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i think there's been a misunderstanding
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(also i should mention to not confuse people, i did change simon's outfit to be more like his movie-one. i just didn't like drawing the one i put him in. i hadn't thought too far ahead when making that first comic so now im kinda retcon-ing the "lore" to fit my new plan, as vaguely described below \/)
ive got a bit more of a plan now so i dooonnttt think ill need to retcon anything else?? also fun to realize im not stuck in my previous past mistakes because this is literally a fan comic and i can do what i want
close ups (+ the full prayer since people kept asking) \/
this in: middle-aged mans first known encounter with flirtatious remark (confused)
Just a couple of squishy orc pirates from a personal project I've been working on ;P
The first thing price does when he gets back home is carry you to bed and take you right there.
He takes his time enjoying you. Kisses into your mouth and runs his tongue along your teeth, hands smoothing along your skin like he's learning every bump and crease for the first time. You're practically sitting in a puddle of your own arousal when he finally hooks your knees over his shoulder and—
"John...did you...did you just fucking sniff me!?!?" You prop up on your hands, face burning and trying to shuffle away in embarrassment "what the hell!"
"Fuckin' hold still, christ kid—" price grunts, hooking a forearm around your thighs and hauling you right back into position. He glares up at you, already dipping back down "what? I can't enjoy you anymore? Fuckin' missed the smell of your cunt—"
"John! That's gross!" You gasp, only to freeze and moan when he licks a fat strip across you. He rumbles in delight, going back in for another lick, nose pressed right against your clit and inhaling your scent.
"Don't care." He has the care to at least rub a soothing palm up your side, "been' surrounded by stench for the past month. Needed this, christ love—"
He spends hours down there, refusing to move even while you catch a break between rounds. It's only when you threaten to wear the perfume he hates that he actually fucks you. Still, his nose is tucked into the crook of your neck the whole time, all to pleased you still use the body wash he likes.
Your husband is gross, obsessed with your smell, but at the end of the day...it's nice to know he loves you so much.
first fanart of these two
Price is so fucking stressed when he accidentally gets his younger partner pregnant.
Of course he should have predicted it, what with all the times he's filled you up under the supposed safety of that magic pill. When you miss your period and confirm it twice that you're pregnant, you both sit down and have a serious conversation about what that means for you.
Which ends with price obsessively researching pregnancy and at your every whim to make sure you get all the help he needs. He's got multiple files compiled with all the research He's done, and has pulled strings to make sure you have the best team assigned to your pregnancy.
"John. I am not sitting in bed all day I swear to god if you don't let me clean—" you also end up having to fight your husband for the ability to life the coffee table, because he's decided that your five weeks pregnant body can't handle it.
Yeah. Maybe you get a little cheeky with your "pregnancy cravings" and ask for specific restaurants on the other side of town so you can sneakily clean and lift boxes. So what? You're going crazy not rearranging the entire house!!
Price, of course, is the literal captain of a specialized task force. He falls for your tricks exactly twice before making ghost retrieve all your requests, not like his lieutenant does anything besides loom around forests when not on base.
Price just...needs to make sure you're okay all the time. For his own hearts sake.
He freaks out more than you do when your water breaks, having prepared and run drills for the exact situation, only focusing up when you snap at him.
In the end you deliver two health baby girls and price does cry when he holds you in his arms afterwards.
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As promised, there it is ! 17k words lighthearted NikPrice fic <3 These two have been circling around each other for twenty years and are finally doing something about it.
Summary: Things have been different between John Price and Nikolai as of late. The two men have always been close, but something changed. Now, Price is forced to go on medical leave after a disaster of a mission. Nikolai offers a fishing trip, something he knows his favorite captain enjoys, a nice way to relax, and maybe let their relationship evolve.
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rocky learns about the Denmark incident :]
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On this weekly episode of 3 idiots in a tin can-
Simon bachelor specialization is trying to stay alive. The Graces make first contact, again, and Simon has regular panic and then gay panic (PREV)
No thoughts just old man price finally succumbing to your pestering and letting you give him a back massage...
Only for him to end up rutting against the matress while you straddle the back of his thighs, pushing your whole body weight behind your palms to work out the tough muscle.
You never see John relax like this, groaning in delight when you push particularly hard at the spine. Every thrust of his hips has his ass grinding against your crotch, not that you mind when he's so soft and pliant.
You doubt your old man will be up for anything more than a nap after this but...doesn't mean you can't imagine all these delighted sounds in your room afterwards.
The shudder and high keen he lets loose when he cums in his briefs will permanently haunt you.
True to expectations, he only bothers to kick his underwear off and pull you into a seering kiss before passing out.
Inspired by [this] post by @total-killer-brainrot
Imagine sharing a wall with ghost now that you practically live on base, walls too thin to really keep any privacy, right?
You hear everything that happens in ghosts room, and sometimes you can even hear when he's watching a nature documentary at three in the morning.
"Fuckin' hell..." it also means you can hear him pleasure himself.
You know that ghost has a fleshlight of some sort he uses, and christ you can't help but imagine what it he looks like using it. Wet squelches and grunts travel across your wall, accompanied by the occasional "yeah, there you go, love. Jus' like that–" when he gets really into the fantasy.
You've seen ghosts cock before, impossible not to when you work with him so often.
Thick, physically heavy with the way it hangs between his legs even soft. There's the faintest thatch of dirty blonde hair, cute when paired with his loose foreskin. A nice rosyness—
"Fuckkkk!! Yeah, yes—" ghost grunts, and you imagine his back arching off the bed with the sheer pleasure in his voice. What you wouldn't give to see him all flushed and desperate. "Mghhh–! Ahhh–!!"
Ah, a quick one today. The thought makes you flush, both embarrassed and oddly proud that you know exactly how ghosts day has been based off the sounds of his jerking off.
You settle in to hear him clean up and....oh? No sound of drawers sliding open, or water running in his bathroom, or...anything. a quick zipper, the latch of his door.
...no lock.
Ghosts fleshlight....freshly used...sitting in his unlocked room.
You shouldn't. It's an invasion of privacy. Its fucking perverted. Its disgusting and will certainly get you killed if anyone finds out.
....you stand up. Your impulse control has never been great.
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