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Hey guys! I know I haven’t posted in a while but I want to get back into fanfic writing! I already have a plot in my mind, it’s going to be a Severus snape and fem oc. It is going to be slightly dark with a lot of twist’s hopefully. It’s set before the events of the Harry Potter series.

Totally not related at all ;) but did anyone else feel disappointed in millers girl? The actors were amazing but the script and the story was lacking..

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Ghost hates this song due to the amount of people that have sent it to him saying it reminded them of him

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In the car, really?

Captain price x f!reader

Wordcount- 0.8k

Warnings: Smut!! Car sex, Public sex, P in V sex, Breeding kink, possessive!Price. Price missed you after a long mission and shows you that in his own special way.

Names used: Honey, Hun, Baby.

After an extended mission, you pick your boyfriend up from the airport. It's the middle of the night and no one else is around. It's raining heavily and you're playing your favourite Lana del Rey song through the Bluetooth speaker.

Prices smile at you as opens the driver-side door, he leans over and presses the release button on your seatbelt before lifting you into his arms and pulling you out of his car while practically squeezing you to death.

“Missed’cha, honey,”

 John states while planting small kisses all over your face, his overgrown mutton chops scratch your face while he does. You make a mental note to tell him to trim them later. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull in him closer

“I missed you too baby!”

The parking lot near the base is empty and dark, the only light coming from the moon and inside your car. You and Price share a long-awaited romantic moment as the raindrops fall around the two. He places his bonnie hat on top of your head as he breaks the kiss. The hat smells of Price; cigars, gunpowder and whiskey with a hint of some expensive cologne.

He smiles as he sits down in the driver's seat “Let's go home,” 

“You’re tired, let me drive,” You say while attempting to stop him from getting in

“No, it's fine really. To be honest darling your driving stresses me out,”

“Aren’t you a charmer,” 

Laughter erupts from the both of you. Price pulls you into his lap as he finally sits down.

“I missed that laugh,” 

He sighs, Price never talks about his missions but you could tell that they affect him. The rain starts hammering on the roof of the car.  

“Let me show you how much I missed you,”

 Price's hands start to explore your entire body. His fingers play with the hem of your skirt as he thrusts his hips only to discover 

“No knickers, huh?” 

“Was meant to be a surprise for later”

“Well I am very surprised baby, but your cunt is soaking my work trousers,”

“We’re going to fuck in the car aren't we?”

“You read my fucking mind, hun!” 

With that, your skirt is flipped over, with your ass out for anyone to see. His fingers grip the flesh as he humps his clothed cock on your wet pussy. You move your hand down his torso past his chiselled abdomen and to the large tent in his trousers. He flinches as soon as your fingertips make contact.

“Fuck, I need you, baby, haven’t fucking touched myself in weeks.”

“I need you too, missed your cock inside me,” 

Price’s zipper gets undone in one quick movement. Your hand quickly pulls his manhood out of his boxers before moving up and down his shaft. He lets out some small groans as his head flings back, hitting the headrest of the seat. The fingers that press into your ass push you back slightly as John aligns his cock with your entrance. He might have pushed you back slightly too fast as your ass makes contact with the centre of the steering wheel causing a loud honking sound to echo throughout the parking lot. A roar of laughter escapes Price’s lips before being shortly followed by your own giggling. His manhood enters you as he pulls you in closer, away from the wheel. A moan exits your lips stopping your chuckling. You bite your lip in an attempt to quieten the noise

“Don’t, I want to hear you” 

He commands using his captain voice. So you let go of your bottom lip because of course, you got to follow his orders. You move your hips up and down, slowly grinding yourself against his cock. One of your hands moves up to secure his bonnie hat on your head while the other wraps place itself over Price’s shoulder. His movements speed up as more low groans escape his lips.

“Missed you, John. The house is so empty without you” You manage to say in between moans.

“Gonna knock you up, so you ain’t lonely anymore,” 

“I was thinking of a dog, but that could work too,” You joke but it flys over his head

“Fill your cunt with my cum. You wanna be filled huh?”

His thrust gets faster. He is actually going to go through with this. You're getting close. He squeezes you tighter as he becomes rougher. You let go of his hat and wrap your arms around his neck as you get closer to your orgasm. The movements of your hips become in sync with his thrusts. All of a sudden you feel a bite on your neck, it’s John, he only does this when he's feeling possessive which turns you on even more. 

“I’m going to cum!” You practically scream

“Cum for me, honey,” 

And with that, you unravel. Your whole body shakes as you reach your high. Your cunt squeezes around his cock which causes him to finish as well. His cock shoots hot cum inside you before he slowly pulls out. 

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, John,” You smile as you look in his eye. You can make a shape that's reflected in his pupils. It's a car. You snap your head around only to see a man with a skull face staring back at you.

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You're a cunt

Philip Graves x f!reader

Wordcount- 1.1k

Warnings: Smut!! Oral f! receiving, P in V sex, slightly rough sex, Philip fucks you against a wall. 

Names used: Baby, sweetheart

You and Graves had been hooking up on the down low, so you were more shocked than anyone when he decides to betray you. You stick with your task force, you escape with Soap and Ghost into the nearby city. When your split up from the duo you hide away in a house trying to fix your broken radio, your life is only made worse when Philip decides to enter that very same house.

You stumble up the stairs to the bedroom of the random townhouse where you made your temporary shelter. Outside, the sounds of the shadow company’s radio crackling remind you of your own, you look down at your tactical vest only to find your radio split into multiple pieces, thank god it's still fixable all you need is some duct tape. Instantly, you open all the drawers and check under the bed for some. You get to the nightstands, one had some pills and reading glasses while the other has some handcuffs, you originally were a bit disgusted until you notice a roll of duct tape underneath them. Thank god for kinky people. The pieces of the radio slowly come together like a puzzle you was so close to taping it all up when you hear footsteps. Shit. You panic and immediately rush under the bed. The footsteps get louder and you begin to control your breathing. The door opens, then shuts. Only one step of footsteps can be heard.

“Come on out, baby.” You can recognise that Southern accent anywhere.

He drops himself to the floor right in front of you. Those blue eyes staring into your soul.

“You’re a cunt.” You say

“Aww I missed you too, sugar,” He smirks “Now are you going to come out or am I going to have to drag you?” 

You slowly shimmy your way out so that you now standing on the opposite side of the bed.

“I wished you picked the second option, you know I like to watch you struggle,”

“So are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room,”

“I don’t see an eleph-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You scream

“Don’t do that, you’re going to draw so much attention over here,”

“Philip you ordered your men to shoot me,” You say in a much quieter voice.

“I did my job.”

“Last night you told me that you loved me!”

You could cut the tension with a knife. Silent surrounds you both. Tears fill your eyes, slightly blurring your vision.

“Look, I am sorry, I have my orders. I need to follow them.”

“You could have told me,”

“So you could go and tell your friends.” 

You walk around the bed to face him. His eyes fixate on you as you walk. They dart up and down your body taking in every last detail. All the words you want to say get caught on the tip of the tongue. You loved Philip, truly. He was kind and he cared for you, also the fact he was the CEO of a shadow company meant he was loaded and not to mention the mind-blowing sex. But the moment when he took over Alejandro’s base shattered your heart into a thousand pieces, you were hoping that after this whole missile crisis was over you would get into an actual relationship. You’re brought out of your thoughts by Philips's lips crashing into yours. His hands grab your hips and he crashes them against the wall. Your tounges fight for dominance but you quickly allow him to take over. He pressed his groin against you. The tent in his trousers is large. He breaks the kiss

“Let me try and make it up to you,”

His hands make quick work of your utility belt as it drops to the floor not a second later. Your zipper is undone and before you can realise your panties and trousers are around your ankles and Philips’s face is shoved against your pussy furiously sucking on your clit. Your fingers find their way to the crown of his head as you grip his brown locks. Two of his fingers tease your entrance as his tongue glides between your folds. He’s good. He eats you out like a starved man.  When his index and middle finger finally enter you they instantly begin to attack your G-spot. Philip’s fingers pump in and out of you quickly making you become undone. Suddenly, he stops. You let out a whine.

“Don’t worry baby,”

 He attempts to comfort you and he undoes his zipper and pulls his cock out of his boxers. Philips stand up, he practically towers over you, and his hands find their way to the back of your thighs where his fingers grip the flesh. He picks you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Your back smashes against the wall as he aligns his cock with your entrance.

“You going to kill me or arrest me after this?” You ask

“Depends on how good you are for me,”

He smirks before slamming the entire length of his manhood into you, hitting your cervix. A moan almost escapes your lips but is stopped by his hand covering your mouth.

“Gotta be quiet sweetheart,”

He states before thrusting in and out of you. The sounds of his balls slapping against you and your muffled moans fill the room. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging on to him for dear life as he slams his cock in and out of your pussy. 

“I’m gonna c-cum, Graves!” You mumble under his hand

“Cum for me,” He practically growls. You cum immediately after he says that. Your grip becomes loose while his hold on you becomes stronger. His thrusts become rougher and more frantic. Philip places small kisses on your cheek before you feel hot strings of cum pouring out inside you. He pulls out slowly before sitting you down on the edge of the bed.

“Do you need help with your pants?” He asks with genuine concern.

“I’ve got it,” You go to pull them up but before you can, Philip’s hand presses against your inner thigh with a tissue cleaning up his mess. He shoots you a smile before helping you pull up your pants.

“I didn't need your help,”

Philips's lips open, he's about to say something but he stops as your radio crackles. It's Simon asking for your yours or Ghost’s location. Your duct tape idea actually worked. His expression changes as he remembers his missions and what he needs to do. A sigh escapes his lips as he pinches the bridge of his name. He stares at you for a minute but it felt like an eternity.

“Go, now.”

You are about to say something but you instead put your utility belt back before claiming out the window and into the cold, rainy town to reunite with Ghost and Soap.

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Hey everyone!! You can call me Es or Esmerelda I really don't mind. Welcome to my blog! 18+ btw this is mostly smut.

I just wanted to thank you for all the love and your comments. I read them all and appreciate them, but I can't reply to them because this is a secondary blog! I do accept asks and any suggestions.

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MASTERLIST

Call of duty

Task force 141

Headcannons with black reader

Captain Price

Headcannons

Favourtism

Forbidden fruit

Stress relief

Philip Graves

You’re a cunt

Spiderverse

Peter B. Parker

Spiderdilf, part 1

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Spiderdilf

Peter b. Parker x f!reader

Word count - 2k

Warnings: Profanity, large age gap(18-39) infidelity. Smut!!! P in v sex. Slightly rough sex, Peter cheats on MJ with Mayday’s babysitter

Names used: Angel, Doll

You babysit part-time to help pay for tuition but also lashes and nails. I mean who isn’t a high-maintenance girly nowadays? This isn’t your first babysitting job but it is your hardest. The child you babysit, Mayday is very special she is basically Spiderman but that isn't the hardest part of this job, the hardest thing is probably the thing in her dad's pants every time he sees you.

You never thought you would spend 20 minutes attempting to get Mayday down safely from the ceiling, but here you are. The chair under you wobbles as you stretch your limbs trying to grab the ginger child.  Peter walks in, and the noise from the front door startles you, causing you to lose your balance. Mayday finally decides that she's bored of the ceiling and jumps down into your arms. All this causes you to lose your balance, you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your grip on Mayday bracing for contact with a hardwood floor. But it never happens instead, you find yourself being carried bridal style by Peter.

“Don’t worry I got you, kiddo,” He smiles while squeezing your thigh before placing you down on the floor and taking Mayday from you. Peter’s hair is slightly messy, and the jacket from his suit is tossed over his shoulder while his tie hangs loose around his neck. 

“Where’s MJ?” You ask slightly tilting your head. 

“Work emergency,” He laughs “Taste of my own medicine I guess, I’m the one usually running off halfway through the date due to work,”

“Was your date still good?”

“The food was delicious, got some in a box in the car, you can snack on while I drive you home if you want to wait in the car. I'll be there in a few minutes,”

“I mean you paid me for a couple more hours so I don’t mind helping you put her to sleep and cleaning  with the uh-mess”

 The house was a state, Mayday’s toys are scattered everywhere, and her costumes completely cover the sofa, crayons on the walls and even the ceiling. It wasn’t a one-person job barely a two-person job but hopefully, you and Peter could make it work. 

“It's also partially my fault your house is like this, so I’ll feel guilty if you make me go now”

“Don’t blame yourself, Mayday is a handful. The number of babysitters who quit within the first few minutes”

“Minutes?” You laugh

“Sometimes its seconds, Mayday is pretty picky but she seems to like you,”

Neither of you has noticed the fact that she's fast asleep in Peter’s arms but when you do your conversation stops, slowly down both of your movements making sure not to make any noise that would wake Mayday up. Peters nods his head, signalling that he's off upstairs. You smile before heading over to the lounge as you begin picking up Maydays toys and putting them in a basket. A few minutes pass before you hear Peter walking down the stairs but he doesn’t come into the lounge instead you hear the front door open. Shit. There's probably a spider-man related emergency, you carry on cleaning but are surprised when Peter comes back through the front door, carrying his leftovers in a white plastic bag

“You hungry?” He smiles slightly lifting the plastic higher into the air

“A little,” To be honest you were staved looking after Mayday drains all the energy out of you.

Peter puts the food in the microwave before pushing some newspapers and files into a pile, clearing a space for you to sit on his island. You happily sit on one of the stools as the microwaves bing. He takes the food before sitting on the stool next to yours, placing the food in between the both of you. You admire the domesticity of the scene, you never had a man cook for you before (Microwaving food is 100% what Peter considers cooking) There's always been a feeling of admiration for Peter, but seeing him now and being alone in his presence, you’re starting to believe you might have some actual feelings for him. 

“So, you got a boyfriend?” Peter asks trying to make small talk 

“Uh- no I don’t” You take a bite of leftover steak

“Good,” 

“Good?”

“I-I mean,” He stutters for a few seconds “It's good because I would feel guilty for keeping you here when you could be spending time with him as well. Any reason don’t you have?”

“I guess I’ve never met the right, all the guys at my school are right dickheads,” He cocks an eyebrow “What? I bet you were the same in school?”

“Oh god no I was a right nerd in high school. I would never even talk to a girl as pretty as you, let alone be mean to one,” He laughs and you join in

“I could never see you being a nerd with the whole Spiderman shebang and the whole dilf thing you got going on” 

“Dilf?”

“You don’t know what a dilf is?” 

“I know what a milf is, so I’m going to guess it has a similar meaning.

You carry on the small talk while you both finish the leftovers. He entertains you with stories about him taking down villains and you get him up to date with all the latest school drama. The rest of the chores are split up between the two of you. Peter’s job is to clean the drawing on the ceiling. A job that's impossible for you since you lack any superpowers. You end up washing the dishes. The conversation between the two of you has died down so you put in some AirPods and listen to music. While scrubbing some stubborn stain you feel a pair of rough hands latch on to you, it's Peter. He gently guides you to the side so he can access the cupboard under the sink. His touch sends an eclectic shock through your entire body, especially to your lower abdomen where you can already feel pressure starting to form. You take out one pod and look up at Peter

“Sorry, didn’t want to disturb you listening to your tunes” He laughs his hands still on your hips

“Oh no, it's fine. You just startled me,”

“Are you tense? It seems that I’m always scaring you. Something on your mind? I’m always here if you need to talk, angel,”

Your heart skips a head at the new nickname he has given you, you stutter out some appreciative nonsense before he lets go of your hips, and your body craves his touch. It was only a small dose but now your already addicted. He squats down and grabs some supplies before shooting a web at the ceiling and launching himself at it to continue cleaning.

Half an hour passes and the house is completely spotless. No evidence of Mayday’s wild escapades is left. Peters decides to head inside the panty to grab a sweet treat to congratulate him on a job well done. You follow him. The pressure inside your lower abdomen has gotten stronger over time instead of going away, so you are most likely blinded by lust when you decide to ask him

“Did you really mean it when you said I was pretty?” You question while leaning against the frame of the entrance to the pantry 

“Of course, I did, your gorgeous,” He smiles as a million impure thoughts appear in his mind “But you’re too young for me angel,” He sighs but before you could feel any sense of rejection his lips crash into yours. His hand attached itself to your hair at the crown of your head while the other one finds its way up your baby tee and being to fondle your breast. He pushes you against the wall, deepening the kiss but as quickly as he begins kissing you he ends it.

“Oh god angel, shit I’m so sorry,” He apologised as he let go of your hair “I don’t know what came over me. I-”

 He is about to remove his hand from your breast when you interrupt him 

“I liked it,” You smile 

This time, its Peter who is shocked

“I want you Peter,” You confess and it sets this man off like a bomb. His hands are back on your body exploring every crevice he can over your clothes. You return the favour as you begin fiddling with his belt, it takes a few seconds but you finally undo the belt and his zipper. Before you could pull his bulge out of his boxers he start humping himself against your hand

“Fuck angel you are so perfect!” He whispers in your ear 

He pulls frantically at your pair of denim shorts, desperately attempting to get them off. It takes a few tugs before he figures out he needed to undo the button but when he does your shorts are off in one quick movement. His middle and index fingers quickly find themselves inside your panties as Peters uses his digits to explore your folds.

“Fuck me, doll. How are you this wet, I have barely even touched you”

You manage to help his cock escape its confinement you were shocked at the size. How was he hiding this thing under his Spider-Man suit? Before you could ask him the question yourself, he's picked you up. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as his fingers dig into your thighs. 

“Are you sure that you want this?”  He asks as he lines up his tip with your entrance. You nod.

“Words, darling.”

“Please, Peter!” You practically beg 

With that, he does a singular powerful thrust into you making sure that his entire shaft entire you on the first time. After a few seconds to make sure that you’ve adjusted to his size he begins to thrust at a fast pace. Your brain is scrambled all you can let out is a set of incoherent moans. 

He moves one of his arms to the small of your back to make sure you are steady as his lips meet yours again and you start a hungry kiss. His lips interlock yours perfectly, he's a pro at this which makes up for your lack of experience. 

Each of his thrusts is more powerful than the last. This man is fucking you like there's no tomorrow. He's needy too which makes you wonder about his current bedroom life. I mean if you were MJ you would never leave your martial bed. He lifts you up slightly which changes the game completely as every time his cock enters and leaves, he hits your g spot. You wrap one of your arms around his neck for extra support as you use the other to rub your clit.

 After a few minutes of thrusting, you are close to reaching your orgasm, Peter knows this. His spider senses are going crazy. He slows down his movements, making sure to drag out the amount of time his cock spends touching your g-spots with drives you over the edge. You cum almost instantly after he does this. Your walls clench around him getting him closer to reaching his high when the front door opens, It's MJ. Shit! 

Peter tightens his hold on you as he ploughs into you with a god-like speed trying to finally get his release. He moves one of his hands over your mouth attempting to quiet down your moans so that MJ won't hear. You listen closely as you hear her taking off her shoes. His movements are rougher. She enters the lounge and Peter finally cum, moving the hand which was located on the small of your back to the crown on your head as he sets you on the ground. He pets your hair gently as he gives you a quick peck before pulling his pants up and going to greet/distract his wife, giving you enough time to make yourself look presentable and to pretend to be preoccupied with something.

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Stress relief

Captain price x f!reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Pure Smut!! Established relationship, Implied age gap, Power imbalance, Oral m! receiving, rough sex, Price fucks your throat after a stressful meeting. Possessive!Price

Names used: Good girl

You and your captain have always had a complicated relationship. He cares about you, but he would never show it in public. There's a secret agreement between you to help “relieve each other's stress”. You fuck each other.

Gaz sits opposite you in the lounge as you all wait for Price, Ghost and Laswell to finish their Zoom call with General Shepard. The lounge was a spacious room, connected to a kitchen where Soap was. He stood behind the island, filling the kettle with water before placing it back on its stand and turning it on. You sit there in relative peace for the next few minutes before it's broken by the sound of the kettle hissing, which draws your attention back over to the kitchen. You observe as Soap makes several cups of tea, changing the amount of milk and sugar with each cup; one for each of you. 

Soaps hand you the cup he made exactly to your liking before sitting next to Gaz on the sofa. The next few minutes are peaceful as you all sit patiently sipping your respective cups of tea. It’s the most silence that anyone of you has received in weeks and you all welcome it with open arms. 

Simon and John enter the lounge, no laswell though; you can only assume that’s shes still speaking with General Shepard about some

“Meet me in my office,” John leans down and whispers in your ear breaking you out of your thoughts. His tone is deep and slightly annoyed, it's evident that the meeting didn't go well. A few minutes pass before you head to his office, as soon as you enter the door his hand are all over you. 

His beard scratches you and he plants thousand of tiny kisses against your cheeks. Price never kisses you on the lips, he refuses to some shit about if he kisses you on the lips he would fall in love with you even though you’ve done things with him you wouldn’t even do to your future husband. You’re brought out of your thoughts when one of Price’s firm hands reaches under your standard army-issue t-shirt and squeezes your breast. 

“You’re such a good girl for me,” He whispers lustfully in your ear.

You look up and all you can see are his crystal blue eyes staring daggers into yours, there’s anger behind those eyes, it's always like this after a meeting with Shepard, John is going to fuck you rough, you know it. His grip on your breast tightens, and in response, your hand travels down his torso landing on his belt, you slowly undo it while maintaining eye contact with your captain. 

You slowly manoeuvre your hand past the waistband of his trouser and into his boxers, a grin flashes across his face as your fingers make contact with the base of his shaft. His attention changes from your eyes to your lips. He starts at your lips like any second now he would pull you in for a kiss, he's teasing you. Your grip on his cock tightens as you use your free hand to pull his trousers down slightly, giving you better access. John’s gaze returns to your eyes while he removes his hand from your breast instead placing it on your shoulder, gently pushing it down. A silent command. Being the good soldier that you are, you follow his orders. 

As soon as your knees hit the ground, his cock is in your face, you place a kiss on his tip while slowly gliding your hand along his shaft. You can tell he likes it as a tiny moan escapes from his lips. He’s happy so your happy. His cock works its way into your mouth, the stretch is uncomfortable at first but after a few seconds, your mouth adjusts. You begin to bob your head up and down his cock in sync with the movement of your hand wrapped around his manhood.

His balls slap against your chin with every thrust slightly annoying you, so you use your free hand to grab them and start messaging them, this sends shock waves to your captain as he grips the hair in the back of your head as he beings to jerk his hips roughly in your face causing his cock to get lodges down your throat, Your chocking on his shaft but your captain doesn’t seem to care, all he cares about is reaching his high. Tears begin to roll down your face fucking up the face you perfectly painted in the mirror a few hours earlier.  

His movements get rougher as his grip gets tighter, you let go of his manhood and his balls instead use your hands to stable yourself. Price doesn't even notice all he cares about is fucking your throat. It carries on like this for the next few seconds, you’re mostly focused on breathing out through your nose, making sure your brain gets enough oxygen so that you don’t die with your captain’s cock stuck down your throat. 

All of a sudden his movements stop, he pulls out of your mouth, and you look at him with a confused expression on your face. His response is to hastily shove his shaft back down your throat before you can even process what's going on, hot strings of his cums flood your oesophagus. He pulls out quickly placing his hand on your chin making sure that none of his seed escapes. You swallow quickly.

Price helps you up, he holds you as you steady yourself and regain your centre of gravity. His dry lips place a small kiss on your forehead before he goes and takes a seat at his desk to finish some paperwork.  

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afro!reader with 141? 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it babes 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Gaz is an expert when it comes to curly hair care. When he was growing up he would often do his younger siblings' hair.  He will judge you on the products you use. One time when you were shopping together he caught you in the Cantu section examining the products as soon as he saw you he immediately dragged you out of there.  Would offer to do your braids for you, he's been doing them since he was young and he is pretty skilled at it. Obviously, at first, you would be cautious but one night while scrolling through Pinterest you found the perfect set of braids, Your braider didn't have any spots for the next couple of days but before you could pick a date Gaz is standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom with bundles in hand and a fat grin on his face. The braids turned out amazing so when he’s not anyway on missions he would happily do them for you. You two often take care of each other's hair - very much domestic fluff

Soap is completely clueless when it comes to the latest hair trends, He literally has a mullet. 

One time, he walked into our bathroom while you were sitting on the floor undoing your braids, he thought it was your natural hair so he was shocked at the fact it was extensions. He adores your natural hair and any styles you do. Sometimes when he’s gone away for weeks at a time due to missions he will send you money for you to buy haircare even though you don't need it. One time you woke him to him watching hair tutorials in the middle of the night on this laptop when you went to question him about his only response was to put his finger on top of his lips while shushing noise.

Ghost is surprisingly knowledgeable. You would be scrolling through your phone trying to find a style for your next hair appointment when he sneaks up on you suggesting a new style that you haven’t even heard of. You’re unsure at first but when he offers to pay who are you to turn it down? This mf did sit down and watch you throughout the whole appointment in the mask, You and your braider definitely shared some glances but when he left to get food you both ended up laughing so hard you almost wet yourself. On the ride back to base you did explain to him why it was a bit awkward so now he sits in the car outside still watching. He helps you during wash days, Are your hands and arms cramping? Don’t worry Simons gots you and would give you a head massage that deserves a Michelin star.

Price is into hair care, I mean have you seen his mutton chops? Watches a concerning amount of youtube videos on caring for afro hair. Buys you any products you need and he has asked Gaz about the products he uses and to avoid (Cantu). Always manages to do his beard care at the same time as your hair care, and loves the domestic feeling of you two sharing a mirror and taking care of yourself. Doesn’t know the name of any styles but gives you very vague descriptions of the styles he thinks suits you. It takes him a while to notice when you change your hair, he's an old man okay but when he does he is very supportive. Like Simon, he is always ready to be a helping when your hand start cramping. Has tried to help you braid your hair but failed miserably. It looked terrible but you both had a good laugh, it was such a positive memory between the two of you that he made a picture of you with the horrible braids on his lock screen so he can look at it while he is away on missions and missing you.

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Forbidden Fruit

Captain price x f!reader

Word count: 1369

Warnings: Smut, Large age gap(19-mid 40s) Dad’s friend, Oral f!receiving Unprotected Vaginal sex, Alcohol use and profanity  

Names used: Princess, Baby, Honey, Minx, Whore

Your father died when you were young. You never really knew him as you were a result of a one-night stand. Your mum raised you until she passed away when you were 14. The closest living relative that the government could find was your uncle, Simon Riley.

You are now 19 and have never been happier. Simon is often away on missions for weeks at a time, he often returns late at night accompanied by his team.

It’s 11:58 and you’ve finally submitted that paper which was due in the next two minutes. Staring at the time on the lower corner of your laptop screen with relief. You head to the bathroom to brush your teeth but get interrupted when you hear the front door opening.

“Simon?” You shout out into the dark hallway.

“Yeah, Just got back!” He replies. His voice is slowly followed by the commotion of task 141 getting comfortable. 

You close the door to the bathroom and finish brushing your teeth while watching some tiktoks on your phone. Like most people, you lose track of time and get lost in a trance while scrolling. Your trance is only broken when the bathroom doors open. Captain John Price walks in and is startled at your presence.

“Oh sorry, didn’t know anyone was in here,” He apologises, the air around him fills with a musky scent of sweat, gunpowder, cigars and whiskey.

“It's fine, don’t worry about it,” You smile as you put your toothbrush back. “How was your mission.”

An awkward silence.

“Sorry, Simon doesn’t like to talk about missions either. I should off known-” 

“Don’t be, I’m just tired. I’ll tell you some mission stories in the morning, Is that okay with you, kiddo?”

“Yeah, that's fine!” You grin as you quickly leave the bathroom giving John the privacy he needed. 

Downstairs, Gaz and Soap stand around the kitchen while Simon finishes up his call with Laswell. The sound of a laptop shutting is followed by some small talk, you take that as a cue to join in the conversation. You walk downstairs and hug your uncle before starting a conversation with Gaz while Soap and Ghost bicker about something you don't care enough about to eavesdrop. When John comes back down, he places his firm hand on your shoulder while going to pour himself some whiskey.

“Want some?” He raises his eyebrows while he smiles, his gaze fixates on Simon, seeing that he isn't paying any attention, He raises the glass so that the rim is pressed against your bottom lip.

“Come on, princess. It's just a bit of whiskey,” A warm smile spreads across his face as you slowly open your lips, allowing some of the whiskey to enter your mouth. The rich taste of oak of vanilla weakens your senses, as well as the fact that the captain is so close to you that you feel his body heat. You had no idea that small actions such as these can make your body react this way. You subtly rub your thighs together trying to get a little bit of friction to help relieve the pressure building in your lower abdomen. Simon turns his attention to Price and they begin to talk about some army business as you slowly sneak back upstairs to your room.

You wake up to some banging sounds coming from the hallway. Checking the time on your phone you see that’s just turned 3, pressing the flashlight button you go and investigate. Price is walking out of Simon’s room. You can make out the figures of Simon, Soap and Gaz passed out mostly on top of his bed. Gaz and soap are both partially hanging off but they all appear to be comfortable enough. 

“You should be asleep,” Price says in a stern yet warm tone

“You not going to tuck me in too?”

“Ahh, my bad, princess,” 

A chuckle erupted from his lips as he heads towards your bedroom. You get back on top of your bed as Price leans against the doorway, carefully analysing your every move. Once you are nice and situated he heads over and grabs the top of your duvet before placing it back over you. His crystal blue eyes catch yours and you are brought into a makeshift staring contest. It's like that for a few minutes before he is placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Goodnight princess,” He smiles as he slowly begins to move away from you. Before any thoughts of reasons could enter your brain, your arms are wrapped around his neck and your lips are connected to his as you both enter a hot makeout session.

Price positions his knee between your legs as it joins you on top of your bed. His fingers wrap around the waistline of your pyjama pants as he slowly slides them down your thighs and off your legs entirely. 

“Have you ever done this before?”

You look at him and slowly shake your head. John pauses for a minute before speaking again.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll teach you, If you’ll let me?” 

“Please John, teach me!” 

A second doesn't go by before he’s leaving little kisses from your neck to your pussy. He hooks one of his fingers around your panties before pulling it to the side. He begins to lap between your folds, savouring all of your juices. His tongue works wonders as it drags up and down, focusing on your entrance before putting all his attention on your clit. His beard rubs against your thighs as he continues to eat you out. Your moans begin getting louder as you get closer to your orgasm, Price responds by placing a hand over your mouth. 

“Stay quiet honey,”

 He whispers in between your thighs, “Don’t want the others to find out how much of a whore you are for their captain,”

 He chuckles before sucking on your clit. Using his free hand, he pushes two fingers into your pussy. He continues to thrust them in and out of you as you interlace your fingers between his brown locks. His movements become faster as he realised how close you are to cumming. His fingers work double time as he sucks harder on your clit. You might as well throw away your rose toy as it would never be able to compare to this. He removes the fingers from your entrance but no need to worry as they are quickly replaced with his tongue. You continue to ride his tongue as he undoes his belt with one hand before freeing his cock from his boxers and pumping it. The grip you have on his hair tightens as you reach your orgasm, he laps up every single bit of your cum making sure that none of it went to waste.

He lifts his head back up and he repositions himself so that his cock is teasing your sensitive entrance and your legs can wrap his waist. He smiles at you as your juices cause his beard to glisten from the light from the moon, he lifts your shirt before latching onto your left nipple. He covers your face again as he lines up his cock with your entrance before thrusting inside you. His cocks fills you up perfectly, hitting your G-spot every time he enters and exits your pussy. He lets go of your nipple and instead stares into your eyes as he continues to thrust in and out of you. 

“You’re a fucking minx, you know that right?” He grins “You are mine, baby. No one can touch you like I fucking do,” He thrusts get stronger as you get closer to your orgasm. You move your hips in sync with his. He presses his hand into the small of your back, bringing you closer to him as he is close to reaching his high. You continue to hump on Price’s cock as you reach your orgasm, you wrap your arms and legs around the Captain as you let out a breathy moan. Your orgasm causes your tight walls to clench around John’s cock which causes him to cum as well.

“That’s it, good girl,” He smiles as he gently places you down on your bed before stepping off and pulling his trouser back on. 

“Where are you going?” You begin to panic

“Don’t worry princess, just need to get a towel to clean you up,” He flashes you a warm smile.

He's only gone for a minute but to you, it felt like an eternity. When he returns he cleans you up with a warm flannel before holding you in a tight bear hug as you both drift off to sleep.  

[captainpricelover]

Favoritism

Captain John Price x F!reader. Nsfw

No use of y/n dw babes I got you

You had always noticed that your commanding officer paid you special attention, but you figured out why after a mission in Amsterdam.

Gaz has driven you and Price back to the hotel you’re staying at after Laswell took the cartel member for a “talk”. You’re all about to head to your respective rooms when your Captain walks in front of you, blocking your door.

“Do you mind helping me figure out some of this intel about Hussain? ” He says in a hushed tone. His voice was low.

“No, not at all, sir!” You smile as you begin to follow him towards his hotel suit.

He opens the door for you waiting for you to step in, you quickly glance over to where Gaz’s room was to see that he had entered.

“Quick question John, why are we figuring out about Hussain when Lazwell is literally torturing someone as we speak to find out where he is?” You ask while taking a seat on the king-sized bed and while John sits at the vanity

“We’re not, just needed an excuse to talk to you?” He confesses

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me silly!” You laugh, you and John had always been close, ever since you joined 141. Never really being open about your friendship due to how fast rumours spread around base, so you both decided to keep it on the down low.

“You could have got seriously hurt back there at the cafe, you realise that, right?”

“Two things, I’m a soldier, and there’s always going to be a chance of me getting hurt it's in the job description,” You laugh “Second Gaz was closer to the action than me but I don’t see you dragging into your hotel room, being all concerned for him,”

“I care about you, you know that. I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt, especially on my watch,” He sighs as he makes eye contact with you.

“I care about you too,” You reply smiling back at him.

He stands up and begins to pour out two glasses of whiskey before handing one to you. He smiles as you take it and sits back down next to you. He takes a cigar out of his coat pocket before taking the coat off and tossing it on the floor.

“Why am I your favourite John?” The question has always played on your mind and you thought no better time than now to answer it.

He looks at you for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath. “Well, you’re a smart soldier who happens to be very pretty!” He laughs before making eye contact with you once again. You blush at the compliment.

“That’s it?” You ask “You only like me because I'm pretty?”

“What can I say, I am a man after all!” he laughs while placing a hand on your upper thigh. Your eyes flick between his hand and his face. 

“I do also think you’re an incredible person who-”

His sentence is cut off by you asking an incredibly simple question.

”John, do you want to fuck me?” 

His eyes widen with shock, “Don’t say stuff like that! You’ll give me a heart attack”

“You didn't answer my question, Do you-” He interrupts you this time

“Wouldn’t you rather be with someone your age?” He asks with genuine curiosity 

“I want you, John”

Thats all you had to say before he's crashing his lips into yours. His hand on your thigh travels up more while he uses his free hand to hold the back of your head, pushing it closer to deepen the kiss. He massage your thighs before standing up and moving in between your legs. He slowly separates them while getting on his knees. Price pulls your trousers off in one quick movement He places little kisses over your clothed cunt before moving your panties to the side and sucking on your clit. You grab the back of his head, your fingers interlaced with his brown locks to support yourself as you grind against his face trying to satisfy your aching need. He pokes his tongue into your quivering hole and begins to devour you like a starving before thrusting two of his fingers in,

“You taste like fucking heaven!” He flashes you a toothy grin before using his free hand to massage your left boob. 

“Are you sure you want this? Once I start I’m not going to stop.” He says with a slightly stern look on his face. You nod back

“Words, love.” 

“Please, I want you inside me, John!”

He removes his hands from you and begins to undress himself, chucking his clothes on the ground hastily. He massages his shaft while staring at you, admiring this gorgeous view. He does this for a few seconds before grabbing your hips and aligning your entrance with his cock, he begins to tease you by only inserting his tip.

“Please, John” You beg

“Your wish is my command, princess!” He smirks while inserting his full length in one thrust. You wrap your legs around his waist and continues to thrust in and out of your pussy. Price places one of his hands on your lower belly, smirking every time he can feel himself move inside you. He leans down and latches on to your nipple. John increases the speed and power of his movements every time he thrusts.

“I’m close, John!” You scream as pure ecstasy runs through your veins

“Good girl, Cum for me!” He commands. And as a soldier, you’ve got to follow your captain’s orders so you cum, on his cock. He feels your walls clenching around his manhood bringing Price to his climax. He lays on the bed next to you for a minute to catch his breath before getting up and running a bath. He returns from the bathroom a minute later and walks back over to you,

“Let's get you cleaned up, eh?”

[captainpricelover]

Some random captain price hc I have!

•He loves bathing/showering with you. He adores the intimacy and enjoys being able to take care of you

•He hates sharing his cigars with you if you weren’t a smoker when you met. While he enjoys them himself, he recognises the health problems smoking can have and doesn’t want to be the reason you start. He would let you have a taste but only if you ask nicely.

•Sugar daddy price! He loves buying things for you! It’s his love language. When he’s away from home, he will buy gifts and get them delivered to your home, making sure that you know that’s he’s thinking of you

•Civilian!reader - He would definitely teach you to protect yourself. One of his bigger fears is you getting hurt because of his job. He would definitely own a dog like a Doberman or German shepherd that is trained to protect you

•Soilder!reader - He definitely gives you extra attention during training and when your out on mission. 141 has been separated? The first thing anyone would hear through the radio is Price making sure that you are okay.

•This man adores eye contact. Sat in meeting or just watching tv. He eyes would just focused on you, waiting for you to look at him and when you do, he has the most cheesy grin on his face

•When’s he’s serious he’s serious, when he’s not he adores a good dad joke!

•He’s super into taking care of his mutton chops. Your bathroom vanity is covered in beard care products, as well hair care. He likes taking care of his significant others hair. Afro! Reader - he has 100% spent hours of his free time leaning how to help take care of your hair and what products to buy and he will buy them for you!

•He does NOT like being called daddy. Everyone this man is British! Have you ever heard any British accent were daddy sounds sexy? I haven’t either!