#test price

[yeyinde]

Would you consider writing a poly141 version of the babytrap universe? Completely understand if it’s not to your interest to write, but I would love to see that story play out in your delicious writing style :)

ohh, absolutely. i think the best way to do it would be to have poor reader, desperate for a family of her own, and making the stupid decision to hand her resignation into Price.

and then admitting, shyly, that there's no man in your life, just a donor waiting for you to sign the papers and make the deposit for the procedure. thanking him for everything he's done, of course; but you're excited for this new chapter in your life.

He accepts it. Sure. Smiles tightly, and says, "good luck." Calls a meeting after to discuss it with the rest of the team. Closed door. A little unusual, but nothing that immediately raises your hackles. You're too busy cleaning up your desk to really pay much attention to hushed whispers in Price's office. Happy to celebrate, too, when Johnny invited you out for drinks after. Tae say goodbye properly, he said, and looking back, you should have seen through the faux sadness draped over his brow. Picked up on the giddy excitement buzzing around him as he led you to the bar, as he offered to get you drinks. Handed you an open bottle. Tipping it back for you to drink more. 

Keep goin’, doe. Drink ‘er up. 

Another one. Another. Your head swims. Kyle is there, hands warm on your waist, breath rippling across the sweat gathering on the nape of your neck. 

“C’mon, birdie. Have a shot with me.” He coos, bringing the glass to your lips, chest glued to your spine. “Can't believe you want a baby. Fuck, birdie, that's—”

Johnny murmurs something under his breath. You blamed the three glasses of whiskey sour (Price wouldn't let you have anything else) and a shot of tequila for why it sounded like,

hope it's mine—

To the left of you, Ghost snorts under his breath. Shifts in the stool that creaks, whining under his weight. You blink through fog seeping into your head, this strange, syrupy torpor that bleeds into the corners of your vision, makes everything feel muted, far away, and turned to him with a pout. 

He'd been acting strange ever since Price told him your plans. Quieter, somehow. But—

There. 

Everywhere. 

Your fixed shadow. Looming in the corners. 

You make to ask him what the hell he's doing, why he's following you around, but the words slosh out in a tangle. Incompressible.

Ghost huffs. His gloved hand lifts, falls to your throat, holding you steady with his thumb digging shallowly into your pulse. 

“Careful,” he mocks, dragging the word out like he was speaking to a misbehaving child. It bristles through you, but your tongue is thick. Liquid in your mouth. “Got a big night ahead o’you yet, pet. Try not t’hurt yourself before I get to knock you up.”

Distantly, you think you hear Gaz say something—oi, mate, maybe—but there's a shrill ringing in your ear that drowns it all out. A cotton spooling in your head. You blink—foolishly—and lean into his palm, mouth dropping in surprise. Shock. 

Horror. 

“Wha—?”

But it's too late, of course. What you thought were the comforting threads of a warm blanket spooling over your shoulders was the silken strands of a spider's web the whole time. Caught in their trap. 

And then you come to with a warm weight pressed against your back, a thick, hairy arm slung around your shoulders. Trapping you tight against a warm, broad chest.

“Want a baby, mm?” your captain coos in your ear, humid breath tickling your skin. Dampening it slightly as he leans in close, lips pressed to the shell—a warm, wet heat that makes you tremble—and adds: “fine, love. Since you want one so bad—” 

An arm lashes out of the shadows dancing around the room; through the heavy haze, the fog in your head (the last thing you remember is being offered a drink by Johnny, another by Kyle—), you struggle to make sense of what's happening around you as rough, dry fingers curl over your knee, prying your thighs apart: 

“—then we'll give it to you.”

You watch, dazed, dizzy, as cherryred knuckles slip down the valley of your spread legs, the ink on their thick fingers flexing, dancing, in the slip of pale moonlight until they curl into the hem of your panties, tugging the fabric roughly to the side. 

The sudden swell of cold air on your exposed cunt makes you gasp. Your knees jerking, trying to fold together to hide yourself, preserve some modicum of modesty, but the hand on your flesh tightens. Prevents you from moving. It keeps you open for their gaze. Lets them all gawk at the wide knuckles pressed against the seam of your pussy. Flushed in the low light. Dripping—

In the murk, someone groans—

“Shoulda told us sooner you wanted a fuckin’ baby, sweet’art. Woulda given you one sooner before y’had to go an’ do somethin’ so foolish—”

Foolish. Like paying for another man to put a baby inside of you when that privilege belongs to them. And them alone.

And really—

You should have known better.

[gomzdrawfr]

"LET ME GIT 'EM NIK!!"

also since u wanna see :3 @jgvfhl

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price being a cantankerous arsehole while off duty and Nik having none of it.

Nik says absolutely nothing if it happens on duty because he respects the hierarchy, but off duty, John's his. All bets are off. He's gonna bully (affectionate) John for his emotionally stunted sulk.

Nik is hugging, squishing, nuzzling and smooching that grumpy wanker - "oh, solnyshko, so moody, do you want a hug? Some fuss? Lots of kisses, pochemu ty takoy serdityy, detka? Mwah mwah" - into oblivion.

All that Russian swagger, smooth talking and open affection; he doesn't give a shit, he's going all out. He's bigger, means he can blanket John, cage him in, trap him in the sofa or against the kitchen counter, hands somehow everywhere at once, until John is either squirming and cackling, or relents and talks about it.

With someone as mulishly stubborn as Captain Price, only Full Nikolai will suffice.

[autumnheartsprice]

One Gift

Price x afab!reader |Pure fluff, no smut, surprise ending|

Price who absolutely loves spoiling his girl rotten! You're definitely getting princess treatment. Random gifts just because he felt like it, opening doors for you, getting anything and everything you need or want - even if you want ice cream in the middle of the night.

Oh, he most definitely gives you gifts throughout the year, but for Christmas? That man is taking pictures of everything you look at or even consider getting in the shops. That soft blanket you wanted in March? Under the tree. The pretty jewelry set you saw while window shopping? Wrapped up under the tree with the help of Laswell. This man takes pictures and notes of everything you've said you wanted, just so he can pile up gifts under the tree on Christmas Eve.

December 25th comes up quickly. You wake up to Soap banging on the door, hollering for everyone to get up so he can give out gifts. Your husband groans beside you as you softly giggle.

You two eventually make your way to the common room, the glowing Christmas tree welcoming you. You're tugging your tired husband beside you before suddenly stopping in your tracks, since when was there that much presents under the tree? Everyone put there's under last night and it was not like that before you went to bed.. unless..

"John, are you fucking with me?" you mutter, eyes widened like a deer in headlights in your pink Christmas pajamas. His gruff beard comes up to your cheek from behind you as he pulls you close to him; "Why? Don't like it? Only a few 's for the lads." he hushes, as if it's nothing. He presses a soft kiss on your cheek before going to sit down on the couch, gesturing for you to grab a present and start unwrapping.

You've lost track of how much presents you've opened already, the majority from Price, but a few occasional ones from the rest of the team, even some beautiful stud earrings from Laswell. Once Soap calmed down and stopped whining about not being spoiled like you are, the rest of the team moved their way out to find something to eat for breakfast, leaving you and Price on the couch together as you opened your last present from him.

"Love.. you didn't have to do all this at all.. I feel bad, I only got you one thing and it's not even that big.." You whisper, a sense of guilt filling your voice. "Like I give a shit. You could've gotten me nothin' for all I care. My only wish for the big guy was to see you happy." he whispers back, his hand reaching up to softly caress your cheek.

At the sudden sound of the fire alarm going off and Gaz yelling at Soap, you two laugh together and decide to fix them something before they burn the whole building down.

It was getting late and everyone was heading to bed. You and Price stayed back to clean up the leftover plates and whiskey glasses from the boys. As you watched your husband finish loading up the dishwasher and dry his hands, you walked up behind him and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you pressed your cheek into his back.

"Time for your present now, love.." you nervously stated, you pulled off not worrying about it all day but now the nerves were getting to you. "Yeah? 'S that right? Thought I told you I didn't need anything other than you?" he replied. A nervous pit formed in your stomach as you anxiously bit your bottom lip. "Just c'mon, old man." you tease, trying to ease your own mind before pulling away from him and taking his wrist.

You pull him to your guy's shared room, shutting the door behind you two and pointing towards the bed, telling him to sit as you dig in your nightstand drawer.

You pull out a decent-sized pink box, wrapped with a blue bow around it and nervously hand it to him. "What's this, eh?" He asks, looking up at you before looking back down and slowly opening the box. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything else.. I've been busy with.. just this one gift.." you muttered out. As you slowly sit down on the bed next to him, he's loosening the bow and opening the box.

He pulls out a light brown teddy bear with a pink and blue polka-dot bowtie, and a collection of small items. "Love..?" he quietly asks, barely audible as he looks at the positive pregnancy tests. His hand comes up to cover his dropped jaw out of pure shock, eyes set deeply onto the tests in his hands. "You're.. you're pregnant..? Oh my god.. you're pregnant!" He looks up at you, barely even giving you a chance to nod before he's pouncing on you, tackling you in his arms and pressing delightful kisses all over your cheeks. "I'm gonna be a Dad! Oh my God, lovie!" he rushes out; he forces himself back so he can look at your joyous face, before leaning in and placing a soft passionate kiss on your lips as one of his hands rests upon your belly where his baby is.

[corrodedparadox]

Also hi take these

[phantomarine]

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[dallo-stan]

O TEMPO SALVA TUDO, ATÉ O DESCONTO

eu fiz… eu fiz uma capa de life is strange ☹️ não ficou exatamente como eu queria, parece uma bagunça azulada e provavelmente vou refazer logo logo (sabemos que eu não vou) ou tentar fazer outras… é isso manos e manas muac :3

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price guest stars --

The Red Skelton Show; Clem vs. The mad scientist (1957)

[steveharrington]

my boss asked me to crochet her 6 turtle appliques for this beach themed blanket she was making for her son…which she told me was a christmas present…so i got them done by christmas and it is now january 31st and they’re still openly sitting on her desk….. am i alone in thinking that’s like insanely rude to ask me to have them done by a deadline and then leave them out where i can see them untouched for weeks

[lez-bichi-lover]

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[soapcloth]

Started using a random sex position picker for writing and oh my god this is so fun.

[majimasleftasscheek]

Do you have any plans to make stickers? Bc my god would I KILL for a Goromi one to put on/in my welding helmet

I do! I have some samples of sticker sheets I've made but currently working thru a couple of manufacturers cuz there's some things I like and don't like about the few I've tried

[tapwater118]

various object doodles made while watching grown men scream at video games

lumping my rarepair slop in with other things so people actually look at it

individuals of the ones i like more

[fireheartedpup]

Do store owners understand that if they continue to raise prices I simply will not buy as many products?

[oozeandgoo-art]

i'll be selling this on my SubscribeStar this month! along with a lot of other stuff!

[quatregats]

In hindsight (knowing that I probably had the flu) everything I've done over the past week and a half is a little bit unhinged. Day after I start feeling a little bit lousy I decide what I need to do is go to Target to buy boxes, which I promptly forget at said Target until I have walked three blocks and paid my subway fare and have to go back and retrieve them (but this is totally fine and I'm not out of it at all). Next day I remain fully convinced that I'm going to give my lecture on Wednesday but instead of working on that I write 2500+ words of fanfiction. I email the professor I'm TAing for being like pretty please let me come to class and lead my sections, then I text my friends and they're like you're insane stay home so I have to send another email being like jk maybe the whole "fever with chills" thing isn't conducive to coming to class. The professor is like yeah no you fool stay at home and also probably you should not give the lecture on Wednesday (I view this proposition with extreme suspicion). The next three days I spend in denial about the prospect of not giving the lecture, and also having constant chills despite taking ibuprofen at bottle-mandated intervals. This is fine and normal which is why on Thursday, just to test if I'm fully recovered, I decide not to take ibuprofen, which leads me to fall into possibly one of the most intense fevers I've ever had in my life. Friday I feel like I'm getting better and also Saturday but then I go out on Sunday and am immediately fatigued. I choose to ignore this and lead my sections bravely on Monday, and then immediately come home and fall into a several-hour nap from sheer exhaustion. Like at this rate I don't think I should be trusted with any decisions actually, I think they should give me a clean bill of health before I am even allowed to think about rejoining the world