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lovifie · 3 days

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Accidentally Kidnapping Mafia Boss Price

A.K.A. Reverse Trope Writing Prompts

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cw: guns, car accident

You hate your job, and part of it, is because of how much you hate your boss.

If watching "The Devil Wears Prada" taught you anything, is that working as an assistant is an exhausting, humiliating and underpaid job.

But still... is the best one you have had.

So when your boss tells you that you need to drive his car to get his dog to the hairdresser, you agree. Because out of all the disgusting things that he makes you do, driving his way too expensive car to take his actual delight of a dog to the hairdresser and waiting two paid hours while doing anything, it's really not the worst.

Taking the keys from his desk when he tells you that the dog is already in the car waiting and that you better hurry, you waste no time in taking the elevator. Three massive men, in black suits, walk out right as you enter; catching on the corner of your eye as they walk towards your boss's office.

You recognise the car immediately, only a money freak like your boss could afford it; so without even looking at the back seat, you turn on the car making the engine roar before going out onto the road.

Missing the identical car parked behind the column.

The dog must be sleeping behind, you assume when you can't hear his usual panting. You can hear his breathing, and the sound of movement. But it's the sound of a lighter that makes you look up into the rearview mirror.

You freeze when you lock eyes with the man sitting in the back seat. Blue eyes, mutton chops and a mischievous smile on his lips.

"You are not the dog." It's the only thing you can say, thankful for the red light and the fact the car is stopped, unable to look away from the mirror.

"Well, good morning to you too, darling." He says, a deep chuckle escaping his lips around his cigar.

"You- You can't smoke here, my boss, he hates-" You mumble, trying to keep an eye out for the changing street light.

"I can't smoke in my own car, sweetheart?" He asks, cocking his head as he does.

"Pardon?" You ask, turning your head to finally look at him. The massive man sitting cross-legged on the back seat, the suit obviously expensive for the way it clings to all the right parts of his muscular body.

"I think you got into the wrong car, sweetheart." He says, resting his elbow on the door.

"No, no. This is my boss's car and you are supposed to be a dog!" You exclaim, pointing at him. "Where is the dog!?"

"Are you calling me a dog?" He asks, amusement in his voice.

"No! I- I'm supposed to take the dog to the fucking groomers, not you!" You say, exasperated.

"I wouldn't say no to a grooms session." He says, rubbing his beard as he looks into the window reflection. "The light's green."

You furrowed your eyebrow, jumping when the car behind honks at you and you start driving again.

"You should probably drive me back, though. My boys won't take nicely your attempted kidnap." He says casually, looking at the back of your head. "Especially Ghost."

"Who are you? A mob?" You ask, snickering to yourself.

"Precisely." He answers with a nod of his head. "Not to sound cocky, but have you heard of the 141, right?"

And it takes a second for the pieces to fall together, Price chuckes again when he sees your eyes widen at the realisation.

"No!"

"Yes."

"Noo!"

"Yeeah!"

"You are not!"

"I am, in fact."

"You can't be!"

"Well, I am, love."

You rub your hand over your face, quickly using it to change the destination on the GPS to go back to your building.

"I- I will drive you back, and I'll get on the car I'm supposed to, yeah? We can leave this as a funny history, right?" You ask, looking at him through the rearview mirrors.

"Sounds good with me. We wouldn't want anyone thinking you tried to kidnap me, right, love?" He asks and you quickly shake your head. "You are a good girl, right? An honest mistake?"

You nod your head eagerly, trying to fight the tears back. And something about the pathetic scene playing before him must make him feel bad because he leans forward, resting his hand on your shoulder. "It's all good, sweetheart. Let's go back."

You nod again, sniffling with a lack of decorum; and when you look forward again, you can only see a black car driving beside you. You make eye contact with the driver, coming face to face with a skeleton mask.

He then moves back, letting you see the man sitting beside him and the gun he is holding. Pointing at you.

You barely have time to raise your shoulder, moving your head down, before you feel the pain on your arm. It makes you lose control of the car, driving straight into a light pole.

You hit your head on the driving wheel knocking yourself out, and the last thing you hear before going dark is the man behind you shouting.

"Johnny, you bloody muppet!"

It could have been hours by the time you come back to your senses, hearing the car alarm going off and the searing pain of the bullet wound on your shoulder.

"I said that one of us should have stayed with you!" You hear a muffled voice complain from outside the car.

"I don't need a nanny, Kyle. Besides, the three of you are a bigger threat than what the poor girl was." You recognise the voice as the man that was sitting behind you

"She managed to kidnap you, Price. I would call that a threat" A second mysterious voice adds.

"She was driving back! Was supposed to take a dog to get a haircut or something." The blue eyes man says.

"Eh, she's moving." A third voice says, considerably closer than the rest, urging you to move. You barely lift your head enough to see, coming face to face with the barrel of the gun.

"Make sure not to miss this time." One of the voices says.

"Johnny, lower the bloody gun!" The only voice you recognise says, the gun automatically lowering.

"But why, sir?" The man whines, apparently angry at not being allowed to kill you.

"Because you three dumbs dumbs just killed her boss when you were supposed to interrogate him, so that makes her both..." He says, leaning his arm on the ceiling of the car and looking at you. "our only source of information... And my new assistant. What do you say, sweetheart?"

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shadow4-1 · 3 days

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I'm just imagining the 141 looking for a medic because all of the ones they sign on keep dying or getting poached by other task forces. And you're a baby medic who is shadowing your higher rank and well esteemed teacher (who is actually the one on the 141's radar). But something goes horribly wrong...

You've done everything you possibly can but he's still drowning in his own blood.

He's tried walking you through everything through wheezing, wet breaths. He has a knowing look in his eye, this isn't working and it won't work. You're in the EVAC helicopter, but the time it'll take to get you back to base is too long.

"I-I'm sorry." You whimper, tears forming on your lashes. "I'm not a very good student."

Your mentor smiles sadly, his eyes glassy. He was always sweet to you when he was no nonsense with everyone else.

"You're doing great, kid." He huffs, blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. He winces and sputters up more but you're there. You try to fill up his vision and give him something to focus on. "People crash. Don't give up on 'em till it's over."

You cradle his head, memorize every wrinkle, scar, and patch on his kit. And then, it hits you.

He's right, its not over yet.

You rip through your medical supplies with shaking hands. It feels like it takes forever but it's merely seconds before you're sticking a needle from your vein into his. You watch the bag as it quickly fills with your blood before entering into him.

Your mentor chuckles and shakes his head weakly. This is nowhere near anything he taught you. But he knows it might just save his life since you're both the same blood type.

You go through multiple more needles releasing pressure on his lungs until he's even more stable than before. He finally has a shot and that's all that matters.

You're so close. Fifteen minutes out when he starts to crash again. You've exhausted everything. Your medical supplies are dwindling. You have no more blood to give. Your teacher just continues to smile at you. And he keeps smiling at you and he keeps smiling at you. You rub at his face, his eyes are far away. You feel for his pulse.

You scream.

It's not one of fear, but a deep, mournful cry. You turned your comms off forever ago but you know everyone could hear you, even through the wind. It carries your scream off and away as the heli's motors clip around you. You feel empty. He was supposed to teach you more. He was supposed to live.

You scream again and throw yourself over him. You sob and scream and grab at him, trying desperately to look for vitals. You know you won't find one but you're delirious. He's supposed to live! You did everything right!

Tears blur your vision but you notice someone out of the corner of your eye. It's one of the members of a different task force assigned to help your squad with this now terribly failed mission. He's their Captain, you think. He tries to reach down but you hiss at him. You don't care about rank. You don't care about the social ramifications. You scream to be heard over the wind.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

The man's eyes soften. You don't imagine what you look like. You probably look wild, feral, gnashing your teeth and growling. You don't care. He's YOUR teacher, he's YOUR responsibility. Quite frankly, you don't trust any of the other strangers watching you. You hiss at them too. Then you cry again.

You bury your face into your now dead mentor's chest and sob.

- - - - -

The look in your eye is like nothing he's ever seen before in a medic.

Price had watched you exhaust every possible avenue to save your superior's life. When all else failed you gave him your own blood. And when he finally succumbed to his injuries you threw yourself over him, not allowing anyone or anything to get close.

Even when they arrived on base, when your other superiors tired to swoop in, you stood your ground.

"I don't care! Even in death he's MY patient!" You yelled at your own Captain.

And surpisingly, they let you take care of him to the end. They even let you escort his body to the morgue. It's where Price finds you hours later.

You sit in a rusty old folding chair just outside the morgue doors. Your eyes are glazed over, far away, and still brimming with tears. He kneels in front of you to get on your level. He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to finally see him. You blink slowly and look up at him.

"I-I'm sorry..." You apologize. "I d-didn't mean t-"

"It's alright, Love." He hums and offers you a tight smile. "I understand."

He pats your knee in a fatherly way before standing up. His knees pop and he winces. You immediately stand up, your eyes searching him up and down.

"S' alright, I promise. Just a lil' stiff s' all." He soothes. "I need you to come with me."

He notices how your pretty lil' eyes widen. He shakes his head and offers a hand to help you out of the chair.

"You're not n' any trouble, sweetheart. I just want to talk with you."

He looks down at you with a knowing, sweet smile.

Your commitment is exactly what he's looking for.

#cod imagines #mw2 #call of duty #mw2 headcanons #cod mwii #captain price #price x reader #captain john price #john price

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soapskneebrace · 3 days

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I know we all like to cast Price as assigned husband at birth (ahab if you will) but lately I’ve been getting more into the idea of older bf! Price who’s already failed one marriage.

Like, he and his ex are cordial, but there were too many hurt feelings at the end for them to ever feel comfortable being friends. Price isn’t the one who asked to split, but he didn’t fight it either—he knows he’s hard to love. He knows his job is too much for anyone sane to deal with.

He resigns himself to divorced life and tries to be happy.

Then, he meets you. A cute young thing with the sparkle still in your eye. Maybe at the grocery store, or at a restaurant with only the two of you in it. He feels his broken heart beat a little. He tells himself to leave it—you’re too nice, too good for him to spoil. He fails, and three months later there’s a drawer in his bedroom stuffed with your clothes and a set of your toiletries in his bathroom.

It isn’t like his first serious relationship. The age gap between you and him is substantial enough that you grew up in a world very different from his; you aren’t fussing about meeting parents, or five-year plans, or how many kids he isn’t giving you. Maybe it’s because you don’t take this as seriously as him—he doesn’t know.

What he does know is that it’s his name you’re crying out when he’s got you in his bed, knees pressed up to your ears. What he does know is that he likes making you breakfast when you stay over. What he does know is that he’s the one you call when your door starts scraping the frame, or your tires need rotating, or you’re lonely and you want some company while some trash TV plays in the background.

He may have screwed up his first marriage, but certificate or no, he’s learned enough how not to fuck up his second.

#price x reader

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squishycheekanon · 2 days

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Stalker John Price thot🩵🌼

Stalker John Price who firsts sees you in the library, cute little sundress rising up your thighs as your strain to reach for pride and prejudice on a shelf that’s much too high for you to even try to reach.

Stalker John price who goes behind the shelf and pushes the book out from out from the other side, you thankfully catch it before it falls on your head.

Stalker John Price who uses his military experience to stalk you and not get caught.

Stalker John Price who examines your house while you’re at work to find the perfect hiding spots for him and placing the tiniest cameras around.

Stalker John Price who knows how wrong it is when he’s quick to dart into one of those hiding spaces as you open the door sighing from a long day at work but can’t seem to find a reason to care when you start to strip off your work clothes and change into your fuzzy stitch pj bottoms and hoodie.

Stalker John Price who thinks you look so fucking cute in your pjs. He leans forward almost making the house creak wanting to see more of you. He moves when you do, watching with a grin on his face as you cook your dinner while shaking your hips to music that’s blaring through your speaker.

Stalker John Price who smiles softly when you stuff your face full of pasta, your eyes never leaving the tv screen and soon end up falling asleep on your sofa. He feels it’s safe enough for him to come out.

Stalker John Price who presses a sweet little kiss to your cheek and then leaves your house to go home and set up all the cameras on his computer. He smiles seeing you clear as day on the screen in the same position as before, fast asleep on the sofa.

Stalker John Price who knows exactly how you like your morning coffee. He’s watched you make it 1000 times.

Stalker John Price who notes down in his notebook what your favourite foods and drinks are so he doesn’t forget.

Stalker John Price who confides in Simon about what’s he’s doing only for Simon to assure him he’s doing nothing wrong and it’s all normal even if he feels it’s wrong.

Stalker John Price who goes round your house more often after speaking to Simon.

Stalker John Price who gets painfully hard when you’re first out the shower, fluffy white towel wrapped around your wet body. His blue eyes never leaving your figure as you massage lotion into your skin and spray body mist all over. He inhales holding back from groaning at the scent that clings to you.

Stalker John price who watches you through the crack in your wardrobe doors as you pant and whine and buck your hips against the vibrator buzzing hastily against your little clit.

Stalker John Price who is practically drooling when he thinks you’re done, satisfied but watches you reach for the dildo in your bedside drawer. He was in for a long night of restraint.

Stalker John price who comes up with a plan to be a part of your life because he can’t keep going on without having you for himself. Without keeping you.

Stalker John Price who ‘bumps’ into at your local grocery store and the library and your local bar. Eventual you think it’s fate. Never suspecting he would be a stalker. He’s such a nice, sweet guy.

Stalker John Price who is giddy with excitement when you agree to go on a date with him. He makes it the best damn date you’d ever been on. Dinner, dancing and a show.

Stalker John Price who groans, “Fill my hands with you finally.” When you do eventually let him touch you, his large calloused hands grabbing at every part of you he can. “Finally gonna let me take care of you huh love?” He’ll grin down at you as you nod, so whiny and needy for him. “So fucking perfect and all mine.”

Stalker John Price who marries you.

Stalker John Price who cries when you show him the positive pregnancy test.

Stalker John Price who laughs loudly when your children say that daddy is obsessed with their mommy.

Stalker John Price who after thirty years of marriage, three children and 5 grandchildren never admits that he stalked you but tells you everyday how much he loves you.

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mrsparrasblog · 2 days

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Tf141 x Introducing your Boyfriend after they fucked up.

So I was thinking about a reader who kinda fell in love with her whole squad. You didn't want to.

At first, you fell in love with Johnny, the obvious choice. He was always flirting with you, calling you all these cute Scottish pet names like "hen" and "bonnie", and taking you on dates.

It was perfect until your feelings grew for the stoic, fatherly captain. He was mature, so much more mature than Johnny. He fixed your half-house when you were on leave, always checking if you were safe and making sure you drank enough. It was the perfect combination between Johnny's golden retriever behavior and his strong personality. It was okay in your books to fall in love with two men. It wasn't the first time it happened to someone, right?

You thought you were crazy when the scary lieutenant found his way into your overcrowded heart. He was like a guard dog for you, protecting you from all the creeps on base. And how couldn't you fall in love after he protected you from two men at the bar? Many men said, "I'd burn the world down for you", but the fact about Simon was he really would.

You thought you finally lost it when you were cuddling with your best friend Kyle again, like always. He grew up to be your safe space after a while. You never thought there would be more than platonic love. He was your platonic soulmate until you were pinned under him, getting fucked, with slow thrusts while he repeated over and over again how he loved you since day one. Yes, you're in a fucked up situation.

How could you approach this? After overthinking for straight months, you finally managed to tell them. "You can't love us all, that's batshit crazy," they mumbled, and god, it broke your heart as much as theirs. They never thought about a poly relationship before, but they all loved you and none of them wanted to give up their spot in your heart.

it took you several months to get over this embarrassment. The feelings never left, but you found a new boyfriend who was completely different from all of them. That was good, right? After a while, they got you to introduce your boyfriend to them after a deployment in an overpriced bar your lawyer boyfriend picked in Canary Wharf - The first mistake in their books. Of course, John fit in there with his neat whiskey but come on, this wasn't the place for you guys.

Johnny was the nicest of all of them; he at least had the courtesy to greet your boyfriend and be nice to him. You just didn't realize how he pulled as many jokes as possible, making you laugh for hours, how James couldn't. He was just nice, nothing to worry about, James, you said to him all over again.

Simon took his hand and almost broke it while shaking it, his 6'4" frame towering against your 5'6" boyfriend. He always had a grip on James, whispering in his ears, "And how is a twig like you able to protect my girl?"

By accident, your tires were slashed. "No, James, why should John have done this?" you rolled your eyes. Even worse, your boyfriend didn't know how to change a tire, so you stood there in the rain changing that damn tire while James stood under the umbrella until John came up, "Lovely, go sit in the car, I'll change it." He pulled his sleeves up, flexing his muscular arms while he fixed your problems like always. He was your husband after all, at least in his books.

Kyle hit it off when he walked towards James and whispered in his ear, "I bet you don't satisfy her, does she still taste sweeter than cinnamon there? Does she still get the whole bed soaked in squirt? Does she beg for you?" You didn't believe James when he told you Kyle said that, your Kyle, your best friend? The nicest man on earth ever.

"You're paranoid, James. I think it's better if we call it off," he accused all of your friends of things they never would even do. How could you be with someone so jealous?

"Mhm, broke up with James," you said.

"Was too boring for you, Bonnie",

"was too short for you and couldn't even throw a proper punch",

"couldn't fix a damn tire",

"you deserve someone better, not some jealous loser, what do you even want from a lawyer?"

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notspiders · 19 hours

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Oh, Honey! (Bumblebee! Reader x Monster! 141)

General Warnings: Mostly fluff. Reader is female and is described as rather small and chubby. Reader is clumsy. Reader has a very large family. Characters may act out of character. Poor grammar is likely. Cussing. Part 1??? Note: Monster! 141 belongs to @bluegiragi

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Price watches you through the window.

Truthfully, he isn't sure how he and his team ended up here. One day they were being chased by a bloody team of zombies/cannon fodder, the next- he's laying on this extremely cozy bed (although it is a bit small) with his wounds nicely patched. Soap has gone hunting with the other women. Ghost is satisfied that they're all safe in this... rather massive cottage and has been snoring away in the next room for the past hour. Gaz has told him that he's going to just fly around and keep an eye out- just in case if the enemies somehow find themselves through the dense woods and into this clearing.

They really were lucky, Price thinks. According to you, the woods were a force themselves. Navigating through it, especially at night, is practically impossible. Compasses don't work. There's no signal and, of course, any type of aircraft just fail here. The woods are miles long and unless you packed enough supplies- it's suicide to dive back in and try to find your way out. It's just that sometimes the woods can help you, and sometimes the woods just gives you Mother Nature's middle finger and kills you. So there's that.

Naturally, the team was suspicious.

1) The explanation made no sense. 2) They were just outnumbered by a ton of enemies and to stumble upon this welcoming lot is... well, it's too good to be true, yeah? 3) You and your family are just way too happy. 3.1) There are no guys in your family. Your mother stated that men generally just wandered in, the family would treat them, and then they go away by themselves after a few nights. 3.2) Honestly, all of you look the same. Maybe there's like, a difference in hairstyles, body types, and obvious age gaps between the women here and there, but Jesus… Gaz has already made the mistake of confusing you, your cousins, your many sisters, and other random girls multiple times last night. 3.3) Scratch out the 'massive cottage' you guys claimed it to be. It's a mansion. Your 'family' is very large. There are many aunts, other women, cousins, other girls that were adopt into the family- Just no men. All living under the same roof and might as well be an army itself with how efficient you all did your tasks.

That said, it's very rude to point guns at innocent, clueless civilians. You, an adorably chubby, little bumblebee-hybrid (identifiable by the two rather pathetic buzzing wings behind your back), opened the door to them last night and stared blankly at their guns before cheerily ushering them in without freaking your head out. Next thing they knew, they got some quality homecooked meals cooked and served before them, plenty of drink (the honey mead everyone shared is excellent), proper treatment with their wounds (with... herbs), and warm beds. Ghost had stayed up the whole night and snooped around (just in case) but reported nothing interesting except for a few old hunting rifles and some overdue library books. Yes, each girl did carry a tiny foraging knife, but he's pretty certain they could still punt them like footballs ten at a time.

Morning comes- the team properly introduce themselves without being too specific of their occupation. There was a great deal of oohing and aahing as Price unfolded his one wing. His smoke did cause one girl to faint and her mother quickly asked for Price to... stop. He did his best and has, for now, stopped smoking his cigar. Everyone just steered clear from Ghost. Many children were petting Soap's head and playing with his fluffy tail, and others were stroking Gaz's wings.

Despite all the attention, Price's gaze is always on you. Maybe it was because of the fact that he's seen you first. You were just the cutest out of all of them. He wanted to whisk you away just to squish every soft part of your body and have you cuddled up beside him in his nest back home.

He's sorely disappointed to be told that he needs to return to bed so that his wounds can heal faster. No matter. The window gives him a very nice view of the clearing outside. Some girls are tending to the farm. Others are beekeeping. Plenty have gone to the outskirts of the forest to forage or hunt. Soap has offered to go out with the girls and they gladly accepted his help. (Tomorrow, he'll get off of this bed and join everyone too.)

Right now, you're picking the berries in your garden. It's amusing to watch you. Sometimes you bend over to pluck a few pretty flowers too- he's gotten a very nice view of your plump arse here and there. He's watched you buzz your small wings to just barely get a foot in the air and pluck an apple off the tree. Oh, how he wished to simply go out to lift you up himself... Your weight would be nothing to him.

From his observations, he's smartly deduced: Your body is round. Your little wings aren't designed for distance.

He loves the way you'd burrow your nose into any flower. Sometimes you remind him of Johnny's eagerness by the way you'd get a bit too enthusiastic and faceplant into the bed of flowers to take in the scent.

Price watches you get up, bump into your cousin (or is it sister? Or is this another girl? He couldn't be arsed), and the two of you collectively squeaked and apologized at the same time. Adorable. Fascinating. Beautiful. He hasn't felt this way ever since the time he xaight the glimpse of the shiny Excalibur in that stupid rock.

The lunch horn has been blown. He's been told that today's meal would be freshly baked bread and creamy chicken with wild rice soup. There’ll be tea and coffee for the drinks.

Price wishes his lunch would just be you.

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tojisun · 1 day

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day ??? of trying to write that price x throat training but getting derailed by how soft he becomes :((

all crooning and outpouring petnames because more than anything, the fact that you're letting him use you is the biggest turn-on. it has him swelling under his sweats, chub filling up at every of your shy looks. it has him pinching your chin, thumb swiping over your mouth like he can't fathom how those pretty lips would be soon wrapped around his flesh.

christ.

"open up f'me, darlin'?" he asks, breaths turning ragged when you drop your jaw open, following his every quiet beckoning. he presses his thumb on the flat of your tongue, unable to hold himself back now that you've presented him the wetness that'd take all of him down.

and you would, wouldn't you? you'd swallow all of him, greedily and impatiently?

(of course, you would.)

#price x reader #john price x reader #john price smut #suns #tbh i got distracted bc my work crush praised me :/#said shit how i did so good today. well the actual words were so nonchalant - im just being a fool #''beautiful. you did so good today again k[name]. thank you so much for your help eh? any plans for tonight?''#like calm down sir i dont wanna lose my mind w u givin me validation n all

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gothghostiie · 3 days

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i feel safe to be unhinged on your blog so i’ll say it

i KNOW price is hairy asf and i can’t stop thinking about his reaction to needy, cockdrunk reader burying their face in his armpit, sniffing him like a puppy, getting drunk by his scent

you absolutely are safe enough here bestie

and hhhhhhhhhh shdhshsb mh. yes.

cw: scent/musk kink

price is a literal bear, look at him. he knows you love it though, so he's more than happy. however what he didn't expect was.. this.

hes laying in bed after fucking you, lazily working his fingers in and out of your hole still, knowing you're far from done. he loves watching you squirm on his thick fingers, still so sensitive from how many orgasms he ripped from your precious body.. that's when you start burying your face on his chest at first. jaw slack, drooling and eyes lidded when you start smelling his sweat and natural musk, still smelling like sex. you really can't help yourself when you Bury your face deeper and more intensely, ending up with it in his armpit. he chuckles and wants to ask what the hell you're doing, when he hears your intense breathing. you're inhaling deeply, his scent making you clench around his fingers hard, drawing a low chuckle from him. instead of stopping you or pulling you away he does the opposite, pressing his free hand against the back of your head to force your face in deeper, still fingering you violently until you cum once again.

#i need to suck the sweat out of his chest hair #gothghostiie #ask ghostiie #scent kink #musk kink #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #price #john price #cod price #price cod #captain john price #price x reader #john price x reader

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tac-the-unseen · 2 days

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How COD characters react to you admitting you've faked an Orgasm

Angst with minor fluff

Note: There are many reasons someone might fake an orgasm. Someone could not be in the mood anymore, feel uncomfortable in the environment, get tired, and several other reasons. That is what this fic is about, not about 'weak dick game'

Ghost:

•When you dropped that bomb on him he froze. He didn't move, speak, or even blink. He just sat there, staring at you. His mind is racing. He always felt like a Shitty partner and he feels like this proves it.

•Once he found his ability to move he only took a breath. Then after a few seconds took your hand and looked into your eyes. You try to explain your reasoning but he still felt like shit.

•Finally he mutters softly "Why didn't you tell me?" He genuinely feels heart broken that he left you unsatisfied and you didn't voice it to him sooner.

•He sits down and has a long discussion about the why and how. He wants to know how to be a better partner and to make sure you're always comfortable telling him if you need more from him.

Soap:

•He thinks you're joking at first. He makes comments like "yeah right, totally." But once he finds out you're telling him the truth he freaks out.

•He grabs you and and almost crys. He feels like a bad partner and tries to come up with ideas on how to make sure you're alway satisfied with him.

•Sex becomes very different. He's constantly changing positions and asking if he's doing this right. Everytime you two get intimate he seems nervous and tries to solely focus on you.

Price:

•Stunned by the news. He stamers and look embarrassed. He stares at you like you grew wings and flew away. You can tell he's trying to keep his cool but it's not working.

•He buys you multiple gifts ranging from flowers to vibrators. While he does this you notice sex becoming less frequent and when you do have sex he seems less in it.

•When you ask about it he finally breaks down and cries. He says he feels like he can't satisfy you anymore. "What kind of boyfriend/fiance/Husband am I if you have to fake it just so you don't make me feel bad!?" After a talk he kinda gets over it but he doesn't like talking about it.

Alejandro:

•He also thinks your joking at first, but after you tell him you're not lying he stares at you. He starts to curse in both English and Spanish and gets upset. He throws a plate at the wall before slumping on the kitchen counter.

•"Why did you wait to tell me, mi amor!?" He says while not looking at you. When you explain he's quiet. After a while he asks how to make it up to you.

•You bet your ass he's going to pamper and worship you in anyway you please. Makes you promise to tell him and never fake an orgasm again.

Roach:

•He immediately hugged you and nuzzled into your neck. He let's you explain why you faked it and understands that it wasn't his fault. He thanks you for telling him and keeps close to you for the rest of the day.

•The next time you guys had sex he made sure you came several time. He has a little bit of doubt when it comes to his performance but over all just happy you told his so you could work it out together.

Gaz:

•Freezes up and after a minute he's leaves the room to be by himself for a while. He goes over every Sexual encounter he's had with you to try and figure out the when and why.

•Once he thinks he's got it he comes back to talk to you. He wants to know how to make sure you're satisfied. He seems to move on pretty quickly. But everytime you have sex he confirms with you that you at least orgasmed once.

König:

•He stares at you in shock like a deer in headlights before running aways. He hides in his room and has a anxiety attack. He feels like a horrible partner. All that runs through his head is the idea that you're going to leave him for someone that always satisfys you. It shatters his heart to know that he, at some point, neglected your needs.

•Once he calms down a bit he finds you and begs you to let him make it up. "I'll do anything, Schatz! Please I can be better!" You try and comfort him be he won't stop until you tell him what you want and/or need. It doesn't even have to be sexual related, just something to ease his mind.

Rudy:

•Is in denial. He doesn't want to hear it but you notice he takes more time to focus on your pleasure. Or at least, more than before.

•It secretly eats at him for weeks. This has never happened to him before. Then he starts to spiral. What if this wasn't the first time, just the first time someone's told him about it...he dies inside just a little.

Mace:

•He takes a second to soak in that information then he holds you tightly. He kisses you jaw and calmly asks if he can make up for those unsatisfactory nights.

•If/when you agree he gives you the best head of your life. He stays down there for what seems like hours. He checks in on you and apologizes every once in a while.

•After words once you two are ready you guys talk about proper ways you satisfy you and make sure you feel loved.

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hihhasotherfixations · 2 days

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I’m thinking about dragon hybrid Price as a dad to little dragon hybrid you.

This is more headcanon style than my usual and a little bit all over the place but I had to get it out because yes >:3

CW: none

Word Count: 1020

Price had always lived a solitary life. Dragon hybrids were relatively rare, and he didn’t exactly go out of his way to find a partner.

Purely by happenstance, he came across another. And almost out of obligation as well as it being mating season, they started a relationship. She quickly fell pregnant, but despite it all, it wasn’t meant to last.

Due to the more solitary nature of dragons, your mother left after you were born. Price didn’t blame her, the two hadn’t been incredibly close after all, only having gotten together during the mating season but not having an amazing connection beyond that. He was grateful she at least communicated her plan in advance so that he could prepare.

But when you were born, oh my. You were everything.

He took you home from the hospital alone, yet before he’d even gotten out of his car and into the house, he knew that a bond had formed that he could never sever.

Dragons were vain and prideful by nature. And for Price? His pride and vanity all poured into you. You were his. His creation, his child. He’d do anything for you, to keep you safe. And if necessary? He would protect you with the world as a shield.

The baby years are tough. Growing horns, wings and fangs is not pleasant. It can hurt and because of it, there are a lot of nights where you’re inconsolable, just crying in his arms as he tries to soothe you.

His wings folding around you seem to work best, creating a sort of cavern-like bubble where his warmth and heartbeat are the main sensations.

But even with that, the growing pains are sometimes too much and the poor captain had to lose sanity in favour of consoling you, rubbing ointment on your horns and massaging your tail and wings the best he could.

Yet the first time he sees your little tail wag when he walks into the baby room to feed you after waking you, all the sleepless nights are worth it.

You were starting to develop into a true dragon.

You stand in your box, holding onto the railing and bouncing excitedly on your feet. Your little horns poking through your unruly mop of hair while your wings are folded on your back.

“Hello, little lizard.” Price smiles, walking over to you. Immediately, you stick up your arms and he takes the hint, grabbing you under your armpits and lifting you up.

Holding you in his arms, he can feel you wiggle, trying to wag your tail - but you can’t.

Because now that your wings have finally started developing in earnest, he has needed to put preventative measures.

Where before your wings were papery and flexible, your tail stumpy and short, now both were getting some volume, the bones in them growing and lengthening - solidifying. And because of it, sleeping becomes dangerous.

In the past, many dragonlings have broken wings or tails by rolling around in their sleep, getting the limbs stuck under themselves and twisting too far.

Because of it, the wing-tail guard was invented. Used to pin said appendages against your body and cushioning them - allowing you to roll to your heart’s content while sleeping.

And now here you sat on his arm, the soft, black coloured cushioning moulded perfectly to fit your wings strapped to your back, your tail stuck between your legs, unable to wiggle or wag it.

“Come on, darling.” Price grinned, setting you down on the changing table and untying the straps, freeing your wings and tail back up.

And when your wings shift and move a little after he takes it off, oh how his heart jumps in excitement.

He’s been so eager, waiting for the day you finally open your wings for the first time.

For most dragonlings it happens around 1,5-2 years old. So you were right around that age.

He tries to encourage you by showing off his own wings. Anytime he has you on his lap, he spreads them wide, and you never fail to be completely mesmerised by it.

Seeing it, he tries to let you know you have your own, to encourage you to use them. He runs his hand down the muscles and bones of your wings, petting them down, getting you used to it by massaging the flesh and muscles, loosening them up.

It takes a lot of coaxing and weeks since you first tried, but finally, you manage to open up your wings and spread them.

And Price couldn’t be more proud.

Your wings are a carbon copy of his, except just a slight shade darker. And he knows that with a lot of training and upkeep, you’ll be just as strong a flier as he is.

Speaking of. Now that you’ve opened your wings for the first time? He can finally take you on your first flight.

Strapped to his chest with a harness, he gently stretches your wings out. It looks a little awkward, to have you dangling from his chest with your wings pancaked between your back and his front, but it’s important to get you used to flying, to using your wings.

The glee and pure joy that radiates off of you when you’re soaring in the clouds is unprecedented. You’re not scared, nervous or hesitant as he feared you might be, no. Instead, you’re kicking your feet, and screeching in delight. You keep tilting your head back to look at your dad and Price grins down at you, uncaring that your horns are stabbing into his sternum as his powerful wings flap, carrying the both of you through the sky.

The 141 know everything about you. Price can’t help himself. As stated before, dragons are proud creatures, and you are his pride.

He cannot help but share with the other most important people in his life.

And oh how they adore you too.

All in all, you are Price’s greatest treasure, and he can’t wait to see you grow up into your own, powerful dragon.

I would love to write more for this. If you want something elaborated or have your own idea and wanna see it written, please drop it in my ask box to give me an excuse to do so! ^^

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Stupid British Man (John Price x f!Reader)

This is fairly unfinished and an unedited product of my fixation on these stupid military man and every hurt/comfort scenario you can think of but nonetheless enjoy!

PS:- I would really really REALLY love some COD requests since thats where the inspiration for writing is flourishing soooooo yeah please send stuff in thank you<3

Johnathan Price is a military man...

Actually and more importantly he is a captain in the military....

A captain in the military needs to be many things and have many qualities.

One of which and arguably the most important being to remain strong and stable in the face of adversity. To be anchored and calm in the face of uncertainty and to always know whats happening around him. Especially when faced with a situation that was unprecedented and called for logic and rationality...

Its a trait John was not only confident he had but he prided himself on (given he was the captain of three complete muppets at times). Yet as he stands there in his flannel pyjamas, his dick still damp and honestly semi-hard from the pounding he gave you not five minutes ago, a warm washcloth in his hands and a bottle of water in the other, John has never been more flabbergasted in his life as he watches you cutely jump to get your leggings up and over your waist.

You had already clasped your bra on and were now pulling over your old university shirt over your head. A shirt that up until now John loved, however, given that he just had sex with you after a two month deployment he rather see you in his clothing or nothing at all therefore, the ratty piece of cloth was offending to say the least. Even more so given that not only had you two had amazing rough sex but because neither one had gotten a lick of aftercare and it was making the man antsy. No, instead of waiting for him in bed, you were hunting through your duffle for what John could not be bothered to find out. He was sure nothing was important enough for you to be out of the sheets before he had a chance to clean you up and so with as much calm as he can mutter he says,

"What on fuckin' earth are you doing?

The heavy, accented voice of the captain makes you jump as you straighten up not having heard him come in. You whirl around to face the man you have been infatuated with since your first meeting. The same man who fulfilled so many of your fantasies over the last few hours and is now standing in the doorway of his room with a flabbergasted look about his rugged face. The tears you had been doing a good job of suppressing so far immediately reappearing through you were adamant in not letting them fall... God forbid you be known on base as the girl who cries after sex. Instead you gave him a smile before turning away as you began to wrangle your hair into a ponytail and replying,

"What do you mean what am I doing John?"

John could only splutter at your nonchalant response his brain having completely short circuited... clearly something is lost in translation.

You only shrugged at his shock before continuing to get your spread out things together into your small bag, trying your best to curb the small pathetic whimper that was bound to leave your lips if you spent anymore time in this mans room surrounded by so much of him. Instead in the heavy silence of the room you mull over the events of what got you in his bed in the first place...

You and john met 8 months ago when you were bought onto his military base as a licensed psychologist specialising is psychotherapy for young adults. Your main job was to work with the younger recruits, which included the ones trained by John's own men. John can still recall the first time he saw you as you came barrelling in through his door, angry voice bouncing off the walls of his office. You were a small thing barely reaching the bottom of the mans chest with long hair and high cheekbones. You were dressed in these leggings that flared at the bottom and drove John insane with a striped sweater on top, your soft curves visible through the knitted material.

You were the most tender thing he had seen on base and despite all this softness, you squared off against the military captain demanding to speak to his lieutenant and give the man a piece of your mind for traumatising your recruits more than any battlefield could. John had never been rash a day in his life and yet he had promised himself he would make everything and anything to do with you a personal matter. You on the other hand had not perceived the butterflies the older brit gave you until the next day when he had coming knocking on your door. Dressed in a tight shirt and his camo pants, he was every girls dream. It didn't help the butterflies in your stomach when he looked down at you with soft eyes while properly introduced himself. He then lead you to the rec room of his task force where his lieutenant was sitting and brooding.

Thus began eight long months... months of teasing glances exchanged across busy meeting rooms that made him grin and you blush. Soft touches shared either against the back of your hand when you stood side by side or across your cheek as he tucked your hair back. Eight long months of late night talks where he would seek you out, wherever you are, with a drink of your choice in his hand and an endeared look about him as he let you jabber about how you miss baking and he told you about his parents. Eight months spent with your heart in your mouth as you watched him leave with his team, a desperate pray for his safety on your lips as he held you against him the night before, limbs tangled together innocently yet intimately. Eight months of yearning that would only grow stronger every time he came back, his eyes finding you in a sea of military personnel and lighting you on fire each time.

And despite all this wanting, two months ago, the night before he was sent out for the longest mission yet, you overheard him with Ghost in the rec room. The box of cupcakes you smuggled into the base held tightly as the tall rough captain unknowingly broke your heart,

"You say professional sir but everyon' sees the way you look at 'er... the little medic..."

"Don't know what you're talkin' about Simon..." Price chuckles and you assume Ghost gives him a look as John continues,

"Hell even if I wanted to and I am no' saying I do, I cant do anything about it can I?... she's a kid AND she's military personnel"

"Then the late nights in your office are what... just meetings to go over paperwork yeah? Just a little overtime is that it?"

"Come on gotta pass the time between deployments somehow"

Thats all you had the stomach to hear though had you stuck around you would have heard the captain confess his love. Instead you made your way to his office where you left the box of baked goods on his table and fled to your room. You spent the night muffling your tears as you came to terms with what you were to John versus what John is to you... The following morning, as you waved some of your recruits bye, your eyes met John's hurt ones, his gaze heavy with questions about where you were last night but you looked away.

Unbeknownst to John his worst worry was coming true when the two months of his deployment gave you enough time to misunderstand your importance to him. That while John was the sun to you, you were a small star in a distant galaxy that had no hope of being anything more than that... And yet you knew you would take anything he gave you no matter how much it would hurt.

Which is why when he knocked on your room door in the middle of the night, his hair still wet from the shower he had barely managed to squeeze in, eyes tired, lost, and desperate you didn't hesitate. You didn't hesitate when his arms went around your waist drawing you into his chest, head pressed into the crook of your neck as you pressed him into you. You didn't resist or clue him on the turbulence in your head when he pulled away although barely. His hands moving from gripping the back of your shirt to your waist, grip tight as he hefted you into the air forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. Any shock on your part absorbed by his mouth as his lips found yours, your hands coming to hold his face. The kiss was desperate, it was messy. A clash of tongue and teeth as he quickly took control. You hadn't stopped to think or really breath, instead letting John fill the crevices of your mind as he carried you through the empty hallways of the barracks. Somewhere in the back of your head you wondered how no one spotted you but you were quickly distracted by his hand on your ass which kept you pressed up against him. The other on the back of your neck never letting you pulling away long enough and following your mouth as you did so. You never stopped to spill the pent up hurt that had festered unknown to the man as you whimpered into his mouth when his fingers found just the right spot, his mummered praises only getting you to your finish faster...

Your little trip down memory lane as you stuffed another shirt of your into your bag gave John time to take deep breath as he placed the washcloth and bottle on his nightstand. His shock was now being replaced by a desire to fix the situation.

Another aspect of being a captain was observing people, learning to read the little things about how people behaved and now that the shock had worn off that's what John set about doing. He watched the tension in your back gather as you stuffed your things into your bag... mementos left over from other nights that John treasured. Things that he would be pulling out of the bag as soon as he had things sorted. He watched with narrowed eyes as your face got redder, the desperation with which you were trying to hold yourself together scaring him...

Something was wrong and he had been so consumed by his need to see you, to feel you, to know that you were alright that he didn't stop to consider how things had been left off... To remember that you never came to his room the night before he left and that you didn't look at him at the drop zone. John realised then that whatever had upset you that night had 2 months to fester in your mind and that he couldn't let you leave in any capacity before everything was laid out.

He shuffled his way over to your figure as you rummaged for you ID card in your bag needing it in order to get back to your room. His large hands slid into place on either side of your waist. You jolted at the sensation registering that his hands are warm while straightening up. John didn't let your tensing stop him as he gently turned you around his grip turning a little forceful when you tried to resist but you gave in. Your splotchy cheeks and bitten lips are what greet him and he can't help himself when he presses his lips against your forehead, muttering into your skin as he does so,

"Sweetheart... whats going on?" "What do you mean John?" "I mean whats going on... whats got you packin' up your bag hmmm? Can't imagine you've got an important meetin' this time of the night have you? We also hadn't really finished had we?"

Johns doing his best to catch your eye as he talks but its futile when you keep your gaze steady on his chest.

"You wanted to go again?"

John balks at that response. Is that really why you think he wants you to stay? Is that really what you think of him?

"What? No no darlin' I mean you were up before I gotta chance to clean you up... I don't know about the men you've been with before sweet girl but a gentleman cleans up his lady... and of course a cuddle"

He pouts through the last part though you don't look up to see it. Your eyes remain trained on his muscular neck and John does his best to remain patient.

"Oh... oh you don't have to John... I'm alright I can just go..."

John groans lowly in frustration at you not getting his point, his grip subconsciously tightening as if you would run off the minute he let go.

"Fuckin' hell, okay sweetheart lets try this another way. Why do you think you have to go anywhere huh? I though' we could lay down and have a cuddle... even took the day off tomorrow to spen' it with you yeah? Want to know what you've been up to? Maybe step of the base and take you out for a proper meal?"

With each word out his mouth your confusion and hurt climb reaching a crescendo until your ears are ringing and you need to get away from this sweet talking brit before you crumble. However, Johns a stubborn man particularly when he sets his mind to something so no amount of squirming on your end makes him let you go as you begin to blabber each source of pain out in the open,

"Let me go, let me go, let me go John... You're so mean you know that? So so so mean... You come into my life all soft and sweet and gentle with me calling me pretty things and making me care about you when I was so happy in my own bubble but still I care and then I find out its only for me to be something you pass time with nothing more and then you come back and I love you so much that ill take anything I can get from you even if its one night and then you have the audacity to stand there and be all sweet and caring when you and I both know that this will never be anything more and you know what maybe I am a child because this is too much–"

Your ranting is cut off by John who is now forcing you to look at him, one hand forcefully turning your head to his as your fists continue to push at him but to no avail,

"Whoa whoa okay look at me... look at me sweet girl... not letting you go until I ge' your eyes on me yeah? okay yes good girl now what do you mean something to pass time with? What got that daft idea into your head or that this would be a one night thing? Talk to me yeah"

John's barely finished before the words escape you in a breathless sob

“You, you stupid British man!”

Okay I was too excited to post it so here but if the reception to it is you know good ill post the second bit which is already written 👀

As always please reblog yes? yes okaieee byee

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atarathegreat · 1 day

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One Angry Daddy. Cpt. Price.

It had been a horrible day for the captain. Hours of meetings, courts, more meetings, reinstatement, and now Laswell was breathing down his neck for him to finish reports from the whole ordeal with Graves and the incident of Soap maybe (because Price refused to admit that his sergeant was responsible for the Shadows' death) killing him. A whole stack of papers was slapped onto his desk, a small note from Laswell breaching the line from apology to useless words.

Price threw his hat to the ground, cursing as he started in on the signing. He was getting sick and tired of his name as he watched his fingers carefully swoop the J's and dot the I's. John Price, John Price, John Price. Was his name even real words anymore? They sounded like the way Soap spoke to him. Pishin' it doon? The fuck was that muppet talking about?

A soft, almost silent knock came through the door to his office. Why didn't he remember going from office to his apartment on base?

"Darling?" He called, hoping to catch you before you opened the door, "Please, don't-"

You had already opened the door, your sweet smiling face bringing his mood up only a little. "Darling, as much as I love seeing your beautiful face, I'm not in the mood." Price sighed and tried to return to his work. Shamefully, he wanted you in the room, but knew that his temper wouldn't let him enjoy that. Case and point when you stepped closer, and he snapped. Had he been that close to breaking this whole time? "Would you get the fuck out?!" Price yelled; his cigar box, untouched the whole day, could probably be a factor.

The most crucial thing that John forgot to remember was your little space. When he got angry, he'd slowly picked up on, it triggered your change. Maybe you'd been ignored by your father or grew up in an abusive home, John didn't pry, and he did enjoy the way you submitted to him.

"Daddies angry?" The slip was always seamless for you, one moment you could be in a normal conversation and the next you'd be suckling his cock and whimpering as if he were a dummy in a baby's mouth. John felt bad for causing the change, though he knew it would be just as simple to break you out of it. "Yes, darling, Daddy is angry. He's had a rough day." John let you creep closer. It wasn't your fault, if anything you had helped more than you knew, and he couldn't stand taking it out on you. "Come, darling, help Daddy?" He smiled tensely, holding out a big hand for you to take.

Your jeans shifted a little as you squatted to get on your knees, that wonderful smile still in place as John pushed his pants under his balls, shoving his member higher despite its softness. You cooed and kissed at his balls, shaft, and head, slight giggles slipping free as you felt him twitch beneath your lips. "Good little darling, good..." John gently grabbed your hair and held it to the side, his hand being a makeshift ponytail holder, "It's been a stressful day, darling, do your best."

Whether it was a challenge or not, you took it as one. Soft fingers stroked his length, your tongue lapping at his tip until he hardened almost painfully in your hands. "Daddy, I'm thirsty." You giggled, sucking his tip between your lips.

"I'll give you something to drink, sweetheart." Price's head fell back against his chair, his hand resting on the back of your neck, "You can have all of it, yeah?"

There was always a refusal to take him out of your mouth, enjoying the gummy feel of his cock head on the roof of your mouth as he groaned out in that scratchy, deep tone of his. The only response he earned was you sucking more firmly. The silence wasn't something that Price minded, it was obvious that you were into making his stress disappear and he was thankful.

"There you go, darling, perfect." Price moaned and scratched his fingers on the back of your head, "Perfect, my perfect baby."

It was never as simple as just giving Price head (even if it was the best head he'd ever got in his life), he wanted to be buried in your throat. And you let him. You moved with him as he pulled your head lower onto his cock, his soft groans falling out as he touched your nose to his pelvis, "Right there, darling." You tightened the muscles in your throat, holding him tighter as he fucked gently into your esophagus. "Fuck, baby, you know just what I need." Price kept himself slow, even as he neared his release. "Remember, sweetheart, big swallows." Price cupped your cheeks, fucking your lips carefully as he came, "Big swallows, carefully...Pace yourself..."

When he let go of you, his cum all swallowed and you whimpering for air, Price smiled. "Still thirsty?" He chuckled as you showed him your tongue to prove that you drank it all. "Do you need me to be?" You were so sweet, always putting him before you.

Price shifted his pants lower, "Strip, Darling, sit in Daddies lap."

Because as heavenly as your lips were, he loved being nestled in your hole, and he wouldn't stop until him and his pretty baby were satisfied.

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lisenberry · 3 days

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Thoughts on a dominant female reader? Where she can make all of 141 into putty and beg for her on their knees?

Yes! I think they all could be reduced to a puddle with the right encouragement.

(Sorry this took so long! I promise I didn't forget about you! 💕)

CW: smut, and acts of service

Maybe it starts slow, with softdom, nonsexual cues to get them wrapped around your finger, and carries into the bedroom before they even see it coming.

Price does all of your laundry along with his. Returns it sorted and folded perfectly, smelling fresh. Has your coffee ready for you in the morning. Lets you tie him to the headboard and slowly trail lapping kisses and bites from his neck, to his hips. He's whimpering and leaking before you even start to use his cock. "Ask nicely, Captain."

Soap has your bath waiting for you at night, at the perfect temperature, and washes your hair. Rubs you with lotion after drying you off. He sits like a puppy by the bed, whining and yapping and begging for the chance to eat you out. "Have you been a good boy, Johnny?"

All Gaz needs is a look on the couch, and he's pulling your feet onto his lap to massage the tension from your arches. Up your ankles and to your calves and thighs. He chats too much sometimes and you have to keep him on task. Reminding him of your needs, you open your legs wider. "Shut up, and make me come, Kyle."

Ghost was tougher to crack. You had to be extra soft to get him to carry your gear bag. Before long, he doesn't even realize he's following you around like a guard dog, opening doors and picking things up that you drop. You don't tie him up, you want his hands free to do exactly what you tell him to. He's still a brat, every now and then. "Don't make me put you over me knee, Lieutenant."

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ihadlife · 1 day

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expanding on this post with service animal irish wolfhound hybrid!reader and poly task force 141

tags: 18+, dubcon (because of reader being a hybrid), poly relationship, fem!reader, hybrid!reader, a/b/o elements mentioned, tall reader, unprotected sex, gay sex, anal sex, degradation kink, dom/sub, rough sex, somewhat of a threesome, voyerism, exhibition kink

thinking about how you get more and more comfortable with the entire group and their dynamic, learning how to fit into their life properly and making a place for yourself there. mastering how to calm each one of them when they come back from dangerous missions that maybe didn't go so well. picking up on what they like and what they don't, adjusting to their needs. learning to be bolder. needier.

and the boys always do what you want, meet your needs. well, maybe not always but most of the time. they're so attentive during your first heat, at your beck and call and doing everything to satisfy you. you think this is what ultimately gets you all closer to each other, the men finally being fully comfortable around you and not holding back.

it surprises you when you walk into soap's room without knocking – a bad habit of yours – and catch him getting fucked by ghost. the ghost who wouldn't even touch you properly. you're stuck in the door, unsure what to do when ghost nearly barks at you.

either get in or get out.

you wait a moment before deciding and stepping into the room, closing the door behind you and locking it this time. the air is thick with the smell of sweat and sex and... strawberry lube? you stay planted on the spot, just watching the two men. johnny lying on his tummy, his hips angled so ghost can fuck him harder, deeper. soap's panting, gasping for breath and grunting from pleasure; his eyes lidded and nearly closed and you can't tell if he even noticed your presence. ghost is above him, knees firmly planted on each side of soap's thighs, pushing his partner deeper into the mattress and grunting so low it almost sounds like growling.

no touching, pup. just watch.

and of course, you listen. you listen to him even though your puppy cunt is already twitching with the need to be filled as well, your fingers twitching with the need to touch. you only sit in the chair by the small table that's in the room and watch and listen to the sounds. the squeaking of the mattress, the deep grunting from both men, the lewd slapping of skin against skin, the rhythmic thumping of your own tail against the chair.

simon tells johnny to moan your name and he does. he does and it sounds so lovely on his lips, you just want to kiss him and lick into his mouth. but you can't.

you sit there long enough for both of them to cum onto the sheets and each other and it's so erotic it actually makes you whine. simon retrieves a t-shirt from the ground to clean them both up as well as he can and it's then and only then that he tells you you can join them and cuddle with them. the bed's too small to fit all three of you, you have to lie down on top of them to even fit. by this time you're so aroused you whine again and sniff ghost's skin before kissing soap with tongue.

johnny chuckles and mocks you. what a needy puppy. you can't help it when you start humping his thigh gently but simon scolds you immediately. tells you that you need to behave. when you whine in protest he grabs you by the scruff of your neck and brings your face so close to his you can feel his breath on your spit slick lips. he doesn't need to give you any other warning, you're not going to push it. you don't want to make him mad.

after cuddling with them for almost an hour you get up with a single goal in mind. you need to find price, you know he'll make you feel all better. he always does.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 hours

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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?)

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mrsparrasblog · 10 hours

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POLY 141 x pregnant Reader

Ever thought about what it would be like to be pregnant with this gigantic pile of handsome men? Because I've thought about it, and I can go into heavy detail—I will go into heavy detail!

Price: This man has a heavy breeding kink, and no one can convince me otherwise. He was so happy when he found out you were pregnant that he immediately got into heavy Dad mode. "What do you mean?" he asked after you told him he doesn't need to baby-proof the house when you're only in the second month. He attends baby preparation courses with you and overall turns into a super daddy.

Johnny: The second one with a heavy breeding kink is 100% sure he is the father. "It's the MacTavish genes," he says confidently. "We're going to have at least three bairns by the end of the five-year mark." He wouldn't admit it, but he called his mother crying while he told her the news. The MacTavish Family was special, so they all came with big stroller gifts and the urge to overwhelm you with their love. They don't care who the baby's biological father is; in their hearts, you're a MacTavish, exactly like your sweet little bairn.

Kyle: He is really excited. He already loves the baby and is also 100% sure it's his because you two have the most sex out of all of them. He always fights with Johnny about who the father probably is. Kyle is the one who thinks the most about you. He knows how you struggle with the pregnancy and how it isn't easy for you with all the overwhelming baby daddies around you, so he takes his time to care about you. He compliments you more than ever, and if you have a weird craving, he's already ordered it before you even said a word. He is constantly trying to find a baby-safe option of your favorite food. He doesn't drink coffee anymore so you don't mourn alone. Check-up? He is the first to be there, and when the baby was born and everyone looked at it, he went to you. Not because he loves the baby less—it's his world—but because he was so afraid the whole pregnancy of losing his soulmate, the only thing worth fighting for, the only thing that kept him alive.

Ghost: He never wanted kids—at least he thought he didn't—but it made sense with you. He knew you would be the best mother in the world. So why was he so afraid? He thought about how he could hurt the baby all the time with his pure strength or how he would scare the baby or hurt you. For a blissful second, he thought maybe it would be better if he left so you'd be safe from all the shadows of his past. But he was better than his family. He bought lots of parenting books, went to his psychologist regularly, and attended dad meetings, not daddy meetings—a terrible mistake he made. He even bought you a guard dog for the possibility that you and the baby are alone. To his surprise, but not to yours, he was the most gentle and understanding dad there ever was.

Dont ask me why my brain came up with this weird stuff again but Im already thinking about how they react when they found out who the biological father is lol

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