#cod price

You made simon spoiled.

When you first met Simon, he was living in a rubish place with minimal-need furniture. A worn-out couch that he used to sleep in. A camping-like table used to eat tasteless but fueling food, work. He even doesn’t have a tv! He just stare at the white walls of his studio.

You knew Simon got a LOT of money, so why would he lives like this? The guy doesn’t even has a pillow, just old shirt he rolls under his head.

That’s why the tf141 was surprised when they met you -a spoiled little thing. How the lieutnant who lives like a victorian peasant could be with a high-maintenance girlfriend?

You have basically anything.

Outfit from the lastest trend, it even looks like you are the one making them. Fresh blowout every two weeks at the salon -that shit’s expensive. Perfectly manicured nails. An entire closet of shoes and bags.

Some could thinks that Ghost is a skinflint, but he just thinks he doesn’t deserve it. While you-his perfect sweet and pretty girlfriend- deserves the whole world and more. He doesn’t mind throwing all his money on you.

You have been together for a few years now. You kind of started to live in his mid apartment. With that, you brought your own furnitures as there was none in his place.

With your eight pillows, fluffy plaids, infinite wardrobe, enough skincare products to open an entire cosmetic shop.

After months living with Ghost -and sharing your lifestyle with him- you finally made Simon a spoiled thing.

He pouts when he doesn’t have kisses, wears your headband when shaving, grumpy when he doesn’t have his overly too sweet -type 2 diabetes- coffe in the morning. Sleeps with three pillows and your stuffie. Watch tv shows.

You made him gain self-estime. Thanks to your relationship he knows that he’s worthy of sparkle of sweetness and comfort in his life.

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⤷ cw: smut, age gap(reader is in their early 20’s), missionary, fraternization, spit(just once), breeding kink.

john price who was hesitant to approach you at first, knowing about your little crush on him that soap always teased him about.

“lil bonnie has a crush on ya’ cap, why not date the sweet thing ay?” he’ll chuckle amused, patting price on the back as he puffs out a smoke.

“i’m not datin’ a kid” he grumbles unamused, putting out his cigar as he stands to leave.

scoffing at the thought as he walked through the mess, you definitely are a cute young thing. all eager and obedient every time you were needed for something.

all soft and pliant, the plump of your ass and the fat on your hips making him wonder how good it would be to fuck you raw hold you close.

but it’s.. unprofessional, really. not only is he twice your age but it would also be fraternization. an old bloke like him with such a cute thing to breed go out with, feeling all the judgmental stares as he holds you by the waist.

“cap? hello?” he’s suddenly startled by your voice, grumbling under his breath as he rubs his face. definitely out of surprise and not because his cheeks were flushed.

“christ kid, what did ya need from me?” he grumbles annoyed, trying hard to focus as he stares down at your cute figure.

eyes staring at him so intently, cheeks rising with every raise of your lips, and god that smile. holding a folder between those soft hands of yours, your nipples lightly peeking over your dress shirt.

it was taking every ounce of him to not take you right here and now. “i just needed you to approve this for the next batch of supplies coming in, it would be really nice if you could do it” you mumble shyly.

john price was a patient man, but seeing a sweet little thing be so shy and needy for him was too much. he couldn’t let you suffer alone now, could he?

well that’s what he believed right now, hands pushing your knees to your chest as he pistons his thick cock into you. thumb holding down your tongue as you whined for him, cock drunk as all you could think about was his thick girth splitting you open.

sobbing from pleasure as he spits into your mouth, tongue lapping at your tears before giving you a deep kiss. planting wet kisses on your collar, rutting deeper into you as he sucks on your nipple.

“fuck, mactavish was right. i should just breed ya full and put a nice ring on that finger yeah?”

i love old man price, he’s so yummy (i might write fauxcest?)

was gonna specify his smell, but some ppl don’t like smoking and i don’t really want ppl uncomfortable. kinda awkward bc i used to smoke lol.

pervy roomate könig will be posted tomorrow! it ended up longer than i expected and i have a few more oneshots otw so i wanna post at least 2 tgt tomorrow :3

hope you guys enjoy!!

He practically pounces on you, stripping himself bare of his clothes and then yours.

His muscles ache but he missed his love way too much to care, his face smushed against your cheek, growling in your ear as he thrusts.

His thick meaty tip keeps ramming itself against your soft velvety cervix, making your head swim deliciously.

"John! Don't stop im gonna cumimgonnacumimgonnacum— cumming!"

You moaned, clawing at his broad back, his hips slamming into your pelvis harder and harder.

He lets out a groan, feeling his orgasm approaching fast, the coil in his belly snaps as he fills you up with warm gooey semen.

You're both left panting as you hold eachother on the couch

-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)

-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!

-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)

-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.

-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”

-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.

He’s never ever heard of that word associated with him in his life.

Probably.

Did he get you pregnant on purpose? Not this time. The man was eager to fuck, 7 months out of divorce, he’d been fooling around with you for a month or so. You were more than ten years younger than him, hot and ready on a silver platter, nice, had that sweet look in your eyes that John couldnt get enough of— not a chance he’d ignore your advances.

Everything was fine and dandy till you stopped taking his calls. Then his texts. You aren’t answering the door to your flat. Not posting on social media anymore. He doesn’t investigate.

Well, not for the first couple of months.

See the man doesn’t take too well with being left in the dirt, doesn’t not do relationships either.

Not after you so shyly asked if he could stay a little longer after your first one night stand. Not after he basked in your afterglow. Ever so tempting, got mystified in every inch of you, from you’re pretty face, every messy curl on your head, your breasts, to your stomach, your thighs your heat between them— that voice that was purring his ear about how thankful you were that he stayed because you’d never in your life been screwed like that.

“M sorry, that was too much.”

“No,” his hand caresses your face, “that was just enough. Ta dove.”

He intended on finding a spot into your life.

So when he finally sees you passing the street, curls high and out of your face, round stomach peaking out of the off shoulder cropped sweater you’re wearing, breast starting to get larger and swollen, a certain glow about you in the flowing beige skirt you wore— he knew for a fact the baby growing inside your womb was his and you would be his for the rest of your lives.

You didn’t know it yet, didn’t know it until he popped up at your new place with your favorite cake from your favorite bakery in hand. Cupped your face and murmured, ‘Was worried about you dovie.’ And your stupid heart fluttered.

Baby Daddy!Price is a good soon to be father, he joins you at the appointment and the baby classes, so adamant about you eating healthy but also helping you eat what you and the baby want. Rubs your feet and your shoulders, may or may not have given your cunt half of his manhood when you were desperate to cum, buys everything the baby may need and even curses out some family members because you wanted the baby shower to be small and intimate, not some big bash where everyone but you is drinking.

But the man doesn’t persuade you to move, you are, in fact, moving. Got you a bigger house so you could even have your own room (you weren’t redy to get back together yet), claims it’s all for the baby. The baby needs the family to be together. The baby needs to see his parents on good terms, the baby needs to be close to his grandparents, the baby likes his voice and his touch so John needs to keep his hands on you in some shape or form.

Lies.

But he’s tame for you. The old man adores you, loves the joy and experience you’re giving him that no one else on the planet has given him. And he’s sharing this experience with you. It can’t get any more perfect than that, can it?

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Price had been hearing it for weeks.

“Old dog’s can’t learn new tricks, price” Soap would grin across the table. Ghost’s low chuckle followed like smoke. “Bet the missus is bored stiff, Captain.”

Price never rose to the clear ragebait in front of the boys, but the words..stuck. You were younger, gorgeous, and God— always eager for him… yet a small, ugly part of him wondered if they were right. He’d never exactly been the adventurous type in bed—solid, thorough, but not… inventive.

So he cornered Gaz one night after drills.

“Need a favor, Sergeant.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”

Price rubbed the back of his neck, face already red with what he could only pin as embarrassment. “You’re good with the ladies. I want lessons. Real ones.”

Gaz blinked, then a slow, wicked grin spread. “You want a demonstration, Captain?”

Price’s jaw flexed. “Please..”

You’re well and truly asleep in your bedroom when you hear the door creak open. You’d be more worried but you’re so comfy, you can’t find it in yourself to care all that much. Besides, more than likely, it’s just your partner, John.

You don’t even care when the intruder climbs on top of you and starts pulling down your bottoms.

You only start to care a little when you hear the sound of a zipper, but you immediately melt back into the bed at the familiar sound of John’s gravelly voice, mumbling into your ear.

“Shhh. Jus’ me, love.” He presses a kiss below your ear and you feel him slip inside your hole. Once he's fully inside, he drops his entire bodyweight on top of you, pressing deeper into you and nudging that one spot that especially makes you squirm.

"John.." You push your hips back into him and bury your face in the pillow.

He huffs, not moving except to press you further into the mattress, "G'back to sleep."

You wish you could squirm at least a little bit to get some more stimulation going, but you're completely stuck.

What makes it even worse is when he falls asleep and you just know that he won't be awake for another few hours.