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John Price likes to be dependable for his wife, of course he does.

What he doesn’t like it's the way he hear his men whisper about you.

A unworried "she probably has, like, a learning difficulty" from Johnny.

A slightly worried "dunno, man. She's probably jus'... different" from Kyle.

And a completely blunt "jus' seems real dumb t'me" from Simon.

That's why John invites them over for dinner one night. You've made the whole dinner, set the table up to perfection and sits prettily across from John, as usual. And then someone asks your husband a question, to which he simply shrugs.

"I actually don't know nothin' 'bout tha'. My love, can you answer tha' one f'me?"

With a deep breath and a sip of your drink, you explain it in a kind tone and simple words, trying to not get them more confused. But Kyle is astonished already.

"How... Why'd you know that?" Kyle asks, politely.

"Uhm... I actually worked with it, when I was younger. Before I met John..." You answer, but your eyes are focused on your food and in your husband, as if you didn’t just talk like a total specialist over a subject that they'd never guess you knew about – or that you knew anything, at all.

Safe to say, they start asking random questions to see if you know the answer, and John eats happily knowing he proved his boys wrong.

inspired by this reblog on my original post, thanks @/skeletonsucker!

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simon 'my missus is the reason i'm alive" riley

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

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mark zuckerberg looking ahh

Anit depressent pill taking ahh

Losing johnny ahh

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cw: piss mention.

Being Johnny’s friend, and him desperately wanting to take things further— he comes up with a terrible idea to drive you into his arms in a way he thinks is rather subtle.

He’s going to get Ghost to hit on you next time you’re out at a pub. Ghost has an uncanny ability activate the prey drive— he gets too close, speaks too low, looms too tall, and stares too deep (not to mention the kind of language he uses in his pickup lines).

So Johnny casually gets up to go piss, leaves you sitting at the bar, practically passes the baton as he goes by Ghost on the way.

And Simon, he loves the classics.

So he starts off by staring down at you as you sit in your stool, unblinking, and saying “I can smell your cunt.”

You look up with rapt attention, clenching your thighs.

Soap watches from across the bar for a signal, either a grimace on your face or a discreet hand gesture from Ghost that they’d worked out earlier.

But he underestimated your freak. And Simon wasn’t about to back down when it was clear you liked how he came across.

Simon perches himself next to you, crowding in close and speaking into your ear, Johnny able to see as your stunned expression turns into a bashful smile, like he just told you that you have beautiful eyes. He actually said “bet you’d let me spit in your mouth if I told you to open up, yeah?”

Things escalate. You barely touch your drink, too absorbed in what Simon is saying to you.

“Saw those fuckin’ thighs from across the bar, Jesus Christ— want you to sit on my jaw and fuck my face— warm my cheeks with those thighs while I shove my tongue in that sweet little pussy. I’d let you piss in my fucking mouth if y’wanted to.”

When Soap finally forces himself to go back to the bar, you subtly tell him you’re gonna head out and that you had fun. He awkwardly bids you goodnight with his mouth nearly agape as Simon grabs hold of your hand to pull you along.

And he looks too damned eager to get you out of there— doesn’t even have the decency to throw a smug look at Soap. Because truthfully? He’s kinda forgotten why he came here in the first place. He’s got more important shit on his mind now.

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bro got into jail for a copied reddit joke like- 💀💀💀😭😭😭

ok let get one thing straight the "case" on ranveer allhabadhia is so CRAZY like bro wtf? you dont care about poverty in your country , you dont care about AQI, you dont care about r@pe case you dont care about divorce-alimony suicide cases but you care about a man who's obsessed with yeti make a joke about s3x, mother, father in the same line, like actively trying to cancel him??? INSANE

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ok let get one thing straight the "case" on ranveer allhabadhia is so CRAZY like bro wtf? you dont care about poverty in your country , you dont care about AQI, you dont care about r@pe case you dont care about divorce-alimony suicide cases but you care about a man who's obsessed with yeti make a joke about s3x, mother, father in the same line, like actively trying to cancel him??? INSANE

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— desi dark academia and it's different variations 🥀

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another big one for me is baby daddy x reader like BRO??? WHY WOULD YOU HAVE A KID WITH A MAN THAT IS NOT READY TO BE COMMITED, like I can never ever understand the logic why you wanna be in a relationship that only benefits him "oh but he loves her-" LIES if he did love her she would have a damn rock on her fucking finger and a marriage certificate.

Never gonna write about a man not providing for the reader because why would you EVER want to pay a bill while reading fiction???

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Please tell me I'm not weird for this yall

Its 12:58 am and all that is coming to my mind is kangaroo hybrid!simon and please tell me I'm not the only one, he stands at a height way above a normal human range almost 7'0, he's jacked unnaturally so, claws as sharp as a knife, has an aura so intimidating that he wards off most apex predators. He has those jagged scars on his chest, one across his forehead till his snoot, he's roughed up, raggedy, scary but he has this hunger for you, a female, easy to catch, hard to mate, dreams of your sweet cunt under that tail, he's simply drooling at the thought of how those soft and gummy walls will feel around his Shaft, as he drills into you in the open wild letting everyone in the damn troops know who you belong to, who he belongs to. He can't wait to see you knocked up with his babe, can't wait to see his offspring in your pouch being nurtured by his sweet mum. This mating season best believe he's going to fight and kill anyone that comes in between his darling and the beast himself.

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Its 12:58 am and all that is coming to my mind is kangaroo hybrid!simon and please tell me I'm not the only one, he stands at a height way above a normal human range almost 7'0, he's jacked unnaturally so, claws as sharp as a knife, has an aura so intimidating that he wards off the most apex of predators. He has those jagged scars on his chest, one across his forehead till his snoot, he's roughed up, raggedy, scary but he has this hunger for you, a female, easy to catch, hard to mate, dreams of your sweet cunt under that tail, he's simply drooling at the thought of how those soft and gummy walls will feel around his Shaft, as he drills into you in the open wild letting everyone in the damn troops know who you belong to, who he belongs to. He can't wait to see you knocked up with his babe, can't wait to see his offspring in your pouch being nurtured by his sweet mum. This mating season best believe he's going to fight and kill anyone that comes in between his darling and the beast himself.

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this is hands down my comfort weather

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this is so true

I guess...there is no happy ending for them in a universe out there #beauty and the beast

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i watched a video of unexplainable reddit theories and i'm so scared rn its literally 11:48 pm and i'm blasting hanuman chalisa so loud

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ATE THIS UP!!!

Old Man!Price craves a pretty little housewife to waiting for him at home 🎀

As John gets older, he has this visceral urge to domesticate you that it also seems obsessive of him.

Hand in hand, John'll bring you back home to his cottage in the Cotswolds causing your eyes to widen at the home in front of you. As if your pinterest board has come to life, stained glass windows and a garden full of peonies. 

“God, this is exactly how I imagine my dream home to be like,” You say in awe before shrugging your shoulders, “Well that is if money wasn’t an issue.”

Your words earn a chuckle from John as he ushers you inside, giving you a tour of his home while you such over every little detail. 

‘Oh, that backsplash is literally my dream!’

‘Oh my god, a reading nook?!’

‘No way, you have a bloody walk in the pantry?!’

The smirk ever leaves John’s face as you continue to gush over his house well into dinner.

John is a very committed and detail-oriented man and that is why he needed to get everything perfect according to your Pinterest boards. He never leaves anything up to chance so all he did was look through your phone, browse your inspiration boards getting an idea of what you’d call home. 

His plan was coming into fruition. John had the house and now he had you inside of the house now all he has to do is to ‘accidentally’ get you pregnant. But there was a nagging fear at the back of his mind, a fear of potentially ruining an unborn child’s life with his obsession. As much as he wanted you to be at home taking care of his kids and tending to his house, John did not want to be a bad father. 

Every time he’d fuck you raw, John would try with all his might to cum deep inside of you over and over again until your pretty cunt could no longer hold his cum in anymore as it seeps out of you causing John to plug you up with his fingers. But every single time, John would back out at the last minute opting to cum on your back or something. 

He wanted to baby trap you but at the same time, he didn’t want you to blame him for everything that might go wrong in his life. The guilt will weigh too heavy for him to think that he ruined your chances of a better life without him. 

So when tonight you suggest for John to wear a condom because you forgot to pick up your birth control, John doesn’t hold back. He on longer has that stupid harpy of a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to ruin you and to ‘fucking not destory the one good thing in your bloody life, John!’

Rutting into you like a teenage boy who stuck his cock for the first time into an actual cunt, John thrusts were quick and deep bringing you to the brink of an orgasm over and over again only to stop his hips for a few seconds to once again pummeling into you, his cock bully your sweet, sweet insides. 

For once John is grateful for a condom, cumming inside you without a guilty conscience knowing that the condom didn’t let his cum paint your insides. He slumps against you, rolling onto his side as he holds your body flushed against his own, kissing your forehead and muttering words of thanks for ‘putting up with his old arse.’

It came to a shock when John sees the positive pregnancy test in your hands, the two blue lines mocking his efforts to not get you pregnant. A day later, he takes you ring shopping and proposes that same night. 

Now who’s gonna tell John that you were the one who poked holes in his condom?

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i wonder about this quite a lot but think about how ghost and soap came to be friends, like even after being in the team for 3-4 months, simon tested the waters when soap told him something like 'ye man i'm scottish' but all his lieutenant replied with was 'sorry for that man ,hoping you get well soon'

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this will keep me fed for atleast a week, thanks @empresskylo

hi, i just imagined simon, all big and scary, head to toe in black. but cut the cameras down a little and you’re clutching his bicep, hanging off his arm with a big grin on your face like the pretty little thing that you are. in a tight little pink dress that he can’t stop admiring. the complete opposite of him in every way.

you don’t tell him, but your feet are killing you. ofc simon notices even though you try to pretend like you’re fine—complaining about your heels just seems so silly. but he’s scooping you up into his arms, his face stoic and grumpy, but he doesn’t mind. nope, and he’s even got your heels hanging from his fingers as he carries you back to his apartment.

he loves his hyper feminine girlfriend, loves that your feet hurt from your obnoxious heels, loves your tight pink dress, loves your sweet perfume, loves your long sparkly nails, loves your big goofy grin. and he loves how you look next to him—he stands there all brooding, in all black, hood pulled on, frowning, but his calloused hand is laced with yours, so soft and girly beside him, smiling up at him like he walks on water. you two definitely draw strangers attention when you stroll down the street.