Dick: I Just Think, Maybe, You're Wrong.

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thinking about how the more time you spend with john (price), the more you notice he's so much like a damn bear.

during winters, the time on leave he gets for christmas is predominantly spent snoring with you tucked under his arm. if you even attempt to get up, price'll groan and whine about how you can sleep in just a few spare minutes with him. once he's finally up and out of the tangle of blankets and sheets, he'll pester you about taking a nap on the living room couch with him.

or how he uses the door frames around the house to sate his constant need to itch his back. pressing the between of his shoulders to the trim, letting out little grunts that sound suspiciously close to a bears huffy growls as he rubs back and forth against the wood.

the man is also a brute. broad shoulders that roll like the hills of moors; a chest that flexes and softens with nearly every breath. when you press your hand to him, your nearly stunned that you two are the same species solely based on how he's built.

but most of all, his forests of hair on nearly every expanse of flesh. the downy fur that adorns his chest, or the dark blankets that wrap around his forearms like armored cuffs.

it's part of his charm, you suppose.

141 + konig, Alejandro, and Rudy with an S/O that has thick thighs

141 + koni, alejandro, n rudy with a s/o that’s got thickkk thighs

a/n: im so sorry for the delay in posts but i trust have sm to post yall don’t even worry

mainly cutesy stuff with some suggestive moments

john price loves how your thighs hug any pants you wear. he loves to keep a spare hand on them whenever he’s next to you, whether that is in a meeting or just relaxing on the couch. he believes that your thighs make your body just that much more perfect.

simon riley is obsessed with the shape of your thighs. he believes that they’re plush pillows that were made specifically for him to lay on. not even in a sexual way, he loves kissing up and down your thighs. the soft skin makes it a luxury experience for him.

johnny mactavish thinks your thighs are the best part of your body. of course he adores your face, but the way your thighs get bigger when you sit down, almost welcoming him to use them as pillows. he loves the way they grip around him when you’re on top.

kyle garrick believes being between your thighs is heaven on earth. in a sexual and non sexual manner. he loves sitting between your thighs and letting you stroke through his hair. he listens to you talk about your day but tends to get distracted by thinking about what your reaction would be if he flipped his head over.

könig LUUVSSSS how your thighs look in shorts. good lord omg. like you’ll just be walking around base and it takes everything in that tank of a man to not put you on the countertops and. i mean what omg lol. but he’ll also love up on you if you ever get self conscious about stretch marks, reassuring you it just adds to your perfections.

alejandro vargas is a slut for your thighs, sorry. the way they’re like the foundation of your body’s shape drives him insane. especially if you’re going out to an event and decide to wear a risqué dress, exposing the plush skin to everybody there. when you get home he’ll make sure to teach you a lesson.

rudy parra loves massaging your thighs. you’re not sure how it started. whenever he gets home from a particularly rough mission or if he just needs intimate time with you, he’ll make you lay down and allow him to massage them. it’s stress relieving for both you and him. rudy can’t help himself, not his fault your build is perfect.

boyfriend hoodie!!

-Hey Ghost! -Ay up Johnny!

Some more ghostprice for brenna! Thanks for waiting 😮‍💨⚡️

He's being domesticated guys

people will be like "go to therapy" when they see people engaging w freaky kinks as if a therapist wouldn't sit there, look you straight in the eye, and tell you that there's absolutely nothing wrong with that

Everyone who sees you and Simon has a different idea of who the parasite is. Because it’s got to be one of you, otherwise the whole damned world won’t make sense.

The people who see the way you smile after Simon punches the lights out of someone who hit on you at the bar, the way you heap shopping bags on him without a word– they figure that some conniving, pretty thing has taken an ugly, lonely dog and wrapped it around her little finger to do her bidding. Who would otherwise be with a beast like that unless they were getting something out of it? He’s a bit older, too. You’re probably milking him for all he’s got, and the poor bastard might even be aware, but he’s too desperate to stop it from happening. People have a miraculous way of pitying the thing that disgusts them– as if the disgusting thing ever asked. The disgusting thing would prefer to be neither disgusting nor pitied, but if it had to pick one? It would rather be disgusting.

The people who see Simon’s bruising grip around your waist, the way he grabs you by the hand and pulls you out of establishments, the way he grunts when you dote on him– they think poor thing. Letting a brute handle her like that. She probably has no self respect, thinks that she can’t do any better, is convinced that hurt and love are close bedfellows. Probably has a strained relationship with her parents, if there’s any at all. Probably too scared to leave. Bet he just grabbed the first soft thing he could see when he realized that he needed something to keep inside, to warm his bed, to make his tea, to bear the brunt of his feelings of impotence. You must be helpless and lost. You must cry yourself to sleep sometimes. You must know that one day he might rip something out that you can’t grow back.

In reality, they should be scared of your symbiosis. As if created by the philosopher’s stone, your bond was forged without sacrifice. The ultimate fulfillment in auto-cannibalism is unattainable, but you’ve figured out how to perpetually nourish and consume each other, a two-headed ouroboros. It was supposed to be Adam pulling free his rib to create his woman, not two anatomical dolls sitting on the floor together and exchanging plastic organs. 

You don’t like the pickles and he does, so you get to take your pickles off of your burger and he gets to have extra pickles.

Wrote this in one sitting lol

You always call Simon by a nickname. Your favorites are "hun", "bubba", and "love". He pretends to be exasperated with you using them, but he doesn't hide the tiny smile that creases his eyes.

"Hi bubba, how was your day at work?"

"Love, can you hand me the garlic powder from the shelf, please?"

"Looking so handsome today, hun."

Simon associates your nicknames with good things and loving emotions. He doesn't remember the last time he heard his name from you outside the bedroom.

"Simon, can you come here please?"

It's as if a cold bucket of ice water is dumped over his spine and he freezes. He's been sitting in his home office filling out reports and filing paperwork while you did your own thing to keep yourself busy. The pen in his hand almost bleeds ink onto the paper before he catches himself and lifts the tip up before shakily setting it down and off to the side. As he pushes himself out of his chair, Simon's brain is working overtime asking himself what he did to upset you. Did he forget an important date? Was he neglecting you and not caring for your needs? Did you just not love him anymore?

That last one carried his feet quicker into the living room where you sat watching TV, your back facing him. As soon as he makes his presence known though, you turn around in your seat and flash him that brilliant and heart-stopping smile of yours, no underlying emotions hidden underneath as far as Simon's aware.

"Come sit, hun! GBBO is showing the episode with Michael Sheen!" You softly pat his usual spot on the sofa right next to you. He searches your face for a beat with furrowed brows, clocking in on your use of a nickname this time. He doesn't make a sound as he practically glides over to plop down next to you, thoughts still swimming and hardly paying any attention to the screen in front of him.

"Si? You okay?" Your voice brings him back and he looks over to your confused face, eyebrows creased in slight worry. He huffs and debates letting it go as you've gone back to using your pet names, but he wants his communicating skills to be better for you, so he sucks in a shaky breath and let's it out in quiet admission.

"Are you upset with me?"

You tilt your head, brows furrowing even deeper as you immediately shake your head. "No? Why would I be, have you done anything that would make me upset?"

Simon in turn also shakes his head. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything, but he can't go back to being quiet now that you know something is up. "I just... You- you used my name when y'called me. Y'never use my name, only those silly nicknames."

Your brows unfurl in understanding and he watches as your lips twitch upward in amusement. "Oh Si, is that what this is about? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

You gently take both his trembling hands in yours and squeeze them softly, not looking away as you continue. "I'm not upset with you, bubba. I didn't realize just how much I've been calling you anything other than your name and you got so used to it."

A huge boulder was lifted off his shoulders as he sighed in relief, then huffed in embarrassment. "Guess I overreacted a bit, yeah?"

You smirked, teasing. "A little, but I'm happy you told me. Feels nice to talk about things instead of bottling everything up, right?" You poke at his chest lightly and he chuckles with you, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Simon with a gross breeding kink not because he wants a family (though getting you full and round wld be fun eeeh) but because it's his foolish way of claiming you.

No one can deny you're his if you're so full of his cum you're practically leaking it out all day. And no one can deny his claim if he taints you with his horrible bloodline. No one would want you after knowing his seed has been there — when your insides are practically shaped like his cock.

Idk I think he is so shattered and broken that he would immediately associate cumming in you to forever tainting you and branding you.