I mean your parents are completely mortified when you show up to your childhood home, older!Price by your side with a 3 month old baby in your arms.
cw: 18+ mdni, dark content/dead dove, toxic!john, dad (?) kink, manipulation, mentions of isolation.
You’d been gone for more than a year, and from the looks of it, cut off almost everyone from friends to family. Hell, they only got a few calls from you since youd up and left. All because of this more than grown man beside you.
They didn’t expect you to come back a year later, with a man just a little younger than your parents holding the baby bag and his hand on the small of your back.
And no, Price didn’t particularly care about what they thought of him. He was there because you’d cutely begged him to go with, so they didn’t think you just randomly had a baby even though technically you did.
And when your parents asked him questions, concerned and shocked looks on their faces and Price gave vague answers, his eyes never leaving you and your child. You were so gorgeous, taking care of your child. When you’d caught him looking at you, you gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand under the table in comfort.
God damn it, he loved the shit out of you.
Your parents should be thankful he didn’t put the baby upstairs and come fuck you silly right in their dining room.
The worst of it? Of course it’s when you’d asked your Dad to pass you the potatoes and Price and your father both reached for it.
Purposeful Freudian slip.
More than hell broke loose, your father yelling that he was some “sick fuck” tainting his daughter and Price, the bastard, couldnt contain his smirk. Informing your father that it wasn’t an issue he had to worry about. That his daughter would be his wife by the end of the month. All his.
You and your mother were thankfully able to manage to pull the two apart before they landed punches on one another.
The ride back to the hotel was almost silent, just some old country song playing on the radio, while you sat in the backseat with your child. One of Price’s hand was on the steering wheel while the other was on your knee.
And then, there’s a snicker, a pat to your knee. He glanced at you through the rearview mirror, “that was something, wasn’t it buttercup?”
a/n: older!Price just does not gaf lol. John has a corruption kink, if you called him ‘Pa’ at that dinner table like you usually do he’d be more than proud and eat your cunt on the hood of the car, in your parents driveway. All to prove a point that your all his. Always will be.
hello the concept of a buttercup!reader subdrop. oh lord. being completely ass naked in dada’s lap and suckling on his thumb. he’s trying to clean you up but you keep squeezing your legs shut because its too much. you’re completely drained of cum and piss (and dada still will make you go pee once you’re in the right head space). mumbling “dadada” ‘s while he coos at you. having to sleep in dad’s bed that night because otherwise your sisters will make fun of how subby their bratty and defensive sister is🪶🪶🪶
dad castle playing dolls with buttercup!reader while she’s experiencing subdrop. buttercup is always saying dolls are stupid and she hates them! but he sees the way she eyes bubbles n blossom reader when they’re playing together, and he knows she’s just embarrassed to play pretend. gets her on the floor, wrapped in her blankie and has her barbie and his ken play house
just really casually thinking about princess bride au jason todd...
Your diligent farm-boy with his rough hands and soft heart, trailing so close behind you that your father starts to call him your shadow. You call him yours. And he is, isn't he? The careful brush of his hands when he lifts you onto your horse, the storm of his eyes lightening when you slip him one of your novels, the wry grin that he saves just for you.
How could you not find a guilty pleasure in ordering him around just to hear the only words he utters in your presence—"As you wish." He calls it duty but you know it by another name.
Jason has no money for marriage, so he leaves your father's employ for the promise of fortune across the sea. Your protests that you are his regardless go unheard and before long, you stand with him at the edge of your property.
"I fear I'll never see you again," you whisper, fingers tracing the set of his jaw. Your farm-boy looks at you through lidded eyes, pressing his forehead to yours.
"I will always return to you," he mutters against your lips like a prayer.
A letter returned in Jason's place—news that pirates had captured his boat. For days you shutter yourself away, refusing to eat or sleep. The Red Hood takes no prisoners. You float through your life like a ghost, only finding reprieve in your dreamless sleep. The days bleed into months and with every glance behind you met with open air, you are emptied.
Perhaps that is why you don't fight when your father accepts the Prince's request for your hand.
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The gloved hand clutched around your upper arm releases you, throwing you against rough stone. You reach out blindly with bound hands, scraping against rock in an attempt to balance yourself. The blindfold is ripped from your eyes.
After so long in darkness, the daylight blinds you. Blinking against the light, your eyes adjust to your captor. That blood red hood—hem congealing in the blur of your reunion with sunlight, the sanguineous stain of hundreds of victims. Mottled scars mar his exposed chin, sea-green eyes stony when you tear your gaze away from them. Face to face with your farm-boy's killer.
His mouth sets in a hard line as you scrabble to find your footing on rain-slick grass. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. The Red Hood takes no prisoners.
Your eyes dart around at your surroundings – a mountain-top, wind buffeting you from all angles – and when they find his again there's a sick pity in them. The kind you feel for a butterfly in a jar—freedom surrounding it, but nowhere to escape.
You stare at him, eyes remaining unflinchingly open in the face of death—he tells you Jason died nobly and if your hands weren’t pulled tight behind your back, you’d slap him. You settle for kicking your leg out into his shin, eyes dark. Huffing out a dark chuckle, he steps towards you, something like pain flashing across his face when you flinch. You endure the venom in his gravelly voice, bowing under insult after insult. It's only when he accuses you of disloyalty that you snap, standing to face him.
"—I died that day!" Voice cracking over the words, you stand, wrists chafing red raw against the rope that pulls your arms taut. You stumble forward, waterlogged skirt weighing you down and—it's so strange how the pirate seems to freeze, fingers twitching as if to reach out and steady you.
You can't imagine how you must look to him—damsel in a sodden dress, a dried trail of blood down your neck from where your previous captors' blade nicked you, hair whipping wildly in the gale that threatens to send you over the mountain. "And so can you for all I care!" Lunging forward, you shove your shoulder into his chest, sending him careening off the cliffside. You feel righteous for a split second, until a shout echoes over the hillside.
"As—you—wish!”
And when Jason admonishes you for throwing yourself after him – wandering hands checking you for injury – you lean forward, fitting your mouth against his and letting him bring you back to life.
Older!Price who purposely got you pregnant takes you bird watching (and fucks you on the riverside).
cw: 18+ mdni, smut with plot, dub-con, outdoor sex, the are clothes on, Toxic!John :p, breeding kink, age gap (Price late 40s, reader late 20s), reader is a little dumb, daddy kínķ (? pa used), pregnant!reader, dad bf John, pet names (baby, buttercup, lovie)
You came to John, balling your eyes out, about a month after your first interaction, telling him the news he already knew was coming.
Like he hadn’t informed you before shooting his thick load deep inside your snug cunt, he was going to get you pregnant. Like he hadn’t kept you sat on his cock to keep you plugged up and then sent you back to your aunts and uncles walking with a limp, cum filling your underwear with every step home.
Nonetheless, he consoled you, completely satisfied that you were pregnant with his child. Told you not to worry, and you could hide away from your parents and whoever else for as long as you needed, no need to get rid of the little thing. John would take care of everything.
And Price kept his word.
Let you meekly enter his cozy house, only a duffle in hand. Had you in his lap and sleeping from tiring yourself out from the drive, crying and building uo such a courage to tell him the news. And then when you’d gotten settled hes made sure you’d eaten 3 or 4 times a day, even if it was light since you still had morning sickness. Rubbed your back when you had bad nausea, got you exactly what you were craving— kept both set of lips satisfied. You’d wake up with the older man between your thighs.
“It’s still the unstable period,” he breathed out, spitting a glop of spit onto your already aching cunt, “So I can’t give you exactly what you need.”
he dipped a finger into your tight entrance. You whimpered his name, his tongue finally having its long awaited first meeting with your pussy. The older man runs his tongue through your folds, grunting as you get wetter, slowly thrusting his finger, “Papa’s gonna make you feel real nice birdie, don’t worry.”
The months slipped by, you didn’t have to worry about anything. Not your parents, not your friends, just living with John. You’d lost your phone somewhere along the way, you were worried. Maybe you should go back and explain, but Price told you it was okay. You’re just becoming an adult, you need some time apart from everyone. To think for you and the baby.
The pregnancy didn’t feel real till you felt the heavy grow on your stomach, your breasts growing slowly but surely and you need to eat anything you could get your hands on. There were lots of days spent reading, sleeping, drawing, cooking the fresh hunt Price had just skinned. And then others, in John’s lap as he read, letting him fuck to sleep, and hiking along the trails John loves so much to see the birds he adores.
There are lots of books about birds in John’s house, diagrams and binoculars, sketches of different birds John had seen around the world. Price knew a lot of facts too, about their wings and different mating calls, how to capture one if they… needed help.
“Can I go with you one day Price? To see them?”
He gave you a soft smile through his thick beard, kissing your ankle as he rubbed the soles of your feet from the other end of the couch. “Interested in you old man, hm darlin?”
You blush, covering your head with your arm, you mumble, “You’ve always been interesting to me Price.”
It took everything in the older man not to fuck you into the couch. He nibbled at your ankle before kissing it once more, letting out a little breath. Price can feel his cock throbbing through the jeans he’s in. Just a little more. Hold off a little more.
John got you new boots for hiking, they weren’t the cutest but they’d word. “Meant to keep you comfortable ‘nd t’get dirty, not cute.” He gruffed out, his hand on your back as you inspected them.
“But I’d be nice if they were right?”
And you look at him with those big brown eyes that sends goosebumps up his arms. Like you’ve encapsulated the moon in your brown eyes and Price had stolen it to keep for himself.
He taught you the ropes, it wasn’t a long or uphill hike (not that they’re any less harder), but you were pregnant and John was old so if worst comes to worst, you’d be able to find help quickly. Price taught you it was important to take your time, and to drink enough of water.
It was supposed to be a cute little hike.
You’re new boots were on and they fit perfectly, John had you’d gotten yourself a camera to record the scenery and the few birds John had spotted out, the sweat was fucking up your curls you’d proclaim but John still found his pretty girl absolutely stunning inbetween the shadows of the trees and sunlight. And to top it off, John was holding your hand almost the entire time.
Patting your ass and telling you how good you were at bird watching, leaving such long and sensual kisses only your cheek when you listened which made you stomach tie into knots and you rub your thighs together.
How could you ever have known, Price was gonna bend you over right at the river side after eating a much needed lunch, your skirt pulled down to your knees. He had you squealing and cumming so fast on his thick fingers, he was more than eager to get inside you.
“Pa’s takin nice care of you, hm baby?” He huffed, getting up on his knees and rubbing his swollen red tip against your slobbering pussy, “Need you to help your old man f’me lovie.”
Price is thick, too fucking big for his own good. He’s wide and splits your the velvety walls by inch by inch. He squeezes the fat of your ass, kneading it in his hands, “Come on baby, take it- shit- know you can take it.”
All you can do is keen, panting and gripping onto the picnic blanket and grass for any type of help as your hole attempted to swallow him, “Mmgh- so much Price- fuuuck so much!”
And when he sees you wiggling your hips forward, he gives your ass a harsh slap, “You’re takin it, don’t. fuckin. run.” He presses your head into the ground, the arch of your back even bigger than before as he slowly rutting himself deeper inside you till you can feel his big balls against you.
You feel like your choking at the feel of him completely filling you, gasping and trembling around him.
“Bloody pretty little thing, can’t believe you’ve become all mine.” He grumbles, slowly rolling his hips and slamming his cock into to the hilt from behind, his stomach on your back and keep you still. The hairy man sticks a thumb in your mouth, opening it open to spit in your mouth.
“Such a messy fuckin pussy, is this what you needed? Huh? Needed your Pa t’fill your cunt up and give you a baby?”
All you can do is moan and take it, drool coming out your mouth from the thumb he forced in your mouth, clawing at his jeans as he snaps his hips into yours. He comes down to meet you, sucking your earlobe, his beard tickling your face. “Should just get you pregnant again right here. Gonna look so pretty round with our baby lovie.”
Prices hand come underneath your shirt, squeezes them in his palm. Fondling your breasts that are just barely being held up by your bra. He hisses when he feels you tighten around him, thrusting into you faster.
“These gonna be filled with milk soon, all for our babies yeah? Shit, gonna have to help you milk them myself.”
His hand moves further down, his large hand on your belly and slightly lifting you so your stomach isn’t touching the ground you can’t help but keen.
“We both gotta be- hah- more careful about that buttercup,” he grunts, thrusts unyielding, every smack of his thighs against your ass louder and louder, he rubs your tummy, “our baby’s in here.”
And maybe somethings wrong with you, getting fucked by the riverside, rushing water masking your moans and cries. You pray no one catches you but you it makes the whole thing thrilling, your pussy fluttering around his cock. More slicking drenching his member.
But Price doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm. Sitting on the heels of his feet, dropping you down on his cock.
“Ang- oh shi- Pa- Pa!”
Price hums in delight, watching you tremble and whine, eyes at the back of your skull as he pounds into you. His grip on your hips are tight as the loud sound of skin slapping against skin fills the forrest, you creaming his cunt. “Feels so goood, nngh- so- hck- ‘s so muuch!” You keen.
The older man’s jaw is clenched as he fucked you, his sensitive tip brushing against your spot over and over, his pre cum filling you more and more.
“Thaaats it honey, just a little more. Takin your Pa’s dick like a champ.”
Your hands grip his, the pit in your stomach releasing itself once more, creaming Prices cock and milking him for dear life. He grumbles a string of curses, hugging you tight as ribbons of cum fills your overstuffed cunt.
His lips kiss your neck and so tenderly, his breath against your face. He slowly pulls out, pulling your soiled panties to catch the leaking cum from your hole. “That’s my good girl,” and his lips finds yours a filthy French kiss as his hand fins your swelling stomach.
“Gonna be such a good mama, buttercup.”
a/n: is John isolating you till the baby is born and you don’t realize it? Well— (and don’t wear skirts when you’re hiking because of bugs, this is all fictional). But we shall call this reader buttercup. She’s so cute with older price idk.
cw: 18+ mdni, dark content, heavy forced fauxcést, Older!Price, kinda needy!reader, cowgírł, overstím, nípple play/lâctatíon, very brief mentions of undiagnosed mental illness (at beginning), use of Pa/Dad/Daddy (idgaf), established relationship.
It’s a good day, which means Price is feeling- well, better than his usual self. He’s usually the brooding and quiet figure, strict with order, all knowing— the hermit in tarot.
But today’s different. Softer, more laughter, understanding.
Which really means, it’s your ‘get out of jail free’ card. You could rob 3 banks back to back if you wanted to, and John would drive shot gun. On good days like today, John is so relaxed and kind— happiness that’s completely written on his face and not just in his eyes. It’s the raw authentic joy. And really you could’ve wrecked havoc, but you chose peace. Let John sit and relax while he went around the house like a madwoman, fed, cleaned and changed the baby, cleaned the living room, helped John move some boxes (he can’t sit still for too long), made lunch and dinner—
You were the exact good girl John expects of you, everyday, which you usually are.
You’ve been eyeing him like a piece of your favorite cake in the bakery in town, it’s adorable really. Catching your look before your scurry off, can practically see the smile you’re trying so hard to hide, heat radiating off your skin.
“Told you it’s bad t’stare, didn’t I buttercup?” He asks smoothly, eyes closed, as he leans back on the recliner. You gasp, turning your head and nervously rubbing your legs, “M sorry pa.”
He hums, taking a drag of the big cigar between his fingers, “What’dyou want kiddo?”
Your heart leaps out of your chest, still not used to the feeling, you bite the inside of your lip, “Can I- can I take the lead today?”
On a normal day, it’s a no. You always need help, always end up crying and needing help- direction. But John can’t say no to you, not today when you’ve been so good, made Dad’s favorite for dinner, and were looking at him with those big brown hopeful for eyes. It was as if the word escaped his vocabulary.
He feels the end of his lips twitch, smoking entering the air, he motions for you to come over with his hand, leaning back, “Let’s see what y’got buttercup.”
It’s like you’d prepared yourself for the moment, your pussy already stretched to take him, straddling him as you pull his plaid pajamas down, thick and veiny member springing out and slapping against his stomach. You lip your lips, bringing yourself closer, eyes meeting his, “‘S okay Pa, I-I got it.”
You lay one hand flat on his chest, other hand guiding him into your awaiting hole. It’s a tight fit, always is, has you hiccuping as you try for best to fuck yourself down Price’s dick. Wet squelches as you take every inch, gasping for air. Price’s jaw is tight, hand resting on your hip, as he tries everything in him not to buck his hips up into you. The cigar is burning over the ash tray, “Hah- gotta take it easy lovie.”
You quickly nod but only a moan falls from your lip, the burn of him stretching you out rolling over you. You’re eyebrows are knit together, shimming your hips down to you feel his mushroom tip hard and pressed against your soppy walls. John only grunts, spreading your legs a little wider to see the ungodly view, your cunt fluttering and clutching his girth like a vice down to his pubic hair. He gives you a smirk, bring the cigar to his lips, “Good work princess, took it all on your own.”
You can’t help but blush, walls pulsing around him once, you bat your lashes, keening, “Thanks Daddy.”
You use his chest for leverage, slowly lifting yourself up and down, how your face gets screwed up in pleasure with every bounce, your fat tits in his face, nipple hard and staining the shirt.
He tugs your pale blue nightie off with one hand, milk dripping onto him as he watches your every curve of you, fully nude now, letting out a deep groan while he hand gropes your tit, “Fuck buttercup, feed ‘em to me.”
Your breath hitches, blushing, “But Pa- nngh!” you whine out, rolling your hips back then forward, snug cunt dragging his cock with you, “‘s embarrassin.”
“Mm mmm, not embarrassing when it’s for your old man,” he drags you closer by his beefy arm, pressing his face in your chest, mouth watering as he nibbles right above your areola. “ ‘M starved baby. Won’t have too much, shit- promise.”
You’re desperate for more, more more, guide him to your right nipple, letting him wrap his tongue around your hardened peak. You go weak, hands going through his greying brunette hair as he sucks and licks your tit, drinking every bit of milk he can. Price finally sets his cigar down on the ash tray, hand flat on you back as to make sure you stay close to him. Let him tug your nipple between his teeth, other hand making sure you keep that steady rhythm, giving your sensitive bud wet suckles. Every bounce of your pussy on him only getting better, your body trembling, crying out, “Shit- Pa- anngh! Pa!”
Johns fingers tweak your other nipple, milk squirting out, he gripping your chin between his fingers and planting your lips on his coated lips. You can taste your own milk on his tongue, letting him suck your tongue, lips smacking with every filthy wet kiss. You wrap your arms around the older man’s hairy broad shoulders, hips stutter, croaking out a moan as you hit your high. Your foreheads pressed against each other, trying to catch your breath but John sits you down, hips connecting.
He’s got that smug look on his face, “Still haven’t cum sweetheart.”
He shouldn’t have teased you like that. Especially after you worked up all the courage to ride him.
The problem only starts after you drawls out that second orgasm Price knew he was in for it, brown eyes glazed over, bottom lip jutted out, hips somehow only getting faster, hungrier. His member only making it half way out as you throw your ass in a circle, over and over, hypnotic even from front. Your cunts filled to the brim with his thick cum, a ring of cream at the base of cock as you slam yourself down.
You’re blabbering at how good you feel, how warm his cum feels inside your swollen folds, tears down your face, taking his calloused hands and letting them roam your body, your face to your chest, your stomach where he can feel himself pressed against your womb, to the perfect fat of your ass that jiggles with every bounce.
He chokes when you throb so tightly around him, hand lazily giving your ass a smack, “Shit buttercup, ah- slow down!”
“But Pa,” you keen, rolling your hips against him that makes him throw his head back against the recliner, “Y- mmm! You said I could take the lead!”
You’ve already fucked yourself dumb on him, using your old man like a damn dildo, John’s red to his ears, delirious in the soaking and gushing confines of your pussy while you fuck him silly. His eyes roll back in his head when he feels you swivel your hips just right, cocktip slobbering your walls.
“D-does it feel good for you dad? Angh- want you to feel gooood pa. Please” You tilt your head to adorably lust in your eyes, hopeful, desperate.
You hear your old man let out a whimper, a strangled grunt, he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, blue eyes low, “Always- fuuuck darlin- always felt good. Hck- So good f’me buttercup.”
The praise immediately going to head your pussy, moaning frantically trying your peak. Crying out as John gives you sloppily pumps himself up into you. Groans and moans filling the living room, till you’re both cumming and hard. It’s so warm in your stomach has you mewling just from the white substance being buried deep inside your velvety walls. 
You finally lift yourself up, globs of cum dribbling down Price softening cock, his shaft spurting out cum. “Shit honey.”
You’re sticky all over, letting John pull your tired body into his arms, he lets out a tired breath. Kissing your temple, “Good work buttercup, made Pa proud.”
a/n: hey lol, lmk what you think. I too want older!Price sucking my shits.
cw: +18 mdni, dark content, forced fauxcest, mentions of ptsd
Has lived in the middle of nowhere since his early retirement at 43, ten years ago. Being in the military and doing your job as a Captain takes a tole on you, physically and mentally. The endless nights waking up from night terrors, feeling so close to losing his mind— the things John witnessed will stay with him for the rest of his life with a tightly zipped lip. His time now spent on fixing cars, fishing, carving, reading books, organizing and reorganizing the plentiful shelf’s in the den of his log cabin home. HAnd his favorite thing to do, the thing that really gives him peace and serenity— bird watching. There are many books, and paintings in the office. His own notes taken and pictures he’s taken finding the rare birds on the mountain he’s moved onto. A bit of a hermit, Older! John Price is. Grows his beard and hair out, scruffy, you’re still able to see the smile through the thick of it. Doesn’t do much talking anymore, a small greeting, a smile that comes off normal but feels so unnatural since he’s been living alone for so long. Does favors for his neighbors and the other towns folks here and there for the hell of it. Got asked to dinner at his neighbors— the rest was history.
John sees himself as the man you’ve always needed, he’ll be the father figure and your husband, and the father of your kids— whatever it may be, John will be that. You’re a fragile thing, a bird who didnt know how to use their own wings, not to worry! Price is here to help even if it means clipping you wings a little in the process. Is strict and stern about almost everything; bed times, chores, eating, making sure you don’t touch the basement door, ‘Yes sir’ ‘No sir’ Price is a Dad who “raised” you to be respectful— he runs a strict program and you should try your best to follow it. Always taking you on some hike, reminding you of how to get home, a few tactics to defend yourself if need be, other days spent passing John tools and taking care of the baby, laying on his chest during one of his designated mid day naps, late nights fucking you against the kitchen counter, making love in the shower till you’re worn out. John takes care of you and the baby so well, makes you so dependent on him, his poor ditzy thing, leaving never crossed your mind.
listening to: Led Zeppelin, Carpenters, Roberta Flack, Fleetweood Mac, Acrtic Monkeys, Oasis, Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Bread.
cw: 18+ mdni, dark content/deaddove, (it’s fluff at the end), heavy fauxcest (Price referred to as Pa, Dad), fíngering, Older!Price.
Oldman!Price is emotionally constipated (shocker?)
will have finished giving you the meanest whooping of your life, your behind raw and bruised and he’s sure he’s have to rub ointment on it, when he realizes you didn’t actually try to run away.
The old worn tire swing he knows you like so much is just at the edge of his property, he meant to move it since you’d caught wind of the tired thing on a hike but he’d forgotten about it. So when he saw caught you after realizing you hadn’t been in his peripheral for at least ten minutes, he raised hell. 
You’re hiccups and sobs are muffled into the cushion, he’s pressed your head into. He finally let’s go, hand going around the back of your neck to rub his thumb at your nape. The damage is done, it’s his mistake— if he gave the illness, he’ll provide the cure. His reddened hand goes over the swell of your ass, making you flinch and whimper in pain.
“Easy buttercup,” he mutters, straightening you over his lap, his thumb dipping low, pushing your pussy lips open. You suck in a shuddering breath, dazed and tired.
Your lips purse at the feel of his running his thumb through your folds, circling around your clit and back down. You clench his jeans with your fingers, “P-pa—”
“—I know honey, I know, all tired yeah?” He coos gently, rubbing you till he feels arousal coat his thumb, “Gotta relax lovie, just one finger, can take it f’me. So good doll.”
You let out a soft keen, his words melting your brain, body relaxing as he inserts a digit inside you. John takes his time, slow thrusts of his finger in your drenched hole, nudging that sweet spot that makes your hips wiggle in delight, sharp breathes and sweat moans.
Price feels the way your walls flutter, pumping them faster through your spongey walls, making sure your heads still down, cheek to the sofa kitchen. You don’t have to think, you don’t have to move, just feel. And you do, the way the older man curls his finger inside you, finger fucking you just the way you need after wearing you out. Your face screwed up in pleasure.
“You got it buttercup, let it go for me— shit— let Dad feel it.”
You tremble, mewling as your hips buck against his hand, cumming around his digit. He sits you up in his lap, fucking your through your high, whispering just how good you’ve been for him. “Took it so well lovie,” and “my good girl. So prefect.” Planting a kiss on your temple.
He grunts out, knees getting old on him as he lifts you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as he pats your back, your sniffles being heard as Price makes his way up the steps. He mumbles against your neck, rubbing your back, “Such a good kid for me, too good for an old man like me, huh?”
A day or so later, when your butts mostly healed. Price’s gotten you a new tire swing, just a little ways out that he can hear your soft singing in the distance, telling you and the baby to give it a go while he smokes a cigar a fair distance away.
It’s never an apology with words, just had to show you he’ll be more careful next time.
a/n: older!John would never apologize properly, an avid gift giver though. Hes so Dad. lol play Nothings Gonna Hurt You Baby by cigarettes after sèx☠️☠️
Older!Price is so funny because (after the baby was down for the night of course) after that dinner he ruined at your parents house, he definitely had you bunny hopping on his cock at the edge of that rickety hotel bed.
cw: 18+ mdni, smǔt, dad bf!John/toxic!John
You trying to contain your moans so the baby can stay asleep, your plump lips against Johns, his beard prickling your skin. “Pa! Mmph- feels so good pa.”
And John is so proud of you, his little girl, not only riding his fat dick by yourself, but shameless calling out for him like this. He’s buzzing, squeezing you tighter, his hushed deep voice laced with humor.
“Need your Dad’s help to shut you up don’t you baby?”
You stupidly nod against his head, yearning for his lips on yours. You murmur, “Yes sir, please- aah-”
And since you asked so nicely, he gave you a sloppy wet kiss. His tongue intertwining with yours as your lips smack with every kiss, taking in all your moans and keens in his mouth. He grunts as you get tighter.
“Fuck buttercup you’re all mine, all Dads.”
a/n: lol, like I love that weird older!Price so bad.
