#captain price drabble

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 10th

captain price x thigh riding

“need you t’do some of the work, darlin’.” he speaks in a low voice. you could just die.

you’re not sure if you’re humiliated or just more unbelievably aroused than you’d ever been, but your body felt like it was on fire. cramped in his small but well kept office, you straddle john prices leg, totally naked.

if you had to pin point where things had really kicked off, it would have been a few nights prior when the captain had taken everyone to get drinks and you’d had a little too much cheap house wine. you don’t remember much, just that you’d been pawing at him all evening, slurring out how ‘nice his thighs are’ and how often you think of sitting on them. the next few days of relentless teasing was all but torturous, but now the man was finally caving to what you wanted.

a coarse hand slides up your stomach all the way to your left tit, squeezing it and running a thumb across the hardened nipple as you timidly move your hips. “gone all shy now?” he tilts his head, nudging your chin back towards him when you look away. “giving you exactly what you wanted, maybe this’ll get you to focus better when i talk to you.” he gruffs, leaning back in his seat and adjusting himself lazily. at the movement, he jolts his thigh up between your legs and you mewl, gripping at him and rolling your hips a little harder.

he smirks, running a hand over his beard— the only sounds in the room momentarily being the faint wet clicking of your cunt on his clothed thigh, and his beard bristles against his palm. “there y’go. comin’ out your shell.”

he places both hands on your hips deciding he is infact going to have to help you out in order for you to really let go. he uses his grip on you to help you grind against the large muscle, all whilst slowly bucking his leg up beneath you. you let out this devastating whimper, brows all furrowed and pathetic and teeth suckling onto your bottom lip and he knew he’d got you where he wanted you.

“poor thing, aren’t you? not even begging for my dick, just happy to hump me like a dog. what a grateful, pretty girl.” he praises and you shudder, gaining confidence in your own movements and wrapping your arms around his neck, humping harder as you whine.

“john—”

“thats captain to you.” he teases lightheartedly, but in your hazed arousal you take him dead seriously.

“c-captain, sorry — think m’gonna cum.” you cry, chin dropping to your chest to catch a glimpse of the wet patch you’d fashioned on his cargos.

“thats alright doll, make a mess on me, tha’s it.”

[dmitriene]

john price loves when you dressed all pretty, for him or for yourself, in any case, he can't resist your charming sophistication, the way any element of clothing makes you even more beautiful than you are, and if aphrodite still existed, you would be her embodiment.

as the light fabric of light dress flutters over your thighs, exposing soft and supple flesh, the upper part of the sundress perfectly frames your rounded breasts and emphasizes your bared collarbones, making john lick his lips and almost dig his teeth into his lower lip, as he runs his palm over his mutton chops.

you're a sight for a sore eyes, blue hued eyes staring at you darkening with each passing second, In the lower abdomen, the heat blooms like a prickly bud, making john squirm in place, thick palm adjusting growing bulge in his pants, as price leans with his hips against the wooden railing of your cottage's porch.

you see the way his cerulean eyes burn when he looks at you hungrily, thick, bulgy arms crossing over his hairy, broad chest when you flash him a playfully teasing grin, even though you feel the growing moisture in your panties, your body calling for his harsh, yet adoring touch.

so you obediently spread your rounded thighs as he hoists you up on the railing, dress flies up hurriedly to lift up at your waist, john's crumpling grip squeezes your supple hips and pulls you closer, his beard already scratches your chin as he greedily, hungrily entangles his tongue with yours.

he would fuck you right here, with your neighbors right over the fence, while your thin, soaked panties are pushed to the side so he can bury his fat, thick cock inside your gooey, clenching pussy.

john's and your's cum oozing with liquid creaminess from your puffy folds and between your thighs, and he pounds into you with gentle purrs in your ear, whose lobe he bites, while his cock rearranges your gummy walls and making you arch with loud, unashamedly pitched moans.

— “pretty, pretty fricking girl, looking so gorgeous all fucked up like tha'„ john rumbles out huskily, wet lips descend from your bitten lobe to the clean curve of your neck, which he covers with scorching hickeys and throbbing bites, as you claw weakly on his shoulders, eyelids fluttering as you cry out in another shattering, burning orgasm.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[shinyscollection]

Just Price Thoughts #2

NSFW under the cut, MDNI

warnings: SMUT!!! just pure, unedited, unbetad bottom-of-the-barrel 2am desperation smut. Breeding kink! explicit language. A/N: honestly I'm not apologising for this, price is all I can think abt atm.

Just imagining being Price’s pretty little housewife

the way he’d absolutely spoil tf out of you. Like no, dw my love you don’t have to cook, i can do it, no it’s fine i can get cleaners, don’t you DARE think about doing the laundry i got it.

But secretly?? price doesn’t want you to do it because everytime you do, he just wants to bend you over and fuck you over the nearest surface

So that one time when you woke up earlier than him for once (jesus christ this man is up at the crack of dawn like a fucking rooster), and price wakes up to hear your soft humming, the music playing and the pan sizzling.

Man’s almost had that cartoon thing where he’s being carried by the smell (yk what i mean?), and when he sees you in the kitchen???, wearing nothing but his shirt??? literally how could he resist?

You better pray you don’t have anything on the stove, cause he is not letting you go. He’s already scooping you up, and he’s swiping everything off the counter and he’s spreading you out on it.

Your meek cry about breakfast is met with a grunt as he rips your panties off (no literally, tears them to shreds like the hulk or some shit), and he dives right in, devouring your cunt like it’s fucking ambrosia

Eats u out still you’re shaking and squirming, already such a mess, but it’s okay, bc ur his pretty little mess, and he’s helping you down off the counter, turning you around and bending you over it stuffing his leaky cock inside your pretty little pussy.

Thank god you’ve already cum, cause he gives you no time, just slams into you with reckless abandon, bullying his cock in and out, his hands gripping at your hips so tight you know it’ll leave marks, and all the while he’s murmuring abt how fucking perfect you look, how much he wants to fill you up, pump you so full of his cum so that there’s no way it doesn’t take. How pretty you’d look all swollen with his kids, how much he wants to take care of you, pamper the mother of his children

he’d tug you upwards, hands cupping ur tits and whispering about how fucking perfect you would be as a mother, how loved your kids would be.

And he doesn’t stop until he’s emptied his balls, the both of you overstimulated to the point of tears, and he finally relents, stumbling over to the couch, and he flops down, you on his lap.

And when you try to squirm away, he tugs your hips down harshly, telling you that you’re gonna stay and make sure there’s not a drop of cum going to waste.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

[iuvroachfromcodq]

Captain John Price with an exhausted/overworked reader

You had been basically falling asleep at your desk, trying to catch up on work, when John came in. "Hun, It's almost one thirty.. Come to bed.." he mumbled quietly. I shook your head, "I just need to do a few more papers. I can.. 'm gonna finish, then head to bed.." You whispered back, slurring your words. John shook his head, sighing, "You can finish tomorrow. You're going to bed with me, whether you like it or not, hunny. C'mon."

You finally gave in, slowly standing up on your shaky legs. John waited, leaning against the door, slightly tilting his head as you struggled to stand straight. I went to take a step, but continued shaking and had to grab onto the wall for support. "Here, love, let me help you." John spoke with a smile, moving to your side to help you walk.

Once he got you to bed, he crawled next to you, pulling you close, "Go ahead and go to bed.. You need your sleep." He mumbled softly, letting you bury your head in his chest.

[shinywitcheagle]

I was listening to this song and all i could think about was price, and it made me sad

Captain John Price can be a very cruel man. He’s watched men beg for their lives, and he’s watched them beg for the mercy of death, and he’s never even blinked. He’s watched cities burn and sometimes he’s been the one holding the match.

But he would NEVER be cruel to you.

The knowledge that Captain John Price would give EVERYTHING he is to you. Anything you needed him to be, everything you could ask for and he’s doing it.

Captain John Price who could never raise his voice let alone a hand around you. Who’s nothing but soft and gentle caresses and the sweetest of praises because to him you are the fucking holy grail. You are the only thing that makes him feel like more then the cold, unfeeling husk of a man his job demands he is.

Captain John Price who’d never considered life outside of the military, but for you, he’d quit tomorrow. For you he’d drop everything, put it all in a drawer and walk away.

Captain John Price who will fight like a dog day and night, put his life on the line and so much more, because he knows that you’re waiting at home for him. And he knows there’s not a damn force on this earth that could stop him from seeing you again.

Captain John Price who finds salvation in your arms, who sees heaven in your smile and divinity in your love.

[brainrotbrainrotbrainrot]

Self indulgence drabble: Captain Price x Y/N x Nikolai, where reader is a metalcore and deathcore fan.

Price has been trying to get your attention for months and slowly it has been working. You’ve both got so much in common, but the main thing that caught his attention was your taste in music. You both enjoyed rock and metal, he was thrilled, well more than thrilled. Purposely letting you ride shotgun so you two had control over the music choice on long journeys much to the protest of Soap and Gaz. Ghost never cared, he was too busy in his own head to care what music was playing.

Slowly but surely, you and Price were getting closer. There was little touches he started to introduce that you wouldn’t allow anyone else to get away with, more subtle places of his hands when he was round you. Touching the small of your back, always offering to give a shoulder massage when you complained that you ached there. And well, you too enjoyed his attention. If anything, you were confused why he was taking such a long time to say something. It was getting to a point where you were confused if he was simply being too friendly or if he did really like you like that.

Everything changed the day that you finally met Nik. Walking into the hanger to meet him for transport, your eyes lit up the sound of Slaughter to Prevail playing, excited to hear a band that you were a fan of too. You were the one who went straight for the open laptop and saw Spotify, checking out his playlist before you paused it so you could all talk. But Nik, suddenly he had your interest more than anything. Eagerly waiting for Price to introduce you properly to his comrade once the occasion wasn’t as professional, you went in for it.

Sure, you and Price had bonded over your love of metal music, but it wasn’t this genre of metal. A genre you had grown up adoring, being at the front of the true rise of the orignal scene and emo world, a dirty little secret you kept close knowing the guys would probably ridiculous you over it. Even if Ghost was the one who wore a skull mask. You two had walked off discussing groups, sharing your Spotify profiles, not realising behind you were the glaring eyes of Captain Price watching his close friend swoop in and steal the person he had been slowly pining after. All he got was a slow pat on his shoulder of understanding from Gaz and the stifled laughter from Soap when he realised what was going on.

[5ukho1]

"You're gorgeous, and I love you, but you snore loudly."

Laying facing to face with Price in bed, I stared at him in confusion as he tucked a strand of hair back behind my ear.

Noticing my confusion, the male couldn't help but laugh, reaching for his phone as my eyes never left the smirk on his face.

"I do not!" I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as Price scrolled through his phone, seeming to be looking for something.

Chuckling under his breath, he clicked on something in his gallery, waiting as it loaded before turning up the sound on his phone.

"Do too! Wanna hear a recording?" The captain laughed, showing me the ten-second-long video recording on his phone, captured around two in the morning.

My mouth dropped open, propping myself up on my elbow to stare down at the man I shared a bed with.

"You recorded it?!" I gasped, staring in horror as he pushed play.

[criminalamnesia]

to hold everyone over until I finish traitor part four…

part one / part two / part three

I think kyle and johnny would 100% be the quickest to admit their fuck up, and I think they’d be the last to believe the ‘betrayal.’

the whole squad is fiercely loyal, but those two? those two didn’t believe it until price shoved the evidence in their faces; only then was it too damning to deny.

and god, they feel sick at the thought of what had happened to you. what they did to you. their teammate, their confidant, their friend.

sure, simon had taken point on the ‘interrogation,’ but johnny and kyle had helped. johnny had personally cut into you. kyle was no saint, either.

so when price breaks the news that you’re not the rat, johnny is sprinting to the room you’re being held in. he runs so hard across base that he thinks he may pass out when he finally bursts into the room, hands on his knees as he struggles to breathe.

and when he hears your laugh, he can’t help but think of how wrong it sounds. it’s hollow, untrue. eerie. unnerving. it makes him sick to his stomach.

he helped simon untie your limp body from the chair, and then he followed close behind as simon carried you to the infirmary. kyle was already waiting, eyes wide and lips bitten from nerves.

they don’t leave your side until price makes them. even then, the two are trading off standing outside the infirmary, eyes searching for you every time the door opens and closes. the doctor just shakes her head as she passes them.

they know it’s a long shot, but they have to try.

you’re one of them.

[moongreenlight]

Ex Husband!Price who still comes over and shovels your driveway every time it snows. But then you feel bad because he comes into the mud room every fifteen minutes to warm up so when he’s done you insist he stays for a hot meal.

But then he helps clean up. Does the dishes and shoos you away when you tell him he really doesn’t need to do all that.

Even worse if you have kids!! They’re thrilled that dad is around so they beg you to let him stay to watch a movie or play a few rounds of their video game. Of course you say yes. Who are you to take him away from the kids?

But then it’s late and he’s wound up carrying the kids up to their beds and tucking them in because they’d already fallen asleep on the couch. You say your goodbyes and honestly it’s a little bittersweet because it’s been such a surprisingly good evening.

But when he tries to leave the driveway’s already gotten all snowy again and you’d hate to be worrying about him driving home in these conditions so you offer him a spot on the couch swearing it’s only for tonight.

But then you get to talking about schedules and the kids sports they’re signing up to play and he winds up walking you to your room so you can just finish your thought about how the two of you should split the costs for the sports your kids are doing in the spring.

But once you’re in your bedroom you remember that you’ve been meaning to ask him about something on your computer so you leave him with your laptop while you get changed.

But then oh noooo he comes into the closet to ask you for a password and catches you pulling on the top of your pajamas. You’re mortified. He says it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

Somewhere in between deciding if you’ll drive to or pick up from practice on Thursdays, his hands start to wander. Resting over your sex from over a pair of flannel pajama pants. Usually, you’d tell him off. Monologue about how this isn’t how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries. But tonight you don’t.

Maybe it’s because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you’d felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.

So you let him slip his hand down your pants.

But it’s a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.

[fallenneziah]

Overstimulated reader whose cum more times than they can count on their fingers, desperately trying to crawl away and save themselves from any more. Squirming and begging for it to end because of how blissed and fucked out they are.

And he pulls you back, large hands on your thighs, yanking you back over, bending over you to growling in your ear. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

And he continues to torture your spent organ, making you quiver and moan, shaking as he pulls another orgasm from your body. Telling you how pretty you look like this.

And as you continue to try and squirm, he holds you down in place, keeping you still until you can't fight anymore and give in to everything he has to give you...

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 17th

captain price x handjob

one thing about price, is that his pants are always gonna fit snug around the crotch.

you’ve giggled about it before, laying half over his thigh in bed after he’d come home late snuggling into you — half asleep asking why he always wears such ‘tempting pants’ only for him to chuckle nonchalantly, saying something along the lines of “gotta give my best girl a show, don’t I?” before shushing you to back to sleep.

it became your favourite sight once he’d arrive home to you, his sweet doting wife, who can only try her very best to keep her eyes on his in conversation when his cock was practically looking at you first, heavy and visible in his pants, tight belt at his hips only accentuating the shape. you wondered if he was always half hard or something, or if he really was just that long and thick.

sometimes you couldn’t control yourself, you’d just wanna touch on him.

there’s no complaints from john as you lean up to kiss him slow and needy in the hallway when he’d arrive home in all his gear, your hand sliding down his stomach and caressing his bulge, a moan torn from your throat at just the shape under your hand. he smirks to himself, thinking you want something from him. “two steps through the door and you’re asking to get dicked down. y’think m’not tired, love?” he smirks against your mouth, fully willing to give you whatever you want regardless.

you whine a little, and as much as you’d love that— you’re just in the mood to take your time and play with him. so, you drag him to the couch and shove a beer into his hand, the full breadwinner treatment as you unzip his pants. “just wanna play with it. want you to relax, john.” you tell him sweetly through your eyelashes, holding that eye contact as you drool into your palm. he exhales, jaw slack as he shakes his head.

“i must be the luckiest man on earth.” he chuckles, low in his chest and you hum with a sweet little hazed out smile, lips still a little wet from drooling on your hand as you begin to tug at his cock.

“y’so big.” you practically mewl as you slowly stroke him up and down, twisting your hand for his pleasure.

“yeah?” he responds, lips against the tip of his beer bottle as he sips, voice slightly muffled into it and brows furrowed as he watches the movement of your hand. “fuck.” he whispers post swallow.

“mhm…” your voice is breathy and moan-y, and he can’t help but sit forward, reaching to pull you closer.

“you want me to fuck you like this, sweetheart?” he gruffs, placing his beer aside. you pant, your free hand pressing at his chest as you shake your head with doe eyes.

“just wanna see you cum like this, please? can have me afterwards…” you beg, not breaking the eye contact once again as you lean forward and drool, letting it hit the tip, your fingertips smoothing over it and massaging it into his cock.

“fuckin’ ell.” he scratches his beard, tipping his head back against the couch and spreading his thighs, the sight making you wish you took up his offer, but also glad you were being patient. “little minx, you are.” he smirks, his eyes still shut.

soon, his stomach is tensing, and he’s reaching out to grab the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a couch cushion, digging his fingers in as he pants. “shit, baby. right fuckin’ there.” he groans before spitting out pearly liquid into your palm, letting it drip down your wrist. you let out whimpers just at the feeling and how good he looked coming undone.

he finally comes down, barely aware of the feeling of the couch shifting beside him. when he finally comes to, reaching out for you and opening his eyes — he’s stopped in his tracks to see you with your panties off, eagerly using his cum as lube as you stroke your fingers hungrily through your own folds, whimpering. he eyes you with a tongue pressed into his cheek before shaking his head, regaining his strength as he pushes himself up to pin you on your back. “little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you?”

[dmitriene]

i take my whiskey neat my coffee black and my bed at three you're too sweet for me you're too sweet for me

makes me think of john price with younger lover, you're a ray of sunshine for him, the person that executes radiating warmth, bright sunshine behind your back whenever you go, and you're the sweetest thing he could ever meet — the one that choiced him.

he doesn't understand what you found in him, he's an old man, freshly captain from special forces, a man with bloody calloused hands and sheer amount of kills on his shoulders, yet, your eyes still flutter at him prettily, lips curling in softest smile possible.

you're too sweet for him, sweet as a grape, jonathan price needs something that has been sitting in a barrel, at least that what he tolds to himself, repeating it like a mantra — to you, to himself, making you retreat for your own good, cause he's sure you need someone younger, someone cleaner.

yet john's past didn't left him entirely, there's a gnawing greediness inside of him, when he spots someone else's hand on the small of your back, fingers deftly crawling to lay on your hip — it's someone younger, like he told you, and you smile at this someone as bright as you smile for john.

and price knows that he's going to fuck everything up, to stain your clean flesh with his bloody hands — but he can't help and snarls, snapping muppets filthy hand off of you to replice with his, he almost ready to see you push him away, remind him how he pushed you away.

but you beam at him, settling him on burning fire, and john knows that he won't push you away this time, because you're the sweetnest he craved all this time.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[shinyscollection]

Just Price Thoughts #3

NSFW under the cut, MDNI

content warnings: Smut, Piv, unprotected sex, cockwarming (duh), fem nicknames, no mention of female anatomy. a/n: It’s 1am and this idea popped into my head, so enjoy my brain rot ig

Cockwarming with price? Cockwarming with price

Listen, Price is a busy man. Being the captain of a taskforce doesn’t exactly leave him with a lot of free time, or energy.

But, Price is a giving man

Thus, the compromise

At first, he was hesitant. Why would he be inside you if he wasn’t pounding into you? Bending you to his will, his hands pushing you into the perfect position while he spears you on his cock until you’re both sweaty and spent? He didn’t see the appeal of just… sitting it inside.

But when he’s got you on his lap, looking oh so pretty as he sits at his desk, your warm walls wrapped tight around him, pulsing with your heartbeat. Your arousal dripping down his length, your warmth squeezing him tightly, your small whimpers… yeah… price could get used to this.

You, on the other hand, are seriously regretting it. You’ve been sitting there for what feels like hours, slit open on his dick, and he won’t move! He hasn’t done a thing. You’ve been so good for him, and he hasn’t said a word, hasn’t even looked at you. If it wasn’t for the hand that rests on your thigh, youd think he didn’t even know you were there.

You’re at your wits end, wanting, desperate for anything. You give a testing rock of your hips, which is quickly followed by a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to yelp, and John finally speaks

“Sit still.” he chides, and it takes everything in him not to grin at the downright pathetic whine that leaves you in response, burying your head in the crook of his neck

“please” you cry softly, and price simply tuts in response, rubbing soothing circles on your hip,

“Isn’t this what you wanted, lovie?” He taunts, raising a brow. He chuckles as you whine again, louder this time, and he presses a kiss to your temple, his dick twitching as you clench around him, and he has to bite his lip to stifle a groan. He’s got half a mind to punish you for a bit longer. See how long it takes for you to break, start begging for him.

Price is a lot of things, but he’s not cruel. So when he sees that small pout, the tears of frustration pricking at your eyes, he relents, his features softening as he gives your hip a reassuring pat

“Alright, darlin’. How about this? You sit nice and still for me while i finish this last little bit of paperwork, and then I’ll fuck you nicely.”

He leans back, nudging your chin upwards with his finger, forcing your gaze to his, and when you give that eager nod, your eyes lighting up at the idea of finally being fucked properly, he grins, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose, picking up his pen, his free hand returning to its previous task of rubbing circles on your thigh,

“there’s my sweet thing, hm?”

Yeah… you might have sold him on the idea.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

[celestialwhoree]

💌🌷

John Price with a makeup loving partner who's used to buying drugstore makeup because all of the products they want are so expensive.

When he realises how they look at the Charlotte Tilbury, Chanel and Dior makeup stands at every department store they go to with longing eyes, he's immediately pulling out his card.

"John, I can't!" They're immediately taken aback by the thought of spending his hard earned money on something so silly.

"Course you can. Makes you happy, right? If you're happy, M' happy too."

They spend silly amounts of time swatching blushes, glosses and fancy eyeshadows, John plopping every little thing his partner so much as looks at in their basket.

"You like the glittery things, yeah? The ones for your eyes?"

"Mhm!"

Goes on to grab some £70 eyeshadow palette without even glancing at the price.

"Go grab us a coffee whilst I pay for this?"

Doesn't even give them a choice as he slides a £50 note into their pocket and ushers them away from the till towards the Selfridges or Harrods café.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thinking ab Price fucking you after seeing you so upset from a really bad day to help cheer you up. You’re on your back as he’s fucking you so good that your eyes are unfocused, you’re panting, and have a big dumb smile plastered across your face, which was his final goal, other than making you cum so hard you forget your name.

“Yeah that’s right lovey dovey.” He coos. “Smile for me baby. Lemme see how happy this cock makes you hm?”

He’d smile himself, proud with the way he has you dumb on his dick, happy that his pretty girl is happy again.

“Aww see baby?” He coos at you again. “All you needed was a nice thick cock.”

[etchstar]

COD characters and how i think they’d act when they are in a secret relationship with you

═══════ ⋆ghost⋆ ═══════

✮ everyone would know, not only because simon would refuse to go easy on you in bed, despite the thin walls and ruining his team mates sleep schedule, he didn’t want you to ‘hide those pretty sounds you make for him.’

✮ He would refuse to take his eyes off you during training, making sure to pay close attention to where his teammates hands were placed. One time price had to hold him back from Gaz after you happened to straddle him during a take down.

✮ When the squad realised it was probably best to just let you train with him, you know he would sneak in some cocky praising. He’d love to pin you underneath him and watch you try and squirm your way out as your stubborn nature only turned him on.

✮ Would definitely lie to you about missions if he felt that you would be put in danger, this annoyed you a lot.

✮ Was always by your side if you were on a mission, he would get mad at you if you strayed from his eyesight, often when you get a kill you’d be met with a stern glare from ghost for putting yourself at risk. only to be met with a spanking later that night.

✮ Would fuck you til you couldn’t walk, and when you wake up there would be a note telling you he was on a mission and to ‘not worry’ cause he ‘hadn’t finished with you yet’.

═══════ ⋆könig⋆ ═══════

✮ So distracted, whenever price was going over a mission outlook, König would often zone out watching you sort out your pens in coloured order, highlighting information about the target, sometimes cutely chiming in with study of your own to help the group out. He’s thankful he wears a mask otherwise everyone would be able to see his tinted pink cheeks as he tries to readjust the tent in his pants.

✮ You would take König’s protectiveness over you and use it against him in training. If he were to flip you on the matt you were quick to let out a small whine which caused him to loosen his grip and quickly inspect you for any damages he did to your small figure, keeping in mind the size and weight difference between you.

✮ It all began when you needed König’s oversight on your research of a target. You burst into his room not realising the fact that the man was on his bed stroking his cock to the thought of how you’d managed to make him feel during training. When he saw you in there he was quick to cover up expecting you to run, or be horrified at what he was doing with how innocent you are in his eyes, but instead you dropped to your knees in-front of him.

✮ You LOVE teasing könig, mainly cause he won’t do a thing about it until the end of the day when he would force his member into you often cooing to you as he cradles you in his arms letting you adjust to his size as your pussy spasms on his cock letting out small whines into his neck.

✮ Was quick with medical attention, no matter what it was. Once you cut your finger using a knife cutting up salad, guess who was beside you with a first aid kit, bandaid and a kiss for your finger to get better. Ghost quirked his brow seeing this interaction remembering the moment könig dislocated a man’s shoulder tackling him and doing nothing about it.

✮ Found it so cute the way your small hands gripped the guns and how you’d often complain after carrying around a hefty weapon all day.

═══════ ⋆keegan⋆ ══════

✮ You and Keegan had a— rough beginning. To say the least you hated each other, anything you did Keegan had to do better and when he finished he’d just stare at you with those emotionless eyes pissing you off. That was before the team had busted a large undercover operation, going out for drinks to celebrate, causing you to wake up in his naked arms seeing his face for the first time.

✮ After that it was purely sexual, you still were silently competitive often trying to prove who was better, or who could make who cum first.

✮ After doing extended research on a target, price decided to give you your own mission allowing you to take Keegan, Soap and König along to a meeting breaking down the perps daily routine and secret doings still feeling those burning eyes on you the whole time.

✮ Keegan couldn’t explain it, he was infatuated by you, your constant drive to do better, the way you moved with such grace while controlling a knife, not to mention the face you’d make when he hit that certain spot inside you that made you let loose and forget about your seemingly one sided competition you had against him. When you’d melt on his cock and turn from soldier to slut for him shaking your hips trying desperately to drive him deeper.

✮ One day in training when it was just you and Keegan you’d managed to get him on his back quickly straddling him laughing at your victory over him, before you realised Keegan had lost control pulling you into him kissing your lips passionately before fucking you profusely in the middle of the training room.

✮ After that all you and Keegan seemed to want to do was find ways to sneak off during training and come back to each other risking the team finding you fucking like wild animals in the most inconvenient of places.

═══════ ⋆price⋆ ═══════

✮ You worked in the infirmary, acting as a worried nurse to the team, often scolding Ghost when he would go too hard with training and keeping the base tidy adding a woman’s touch here and there.

✮ You wouldn’t find out about price’s feelings for you until the teams base was invaded after tracking a terrorist organisation. Seeing you held in his targets arm with a knife against your throat as you tried to reassure the team to stay calm as tears stained your cheeks

before price put 3 bullets in the man’s skull. You were a bit shaken up for a while but that didn’t stop price from continuing your duties forcing the team to clean up after themselves and getting a new bouquet of flowers every week for the vase in the infirmary.

✮ It wasn’t until price was injured and sent to you that you had gotten to properly thank him, removing his shirt and working on his wound trying to ignore his built torso and rippling muscles before he tucked a hair behind your ear whispering how beautiful you were, yeah that’s it, your lips met his in a passionate slow but rough kiss.

✮ The team didn’t miss Price’s extra visits to the nurse and they certainly didn’t miss the lipstick prints on his neck or the undone fly of his pants leaving the infirmary.

✮ Price’s new found interest let the team have some more control over meetings, training and dinner, realising that the two people who acted as their parental figures started retreating to the same bedroom every night, rather than cooking dinner or joining for a movie before bed. Not that you were sleeping anyway.

═══════ ⋆soap⋆ ═══════

✮ You and soap were polar opposites, while you believed strategy for a mission came down to planning and being organised soap constantly undermined your set up immediately going for the throat no matter what the circumstances, although most would find it brave and inspiring you found it plain fucking stupid. You were always yelling at him trying to make him understand the risk he was putting him and his teammates in by not listening to you but all he seemed to do was smirk at you before teasing you about the fact that you’d go a light shade of pink when you were mad that he thought was cute, once more undermining your anger.

✮ That was until one mission, soap went in doing the wrong thing the wrong time again not sticking to schedule, guards had alerted the target who had made a quick escape ruining the mission. The team came back to their base all understandably pissed off but none as livid as you. You’d stormed into soaps room demanding an apology before he’d have you pinned against the wall nipping your neck. That night he took the anger of the failed mission out on you.

✮ The next day soap made a point to start planning the next mission going over your studies gathering locations of where the target could be before putting you in charge of a plan that he’d promise to follow.

✮ It’d worked, using a small camera and earpiece you were able to tell soap exactly what to do and when to do it while letting him handle the combat stuff successfully bringing down a large drug pin. The team cheered to your name raising their glasses before downing the alcohol and letting loose for the night. You thanked Soap for listening only to be met with a heated kiss dragging you to the toilets for a quickie.

✮ The next mission was easy, soap didn’t need your lead but insisted on having you in his ear anyway. Unfortunately it was the same day your vibrator arrived in the mail, you decided you’d try it out and let soap have a listen, that was until the earpiece cut out.

✮ Your door slammed open that night revealing an angry soap, throwing his earpiece on your side table demanding an explanation as all you did was give him a cheeky giggle. That was before he fucked you senseless of course.