#price*

[gothghostiie]

thinking about price being domestic.

just doing the most mundane shit, doing the dishes, cooking eggs for breakfast, fixing the dripping bathroom sink - fucking hell, even mowing the lawn or helping you put up decorations. and its just the hottest thing ever. he's whistling and humming while doing it, wiping the tiny bit of sweat on his forehead off with his forearm. and when he sees you looking at him he smiles and gives you a small wink, the bastard knows exactly what he's doing.

[aussiepineapple1st]

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It’s been months. Soap is going from MIA to presumed KIA.

[the-californicationist]

Ursa Major (Ch. 12)

It's time! The big reveal is here! Now, the real drama begins...

Huge thank you as always to my beta team @vampirekilmerfic, @gemmahale, @eclecticgrimlin!

A tiny spoiler/sneak peek below the cut.

Then, he allowed himself a gentle but greedy kiss over her mating line on the nape of her neck, relishing that smooth, sloping place where his bear still wanted him to bite her, to punch his canines through her flesh like he did to the small bodies of his writhing, succulent prey, stealing her life and dooming her to the hollow hell of immortality. Her innocence would pour out of her and flow down his chin, staining his mouth black with her blood. 

And it would be his fault.

But it felt so good to just kiss her there. To let his mouth imagine these sins without committing them. It was like smelling the aroma of a bakery early in the morning, knowing exactly the way the steaming rolls would taste without ever putting one between his teeth, and yet reveling in their starchy comfort all the same. 

What a shame it was to lose something so lovely. 

[simonriley09]

BreedingKink!Price x Fem!Reader

TW: Cursing, P in V sex, breeding, older!price younger!reader, mentions of pregnancy, dirty talk.

soft moans fill the room as Price drags his hips back.. dragging his fat, slick cock all over your sweet cunt before slipping back into your soft, red velvety walls, groaning at the sensation of you clenching around him so nicely. he's got you all sprawled out beneath him and pounding so deep into your pretty cunt with just one intention: fill it up and make you his wife. Laying underneath him and moaning from the way his cock harshly grinds into you. All Price has in his mind right now is to breed and fill you. whispering things into your ear in a soft, raspy whisper as he drags his throbbing cock in and out of that sweet cunt. "S'all f'me?, this pretty cunt gonna be filled to the brim once i'm done with it." Grinning as he hears your pleas and whines. With a particularly hard thrust he hit your cervix, making you cry out loudly, cumming around his cock so hard you shudder before slumping against the pillows, panting. Price speaks up in a hoarse whisper. "We're not done lovie' one more f'me yeah?" starting up again, slow thrusts turn into animalistic hard thrusts, making your eyes widen and your mouth fall open drool spilling from the side of your mouth as your eyes prick with tears. Price leaned down and kissed your tears away. "S'okay lovie, Just one more f'me. Then i'll fill ya up nice n' proper." Only until you came 4 times did he let up. He pulled out, watching the spunk drip out from your sweet cunt he just filled up. "fuck lovie.. drippin' with my spunk aye?'" He leaned down and lapped at your slit, his nose rubbing against your soft, throbbing clit, Beard scratching your thighs as he makes you squirm and squeal in pleasure. "So sweet.." he mumbled into your cunt, sliding 2 fingers into your wet heat, making sure all his thick cm stays inside you. The aftercare is amazing too, soft kisses to your cheeks, his hand rubbing your belly as he mutters apologies for going so hard on his sweet girl. :(

[serialkilluh1996]

𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐲

Proshippers, Comshippers DNI

König...is clumsy. He's big and he's danger prone. Not that he doesn't try his very best to be careful, but he just breaks shit. Even as a child, he had a bad habit of knocking shit down or being too rough and ruining things, and that always ended the worse scolding. So, when he walked into your living room, his large thighs brushing against the table and shattering the urn upon it, ashes flying everywhere, he just...cried.

He couldn't even control it. Usually, he's a quiet and reserved man that keeps a low profile, but everything was pouring out now, watching the essence of the dead whirring through the air like dust. König couldn't describe the guilt he was feeling right now. This wasn't some broken mug he could just throw in the trash and hope you'd forget; this was someone you loved and cared for.

"König?" He turns to see you standing in the doorway. You were hella confused. König was down on his knees, sobbing, and holding..."You broke the vase?" You interrogate, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

He sniffles, trying to calm himself. "....Vase?" He stammered out. You take note of all the grey specks on his hands. "PRICE!" You exclaim. "Yeah?" He yells back from the other room.

"Have you been using my vase as an ash tray again?!" "Sorry, love!" He exclaims with a chuckle.

"...these are just cigarette ashes?" He looks down at them, picking up the large shard of glass. "Surely you didn't think–....well, nevermind. Nothing a little glue can't fix. And some HEAVY therapy."

[hemlock-reads]

Warnings: child abuse, adoption, neglectful parenting (not price), therapy, nonverbal Tommy.

Thinking about AdoptivefatherPrice bringing you home for the first time. A home full of warmth and all the love you can ever ask for. He already has 3 boys. Simon (17), Tommy (15), and Kyle (14).

The two Riley siblings have been living with price the longest. Having grown to trust the retired man they come to call father. He was their true father. Their biological father not being present in their lives anymore, their mother nowhere to be found. Both Tommy and Simon still get nightmares from time to time from the abuse that they both endured. They both go to bi weekly therapy sessions to work on themselves and their past.

Tommy unfortunately doesn’t talk too much. Having been abused into silence. Only ever speaking through his big brother Simon.

Simon being the “stronger” one of the two. He had been deemed the “man of the house” when his deadbeat father wasn’t around. Having to grow up faster than most children and take on the parental role.

Kyle is prices step-child. Though price doesn’t see Kyle as just his step-child. Price treats Kyle and all of his adoptive children as if they were his own. Kyle being raised by price since he was five years of age. He wants to follow in his father’s footsteps one day. He wants to be a captain like price used to be. When he was little he used to play army a lot with his classmates and rescue the “hostages” on the playground. Though the rescuing wasn’t as detailed as actual missions. Price having withheld all the gruesome details and things he had to deal with.

You were finally somewhere safe. Somewhere you could be a kid. Somewhere you could grow and learn. Somewhere to finally call home.

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[elysianightsss]

Price, price and more price🌸🩵

Imagine being John’s pen pal. It’s starts off so innocent, strangers, with you intent on staying that way after a recent nasty break up with a rather nasty man.

You just wanted something to take your mind off of everything while you wallowed away in self pity. Your work had sent you home for a month, said you needed time to heal and get your mind right.

So here you were with nothing to do when one of your friends suggested being a pen pal. And who of all people were to take up your request but John Price.

A simple, name, favourite colour and asking how his day was going was all you wrote. He replied with exactly what you’d asked word for word. Very straightforward and almost strategic and of course asked you the same things.

Then it was age, favourite food and how tall he was. A little description of his face. And again he replied with exactly that. You knew then that you’d have to work hard to get more out of him.

The weeks went by and slowly but surely, John began to become looser. Open up more. Genuinely talk to you. It helped not only you start to heal but also help John heal. He didn’t even know he needed to heal in any way. Maybe the loneliness, the fighting, the pain, the emotionlessness had finally caught up to him.

Work decided you still weren’t ready which was quite honestly bullshit, that’s what you told John anyway. He completely agreed and asked for your manager’s name and social security number. You thought it was a joke, he wholeheartedly wanted to teach the man a lesson.

This week you decide to paint the spare bedroom in your apartment and you told John all about it. You felt almost giddy as you sent letters back and forth deciding paint colours. He loved the domesticity of it all, felt like his little woman was asking what colour to paint a shared home while she waited for him to return. What he wouldn’t give….

He loved the little things like that. Loved when you’d tell him about what you were getting from the grocery store and he’d suggest something he thinks is good. Loved when you’d tell him about a new outfit you bought. He’d tell you how much he’d love to see it and how he bets you look beautiful.

You feel ecstatically nervous when he asked for your phone number. You obviously gave it to him. Impatiently you waited, staring at your phone for it to ring. When it did you jump up, palms sweaty, lump in your throat, heart beating so loud you could heard it in your head…then you pressed answer.

“Hi love.”

“Hi John.”

[bruhhxiao]

Do y’all know about that pregnancy prank where the ladies pretend to drink alcohol during pregnancy to see their partners reaction?

Well I imagine Reader filling a bottle with juice/water and pretend to drink it during the most delicate months (from 1 to 3 months) of pregnancy next to Simon making him drop whatever he was holding or doing to take away the bottle squeezing their jaw trying to make them spit it out.

“juice..” Reader says proudly leaning the bottle under his nose.

I imagine Ghost Simon Riley holding his chest laying against something almost about to faint. (Yeah I imagine the big boy shitting the shit out of himself for his partner bullshit)

“ohh once this baby is out…” He says looking at them so pissed as they stand there in front of him with a dorky smile.

[gothghostiie]

In the spirit of it getting a little colder now I guarantee the boys wrap Kid!Reader in like 10 layers when they go out in winter weather. They just want their little one to be toasty and warm! So you end up waddling out into the fluffy snow like a round little marshmallow with a puffball hat on

oh absolutely. the second the temp sinks and they start even remotely getting chilly kid!reader is done for. the second they even think about going outside they're wrapped up in layers, as much as comfortably possible. and the boys are still worried you might be too cold. price is the only reasonable one, gaz keeps adding socks because that's the first thing to go cold, soap refuses to even let them go outside, ghost gives them a hand painted little skull balaclava so their face doesn't go cold

[aussiepineapple1st]

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[moondirti]

MDNI. dubcon. objectification. degradation. humiliation. guys being gross. female reader. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. brief aftercare. an absurd amount of filth for something so short.

price helping you get over your fear of humiliation by inviting the guys over and prying your pussy open for them, half-slouched on his lap with your legs held up in the air :( they’re so mean about it, too. cooing condescending compliments, curling their nasty hands around your jaw to keep your head in place as they pet your most vulnerable places, like you’re the winning pup at a dog show and not a whole human—entitled to any boundary you set, regardless of how your husband feels.

they pay no heed to your protests, though. actually, the men avoid addressing you at all. rather, all their personal, invasive questions are directed to price, who answers them with his own self-satisfied grin.

‘keeps clenchin’ around nothing, desperate thing. hole this willing deserves to be gaped. how often d'you stuff her?’ depends on if she's been good.

‘fookin’ drooched, cap. does she taste as guid as she looks?’ mm, better. smells like nectar too. take a whiff, son. don’ wash my beard afterward on the occasion, jus to keep her under my nose.

‘think i can thaw a winter’s worth of ice with this cunt alone. heat’s practically radiating off ‘er. pathetic slut.’ y’should see how much worse it gets after a good beating, lieutenant. swells up, and damn well sears my palm.

and of course they take it upon themselves to test the validity of his answers. kyle works four fingers into you, then his thumb, stretching you open for his probing, angling your hips up to the light so that your insides are illuminated for his curious eye. if price didn’t have his rough hands anchored to the underside of your knees, you would have kicked his prized sergeant off.

embarrassment washes your neck in warmth, lashes droopy with fat tears. all your husband does to comfort you is place a scratchy kiss to your shoulder, soft hushes tickling your skin.

then, soap intercedes to shove his nose to your mons. he doesn’t just take a whiff — rather, he sucks in the sweet-sour tang your slick provides, testing it in both scent and taste. his hot tongue laves over where kyle’s fingers had been, incisors nibbling at the ripe bud of your clit. mortifying pleasure sinks low, sloshing in your belly’s bed. though you did not expect him to be, he isn’t modest about it. soap presses completely into your pussy, muzzle lacquered with wetness that rivals yours.

your whimpers devolve into moans. loud, a little unhinged. you’ve always played at dressing them up around price, worried that he’d turn away if your face screwed too tight, or your pleasure made itself known beyond what directly serves him. it’s exactly the habit that got you into this mess; and as you lose yourself to the scene, you can feel his delight blossoming against your back.

ghost scares you the most. he lets you have your orgasm, towering behind the man between your legs, but does not let him revel in it, yanking him back by his mohawk at the first twitch of your toes. in the fervour, you have hard time remembering what you should expect. especially when he doesn’t get to it immediately, wiping the gloss off your plush cunt. his callouses rash you, gritty, abrading the soft surface of your skin. it is only when you wince do his eyes crinkle in a manner cruel enough to evoke what’s to come.

but it’s too late to prime yourself. his hand flies back, coming back twice as fast to strike dead centre between your legs. it hurts. hurts so much more than it ever has before, your body unused to unrestrained strength. you scream, throat mangling around the rough cut of it, fighting wildly against price until you manage to escape his hold. immediately, instead of running away, you twist backwards, burying your face into his neck, calming yourself by taking deep breaths of his cologne. something heady — leather, tobacco, sandalwood — bridges the synapses in your brain, numbs the pain, if only a little.

“shhh, little one. you’re alright. it’s okay. doing so good for us.” he soothes, rubbing your sweaty back. the world narrows to just you and him, his men reduced to mere afterthoughts. to be dealt with later — though you doubt the conversation will be anywhere near reprimanding, more likely to end with a bottle of scotch split between four, approving slaps to the captain’s back, than it ever will in your defence.

“n-ne- never a-ga…”

“come, now. let’s not be brash, mm. i promised them a pump each. ‘n’ what kind of host would i be if i didn’t make good on that?”

[scimitar-and-longsword]

Me lovingly booping you all, 141 style <3

[evilgwrl]

Thinking about sucking Captain Price off while he’s on a business call…

Full lips sudsy with bubbles of spit as you choked on the length that penetrated your throat, sure to leave bruises later. Rough hands wrapped around your hair, making a messy ponytail as he guided you along his cock, your tongue running against the veins as his pubic hair tickled your nose.

“No Laswell, I can organise that myself - fuck - no, I’m okay just stubbed my toe.” His voice hissed as you gargled around his cock, sloppy hand gripping the remainder of his legs, another applying light pressure to his heavy balls that ached with the need to release down your slutty throat.

Spit dribbled down your chin, pooling at your chest as you gagged and moaned along his throbbing member. Price looked down at you, tear drenched eyes staring back as you smiled, soft coo leaving your lips as he began to fuck your throat.

“No I’m fine, just pain in my toe - Jesus Christ - I’ve gotta go,” he practically choked, messy fingers stumbling to end the call as he groaned, your cheeks hollowing out as you kept a rough pace, your eyes never leaving his.

“Fucking dirty whore for me, aren’t you? So desperate to have your mouth on your Captain’s cock that you couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” His voice was rough and degrading, hand gripping tighter around your hair before he held your head at the base of his cock, splutters and chokes filling the room before he pulled back slightly, his hips jutting as he came with a guttural groan, hot pumps of semen sliding down your oesophagus as you swallowed, pulling away from his softening cock as you gasped for air.

He landed a soft pat on your cheek as you sat stationary on your knees, tongue out before he gripped your face, squishing it together.

“Guess you are a good addition to the task force, hm love?”

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Medic: I'm sorry sir but we can only allow family in to see them at this point Price: Bold of you to assume I won't legally adopt them right now Y/N, half asleep inside the hospital room: You tell 'em dad

[v1x3n]