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[phantomlizzy]

omg hello, ur writing is absolutely fuelling my price brain rot and i love it, i love ur interpretation of him!

pleassseee may i request a more f!reader x price, literally anything, im just desperate for more john, im litro kicking my feet n blushin every time i read ur fics

i just wanna give this man the nastiest, sloppiest, most soul-snatching, throat-fucking, toe-curling, crying, sobbing, screaming, grapefruit technique head of his mf LIFE. Also I know you asked for female reader but it sort of just ended up this way I hope you don’t mind but also feel free to request something else I can be more specific with not proof-read CW: semi-public sex?? idk?? (reader gives price a blowjob under the desk) NSFW below! John Price x GN!Reader

The room is thick with tension and stress. A flutter of delicate, white-gray smoke dances from John's lit cigar, tilted against his ashtray yet not stubbed out as it waits for his eager fingers to return. The room smells of it - acrid, disgusting, but it's complimented by the earthy, wooden tones of the books, desk and paper. The lighting is dim, calm, and the curtains are drawn as if to shut everything out, everyone out - yet you're still here, inside, with him.

"What're you playin' at?" John murmurs, not looking up from the mess of paperwork on his desk. You stand behind him, snaking your hands over the firm slope of his neck and stroking down toward his biceps. He's tense, you notice, so you begin working circles into his flesh.

"Nothing," you answer, innocently fluttering your lashes when he glances up to shoot you a warning glance. "Promise."

"I need to get this done. Important stuff, love, really,” he answers dismissively, shrugging your hands away with a huff. He curls over his pen and paper, essentially locking himself away from your affection.

You’re feeling too playful and bored to give in just yet, so you continue your ministrations across the broad expanse of his shoulders. He sighs and visibly relaxes, pausing only once to relish in the sensation before he continues scrawling over the pages.

"I'll play with you later, sweetheart. Settle down," he quips warningly.

You bite back a grin. He's distracted enough that when you slowly ease yourself down onto your knees, he doesn't immediately notice, or if he does, he's willing to entertain you. You crawl into the tight space between the desk and his thighs, and he becomes rigid when your fingers slither over his legs and toward his crotch.

He doesn't stop you. He's intrigued, in fact, and semi-hard, you discover, when you palm mischeivously at the bulge of his erection through the hard constrains of his jeans. He sighs, and his legs spread further open when he slinks back into the chair. He's inviting you in.

You eagerly free his cock from his trousers, and he bucks his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. The hair on his thighs is sparse but wirey as you grab him, steadying yourself as you lean forward to pepper kisses on the head of his precum-slick length.

"Don't tease," Price says, softly.

You can't deny him of this, not when he's worn down, defeated after a rough mission. Not when he's being so gentle, teetering on the verge of desperation when he clears his throat, attempting to stem his moans as you lick a molten, wet stripe from the base of his shaft to the leaking tip. He shudders and you hear the sizzle of his cigar as he drags from it. A free hand reaches down to pet your hair. You'd die to see what he looked like, but you're met only with the underside of the desk tabletop when you glance upwards, but he seems to have quickly forgotten his paperwork by the way he lounges, leisurely holding the crown of your head as you glide your mouth up and down over his spit-silky length.

A knock on the otherside of his door. His hips flex against you as he sits upright, urging you to stop, but you push him back down with a firm shove and take him entirely in your mouth. He's trapped. You know it. He knows it. You love it.

"Come in," John states, voice strained.

"Sir," you hear Soap say, and the door clicks shut behind him.

Oh god, you're absolutely thrilled by the situation you've managed to get yourself into. Your body burns with arousal, accompanied and ignited by a heartbeat which had found home in the depths of your pelvis. Your nose nuzzles against the curl of his pubic hair as you take him as far as you can manage, licking the slit of his dick with each descent of your mouth. It's salty.

"Can I help you, Seargeant? As you can see I'm a little busy here, mate," Price states, his voice hitching when the head of his cock bumps against the warm, wet touch of the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks around him, and feel his thighs jerk in response.

"You organised a meeting to go over the reports, Captain," Soap says, and you don't miss the hint of confusion in his tone. "Everythin' alright, Sir? I can come back if it's a bad time."

Price shuffles in his chair. He doesn't mean to do it, but he practically rams himself further into your mouth. You try not to gag and your eyes fill with water in response to your suppression.

"Yes, Searg," Price denies, his voice as sharp as a whip crack. "Just give me five minutes to finish this up, mate."

"Sure," Soap answers curtly, and you can only imagine the look on his face by the sound of his tone, drenched in uncertainty.

John remains tense until the door shuts. He gives you no warning before he begins thrusting mercilessly up into your mouth, and you flatten your tongue and relax your throat to accomdate to the assault of his hips. The chair creaks under the force of his movements, and the sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth are wet, sloppy and crude, but his seething, teeth-clenching grunts and moans are so rewarding that you bare it. Your fingers rake against the skin of his thighs in an effort to steady yourself, and you feel that he is now damp with sweat.

Price is soon cumming on your tongue, and you lap up his spend with vigour. He's panting, grumbling curses, and collapsed into his chair. He grabs your wrist and pulls you out from under the desk, his hands more affectionatly cupping at your face as he pulls you in for a kiss, shamelessly tasting himself on your lips.

"You're in trouble for that," he says, but you can feel his lips tugging into a smile against your mouth. He peppers you with kisses as he tugs his jeans up and gathers his composure. "Just you wait until later, pet. Now go on, scram."

He swats your ass as he leads you toward the door and opens it for you. You offer an innocent smile on your way out, and don't drop your smirk as you blink over at Soap, who waits, completely unbeknownst to what had gone on in the Captains office.

"Hey, Soap," you say sweetly.

Johnny blinks, as if processing your presence. He definitely didn't see you enter the office and he didn't see you in there when he popped by.

"Hey..." he answers, brow furrowing.

His eyes follow you curiously as the Captain stands unimpressed at his office door. Soap doesn't miss how you dab at the corner of your mouth, or run your hands over your mussed hair. He opens his mouth to make a comment, but catches himself when he notices his superiours hard, lingering stare.

That'll be a conversation for another time, then.

[phantomlizzy]

COWBOYBXTCH MASTERLIST

REQUEST RULES - REQUEST RULES

Unless specified in the links as otherwise, all my works listed are from an 18+ AFAB reader perspective.

Headcanons

Team 141 & Alejandro reacting to you struggling to walk after a spicy night (NSFW)

Graves as a sappy lover

Captain Price x Jealous!Reader (NSFW)

Being compromised by Price & Soap (NSFW)

Captain Price x Pregnant!Reader (NSFW)

Price, Ghost & Soap x Fatally Injured Reader

141 & Alejandro arguing and reconciling with you (NSFW)

Using Safewords with Ghost & Soap (NSFW)

How Ghost & Price flirt with you

How Alejandro & Soap flirt with you

Arguing with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

SFW and NSFW HC's of Alejandro falling in love with you (NSFW)

Being captured, and then saved by Ghost, Soap and Price

141 & Alejandro reacting to you squirt (NSFW)

Using 141's codenames during sex (NSFW)

141 and Alejandro carrying you home when you're drunk

Riding 141 in the car (NSFW)

What 141 would be like smoking weed (NSFW)

69'ing with 141 (NSFW)

141 Boys and their noise levels in the bedroom (NSFW)

Alphabet

Captain Price SFW Alphabet

Captain Price NSFW Alphabet

Alejandro Vargas SFW Alphabet

Kyle Garrick NSFW Alphabet

One Shots/Drabbles

Ghost x F!Reader, but you're in charge (NSFW)

Angsty Graves pining for you after your breakup

Jealous!Captain Price x Reader (NSFW)

Ghost x Sick!Reader

Gaz and reader smoke weed together (NSFW)

Giving Price head under his office desk (NSFW)

Making out with Gaz (NSFW)

Gaz eating you out (NSFW)

Price helping reader struggling with a flashback

Kiss Prompts

Gaz x GN!Reader, kiss 39: last kiss before dying

Gaz x GN!Reader, kiss 13: morning kiss

Gaz x GN!Reader, kiss 3: forehead kisses

[phantomlizzy]

omg hello, ur writing is absolutely fuelling my price brain rot and i love it, i love ur interpretation of him!

pleassseee may i request a more f!reader x price, literally anything, im just desperate for more john, im litro kicking my feet n blushin every time i read ur fics

i just wanna give this man the nastiest, sloppiest, most soul-snatching, throat-fucking, toe-curling, crying, sobbing, screaming, grapefruit technique head of his mf LIFE. Also I know you asked for female reader but it sort of just ended up this way I hope you don’t mind but also feel free to request something else I can be more specific with not proof-read CW: semi-public sex?? idk?? (reader gives price a blowjob under the desk) NSFW below! John Price x GN!Reader

The room is thick with tension and stress. A flutter of delicate, white-gray smoke dances from John's lit cigar, tilted against his ashtray yet not stubbed out as it waits for his eager fingers to return. The room smells of it - acrid, disgusting, but it's complimented by the earthy, wooden tones of the books, desk and paper. The lighting is dim, calm, and the curtains are drawn as if to shut everything out, everyone out - yet you're still here, inside, with him.

"What're you playin' at?" John murmurs, not looking up from the mess of paperwork on his desk. You stand behind him, snaking your hands over the firm slope of his neck and stroking down toward his biceps. He's tense, you notice, so you begin working circles into his flesh.

"Nothing," you answer, innocently fluttering your lashes when he glances up to shoot you a warning glance. "Promise."

"I need to get this done. Important stuff, love, really,” he answers dismissively, shrugging your hands away with a huff. He curls over his pen and paper, essentially locking himself away from your affection.

You’re feeling too playful and bored to give in just yet, so you continue your ministrations across the broad expanse of his shoulders. He sighs and visibly relaxes, pausing only once to relish in the sensation before he continues scrawling over the pages.

"I'll play with you later, sweetheart. Settle down," he quips warningly.

You bite back a grin. He's distracted enough that when you slowly ease yourself down onto your knees, he doesn't immediately notice, or if he does, he's willing to entertain you. You crawl into the tight space between the desk and his thighs, and he becomes rigid when your fingers slither over his legs and toward his crotch.

He doesn't stop you. He's intrigued, in fact, and semi-hard, you discover, when you palm mischeivously at the bulge of his erection through the hard constrains of his jeans. He sighs, and his legs spread further open when he slinks back into the chair. He's inviting you in.

You eagerly free his cock from his trousers, and he bucks his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. The hair on his thighs is sparse but wirey as you grab him, steadying yourself as you lean forward to pepper kisses on the head of his precum-slick length.

"Don't tease," Price says, softly.

You can't deny him of this, not when he's worn down, defeated after a rough mission. Not when he's being so gentle, teetering on the verge of desperation when he clears his throat, attempting to stem his moans as you lick a molten, wet stripe from the base of his shaft to the leaking tip. He shudders and you hear the sizzle of his cigar as he drags from it. A free hand reaches down to pet your hair. You'd die to see what he looked like, but you're met only with the underside of the desk tabletop when you glance upwards, but he seems to have quickly forgotten his paperwork by the way he lounges, leisurely holding the crown of your head as you glide your mouth up and down over his spit-silky length.

A knock on the otherside of his door. His hips flex against you as he sits upright, urging you to stop, but you push him back down with a firm shove and take him entirely in your mouth. He's trapped. You know it. He knows it. You love it.

"Come in," John states, voice strained.

"Sir," you hear Soap say, and the door clicks shut behind him.

Oh god, you're absolutely thrilled by the situation you've managed to get yourself into. Your body burns with arousal, accompanied and ignited by a heartbeat which had found home in the depths of your pelvis. Your nose nuzzles against the curl of his pubic hair as you take him as far as you can manage, licking the slit of his dick with each descent of your mouth. It's salty.

"Can I help you, Seargeant? As you can see I'm a little busy here, mate," Price states, his voice hitching when the head of his cock bumps against the warm, wet touch of the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks around him, and feel his thighs jerk in response.

"You organised a meeting to go over the reports, Captain," Soap says, and you don't miss the hint of confusion in his tone. "Everythin' alright, Sir? I can come back if it's a bad time."

Price shuffles in his chair. He doesn't mean to do it, but he practically rams himself further into your mouth. You try not to gag and your eyes fill with water in response to your suppression.

"Yes, Searg," Price denies, his voice as sharp as a whip crack. "Just give me five minutes to finish this up, mate."

"Sure," Soap answers curtly, and you can only imagine the look on his face by the sound of his tone, drenched in uncertainty.

John remains tense until the door shuts. He gives you no warning before he begins thrusting mercilessly up into your mouth, and you flatten your tongue and relax your throat to accomdate to the assault of his hips. The chair creaks under the force of his movements, and the sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth are wet, sloppy and crude, but his seething, teeth-clenching grunts and moans are so rewarding that you bare it. Your fingers rake against the skin of his thighs in an effort to steady yourself, and you feel that he is now damp with sweat.

Price is soon cumming on your tongue, and you lap up his spend with vigour. He's panting, grumbling curses, and collapsed into his chair. He grabs your wrist and pulls you out from under the desk, his hands more affectionatly cupping at your face as he pulls you in for a kiss, shamelessly tasting himself on your lips.

"You're in trouble for that," he says, but you can feel his lips tugging into a smile against your mouth. He peppers you with kisses as he tugs his jeans up and gathers his composure. "Just you wait until later, pet. Now go on, scram."

He swats your ass as he leads you toward the door and opens it for you. You offer an innocent smile on your way out, and don't drop your smirk as you blink over at Soap, who waits, completely unbeknownst to what had gone on in the Captains office.

"Hey, Soap," you say sweetly.

Johnny blinks, as if processing your presence. He definitely didn't see you enter the office and he didn't see you in there when he popped by.

"Hey..." he answers, brow furrowing.

His eyes follow you curiously as the Captain stands unimpressed at his office door. Soap doesn't miss how you dab at the corner of your mouth, or run your hands over your mussed hair. He opens his mouth to make a comment, but catches himself when he notices his superiours hard, lingering stare.

That'll be a conversation for another time, then.

[phantomlizzy]

The 141 + Graves as nsfw audios

Warnings: Fem!Listener, wet noises, male whimpering, male moans, dirty talking, calling themselves daddy, use of whore, slut, etc. USE EARPHONES FFS.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

— You are giving Simon the silence treatment in one if his bad days, now it's time to pay for it. - by u/ProfessorCal

— (Desperated) Ghost needs your touch. - by u/Badjhur

— Camping with the 141 and sneaking into Ghost's tent. - by u/AugustlnTheWinter

John 'Soap' MacTavish:

— Soap hate being called daddy... OR DOES HE?? - by u/AugustinTheWinter

— Taming brat!Soap in an interrogation - u/aasimaraudio

— You convince Soap to go to your parents house for Christmas, now he's feeling naughty. - u/owenscumnival

König:

(if you came into my house thinking this will be UwU shy boi 👉👈 König content ding dong you are WRONG)

— A last moment with König before he travel back to work (slightly feral König) - by u/Feem_Al_Frennly

— König is a (big) teaser :) - by u/wagnerfirst

— Sub!König call you ma'am. multiple times. that's all you need to know. - by u/Texan_Guy

John Price:

— John comforts you after a nightmare. - by u/bestkeptsecret

— Camping with the 141 and sharing a tent with the Captain (ft. Soap's snoring) - by u/Badjhur

— Fucking John in the middle of a party, just where you want him. - by u/Badjhur

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

— Gaz would do anything to help you, including sharing some body heat after a mission in the middle of winter. - by u/GreyFuton

— Even after a rough day, Gaz take care of you. - by u/ProfessorCal_

— Watching a sex scene with Gaz. - by u/AugustInTheWinter

Phillip Graves:

— Graves congrats you on your first mission with the Shadow Company. - by u/ProfessorCal_

— You wake up only to find Phillip between your thighs. - by u/alot-of-axolotl

— Phillip wakes up feeling horny. - by u/notwhorosethinks

I would like to thank all the support and excitement I got for this and I hope you horny asses enjoy it! I promise I tried my best to find the most perfect audios for each of our boys :)

Also would like the clarify that the only reason Alejandro and Rudy aren't on the list is because I got absolutely STUCK and impatient to finding audios for Alejandro, although I did find some for Rudy but figured it would be wrong to put Rudy but not Alejandro. You can't just separate the Vaqueros, right??? (and I was thinking about a part 2 of this since I found SO MANY MORE audios of the others 👀)

**I do not own any audio, all the credit go to the creators and you can find all of them on Reddit and go on r/gonewildaudios for more.**

[phantomlizzy]

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[phantomlizzy]

“If I am in fact thick, my god, that’s the dream. Because when I was a kid I was the opposite, I was a streak of piss as you might say. So any thickness, or anyone claiming thickness, I appreciate.” - Andrew Garfield [x]

[phantomlizzy]

revised Fir’aun/Set’s armor again, vv much happier with this one feat. Fir’aun’s brother Kad’aur/Horus (they both really like their Nile puppies)

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Zephyr and Dart concepts ^^ Which of these do you prefer?

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"oh, now you're shy?"

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*September 1st on Tumblr*

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Let him sleep or the princess of Alderaan will GET you (ง •̀_•́)ง

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inspired by this lol

[phantomlizzy]

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I'll just leave it here 👀

[phantomlizzy]

I relate

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