#captain john price x y/n

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Imagine having bear!Price all to yourself

you don't have to, here let me show you instead

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obsessed — john price ft. 141

kinktober day 1: public sex (w/ ale, rudy, gaz, soap + ghost)

posting this prematurely because @megbimbo (my daddy) brought me cod vault and i need to suck them off

tags: public sex (exhibition, shocker), orgasm denial, light panty stuff, creampie, claiming, all that good good, light homoeroticism, gaz is a funny guy idc, accidental soap bashing rofl

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“This is what happens when you eye up my girl.” He started, speaking sternly, his hand wrapped possessively around my waist as I wore the most revealing outfit I owned at his command; he grabbed one hand and spun me around with a soft grin on his face, dancing me around as a ‘humble’ brag.

The soldiers surrounding him seemed uneasy by the unknown. They were afraid of their ‘punishment’, most of them quickly averted their eyes from the outfit that left not a lot to the imagination.

I took my seat on the coffee table in his quarters. The lads were conned into coming over for something considerably less crude, something or other to do with catching up and drinks, implied by the glasses of whiskey with melting ice and the calmness increasingly leaving the atmosphere. The Captain took a slow stroke of my hair, his hand cupping my cheek and angling my face to look up at him. The men sat there uncomfortably, knowing that they’d be unable to leave until they were officially dismissed.

“She’s just so gorgeous, ain’t she?” He hummed.

The room was filled with a dreaded silence, and they all hesitated to respond, exchanging glances in an attempt to figure out what the correct answer was.

“I asked something.” He snapped. “Come on, haven’t got all fuckin’ day.”

“Yes.” Simon responded with a nod, gesturing to the others with command on what he felt was the right way to go about this tricky situation. “She is gorgeous.”

“Yeah, what he said.” They began to agree in unison, hoping that the Ghost would guide them out of this since it was like walking through a minefield, though some would agree that a minefield would be less stressful.

Price furrowed his eyebrows, circling around the coffee table like a hawk, attempting to intimidate the men. “How gorgeous?” He spoke to the Sergeants, avoiding Simon’s gaze as he attempted to weasel the group out of Price’s game. He knew that Simon was figuring it out quickly, almost too quickly.

Simon and Mactavish, who seemingly shared a glance, attempting to connect dots. Soap silently spoke to his Lieutenant, airing his suspicions, and Simon responded with a ‘down, boy’ as they both realised what was actually happening, Soap deduced it quickly, and the other was afraid to be incorrect in his assumptions, not airing it aloud until it was certain, though their mutual conclusion made them both more confident in their chances of being correct.

Alejandro and Rodolfo shared a knowing glance also, lowering their voices and dipping their heads as they had their own private discussion. “¿Estás bromeando? ¿Qué decimos?”, “No lo sé, hace cosas raras.” They quickly spoke as the others shrunk under Price’s gaze, his back to them as he paid little attention to their conversation. “Tal vez deberíamos habernos quedado en México.” They mutually agreed.

“Most gorgeous I’ve ever seen.” Soap spoke up, using his Lieutenants guidance. Mactavish knew that if his Lieutenant thought it was the right thing to do, especially when it comes to Price, it most likely was.

“Maybe too gorgeous..” Kyle snickered to himself with implication, trying to relieve the tension in the air. Everyone was afraid of whatever the Captain was planning — and Kyle was the only one willing to test him despite his respect for him. He was, for the most part, in the know but he hadn’t put it together the same way that Riley and Mactavish did.

Captain Price and Kyle shared a knowing look, and John knew that he’d been figured out by enough of them that he could push forward.

“Baby..” He cooed, turning me to face him again, grabbing my face harshly and making me look at Kyle, his other hand drifted down to the bottom of the skimpy shirt, lifting it up slowly, letting it bunch up above my chest. “Show them your pretty tits.” 

His hands palmed at the lace bra, a smug look plastered on his face as the other men were unsure how to respond. Their faces flushed with nervousness, unsure if they should be watching or not, though as the scene progressed, they were more comfortable in their shamelessness. 

“Lo retiro. Me gusta aquí en Estados Unidos.” 

“Hold up your skirt for me.” John spoke again, I followed his instructions and he spread my legs. He turned his head to face the other men. “Any of you lads wanna see how wet her cunt is?”

Kyle tries to stand up from his seat, his intentions not entirely clear, though Rudy and Alejandro grab him and pull him back down quickly, not patient enough to deal with his practical jokes and firmly held him in place. Price knew Simon wouldn’t volunteer on his own, so he raised his eyebrow at Mactavish. He squinted back, and John gave a slight smirk. He manhandled me, swerving my body around so my spread legs faced the iconic duo, though the small couch meant they all got the perfect view

Their eyes were glued at the wet patch forming on the white panties.

“Mierda.” Alejandro choked out. “Joder, Rudy—”

“Justo contigo.”

Simon was entranced, but was the only one able to drag his eyes away from the view, even if only momentarily. “Captain..” He started. “Could I ask.. What’s the damn point of this?”

“The point?” He questioned, positioning himself on the table behind me, letting the boys get an amicable view of the woman he was graciously claiming in front of their eyes. His hands continued to palm at my bra, he was greedy with want, ‘subtly’ displaying his intent.

“What’re you trying to get at?”

He smirked, one of his hands falling down and rubbing at the wetness. “Like you can’t figure that out?” He shrugged, slipping his fingers under the waistband and sliding in with ease. “You must think I’m stupid, I know how you all act, you want ‘er for yourselves.”

His words were met with awkward silence which worked as an admission of guilt. He had a smug grin, knowing he’d caught them red handed, and they processed what this truly meant. My face flushed red, turning my head to the side and biting my lip as the eyes on my body doubled in size, even Simon was getting some form of enjoyment out of it. It was arousing, yet I couldn’t help but attempt to restrain myself.

“Why so shy, baby girl?”

“Mhm, they’re watching.” I mumbled back, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the men despite the temptation.

“That’s the point.” He whispered, leaning in to press a kiss into my neck, letting his beard scratch at my nape. He began moving his hands more graciously, speaking sweetly and planning deviously. “C’mon, moan for me, princess. Put on a show.”

“Ah, fuck, John—” I moaned out.

“That’s cruel.” Mactavish commented with a grim expression.

“Keep goin’, princess.” He laughed softly, making me squirm under his fingers. “Want me to take your panties off? Show ‘em how your cunt clenches around my fingers?”

“Por favor.” Alejandro and Rodolfo pleaded in mutual agreeance once again. “Por favor buena coño. muéstranos?”

“You’re sick, Price.” Simon spoke, though his eyes didn’t leave the conjoinance. John, the other one, simply frowned, knowing he had to hear the sweet sounds of his name being moaned, and yet it’s not even for him. Both duos simply held their breaths, trying to keep their cool, the other man was unreadable, letting the lust behind his eyes be the only emotion he displayed, he respected Price, but there’s only so much strength a man could hold.

“You’re sick.” John spoke firmly. “Thinkin’ about my girl like this, just givin’ you what you want.” He spat. “Watching you’s get hard in y’fuckin’ pants at the sight.”

“Like it’s our fault?” Mactavish spat back.

“John—”

“Like that!” He growled. “You think I’m not meant to find that fuckin’ sexy?”

“Oi, settle.” Simon interrupted with a demanding bark.

Price furrowed his eyebrows, retracting his fingers and smearing the slickness onto my thigh, letting it glimmer under the dim light. He lifted my hips enough for him to slide the panties off, tossing them at the jealous Sergeant.

“He’s right, you know?” Kyle spoke up, knowing better than to get aggressive when he’s being treated to such a view, but he had to agree with him. His eyes flicked into the panties that Soap held in his hand.

He let out a smug huff of amusement, lifting my hips enough so I was kneeled on the table. The group of men heard the sound of a zipper, and a collective group of inward, jealous groans became audible very quickly.

“Dios mio—”

“Fuckin’ hell, Price.”

They kept their mouths shut beyond that, watching as he tugged at his pants. He stroked his cock liberally, pressing a kiss into the neck. “They act like this is cruel, yet they’re still watchin’, baby, they wanna see how I fuck you.” He hummed.

“You’re— Shit, John, I—”

“That’s my girl.” He cursed, lining himself up as he pushed himself into the slickness, grinning at the way the men’s eyes watched on in awe, inward groans at the way I swallowed him whole.

Their pants were tented, and through fuzzy thoughts and half-lidded eyes, it was clear to tell that they were fighting the urge to get themselves off, but they knew Price wouldn’t let them live another day if they did.

“John. Move, please, need—”

He hummed, grabbing onto my hips and moving me against him. “Of course, princess.” He leant his head on my shoulder, his eyes darting around the other men. “You like my cock?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Let them know who this pussy belongs to, princess.”

“Yours.” I praised, whining and closing my eyes. “Right there.”

“Louder.”

“John, yours”

“Louder.” He spoke sternly, his hand dipping to rub sweet circles. “Come on, say it louder.”

“It’s yours, John!” I cried out, 

“I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” Mactavish mumbled with a sour tone, glancing over at Simon and the other men as he stuffed the panties into his pocket. He leaned back, trying to get comfortable as the view tormented his eyes. 

“A few minutes ago you were all for it, what changed, Johnny?”

“You know what, you fuckin’ bastard.” He spoke coldly. “Ale is fuckin’ droolin’, Rudy’s eyes are the size of his fuckin’ head and Gaz is.. Gaz, yet you’re tormenting me?”

“I don’t see you actin’ as well trained as Simon.” He joked. “How is it, princess? Feel you clenchin’, you like them watchin’? Bickering over you?”

“Mhm, yeah, it’s— Yeah!” I nodded enthusiastically as he continued the actions on my clit. He pressed a soft kiss behind my ear, pulling my bra down enough for my breasts to pop out from the fabric. “Ah, fuck, John—”

“Baby, don’t you think he deserves a break from your teasing?”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, John, ‘m just so close.” I whined.

“Already?” He hummed. “You just like putting on a show? They’re desperate for you.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, yeah, love putting on a show.”

“God, look how wet she is.” Rudy finally spoke up after his long silence. “Fuckin’ creaming on his dick.”

His grip on my hips pushed forward, making me bend over slightly as he kept thrusting into me, hitting the right spot, relishing in the squelching noise that filled the room as the stickiness covered the thighs of his cargo pants. “God, close.”

“I know.” He purred, his hand glued to my clit. “Simon, you’ve been quiet.”

He gritted his teeth. “I know just as well as you, this is a punishment.” He hissed. “I’m not dumb enough to indulge in how bad I want her. You’re claiming her.”

“Smart lad.”

“And she’s liking it.” One of the men pointed out, they were all painfully jealous (and painfully erect at the sight), but they knew this is what happens when Price owns something; this is what they get for wanting to touch his girl in a way that only he should be able to.

I whined, clutching onto his arms. “John— I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna?” He slowed his movements, keeping it methodical enough, careful to not let me spill over the edge. 

“Gonna cum, gonna—”

“Ask nicely, baby, too busy being all cockdrunk for me that you forgot how this works.”

“Please, baby, let me cum, I wanna cum so bad.” I choked out a cry as I tried to push back on him, needing the extra friction.

“Don’t ask me.” He cooed. “Ask them.”

I sobbed around his cock. “Please, please, let me cum.” I struggled to keep my eyes open enough to look at them.

“They have names.”

“Mhm!” I choked out. “Who?”

“Go down the line.” He breathed, beginning to chase his own orgasm more selfishly, it still wasn’t enough pressure for me to unravel, but his harsh thrusts didn’t help the fuzzy, cloudy feeling. 

“Ale— Fuck, please, please.” I threw my head back. “Alejandro, please.”

He let out a low groan with a weak nod. “I need to watch you. I.. Cum, gorgeous, you can cum.” He swallowed thickly, cutting himself shortly from becoming a rambling mess, taking Rileys words into consideration as he spoke.

“Rudy?” I cried out, my mind all fuzzy. 

Rodolfo glanced at Price, his mind lingering on what the Ghost said, just like Alejandro and just like the others. “You can, Princesa.” He spoke, attempting to stay calm enough where he didn’t rile himself up while using their Captains pet name for me in a condescending way, trying to reclaim what little power he could.

“You gotta use your words.” Price spoke up. “You can do that, can’t you?”

“Fuck, Gaz—”

“It’s Kyle.” He interrupted with a shit-eating grin.

“Please, Kyle, I.. mhm, say..”

“Can barely get your words out, doll.”

“Please!” I snapped, jerking upwards, pushing myself back on Price harshly, seeing white and feeling a sob rise from my throat at the desperation. “Say it, please!”

“Say that you can cum? That I allow you to?” I nodded frantically, and he bit his lip. “God, he really is claiming her. Such a good fucking girl, go on, doll, I’ll let you cum, you got my vote.” He teased relentlessly.

“Thank you! Thank you! Need.. Johnny—”

“Not him.” Price interrupted. John huffed in annoyance, crossing his arms but biting his tongue, restraining the urge to snap at his Captain.

“Mhm.. Simon?”

“You’re up to Simon, yes.” He mocked lightly as a gentle reminder to use my words.

“Simon? Please? You’re all I need, please.”

He glared up at Price. “How bad do you want it?”

“So fuckin’ bad, Simon, please, I can’t...”

He sighed. “Yeah, you can cum.” He spoke, careful to not overstep with the Captain like the others were.

“You heard them, baby.” John cooed again. “Make a sweet mess for me. You’re trembling, princess, you’re right there for me.”

“Just a bit more, please, more!” I begged, letting it wash over me when he added slightly more pressure to my clit, working me right back up to the edge. “Oh, shit, John, ah—” I sobbed, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. 

He mouthed at my shoulder, leaving lazy kisses. “Oh, fuck.” He choked. “Milkin’ m’cock, so sweet.” His eyes were half-lidded as he felt his orgasm impend closer, though he made a point to bask in the look on their faces.

I tensed up, spasming around him. “So good, so good.” I nodded helplessly, eyes clenched shut, momentarily forgetting that people were watching us. “John, baby—”

After the comedown, I slumped forward, going limp in his arms. His quick reaction time was beyond useful as he reached forward to grab me, supporting my weight in his strong arms. “God, ‘m gonna cum, princess. Want it inside?” He spoke smugly, eyeing up the others.

“Yes, yes!” I panted

“Even in front of the lads?”

“Yes, want it inside. Please, John!”

He thrusted harshly a few last times. “I’m right there, baby.” He praised, briefly ignoring the other men so he could feel the warmth around him, to let his orgasm wash over him without the worry of the prying eyes that were trying to memorise and suck in every detail of what was happening in front of them. “Keep sayin’ my name.”

“John, please, need it, c’mon, John, ’m your good girl, need you—”

His breathing picked up pace. “That’s it, that’s it. Take it, princess, that’s it.” He groaned, thrusting a few more times before his pace faltered, spilling his cum inside of me with breathy moans. “That’s my girl, my girl.”

His smug grin returned to his face as he caught his breath, he pressed another kiss on my neck, pulling out and tucking his dick away as he held me in place firmly against him, his embrace was evidently possessive.

“Johnny..” I sighed, leaning into him and closing my thighs tightly, clenching myself in an attempt to keep him inside me.

“Mhm, I got you.” He hummed, fixing my bra and pulling my shirt down to cover my chest again.

“You’re a dick, Cap.” Mactavish finally commented, furrowing his eyebrows. “Gaz was wankin’ to you’s.” He snitched, crossing his arms, frustrated.

“No I wasn’t, fuckin’ snitch.” Kyle snapped back, pulling his hand away from his pants, granted, he wasn’t ‘wanking’, but he was palming himself so points for being close enough, he sat back annoyed and crossed his arms.

Simon stood up. “We’re done here.” He spoke. “They’re done, we’re leaving.” He spoke, announcing to the other soldiers that were overstaying their welcome. “Talking to you, Sergeants.” 

“You’re dismissed.” John approved, picking me up and getting ready to take care of his girl.

They all stood up quickly, preparing to escort themselves out as fast as they could, though having to walk slowly in the small quarters. They attempted to avoid eye contact, letting the previous situation linger in the air.

Simon took the lead, getting off the wide couch first. “Let’s go.” He called out, with Mactavish already following behind obediently. “No fighting or else.” He warned.

Alejandro and Rudolfo stood up and shared another glance with another conversation they kept to themselves as they left just as fast eagerly. “Eso fue...algo más...”, “¡lo sé!”,

“¿Crees que volverá a suceder?”

“Si tenemos suerte..” He spoke with a nervous laugh.

[daisies-daydreams]

Under the Desk (John Price x F!Reader)

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Oral Sex (M!Receiving), Semi-Public Sex, Swearing, Spanking, Hair Pulling Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Just a little something I wrote while I'm working on a few requests. 👅💦

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You squealed as you wrapped your arms around Price's thick neck. A small squelch erupted from your lips as he thrusted his tongue inside of your mouth. A small jolt of electricity shot through you as your clothed sex bushed against his stiffening cock. The action earned you an eager squeeze to your bum, your boyfriend’s hand kneading the flesh in his rough palms. Price parted lips with you, his chest heaving as he gazed at you with blown pupils.

“Get under the desk, sweet girl. You know what to do,” Price rumbled, his wet lips dancing over yours. You nodded, your hands trailing down his t-shirt as he pulled back in his office chair. You gave a harsh grind of your hips one more time, savoring how he gasped at the friction. You slowly slid off of his lap, maintaining eye contact the whole trip down. Price stared at you through half-lidded eyes as you shuffled onto your knees, your hands working at his belt.

Price pulled out one of the desk drawers and fished a fresh cigar out. He flinched when your fingers slowly pulled down the elastic of his blue boxers. His hard cock jumped out of his pants, the red tip dripping with precum. You licked your lips, taking his burning hot shaft into one of your hands as you pumped it slowly. Price grunted as he flicked his lighter, setting the tip of his cigar ablaze. He puffed at it a few times before releasing a stream of smoke from his nostrils.

“That’s a good girl,” Price praised as you continued to stroke up and down his length. He inhaled another drag of smoke, only to nearly choke on it when you kissed the tip of his cock. “Bloody fuck,” he groaned when you swirled your warm tongue around his plump, bulbous head. His balls ached as you worked your hands in tandem with your tongue. You raised his dick before licking a stripe from the base all the way up to his leaking tip.

“Fuck, lovie,” Price grunted as he shallowly bucked his hips. You sighed and closed your eyes as he slid his hand down to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. He puffed at his cigar again as he massaged at your scalp.

You moaned around his cock, taking it an inch deeper into your wet cavern. You let your hands fall to his inner thighs as you shifted closer, allowing him to sink in even further.

“That’s right-use your mouth just the way I like,” he rumbled, billows of smoke pouring past his lips. You suckled around his dick before starting to pull your head back, leaving his head between your lips. Price released a subtle moan as you bobbed your head across his length, his cock stuffing your mouth full. His fingers began to grip at your hair as you used your tongue to smooth over the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ he grunted. Price quickly set his cigar in his ashtray as you watched the resolve slip from him. His free hand clutched at the arm of his desk chair while he used his other to guide your head up and down his shaft. You repressed the urge to gag as his cock began to hit the back of your throat.

“Mmm, love how your lips wrap around me, baby,” Price swallowed thickly. You squeaked when he thrusted his hips into your mouth, his cock nearly splitting your jaw apart. Tears pricked at your eyes as your fingers raked down his pants.

“Shit-gonna cum,” Price growled, his cock twitching inside your wet cavern. Your eyes opened to look up at him and his face scrunched up.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Captain? Mind if I have a word real quick? It’s urgent," Gaz spoke from the other side of the door.

Price’s head whipped forward before looking down to you. You reflected his gaze of panic, his cock still lodged deep in your throat. Your love’s breathing stuttered as he pushed himself forward.

“Not a sound, bird,” he demanded softly as he scooted you beneath the desk. You nodded as Price straightened his clothes out. He sighed as he held his hands on his desk.

“Come in!” he called. Gaz opened the door, his brows instantly knitting when he saw the Captain's red face.

“You alright, Price? Look a bit feverish,” Gaz stated as he approached the desk. Your heart thrummed against your sternum as you felt some of his precum slide down your throat. Your mind was swimming with arousal, numb to any consequence of being caught. You fluttered your eyes closed as you cracked a wry grin.

“Ah, well, I’m not faring too well-Gaz,” his voice strained as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock. Price's hands squeezed together, his knuckles turning whiter by the second as you swiped your tongue against a prominent vein. Gaz raised a brow, his eyes scanning his Captain.

“Right. Well, there’s some important news from Las Almas,” Gaz stated. Price kept his hands tightly wound together and nodded as Gaz explained the most recent report given by Alejandro. You shallowly drove your mouth up and down his length, careful to not make too many wet sounds. Price’s hands tightened around each other every so often. His left eye twitched whenever his sensitive tip tapped the back of your throat. Gaz paused.

“You sure you’re alright, Price?” the Sergeant asked. Price nodded and gritted his teeth as you deftly massaged his heavy balls with one of your hands.

“I’m fine, Sergeant,” he seethed as you stroked your thumb across his raphe. His hand slipped down to the arm of his chair, grasping at his as Gaz finished his conversation. Your eyes widened as Price snatched your hair, squeezing his fingers around it roughly. You didn't cease your ministrations as Gaz saluted and saw himself out. You released his dick from your mouth, smiling up at him.

"Little minx," Price huffed. You squeaked as he shoved his cock far down your throat, using your hair to guide you along his thick shaft.

“Think it’d be funny to make me cum in front of one of my men, hm?” he asked. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as he relentlessly drove himself into your mouth, each squelch louder than the last. He groaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your walls clenching around nothing.

“You're gonna take all my cum like a good girl,” Price grunted when he gave a few more hungry thrusts. He bit his other hand as he stiffened, his cock twitching over your tongue. Your moans were muffled as he came down your throat.

"(Y/N)..." he slurred as you felt the warmth drip down your esophagus.

He panted before shifting his gaze down. You looked up at him with wet doe eyes as he kept your hair in a tight grip. You felt the tension in your throat loosen as he slid you off of his cock. You gasped and sputtered for air, some of his cum dripping down the corner of your mouth. Price clicked his tongue before swiping at the drop and shoving his fingers between your parted lips. You clamped your mouth down and swirled your tongue around his fingers, suckling his spend greedily.

“Fuck-look at you,” he groaned as his chest heaved. You whined as he withdrew his long digit, wiping it on his pants leg. You rested your cheek on his inner thigh, your hips wagging like a dogs. Price patted your head before rolling back in his chair.

You blinked as he nodded his head towards the desk.

“Come up here,” Price softly commanded as he curled his finger. You quickly bounded up, squeezing your thighs together as you stood in front of him. The Captain hummed, a dangerous glint in his eye as he rose from his chair. He splayed his hands over your hips before leaning his face down to your ear. You yelped when he laid a sharp smack across ass, the flesh instantly stinging.

“Turn around and bend over," Price rasped as he lined his cock up to your soaked entrance. You shuddered as he raked his teeth over your pulse, his hand wrapping around your hair.

"I'm gonna make sure you truly understand what it means to listen,” he husked.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[mlmxreader]

Brat Tamer | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Hello there, can I request the prompt “Just stay still for five minutes” with price please? Thank you very much :) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Act like a brat, get treated like a brat.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy kink, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, marking/possession kink, praise kink

↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Price groaned softly as he held you down, one hand on the back of your neck and the other at your ass; he had two fingers inside, his ring finger and middle fingers stretching you out as you pushed back against him and begged for him to go deeper, harder, faster.

He grinned, admiring your ass and how tight it was around the digits as he resisted the urge to leave a firm smack to your cheek; thankful that he was ambidextrous as he gripped your right cheek firmly before delivering a hard smash and tutting under his breath.

He loved how you begged for him to do it again, loved how your voice was hoarse and so close to being little more than a needy whisper; it served you right, in all honesty.

Distracting him from his job and making him lose his place amongst the field reports that he had due for a week from now. All day, you had been acting up and acting like a brat, and he had just about had enough of it; you begged for him to fuck you, but he wasn’t about to let you off so easily.

You weren’t allowed to cum, not yet, not until he said you could. You weren’t allowed to do anything he didn’t order you to, and although it was painful to force yourself to keep enough composure to obey him, you knew it would all be worthwhile.

It always was.

You reminded yourself of what to do when you weren’t comfortable - the safe word was always the same, it was always “Hurricane”, after his favourite type of aeroplane from world war two.

If you couldn’t speak, you had to hit the bed three times with your right hand, or smack his left shoulder three times. Depending on which you could reach. 

“You’re so tight,” he breathed out, but when you squirmed against him to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, he smacked your harsh harshly. “Just stay still for five minutes, I’m not fucking done.”

You whimpered, pouting at you felt the same old ache you usually did when he didn’t give you what you wanted. “Daddy, please…”

“Oh, so now you wanna be good?” Price breathed out, tilting his head to the side as he ceased all movement. “Do you have any fucking idea what you did today? Making me lose my place in all those papers… I shouldn’t even be fingering you right now, let alone fucking you.”

“Please…” you pleaded, voice breaking as if you were about to break out sobbing any second. “Please, I’ll be good, I promise. Please.”

Withdrawing his fingers from your ass, Price huffed as he sat with his back against the headboard, giving his thigh a firm tap as he ordered you to ride him; you did your best not to grin, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You shuddered, your ass feeling so full as you let him bottom out; you clenched around him, whimpering softly as you put your hands on his shoulders. 

“Come on, then,” he demanded. “Be good and fuck yourself until you cum.”

You nodded, biting down on the inside of your cheek so you didn’t grin. “Yes, Daddy.”

Price grabbed your hips as you started to rock back and forth, pushing your chest out a little as you arched your back to get a better angle; you were a little surprised when he forced you to pick up the pace, rutting into you as quickly as he could, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he put his hands on your ass and spread your cheeks.

Groaning softly when you moaned for him to go harder, deeper, faster. Fuck. If there was anything Price couldn’t deny, it was you. You felt like you were made for him, like you were all he would ever want.

He was thankful that an old friend of his - Elias - had introduced him to his son - Hesh - as it meant that Price met you; you were Hesh’s best friend, and Elias was an old friend of Price’s, so it was natural that the two of you would meet at some point.

But now, Price was more thankful than ever; three years together, and Price could never be more thankful than he was at that moment. Buried inside you as he fucked you until you grabbed the headboard and lifted yourself up slightly, trying desperately to keep up with his pace but hardly able to.

The sound of your soft moans and how you were so eager to please him at every and any opportunity, how you needed and begged for him even though you were hoarse and breathless. Price adored you, every fucking inch of you.

Fuck. Sometimes he wondered how he ever felt satisfaction without you. 

You ground down against him, matching his pace as you moaned and whimpered, and Price smiled as he licked his lips, kissing and sucking on your neck for a moment before he bit down properly, leaving his mark on you for everyone to see within the next few hours.

Fuck.

He loved it when you proudly showed off the marks around base, especially when he caught the others checking you out; a smug grin on his lips as he smoked a cigar and looked at you knowingly.

It was fucking brilliant, if he was ever concerned. Price loved to mark you up, loved to show off the fact that you were all his and he was all yours, that he was devoted to you and lived to serve.

He loved it when he caught his men checking you out when you were working out, all sweaty and panting heavily, your clothes sticking to you and showing every inch that Price loved so much; knowing that they wouldn’t be caught touching, but still nearly breaking their necks when you walked past.

Fuck.

Price toyed with the idea a few times, fucking you over his desk or letting you suck him off under it, and hoping to get caught by just about anyone; just so they would see how you belonged to one another, and he could show off.

Just for you. Price would always show off just for you. No one made him nearly half as weak as you did. 

But neither of you were going to last long, you could feel it bubbling in your stomach as your toes curled and your stomach started to pull into knots; your tongue fell from your mouth, drool seeping from it as you panted heavily as let him fuck you harder and deeper.

Crying out as your legs shook and you stalled completely; freezing up as you felt yourself spill onto him. Price grinned, collecting some of your cum on his fingers and bringing them to your mouth; he closed his eyes as you sucked his fingers, running your tongue over the tips flatly.

Fuck. He couldn’t stop himself, grunting and groaning as he paused and shot his load into you. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grumbled harshly, giving your ass a firm smack. “You’re gonna take every drop, do you understand?”

“Need it,” you whimpered in response, nodding. “Please, need your cum inside me. All of it.”

“Good,” Price praised, a little softer as he gently ran his hand down your ass. “Stay fucking still.”

You nodded, trying not to push back against him and squeal as he fucked his cum into your ass as much as he could; a little bit dripped out and onto his sack, but he soon enough scooped it up on his fingers and made you suck them clean again.

Fuck, you were so brilliant. He pulled out just as you were on the brink of cumming again, laughing smugly as he patted your ass and kissed you sweetly. 

“You’re in my good books again,” he murmured between gentle kisses. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shook your head, just about able to keep yourself upright as you swallowed thickly and tried to catch your breath. “Not at all… do you want a hand with those papers?”

Price shook his head as he smiled, kissing your jaw softly. “You’re alright. You spent all night awake last night, so… just rest, yeah? Have a bum day today.”

You nodded, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

He hummed as he gently grabbed your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “I love you, too.”

[di-writes-stuff]

You Are In Love

John Price x Reader

One Shot

TW: Mentions of weapons, bl00d, injuries.

Three instances in which John realizes he’s in love with you. Thank Miss Swift for this one.

“You can hear it in the silence.”

You wince as John lifts up your shirt, blood crusted onto your skin around the wound on your abdomen. Attempts at convincing him you didn’t need him to patch you up himself were quickly ignored by him with a small hush and gentle hands leading you to the chair you’re sitting on now.

Exhaustion was evident on both your faces, drooping eyelids and all. No words are exchanged as a rag wet with warm water is pressed to your wound, cleaning the blood around where the knife broke skin. A small hiss slips through your lips at the sting of water meeting the wound. It’d stopped bleeding quiet so much after the stitches you got in the field, but small gaps still allowed water to slip through.

John mutters out his apologies, but it sounds more like a grumble. Any thoughts of making conversation are quickly abandoned, fatigue stripping both of your abilities to form coherent sentences.

It doesn’t seem to matter much as he presses a bandage to the wound, gentle hands and concerned glances at any noise you make saying everything they need to.

The mission was awful. Sure, you came out successful, but God was it grueling. The kind John doubted everybody would come out from alive.

They did, by some miracle.

Still, he can’t seem to shake the panic that coursed through his veins when he saw you go down after the stab. That moment before you got back up, before he reached you, it was the slowest of his life. The only thought coursing through his mind that the moment he’d been fighting tooth and nail to avoid was finally coming.

That you weren’t gonna be by his side on the ride back to base.

That you wouldn’t greet him in the morning with that smile that turns any coherent thought in his brain to mush.

That he wouldn’t have you anymore.

Thoughts of all the things that could have happened run through his mind as he wraps gauze around your waist, the sudden shakiness of his hands going unnoticed to him.

The only thing he can seem to focus on is that the second he wasn’t by your side, this happened. And if you hadn’t gotten treated as soon as you did, if John hadn’t dropped everything and dragged you to medical waiting on the EVAC boat, he wouldn’t be watching the slow rise and fall of your chest now.

He’s snapped out of his slow spiral as your hand settles on his, stilling the tremors running through it. Dulled blue eyes slide up to meet yours, softening as you squeeze his hand softly.

A reminder. A fact in the ocean of worries, of possibilities in his head.

You’re alive.

You’re alive.

You’re alive.

He finds himself repeating it like a mantra in his mind. A reason might be more accurate. If you’re here, he can be too. If you’re alive, he has a reason to keep going. It’s terrifying for a moment. To think that you’ve become the very thing his world orbits around.

And then, it just feels natural. Right, that the cards have fallen the way they did. John was never a man who believed in fate, in something determining the direction of his life. He was in control, he was the captain steering his own ship.

It sounded like bullshit now as he looked up at you. You, who fit him like a glove. You, who seemed too perfect to be here by happenstance. You, who had him wrapped around your finger. A blessing, maybe, in a life void of them.

He finishes quickly, managing to do the rest of the work with one hand. He can’t bring himself to pull the other away from your soft hold. Muscles ache as he stands, your eyes following his every movement.

Slowly, he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your head, the tiniest of smiles on his face as he feels you lean into his touch. Later John will find that he can’t decipher if that was a moment of weakness or humanity.

Although, he’s beginning to think they may be one and the same.

But, the only thing he can’t bring himself to feel about it is regret.

“You can feel it on the way home.”

The mission had been easy. Just gathering some intel from a friend in London.

So, it seemed a bit odd when John had you come with him. You weren’t complaining, of course. Any opportunity to spend time with him away from prying eyes cracking jokes about how close you seem to be was welcome.

Cold air bites at the both of you as you step outside of the building, snow falling onto the cobblestone streets. It’s almost too picturesque, street lamps glowing softly, providing just enough light for you to see on the walk back to the car.

Shivers run through your body, cold seeping through the jacket your wearing. John quickly starts to take off his sweater before you stop him with a gentle hand on his arm.

“I’m fine, John.” You assure him, your voices the only sounds besides the wind whistling in your ears.

He sighs, tugging his sweater back on, knowing you wouldn’t take it either way. “You’re shaking.” He comments, voice softer than usual. The gruffness that almost always accompanies his tone has vanished, the only thing coming through clearly is affection.

You merely smile, shaking your head and looking down at your feet. His blatant concern leaves you feeling like a giddy teenager, blushing softly under the glow of moonlight.

John shoves down the nerves coursing through his body as he steps closer, an apprehensive arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to the warmth radiating from his body.

Relief floods his body as you look up at him, a soft smile ghosting your lips reflected on his. And with his arm wrapped around your waist, with your head resting on his shoulder, it’d be so easy for him to imagine for a moment that you and him are normal people.

That rather than an intel grab, he’s walking you back from a date. That rather than a base, he’s taking you home. That rather than a fleeting moment, this could just be his life, day in, and day out.

But of course, reality sets in sooner or later. That this is just a taste of a life he can never have with you, and one he’d never want with anybody else.

Still, the city does look awfully pretty like this, snow glittering like thousands of tiny diamonds under the amber glow of the gas lamps, no cars or people to disrupt. Just you, and him. Holding onto each other like it’s the last chance you’ll ever get.

With your jobs, it just might be.

Steps slow as both of you realize you’re getting closer to the car, and the eventual end of a night that feels so blissfully normal. You take the time to lean over the edge of the small bridge you’re crossing, watching the moonlight glint off the thin layer of ice covering the water underneath. John’s arm eventually slips away from your waist, only for his hand to land atop of yours on the railing.

Your eyes are focused on the sight before you, snow falling steadily, little pieces landing on your eyelashes.

John’s gaze doesn’t leave you the whole time, a love sick smile on his face that only you seem to be able to conjure up. Slowly you lean up, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment he knows he’s done for, for tonight at least.

He can’t exactly tell who started it, but he supposes it doesn’t matter now. It was soft, at first, lips barely brushing. Then, it wasn’t. Then it was everything he’d been holding back, everything he’d been trying so hard to pretend wasn’t real for so long.

Later the both of you will act as if it didn’t happen, and for the longest time it won’t again. It will go back to longing looks, hands brushing in hallways, and the adamant refusals to admit that you could be anything more than close friends.

But for now, the snow is falling, you’re in his arms, and John has everything he needs.

“You can see it with the lights out.”

It wasn’t unusual for 141 to head to the pub after a job well done. The mission wasn’t too hard, but you all came back with your fair share of cuts and bruises from some rough terrain. Gaz and Soap were already putting their new scars to work with the ladies.

The stories they told were exaggerated, of course. Gaz apparently had been grazed by a machine gun bullet.

A rusty gate tore through his shirt and nicked his arm.

In Soap’s story he went toe to toe with death, the deep purple bruise and cut on his eyebrow coming from an explosion.

He fell off a rocky hill and ate shit on a boulder.

Either way, John wasn’t paying them much mind, you serving as a distraction from their antics. The bars lighting is even dimmer than usual, a couple bulbs having gone out.

The bartender won’t notice until the pub closes. John wishes he could see your face better at first, but when liquor leads to drunken flirting, he’ll be grateful you can’t see the light blush dusting his face.

As you return from the restroom you find John watching the soccer game playing on the small TV. Reclaiming your spot next to him, your voice sounds next to his ear, any interest in the game vanishing at your return.

“Who’s winning the soccer game?” It’s become a running gag between you. At first it actually did annoy him, but at this point he just pretends to get wound up.

Really, he just likes to see the humored smile on your face when he grumbles out his response. “It’s football, love.” He responds, chest filling with boyish pride when you blush at the pet-name. He can hardly make it out under the cover of darkness, but the way you duck your head away is as clear a sign as anything of his affect on you.

He’d tried to be professional at first, but it didn’t last long. You were intoxicating like nothing else. Your laughter, your spirit, everything about you sent him falling faster than he could try to stop it.

Ignoring it never worked, he would catch himself doing little things for you either way. Holding doors open even if he wasn’t walking that way himself. Grabbing things for you that you couldn’t reach, even though a footstool was sitting in the closet collecting dust.

He just liked the excuse to stand that close to you, even if it was just for a moment, cause the way you smiled up at him every time was enough to keep him happy for the rest of the day. Fingers would brush as he handed you whatever it was, and the look in both your eyes was far too recognizable to everybody around.

Either way, he’d given up on pretending there wasn’t something between you two. For tonight, at least.

John will tell himself later that it was an accident, that the rest of the night was the product of a coincidence. It’s not true, of course, but he doesn’t have to admit that to himself.

His hand slides across the bar top, supposedly to reach for a napkin.

He didn’t need one.

As his fingers brush yours he looks over, trying to confirm in the darkness that the smile on your face really was there.

It was.

His hand slowly wraps around yours, warmth seeping from his calloused palm. It’s so intimate despite the environment. The music suddenly seems to quiet, the air stilling, the commotion behind you slowing. As your eyes meet, bright spots in the dim lighting of the bar, everything just…fades away.

It’s just you, and him. And you are not a sergeant under his command, and he is not a captain controlling you. You’re a pretty woman, and he’s a flirtatious man, and for the night John Price gets to be human.

And for the night, John Price gets to love you openly. Because in a darkened bar full of boisterous drunks, nobody notices the two fools holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, hushed laughter bubbling up from you as yet another clever quip leaves his mouth.

For the night, John Price gets to pretend this can last beyond flirting at a bar.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: Hi I'm your medic and I'll be drawing your blood today, as soon as I finish this capri sun Y/N: *misses the hole four times then finally punches the straw through the side* Ghost, sweating: PRICE

[squishycheekanon]

Price, price and more price🌸🩵

Imagine being John’s pen pal. It’s starts off so innocent, strangers, with you intent on staying that way after a recent nasty break up with a rather nasty man.

You just wanted something to take your mind off of everything while you wallowed away in self pity. Your work had sent you home for a month, said you needed time to heal and get your mind right.

So here you were with nothing to do when one of your friends suggested being a pen pal. And who of all people were to take up your request but John Price.

A simple, name, favourite colour and asking how his day was going was all you wrote. He replied with exactly what you’d asked word for word. Very straightforward and almost strategic and of course asked you the same things.

Then it was age, favourite food and how tall he was. A little description of his face. And again he replied with exactly that. You knew then that you’d have to work hard to get more out of him.

The weeks went by and slowly but surely, John began to become looser. Open up more. Genuinely talk to you. It helped not only you start to heal but also help John heal. He didn’t even know he needed to heal in any way. Maybe the loneliness, the fighting, the pain, the emotionlessness had finally caught up to him.

Work decided you still weren’t ready which was quite honestly bullshit, that’s what you told John anyway. He completely agreed and asked for your manager’s name and social security number. You thought it was a joke, he wholeheartedly wanted to teach the man a lesson.

This week you decide to paint the spare bedroom in your apartment and you told John all about it. You felt almost giddy as you sent letters back and forth deciding paint colours. He loved the domesticity of it all, felt like his little woman was asking what colour to paint a shared home while she waited for him to return. What he wouldn’t give….

He loved the little things like that. Loved when you’d tell him about what you were getting from the grocery store and he’d suggest something he thinks is good. Loved when you’d tell him about a new outfit you bought. He’d tell you how much he’d love to see it and how he bets you look beautiful.

You feel ecstatically nervous when he asked for your phone number. You obviously gave it to him. Impatiently you waited, staring at your phone for it to ring. When it did you jump up, palms sweaty, lump in your throat, heart beating so loud you could heard it in your head…then you pressed answer.

“Hi love.”

“Hi John.”

[criminalamnesia]

everyone’s asking for a part two so here is more angst bc cedar by gracie abrams is perfect for this [ also inspired by what @shotmrmiller said in their reblog :)) ]

part one here

part three (aka version 1 of the ending) here

part three (ending version 2) here

it’s odd coming home to an empty house. unnerving, even. he doesn’t like it— dislikes it even more than he did your celebrations. fuck, he’d kill for those damn streamers right now.

“love?” his voice is soft as he calls out into the dark, once lively little flat. it hasn’t felt this big since before you had moved in.

he takes a few more steps inside, toeing off his boots and letting his backpack fall to the floor. by now, you would’ve been launching yourself into his arms. where were you? you’d never missed the day he came home. ever. you would have it marked on your calendar from the day he left, exclamation points and stars decorating the date.

“love?” he calls again, his voice a little louder. he keeps moving; notices there’s no smell of freshly baked goods or a home-cooked meal.

he rounds the corner, his eyes instantly finding the little note propped up on the dining table. eyebrows furrowed, he approaches. it’s addressed to him, clearly in your handwriting.

he reads it, and he really should’ve seen all of this coming.

he doesn’t cry. doesn’t even feel sad, really. it’s not like he hadn’t loved you— he had, but sometimes you made it really damn difficult to. your constant touches and words, doting on him, talking his ear off about this and that. he’d loved it at first, then came to tolerate it, and eventually he found himself hating it.

it wasn’t fair to you. he didn’t hate you, he hated the naivety. the unconditional love. partners were supposed to show each other that kind of love, were they not? so why did he come to despise it?

perhaps it was some deep rooted self-hatred. something dark and twisted inside of him that had done too much and taken life. killed and killed and killed. watched his comrades die in a number of ways. slowly. quickly. suddenly. brutally.

it hollowed him out, but it was his job. it was his job to do what he could for the damn world— get his hands dirty so people like you would never have to worry about a damn thing.

he should’ve seen it coming. you had been acting a little odd the last time he was home, he realizes now. detached, almost. quieter. he had cherished the quiet then.

now it was weird. he didn’t know how to feel.

he placed the note back down onto the table before making his way into the kitchen. some utensils were missing. some plates and bowls. the colorful dishrags you’d hung from the stove handle. the little plant you’d stationed in front of the window above the sink.

all the pictures of the two of you remained on the fridge. he could see in the photos how he slowly became detached. but you— god, you wore that dazzling smile in every photo.

he turned around and headed towards the bedroom.

——————————————————————

there wasn’t really any defining closure. you’d left the note, sure, but he hadn’t gotten to speak his piece.

would he have begged you to stay? told you to leave?

he didn’t know. all he knew was that it wasn’t fair to you, how he acted. what he did.

he also knew that if you called, or if you showed up and said you forgot something, or hell, if he saw you on the street, he’d say something. apologize at least, because that’s the least you deserved.

but you didn’t, and after a few days, he stopped thinking about you. what you’d be telling him right now if you were there. stopped thinking about how you sang when you cooked dinner. how you would reach for his hand when the two of you were in the grocery store.

how you would throw those damn ‘welcome home!’ parties.

he fell back into who he was, and your memory became nothing but a minuscule dot on a large piece of paper.

but for you? you had been miserable when you’d shown up at your friends apartment. cried into her shoulder as you told her about the note. sobbed as you realized that he didn’t care about you, and how you’d wasted so much time on this man who didn’t give a damn.

but even still, when you stirred in the middle of the night, you expected to feel his hands around your body. expected him to press a kiss to your head as you drifted back to sleep.

you woke up and expected him to be there. you forgot that he wasn’t yours. you found yourself missing him, even though you’d starting doing that far before you actually left.

it took the man you loved days to move on. it took you months— almost a year. he put you in fucking therapy, for god’s sake, because that shit messes with someone.

loving someone so completely, so wholly, only to finally realize it’s one sided? it’s crushing. he crushed you. but you picked up the pieces, and you put yourself back together.

you move on. find someone who actually cares for you— someone who communicates and doesn’t lose interest. someone who appreciates your enthusiasm. someone who returns it.

and when the man that broke your heart several years ago tries to stop you on the street one day,

you keep walking.

[sagi-tori-ous]

Older Boyfriend Price always gave you what you wanted, listened when you complained and was always patient with you.

Older Boyfriend Price knew when you wanted something but didn't know how to ask—it's when you started to get a little bratty...okay! maybe that was an understatement, you could be a full on brat.

You always got bratty when you wanted affection from him, you felt as if he should be giving it to you 24/7 anyway. You'd huff and pout, let tears stream down until you got what you wanted.

Older Boyfriend Price always knows how to resolve the issue, after all you were his brat.

The rough pads of Price's fingers, slick with your arousal, rub against your throbbing clit with vigor—Head lolled back, thighs spread wide and hips rolling to the rhythm he settled into.

You could feel Price's meaty cock nestled just between the lower part of your back and ass as you sat atop his lap.

"Oh~" Your moans are breathy, hitching ever so often as he keeps up such a consistent pace.

"Why y'running?" Price asks when your hips slide up—flinching when two fingers dip into your dripping entrance, wasting no time in curling up to directly come in contact with your g-spot.

"Right there..." the question unintentionally ignored, your mind focused on how Price massaged your spongy walls with such precision and speed.

Your legs push you farther into Price's naked lap and you shuffle your head into the crook of his neck as that familiar feeling in your abdomen builds feverishly.

Price's left hand finds your neck easily, wrapping his sizable hand around it whilst you chase your orgasm.

You could feel his gaze occasionally switch between your pleasure ridden face and drenched cunt—though you wouldn't dare to look at his rugged face.

You knew the hungry gaze that adorned it, you knew how fast that look would have your pussy gushing with a release, the thought alone had whines spilling shamelessly out of your mouth.

The tremor that was set in your legs was almost comical, but the action of closing said legs alongside your glazed eyes was laughable.

Price would never let that slide, you knew that.

"keep em' open." You ignored his command—intentionally, hoping to just revel in the feeling.

"not tellin you again." You knew the bite he had in his tone left no room for discussion.

You barely crack your eyes open, tears pricking the corners as your stomach starts to cave—unintentionally you lift your gaze to meet his, eyes already trained on you as he takes in everything you have to offer him.

Price dips his head to leave a firm kiss on your lips, suckling on your bottom lip briefly before letting go, " f'cking brat." His tone low and guttural, the mischievous gleam in his eyes evident.

" my f'cking brat." He clarifies.

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MORE bear!Price because why not!!!!

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[konigsblog]

riding price's face...

cw: female anatomy+titles, mentions of alcohol. 18+

john price is desperate and hungry to eat you out, especially when you're drunk, eyelids heavy with pleasure as you relax, letting him work you open.

he's always hungry for your sweet taste and your scent, that scent that has his meaty, and pulsating cock twitching, leaking and aching in his tight boxers and military issued trousers. he missed you so fucking much whilst on deployment, without your tight pussy -- and couldn't help himself from sharing a few drinks with his doll, before spreading your legs slowly, his lips moving against your pussy.

you cried out as your body jerked and twitched at the wet and warm sensation of his tongue against your clit, your breath hitching in your throat as he flicked and dragged his tongue between your folds, coating you in his saliva. the smell of vodka was strong and prominent, you could smell it off of him from between your legs. his breath hot and laboured against your thighs, squeezing them a few times as you rubbed your clit gently. your thumb moved in soothing circles, helping you become even wetter for john.

“attagirl...” he grumbled, gritting his teeth and rubbing the tip of his tongue against your clit teasingly. you moaned loudly, hand cupped over your mouth as you rocked your hips, grinding and presenting your glistening cunt against his mouth.

all price wants is to see his pretty baby cumming, making a mess. :(

[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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[mlmxreader]

Taste of Nicotine | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Price

7 “My days, I missed you so fucking much”

112. Dom/Sub ❞

: ̗̀➛ Price can be a cruel, cruel man - but at least his punishments are always beautiful.

: ̗̀➛ smoking kink, smoking, swearing, orgasm denial, spanking, marking/possession kink, biting, face fucking, swearing, edging, bruising, dom/sub, daddy kink

↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The smell of coffee and cigarettes filled the office, the sounds of slapping skin and harsh grunts echoing and ricocheting off of the walls; your knuckles were sore and raw as you gripped the opposite side of the desk, your head pressed against the thick mahogany as sweat dripped from your brow.

Anyone could walk in, but that was just how Price liked it. Punishment was always such a beautiful way to wash away your sins; getting caught flirting with another man from another regiment, your punishment was well overdue.

Price couldn't take you anywhere without you acting up, and even now, as he fucked your warm and tight ass, he was still talking about it.

Telling you what a dirty little thing you were and how you would let just about anybody watch you get fucked, watch your ass get filled and stuffed with his cum as he used his mouth to leave harsh and prominent marks all over you, showing off who you belonged to.

You were desperate to cum, but he had stopped you from doing so for over an hour; edging you over and over and over until you sobbed and wept as you begged for him to let you cum. Price could be so cruel when he wanted to be.

But his punishments were always so fucking beautiful.

Your ass cheeks were raw and stinging, his handprints so fucking obvious, stained on your skin from where he had put you over his lap and spanked you.

Your jaw still ached from where he had fucked your mouth so harshly, the taste of his cum still heavy on your tongue as you whimpered and begged for him to let you cum; your ass was still burning from how thick and long he was and how hard he was fucking you against his desk.

All you wanted was to cum, but Price wasn't going to give into you; punishment was punishment, after all, no matter how beautiful.

You knew what to do if it got too much, though; smack the desk three times with your right hand, or call out "Merseyside", or both. If it ever got too much, Price was always adamant that you had one way or another of signalling it to him; as cruel as he could be, he wasn't an absolute cunt.

"This is what you get," Price growled out, grabbing the back of your neck with a bruising grip. "Being so fucking naughty. I don't think I'll let you cum at all. Just use you as my cocksleeve until you learn how to behave."

Well, that was just inviting bad behaviour, really. But you knew what would happen if you said such, so you grinned, rolling your hips and trying to fuck yourself on his cock. "Please, Daddy, I said I was sorry for flirting with Mister Walker!"

"Oh, no," he chuckled darkly. "You don't get to say you're sorry, puppy."

You whimpered, so desperate to cum that you would do just about anything. "Please, please, Daddy, I promise I'll behave!"

Price shook his head as he tutted, lighting a cigarette. "Oh no, baby. You gotta do better than that."

You whined, tears slipping from you and extending the puddle on the desk; a mix between your tears and your sweat and your drool.

You swallowed thickly, voice raw and hoarse from how many times you had cried out and begged for him to please, please, please let you cum. But Price wasn't going to, fucking you hard as he smoked his cigarette casually, flicking the ashes onto your back before tossing it into the ashtray next to him.

His cock was so big, he could hardly fit the whole thing into your ass, but you were always so good for him, you always took his cock like such a good puppy... maybe he could let you off easily.

Even though you were already stuffed and filled with his cum, so much so that it had leaked down onto your thighs and had become cracked and dried.

Hesitantly, Price eased his movements, giving you the order to cum when you were ready to; he didn't expect you to scream and writhe and squirm against the desk, sobbing as you finally found your release. Spilling everywhere and dripping down onto the floor.

He grinned, licking his lips before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, rubbing your back gently as he hummed.

"I didn't go too far, did I?"

You shook your head, dizzy and content and euphoric and breathless all at once. Overwhelmed. "N-no."

Price nodded, his touch soothing as he gently kissed the marks on your neck. He did feel somewhat bad for pushing you so far, but all the same, he knew that you loved every minute of it; especially when he gently peppered your face in soft, sweet kisses.

His beard and moustache tickling your skin and making you grin despite the tear stains in your eyes.

Price was always so gentle with you afterwards, especially if he knew he had pushed you a lot more than usual; you smiled, gently running a hand through his hair.

His lips still tasted like nicotine, but that didn't stop him from moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue when he licked it and sucked it into his mouth. A harsh, heavy kiss seemed so sweet and gentle.

"My days, I missed you so fucking much," he breathed out. "I'm so sorry deployment was longer this time."

You shook your head. "I knew what I was getting into when I first agreed to go out with you."

He nodded slowly, although he still looked rather remorseful. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Napping with Captain John Price

My blog is 18+ minors DNI

No warnings, allusions to smut but nothing hefty. Price is a sleepy idiot.

Price sleeps like the dead, so clear your schedule if you’re planning on napping with him. No alarm will rouse him, no tactfully placed elbow shall wake him. One nap lasted four hours and you missed your dinner reservations, and you lost the feeling in your right hand for an hour afterwards.  

Nap with the Captain at your own peril. 

But you’ve never been good at taking your own advice. 

You rouse slowly, a great weight pressing you into the mattress makes your breath hitch. John’s face is pressed between your breasts, his hot breath tickling your skin as he sleeps peacefully above you. 

“John,” you groan as you try and shift the half-naked man from atop you, but it’s no use. You look up at the ceiling and let out a frustrated sigh. Your phone is just out of reach as you stretch out to try and grab it. 

“John, come on,” you whine and try to wiggle under him, but you’re pinned, completely immobile as he smothers you from the chest down. 

“Sleeping,” he grunts, making your skin vibrate at the low timbre of his voice, “Go back to sleep.” 

“Come on, I’m hungry,” you protest as you shove at his broad shoulders, but it only serves to encourage him to nuzzle his face into your breast once more. 

“Five more minutes,” he bargains, before humming happily as he presses a soft kiss to your clothed chest. 

“You’re incorrigible,” you grumble as you scrape the nails of your free hand along his scalp.

A soft “hmmm” is all you get in response as John is drawn back into the deep dark abyss of sleep. 

You stretch a little further to try and grab your phone, but still, it’s just out of reach.

You smile to yourself in exasperation, you know you’re going to wake up in five hours to a disorientated and – very likely – horny man. 

Might as well get some sleep yourself. 

It’s going to be a long night. 

“Just resting my eyes” (Napping with Ghost) Napping with Soap Napping with Gaz Napping with König CoD Masterlist

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Medic: I'm sorry sir but we can only allow family in to see them at this point Price: Bold of you to assume I won't legally adopt them right now Y/N, half asleep inside the hospital room: You tell 'em dad

[squishycheekanon]

Another sweet sweet price thot💋

Okay but let’s talk about Mountain man Price. He retired a few years ago and decided he much prefers the solitude of the beautiful mountains, with the tips of them all covered in snow. He likes the quiet, knowing he won’t run into anyone here. No one from the little town at the bottom of the mountains would be brave enough to hike the mountain trail.

He remembers the day he built his nice log cabin with the help of his trusty lieutenant of course. Simon helped his Captain one last time, before parting ways. Price wanted to be alone, after everything he’d experienced in the military, he wanted it to be just himself and the weather to keep him company.

He’d have the survival skills no doubt about it, but the more time he spent up there the more his social skills began to fade away. He’d have to come down every six months or so to restock his food, he make his trip down the hike trail to the little town at the bottom of the mountains and through the woods.

But the shop workers weren’t his biggest fans. He’d practically clear them out of their stock, the poor little local shop. They didn’t like his attitude either, found him strange and unapproachable. Though that’s exactly what John was going for. The less people that spoke to him, the better.

Until he met you of course.

It was only your second week at your new job, you’d just moved to the little town around a month ago and this was the only job available after some woman called Darlene went of maternity leave.

My gosh the way you’d be so nice to him having no idea the stigma that surrounded him and how suprised he’d be at the kindness you showed him. He’d actually look forward to coming down to the town.

He’d come more often as well, saying he’d ran out of supplies and yet he’d only buy a bag of fruit or some meat. Then he’d start to tidy up his appearance too, trim his over grown beard and moustache back to its former glory. The blush that would spread across your cheeks the first time you see him like that.

Hair trimmed too, you’d be able to see his perfect lips and crooked smile. It provoked a feeling in you that you’d long forgotten. Slowly but surely he’d start trying to flirt. Trying. Though you found it endearing how bad he was at it. Finally though he’d succeeded asking you out on a date and fuck the moment he’d turn up in his dark blue jeans, black shirt and dark brown leather jacket and boots. You swooned.

He had the charm turned on, especially after his phone call with his ex team. They could all hear how nervous their former captain was for this date. It made them very intrigued to meet you one day.

John didn’t miss a beat, almost as if he’d laid this date out like a mission. Going step by step to win your heart. He made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, made you smile until your cheeks ached. Ordered the food and drinks impressively, no umming or stuttering.

He gave you butterflies when he reached over the table to grab your hand in his larger one. The skin was rough and calloused, but it felt amazing against your hand. He loved how soft your skin felt against his. He traced around the palm of your hand with his thick index finger, those gorgeous ocean eyes gazing into your soul.

After dinner, John took you to a local bar that you were pleasantly surprised with. A few drinks later you tipsily confessed how handsome you thought he was. The longer the evening went on, the more longing looks and teasing touches were shared.

The evening ended with the two of you slow dancing until last call. The way your bodies pressed together, the intimacy and warmth. The way he’d always make eye contact, almost as if he was trying to read you. The way he held you so tender yet tight, his large hands on your body. It all just felt so right.

John walked you home, looking so sad when it was time to part ways. “Please, let’s do this again sweetheart.” When your manager Billy had called you that, it made you feel sick. Had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, disgust shivering down your body. But when John said it, damn. Your body shivered in delight, the deep mumble entangled with that delicious accent of his made you gulp back a lump in your throat. You swear your underwear was a little wet too.

You nodded leaning forward to kiss his cheek goodnight, John was quick to take your cheeks into his hands and press his wanting lips against yours. He was hungry and almost vicious when he kissed you, it made you wonder what kind of lover he was like as he pressed you against your front door and kissed you like he’d never get the chance again.