#i would never be obbssesed with him

[stub-balls]

me oppssesed? with william?

[xlysaxo]

Being Married - Captain John Price Headcanons

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Captain John Price x fem!reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

some (nasty) thoughts i had about being married with John Price.

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❥ Price, who divorced twice, but not because he wasn't a good husband. His first marriage was an impulse marriage. His second divorce was because he was too busy as the new captain. He only had his work on his mind, which put her off.

❥ But Price wouldn't make the same mistake with you - he never wanted to let you go. Divorce was out of the question

❥ Your wedding was a dream and you celebrated with the people you love. He never took his eyes of you. He cried seeing you in a white dress. Beautiful as always and that he can calls you his wife, made him emotional.

❥ He never thought he would get married again. The team makes fun of it all the time. But Price didn't care, because this time he wanted it to be his last wedding and to spend his life with you.

❥ Your honeymoon was full of intimate moments. Price acted as if he was making love to you for the first time. But he quickly got wilder and all he did was take you so often that your pussy was stuffed with his cum. A reminder that you belong to him.

❥ "Every man who sees you and sees the ring will want to know who the lucky one is and what do you say to them?" Your breath was ragged, unable to think, the sound of skin slapping against skin and yet he expects you to give him an answer. His hand grabs your bum before he slaps his hand on it and digs his nails into your skin. "Captain Price!" Your words were just a shout and you hoped he would be satisfied with that. Because all you could do was moan and make noises that didn't make a proper sentence. Price smiled and kissed you on the lips. "Just right, darling. Only I see you fucked silly by my cock”

❥ He's obbssesed with you and every time he sees his ring on your finger, his knees go weak and he wants to intertwine your fingers while he's inside you with his cock so deep you can see stars. He wants to spread that cunt of yours and seeing you all messy. He never takes his eyes off the ring while fucking you. After he made you come twice he grabs your hand and looked at the ring. You really wanted to know what he thinks while he stares at your ring.

❥ One time he come behind you while you make the dishes, his hands around your waist while his crotch rubbing your bump. He was moaning in your ear while grabbing one of your breasts and cupping it with his hand. Feeling his ring on your nibble makes you all wet and he knew that.

❥ Oh and how Price loves to see his ring while his big hands are on your waist. The cold metal presses against your sweaty skin. He didn't know what to focus on. On that or how his cock goes in and out of your wet cunt. "Want to fill you up, my wife," he moaned as everything inside you tightened and almost made him cum. "Not so fast, my hubby" A grin spread across his lips because you knew exactly where his body was sensitive. Then he moved faster inside you, grabbing your waist even tighter while his other hand travelled down and circled your clit. Just like you, he knew your sensitive spots - after all, he is your husband

[hetaliankinn]

Here's some of my incoherent ramblings of the day.

Persona - "The Lonely Painter"

At some point in his long life, he got trapped in an part of his life he wanted to forget.

In the shadows of entitys realm he thrown himself into an mirror, taking him back to thoes years.

In the process he repressed his entire identity, going by the name Adam Heartless, an unfortunate name.

It was far back in the years of villages and fun dancing, drinking and music being the common activites people enjoyed.

During those years Persona, became obbssesed with an vision of an girl, trying to silence thoes thoughts he painted, and painted, and painted it all till his hands were covered in red,blue,purple,black, all the dark colours of his imaginary ladyfriend.

During at some point, he met an violinist, an dark haired fiend, ambiguously shaped but identifiable as human, "do you remember?" It would ask him, and he would only reply no, before it played off into the night, a familiar but foreign melody.

He was deep, too deep into these memories that he doesn't even remember anymore, he can't remember why he wears glasses when he can see just fine, or why he covers all the windows and mirrors, or why the dark shadows of not his own following him around brought him comfort.

"Do you remember?" The violinist asked, he was alone in his studio, hundred upon hundreds of paintings surounded him, a single painting left on the easel in the middle of room was the last one standing, the last one still reconcilable as an human being, "I don't,I..I don't understand your questions violinest.." he would say, an desperate tone in his voice, "My name."

"Do you remember, my name." He turned to look to the violinest, only for it to be gone, before it reapeared right next to him, only closer, sickly close, "You remember, I can smell it."

He tries to recollect the face of the violinest, but all he could see was nothing, scribbles upon a face, nothing making sense.

"You know what I am."

Adam grapsed his head in anguish, he didn't understand, he couldn't remember why the violinest didn't make sense, he doesn't..he doesn't remember seeing a violinest in this town, when he arrived, when he left.

The illusion falled, the walls seeped and dripped with black paint, as the violinest took shape Infront of him, as he sat on his knees like a child.

He saw the sickly and beautiful mangenta eye for the first time, in a long time.

The walls dissapear, and he was looking into an mirror, staring back at him was a sick, and childlike him, the one he's been running from in these memories.

"Do you remember? Do you see him?" It asked him.

"Do you remember the boy?"

He remembered., He remembered his first child. Thoes dark, and wonderful magenta eyes haunted his thoughts day and night, dead or alive he will see thoes eyes.

The child he never helpped, the child he ignored, the child he left on thoes village streets.

The child he abandoned.

He smashed the mirror, breaking out of the hold his past had on him.

"I remember..I remember him."

He knew it wouldn't be long till the boy took him again, till his past begins to haunt him again, till he was once again haunted by the little boy living off thoes streets.

Till he was once again, saved by the violinest, the one that never existed.

Fun backstory moment.

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Personavile, Persona, Father Red, Foster

limbo entity

An well known entity of Childbirth, abandoned children, children of terrible circumstances, and children who never felt at peace at home.

He Is well known to be called upon by mother's who are in desperate situations, usually resulting in him taking the child as his own for an unknown amount of time, in the process taking away the child's hair colour, tunring it white.

if the child is still inside the womb of an mother he will simply carry it himself to term.

It is unknown if this Entity is all for the purpose of good, but as of #/#/# he is seen as an entity of Limbo, not good, but not bad.

In a well documented case of the ###### ###

It seemed to be that an group of #### called upon this Entity using forbidden summoning methods, #### and #### were used in this ritual, which later were given an proper burial.

Atleast 13 members of this #### were identifable enough, but the rest were too mutilated to be recognizable.

In the middle of the room laid a women with white hair, aswell as pregnant.

It is believed that ##### ## ### ## caused the entity to be enraged at the actions of this #### , while the girl was peacefully protected by the Entity, all the people around them were #### ### ##.

Atleast 10 other children of various ages were found there, all were given to the state to be put into foster homes.

A few years later a child was seen in an Romanian village, depsite the parents calling him a specific name, he refused them, and only wanted to be referred to as Jaziel, as quote, "it's the name my real father gave me," end qoute, it is believed the child was born from the mentioned incident.

The child had Black hair.