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John Price spending quality time with his friend's daughter

agegap (legal), all consensual, +18, mdni

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He didn't know you at first, maybe because your father would keep you away from prying eyes, maybe because he knew you were too pretty and that there were this kind of men, the one who would do anything to have a sweet bird like you, young, pretty, a bit naïve, virgin.

You met John one night while he was hanging out in your house with your father to watch a football game. But what a great surprise when he found out that there were better things to look at, like the way your pyjama's short rolled up on the fat of your ass after you leaned down to pick up the fork you accidentally dropped when you saw him.

Sweet doe, pretty eyes, shy smile and flushed cheeks, but you couldn't help it!, he's big, rough around the edges just how you like your man.

And when he saw how attention starved you were? god, he felt like he had found the one, yes, sure you were half his age but...does it really matters?

It sure doesn't matter to you, at least not when you're so eager for him to push his fat cock inside you once everyone went to sleep and john can be anything but mean, and who is he to not give you what you need? he even makes sure to make your pussy drool before putting his cock inside of you because he knows is your first time.

Now he's behind you, bending you onto the bed, back arched to bury your face against the duvet keeping you from being too loud. „Oh, sweet thing, we don't want to wake your dad now, do we?" he asked with that rich deep voice of him, his big hands pulled you to the edge of the bed so he could get a better view after he kneeled.

And when you shook your head? He recompensed you with a kiss on your pretty pussy, it was obscene, he was practically making out with her, whispering things that you couldn't really make out when your heart is beating loudly inside of your ears so you eagerly let him, pushing your hips back as if you wanted him to drink your whole pussy.

Your hips were shaking, hands holding for your life to the mattress and the duvet was wiping away the tears you had been shedding from pleasure. You sure didn't even know you could feel this way and he knew that you were a poor lamb in the wolfs mouth „Poor girl, all neglected, been loosing on being eaten as she deserves" he murmured before going back to eat you as if he was an starved man, his mouth was clenched on her, taking all he could like a baby clings to a pacifier, his beard glistening with your juices.

he didn't have to stretch you out, his angry red tip went in easily, sure, it was a tight fit but you were already so wet. One of his hands went to your lower back keeping your back arched for him to have a better view „There we go....fuuuuck....fucking made for me, such perfect pussy"

he pounded on you, hard and deep, hands on your ass cheeks moulding them as he wanted, cock reaching all the right places to make your thighs shake and your pussy clench. He wanted to breed you right there, but, he knew that wasn't it at least right now so when he felt over the edge, he pulled out his dick and began to grind it against your red and sensitive clit, making you cry from pleasure.

He stayed with you, cuddling you, he wasn't going to treat you like a whore, not when you are future Mrs Price, not when he's already thinking about rings or baby names.

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John "I'm getting too old to be a Father" Price, who keeps telling you " M' gonna fill you up nicely so it finally takes, sweetheart" while he buries his dick in you so deeply in a way you thought was impossible.

John "We are waiting for the right time" Price, who is always caressing your belly while cuddling just because "it helps him to sleep".

John "I hope is a girl" Price, who cries when it takes (of course it would, he refused to wear condoms and made sure to push all his seed inside you because, "thats where it belongs") and immediately begins to prepare the nursery.

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Bf!John Price, who’s always all, “C’mon, baby, use your words,” even though he knows you can’t because you’ve been long gone for at least half an hour, ever since he started giving too much attention to your poor clit. God, he doesn’t care that your back is painfully arched against his chest, or that your eyes are practically little pools of tears by now. All he cares about is keeping your legs open with his big hands and solid thighs so you can’t squirm away from him.

Bf!Price, who laughs when there’s not even an inch of consciousness left in your body, not even after he gently slaps your cheek and mumbles filthy things in your ear. But the moment his fingers start stretching you out, scissoring right against that sweet spot...you suddenly know how to talk again.

"John!" you cried out when the second finger slides in, just for him to chuckle and say, “My sweet thing can talk again?” What a mean man. Of course you’d find your voice, if only to beg him to eat you out. And you’re even asking nicely by whimpering smalls “please, please,” over and over.

And since he’s a generous man (well, maybe), and might just feel a little bad for getting you all worked up without a proper recompense… he’d definitely fuck you nice and deep, pretty girl.

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John Is weird, at least that's what you've always thought.

It's rare, the way he seems to blend between everyone and no one at the same time. It's rare the way he has you thinking about him day and night, night and day, day and–

It's weird. You've talked to him, he just seems to understand everything and explains when you know nothing. He has blue eyes like the ocean, like the berries you ate in your yogurt a couple days ago, like the sky in the beach after six o'clock. He's your favorite shade of blue.

And for a long time you think it's strange the way he loves you, and not only the way you look, but, the real you. He's just as weird as you are, and you love him just as he loves you and you, well, you're his favorite shade of every color.

So, it's definitely a surprise when he came home after a long deployment and told you he couldn't keep doing this anymore'. It's weird the way he doesn't let you ask, understand, get angry, beg–

He's weird. He's your favorite type of weird.

And now, a couple months after, almost a year, you have a small one that may not know him but dares to carry the same shade of blue in their little eyes.

But, I guess you'll just have to accept that life is strange and keep trying to move on, but fate is mean, and it's sooner than later that your paths will cross again. At least that's what he's been hoping.

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I'm obsessed with old!pervert john price who after retirement would spend his days doing handiwork around the old cottage he once bought that's until one day his path crosses with you, his pretty neighbour.

You, who stopped just to say hello but couldn't help but appreciate a little too much the way he looked while working at his front yard (in a way that you thought would be discreet, poor little thing).

If only you knew that since that day he's been fisting his cock thinking about you, or doing it while he tries to catch a glimpse of your ass when you bend over while gardening, but he's a patient man and doesn't get frustrated when he can't see much from his window.

He knows it's just a matter of time before he can have you all whiny and cockdumb, he knows you've been wearing those short dresses just for him to look at, he notices the way your gaze lingers while you throw away the trash, but don't worry pretty bird, he's been working on his house just to fit you right, one way or another.

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Soap is getting rowdy with you and the boys as he normally does, when u jokingly grab the back of his collar and say "settle down pup." And he outright groans. Sits down instantly, shuts the fuck up and doesn't even register the baffled laughter coming from the rest of the table bc all he can think abt is being a good dog for u.

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pirate!price who is navegating his ship through the ocean, looking for the treasures that an old wise man once promised.

pirate!price who hears a melody coming from somewhere in the middle of the ocean, and even though it is the middle of the night he walks around his boat, trying to find the source of such a pretty song.

pirate!price who finds mermaid!reader holding onto the edge of his boat, pretty shining eyes staring at him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

pirate!price who definitely knows you are a mermaid, but, still walks closer to the edge.

mermaid!reader who cups his face with the palm of her hand, pulling him closer and closer, making him lean down.

the crew of the boat that screams for their captain to snap out of it before it is too late, they don't want to lose the most important person of their crew!

pirate!price who doesn't resist the beauty in front of him, and decides that he'll die as a happy man just from tasting your lips.

mermaid!reader who is suddenly lifted from the water and into the boat. no one will lose anyone today, and sure the captain won't let you go back to the ocean anytime soon.

better start learning to use your new legs, pretty little thing!

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just a bit of john price being a dad in honor of father's day!

It was the perfect morning, the kind that screamed for you to stay in bed, but you needed to get out of bed, a hard thing to do since you sleep with a man who seems to have an iron grip but you eventually managed to get out of bed without waking him up.

And when he finally stirred, it was just because the bed felt too cold without you in it. And the silence? Suspicious. In a way that made an alarm go off in his head.

But then he smelled it, fresh coffee, the kind only you ever seemed to make right. He sat up slowly, shirtless, and a bit calmed now.

The low creck of the door made him look up and there you were, walking in, balancing the breakfast tray like it was a mission with coffee, two small boxes with perfect wrapping paper, and in your other arm, the tiniest person he's ever loved.

“Happy father’s day, John,” you whispered with a big and proud smile on your face.

You had dressed your baby in a pastel blue onesie that read "Daddy’s Number #1 Fan" in big letters. The kind of thing that made his chest ache with pride and made him wear the biggest smile on his face.

He reached out to take her, and you handed her over with practiced ease. She nestled into his arm like she belonged there, and she did, since the first day he knew you were pregnant until he dies.

He reached out for the '#1 daddy' soap gave him when he told the guys that he was finally being a father. Then he looked at you, eyes soft, the kind he only gives to you “You did all this?”

You shrugged, cheeks blushed and still smiling brightly “She helped. She approved the gifts.”

He raised a brow, glancing at the two boxes still on the tray and then to the baby in his arms “That right, bug?"

And as if she could understand, she let out a small yawn and a coo, nuzzling closer against his chest. "look at you, small thing, i love you so much." he pressed a soft kiss on her tiny forehead and then he opened the gifts you handed him.

Inside the first box was a high-quality, hand-rolled cigar from a small Cuban brand he’d mentioned once weeks ago. He’d never expect you to remember. But of course you did. You always did.

And it never fails to make his heart ache in a good way, god, both of you made him soft.

And then it was time for the other box, when he opened it he froze; inside was a pregnancy test, positive, and after a couple seconds his head snapped in your direction, your eyes were already filling up with tears, a hand covering your mouth as you nodded to his silent question. He quickly placed the mug on the nightstand and you crawled back in bed, to his arms.

"Happy father's day, daddy".

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THE CHASE

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 beware of primal play, cnc, degredation, rough sex, hair pulling, breeding, creampie, and unprotected sex.

the forest is thick, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. you’re panting, bare feet sinking into the mud as you sprint between the trees, twigs snapping underfoot. your heart hammers in your chest, adrenaline burning through your veins. you shouldn’t have run. you definitely shouldn’t have taunted him. but the second those dark eyes locked onto you, predator to prey, you couldn’t help it—you had to make him chase you.

a low growl rumbles through the trees behind you, sending a shiver down your spine. "thought you could get away, little slut?" simon’s voice is rough, dripping with menace. you whimper, stumbling over a root, but you don’t stop. can’t stop. you know what happens when he catches you.

a hand snags your wrist, yanking you back hard. you crash into him with a gasp, his body all hard muscle and heat. his grip is iron, fingers digging into your flesh as he spins you around and slams you into the dirt. the impact knocks the air from your lungs, leaves and mud sticking to your skin.

"fuck, look at you," he snarls, looming over you. his mask is off, those sharp eyes burning with hunger. "all dirty and desperate. knew you wanted this. knew you’d let me hunt you down like some fucking animal."

you whine, squirming beneath him, but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. the other grips your thigh, hiking it up around his hip. you can feel how hard he is already, the thick outline of his cock pressing against you through his pants.

"s’that why you ran?" he growls, grinding against you, making you moan. "wanted me to fuck you in the dirt like the filthy little thing you are?"

"yes," you gasp, arching against him. "yes, simon, please—"

he doesn’t make you beg for long. a rough hand tears your clothes aside, and then he’s pushing inside you with a brutal thrust, stretching you open. you cry out, nails scraping at the ground as he fills you, hot and thick and perfect.

"fuck," he groans, hips snapping forward. "knew you’d take it like this. fucking made for me, ain’t you?" his hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back. "love it when you play hard to get. love it even more when i ruin you for it."

you’re so wet it’s obscene, the slick sound of him fucking into you mixing with your choked moans. every thrust drives you deeper into the mud, dirt caking your skin, but you don’t care. you’re too busy unraveling, too lost in the way he’s using you, owning you.

"s’that it?" he taunts, voice rough. "gonna come just from this? from being used like a cheap little fucktoy?"

you nod frantically, tears pricking your eyes. "yes, yes, simon, i’m—"

he slams into you harder, cutting you off with a gasp. "say it. say how fucking sick you are for this."

"i’m sick," you sob, clinging to him. "i love it, love being yours, love—"

your orgasm crashes over you, violent and overwhelming. simon groans, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release. "gonna fill you up," he growls. "mark you up so fucking good. then i’m gonna make you walk back home just like this—dripping with me."

the thought sends another pulse of pleasure through you, and you tighten around him, milking his cock as he spills inside you with a ragged groan.

for a moment, all you hear is the sound of your ragged breathing. then simon leans down, lips brushing your ear.

"next time you run," he murmurs, "i’ll make it even harder for you."

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John Price and the sweet pet that sits in his office all day

You've been watching him: the way his fingers wrap around his too-expensive pen, the way his suits seem to fit him stupidly well in a way where you (and every other person who is lucky enough to see him) can appreciate his muscles flexing when he moves around the office, or the way his voice always gets softer when it comes to you.

He's been watching you—not because he's subtle about it (at least when it's just the two of you), but because he just appreciates a little too much the way the valley of your breasts plays peek-a-boo from inside your perfectly ironed blouse. He loves the way your eyes sparkle when he praises how perfect your work is, and he's not shy about giving you small trinkets when you do a perfect job.

Has he ever told you he loves the way that skirt looks on you? Or that he loves when you wear those pants that make your ass jiggle in a way that has him staring, almost counting how many small bounces they make from his desk to yours?

Of course not! That's not what a boss–employee relationship should be like. But he makes sure to make you walk around, doing some stupid assignments just so he can appreciate you.

Today is no exception; he has been keeping you busy with so many small and simple things that anyone could do, but he wants you to because "you're the only one who does a great job around here, sweetheart."

And it was fine... at least for the first couple of hours. But now? Now you're pissed because you'll have to stay in the office until late to finish a presentation for tomorrow's meeting.

And when he calls you to his office to get him a coffee because he'll also be staying late, you get a bit too mouthy—but you're just stressed! You didn't mean to be a bit of a brat.

Poor, sweet thing. You should've controlled yourself better—all he wanted you to do was make him a fucking coffee. And then, you could have gone back to sit pretty at your desk, with that little frown sitting between your brows as you try to finish your actual work.

So when you come back with his coffee in the mug that says "Boss #1," he doesn't even look at it, and instead walks up to you, looking you up and down before his hand makes contact with your chin, his thumb carving into the soft meat of your cheeks as he makes you look at him.

What are you going to do, go to HR? After he's been the best boss you could've ever asked for?

So now you're sitting down on his desk with your legs spread open and head thrown back, the coffee sitting there long forgotten. He is kneeling between your legs with both of his hands gripping your thighs to stop you from squirming away because "it's too much", and you can't keep still. Poor little sensitive thing. Should've thought better before acting like a spoilt brat who can't follow a simple order.

He's basically slurping every single drop of your wetness as your eyes roll back every time his beard brushes against your clit, and as the greedy man he is, he's definitely fucking you too with his fingers after he found that spot that automatically made you feel high.

And you're crying because he doesn't let you come; he stops every time you start clenching around his fingers, moving his face away from your cunt just to laugh at you, and if you try to move your hips to grind around something, anything really, he would slap your pussy a few times.

"She's a better girl than you, sweet thing."

He lets you go an hour later, saying "that presentation won't finish itself alone, darling".

But now you're motivated! he promised to finally help you cum if you did a good job as always!

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Batman v Superman : Dawn of Justice (2016) ‧Dir. Zack Snyder

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Priest John Price doing pussy inspections.

cw: power imbalance, religion, cnc.

After retiring earlier due to an injury on his leg that left him depending on a cane to move around, John decided that he needed to find something to believe, something that could explain why the world wanted him to stop saving the world, from that path he always thought he would follow until he died.

So he became a devoted man; he found some sense of the mess of his life there. He liked preaching, talking to people about the one above all of us. He liked to call himself the one who talked to Jesus, and people believed in him. He liked playing god, but that's no surprise.

No one doubted him; he was a well-respected man, everyone was the sheep, and he was the shepherd.

That's why when one day he called you to a private area in the church to tell you about a small problem, you got nervous; he always made your legs feel like jelly— but only because he was God's messenger!.

Once you were sitting in front of him, surrounded by the smell of his cologne mixed with his own scent and his smile that made your cheeks burn, he began to explain to you that there had been some rumours about you losing your purity, and it horrified you because you were incapable of doing such a thing before finding your forever one.... You immediately denied it, but he wasn't convinced at all. "I dunno, sweetheart… girls these days, eh? They can be dead sneaky, God forgive me for sayin’ it."

those words and the horror of disappointing him made your eyes burn. "Now listen, love…" he continued but softer this time, it wasn't in his plans to make you cry, he could never hurt such a small thing like you. "I know you’re not like all of these other girls, always doing everything but god wishes. That’s why I’m speakin’ to you— because I see the good in you, I do. All I’m askin’ is to let me do a small inspection... just so we can put all these rumours to rest, eh? No shame in it."

And of course you accepted. You would do anything he asks you, he just wants to help you because you know he has a pure heart.

So you didn't question when he asked you to stand up and to hold onto the desk; you didn't think twice about him standing behind you, and of course you let him manhandle you until your legs were split and your panties were pooling on your ankles. "Just need to make sure she’s still pure, y’see… like she's ought to be. Pure in the eyes of the Lord, untouched by temptation. That’s all."

He told you, and you sighted when his big and calloused fingers ran through your folds, jumping a little when he pressed one of them against your small hole. "I dunno,... might still need to check a bit more, eh?" And you just nodded because he just wanted the best for you: he was your saviour.

Your face was blushed, and there was an unknown feeling growing in your belly, and then you heard a "tsk" and then a "Sweetheart...you shouldn't be soaking down here."

That afternoon you left church with the promise of coming back the next day to continue with the inspections, because that was the only way of keeping the demons away from your body, or so he told you.

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I don't speak German but I can if you like

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They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames

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John "I'm getting too old to be a Father" Price, who keeps telling you " M' gonna fill you up nicely so it finally takes, sweetheart" while he buries his dick in you so deeply in a way you thought was impossible.

John "We are waiting for the right time" Price, who is always caressing your belly while cuddling just because "it helps him to sleep".

John "I hope is a girl" Price, who cries when it takes (of course it would, he refused to wear condoms and made sure to push all his seed inside you because, "thats where it belongs") and immediately begins to prepare the nursery.

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Bf!John Price, who’s always all, “C’mon, baby, use your words,” even though he knows you can’t because you’ve been long gone for at least half an hour, ever since he started giving too much attention to your poor clit. God, he doesn’t care that your back is painfully arched against his chest, or that your eyes are practically little pools of tears by now. All he cares about is keeping your legs open with his big hands and solid thighs so you can’t squirm away from him.

Bf!Price, who laughs when there’s not even an inch of consciousness left in your body, not even after he gently slaps your cheek and mumbles filthy things in your ear. But the moment his fingers start stretching you out, scissoring right against that sweet spot...you suddenly know how to talk again.

"John!" you cried out when the second finger slides in, just for him to chuckle and say, “My sweet thing can talk again?” What a mean man. Of course you’d find your voice, if only to beg him to eat you out. And you’re even asking nicely by whimpering smalls “please, please,” over and over.

And since he’s a generous man (well, maybe), and might just feel a little bad for getting you all worked up without a proper recompense… he’d definitely fuck you nice and deep, pretty girl.