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aaalexxxandraaa · 3 hours ago
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Okay, I need all the Price girls to back me up on this one. I read a fic once where the reader and Price are on a mission and have to pretend they’re hooking up because the building is getting raided—PLEASE I NEED THIS TO BREATHE AGAIN.
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modern warfare 4
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warning — p links! dni if uncomfortable.
cod men (price, ghost, soap) x fem! reader
incl ⤷ size kink, spanking, squirting, hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, handcuffs/restraints, rough sex, face-sitting, oral, unprotected sex, threesome
⋆⑅˚₊ JOHN PRICE
— he just wants to hold you close
— you love when he’s got you pinned down
— taking advantage of the alone time when the team goes out drinking :3
— he has to test out the new panties he’s got you…make sure they’re durable.
— how could it ever be a quickie when he’s fucking you so good?
༻⋆SIMON “GHOST” RILEY
— simon’s obsession with overstimulation :3
— consequences of teasing him the wholeeeee night
— he needs to show you how much he missed you
— “handcuffs?”
— post gym-cardio
⋆˚꩜。 JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH
— he’d live between your thighs if he could
— soap gets too excited when he’s finally home from a mission
— soap is a simple man.
— always making a mess
— “dont run f’me, lassie.”
BONUS
roomates!ghost and soap help you get over your ex
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aaalexxxandraaa · 3 hours ago
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cod men with fussy wives
cw. fluff, innuendo, cunnilingus, lovemaking, reader is a bit insufferable but she means well. SMUT
synopsis. price, simon and johnny with very naggy wives who show them love and care they've never experienced before
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john price
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john is the typical gruff, stern guy who knows when to be serious, calm, or regulated, but around his wife, all he is is soft. he spends all day gritting his teeth during combat, pushing through with wounds the size of golf balls and scolding recruits when they fuck up, and so when he's on leave for a few days to see you, all he wants to do is relax, make love to you, eat your cooking, and maybe go fishing or do some home renovations. you, however, have a different plan. you're on his ass the second he gets home. not that he minds too much. you're too beautiful to be annoyed at.
he's sitting on the couch trying to eat a biscuit, and you gently pry it out of his hands mid bite. "john, did you take your omega-3s today?"
he signs, hand grazing your hip as you stand in front of him. "no, love. not today. but i used that nicotine patch you told me to use to help with the smokin'."
your eyes light up. "you're using them, darling?"
his heart thuds pridefully at your reaction, like it usually does when you call him darling in that dreamy little tone of voice.
"wore 'em everyday for ya, m'love," he murmurs, reaching for your hips so he can tug you gently to stand between his knees. "damn if i don't like a good smoke, but i like my woman's happiness a little more."
you giggle, nuzzling your nose into his hair, relishing in the pleasant, clean scent. "just a little?"
he laughs, bringing you into a sitting position on his knee. "a lot, love. y'said it's no good for m'lungs, and i wanna be around long enough to see our grandbabies. can't have that if 'm coughin' up ash everyday."
your lip wobbles. "oh john," you coo, lacing you arms around his neck tightly. you're so proud of him that you feel your eyes start to well up. you nuzzle your face into his neck to hide the way you're getting so emotional. you're so proud of him. "there there..." he bounces you in his lap a little to soothe you. "you're the sweetest lil' thing, aren't ya? takin' care of me so good. wouldn't know what to do without you."
you sniffle and snuggle into him so tight that you're nearly suffocating.
he tries to act like the fussing annoys him most times, but really, he relishes in it. he rarely smokes unless he's very stressed and isn't a heavy drinker. after all, you told him, "don't drink if you're looking for an escape from your problems, m'kay? 's what i'm here for."
his health's never been better.
what happens if he doesn't wanna be nagged one particular day?
he's been on edge all morning. one of the younger dogs knocked the sheep pen open early this morning and let half a dozen of them loose, and price has been running around like his head's on fire trying to corral them back inside and soothe the other distressed sheep. he just got back in all sweaty and stressed, drinking a large mug of coffee. then a second. third. on the fourth, you stepped in, suggesting that he might wanna slow down, and he snapped. "god's sake woman, d'you ever let up? i don't need a bloody nanny all the time. enough with the naggin' "
you shut up immediately, drawing your hand back with your brows scrunched.
slowly, you stop asking about his vitamins. stop shoveling extra greens on his plate. stop massaging rosemary oil into his hair at night. you stop. it's relieving for about fifteen minutes. then, he's disturbed. the silence brings him no peace whatsoever. he lasts until the evening of the same day, and he corners you while you're making dinner, hugging you from behind. "darlin'," he murmurs into your ear, mouthing at the lobe.
no answer. he huffs, dragging you against him and pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your ear, along your jaw, to your throat, where he licks a broad stripe back up to your sweet spot. "c'mon darlin', 'm sorry. you know i get heated fast, hm?" his big hands travel along your body, his left now splaying on your breast, and the right squeezing your hip. "just had a terrible morning, nearly lost our sheep, had to run around like an idiot for an hour... 'n i lost my cool with you. 's not okay, i know."
"hate it when you raise your voice at me, john." you say softly, and his heart just about breaks. he didn't mean to, really. he loves when you're bossy with him. it shows you care and it's incredibly sexy. he'd just been very irate this particular morning. he's been with you years and hasn't complained seriously about the nagging ever, and he's not about to start now.
he squeezes your tit in his palm and kisses your cheek. "i know beautiful, i know. i love you s'much, hm? gonna make it up to you..."
he's on his knees behind you soon after, eating your pussy under your dress while you try to cook. his tongue laps at your soaked hole, causing his beard to get soaked with your juices. the thick hair scratches pleasantly against your folds while the spoon you're holding clatters onto the counter, your eyes fluttering shut and hands scrabbling forwards for something to hold - you settle on the heavy stand mixer ahead of you.
he's apologizing with a mouthful of your pussy, hands squeezing your ass and giving your thighs a little pinch any time you try to close 'em.
" 'm sorry. need you fussin', darling, alright? don't ever stop." your breath hilts each time his tongue drags upwards and flattens over your clit. his nose keeps nudging your ass because his big hands keep you spread wide for him.
you sway a little, thighs trembling with the overwhelming amount of pleasure he's inflicting on you, but all he does is grunt and pull you back against his face harder. "this what it takes t'get you talkin' to me again?" he rasps against your cunt. "fine, i'll eat this sweet fuckin’ pussy 'til you forgive me."
you gasp when he sucks on your clit and tips you forward so you're fully presented for him, tongue fucking in and out of your sloppy hole. the food you were tying to make is long forgotten at this point, but he doesn't care at all. all he wants to stuff his face with anyway is your sloppy cunt.
"john, mmh!" you cry out, thighs clamping around his head, but he smacks your ass hard and shoves your thighs wide once more.
"no, no, you'll take it," he grunts. "this is my apology, yeah? let me make it right an' show you how much i love your fussin'. "
you cream onto his face with a loud whine. grinding against his chin and into his mouth, and even then, he continues for a second round, mouthing at your folds and mumbling, "couple more, wife. apology's not done."
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johnny "soap" mactavish
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johnny's a firecracker and a wildcard. he lives on the edge and likes the unknown that comes with being reckless and unprepared. but when he met, dated, and then married you, he did have to learn to exert some degree of control over himself and his life, because damn you're a very meticulous, bossy little thing. not that he minds. having his woman fuss over him and baby him and give him extra special treatment all day, every day doesn't really feel punishing. your fussing is basically foreplay for him.
you'll tell him, "johnny, you're not going on a run with a level 6 UV outside with no sunscreen on. cmere so i can put it all on you."
"...whatever tha' means."
you frown. "johnny, you're not funny. a level 6 is dangerous. cancerous without protection."
he chuckles. "you just want an excuse to rub y'lil hands all over me, ain' that right?"
"johnny!"
you literally have to tackle him onto the living room floor sometimes to rub sunscreen on his face, because he keeps dodging you and laughing. squirming like a kid while you try to get his ears and nose. "you won't wanna shag me if i've got white goo all over m'cheeks, lass, 'm not havin' it."
"you'll thank me when you don't have skin cancer in twenty years," you huff, massaging the liquid into his cheeks while you straddle him. it's the only way he'll ever sit still anyway. his hands reach up to paw at your hips, and he tilts his head, smiling up at you.
"y'look s'cute on top o' me, don't ya?" he coos, giving your ass a playful slap. you roll you eyes and squeeze his cheek in retaliation, and he laughs and continues. "do y'love me more now that i've been properly slathered?" he teases, raising his brows as you finish rubbing in the last bit of cream.
you kiss his forehead. "only a little."
he smiles. "hm. maybe i should scald myself in the sun so you can love me up more."
"johnny."
"…right, right. responsible. m'havin' a growth arc for m'wife,"
"are you?"
"…no. but m'health has improved dramatically since y'started bullyin' me into slatherin' my skin twice a day."
you lean in so your lips brush his "that's cause i want you around forever, dummy."
johnny smiles softer at your words, tugging you down so your forehead rests on his and his beefy arms wrap around you. "i know," he hums, kissing your lips softly. " 'm not goin' anywhere, bonnie. not if i can help it."
what happens if he doesn't wanna be nagged one particular day?
he'd got home only yesterday from being deployed for several weeks. he hadn't seen his loving wife in ages, and the distance didn't do to well on him mentally. he's really not in the mood for fussing. he just needs to eat, fill you up with his cum a few times tonight, and go to bed.
you, however, had been nagging him the minute he came home. needing a breather, he offered to go grab groceries and run errands, hoping that the little break would help him cool off so he didn't snap at you. he's never raised his voice at you, and he doesn't plan on it today.
but when he got back with a dark bottle of bourbon...
"baby? did you only offer to go so you could buy that nonsense? i told you i hate when you drink-"
he interrupts you. "for fuck's sake, can I breathe without you hoverin'? you're not my mum."
you glare at him. not the sweet glare when you're admiring him, or the shy one, or the deadpan one when he does something dumb and you pretend to be mad at him, the angry wife one. oh, he is not a big fan of this look.
weirdly, though, instead of telling him how rude that was and that he knows you're just trying to look out for him, you turn and walk away in an eerie, icy silence. fuck, this isn't good. "bonnie, c'mon. i didnae mean that. c'mere,"
you swat his hand away lightly, deciding you won't be "mothering" him anymore. and so in the following days, you don't tell him to put on sunscreen. you don't pout when he only sleeps four hours. you barely touch him or look at him.
he tries to charm you at first, knowing how much of a sucker you are for his flirting and pretty words, but it doesn't work this time. you don't bite or get on his case or boss him in the way that makes him hard as hell. no shoving his chest when he gets too close or mewling "johnny please," when he teases you. none of it.
you've been eerily polite, and it's driving him mental. on the second day of this, he tries to nuzzle into your neck while you're folding laundry, whispering, "miss you s'much baby, 'm gonna make it up to you properly tonight."
you pull away and hand him rolled up socks. "drawer." he watches you for a moment, hands slack by his sides, socks limp in his grip.
you're distant. johnny's not good with distance from you. the next day, he's extremely restless, wandering around you like a lost puppy in only a pair of sweats sitting low on his hips, hoping you'll come put that greasy spf you always fuss about all over him. he even lies out on the balcony chair for a full twenty minutes in the sun just to bait you, but you give him nothing. you do spare him a glance periodically through the glass door, but you say nothing. he ends up with a sunburn on his chest and the bridge of his nose.
that night, when you dont wiggle into his chest like normal or ask if he had a vitamin after he ate dinner, he turns to his side to face you, needing to put an end to your stonewalling. "bon."
you hum. he can't tell if it's acknowledgement or just the sound you make when you're falling asleep.
"c'mon," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. "i wasn't nice to you, i know that. didn' mean to be a dick. just been so stressed 'n on edge 'n i spoke outta turn."
while you're deciding whether or not to believe him, he gets closer, forehead nudging yours. "i'll pour the bourbon down the sink tomorrow," he says quietly. "swear it."
your fingers toy with the hem of his sleep shirt. it's the first time in days you've touched him without pushing him away. "you can drink if you want to." you murmur, twisting the fabric in your hands. " 'm sorry if i'm being overbearing."
"y'not, baby." he kisses your cheek. "just wanna do whatever makes you happy. you're the boss, aren't you?"
you wake up the next morning with his head between your legs, slow and steady, taking his time kissing down your body, from your tummy, to your hip, down to your inner thigh, and then your tender core.
his big palms wrap around the backs of your thighs and pull them over his shoulders, locking you in place while his mouth sucks and works at your pussy. he's so focused that he's making pleased little groans, crotch rutting absentmindedly against the mattress. he's grateful to have you back in his arms and your pussy, dripping and sweet as nectar, accessible to him once more, but he needs to make you cum to really feel forgiven.
he's slow and paced, kissing on you like he's starved. the slow drag of his tongue through your folds and the way his lips close over your clit and suck just softly enough to make your thighs tremble is euphoric, and you find yourself blanking on why you were mad at him to begin with.
his arms are wrapped around your thighs so firm you can barely move. and every time you try to squirm, he groans low and pulls you right back down, nose buried, face flushed and mouth messy. you can feel his beard brushing you, scratchy and warm, and your fingers automatically slide into his hair. "that's it, baby," he mumbles between pussy kisses. "lemme say sorry proper."
you whimper, back arching when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it a slow, firm swirl. he just groans again with enjoyment when you close your thighs around his head. he loves being smothered. he doesn't even care if he breathes, as long as you're happy and in love with him. when your pleasure crests and you cum on his face, he licks at your folds firmer, dragging that orgasm out of you. he keeps his mouth on you, gentler now. just soft licks and little kisses, tongue soothing over your puffy folds while his big hands rub slow circles into your thighs.
he doesn't stop until your hand in his hair goes limp. you sigh, letting him kiss back up your body to give you a little break before he goes back for more. he rests on your chest, nuzzling into your flesh gently. "you're forgiven, johnny." you huff, a little tired.
he grins, mouth still wet, eyes gleaming with relief. "thank fuck. boss me all you want, love. swear it gets me hard, anyway."
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simon "ghost" riley
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simon riley is commanding. he’s the most domineering presence in any room he walks in. makes the greatest of men lower their gaze when he approaches. he's taken down large enemy groups all on his own, has killed men with his bare hands, and… he comes home to you telling him "you can't eat that, baby. it's got monosodium glutamate in it. that makes you sick, remember?" and listens every time.
"…right," he'll say after a pause. "forgot abou' that. what d’you want me to eat then?"
he'd drop the bag of crisps he picked up on his way home with the god forsaken MSG in it the second you mentioned it and would nod. "mm. wouldn' wan' to spoil my dinner anyway, right love?" while gently taking you into his arms and pressing his lips to yours.
you're not controlling, either. the fussing is very particular. typically just a soft, offhand reminder from the only person in the world who really knows and prioritizes him before anything else. you love him so much and this is part of the way you show it. how could he complain?
you know everything about him, which is huge, considering he is a man of few words and is dreadful at being vulnerable. you know what wrecks his stomach, what gives him headaches, how he gets irritable and loopy when he doesn't sleep at least six hours in the night. you know his favorite clothing fabric and how he just wants to hold you when he's upset.
your voice is so warm and quietly certain that he has to listen every time. once you advise him not to do something, everything in him short circuits. his brute force logic disappears. because you say no, or "you shouldn't si, take this instead," and it's a done deal.
you don't even realize what it does to him, how something as simple as your concern twists itself into a soft knot in his stomach, how it makes him ache, not because you're bossing him, but because you're taking car and watching over him in a way no one else does.
he often glares at you and raises a brow ever so slightly at the way you, a tiny thing with big, expressive eyes and pouty lips just told a tank of a man what to do and expected him to listen.
he does though. listens to your bossy ass every time. and for all his stoicism, the man melts under your fussing.
he's in the shower with you brought that annoying cleanser you insist he needs to use every night and wash it off after thirty seconds because he's got sensitive skin.
"love. this shit's greasy."
"it's hydrating, si. good for your skin. protects the barrier."
"don't wan' hydrating."
you rub into his cheekbones anyway while his eyes are locked on you and his breath comes out slow and heavy. you're standing between his legs in the steam, having him lower his head slightly so you can reach your hands into his short hair once you've finished with the cleanser. you're squinting up at him, so serious as you massage something into his scalp like you're not both bare, soaked, and pressed up against each other.
simon has both massive hands holding your waist while he backs you into a corner of the shower, letting you fuss about exfoliants and scalp health with your tits smushed against his body and your eyes fixed on his face and not his cock nudging against your body, aching and swollen from the sight of you. he's trying to focus but he's so distracted by your body, the way you smell, and how soft you are in his hands.
you tilt your head up, rub a little cream into his hair, mumbling, "gotta keep your scalp health up to par, si", and he loses it.
simon grabs your face in both hands and pushes his mouth against yours, catching you off guard. you squeak into his mouth, and he groans and takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, water pouring down both of you, beard scratchy on your chin.
"god," he mutters hoarsely between kisses, "you fuss over me like I’m your bloody housepet."
you let out another noise in his mouth, not knowing if that means he hates it or not, but he nips your lower lip, trails his lips along your jaw and up to your ear. " 's a good thing, love. don't pout."
you moan softly, tilting your head to give him more access to your neck and jaw. the reassurance felt great, and you find yourself melting into his touch.
" 'm gonna fuck you," he mutters, voice cracked with need, hand already sliding down your back to grip your ass. "righ' now. can't take it anymore." you look up through your lashes, lashes wet, lip caught in your teeth.
"but you still have conditioner in," you stare up at him coyly.
"finish after. s'not like 'm goin' anywhere."
what happens if he doesn't wanna be nagged one particular day?
simon didn't mean to snap at you. the harsh tone came out by itself. it's just that he's so tired and sore, joints in his body stiff with exhaustion. all he needs is a breather for five minutes, but you're there by the kitchen counter when he gets home. "hi baby! why don't you start with some of the stir fry i made! dunno if drinking black tea on an empty stomach is the best idea."
normally, he'd melt for your nagging and let you tug the tea bag and mug out of his hands and shove a plate of the lunch you made and a cup of water in his hands instead, and then kiss you stupid for giving a shit, but today, he bristles.
"jesus christ, can i just eat what i want for once?" his voice comes out sharp and cold in a tone he's never used on you before.
you blink, lips parting as you stand frozen in place with the wooden spoon you were using to cook laying limply in your hand. your mouth opens and then closes, and you give him a faint little nod and turn away.
he immediately notices your silence. you're never silent like this, so when you give him a faint little nod and walk off, he knows he screwed up bad. he stews on his stupidity for hours, up until you're laying in bed beside him and not once have you reminded him to put on that charcoal mask you always insist "draws out toxins."
you're just sitting beside him. not even sulking, just indifferent. you know what you're doing, of course. and it's working. he stares at the ceiling for a while, grinding his molars, heart pounding in his chest. he clears his throat in hopes of getting your attention and fails.
"not g'na remind me about the mask tonight?"
you flip a page. "no. thought you didn't want to be nagged."
he winces.
"didn’ mean it like that, sweetheart."
"right." you're still not looking at him or touching him.
he can't survive without your fussing much longer. he doesn't have your eyes on him or your little giggles or your hands all over him and sweet night routines and it's making him crazy.
he sits up and breathes in deeply, before reaching for you quietly. you glance over with confusion just as he peels your book out of your hands. "what are you..?"
he's already tugging you across the bed, laying you down on the bed before peeling off your clothes. "simon! wh-what are you doing?" you glare up at him with confusion, squirming under him as he shimmies your panties down your legs and tossing it to the floor.
"apologizin' to m'wife."
he scoops you up and places you on his face with no warning, your pussy lined up with his mouth. he holds you there, palms spread over your ass, fingers sinking into your soft flesh, before diving in.
he groans like a starved man the second he licks into you. his tongue is slow at first, sliding between your folds, and lapping at your soft, juicy pussy. you're still half mad but you can't stop the way your head tips back as he sucks your clit into his mouth and holds it there. you squeal, bucking your hips to try and get away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure, but he doesn't let up, tilting you hips up a little so he can slip his tongue into your soaked hole.
he tongues your entrance and licks you open messily, making you squirm into his mouth. you pull at his hair and try to lift yourself off, whining. "s-simon... s'too much..!"
he slaps your ass. "you don't get to leave me like that, love. won't let you be mad at me."
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aaalexxxandraaa · 3 hours ago
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Ughh price who punishes u by jerking off with only his tip inside u, so when he finishes ur still stuffed with his cum but u don't get to get off, left with the warm feeling of his spend inside u and still achingly needy.🫠🙏
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aaalexxxandraaa · 4 days ago
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nsfw. gaz but let's make him a gentleman who fucks rough.
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kyle is the perfect boyfriend, a perfect gentleman who will help you with household work, will do your laundry, the dishes, household chores, taxes, whatever you do when he's on deployment— he'll do that for you.
it makes his heart so warm when you brighten up with the slightest of work he does, how you pepper his face with kisses and tell him he's such a lovely man and you're so lucky to have a partner like him. it's so cute and endearing for him.
he's a gentleman in bed too, lacing his fingers with yours as he fucks you in missionary, those puppy brown eyes staring back at your with a pleasures frown as he mutters just like that love, so perfect.
he'd fuck you so good, make love to you in those soft tender ways. hold your face while he kisses you and fucks you from the back. makes sure he's loving you write in all the physical and emotional ways.
but,
this man is a total beast when he's jealous or angry, perhaps with someone or something; never you. he'd have you folded in half, your legs over his shoulders as he'd driving his cock into you over and over again until you're wailing, hands over his shoulders as pretty pearly tears travel down your face.
he'd hold your jaw, mutter something about how much he needed you as his let out, how much he wanted his pussy, his girls, driving his hips in over and over again until you're feeling delirious with the overwhelming pleasure. he'd chuckle, degrading you a little, such a fucking whore f'me, now ain't you?
pretty easy to say he'd take in you every possible and humiliating position he could fold you up in and have your cunt filled with his release. have you stuffed full and all warm as you choke on your own drool begging for more. rough kyle has you as his personal fleshlight.
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aaalexxxandraaa · 5 days ago
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captain price photo dump! :3 yes these have all been collecting in my camera roll. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
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aaalexxxandraaa · 5 days ago
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I got more Captain Price here!! Becuz why not, hihi!!
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aaalexxxandraaa · 5 days ago
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Price and his controversially young girlfriend meeting the guys, right? Except before u do price has to sit u down like "baby I know you think it's funny but you cannot call me dad or daddy tonight, ill never hear the end of it"
Anyways u behave for most of the night, but when price relents and agrees to buy u dessert u dont even think before saying "thank you daddy!" And the whole table falls silent.
You get that ice cream brownie u wanted, and price gets relentlessly teased by his men lol.
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aaalexxxandraaa · 5 days ago
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*flirting with an older man* when i was born you had already attempted suicide once
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aaalexxxandraaa · 5 days ago
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someone said price eats his girl out before work so he can have her smell on him or something, and that's so incredibly bold of him considering johnny mactavish exists.
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aaalexxxandraaa · 7 days ago
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Erm....and what if I said gaz and puppy!reader??
Not to be insane on my thirst sideblog but I cannot get the image of gaz with his beloved little pup reader out of my head😔🙏
He's got the best cage set up for you, blankets, stuffed animals, fairy lights, knotted toys, everything. You also get one of those expensive leather collars bc he doesn't half-ass anything, one of those with the strap on the back so he can scruff u easily😫
Also uh- hes totally got a doggy bowl for u that he cums in and makes u lick clean before ur allowed to cum- OMG WHO SAID THAT??
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aaalexxxandraaa · 7 days ago
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Ripped ghost truthers come to my doorsteps to die.
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aaalexxxandraaa · 7 days ago
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price
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aaalexxxandraaa · 10 days ago
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Reading Nikolai (cod reboots) fics on a beach then suddenly seeing a guy similar to him in almost every way is a different experience
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aaalexxxandraaa · 12 days ago
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18+ explicit smut + different hybrid readers + repost
price with a puppy! girl who he can train to greet him at the door naked with a pretty pink collar and a matching leash that is ready for him to take. he loves how you pant and moan when he's fucking you doggy style. is a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. makes sure to has a special engraved tag with his name on it.
ghost with a fawn! girl who he can chase down in the woods without a second thought and will let him pin you to the dirt and fuck you senseless because he's had a rough day. he loves to stroke your ears and tail when you cuddle up to him and will hand-feed you treats.
gaz with a bunny! girl who is so soft and adorable dressed up in those frilly outfits that make you hide your face as he dresses you before letting you hump his cock after he played with your nipples through the sheer fabric. kyle loves it when you twitch his nose which makes him chuckle and hold you closer to him.
soap with a kitty! girl who bites and scratches when you get a bit overstimulated and he loves it, will sometimes bat at you with a cat toy to make you draw your claws. will fuck you extra harder to feel your nails drag up his back leaving a mess of red lines.
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