who is the best eating pussy :^(

best at eating pussy?? that's an easy answer... price.

perhaps it's because he's experienced and knows exactly how to please you, but good lord, he leaves you shocked every single time. it feels as if it's the first time he's eaten you out every time, with the pleasurable sensation burning inside of you leaving your pussy swollen and drooling.

your tasty and delicious juices coat his fluffy and scruffy beard, grinding your aroused pussy back and forth against his face while he flicks his tongue between your slit teasingly to rile you up. price isn't bothered about the positions, although he prefers having you seated comfortably on his face, allowing him to roll his pink tongue against your sensitive clit while holding you down against his mouth using his strong, burly arms. his beard reeks of your strong arousal afterwards and he wears the scent like cologne, almost too proud of himself.

price has his own special techniques. he'll bury his thick digits inside your warm sex and will grind his warm and wet tongue against your sensitive clit. he's addicted to the sounds you let out, so noisy and attention-deprived, earning yourself a slap to your thigh or rear and being told to hush, that you're being too loud.

he enjoys bending you over his table as well, semi-public sex where anyone could catch you guys.

How about Viking!Price with a wifey who won’t stop trying to run away

chief price with a rowdy little wife that he snatched from a village :(

c/w: kidnapping, spanking, dub-con, public humiliation, nudity, groping

you should be thanking him really. he saved you from a poor excuse of a village, plucking you from the flames and hoisting you over his shoulder like prized game

you kicked and squealed and pounded against his back the whole way home. calling him a big awful brute but he just laughs loudly and brings his hand down against your ass with a sharp crack

it’s cute how you try to fight back against him. outsmart him by trying to sneak out of his bed during the night but he always catches you, drags you back under the covers and no matter how much you try, you can never escape his death grip on you

you made it quite far last time, making it past the tree line but you panicked when you heard the thundering hooves of his prized stallion riding through the forest and you tripped, alerting him to your whereabouts almost instantly

he gave you a spanking that night, bending you over his knee and trapping your legs between his own. his hand met your ass over and over again until you were begging and sobbing for forgiveness. only then did he stop, living you into his lap and letting you cry out your humiliation into his chest

“stop all that fussin’. barely touched ya.” he’d grumble in your ear, one of his massive paws soothing over your back when your sobs turn into hiccups

from his perspective, you got off easy. which is why the next time you attempted to run from your new husband, he upped the ante to public humiliation

stripping your clothes off before he’s about to leave for a meeting with important clan members and making you sit on his lap completely naked the whole time :( his big hands touching you all over, squeezing at your tits like you’re a piece of meat

“could treat ya like a queen, little one. but instead you wanna be a mean little brat so this is what you get instead.” he’d whisper in your ear, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass

it gets worse when he drags his hand in between your legs and feels your warm slick coat his fingers. the embarrassment shows on your face as he laughs and brings them up to his mouth to lick clean with no shame whatsoever :(

Price and his lovely caddy girl. 🏌🏻‍♂️

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Every time that Price has free time, he plays golf. 

He picked up the sports a while back, when during rehabilitation after a special shitty injury his doctor recommended light walks. 

So he started to play. Sundays in the morning until noon, then a pint, then home. 

It was nothing more than doctor's orders at first. 

But then he met you. 

The little caddy girl with dangerously short skirts and a sharp tongue to get the juiciest tips. 

That's what he thought it was at first, that you were just doing his job. 

He felt perverted on the way he would look at your young body, how his eyes would lay on your pink lips when you bite your nail. How he wished to slide his-

“Mr. Price.” Your sweet voice draws him out of his trance.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks in a beat, seeing how your face lightens at the nicknames. 

“It's your turn.” You say, pointing with your head to the ball. “Which club?”

“Whichever you think is best.” He says, handing you the one he had on his hand from the last hit. 

“Hmm… letting me choose, Mr. Price? What a privilege!” You exclaim, walking the couple of steps back to the cart. Leaning over the seat to pick the club.

And Price's shameless eyes roam the back of your legs all the way up to your cheeks spiking from the skirt.

“How about this one?” You say, pulling it from the bag and handing it to him. “I'm sure you'll get it in… the ball, I mean.”

He shakes his head, taking the club and getting in position. Slightly swinging his hips as he gets the motion, hitting the ball swiftly but too soft to actually reach the hole. 

“Aw, Mr. Price… I expected better aim from the military…” You say, a teasing pout on your face as you look up at him, using your hand to cover your eyes from the sun. 

“My aim is perfect, mind you, little minx.” He says, walking to the cart to grab a water bottle. 

You skip after him, a mischievous chuckle leaving your mouth. “You call that ‘good aim’? I’m sorry for your lovers, Mr. Price.”

“Oh, shut up!” Price exclaims, making you laugh again. “All my ‘lovers’ are perfectly happy with my aim.”

You hummed, satisfied with the raise you got out of him. “I bet they are.”

Price scoffs, looking at you; checking your face for any joke hidden in your features. 

“Wouldn't you like to know.”

“Maybe I do”

And maybe Price thought he was perverted, but if you are just as filthy as him… what's the damage?

That's how you found the two of you hiding in the maintenance closet back at the resort, with you squatting down and with Price rolling his cock deep into your mouth.

“Fuck… just like that, sweetheart… suck on it like the good girl you are, fuck!” He lets his head drop back, his hands keeping your head in place as he slowly slides his cock deeper and deeper, hitting the back of your throat with ease. The lewd noise filling the small space. “I bet you are fucking soaked, aren't ya? Hm? Play with your little cunt, love, let me hear how fucking wet you are…”

You move your hand under your skirt, pulling it up and sliding your hand inside your underwear. And the moment you peel your lips apart, the sound of your juices gets to Price's ear, urging him to fuck your throat faster. 

“Just like that, darling… fuck your pretty little cunt while I fuck your mouth… such a good girl, letting me do what I please with you… Look at you… so fucking pretty…” You look at his eyes, seeing the hungry stare on his face, making you clench around your own fingers. You feel his thick digits dig into your skull, making you wish so badly that it was his fingers inside of you.

“C’mon, pretty girl… make yourself cum… let me feel you moan around my dick, yeah, just like that… such a good fucking girl.” His thrust emphasises every word, making your eyes tear as your spit rolls down your chin. 

And it's the way he is talking you through it, how he slows down his pace to keep himself from cumming, making sure you do first, making sure you follow his orders. But he still holds your head so dearly, his thumbs caressing your head as if his dick wasn't bruising the back of your throat. 

But it's the promise of what will come after this, after today, that has you spilling over the edge, soaking your hand and underwear, and your throat clenching around his lengths. 

He cums so deep into your throat that you only manage to get the taste on his way out, making sure to clean his shaft sucking him in just for a second making him hiss. You let it go with a sonorous pop, and sit back on your feet taking your hand out. 

He stands in front of you, an intimidating 6ft man, wide and strong, looking down at you as you kneel between his feet. Your chin wet from the spit of sucking him off and the little mischievous smile still on your face. 

“I think I just developed a new kind of appreciation for golf.”

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The feminine urge isn’t to day dream about your fictional man all day every day.

The feminine urge is to write the most heinously depraved monster au about that man to ever exist.

(I may or may not be fighting that very urge at this moment.)

so apparently it's really fucking hard to get into the SAS. and ontop of that I've been getting tiktoks of people going around an army base asking why they joined. most responses were to pay off student loans, bills, school, (someone said there's was 6 years of prison or school and *mental note for idea*), the recruiter lied or spoilt them, barracks bunny.

141 (poly?) x notsobaddasssoldier!reader

and now i can't stop thinking of soldier!reader. who really half-assed their way through everything - only doing the job for the money and to pay off student loans + they had nothing better to do.

who somehow ends up being adopted by Price (kinda like Gaz i guess ???) all because reader happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved Price's ass while managing to complete a mission the Task Force were doing.

and it's not that you saved his ass or completed the mission that makes Price go *this is mine* - it's the fact that afterwards all you can say is-

"this shit is so not worth paying off my student loans."

"oh fuck i forgot to cancel my subscription. fuckk- wast of fucking money"

- all the while a building is burning in front of you but yeah just not at all concerned about what had just happened. so price just *grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you up, claiming you as part of his task force now.*

(lol you probably can't do that irl but this is fiction sooo suck my ass.)

and laswell's just like no... they are very much still green john. way too green. no.

but it's too late. he's already introducing you to the task force. singing your praises and you're just like

"man he promised to pay off my student loans and give me food." basically how ur recruiter got ya ass.

enough said. you get the whole off the books speech, saving the world by doing things others wouldn't like. but u couldn't give a rats ass - you should but nah...

and like... you know you're the rookie... you're still green... but some of the shit 141 do you just...

"so you just gonna kidnap the wife AND the child...? right... kid, you wanna watch bluey? here..."

"and you do this often...? crazy."

but you don't exactly protest. how could you with how much you get paid. you kinda just side-eye and look away when it's geta a lil crazy. *bombastic side-eye*

and the other 141 guys - oh my days. become just as enormed as price and want to start really trying to amplify your skills. but every time, they start explaining how to do things - the best way to go about a situation or how to fight a certain way.

you pull this face. like your top lip pulls back, your eyebrows scrunch together, and there's a slight frown on your lips as they speak. like you look confused/disgusted. but you don't even realise cause-

"why're you pulling that face?" 141

"that's... that's just my focusing face..."

"oh..." 141 feels bad

then when they do take you in feild you're shaking your head no. like you haven't been around that long. what the fuck? now you're bout to infiltrate an enemy base!?!?!

"can i just wait in the car?"

"no." price

"i'm gonna vomit."

"aim at the enemy." ghost

people think that because you're suddenly in this badass task force that surely they're just using you for your assets.

they all think you're the 141 barracks bunny. and maybe you should be pissed or annoyed or grossed out. but all you can do is sigh and pause from the burger price got you, and let out a long exhale.

"fuck... maybe i can just do onlyfans or be a pornstar... shit maybe it's not too late..."

"military is bascially sex work - selling my body..."

"not that different from what i'm doing now. body being used, check. body sore in the strangest places, check."

your tone so empty, blank and nonchalant, but there's a serious look in your eyes that when you grab your phone out to maybe do a little research on how you could do that, your phone is snatched from your hand by one of the guys and they walk out the room without a second look back.

with an annoyed huff, you go back to eating your burger. but suddenly, you turn to the person who genuinely thought you were a barracks bunny.

"hey you think if i be a barracks bunny i get out of missions and shit?"

"...that's not how it works..." rando.

"fuck."

and maybe you try...

like you go to price's office and the guys are already in there, chatting about something that you should really pay attention too but you can't be assed. instead you unashamedly start to speak...

"if i suck ya'll dicks can i get out the mission?"

"no. you still have to join." gaz says amused

"even if you-" *que long sigh from price* "even if you suck our dicks."

"that's fucked up. i should've done porn."

and with the most hurt and broken-hearted look on your face, you leave the office, closing the door with a dramatic sigh. the guys just stare at the door in... confusion, amusement, and maybe arousal if ya'll dig that

idk man just gimmie more soldier!reader who just really ain't the fucked, there for money, lowkey hungry and doesn't know what the fuck is happening. kinda a pet or little sibling energy that the 141 love.

bonus*

"wait so they aren't sucking our dicks?" *soap says getting slapped in the back of the head by ghost

a/n: brain is rottinnggg. i should be doing so much other shit but... cod just consumes my brain 24/7

Reader x Mob Boss Price Au thoughts.

Soap and Reader have known each other for years (It's how reader has their job in the cover company for the organised crime stuff)

Soap and Ghost are in a secret(ish) relationship. Reader knows but that's cuz she and Johnny are so close.

Price knows about the relationship - happy about it but doesn't really comment/it's not his place to have an opinion.

Gaz is married with two kids (and a third on the way) Mrs Garrick and Reader are on good terms but not friendly - maybe this changes over time?

Ghost is weirdly protective of Reader because of how much she means to Soap.

Price is unmarried, often seen with a regular sex worker, but it's purely transactional. Ends when Reader and Price start to develop feelings (but initial tension, Reader feeling like stepping on toes?)

Graves and Shepherd defectors to rival gang (Makarov, Valeria, etc.) This is inciting incident that Price ends up in Reader's bed with her old eepy doggo licking his wounds.

Reader is cyber security expert (this will be heavily winged, as I don't want to make it super jargon-y or specialist)

Reader lives in London but hates it, wants to move to the country some day.

Gah I'm thick in the planning for this now, I hate my brain sometimes. No more AUs/WIPs. (give it a week?)

”Zoomies.” Task force 141 x Cheetah hybrid!user

Warning: SFW (I am a minor), fluff, cussing/swearing, cat shenanigans

You were a cheetah hybrid. You had the cheetah ears, tail, fangs, and feet paws. You were a great asset to the task force for your speed and agility accept, there was one problem; You get the ‘zoomies’. If you have an off day or a mission that didn’t involve a full on chase. All that built up energy needed to be released at some point. You were sitting in Price’s office, helping him out with some reports when your legs started to bounce. Your fingers tap against the table anxiously as you held one of the files in your hands and tried to focus on reading it. Price looked away from his computer screen-noticing your fidgeting.

“You alright there Y/N?” He asked with a skeptical brow, to which you tried to play it off with a head nod before going back to your paper. Price cocked his head to the side seeing your tail thrashing back and forth violently and smacking against your chair. He couldn’t help but slightly smirk in amusement.

“You’re fidgeting, love.” He points out. You let out a huff looking away from him.

“No-……So what? I’m just a bit finicky right now….” You grumble, griping the paper tightly until your knuckles turned white. Price couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look, if we get this done I’ll take you outside. How does that sound?” He tried offering a compromise, trying to have something to motivate you to work. Your ears couldn’t help but perk up at the offer.

“Really?” You asked with a low purr rumbling in your throat“Really, mate.” Price replied. Amused by your low purr that you hadn’t even noticed occur. Your ears rested flat against your head as you went right to work, determined to finish early before it was lights out for everyone. Price let out a small sigh of relief. Finally getting your ‘zoomies’ under control. That was until there was a large thud in the hallway. Price immediately got up from his desk and walked over to the door and opened it to see what the racket was all about.

“What the bloody hell is going on out here!?” Price shouts, only to be met with Soap being chased by Ghost down the hall. Gaz on the floor who seemed to have been caught by surprised and trampled by the two, but Gaz was just too fed up with them to get up anymore.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK JOHHNY-RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CUT YOUR BLOODY TONGUE OFF!” Ghost shouts. Your ears perk up at this as you look over to see Ghost tackling Soap to the ground and attempting to choke Soap out.

“Y-You c-an’t escape the t-truth L.T!” Soap said between choked breaths. Price storming over and pulling Ghost off of Soap.

“Would you muppets cut the shitte out!? Y/N are trying to get some fucking work done and you two are just sitting here acting like childr-“

“Uhh…..guys?” Gaz interrupts Price slowly standing to his feet.

“What!?” Price snaps looking back at Gaz before his eyes widen. All four of them see you staring back at them with dilated pupils and teeth bared, your shoulders slightly shifting as if your getting ready to pounce.

“Oh shit….” Soap muttered

“Fucking hell-“ Ghost was cut off by you bolting out of Price’s office and sprinting towards them. Soap struggled to get up as they all panicked trying to get out of the way but just kept bumping into each other like a pair of idiots.

“Y/N no-Please just take a moment to breathe-“ Price tried to deescalate the situation but you immediately tackled him to the ground. Knocking the air straight out of him as he wheezed. You looked down at Price before looking back up to see Soap running ahead.

“Soap stop running!-Your gonna give Y/N the wrong idea-“ Ghost tried to get Soap to stop but you used Ghost as a boost and jumped onto Ghost’s shoulders and jump off to tackle Soap.

Cut to the team lying in makeshift beds in the infirmary, all of them covered in head to toe with bruises and scratches from you. You were given catnip to ‘calm down’. They all stared at you playing with a toy mouse. All of them still out of breath and wheezing from the chase. Ghost and Soap will think twice before arguing with each other again.

mmsmskejnenenene had this thought older!bf john price dressing you up as his little slut.

he’d take you out to all the best boutiques in town, picking out the shortest skirts and the tiniest tops that show off all his favourite features of yours.

he’d pay for it all, from the most expensive victoria’s secret lingerie to the cheapest shein skirts with the shitty quality material he can (and has) rip(ped) apart in one hand.

he would take pride in knowing you love to parade yourself around, embracing your femininity and sexuality that’s all his. he would take pride in dressing you in the littelest outfits that make old ladies turn up their nose.

but the only downside, the two of you can’t make it out the house before he’s put his face up your skirt. he’ll tower over you, using his height to his advantage as he forces your onto the bed and simply presses his mouth to your cunt, clothed or not. one time, he cornered you in the hallway as you were putting your shoes on and pulled you down onto his face.

he’s a nasty old thing, darlin’.

When the boys are attention whores

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish I believe that this man, this feral man, would be a whore for attention when you and him were out on base, and everyone had your attention, like Simon “Oh? You need help lifting a bag, no problem,” Riley said. “You want advice on how to deal with feral Soap” Price, like our poor sweet man, CANNOT and WILL NOT go without your attention. If this man-child could get his hands on you, he would be all pouty and whiney. He would turn your face to his, sliding his hands up and down your waist and back while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Baabbbyy, looookkk at meeee,” he would whine as he pressed his face into your neck. But if he couldn’t, he would go all mean boy mode, balling up pieces of paper and throwing them at you or pulling your hair, like this man would act like a toddler who just heard the word no for the first time. Alejandro Vargas Now Alejandro? Our smooth talker, this man is needy but in a different manner to our fussy Johnny, Like he would still be pouty, but it’s all in his touch, all in the gentle push to your hips, how his hands guide you around the room, how his hands rest on your ass. So when Johnny pulls you into a conversation about only god knows what, your attention is entirely on him; Alejandro pouts as he presses his face to your neck, rubbing his nose up and down your neck and collarbone while he presses kisses; he mutters words like “mi divina look at me” or “mi corazón let me press kisses to your lips” he would whisper, as he lightly bites your jaw, that is if he could get his hands on that is But if he couldn’t, then be prepared for a lap dog. He would be all over you, his entire weight on your back, tight grip on your hair. Let's also not forget he would take your chin into his hand and force you to look at him, that hard, steely look in his eye that demanded your every attention. Simon ’Ghost’ Riley Simon is like a little mix of both Johnny and Alejandro, just meaner. Considering he isn’t much of a talker, he takes up more of Johnny’s mean streak and Alejandro’s touchiness while pouting, and there is no warning for this… You could happily talk with Kyle, WHAM, and pouty Simon in the common room. This man would find a way to be mean to you. He would grab your hair and turn it away from Kyle, but it’s not like he’s even turning you to look at him. Oh no, he’s turning you away from all types of attention point blank, and if that doesn’t force your attention, he will start flicking your cheeks, pinching them. Do you think Johnny’s evil in his toddler-like attitude? Simon is way worse. At least with Johhny and Alejandro, you had the sweet kisses and whispers of want, but Simon? “Fuc’n bitch” or “Eyes on me” are the harsh words you hear, you know he’s just pissy and demanding your attention, but it doesn’t mean that he won’t be any less forceful. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, our sweet boy Kyle? The man who worships the ground you walk on, Kyle, is the type to go to extremes like Simon but fluffy. He is a little less fussy than Simon, Johnny, or Alejandro, but he is just as touchy and whiney. Is this man all up in your space, like we think Alejandro is bad? Wait until Kyle is desperate and needy for your love and attention. This man can and will make his hand cold and force you against him while you cry out from the temperature change. Like this man would find a way to fit his head into your top or hoodie, we do not forget that he will steal your seat, seeking your warmth like a scolded puppy. When he finally pinned you to his side, he would whisper words like “Baby, give those pretty eyes” or “Give me that dazzling smile.”

Captain John Price Now John…John is a bit of a different story. He has some of Simon’s aggression, but he is also so fucking petty, and he is so fucking pouty; he’s not as whiny as the rest of his boys since the rest of the base believes that the boys have inherited some of those whiney and pouty behaviours. But this man is all serious and means looking (So his typical self), but he is stealing your seat, shouting about ‘On your feet lose your seat’, and God don’t put down your drink anywhere he can reach it, cause this man WILL steal it, he does not give two shits if you weren’t finished with it or not. This would go on for hours, to the point where you corner him and ask him what he was doing and his words. “Sorry, didn’t realise it would piss you off”, or “Is my soul unable to cope when things are taken away” he would say as he presses you into the wall, pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks.

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Full Hands — Captain John Price

Me 🤝 writing fics about John with kids

(I want to have his babies)

Warnings: Fem!reader, John is nice but DON’T TALK TO STRANGE MEN!!!!

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The morning had started out disastrous, to say the least. The kids were already up when you arrived, and before you could even take off your shoes, their poor parents were out the door, looking exhausted as ever. You understood why as soon as you saw the mess of clothes and toys that were sprawled throughout the house. With a sigh, you clean the house up, and after wrestling the rambunctious little girl into the bath and dressing both her and her baby brother (who was cranky from lack of sleep and a stuffy nose), you headed out the door to go to the park. You could only hope that the crazy little munchkin would wear herself out and take a good nap later.

“Look out!” You gasp, grabbing the chatty four-year-old by her arm before her face can make contact with a lamp post.

Your yelp wakes up the baby strapped to your chest, and your eyes widen when you see his lower lip starting to tremble. You place one hand beneath his bottom and adjust the wrap so that he feels more secure, bouncing in place to try and stop him from the inevitable cry-session he’s about to embark on. Luckily, your soothing efforts work, and the tired babe falls right back asleep before the first wail can escape him. You sigh softly in relief, grabbing his older sister’s hand and pulling her closer to you to avoid any more potential accidents.

“I wanna go to the paaaark!” She pouts, trying to run ahead of you, but your grip tightens on her.

“We are, sweetheart, but I need coffee first,” you explain, running your thumb along her knuckles as you guide her into the quaint little café.

The little girl huffs defiantly, but her big brown eyes widen in pure excitement when she sees the arrangement of delicious pastries behind the glass display. Instantly, she’s tugging on the hem of your dress, pigtails dancing wildly as she bounces up and down.

“Nana! Wanna cake pop, please? Pretty please? I’ll be good, swear! Won’t be sassy!” She rambles, pulling you to the front and subsequently running into the man that was already trying to order.

Your heart drops into your stomach when the man turns around, and you pull the little girl into your side in a protective manner. He’s tall and built, and were you not afraid that he was about to give this clumsy little girl a piece of his mind, you would have found him rather attractive. Much to your relief, the man gives a soft chuckle, kind eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Look a little young to be a ‘Nana,’ yeah?” He teases, sparkling blue eyes scanning your flushed face.

“Oh, I’m just their nanny. She refuses to call me by my real name,” you explain sheepishly, glancing at the sleeping baby all cozied up in the wrap you’ve got strapped to you. “I’m so sorry about this. This guy’s been sick, and the little miss is using it to her advantage since I can’t chase after her like normal.”

The man tuts, giving you a sympathetic smile. He looks down at the girl who’s now hugging the back of your leg, poking her head around to meet his eyes. He hums once, pulling out his wallet.

“Alright if I get her the cake pop she’s fussin’ ‘bout?” He asks, nodding his head toward the array of colorful treats.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you wave your hands frantically in dismissal, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nonsense, I insist. Matter fact, what did you want? Some coffee?” He pushes, guiding you closer to the counter with him to show that he’s serious.

“I was gonna get a latte,” you frown, feeling bad for taking advantage of this man’s kindness, no matter how much he wants to do it.

“Atta girl. That all?” He pats your shoulder, and you ease up a bit—however, still on alert for the girl that’s hiding behind your leg.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” you smile kindly, rubbing your fingertips along the child’s arm as she giggles.

“None o’that. Call me John,” he grins, handing the barista some money.

You urge the little girl up to grab the cake pop from the barista’s hand. She mutters out a shy thank you (much in contrast to the nonsensical rants she always gives you) before hiding behind the safety of your legs once again. You huff softly in amusement and follow John over to wait for your coffee. He watches as the child takes a bite of her cake pop, chuckling in satisfaction before looking back up to you. His eyes twinkle as he watches you run your fingertips over the stirring infant’s eyelids, trying to get him back to sleep.

“You want to be a mum,” he muses.

It’s less of a question, more of a statement, and it catches you off guard. You blush and sputter, eyes darting down to the girl enjoying her treat in order to avoid his prying gaze. There’s something about the way he looks at you—not in a predatory way, but in a protective way, like he’s known you for years—that makes you feel strangely content. At home in a foreign place. The little girl seems to sense your comfortable state because she stops hiding behind you and goes to give John a hug around his legs. You apologize profusely, red-faced, but he just leans down to pat the tot on her back.

“Gotta stop apologizin’, love. The little one’s just thankin’ me for the cake pop,” he chuckles, humming his own thanks to the barista as he takes his tea and your latte from her hands.

“Sorr- um. Thank you, John,” you take your drink from him, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat as your fingers brush against his. “But really, let me pay you back. I have cash, or I can send it to you-”

“What are you doing later? Once you haven’t got the kiddos, I mean,” he interrupts, trying to conceal the way his eyes had been glued to your lips as you spoke.

You furrow your eyebrows, not expecting to be interrupted, but the softness in those baby blues of his take away any negativity you might have felt. You shrug, sighing when you realize that the baby cuddled into your chest is now fully awake and will absolutely not go back to sleep.

“Not much, honestly. Was gonna cook dinner for myself,” you explain, smiling softly as you watch John wave to the baby, freckled nose scrunched in delight.

“Tell you what: how about I take you out instead, yeah? Consider it payin’ me back,” he beams, hopeful cerulean eyes staring into yours.

“Spending more money on me is paying you back?” You laugh, giving the little girl a stern look as she smacks your thigh to get your attention.

“Spendin’ time with a beautiful woman is more than enough. Swear it,” he pulls his phone from his pocket and offers it to you.

You blush furiously, taking his phone and typing your contact information into it. As you hand it back, John gives you a wink and a pleased hum.

“I’ll give you a call later, hm?” He smiles, patting your shoulder gently when you nod your agreement. “Have fun with the little ones.”

You wave a flustered goodbye to John as the impatient little girl grabs your hand and all but drags you out of the café.

need BC!Price where he can be highkey neglectful and mean to you infront of his mates (whether he realises it or not) and they all think ‘what the fuck???’

I know people are gonna hate this but I don’t care I love it

c/w: john is a prick, mean!john, angst

it always happens when he’s around the lads. it’s like you’re watching him switch on you the second he sees them at the pub. at home, he’s your lovely husband. yeah, he can be a bit of an asshole to you but never this mean

it was supposed to be a quiet drink, just the two of you. no kids to stress you out. but then that lads from the site come in and now you’re sat alone at your shared table, waiting for your husband to come back from getting your drink

you check your phone and realise he’s been gone for 20 minutes so you decide to hunt him down. you find him outside, cigarette in one hand and a pint in the other. he’s laughing with the boys and doesn’t even notice you come up beside him

“john?” you call out to him, breaking him from the conversation he was clearly enjoying. “did you get my drink?”

he responds with a ‘hm?’ but quickly follows up with an answer to show he did actually hear you, he was just stalling to come up with an excuse, “forgot, love. take my card and go get yourself one.”

you frown when he just shoves his card into your hands before turning back to carry on his conversation, one of the lads giving you a sympathetic smile. you twist your head to look at the bar and cringe when you see how crowded it is

“john? can you come with-?” you ask, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention but he snaps his head to you, raising a finger up to his lips

“shush, love. I’m talking.” he says with a mildly agitated voice. he turns to carry on speaking but gives his attention to you one last time, “get me a pint whilst you’re up there.”

just got hit with the thought (thot) of drunk sex with price where his moans start breaking into whines

(men who are whine and men who moan >>>>>>)

Desperation

authors note: holy shit i love this idea!!

warnings: gn!reader, sex, cowgirl/boy position, submissive Price, begging, unprotected sex, both Price and reader are drunk, language

You could taste the alcohol on him as you kissed. His hands were placed on your thighs as you rode him slowly. You weren’t bouncing on him by any means- it was more of a heavy grinding. 

“Fuck doll, you’re killing me. Any chance you could speed up? Have some mercy on this old man?”

You giggled, nuzzling noses with him, “Wow, John. You sound awfully close to begging,” you teased. 

“Don’t tempt me,” he grumbled, hands moving to grab your ass. You felt him move under you, grunting before he started thrusting. 

You frowned, holding his hips down with your hands. He was strong enough to continue bucking, and so he did. 

“Don’t, John,” you whispered, and you must be hearing things. John fucking whined. 

You grinned, “What’s that, baby?”

“Fucking move- please. Need you to use me doll-“ He cut off with a loud moan as you lifted off of him almost entirely before dropping back down. 

“Like that?”

“Bloody- yes, just like that,”

His eyes rolled back as you continued the motion, fucking yourself stupid on his cock as if your life depended on it. His fingers dug into your ass, bruising it. You didn’t mind the familiar pain, John would cover the marks in kisses later. 

John whined out your name, grabbing your throat and pulling you down so that his face was nuzzled between your neck and shoulder. 

“Love- feel so good riding me like this. Fuck I- I love you so- so much,” He panted. 

You smiled, rotating your face to kiss his temple. 

“Is that so?” You teased as you stopped bouncing and returned to your grinding. 

He whimpered like the drunk, pathetic and needy whore he is. 

“Please don’t stop, doll. Please keep using me- I was so close, and fucking hell I need it-“

“Yeah, John? Want to cum inside and fill me up?”

“God- yes!”

“Want me to ride you until you cry?”

“Please-“

You kissed his nose, “Want me to ruin you for anyone else?”

“Already have,”

John would be mortified by his desperation when he sobered up, but for now your precious boyfriend needed you badly. And damn, you were happy to give yourself to him. 

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cw for possible dubcon and very inappropriate workplace behavior

john price who uses the workplace as an excuse to get closer to you. in every sense of the word.

he always needs to touch you. like resting a hand on your shoulder or patting you on the back for a job well done. he'll splay his large palm on your lower back whenever he feels like it just to hear you stumble over your words. he likes to walk by you every chance he can get as an excuse to put a hand on your waist and brush his body against yours. just enough that you don’t realize until later how full and firm the front of his fatigues were.

he acts like there’s no such thing as privacy or personal space whenever he gets you in his office. it doesn’t matter what you stop by for, either. he’ll lean back in his chair, roll it far enough away from his desk that you can see the way his hand moves over the front of his trousers. it’s so cute how flustered you get after seeing what you do to him.

he knows you’re so eager to prove your worth and work hard for the team that you’ll do anything he says. he doesn’t have to work very hard to convince you that you need to stay behind. work a little later tonight, make sure things get done, love. you can do that f'me, yeah? it takes a little more convincing to get you in his lap, of course. but it's worth it to see you squirm, pretending like you can't feel his cock nestling against your ass while you absentmindedly scrawl over the papers on his desk. you were always better than him with the paperwork, anyway—this arrangement just made more sense. so you won't care when he starts running his hands over your thighs and grabbing at your hips and waist, right? c'mon, it helps with the stress.

and you were always so kind, so willing to offer your help when he was stressed on long days; you won't question him when he tells you to bend over his desk. just let him have his way, relieve some of that pent-up stress. you wouldn't disobey orders from your captain, would you? of course not—not when his cock stretches your cunt out so deliciously you can't think straight.

you figure it wouldn't matter how much he prepped you, nothing would match how his fat cock filled you, bullying your cervix with each rough thrust. with the way you drool over the papers and your hole sucks him deeper, he knows he's got you right where he wants you. even then, he'll hold you down just in case; a thick arm wrapped around your waist while the other locks around your head to muffle your mewls. can't be too loud, now. can't have people finding out what a cock-drunk whore you are for your boss, can we?

For Now, At Least (COD Drabble)

John Price x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: It's the best kind of surprise when John comes home earlier than you expect.

Fic type: pure self-indulgent domestic fluff

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"What's all this then, eh?" A deep voice asks from behind you. You startle, not having heard John sneak in. You hadn't been expecting him back from his latest highly classified mission for another week at minimum.

"John," you breathed once the shock had subsided and the racket of your heart began to slow back to a more usual pace. 'All this' actually really only included yourself writing a story on the lounge, clad in your comfiest of pyjamas, blanket strewn across your lap and a strange movie playing on the screen that was distracting you from writing your story more than it was helping you to do so.

"Evenin' dollface," his eyes crinkled at the sides, lips spreading into a grin. Throwing all of your things to the side, you leapt into his arms- feeling intense relief as he closed in around you. "Oh, there you are."

Price pressed a kiss to your forehead, melting against you with his eyes pressed tight. He'd always return to you, you both knew it. But that didn't negate the relief and purity of being in each other's arms again after time apart.

"Whatcha writing this time, eh?" He asked when he could finally bring himself to let you down. You brought him over to the couch, guiding him to lay down so you could lay in his arms and finish your movie.

"Nothing really," you replied, trailing a finger down his bicep. John's fingers brushed your hair back over your ear as his other arm stretched to prop his head up, exposing a rather attractive-looking arm to your view. His muscles popped, and though he'd never admit it, you knew he did so just because he knew you liked it. "Movie kept distracting me, anyway."

"Mm," he hummed, gaze lifting from the top of your head to the television as if he was only just now paying attention to it. "Looks like a ripper."

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"You've only seen the last two minutes and I'm already halfway through."

"Too right," he acquiesced, though you were pretty sure he wasn't going to give it a chance another day either.

You both lapsed into silence, happy to listen to the movie for background noise as you soaked in the pleasure of each other's company. He'd only been gone two weeks, but with his job and the danger that came with it- two weeks could feel like a hell of a lot longer.

You fell asleep like that, too warm but together. You did wake up as the credits began to roll on the television, but the rhythmic up and down of Price's chest lulled you back to sleep all but immediately. He was home with you where he belonged.

For now, at least. But you'd take what you could get.

A snippet/preview of Part 2 of this one!

Situationship neighbor Price isn't the father of your child. But he's always been a big picture kind of guy.

CW: New baby/Domestic Fluff

After taking your time in the shower, knowing it might be your last for a while, you emerged to see the two of them on your couch, watching the nightly football coverage on the telly.  John was talking to someone, voice raised with heated enthusiasm, and you assumed he was on the phone with one of his mates.

But as you inched closer, you realized he was recounting his opinions on the latest match to the infant on his chest.

“You can put her down if you want,” you smiled, as you motioned to the bassinet.  “You don’t have to hold her all night.”

“I tried, but I can’t tell if she’s breathing when she’s over there.  Quiet little thing.” 

There was nothing in the baby books and videos about seeing a man who’d been inside you hold your child as if it was the most precious thing in the world.  How it could change your brain chemistry.  Make you stupid in ways you never thought you could be.

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