glancing up at (name) every now and again, he was still very much preoccupied by the birds on the window sill, they were chirping and (name) seemed enamored by them. Price sighed going back to his book, it was an old book the nice hard cover had been wrinkled and yellowed by time, despite that John never finished it, never had the time until right now. he flipped throigh the pages eye’s scanning across the paragraphs, immersing himself or at least trying to immerse himself into the story.

he glanced back up The Merman again who now had his tail folded up to his chest and his head resting there, he sighed, Prcie closed his book which prompted (name) to turn his attention towards him, “something you wanna tell me fish-boy?” he said, prompting (name) to look up at him before resting his head back on his tail, he muttered something incomprehensible, Price scooted his chair closer “(name) talk to me, you were very vocal about your needs before this” he says.

(Name) then looked up at him, after giving it thought he spoke up “Can you bring me back to the ocean?..” okay that one definitely caught Price off guard, “what?…” “can you bring me back to the ocean?..” He repeated, Price stared at him for a moment before saying “(name)…your, your fin is still damaged, I’m not sure you could even swim” he says, (name) huffed, “it could heal…” he muttered “I’ll be fine” he says. “Answer’s still no, you’re staying here I doubt your fin could grow back after three weeks” he says.

(Name) said nothing else and buried his head back into his fin, John stared at him for a good minute before going back into his book, not even twenty minutes later someone knocks at his door, John sighed annoyed closing his book again and getting up, he opened the back door only to find no one, the knocking echoed through the house, ah the front door, John probably should’ve put up a sign he still hasn’t fixed the door yet, John closed the door and started walking to the front, upon opening the door there stood two police officers, one was holding a clip board, the other was had his hands clasped together, “Price?…John Price?” he said, “uhm, yeah that’s me, is there a problem officer?” John said. “we’ve gotten reports from your neighbors about obscure noises and strange sightnings coming from your apartment? by any chance do you live with anyone else in here?” he asked, John froze unsure of what to say, maybe he shouldn’t have let (name) look out the window every day. “uhm…no I do not..” he says the officers glanced at each other before looking back at him “may we come inside?” one of them asked.

Now how was he supposed to respond?

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Author’s Note: Hi everyone very sorry for the wait, Im not very pleased with some parts with this one Im not gonna lie, but I worked on this for over two weeks, and this fic was supposed to be posted way back at the beginning of June, so this fic was a long time coming, I just severely underestimated the length of this fic, and I have other writings in my drafts that I really wanted to shift my focus to but couldn’t due to the length of this fic, so this will be two part-er, just so I can give myself a little lee-way for other projects Im working on, I really underestimated how much time until I could finish this fic specifically, but I am working on other stuff, and I already have a fic for Pride month, it was supposed to be finished today, but I just really wanted to get this one done it’s been sitting in my drafts for far too long, at least in my opinion.

Almost forgot to mention happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 and also men’s mental health month! take care of yourselves boys, and also father’s day so hapoy father’s day to the dads out there, a lot of things to celebrate this month hope you all have a great day/night