#DADDY PRICE

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

john price is usually a gentle lover who enjoys giving u pleasure, rather than receiving. if given a chance, he would happily watch u cum repeatedly; whether it be on his fingers, on his tongue, or engulfing his throbbing cock with ur needy cunt⸺ for an eternity. he loved watchin' ur face scrunch up in pleasure, reveling in the sensation of ur drooling, sloppy pussy stranglin' his cock in its vice grip, milking him for all he's worth. ur back arching and ur thighs tremblin' around his waist. john loved to hear u sob out his name all overstimulated and fucked out. loved the way u babbled and begged him to cum inside u. john price adores witnessing ur unraveling and takes great pleasure in piecing u back together, all in one breath.

however, there are some days when john comes home from a mission, and can't be a gentle lover...

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

[deunmiu-dessie]

divorced!john price who lets his daughter and her best friend (you) stay at his house every summer without fail. divorced!john price who leaves the two of you home alone more often than not when he's deployed. divorced!john price who spoils the two of you when he is home, by taking you out to restaurants and going shopping. divorced!john price who should see you as a second daughter, and treat you as such. divorced!john price who feels like a dirty old man for not thinking that way. divorced!john price who's wanted to feel your cunt wrapped around him since the moment he laid eyes on you. divorced!john price who swears to let his fantasies be nothing more than they are. divorced!john price who gets a text from his daughter during his early drive back that you had arrived sooner than she did. divorced!john price who gets home only to find you sprawled naked across his bed, playing with yourself and moaning his name. divorced!john price who can't help but swallow thickly at the sight of your messy pussy ruining his sheets. divorced!john price who clears his throat, voice gruff, "d'you wan' help sweetheart?"

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, knows that it's wrong, but the taste of you is addicting. warm and sweet against his tastebuds, innocent and needy. the precise but shaky roll of your hips against his mouth is driving him insane as well⸺ and the only thing he can do is watch. watch as you fall apart on his tongue while he grinds himself against the edge of the bed. listen to the muffled sound of your moans and pleas as he takes you higher and higher only to slow down his ministrations and ruin your orgasm, your slick, soft thighs trapping him against your swollen, drooling cunt. john can't help but groan against you, tongue lashing out to flick your engorged clit, when he finds your teary face, your head shaking back in forth. "m-mr. price! mmf--! please! i can't, need t'cum."

and maybe he shouldn't have given in as easily as he did, but god he's jerked off to the thought of this exact moment for what feels like an eternity. "all y'had to do 's ask, luv."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

[sagi-tori-ous]

Older Boyfriend Price always gave you what you wanted, listened when you complained and was always patient with you.

Older Boyfriend Price knew when you wanted something but didn't know how to ask—it's when you started to get a little bratty...okay! maybe that was an understatement, you could be a full on brat.

You always got bratty when you wanted affection from him, you felt as if he should be giving it to you 24/7 anyway. You'd huff and pout, let tears stream down until you got what you wanted.

Older Boyfriend Price always knows how to resolve the issue, after all you were his brat.

The rough pads of Price's fingers, slick with your arousal, rub against your throbbing clit with vigor—Head lolled back, thighs spread wide and hips rolling to the rhythm he settled into.

You could feel Price's meaty cock nestled just between the lower part of your back and ass as you sat atop his lap.

"Oh~" Your moans are breathy, hitching ever so often as he keeps up such a consistent pace.

"Why y'running?" Price asks when your hips slide up—flinching when two fingers dip into your dripping entrance, wasting no time in curling up to directly come in contact with your g-spot.

"Right there..." the question unintentionally ignored, your mind focused on how Price massaged your spongy walls with such precision and speed.

Your legs push you farther into Price's naked lap and you shuffle your head into the crook of his neck as that familiar feeling in your abdomen builds feverishly.

Price's left hand finds your neck easily, wrapping his sizable hand around it whilst you chase your orgasm.

You could feel his gaze occasionally switch between your pleasure ridden face and drenched cunt—though you wouldn't dare to look at his rugged face.

You knew the hungry gaze that adorned it, you knew how fast that look would have your pussy gushing with a release, the thought alone had whines spilling shamelessly out of your mouth.

The tremor that was set in your legs was almost comical, but the action of closing said legs alongside your glazed eyes was laughable.

Price would never let that slide, you knew that.

"keep em' open." You ignored his command—intentionally, hoping to just revel in the feeling.

"not tellin you again." You knew the bite he had in his tone left no room for discussion.

You barely crack your eyes open, tears pricking the corners as your stomach starts to cave—unintentionally you lift your gaze to meet his, eyes already trained on you as he takes in everything you have to offer him.

Price dips his head to leave a firm kiss on your lips, suckling on your bottom lip briefly before letting go, " f'cking brat." His tone low and guttural, the mischievous gleam in his eyes evident.

" my f'cking brat." He clarifies.

Click me→ 🩵

𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: @deunmiu-dessie

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫: @cafekitsune @pwixi

[raffe156]

Tiger I want your opinion on this please?

Tight, muscle, trim Price

or

Dad bod, little paunch, but strong muscle Price

🤔

DAD BOD PRICE*

All day long anon, all day long…he’s a little bit softer round the middle than the other lads, but you know he’s 2x as strong 👀

*My opinion, but all versions are good, just like all bodies are good*

[cod-dump]

*Y/N’s phone is ringing*

Soap: Pff, you still call your dad ‘daddy’?

Y/N, answering the call while holding eye contact with Soap: Yes, Price?

Soap: *chokes*

[charliemwrites]

its me pink text anon back at it again!! more daddy kink w price feral and Simon? thats such an interesting dynamic in bed but outside the bedroom how would it play out? I think price figures out pretty early that feral likes it but wants to play that she hates it? like she likes calling price daddy but also wants to be made to call him daddy? on my knees asking for this outside the bedroom, like when she's being a brat !

Hello again, bean!! I’ll be honest, I really don’t see feral allowing daddy stuff outside of the bedroom. She likes her freedom and does not recognize Price (or anyone for that matter) as an authority figure.

That said, I can see her using daddy in the bedroom when the mood strikes. For Simon she’d go down a bit easier since he is hers and for them it’s almost like a game? Something she calls him while perched in his lap, near purring as she bounces, teasing, “does that feel good, daddy?”

With price, though, it’s something he has to earn out of her. She’s been reduced to whining and whimpers and moaning, being sweet. No more biting and squirming, just kissing and nipping affectionately, sucking his fingers obediently when offered. Only then would she call him daddy and only then would she also comply with an any commands.

[spookiboogi]

I’m possessed & obsessed.

I’ve literally never done anything like this. Cod’ll do that to ye.

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Even in his downtime, he’s ‘babysitting’.

Thanks to interest shown, I got this little gem finally done! Thanks guys!!

[maya-19]

Discussing kinks with daddy Price?

Price x reader.

kinks

You’d always been open and honest with Captain Price. He knew this too. 

You were sat in his office. He was lecturing you about getting into a bar fight again.

“There’s no point is there?” A small smile tugs at his lips as he fails to keep serious expression, knowing you’ll end up in another bar fight.

You grin, your cheeks dimple. “It’s not my fault men look at me and wanna see if my boobs are real.” You scoff rolling your eyes. You’re wearing a white tank top that fits your breasts, tucked into a pair of grey sweatpants.

He sputters on his whiskey and coughs trying to recover. “You good cap?” You lean forward on my forearms, against his desk.

“Y-yeah yes. I’m okay. You’re just blunt sometimes. Catches me off guard I guess.” He smiles sheepishly. A tint of pink covering his cheeks

“Ah. Is captain blushing?” You tease him.

“No I’m not. Shut up.” he grumbles, making you grin even more.

“Aww. It’s okay cap. You look cute all blushing and flustered.” You wink playfully.

“God what am I going to do with you.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“Not ask if my boobs are real?” You stifle a smile. Then a wicked grin etches across his lips.

“Maybe I should. Are they real?” He raises a brow, leaning forward. His blue eyes slide down to your chest then back up to your fiery gaze. A smirk plastered on his lips.

“Yes they are. Why. Do you wanna feel?” You counter, a devilish glint of mischief glittering in your eyes.

“No thanks. I can already see enough.” He whispers, his voice low and gravelly. His tone sends tingles down your spine.

You feel your nipples tighten against your tank top. His gaze follows it and a darkness arises in his blue orbs.

Then you get a devilish idea. “Cap. Do you have any kinks?” 

“I don’t think I should be discussing those with you.” He rolls his eyes. He looks uncomfortable but also interested, though he tries to hide it.

“I’ll tell you one if you tell me one.” You flash him a smile, your green eyes sparkling with desire.

He meets your gaze once more, as if contemplating whether he should engage in this inappropriate conversation.

“Fine. Make it quick then.” He grumbles but fails to hide the excitement in his eyes, feigning indifference.

“I have a daddy kink.” You smile.

“A daddy kink? Really?” He asks interested as he leans forward.

“Blame the daddy issues for the messed up kink. But being called princess or babygirl turns me on. And calling a man daddy is hot.” You shrug nonchalantly.  “Of course only if he’s older. Like 35+. Calling someone younger than that daddy is just silly.” You grin.

“What if the man doesn’t want you to call them daddy?” He asks, his blue eyes studying you.

“I don’t go for men who don’t like it.” You smirk knowingly.

“What’s your kink then?” You lean back in you chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I have a dominant/submissive kink.” He tells you. His fingers tap his muscular thighs, hugged by his cargos. God those fucking thighs.

Your gaze drifts back up to his. There’s a sudden shift in the air. The sexual tension undeniable. 

“I like being submissive.” You whisper leaning forward.

A smirk tugs at his lips. He runs a hand down his face as if contemplating to stop before this conversation leads into uncharted territory.

“Hypothetically speaking, what would you do to me? If you were the dominant and I was the submissive?” You ask, desire thick in your tone, low and husky.

He intakes a sharp breath. “I’d bend you over on this desk,” He murmurs, placing his palm flat on the desk. “And I’d fuck you from behind.” His voice is deep and demanding.

Your breath hitches. You suck in a breath. Arousal swimming in your core. You clench your thighs together.

His gaze drops to your thighs, his eyes darkening. Then back up to your hardened nipples and then your lips.

“Id spank your ass raw for walking around in a top like that. Where any man can see your nipples.” He continues. His voice dark, thick with restrained desire. Like he’s caged a beast wanting to be let out.

Your nipples tighten, begging to be touched. To be fondled and trapped between his lips. Your cheeks flush, excited as to where this conversation is going.

“Do you have a daddy kink captain?” You smile amused.

“Maybe.” He whispers. His eyes trained on yours.

You suck in a breath and stand up, leaning forward on your hands flat on the desk across him.

“How much lower?” You whisper. His gaze drops to your breasts pressed together.

“Lower.” He mutters, holding your gaze with a carnal desire that swims in his blue eyes.

You bend lower till your back is arched, and your ass is jutted out. You look at him through your lashes. Lips parted. His breath grows ragged as he stares at you. Unwavering.

“Lower.” He rasps. His voice sends your senses into overdrive. You lower until you’re bent over on his desk. Your breasts pressing against it. Ass up.

“Spread your legs wider y/n.” He whispers gravelly. Your knees tremble as you spread your legs wider. He stands up and walks around the desk. Standing right behind you. 

“I’d grab your hips like this,” he murmurs bringing his hands to my hips. His hands rough and big. “And I’d make sure I left marks all over your ass.” He rasped.

Your breath hitched and you pushed back, silently asking him to. But he chuckled softly, a dark desire within his tone.

“If I do that Princess, then I won’t stop till I’ve fucked that sassy attitude out of you.” He growled in your ear.  

“So do it.” You whisper, voice thick with anticipation and desire.

He pulls down your sweatpants. Without warning he draws his flat palm back and spanks your ass. You gasp suddenly, your toes curling.

“Do it again.” You breathe out shakily. Your pussy throbs, the ache between your thighs begging to be satisfied.

“Such a dirty little girl.” He grunts, this time your lurch forward suddenly with the rough hit. You whimper quietly, spreading your legs wider on instinct.

But the spanks weren’t enough. One after the other, you craved his touch. Between the wet folds, dripping down your inner thighs with a throbbing ache.

He unbuckles his belt. You swallow and look over your shoulder. His eyes on yours, as if knowing what you wanted. You lick your lower lip in anticipation and hunger as he curled the buckle around his fist, and uses the belt to whip your ass once. You gasp suddenly and let out a drawn out moan. Your hands gripping onto papers, scrunching them needing something to hold.

He whips again and again, you cry out. Your pussy is throbbing, juices leaking down your thighs. Then he moves the belt under and between your thighs. He flicks up upwards against your folds and lightly slaps it. Your juices squelch under the belt. He turns you around, lifts you up and sits you on the edge of his desk easily. He brings the end of the belt between your bodies.

“So wet y/n. So desperate. Is this what you want?” He rasps slipping the end of the belt between his lips and sucking the wetness off it, all while staring into your eyes. He pulls it out and lightly slaps your soft cheek with it. 

You blush crimson, the sassiness already leaving your body. Temporarily of course.

“Fuck me captain. Please.” You whisper shamelessly. Needy.

His blue eyes darken. He cups your face and kisses you harshly. Rough and hungry. You moan into the kiss and clutch his shirt and lock your bare legs around his hips.

You unzip his pants and shrug them down. “Don’t get greedy.” He kneads your breasts and pinches your nipples. Swooping down he sucks one in his mouth. His teeth grazing over it.

“Captain please.” You whimper throwing your head back gripping the edge of the counter.

“Get on your knees Princess.” He grunts standing back and pulling you towards him, pushing your shoulder down, making you sink down to your knees.

You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. He coaxes your mouth open, gripping your hair and pulls your mouth to his cock.

“Suck my cock Princess.” He tells you, his voice low and gravelly. You hold his muscular thighs that you’re disgustingly obsessed with. Your hand palms his cock a few times before your tongue swirls over the tip, where his pre cum leaks down his length. You’re lick the under side of his cock upwards and hollow your cheeks sucking the tip.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that. Take me deeper. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth.” He rasps throwing his head back as he pushes his hips forward. One hand clutches his thigh, the other massaging his heavy balls. You moan, the sweet sound vibrating against his throbbing cock. You take him deeper till it hits the back of your throat and you gag.

Tears sting your eyes as he grips your hair tightly. “Breathe through your nose.” He guides you and you listen, doing as he says and it helps.

“That’s it baby.” He groans starting to fuck your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat every time. Your vision is blurry in tears, you moan hollowing your cheeks sucking him harder, squeezing your lips around his cock. He moans, his eyes screwed shut. Satisfaction fills your core as you look up at him, your head bobbing back and forth.

“Such a good girl y/n, sucking daddy’s cock like that. Fuck you look so pretty with your mouth full.” He groans his hips slamming into you. His balls hit against your chin as your suck his cock.

He’s fucking your mouth harder and roughly fisting your hair as he thrusts. You gag on his cock, your eyes teary and cheeks hollowed and red.

You feel his thighs tensing under your hands.

“I’m gonna come Princess. I’m gonna come down your throat.” He groans, a deeper moan slipping past his mouth. His cock twitches and after a few jerky thrusts he comes in your mouth.

“Mhmm.” You moan swallowing every drop and milking his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He praises lifting you up and putting you on the desk, standing between your parted legs. You look down and see his cock is already hard again, salivating at the sight of the angry veins and the leaking tip.

"Now you're gonna come baby girl, you're gonna wet my cock." He growled attacking your lips with a ferocious kiss, sucking your tongue hungrily. Remnants of your juices on his tongue from when he sucked the end of the belt that was covered in your arousal. he dives deeper and swirls his tongue around yours, as if wanting to taste his own cum and how it mixed with his saliva, both of your tongues fusing with erotica and passion.

He grips your hips, pulling you closer. He rubs his cock up and down your soaked folds before sliding in without effort from how wet you are. His cock fills you up to the brim, making you draw out a guttural moan, your head rolling back and you fall back on the desk. "Nghhh, please, please don't stop." you whimper and moan breathlessly. Your breath choppy as he bottoms out and slams his hips into yours, driving deeper and fucking you till you're shaking. your legs wrap around his back, the heels of your feet digging into his firm ass.

His strong hand grips your throat and he chokes you while he grunts and fills you up roughly. "Take thrust every thrust fucking thrust inch." he commanded between thrusts, your eyes rolling into your head. You're ass digging into the desk but the pain is bearable, pleasurable even as he fucks you relentlessly.

And then your quivering and your body spasms and twitches, both of you close to your climax. "Come for me. Come all over daddy's cock." he groans and throws his head back as his thrusts get more frantic and jerky.

After a few more thrusts you cry out in pleasure. "Ohhhh daddy! im coming. I'm coming... coming. nghhh. fuck. fuck." you let out a string of unintelligible moans as he watches your face contort with pleasure and ecstasy.

"Ohh fuckk milk my cock, you're strangling it." he grunted as he came in hot spurts of cum, filling your tight pussy with his release. he slumps forward, letting go of your throat and pulls you up by his hands around his lower back and you bury your face in his neck. "Mhmm that was amazing daddy" you whispered panting, your hot breath against his neck.

"Oh yeah? you're such a dirty slut y/m, you came all over my cock." he teased in your ear and nibbled playfully

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

john price is a loving man. john price is also a man who loves holding you in his arms, fight me if i'm wrong. since he's usually away from home for weeks, even months at a time, whenever he comes home; he drops to his knees and buries his face in ur tummy to hug u, all while ur hands run through the soft tufts of his hair.

john price, even after fucking u like an animal in heat, thick cock bruising ur cervix, and having his skilled tongue pull orgasm after orgasm from u, is a touchy man. he pulls u into his chest and asks softly about the things that have happened since he's been gone, thick fingers brushing through ur hair. he's particularly fond of ur newfound dislike for the next-door neighbor.

[connected to this post!]

[deunmiu-dessie]

captain price who didn't much care for you when laswell introduced you to the team. captain price who steered clear of you most days, he was a busy man after all. captain price who didn't really like the idea of you being a 'stress reliever' for them. captain price who's had to break up arguments between the 141 team about who you preferred in bed. captain price who grows curious about what exactly you offer. captain price who requests you for the first time since you've joined the team.

price's mouth swallows your loud whimpers as his cock hammers into you; your cheeks are flushed with heat and drool dribbles down your cheeks from his sloppy kisses. he pulls away and gazes at your bleary eyes through hooded lids before a wry smile pulls at the corner of his lips. "s'this the pussy my men fight over? come on then princess. i know y'can do better."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

[rainswriting-blog]

Daddies face when I wear a short skirt that shows my see-through panties 😜 (mainly the second picture)

[raffe156]

@deadbranch When I said give me a few hours I meant give me a few days haha!

Here the shortest smut I’ve ever written haha inspired by your little snack of smut from the other day 💖✨

NSFW duh 👍🏽✨

“It’s gonna have to be a quick one kid” Price was already unbuckling his belt, as you hopped on his desk your gym shorts and underwear already round your ankle, you opened your legs wide for him to get a good look at you, your fingers spreading yourself open demonstrating to him just how wet you were, the sight so beautiful it was enough to make him take a bullet straight to the heart.

“Fuck me…” his hand joined yours his thumb rolling over your clit. It sent a jolt up you spine.

“That’s the point of this ‘meeting’ Captain…”

Price grinned as he moved in closer, a quick wet kiss before he shoved you backwards on his desk, folders, stationary even an empty ashtray went flying he didn’t care he wanted you pinned underneath him. You felt the head of his cock bully it’s way inside you, you shifted your hips to try an accommodate his girth but Price wasn’t giving you a chance like he said it was going to be a quickie an with one slam he was in.

[cod-dump]

Plagued by Sugar Daddy Price combined with Poly 141. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are his sugar babies

[spookiboogi]

This is it. I love them so much.

[codbrainworms]

"peepaw" I am DECEASED