Requests and asks are open. I tend to write from a fem perspective rather than GN however I'm always willing to give it a try! Currently simping for the 141+ König/ Pedro pascal (everything all of it lol)/ frank castle/ Boba Fett/ Paz Vizla
the idea that könig cums an unnecessary amount... it’s no secret that he has heavy, full balls that need to be drained, taut and full after not seeing you for weeks. sucking him off sloppy and eager like the cute little thing you are, desperate to relieve him. letting him run his hand along the bulge off himself in your throat as he thrusts into you, his groans and curses in german spurring your efforts, milking him with the wet dusting of your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip. he’s pulling your hair in a ponytail to brace himself with when he finally releases, burying in to the hilt of your gummy, relaxed throat. it just keeps going, fat globs forced down your throat in quick intervals, the heat of it making tears pinch your eyes. he holds your head in place while you choke and sputter around it all, cheeks chubbing up adorably from the fullness.
“thaaat’s it, fuck. that’s all for you. swallow it all, häschen.”
CW: Swearing, Panic Attack-ish Daddy Kink
You've messed up. Like immeasurably so. And now you have to tell Captain Price that, there's nothing you want less in the world.
Gender neutral reader x John Price No use of Y/N
Inspired by this post on Tumblr & originally reposted as a reblog. Posting again so I can link it in a pinned post.
MDNI! - Minors do not interact!
💖 Cockwarming old man!Price 💖
TW: nsfw, mean!Price, kinda abusive??, possible alcohol abuse
Last post I talked about blowjobs with old man!Price with a sprinkle of cockwarming. However this wil be dedicated to cockwarming with Price.
Now this can go one of two ways
Option 1: John is having an extremely shitty day trying to come to terms with his retirement
Or
Option 2: John becomes self-conscious of his mind due to his erectile dysfunction and wholeheartedly believes that his lucky charm will leave him for someone virile.
Let’s go with option 1
141 and each one of them have Bimbo girlfriends who have no idea what they do but just know they get treated well.
they all get together, the guys are drinking and playing cards and the girls are in the parlor gossiping, swapping bedroom stories and how much each one of the guys gives them for their weekly allowances
more of this in my inbox absolutely yes please
pick your fighter: 141 bimbo edition
c/w: bimbos are referred to with she/her pronouns, not my best work but i’m in a funk rn, bimbo!reader, groping, nsfw content
Simon's girl would be the one to kneel at his feet Jesus christ
price coming home from a long day of paperwork and yelling at recruits and finds his pretty girl post up in their room watching movies.
something cute like sailor moon or a ghibli movies runs in the back ground as she dozes. something snaps in john as he looks over the content and warm little scene in front of him. poor wee lamb. he wrenches the covers off of her and pulls her down to the egde of the bed with a grip on her ankles. she shouts, coming out of a warm little haze before realizing, "john you scared me!”
"sorry peach, w's a long day" he rasps while slotting himself between her legs. she reaches for him blindly and he wraps her hand in his and kisses her knuckles, her palm, and her wrist. she humms happily while staring at him like he's something special. a smile cracks across his face as the tension bleeds from him. he snickers as a teasing thought comes to mind and she has no time to defend herself when he reaches up to tug her bonnet over her eyes.
she protests and tries to squirm away to fix it. he grips her waist and pulls her back in place while laying wet and giggly kisses all over her face and neck. she laughs at the tickly feeling on his mustache and beard.
"geez, you missed me or something?" she asks while panting. "of course, peach" he says with no hesitation. she rolls her eyes at his sappiness and is ready to bite back something about old men being sentimental when he drops his next words.
"i missed all of you"
her eyes search his face for an explanation, but then she feels it. her eyes trail from his too tight button down to the tent in his well-worn pants and it clicks.
"oh..."
"oh?" he mocks while caging her in with his arms. and then he starts rambling.
"ya know, it's not fair in the slightest that i have to wake up every morning and leave ma little peach all to her lonesome." his weathered hand caresses her cheek and thumbs at her neck- and then down down down.
"all by herself, what do you think darlin'?" he whispers. his breath tickles her ear. she wills her brain to catch up with the moment, but john truly had a way of making her just a little stupid.
" 's not fair" she echoes his sentiment as he shoves her pj shorts to the side.
"i ought to fix that then" he watches her face and sees that familiar haze set in her eyes as she watches him from some far off place in her pretty little head. no worries, he's bring her back to him, no problem.
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TBC maybe. I got nervous and flustered and I can't write the spicy stuff rn or ill explode 🥹🥹 this is so silly bc ive written smut before but price literally has me so weak 😭😭
“I can’t wait ‘till we chill, what you wanna do?”
- you left Price with the kids as you went on date, the date couldn’t be bad right?
୨୧ ex husband! price x reader
୨୧ word count: 2.6k 😨
୨୧ yes the title is a nct 127 reference! (If you even know who they are) also sorry for being gone for 4 months 🤭
“John, can you come pick me up?” You shiver in the cool night air, pressing your phone to your ear as you hold yourself.
“Was he that bad?” Price snickers on the other side of the phone, “I told ya, love,” he chuckles making you roll your eyes at the pet name.
“Shut up,” you huff, annoyance lacing your tone mixed with a hint of amusement. “Just hurry… please.”
“Alright, alright I’m comin’.” Price hangs up the phone, leaving you to wait in the cold a little longer before his car pulls up in front of you.
I'm a sucker for ex-husband price
sugardaddy simon??
simon spoiled you in all aspects of the word. bags, jewelz, shoes, clothes, everything. needed help with this? he’s gotchu mama, dw bout it.
such as now… maybe? his tongue curls against yours, the soft, pink muscle gliding across yours. his fingers slip under the lifting material of your pretty skirt, one he’d bought, one he put on you. he can hear the thuds of your heels slipping off your feet n onto the floor of the car, your thighs climbing to gain more leverage round him instantly.
“ya’ like it, hm?” he breathes into your mouth, referring back to the skirt. his free hand tangles into your hair, nails curling against your scalp as he pulls your head back, watching your neck strain and arch as you stare back at him lowly. the diamonds of your pretty necklace glint under the sun streamin’ into the car, n simon can just barely make out the SR engraved into the heavy sparkling crystal sittin just above the valley of your breasts.
“f-fuckin’ love it, baby,” you cry, your own hands fisting his shirt up. your hips drop, jaw falling open as your pretty cunt swallows him up.
your thighs smush fatty against his, the space in the car seemin’ to grow smaller n smaller by the fuckin’ second as sweat lines your forehead. your hands settle against the seat for balance, hips workin’ up a quicker pace, so desperate to milk this man fuckin dry, so desperate to get that sweet release you’d basically thrown a fit for.
you watch the lines in his aging skin crinkle, brows furrowing every so slightly and his lips all parted. simon can’t lie, havin a pretty young girl ‘round him made his lose his mind, n the fact you were always so desperate to please him made him fuckin’ highhh, euphoric to have to something so precious, so desperate.
“yeah, me fucking too,” he puffs, his fingers gliding up the soft length of your thigh before he’s flipping the front of that lil skirt up. his eyes fixate ‘emselves on the way his cock disappears deep within you. he can feel it too, that’s for damn sure.
his eyes goes rolling back, abs clenching under the lining of plush fat that sits atop ‘em. n with the way his belly’s starting to pull into taut knots, he’s starting to feel that thrill fill his veins again, surprised he’s even lasted this long.
“watch for the damn horn,” he scoffs, throat rolling in on itself as his eyes fog over in a thin trail of tears. “gonna have people linin’ up for they own turn.”
onsite nurse!reader who treats könig’s concussion and sprained ankle. it’s an average tuesday for him, but he plays up the pain because he hasn’t had a pretty girl dote on him since… ever; used to the usual old, mean ladies that work there. you look so cute with your face pinched up in concern and sympathy, dabbing his forehead with a wet rag like worried housewife. attempting to feel around for more injuries. you’re mortified when you grip something hard and solid in the pocket of his tactical pants, and he informs you that it’s not, in fact, a gun. it’s not his fault— you were feeling him up with your soft, delicate hands, he couldn’t help it. he’ll ask you to help him relieve the tension… it is your job to take care of him, after all.
okay the daddy thing you said just HNNNNG the way you would never live down the time you accidentally call him daddy. Or him making you repeat after him "Thank you daddy. See darling? Sounds like music don't it?"
shsisidjsjjsjjdffhdhsjjsd he’s taken aback at first bc using daddy non-sexually is a v normal thing in rural communities so when you accidentally whine it when he’s balls deep inside - and he almost cums then and there? well.
you’re so so sorry and embarrassed and vow to never use it again (much to his disappointment). and that just won’t do. cooper is nothing if not determined so he starts slipping it in to casual conversation.
gets you used to how it sounds, enjoying how flustered it gets you - glassy eyes far away as your mind wanders back to the time you moaned it while creaming around his cock.
then he works you up to calling him it, innocently at first. maybe a teasing, “c’mon now. say thank you, daddy,” when you ask him to hand you something and he keeps it out of reach before you do.
you catch on and when you do, oh he’s in for a treat.
you wait until he’s surrounded by friends, coworkers. saunter over and grab his attention with a gentle hand to the arm. when he looks at you, tucking an arm around you, you smile; a soft pretty little thing with a secret tucked in the corners. bat your eyes and meet his gaze from beneath your lashes.
his attention riveted to the ruby of your lips when you say coquettishly, “hey daddy, they need you in your trailer. something about running through new lines, i think?”
his jaw tics, muscles bunching and clenching as his fingers press into the base of your spine, his bicep tensing around your shoulders. he tilts his body towards you, uses your skirt to hide the twitch of his cock from prying eyes.
“ah, well, can’t keep ‘em waiting then, can i? i’ll catch up with you later, gentlemen.”
you’ve barely stepped through the door before he’s shoving you against the table, his hands two hot brands on your hips and his mouth greedy against yours. traces his tongue along the inner seam of your lips, licks over the back of your teeth before drawing back with a low groan.
his thumb wicks away a smear of lipstick, his eyes, hooded and dark, devouring. “now, that wasn’t very nice was it, sweetheart?”
“i’m awful sorry.” you hum, arms hooking over his shoulders. your fingers twirl around the short hairs at his nape, his frame shuddering against you. “what can i do to make it up to you… daddy?”
“fuck,” he groans, kisses a path down the slope of your neck and scrapes his teeth along your fluttering pulse point, “open up those thighs and keep calling me that.”
Can't stop thinking about Captain John Price, your good friend's boyfriend, listening to you talk about how you are considering getting a guard dog, and he whole-heartedly agrees with you. John likes you, you're a fantastic friend to his dove and you're sweet, and sweet girls do need protection. So he nods along and tells you he'll look into getting you one, a big one to protect you.
Two weeks later, you're invited to your friend's house, her telling you days before that John might have gotten you a dog, so to prepare! She wasn't sure, he just hinted at it on the phone.
Tell me why, after knocking at your bestie's door, she opens kinda pale and awkward, maybe even a little bit annoyed, inviting you in. Instead of a proper, legit, literal dog, John introduces you to Simon Riley, who stands there awkwardly but tall and intimidating while your friend apologizes, calling her boyfriend an idiot. But John isn't an idiot. For a while now, he thought you'd be perfect for his Lt., this just a funny way to introduce you both. And the only thing that took Simon to agree (after a sharp yet bored no when firstly asked) was to send him a picture of you at a bar, smiling.
Extra:
"So... you come with a leash?" You joke with the tall man, whose eyes wrinkle in amusement. He has been more on the silent side although very atentive, his intense brown eyes on you all evening. Now that you were both alone at the balcony, abandoned by the two love-birds, you tried to ease the tension.
"I don't do leashes but I can pull a spiky collar." He smiles as you giggle. Hell, he felt relief that you did. Even happiness...
"Yeah, it would fit you."
"Yeah?" His voice was low and buttery. "What about a tag with your name on it?" He leans down a little, just enough in your personal bubble, and your stomach flipped. You felt your cheeks warm.
"Can it be heart shaped?" You stare prettily at him and all he can do is to snort to ease the tension.
"However you want it." His reply was quick, eager.
"Deal. But first take me on a proper date."
"Perfect." He smirks.
He's had enough of your bratty attitude
"Don't make me put you over my knee!"
Simon picked your engagement ring himself. He went to the jeweller, saw the ring, and immediately thought of you. He loves it. He’s always kissing your left hand. He’s so in love with you, it aches.
When the two of you finally get married, he never stops looking at his ring. It’s a plain thick silver band, but he loves it so much. He’s just so afraid he’ll lose it.
Instead, he wears the ring on his dog tag chain and gets your initial tattooed on him. The day he comes home from deployment, at first, you don’t notice anything different but his facial hair. Then, when you ask him to get you a fork at dinner, you gasp, “What’s that?”
“What?” he raises a brow.
You grab his hand, pointing to the tattoo. “What? Where’s your ring? What’s this?”
“Here,” he tugs at the chain around his neck. “And ‘is is jus’ to show people ’m married.”
“It’s permanent!”
“Is our marriage no’ supposed to be?”
“But-”
“Are ya tryin’ to leave me, lovie?”
“No…it’s just…permanent…”
“Good. You’re my Mrs. ‘hat’s permanent too.”
You giggle. “Fine. I’m getting one too.”
“Like ‘ell you are. ‘M not letting you ruin that perfect skin.”
“But-”
“Lovie,” he warns. “No means no. I know how much you love me and you hate needles.”
“Okay…”
“You could spread your legs to prove it though.”
“SIMON!”
Reader auction offs her virginity because she has to pay off her student loans. Lonely Price see her on the web and decides that he doesn’t just want her virginity but all of her so he asks her to be his sugar baby. He doesn’t need her for sex but needs her for the company
yummy yummy
c/w: sugardaddy!price, talks of virginity, mutual masturbation, nude photos, nsfw content
he thinks you’re just the sweetest and he just can’t let one of these creepy old men take your virginity <3 save it for someone special. doesn’t necessarily have to be him, he’d be happy if you just sat in his lap and played with his hair
just wants a pretty thing to get him a scotch and light his cigar for him. sat comfortably in his lap at his monthly poker game with some of his old comrades. a cocky smirk on his face when they all ogle at you for the whole night <3
he’s so mean about taking your virginity, even when you beg and basically throw yourself at him he still says no. says you’re too lovely to be ruined by a bitter, old man like him :(
instead he gets you to lay in the middle of his plush bed, watching you plunge your fingers in and out of your cunt whilst he sits in the corner of the room with a cigar in one hand and his cock in the other
instructs you on how to play with yourself with the deep, baritone voice of his. tells you what a good girl you are, how sweet and kind you are to spend your time with a bad man like him :(
gives you his bank card with no shame. the type of sugar daddy who has a scheduled delivery of bouquets every week with a lovely note. always enjoys the way you thank him, sending over a picture and a note to open it when he’s alone
the camera aimed between your legs, your fingers holding one of the flowers and a clear view of your damp panties in the background :( enough to make him excuse himself to the bathroom to rub one out
18+ 4.5k ghoul x f!reader. predator/prey roleplay, lite bondage lite cnc into enthusiastic consent, heavy gun kink/play, pet names, clothed/naked sex, creampie, aftercare. ends tender bc i can't help myself. gif credit. written for my darling @luckytiggertalia, who asked for excessive gun kink and captor/captive. thank you! 🖤 Written as a successor to Saddle Up, Sweetheart, but can be read as a stand-alone.
Being in a relationship with the world’s most notorious bounty hunter lands you in some strange situations, but none stranger than those you concoct for yourselves. You run, and the Ghoul hunts you.
The Ghoul is one of the fiercest bounty hunters in New California, yet regardless of how terrifyingly efficient he is, everyone knows he only takes on payouts worthy of his time. With his long shadow stretching out across the west, most hunters are reluctant to take on bounties over a certain threshold, lest they accidentally come between him and his quarry.
Which, at this moment, just so happens to be you.
Summary: Cooper sees you again for the first time in over 200 years
Warnings: 18+ Strong Language, Sexual Suggestions, Divorce, Canon Typical Violence
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Feo, Fuerte, y Formal. Words Cooper Howard spoke over 200 years ago back when he was at the height of his career. Back when he had a profitable career, a beautiful home, and a beautiful family. He had fame, wealth, and a future. Until it all came crashing down. When Vault-Tec had initially dropped him from their promotional team, he was relieved, glad to be done with the corporation that was planning the destruction of the world, but with Vault-Tec dropping him, Barb did too. Once Barb found out why her Pip-Boy was acting strangely, she had it double checked by the science division to confirm her suspicions before taking it to Cooper to confront him. His mistake was that he denied he had anything to do with it. If he had lied about this, what else has he been lying about? Yet, it was mutual. Both were caught destroying the very core of their marriage, trust.
The divorce was quick to follow. Despite having the best lawyer he could find, Barb had Vault-Tec, and Vault-Tec could buy out anyone, leaving him with a whopping sum of $30,000 - compared to his net worth of 2 million - and Roosevelt.
Of course with the biggest name in the country dropping him from their team, his agent promptly dropped him, blacklisting him from Hollywood, ending his career. His one way of making money was no longer profitable. In a way, he was relieved. Hollywood wasn’t what it used to be. It used to be a beacon of hope, a place for everyone, the American Dream. What a load of bullshit.
If there was anything to make it all tolerable, it’s the time he got to spend with Janey and you. You had come into his life when he wasn’t looking for it. Your bar had practically become his home, but when you got tired of seeing him drunk as all get out and passed out on the bar you quickly offered him a couch to sleep on at your place, and the rest was history.
Until the bombs dropped, and everything changed. Again. Cooper doesn’t know exactly how he survived. He doesn’t know if it was sheer rage keeping his heart kicking, or if it was the drive to find you or Janey. He knew Janey was somewhere in a vault, safe with Barb, but had you been lucky enough to secure a spot in one, or were you part of the 90% that didn’t have the means to afford a spot.
200 years later and he still doesn’t know.
