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🧸Welcome to my blog! 🧸
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▹ Linnie 🎀 19 yrs! ᯓ★
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💌 ~ COD Content ~ 💌
💋>> “All the pretty stars shine for you, my love” << 💋
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CAPTAIN PRICE 🎅🎄 | COD MOBILE “HAPPY HOLIDAYS”
fam i’ve been so busy with work and school 😭 thanksgiving and christmas time i’ll get back on my writing grind
i want that fucked up middle age man
loml
if u have curly hair and someone tells u it would look better straight theyre a liar and a dumb bitch
Slightly, I must admit, slightly obsessed with the idea of meeting Soap after a long reconnaissance and subsequent mission in a pub in Hereford, thinking he's a hunk of a man (possibly because he is) who happens to sip his beer like a slut and shoot you bedroom eyes despite barely even knowing your name.
Johnny, his name is. You learn it during the taxi ride back to his hotel, watching his cheeks become a fervent, dreamy red as you take him by the hem of his shirt and snog him like a woman crazed.
It isn't the first time you've chatted your way into a man's underwear, but it is the first time you're crumpled on your knees between his thighs as his hips push up into your abdomen, whining like a kicked puppy.
‘Take ‘em awf, lass,” he whimpers, gloss-eyed as you shove your palms beneath his shirt, ignoring the way his throat bobs, overflowing with saliva at the thought of you either going down on him, riding him until he cums, or a mixture of both, perhaps one after the other if he's fortuitous.
Yer a fucken’ tease, his head tips back as you rub the ball of your hand beside his pelvis, feeling his thighs flex under your hand.
Yer lucky I'm too tired to set ye straight, he moans as your fingers burrow into his boxers, thumb circling the perimeter of his weeping head.
Will ye let me ‘side yer mouth when I cum, bonnie? He begs, cheeks puffing with oxygen as you finally drag your tongue along his pulsing cock, travelling along a vein to reach the source of his desire, committing the sound of his stifled grunts as his thighs twitch, and his cock seeps warm cum onto your uvula, in case it's the last you'll ever hear of him.
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obsessed with mrs. price who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck that her husband is a captain. don’t bring that authoritative tone home john. the missus ain’t about to have it.
Price’s cute little whore 💓
Idk what people say but John will absolutely be adamant to have a housewife. And it is absolutely because he is a hypocritical fuck.
Sure, he’s worked with female colleagues who he has deemed equal and possibly better than other men that he has worked with but at the end of the day, he’s not there to make those women his wife.
John knows when to fuck you like a slut and when to treat you like a princess.
Coming home after months away on the battle and sees you in your home looking absolutely fucking comfortable on the couch wearing his worn out Led Zeppelin t-shirt and suddenly the rope of restraint in him snaps. Dumping his duffle bag on the floor, he can barely kick his boots off his feet as his strides towards you purposefully, finally having you in his arms after months away filled with lonely nights with just a polaroid of you on the wedding night absolutely dishevelled, makeup ruined and hair tousled. He’d groan, fisting his palm frantically using all his might to imagine the feeling of your wet, warm cunt squeezing his cock, but there is only so much he can imagine being hundreds of kilometres away from his birdie. The single picture gives a depraved man like him a sliver of comfort on such nights.
And now he finally has you and he’s not gonna let you go.
John would push you to lay flat on the couch, kissing the side of his neck to lick a long stripe down his neck, his nose burying into your skin as he inhales your scent deeply and he swears that he can just cum in his pants right there.
You chuckle softly, the scratchiness of his beard tickling his skin as you push his face away from your neck only to cup his face in your hands as you look into his eyes. You notice how his dull blue eyes slowly gain back its spark back the longer he looks at you. The pad of your thumb caresses his cheek, tracing the contours of his face as a loving smile gracing your lips.
“Didn’t come home in a casket…” You mutter softly grateful to once again have him close to you, alive.
A weary smile makes its way to his face, his knee making it between your thighs, gently pressing against your cunt. John hovers over you, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“Told ya I wouldn’t as long as I know you’re here waiting for me,” John murmurs, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
You respond eagerly, kissing him with fervour, closing your eyes. John slips his tongue between your lips, tasting the faint flavour of rum on your tongue. He pulls back, memorising his face with reverence, his saviour and ticket to salvation.
Staring up at him, eyes glossy with need and lust, you try to pull him back down for another kiss only to have him pull away. John helps you to take the shirt off your body leaving you in a pair of cotton panties. It was nothing fancy but made John’s head swirl with hunger.
John is a patient man, even though in this moment he wishes to do nothing but to use you like a fleshlight but he can see the love you have for him. He needs to take his time, he reminds himself; to prepare his darling to take him again after months of being apart. He takes his time to worship your body to relish in the pudgy-ness of your flesh groped by him, splayed underneath him for his eyes only. Heat pools in between your legs, sticky arousal coating your flesh. A silent plea for the need to be taken care of.
John stops kissing, pulling away, tsk-ing at your neediness.
“I’ve left my girl alone for too long, hm?”
You choke back a sob unable to hide your desperateness, “Uh huh!”
John hums, your cries fueling his pride. Making his way down to your sopping cunt, nuzzling his nose into your begging hole inhaling your scent with zeal.
“Gonna fuck this pussy good tonight, kiddo.”
Soon-to-be Single!Price sending this to his soon-to-be cheater wife to show her how good the new babysitter is taking care of him (🌽 link)
John’s intentions with bringing you into the house as a babysitter were genuinely pure. He wanted you to help fill the void inside his twin daughters’ hearts ripped open by their absent, whoring mother.
One night he finds himself scrolling through the Au Pair website looking for the suitable candidate and he finds you. A foreigner, good with kids, previously working as a tutor and now currently on a gap year from studying at university to give a helping hand mouth and pussy to families like his. And that is how he brought you into his home.
John’s wife seemingly did not care, as long as her kids didn’t bother her, she couldn’t care about who’s taking care of them.
Day by day, John becomes enamoured by you. The way you took care of his kids was pulling at his heart strings, daring him to get closer to you, to get to know you better and possibly become friends so that he has someone to take to. That is his intention, right?
He learns your favourite colour, food, the flowers you like, the designer items on your wishlist hoping to be rich enough to buy them. He memorises your features. Your perfect lips, manicured hands, your prim and proper appearance in front of him is almost like a facade to protect yourself.
And it is, you try to protect yourself from John, to keep a distance and always be polite with an air of professionalism. You can’t let him know that your head over heels to hear his gravelling voice, to stare at his cerulean eyes or even just to get close enough to smell his cologne. You definitely didn’t want him to think of you as a strange au pair that he regretted choosing.
Often you and John would find yourselves alone in the home after tending to the girls and putting them to bed and going to the kitchen to enjoy a snack before bed. Tonight, you find John leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of whiskey as you go to open the fridge. You know, politely acknowledging his presence.
“Care to share a glass with me?” John’s smooth voice engulfs your presence.
You turn back looking at him as you give him a soft smile, “Thank you for the offer Mr Price, but-”
Before you finish, he puts his hand up signalling you to stop talking and sighs before taking another sip of his drink.
“Turning down a man going through a divorce?”
Your eyes widen at his question, “You and Mrs Price are-”
“That slut doesn’t deserve to be called by my last name.” He says curtly.
You nod, making your way next to him and pouring yourself a drink and taking a sip, the liquid deliciously burning down your throat.
“I’d appreciate you not telling the girls, I don’t want them worrying.”
“Of course, sir-”
“John. Just John is fine.”
“Alright, John.” You say and John swears that you were a siren in disguise at that moment. Your sweet voice calling his name like a holy man being lulled in by a succubus.
A few too many drinks later, you find yourself in such a predicament. On the floor, watching yourself in the mirror as you sloppily makeout with John’s cock as he records you. Suckling his head, you drool onto the floor, laving it as your tongue prods at his slit, guttural moans spewing out of his mouth encouraging your ministrations.
You let go of his tip with a ‘pop’ noise, making your way down his length. Long wet drags on your tongue along John’s veins cause him to shiver in delight, begging his body not to cum too early on.
His voice cuts through the air of whimpers and wet sucks as John addresses his wife in the video.
“You could never suck my cock like this and you’ve given yourself wrinkles from the amount of dumbfucks you blew after work.”
John forcefully takes your mouth off his cock, halting the momentum of pleasure inside of him. He grabs your chin harshly, making you face the camera. Your lips red and bitten from his kisses, drool staining your chin as you look at the camera doe-eyed and needy.
“This sweet little thing takes care of the girls better than you do. She’ll be a better wife than you, ya slag.”
another banger
men who like to stick their noses into your bush and just inhale the scent of your pussy with the most unashamed, satisfied and almost eager groan… yeah.
Say it with me ladies:
📢 JOHN MOTHERFUCKING PRICE 📢
assistant!reader who does OnlyFans on the side. John’s pay (and allowance because Price would unknowingly make himself a sugar daddy to his assistants) go towards utilities and groceries, OF money goes towards whatever you damn well please!
Filming a new video for Halloween, dressed as a pretty angel, smiling sweetly into the camera.
Emailing it to your good friend who edits your content for you
or so you thought you sent it to them.
John Price sitting at his dining room table with his team, playing a game of poker when his phone dings with the tone he set specifically for you, and he raises a brow.
“Think it’s an emergency Cap?” Ghost asks, eyes darting from his higher up to his phone, and John pauses. It’s past midnight, you never message him after 10 unless it’s important.
“I’ll just give check.”
The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity
Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.
people who take CoD seriously r so funny bc they're like iTs A SeRIouS ReALiSTiC MiLitaRy GaMe and then my guy Skeletor pops out behind a door with a glittery iridescent gun with cat stickers on it and kills you with sparkles
like guys homelander is in the game chill
hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.