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Old Lovers

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, language, old married couple, meet cute, eating out, P in V, dirty talking, kissing, children, blowjob, fingering,

𖤐Summary: The years of husband Price and his wife Y/n

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September 84' (The Meet Cute)

John Price, starting to join the military at the age 18. He didn't want to work in a corporation, he wanted to help his country and help his family.

He sits at the bar with his mates, joking around and drinking. One of his mates was trying to bet John into picking up girls. John wasn't really there for girls, he was just here to have fun and drink with his friends.

Price looks around and sees a girl his age sitting alone, her finger circled the rim of her glass, she looked bored or waiting on someone. She looks at the door hearing the bell ring, but soon looked disappointed when it wasn't who she thought it was.

"Hey, go get her number," his mate says, slinging his arm over Price shoulders.

"What? No, what if she's waiting on someone?"

"She probably is, but have you seen anyone come to her in the last 20 minutes? No. Go talk to her, hot shot," Price's friend encouraged him.

Price downed his drink and slammed the glass on the bar counter, and walking towards her, her chin rested in her palm as he sits next to her.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," she says back, but looking back at the TV still on the wall.

"You waiting on someone? My mates and I saw you and you've been here close to an hour now...are you waiting for a date?" He asked.

"I am...were you stalking me?"

"N-No, I wasn't sorry, I guess that came out wrong. I've just noticed that...nah, nothing I'll say next will be better," he says.

"Yeah," she turns back to the TV's.

"Sorry, I'll start again. I'm John," he puts his hand out, she looks down at his hand seeing it all scared and calloused and then back at his eyes.

"I'm Y/n."

"Nice to meet you...so...date?"

"He told me around 8, it's almost 9...guess I'm getting stood up."

"No...I'm here...why not hang out with me?"

"And your friends?" Y/n looks passed Price seeing them all hit each other or headlock one another.

"Nah, just me...their...idiots," John says.

Y/n smiles at Price leaning on her knees close to John. He smirks at her as her hands then go to his knees.

"I guess...we can hang out."

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Y/n held a pool stick in her hand and Price leaned over the pool table hitting the Cueball and hitting the triangle of balls till one went into a pocket. He then comes to Y/n his hand going onto her waist.

"Have you ever played pool before?"

"A few times, but I'm never that good," she says.

"Guess, I'm solids," he says, leaning back over the pool table. "I can show you how to play?"

"Thanks," she says as he missed.

She leans over the pool table, Price behind her, his hand on her waist and the other where her hand rested on the pool stick.

"You wanna move the stick back and forth like this, try not to accidently hit the white ball and then...boom..." he says as the white ball hit against hers landing in a pocket. "There you go," he tells her.

They played pool for a little bit going on 3 rounds of it till Price won one, yeah, beginners luck maybe, but Y/n had won two rounds.

"Are you happy you won?" She teased him.

"Very...you wanna...come back to my place, maybe?"

"Sure," she says with a smile on her face and her hands resting on his belt.

"Woah, risky?"

"Not just yet."

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Price had Y/n pinned up against the wall of his apartment. He had rented an apartment close to the base he worked on, his hands going up her skirt feeling the lacy panties she was wearing.

He hasn't had sex in a hot minute but he was ready and so was Y/n. He stops and she strips out of her dress.

John smirks seeing her bare breasts on display for him and her hip dips looking sexy, he goes on his knees kissing between her thighs and biting at her soft flesh.

He smirks looking up at her as his hands gripped her ass earning a soft moan from her lips.

"Fuck," he cusses.

He picks her up taking her to his bedroom setting her on his bed and pulling her to the edge pulling her panties off and getting a view of her pussy.

"Holy shit."

"What?" She was scared.

"Oh n-nothing bad...it's been a while since I've done it so," he licks his lips and starts licking between her folds. "And she looks cute," he says talking about her clit.

She tosses her head back and moans, her fingers getting tangled into his short hair.

He groans into making out with her clit. Licking her bud and suckling on it here and there.

"Don't stop," she moans.

"Wasn't planning on it," he says, kissing her clit and licking it. Her head goes back against the mattress, her legs wanting to close around his head.

She was close and Price knew. He then shoves his tongue in and out of her, earning moans from her. Price could feel her squeezing around his tongue he groans when he felt like his tongue might get cut off.

He pulls his togue out and cum leaks from her clit. He smirks licking her clean, but cum kept coming from her.

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90' (Proposal)

Price was messing with the velvet box in his jacket pocket. He was nervous, he was going to propose to Y/n. They've been together for 6 years now, and today was the day he was going to make her his fiancé.

He had asked Y/n to meet him at their place. Their 'place' is a little pond in a park, there was a white bench Y/n and Price had sat on and feed the ducks in the pond for hours, it was one of their most peaceful dates and every now and then would come back to this pond to just talk and that's all Price was going to do was just...talk.

"John," he hears Y/n's soft voice. He looks up and sees her in a cute summer dress.

"You look gorgeous," he says to her.

"Thank you," she says, kissing his lips and sitting with him on the bench. "How come you wanted to meet here? Why not at home?"

"Just...wanted to talk," he says.

"Okay...about what?" She asked him.

"Life...I want to...Y/n I'm gonna be straightforward, I want to spend my life with you, entirety with you, you make me happy ever since the bar where we first met, all dates before, I love you Y/n, you know I do, and I know you love me. I want...to spend my life with you forever. I love you, I want you to have my children, I want to grow old with you, I want everything with you...you make me so, so, fucking happy. When I'm gone on deployment all I think about is you, and how am I going to make it up to you for being gone for so long."

Price then starts to get on one knee back straight pulling the velvet box from his pocket, he opens the box showing off the most beautiful ring she's ever seen before. Her hands cup over her mouth in shock and awe.

"John."

"Y/n L/n...would you please...make me the happiest man of Earth and...marry me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, hundred times yes," she gets off the bench and bends down kissing his lips and he slides the ring on her finger.

"It looks gorgeous on you," he says, kissing her lips again.

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2000 (Wedding)

It hasn't been that stressful, all of Price's and Y/n's family took care of all the plans of wedding, whatever they wanted their families would try and do for them.

All Y/n and Price had to do was get their dress and tuxedo.

Y/n was in the bride suite nervous as hell. She was pacing back and forth in the suite, she was biting her thumbnail and the door opened and her mom and step dad.

"What's wrong, honey? Her mom asked.

"I'm just nervous."

"I get it, I was nervous marrying your mom."

"You're not helping, Chris."

"Sorry."

"Honey, we are right in the crowd if you want to stop this."

"I don't want it to stop. I love him, I'm just-I've never been married before, my nerves are just shot...I need a drink."

"Don't drink before you get married," her mom says.

"A shot of vodka."

"No vodka."

"Mom!" Y/n groans.

"We need to get going," Chris says, putting his arm out for Y/n to take. "He's waiting for you."

Chris was always there for Y/n, treating her like his own daughter. Y/n's dad cheated on her mom when she was 4 months pregnant with her. She did everything on her own and once Y/n was born, she met Chris, and he became Y/n's father for her, being a father figure she needed in her life.

Everyone stood up in the crowd and looked at Y/n, she hated that everyone was staring at her but she knows it's for a good reason, Chris's hand landed on hers.

"Everything will be okay."

"I know," she whispers.

Once they made it to the end of the aisle Chris handed Y/n over to John. Y/n's veil was still covering her face and then the Priest started to talk.

"Now do you John Price, take Y/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And Y/n L/n do you take John Price to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"And now with the power invested in me...you may now kiss your bride," Price lifts Y/n's veil exposing her beauty to him, he smiles leaning down and kissing her lips, both families cheered as the veil then draped over Price.

John then picked Y/n up carrying her down the aisle.

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The rest of the night was just a big party for everyone. Everyone dancing having a good time. John and Y/n sat at the Bride and Grooms table looking at everyone dance.

Y/n had changed from her big dress that weighed more than her to a short white dress that was light and stopped at her mid-thigh, Price's hand rested on her smooth thigh pitching at the skin every so often.

Her small hand rested on his as he messes with her.

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Price held Y/n against his bare body, they laid on their shared bed, it was soft and comfortable. His tongue grazed her lips, they haven't been off each other since the party. His hands touching her body, her hands resting on his shoulder as they just been making out since they've got home.

"God, you're so hot."

"In what way?" She pushed.

"You know, your body is warm, you tongue is hot, and this," his hand goes between her thighs, she moans throwing her head back. "She's so fucking hot, wet."

"J-John."

"Come on, all we've been doing is making out, I want sex," he says sitting up, putting her legs on either side of his, hands smoothing down her thighs and stomach.

Price leans over her kissing her lips and aligning himself at her entrance slowly pushing into her. She moans into the kiss her legs wrapping around his waist.

He starts to thrust, at a fast pace, she moans and grips his arms leaving nail marks into his skin.

"AH!" She moans.

Price kissed her jaw, and her neck earning soft moans from her, his tips hitting her spot just right, he sits up holding her waist trusting harder and faster into her.

"Fuck," she puts her head back.

"God you make me so fucking horny, it's impossible to comprehend," he says.

He starts going faster making her feel weak under him but she loves him and will do anything for him just the same just the same for her. She grips the pillow behind her head as she feels herself about to come soon.

"God," he moans and then pulls out seeing cum leak from her and his tip.

Y/n sits up and gets on her hands and knees and starts licking his tip. Price put his head back and placed his hand on the back of Y/n's head. She bobs her head up and down as he then starts to gently squeeze her ass and then slowly start to stick two fingers into her.

She moans around his cock, he also groaned when feeling the vibrations around his cock. Price then bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of her throat and coming into her mouth.

She moves her mouth and cum leaking from her mouth along with some drool.

"Fuck, you look so fucking hot with my cum in your mouth," he says, cupping her chin to make her look up at him and cum leaking from the corners of her lips.

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04' (First Pregnancy)

Y/n hasn't been feeling good for an entire month, she went to her doctor about and told her about a potential pregnancy, but John is away on deployment, and has been for a month, it might have happened before he left.

She never did bring up the fact she was sick to him, so he didn't have to worry about her. She sits on the toilet lid looking at her hands as the pregnancy test laid on the sink. She waited for 10 minutes.

It was 5 for it to developed but she was too afraid to look at it. Her and John haven't talked about kids. She looks at the test, she'll have to look at it at some point.

She gets off the toilet lid and looked down at the pink test.

Positive

After the one she took about 4 more to be certain! And each one came back positive.

She paced around the bedroom as she was making a gift to send to Price. With every test and then a onesie saying "You're gonna be a daddy" on it. But she also was thinking about not telling him, but he'll know.

He'll find out whenever he comes back, seeing her plump in the belly carrying his child.

Fuck it.

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A Week Later

"Hey, Lieutenant Price you've got mail, it's from your wife," everyone in the barracks all oh and awe at Price as he gets up and grabs the box from his Captain.

He heads back to his bed, placing the box on his lap and opening it after smiling at your handwriting. He then looks down into the box and smiles seeing what contains. He pulls out a smaller box and opening it seeing the pregnancy tests and then the black onesie with white lettering on it.

"Hey Price, what get?" His mate asked seeing everything. "Holy shit."

"I'm going to be a dad...I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!!" He yells as everyone cheered Price.

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2 Months Later

Once Price back home, he stares at the house knowing what contains inside now is his pregnant wife. She's two months pregnant. Price sees the door open and Y/n came out.

"John," he puts everything down and hugs her body.

"Holy shit, honey, you're pregnant!"

"I know," she giggles, she's glad Price isn't upset with her, but how could he? He could never be upset with her. "You're not mad are you?"

"Why would I? When I proposed I said I want you to carry my babies, I'm glad you're carrying my child," he placed his hands on her stomach, it was barely plump. He bends down on his knees close to her stomach.

"Hey baby...it's me your daddy...I can't wait for you to be here, I can't wait to show you so many things, I can't wait for you to either be a boy or a girl, I don't care...I can't wait for you," he kissed her belly.

"Come on, Solider...let's get inside."

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9 Months Later

Y/n was in pain, so much of it, she tried to roll on her side but the doctors wouldn't allow her, Price held her hand and could only watch her with sorry eyes as for how much she was in, her head leaned to him and he placed his left hand on the side of her head and kissed her.

"I'm sorry, love, everything will be okay, I promise, you are strong and I am so proud of you, okay?"

"John."

"Yes?"

"Shut up before I rip your tongue out," she says through painful groans. He knows she doesn't mean it but it was still a threat.

"I see the head, one more push, Mrs. Price," Y/n did just that giving a big push. "It's a boy!"

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Y/n held her newborn baby boy in her arms, John laid next to her looking at his wife and son.

"You didn't really mean you were gonna rip my tongue out were you?"

"When did I say that?"

"Not too long ago."

"Sorry, honey, must have been just the moment," Y/n says, cupping his chin and kissing his lips. "I didn't mean it," she says.

"Sure...mama is a bit scary sometimes, little Beau," Price says, rubbing his nose and Beau's tiny forehead.

"I'm not scary."

"You can be," he says, kissing Y/n's forehead.

"Nah, I'm not scary, baby," Y/n says holding her baby up and kissed his chubby cheeks.

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A few Months later

Price had stayed home from deployment ever since Beau was born. Beau was always stuck to his mom, Y/n could barely put his down for a minute without having to be yelled at by her son asking to be held.

"Hey, don't yell at your mother," Price says as he picks up Beau who was still crying for Y/n.

"John."

"He's such a mamas boy, hey why not ask for daddy, huh? I'm here to," Y/n giggles at Price.

"He's a baby, he doesn't know any better," she says, taking Beau from Price.

"See now he's quiet...those are mine you're laying on," Price says, referencing to Y/n's breasts, Beau has made claim as his pillow, even though they were Price's first.

"My boobs aren't pillows for anyone," she says.

"They were mine first," Price says, leaning closer to Beau.

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September 11' (Price's Promotion to Captain)

Price stood on stage as General Shepherd was promoting him from Lieutenant to Captain. Price has worked so hard to become where he is. He looks into the crowd seeing his wife sitting his with his 7 year old son and 4 year old daughter Iris.

He smiles at his family and continued to stand tall as he was given a metal for his honor, bravery, and one for being Captain of Task Force 141. A new force Price was going to be in charge of which would be an honor for him to do.

After the ceremony Iris came running up to her father. He bends down picking up Iris putting her on his hip and Beau hugged Price's legs.

"I'm so proud of you," Y/n says, placing her hand on Price's chest and kissed his lips.

"Thank you, love," he says.

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9:00PM

Once going home all Price wanted to do was celebrate but not by party no, no, not at all.

"AH! AH! J-John wait," Y/n was pinned on her back as Price was trusting fast into her.

"No waiting. I've waiting to do this all fucking day," he growls pinning her hands above her head.

Y/n's legs wrapped around his waist. They weren't young like before, Price was hurting after they did it before Iris came along. His back was hurting along with his legs, he was sore for a while.

"Y-You're going t-to hurt yourself a-again," she says.

"I'm fine, I'm a grown man, I can handle a bit of pain," he says.

"A weeks worth?"

"Less talking more fucking," he growls moving a bit faster.

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23' (Beau's Graduation)

Beau had graduated and Y/n was a crying mess and Price stayed strong and Iris...she could careless.

"My baby boy."

"Mom, please."

"Y/n, let the boy breath."

"I'm sorry."

"I'll still be home before I go to Uni."

"I know, I know, it just seemed like yesterday you were just a baby."

"Mom," he groans again.

Beau had picked a college all the way in California...Berkley. Y/n was proud of him, but wished he could have found a college close to home.

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2 weeks now, 2 weeks and Beau and his family were in the airport waiting for beau to board his flight. Y/n hasn't let Beau go since they walked passed through the doors.

"Mom."

"Don't you mom me, I'm going to miss you baby."

"I know, but I'll visit, you know I will," Beau looks up at Price.

"You did good kid," he says, messing up Beau's dirty blond hair.

"And you don't put stress on mom and dad," he says to Iris.

"Yeah, yeah, go on before mom changes her mind."

"On what?" Y/n sounded offended.

"To even let him board the plane."

"Sure, bye," Beau says as he waves to his family. Y/n held Price's waist as they watched him go through the gate to his flight.

"I'm gonna miss him."

"I know, love," Price says.

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34' (Old Hearts)

Price is sitting on the front porch of his little home, he built for him and Y/n, they were living in Yorkshire now, their kids are grown up, they have 5 grandchildren and they are living happily in the middle of Yorkshire.

Price's eyes were closed listening to the birds and watching the sun fall in the distance. Price had retired after the Military when he was 45, he's close to 70 now, and Y/n was 67.

"John...I made your favorite."

"Shrimp Alfredo?" Price opens his eyes and looks at his wife standing in the door way of their home.

"You know it, come on," Price's back was hurting him that's what he gets for being old and working so hard in the military.

Y/n was giving him a plate as he sat at the table. Price's legs became weak and he couldn't stand up for a long period of time, so he always had to sits as for Y/n she was perfectly fine, even though she was older, she still felt young in her heart.

"Thank you, love," he says, as she leans down to kiss his lips.

"You're welcome," she says.

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Price sits on the couch turning the TV on and watching a random show that popped up, pulling the lever on the side of his recliner, he was laid back and his eyes became heavy.

"John, do you want desert?" She asked with a bowl of ice cream in her hands.

"No, thank you, love," he says, moving his hand to her lower back and gently rubbing her back.

"You sure?"

"Yes," he says, giving her a small smile.

"Whatcha watching?" She asked, sitting down on the couch next to his chair.

"I don't know...Beau might know what it is."

"Maybe...speaking of, Iris and Henry are coming over tomorrow with the kids."

"Oh good, haven't seen them in a while," he says, eyes wide open now. Price didn't like Henry, there was something about Henry he didn't like, but could never tell anyone, but he doesn't let it be known to Y/n every now and then.

"I don't like Henry," Price says.

"I know, love, you tell me almost every week," she says, she digs the spoon into the ice cream and brought it to Price's lips which he leans over and takes off the spoon.

"Why don't you?" She asks.

"I'm not sure, I just don't trust him," Price says.

"Is it because he's a scrawny little man?"

"You said it I didn't."

"That's just her type, Price, like how mine is an retired military man," she teased.

"You still have some spark in you after this many years?"

"Just a bit," she teased.

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10:00AM

The next morning Y/n was fixing cookies for her grandchildren, she soon sees a car pull up into the gravel road.

"John! They're here!" She calls wiping her hands and John comes into the living room claiming his chair before his grandkids could, kicking the leg rest up and turning the TV on.

"Hi!" Y/n says.

"Hi, mama," Iris says, hugging her mom and her grandchildren ran passed to go bother John.

"GRANDPA, GRANDPA!!" They yelled. He gives them a smile as Iris and Henry came in.

"Hi, Mr. Price," Henry says, waving and sitting on the couch. Price rolls his eyes and scoffs making his grandchildren laugh.

"Grandpa, can you tell us a story?"

"One from your military years."

"Sure, kiddos," he picks up the youngest which was Avery who looked up to her grandpa and Jake made himself comfortable on the arm of Price's chair.

"How's dad doing?" Iris asked with a glass full of milk and looked at her father in his chair telling his stories to his grandkids.

"His legs are hurting him badly. The doctor said he needs to use a wheelchair or some sort of chair instead on walking without any assistance, but you know your dad, he's stubborn," Y/n says.

"Dad, you need to start using a chair."

"Eh! I'll use one when I'm dead."

"Dad!" She groans. Price plays around too much when it comes to death, he isn't scared of death, that went out the window when he started the military, he realizes he could have died at any moment during his deployments but never has, now that he is older 70 years old, he just expects death to here soon.

"Price, don't say that around your grandchildren."

"Eh! I'm only kidding," he says, waving his hand at the two women.

"Don't you wave me off, John Price," Y/n warns.

"Grandma can be scary sometimes," he tells his grandchildren who just laughed.

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Gone Days

Beau and Iris stared looking down at the two graves in front of them. Seeing their parents names on them and the years they were born to the years they've passed.

Price passed before Y/n and Y/n passed of a broken heart which put her in a depressive state, she was glad to see her family one last before she passed.

Beau placed roses on Y/n's grave which were her favorite and Iris dumped half a bottle of whiskey on her dads grave, before she took a swig and handing it off to her brother to also take a shot in their parents honor.

"Thank you..." Iris says.

"For everything," Beau finishes.

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fateisfiction · 3 days

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SFW Price x Reader

Price takes you in wanting nothing more than for you to recover. It's a slow process, but he finally feels like there's hope.

Price can't stand to see you out on the streets. You're a pretty young girl, and all he can see is someone's daughter, their younger sister, a friend. You look just like a childhood friend of his, but you're halfway around the world when he meets you. Out of sorts. In a bad situation.

He brings you home, makes all the arrangements. You don't even remember how you got there, and Price thinks it's probably for the best. He's seen what men do to girls like you in places like that. No family, no friends, you didn't even speak the language.

Back in his London flat, you have everything you could ask for, pretty clothes, your own bedroom. Not that you've asked. In fact, he can't even remember ever hearing you speak. He just wishes he could do more. He tries to get you to come out of your shell, but you barely leave the house. Hell, you barely leave your room.

He sets up regular grocery delivery for when he's away, but when he comes home to find there's no change, half the food untouched, he can't help but worry. The next mission comes along and he almost thinks that he's making progress with you. You're spending more time out of your room. Not necessarily in the same room with him, but he can hear you move around in the next room while he reads.

He almost turns the mission down. The men don't need him for this one, he has a few soldiers picked out to fill in from time to time and Gaz and Simon are more than capable of standing in for him. Maybe if he just takes a few more days before shipping out. Just a little more time with you, it could make all the difference.

He can't believe his eyes when you finally step into the same room as him. Head down, hands behind your back as you lean against the doorway. Taking care not to directly acknowledge you, he muses to himself, "Beautiful day out there."

He'll be damned. You actually reply.

"Is it?" Your voice is so small, weak from disuse.

Of course you could have seen that for yourself. There's a window in your bedroom, overlooking the courtyard of your apartment. Price always hoped that maybe having a view of the gardens would encourage you to spend some time outside.

You're unimaginably pale, months, maybe even years, of being indoors stealing the life from you. Young skin should glow, radiating life. Price has bought you all manner of skincare and supplements, hoping to someday witness that glow return in his lifetime. But you locked yourself away.

"Would you like to go outside?" He catches you, just in the corner of your eye, freezing up like a deer in headlights. He speaks slowly, quiet, as though not to spook you more. "You don't have to. Just thought a stroll in the courtyard would be nice. Get some fresh air."

You don't immediately relax, but after a few quiet moments, the tension leaves your shoulders. "Okay."

He's not sure if that's an 'okay' you'll join him or an 'okay' to not having to, but you slip away to your room, closing the door behind you.

Price could head downstairs by himself, enjoy the sun while he can, but he figures he'll wait. Just a few minutes to see if you would join him couldn't hurt. Busying himself with the plates in the sink, he doesn't hear you shuffle into the kitchen behind him. If he were a lesser man, he might have jumped at the sight of you.

Ghostly, almost ethereal, in a long white dress, arms covered by a knitted jumper. Beautiful, but haunting. He tries not to let it show on his face.

There's an awkward moment where he's not sure if he should offer you his arm or just hold the door for you. You decide for him, practically hiding yourself behind him as you take his arm, clinging to him as though you're afraid you'll be blown away by a hearty breeze.

It's a short trip down the stairs and then you're outside. Arm raised to shield your eyes from the rare London sunlight, Price moves slowly around the garden giving you ample time to adjust. The vibrant green, of new, young leaves springing forth to collect the light they need to thrive.

It's beautiful, Price thinks. He's never spent much time here in the courtyard, always passing through in a rush to meet up with the boys or shipping out for his next deployment. But the garden is nothing compared to you.

He was right. Your time indoors had paled your complexion, but not as much as he had feared. Out here, away from the artificial light, you were a sight to behold.

Apparently you had been taking care of yourself while he was away. Eyes filled with wonder as you spun around, you were practically glowing. The sunny warmth bringing out the subtle tones in your skin and hair.

For the first time since he took you out of that wretched place, he actually thinks you might be okay.

For the first time in a while, you give him hope.

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 1 month

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[TF141 with A Reader That Can Fall Asleep Anywhere and Anytime]

Price’s heart skips a beat when he steps into the bedroom and sees your legs on the bed while the rest of your body just dangles from the edge of the bed.

He manhandles you back onto the bed and kisses you goodnight, but his poor heart gets surprised again when he goes to the bathroom in the morning and is welcomed by the sight of you dangling your legs on the edge of the empty bathtub this time and body lies in the tub.

He picks you up and you stir, murmuring that you were brushing your teeth when he asks you why you’re sleeping in the tub, and then drift back to dream in his arms with the toothbrush in your hand.

Soap is too used to your weird sleeping habit, so when he comes home and sees you lying with your head on the couch but hanging your legs over the back of the couch, he just scoffs a laugh and carries you to bed.

“Hey Johnny” you mumble when you feel him put you on the bed.

“go back to sleep” He kisses you and goes to shower, and when he finishes and goes back to your side, he shakes his head in disbelief when he finds you lying horizontally even though he just adjusted your position into a normal human one 5 minutes ago.

Gaz wakes up in the morning and walks to the living room just to witness you standing but bend over the kitchen counter, he almost thinks you’re dead and the haziness in his mind just vanishes in a second.

“babe wake up!” he knows you’re alive but still checks if you are breathing as he wakes you up.

“goo morni kyl I -&&:@/“ and he only watches you straight up for a greeting and then slump onto the counter to sleep again, while the tea you make is beside you.

Ghost

“What do you want for dinner?” He asks when you two sit together in front of the desk, he's using his laptop while you’re reading.

“What you want for dinner love?” He says again when he doesn’ t get a response from you.

“Love?”

He turns to face you after another silence, and finally, he discovers why you're so quiet, because you fall asleep while resting your head on your hand.

He grins while taking out his phone and records you, and (luckily) he captures your head slips out of your palm and slams your face on your book as you are totally unfazed and keep snoring.

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ultraviolencer23 · 2 months

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Older price showing younger reader how to give head. Praising us as he forces his thick cock down our throats.... (Sorry for being a menace)

an : stop this had me giggling and kicking my feet!! older price has my heart <3

nsfw 18+・₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ minors dni!!

pairing : older!price x fem!reader

warnings : smut, oral (m receiving), rough, praise, non-specified age gap, kinda innocent reader

"on your knees, sweetheart," he commanded, giving you no choice but to comply. you silently obliged and settled your knees upon the wooden floor beneath you, glancing up at his stern-looking face. "you ever sucked cock before, honey?" he asked, tracing his fingers over your jaw.

you shook your head in response, adrenaline coursing through your mind. he huffed out a chuckle. "of course," he smiled, "that's okay. i'm gonna teach you, alright?"

you nodded nervously, watching him begin to undo his belt, hearing the clanking buckle as the strip of leather dropped to the floor, and watching his steady fingers unfasten his trousers' button. in an almost desperate manner, he shoved his pants down his thighs, leaving his boxers, that seemed much too tight, for he had hardened from the moment his eyes found themselves set upon you. his hand instinctively came down to palm his ache with a low grunt leaving his throat.

your eyes widened at the sight, catching a glimpse of the outlined size of his dick beneath the fabric. you felt yourself subconsciously fidgeting with your hands as he pulled the waistband of his underwear down, reavealing his thick, solid cock. as he took it in his hand, you felt your heart rate quicken at the sheer size of him, almost in fear, watching him stroke the shaft a few times before stepping closer towards you.

"don't worry, sweetheart," he muttered, "y' gonna be fine." replying was the last of your thoughts; instead, you began to reflexively open your mouth as he inched closer. you gently wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking off his pre-cum, whilst staring up at him with wide eyes, yearning for some praise. "that's it, honey," he said, lacing his fingers through your hair, "now, you gotta take it a bit deeper, that okay?"

you pulled away to nod in reply, before moving back to his cock, once again wrapping your lips around his tip, but now slowly taking more of him in your mouth. "good girl," he groaned, "now move up and down, like this. let me show you."

without hesitation, he grasped a handfull of your hair, allowing him to easily move your head up and down his cock as he wished. you found your eyes closing as his tip inched further into your mouth and back out repeatedly, when you felt the grip on your hair tighten.

"eyes up here," he said; your teary eyes fluttered open to see his face contorted in pleasure, as he used your mouth to get himself off. he bucked his hips towards your mouth, making you splutter around his cock, and causing held up tears to spill down your face as he hit the back of your throat.

"sorry, honey," he grunted, holding onto the sides of your head and thrusting his hips towards your mouth. one especially deep thrust had your throat contracting around his cock, dragging a guttural moan from his mouth. "fuck. that's a good girl, baby," he groaned, "doin' so fuckin' well for me."

the length of his cock ploughed in and out of your mouth and the speed of his hips increased as he brought himself closer to the edge. as his thrusts grew more desperate, more haphazard, his grasp on your hair grew tighter, his grunts grew louder and you moved your hands to hold onto his thighs to steady yourself from his relentless pace.

"oh honey, so good for me," he groaned, leaning his head back with eyes closed in ecstasy, rutting his hips up to your face in exasperation. the touch of your soft hands against his skin was enough to drive him mad, only encouraging the ceaseless movement of his hips as you had no choice but to take his cock down your throat.

“‘m gonna fuckin’ come,” he grumbled, keeping up his harsh pace with his hands tightly tangled in your hair, “you’re gonna take it all.” with a few more deep thrusts, you felt his cock swell in your mouth, along with a loud series of groans that clouded your mind with desire. “fuck,” he grunted with one final pump, spilling himself into your mouth, rope after rope.

instinctively, you swallowed the liquid as he took his cock from your mouth and looked down upon you in awe, taking in the sight before him. you smiled up at him and his entranced state as he chuckled in response, offering you his hand to stand up from the floor.

“you took that so well, honey.”

#call of duty smut #cod smut #captain john price #captain price #captain john price smut #captain price smut #price smut #john price #john price x reader #price x you #price x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader

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deunmiu-dessie · 2 months

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captain price who didn't much care for you when laswell introduced you to the team. captain price who steered clear of you most days, he was a busy man after all. captain price who didn't really like the idea of you being a 'stress reliever' for them. captain price who's had to break up arguments between the 141 team about who you preferred in bed. captain price who grows curious about what exactly you offer. captain price who requests you for the first time since you've joined the team.

price's mouth swallows your loud whimpers as his cock hammers into you; your cheeks are flushed with heat and drool dribbles down your cheeks from his sloppy kisses. he pulls away and gazes at your bleary eyes through hooded lids before a wry smile pulls at the corner of his lips. "s'this the pussy my men fight over? come on then princess. i know y'can do better."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

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squishycheekanon · 2 months

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Another sweet sweet price thot💋

Okay but let’s talk about Mountain man Price. He retired a few years ago and decided he much prefers the solitude of the beautiful mountains, with the tips of them all covered in snow. He likes the quiet, knowing he won’t run into anyone here. No one from the little town at the bottom of the mountains would be brave enough to hike the mountain trail.

He remembers the day he built his nice log cabin with the help of his trusty lieutenant of course. Simon helped his Captain one last time, before parting ways. Price wanted to be alone, after everything he’d experienced in the military, he wanted it to be just himself and the weather to keep him company.

He’d have the survival skills no doubt about it, but the more time he spent up there the more his social skills began to fade away. He’d have to come down every six months or so to restock his food, he make his trip down the hike trail to the little town at the bottom of the mountains and through the woods.

But the shop workers weren’t his biggest fans. He’d practically clear them out of their stock, the poor little local shop. They didn’t like his attitude either, found him strange and unapproachable. Though that’s exactly what John was going for. The less people that spoke to him, the better.

Until he met you of course.

It was only your second week at your new job, you’d just moved to the little town around a month ago and this was the only job available after some woman called Darlene went of maternity leave.

My gosh the way you’d be so nice to him having no idea the stigma that surrounded him and how suprised he’d be at the kindness you showed him. He’d actually look forward to coming down to the town.

He’d come more often as well, saying he’d ran out of supplies and yet he’d only buy a bag of fruit or some meat. Then he’d start to tidy up his appearance too, trim his over grown beard and moustache back to its former glory. The blush that would spread across your cheeks the first time you see him like that.

Hair trimmed too, you’d be able to see his perfect lips and crooked smile. It provoked a feeling in you that you’d long forgotten. Slowly but surely he’d start trying to flirt. Trying. Though you found it endearing how bad he was at it. Finally though he’d succeeded asking you out on a date and fuck the moment he’d turn up in his dark blue jeans, black shirt and dark brown leather jacket and boots. You swooned.

He had the charm turned on, especially after his phone call with his ex team. They could all hear how nervous their former captain was for this date. It made them very intrigued to meet you one day.

John didn’t miss a beat, almost as if he’d laid this date out like a mission. Going step by step to win your heart. He made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, made you smile until your cheeks ached. Ordered the food and drinks impressively, no umming or stuttering.

He gave you butterflies when he reached over the table to grab your hand in his larger one. The skin was rough and calloused, but it felt amazing against your hand. He loved how soft your skin felt against his. He traced around the palm of your hand with his thick index finger, those gorgeous ocean eyes gazing into your soul.

After dinner, John took you to a local bar that you were pleasantly surprised with. A few drinks later you tipsily confessed how handsome you thought he was. The longer the evening went on, the more longing looks and teasing touches were shared.

The evening ended with the two of you slow dancing until last call. The way your bodies pressed together, the intimacy and warmth. The way he’d always make eye contact, almost as if he was trying to read you. The way he held you so tender yet tight, his large hands on your body. It all just felt so right.

John walked you home, looking so sad when it was time to part ways. “Please, let’s do this again sweetheart.” When your manager Billy had called you that, it made you feel sick. Had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, disgust shivering down your body. But when John said it, damn. Your body shivered in delight, the deep mumble entangled with that delicious accent of his made you gulp back a lump in your throat. You swear your underwear was a little wet too.

You nodded leaning forward to kiss his cheek goodnight, John was quick to take your cheeks into his hands and press his wanting lips against yours. He was hungry and almost vicious when he kissed you, it made you wonder what kind of lover he was like as he pressed you against your front door and kissed you like he’d never get the chance again.

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dumbbitchgalore · 1 day

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Ma’am!!! Please, I need to know how pathetic!price met birdie!!! Was it a meet cute??? Was it something awkward??? I’m dying to know.

Definitely not a meet-cute.

John was stumbling out of a pub having drunk too much than he intended, albeit his tolerance is through the roof. His internal ego caused him to show off his drinking to his team and now he was facing the consequences.

Doubled over, using the wall as support he dry heaves a few times as he promises himself not to vomit. This was not the image of a captain but nonetheless his was suffering from his idiotic actions.

A hand is felt on his shoulder accompained by a soft, almost naive voice. "Do you need help, sir?"

The only thing leaving John's mouth was a disgruntled groaned as he shoos you away but you remain where you are. He stumbles and you quickly catch him groaning at the sudden weight that was placed upon you.

You hold his arm and take his to the nearest chemist and that the rest is history.

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bunnys-kisses · 7 days

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bear den

bear!john price

cw: pwp/smut, hybrid!au, bunny!reader, bear!price, scenting, breeding, biting, headlock, doggy style, dirty talk, reverse cowgirl

bunny says and you'll never catch me alive!

edit: part two comes out june 8th!

to be with a bear was something interesting. especially one as much of a lover as price. oh price was just perfect all over. those blue eyes that made you feel protected and warm. that strong grip of his as he bullied his cock into you. he was a strong, with a bit of softness to him and hairy all over. he loved tugging on your little bunny ears while he slammed his cock into your sweet pussy.

the first time you met him. it was quite scary. the dead of winter deep within the woods you called home. you managed to get your way into the warmth of his cabin/den. but your mother told you to never enter the den of a bear. what you soon saw was the lumbering form of bear hybrid.

"what are you doin' here?" he grumbled. his voice heavy was sleep. he was in hibernation after all. but his cock was hard in his sweat pants. he yawned, "if you're gonna make yourself at home. it's gonna cost ya."

the curious bunny gave head to the hairy bear. a tale as old as time. but the notion of bunny cunt seemed to entice the bear and he grabbed you by the ears and dragged you back into his den. the smell of bear was a lot for you, the dominate scent even made you iron resolve crumble. the wetness in your worn panties.

'this'll do." he grumbled as he tossed you on the bed. he got you under the covers. tore off your meager clothes and fucked your bunny hole half asleep. you on the other hand were wide awake. the breath taken out of you. he got through two rounds before his sleepiness took over and he went back to sleep.

he kept you after that, he told you a little bunny like you needed to be protected. who knew what was out there, in the deep darkness of the forest. so you spent the following seasons with him.

you became his lover, he even planted a carrot garden for you when the snow melted. oh he loved his bunny. he loved to tug on your cotton tail or take you by the face to look at him while he had you pressed up against the side of the cabin and your back bent.

but when winter came, he made sure his bunny was taken care of while he was asleep. bunnies could hibernate if they felt safe enough, but you wouldn't be dead to the world if you did.

but in all fairness, the smell of bunny in his cabin didn't keep him asleep for long. you woke up in the morning, snow was pressed up against the window. but the sun shined in.

the smell of price in your bedroom was overwhelming. the room was small, but the big was large. but price's hairy body still made you feel small on the bed. so the smell of the bear hung heavy. the bed had every blanket, pillow, sweater, stuffed animals, anything else he could find to make his nest. the final piece was you. where he tucked you in and snuggled you until he eventually dozed off.

you had been asleep for over a day now, you looked over and saw him sound asleep. you reached for him and kissed him on the nose. his arm was heavy over you. you shifted in your spot and got out from under him.

but you couldn't get out of bed. as he grabbed you by the tail. "where ya goin', love.' he said with sleep heavy in his voice, "i didn't tell ya you could leave." then you were dragged back into bed with a 'hmfph'.

he snuggled you back into his arms, "you don't have my smell on ya." he grumbled as he rubbed his face up against your bare chest. there was no point in having clothes on while in the nest. you were under so many layers you were already warm enough.

"john!" you squeaked as his tongue came out and started to lick across your pulse, "it's only us in the entire area. plus it's only to the kitchen."

"no." he said, he ran his teeth across your pulse, "gotta smell like me." you made a noise as he, in tired trance, got you on your hands and knees. the weight of the blankets and his larger body kept you pinned to the soft mattress.

"john!" you whined, "c'mon!"

he grumbled something. his cock slid up and down your pussy as he tried to push it into you. you arched your back in anticipation. poor price, his head was full of sleepy cotton. he relied on instinct and right now it was directing him to breed his little nest mate.

you moaned, to have your face buried in the pillow. that reeked of your lover only made you wet between your legs. as if the leftover cum from your lover wasn't enough lube for his impressive size. he was big all over. so different from your tiny bunny self, no wondered he wanted to protect you.

and breed you.

your heart raced as he finally got his cock into you. he sank into your sweet cunt. he groaned as he leaned over you and put his arm around your neck and bent your back. his thrusts were sloppy, there was no rhyme or reason, only what felt good.

"you feel so good, love.' he grumbled, "always so perfect for me." his gaze was unfocused, his voice sleepy and slurred, "a good little bunny for me. with your cotton tail and those ears. my girl though, right? all mine? not gonna have ya run off with a coyote or somethin'. keep ya home, keep ya full." he gave you a lazy smile as our eyes met. he leaned in and licked across your cheek. his bear ears twitched at the taste of your soft skin against his rough tongue.

your core throbbed, the entire feeling. the coziness of your den that you shared with price left you feel soft and warm. you were comfortable and safe, so why not let price breed you? you were already so soft and warm, let your brain let it go and accept him.

he held you close to him, bent to his liking to have the best angle of your pussy. his broad paws were all over you, he held your throat and around your middle as he thrusted up into you.

"john." you whimpered, your focus was hazy and your thoughts dripped away like melted snow. the sun shined thought the window of your den, it bathed you in a bright glow.

"i know. i know." he purred, he blinked to get a little more awake, "so small. i could crush ya easily. poor little bunny got caught up with a big bad bear. now she sharin' a nest with him and letting him bully her sweet little cunny."

his words made your brain mushy.

the bed creaked under your love making, he still held you like a toy for his pleasure. he lazily made out with you as he moved you up and down his cock. he groaned, his lips close against yours, "my girl. my little bunny. i love the feeling of ya around me."

you made small noises and hearty pants as the movements continued. as he kept ramming against your sweet sex. you were a right fit for him. after all these months you still were so good for him.

he watched your focus come in and out. your tongue stuck a little out of your mouth. the little bunny had her brains fucked out, oh no! he let go of you. his hands on you as he maneuvered your once more and got you into a reverse cowgirl. the blankets were kicked to the bottom of the bed.

he was propped up against the headboard and kept you in his lap. his cock buried into your slick pussy. he held onto your hips and bounced you on his cock. he wished he could see your breasts bounce with every thrust, but to watch the sweat drip down your back.

your nest got heated, your scent bled a little bit into the air of the room. it was musky and comforting. to be fucked by a bear was something unlike anything you could describe. he just fit you so right.

"good girl."

"john."

"i know, i know." he groaned. the rush of pleasure raced through his body as it did yours. he felt the same euphoric of having his cock buried into his sweet mate. he made sure that his scent was all over you, he was certain it would stick this time.

you leaned forward and held onto the covers that were between his legs. he watched how your pussy swallowed up his cock with each movements of your hips. he licked his lips as he moved your faster.

he watched your cotton-tail twitch, it almost made him cum at that moment. he continued to move your hips, the rush of climax almost washed over him.

the two of you made love like animals in your nest that he had built for you. to protect you. his cock throbbed in your cunt and with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you.

"ah!" you whined as you arched your back. you came as well and clutched onto the sheets. your toes curled and you felt your heart racing.

price felt content as he smothered you in his pecs. they were softer and hairy. he had gotten a little thicker for the winter. you made a soft noise as you were buried in them.

"john."

"i know bunny, i got ya. now sh, time to go back to sleep." he purred as he grabbed the blankets with one hand but kept you to him with the other. he buried you back under the nest of blankets.

yeah, that sounded like a great idea. you weren't even too sure if you could walk if you got up. so with the glow of the morning sun peeking through your window, you fell back asleep with your face in your mate's chest.

it was spring now. but you and your bear mate have been slow to wake up for it. price still was in a tired mindset, constantly cuddled up to your partially swollen belly. you were only four months, but price still adored how you carried his cub.

he made a gruff noise and cuddled up with your middle further. his facial hair which had grown over hibernation brushed up against your exposed middle. such a cute little bunny and her adoring mate.

you ran your fingers through your hair as you heard the birds chirp outside and the sound of melting snow. next winter it would be you, price and your little cub all sharing a nest to sleep soundly through the winter <3

xoxo,

bunny

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y13evie · 10 months

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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.

#141 headcanons #mw2 141 #141 x reader #task force 141 #price x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #price x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader #kyle garrick x reader #konig x reader #cod x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader

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euno11a · 13 days

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I’m a firm believer that 141 + König needs a person who’s a little softer around the edges. Bigger belly, bigger thighs, couldn’t care less about having a big ass or larger chest, this man loves anything he can grab.

also, reader who is always so small and petite and can barely see herself because his hoodie is too big, no. Just no. Reader who fills out his hoodie perfectly. Reader who can wear his hoodie and it looks like it was made for them. It absolutely kills him. Like, how can his beautiful looking partner be able to waltz around the house like that?

these men are fuckin huge, so he can’t spend time worrying about breaking you in half. He needs to be able to fuck you, and really fuck you. He needs a big partner.

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mrsparrasblog · 1 month

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POLY 141 reaction to when they are the biological father

poly 141 with pregnant reader if they are not the Dad

Price: He never thought he would be the dad. The doctors told him many years ago that he would never be able to have kids, so when you got pregnant, he was there for you but knew he would never be the biological father, and he was okay with it. When the baby was born and was hairy as a bear and had a dot on his nose just like John, he didn't believe it. He didn't want to raise his hopes. "It is Soap's, definitely." After a week, the paternity test came back, stating he is the father. John couldn't stop crying; he was the biological dad despite all the odds. He was the happiest man on earth.

Kyle: He held your hand while you gave birth, so concentrated on you that he didn't even look at the boy when he came out. When the nurse placed his boy on your chest with the remark "prettiest baby they have ever seen," he looked at the boy who looked like an exact copy of him, with beautiful amber eyes, his skin color, and already forming a charming smirk. It was over. "Just a pretty boy like his dad." The baby turned out to be like Kyle, and you were so proud of him. Gaz was such a wonderful father, treating every one of your kids, whether it's Simons, Johnnys, or Johns, as his own.

Soap: He knew it from the beginning. MacTavish genes are so strong, so he was always sure he was the dad. To cut him some slack, you and he had the most biological children together, three copies of Johnny, who made you rethink all of your life choices. It was a bad birth since the baby weighed already 10 pounds, a typical MacTavish baby. He started to cry when he saw the striking blue eyes. "You did such a good job, Bonnie, gave me a perfect bairn," he kissed you and the baby all over, apologizing to you about the birth, and overall became the perfect dad. And all the kids loved him, whether biological or not, so bad that you had four boys with mohawks all the time.

Ghost: He was more afraid to be the father than anything else. "What if I turn out just like my dad?" He didn't. He was one of the best dads you could ever imagine. When he looked the first time at the girl, he was 100% sure it was his. Blonde hair, pale skin, and already way too big, it was a Riley. He always held the baby on his bare chest, a thing he learned in all the books he read. Skin-to-skin is so important. He became the international best girl dad. This bulky man wore her pink backpack, made tea parties with your daughter, and overall was smitten. He loved all your children equally, but still, his little girl was his world.

Author's Note: All of them treat the children equally, whether they're biological or not, but it's still somehow something so deep for them when they see their mini-mes. You, on the other hand, are pissed how none of the children turn out to look like you despite being in labor for hours. "Not fair." "No more sex." "Go away, Johnny, with your fertile genes." "Mhm, Kyle and John can stay."

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 29 days

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[I only have 30 pounds in my bank account] - Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)

Mafia!TF141*F!Reader, but only Soap and Ghost in this chapter unless I extend this

chapter 2

You’re just trying to fulfill your dream, plus survive with the money you earn with your shop, but you start questioning if this is a good idea, maybe you should just listen to your friend and be a 9-5 worker, sitting in front of a laptop the whole day.

This isn’t a good location to open a tea shop, your little shop will rather become a place for dealing drugs or getting extorted in the first month. The area is fully ruled by the mafia, hence the cops couldn’t do anything here, but it makes the rent extremely low, which you’re able to afford with money you saved during school, and have a tiny shop that can barely squeeze in more than 8 people.

Looking at the scene playing in your shop for the fifth time this month, you stare at the people fighting and break the cup with dead eyes. You want to shout, to kick these guys' ass out of here or hit them with your broom, yet you glance at their muscles and the knives in their hand – probably killing every day as work out, to your opposite one because you slump onto the bed once you close the shop and go upstairs, you choose to remain silent as the yelling only become louder.

Maybe you should find the mafia boss or some henchmen and give them half of your income to prevent the mayhem, but first, you don’t even know who actually rules this fucking place; second, you doubt they will have interest in your skimpy bank account. The only information you have is the mafia ruling here called ‘141’, since it’s an open secret to residents here.

“What are ye arseholes doin’?”

Fuck, here comes another one, or two as you spot the man with a balaclava behind the mohawk man who's speaking. They are tall, muscular and built like bricks. Grown like giraffes either, you complement when you need to crook your neck up to look at them stepping into your shop as if it's their backyard.

but the chaos halts immediately as you watch your ‘customers’ seem shocked with terror at the men.

You pretend you’re deaf and attempt to bury yourself in your counter. Please don’t kill me I didn’t hear a goddamn word and didn’t see you threatening them. You recite your defense as you scrub at the same tea cup till the distinct accent from the mohawk man catches you off guard that you almost drop it.

“I guess it’s already clean, lass.” A smirk appears on his face as he points at the cup.

“Wh– what do you want?”

“Calm down, jus’ want te have some tea.”

“I only have 30 pounds in my bank account.”

“We’re just sayin’ we want tea.” The taller man speaks for the first time after coming in, and it startles you but forces your brain to function at the same time.

Ah, they aren’t here for money. You finally get what they’re talking about.

“Isn’t it supposed te be a tea shop here? One cup for him, and give me a cup of coffee.”

“Oh, of course. What kind of tea would you like, Sir?” You shift slightly to meet the other man’s eyes, and you want to shiver under his cold eyes.

“Just give him whatever you recommend.”

They round over the glass scattering on the floor and take a seat closest to your counter after you nod at them.

While boiling the water, you sneak a glimpse at them, and the shape of guns covered by their clothes are unignorable as you scold yourself to stop looking at them, or the bigger guy might stab your eyes, but you still curse whole-heartedly in mind when the Scottish accent man meet your eyes with his azure ones and shines you a grin.

Should just quit staring, or you shouldn’t open this shop at all. Regretting your decisions as you turn back and focus back on making their drink, you’re able to recognize them staring at you from the periphery of your vision. Is it too late to kneel down and beg for your life right now?

You still perfectly make their orders and bring them the drinks, even though you’re sweating internally. At least don’t mess it up, and your confidence in your tea and coffee isn’t born from nothing, as you notice the man with the skull balaclava takes a sip first, then raises his eyebrow, added with a side glance at you.

“Haven’t seen him amazed by tea in years, it must be very good.” The mohawk man whistles as he sips at his coffee and gives an approving nod too.

“Thank you…” Your ego shouldn’t be boosted by mafias, but you still relax a bit knowing you didn't screwed up.

“When did ye open ‘is shop?” The man asks while the other continues drinking his tea, but seemingly taking in the conversation too.

“About two months ago."

"That’s why we didn't know about it before…” He taps at the table twice before shooting you another question “Got blokes like those in yer shop earlier often?”

Death sentence is served to your front, that’s what you think you hear. Is it better to say yes or no? Judging by the fact those people are their minions, you’re not sure if saying yes is indicating they haven’t controlled them appropriately.

“Tell us the truth”

“Yeah, it’s the fifth time this month.” Swallowing, you confirm. Lies aren’t meaningful, and surely they’re able to pierce any veil with those scrutinizing stares and keen minds.

You watch them sharing a glance, and Soap takes out a pen along with a piece of paper, and starts scribbling on it.

“Here, call this number when you run in trouble, aye?" He shoves the paper into your grasp “I’m Soap, call him Ghost.”

"It’s a nice shop, we’ll come back soon.”

Your little shop drops into peace again as your customers leave, and you gaze at the generous tip lying on your counter, to the paper in your palm.

A number is written on it, with a big badge of ‘141’ beside it.

Oh shit, so your shop just became the most far-flung mafia’s property without you knowing.

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