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One look from Ghost and he sees it all. X-Ray vision and that…

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Soap being a bit too eager to get you into bed, and you kind of want to finish your chapter first, so you say "yknow johnny, I've always seen you kind of like a brother." In the hopes it'll turn him off and spare you time. But soap just groans and gives himself a little squeeze, trying to kiss you and begging for you to say that again.

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i love accidentally stubmling onto horny blogs on tumblr that persist despite the porn ban, cause it feels like lifting a rock and seeing a bunch of ants scurrying around. like oh shit! i didnt know you were down there. sorry for interrupting carry on my dude good luck with the puppygirl stuff. thumbs up.

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Soaps the kind of guy who, no matter how much extensive space there is in the hallway when he needs to pass you, will always grab your waist in that way guys do.

Yes. He presses his dick right up against your ass while grunting "sorry, passing by." And squeezing your hips too. Yes. Theres enough room for three of him to pass by without touching you. Yeah, and of course he'll do it again is that even a question.

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Some PriceNik sketches……. 🫡

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Price complained about his lunch to you, his missus. Does not end well for him…

Price had been muttering since morning. Not about the mission, not about the weather, but about his lunch.

“Bloody same thing every day,” he grumbled under his breath while checking his kit. “Sandwiches, sandwiches, sandwiches. They knows I hate cucumber…”

Soap caught it, of course. “What’s the matter, Captain? Yer lady runnin’ outta ideas?”

“Mind your business, Johnny,” Price growled, tugging his cap lower. But his bad mood carried all the way through the day.

When the squad finally sat down for a breather, Price pulled out his lunchbox. He was ready to see another neatly wrapped sandwich, probably the same thing he’d been eating all week.

Instead, when he peeled back the bread, he froze. No cheese. No ham. No cucumber. Nothing but two plain slices of bread and a note shoved between them.

In bold marker, it reads:

“Fuck you. Make your own lunch next time.

<3 –Y/N”

The lads went feral.

Soap nearly fell off his rock laughing. “OH GOD- they actually wrote it out proper! With a heart at the end! That’s marriage-grade fury, Cap!”

Gaz doubled over. “Y/N sick of your whining, mate. You’ve been demoted from sandwiches to bread.”

Even Ghost’s voice carried amusement. “Generous of em, giving you bread at all.”

Price sat there, shoulders stiff, cheeks red, muttering into his mustache. “Bloody hell…”

Soap leaned over with his own sandwich, grinning ear to ear. “Fancy a trade, Cap? Mine’s got cheese and a partner who doesn’t hate me.”

Gaz added between snickers, “Better hope they doesn’t swap your dinner for just a plate with a sticky note that says ‘starve.’”

Price sighed and tucked the note back between the bread, defeated. “Should’ve kept my mouth shut…”

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Alpha John Price headcanons

cw: yandere John Price, suggestive content at the end

Masterlist

Alpha!Price that moves to a small town to enjoy his retirement, buying a fixer-upper to fill out his days, cue a cute omega reader that comes bearing an entire casserole to welcome him to the neighbourhood. In that moment he decides that he couldn't possibly let a pretty thing like you just pass by him.

Alpha!Price that makes a point to look at your car when it wouldn't start one morning as if he wasn't the one putting sugar in your gas tank the night before. He offers to repair it for free and even drives you around for the next few days, seeing you absentmindedly looking out the window while sitting in the passenger seat of his car feels right.

Alpha!Price who coincidentaly mowns his lawn everytime you're out tending to the garden and he pretends not to see the way you're subtly checking him out while wiping the sweat with the bottom of his shirt. He smiles and thanks you when you bring a pitcher of cold lemonade outside, mentioning just how much he loves a sweet thing watching you blush and look away embarassed.

Alpha!Price that when one of your silly dates gets too pushy insisting you let him in for a drink, takes him by the scruff of his neck and gets him to his car telling the poor sucker just what he's gonna do to him if he doesn't leave you alone. You thank him profusely after watching the car of your date leave the driveway with a loud "screech".

Alpha!Price subtly scenting you everytime you two meet to ward off any other alphas that would think about approaching you. He has a satisfied grin on his face when he notices you involuntarily leaning into him, finding comfort in his scent and presence.

Alpha!Price's instincts that feel the approach of your heat, finding an excuse to reinforce the locks from your doors and windows to make sure nobody could force their way in when you're at your most vulnerable. He brings snacks and nesting supplies, sneaking one of his shirts into the pile and leaves them on your doorstep hoping you'll accept them.

Alpha!Price that gets a phone call in the early hours of the morning and immediately knows what's happening from your breathless voice. When he knocks on your door he almost pounces on you then and there, barely restraining himself when seeing you in only his shirt, rosy cheeks and a dopey look in your eyes almost losing it when you whisper his name.

Alpha!Price thinking it was a good thing he stocked your fridge and pantry for the next few days because by the way you're pulling him to your nest, he doesn't think he could bear to leave you alone for a single minute until he finally marks you as his. His jaw aching with the need to bite and claim, hungry hands pulling you closer and slowly lifting up the shirt.

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John Price and his controversially younger girlfriend that the rest of his team judges him about.

18+Minors DNI!!

He loves you, especially when he comes home tired and in need of some kind of comfort.

He’d sit on the sofa and manspread his legs while smoking a cigar. Calling you over with a hand motion so you could sit atop him and make him feel good. Its been so long since he felt nice, his work making sure he was stressed and on his toes constantly. You were the thing that made him melt the tension off.

You’d sit on him and he’d just look at you. He wouldn’t help even a bit while you slowly moved yourself over to connect your bodies like he asked. Hips rolling slow and painfully while he exhaled smoke into your face and leaned his head back into the soft backrest of the sofa, meaty fingers holding your thighs.

He was a traditional man, loved being on top and making you cry out, and the fact that you were riding him and atop him in the moment didn’t mean you were in charge. He still was. Just that simple hold on your thigh made sure you knew he had the upper hand here.

He’d let you go on for however long you could go, until he came inside and made sure you staid on it afterwards. He absolutely loves doing it. When you would start to lift yourself up to get off him, thinking he would want you off, his hand would just pull your thighs back down followed by a small sloppy sound. Secretly hoping his seed would take root inside your small womb.

You’d lean down to hide your face in his neck, his beard tickling your skin as he shifted his hips a bit, still full of him as his hands went up and down your spine. Comforting you while he talked about his day and missing you.

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husband price! thinking about sharing you with the 141

It would drive him absolutely mad. He’d mostly just boast about it during sex, pressing you down to the bed with your wrists behind your back— his large hand keeping them there. using them as leverage to slam into your pussy.

the thought of it would make you even wetter, urging him to talk about it more— just to get that reaction outta you. he’d mention how he’d just leave you there, watching as you cried and begged for him to come back, but all he’d do is let his boys have their way with you. tugging you and pushing you into whatever position they wanted.

he’d watch, with self control, as the 141 took turns fucking you. simon would go first, looking at price for the go ahead before he shoved his hard cock into you— stretching you in ways price never thought he’d see. soap would take his time with your pussy, eating you out while price looked on with hungry eyes, spitting out simon’s cum— having cleaned you out completely with his tongue. price knew gaz would be the softest, boasting in your ear how he’d try and hold you the whole time— showing price how good and gentle he could be with his most prized possession.

then price would go on and on about how he would finish you off, showing the boys who you truly belonged to.

but, it never went past just talking about it— until today.

price had brought you to work that day. he brought you straight into his office and put you to work.

he watched as you hung your mouth open for gaz, looking up at him with doe eyes, desperately trying to show him how bad you wanted to have his cock in your mouth.

“you want it baby? show me how bad you need it” gaz teased, slapping his cock against the side of your mouth, making you open your mouth wider and stick your tongue out.

you’d sucked off the whole squad before simon had finally had enough, just as price predicted, looking at him for the nod of approval.

oh and price gave it, watching your eyes flash with surprise as simon picked you up by your armpits, throwing you over price’s desk that was still full of paper. price laid back, watching with his cock in his hand as the boys ravaged you— filling every hole that they could fit in.

and when they were done, price made them zipper up and leave immediately, watching your little frame all limp and mind-broken. when he came by with his hands on his belt, you spread your legs immediately out of habit, preparing yourself for price to claim you as his once again.

my asks are open !! pls give me something i wanna write and i need ideas :D i love writing little blurbs like this

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husband price! thinking about sharing you with the 141

It would drive him absolutely mad. He’d mostly just boast about it during sex, pressing you down to the bed with your wrists behind your back— his large hand keeping them there. using them as leverage to slam into your pussy.

the thought of it would make you even wetter, urging him to talk about it more— just to get that reaction outta you. he’d mention how he’d just leave you there, watching as you cried and begged for him to come back, but all he’d do is let his boys have their way with you. tugging you and pushing you into whatever position they wanted.

he’d watch, with self control, as the 141 took turns fucking you. simon would go first, looking at price for the go ahead before he shoved his hard cock into you— stretching you in ways price never thought he’d see. soap would take his time with your pussy, eating you out while price looked on with hungry eyes, spitting out simon’s cum— having cleaned you out completely with his tongue. price knew gaz would be the softest, boasting in your ear how he’d try and hold you the whole time— showing price how good and gentle he could be with his most prized possession.

then price would go on and on about how he would finish you off, showing the boys who you truly belonged to.

but, it never went past just talking about it— until today.

price had brought you to work that day. he brought you straight into his office and put you to work.

he watched as you hung your mouth open for gaz, looking up at him with doe eyes, desperately trying to show him how bad you wanted to have his cock in your mouth.

“you want it baby? show me how bad you need it” gaz teased, slapping his cock against the side of your mouth, making you open your mouth wider and stick your tongue out.

you’d sucked off the whole squad before simon had finally had enough, just as price predicted, looking at him for the nod of approval.

oh and price gave it, watching your eyes flash with surprise as simon picked you up by your armpits, throwing you over price’s desk that was still full of paper. price laid back, watching with his cock in his hand as the boys ravaged you— filling every hole that they could fit in.

and when they were done, price made them zipper up and leave immediately, watching your little frame all limp and mind-broken. when he came by with his hands on his belt, you spread your legs immediately out of habit, preparing yourself for price to claim you as his once again.

my asks are open !! pls give me something i wanna write and i need ideas :D i love writing little blurbs like this

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idk idk superhero!reader who dismisses Konig's flirting like its nothing. Live on camera.

"Oh please, the only way I'd sleep with you is if we were the last people on earth."

He replays that moment again and again. It's easy to remember. His crestfallen face became a meme. He couldn't leave the house without people recognising him as the creep the city's favourite hero rejected.

So he burns it all down. Burns down the whole world. Becomes the most feared supervillain since forever. For revenge, yes. But also because then you'd sleep with him. You said so. And you were the good guy, why would you lie to him.

He destroys the world just to fuck you.

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I still believe Soap's alive 🙏🏻

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time to drink kvass with nikto, you can't refuse

n: stop scrolling, we got business here

k: ...

k: damn you're pissing me off... fine, pour

n: good choice

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I’m too lazy to actually draw

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