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#captain price x reader smut
meowpupp · 23 days
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TW//: hardest smut I've written (I think), cnc, gangbang, punishment, body writing, extreme degradation, overstim, anal, oral(m&f receiving), implied poly relationship, bad editing.
thinking abt captain price who brings his puppygirl to work. you've been naughty, a desperate mess for his cock. humping his boots, pawing at his cock, grinding your dripping cunt on whatever you can find. he's tired of it.
price ties you up, handcuffing you to the coffee table in his office. he strip's you down, leaving your soft body exposed to whoever walks in. he even turns the ac up, smirking the way your nipples pebble, thighs shaking as you whine.
and to make it worse, he writes on your body. filthy words that make you squirm and leak. 'slut', 'whore', 'breeding bitch', 'cocksleeve', 'fucktoy'. he even goes as far to write a bold 'BREED ME' adding an arrowing pointing directly to your pretty cunt.
he's so mean, ignoring your desperate little cries and pleas for mercy. even as johnny holds you down, shoving his cock deep down your throat, he ignores you. he has no qualms finishing his paperwork while the sargent stains your pretty face with cum.
he lets all his soldiers use you. ghost stuffs your little cunt. it practically feels like hes ripping your little body apart. hands spreading your thighs as wide as they'll go, pawing the fat there as he spits a large, fat, ball of saliva on your clit. he laughs as you twitch, slapping your tits as you cum around his thick cock.
even gaz doesn't spare you mercy. he adds to prices writing, for such a pretty man his mind is filth. 'cum dump', 'dumb slut', 'free use'. he crosses out the 'BREED ME', instead writing 'useless'.
uses the left over slick and cum from ghost, pushing into your tight, inexperienced ass. big hands hold you down as he kisses up your spine. he doesn't care if it 'hurts', or if he's 'too big.' there's an arrow pointing to your ass, clearly saying 'USE ME.' he's never disobeyed an order from price, why would he now?
it's even worse when all three take you at once. ghost and soap fighting for room in your cunt. the two men are impatient, shoving their cocks deep inside your poor, overstimulated, cunt even as you cry.
gaz is no help, wiping your tears away as he forces his load down your throat, holding you still until you swallow everydrop. he squeezes his dick through your throat, milking every drop.
it's only when you're all fucked out, every hole stuffed with cum, that price has mercy. he lays you out on his desk, hands still cuffed, and cleans out your pretty cunt. licking fat stripes to your clit, fingering all the cum shoved into your pretty, used, cunt.
"shhhh, sweetheart. I know. but you wanted this, remember? this is what happens to needy puppies like you. they get held down and fucked like the little toys they are."
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prettyoatmeal · 5 months
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That Damned Attitude of Yours (John Price x Fem!reader)
A/N: I got the inspo from @ r0achluvr on tiktok for this. Their HC's are too good to not write about.
GENRE: Smut :3
Summary: After coming home and finding you immediately pissed with him over small, petty things, he fucks that attitude out of you.
Warnings: Dacryphilia, brat taming, unprotected sex, creampie.
Names Used: Darling, gorgeous, baby, greedy girl, good girl, beautiful fussy girl.
Word Count: 582
Masterlist here!
NSFW UNDER CUT
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"What's the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?"
All you could do was let out a muffled moan in response. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought hours had passed by that point. You very quickly lost track of time, barely tracking it in the first place. You couldn't even remember what you were pissy about to begin with. Now you were bent over with your face firmly shoved into the bedsheets, face down ass up with John gripping the flesh of your hips and leaving bruises along your skin as he pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.
All you could hear was your moans mixing with the erotic sound of skin slapping together. Every thrust hit against that sweet spot deep inside your greedy cunt, driving you wild. John had driven orgasm after orgasm out of you and now you've been left a sobbing mess, drooling and moaning against the sheets as you left a creamy ring at the base of his cock.
"I can't hear you, gorgeous. Speak up," snickering, his grip tightened on your hair as he pulled your tear stained face from the sheets.
"Fu-uck! John-" you squealed before he let you go from his grip again, satisfied with your fucked-out response. He only earned another loud whine as his hand snaked down your front and between your legs, his rough fingers pressing against your throbbing, sensitive clit.
"Shh, I know baby. Just one more for me, okay?"
His voice was husky right against your ear. Eyes rolled back, your cries and moans were muffled by the mattress again as he fervently worked your clit. It was too much almost, John eating up your sobs and cries of sensitivity as he coaxed you through another orgasm.
"Just gotta fuck this damned attitude of yours out, don't I? Greedy girl." he growled with a particularly harsh thrust into you, jolting you forward with a yelp.
You accepted your defeat.
Angling his thrusts, it wasn't long until you felt yourself trembling with the overwhelming feeling of your final orgasm of the night, releasing all that tension and build up with a loud cry into the mattress.
"Thats it, that's it, oh you're such a good girl."
With a few more forceful thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm, he pulled your hips back towards him as he spilled his hot seed inside you with a loud groan. Your walls clenched around him with a whine as to milk him of every last drop.
Your poor, overused body would've collapsed against the bed if John's strength wasn't holding you up as if you weighed nothing, going limp in his grasp.
Catching his breath, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, his huffs hitting against your damp skin as he spoke, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You always take me so well."
He pulled out with a sigh and you immediately felt his release seeping down your thighs as he finally settled you back down onto the comfort of the bed. Laying down next to you as he continued to place small kisses along your shoulders, you felt the warmth of a wash cloth wiping away at the mess between your thighs.
Turning your face out of the plush of the mattress, your half-lidded, glossy eyes stared up at him, and he immediately pulled you into a soft kiss.
"There she is. There's my beautiful, fussy girl." He whispered against your lips with a giggle.
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This made MY OWN tummy do the thing, okay. I should be studying... but tumblr needs me *batman moment*.
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fallenneziah · 5 months
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Summary: Teasing your husband John while he's busy with work was already a risky move, but coming to see him while he's with his lieutenant... Even riskier.
Cw: spit roasting, oral (m! And f! receiving), teasing, dirty talk, Price sharing his beautiful wife. Afab reader, reader uses she/her. Multiple orgasms, pet names, overstimulation.
Nearly 4k, another thing I guess that could count for kinktober. Enjoy?
Admittedly, you shouldn't have been texting John while you knew he would be at work. But you were feeling yourself and wanted to send him the necessary photos to include him. John knew you were not above teasing him, no matter what the workday would be like.
So when his phone went off again, he had to do his best to ignore it, swishing his shallow glass of whiskey while thumbing through a record report with Ghost.
Although it did get his mind wandering, thinking about what it could be this time. If you were in that new lingerie, or if you'd ditched your clothes altogether to show him what he wanted.
He huffed to push away the thought, taking another sip of whiskey and placing the glass down gently.
"They made it to the waypoint before they had to turn back." Ghost said, finding photos from the back folder and pulling them out. "That rock perch we had was completely blown. I guess they were spotted and not spared…"
Price didn't have the option to reply before the second of silence was cut by the sound of his phone. He hummed, finally picking up his phone and seeing the photo you had sent him. For the love of… You're going to send him crazy. And he didn't know if it was good yet.
He placed his phone back down and shook his head softly, naughty girl.
"Sorry, I should've turned that off." He murmured, looking down at the report once more. "Did they find anything?"
"A couple of guns." Ghost answered, flipping over the paper and placing it down for the two to share.
Price nods, clicking his tongue thoughtfully as he reads.
The two continued to talk, unaware that just down the hall, you were cooking up ideas in your head. Looking at your tight military uniform. Oh, you could wear it. Not as if seeing you fully clothed didn't get John hard anyway.
You'd been teasing him all morning, and now you were planning to head to his office for a little mid-work quickie.
You slipped out of the room, looking down the hall before heading for the office. Your hips had a particular sway, knowing John had to be tensely waiting for you.
You made it to his door and listened, hearing him talking. If he was on the phone, then you had the double advantage.
Without a second thought, you entered. "John~ baby-" you managed to cut your script off when you saw Ghost sitting in the chair across the desk, looking at you expectantly.
Price leaned forward in his chair and cleared his throat. "Love, I'm a little busy right now."
You blushed softly, nodding and attempting to back away, but John's familiar whistle kept you.
He motioned you over to his side, keeping his eyes on you, even though Ghost would burn his gaze through you.
You closed the door and came to his side, his hand resting on your hip, running smooth circles over it.
Your hand gently combed through John's hair, his hand moving from your hip up against your belt, slipping it inside the fabric. You gasped softly, biting your lip in anticipation as his fingers pulled your panties and slipped past.
Ghost's body language didn't give away that he knew. He didn't give away anything, actually.
They just continued to mutter and mull over their paperwork again, John making a 2% effort to give you the attention you sought.
It made your cunt clench, shifting back into his hand as his wrist made it into your pants, middle finger slowly circling over your slit, feeling the juices building up between your labia from your excitement.
Your grip on his hair tightened as his finger finally pressed over your clit, making you moan. You knew Ghost wasn't stupid. And he knew you two well enough to know something was happening.
But it didn't make you feel guilty for being so open about your pleasure.
Ghost remained, not saying a word about it, however. Even as you felt yourself melting into John's side, hips shifting to help get his fingers where you wanted them to go.
Your eyelids fluttered when he pressed his finger against your clit, circling briefly and pulling back to run his fingers through your slick mess.
And yet you felt annoyed you weren't getting even half the attention you wanted. You knew he was busy, but now he was teasing you back. As if telling you to be patient or be bold enough to do something about it.
And oh, how you wished you could have stood there and taken his teasing back like a champ. But you couldn't, not like this. You hadn't spent all morning for his attention, only to get off on his hand subconsciously. No, no, no.
You shifted your body, leaning into his ear and nuzzling his cheek. "John…"
He chuckled lowly, his middle finger rubbing your clit softly and making you sigh.
"Yes, my love?" He murmured back, looking down at his paperwork and writing a few notes.
You groaned softly, feeling your legs shake. "John…please, baby."
"You'll have to be specific, my darling."
Ghost grunts over the paperwork, looking up from the photos to you two. John, he wasn't ashamed. He was protective, but the idea of sharing his wife with a close man. When being such a slut for his attention. It didn't bother him.
John looked at Ghost, who shifted his gaze away.
"Why don't we take a little break, Ghost. We'll come back to this later."
Ghost nodded understandingly. "Yes, sir." He moved to stand, but Price stopped him. "That won't be necessary."
Ghost raised an eyebrow, and you as well, feeling your breath hitch to suppress your whine.
Price smirked a little, working his finger across your slit, dipping his fingers into your cunt to tease your sloppy, needy hole.
"Always so needy… It's like she wants the attention two of me could give her…"
He looked at Ghost, who returned his gaze. When Ghost made no move to leave or dismiss himself to give them privacy, John took it as acceptance. And Ghost knew he wouldn't get pushed away.
Your cheeks feel a bit warmer, hips squirming when John's finger makes it to your warm insides, but pull away all too soon.
He hums, looking at his slick fingers. "Pants off, love." Your face flushes a little warmer, looking between them.
"John-"
"Pants off, princess, be nice and good for me."
You shudder under his voice, finding yourself resigning and unbuckling your belt in seconds, tearing down the zipper and stepping out of them, leaving you in your panties and top.
John hums, moving the files and papers away, clearing his laptop and nodding toward the desk, to which you comply.
John stands, pushing you back against the cold wood, his lips finding yours as his hands mess with the buttons of your shirt, groaning and pulling them open. The ends hanging over your shoulders, falling across your wrists.
"So pretty…" he hummed, moving to undo his own pants.
Ghost watched, the growing bulge in his pants giving him away.
John noticed, smiled at him and held a hand out for him, offering him his spot.
Ghost preferred to stay seated, feeling his pants straining with you pushed under Price like that. And John continued, kissing you and taking your bra off, strong hands massaging and cupping your soft breasts. Pushing them together and pulling away so he could suck one of your nipples.
You moan softly, gasping out his name happily.
Ghost's eyes bore into your back, palming his crotch, watching you two mingle.
Price wouldn't force Ghost, but just the extra pair of eyes got his cock a lot harder than he first expected.
You looked gorgeous and needy like this, and Price could tell Ghost agreed.
You inhaled deeply, feeling John pushing you back, his hands firmly spreading your legs wide as he pulled your panties down.
Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as Price kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips forward again so you were just perfect.
Your eyes focused on him, watching him lean in, his beard making you shiver as his tongue flicked and curled up and down, reaching your slit. Your eyelids fluttered as he cared for you, mouth working away the slick puddling from your core.
You whimpered, gripping the desk tighter. A shadow fell over you, and you looked up, moaning when you saw Ghost. He shuffled forward, forcing your back straight as his chest pressed against you, his gloves off so he could feel your soft breasts.
His hands were larger and rougher, his touch feeling different than John's. Groping and pinching at the supple flesh, tugging at your nipple while John licked away.
You could barely contain yourself, panting and moaning from their combined touch on your skin. Ghost's eyes glued to you, playing with you as if this was the first time he'd touched someone. And yet his hands moved skillfully against the hard buds of your breasts, squeezing and pinching in a way that makes your cunt ache.
John's hands held your thighs, pulling your legs wider as his mouth worked you. Your toes curling from the sensation.
"Oh please, oh god…" you gasped, feeling yourself reaching the peak.
You looked down at your husband between your legs, his mouth working its magic blissfully and effortlessly. He knew your ins and outs, the spots that made you tick.
Combined, they were making short work of you.
The only noises in the room were John's muffled grunts and your moans of desperation for where they were taking you.
You moaned louder, trying to buck your hips to get yourself to the finish line, but their combined weight held you in place, Ghost's hands pinning your shoulders and holding you steady, John's hands holding your thighs open wide.
You were at their mercy, trying to wiggle out in vain, strong hands keeping you down.
Ghost's warm breath hit your neck, the fabric of his mask pressing against it, whispering just out of reach of your ear.
"Bein' such a good slut, sweetheart."
You shivered, exhaling harshly, your eyes moving from John to try and look at Ghost. His hand took your chin, thumb pressing to your bottom lip, and he turned your face away, back to John.
"Focus on what Price is doin', love."
His voice made your stomach drop, his words hitting your ears like honey.
John's tongue circled over your clit, pressing his nose against your mound, his eyes fluttering closed, taking a deep breath.
You couldn't help but whimper.
Ghost chuckles softly, his hand still holding your jaw, his other moving down your body and groping your breast once more.
"John…" You whimpered, squirming. Price looked up at you, kissing your clit and pulling away briefly, his lips warm with your juices.
"You're doing so good, Princess, so good."
"She's a fuckin' whore ain't she Price?"
John smiles, humming his agreement and turning his gaze to Ghost.
"She'll take any attention she can get. Ain't that right, love?"
You look into his eyes, wanting him, to be near him. You'd take attention, only if he would give it. You admit you were a slut for any attention he'd offer you.
Ghost chuckles, his hands moving up and down your sides, his breath hot.
"I'd say she's a good little slut."
"Good little slut." John echoes, leaning back down and sucking your clit, his teeth brushing the sensitive nerves, tongue flicking through your labia.
You continue to squirm, lips parting from your orgasm being so close. Feeling Ghost's breaths, his hands dragging over your breasts and flicking your nipples. Whispering words in your ears that make your stomach twist like a knot.
"John, please…" You pant breathlessly.
"Please?" He asks, pulling away, his beard dripping with your slick. "What does my girl need? You want to cum?"
You nod frantically.
"Use your words, my love."
"Please- please, John, make me cum, I need to." You whine. "Please… Please." Your eyes fill with pleasured tears, welling you just shy of spilling. His fingers tease your slit, circling just enough to give you friction before pushing in.
"There's my girl." He rubs your clit with his thumb, slipping his fingers deep into your slit, making you arch and whine.
"C'mon, princess. Be a good little whore for me and cum on my hand."
"Fuck!"
Ghost holds your wrists down, watching you buck and writhe, feeling yourself reach the edge.
You cum on Price's fingers, feeling him tight inside you, warm cum spilling down over him. He hums in satisfaction, rubbing your slit gently. "That's it…"
You shiver and shake, breathing heavily. And still not feeling satisfied. John sits back in his chair, undoing his belt and pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it firmly.
Ghost continued to keep you still, his chest pressed to you while you watched John. His cock was leaking pre-cum, swollen from anticipation.
"On your knees, sweetheart. Why don't we let the lieutenant have some fun of his own."
You whimper, attempting to look up at Ghost, but his hand pushes your head away gently, nudging and urging you across the desk to a new position, stomach flat across the hardwood.
Ghost looked down at your dripping pussy, running his fingers over your labia. He plays with your wetness a moment, slapping your ass gentler than you would have expected.
Price hummed, stepping forward, smacking his hard cock against your cheek gently. "You look so good like this, love…"
You look up at him with that precious look in your eyes, opening your mouth when he cupped your jaw, pressing his cock in against your tongue.
"Atta girl- there it is." He grunts, sliding into your mouth.
Ghost rubs your ass, squeezing the soft flesh between his hands. Finally, undoing his belt and his zipper, freeing his cock from his jeans.
His eyes remain locked on your body, stroking his cock and rubbing the length against your ass. Cock drooling in need, salty pre-cum leaking across your plump ass.
He takes his chance, pushing his fat tip against your dripping slit, teasingly rubbing his cock between your wet lips, gathering up your slick.
You moan around John, his hips thrusting shallowly. You look up at him, keeping your eyes on your husband, one hand gripping the desk, the other on his hip. John's hand resting under your chin, his cock sliding into you. "Look at you, my good girl… Always my good girl."
Ghost groans, feeling himself slip in easier. Feeling his cock get soaked by your tight cunt, his grip on your hips tightening.
"Shit."
John looked at Ghost, watching him, his hips thrusting slowly. "Feel how good she is? How wet?"
"Fuck…" Ghost's head tilted back, his hands moving up your waist, his hips snapping harder, making you moan louder, vibrating around John's cock.
They work in tandem, soon finding a rhythm, Ghost's hips slowly riding in and out of your tight, wet cunt. John slid his cock further down your throat, helping you relax and take him, seeing your helpless expression.
"Fuckin' hell…" Ghost groans, exhaling softly, smacking your ass and squeezing the flesh between his fingers again.
You whine around John, looking up at him with teary eyes and seeing his lustful gaze.
"You're doing so good, my love. Fuck." He groaned, his head tilting back as you sucked his cock, working your tongue along the underside of his cock, swallowing spit and pre-cum. Choking along his length and trying to relax again as he pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat and sliding you along.
Your back arches, feeling Ghost's hips pick up a little, cock driving into your tight cunt, watching his length disappear into your dripping, desperate cunt.
He was getting to fuck his Captains wife… Fuck, you'd think it only happens in porn, and yet here he is. With your tight cunt wrapped around him. A cunt claimed by Price shared with him. Such a good cunt at that. Hearing you choking down Price's cock makes him harder, his hands wrapping tightly around your quivering hips.
Your thighs trembled, your cunt squeezing him, begging him for more.
"Christ."
John pulls away, stroking his cock as you whine and whimper, his cock throbbing, watching Ghost fuck you.
Pre-cum and saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock, more of it dripping down your face as he strokes himself, seeing Ghost starting to pick up his pace. His hand comes down across your ass, making you whine again.
It felt so good. In a way, it felt sinful and yet, seeing how much John enjoyed watching you get fucked made it all worthwhile.
Ghost's grunts are getting louder, his breath hitching. "Fuckin' hell.."
"You gonna cum, Lieutenant?"
Ghost's hand moves down between your thighs, fingers working against your clit, feeling you clench around him.
He grunts in acknowledgement, spanking your ass. Admittedly it had been a bit, but the idea of cumming in your cunt made him bristle in utter arousal. Especially of a woman who doesn't belong to him. His cock throbbing inside your pussy, eyelids fluttering as he fucks his hips into you.
You gasp when he forces you onto the desk, grabbing your hair and forcing your gaze up. You moan, Price stroking his cock against your cheek.
Ghost's thrusts grow more and more erratic, his breathing laboured. "Fuck…" he hissed, pushing you down harder, fucking his hips into yours.
"Fuck fuck-" his grip on your hair tightens, making you moan loudly, gasping out John's name. Ghost grits his teeth, slamming balls deep into you before pulling out, shooting his cum across your back, splattering along your spine.
"Fuck…" He pulls away, slowly stroking his cock, watching you pant and whimper.
Price's smile only grows. "Good girl, love." He caresses your cheek, grabbing your underarms and pulling you off the desk. You pant, your pussy dripping, feeling fucked out just from that, but you aren't done.
Price sits on his chair, pulls his pants down and urges you onto his lap. He turns you, your back to his chest, and he lines his cock up with your cunt, pressing his length into you.
You shudder and whine, arching into him as he grips your hips, helping lift you up and down along his cock.
You rest your head against his shoulder, his hands groping your breasts as you bounce along his cock.
"Look at him, Princess. Look at how well you took him." He hummed, his breath fanning over your face, feeling his warm touch against your skin.
You pant, trying to hold your head up as you slide along John's cock. Your eyelids flutter, and your breathing is heavy. "John…."
"You've always been a good little girl." He groaned, his teeth grazing your ear lobe, nipping at it and hearing you whimper.
"You like this, don't you, love?"
You nod, swallowing thickly and trying to relax around his cock. Ghost finally approaches as his cock recovers, stroking it and getting down on his knees before you, sucking your breasts as Price fucks you.
You moaned louder, feeling overwhelmed by the attention, having both of them and loving it.
John's hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, not choking, just holding. Your hands move, one to his hand, the other to Ghost's mask, tugging the fabric gently.
He sucks your breasts, stroking his cock as well. Price continued to bounce you on his cock steadily, hearing your moans and groans. Panting and whimpering.
"Fuck, Princess. You're so good." John groans, squeezing your throat a bit, feeling your body shiver.
Ghost's cock twitches, a few drops of precum dripping down to his hand.
"Oh god…" you whimpered, jerking away from Ghost's mouth.
Ghost leans up, watching you.
"You like it…" Price hums, his hand moving to your ass. "You like it, Princess? Having both of us fucking you…"
"Fuck you're tight, princess." He grunts.
"Go ahead, love. Cum."
His cock throbbing, feeling you clench around him, and God, you just whimper and mewl, feeling him slide in so deep and cumming, coating his cock with your cum.
"Mm, fuck…"
"That's my girl." He continues to thrust, his hips snapping up, cock throbbing, cumming into your tight cunt.
You whimper again, just having his cock inside you, making you feel full.
"Such a good girl." John hums, kissing your neck, sucking softly, making you shudder.
Price lifts your leg, pulling you off his cock and stroking it across your ass. You gasp, breath hitching. "John-"
His cock presses against your asshole, grunting and forcing you down. "Shh, easy baby, Easy, love." He cooes to you.
"Fuck!" You yelp, feeling John's hand squeezing your neck a little as he grips your hips tight to his own.
"Fuck, Princess…" he groans.
You groan, arching into him, your body shivering.
Ghost strokes his cock, watching you get fucked in the ass and hearing your whimpers.
"You can take it, love."
You whimper, but you feel his cock spreading you open a little, the head of his cock sliding through your walls. It feels so good. So full. So dirty. Ghost jerks his cock faster, watching your trembling frame as his Captain's cock slides into your ass.
"You like it, Princess?"
"I can feel you're excited, my love." He chuckles, Ghost groaning at the sight of her. "Look at him. Look at how much he likes watching me fuck you."
You gasp, your eyes fluttering. The feeling is intense, so much so that you can't think of much else. You feel like you could cum again it feels that good.
Ghost leans in, pushing your thighs apart more, hooking them over Price's and sinks his mouth onto your abused cunt. You jerk and cry when he licks and sucks on your clit. Price chuckles softly, kissing your throat. "Easy, princess. Taking it so well…"
You whined, tears stinging your eyes from the overstimulation. It felt so good, being between them, having them treating you like this.
"I-I can't!" You cry, but John gently silences you, stroking your throat. His cock continues to ram into you, stretching you nicely around him.
Ghost's tongue lapped through your labia, flicking your clit and swirling around your slit. You jerked your hips again, convulsing and cumming again, what little you had left in you sloppily dripping from your fluttering slit.
John's hips settled, rubbing your thigh slowly. "There…"
Ghost leaned back, wiping his lip with his thumb. Having cum a second time, seed dripped down his cock and onto the floor.
John had one hand keeping you firmly still in his lap. You panted and squirmed, but didn't fight. He grabbed some tissues from his desk and handed them to Ghost, who did his best to clean himself and the floor.
Price then grabbed the file and his computer again. Ghost zipped up his pants, fixed his mask and sat back down across from you both, legs parted, watching Price.
Your cunt clenched, having just been utterly railed, and now they were back to business.
Price poured another whiskey into their cups and swallowed his back, sighing softly. You leaned into John's neck, and they continued with their work.
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statusexile · 4 months
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Task Force 141’s favorite torture method when they found out you work for Makarov is by tying your arms and legs wide open to the bedposts while you’re naked as they wrote derogatory words such as “cock whore”, “cum dumpster”, “gang rape me”, “free to use” all over your body. You will be nothing but their fuck toy, your body will be used at their own will. Your cunt and asshole will be so fucking sore and puffy after having to fuck them multiple times a day to the point it became numb.
Ghost and Price will be the most ruthless ones, they’ll fuck you like you’re a subhuman, torturing all your holes not only with their fucking thick cocks, but by using every single thing that they could fit inside you, making sure your holes are gaping and stretched wide open, solely for their amusement as you violently scream for their mercy.
While Soap and Gaz will physically torture you by choking, slapping and constantly using your mouth as a fleshlight. They love hearing you gag on their cocks while they face fuck your mouth. If you pass out, they’ll slap you over and over again until you wake up only to be used by them again.
Your body is all sticky from their cum, basically oozing with them from every single pore on your skin at this point. Your mind and body is constantly about to break from them constantly fucking and torturing you, while the room you’re held hostage in constantly blaring with metal music and blindingly bright lights for 24/7. You’re lucky if you get any water or food, most of the time their cum is your only food for days. But hey, you’re a strong girl, right? I’m sure you’ll keep up with their demands.
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cordeliawhohung · 2 months
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Hiii! I've just binged mafia Price again, as one would, and now I desperately wanna know their first time together 😍 Was it after dating some time, ot much longer or maybe right away? How did they felt? Nervous I bet, but what was anticipation like? Did he make it a planned occasion, or was it casual? Was it quick rough, or slow and sensual, or something else? Like 🤯🤯🤯 My mind's gonna blow thinking about all these. Give this girl some insight, pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻
ugh i answered an ask a few weeks ago that was sort of similar to this but about them dating and i was trying to find it to link with this post but alas, tumblr search is dog water lmfao. anyway it's been a bit since i've written something proper for him so enjoy a drabble to answer your question (:
mafia!141 masterlist
cw: alcohol, smut, mutually possessive sex, (maybe slight technical dub-con due to the alcohol but both parties are awake and aware i'm just putting this here just in case)
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When John got home, he found you in the kitchen.
Quiet music hummed through the speaker on your phone as you worked on serving two big plates of food like you had predicted his arrival. You greeted him with a grin as you gestured to the food in front of you on the island, proud of your work. Its fragrant aroma was mouth watering, almost to the point he found it difficult to think about anything other than eating. Your smile was contagious and John found himself chuckling as he approached the other side of the island.
"What's all this?" he asked.
"Dinner, of course," you replied.
John scoffed slightly at his rather poorly worded question and your cheeky response. "Alright, well what's the occasion?"
"No occasion," you said. "You've been at work all day, and I felt like cooking, so..." You paused to pick up one of the plates and held it out for him to take. "Dinner!"
In the last few months that you had been staying with him, you had cooked plenty of times, but never anything quite like that. A part of you felt a little guilty for not being able to show your appreciation as much as you wanted to, for taking you in and keeping a roof over your head, but more often than not he wouldn't allow it. There were few chores he would allow you to do as a guest in his home, and if you wanted to cook or clean for him, you often had to do it under his nose when he wasn't home.
And still, instead of telling you how you didn't have to do all that, how you didn't have to waste your evening cooking a lavish meal, he took it without complaint and allowed you to lead him into the living room. That evening was full of good food, a very expensive wine that you attempted to convince John not to open but he did anyway, and an old slasher film that was more humorous than it was unsettling.
Something was different about that night. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was something else, but you seemed to smile and laugh more than you had for the last few weeks. And you were beautiful. The way the dim glow of the TV illuminated your face as you took a sip of wine, the way you laughed and pointed at the screen when one of the characters died; you were perfect.
"Thank you. For taking care of me," you suddenly spoke up.
John had stared at you for so long he didn't even realize that the movie was over, but you didn't seem to mind his unwavering gaze. Yet he was a bit confused by your sudden comment. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the truth, but he felt like he didn't deserve it.
"Your gratitude is wasted on someone like me," he muttered, eyes refusing to leave your face.
"What makes you say that?" you asked.
"I'm not a good man."
"I know."
While it wasn't the answer he expected, John was glad you knew that much about him at least. He gave you a breathy laugh as he looked down at the remaining wine left in his glass. The dark red liquid swirled around as he leaned forward to place it on the coffee table.
"How do you know?" he questioned, hoping you would indulge him.
"I've always known," you said as if it was obvious. "If you were a good man, you'd be dead by now. Good men don't live long in your line of work."
"So you've known I'm a bad man this whole time?"
The expression on your face contorted and it wasn't long before your hand rested on his arm. He didn't dare look down to where your fingers brushed against his skin because he feared you would retract if he did, like someone who didn't want to get bitten by a dog.
"You're not a bad man," you retorted as if the very thought had offended you.
"How do you know?" John challenged.
"Because you are kind."
In that moment, John swore he had always known you, and maybe he did. He had known you as the chief's daughter when he was a child. He had known you and your laughter as you sat next to him in maths as a teen. You had always been there, lingering in the back of his mind, finding him when he least expected it.
So when you leaned into him, he didn't stop you. And he didn't stop you when your hands rested on his chest, or when your lips pressed against his. In fact, he savored every moment of it. Your skin on his, your teeth sinking into his flesh; it all felt so familiar like your body was the only one he had ever held that way.
It all happened so fast he felt dizzy, but all John knew was that when he saw you laid out naked on his bed there was nothing in the world that would ever take you from him. He couldn't stop the way his lips were drawn to your chest where he kissed a gentle trail between your breasts and down to your navel. He couldn't stop the way his mouth latched onto your cunt like it was the only sustenance he would need for the rest of his life.
And it was the most love you had felt in your entire life. The way he gently pawed at your body not in greed, but because he needed you to be closer, to feel every inch of you. Every moan that left your lips was carefully fished for, and if one thing didn't work he would try another. The way he crooked his fingers inside of you and swiped his tongue over your clit was all done so carefully, only aiming to please you.
When he eventually pulled away from you, got you so worked up that your legs quaked, you wanted to return the favor. Wanted to thank him for taking you in, for treating you as well as he had, but when you tried to sit up his hand firmly kept you pinned against the mattress. He reminded you that you were under his roof. You were his to take care of.
He continued to remind you of that fact with every pump of his cock inside of you. Each thrust had you repeating his words back to him with pitched moans, how he would take care of you, how good he was to you, how you were his to take care of, you were his, you were his. By the time he emptied himself into you with a heavy grunt and a needy kiss, you knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be.
After that night, you only slept in his bed, and eventually it wasn't just his bed, but yours too. It happened slowly, and all at once, that he had become yours and you had become his, and yet at the same time, it was like it was never any other way to begin with.
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vampzzi · 1 year
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TRAINED OUT
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Captain John price x Keegan P Russ x "Soap" MacTavish x Konig x Female reader
cw: this all consensual, running a train, creampie, tit fucking, blowjobs, choking, hair pulling, blood kink, rough sex, cervix kissing, awkward sex positions that took me too long to figure out how to write, Dacryphilia, cum drinking, cumming on body, just really messy sex, porn without plot, consented recording, anal fingering, anal sex with prep, vaginal sex, pussy slapping
author's note : thank you for 100+ followers, enjoy this mess of a post while I push myself into exam week. post will be more distant cause of exam week
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MALE VERSION ! . . . .
The camera light flickered as Keegan held the phone, the light flashing red showing that it was recording as you looked up at the camera and looked away nervously. When Soap mentioned something about a train, you didn’t think it would be this many people. 
You held your finger up and counted..Ghost, Keegan, Soap and Konig. Price was briefly mentioned but you didn’t know how much you could take before he could get to you. 
Alright..Soap turned his back to you and held a smile as you nervously smiled back and did a stiff wave as cleared his throat. “You’ve got a long way ahead of you, but before we get to it.” He paused.
 “Are you clean? Like any STD’s orr” chiming in before he could finish “If I had an STD, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have agreed. That’d be cruel and evil.” He only nodded at your response “Anyways, who do you want to go first?” You haven’t thought of that yet, Keegan only held on the phone and kept it rolling.
He seemed uneasy but calm, his icy blue eyes burning into yours as you broke eye contact with him and looked at your options. “Keegan.” He clutched onto the phone with a tight grip as he tensed up and relaxed, trying to keep his composure. “Alright then.” 
He out stretched his arm  as Keegan walked up to him and placed the phone  in his hand. It honestly made you wonder what would people think if this is what the Task 141 does in their freetime, “training”. 
 Keegan literally had no fucking idea how he got convinced to do this, this is something he’d think about and immediately say “nope” or “pass”.  He had experience it’s just he felt vulnerable in this situation, this felt way more than intimate and he couldn’t put his finger on this feeling.
“Say..instead of 1 person, how about you pick one more Name.” Soap spoke as you chuckled and pointed without even thinking “Ghost.” He was expecting to be last if he was honest with himself but that quite surprised him. Ghost and Keegan sat on the bed as you sandwiched yourself between the two big men as you felt smaller. 
They were both insanely strong and good looking, your breathing was heavy as you looked around. Keegan shoved what little bit of dignity he had inside him and kissed you as you submitted in the kiss. Ghost hands snaking around your waist as the skull part of his mask dug into your skin as he rested on your shoulder, he wasn’t going to lift his mask in front of all these people.
Now if it was you, it would be completely different. But he still did it anyway as he placed kisses on your neck as you mewled out. He nibbed and dragged his teeth from the atlas of your neck to your collarbone, repeating the motion as he bit down harder and harder each time. 
Each time, it would strike moans out of you as Keegan’s tongue explored the wet cavern of your mouth, tongues meshing with each other while your vision doubled, the feeling of you being disassociated from your body had you pushing yourself into the men. 
The feeling of your blood trickling your neck along with the feeling of Ghost’s warm tongue licking up the evidence as you pulled away from Keegan to breathe. As they both looked at you, pupils blown with lust, hair in a different state than a few minutes ago. 
You were completely out of it and they were too as Ghost raised his head from your shoulder and smirked as your blood was at the corner of his mouth, the metallic smell held a trance over you. Keegan helped you lay back as your head laid over the edge of the bed and your bottoms were pulled off as well as your garments, the room was actually colder than you thought it was as the coolness washed over your warm pussy.
Keegan's hands trailed down your waist and over your mound to your wet folds while Ghost was focused on the belt of his pants, he really should have taken all these unnecessary belts off just like when he took his gear off before getting here. Freeing himself from the decades worth of belts, he pulls his pants down as you can see bulge in his boxers as you almost salivate at the sight.
Your other partner on the other hand is already heavy against your folds, rubbing up and down against your cunt as he smears your juices over his heavy cock. Ghost pulls his boxers down and takes his cock out and strokes it as he smirks “Open wide, pretty girl..” he coos as you open your mouth and he slowly pulls into your mouth as you take every inch.
He’s still pushing into your mouth until he pushes through the tight squeeze and settles inside your throat while you’re to the base of his cock. Face against his shaved pelvis , as Ghost holds a taunting smirk on his face “pretty slut taking what’s giving to her..” he says under his breath, Keegan is more busy thrusting into your cunt as he pushes inside and you jolt forward. 
Choking on Ghost’s cock as he groans out at the feeling, they both thrust at the same time but not the same pace. Ghost is calling you a bitch,whore while also keeping it warm while Keegan is grunting and pulsing inside you as he cusses and whines about how tight you are. 
The roughness and whininess from them has your head spinning. You can only take what your given while Ghost fucks your throat throughly, your pretty sure you have a bulge in your throat from Ghost big size while he fucks your face at a pace, you’re not sure how he’s lasting so long at. 
It doesn’t help how Keegan is fucking you and hitting your sweet spots along with your cervix while flicking your clit and pressing down on it, even applying a slap to it as your eyes are watering and your letting out choked sobs and moans. Konig and Price watch closely as you get your holes stuffed and fucked, the pushing back and fourth from the men cause of their harsh unwavering paces. 
No signs of stopping as Keegan can sweat drip down his back and the side of his forehead as he can feel his cock about to explode, as he edges himself to keep going as that doesn’t go as planned as he pulls out and cums all over your cunt, you moan around Ghost’s cock as he’s still fighting his own denied orgasm. 
He holds you close and paints your throat white, the warm fluid filling your mouth as you gulp it down as it’s the best you’ve ever had. He pulls out of your mouth as some cum drips out and onto the floor as you pant out and the men collect their clothing and move out the way.
 “Hm, you lasted longer than I expected,” Soap muttered out. “Guess it our turn Konig” Soap passes the camera back to Keegan. Konig uncrosses his arm and stops leaning on the wall as Soap and Konig walk up to you as you sit up. 
Soap took off his shirt and completely stripped himself but his boxer as he laid down “Come here Name”. 
Soap says as you move over to her and he grabs you by your hips and helps you into a kneeling position as he has you spread your legs a bit more, you help him get his boxers off and he lets out a light hearted laugh “eager, aren't we?” he teased as you rolled your eyes and examined his girth and size.
Not as thick as Ghost or Keegan but he made up for it with his length, “C..Can I?” you breathe out and “Course you can darling.” you slowly sink your pussy down on his cock as he moans out, slapping your ass as you yelp. 
“Fuck, you are tight!” Soap says as you hit the base of him as you feel Konig’s warm hands on your ass as he’s pouring lube on your puckering hole and circling it. Sinking his fingers into it as you focus on the two mixed pleasures as you feel like you’re gonna go cross eyed soon.
Once Konig deems you’re prepared enough, his cock is at your hole. He only says one thing before pushing into you “I hope you’re for this.” The bass and growl in his body has your body shaking as he pushes inside as you dip your nails into Soap’s chest, The way they’re both deep inside of you just like the previous two has you wondering how they don’t have partners. 
They don’t go in Unison like Keegan and Ghost would, they’re fucking brutual. Both moving at fast pace that has you slapping against the base of Soap with loud noises as Konig slaps your ass and holds onto it while fucking into you and Soap is just thrusting into you with a fucking rough pace as he keeps kissing your spots. 
You could pass out from all this if you really wanted to, but you didn’t want too, Konig grabbed you by the Neck and held onto your neck as you choked out a moan as he turned your head to kiss him, while he thrusted into you and Soap gave a few harsh thrusts that had you bouncing upward. The recording was going for a while but they kept at it, you didn’t think you’d get creampied by both Konig and Soap but they blew inside of you with loud cursing as Konig held you by your neck with a low growl while Soap was completely out of it.
The room was reeked of sex, cum and sweat. But hey it bought you guys all together in the end as you laid on the bed and your chest heaved up and down. Soap was of course gonna take care of you as this was his silly little idea as he held a rag and helped clean off the cum while Ghost helped you with clothes and Konig helped with your hair and Keegan gave you words of praise. This was definitely going in your diary as the best moment of your fucking life.
* BONUS !! Price <33
While everyone went with Soap to get you things to help clean up the door opened and Price walked in and smiled down at you. “Well, looks like you had fun” you chuckled and sat up. “You could say that”. “Do you mind if I?” he lifted his hands defensively and you clicked your tongue “I don’t mind, in fact I welcome it” bringing a smile to his face. 
He walked up to you and unzipped his pants, pulling his boxers down along with his pants and laying his cock against the soft of your breast. You squished them as he nestled between them and sighed out “Ready?” Price said and you made eye contact with him “Ready than I’II ever be.” He thrusted between your boobs with a rough pace as the tip kissed your lips as you snuck your tongue and applied a kitten lick to the head as he bit his lip.
“Fuck..Do that again” he said as you repeated the kitten licks to his head before taking the tip in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it and licking in the slit while he thrust between your soft breast as he gasped and grunted as he rutted against your mouth to take more of his cock.
He was pulsing as you could feel how much warmer his cock was as he pulled away and came on your tits, opening your mouth as some hit your tongue and face. “You’re fuckin messy, but I love my girls messy” Price said before the door opened to the others returning back.
“Looks like Price is here” Soap says “How about a round 2 but with price?” “sounds like a plan.”
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hihhasotherfixations · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 12: Hate/Angry sex - Price x Reader
Kinktober Masterlist
CW: fem!reader, rough sex, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, angry Price - though not at you
So, the reason these fics of the last few days are late are cause ‘twas my birthday! So I’m catching up now but I figured for my birthday day fic I’d go a little more out than usual, hehe. Enjoy Price using you to blow off some steam ;3
Word Count: 3468
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Walking in through the door, John slammed it shut, an anger and vitriol radiating off of him that had you wide-eyed and silent in a second, sitting on the couch and watching him.
“John?” You asked, but it was like he didn’t even hear you as he kicked off his boots, dropping his bag with only a little too heavy a thunk before he stalked into the house, an angry frown on his face.
Immediately, he walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a scotch and pouring himself a hefty glass, not even bothering with the ice he usually so meticulously put in whenever he poured himself a drink.
Leaning back on the couch, you looked at him, a worried look on your face. “John. Big bear.” You finally got his attention with the horrible nickname you only ever used to tease him, though this time, there was not a hint of teasing or mischief on your face, your brows pulled up in worry. “What’s wrong?”
Taking in the deepest breath you’d seen him take in a long time, it almost seemed as if he was trying to reel in his anger before he sighed out deeply, rounding the couch and crashing down into it right next to you, nearly sitting down on you and spilling his drink; though it was clear his mind was somewhere else as his face twisted up in frustration. “Fucking Norris thinks he can ground my team because he’s ‘higher rank’.” He spat, making air quotes at the end as he took off his hat and slammed it onto the coffee table.
“Whoa, hey, what happened?” You ask, placing your hand on his thigh, to which John started tapping his fingers into his knee.
“Colonel Norris – bastard that he is – decided to ground my team because of a mistake his men made while we worked together a month back. An op went wrong because of it and now he’s making it a whole case, trying to spin it on my team.” John seethed, his fingers stopping their tapping as he instead started bouncing his right leg, frustrated. “Because it’s being investigated, we’re not allowed to go out until it’s solved. But we had a fucking target right in our grasp-!” John sat up, his hand wringing an imaginary neck before he huffed out a frustrated breath, falling back into the couch as he covered his eyes with his hand.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You frowned and John sighed deep, sitting straight to throw back half of his drink in one go, barely even reacting to the burn as it glid down his throat.
“We’re not getting this guy in our sights again. It took me three months to track him down and right as we were planning a mission to get him, Norris comes with this shit!” He hissed, partially turned to you now, just ranting to you. “And I’ve had problems with Norris in the past in Urzikstan but back then it could be excused by him simply following orders from higherup, but this time it’s completely him and I’m bloody done with this bastard!” He growled to you, a fire in his eyes that didn’t seem to want to die out anytime soon.
“Is there anything you can do?” You asked, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit though it had the complete opposite effect, firing John up even further.
“I already tried everything! I sent e-mails, told Norris in person to just hold it off for a week, spoke in meetings about it but this molded muppet used his rank to override any of my requests!”
Seeing he was not going to be stopping, you knew you had to do something.
“How the fuck am I supposed to do my job when he is coming in here during one of the most vital times happening in the last half a year?! For a thing we didn’t even do?! It’s ridiculous and I’m gonna-!” “John- John?” You stopped him mid-ramble, turning his face towards you. “You’re getting too worked up. You need to blow off some steam.” You spoke softly, watching him huff out a breath as he tried to reel himself in, realizing himself he was just throwing everything on you now.
“I know, but I really can’t be bothered. I’m not going to the gym and I’m through my cigars this month. I’m not doing anything else today, sorry Y/N but-“ “That’s not what I meant.” You interrupted him again.
At that, his brows furrowed in confusion and you shifted on the couch, leaning towards him and placing your free hand directly on his crotch, your lips centimeters away from his, causing his breath to hitch.
“Plenty of ways to blow off steam without leaving the house.” You whispered and John groaned, shifting as just your touch – palming him – had him turning hard ridiculously fast.
“Darling, it won’t be pretty.” He gasped softly, trying to keep his composure as he closed his eyes, his lips pressed in a tight line while he leaned forward to slowly place his partially drank scotch on the coffee table.
You however, leaned in and started peppering kisses down his neck while he moved back to lean properly into the couch, having deposited his drink. “I don’t need pretty. Seeing you so worked up is just doing things to me.” You admitted, continuing to palm his crotch, feeling his erection straining against the fabric of his uniform.
Groaning, John just threw caution to the wind, grabbing your hips and yanking you onto his lap, his mouth slamming into yours.
You barely had any time to squeak before it was a mess of teeth clacking and tongue, John wasting not a single moment to claim your mouth for himself while his hands went down and tightly grabbed your ass, squeezing.
Pulling your hips into his, he practically forced you to straddle him as he began to thrust up, rocking his bulge against your crotch desperately.
It rubbed straight against your clit, making your eyes flutter shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back with fervour.
His hands wouldn’t stop groping your ass, running up and down the expanse of it before he released his right hand, using it to smack the flesh hard. “Take it off.” He commanded, barely breaking the kiss to say it, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.
“O-Okay.” You whispered, trying to catch your breath from the intensity and suddenness of the situation, only to get a firm squeeze to your rear again - you better hurry up.
Getting off his lap, you took off your pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them before looking at your husband.
His eyes were roving your thighs, his pupils blown out before he reached out and held you by the back of the thigh, right under your ass as he pulled you in. “Be good for me and take it all off.” He rumbled as he slid forward on the couch, leaning in to place his lips to the front of your panties, grazing his teeth across it and making you shudder.
“Yes, sir.” You whispered, getting an approving squeeze to your thighs as you then pulled your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra as well.
While you did that, John’s hands roamed up your ass, slipping under the fabric of your undies and up until he turned his hands around and gripped the fabric, bunching it up before tearing it off your ass, leaving you completely naked as he simply dropped it to the floor.
Gasping as he ruined your panties and threw them, you didn’t even have time to protest as John locked his arms under your ass and lifted you as he got to his feet, starting to carry you to the bedroom.
“God, you’re exactly what I need right now.” He murmured against your stomach, his beard rubbing across your skin, making you close your eyes.
“Use me however you want.” You whispered, one of your hands tangling in his hair, making the man groan softly.
“Are you sure, love?” He asked, kissing your stomach while he kicked open the bedroom door, only half an eye used to navigate his way around the house.
“Positive.” You smiled and a little growl left the man.
Before you knew it, you were dropped onto the bed, your husband crawling over you with intent. Yet before he could fully eclipse you, you placed your hand against his chest, stopping him.
“What?” He grumbled, clearly unhappy by being stopped but you just smiled.
Seeing the sly look in your eye, John narrowed his own, trying to deduce what you were planning as you slowly moved out from under him, sitting up while he followed until you lowered yourself off the bed and down onto the floor.
“Thought I could do what I wanted.” He challenged, his chest deeply moving up and down, betraying how worked up he actually was.
“I’m just here to help you along.” You grinned, moving between his legs as you then reached for his belt, starting to unbuckle it, never breaking eye contact as you opened his pants.
As you moved to pull the clothing down his hips, he gripped your wrists. “No, darling. If you want to suck it, you can. But I’m in control. Understood?” He asked, dropping your wrists to instead fish himself out of his underwear, hard and leaking a drop of precum.
Swallowing softly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his cock, a low chuckle leaving the man when he noticed. Reaching out, he placed his left hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer while his right hand gripped the base of his shaft, angling it towards your lips.
Without complaint, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, immediately starting to suck.
Feeling that, John let his head fall back as he groaned, slightly rocking his hips. “Fucking hell-“ He hissed and you smirked around him, making the brunet snap his head down to you. “Don’t get cocky.” He warned and you innocently looked up at him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, taking him a little deeper into your mouth.
Groaning, his brown furrowed in irritation as he clenched his jaw, his hand tightening in your hair as he then pulled your head down, making you take him even deeper.
Getting the reaction you were hoping for, you moaned around him, sucking as you bob your head, John helping you by beginning to move your head up and down, clicking his tongue to try and stay quiet when he felt your tongue swirling around him.
“God, keep that up.” He grunted, starting to lightly buck his hips up into your mouth while he pulled your head up and down.
Closing your eyes, you just relaxed your throat, letting John begin to fuck your mouth as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, his hips beginning to speed up.
Almost as if a switch flipped, John groaned as he began to lose himself, leaning forward over you as he thrusted into your mouth, moving deeper and deeper until you gagged, spit gathering at your lips as he continued to move, pleasure curling through him.
Reaching out, you placed your hands on his thighs, doing your best to stay put, tears in your eyes as he became more and more vocal, pushing past your gag reflex.
His hips eagerly pumped into your throat, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him, both of his hands cradling your head, pulling you down onto his cock in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ John choked out, abruptly pulling out of your mouth, making you gasp for breath while he panted, his left hand holding the base of his cock, almost as if he was stopping himself from climaxing.
“J-John-“ You whispered but his right hand moved from holding onto your hair, down to your chin.
“Get on the bed.” He ordered through his pants.
Wiping the spit away from your mouth, you nodded and slowly got up, climbing onto the bed while still trying to catch your breath.
Grunting softly, John shifted onto the bed again, spreading your legs as he then spit onto his fingers, reaching down to rub through your folds, only to find you absolutely dripping.
“God, you love me being rough, don’t you?” John huffed, spreading your slick onto his fingers as he then pushed two fingers into you, making you whine.
“Y-Yes.” You mumbled, blushing. Though he always held an air of dominance in the bedroom, John never truly lost himself, always being just a little too careful for your liking whenever he went onto the rougher side.
Pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, John growled softly, his eyes dark and intense. “You want me to fuck you then? Blow off steam?”
“Properly, yeah.” You whispered, taking in a sharp inhale when he scissored his fingers in response, a slight burn appearing as he stretched you out just a little too fast, needing to be inside you but wanting to prepare you at least a bit. “Leave it.” You gasped, John tilting his head, still scissoring his fingers.
“It’ll hurt, darling.” He growled softly, leaning down to bite at the sweet spot on your neck he knew by heart.
“I want it to.” You mumbled, grabbing his hips and pulling him down, making John huff.
“So you’re working against my command now too? Not even letting me prepare you.” He grunted, still moving along with you as he rubbed his cockhead through your folds, spreading your arousal on it as he clenched his jaw. At his words, you nodded as you bit your lip and the brunet growled. “Very well.”
With that, he pushed into you, not waiting or letting you adjust like normal as he instead shoved in to the hilt, groaning as he felt your heat envelop all of him, his eyes closing as he paused.
Opening his eyes, he then looked at you. “You asked for it.” He spoke lowly, the gravel in his voice twice as prominent as he began to move, his hands shooting down to your hips to hold you down; no easing into it as he began to rapidly pump into you.
Gasping at the burning stretch, you threw your head back, whimpering out a moan as your husband began to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours as he took you with short and quick thrusts.
“My team disobeys me, my superiors sabotage my mission, and now my own wife won’t even let me take care of her properly.” John hissed, a fire burning in his eyes as his thrusts intensified, strokes long and deep.
Your walls clenched around him as you moaned, a flush to your face from the anger and irritation radiating from him as he pounded into you, keeping you pinned down to the bed as you tried to buck away from him and into him at the same time. 
“Stay still.” He growled, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he kept you down on the bed, his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust.
“Fuck-“ You gasped, making John groan as he moved, his eyes half-lidded as he could feel every ridge of your cunt, wrapped so tightly around his shaft, rubbing into him as he pushed in and out of you.
“That’s right, take it.” He hissed, his left hand moving up to squeeze your breast while the fingers on his right dug into the side of your ass. “Just like that.” He praised, his voice still rough as he leaned his face back into the crook of your neck.
“John-“ You gasped, only for him to sink his teeth into your skin. “Shut it.” He grunted, bucking his hips into yours in a frantic pace, his cock hitting deeper because of the new angle, rutting into your cervix and making you cry out.
Feeling the entrance of your womb, a loud groan escaped the brunet, his tip bashing into it repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure and slight pain through you, making you moan out more.
“Fuck, you feel good.” The man grunted directly into your ear, making you whimper.
Huffing, he couldn’t take it anymore, pulling back from your neck to tear his shirt from his body, throwing it off the bed and allowing you to see the hair dotting his torso, leaning down into the v-line and happy trail connected to his cock currently thrusting deep inside you.
Groaning, John pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs, not willing to stop fucking you just to take it off, simply accepting it as he felt relief washing over his sweaty body, no longer completely cooking in his clothes.
Seeing his chest bare before you, you whined and reached out, running your hands down his pecs, feeling the coarse hair on his chest, hiding the scarred, warm, soft skin underneath. As you trailed further down, your lip between your teeth, John suddenly grabbed your wrists, swiftly pushing them down above your head.
“Did I say you could?” He growled, punctuating his words with a hard thrust, making you moan out. “Stay put.” He huffed, holding your wrists down with one hand while his other moved to your waist, holding you down while he slammed his mouth to yours, his chest pushed into you.
Whimpering into the rough kiss, your eyes rolled back as heat grew in your abdomen, feeling him fuck into you, your toes curling as he bottomed out with every thrust.
Pounding roughly, John was huffing against your lips with every thrust now, sweat gathering on his brow and running down his back, causing a sheen on his skin mirrored on your own, the exertion and pleasure coming to a head.
“John, please-“ You moaned, your legs weak and trembling, feeling your head start to go light as the heat spread, your walls clenching slightly around his shaft.
“I know, shit-“ John groaned, rutting into you with fervour as his cock began to twitch, feeling you clench around him.
Whining out a moan, you clenched your eyes shut as you arched your back, John moving his lips from your lips down the center of your throat, his teeth nipping and biting as he groaned out a moan of his own, trying to stave off his orgasm as he slowed down his thrusts, getting rougher.
“Fuck, please!” You cried out for him, only for his thumb to descend onto your clit, making you moan loudly as your back fully arched, your cunt tightly clenching down on him.
Feeling that, John moaned, his cock twitching while you came around him, your walls spasming and squeezing tightly, making him groan out low and desperate, his hips bucking as he continued to rub your clit, stretching out your orgasm.
“Good girl, good girl-“ He panted like a mantra, his hips bucking quick and sharp into you, your pussy so greedily taking him in, your arousal coating his entire shaft and leaking down your thighs.
Whimpering out as you came down from your high, John thrusted just a few more time before moaning low in his throat, shoving deep into you, filling you up completely before he released himself inside your walls.
His cum, thick and plentiful, spurted into you, making you whine out at the feeling of it splashing against your walls, your entire body flushed as you panted, exhausted and spent, your throat and voice raw.
“Bloody hell.” John panted, staying inside you as he lowered himself onto you, his arms on either side of your face holding him up while he tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” He mumbled after a moment, pressing kisses to the apples of your cheek.
“Never better.” You panted out, letting out a short and light chuckle before you reached an arm up and placed it onto his cheek. “Are you?”
Leaning into your palm, his eyes finally seemed to have calmed the storm, instead holding a loving look towards you. “Definitely a lot better.” He smiled.
Carefully, he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, refusing to pull out as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.
“I love you.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head.
“I love you too.” You replied, closing your eyes as you snuggled into him. “If you’re ever angry, you know where to find me.” You teased and John let out a rumbling laugh, kissing the top of your head again.
But then again, he was definitely considering on taking you up on that offer.
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x-doing-ur-mum-x · 3 months
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John Price x Virgin!Reader
Hey babes I do take requests 24/7 so send anytime 😚 
Warnings: smut with some plot? She/they pronouns/fem!reader, no protection (Use protection nasties.) P in V sex mentions breeding, virginity taken, couch sex, slight overstimulation, no use of Y/N, Reader is 20-25.
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You're sitting on prices lap in a passionate kiss on the couch of your shared home, both of you have been dating for a while first meeting each other when he picked you to be on task force 141,  working by his side slowly gaining feelings for him you wouldn't ever say it or even pay attention to it, that was til he had asked you out on a date. You never told him that you were a virgin, you found it a bit embarrassing that you're in your early 20's and haven't lost your virginity yet, you didn't know how he would respond. He's always respected you and made sure you were ok with everything he did making sure he didn't take lingering touches too far or passionate kisses more than that, he didn't mind that you weren't ready as long as you are comfortable is all that mattered the most to him.
You pull away from the kiss trailing your hands on his chest a bit nervous you wanted to tell him but didn't exactly know how. Price caught up on your nervousness holding your hand with one of his as his other hand remains on your waist rubbing soft circles while stealing a soft kiss from your hand.
"What's on your mind dove?" Price asks, as he continues rubbing soft circles on your waist trailing down to your hips
"If you want me to stop I will, hun" Price says reassuringly as he steals a kiss from your forehead.
"No, I want you to continue. I've just never done this before…" you softly mumble the last part feeling even more embarrassed. He smiles softly kissing your red cheek.
"We can always take it slow, love. As long as you're ok with it." He says, slowly putting both hands on your hips.
"I'm ok with it" you reply, trailing your hands on his chest again.
"Atta girl" he says as he presses his lips against yours slowly trailing his hands on to your ass, as he presses kisses to your neck and collarbone leaving variations of deep purple and red marks on your skin.
His hands leave your ass and reach up to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside to be forgotten about. Price leaves soft kisses to the top of your breasts before ripping your bra off to leave more pretty red and purple marks on your body. Softly massaging your breasts he puts one of your left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it loving how red your face is, staring into your eyes admiring the bite marks in his provisual vision. He stops sucking your left nipple and caresses it with his big hands rolling your nipple between his pointer fight and his thumb making you bite back some moans and whimpers.
"No one's around, dove, I wanna hear you make those pretty noises, my love…" Price whispers into your neck kissing it and softly biting it making sure he doesn't hurt you, making you whimper a bit when he leaves another red mark on your skin. Hearing you whimper made it more tempting to just fuck you right then, of course he wanted to take it slow for you making sure you remember how much pleasure you got from him. He knew he had to fight back the urge to fuck your pretty little brains out and breeding you till all you can think is how good his cock makes you feel. His self control was strong, the only weakness he had was you, you always have been. Small stolen kisses turned into heated make out sessions, you always could make him fold so easily even just your presence in the room or you taking care of him after missions or just long days of paperwork. Pulling you back into a passionate kiss as he slowly lays you on the couch making sure your lips stay connected to his. You both break away for air as Price puts on a show taking his shirt showing off his abs, the scars on his abdomen and the hair on his chest while rubbing circles on your waist with his thumb “Do I have consent lovie?” He whispers into your ear.
You simply nod, as your heart starts racing faster "I need words hun." He simply states.
"Yes.. you have my consent john.." you say just above a whisper. He slowly pulls your pants and underwear down, tossing it to the other side of the room to be forgotten about along with your shirt and bra. He starts kissing and biting your inner thighs making sure it matches with your chest he looks up at you once more
"What's the safe word, dove?" Price asks 
"Asteroid" you simply reply softly
Price kisses your clit before he starts to give it a few kitten licks earning a few whimper and whines from you as you start closing your thighs a bit. Price wraps his hands around your thighs so he can continue his meal although he wouldn’t mind having your thighs squeezing his head, he’d love for you to do it he'd even encourage it, he’d die a happy man being suffocated by your thighs but right now he just wants to see your face how good he can make you feel by just his mouth. He soon enough attaches his lips to your swollen clit sucking harshly to bring you closer to your first orgasm of the night. Price softly rubs small circles on your thighs as you come down from your high
"Good girl" Price mutters the praise soothingly as he scratches your thigh with his beard before pulling away from your heat, leaning up to kiss you again as you take rushed breaths to come back from your high.
"You alright, Lovie?" Price asks gently before kissing your bruised neck again massaging your waist with his big hands
"Yeah…" you quietly respond trying to slow your breathing down
"You're such a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?" Price softly whispers into your ear
"Only for you" you breath out
Price chuckles as he pulls you into another deep kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth claiming his dominance once again. After a few moments price pulls away
"Are you absolutely sure, hun?" Price asks once again while lining up to your heat
“Positive.” You confirm once again reassuring your boyfriend that you wanted this, Price kisses your cheek before slowly entering his tip into your warmth making you moan softly.
“Good girl..” Price praises again moving his hand to hold yours as he slowly pushes himself more into you, by the time he was halfway inside of you you squeezed his hand starting to get a bit overwhelmed from the stretch of your walls. Price immediately notices and stops moving so you can adjust to his size “Good girl, so good for me, honey…” Price coos into your ear kissing the side of your face he continues holding your hand reassuring that you're doing good for him “Can I move again hun?” Price asks again.
“Y-Yeah please move baby…” you whine out almost begging for him to move again Price starts moving the rest of himself inside of you, once he's fully in your heat he stays still once again making you can adjust to his length “Tell me when to start moving doll face” after a few minutes of peppering your face and neck with kisses you move your hips trying to get some form of friction between you two "John please move…" You whine out needy, John chuckles kissing your neck once again moving out slowly and back inside your warmth again keeping the slow pace for a few thrusts before going faster "Just tell me when to go faster Lovie'' Price says kissing your jaw keeping the same pace so you get used to how big his size is, after a few seconds he grunts into your neck feeling you clench around him making him buckle hips slightly, you clench around him again hearing a low groan in your ear  from the man above “Please move faster, John…” You whine into his ear bucking your hips into his. Price chuckles moving his hips into yours faster making sure he goes deeper into you “This good, baby?” Price asks moving one of his hands to caress your face “Y-Yeah amazing, John” you whimper as he hits that one area of bundle of nerves inside you, Price notices immediately moving his lower half to aim at your sweet spot trying to make you come to your second orgasm for the night. You wrap your legs around his waist starting to get lost in the pleasure "Fucking shit, you feel so good, my love" he groans into your neck quickening his pace a bit, feeling the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen bucking his hips into yours throwing himself a bit off pattern. Price moves the hand caressing your face down your neck then your breasts, slowly stopping at your abdomen feeling himself rutting into you making him groan before moving his hand down to your clit rubbing and pinching it lightly to get you to your second orgasm of the night "C'mon, baby cum for me. Cum all over my cock, wanna feel you, baby" He mutters in your ear as he softly bites your earlobe quickening his pace and making sure this is the best orgasm you've ever had. "Oh fuck- John!" you whine arching your back whimpering his name as if his name was a prayer as you squeezed his cock releasing your second and final orgasm of the night "Squeezing me so fucking tight, honey" he pants against your ear "Where do you want me to cum, doll?" He asks on the verge of his release.
"Inside me please, I need to feel you." You whine starting to feel overstimulated bucking your hips once again. As soon as those words left your lips he buried himself in you as deep as he could letting the coil in his stomach snap, cumming inside of you trying to keep his cum safe inside of you as groans your name under his breath.
Price stays like that for a minute before pulling out slowly not wanting any to spill out  "Good girl, took me so fucking well, didn’t you, love?" He says as he caresses your face, kissing your cheeks "Let's get you cleaned up." He says before picking you up bridal style carrying you to the shared bathroom placing you on the toilet seat kissing your lips softly "So proud of you, my precious girl" He says before leaving a quick peck on your lips turning back to the bathtub starting to run the water. "I'll be back in a minute, ok?" He says before leaving the bathroom door.
You hum exhausted as you lean against the back of the toilet seat waiting for him to return. Price leaves the bathroom changing the sheets and putting your favourite pyjama set on the bed before going down stairs getting you a snack and water.
"Love, I'm back." He says, giving you the glass of water and snack "Don't want my pretty girl passing out on me" he chuckles, kissing your forehead before going to the bathtub making sure the water is warm enough, turning off the taps. Price picks you up bridal style once again placing you in the bathtub sitting next to you on the floor "John, get in with me please" you say caressing the side of your boyfriend's face.
"How could I ever say no to such a perfect girl like you, love?" He chuckles getting in behind you kissing the back of your neck pulling your body closer to his "So proud of you, baby. I love you so much" Price murmurs in your neck scratching you with his beard probably leaving you beard burn for the morning to deal with.
"I love you too, John," you say smiling, moving your hands up and down his arms that are wrapped around you massaging them softly.
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squishycheekanon · 1 month
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Can we get more with Price? 🥺 Pleeeeeeeeeease? Pretty please?
Hells yes. More price thots🥰
Price loves when you first wake up, all sleepy and mumbling fivemoreminuets just to get that extra bit of shut eye. He just adores how limp and pliant you are, barely able to squeeze your own fists together so early in the morning. And fuck you’re so warm, his cold hands caressing your skin in an attempt to heat them up a bit.
You’re so sweet with your eyes closed, eyelashes almost touching your cheeks, mouth slight open and he pretends not to notice the little bit of drool on your pillow. He’s too busy admiring the rest of you anyways.
You’re stretched out on the bed on your back, arm lazily thrown above your head and the other over your stomach. Your legs are a little skewwiff, one almost straight and the other bent at the knee almost hanging off the bed. He chuckles at how you can find the position so comfortable that you’d want to be in it for five more minutes.
And those five minutes turn into ten, then into fifteen and suddenly he remembers that he’s got the guys coming over for breakfast in an hour. He could leave you to sleep, but you’d been so excited to see them when he told you. It has been a while. Price’s brilliant mind comes up with a plan and admittedly it’s not a very good one. It would probably make you even more tired but who can say for sure eh? He can.
Focused blue eyes move down your sleeping figure to where your pretty legs are parted, not nearly enough space for his large body to be, but he’s sure he can work something out. And he does, hooking his fingers around the material of your underwear, he pulls them down your legs throwing them somewhere in the bedroom and blows on your cunt.
Grinning as you twitch in your sleep, he licks a stripe up your pussy and moans at the sweet taste of you, watching your hips buck from the sensation. “Fuck yeah darlin, buck your hips like that.” Price groans, voice rough, watching you react to his actions, licking another stripe up you but using his thick tongue to swirl around your aching clit. He can feel himself hard and straining against his boxers, throbbing cock pressing against the mattress. He fights the urge to rut into the sheets.
Sinking his tongue inside you with his nose purposely rubbing against your clit, Price loops his hands around your thighs pulling you apart for deeper access. At this point you stirred, eyes blinking open to find your ruggedly handsome husband between your legs, tongue buried inside you. You moaned instantly not only feeling the pleasure but at how fucking hot it was to wake up to this, to being eaten out and so thoroughly too. “Yeah let me hear you, nice and loud for me sweetheart.”
“Fuck John oh my god!” You whined your hips bucking and squirming, he knew your body so well, and it didn’t take long for him to get you there. He knew exactly how to fuck you just right, tongue, fingers, cock, it didn’t matter. He could make you cum so easy and fuck he loves it.
“Such a hot messy cunt rubbing all over m’face.” Price groaned, blue eyes staring into yours holding you there, paralysing you under his gaze, “come on darlin, be a good girl and make a mess on my face.”
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I’m a firm believer that Price prefers giving rather than receiving and has refused a blowjob before. Don’t get him wrong, you have gave him the best head he’s ever had, making his eyes roll back, his muscles twitch and making him groan out obscenities. However, Price just lives to eat you out.
He licks your pussy like it’s his last meal, drinking up your juices and sucking your clit like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He’ll fuck his tongue inside of you and finger you way past your limit, continuing to make you feel good even after your fourth orgasm. He loves to watch you squirm and see your eyes roll back, loves to hear you cry out and whine as he pushes you over the edge again and again.
He just wants to take care of you. You don’t need to do anything for him, he gets off seeing you as a complete mess
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captainpricelover · 9 months
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In the car, really?
Captain price x f!reader
Wordcount- 0.8k
Warnings: Smut!! Car sex, Public sex, P in V sex, Breeding kink, possessive!Price. Price missed you after a long mission and shows you that in his own special way.
Names used: Honey, Hun, Baby.
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After an extended mission, you pick your boyfriend up from the airport. It's the middle of the night and no one else is around. It's raining heavily and you're playing your favourite Lana del Rey song through the Bluetooth speaker.
Prices smile at you as opens the driver-side door, he leans over and presses the release button on your seatbelt before lifting you into his arms and pulling you out of his car while practically squeezing you to death.
“Missed’cha, honey,”
 John states while planting small kisses all over your face, his overgrown mutton chops scratch your face while he does. You make a mental note to tell him to trim them later. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull in him closer
“I missed you too baby!”
The parking lot near the base is empty and dark, the only light coming from the moon and inside your car. You and Price share a long-awaited romantic moment as the raindrops fall around the two. He places his bonnie hat on top of your head as he breaks the kiss. The hat smells of Price; cigars, gunpowder and whiskey with a hint of some expensive cologne.
He smiles as he sits down in the driver's seat “Let's go home,” 
“You’re tired, let me drive,” You say while attempting to stop him from getting in
“No, it's fine really. To be honest darling your driving stresses me out,”
“Aren’t you a charmer,” 
Laughter erupts from the both of you. Price pulls you into his lap as he finally sits down.
“I missed that laugh,” 
He sighs, Price never talks about his missions but you could tell that they affect him. The rain starts hammering on the roof of the car.  
“Let me show you how much I missed you,”
 Price's hands start to explore your entire body. His fingers play with the hem of your skirt as he thrusts his hips only to discover 
“No knickers, huh?” 
“Was meant to be a surprise for later”
“Well I am very surprised baby, but your cunt is soaking my work trousers,”
“We’re going to fuck in the car aren't we?”
“You read my fucking mind, hun!” 
With that, your skirt is flipped over, with your ass out for anyone to see. His fingers grip the flesh as he humps his clothed cock on your wet pussy. You move your hand down his torso past his chiselled abdomen and to the large tent in his trousers. He flinches as soon as your fingertips make contact.
“Fuck, I need you, baby, haven’t fucking touched myself in weeks.”
“I need you too, missed your cock inside me,” 
Price’s zipper gets undone in one quick movement. Your hand quickly pulls his manhood out of his boxers before moving up and down his shaft. He lets out some small groans as his head flings back, hitting the headrest of the seat. The fingers that press into your ass push you back slightly as John aligns his cock with your entrance. He might have pushed you back slightly too fast as your ass makes contact with the centre of the steering wheel causing a loud honking sound to echo throughout the parking lot. A roar of laughter escapes Price’s lips before being shortly followed by your own giggling. His manhood enters you as he pulls you in closer, away from the wheel. A moan exits your lips stopping your chuckling. You bite your lip in an attempt to quieten the noise
“Don’t, I want to hear you” 
He commands using his captain voice. So you let go of your bottom lip because of course, you got to follow his orders. You move your hips up and down, slowly grinding yourself against his cock. One of your hands moves up to secure his bonnie hat on your head while the other wraps place itself over Price’s shoulder. His movements speed up as more low groans escape his lips.
“Missed you, John. The house is so empty without you” You manage to say in between moans.
“Gonna knock you up, so you ain’t lonely anymore,” 
“I was thinking of a dog, but that could work too,” You joke but it flys over his head
“Fill your cunt with my cum. You wanna be filled huh?”
His thrust gets faster. He is actually going to go through with this. You're getting close. He squeezes you tighter as he becomes rougher. You let go of his hat and wrap your arms around his neck as you get closer to your orgasm. The movements of your hips become in sync with his thrusts. All of a sudden you feel a bite on your neck, it’s John, he only does this when he's feeling possessive which turns you on even more. 
“I’m going to cum!” You practically scream
“Cum for me, honey,” 
And with that, you unravel. Your whole body shakes as you reach your high. Your cunt squeezes around his cock which causes him to finish as well. His cock shoots hot cum inside you before he slowly pulls out. 
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you too, John,” You smile as you look in his eye. You can make a shape that's reflected in his pupils. It's a car. You snap your head around only to see a man with a skull face staring back at you.
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meowpupp · 2 months
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141 who adores their little recruit. you're a smart girl, sharp as a whip, and twice as pretty. the only problem, however? that shitty boyfriend of yours. they hate him, the four men in universal agreement that a ‘man’ like that doesn't deserve a woman like you.
so there's only one obvious, reasonable, logical conclusion. they decide to show you what its like having a real man.
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captain john price...
lieutenant simon 'ghost' riley...
sargent johnny 'soap' mctavish...
sargent kyle 'gaz' garrick
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prettyoatmeal · 4 months
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Thinking about BratTamer!Price...
Like I know I've already written him something but I just can't stop thinking about it. He's been on my mind ever since. How if you're acting up then he'll just so casually bend you over his knees, pull down your slutty little shorts and give you a nice and firm SMACK! And with the kind of force that would jolt you forward.
It hurts so bad but it feels so good, instantly forgetting what you were pissed off about. He'll make you count each one until each cheek goes a pretty red and numb from the stinging (which lets be honest, doesn't take long), and... why were you upset again?
And once you're crying your pretty little tears, he's apologising profusely and rubbing cooling gel on your poor, raw skin. He's cooing at you, pressing kisses all over you, maybe even eating you out from behind as a way to say sorry. All that attitude has been smacked out of you successfully and now you can go back to being his pretty little trophy spouse.
Mnnghh... someone sedate me..
Masterlist here!
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transmascfanfic · 1 year
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Together at Last
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-Minors DNI-
Author's Note: This story is based on a day-dream I had, I hope others will enjoy it as much as I do. I apologize if there are any errors I proof read this myself.
Pairing: Captain John Price x Trans Male Reader
Word Count: 1,315
Content Warning: Fluff, slight angst, smut, quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, p in v, cockwarming, somnophilia (kinda?)
Summary: It’s been a long week and after not having nearly enough time with his beloved Price simply can’t get close enough to his angel.
Like a completely different man, while he was still caring and sweet in public when alone he seemed to speak much more freely. He let himself become vulnerable, knowing he was completely safe with you. 
Author: transmascfanfic
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The day had been long but that was nothing compared to the week as a whole. All week both you and Price had been running around the compound, hardly even having time to say hi to each other as you passed in the halls. Either he was on a call or you were rushing to deliver important papers. There was just no time to relax. As so you were feeling quite neglected as was he, not by each other rather just in general. 
As you stumbled into your room and removed your uniform you simply collapsed into the bed, letting out a heavy exhale into the pillows and pulling the blankets over yourself. It had been so long since you felt a second body in bed with you you were becoming used to sleeping alone. As you laid in the dark your whole body felt sore, aching even from all the work you’d done that week. If only you had the warm body of your lover against you to melt away that pain.
Price simply couldn't care if there was work to do, he hadn't gotten a damn minute to himself all week let alone a minute to dedicate to his angel. Well he wasn't going to stand for that any longer. He’d made it known he would be unavailable for the night and not to bother him unless the compound was burning to the ground.
As he walked towards your room he felt how tired he truly was, how lonely he had been without the companionship of his lover all week. His shoulders slumped as he slowly opened the door to your room, a small frown on his face as he knew the door had been unlocked as you hoped he would finally be able to join you.
Light shone into the room for only a moment before the door was shut and locked. Price stripped to his undershirt and boxers before climbing under the sheets. A bit surprised you hadn't noticed his presence yet. 
It took all of that and an arm wrapping around your waist for you to finally blink away the oncoming sleep and realize it was none other than Price in bed with you. Your body trembled slightly as a faint sniffle could be heard, tears had begun welling up in your eyes.
Pushing yourself further into him he wrapped his arms tighter around you. Price’s head rested against your own, his warm lips pressing kisses to your head, forehead, ear, neck, shoulder, anything he could reach. How awful he felt hearing his lover crying in his hold. “I’m so sorry angel… It’s been far too long.” His gruff yet caring voice whispers against your skin. Feeling himself being to tear up a bit as well. 
“It’s okay, I just missed you John.” You whimper into his chest, your tears staining his shirt. A large hand cups your cheek, gently guiding your gaze to meet his. “Even with tears in those pretty eyes you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Price spoke softly, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb.
Stroking your cheek and tilting your chin up, his lips connected with yours. A sweet and passionate kiss, one that had your hands reaching up to hold him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, pulling him back in and holding the kiss till you were both completely out of oxygen. 
As you both eventually were forced to pull away you each felt much better, of course it would take much more than just some kissing to recharge and fill the need to be close. Neither of you wanted to sleep yet, you needed to just enjoy each other's presence. The feeling of your bodies pressed together so snugly. 
You would turn to face away from Price, the two of you now spooning together. There was almost nothing that rivaled being spooned by Price, his body was always so warm and wrapped around your own so perfectly. His head rested against yours and arms wrapped tightly around your chest. You would hold onto those strong arms, further securing yourself in his grasp. 
“You’re so handsome… I can never get you out of my head, you know that? Even despite how busy I was all week, your smile and voice were always on my mind.” Price whispered against you, he was always so romantic when it was just the two of you.
Like a completely different man, while he was still caring and sweet in public when alone he seemed to speak much more freely. He let himself become vulnerable, knowing he was completely safe with you. 
You let out a deep breath, your head rested against his chest. “I’m always thinking of you too, I missed you so much.” You mutter out, your whole body pressed against his. Trying to get as close as physically possible, as hard as you tried there still seemed to be space between the two of you and Price knew that too. 
“Do you want me to get closer?” He asks in a hushed voice, his large hands trailing down your body. “Yes please.” You mumble, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Just the thought of that deep intimacy made you excited after being neglected for so long. You turned around, your back now pressed to Price as his hands hooked the rim of his boxers. 
Slowly pulling them down, he gently stroked himself for a moment. Quickly hardening in anticipation of his lover boy. You had pulled your pajama pants and boxers down while he did that, reaching down and rubbing your hot, puffy clit to create more wetness.
Price’s hand ran down your arm, folding it up towards your chest as he held you tight. He rocked his hips against yours, rubbing the head of his thick cock against your lower lips. While Price would normally tease you at least a little he was far too desperate for that and so were you.
The head of his cock slipped inside your wet hole, there was only a slight bit of resistance from your week apart. However once he was in you both let out deep sighs of relief. Price moved his hips up a bit, fully sheathing himself inside you before wrapping both arms around you securely. Your arms wrapped around his, a familiar feeling of warmth and safety filling you. 
Price rested his forehead against the nape of your neck, doing some deep breathing and calming himself. His cock still stiffening at the prospect of intercourse, the two of you had no plans for such however.
The two of you wanted to be close, nothing more. This was a closeness that was unrivaled, it was intimate and tender. The kisses he placed along your neck and shoulders were also intimate and tender. “I love you so much, so fucking much.” Price said breathlessly between kisses.
“So handsome, my absolute everything.” You reached back, gently caressing his cheek and jawline. “Angel, is this close enough?” He asks cheekily. You could feel the smirk pressed into your back, causing you to chuckle and smile as well. 
“You know is it my love.” You say softly, feeling his nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. Price let out a satisfied hum, finally feeling sleep begin to cloud his mind. Sleep had begun to take the both of you and no matter how you both tried to fight it off it would eventually win.
Laying in bed, under the warm, soft covers. Wrapped in the embrace of each other in more ways than one. It had been such a difficult week and you two deserved this. Eventually your bodies loosened and melted together as you fell into deep restful sleeps. Tomorrow morning would be reserved for more time together when the two of you were energized once again.
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ryethebrokengae · 8 months
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Just thinking about Price walking into the base kitchen in the middle of the night to find you{Trans masc, post T and top chop reader} dancing to Closer by NIN[This shits gonna be nasty, enjoy]:
You were making yourself a snack, not being able to sleep. You put on your play list while moving around the kitchen to gather the things needed to make yourself pancakes.
One of your favorite songs, Closer by nine inch nails, came on and you started moving your head to the beat.
Once the first verse came on you started moving the rest of your body with the music.
'You let me violate you,
You let me desecrate you,
You let me penetrate you,
You let me complicate you'
You move your hips to it, spinning around while putting together the dry ingredients. While jamming out you didn't notice Price leaning against the door jam to watch you.
'(Help me) I broke apart my insides,
(Help me) I've got no soul to sell
(Help me) the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself'
You mix the wet ingredients into the bowl while head banging to the beat. Mouthing along with the words, twisting your torso in time with the words.
Unknowingly giving Price a great show of your ass.
'I wanna fuck you like an animal,
I wanna feel you from the inside,
I wanna fuck you like an animal,
My whole existence is flawed,
You get me closer to god'
Once the song gets to the chorus you're full on dancing. Head banging with your eyes closed, spinning in a slow circle while you roll your hips back and forth. Left hip moving back while the right one moves forward.
'You can have my isolation'
You suddenly feel Price's hands on your hips while you're turned to face the counter again. Suddenly stopping your dancing.
'You can have the hate that it brings'
You feel Price's lips on your neck, kissing you slowly. Whispering into your skin.
"Don't let me stop you."
'You can have my absence of faith'
You grin to yourself, resuming the motions of your hips. Now purposely rolling your ass back into his hips. Feeling him almost growl into your neck. His hold on your hips tightening, but not restricting your movement.
'You can have my everything'
Price suddenly shoves your torso to be pressed to the counter. Impatiently pushing away the ingredients you had laid out.
You let out a small squeak at his shove, teasingly shaking your ass against him.
'(Help me) tear down my reason,
(Help me) it's your sex I can smell,
(Help me) you make me perfect,
Help me become somebody else'
Price leans over you, nipping at your neck. A rumble coming from his chest in warning.
His fingers hooking in the waist band of your sweat pants, pulling them just past your ass.
Price let's out a groan at seeing you're not wearing any boxers. Running his thumb along the very inside of your thigh, enamored by how wet you are already.
"Fuckin' hell, Sargent." He whispers out, quickly shoving a single finger down to the third knuckle inside of you.
'I wanna fuck you like an animal'
You let out a yelp at the sudden intrusion. Quickly recovering from the surprise. Pressing yourself further against him. Head landing on your arms resting on the counter. You let out a loud moan.
'I wanna feel you from the inside'
Price hooks his finger inside of you, feeling your walls until he brushes against your g-spot. Causing you to buck your hips back, releasing a pathetic moan.
Price is barely hanging onto his self control. Quickly removing his finger from you. Shushing the whine that leaves your lips. Unbuckling his pants, and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his cock slap against his stomach. Resting the hard length on your ass, rubbing the underside along your pussy. Collecting your wetness.
'I wanna fuck you like an animal'
You feel Price pull back slightly, the weight of his hard cock no longer resting on you.
When you feel the tip of him pressed against the entrance to your cunt. Pushing himself forward until just the tip is in.
You let out a loud whine at the stretch, hips twitching down. Unconsciously rolling your hips down.
You hear Price groan in unison with your whine. Hand running along your spine, pushing your shirt up with it. Fingers pressing into your skin, short nails gently scraping your skin.
'My whole existence is flawed,
You get me closer to god'
At the end of the second chorus Price thrusts forward, filling you completely. His head falls back, panting slightly.
Your hands in the counter grasping, trying to find anything to hold onto. Panting harshly, cunt clenching around him once. Causing him to thrust forward again, pulling a small scream from you.
As the instrumental portion of the song plays Price pulls back and starts a good, harsh pace of fucking into you. Hands on your hips, gripping so hard you can nearly feel the bruises forming already.
Every few thrusts a whiney moan falls out of your mouth, face hidden in your arms. Price tut's behind you, grabbing your hair.
'Through every forest'
"I don't think so." He pulls your head back, forcing you to arch your back.
You moan loudly, clenching around his cock once more.
'Above the trees,
Within my stomach,
Scraped off my knees'
You hear a restrained groan fall from Price's lips. Thrusting forward harshly three more times, before you feel him start to fill you.
'I drink the honey'
You can feel the sheen of sweat cool on your skin. Clenching around him again purposefully.
He lets out a strangled moan, grip on your hips tightening.
"S-stop that" The Captain grunts out.
'Inside your hive'
You feel Price lean back, pulling out of you slowly. You let out a whine at the sensitivity. Pussy clenching unconsciously once he's fully pulled out. Causing drops of him to leak out of you, slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh.
'You are the reason'
Price chuckles breathlessly, squeezing your ass once last time before gently pulling your sweatpants back up over your hips. Cum most definitely staining the crotch of them.
You hear Price put himself back in his boxers. Before rebuckling his pants, while you catch your breath. He rubs your back through your shirt, leaning forwards to press a kiss to the back of your neck.
'I stay alive'
"Looks like you're gonna need new pancake mix." He whispers into your ear.
You turn your head to find you had spilled all of your pancake mix on the counter during your 'activities'. Somehow only getting a few drops on your skin.
You groan in frustration, dropping your head onto the counter again.
Price chuckles. Rubbing your back again, before you no longer feel him behind you. Peaking your eyes open you see Price grabbing paper towels to wipe up the mess.
You push yourself off of the counter to help him clean up. But he tut's at you, shaking his head.
"No no, you just sit there for me. I've got this." He says, picking you up to sit you on the counter. Pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
You feel yourself flush watching your Captain clean up spilt batter, then re-gathering the ingredients to make a new batch. His eyes moving from the task at hand and back to you all the while.
&A/n: I'm still working on the Simon Riley smut, but I thought of this in the middle of the night while I was making myself a pancake XD.
And pretend the song isn't just 6 minutes lmaooo
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vampzzi · 1 year
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REQUEST ARE OPEN!!
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but also remember..
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