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rodolfoparras · 2 days
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i say this with as much war and hate as possible, but FUCK KONIG. he is such a stupid little bitch, every day i pray for his downfall.
Damn you have history together??
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dave2olkat · 4 months
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is the gold pilot au still continuimmhtjgt
No, I'm sorry, I'm scrapping this whole au to pursue my true passion project, a One million word Coffee Shop-Star Wars! AU with Dirk/The Condesce/Sollux as the main ship. I'm naming it after My Chemical Romance song lyrics, I already have half of it written.
That was a joke, by the way, of course GP will continue! I have most of the next chapter written, but was taking a break while I graduated college and spent the Holidays with my family. But don't worry, the next chapter drops in the next two weeks, and I'm also working on more GP art. If anyone has any questions on it, feel free to send an ask lol
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rodolfoparras · 2 days
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Okay, but imagine Price stressed and completely overwhelmed. He snaps at anyone who bothers him with meaningless things. Who cares if he hasn't eaten since last night? He has work to get done. No, he hasn't slept, he has to prepare for a meeting. He even snaps at Gaz and Soap when they come to refill his coffee. This finally gets mentioned to you after a few days of this. You frown and get a determined look as you march towards his office. You knock and ignore the snappy 'What?' You enter and walk over to his desk. You block out his grouching as you pull his chair away from his desk. You heave him over your shoulder, ignoring his demands to be set down and to stop this nonsense. You walk through the hallways with him over your shoulder. Price does all he can to get free, pulling and pinching your back. That does nothing to you as you open your door and toss him onto the bed. You demand for him to sleep. You stand right in front of the door, glaring at him. You wait for the exhaustion to catch up to him.
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Idk why but there’s something so amusing about price having a s/o that fusses over him like he does over his team, it’s a bit strange since he’s always making sure everyone’s doing okay that they’ve eaten slept and hopefully haven’t unnecessarily killed anyone but when it comes to taking care of himself? He couldn’t care less
He’s had this shitty back pain since he returned from a mission but he refuses to go get it checked bc he can deal with it, he’s lazy when it comes to cooking meals usually opting for microwaved pizza and he’d spend all day inside sleeping or planning for the next mission
But you’re the one who makes sure to massage him at night telling the sweet thing you won’t let him ride you unless he lets you massage him afterwards and he’s huffing and saying how dramatic I am being but agrees to it anyway bc he’ll happily agree to anything with your cum in his ass
Forcing price to help you in the kitchen and he’s always complaining and talking about how you just should’ve stuck to microwaved dinner but he quickly upgrades from preparing veggies to searing meet and you know it doesn’t hurt that you’re eyeing him up while he’s getting hot oil all over himself
Or forcing price to take the bike to the closest pub around or forcing him to watch sunset with you same thing grumpy old man words until he’s cuddling up into you and you’re doing best to hide the smile on your face
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rodolfoparras · 3 days
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To be honest, I'm a pussy to angst as well. I love fluff or hurt/comfort fics. I just love the fact that you could be smothered in love after something shifty happened.
For example:
I need Price to heave my ass out of bed after rotting in it for 4 days. I need him to help me shower and get dressed in actual clothes. He'll definitely cook something and make sure I get it all down. Then he'll cuddle with me, smothering me in love and affection.
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Oh Absofuckinglutely 🧎🏻‍♂️ imagine messing up on a mission and all you can do is blame yourself and stay in bed and price tries to gently coax you out with words and actions but when none of it works he gives you space and at some point you hit the 1 week mark and he’s dragging you out of bed, and into the shower whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he washes you up “you did your best” he says as he scrubs your back “mistakes happen” he says as lathers up your arms
Literally just stares at you while you eat whatever’s on your plate you don’t mind it feels comforting in some way, his soft cerulean eyes peering at you over his coffee mug, fingers nervously fidgeting with his wedding band bc he is deeply worried for you alright? No matter how much he has to look put together for you
You’re the first to suggest watching a movie and he sighs in relief as he takes a seat on the couch and cuddles up to you, a bit into the movie you feel him stare and when you turn your head he quickly clasps your face in his hands before he gives you a firm kiss “I love you” is all he says before he continues on with the movie like nothing happened
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rodolfoparras · 3 days
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So I found this gif of a guy getting spanked with a belt and I immediately thought of Price who's hair has grown out during leave and reader (or whoever) is spanking him as he bites the pillow
https://www.tumblr.com/bi-dude-alternate-account/698870643701202944
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See I’ve never been into spanking bc I just didn’t get the hype of it UNTIL I discovered spanking someone with a belt but if you blur your eyes this definitely looks like price but need him more chubby so I can imagine his peach all red sweet little dimples all over it skin jiggling every time the leather kisses it
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rodolfoparras · 2 days
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what country are you from? if you're comfortable saying ofc 🫶
- 🚁 anon
Hello sugar!! Oh I don’t mind answering this question! I’m from Bosnia and Hercegovina it’s a very small country in Eastern Europe!
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rodolfoparras · 5 months
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Now consider : Free use! Reader but in a/b/o setting
- the a/b/o spitball had every male centric writer in Tumblr scrambling on their feet was delicious btw.
Omega Price who should be above behavior like this but when the three other omegas are asleep he’s sneaking into your room and sinking down on your cock bouncing on it until he reaches his orgasm even staying on your knot because after all if anyone had the right to carry your pups it was the oldest of them all
Omega Gaz and omega Soap who happen to go into heat at the same time and are impatient as ever when it comes to using you, with gaz bouncing on your cock chasing his release while soap is begging and pleading for him to hurry, all while you’re sat at your desk doing paperwork, or sat in the sofa watching a tv show, or at least trying to do so. It would only end with Soap riding your face while Gaz bounces on your cock and it doesn’t take long before they’re arguing over who’s to take your knot
Omega Ghost who feels comfortable enough to take your knot for the first time. Gaz and Soap were supposed to help assist him but when it came down to it, they couldn’t contain themselves, went so many rounds with you until you passed out but Ghost was still sitting there, slick pooling between his thighs whining and whimpering for someone to help him out so they make swift work of preparing him with their fingers before they help him sink down on your cock, all while you’re falling in and out of consciousness
Spitball w/ me?
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rodolfoparras · 7 months
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think about price who constantly refers to his lover as 'the wife' with lovesick eyes to 141
now imagine 141 loosing their SHIT on the inside when they first meet 'the wife' and she isn't some petite pretty little housewife like they imagined but instead a large ass man built like a fucking TANK and easily towers over Simon who is the tallest of the group. price still refers to him as 'the wife' with the dorkiest grin ever and 141 doesnt let him live it down, threatening him with telling 'the wife' whenever he doesnt let them do something stupid
(feral anon)
(i want to be 'the wife' so bad but sadly i am a short transmasc that doesn't look like a man at all)
(your posts cure my gender disphoria)
A/N: I loved this idea and I’ve been wanting to write a fluff piece for my old man so here u go, something very light hearted ! Excuse any mistakes I wrote it within an hour or so!
It’s no secret that Price likes to keep his private life and work life separated, not many people know he’s married and he likes to keep it that way.
However he has no qualms about 141 finding out about the person he loves so much, matter of fact Laswell was the first to know, all unplanned of course.
It all happened when the two of them snuck away from the rowdy group of men to smoke. Sitting inside would’ve been a better option. It was warm inside, they had decent lighting and were within hand’s distant to their drinks but that would also mean they were at risk of losing their hearing or getting elbowed in the stomach or face by the drunken men, so outside it is.
Price offers her his cigar, which she takes gracefully muttering something along the lines of “my wife doesn’t like it when I smoke” while taking a drag from the tobacco leaf.
“Neither does mine” he says with crows feet appearing around his eyes and lips curling up into a smile.
“You’re married?” Laswell says, only with a hint of surprise on her face as she hands the cigar back to him.
“Happily” he says smile still present as ever on his face before he takes a drag from the cigar as well “been that way for four years now”
She just nods in response before she takes the cigar back, and that’s pretty much how Laswell finds out about Price’s spouse.
The next person to find out about it is Gaz.
141 had been out on a mission that day, and Gaz had taken the impulsive decision to head straight into the fire in hopes of getting important intel. He’s managed to get it but not without getting scolded for his reckless behavior by Price. Hours later and the guilt is still eating at him so he decides to make his way over to Price’s office in an attempt to make amends with the older man.
Gaz takes a deep breath before he knocks on Price’s office door.
“Come on in” he hears the older man’s voice.
Gaz walks in only to be met with the sight of Price seated in his office chair, paper work scattered about on his desk and a cigar resting between his index and middle finger.
“Sir” Gaz says, awkwardly shuffling in place. “I’d like to apologize for earlier today”
“Already forgotten”
The surprise must’ve been clear on his face because the older man can’t help but chuckle.
“Sit down” Price says pointing at the chair opposite to him before taking another drag from the tobacco leaf.
Gaz swiftly takes a seat, hands resting on his knees, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
There’s a moment of silence as Price rearranges the paper in a neat pile on his desk, pen carefully placed next to it before he speaks again.
“You got someone special waiting for you back home?”
Once again Gaz is surprised but this time the older man just looks at him and smiles.
“I do, sir”
“So do I” Price says smile getting bigger as he folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair. “Oh don’t look at me like that I’m not that old am I?”
“No - no sir” Gaz says, hands awkwardly flailing about and feeling his ears burn as he blurts out the words.
Price’s smile grows even bigger before he begins to explain “point is I’m sure that special someone wants you back home alive, if anything were to happen to me I’m sure the wife would find a way to haunt me in the after life”
Price’s gaze falls to his hands, fingers fidgeting with his wedding band.
Oh.
The wife.
The ring.
The captain is married.
“Sometimes we have to do things we rather not do to make sure we come back home to them, keep that in mind Garrick”
“Yes sir” Gaz says, mind still processing this new found information.
“Good, now if you excuse me I have someone to call,”
Gaz without thinking says “the wife?”
Price only chuckles but nods his head in confirmation “the wife”
Soap is the third person to find out and it happens while 141 are relaxing on base, playing cards and drinking beer.
Price walks in with black slacks and a white button, rolled all the way up to his elbows. On top of that there’s an invisible trail of cologne that seems to follow his form.
“Captain! Come join us” soap says not even looking up at the man but instead keeping laser focus on the cards in his hand.
“No can do boys I’m heading out with the wife”
Soap almost drops the cards in his hand, head turning so fast Price is surprised he doesn’t get whiplash. “You’re married?”
“I am” Price says trying to suppress his chuckle when he sees Gaz peaking at Soap’s cards. “You weren’t planning on proposing were you soldier?” Price jokes which sends the rest of the group into a fit of laughter.
Soap physically recoils at that, head turning back to his cards and muttering a “to you captain? No thanks”
“Alright then, I’m heading out” Price says, choosing to ignore soaps comments, as he pulls on his jacket“don’t wait up!”
As Price makes his way over to the front door, he hears the group continuing to tease soap, can even hear the Scotsman accuse Gaz of looking at his cards, but he quickly forgets about everything as he sees you parked outside and waiting for him.
Ghost was very well aware of Price’s spouse, had even been the first person to know that Price was planning to propose.
The two of them had been in an entirely different squad, and less familiar with each other when they got sent out on a mission. A lot of things went wrong that day so much so Ghost and Price weren’t sure if the both of them would get back home alive. So Price had taken the opportunity to tell him about this special someone, how he was planning to propose to this person when they were scheduled to go back home, had even forced a wedding band in the palm of Ghost’s hand and told him to give it to the person if Price doesn’t make it out alive.
Luckily the both of them had managed to get out alive and Ghost had gotten the opportunity to watch Price put the ring on this person’s hand.
With that being said Ghost should be able to recognize this person if they were to appear in front of him but it’s been years so when he hears someone asking where Price is he doesn’t think twice about telling them, chalking it up to some poor lost recruit looking for the captain, while keeping his eyes on the weapon he’s cleaning.
However he doesn’t get to do much more before he hears another voice.
“Who’s the guy?” says soap, confusion clear in his tone.
Ghost turns to the other man and the annoyance must’ve been clear in his eyes because Soap raises his hands in an apologetic manner. “Oh sorry did i interrupt something important “ he says with a smile on his face.
“Anyway a tall really tall dude maybe taller than the ghost?” He pauses as if contemplating before he continues to explain “was looking for Price, really buff too…” he trails off while glancing down at his arms “hey you think I should work out more?”
Ghost just sighs before he returns to cleaning his weapon but he’s once again interrupted when Gaz walks in.
“Captain wants to see us in his office”
And that’s when he fully gives up on the task as he follows the two other men over to Price’s office, grumbling over why the captain was calling them over while putting up with the chatter from the Scotsman telling Gaz all about the giant that just passed him.
It doesn’t take much before they find themselves in front of Price’s office.
Through the door they can hear Price’s voice along with a much deeper voice, holding a conversation.
Soap is the first to knock on the door, while sharing confused glances with the two other men.
“Come in”
The three men enter the room only to be met with the sight of Price standing behind his office chair where a man is sitting in it, both of them sporting equally bright smiles on their faces.
“Boys” Price says, face ever so proud as he looks down at the man “meet the wife”
The man stands up, tall just like Soap had described him and when he reaches a hand out they see a wedding band that matches the one on Price’s hand.
“I’m the wife” you say with a big smile on your face.
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rodolfoparras · 1 month
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https://twitter.com/sluttywh0r3/status/1743622202396709016?t=eIoUd1MqBJYDqphp6AHGqA&s=19
all i can think about is kyle gaz garrick
Okay but thinking about Gaz being super vocal in bed, and when you first got together he had briefly mentioned it, you just didn’t know to what extent.
Maybe at first he’d try to keep the noises in because what if it was too much or too early on in your relationship for you to discover this side of him? But you wouldn’t let him do so, pulling away any objects he’s using to muffle the sounds while firmly telling him “let me hear you Gaz”
And that’s all it takes to get him to sing like a bird in bed, breathy words of praise and demands whispered in between each kiss, as he tugs on your clothes to pull you closer to him
“Mm- that’s ah that’s nice, keep going yes,” he’d say voice breathy and strained, head tipped back and eyes fluttering shut as he feels you kissing along his neck
“Oh come on don’t tease,” he’d whine into the crock of your neck, gently nipping at the skin when your hands and mouth wander everywhere except for where he needs them.
“ bloody hell- can you- Ah can you just fuck me please?” He’d say through gritted teeth, when you continuously tease him by rubbing your cock between his cheeks, pre smearing all over his thighs and cockhead missing his rim with every thrust.
“Just- just a bit more- like ah- like that yes yes yes keep going please” he’d squeak out with his hands around your neck, heels digging into your cheeks in an attempt to burry your cock deeper inside him.
“More more need more please feels so good so good god !” He’d yell out even though he had flipped the two of you over and is practically bouncing on your cock.
And the closer he gets to the edge, the more incoherent his words get, no longer able to mutter any praises or demands and when that happens you’ll stop in the middle of what you’re doing only to hear a bunch of protests tumble out of his mouth. “Nononono come on why did you stop?!”He’d yelp out, wide eyed while desperately clutching onto your shoulders.
“What do you want Gaz? Need you to use your words” You’ll say with a sickly sweet smile on your face, trying to keep your cool even though you’re practically loosing it at the way he’s clenching down on your cock.
Gaz would just huff out and wipe the tears from his eyes before his poor hoarse voice continues to instruct you. “Please please I’m so close just please fuck me! That’s what you want to hear? Please -“he’ll blabber out, words fading out as you start fucking him harder, deeper. “Ah- ah god oh god just like that, so good so good yes!”
Eventually his voice would fade into a whisper, muttering praises and promises while hiding in the crook of your neck, feeling satiated and plugged full of your cum
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rodolfoparras · 1 month
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Anyways.... Omega soap is a baby trapper. No questions asked. (Wanted to make it poly, but idk how to write multiple people jumping on one dick (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) / I think this all comes across fanon in cod but, Johnny's is a certified baby trapper, even higher than Price.)
Tw: Not beta read, we die like so-🔫 men, a/b/o elements , Baby trapping , Dubious Consent
Johnny is a rambunctious wild spirit for an omega, Free spirited in ways that turns off people, but you, you do atleast that's what he thinks. You've grown distant in a few days, noticeably busying yourself with tasks handed to you by Price and steered away from him at every turn.
He's grown antsy, frantic, pheromones all over the place at the prospect of losing you. He decides to sweeten himself up, acting docile in your presence, purposely spraying enhancing pheromone perfumes to catch even a speck of your attention, acting like a good omega should.
But you don't, not even a single lingering glance and it sends him whining to himself like a kicked dog. Have you grown tired of him? Have you found a sweeter omega? Has his personality rubbed you off some wrong way?
He has grown to share this with the other members of the omega's task force, yapping on from your rather sudden change.
"He's... Probably nearing his rut, you know how alpha's get in a loner phase when it's time" Gaz remarks, returning to his own work, frankly tired of the redundant complaining reaching his ears on each break.
A lightbulb lights up on his head and he's racing to your room, he can practically hear the low mewls and rustling of fabric being dragged on the floor.
He opens it to reveal you all hot and bothered, without a mate in sight and a musk that practically sends him down on all fours.
He cooes at you gently, letting you sniff and pull him down with you, letting you claw his hips as you get a scent of slick starting to gather in his trousers.
It's not long before he's all bare, clawing at the floor, while his poor neglected hole gets eaten and prepped, two fingers slotted in.
Not one word is spared between you, an obvious scowl on your face, but your cock head already pushing his rim. He shouldn't be here, not at your most potent state, not wanting to tie him with a pup or an inconvenient knot.
Meanwhile his mind is scrambled, eyes brimming with tears from relieve from being wanted again, arms clawing and legs trapping you, to lock you at each knot.
He can't possibly relive those hellish weeks of your ignorance. He decides there and then. He has to intertwine you with him.
He comes by your barracks after weeks after your initial rut, a little box, filled with tests all positive pregnancy tests. He wants you, he needs you, and baby would all make that more solidified.
-💫
( Didn't expect people to like omega Price so well,,, I'm so shy )
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rodolfoparras · 2 months
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imagine soap having a small dick like atleast 4 to 5 inches and hes just so embarrassed about it so you get on your knees and edge him for hours until you let him cum and he cums ropes and ropes from that small dick of his and hes just so fucked out<33333
Thinking about Soap who’s insecure about his length until he gets naked in front of you and you shower him in nothing but praise; cooing at his little cock as the blood rushed down to his lower half, getting down on your knees and adoringly kissing the tip, dragging your tongue along the one small vein that shows so prominently, and watching pearls of pre appear as your lips and words of adoration brush over his skin, gently cupping his little cock in the palm of your hand and being amazed at how he fits so perfectly while stroking him
Or thinking about flicking the small fat tip while he’s riding your dick, watching the way he yells out in both embarrassment and pleasure as he inches closer to his release, even using your fingers as a cock ring to keep him from cumming and watching him sob at your teasing.
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rodolfoparras · 2 months
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thinking about gently spreading price's fat pussy lips apart, strings of his wetness refusing to break before landing a little spank on his clit. watching his back arch and eyes roll back. bonus points if you do it while fucking/fingering him bc he'll cum instantly <3
ahem but hope you're doing well this lovely morning :)
I’m literally losing my fucking mind bc hear me out
Thinking about lying between Price’s thighs just a hair away from his cunt, hot breath washing over his exposed flesh and raising goosebumps all over his skin, the warm feeling increasing as you whisper filthy words to him, his hips pathetically bucking up looking for the ghost of your touch, squeaks escaping his lips and chubby fingers fisting the sheets as you drag your tongue across his hot wet cunt.
You tell him to quiet down as you pry his lips apart, closely watching the strings of wetness reluctantly break apart before experienced fingers find his sensitive numb
Price tries to be quiet he really does, bites down on his hand to muffle the sounds but you can still hear the obscene squelching sounds his cunt makes as you work your fingers and mouth on him.
Sweet thing turns red in the face when he realizes how loud he’s being, turning even redder when you playfully tut in disappointment at him. But any trace of embarrassment is erased when you line your cockhead up with his entrance, the obscene squelching sounds now mingling with the sound of the needy noises escaping his lips
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rodolfoparras · 2 months
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we talk a lot about the characters being "loser boyfailures" and having no game and being rizless but think about the reader being that. guy in his thirties, no relationship ever, negative riz, absolutely no game, my man cannot speak to people without making 13 grammatical mistakes just an absolute pathetic wet dog vibes....
and the 141 boys could not want him more. they're absolutely head over heels for their loser boyfriend. i imagine Simon sees him bump into a chair and apologise to it and he's jumping his bones right then and there. pretty boy Kyle Gaz Garrick never goes anywhere without bringing his wet dog of a man with him. people are wondering how that happened and if he's blackmailing him, he gets very offended and sassy on his boyfriends behalf and when you're back home he rants to him about stupid people while milking his loser dick. Soap is just.... he's just himself the bigger the loser the more he wants the man. his boyfriend fucks up an interraction or fails at something and looks so wet and pathetic that he just has to put his dick in his mouth idk what to say Soap loves his loser boyfriends cock and when he tries and riz him up and falls flat on his face (literally and metaphorically) Soap just has to have him cream his hole im sorry but the man isn't letting his boyfriend go anywhere without having his mans loads in him. Price just loves him for the sincerity and how endearing his loser boyfriend is (just like an old man). the boyfriend will bring him coffee with a treat he tried making for Price and fuck up both the coffee and the treat but that old man will still praise you and give you kisses while his hand wanders bellow your waistband. with him Price gets to get rid of the anxiety of being too old to be useful because someone needs to make his boyfriend into a proper man. and when his boy does things right and suceeds Price rewards him by riding his phat loser cock for the whole night, milking load after load untill nothing comes out anymore
thanks for listening to the ramble i just want some love to the losers of society, there's too many perfect people in fics
Sugar!!!!!!! This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever read why do y’all leave these masterpieces in my inbox on anon you should post this sugar 🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️
Especially the gaz and price part???
Imagine all eyes on Gaz in whatever room he walks in they barley notice you behind him but he’s always got a hand around your waist, gently nudging you forward and introducing you as his boyfriend to whoever’s there
He lets you take the stage just endearingly staring at you while you try to make conversation with whoever was eager to meet the two of you
And after you’re done you got a goofy smile on your face feeling happy that you managed to get through that conversation without fucking it up
And Gaz? He’s swiftly pulling you into a room crashing his lips against yours and it doesn’t take much before he’s riding your cock marking you up and feeling all possessive because yes this wonderful sweetheart is his boyfriend and he needs the world to know that
Or you, Price’s boyfriend feeling a bit insecure because Price has so much experience and you have none but he loves it, loves how you look at his old man body with such amazement love how eager you are to learn how to get him off, tears trickling down your cheek as you suck his cock, using your hands wherever your mouth can’t reach
Or you being careful as ever when you first fuck, asking him if he’s okay, if you’re hurting him all while he’s looking at you with the biggest smile on his face because bloody hell how did he get so lucky to have someone as sweet as you and he’s even more endeared when you’re swiftly apologizing because you came too quickly
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rodolfoparras · 3 months
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blue collar men in theory >>>> blue collar men in practice 😭 theyre useless i tell you USELESS. picking out their clothes to wear to work, to wear out, fixing &. plating dinner because they work so hard… house wife/husband life is for some people but it is Not for me, i respect yall fr -🐾 who grew up in a small, blue collar town w/ a blue collar father
Sugar you’re making great points here but all I’m thinking about is retired!Price taking care of blue collar reader
Thinking about trying to convince Price to retire but he refuses claiming he doesn’t know what he’ll do all day, even joking about how you just want to see him prance around the house only wearing a robe while doing chores
But after he says it, you cant get the comment out of your head and all you can think about is him waiting for you at the door, in a robe the same color as his cerulean eyes, matching stockings pulled up his thighs and a plug buried in his ass
Thinking about him kissing your lips as soon as you step foot inside, lace clad cock rubbing upon your clothed one, getting you all worked up only to pull away telling you dinner is ready with a smile on his face.
And you’re hot on his trail, barely shrugging off your muddy boots before you’re in the kitchen with him
He’s got his back turned to you, as he plates your food for you but just when he’s about to finish up he feels you coming up behind, your big hands on his hips and your painfully hard cock rubbing against the cleft of his ass.
He pauses for just a second, a gasp escaping his lips as he revels into the feeling. However just when he’s about to tell you to wait, that you should eat before you do anything, you’re dropping down to your knees, pulling his robe to the side before swiftly pulling the plug out of his ass.
“Didn’t you say dinners ready?”
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rodolfoparras · 3 months
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Perfect couple . Obnoxious snorer price x reader who can sleep through calamities
This is such a sweet thought 😭
Everyone knows Price is an obnoxious snorer so 141 would rather not share room with him under any circumstances and sure while he scoffs and rolls his eyes at the comment he gets, he also throughly enjoys having a room all to himself
However one day when you join 141 on a mission, you end up sharing a tent with Price himself.
You don’t know about Price’s snoring habits and 141 didn’t have it in mind to tell you about it or they just wanted to ensure you’d get a glimpse of the hell they’ve been putting up with for years.
Now it was unusual for Price to share room with someone but he didn’t mind because the tent was rather spacious and he even made sure to give you a heads up about the snoring issues he’s got
“Don’t worry cap, I can sleep through anything,” you say seemingly unfazed by the sudden realization as you get yourself ready for bed
“We’ll see about that kid,”
Turns out that you weren’t lying about the fact, had it confirmed to him when you unconsciously swung an arm and a leg around his waist and held him in your embrace, seemingly unaware of all the grunting and groaning Price was doing for you to release him.
When you wake up the next morning, you do so with a smile on your face, well rested and with Price still laying in your embrace.
You jump in surprise eyes wide and with apologies rolling off of your tongue.
“Captain?! I am so sorry-“
Price just raises a hand in the air to get you stop talking, walks up on wobbly legs, head hung low to hide his flushed face before he puts on his slippers and walks out to the rest of the team.
“I’m not sharing a room with him again,”
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rodolfoparras · 3 months
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Oh gosh, hi hello howdy. I’ve always quietly lurked on your blog because it makes me so fucking feral but I’m too nervous about saying anything. But!! I’m being brave, saying hello, and idk bringing a little treat too I suppose
idk what specifically got me hooked onto this idea, but it was def something you wrote that was scream worthy but but all it did was make me imagine:
Price just being this perfect soldier, perfect leader, gruff and hard around the edges because he has to be in his line of work. Sharp voice, stern face, no-nonsense and all authority. Then reader comes around. Price is all bark and bite, but oh with reader—something shakes loose in his chest.
It doesn’t come up in the field. It doesn’t come up on base either. It’s some little dinky bar where the team has holed up in after a rough mission to celebrate a safe return and lick their wounds in relative, drunken peace. And it starts with just the brush of your arm against Price’s neck. It was an accident. You reached for something over his shoulder, Ghost handing you another drink or you swatting at a laughing Soap, and it was really just the loose fabric of your sleeve against Price’s skin.
Price has spent so long being alpha alpha alpha. It’s what’s expected of a military man, what’s expected of a captain and leader. But something about the touch against the back of his neck—of you touching his neck, holding him, collaring him. It’s lucky the lights are low enough no one notices the flush spreading across his face and the music is too loud to hear that soft little whimper.
Anywayyyy love the blog hehe <3
Hello sugar cube!! I’m so glad you popped in pls know y’all are genuinely always welcome here I can understand feeling nervous but believe me I absolutely love talking to y’all! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Also before I say anything else I just have to say you articulate yourself in such a beautiful way I absolutely love the way you write sugar🧎🏻‍♂️
Second of all I’ve always loved the thought of price giving up control
Imagine price who’s always been forced to take charge and make decisions, always been captain or lieutenant, someone important before he’s been a mere soldier, always carrying so much responsibilities on his shoulders
When you came around he hadn’t expected to start a relationship with you it kind of just happened much like he just happened to give up control to you
Price would always be up on his feet before anyone else, preparing coffee and making sure him and his team have everything they need for their mission, but now he’s woken up by the smell of coffee and met with the sight of your smiling face holding out a cup for him .
He takes it gracefully, sipping on it contentedly, feeling himself become more and more alert as the caffeine enters his system.
He’s just about to say how he needs to prepare for the upcoming mission when you abruptly cut him off with a kiss, ever so carful not to tip the cup of warm liquid on him.
He happily accepts your kiss, a contented sigh escaping his lips and it’s your smile that finally breaks the kiss.
“I’ve already prepared everything,” you say, smile still painted on your face.
He only manages a surprised “oh” in response, brows raising high at your words before he bashfully thanks you for what you’ve done.
Once he’s done with his coffee you put his mug down on the night stand before you take his hand and pull him out of the bed, playfully tugging him over to the bathroom where you’re quick to start up a shower for him.
He mumbles something under his breath probably something along the lines of how he’s a grown man and can take care of himself and doesn’t need you to prepare showers for him but he secretly loves it
As soon as he steps foot in the shower, you’re hot on his tail, pouring shower gel into your hands, and soaping them up before burying your fingers into his hair.
A groan escapes his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into the wonderful feeling.
Maybe you’re going over the mission with him or maybe you’re just humming some tune or maybe you’re trailing kisses down his neck while massaging his tense shoulders
Ether way he absolutely loves it feels like he’s in heaven because of it and of course the sweet thing gets so worked up, all hot and bothered from having someone pampering him this much, cock all hard and weeping between his thighs and there’s no way you’ll have him this tense before a mission so of course you sneak your hand between his legs and gently pumping his length
He’s clawing at your arm, head lolling back onto your shoulder as groans and whimpers escape him.
It doesn’t take much before the sweet thing is inching closer to his release, head burying into your neck and begging you to let him finish and who are you to deny him?
You quickly dry him up and help him dress before you ready yourself for the mission.
Youre checking your weapons and gear going over whatever you’ll need before taking the liberty to check his stuff and he’s all red in the face muttering curses under his breath but he absolutely loves everything you do for him and the rest of tf141 knows it as they stand there quietly chuckling in the background
Well out on the field you’re hot on his heal, your form towering over him, chest flushed to his back, hand on him to keep him in close vicinity while moving quietly
And if a bullet happens to graze him you’re lashing out at whoever wasn’t properly covering him getting all up in their face and cursing them out so much that Price has to pull you back by the waist while trying to suppress the smile tugging at his lips
And on your way back home you’re checking up on him constantly, even sitting next to him in the helicopter, thighs flush with his, arm around him, letting him lean his body onto yours, and checking every once a while on the injury he’s got
And of course when you’re back home you got him sprawled out on the bed, head buried between his legs, making him cum over and over, til there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from him.
As he lay there, sated and fucked out, Price realizes he’s finally let someone else have control for once.
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