*throws John Price At You*

*throws john price at you*

please.....c-can I get more crumbs of Simon pining over a fat!darling please 🥹

i have been rereading crush and it is making me insane on how fond he is of the soft beauty. the body descriptions and the teetering and mish-mash of lust and fluff is making me cry *insert stickman figures*

characters pining over fat beauties is always gourmet I swear 😭😭😭

you're always at the laundromat the first and third thursday of the month, simon's noticed.

he hates that he's noticed, actually, because its testament to the fact that he can't stop looking at, watching, or observing you. it makes him embarrassed, how often he thinks about you. sometimes while on long flights he daydreams about all the times he's watched you bend over to load your clothes into the dryer, your already fat ass getting rounder and wider as you shovel wet towels into a rickety old machine. he's had dreams where he bites at your soft hips and digs his fingers into the rolls in your side, pinning your wide, soft body underneath him. he wants those thick thighs clamped around him and shaking with pleasure that's he's given you. he'd be so good to you if you gave him a chance, he drives himself crazy at night thinking of all the ways he wants to accomplish that.

it would be one thing if it was solely a physical attraction, but no, it can't ever be that simple. you had to go and be kind, didn't you? it almost feels like a personal attack, how unrelentingly nice you are to him. by all rights, you should be doing what everyone else does- either avoiding him or actively ignoring him. he's a big man wearing a balaclava in the middle of summer. you should be nervous around him. you most definitely aren't. you treat him the same way he's seen you treat any stranger- with a respectful distance and a friendly smile. the first time you spoke to him was to offer him a spare quarter when he'd accidentally come up short on change. he's replayed that interaction in his head hundreds of times by now, cursing at himself for just staring for a moment before silently accepting. he should have said something to you, he tells himself as he recalls your small smile as you went back to your book while you waited for your dryer to finish.

the next time he saw you, he made sure to pay back the quarters he'd borrowed. he couldn't stand the thought that you might perceive him as a mooch or something, someone who doesn't repay their debts. you were so sweet, insisting that it's no big deal, that these things happen, and you were just happy to help so he didn't have to deal with sopping wet jeans. he carefully, gently grabbed your wrist and pressed the coins into your palm, closing your fingers around it using his own. it was painfully intimate, as was the soft 'thank you' that you gave in reply.

laundry day is next week. he's not sure what he's going to say or do, but he's got some time to think about it. whatever happens, he can't let a soft, sweet thing like you slip through his fingers. he's spent enough time alone to know that his own thoughts make for terrible company, and that he'd much, much rather be in yours.

exhausted, taking everyone's face gently in my hands: you do not exist to be popular. you are unlikely to find joy if you are focused on how you are perceived every second of every day. you can want feedback and recognition and engagement without tying your entire self worth to it. the things you create have inherent worth whether they get one click or one hundred likes. please stop saying that you are nothing without engagement or people simpering over you it makes the people who do enjoy and interact with your things feel shitty and it makes it hard to interact with you when curating a positive creative space

pocket princess!! if you feel up to it could you pls write something fluffy with price x reader x soap. id love to see something lighthearted with price handling his loves <3!!

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Pairing: Price x Reader x Soap

Word Count: 727

Synopsis: A soft shared moment of peace between the three loved ones on a snowy night 🫶

A/N: Absolutely crying cause I couldn’t think of how to make this one longer 😭😭😭. I hated how long this was taking tho so I did my best, I hope you like it! I will continue to work on your Gaz ask and make it longer I promise 👀

Cw: None! It’s fluffy content between Bun’s favorite boys 🫶

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Winter is always one of your favorite seasons. It definitely isn’t because of the snow. You hate having to constantly uncover the white flakes of frozen water from your car and pray that the doors aren’t frozen shut. It isn’t necessarily because of the holidays, even if they are always fun to celebrate with loved ones. It’s not even about the peppermint lattes you love to get on the way to work every morning when it’s being sold at your local cafe. Winter is your favorite season because of the moment you currently find yourself in.

The dim light of the television was the only thing illuminating your shared bedroom. The chatter of the late night show was quiet, just although loud to hear the men gossip about the actor’s movie and their experience on set. “It’s all rubbish, the reviews he’s speakin’ of..” You hear John lazily mumble against the right side of your collarbone, “The movie wasn’t any good.” The brit is against your side with an arm wrapped snugly just under your chest. His head rests on your shoulder, nearly falling asleep on you as the season’s early nights took its toll. The neatly trimmed mutton chops tickle your skin as he settles further against you. It’s a warm weight against you that you’ve grown familiar with, as well as come to love.

“Didn’t know ye watch cheesy rom coms, captain.” The Scottish accent of your other boyfriend fills your senses from your left and you turn to look at him with the same amused smile he’s wearing. Johnny’s eyes are closed, more in a half conscious state than John is. His head rests lower on your body, more against your chest than your collarbone, with an arm around your stomach, leaving you sandwiched in between the two men you loved so dearly. In addition, one of his legs is also laced with yours.

“Occasionally..” John mutters after a moment’s silence, earning a quiet chuckle from the scot.

The lighthearted banter between the two of them was always endearing to you, filling you with more warmth than the heat the two bodies around you did. It was more than welcome with how cold it’s been lately. You take a glance out the window on the left wall of the room, watching as large snowflakes fall down continuously. The hand on John’s shoulder absentmindedly toys with the hem of his sleeve while the other traces gentle patterns onto Johnny’s back.

These moments are scarce, but you cherish them with every fiber of your being. It’s not everyday you get to enjoy the peace and quiet. The worries that plagued your mind everytime the two went out for work are non-existent, even if it's temporarily. It is as if the dangers and horrors of the real world just aren’t there anymore and it was just the three of you.

A heavy sigh of content left Johnny and you could feel his weight against you become heavier as he relaxed. John places a soft kiss against your warm skin. You smiled lovingly at the feeling, tilting your head to rest against the top of his.

A yawn slips past your lips and John smiles against your collarbone at the sound, reaching behind him to pluck the remote from the bedside table. His movements are slow and careful, not wanting to jostle the two of you too much and disturb the peace that’s made its way into the atmosphere. “Get some sleep, sweetheart,” John whispered to you. He hit the power button, sending the room into total darkness before setting the remote back onto the table. His weight shifts back onto you, easily snuggling back into the spot against you. The blanket is pulled back over you before his arm returns back across your torso.

“You, too. G’Night, Johnny,” John said this with a gentle tap to Johnny’s nose with his knuckle. The scot simply huffs, already in the process of dozing off against you.

The room grows silent now, save for the collective breaths of relaxation being shared between the three of you. Your head falls to lean against the pillow under it, eyes falling shut. The warmth of the two men’s physical presence and love helps you to settle in a blanket of comfort. It works wonders lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

I'm a very clumsy person and knock things over ALL the time and like - how would simon (or the other keepers) react if their kept pet was accidentially making messes or running into things? Cause I knocked over my coffee today and wanted to cry-

Ok this is pretty soft because I have a bit of a reaction to accidentally dropping or spilling things myself. I really don’t believe in punishing people for accidents like that and since it’s my au, I’ve decided none of the keepers do either.

Simon, of course, would worry and never get upset. He doesn’t like you around broken glass, though, higher chance of getting injured. So he takes steps to make it safer for Feral. He gets those plastic cups with lids to decrease glass and spills. Anything liquid, actually, gets a lid of some kind. There are no vases and the lamps are all metal with canvas shades. You already don’t do dishes, though, so at least he doesn’t have to worry about the plates and knives.

Johnny coos over his poor shy thing getting spooked and teary when she breaks stuff. It was an accident! She didn’t mean to! She’s sorry, she didn’t see it! He always soothes her with hugs and gentle kisses, promises that it’s no big deal, he breaks stuff all the time. On bad days when she shakes a lot, she gets plastic plates and bowls and cups - pretty, adult ones of course. Just safer and less nerve wracking. And he always picks stuff up for her when she drops it, every little thing.

Price is perfectly calm and understanding. Accidents happen, he’s not going to punish his good girl for silly mistakes. Throwing stuff would be one thing, but bumping a glass over or knocking something down isn’t anything to get upset over. He’ll carefully take her out of the room and double check that she’s not injured. If she is, he takes care of her first, then handles any broken glass or pieces. He accepts her apologies but reminds her that she didn’t do anything wrong. He keeps buying glassware though.,.. he likes taking care of her after all.

ok so i just had a thought that i need to put somewhere. bestfriend!possessive! soap who finds out you have toys and gets mad because why wouldn't you just come to him??!! that's what best friends are for, how could you have not realized that?

im gonna be honest, i imagine it being Ghost that would get annoyed with your toys because he thinks he should be in charge of your pleasure.

Soap, on the other hand, would start literally drooling if he found the toys hidden in your bedside table or in a box under your bed and you'd see him suddenly staring at you from the other side of the room, his eyes glinting like a wolf's in the darkness, and a shudder would run through you. like just a screaming voice in your head telling you to get OUT of your apartment lmao.

I drew nikto for the first time today