#toni asks

[shotmrmiller]

Imagine price has a huge crush on medic reader, and one day while reader is patching him up their say “you remind me of my dad”….price is HEART BROKEN, the person that he’s been chasing after, making him look like a fool sees him as a father figure and not future husband material, later he tells the team about this and ghost chimes in like “you know you could use this to your advantage, like some women like men like that, think it’s called a DILF”, after that price becomes a certified dilf, calling you a “good girl/boy” and rolling up his sleeves every chance he gets, he’ll also be more strict with you

could never be me. what dad?

ghost being the wingman and telling him to stop using rogaine and let those silver hairs shine. DILF MATERIAL.

instead of the regular dad ruffling of hair, he flattens his palm on the crown of your head and gives your hair a tug. his heart almost leaps out of his throat when you groan cuz you have an oncoming headache or something.

fully hopping on that.

[superlustersnew52]

"Mmmm... Such a good little girl... Daddy loves how you suck his fat cock..." Grinning as I squeezed her huge tits, I tugged the woman's blouse open and let them spill out into the open as she greedily swallowed my length. Leaning over, I pressed a small button on her desk. "Pepper, do me a favor and cancel all of Toni's appointments for the day... She's going to be busy being my whore today..." I smirked, not caring if Pepper burst in to see her boss as a slutty bimbo on her knees.

Toni moaned loudly around his cock as she eagerly bobbed her head up and down his length. Daddy’s cock was the most delicious thing in the world! It was like it was made to stuff her slutty mouth...

“Wait, what? Toni has very important-” Pepper’s voice started, before Toni let out a groan and pulled her lips off of Daddy’s cock to speak to her, “Pepper-whore, don’t talk back to Daddy! Starkslut is busy today.”

Toni instantly went back to sucking on his cock, and Pepper giggled a bit, her voice noticeably higher when she spoke again, “Right! Silly Pepper-whore! I’m so sorry, Daddy, I’ll cancel all of Starkslut’s meetings right away!”

[benditliketoni]

Neck instability and EDS?

So for the last few months my neck seems to have got 100% worse. It started cracking more and now it hurts and my head feels so heavy, it's giving me headaches. Anybody experienced the same?

[shotmrmiller]

Ok but line cook Simon would deal with customers himself that give you trouble. Like if you came in crying because a customer yelled at you for getting his order wrong (which you didn’t)? He rips the plate from your hands and marches up to that customer.

naw, simon's def got a violent history. he'll just ask you --in a tender tone you've never really heard him use before-- what the customer looks like. you have an inkling as to why he's asking but you're just so upset. you'd had day after day of shit tips, mean tables and your car's tire popped this morning that you're just over it.

his gaze is eerily blank as you describe the customers' hair color and outfit. he'll give you a pat on the bum (can't keep his hands off you even when your eyes are glassy with tears. maybe he likes it idk) and tells you to let him know when the table leaves.

johnny will coo at you that whatever happens is not, under any circumstance, your fault. it is simon's decision alone, you had nothing to do with it. but it's best that you come home with them for the next week or two, just to keep you safe.

[shotmrmiller]

Ok, so, a few weeks ago, I was feeling a little curious and decided to look up one of those prison penpal sites online. Rest assured, I didn’t contact anyone, it just turned into me and my bestie reading the profiles and guessing what each person was charged with, BUT, it got me thinking.. Imagine being pen pals with the 141 guys while they were incarcerated. Maybe you send that first letter as a dare or maybe you just desperately need a stranger to confide in.

God dude.

Imagine that the prison doesn't really filter who makes one of those videos asking-- practically begging-- for communication from the outside. Something with bubbly letters that match your looks, or some sloppy handwriting that they could get inked onto their skin.

You and your friend make a bet and you lose. Now you're whipping out a loose sheet of paper and you're scrolling on your phone for the one.

Is it Simon? (the murderer. a man who snuffed the life out of another simply because he could)

John Price? (drug dealer. a man with sleeper agents in the very government that incarcerated him.)

Kyle? (hitman. took lives of very important people in other countries)

Johnny? (money launderer. he's good at receiving illegal tender and dealing with it.)

They keep it simple enough. How's the outside world? What's tasty in McDonalds? News? Politics? You?

Got a lover? Kids? would you like one

Omg and then to get an in person visit for the first time. They've made a thin, metal band for you because you're theirs now 🥴

[shotmrmiller]

line cook Simon and bartender Johnny being actually concerned for your well being because it’s the 4th time this week that you’ve came in with your hair up in a bun vs the usual fun hairstyles you use to get more tips and obvious dark circles under your eyes. Simon doesn’t touch you for the whole shift and Johnny just tries to be his version of polite, which just has YOU pulling them into the freezer and demanding them to tell you why they won’t touch you anymore.

it rings bells in their head because why that wording in specific?

simon grabs your wrist in a surprisingly tender fashion and draws circles over your racing pulse with his thumb which causes you to admit that your self esteem is in the gutter .

you know better than to let people's opinions about you or your body get to you but

this time it was like an arrow shot and hit a vulnerable point in your armor.

someone said something, maybe your low-key crush that just struck a raw nerve and now you feel...inadequate.

johnny's response is an silent fury and he just leaves without saying anything, leaving simon to be the one with the words.

he says that he's not mad at you or nothin', just that who'd say that about their favorite girl? ridiculous. as if you weren't the best thing they've ever laid their eyes on.

simon then lowers his head, his breath warming the shell of your ear as he murmurs that if you really want him to touch you, to meet him during his smoke break outside in a few. all he needs is your consent and 5 minutes of your time.

[shotmrmiller]

Stalker!Price holy shit-

There would be no escape from him. You'd need to somehow become legally dead or delete your info from gov't databases, change your name, and change your appearance but even that might not be enough. No one is untouchable after all, especially if you're being stalked by John Price of all people

And the scene where he pops out from the darkness in Shepherd's office? He could very easily get into your house pop out of the darkness there too when the time is right

it'd be impossible. see he's got 3 other hounds who've been trained to sniff out anyone that goes into hiding. if he himself cannot find you, his dogs will. and they won't be muzzled.

bork!

ik that him talking to shepherd was for cinematic purposes but if you've ever seen road to perdition, that's how the ending shouldve been. a quick, silent in, a couple of shots ring out and then he leaves without a WORD.

BOSS.

honestly, he prob would've forgotten you if you'd given him your legal name but you just had to go and make yourself interesting. everyone loves him, see? he's the one kids look up to, the one the older ladies flirt with at the grocery store.

so why didn't you?

he approached you with the same charm and grace that has fooled even the wisest of men. but here you had to come with your intuition— the inner compass that pointed away from the danger.

smart little sheep you are. now he's simply gotta have a taste.

[shotmrmiller]

Touch starved Simon loves cock warming (when he’s too tired to have sex with you). It’s the closest he can get to you.

ooo!!! post-op! comes crawling home, run through the fucking wringer because man is trying to catch makarov a lot of work and he'd almost whimpered in relief when price told the boys to go home for a week.

he doesn't want mindless rutting when he first lays eyes on you, all soft curves hidden underneath that blanket he despises (he always wakes up damp with sweat in the middle of the night because of it)

he'll slink into the bed, bare as the day he was born because i believe our man sleeps with his meat just hanging (rip to any home invader cuz imagine the last thing you ever see is a beast in human form stomping your way with a weapon in his hand and his uncut length swinging like a pendulum in between his legs lmaoooo)

and if you're in a deep sleep he keeps his touches light and innocent, just basking in your warmth and such til you stir awake then thats where he's throwin a leg over his hip and gently sliding in your wet heat until you feel him in your lungs

(bonus points if his movements are slow and languid as he presses a kiss in the hollow of your throat, nestling his face by the crown of your head, and is snoring within minutes.)