#call of duty john price

[asgardswinter]

Blue eyed mfs staring into ur soul

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can you please write about the Task Force 141 boys (and Konig too if it's ok) just casually shopping when a young woman comes to them out of the blue, gently grabbing their arm. She looks absolutely terryfied, whispering a shaky "Act like you know me. Please!" It's clear someone has been following her for a whlie and she's desperate for help. Thank you.

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

Task Force 141 (+König) x Reader

I‘m so happy I get to write this since I had this in mind for such a long time 😭 so Thank you for suggesting this and I hope you like it xoxo 😚

KÖNIG

As König strolled through the bustling marketplace, his keen eyes scanned the various stalls, his mind focused on the mundane task of running errands. Dressed inconspicuously in civilian clothes, he blended seamlessly into the crowd, his stoic demeanor giving no hint of the dangerous missions he undertook as an elite soldier.

Suddenly, a gentle touch on his arm startled him. He turned to face you with fear written deeply into your eyes. "Please act like you know me!" you pleaded, your voice trembling. König instantly recognized the distress in your voice and the urgency in your gaze. Without hesitation, he nodded, his stoicism giving way to concern.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice laced with a comforting tone. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. You leaned into his chest, seeking solace in his strength.

König's social anxiety has always been a problem for him and it’s hitting hard surfaced in this unexpected encounter. He was a man of few words but possessed an unwavering sense of loyalty and courage. He was calm under pressure, his sharp instincts guiding him through the chaos of battle. Now, faced with a terrified stranger seeking his help, those traits kicked into action.

As König held you, he discreetly surveyed his surroundings. His eyes landed on a man lurking nearby, watching you guys intently. The man's presence and the way he leered at you which made it clear he had been following you. König's protective instincts flared, and he knew he needed to act swiftly.

With a calm yet firm voice, König spoke to the man, his words laden with an underlying warning. "Do you have a problem, sir?" he asked, his tone carrying an unmistakable air of authority.

The man's face paled as he realized he had been caught. He stammered a weak denial, his eyes darting nervously from König to you. Sensing the growing unease in the man, König maintained his grip on the you, ensuring your safety. Without another word, the man hastily retreated, disappearing into the crowd as if he were never there. König watched him go, his steely gaze never faltering. Once the immediate danger had passed, he turned his attention back to you gently releasing you from his protective embrace.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. You nodded, gratitude shining in your eyes. You thanked him for his help but your voice still laced with residual fear. König, ever the enigma, simply nodded in response, his focus returning to the world around him.

SIMON RILEY

Simon strolled through the bustling marketplace, enjoying a rare moment of solitude away from his covert missions and high-stakes operations. As he perused the various stalls, his attention was suddenly drawn to a figure emerging from the throng, walking towards him with a sense of urgency. It was you and you had fear written across your face, approaching Simon with trepidation. Without a moment's hesitation, you reached out and gently grabbed his arm, your voice trembling as you whispered, "Act like you know me. Please!" He looked down at you and he wonders why him because you can’t see his face due to the mask covering his whole face but his eyes.

But still, Simon's instincts kicked in, his years of training guiding his response. He swiftly assessed the situation, noting the unease in your eyes and the subtle glances cast over your shoulder. Without a word, he nodded, recognizing the urgency of the matter. With a sense of familiarity, he slipped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, creating a facade of friendship and protection. “There you are. I thought you got lost in the mall” he replied a bit loudly so the man behind you could hear it.

The man, dressed in a nondescript manner, had been trailing you for some time. His presence was unsettling, and his intentions were definitely clear. Sensing the danger, Simon decided to confront the man head-on. With a calm yet authoritative voice, he greeted the stranger, "Hey, is there a problem?"

The man's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by Simon's intervention. He stammered, unable to meet Simon's piercing gaze. "N-No, there's no problem. Sorry for the misunderstanding," he mumbled before quickly retreating into the crowd, disappearing as if he had never been there at all.

You let out a sigh of relief, the tension slowly releasing from your body. Simon's protective embrace remained, offering you a sense of security amidst the chaotic surroundings. He looked down at you, concern etched upon his face. "Are you alright? Do you know that man?"

You shook your head, grateful for Simon's intervention. "No, I've never seen him before. But he's been following me for a few days and he’s always lurking in the shadows. I didn't know what to do, and then I saw you. I just...I needed help. Because this time I had the feeling something is gonna happen"

Simon's expression softened, his voice filled with reassurance. "You did the right thing, coming to me. We'll figure this out together. You're safe now."

With that, Simon gently led you away from the marketplace, finding a quieter corner where the noise of the crowd was replaced by a sense of serenity. His arm remained around you, providing both a shield and a comfort. The world seemed to fade away as the two of you focused on each other.

He stayed with you for an hour until you were calm and offered to guide you home. You guys started talking and he was pretty good at keeping your mind busy and forgetting about what happened earlier.

Before you leave, you give him your phone number and thank him again. He first didn’t accept it but you wanted to go out and have a drink as a thank you. After a few arguments he agreed and accepted it.

JOHN MACTAVISH

John strolled through the busy shopping center, blending in with the bustling crowd. As an experienced soldier, he had become accustomed to the chaos of war, but today he sought solace in the mundane world of civilian life. It was an ordinary day, or so he thought.

Suddenly, a hand gently grasped his arm, and he turned to face an unfamiliar yet terrified face. It was you, eyes wide with fear and voice trembling as you spoke. "You, please. Act like you know me. Please!" you whispered urgently.

John was taken aback by the intensity of your plea, but his instincts kicked in immediately. With a nod, he masked his surprise and responded, "Hey, how have you been?" He wrapped his arms around you in a comforting hug, hoping to offer you some reassurance.

Feeling the strength and warmth in his embrace, you relaxed. You leaned closer, your voice barely above a whisper, "There's a man following me. He's been tracking me for a while, and I'm terrified. I don't know what to do."

John's eyes narrowed as he surveyed his surroundings, searching for any signs of the mysterious man. “Don't worry," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I'll handle it."

Just as John finished speaking, a figure emerged from the crowd, his gaze fixed on you. Sensing the tension, the stalker approached, a malicious glint in his eyes. However, his confidence wavered when he saw John's protective stance and you nestled against him.

John's steely gaze met the stalker's, and he spoke with an edge of warning in his voice, "Is there a problem?" His voice, calm and controlled, sent a shiver down the stalker's spine. The stalker faltered, suddenly unsure of himself. He stammered, "N-no, no problem at all." Fear danced in his eyes, realizing that he had underestimated the situation. Without another word, the stalker swiftly turned on his heels and disappeared into the crowd, leaving John and you in a newfound sense of safety. John's grip on you tightened slightly, a silent promise that he would continue to protect you.

As the adrenaline subsided, you looked up at John, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine relief. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

John offered a reassuring smile, his rugged features softened by a genuine kindness. "You're welcome. Just glad I could help. Are you okay?"

A small smile graced your lips, finally feeling a sense of security. "I am now. Thanks to you, …"

“John. My Name is John” he replied with a smile. “Thanks to you John“

You guys stood there for a moment longer until you were calm and talked for a bit before your ways parted again.

JOHN PRICE

John walked through the bustling aisles of a local supermarket, his mind preoccupied with mundane thoughts about groceries and errands. He is relaxed, but his years of combat experience had honed his senses, always keeping his mind busy.

As he reached for a can of soup on the shelf, a gentle yet desperate touch on his arm caught his attention. He turned his head and his eyes met with yours. In that moment, he sensed your fear and urgency. There was no need for words; your trembling form and wide eyes spoke more than words.

"Help me. Please act like you know me" you whispered shakily, your voice laced with terror. You were being pursued, and you needed his help. Without hesitation, Price nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. His personality trait of being fiercely protective kicked into high gear.

His grip tightened around you, offering both support and a sense of safety. "Hey," he greeted, his voice low and comforting. "What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you clung to him. "There's this guy... he's been following me for days," you explained, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what he wants, but I can't shake him off."

Price's jaw tensed, his expression growing more determined. "Stay close," he said, his voice holding a steely edge. "Let's confront him."

With your heart pounding, you followed Price as he led you through the supermarket, his imposing figure serving as a shield against any potential threat. As you weaved through the aisles, you caught sight of the man who had been stalking you. His eyes widened in surprise when he noticed Price's presence at your side.

John’s voice held a commanding tone as he approached the man. "You got a problem?"

Startled, the man stammered, his face turning pale. "W-What? No no no, no problem at all," he stuttered, his voice trembling. He hastily made his way toward the exit, clearly intimidated by the legendary figure of John.

With the threat seemingly neutralized, John turned his attention back to you. He pulled you into a comforting embrace, his strong arms offering solace amidst the chaos of the situation. "You're safe now," he reassured, his voice carrying a sense of genuine care.

You buried your face in his chest, feeling the weight of the tension slowly dissipating. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

KYLE GARRICK

Kyle was walking through his local yet favorite grocery store. He couldn’t find his favorite candy which was making him a bit mad. Little did he know that his peaceful shopping excursion was about to take a dramatic turn.

Suddenly, a hand gently clasped around Kyle's arm. He turned, his eyes locking with yours. You, with your disheveled hair and wide eyes, looked absolutely terrified. The fear in your gaze pierced through him, leaving no room for doubt. Without a word, you pleaded for his assistance.

"Act like you know me. Please," you whispered, your voice trembling.

Kyle's training kicked in, his instincts telling him to trust you. He masked his surprise and concern, his face transforming into a warm smile. "Hey," he greeted you, wrapping his arms around your trembling frame. The embrace offered you a sense of safety.

His voice, a soothing baritone, held a touch of authority. "Is that guy bothering you? Does he have a problem?" Kyle glanced over your shoulder, his gaze fixed on a man lurking in the distance, his eyes locked onto you with a sinister intensity.

Fear flashed across the stalker's face as he realized he had been caught. His eyes darted from Kyle to you and back again. In that moment, the tables turned, and he suddenly felt the weight of his actions. The man quickly averted his gaze, his footsteps retreating hastily. He was too scared to stay for a minute longer.

With the threat vanquished, you let out a shaky breath, the tension leaving your body. "Thank you," you whispered, gratitude lacing every word. "I don't know what I would have done without you." He released you from his protective embrace, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're safe now," he assured you, his voice filled with genuine concern.

For the rest of your shopping trip, Kyle remained by your side, his presence offering you an unspoken reassurance. Together, you navigated the aisles, filling the cart with groceries while engaging in lighthearted banter and getting to know each other.

After Paying for the groceries your ways split and you were thankful that he helped you out of the situation. He was glad he could save yet another life.

[divine--serenity]

price wont stop asking you questions

“and tell me more about sharon, how’s she treating you baby?” his fingers are pulling your further from sanity when they brush against that spot that drives you insane.

“nuh- she’s doing… fuck john please i cant hold it.” he tuts you and slows down his rhythm, stalling your orgasm. the steady flow of euphoria began to ebb away when he withdrew his fingers from your cunt.

“baby, i asked you a question: ‘is sharon treating you well?’ or do i need to have another talk with her?” his beard brushes against your neck as he spreads your legs with his knees.

he gently touches your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with steady hands. “c’mon baby, keep that cute little head of yours full. i don’t wanna fuck you stupid quite yet.”

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@glossysoap @lordlydragon @warenai @ivymarquis @ghastlybirdie @violet-phantoms

[kyunzin]

Could you write some thigh riding with Price please, if that’s not too much to ask - rio🧚🏻‍♀️

of course 🥰

𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

pairing; price x gn!reader

cw; thigh riding, use of baby, love(to reader)

a/n; I don’t know if this is what you wanted, sorry if it’s not but this is what i came up with

it’s not uncommon for you to sit on john’s lap while he files his reports late at night, he always lets you sit there on him as he finishes his work giving you his utmost attention once he finishes but sometimes you cant wait, like right now.

you’re sat faced towards him arms in nothing but a skimpy top and underwear, arms hooked around his neck with your head resting on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat as he does his work while rhythmically stroking your side.

the two of you have been sat there in comfortable silence for a while now and with every brush of his you grow more needy his touch reminding you of all the things you could be doing instead of sitting here and doing work. “how much longer?” you whisper into his chest but he hears you anyway.

his chest vibrates as he lets out soft laughter telling you “it won’t be long love, just a bit more”. he gently swats your ass when you let out a whine letting him know your displeasure at his statement telling you that you can “either sit still or get up and leave, i’m busy right now baby i’ll help you soon” but he knows that not enough to placate you when he looks down to see your pout.

john knows he can’t win against you but he also can’t leave his work as he’s been putting it off for a while in order to spend time with you so he thinks of a way to compromise. “hears the deal baby, I want you to rock on my thighs until you cum, but if you can’t before I finish with my work then you don’t get to cum at all, yes?”

without question you begin to rock yourself on his lap which you’re sure starts to create a wet patch on his thigh if there wasn’t already one there before. you know he can feel it as he’s only wearing thin pyjama pants, opting to not wear a shirt as he usually does before going to bed.

you alternate between grinding down while circling your hips and rocking back back and forth letting small moans but you find grinding down brings the most pleasure especially as he tenses his thighs. the fabric of your underwear adding more friction and pleasure. “I’m almost finished love, ya gonna have to hurry up otherwise ya know what will happen”

his warning makes you double in speed frantically rutting against him in hopes of finishing before he’s done. your little moans turning into whines of frustration while he silently laughs to himself as he watches you struggling.

after watching you a little longer he decides to help out his poor baby grabbing your hips and rocking your back and forth on his thigh quicker, in a way that has you griping on to his shoulders tighter throwing your head back. you start to feel your orgasm creeping in and you squeeze your thighs around his leg increasing the pleasure.

not to long after that your orgasm crashes over you making you shake and twitch in his hold you hips barley moving at all now, your breaths coming out shaky as he presses a kiss to your lips helping you ride out your orgasm. “you satisfied now baby” smiling as you shyly nod your head yes.

he makes quick work of cleaning his desk putting his things away before standing up picking you up with him and taking the both of you to your bedroom. he swiftly changes your soiled underwear for a fresh pair and changes his pants while he’s at it. the both of you get in bed and settle under the covers with his head resting on top of yours and your arms wrapped around was other. he presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head with a whisper of “love you” before the two of you fall asleep.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@riowmie

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello hope you are feelling better❣️ if you have mood can you do price with younger s/o and how 141 react to it?

A/n. I love Price and his stupid bucket hat

It wasn’t that much of a shock to Gaz nor the 141 task force when John let it slip he was married. To be honest no one really remembers how they even gotten onto the topic, it was a shock however when the group had found out you were an American, Johnny seemed to love teasing the man, joking about a Brit falling for an American.

Of course that all changed the moment you slipped into the bar where they were all drinking. Alejandro made a quiet comment about how pretty you were though it was Johnny that loudly called to you. Your head quickly snapping towards the voices. A bright sunny smile on your face despite the gloomy London weather.

“Gaz.”

“Hey Y/n.”

Tipping your head to the three mean you stepped closer to the table. “You going to introduce me or should I do it myself.”

Clearing out his throat, John pushed the chair away then walked over to his. His arm slipping around your waist. “This is Y/n…my wife.”

Johnny nearly choked on his beer, the man still reeling the Captain could pull someone like you, Alejandro tried to hide his shock but he still gave John a smile, the man did look happier now that you were standing next to him and Simon seemed to be the less shocked. Having seemed to already know this information.

Snapping out of his shock, Johnny blinked a few times. “I..so why did you.”

“I work for Laswell….before you all get your panties in a twist.” You gave the man a teasing smile. Johnny flushed turning his head away as Simon let out snort.

“So what is it that you do.”

Before you could answer, you felt Price tighten his hold on your hip, Gaz answering the question for you.

“Y/n is one of CIA’s best agent, hack into anything. You should see em decoding, it’s kinda memorizing.”

Johnny still trying wrap his mind around it,he shifted in his seat as he watch Price keep you close, he watched the man place a small kiss to your neck as you let out an airy laugh.

“That how you two met?”

Sighing, you glanced up at John then smiled pinching his cheeks. “Met him thanks to Laswell, it was a bit rocky at first. You wouldn’t believe how stubborn this man is but one thing led to another and well I guess I’m a tea drinker now.”

John let out a snort, he doubted that he could ever stop you from drinking coffee, though he wasn’t going to complain. Not when you left the U.S for him.

“Have tea? Is there what they call it now?” Johnny teased.

“Soap.”

Price flushed then let out an annoyed grunt as you let out a soft laugh giving the man a smirk. “Don’t go giving all my secrets away.” You lent back into your husbands embrace, John tugging his hat further down his face.

It was plainly obvious to the 141 tasks force that you both loved each other deeply and that all that really mattered to the team.

[daisies-daydreams]

Greetings! I am here to request a little short piece about Price holding his first-born child. A daughter that kicks, and babbles like a baby should. As the female reader watches from the doorway of the nursery. Of course, when he turns around, he tries to play it cool, but he can’t help the tear in his eye. Thank you, notthatfanfictionwriter

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: None! Author’s Note: Hello dear! Thank you very much for your sweet request! 🫶 I can definitely see Price as a girl dad. D/N = Daughter’s Name.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You quietly padded down the hall, eyes set on the nursery. You put your daughter (D/N) down for a nap about an hour ago, and the small noises coming from the room told you she should be awake by now. Just as you rounded the corner and walked through the doorway, you froze. A smile spread cheek to cheek as you watched your husband, John, bounce her in his bulky arms. You leaned on the threshold as you watched them tenderly. Your husband’s eyes sparkled as he spoke to (D/N) in a hushed tone.

“You have a good nap, yeah?" John asked. Your baby gurgled and kicked around in her little blanket. He laughed. “Feisty little thing-you definitely get that from your mum," John chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes. He hummed as he pointed a finger down and tickled her chubby belly. She giggled, the sound floating around the room like bubbles.

“Look at you, little dove. You've got my eyes and your mum’s pretty hair,” John beamed. You heard him gasp slightly when she suddenly wrapped her tiny palm around his digit. It was incredible how small she was compared to him: her papa bear.

Your heart melted as John leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of your daughter’s head. The little one squealed, raising her other tiny fist as if to protest the feeling of his scratchy beard.

“Sorry, love,” John murmured as he smoothed the small tuft of soft, messy hair. (D/N) babbled in reply. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as his mustache curled up with his bright smile. You could barely make it out, but it looked like a faint tear was rolling down his cheek. He slowly turned as he swayed her in his arms. John’s body stiffened when he saw you leaning on the doorframe, soon shuffling in place awkwardly as you walked towards him.

“I was…just getting (D/N) up from her nap,” he explained. His rigid exterior seemed to melt when you pressed a warm kiss to his scruffy cheek. You tilted your head down and gave him a knowing glance once you pulled back. “What?” he blinked. You shook your head and kissed his cheek again, your hand falling down to pat his lower back.

“I knew you were a softie,” you said. John huffed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, though you couldn’t help but notice the tear stain down his cheek as he cracked a small grin.

You knew how he felt about being a father for the first time. Even though he didn't always express it, you were aware of the doubt that filled him throughout your pregnancy. How could he by worthy to hold something so precious as a life when he’s taken them for years? You had to remind John that he saved more lives than taken them, something that stuck with him to this day.

Your baby suddenly broke out into a high-pitched squeal, causing both of you to look down at her. She gave you a wide, toothless grin, her sea-green eyes shining with overabundant joy. John glanced over at you, his features relaxed and warm.

“I think she wants her mum,” he said. Your daughter, however, reached her hands out towards him and whined. You rested a hand on his forearm.

“No-I think she wants her papa to hold her a little while longer,” you replied while patting his arm. He raised a bushy brow and looked down at the small infant beaming up at him.

“You sure, love?” he asked, a bit of hesitancy laced in his gruff voice. (D/N) babbled and stuck her tongue out. John couldn't help but laugh at his child’s silliness, mirroring her expression.

“Don't worry, I know she's in good hands," you nudged his shoulder lightly. "Besides, I have other chores I need to finish. If she needs to eat she’ll start crying for me,” you told him. He nodded before looking back down at the babe in his arms.

“Alright, sweetpea. You’re with me,” John beamed as he tapped her button nose. She giggled again as he strode towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room. You smiled as he slid into the seat, your daughter cooing as he snatched a book off of a nearby shelf.

“You're in for a treat, little dove," John said as he cracked open the book. Your baby chewed and slobbered on her hand as she tried to shove it into her mouth. "Your Nan read this to me when I was a babe,” he smiled. (D/N) tilted her head curiously as she went to clutch her blanket. John's eyes became misty again as he leaned down to press another kiss to her head.

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” you said as you turned. John gave a small grunt in reply. You heard him clear his throat as you stepped out of the nursery.

“Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store...” he began. You couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at your husband being so caring and attentive to your little one. It wasn’t long before you returned from putting your laundry away. You grinned ear to ear as you saw (D/N) secure and fast asleep in John's lap, your love snoring softly with the book hanging loosely in his other hand. You pulled your phone out, silently capturing the moment. You were careful as you tiptoed back into the hall, leaving the door cracked open.

“Sweet dreams,” you whispered gently.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[isabella-kr]

Hi 👋

I haven't ever requested anything before and I don't know what exactly to dodo I hope this is okay.

I like price the best but I'd be fine with anyone.... Or everyone if that a thing. I'd like a Female reader

So the idea is based off one of my insecurities. I'm a virgin which at my age isn't super common and I also have never been able to have an orgasm myself due to being unable to relax.

What if a reader had the same circumstances and one of the boys find out and helps, y'know.

Love you 💗

Hello, lovely!! Thank you so much for the request! I would just like to say that you don't need to be insecure about that <3 Everyone moves at their own speeds and that's okay! Love you, too!!

First Time

I do not give permission for this work to be reposted or translated.

Synopsis: It was meant to be a simple evening spent at a pub, but as their conversations strayed, it turned into much more than that. Neither of them could have expected it to end the way it did.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Captain!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut. Mature content. 18+ only

Warnings: Swearing, slight alcohol consumption, description of male and female anatomy, talk of masturbation, driving after drinking (Please don't drink and drive!!!), smut, praise, body worship, fingering, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, p in v, protected sex, after care

Word Count: 4.4 k

Note: This was proofread, but my eyes hurt from looking at the screen so there might be some mistakes. Sorry about that!!

General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist

GIF not mine

The sound of glasses clinking against one another echoed in the small booth they had found themselves in. The pub was uncharacteristically quiet, only a handful of chattering civilians and humming workers filling up the place.  

Perhaps visiting in the middle of the week had its perks. They did not have to deal with loud teenagers celebrating their 18th Birthday, oh so happy they could finally buy themselves a pint of beer. There was no ear-piercing yelling, no obnoxious laughter, and no cheering that followed the sound of a glass smashing against the hardwood floor.  

It was peaceful. Quiet. Relaxing in a way.  

The past few weeks had exhausted her to the bone. After a mission almost gone wrong, the days were nothing but constant meetings and paperwork that had her hand cramping every few minutes. Her eyes were begging for a break, stinging in the corners as they dried up from exertion.  

Her head felt heavy, and the sweet alcoholic drink she sipped on every couple of minutes only seemed to be making it worse. Her cheek pressed against the palm of her hand and her eyes fell shut on their own accord. A sharp exhale passed her lips, followed by a quiet murmur, “I think I might go on extended leave.”  

The burly man in front of her hummed, his own tiredness getting the better of him as he took sips of his beer. “Think I might, too.”  

“Yeah?” she opened an eye to peak at her co-worker, “What’re you gonna do?”  

“Sleep,” was his answer, and she couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, “You?” 

She shrugged, rolling her shoulders and moving back to lean against the soft backrest, “The same probably,” she admitted, “Maybe go on a walk or two.”  

He moved forward, leaning against the wooden table and rubbing his coarse fingers against his face, “Don’t have anyone waiting for you?” he questioned curiously.  

She shook her head in a reply, “Never had.”  

“Never?”  

“Never. You?” 

“Used to,” he muttered, his voice deep, “A couple times. Never worked out.” 

She sent him a smile which told him she understood. “Away too much?”  

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I don’t hold it against them. I’d get sick of waiting, too.”  

There was a pause. His eyes were transfixed on hers, as if contemplating his next words. He swirled the beer around in his glass and took a large swig.  

“What do you mean by never?” he asked with curious eyes, continuing to speak upon noticing her confused gaze, “Never anything serious? Was it just like a... fleeting summer fling?” he gestured with his hands, the curiosity pulling him out of his tired state.  

She almost rolled her eyes in response. “No, John. By never I mean never. As in I’ve never been with anyone in any way, shape or form.”  

Silence. A blink. She could almost see the gears turning in his head.  

Surprise was the first emotion she saw on his face. Perhaps she should have expected this. No-one really expects someone her age to still be a virgin. Not that it never happened, clearly, it was just uncommon. She could only blame it on her tired brain; it was rare for her to truly speak her mind. Under any other circumstances, she would have simply said, ‘it never got serious’, or ‘it didn’t work out.’ 

“Anything?” he tilted his head to the side.  

“I never really had the time, John,” she replied, her tone suddenly defensive, “This job is basically my entire life.” 

He put his hands up in mock defence, a gentle smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “Not shaming you,” he defended, “Just surprised is all.” 

“Too old to be a virgin I guess... but from what I heard from other women; I’m not exactly missing anything.”  

He laughed, his eyes creasing in the corners before he took the last swig of his beer, “Guess you can do a better job yourself.”  

She could feel her cheeks heating up at his words. Her eyes immediately left his as she looked away, “God, this is awkward.”  

“Is it?” 

“Yes, it is, John. It’s embarrassing.”  

“How?” he hummed, resting his arm on the backrest of the booth, “We’re just two adults sharing stories. Nothing to be ashamed of, really.”  

“You’re making me wish I was back at the base.” she retaliated. 

He almost snorted, “Alright, alright, I’ll drop it.”  

“Thank you.” 

A pause.  

Of course, He didn’t drop it. “D’you ever think about it?” 

“John.” 

“Just wondering,” he said, but when her cold gaze reached his warm one, he let out a defeated sigh, “Alright, lets change the subject.”  

Despite his willingness to speak about something else, she could see the curiosity still dancing faintly in his eyes. His fingers were mindlessly playing with the empty glass in his hands, teeth biting onto the inside of his cheek, and his foot creating a quiet rhythm as it tapped against the wooden floor.  

She let out a sharp breath, “Sometimes.”  

“Hm?” 

“I think about it... sometimes,” her voice was meek; quiet. As if ashamed of what she was telling him.  

He crossed his arms and rested them on the table, eyes brightening with sudden interest. “It’s normal,” he assured her with an amused smile, “Any candidates?” 

“No,” she denied. 

Wetting his lips, he manoeuvred his body around the table and sat closely beside her, his muscular arm draping behind her on the cushion backrest. “How about him?” he pointed with his eyes.  

Across the pub sat a man one could only describe as handsome. A strong jaw, thick hair and dressed in a nice button-up shirt. He didn’t seem to be waiting for anyone, rather like he was taking a few minutes to unwind after a stressful day at work. He was attractive but- 

“I don’t want to have sex with just anyone, John,” she countered, turning to look his way.  

Due to the nature of their conversation, she became increasingly aware of his proximity. His forearm, draped over the cushion, was almost pressing against the back of her neck. His thigh was pressed flush against hers, chest almost pressing against her shoulder as his other arm rested on the table, practically caging her in. She could feel his slow breaths fan across her hot cheek, and when their eyes met, she could see the same thoughts swimming in his head. 

Sitting so very close to him, she took the chance to scan his face. The freckles that littered his nose and cheeks were faint but added a certain softness to his otherwise hard features; like those sharp blue eyes currently staring her down. His skin, although smooth, was dried out from the extreme conditions he was often exposed to, creating many wrinkles he wouldn’t otherwise have. 

When their eyes met again, she couldn’t deny the sudden pull she felt towards him. She wanted nothing more than to cup his face in her hands – to feel the roughness of his beard scratch her palms – to press her lips against his, to taste the cigars he smoked so much on his tongue. Despite knowing she should, she could not look away; couldn’t break the intense eye contact they were sharing. 

He cleared his throat suddenly, eyes snapping from hers and to the half-full glass that still sat in front of her, “You done with that?” he asked, his voice deeper than before. 

Looking over at her drink, she hummed, no longer interested in the alcohol she was so happy to drink not even half an hour ago.  

He nodded almost urgently, collected the two glasses and took them to the bartender who was cleaning the bar with a white cloth. The two men exchanged pleasantries, and soon enough John was back at the table.  

“Need a lift?” he asked, hopeful.   

“You’ve been drinking,” she pointed out, her eyebrow rising as she pushed herself to her feet.  

John sent her a look, “Only one beer... and it was watered down anyway.”  

“Hm,” she hummed, grabbing her coat and putting it on, “Alright.” 

The moment she stepped outside the warm pub, she was met by the freezing evening air. It prickled on the skin of her cheeks, instantly numbing them as they walked in the direction of his car. John was a gentleman through and through, and the moment the car came into view, he rushed to open the door on the passenger’s side, letting her in with a smile on his face. The car ride was mostly quiet, with only a few words exchanged throughout and the radio filling up any silence that stretched between them.  

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but with her mind going to inappropriate places every time he reached for the gear stick – with his veins popping out and fingers gripping tightly around it - she couldn’t wait to get out of the enclosed space. She couldn’t help but wonder how those fingers would feel against her naked skin, how they would feel gripping onto her in the most inappropriate of ways. At this point, she was shamelessly ogling him, and although she was certain he could feel her gaze on him, he didn’t say a word; not a peep, not even a look spared her way. 

As much as she hoped to get out of the car, the moment he parked in front of her home, she felt nothing but disappointment. She wanted to, nay, needed him to stay with her. She needed him beside her for however long he would grant her, but this was way too early.  

The words slipped out before she could even properly process her thoughts, “Would you like to come in?” 

He stared at her for a short while, his eyes searching hers for something. She wasn’t sure what exactly, but she felt herself relax when he nodded, a breathless, “Yeah,” leaving his pink lips.  

Surrounded by the familiarity of her own home, a feeling of comfort spread throughout her. Discarding their coats and shoes, the two ventured into the warm kitchen, where silence settled upon them once more.  

“Hungry?” she eventually asked, to which he shook his head in reply, “Thirsty?” 

“No,” he slowly approached her, a soft smile gracing his features.  

He took in a deep breath upon stopping barely a foot away from her, his hand reaching up to fix a strand of hair that stuck out beside her ear. He rested his palm against her cheek then, and the warmth that radiated off his skin almost made her press further into him, to feel more of his touch.  

As his thumb began to draw invisible circles against her skin, he angled her face to lock their eyes together. He leaned forward slowly, analysing any micro-expression on her face that told him to stop, that she didn’t want this. But he found none. In fact, her eyes looked hopeful... needy almost. 

A faint gasp escaped her when the tip of his nose bumped into hers, swiping it across so that it then pressed against the apple of her cheek. His lips were like a ghost against hers, barely touching, yet still feeling their inviting presence. 

“May I?” he asked seriously, refusing to take the first step without clear permission.  

Her hands cupped his cheeks as a quiet plea escaped her lips. “Please,” she almost begged as her forehead pressed against his.  

He gave in then, and the moment their lips melted together, they released breathy sighs of relief. His lips were soft, his beard equally so which was a pleasant surprise. She expected the dark hair to dig into her skin, to burn her chin and cheeks, but the hairs were gentle, like a soft cushion against her cheek.   

What was a gentle kiss at first, quickly turned into something more. His hands eagerly transcended from her cheek, down to her neck, and eventually resting on the curve of her hips. He caged her in, the small of her back pressing against the cold of the countertop, but she felt nothing short of secure. 

His hold on her was comforting, and perhaps it was due to his role as her trusted co-worker for what felt like decades that made her feel that way, but she couldn’t deny that his presence brought her a sense of comfort. A sense of safety she didn’t often feel.  

“John,” she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips.  

He hummed in question, his lips pressing against the softness of her cheek as his hands moved underneath her top and massaged her hips with his fingertips. She hummed at the feeling and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him in even closer. 

“Not in the kitchen,” she whispered into his ear.  

He smiled against her, fingers entangling with hers as he pulled her away from the hard countertop. ‘Lead the way’ he told her with only his eyes. No words needed to be said for her to understand – to know what she was to do.  

Pulling him behind her, she took him straight to her room, where the bed looked more inviting than ever before. His hands were quick to find their way back to her hips, where he squeezed her comfortingly and pulled her flush against his chest.  

“Are you sure?” he questioned her, his brows knitting together with a certain worry.  

A soft nod, “Yeah.” 

“Not just anyone...” he repeated her earlier words whilst cupping her face lovingly.  

She smiled and pressed her lips against his own, “You’re not just anyone, John.”  

As they melted into a passionate kiss, John swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entry which he was eagerly granted. His tongue pressed against hers, tangling together in a lustful dance as a high-pitched moan rumbled through her throat. A feeling of embarrassment flooded through her at her own reaction, but before she could pull away from him and apologise, he let out a moan of his own.  

He was slow to lift her shirt up to her ribs, even as he walked her backwards until the back of her knees were pressing against her wooden bedframe. With their lips parting, and a look shared between them, he pulled the shirt off her body and threw it mindlessly across the room. She didn’t have the time to turn insecure – to cover herself up from his prying eyes – as he, too, discarded his shirt to reveal his strong chest.  

Her eyes were soon glued to the newly revealed piece of skin her eyes had never gazed upon. Littered with scars, and covered with a small amount of chest her, he was nothing short of attractive. Beautiful, she would even say.  

Grasping her hand in his, he brought her hand up to rest against the skin of his chest, then her ribcage, and finally down to his abdomen, she was met with a thick-haired happy trail. She swallowed thickly, and her eyes moved up to meet with his.  

He could see the concern clear as day in her eyes. Nervous. Heart beating at a rate it never has before.  

“It’s okay,” he assured her, his voice soothing as he reached for the zipper of her jeans.  

He pulled it down slow, his eyes never leaving hers to assure she was still comfortable, to know whether she had changed her mind. When he saw nothing on the sort, he pushed down the waist band of her jeans, one hand pushing from her hip as the mother moved to the curve of her ass until the jeans were half-way down her thighs.  

She helped him then, ridding herself of the material to leave her in only her underwear. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, admiring every piece of skin revealed to him. 

“Gorgeous,” he whispered lowly, causing a smile to bloom on her face.  

He reached for the buckle of his belt then, but before he could undo it, her soft hand stopped him from doing so. His brows knit, wondering whether she had changed her mind, but instead of telling him to stop, she reached for his waistband and began to undo his belt herself. The metal clinked loudly as she worked on it, her hands shaking as she moved on to his zipper and pulled it down to reveal the band of his boxers.  

“Lay down for me,” he told her, his thumb brushing against her cheek.  

She wordlessly did as she was told, laying down on the comfy bed as John got out of the confines of his jeans. The tent that was slowly forming on his boxers was clear, even more so as he crawled above her, his arms resting by either side of her head.  

She was first to kiss him, her lips nipping at his as their tongues met once again. Her hands, previously staying glued to his face, ventured down; she explored his body starting from his shoulders, the bumpy scar tissue thick underneath her fingers as she ventured further downward. She cherished the softness of him, the warmth that spread to her fingertips like a flame. 

Pulling away from her eager mouth, his lips travelled down to her jaw, neck, and collarbone before placing soft kisses on the soft flesh of her covered breasts. 

Her breathing turned heavier, her fingers tangling in his short hair as he reached underneath her, grabbing onto the strap on her back. The bra was pulled off without struggle, releasing her breasts from its tight hold and exposing them to his eyes.  

She felt the urge to cover herself up; to hide away from his tender eyes. His own hands beat her to it, engulfing her perk nipples with his warm palms as he kissed down the valley between them. The open-mouthed kisses he was placing just below her collarbone descended further, replacing his right hand as he began to nip at her nipple.  

She moaned at the feeling, her eyes clenching shut and back arching from the soft bed. It was as if electricity was flowing through her veins, causing hairs to stand at the back of her neck and skin to erupt in goosebumps. One of her legs lifted around his hip and her crotch lifted involuntarily. His covered cock ground into hers clothed core at the movement, and a guttural moan vibrated in his chest.  

“Fuck,” he cursed, his right hand travelling down to her clothed core. He lifted the waistband gently, his fingers digging underneath it until his soft fingertips reached her already swollen clitoris.  

“John,” she cried at the feeling. Her thighs moved in an attempt to close around his wrist, but only wrapped around his waist instead.  

His finger moved in slow circles around her bud, the pressure slowly increasing as her breathless moans turned harsher; faster as the feeling spread throughout her body.  

“Relax,” he whispered, feeling her tense underneath him at the unfamiliar feeling.  

“I’m Sorry,” she replied, swallowing hard when he moved back up to look her in the eyes, “I’ve never-” 

His brows furrowed at her embarrassed expression, “Finished?” he asked, to which he nodded, “Not even by yourself?” 

“I-,” he took in a deep breath as his fingers ceased their movements, “I’m not sure how.” 

John hummed at her answer. Pressing a quick kiss against her lips, he moved to sit on his knees, staring into her eyes as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of her underwear. Receiving a small nod from her, he pulled the material down her legs until she was completely bare in front of him.  

Her core glistened from the arousal that slowly leaked out of her, wetting her labia with a shiny coat. He pressed a kiss against her knee, muttering soft praises as he moved closer and closer to her throbbing clit.  

“Relax for me, yeah?” he said, and although she wasn’t sure whether she would be able to, she sent him a nod.  

He wasted no time pressing his lips against her clit, softly sucking on the sensitive flesh as his fingers moved to spread her lips apart. The wet sound that echoed from this movement had her almost cringing, but when a finger pushed past her entrance, she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips.  

Her fingers pulled at his hair as his finger began to pump in and out, in and out, in and out. His lips were relentless, kissing and sucking on the most sensitive part of her with newfound vigour before another finger was pushed inside of her.  

“John,” she called as a strange feeling erupted in her stomach and her walls began to clench around him.  

“That’s it, love,” he complimented, the vibrations of his voice pulling a loud whine out of her, “Doing so well for me.” 

“John, I-” her thighs clenched around his face and before she knew it, her back was arching from the bed and the knot that formed in her stomach finally broke, coating his finger and tongue with a thin liquid.  

His movements didn’t cease, but the pumping got slower, milking her orgasm as she slowly came down from her high. He swallowed the fluid that covered his tongue and licked his lips before crawling back up to place a deep kiss on her lips. 

She groaned at the taste on his tongue, her own arousal filling her tastebuds. “How was that?” he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.  

“Good,” she said, unsure how else to reply.  

“Yeah?” she nodded, “Good. D’you want to continue, or-” 

“Yes,” she cut him off, “Please.” 

“Have you got any condoms?” he asked hopeful, to which she nodded and wordlessly reached for her bedside table.  

“A joke from a friend,” she whispered, handing him the untouched pack. 

He hummed, pulling out and placing the latex along his length. “Cruel joke,” he commented and placed himself back between her thighs.  

She only smiled, and then gazed between her legs to take a peek at his hardened length. Her eyes visibly widened, nervousness suddenly proving her speechless. 

“Hey,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against her temple, “If it’s too much, you tell me, and I’ll stop.” 

“Okay,” she whispered back, cradling his face. 

He simply smiled and took his length into his hand, guiding it up and down her slit to coat the tip of the condom with her orgasm. The mere feeling of his cock pressing against her caused her eyes to close, and fingers reach for his own.  

He granted her the comfort, entangling their fingers together as he began to push into her. Despite her previous orgasm relaxing her walls, the sting of pressure as he entered her was still present. It wasn’t painful per se, but the pressure was not comfortable either.  

He cooed into her ear, whispering sweet nothings to soothe her until be bottomed out inside her. No inch of him was left, the tip of his covered cock kissing her cervix as whilst he waited for her to adjust to his size.  

One of her legs moved up to his waist, the other being pushed up by John himself until her feet were locked together on his back. He pushed even deeper then, and she moaned at the pleasant feeling when he pushed into her.  

“Please,” she begged, her own hips rocking against him to stimulate some friction.  

He was happy to provide her with what she needed, pulling almost completely out of her before thrusting back in. She could only mewl at the feeling, her hands reaching for him and pulling him close as he thrusted into her. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and thighs squeezed his waist as he peppered loving kisses along the expanse of her throat.  

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him ever so close as she tugged on his short hair. His beard tickled her skin, but at that moment she could pay it no mind, much too focused on the feeling of his going moving in and out of her wet entrance. The slick sounds echoed in the room, and though she felt embarrassed by them earlier, right now they only added to the arousal that was slowly building up in her stomach once again.  

She hadn’t expected for her second orgasm to approach her so soon, but from how John moaned and picked up his pace at the feeling of her clenching walls, she could tell he was not complaining. His fingers reached between both their bodies, and as if the penetration was not enough, he began to rub harshly against her clit, spreading the wetness that covered her skin.  

“John-” she whined, her legs holding him more securely against her, “Harder-” 

He grunted in her ear as his hand slammed against the pillow by her head. His hips increased their pace per her request and his tip began to slam against her cervix harder than it had before. Not too hard, careful not to cause her any discomfort as he changed the pace.  

The sudden change seemed to finally throw her off the edge, and with a harsh clench of her walls, she came around his still thrusting cock. John was not too far behind her, as his thrusts soon began to turn sloppy. Her spasming walls guided him through it, and with one last, deep thrust he came inside the latex condom that separated them. 

Their breathing was harsh as they attempted to catch their breaths and calm down their heartbeats. John kissed her once more, this time much softer – gentler – than he had before, and slowly pulled out of her.  

She whined at the loss of contact, hands and legs attempting to keep him in place, but he just laughed, and assured her he would come back in just a second.  

And he did. After throwing away the used condom, he returned with a cloth wet with warm water, and wiped the stickiness that was smeared on her inner thighs and her puffy lips. He disappeared once again then, getting rid of the cloth and returning to her, where she was now laying underneath a thick duvet.  

His arms wrapped securely around her waist in a comforting embrace. “About that Leave,” he began, gaining her attention, “How about instead of sleeping... we get dinner some day?” 

She turned to look into his eyes, “Are you asking me out on a date?” 

“I am,” he confirmed with a large grin, “So?” 

“I’d like that,” she admitted, “a lot.” 

“A date it is, then,” he muttered, pressing one last kiss against the crown of her head before they both drifted off to sleep.  

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[cookiepie111]

Hmmm there's just something about price, he screams has a black girlfriend. He is the white boy that black girls date. Tell me he doesn't look like all those grooms in Nigerian weddings. All smiley and happy in his little native clothes

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Imagine 141 & Konig walking home late at night with their gf and as soon as they find themselves near an empty park or a more isolated street, some jerk with a knife / gun tries to rob them. Even worse, he threatens to hurt the SO in even worse ways if they don't comply. Will they avoid violence and cooperate or go Rambo mode on the man? Thank you very much.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾

Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! reader

Oh YES. I feel like Simon and König would go fully violence mode. Like, they wouldn’t even hesitate to jump this man because how dare he threaten you? Price would try to solve the problem but as soon as he sees it doesn’t get better he would literally break that man. They’re way too protective over you and would absolutely destroy anyone that dares to touch you or even threaten you.

Thank you for the ask I hope you enjoy lovelies 🩷

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König

As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the darkened streets, you walked alongside König, feeling safe in his presence. The night air was cool and the sound of your footsteps echoed softly as you made your way home. But how were you supposed to know that you guys were being followed by someone with not so good intentions?

As you neared a secluded park or an empty street, a man emerged from the shadows, brandishing a knife or a gun with malicious intent. Panic surged through your veins and fear threatened to overwhelm your senses.

"Give me the woman. Now." the man‘s voice was deep and filled with danger

But in that moment, König's protective instincts surged forth like a tidal wave. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and without a moment's hesitation, he stepped in front of you, a shield against the impending danger.

"You" König's voice carried a steely determination, "will not harm her. Not while I'm here."

The man laughed in a maniac way and the tension in the air grew palpable as the assailant's gaze shifted from you to König. A battle of wills ensued, as the predator met the match in the form of a soldier who refused to back down. König's stance exuded confidence, a silent promise that he would not allow him to harm you.

With a swift motion, König moved, disarming the threat. His movements were precise, a testament to his training and unwavering dedication to protect those he cared for.

As the confrontation reached its climax, König's determination prevailed, overpowering that man. With a final blow, he incapacitated the threat, ensuring your safety and ending the ordeal.

Breathing heavily, König turned his attention to you, his eyes filled with concern. He reached out, gently cradling your face, his touch a balm to the frayed edges of your nerves.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with an underlying intensity.

You nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding your being. In that moment, you realized that he had risked his own safety to protect you, fighting with everything he had to protect you.

You wrapped yourself in his comforting embrace, as a thank you, since the shock didn’t leave your body. And with a soft sigh he patted your head, reassuring your safety.

Simon Riley

The night was dark and quiet as Simon walked alongside you, the two of you engrossed in conversation, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. Your laughter echoed through the empty streets, filling the air with a sense of warmth and joy.

But as fate would have it, you found yourselves near an empty park. And you guys didn’t see someone following you. Suddenly, a menacing figure emerged from the darkness, brandishing a weapon and pointing it at you specifically.

"Your bag. Now. And you little boyfriend, stay where you are. Or she gets it!" Fear gripped your heart, but Simon's protective instincts kicked in. His eyes narrowed, his muscles tensed. He didn’t move but he kept his cold gaze on the man who was in a very bad shape. He couldn’t stay still and was scratching the arm that is holding the gun and his head. His eyes were red and you could tell that he would immediately shoot you if Simon moved.

"You don’t want to do this mate. Leave now. Don’t tempt me" Simon‘s voice was filled with pure anger and hate. If he had the chance, he would jump him right now. But he couldn’t risk it. He knew that this man would pull the trigger at you. So he didn’t move.

"I‘m not your mate. Do as I say, bitch." the mans focus was on you now and Simon took the chance to push you to the ground. The mans reaction response was slow but he still pulled the trigger which left you in shock. You couldn’t move and Simon‘s heart was breaking into a million pieces at the sight of you being shocked and scared. But he had to protect you first. He would comfort you as soon as he took down the threat. He was too focused on you that he didn’t feel the bullet that pierced into his arm.

With swift and calculated movements, Simon ran towards him, using every skill he possessed to just knock out the man so the police could deal with him. He ignored the burning in his arm and with only one punch he send the man to a sweet slummer.

Breathing heavily, Simon turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and concern. He reached out, his hands gentle and steady, offering you a reassuring touch. In that simple gesture, you felt his unwavering support and knew that you were not alone. "You’re okay now, sweetheart. Look at me"

"Simon. Your arm" you whispered, still in shock. Your eyes were wide but his eyes were so soft.

“I‘m okay, love. Nothing I can’t handle. Come here" he took you in his arms and called the police and price to report what just happened. You couldn’t do anything but hug him tight and hold his bloody arm so he doesn’t lose any more blood. And that’s everything he needs right now. Now that you’re safe, he doesn’t care what happens next.

John MacTavish

You walked beside John and your steps echoing through the quiet streets. The world seemed serene, a peaceful respite from the chaos that defined your lives.

As you reached a desolate park, a sudden chill crept up your spine. Out of the darkness emerged a figure, a sinister glint in their eyes, accompanied by the chilling sound of a knife being unsheathed or the cold presence of a gun.

Panic seized your heart as the assailant's threats hung heavy in the air. Their intentions were clear…your possessions, your safety and even your life were at stake. But amidst the terror that threatened to consume you, John's presence remained steadfast, his gaze unyielding.

"Your bag. Now." The mans voice was loud and clear which left you paralyzed on the spot, next to John.

In that moment, John's cold gaze met the man's eyes, his voice firm and commanding. "You've made a grave mistake, lad," he said, his tone carrying an air of authority that sent shivers down the man’s spine.

With a steely resolve, John refused to back down, knowing that surrendering to fear would only empower the assailant further. He stood tall, his body radiating strength and determination.

"I suggest you leave" John continued, his voice carrying a weight that left no room for negotiation. "Or you'll find yourself in a position you don’t even want to imagine."

Fear crept into the man‘s eyes as they glimpsed the unwavering determination etched upon John's face. Their confidence wavered and doubt crept into their mind. In that moment, the man‘s weapon trembled in their grasp, his initial aggression diminished by the mere presence of John's unwavering resolve.

Sensing the retreat, John took a step forward, his voice a low growl. "Leave now, and count yourself lucky that you encountered me instead of someone with less restraint."

As if awoken from a trance, the man scrambled to escape the grip of fear that gripped his heart. With haste, he fled into the night, disappearing into the depths from which he had emerged.

As the adrenaline began to subside, John turned his attention to you, his expression softened by a mixture of concern and relief. He enveloped you in a protective embrace, his arms a fortress that offered solace and reassurance.

In the aftermath of the harrowing encounter, John's words washed over you, a soothing balm for your shaken spirit. "You're safe," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine care. "I won't let anyone harm you."

John Price

John walked alongside you, his protective presence a comforting shield against the darkness, and his mission now is getting you home safe. As you strolled through the quiet city, unaware of the impending danger lurking nearby, a sense of calm enveloped both of you.

However, fate had a different plan in store. As you neared an empty park a figure emerged from the shadows. Their face concealed, a glimmer of malice danced in their eyes, a knife held menacingly in his grasp. Fear gripped your heart as he spoke but your shock blocked every single word that came out of his mouth.

John, never one to back down in the face of danger, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with resolve. He refused to allow anyone to harm you, to subject you to their wicked whims. With a voice dripping in authority, he tried to intimidate the assailant, hoping to scare them away. But as the seconds ticked by, it became evident that words were not enough to dissuade the desperate individual standing before you. The threat loomed, and John's protective instincts surged within him like a raging tempest.

Without hesitation, he sprang into action, his muscles with years of training and experience. With a fast strike, he delivered a powerful punch that connected with precision, rendering the man‘s unconscious. The danger swiftly subsided, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins refused to relent.

As the man lay unconscious, John turned his attention to you, his eyes filled with concern. He gathered you into his strong, reassuring embrace, offering solace and comfort amidst the chaos that had unfolded. His touch spoke volumes, silently conveying that you were safe now, that he would protect you with every fiber of his being.

Kyle Garrick

You walked alongside Kyle, the night sky casting a veil of darkness over the streets. The two of you were talking about his recent conversation he had with Price about how he sees life and the comforting weight of his arm around your shoulders makes you feel safe.

As you neared an empty park, Kyle saw a man coming out behind a tree and in his hand, he brandished a weapon, a stark reminder of the danger that loomed before you.

Fear coursed through your veins as the man‘s demands echoed in the night. "Both of you. Your wallets. Now!" Your heart was pounded in your chest and you instinctively hide behind Kyle.

"Fuck off, man. You think you can scare us like that?" Kyle tried to scare off the man but he clearly didn’t give a fuck. "I‘m serious man. Leave or I‘ll make you leave" Kyle‘s voice is getting colder and he clearly is getting impatient. The man stood still, not saying a single word.

In a split second, Kyle got too impatient and with a swift movement, he delivered a powerful punch, his fist connecting with the man‘s jaw, sending him falling backward. The man's grip on his weapon faltered, the threat momentarily subdued.

As the man crumpled to the ground, Kyle wasted no time in rushing to your side, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace. The adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you clung to him, finding solace in the strength and love that radiated from his presence.

"It's okay, you're safe now," Kyle whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in your mind. His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back, grounding you in the reality that you were no longer in danger.

[divine--serenity]

euthanasia for this man istg

tw: somno and breaking+entering!!

ex husband! price but he’s legally dead. as in you think he’s KIA :( and he breaks in through the window and when you start crying about the ghost’s needing to leave you alone !!! he comforts you by sitting you on his very real dick🤕 and when you start whining and crying abt how he’s hurt you for faking his death he rolls his eyes and shuts you up by thrusting harder :/ he’s so mean esp if you thought that he’d leave his pretty lil toy of a wife behind

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Accidentally Hitting Their S/O - Part 2

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Word Count: 533 | Read it on AO3 | Part 1 | Event List

Featuring: John Price, Phillip Graves, and Simon Riley.

John would be completely oblivious. He's in the kitchen, reaching for various spices. He had wanted to make you dinner for tonight. He looks at one, putting it back, trying to find the right one while the food is cooking. You decided to walk up behind him to surprise him, and he accidentally elbows you in the face. He's quick to turn around and see what he has hit. He didn't expect you to be right there beside him.

"I'm so sorry, love. Are you alright?"

He asks as he gently puts a hand on your arm. He had thought about grabbing and pulling you up, wanting to lift you up off the ground, but he didn't want to hurt you further. So he just kind of stands there until you grab his hand, then he helps you up. His attention was solely on you, checking to make sure you were fine and getting you what you needed. The food might be burnt, but his concern was for you.

Phillip had got up to use the bathroom sometime in the night. You weren't aware he had left. You were still tired after just waking up. The dim lights provided barely enough light for you to make your way to the bathroom. Phillip finished up and opened the door, walking straight into you. He let out a scream and punched you. You also screamed, but instead, you called his name.

"What?" He asked loudly. He turned back to the bathroom and turned on the light so you both could see.

"What are you doing on the floor?" He asked as he helped you up off the floor. He had a worried look on his face as he continued to hold your shoulders.

"I was trying to go to the bathroom before you attacked me!"

He bit his lip and nodded. "I'm so sorry… I… I didn't mean to."

He would go get you some ice and pain medicine while you used the bathroom.

Simon was a pretty hard person to scare. When he left the bed early in the morning, it was still dark out. He was only partially asleep. You didn't know Simon had left the bed when you woke up. You sat up in the bed and swung your legs out, taking a moment to rub your eyes before heading to the bathroom. Simon walked out, and you both collided with one another. You had little time to process anything that happened before you were pressed against the wall and a hand on your neck. The other option would have been to wrap his arm around your neck, but instead, he opted for the hand to the throat option.

"Y/N?" Simon asked.

You blinked a couple of times, gathering your thoughts. You struggled to think of something, so you simply replied with

"Yeah?"

"Sorry." He said as he released his grip from you and put a gentle hand on your shoulder before removing his hand.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he looked at you.

"Yeah, I was just trying to use the bathroom."

It was unlikely that you had any injuries, and there would be no bruising in the morning.

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[ghost-with-a-teacup]

short blurb about being a brat, and captain john price fixing your attitude:

"Come here, sweetheart,"John says, a hand outstretched for you to take.

But you weren't willing to be compliant, he had ignored you all day, brushing you off in favour of work.

Was it reasonable? Absolutely. He was a busy man with big responsibilities.

Did that matter?

Absolutely not.

"No." you say simply.

Immediately his eyes darken, and you can feel the familiar heat pool in your stomach.

"I won't ask you a second time, princess," he says, giving you an out.

"That's fine with me, I'm perfectly happy where I am," you say with a smug grin, pretending to check your nails absentmindedly before meeting his gaze again.

His words hung in the air unspoken; "You want to play this game? Let's play."

In 2 broad steps he was in front of you, grasping your hand before yanking you close, warm breath fanning over your face as he leaned in.

"Feeling bratty today, huh? Let's fix that," he says, before his fingers make their way to your throat. Never squeezing, but it was enough to make your head spin.

That was all it took: a reminder he had you right where he wanted.

a/n: did i write this in my lecture hall? absolutely. (convocation hall anyone?)

[horangislittletiger99]

Imma say it

Price looks like the cross between a Dilf and a Bear

[artemeow]

I'm a filthy filthy animal. I just know that dbf!Price will treat me right. Just 1am thoughts.

Also I can't write for shit and I'm desperate and in need of getting dicked down

Corruption kink!!? Age gap (legal)!!! He guilts himself

He's a honorable man. He's a great guy. That's what he tries to tell himself when he watches as you, his friends daughter, bends over to lift her pen from the floor. You must be teasing him, right? Or he just imagines things...the way these skimpy shorts hug your ass in the most delicious way.

He looks at the seam of the shorts for much longer than he's supposed to. Unconsciously, he licks his lips when he notices the way your hips sway or a small wet patch shows up on your shorts...exactly where your tight wet cunt is.

He manages to turn away moments before your father walks into the room and starts chatting with him. They chat about work and military and other boring stuff.

Later that night, when he's back home, he fists his swollen covk on the thought of ruining his friends daughter. He imagines you in all the positions he could put you in. You're so innocent and naive. He'll teach you everything he knows. He has more experience, after all.