#john price x black fem reader

[lxvvie]

I’m just gonna slide this over to ya’

Being passed around the 141 like a damn joint, the boys having a little ‘contest’ about who’s the best pussy eater and who can make you cum the most…

That’s all…😳🥰🥵

Mmm, and the way they eat is quite reflective of their personalities.

Price is methodical, engaging with your senses. He drags your moans out, he makes your thighs quiver with every brush of his beard against your skin; the Cap'n makes it a long and drawn-out process. It isn't so much a numbers game with him as much as it is making your orgasm memorable.

Gaz is similar but there's a sensuality and playfulness there that isn't so much emphasized with Price. He teases you with a gentle kiss. He sucks and licks your clit so tenderly, and when you pull away, overstimulated, he'll playfully nip your inner thigh. Behave, darling. He worships you. ❤️

There's something to be said about Soap's style. It's... frenzied. Energetic. Exploratory. He wants to taste every corner of your cunt, bonnie. He wants to know what makes you whimper, what makes you scream his name, what makes you cum. By the time he's finished with you, Soap would know everything.

Ghost is... primal. Needy. All's fair in love and war, luv, and best believe Simon would pull out all the stops to make you cum. Fingers, lips, tongue, you fuckin' name it, he'll use it. Wants you sitting on his face, wants you to feel the bristle of his stubble and the way his fingers dig into your hips to hold you still. Wants his tongue buried deep. Wants your juices coating his face. He wants to consume you and be consumed by you in turn. Consequences, sweetheart.

[apricityxoxo]

times of rest

one shot

john price x fem!reader.

summary: john really loves his time off content/warnings: lots of fluff, domestic price, and suggestive dialog. It's not clearly stated but there's an age gap (duhh) wc: about 700

worked on this while i was away for a while, going to be posting more one-shots! ps: i love domestic!price

John Price loves his time off. 

Every time he gets at least a month off, he gets ecstatic. 

It's like he's getting a taste of retirement.

Right now, he's nursing a beer while sitting on his front porch. He has his feet supported on a decorative haybale with your two cats resting at his feet. This is his second beer tonight, the first beer was had with his delicious dinner. He had a perfectly cooked steak, medium rare just like he liked, a side of lemon garlic broccoli and asparagus, with mashed potatoes. Perfect. You prepared him a perfect dinner for the end of his first week back.

Now he was watching you. Watching you take care of your garden that you so meticulously worked on for years since you first got married. You look beautiful, deciding to work on your garden in the afternoon instead of during the midday heat. 

You wanted to garden this morning, but he wouldn't let you. He absolutely couldn't let you leave the bed this morning. 

How was he supposed to let you out of bed when you looked gorgeous?

Your hair was wrapped in a colorful scarf, the straps of your thin nightgown falling off your shoulder exposing your left breast, and your lips even more plump with sleep. He couldn't let you go, he had to remind you how much he loved you.

When you were so close to leaving the bed to start your morning routine, he grabbed you like a crazed man. He completely ignored your whines and giggles, lifting your nightgown and gazing down at you.

…

The memory of how he spent the morning with you under him had him adjusting his pants.

You are currently on your knees ripping weeds out of the ground and replacing dying flowers with ones currently in season. Your face has a light glow to it and your gloved hands are dirty. You've never looked better. 

When you finally looked up John was already looking at you, gazing at you with suggestive eyes. You shake your head and get back to work. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The sun finally set but you and John were still on the porch, you were resting your legs on his lap. You are enjoying yourself, reading a new book while sipping on a glass of white wine, your husband caressing your calf. John smokes one of his more expensive cigars, blowing smoke away from you, toward the night sky as he's lost in thought. 

He thinks about the life he wants to have with you, the life he's already started with.

He is so thankful that you both impulsively bought this plot of land with a house that was in desperate need of fixing. Slowly over the years that house turned into a home and he's grateful he gets to enjoy it with you. 

He loves his time off and he wants to make the most of it.

He puts his cigar out on the ashtray that rests on the small table between you both. He grabs your attention when he slowly takes the glass of wine from your hand. He takes the wine and places it on the table slowly, he ignores the confused look on your face. He then takes your book and puts it upside down on the table, to save you space. 

“What's going on John” You ask him, wondering why he needed your attention all of a sudden.

Instead of answering you, he pats your thigh and pulls you towards him.

You sit in his lap and grab his face with your gentle hands, you admire your handsome husband with a soft smile. 

“What's up, papa?” you inquire again, playing with his beard. 

“Nothing love, just glad to be home,” he said with a heavy accent and soft voice.

“Real glad to be home” he reaffirms, grabbing your hips and readjusting you on him. You suppress a quiet moan and grab on the back of his neck. 

He adjusts his hips and brings you in closer, so your chests touch. You kiss him like there's no tomorrow and he does the same.

“Goddamn I love my time off hun, I love spending my time with ya” He grunts, then he leans forward to capture your lips in a sensual kiss. 

He loved being home.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

okee byeee <33

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[hunterbunter3000]

Price, answering his phone: Hello?

141Sweetheart: Hey Cap! Just wanted to call and tell you that Ghost made it to the med bay.

141Sweetheart looking at Ghost:

Ghost, eyes closed and not moving:

141Sweetheart, crying: HE'S D E A D

Ghost: I WAS JUST RESTING MY EYES

[iluvyvonne]

oc (our favourite mixed farmer) x black reader !!!! i know you guys missed me (💔) so I'm back!! a fic will be released sooner or later next week so be tuned! here are some p!links to hold you guys over till it's released!

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🌸.

' teddy just can't get enough !

' sometimes you gotta take it slow..

🍨.

' such a tease..

' skinship is a big thing for ted.!!

🌸.

' couldn't even rest after getting your braids done !

' letting teddy take control for once .

🍨.

' can't ever get enough .

' gotta be extra careful with something as fragile as you ~

🌸.

' teddy's always gonna get a kiss in .

' always gonna be on top !

' he'll always love you but.. sometimes he can't resist ..

🍨.

[shhuuga]

[ DO NOT READ ]

🍬 .. ur fav x black!fem!reader

🍬 ?? a masked stranger breaks in your house looking for one thing and one thing only

🍬 !! CNC, bondage, crying kynk

his feet are soft, silent. he creeps through the house, picking up small trinkets and stashing them in his bookbag. he shrugs in disinterest. this isn't what he's here for.

what he's here for is the pretty brown thing laying in her bedroom, humming some jhene aiko and scrolling through tik-tok. none the wiser that he was watching her, much less in her house.

he laughs under his breath as he forces his way into your bed, rolling around with you a bit before taking both of your wrists in his grip. he wraps your arms tight and spreads your legs, ignoring your cries of "no, please" and "I'll do anything". all that greets you when you turn your head to your "assailant", all that met you was a large, dark figure with a ghostface mask hanging over his head.

your head is pressed into your pillow, and your braids get tugged at everywhich way as he situates his dick in you, choking you with one hand and holding his gun in the other. the cool metal presses against your neck, forcing you to arch your back away in fear. his voice is gravely over the soft music that surrounds you two. "beg for your life."

he doesn't stop fucking you, not when you tell him to take anything. jewelry, money, anything. when your cries of pain and moan of pleasure rear it's head to borderline screaming. he just covers your mouth and grips your hips, grounding himself inside of you and hitting your gspot with so much precision you could feel yourself starting to squirt all over him and your bed.

the gun clatters onto the floor as he grabs your mouth with both hands, forcing your back into a deeper arch than before as he forced his dick deeper inside you. he groans out behind the mask as he cums in you, pumping into your cunt a few more times before collapsing next to you.

your hand comes up to remove the mask from his face to see your loving boyfriend, who kisses you so tenderly like he wasnt just pretending to be taking advantage of his naïve little girlfriend. who gives you massages and kisses until you two fall asleep together.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

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13 months ago...

The night that the birth control decided to fail...|

You were laughing with Aaliyah over something stupid as the two of you waited at the bar to order your drinks. Well, actually, the topic of the moment was seeing Jay get hit on by a guy who clearly didn't know that she wears a strap. Maybe the poor drunken man thought Jay was just a tomboy or didn't know what a stud was, but she didn't complain as her drinks were being paid for.

“She's fucking awful! I hope that poor man knows what he's asking for.” You shouted with laughter, flipping your hair over your shoulder. There was a brief sound of someone going careful and a hand being placed on your waist. “Huh?” You turned and were met with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen.

“ ‘areful where ye swing tha hair lassie.” The man with which the blue eyes belonged to had given you a teasing grin, “ ‘lmost took ma eye out.” His accent was thick, and if you didn't have practice with understanding your brother-in-law's Baltimore accent, you would have been lost.

“Why are you close enough to get hit by her hair?” Aaliyah snarked. Her lip was turned up, and eyebrows raised.

“Nae need tae get tha claws out, just tryn’ ta get a pint!” He glanced at Aaliyah and then back at you.

“Well I'm sorry for almost taking out your eye handsome, it'd be a shame for you to lose it.” You make no move to hide that you find him attractive with the way you look him over. You turn to face him completely, ignoring how your friend huffs indignantly. “Let me make it up to you by buying you a shot.”

“Innit ‘posed ta be tha other way ‘round?” He asks as he leaned into you. He still hadn't taken his hand off of you and instead pulled you in closer to him.

You hummed and nodded your head and introduced yourself to him, and in turn, he told you to call him Johnny. The shots got ordered along with your insanely sweet drink and his beer.

“My friends and I are gonna be bar hopping tonight, we're just waiting on my brother and one more friend to get here.” You told him you're practically sitting in his lap at the bar. Standing between his legs closely and enjoying his warmth. You've already made your mind up that he was going home with you.

He cuts a nice figure, fine with well built muscles, and that fucking mohawk and the stubble that's not quite a beard yet. He's ruggedly good-looking but also has that boyish charm. It's in the way he speaks to you that lures you in, because he's funny too and that's your downfall. You've always loved a clown because truth be told if a guy couldn't make you laugh, he couldn't make you wet, and that's just a fact.

“Ye're gonnae be hopping in those heels?” He looks down at your platform pumps and laughs, “Ye're more likely to break an ankle in those.”

“Johnny!” You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, “you're fucking stupid.”

“I could be fuckin’ ye stupid.” He fires back, his voice low. His eyes are half lidded, and you suspect they haven't left your lips or boobs for the better part of the conversation.

You're stunned for a moment and sip your drink, trying your best to get your bearings. Not one to be showed up and flustered so easily an idea pops into your head. At some point, he said that fruity drinks were mostly sugar, insulting your precious sex on the beach. You take another sip of your drink and then kiss him, shoving your tongue and the liquid into his mouth.

Johnny is shocked for a second before he kisses you back with just as much excitement. Both hands rest on your ass and he squeezes. A groan coming from deep within his chest. When you pulled away, you nipped at his bottom lip and smiled at him. The energy between you two was efficiently charged, a promise of what was to come.

“Come with me and my friends tonight, my friend Rosette needs some company, bring the pretty boy you're here with.” You say, “and then when I inevitably break my ankle in my heels, you can carry me home.”

Johnny only grins, “sure thing bonnie.”

Chapter 2: A year later, and he's finally in your DMs📨

The Hot Bitch Club🔥💖🔥GC

Aaliyah: Bitch! Check ur Insta😠 NEOW

Rosette: srry bby in advance, I couldn't stop her 😔

Jay: I sat back and watched. Ngl😁

You: 🤨 wth? Ain't yall out partying?

You had just put your sweet baby down for the night, and part of you was praying he'd stay asleep for a while. There were plans to catch up on your shows and finally do something to your hair. The last four months have definitely been an adjustment. For all the blessing Omari was, he certainly didn't take his little foot off your neck. He was already particular about everything in his little life. He has just discovered his own little feet and gets angry when he thinks you have taken away his toes with the introduction of socks and booties.

Omari really is just spoiled. He's the first baby in your family since your youngest brother and he's treated like a little king. Your father wasn't too happy that you had him, even more unhappy when you refused to come home back to the States. Your reasoning is that you weren't giving up your dream job that you managed to snag a year ago, and your employer did not want to let you go. So, thus, it became the reality of your family visiting as often as they could. And they made it a point to spoil this infant rotten. When the girls are around, you don't even think he sits on his own ass.

But that's besides the point because right now you are quickly scrolling through your Instagram notifications and seeing a barrage of likes and all of them are from either ‘KG_KG’ or ‘Tavishstation’ and all of them are on photos of you and Omari. Then a message pops up from the user Tavishstation.

Tavishstation: Bonnie lass, uh yea, is he mine?

You: I'm srry, what now? Who is this? Quickly.

Tavishstation: it's me Johnny MacTavish from a year ago…

You stare in pure shock and immediately click the profile. Immediately, your body goes cold as you stare and scroll through the feed of the hot, funny, and freak nasty guy that left you with Omari. They had the same blue eyes, and while Omari was on track for much more curly hair, the color was even the same. The feed was filled with the life of an army soldier, photos of gun ranges, army fatigues, and group pictures with what you assume to be colleagues. Dotted between those snapshots of work life were pictures of his family, large gatherings, sisters and brothers, cousins, and fuck he was Catholic? Not that that was a bad thing, but you could already hear the headache of your GiGi going “Omari is AME, he needs an old fashioned baptism, hell the white suit is already bought.”

You: Johnny! It's great to hear from you! 😅

Tavishstation: 🤨🤨🤨 why didnae ya tell me?

You: boy! You did what sneaky links are supposed to do! Sneak outta my house before I woke up! 🙄

You: 🤔🤔Also, explain to me how I was supposed to find you when all I knew was that your name was Johnny and you hunch like a dog in rut?

Tavishstation: really that's all you remembered about me? Can't say I'm not happy about that 😉

You: 🙄 sir…please be serious I beg.

The little typing bubble is reappearing and disappearing for several seconds. He's seemingly trying to get his thoughts together. To calm your nerves you get up and start flipping through Hulu, anything to ease the tension in your body. You didn't plan on reconnecting with Johnny, you didn't even think you'd hear from him again. Hell, you didn't even think about dating as your baby and career came first. Long nights working and early days running yourself ragged. Daycare drop offs and pick-ups, juggling meetings with your boss, and an endless stream of trying to find time for sleep. The thought of finding a husband or even a fuck buddy fell to the wayside.

Tavishstation: Look, I know that this is sudden. I really am just as surprised as when I found out from your friend Aaliyah. I had to practically beg her for a way to contact you. I don't want you to think I'm the type of man who shirks on his responsibilities, and Omari and you are my responsibility now. I'm on leave for a while, and I would like to meet him and see you and just kinda figure out where to go from here. Maybe we could get a paternity test?

You stared at the message and agitation slowly crept up your spine. A DNA test? They shared the same eyes, Omari even had his father's big head. You should know, you had to push him out of you!

You: a dna test? bsffr John. 😒😑

You: you and him have the same face and eyes. The nose may be mine but everything else is all you.

Tavishstation: nae bonnie, I want it so I can sign the birth certificate. Trust I see that he's my clone.

You: look, John I don't need you to sign anything, especially if you're doing this out of obligation and not cause you genuinely want to. The last thing I wanna do is go through the courts and shit should you decide you don't wanna play Daddy anymore. Let's just save us all the headache.

Tavishstation: Bonnie lass

Tavishstation: gimme a chance plz? We can co-parent and I'll follow ur rules and everything.

You take a screenshot of the conversation and send it to Rosette privately. She's the only one who has ever kept a level head, and after you sent one to your older brother Autumn. He would have a more invested cause in this new development seeing as how he was the Omari's godfather.

Rosette: he has a right to try girlie. Give him a chance.

You: idk, I don't wanna deal with a sometime parent.

Rosette: he didn't know and when he found out he got sick and vomited on Aaliyah's shoes. He really did beg. We broke down and gave him your insta.

With the chat with Autumn it was only one sentence.

Autumn: don't bring him to the crib. We will meet him together in public. Dad and Mom would not be happy about this if I let you meet him alone.

You flip back to Instagram and see that Johnny sent additional messages.

Tavishstation: I didnae upset ye?

Tavishstation: of course we'll do it all on your terms bonnie.

You: fine. Tomorrow is Sunday. We can meet in public for brunch with my brother Autumn.

Tavishstation: can I have your number? 🥺

You: 🙄 fine.

You send him your number and not even thirty seconds later your messages ding. It's him.

Johnny: Thanks my little bird

You: did you just call me a bird?

Johnny: yea tha a problem

You: these cultural differences between us will get you cut wide open. Don't let my friends hear you say that.🙄🙄🙄

Johnny: OH yeah! Thas an insult to you americans 😂

You: look, here's the address to where we are meeting in the morning. Let's try to keep it all low key?

Johnny: I'll try, but I'm meeting my son and seeing my girl. There will be tears and none of it will be low-key. 😊☺️

You: imma stop ✋🏾 you right there. We are not doing the whole me fucking my baby daddy thing. We are co-parenting should this work out.

Johnny: 🙂🫠 if you say soooo

You: 🙄😒 night John.

Johnny: night Bonnie, kiss our bairn for me. 😘

On Johnny's end, he's back on base. Part of him can't sleep and he's wishing for Sunday morning to hurry up and get here. He's got a bairn, a wean, a little him just out in the world. He missed all of the pregnancy, and he wondered if he would have been any good at that part.

When he got back to base that night, he was still in a state of shock. Kyle only patted him on the back and said that they were all with him no matter what. Simon just shook his head, mumbling something about “you gotta take one out of Captain's book and keep them very well hidden.”

It was John who had the most sensible advice, always like a father to him. He had taken him outside before he sent his initial message. Lit a cigar and offered him one too.

“You need to decide before you go barging too eagerly into their lives. That girl and her baby have been fine without you so far.” John took a drag of his cigar to let the words sink in.

“Am I not supposed to want to be a part of their lives?” Johnny finally asked. He didn't really smoke cigars, preferring other leaves when he was alone with Kyle. But the taste grounded him and took the edge off.

“I'm saying that you need to offer her and your son something that other people, her family, can't give her. You need to be consistent and honest about who you are and what you do. We've got enemies to high heaven and back kid. Won't do her any good if she can't make an informed decision.” John is speaking from experience, his own wife is a testament to how carefully he keeps that part of his life hidden.

Johnny lays in his bed, scrolling through your Instagram page. It's littered in photos of the past year. Ultrasound photos, candid pictures of you holding your baby bump, an elaborate and fun baby shower that he wished he and his family had been part of. Omari is perfect, all gummy smiles and blue eyes that match his own. It's like looking into a mirror. He scrolls to a picture a little farther back, careful not to double tap and like anything. He finds what he is looking for, a photo of him and you from when you first met.

It was the two of you mostly sober before the body shots started. He was sitting at the bar, and you were sitting in his lap. The two of you looked like a perfect couple, and he remembers that moment clearly. He thought about it during his year away and imagined that he had a girl waiting for him back home. You had kissed him and made him drink that fruity drink of yours, and it made his stomach flip. Such a pretty brown bonnie wanted his attention, and he really thought you were the prettiest bird in the bar that night. There was something there, hidden beneath the flirtatious touches and kisses, behind the teasing words and slurred praises, even after the heat of sex cooled into sweet kisses and cuddles.

He should have stayed a little longer and dealt with the chewing out from John and Simon.

He had a chance to get what he wanted this time around. He hopes you feel that spark again, and then everything will snap into place.

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[nina-renmen]

I really like your Yandere team 141. Would it be too much to ask for headcannons of what type of Yandere Simon, Price, Soap and Alejandro would be? (separate) And how they would react to the reader reciprocating their feelings?

That’s not too much at all! I hope this is what you’re looking for.

The Stalker:

•Ghost likes to lay low when it comes to these types of things.

•You definitely wouldn’t see it coming, especially if you don’t pick up signals easily.

•Ghost is the type of Yandere to rummage through your belongings while you’re out and about. He wants to get to know you without directly asking.

•If you were to subtly flirt with him or show any kind of interest in him your chances of getting kidnapped have drastically decreased.

•If ghost was drunk enough he would confess. That being said, I think he has a high tolerance for alcohol. It’ll take him a while to actually get drunk enough to tell you.

•On the event that he does somehow confess his feelings, don’t expect it to be a big thing. He might just look at you and say something along the lines of “Let me take you out to dinner.”

•If you agree to be his without any pushback then great! You now have an overprotective guard dog that will scare off any man that tries to approach you. •Ghost dosn’t like to share, he’ll keep tabs on you with the help of soap or implanting trackers on your phone. He tells himself it’s for your safety but in reality he wants to know where you are at all times.

The clingy/touchy one:

•Soap likes to have his hands on you at all times.

•It dosn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you or place his hand on the small of your back. •He’s the type to get annoyed if you don’t pay him any attention. He’ll hide your phone from you so you have to come to him for help. •If you reject his advances towards you he’ll disappear for a while and make you drop your guard. When you’re finally settled his appear in the middle of the night and forcefully take you away. •But that scenario is for another time.

•Johnny is the type to buy you flowers, a stuffed animal (that has a camera in it) and chocolates before he asks you out. He’s visibly nervous when he hands you the ‘offerings’ and confesses his feelings to you. •If you accept his shoulder visibly loosen. A stupid grin will cross his face and for the rest of that night he’ll subtly touch you. Maybe he brushes past you and places his hands on your hips to get by. Or he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or thigh.

•Soap is a little more lenient than ghost when it comes to you going out without him. He won’t involve Ghost unless you’ve run away. He’ll probably install a tracker on your phone and send you on your way.

The gift giver:

•This one isn’t as sweet as it sounds

•Price likes to woo you with little gifts and trinkets. He’s the type to implant trackers and cameras into gifts like stuff animals or jewelry. He’ll even get you a phone that he secretly has access to.

•Price can be a bit manipulative at times. Especially if you have daddy issues. •Before he confessed to you Price was the first person to tell you that your new boy toy isn’t good for you. Price will dig up dirt on your recent date and completely trash your perception on them. Afterwards he’ll give you a gift to ‘make you feel better.’

•It you reciprocate his feelings Price is a bit taken by surprise. He had all of the necessities to kidnap you in his car. He was ready to take you by force, and he was expecting to. •With price, he’s the type to give you items that symbolize that you’re taken. For example a necklace that has a locket with his initials on it. Or a ring.

•Price wants you taken care of. Literally and figuratively. Do you want to go shopping? No worries he’ll give you his card. Are you sad that your friends ditched you? No worries, the next day their faces are in the news as ‘missing’. Are you hungry and don’t have the energy to cook? Lay down, he’ll run you a bath and order take out.

•It’s an absolute dream to be with price willingly and be naive to what he’s doing around you. But if you find out about his doings and don’t respond in the way he likes he’ll just have to resort back to plan A.

The manipulator:

• Alejandro can be sneaky sometimes

•He’s usually somewhat similar to price. Whatever you want he’ll buy for you.

•But on the off chance one of your friends notices the way he’s unhealthily protective of you or making you miss out on friendly gatherings this man will gaslight you

• If you go up to him complaining about his over protectiveness he’ll just blow you off

•”You know I’m doing this for you right?”

•After an argument that may or may not leave you in tears he’ll always say ‘I love you’. Not as a gesture to show how much he really love you. But as a manipulation tactic.

•If your gullible or naive you might have a tough time getting away from him

•Especially since he has his men stalk look after you when he can’t be there.

•If you reciprocate his feelings it’ll still be a toxic relationship

•He has more control over you now. He’ll slowly make you disconnect with family and friends so your life only revolves around your relationship with him

•If you notice early on you might be able to get out of it with the help of someone from the 141 team. But that’ll just land you in their arms instead

[puppydollgstar]

Poly TF141 x Fem!Reader

This is a really self indulgent little fic! Pronouns for reader are she/they. Reader is also caribbean (I am reader lmao)

A very self indulgent little writing piece bc I'm sad and woke up alone today :( (my family was out for work and it's been a hard week for me aaaa) its unedited so probably filled w a bunch of mistakes lmao

Story below the cut! :)

You wake up, the heavy fog of sleep still pressing you firmly to the mattress. Even though your eyes are open, squinting at the dim lights of the room, you make out the voices and silhouettes of your loved ones. Price, or at least whatever sounds like him, was in the kitchen, talking lowly to someone. His voice was still gruff with fatigue but he sounded calm and content. You could hear the static of the TV from the living room, some sort of sport channel was playing. A stifled voice hissed over the noise of the TV, "keep it down, you'll wake them." That had to be Kyle. He was always so worried about you. "Sorry." That was Johnny. You heard the creaking of the couch, then the ruffling of pillows and blankets. "Oh shit!" A loud clatter on the ground, then the groaning of the couch shifting beneath Johnny's weight. "Hope you didn't break the remote." Kyle snickered. "Bah...it'll be fine. Nothin a little duct tape can't fix." The couch creaked again as more weight was added to it. The Hum from the TV soon got quieter.

"See? It's fine." Johnny again. You could practically hear Kyle rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a high pitched squealing caused your heart to stutter. You opened your eyes, only to then recognize the noise to be the sound of the Kettle. Simon's brewing tea most likely. You heave out a sigh, placing a hand on your chest to feel the beating of your heart slow down again. That sound was enough to wake you. You sighed and rolled over, tightening the sheets around you. The mattress beneath your body heaved out an angry creak from the shift of your weight. Suddenly, footsteps and a knock at your door. The hinges creaked as the dim light from the living room flooded your dark bedroom. "Morning sleeping beauty." You could hear the smile in Price's voice.

Lifting the covers off of your head, you turned to peek at him within your nest of blankets. His smile then turned into that signature grin, the one that makes him look like a big soft teddy bear. Walking toward your blanket burrito, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before grabbing the hem of your Bonnet and sliding it back down onto your hair. "Left your breakfast on the stove. You can heat it up when you're ready." Wrapping his arms around your big cocoon, he gave you a tight squeeze before exiting the room. "Princess is up?" Kyle asked. "Might need a minute or two to rest. Best you boys leave her be for now." You could hear price grunt and the Crack of his back as he leaned down to press a kiss to either Johnny or Kyle. Honestly, maybe both.

You rested for about 10 more minutes before lifting yourself out of bed. Shivering at the cool air of your room, you reached for a nearby sweater. Pulling the hoodie over your head, you realized that it was Simon's. He probably forgot it in here when he kissed you goodnight. You then reached over your bed and grabbed your favourite plushie, snuggling it close to your chest before stepping out your room. Johnny and Kyle were snuggled up on the couch and greeted you both with soft smiles.

"Mornin, Hen. You sleep well?" Johnny's voice was soft. He opened his arms for a hug. Approaching your boyfriends, you then kneeled on to the ground and wrapped your arms around their waists. Resting your head in Kyle's lap, you then looked up at Johnny with a smile. "Yeah..I slept good.".

"Glad to hear it, babygirl." Kyle leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before reaching down to affectionately squeeze your shoulder. The three of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of one another along with the hum of the TV.

Johnny let out a yawn, stretching his arms and groaning at the quiet 'pop' of his shoulder. "Price and I tried to make ackee and saltfish. I think it turned out pretty okay. We left you a plate for breakfast." You felt your mouth water at the thought of breakfast. You weren't really hungry the night before so you skipped on dinner. "You mean to tell me, your pasty Scottish ass combined with John's British self, both tried to make a Caribbean dish?" You laughed. "Emphasis on tried." Kyle added, a small snicker of his own. "Well...I thought it was okay..." Johnny looked a bit sheepish. "We did end up burning the bake though...But you can't fault us! Its hard as shit to fry dough in oil.". You laughed, getting up off the floor and holding your stuffy close, "Well, I haven't even tried it yet. I'll be the judge of if you disgraced my culture or not." leaning down, you press a kiss to both of your boyfriends before walking toward the kitchen.

The aroma of ackee and saltfish filled your nostrils along with....Chocolate tea? At the table, Price sat with a mug of coffee and a few papers from an overdue report. Simon stood at the kitchen island with two mugs of tea. "Hey, lovie." He smiled, lifting his balaclava over the bridge of his nose to take a sip of the tea. You made your way over to Price, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to his temple before walking over to Simon. "Didn't know you like chocolate tea." You smiled, grabbing the cup next to his and taking a sip. The warm flavours of cinnamon, nutmeg, and chocolate hit your pallet, filling your belly with that fuzzy feeling of comfort and nostalgia. "Didn't know either till today. Price and I stopped by a Caribbean market earlier this morning. Saw it on the shelves and thought to give it a try." he shrugged before taking another swig from his mug. Setting your cup down, you then walked toward him and pressed your face into his chest. Your own lazy way of giving him a hug. He laughed before setting his own mug down and wrapping his arms around you, lifting the hem of your bonnet to smother your forehead in kisses before pulling it down over your eyes.

"Hey!" you playfully scolded, lifting it back up to your forehead. Simon took a playful swat at your ass before walking over to the stove and grabbing your plate of food. "Take a seat, I'll warm your breakfast."

Pulling out the chair next to Price, you then sat down and leaned your head against his shoulder. "Glad to see you up and about, love." Price smiled, wrapping an arm around you. Simon came back and placed your heated plate of food in front of you, "Enjoy." he smiled, leaning down to quickly peck your cheek and kiss Price before heading to the living room.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the smells and soundscapes that filled your home. From Price flipping through the various pages of his reports to the grumbling of Simon, telling Johnny to "move his thick ass over." on the couch. you felt content. You felt at home.

[aeplern]

YOUR HUSBAND JOHN PRICE

husband!johnprice who just wants a moment of silence with his pretty wife, a little getaway from the kids. he made up his mind and sent the kids to your parents house, keeping them there for the weekend so you two could be alone.

husband!johnprice “fucking finally..” he whispered, turning his head to look over at you in bed, a slight grin on his face as he leaned in. pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips.

husband!johnprice who already has you pinned beneath him, his legs on both sides of your body, holding you down. his hands ran through your hair as he leaned in, sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck. making sure to leave visible hickeys.

husband!johnprice who grinds his clothed cock, against your thighs, quietly moaning in your ear. “look at what you’ve done to me baby, i’m already so hard for ya.” he would mumble, his large hands sliding down your body. gripping your hips tightly as he grinds himself against you.

husband!johnprice who already has you both naked in bed, his right hand wrapped around his hard cock as he slowly stroked himself, letting out breathy moans for you to hear, “fuck…” not long after he ‘prepared himself’, he would slightly tease your slit with his tip. a nasty grin on his face as he watched you squirm and whine, begging him to take you.

husband!johnprice who just can’t say no to his precious girl, still grinning as he slowly entered your cunt, groaning loudly as his thrusts began off slow, taking his time to let you adjust since it had been a while since you two last did anything. “you alright, baby? can i pick up the pace?” — “y-yeah!” you nodded, giving him the green light to go faster.

[erensdurag]

Letting my mom rate MW2 characters Pt1

After my last post I thought why not letting my mom rate MW2 characters because she loves watching me play it and picking what characters I should play with (she always picks Nicki Minaj or Alejandro lmaoo)

Enjoy!🎀

Ghost💀(My Husband)

My Mom: 6/10

Me: Aw why 6?😭

My Mom: His face is always covered plus, he looks scary

Me: But he’s a good man I promise…

My Mom: Yeah, to YOU

Me: Damn💀

Soap🧼

My Mom: 7/10

Me: ooh okay why 7?

My mom: He’s a very gorgeous man but I can just tell he plays too much in serious situations. Remember what happened to him in the Loki series??

Me: omfg you did NOT have to bring that up he didn’t deserve that😭

Alejandro🌹

Me: *shows her the pic of him* rate him fro-

My mom: 10000/10 CUZ THAT MY MF MAN

Me:…..

My mom: That could really be my baby daddy idc😌

Me:😭

Price✨

My Mom: 100/10

Me: Okay that’s not bad

My mom: He’s just so dad or husband material after seeing the way he treats the people on his team…I love him😭🩷

Me: omg me too mom😭

That’s all for today I’ll bother my mom to post pt2 soon!

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[crystlizabeth]

Fucking your ex-boyfriend’s dad because he cheated on you..

Filthy smut

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ex-Bfd!price was a little surprised to see you at his door in the middle of the night not to mention the mascara running down your pretty little face. There you sat on the couch your hand on your lap as you explained to him how his son had cheated on her.

ex-Bfd!price didn’t think twice when you asked him to fuck you.. having your body spread out on his bed as he kiss your body so gently trading every curve on you

“Yeah Angel, let me hear this pretty little sounds..” she praised his fingers sliding in and out of your wet fold his mouth working at your nipples the feeling of this beard causing you to shiver.

Kissing down your body his head slipped in between your thighs his large hands gripping the the fat of your thighs as he let his tongue work on your pussy. Your were so wet god, he could stay down there for days having you shaking and stammering his name. He wanted to make sure you never forgot his name. He continued To eat you out your arousal all over his face as you came to another orgasm your thighs smothering him.

“Good girl, you wanna come for me again.” He spoke coming up from in between your legs his face getting close to yours his beard having a slight glistening to it form yourself. You nodded feeling his hand ghost over your sensitive pussy price gave her a light slap to the cunt causing you to yelp.

“Common I wanna hear you Angel.” He said his lips kissing you softly before kissing down your neck setting himself between your legs.

“Mmm— please fuck me John.” You whined price grabbed your face harshly making you look as him.

“Say my name baby common..” he groaned his cock twitching by how his name rolled of her tongue. That filthy fucking tongue.

Slapping her face lightly he mocked your cries out for his cock to fill you up. You where falling apart under him your body shaking In pleasure “let me fuck you silly Angel say my name so you forget (exbf name)..” he cood his hand moving your hair out of your face.

So he did your legs over his shoulder as he bullied your cunt, you cried out his name with every thrust. Lifting himself up he keep your knees to your chest thrusting into you harshly by then you had started babbling he had fucked your silly. And amused smirk and price watched your tits bounce with every thrust.

“Atta girl, takin’ me so well huh.” Price praise coming down to kiss your forehead, his hand resting on the back of your head is pace never changing.

“Jo—John im-I’m gonna cum.” You cried out in a fit of moans.

His forehead touching yours “common Angel cum f’ me.” He groaned reaching his high.

“Please— please cum in me, I want you— to f’ me..” you babbled. You were so cock drunk but price wasn’t gonna give up the chance to fill your precious cunt up with his load.

Few more thrust and you both came together his thick load filling you up making you moan in the process you could feel him and hit thick seed fill you to the brim, he pulled out slowly watching his cum drip out of you.

“Yeah, oh fuck yeah Angel~” he cuckled watching at the white liquid spilled out of your puffy cunt.

“Take a picture John.” You whispered leaning up on your elbow, he leand over grabbing his phone snapping a picture only the bottom half of your face your tongue sticking out teasingly. Yeah he was gonna keep that.

He sent it to his son the text with the picture saying ‘cant wait to see you for dinner tomorrow. I know I just enjoyed my dessert!😁’

Throwing his phone to the side he continued with you he wasn’t done with you.

Not yet.

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[lxvvie]

imagine farmer!price bringing back some strawberries that he set apart specifically for his wife from the yield :(( he chose the sweetest, most red looking ones just for his lady. i wanna make a pie or tart for him <3

Price who gets you to taste one.

You go to reach for it but he pulls away. You're confused until he places the strawberry against your lips. Oh, Price, you cheeky bastard.

Cheeks a little hot, you bite down, and it's sweet. Succulent. Ripe. You might've moaned there, enough to spur your husband into action. Before you know it, Price's lips are on yours, tasting the strawberry, tasting you, and he's absolutely feral.

[iifishizzleii]

inspired by: this post.

you can’t tell me that soap wouldn’t date a gal who’s tall. he will ogle those legs for hours, adore the way you smile down at him like the sun shining through the clouds.

ghost loves a woman who cooks as much as she (but only as half as he) eats. you keep each other strong and healthy, and he gets to love on the softest parts of you.

there’s just something so beautiful about black women to price, especially the ones with accents and languages different than his that they can teach him.

and if a woman can physically keep up with him, gaz adores her. muscular arms, thick legs, you’re a greek statue carved from marble in his eyes and you’re glorious.

[hunterbunter3000]

Price, sighing: Bad news, Team. We're stranded.

Sweetheart: WHAT!?! NOOOOO WE CANT STAY HERE WE NEED TO LEAVE

Alex: Sweetheart--

Sweetheart, franticly pacing: The WEREWOLVES come out at night, man.

Sweetheart: I DONT WANT NO BODY TO EAT ME

Sweetheart: I GOT THICK THIGHS

Sweetheart, pointing: I GOT A FAT ASS AND TITS MAN

Gaz, worried: Relax!

Sweetheart, flailing her arms: WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT AND NO ONES GONNA FIND OUR BODIES

Price: Come 'ere.

Sweetheart: WHAT

Price, pulling her in for a hug: You're having a nervous breakdown.

Sweetheart, whining and crying immediately:

[woodle-isbae]

Coco butter kisses

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x black!fem!reader

Warnings : Not proofread , Fluff, swearing

A/N :trying to write atleast once a day since I'm on holiday 😝

Mwah

Face littered with gloss lip stains , room filled with giggles and love as you sat on your shared bed , distracting him from his game with kisses

"C'mon love , I wanna play my game!"

"Just a few more baby"

He whined out , playfully rolling his eyes as he set down his controller while holding back the biggest smile ever

"Why are you even doing this?"

"I just-" mwah "-love you"

You giggled at his at sassy attitude, paying no mind to his whines and protests as you continued to show him affection

"Ughh , at this rate I won't be able to Finnish my game!"

Crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, puffing his cheeks to stop you from this affectionate attack

"Kyle! You need to sit still , if you do we can wrap this up and be done"

Simply scoffing before he wrapped his arms around your waist and turned you over , leaving you under his body. As quick as you got there he began his own attack of kisses , his lips all over your face before landing on your own lips

The kiss tender and sweet, warm and filled with adoration , lips dancing against eachother and heartbeats in sync

Mwah

He quickly pulled away and sat up , grabbing the controller to continue his game

"Kyle , you sneaky bitch!"

"Learnt from the best!"

You only huffed at his words , feigning offense as you sat behind him to watch him play , fingers twirling at his curls

"I love you , y'know?"

"I love you too Kyle"

[yesimilkdamilkman]

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫...

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; To the people I tagged, I thought yall might enjoy this hopefully you do :33 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Task force 141 recused a bunny they found on the road, who knew she was a hybrid.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Injures, broken bones.

2.19.24 | 𝟐𝟎𝟓 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who they had originally found in her bunny form and the side of the road with a broken hip, fractures, bruises, and open cuts. :(

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who they took the animal hospital immediately and got everything she needed to be up and running again, surgeries and medicines.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who they had to keep for a few weeks until she fully recovered and was able to be out back in the wild.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader whom they got attached to, even though she wasn't their pet.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who they let back out into the wild knowing they couldn't take care of her because of their jobs.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who they saw from time to time, since she always came back to see the one who helped her.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who soon found out she was a hybrid. and let her stay with them.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who they may or may not have a crush on, but won't say anything to her. ;))

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