Morgan Myst

i'm ovulating so my and my hormones came up with amazing horny idea; Price who is Reader's fertility doctor, HEAR ME OUT

you're married into royality and your fertility health is very important as it's essential you produce an heir. Price is a rebuted gynecologist and fertility doctor assigned to your service. It's just that he's so fucking hot and you have been so deprived, your husband being a selfish pos isn't helping, so you're already having a hard time controlling the flush that spreads down your whole body while Price does your routine check ups. He has you on your back, naked, examining your pussy that's weeping around his gloved fingers (he doesn't do "tools", old school and all). Your check ups then gradually increase in time, and he makes sure your breasts and nipples are healthy and have no suspicious masses, you pussy and clit are healthy, and you lose count of the amount of times you orgasm around his fat fingers, both of you feigning ignorance and refusing to address that this is a bit too unprofessional for a routine check-up. The pressure from the court to produce an heir increases and you know it's your husband who's infertile (he would've knocked up the maids by now if he wasn't, the cheating pos that he is), so Price needs to make sure he examines your pussy walls for possible masses that may be hindering your fertility in all positions: has you on you knees as you squirt down on his hand, ass red from his constant kneading. Chest to chest against the wall as he prods at your soar and red pussy, orgasm hitting you like a blazing bolt (makes sure to kiss you through it, with tongue). He even teaches you techniques to stimulate your husband's semin production, he says that it will increase his virility as he has you on your knees, naked, holding the back of your head and guiding your warm mouth to his weeping cock, your eyes gazing up at him as he throws his head back in pleasure. He tells you foreplay is just as important for a healthy sexual relationship as his swollen cock rubs between your folds, swollen head of his cock rubbing against your sensitive clit, cumming on him as he releases thick ropes of his own spend on your eager pussy. You two do everything short of actual intercourse, the constant pressure to have a baby increasing the length and frequency of your visits because who else will support you in this hardship other than your doctor?

thank you

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Ghost:

Price:

Gaz: Suds, warn us first before hitting us with the unprovoked squirrel brain bs

Ghost: *crashing out* Wait?! The hell do you mean WHEN?!

At first he’d assumed it was because you wanted time after giving birth to your daughter, which he was totally okay with, but after 5 months he started thinking there may be another reason.

He waited until Lily was asleep for her nap before he pulled you to sit with him on the sofa. “Hey love..”

It reassures him slightly when you smile up at him happily. “Hi..”

He feels like a nervous teenager, avoiding your eye contact and clearing his throat whilst he thinks of a way to start the conversation.

Your brows furrow slightly as you reach out to grab his hand. “John?”

Scooping you into his lap is somewhat to comfort you and somewhat to break the tension of a serious conversation. “I love you.. you know that, hm?”

It pains him slightly to see your expression go to concern and confusion. “I know.. John, what’s the matter?”

“You know I’d never pressure you into anything?”

“Of course I do..”

“I don’t want you to think we have to have sex, I’m just.. if there’s a reason you don’t want to, you can tell me..”

It’s expected that you pull away but it doesn’t stop him from cringing slightly, resisting the urge to hug you closer.

“Oh..”

His heart practically falls out of his ass at how hurt you look. “No- I’m not- I just.. I just wanted to know if I did something or if I could do something to make you feel comfortable..”

You shake your head slightly and the sight of tears in your eyes makes him temporarily forget he’s a war hardened soldier, feeling immediately desperate to cheer you up.

You pull away entirely, standing up in front of him. “I’m not.. the same- as before I was pregnant, John.. physically..”

He’s on his feet in a second, swiping a tear from your cheek before it can fall. “You know that’s not a problem for me love, I don’t expect you to be exactly the same as when we met and I love that..”

“You don’t get it..”

“You’re right, of course you are, there’s no way for me to understand what you’ve been through to give us our daughter.. but I love it.. all of the changes - stretch marks, loose skin - just shows what you went through..”

You shake your head and turn away from him. “No- I know you love that, you remind me all the time..”

He chuckles slightly, wrapping his arms round your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Then what’s the matter? Talk to me baby, I want you to be comfortable with me..”

The silence stretches, and he lets it, he knows whatever the issue this is clearly a big deal to you.

“I’m not going to be..” You clear your throat, shuffling your feet. “tight.. anymore..”

That he didn’t expect, he hadn’t even considered that you would be worried about that. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

He feels your response rather than hears it, your head nodding against his.

“Love.. that’s not- that would never be an issue, you can’t help that, that’s not what sex is for me..”

You turn round in his arms, staying pressed against his chest. “No?”

He leans down, letting his forehead fall against yours. “No.. sex is also about us being close and showing you how much I love you..”

He slowly realises just how much you’ve been in your own head about this, if the way you frown is enough to go by. “But.. it’s not going to feel as good for you”

Despite the fact you’re already pressed to his chest he manages to hug you closer. “Any time I spend with you is amazing, no matter what, no question about it.”

“John..”

He pulls back, but only enough to look you in the eye. “I’m serious. I love you more than anything, every single physical change you’ve been through just reminds me how strong you are. You pushed a BABY out of you love, our daughter grew inside of you for 9 months, of course that’s going to change your body.”

This time when your eyes fill with tears it isn’t from embarrassment but rather the realisation of just how amazing your husband is. “Mean it?”

Being upset at old man Price.

You hate feeling like this. Feeling angry, tingly, and hot. It makes your head hurt and eyes blurry with tears as your ears ring. Your jaw and palms hurt from how hard you’ve been clenching them. But it’s all thanks to no other than the man himself. John Price.

What did he do exactly? He hit home. He hit exactly where it hurts the most. John knows you’re a sensitive girl at heart. But that doesn’t stop him from putting his foot in his mouth and saying something stupid.

One comment. A few words. Something that practically fell out his mouth without a second thought.

Is all it takes to have you huffy, sniffly, and pissed to high heavens right now. You haven’t said a single word to him let alone come near him. God is it bothering John badly. He’s frowning and furrowing his eyebrows as he watches you curl up in the corner of the couch upset with him. He spreads his legs a little wider and pats his thighs gently inviting you to come over.

“C’mon peanut. You know I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Daddy’s sorry and just wants to hold you.” John calls out to you in his leather chair. His arms are spread out wide and waiting for you. It’s tearing him apart to see you like this.

“No John…” The venom in your tone made him wince. He hasn’t heard that name from your lips in a long time. “Cause I’m too much of a fucking hassle for you to deal with right?…” You hiccup shortly after only making him groan.

“No no baby. You’re my sweet girl who deserves all the love and attention in the world. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you deserved any less than that for even a minute.” He readjusts his hips and grabs your favorite soft blanket putting it on his lap. “I can see you shivering and fidgeting over there peanut. Come to Daddy.” In a moment of weakness you wipe your face with your forearms and walk over.

You plop down and bury your face into his burly, warm chest. He rubs your back in circles as you hiccup and sniffle. The rhythmic rocking of the John and the chair begin to take away the tingly feeling. Each kiss on your scalp lessens the pressure of your headache. Gentle hums and soothing vibrations of his chest quiet the ringing in your ears.

“I love you peanut.”

don’t even get me started on my hatred for heatwaves omg🫩

and yes we can get the boys and reader keeping cool

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"Fuckin' hell," Price barges into your apartment unannounced not even looking your way as he heads right for the kitchen.

"Hello to you, too?" You get off the floor and follow him, watching as he takes the liberty of getting a water from the fridge and chugging half of the bottle. "You realize I only gave you guys keys in case of emergencies, right?"

"35 degrees is very well an emergency, love."

You stare at him blankly and shrug, not having gotten completely used to Celsius just yet. Price sighs and thinks for a few seconds. "95."

You nod and decide to get a water for yourself as well, shoving him to the side and grabbing one. You get to small talk when you hear your door open again. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. Heavy ass footsteps and the balaclava thrown onto the counter was more than enough information to go off of. Simon opens the freezer and sticks his head in, sighing dramatically in relief. Before you could ask what he was doing, the door opens again and in come Johnny and Gaz loudly complaining about the heat.

"Freezer's taken," Simon calls out and flips them off when they start complaining about it. The whole time, you're watching the chaos unfold and suddenly your place feels much too cramped to hold an additional four grown adults in the middle of a heatwave. Price gets waters for the others and you can only stand the noise for so long before cutting into the conversation.

"What the hell are you all doing here?"

They stop and look at you, then Johnny takes a gulp of water. "AC went out at the barracks and yer the only one with an apartment."

i love you, you hiccup. john stops just for a second before a litany of his own confession drop from his maw, unstopping and unwavering like now that the dam's been unlatched, everything just begins to pour out ceaselessly.