#lumberjack!price

[ghostlywhiskey]

lumberjack!price who lets you stay in his cabin after he finds you on the side of the road in your broken down car. insists that you come stay at his house for the remainder of the day into the morning since it's getting dark out and the weather forecast is saying it might snow - last thing he wants is for you to be stranded without a place to stay while the car sits in a repair shop. and doesn't want a 'pretty thing' like yourself staying alone in a motel.

lumberjack!price who tows your car to the local mechanic he knows before the two of you head back to his cabin for the night. tells the local mechanic, simon, who you find out is one of his friends, that he'll cover the cost of whatever is wrong with it and to try to make it a priority. and despite your protests, he tells you not to worry about it and that simon owes him anyway so the cost won't be too bad. what you don't know is that he texted simon later that night to take as long as possible fixing up your car.

lumberjack!price who doesn't alarm you at all despite being a complete stranger. he's hospitable, kind and attentive to you when you both arrive back at his home. the wood and pine smell comforting, reminding you of christmas candle scent when you enter. shows you to the guest room and grabs you a change of clothes, but apologizes for the only option being large sweatpants or plaid pajama pants and an worn tshirt of his. 'pretty much a bachelor pad if you can't tell,' he jokes and you tell him it's no problem at all. offers to make dinner while you make yourself comfortable and have a chance to wash up. has the fireplace going when you reemerge from a shower with wet hair dripping, parts of his worn tshirt clinging to your chest from the damp fabric. swears under his breath slightly at the sight of you, but you don't question it as he covers it up quickly by pretending he burnt himself sightly while cooking.

lumberjack!price who chuckled when you begged to clean up after dinner as it was the least you could do after all his help today. and this time, the sight of him after his own shower causing you to fumble some of the utensils in the sink, soap suds your excuse for the slippery silverware that clanks against the glass plates. his large frame mostly covered in body hair while his own pajama pants hang slightly low, a darkened area of hair creating an obviously happy trail. his belly slightly protruding, but firm nonetheless. or at least that is what you think if you were to touch it. nervous 'no, no. it's okay.' leaving your lips as you subside his worry that him being shirtless is making you uncomfortable, explaining it's just a habit since it's normally just him around.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Lumberjack!Price things

Lumberjack!Price who lives out in the woods, miles away from the nearest town.

Lumberjack!Price who survives on the land, cuts his own wood for the winter and enjoys his solitude

Lumberjack!Price who has completely cut himself off from social life and has gained the reputation of a grumpy recluse.

Lumberjack!Price who makes a trip to town once a month for essentials on things like tp, whiskey, and cigars

Lumberjack!Price who avoid contact with anyone if he can, who’s been slowly draining his funds from his retirement account because he retired from the task force years ago

Lumberjack!Price who hasn’t been in contact with the boys in years because he regrets what he did and can’t handle the guilt he feels at thought of having to face the boys again.

Lumberjack!Price who locks himself up in his cabin every month for the safety of others because he can’t handle the guilt of killing someone innocent

Lumberjack!Price who runs into you and despite everything he can’t help but fall in love with you even if he knows it’s wrong

Lumberjack!Price who has a deep secret he refuses to tell anyone, even you

[thedevillovesflowers]

“John?”

What are you hiding?

[konigsblog]

hi orla!!! ive been absolutely o b s es s e d with lumberjack!price but oh my god I just want some sweet, soft moments with him. he’s the perfect pillow. Early morning cuddles with him, slotting yourself underneath his chin and pressing your face into his chest, snuggling and comforted by each others breathing. he has this little rumbling snore that gently shakes your cheek that’s pressed to his chest. legs wrapped around each other, unable to tell whose is whose and where who begins and ends where. It does stop him from stealing all the blankets he can, though.

- ♟️

mm', i need it so badly :( he's basically a human furnace, always boiling hot and warm like a hot water bottle!! cuddled into him with his burly arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close while resting his eyes. your fingertips trailing up his neck to his bearded jaw, feeling his other hand ruffle your hair and cup the crown of your neck with a soft grip. the blankets once wrapped around you now at your feet, tangled between your intertwined legs, one trapped beneath his and his hairy forearms rubbing against your back.

your cheek rested against his shoulder, rolling onto his chest as you whimper from your sleepy haze. his body moves slighty, gripping you tighter as his snores pick up in volume, kissing the tip of his nose while he snores deeply :( the cold, misty clouds peaking through the window, a winter morning with the sky still murky and dark. you know by 5am he'll be awake and away to cut some wood around the village, putting on his snow boots and thick jacket while you'd prepare dinner in advance :(

but, for now, you embrace in eachothers warmth, safe and coddled as the rain hits and taps against the glass. hoping for an extra hour or two with him in bed, in the safety of his arms.

[celenawrites]

almost 500 words into the Lumberjack Price fic

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

As requested by anon, a few screencaps of Vincent Price in Brigham Young (1940) - the wood chopping scene. The movie quality is pretty terrible, so I did the best I could!

[yeyinde]

“Price is three days away from a much-deserved retirement to the mountains and sitting on his hands to keep from snatching up the pretty conservation officer who moons at him whenever he passes by.”

even in someone else’s fanfiction he still makes me insane, like sorry if i moaned thinking about him in those beige ass wildlife officer uniforms

this was an (unsubtle) ref to my first Alpha/Omega fic with him because i love a shared universe lmao

those beige ass uniforms are so hot, ngl. esp at Yellowstone when they wear them w blue jeans. hnnnnggg. delicious.

but when i wrote it (esp Ghost), i was imagining them in our Parks Canada uniform (which isn't too dissimilar, really!! just a bit more green/blue) because i just think they'd both look so good in it. and also. vests.

yum. and the "summer" version of this is shorts and a polo. so. you know. even better.

[marmaladevibez]

playing through TPOF and man... i hate mason. not because of his character, not because of anything else but because of his fucking secret achievement, making me want to commit murder

anyways ren is my beloved and I watched mason die with glee once i got the ending. sucks to suck, suck my weenie mason <33333

[konigsblog]

you guys already know what im thinking... 🎀🎀

the NEED to rub my cunny against his hairy stomach, to coat him in my slick and cum while he guides my hips and slaps my ass whenever i slow down my pace, being all mean to me and degrading!!! :((((((((

Been seeing a lot of lumberjack!price stuff lately, and decided to give my take on it!

[ghostlywhiskey]

lumberjack!price who grows accustomed to having you around after a few days. his 'manly' cabin that have has only ever graced by his presence, a few friends and family now and then, had touches of you now.

the disheveled throw blanket that decorated the recliner with a book you had picked from one of his shelves.

the lingering scent of your perfume after you had freshly sprayed it on and moved throughout the cabin.

instead of one coffee cup sitting in the sink after breakfast, two now sat in the kitchen sink - his always left with nothing and your cup with little less than half of the coffee remaining.

but it's the panties that get mixed in his clothes by accident after you had forgotten to taken a singular pair out of the dryer. when he's in his room folding the clean clothes, he can't help but swallow the largest lump in his throat when the fabric hooks around his finger. he isn't a shy man by any means, and he feels rather confident when it comes to women, however, he's more concerned seeming like a creep right now. what if you think that he took them from the room you are sleeping in? which then means you think that he went through your stuff. with his body already on high alert, he curses to himself when there's a knock on his door, causing him to quickly shove the panties into his front jean pocket. both hands shoved into his pockets now as well, he turns to face you.

"everything okay?" voice indicating no sense of panic as he looks at you.

"mhm," you hum, your phone in your hands buzzing as you glance down to read a message. "i was just wondering if you had heard anything about my car."

shaking his head, price goes back to folding his clothes as he avoids eye contact with you. he wasn't going to look you in the eyes and lie as he spoke, "simon's backed up. bunch of people had issues after the snowstorm."

a soft 'okay' leaves your lips, but it doesn't sound like disappointment. it's almost as a smile accompanies the word after you say it. therefore, causing price to glance back over at you to confirm or deny the feeling. but by the time he tries to steal a look, your body is already turned away from the inside of his room and making its way back to the spot on the recliner.

needing to clear his head a bit, once he's tidied up a few things around the cabin, he heads outside to the backyard to catch up after a few days of not chopping any wood. grabbing the axe, he begins to get through a good amount of wood in the next hour. his breaths exhaling into the cold air as mini, fleeting clouds indicate he's steadying his breath. only then does he notice you've moved from the recliner in the living room to now sit in the sun room, your knees pulled up to your chest on the couch facing the window that offers you a direct view of him.

setting the axe down, his hands go to his hips as he rests them there as his chest continues to rise and fall; eyes still locked on you up in the sunroom. and at that point, you couldn't even hide the fact you had been watching him since the book you had been reading sat next to you on your side, closed and untouched for the past 45 minutes. his smile painting his face, clear despite his bear that surrounds his mouth as it's a toothy grin, a small nod of his head directed towards you. your cheeks warming at the gesture before you give him a small wave and quickly grab for the book, directing your attention away from him to avoid further embarrassment of being caught staring.

in an effort to warm his hands for a moment as well, they slip away from his waist and shove into the pockets of his jeans. one hand met with the panties he had shoved in an hour earlier, fingers toying with the fabric.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

kicking my legs and wagging my tail over your lumberjack Priiiiice

I can never ever resist a werewolf fhekfdhrhrhrrororoooo

can you spoil if he has big flannels he can wear over his fur eheehehe

He has one flannel and it’s a little raggedy already from years of use that’s able to fit over his fur and how big he gets when he’s a werewolf.

It’s like a security blanket to him for reasons you’ll find out

Otherwise he tries not to shift with clothes he likes on because they tend to get ripped and that makes him upset :(

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH I NEED HIM

Lumberjack Price you have me in a chokehold. 🧍‍♀️

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world 💫💫

[konigsblog]

tw: rape. 🍻

farm girl-reader who loves to visit the village after harvesting some vegetables, getting perved on by john price, who works in the pub down the road, which you regularly visit. :3

constantly trying to lure you into an alleyway, his bulbous and fat dick aching and soaking wet with pre as anticipation and lust rushes through his muscular, broad body, as he encourages you to walk with him...

you poor thing, you end up bent over, getting fucked relentlessly and raped by an older gentleman, someone you thought you could trust – or, drunk in his little cottage with the fireplace crackling, pouring alcohol down your throat whilst his fingers search places they shouldn't be. :(

[celenawrites]

lumberjack!price (who used to be ex military) rescues you, an injured traveller, when he goes to the woods one day to cut wood.

he finds you, buried in a thick layer of snow and injured with a twisted ankle and some cracked ribs and so out of it due to the pain and the freezing weather and as a good Samaritan, he hauls you away bridal style back to his cabin near the woods, isolated from society - the perfect place for him to spend his retirement while chopping woods, hunting for food, etc.

lumberjack!price who contacts his doctor friends and tends to your wounds, dressing your fragile skin with alcohol wipes and sterilized gauze, cuz the nearest town is at least two hours away from here. he layers you up with the thickest blankets he has, tries his best to assist you into changing into a spare pair of clothes (his clothes that are too large on your frame) and he restraints himself from registering how pretty you look in his clothes despite how banged up you have been atm. he lays you down on the sofa and tends to the fireplace with the chopped wood he has, ensuring that you're warm and safe and miles away from experiencing anything close to hypothermia.

lumberjack!price who feels how smooth and soft and perfect your skin is, your body is under his calloused, scarred hands and how all he wants to do is protect you from anything that can pose as a danger to you.

lumberjack!price who keeps waking you up every two hours cuz he's afraid you have been concussed. he wakes you up and feeds you some medicines and home remedies, maybe he cooks you some warm food - creamy tomato soup, grilled sandwiches, maybe a bar of dark chocolate he had bought on his last town run for groceries and utilities. he keeps checking your temperature and blood pressure, worried sick about you and he vows to take you to the hospital first thing in the morning.

lumberjack!price who gets to know you while you recover and stay at his abode (he insisted, despite you trying to leave and get in touch with your trekking team). he learns about you, about the job you had, about how you decided to join a trek group in order to make more friends and to travel in your free time, about how the snow blizzard had made you all split up and somehow you ended up fainting in the cold, left for dead. luckily, he found you and you'd forever be grateful.

lumberjack!price who insists on doing everything for you, but you're just as stubborn as he is. you bake him mug cakes and cook him your ma's signature dishes, and you offer to clean the dishes after the meal but he gives you a look that almost makes you falter, but your family has instilled values of gratitude deep into your bones, so you protest anyway - making him settle for you drying the dishes he washes instead. the scene is domestic, and price realises that he likes your presence in his humble abode quite a lot.

lumberjack!price who feels his heart break a little whenever he sees you recover steadily. he wants you to get better, can barely handle the days when your pain gets the best of you - but he cannot make peace with the fact that you'd probably leave the moment you're given the 'OK' from the doctor.

lumberjack!price who always comes running in the middle of the night whenever you wake up screaming from a nightmare (replaying the day you got seperated from your friends, except there's no one to save you). he shushes you, holding you in his strong, muscled arms as he promises to always look out for you and kisses your forehead as he rocks you back to sleep, letting your head rest on his chest and fall asleep to the lullaby of his heart.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Brigham Young (1940)

[sunlitsunflowers]

Reading this curled up under a blanket with the biggest smile on my face!!! This is so cute!!! I love how you write Bucky and his joy, it's infectious!!!💛💛💛

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing დ  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count დ  1.0k Warnings დ  Swearing, pet names, Bucky is passionate, tooth rotting fluff Author’s Note დ I died from the cuteness, ngl. Event დ  @rookthorne's Fright Night | Masterlist

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You had always had the biggest Halloween and spooky spirit – every fall was a haven for you, and this year, you had the opportunity to harness the ultimate joy of surprising James when he came home after a long day. His reaction, however, left you speechless and stunned; wishing for every season to become fall. 

The air was warm and filled with the aromas of a freshly cooked dinner. Wood cracked and burned in the fireplace as you sat on the couch, legs tucked under you with a blanket on your lap. It was late in the afternoon and Bucky was due home any minute now – Sam had called him on site for just a favour that ended up taking up the whole of his day. 

You weren’t mad, though. In the time that Bucky had spent on site, you had elected to have some Halloween fun with Sarge and Koda – both of which were cuddled on the couch next to you. Sarge’s head rested on your thigh, and Koda’s head was propped up on Sarge’s back. 

It would have been peaceful. No different than any other night that you spent reading or relaxing, if it weren’t for your stifled giggles. 

Sarge – looking as broody as he always did – was indifferent to the small hat that had black horns sticking up and out from between his ears. Or the red vest with two wings sprouting from his shoulders. A red, pointed tail was sewn onto the end of it and it laid curled next to his own fluffy (and still) tail. 

Behind Sarge, Koda stirred, blinking and huffing as she woke up from her nap. The orange hat she wore had a green stump, perfectly resembling a pumpkin top. Her brown, fluffy body was covered in an orange vest, striped with a darker hued orange to give the illusion of a round pumpkin. She stared at you with her soft, dark eyes, and you smiled. “You’re so adorable, baby girl.” 

Tires crunched over gravel outside and then light flooded the living room of the cabin – Bucky’s truck had just pulled in. Your heart skipped a beat as you struggled to move under the weight of a still slumbering Sarge. “He’s home–daddy’s home, wake up, Sarge.” 

Both dogs sprung to life and ambled to the front door just as the engine of the truck cut out, and the thud of the driver’s door closing sounded. It was music to your ears after such a long day. The dogs yipped and jumped over one another in their excitement. “Down, down, settle–here,” you said, rushing to open the door. “Go on.”

“Hey, love,” Bucky called from the stone path to the front door, but he was looking towards his truck as the alarm chirped. He was still wearing his red plaid jacket and light denim jeans, though they were covered in wood dust, and the bun he had thrown his hair up in that morning before he left was gone, instead, his long hair flowed down his neck and over the collar of his shirt. 

You sighed softly as you watched him shove his truck keys in his back pocket. “I’m so sorry I was gone so long, sweetheart. I tried gettin’ away but you know Sam. And then fuckin’ Steve, I swear to- What the–?” He stopped by the flower bed, his widening eyes downcast towards the dogs that were jumping up at him for attention. 

“Welcome home, babe,” you said, cocking out a hip to lean against the porch rail. “I made dinner–you hungry?”

Bucky stared up at you, slack jawed. “What did you do to them?”

“The dogs?” you asked, arching a brow. “I got them ready for Halloween, James.”

“Halloween,” he repeated as he glanced back down again. “You- When did you get these coats? And the hats?”

“Wands helped me.” The wood beneath your feet creaked as you stepped down onto the path. Sarge and Koda paid no mind to you as you neared – their attention entirely captivated by Bucky. “Aren’t they adorable?”

Slowly, Bucky looked back up at you, then back at the dogs that jumped up his legs. Suddenly, he dropped his work bag and fell to his knees, a wide smile on his face that made his nose scrunch and eyes squint. “They are more than adorable,” he cooed, holding Koda’s face in his callused hands. He kissed her nose then hugged Sarge. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby? I would’a picked up some pumpkins or somethin’!”

You watched, amused, when Bucky’s bright eyes widened just as they always did when he had an idea, or a plan. “We need a photoshoot–get your camera!”

“Babe, wait,” you called, laughing as Bucky sprang to his feet and ran inside, presumably to look for your camera. “I can go get some pumpkins tomorrow.”

“No!” Bucky’s yell was muffled, like he was on the other side of the cabin. “We gotta do it now, just look at ‘em.” He popped his head around the door and you laughed – he looked just like his dogs when they were excited about something, a treat or a toy. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just adorable.” Bucky blushed and bounded down the steps. “Do you want to take photos now, or wait for tomorrow–when I get the pumpkins?”

“Both.” He shrugged and looked down at his dogs. “They deserve that–do it every day, if you could. You’re so good at it, sweetheart.”

“Flattery will get you somewhere,” you teased, and you grabbed the camera from his hands. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Let’s take some before it gets too dark and then you can help me plan tomorrow’s shoot.”

Bucky grinned, a beautiful sight, and before he could change his expression, you snapped a photo. “For my personal collection.”

“You can take as many as you want, Clover,” he promised earnestly. “So long as I get to see your pretty face light up while you do it. Fuck, I love you.” You blinked at his words, unable to take them in, and then Bucky kissed you on the cheek before he ran off with the two costumed pooches in tow. “C’mon, let’s go!”

Your fingers brushed where his lips had connected, and your heart bloomed with warmth. If you got to experience his joy just from taking photographs – you decided then and there that you would never put your camera down. “Coming!”

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