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Current obsession: John Price from COD
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💖 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

  • He is absolutely gutted about his retirement and the only way he can express it is through anger
  • John doesn't cry, he never does
  • This wholre retirement just reinforces how obselete he's become to his squad that he built from nothing
  • And the beer only helps qualm his thoughts about everything he's done in his life
  • He goes through every major life event and thinks what he couldn've done differently
  • He lets his mind wander until it hands upon you
  • His darling baby
  • Fuck this is a hoax, some sick twisted game that you're playing on him
  • You wanna make him think that he's special and he's still needed in this world
  • He downs another bottle at the thought, gritting his teeth as the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth worse than the cheap beer that he's drinking
  • He groans in irritation and does what he does best at his age
  • His calls you into the living room where he sits on the couch watching the football match holding a freshly opened bottle of beer
  • You walk up to him, kissing his cheek and caressing his upper arm slightly worried about the frown on his face
  • Before you can even get a word of comfort out of your mouth, he slaps you hard
  • You yelp in pain, holding your cheek
  • What on earth? Did you John just slap you
  • John looks away, annoyance etched onto his face as a twinkle of guilt in his eyes
  • You soften slightly
  • He didn't mean it, must be the alcohol
  • John turns to face you and opens his mouth to apologise but sees you slowly taking off your panties
  • John cocks his head to the side in confusion
  • He just hit you and you're taking your panties off?
  • You should be mad, furious
  • You should be leaving him, walking right out of the door
  • That's what you should be doing
  • Not taking off your damn panties
  • Stupid brat. He thinks to himself
  • "John..." You coo softly, "Are you stressed honey?"
  • John groans in anger and nods his head
  • You sigh softly
  • You won't hold what he did a minute ago, your love was stressed and that can't be good for his heart
  • You sink onto your knees and paw at his crotch lovingly, enamored by him
  • You nuzzle against his clothed cock, breathing in his musky scent
  • He just went out for a run and you could smell it on him
  • Fuck, was it driving you wild
  • He smelled so good, so manly, so... heavenly
  • It made you feel safe, cared for, protected
  • You sigh softly inhaling as much of his scent as you could
  • As much as you loved how John smelt after a workout or working in the gardens, you absolutely hated what it did to his body
  • You hated how his pudgy belly was becoming smaller
  • You frown, you loved his pudge!
  • You stand up and take the beer bottle out of his hand, bringing it to his lips
  • You make him finish the whole bottle in one go
  • You needed his cute beer belly back!
  • You smile softly when he finishes the whole bottle and you put in down on the coffee table while you sink back down on your knees
  • Whining against his crotch, you pull on the waistband of his sweatpants and out comes your prize
  • His oh so stupid cock just hanging there with no real use
  • Your eyes glimmer
  • "Baby, can we try something?" You ask softly
  • He simply nods, not really saying much. Not that you mind
  • You retireve a cock ring from the coffee table drawer and put it on him before straddling his waist and sinking down
  • You sigh softly. God, you loved the feeling of him
  • The cock ring didn't do much to get him hard but made it a bit easier for you to slide his dick in
  • But whatever, you like how pliant it felt inside you
  • You look at him lovingly but it only angers John
  • You shouldn't love him, he's old and unwanted
  • You see this thoughts running a mile a minute so you lean in to kiss him
  • John gets even more angry by your tender nature
  • So he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs it so hard that you yelp as your face is pulled away from his
  • Your back arches slightly, a throaty gasp leaving your lips as your scalp begins to sting
  • "Sit there like the cock sleeve you are. No talking." He says sternly
  • And that's what tou did all night long while he watched his inane football match
  • A slight movement or a soft whine set John off causing him to spank you hard, or pull your hair or slap your right across the face
  • You like the good darling you are, you listened to him and did what he told you
  • You sat still, filling full while you were stuffed with his cock inside of you
  • Once John calms down, a wave of regret washes over him
  • He takes you to bed and does nothing besides worshipping your body, making you cum more times than you can count on your fingers with his tongue
  • His silent way of begging for your forgiveness
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✨My thoughts on old man!Price✨

God, where do I begin?

  • Old man!Price is a tattered retired military man who decides to move to the countryside of England
  • His house is surrounded by bushes filled with red roses, a mocking remainder of the red liquid that blemish his hands
  • A small pudge of fat forms on his hairy abdomen from the lack of training and the endless pints of beer that he drinks.
  • He spends most of his time cleaning up the shrubbery around his house and other mundane tasks to fill his day so he wouldn't be bored out of his mind.
  • And then there's you.
  • Wide-eyed and brimming with curiosity.
  • You walk pass his house everyday just to get a glimsp of the burly man who moved into the little town where everyone knows everyone and no one gets passed anyone.
  • Expect for John, sneaky bastard.
  • One day, you huff in frustration as you stand in front of his gate, kicking a pebble out of annoyance
  • Now that doesn't go unnoticed by John, as if anything ever did.
  • So he does what any mentally sane person does and decides to for once in his life let loose and do something different
  • And that's what he does.
  • He goes outside, gives you his signature quokka smile and extends his hand.
  • You stand there dumbfounded. He's actually interacting with you?!
  • This is not how this was supposed to go!
  • You just wanted to see the man, not talk to him!
  • You nervously shakes his hand giving him a soft smile
  • And that was the start of you on your knees with his heavy limp dick resting over your face as she moans in delight
  • It's not like it happened in a day
  • It took months of coaxing and sweet-talking from John to get you hear
  • And oh how his words fuelled your praise kink
  • You slobber all over his cock, blowing bubbles of saliva while blowing him
  • And you can't help it yourself
  • His cock is just too good to not give it all your attention!
  • His fat senile cock is more than enough to keep you happy and full
  • And not to mention the cockwarming
  • Sure it might me a bit difficult to shove it into your dripping pussy but once it's in, be mindful that you're gonna be there for a while
  • It's so soft and warm and ooey-gooey
  • John worries and insecurities all fly away seeing how much you like his dumb cock
  • And every once in a while, you can feel it twitch inside of you and you shiver in delight
  • And sometimes you may even get a drop of two of his useless cum inside of you
  • By hey, cum is cum and John's cum is a blissful luxury
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Part 2: Just thinking about old man Price with an erectile dysfunction 💕

Continuation of this

Period hormones cause me to become horny by the weridest shit

Head bobbing up and down as her precum-mixed salivia dribbled down his cock, down his balls and onto the lust-stained bedsheets. He tries his hardest to not give away any signs of pleasure or satisfaction, it'll only rile her up more and cause her to do more work in fulfilling his contentment. He didn't want that. He shouldn't want that. His cherished angel shouldn't have to please him, that is not her job.

John was a man who reveled in the pleasing her and making her cum over and over again. Her cum-drunk expression was a vice he made sure to indulge in, soaking in the portrait of orgasmic gratification on her face as she is rendered speechless. Her breathy pants and soft sighs brought a salacious glimmer to his eyes. Oh his oh so perfect sweetheart.

She takes him all the way to the hilt of his soft cock, gagging slighty. She breathes through her nose to let an sliver of oxgyen to her brain, allowing her to think about how to best to make her love feel the appreciated. At the sound of her slight keck, John tries to push her head away from him. But his darling protests, moving his hand away before it can tangle into her hair and pull her off his cock. She whines. There is no way in hell John is going to stop her from doing what she wants to do and right now she wants to shower his dick with all the love in the world.

She suck his tip before letting go with a 'pop' noise.

"Please let me do this. I wanna make you feel good like how you make me feel good all the time. I want this, John." She mutter softly, nuzzling her cheek against his stupid, fat cock.

Before he can protest, she gives his head a few kitten licks. John gasps, choking back a moan that threaten to escape his mouth. Pressing soft, sweet kissess all over his limp dick, she giggles softly to herself. God, she loved this. Loved him, loved worshipping ever single part of him no matter how well it works. Her love deserves to feel good.

She moans softly as she licks and sucks the tip. She fondales with his balls enjoying how they feel in her hand. Her jaw begins to tire as she suckles his dick. Her eyes glossy, submerged with ecstacy as she looks up at him through her lashes.

John looks down at her. Fuck, she's hot. Hot and hardworking. He feels bad but knows that he can't stop his girl from persuing her ministrations so he lets her continue, no longer protesting.

He throws his head back, covering his eyes with the back of his forearm. He groans softly, singing her praise like the choir of a church caroling wholeheartedly. Shit, this feels good, too good.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thinks to himself.

A familiar feeling returns, one that he hasn't felt in a long time. His insides coil up, threatening to snap at a moment's notice. She feels it too. His leaky cock on the tip of her tongue, salty yet sureal. She savours the taste as her work comes to fruition.

Snap.

A gutteral moan leaves his mouth as he arches his back. The unknown feel of release washing over his aching body as John's back slightly arches. She feels into too. It invades her mouth, unexpected but welcoming. She moans softly, not caring about the bitter, pungent taste. She did it, she can't believe she actually did it.

Coming down from cloud 9, John looks down at her. She still has her pretty, plump lips wrapped around his head confused as to what happened. Hell, he's surprised too.

She lets go of his cock, her mouth empty as the only thing remains is the remnants of his cum on her tongue. His still limp cock rests against his abdomen, glittering in the leftovers of his orgasm. Her eye's glimmer in wonderment as if she's opened the Pandora Box.

Panting softly, she looks up at him as she wipes her lips. She chuckles softly, giddy with excitement.

"You liar. I thought you said that I couldn't make you come."

(What the hell did I write? lol)

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Just thinking about old man Price with an erectile dysfunction 💕

No matter how hard you try, nothing seems to work. No amount of blowjobs, handjobs or cock rings can help him get hard and fuck his pretty girl the way he wants.

He thinks back to the amount of whiskeys and cigars he had in his lifetime and mentally curses himself for indulging in his vices so much.

But you, his sweet and precious girl don’t seem to mind at all. You nuzzle against his balls inhaling his musky scent deeply, whining in pure bliss. You don’t mind it. You don’t mind how limp and soft his cock is. A dick is a dick regardless. You chastely lick the slit of his cock head as you tongue probes it slightly before leaving an innocent kiss.

He inhales sharply. By now he would’ve thought that you’d tell him to use his fingers or hands or something to get you off. But nope, an hour in and you’re still slobbering over his senile cock. Cooing and praising it as though it has taken you to cloud 9 and back. He couldn’t help but think what he did right in his life to get her.

Little did he know his useless cock made her gush without fail at the mere thought of it.

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vgilantee

jus’ thinking about giving price the wettest, sloppiest head of his life. all spit and drool and whining, maybe idk like two loads already so the cum is mixed with the spit too

jaw aching from how thick he is, taking a break to lick and suck at the length of him and his balls, biting his inner thighs while drooling

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whywoulditho

this is the ONLY damian wayne design i accept by the way. brown skin, a crooked nose, dark green eyes and thick eyebrows. keep that white-washed monstrosity away from me

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deviouz

Imagine, sex with Jason and he's loud. And I mean loud loud. He's whining, whimpering, and doing literally everything just get you to do more to him, whatever you want just do more to him

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THIS ‼️‼️

adding a cut bc i am an absolute fiend for one (1) jason todd (:<

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ivysangel
Anonymous asked:

this is so oddly specific but like. do you ever imagine sucking jason's fingers off as foreplay?? bc i do, but thag may be bc i also have a hand kink HAHA

i literally was thinking about his fingers in my mouth the day you sent this in. i was like *gasp*..."did they read my mind???" but, i wasn't thinking about it as foreplay, i was thinking about it while he's fucking you.

i really, really like both tho, i think the idea of him prying your mouth open with his thumb while you're looking at him is just so hot. and depending on how you're looking at him, whether it be super sultry fuck me eyes or wide open innocent looking doe eyes, the way he acts might be different.

give him the fuck me eyes while he's got a finger in your mouth, suck on it a little, and let it go with a pop; he might relent and let you do all the work. meanwhile, the latter (doe eyes) he's leaning into any sort of daddy kink he may have. not that i think he'd have a daddy kink necessarily, but that dynamic ykiwm? like he's in your ear telling you to relax and promising he'll be gentle. 

i also think he'd put his fingers in your mouth after he fingers you so you can taste yourself. to me, that could go for either scenario. he's a versatile man but he likes what he likes.

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gothghostiie
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i feel safe to be unhinged on your blog so i’ll say it

i KNOW price is hairy asf and i can’t stop thinking about his reaction to needy, cockdrunk reader burying their face in his armpit, sniffing him like a puppy, getting drunk by his scent

you absolutely are safe enough here bestie

and hhhhhhhhhh shdhshsb mh. yes.

cw: scent/musk kink

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Biker! johnprice taking you on rides on his vintage Harley around town. Showing you beautiful sceneary. Speeding just enough so your hands clutch around his torso all so slightly.

Biker! johnprice, tracing your lips and slightly pushing his thumb in as you suck, his eyes fixated on your plump lips.

Biker! johnprice, taking you on night rides to see the city from a cliff's view untill he leans you agaisnt his bike, hands traveling around your body as he kisses your lips and bites your neck.

Very west coast vibes by lana del rey <3

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unrequited love with john price (angst, smut, no happy ending, crying during sex)

john knows it’s his fault. he shouldn’t have indulged you so many times. he should have let your silly little crush fizzle instead instead of nurturing the flame inside of you. turn the little flicker into a full blown blaze every time he took you to bed with him

even then, it should have ended with sex. it’s harsh but he should’ve kicked you out every time instead of letting you stay the night. he’d play with your hair and whisper sweet things to you, and let you snuggle into his chest with a content smile on your face

he knew the day would come when you would be laying in his bed and finally confess your feelings. god knows he had no plans on doing such a thing. he had just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. he gives you a sympathetic smile as you fidget with your hands, sweet mumbles of love falling from the lips he had kissed just minutes before

I’m so sorry, love…” he responded and you’re breath instantly hitched. humiliation burning onto your face as you look away from, chewing on your lip to avoid bursting into tears and making this horrible situation a million times worse

and john knows he should’ve let you leave, throw on your clothes and give you space to deal with what just happened. he certainly shouldn’t have tugged you back into bed, press apologetic kisses to your face and allow his hands to roam over your naked body. soft cries leaving your throat and tears slipping down your warm cheeks as he fucks you again, slow gentle grinds of his hips as he whispers in your ear

you’re such a lovely girl. so sweet and kind. so many people are going to love you, princess…” his lips brush against yours, “I just can’t be one of them.

your lip wobbles even as you cum around him, pulling your hands over your face to hide your crying. he pulls them away and kisses your tears away, repeating the words ‘I’m sorry’ to you when he finishes inside of you

sends you on your way with a kiss on your forehead, telling you to let him know when you get home safe. you don’t even look at him as you give a soft nod of your head. eyes red and raw from crying

he waits for the text before blocking your number, going to bed with heavy shoulders and a guilty heart

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mikichko

captain price who gets thrown back in time when he hears that farah’s group has been deemed terrorists by the US

who suddenly remembers of another young, capable woman who had trusted the united states and had accepted their help in the fight only for them to turn their backs on her and her people at the last second. she didnt yield to their demands, pushing for the freedom of her people from both sides of tyranny.

price who’s called back and taken to headquarters for debriefing, doesn't even get to say goodbye, not that you wanted to in the first place.

they'd turned their backs on you and you turn yours on them, striving to build your country back up. and you do. you stay out of the government for the most part but put together a strong foundation that’ll be unshakeable for your country in the years coming. he knows because he’s seem the reports. seen how you handle a room, empower your people. some of it even done with a full belly.

he isn’t owed jealousy, you dont belong to each other, but he still cant push down the bitter taste in the back of his throat. even through dinner it stays there. has to stop himself from hunting down a man whose only crime was loving you. something he wasn’t brave enough to do.

after coming back to the present, he looks at alex offering him a gentle smile, grateful that he'll be helping Farah.

he asks Laswell for a favor, he knows that she knows where you are. his next leave is planned. no hotel, just a 4x4 truck, enough pull to make it up the mountain, and supplies for a family of four.

he can hear you in the back of the house, water sloshing around, as you talk to someone. and for the first time it strikes price that he never considered he'd be meeting your partner. whose child you had been carrying.

he doesnt dwell on it too much. already worked up the nerve.

then, he’s rounding the corner and there you are. muttering softly to a voice, that he now notices is much smaller and pitchier than yours.

coming from a carbon copy of him. no thats not right. its a mix, of his features and yours. your genetics definitely won but he can see himself mixed with you.

the girl has stopped talking, just staring now, causing you to turn.

“Hello Captain Price.”

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"Do you need a bucket?"

"Don't speak to me right now."

Sir John Price didn't try to hide his smile as he stood in the solar near the couch where you laid sprawled out. You had called him there so you could out early in the morning, however you ended confining yourself to the couch with a shawl covering your eyes.

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Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Thinking of your ex-boyfriend John Price seeing you again for the first time after a nasty break-up that essentially didn't go as planned by him.

You knew what you were getting into when entering a relationship with a man who was a workaholic. You knew it was always a priority but you never thought that it had to be an ultimatum between you and that, clearly you were an idiot to think you were more important.

If only you hadn't asked his friend, why was he prolonging his time with you if his decision was set to end it with you when he got the promotion? What exactly would change in that short amount of time?

That night ended in screams, no matter how much John tried to tell you he loves you, it fell on deaf ears. "Actions speak louder than words" was always the saying and you know what? That applies to this, it applies to everything he's ever made you felt and the lack of exchange.

You tried so hardly to not discredit the past, but maybe he just used you. He only tolerated your love like it's a minor convenience for him, you were already there, it's not like he could be picky on who chooses to take care of him.

But who cares right? That was three years ago and you two live separate lives now. John was out there doing god knows what with his colleagues drinking his nights away as he took another woman in bed every night in hopes to drown you out his mind.

If it wasn't for his friend's influence that one drunken night, John wouldn't have said yes to attending a black-tie event. Wasn't ever his thing really, fancy settings with stuffy clothes.

He tried to fit in as far as he could, pretending to stare at whatever painting or sculpture he can spot when in reality no thoughts or feelings except one thing.

He was never one to appreciate or understand what most art try to convey but he once knew someone who did. This was a place you would've thrived in and maybe some part of him wanted you to be there, some sick joke life was playing really.

His whole body froze right as he knew it. There you were, that silk baby pink dress that just made you glow paired with that white fur shawl that he remembers you showed off to him. How adorable you were telling him that it caught your eye and might be useful at a formal event.

Something he thought he'd only ever see in his dreams again.

Barely blinking as you stared at the painting mounted on the wall with this golden frame, you expression deep in thought yet your eyes were glassed with admiration.

What does he do? Without thinking, he stepped forward in hopes that his body would be strong enough to be able to approach you.

He was about to when.. a man approaches you, embracing you from behind. You were caught of guard but you quickly realize who it was and it was clear to John what your familiarity was with this man.

The image of the man burying his face on the nape of your neck was more than enough to cruelly twist the knife in his heart that's been lodged there for the past 3 years.

Those three words uttered by the man, loud enough for John to hear, the same one you'd always tell him but he rarely returned for a reason he himself is unaware of.

The sound of the camera clicks snapped Price out of his trance, paparazzi, who wouldn't want to capture an intimate, romantic moment between a couple who both happened to be rich.

He couldn't do anything to fix this even if he tried, for all he knew you were now in the arms of a influential, dangerous man who would destroy John's life if he wanted to. He gulps, not knowing what to do..

A/n: Was this inspired by that one scene from Twisted LIes?? Idk what you're talking about 👀 ALSO DON'T SPOIL ME, I'M ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE BOOK

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