#john price x gn!reader

[rv3rblog]

btw this is how price looks like when you facetime and ramble abt ur day at work and then go off track nd gossip w him. he is just so in love w u its sick !!

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Imagine Price coming home to you after a long mission. He's tired down to the marrow of his bones. Eyes haunted and dark and you're greeting him with pure love and softness. He needs that, needs your gentleness to wash over the harshness he experienced. You know you won't ever wash it away, but you can soothe it, like cool water over an angry burn.

Imagine him damn near collapsing in your arms putting as much of his weight on you as you can take. When he pulls back you cup his face, his beard is long and dirty. Your eyes smile at him and a long sigh escapes him. You don't even need to speak, you let your actions do the talking, gently easing his jacket off of him, taking his bag and setting it aside. That's for tomorrow you to put away. Right now you need to bring John back home.

Imagine Price following you like a lost puppy into the bathroom, where you have him sit before the sink. You want him to be as comfortable as possible.

Then you begin the routine of taking care of him, washing his face and cleaning his beard. And you end up sitting in his lap to trim his beard.

Imagine Price putting his hands on your hips to hold on to you and keep you close. His fingers flexing every now and then as if he wants to grip you even tighter, while you carefully make him look civilized again. And when you're done you put down what you've been holding and cup his face in your hands, kissing his nose. "Welcome home John." It's the first thing either of you has said and he closes his eyes and nuzzles into your hands, finally gripping you tighter and crushing you against his body.

Imagine John kissing your shoulder and leaning his head against it while saying "I'm home, darling." And you know that by home he doesn't mean the shared apartment. No, John's home is right here, in your arms.

[mockerycrow]

I’ve been toying with the lovely idea that the 141 boys have their own Penelope Garcia (from Criminal Minds) who is just their little ray of light, just so cute 🥰

!!gn!reader!! — can be read as platonic or romantic

Whilst sitting at your desk of your many monitors, your radio began to pick up chatter which meant the team was trying to make contact. You immediately pick up your headphones and angle your microphone, hearing the last of Price’s sentence. “—ending you a file now.”

You hum into the microphone and scoot your chair towards one of your many keyboards. “Only caught the last part, Cap’. A file you said?” You ask, typing up a password before a chat log opens up. “Yes, we need you to look into the source code, lookin’ for anythin’ that makes sense, love.”

You quickly receive a file and run it through a scanner app you developed yourself as well as a decryption app in case it was protected with extra measures. “Mm, I love hide and go seek. Running it through now, sir.” You respond with an obvious grin in your voice. You hear Soap laugh through the radio. “Let us hear it when it’s done, aye?”

Your lips twitch from his voice, your eyes glued to a screen as you twiddle with a pen. “Anything for you, Suds.” Which earns you a belly laugh from the man and a groan from Price. Your screen pops up a couple of images as it popped through the encryption. “Mm, alright searching now….” A few more seconds before another window pops up. “Santa Fe,” You call out. “Only one that scans like an actual word.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You hear Ghost rumble, and you can’t resist the shit eating grin. “Do I get a reward?” You can’t resist making the joke, popping a candy into your mouth from a bowl on your desk. “When we get back, I’ll buy ya dinner.” Gaz offers, making you clutch your chest and playfully groan. “My dream man! Safe travels, yeah?”

[sstormyskyess]

Tender Love and Care

author's note: aftercare is probably one of the cutest things in the world so i had to match up some classic types of aftercare with the boys

cw: fluff, implied off-screen sex, massages, cuddling, shared baths/showers

word count: 1200+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [massages]

♡ Ghost is not a very handsy man and never has been; he keeps to himself 90% of the time and even with you the physical contact you share is minimal. It doesn’t bother you, of course, since it’s simply a part of the way he operates.

♡ However, after coming down from the sweet high that you brought each other to, he needs to be close to you. He gets so swept up in the pleasure that he needs something to ground him and having his hands all over you is the perfect solution.

Simon frowns at the quiet groan you let out while his hands massage your stomach, soothing the muscles underneath. “I didn’t go too hard, did I love?” You smile at his concern and hold his wrists, giving them a squeeze. “It’s okay, Si, just a little sore.” You assure him. He hums, still worried but trusting your words regardless.

You sigh happily as you feel Simon’s hands rubbing languid circles into the skin of your thighs, soothing over the bruises he left there unintentionally. His thumbs slowly move down to your calf and bring your ankle up to his lips, kissing it softly. A shiver goes up your spine at the way he stared you down, his eyes trailing down your body with adoration in his eyes.

He places your leg down gently, shifting his attention to your wrists, the anchor he used to hold you in place earlier. Carefully, he pulls you up by your arms and has you sit chest to chest, eyes locked onto your hands, massaging your palms with his thumbs. You watch him kiss each of your knuckles and whisper a quiet, “I love you.”

John “Soap” Mactavish [cuddling]

♡ This man. This man. Soap is absolutely addicted to cuddling, whether he’s the big spoon or small spoon, face-to-face with you, or laying on top of you and vice versa. It doesn’t matter how, he just needs to kiss your skin: cheeks, hands, chest—anything. He also loves it when you kiss the marks you made on each other, reminding him exactly where you paid the most attention to each other.

♡ He whispers sweet nothings to you and tells you how much fun he had and how good you felt and how good you were for him.

After wiping the both of you down with the cold, damp washcloth you’d put on the bedside table, Johnny has you cocooned in your favorite fluffy blanket, holding you close. He tucks your head under his chin and lets you play with the hair on his chest, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips when your fingers start to tickle him a bit. He holds you tight, hands around the small of your back and the back of your head.

You hum and start to wiggle out of his hold. “I gotta go pee really quick,” you mumble into the skin of his neck. A grumble fills his chest when you start moving away, his grip tightening. “Johnny, let go…” You whine, struggling in his hold. He frowns and shuffles to lay on top of you, pushing the air out of your chest with a little ‘oof.’

You worm your arms out from under him and try to pull him off, tugging on his shirt. “Get off!” You squeak, but all you get in return is even more pounds laying on your chest. He laughs and starts covering your face in kisses, a wordless attempt at keeping you right where you were. “Nope, you’re staying right here, dove.” He nuzzles his face against your shoulder.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [snacks/water]

♡ Often, Gaz has already gotten something for you both to drink and snack on while you’re laid up next to each other, watching whatever’s on the TV sitting on your dresser. He knows how much your evening activities can wear you out, so he always wants to replenish your energy before heading to bed.

♡ If he hasn’t prepared anything, he’ll pick you up and carry you to the kitchen with him to keep you close, not wanting to part with you for even a second. He’ll have you wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on the counter while he fills up a bottle with water and cuts up some fruit for the two of you to share.

Kyle’s eyes widen when you grab one of the grapes in his fruit bowl. “Hey!” He pouts while you giggle quietly, a smile on your face. Popping it into your mouth, you look up at Kyle who had his handsome face locked on you with stars in his eyes. You can’t help but bashfully laugh and look away, your cheeks warming under his adoring gaze.

His hand rested under the baggy t-shirt you’d stolen from him, fingers wrapped around your bare hip. You frown when a breath of cold air slips into the blankets when he reaches to the bedside table for his water bottle. “Kyle, come back…” You whine, tightening your hold on him. He laughs and comes back with the bottle, handing it to you before readjusting the blankets. “Drink up, baby.”

You cuddle up closer to him and open it up to take a few gulps of water before handing it back to him. It ends up haphazardly dropped onto the bed sheets when Kyle tosses it aside and leans down to kiss you on the head, on the cheeks, and all over your face. You start to giggle, trying to push him off; then, when you do, you see Kyle with his hand in your bowl of fruit, stealing a grape of his own, much to your dismay.

John Price [showers/baths]

♡ Sex with John can get fairly filthy; he loves making a mess of you and it often ends up with both of you covered in more than just sweat, so cleaning you up is a first priority once you’re done. He’ll wash you ever so gently and clean off anything that tainted your skin over the time you spent under the sheets.

♡ He’s invested in a variety of things to put in the bath, ranging from oils to bath bombs and salts, all in your favorite scents. He loves the feeling of your soft skin after being pampered, running his palms all over you just to feel it.

The bath bomb at the end of the bath has almost fizzled out by now, the bathwater now a light pink. John hovers over you and stares down at your relaxed face, eyes shut with a tiny smile perking up your lips. He chuckles when you press your head into his hands as he caresses you, his nails scrubbing along your scalp gently. You take a deep breath of the lavender oil coating his fingers and exhale, the steam from the bath shifting with your breath.

His hands dipped under the water and ran up your thighs, his fingers gliding across your skin smoothly. “You feel lovely, darling.” His lips brush along your shoulder as he speaks. You smile wide, letting him kiss up your shoulder and neck, all the way to your cheek.

You wiggle a bit when he gets a nice handful of your thighs and squeezes, a small laugh leaving you. You retaliate by reaching back and pinching him on the cheek. He joins in with his own laughter, pulling you closer to him and running his nails up and down your sides, tickling you. You squeal, trying to pull his hands away. “John, the water’s gonna spill out—!”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[luci4theminorannoyance]

I luv ur blog sm <3

How would the 141 react to reader going off on their own while at the store to get something but then coming back with baby clothes talking about how cute and little they are😭 and then they ask if they can have babies asap lol

a/n: this is actually so cute honestly

Price:

-laughs it off at first but now you’ve put the idea in his mind and he starts thinking about it like clockwork

-I mean… he does adore you, you both have stable income, you both want a kid eventually? Why not?

-he has always wanted to adopt or have a kid with you, and now he’s started doing little things around the house just in case you were really serious, like little trinkets or an cute baby toy around the house

Gaz:

-gaz had really never thought of having kids, sure he knew it would happen eventually but he never had a set want or plan for them

-but the way your eyes lit up and the way you asked was so sweet it could melt him, and he wasn’t opposed to begin with so it wasn’t a hard thing to convince him about

ghost:

-actually really happy at the idea, he’s wonderful with kids oddly enough, the only issue is his job

-it always makes him worry about the idea; what if he doesn’t make it back okay? What if he’s gone for too many important things? What if he misses so much time that he doesn’t get to know them well?

-those are all worries you can help him with though, luckily

soap:

-the second you ask a crib is already in the making

-he really is Mr. “I’ll just fix it and make it all” whenever it comes to your shared house, and making a kids room sounds like a blast

-hell, to him? Having a kid sounds like a blast!

[sofasoap]

I love you.

inspired by the prompt line by @celestialwrites , Short ficlet with each of the Task Force 141 men. Prompt can be found here. Pairing :

John Price x GN!Reader Simon "Ghost"Riley x GN!Reader Kyle "Gaz"Garrick x GN!Reader Johnny "Soap"MacTavish x F!Reader Warning : Mature theme, swearing, alcohol use.

Masterlist

Captain John Price:

“Hhhheyyy Captain?”

“Yes love?”

“You know you are a very good looking man, very good looking for an old man??” You slurred as you reach up to his face, patting it before caressing his beard. “Look at this.. ..Luscious mutton chop. Who else can pull this off in such a sexy way other than you?”

Price cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Thank you?”

“And let me tell you a little secret.” You lean closer, looking up at him, as if you are going to make a life changing announcement. “ I LOVE YOU.” You pointed at him. “You, Captain Johnathan Price, I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH. BUT!! I didn’t want you to know.” you pouted, looking down at the wedding band around his ring finger. “Because all the good looking and nice men are taken. Including you.” 

"Tell me that when you get off the morphine, darling." He chuckled. “Get some rest. We can talk again when you are awake.”

“You promise?” “I promise.”

“You promise you won’t tell YOU, what I just said?”

Price couldn’t help laughing at the absurd yet amusing conversation. You were clearly so drugged out on the pain relief, nothing coming out of your mouth makes sense anymore. “Yes love. Come on. Shut your eyes now.” “Ok.” “Hey Captain? Remember. Shhhh, Don’t tell yourself that I said I love you!!” 

“How are they Captain?”

“Recovering. But I don't think they remember we are married.” 

“That bad?” “Think it’s the morphine talking.”

“Oh.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You rub your hands together. You can see white mist coming out of your mouth as you breathe out. It’s only the beginning of autumn, but in this part of the world, winter comes early. 

The team has retreated to a safe house deep inside the forest, waiting for the exfil the next day. Everyone is inside the safe house resting while you take the first shift. Scanning your eyes across the landscape. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s a very calm evening. You like this. Gives you time to think, reorganise your brain. Have sometime to yourself. And your thought turned to a certain masked man. You have heard of his reputation way before you joined the team. And true to his reputation, you found him extremely intimidating, distant, and cold in the beginning.

Once you gained his trust, proved yourself, you know he actually cares about his team mates a lot. Not a man with words, but through actions. Before you know it, you have slowly fallen for him. But you don’t intend to tell him. A secret you want to keep, deep within yourself. 

Interrupting you thought as you heard the sound of door creaking, you stood up immediately, body into alert mode, ready for the enemy approaching. Only to find Ghost , stepping out of the threshold of the front door. You relax your shoulder, slumping back against the bench you were perching on.  Looking at the two cups of tea he is holding, and back up to him, tilting your head.

“Can’t sleep,” he replied with a gruff voice., answering your silent question. “Thought I would bring you some tea.” There it is again, his way of caring, without saying out a loud. “I think L.T fancies you.” You remember Soap teased you once. “Please. With the way he death-stares at me all the time??” you laughed. “I doubt it.”

“You know Soap is right.” Gaz chimed in. “ Things that he does for you willingly without asking. He doesn’t even do the same for us!”

Making his way to you, he handed you one of the tea mugs, and proceeded to make himself comfortable beside you on the bench. Rolling up his mask slightly, he started sipping the tea. Not often you have a chance to sit close to him, especially so close that you can observe every little detail of his face ( well, part of his face, you thought.). The deep scar that is running across from his cheek right to the corner of his, surprisingly luscious lip. A sudden gust of wind blows across, you pull your coat tighter, and hug the hot cup of tea closer to you, trying to warm yourself up. 

You noticed he shifted his body slightly, shuffling closer to you and tilting his body slightly to face you. He is blocking the wind out for you. You realised. Fuck. Maybe Soap and Gaz is right, maybe he has a thing for you as well. Just as you …..

“....Love you.” 

Dead silence. you could hear a pencil drop. His body stiffens at your sudden confession. 

"No, you don't." he finally whispered out a reply. “You can’t love me.”

You grit your teeth, slightly frustrated. Both at yourself for blurting the confession out aloud and at him. “I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, SIMON. Do not tell me how I feel and who I can fall for.” Lifting your chin up, trying hard to contain your anger.  “Why is it so hard to believe that someone loves you. Or YOU deserve to be loved?”

You know you have hit what is in his mind, as you see his eyes narrowed for a split second. 

Turning your face away, refuse to let him see the tears forming in your eyes. “I am sorry.” 

“Don’t apologise to me Simon. Just think about it.” Shifting your rifle around, “ You are well respected, much more loved and deserve to be loved and cared for, more than you think. Romantic love or not.” You sniffed. “The other boys love you. We all love you. Don’t think so lowly of yourself.” 

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he pulls you into his side with one of his arms awkwardly. You closed your eyes and melted into his embrace. All of sudden fatigue took over. You are so tired. Not physically tired, but mentally.

“It’s ok. I’ll take over the watch. You rest for a bit.” he rumbled out in a hushed tone. He swallowed a bit, “I am sorry.. I don't know .. how to …“ “I said stop apologising, Simon. It’s ok.” Just before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him whispering, “I… I don’t hate you.” You smiled. Maybe that is a start.

“L.T… have you seen..Oh. I’ll leave you two be.” 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

“Is this some kind of prank?” Gaz shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting left to right, hands fidgeting away. “... WHAT?” your mouth dropped open. “ I mean…” Gaz pointing to nowhere in particular,  “Everyone is swamping towards Soap today, are you sure you are coming to the right place?” “KYLE GAZ GARRICK.” Suddenly you were very, very pissed off. “Are you trying to say I am a liar? I am playing some sort of prank on you just for the fun of it?” You half yelled. “That my love confession to you means nothing?????”  

Shit, he has never seen you so angry before. Maybe that was a bad thing to say. Scrap that. It is a very bad thing to say.

Gaz first noticed you when he was sent to the infirmary for some training injury few years ago, you immediately caught his eyes with your gentle smile. The way you treated everyone with care. Laughter of yours, beautiful voice.

The two of you became friends. Every time he ended up in the infirmary, you made an effort to come and check in on him if you were too busy to treat him personally.Little conversations you have when you two are together during meal time. Happy Birthday and festive greeting cards you give to him. 

Before he knew it, Gaz knew he was in love. 

But he isn’t sure if you feel the same. He felt you treated everyone equally. To Captain, Ghost and Soap, the same smile and patience you show him. But that little shyness that you show only to him when he has a conversation with you. Maybe? The insecure side of him keeps convincing himself that the two of you are just friends.  There is no way you will go for a person like him. 

“No.. I .. that’s not what I meant..”  

“Last time I checked, It’s February the fourteenth, not fucken First of April.” you yank back the bag of chocolate cookies you spend hours making the night before, wrapped up carefully in a nice decorative packaging. 

“ You don’t deserve these chocolate cookies if my feelings are going to be trampled on like that. Have a good day, SERGEANT GARRICK.” 

You pushed past Soap as you stormed out of the office, fuming. 

“...You fucked up didn’t you.” Soap asked in the amused tone, as he walked into the office.

“... yes.” Gaz grumbled. 

Plonking himself onto the couch, shaking his head. “You know they have been asking me about you quite a lot lately?” Gaz have noticed you have been talking to Soap quite a lot lately during meal breaks. He was slightly jealous and heart broken when you were spending so much time with Soap instead of him. Now he knows why.

“They were quite scared that you wouldn't reciprocate their feelings. But I assured them you like them as well… but…”  Patting his shoulder. “Flower shops are still open down the road. If you go now, you still have time to make amends.” Before Soap finished his sentence, Gaz was out the door already. “These two fools.. “ Shaking his head as he leaned back into the couch. He helped you two enough, now it’s up to the two of you to sort things out amongst yourselves. 

You heard a soft knock on the door. You deliberately swap shifts at the last minute with your fellow medic, just to dodge everyone who is going out celebrating the special day. “Come in.” You growled out to the knocker, annoyed. You just want to be left alone after the unpleasant and failed confession earlier on. You stiffened as you saw Gaz poking his head through the gap of the door, with a nervous expression on his face, and hiding something behind his back. “... how can I help, SERGEANT?” The way you spit out his rank, makes him wince. 

“Can I come in?” Wiggling himself through the gap of the door, but not making any step further, as you wave him in , impatiently. “I.. I just want to apologise for my behaviour earlier on.” Gaz looks down on the floor, guilt is written all over his face. “My choices of words weren’t, Um. Exactly, nice.”

“.... No.” “ So Um, I.. I got you this.” thrusting forward the bunch of flowers he was hiding behind his back, “and just to let you know I..” shuffling forward toward your desk as he summons up his courage, “I , I am very sorry for what I said, So um, I , ah. Can I take you out for dinner sometime?”

“Depends.”

“Depends?” Gaz looked up, confused.

“ Is this just an apology dinner or pity dinner? If so, NO.” “No, Nono, No, No, I really want to take you out for dinner, as a friend, I mean, not as a friend,” Geez he is really digging himself another hole here. You narrowed your eyes, “What I am trying to say is,” taking a deep breath before he takes the leap, “ I like you , I love you. Not as a fellow soldier but, more than a friend.”

Your eyes widen, shocked. You got the reply you were waiting for, now you don’t know how to respond.  Feeling your face burning, right up to the tip of your ears, you finally let out a little whisper.

“Ok.” “Ok?” Gaz felt like a weight was lifted from his chest. “Yes?”

You look up to him, finally that little smile that he loves so much was back on your face. “Yes Gaz, you may take me out to dinner.”

Reports of people sighting Gaz skipping and dancing along the corridor happily as he comes out from the infirmary circled around for days afterwards.

“He finally asked them out?” “Yep. those two bampots. Been dancing around each other long enough.” “You owe me fifty pounds.”

John “Soap” MacTavish

“Fucking finally!” …. What?

“I've been in love with you for five years, thanks for finally catching up.”

Your brain short circuited, what did he just say to you?? “Hold on, just.. Please rewind?” You wave your hands around, still not quite processing the information that he just disclosed to you. You work as a manger at the bar near the SAS barrack, where the soldiers from the base frequent.. Moving here to Credenhill  from the busting big cities, you are looking for a change, none of those big town cold people feel. Money wasn’t a problem for you, you can live comfortably from what you have saved up before and surprise inheritance from a rich distant relative you never met before.  Securing this job was easy, your experiences of bartending from university days, and also management skills from previous jobs.

This is where you met the Task Force 141 boys. All of them, with different personalities, hit off with you straight away. They seem intimidating from the beginning, but as soon as you got to know them, they warm up to you pretty quickly. Even the scary looking Ghost. “You,” Pointing at Johnny, or Soap as he is known within his friend and fellow soldier’s circle, “been in love with me,” pointing at yourself, “for the last five years?”

“Yep.” Flashing you with his signature brilliant smile,“You are a hard shell to crack bonnie.” taking a sip of his whisky, he chuckled. “Never had so much trouble trying to chase after someone. Even Ghost was telling me to give up.” “I.. I didn’t think you were interested in me?” you stated, meekly.

Soap nearly spit out his drink, “... are you kidding me?” he look at you, with mouth wide open, with a shocked expression.

You have noticed out of the four men, he sought after you the most, likes to come up to the bar area, asking you to make his drinks, having a good chat with you when the bar is a bit more quiet and slower. He will sometimes come by himself, and when you ask him where the rest of the teams are, he will simply shrug his shoulders, “Busy. But it's ok. I am here.” Him staying behind after the closed down time, helping you clean up and walk you home. 

“You are really dense.” Your friend had made that comment once when you bluntly turned down someone’s offer for a drink. “Did you not realise that person was flirting with you??”“... Nope? I thought he was just being friendly?”Your friend gave you a look as if you had grown an arm out of your head. “I… Oh gosh, no wonder.. Never mind.” Shaking their head, defeated. OH. Thinking back, all these flirtatious remarks and subtle hints he was dropping really flew over your head. No wonder even your best buddies call you the most unobservant person in the world. 

Wiping the drinking glasses, trying to hide your embarrassment. You are glad it’s after closing time, no one else is here to witness the strange interaction and confession between you two. “I .. um, seriously, my friend has called me dense many times..”

“Obviously ..” “Hey!!” swatting him with a tea towel, pretending to be angry.

he chuckled as he dodged it. “So what made you want to confess to me tonight bonnie?”

“... I overheard the conversation about a dangerous mission earlier on...” your hand stopped, lower the tumbler glass, looking down into the sink. “... I thought.. If I don’t say anything now.. I might..” taking a deep breath in, trying to push away that panicking feeling that is arising. 

“Hey. “ leaning forward,his hand reaches over the counter, tilting your chin up. “We will make it back. We always make it back right?” biting your lower lip, you nodded slightly, trying not to let the tears spill. “You know what made me pull through the mission every time?”

“... What?” 

“The thought of you.” his voice dropped, laced with slight pain and sadness. “Coming back to you, to flirt with you,” you let out a teary chuckle, “I always think, will they get my hint this time round? Will they finally accept my invitation for a date?”

“.. you asked me out on a date before?”

“... Did you not realise?” 

You gave him a look, obviously not.

“So Bonnie, will you go out with me when I come back?” “.... Yes.”

“Well, this is a great place for a first date, Johnny.”

“It’s still a date, right?”

“Not with all the IV line and  wires attached to you, bandages around your head, cast on your leg…and three other people in the room.” “Don’t mind us.” “It’s hard not to.” 

A/N: Thanks @writeforfandoms for nudging me to write this. this actually went on longer than I expected.... taglist: @floral-force @homicidal-slvt @okayyadriana @jynxmirage @captainpriceslover @tapioca-marzipan @siilvan

[romanticintheory]

Can you do something fluffy and domestic with Price. Like maybe him trying to ask civilian reader out on a date, and everything is just going against him. (He eventually does get to ask her whether or not it was how he planned it.)

john wants to ask his favorite waiter/waitress out on a date, but the universe seems to have other plans for him.

john price x gn!reader

fluff, john trying his best, domesticity

a/n: ty for the request!! you’re my first one so i hope you like it <3 also, let’s just pretend like the timeline of this fic makes sense :)

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Oh, this poor man was hopeless from the start. He had been interested in you for a while and was finding the courage within himself to finally ask you out. He felt silly about the ache in his chest whenever he thought about what your response might be. He just wanted to do right by you was all. So, when he was finally out of his latest mission and allowed to take a break, he was determined to pop the question to you.

The plan was to stop by the flower shop and buy a simple bouquet for you, but when he found himself in front of the store it had been closed. “Family Emergency. Will be back next week.” He didn’t have a week.

Okay, so, no flowers. It was disappointing, to say the least, but he could make do. 

You were nearing the end of your shift when your coworker, Missy, tapped you on the shoulder. As you turned away from the table you were cleaning, she leaned down and whispered in your ear, “There’s that hot man here, again. He’s asking for you, dear.”

She ended her news with a knowing wink. Looking past her shoulder, you could clearly see John sitting at a table with a menu in his hands. Your cheeks flushed at Missy’s insinuation.

“Thanks,” you managed to choke out, hoping she didn’t notice how flustered you were.

“Of course. That’s the second time, just so you know,” she reminded teasingly, nudging you with her elbow encouragingly before leaving to go attend to her own tables.

Out of the three times John had been to your restaurant (including this one), he spent the last two specifically requesting your presence. Though you tried not to think much of it, you couldn’t ignore the way it made your heart flutter.

Straightening your uniform, you made your way to his table with a genuine smile—a stark contrast to the fake one you give to other customers just for the sake of work. John pretended like he wasn’t secretly watching you in the periphery of his vision and looked up at you once you found your way to him.

“It’s nice to see you again,” you beamed.

“‘S nice to see you too,” he replied, unable to keep that lovestruck smile off his face. “How have you been, sweetheart?”

You laughed softly, “I’ve been alright. You know, just the same old. How about you, John?”

“I’m afraid it’s been the same for me. Just got off a mission.” Not once did his eyes leave yours. It was almost intimidating, the way he was so dedicated to giving you his full attention.

“Really? You’ll have to tell me about it sometime,” you said hopefully.

It was the perfect opportunity for him. All he had to say was, ”Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime,” and he almost pulled it off.

“Actually, I—”

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

Internally cursing himself, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw the contact Laswell flashing on his screen. Usually, when she called, it was something worth hearing. He looked up at you apologetically, but you just smiled and waved your hand at him to let him know it was okay.

Standing up, he answered Kate’s call and pressed his phone between his ear and his shoulder. You couldn’t hear much of what the other person was saying. It was mostly just John nodding his head, saying a quick “yes” or “no,” or mentioning what you assumed were his colleagues' names.

Gathering his things, he turned to you and gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave, right now. I apologize for wasting your time like this.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry! It’s nice to have seen you anyway, and I’m glad you’re doing well. I don’t mind, honestly,” you reassured him, secretly disappointed at the fact that his visit was so short-lived.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “If it's not too out of line, may I ask when you get off work?”

Throwing all caution to the wind, you quickly answered, “At about ten thirty.”

“Ten thirty, all right,” he said (more so to himself than you). “Have a good rest of your shift, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, I hope all is well at work,” you nodded, watching as his eyes lingered on your for a moment before he left for the door.

The entire time he was back at work the thought of you sat in the back of his mind. Honestly, he couldn’t even remember why he was there. Something about an important lead? Or maybe a new contact? Honestly, his head was in the clouds.

Even though you didn’t know he was going to ask you out, he still felt guilty for not being able to pop the question to you. As soon as he left the meeting, he was out the door. It was already ten, and it took about twenty-five minutes to get to the restaurant. He silently cursed himself for the second time that day, still determined to get in his car and see if, by some miracle, he could catch you.

He had imagined himself in the exact opposite situation he was currently in. He had wanted to be out of uniform in something more presentable and approachable, being able to spend his time with you without any interruptions. Now, he was having to rush his pace with his uniform on as he attempted to make up for his first failed attempt at asking you out. He didn’t want to be the captain with you, just John Price. 

Peeking into the front door of the now-closed restaurant, he scanned the few workers left inside to see if any of them were you only to be met with disappointment. His frustrated grew ten-fold as he turned away from the door, making his way back to his car.

Just as he was about to hop in, you were exiting the side door with your uniform in hand.

“John?” you called out, stopping just a few feet away from him. You almost didn’t recognize him with the way he was dressed (not that you were complaining).

He whirled around instantly at the sound of your voice. “(Y/n),” he started. “I almost thought I missed you.” You smiled. “No, one of my coworkers needed help with something so I stayed behind just a little bit.” “How kind of you. Most would leave as soon as they were able,” he praised, shutting his car door behind him.

“She’s always been kind to me. I figured the least I could do is repay her.” You paused. “So, uh, what brings you back here so late?”

You.

“Well, I was just…” Why was he nervous? He had asked out plenty of people before (though none quite like you). For Christ’s sake, he was a disciplined soldier capable of incredible feats without breaking a single sweat. He’s faced dangerous criminals with a calm face and a stable mind, but with you, oh, it was like everything he ever learned went out the window.

You waited expectantly with bated breath.

“Well, I was actually wondering if you would want to go out with me sometime. Anywhere you like,” he finally managed. “‘Course, feel free to say no. I promise I won’t be hurt.”

He’s lying, of course, but you didn’t need to know that.

Your face lit up at his question, answering with an immediate, “Yes, I’d love to!”

Finally, finally, he could release the breath he was holding. His shoulders visibly relaxed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grinned at your response.

“How do you feel about movie and a dinner?”

Maybe it didn't go exactly as he'd planned, but at least you said yes, right?

[qilinxingg]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓

pairing : john prince x civilian gn!reader

summary : you decide to give John a present before he goes on a mission.

warnings : fluff

word count : 1,2k

Crocheting has been a hobby of yours since you were a child. You used to watch your grandmother do it all the time, and out of curiosity you decided to learn it too.

After a few moments of learning, crocheting became important for you. Not only because it connected you with the memories of your grandmother, but also because it became an escape from reality for you at that time.

However, it had been years since you had picked up the crochet hook, and your attempts to make something special became more and more humiliating. You felt your grandmother turn around in her coffin and rise from her eternal slumber to scold you.

You mean, what was your idea?

It all started when you had the bright idea to give your boyfriend a gift. John was once again on a mission and would be gone indefinitely, and the only thing you wanted was for him to leave with a memento of you.

Just the thought of your boyfriend's smile at the sight of your gift, straight from your hands, made your heart warm. You would make it no matter what. And you would make all the hours you spent learning to crochet worth it!

But it was your fifth try, and you couldn't finish it right. You tried everything from what you could remember to YouTube videos.

The gift you wanted to give him was a beanie, because John loved that kind of garment and because he looked so cute wearing it. You loved seeing that look on him and wished he could wear a beanie you made.

As you moved the needle one more time, you let out a sigh and plunged back into the eternal cycle that was now repeating itself for the sixth time. You were running out of time. Soon John would be here to say goodbye to you, and you would have nothing to give him.

You took a deep breath and focused once more. You would make it, no matter what.

You have quickly put the finished beanie into the box when you hear the front door open and the familiar footsteps of your friend searching for you.

This beanie had taken more effort than you realised. You hadn't expected to need so much yarn and so much patience to make such a small piece. You longed for John to appreciate it.

You hid the box as John entered the common room, trying to hide your understanding expression. The captain raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and looked at you with amusement. "What did you do?"

"Nothing…" You replied breathlessly, giving him a shaky smile, hoping he wouldn't notice.

John was silent for a few more moments, and you could feel the sweat slowly pouring off his forehead until he finally approached you and wrapped his strong arms around your body. "Good, I've got everything ready."

You understood what he meant. It was time to say goodbye to him, and you hated it.

You let a sad smile appear on your lips, but you quickly wiped it away and replaced it with an encouraging smile. "Go on. I'll be right with you."

You gave his lips a long pull and John hummed in agreement, giving you a curious look before leaving the room. You sigh in relief and pick the box back up as you hear his footsteps moving away.

After arranging the box according to your wishes, you left the room and hid the box behind you. You made your way to the car where John was waiting for you with his arms crossed. From a distance, you watched your boyfriend.

God, until today, you didn't know how you had made him fall in love with you. John was… well, how to explain it? He could be anything. From the astute and ruthless captain who led dangerous missions, to your sweet and caring boyfriend who would do anything for you.

While you were lost in your thoughts, John's deep blue eyes collided with yours. His eyes were like sapphires: big, beautiful gems that minutely watched your every move, as if he was afraid you would break at some point.

When you finally realised that he had noticed you, you blushed and let an embarrassed smile appear on your lips. John returned the smile, and his moustache seemed to smile as well. You walked toward him and didn't stop until you were face to face.

You could see the curiosity in John's blue eyes, and that only made you more nervous. "What's it?"

"Well, why don't you see what it is?" You replied, giving him an amused smile, which increased John's curiosity even more. You handed him the box, and when he took it, you watched his reaction closely and said.

"Very well. Let's see what you've hidden, dear." Said John with a raised eyebrow, letting his lips rest on your forehead so that you could feel his facial hair lightly tickling the spot.

Then John began to open the box, and you felt your heart hammering restlessly against your chest. You hoped he liked it.

It didn't take long for the grey crocheted beanie you had worked so hard on to appear. But John remained silent, which made you more and more uneasy.

"John, what are you thinking?" you asked anxiously, swallowing hard when you got no answer.

However, it didn't take long for you to get the answer. You were grabbed by his strong arms and happy laughter. You stare at him with your amazed expression, only to be surprised by his lips enclosing yours, making you gasp and follow the movements of your boyfriend's mouth.

"God, love. Did you do this to me?" John asked as he spread several affectionate kisses on your face, making you laugh at the tickling of his facial hair.

"So, did you like it?" you asked hesitantly, letting your gaze rest on his satisfied expression.

"Of course I liked it, my dear. Do you still doubt it?" He smiled back, leaving several kisses on your lips as his calloused hands roamed around your waist.

You felt your face flush, and you slapped his hard chest, "Come on, you! Why didn't you say anything? I was worried…"

You turned your face away and crossed your arms, trying to hide the shame you once felt with false irritation. John laughed and lightly caressed your warm cheeks, leaving a kiss in apology. "I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to scare you. There's no way I couldn't love a gift you've given me."

You finally relented and smiled happily. "I'm glad you like it. You have no idea what a headache this has been for me, John."

"It only makes me appreciate your gift more." Said John before intertwining his fingers in his and placing a kiss on each of your fingers. "Thank you for going through all this for me, sweetheart."

"I'd go through anything for you, dear." You replied, giving him a lingering kiss on the lips.

John detached himself from you a little and put the beanie on his head so that sat perfectly on his head. "So, what you think?"

"It's perfect." You retort, proud of your work. You move closer, letting your boyfriend's body heat envelop you again.

You couldn't wait for John to return, so you could make more.

[kivino]

KIVI, YOU SWEET ANGEL YOU.

can you write a price x gn!paramedic!reader where price is on leave, and maybe he gets into a car accident that isn’t too bad so he refuses to go to the hospital, but the cute paramedic keeps insisting on at least checking him out in the ambulance……….. 😋

DOUBLE VISION || JOHN 'BRAVO 0-6' PRICE X PARAMEDIC!GN!READER

Word counter – ~1.9k

Tags/Warnings – mentions of car crash, intoxication, medical examinations, fluff, first meeting, and lack of medical professionalism, lmao.

A/n – PLSS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKIE, IT TOOK ME A HOT MINUTE TO GET TO THE REQUEST I’M SORRY MWAH. also credits for the name go to @mockerycrow as well, they’re a genious and have the biggest brain out of the two of us.

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It’s always a slow process for John - getting used to the slow, civilian ways when he finally gets his leaves approved. When he spends so much time on the field, more often than not he starts to forget about “the other side” of life. Lack of noise, mundane mornings, and silent nights come and with them, the all-encompassing feeling of loneliness starts to set in his gut. John gets reminded about the lack of anyone’s presence in his life. No one is waiting for him back home, and no one will probably be any time soon, with how work takes over most of his free time. And then the captain remembers he’s not getting any younger.

Of course, he had plenty of experience and relationships before, but none of them lasted until now when his hair was already graying and wrinkles were starting to riddle his face here and there. John wasn’t insecure about his age, no, because that would be foolish, really, rather it was the fact that he had no one to share with all the years that were ahead of him.

What John also had a hard time getting used to was driving the busy streets of London with its crazy drivers after months of not getting behind the wheel, which brings him to this moment. Well, it really was on him for trying to get somewhere after happy hour in all the pubs in the area ended, he should’ve probably anticipated some drunk idiot would want to drive back home today. John wasn’t in the right headspace at the moment to fill out all the paperwork and figure out who was in the wrong. His thoughts were far away from here. Probably all the impact from the airbag and the hit.

He’s had it worse before, of course, so some bruises and scratches here and there wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. John felt some pulsing pain in his knee, making it harder to stand upright, and a bit of an ache in his neck from the whiplash, but again, it wasn’t as bad as getting thrown into the wall by an explosion or falling out of a damn helicopter.

So now he has to spend the whole evening working out things with the police and that drunk idiot who bumped into him, freezing his ass off in the rain. Just perfect. John feels a surge of annoyance and exhaustion wash over him, he pinches his brow, letting out an impatient sigh. Cops have arrived on the scene already and started examining the two collided vehicles, after putting around some traffic cones so some other lucky fellas don’t decide to join in on the fun. From his spot on the sidewalk, John can also see the paramedics, who had to get involved because as soon as cops started questioning that drunk guy, he decided to scrunch into himself and show the world all the contents of his stomach. As if it needed to get even more complicated than it already was.

“Excuse me, sir? You’re the other…driver involved in the accident?” John suddenly hears a voice, a bit on the quiet side, which brings him out of his thoughts that involve strangling somebody in a variety of different ways. And oh, his nights instantly become tens, if not thousands of times better when he sees the owner of said voice.

Judging by the identifying markings you were a paramedic, and a very cute one at that, with your dull green uniform and a big jacket on, brows tied together in a concerned expression. Oh, and your eyes, they looked absolutely lovely in the low streetlights. Price is taken aback for the moment, forgetting every word in his vocabulary. He feels his heart starting to beat faster, blood flowing through his veins so fast he’s sure if it wasn’t for the evening darkness he’d most likely resemble a tomato. But then John realizes he must say something because just staring at you would just make him seem like some old creep. And he absolutely didn’t want that.

“Yes, that would be me.” He speaks up after clearing his throat. You nod to that, attentive gaze still on him. John then adds on after a short pause, which took him to let out a deep sigh. “You need me for anything?” Anything. Something. Please.

“Just checking up.” John feels his heart melt at that small smile that grazes your lips, making it obvious you’re satisfied with his answer. “You seem to be holding up better than the other driver.” You joke in an attempt to either lighten up the mood, which John appreciates, or to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t escape him how you seemed a little shaky. It was Friday night, so today’s shift might have been rough on you. Always the Friday nights.

“Well, anyone would hold up better than that bloke.” He jokes with a bit of abandon, a low chuckle escaping his lips, as he starts to overthink himself. John suddenly feels like a dumb teenager, which is never a good sign, especially when there is someone he’s interested in right in front of him. Price feels like his laugh is too rough, stance is too relaxed and everything is just a bit too much when your eyes are on him. Oh, he’s so going to embarrass himself.

“True, but let’s not tell him that.” You give a quiet laugh and John’s worries die down a little. Not completely, but enough to let his eyes get glued to your face. “How are you feeling? Is there any abnormal pain, anything unusual or out of the ordinary?” Oh, so you’re the type to get straight to business, huh? Interesting. Price liked that. “If there’s anything wrong we’ll get you right to the hospital.” Price declined when he got asked about the hospital before by another paramedic because there was no way he was going to spend even more time out of his house because of some minor scratches. But if it meant you’ll be there, he’s calling dibs on the seat beside you in the ambulance truck, dear lord.

“My knee’s complaining a bit, love.” John can see your eyes going as big as two shiny coins when you hear that pet name, which, to be fair, slipped out completely unintentionally. However, by the way you instantly light up in another shy smile, he can tell you don’t really mind it, so his nervousness caused by this… “happy accident”, comes down again. “Some bruises, but I’m not about to hold you up because of those.”

“Oh, well, that’s alright, come with me and I can check you out…” You stutter over your words while talking a bit too quickly and once you understand what you said, an annoyed groan comes out of you. Way to embarrass yourself. “I mean, check your knee out in the ambulance, alright?” You again shoot him a smile. Which probably is in vain, since he’s a patient at the moment, and you’re at work, and that’s very much frowned upon, but what can you do? You don’t meet a man like that everywhere. He looks a bit rough around the edges, but that’s part of the charm.

“I’m sure your hands are already full with that hero of the day over there, I’m good.” What. The fuck. Are you doing. John. The only chance he gets to talk to you and he’s blowing it, for fuck’s sake. He didn’t know why he said that. Maybe not to seem desperate in a very self-sabotaging way, but that’s just. Oh, John, you’re too old for playing some damn games with someone you like.

“You know what? I insist.” Your voice is lower and rougher. And when you top it off with another one of your sweet smiles and a gentle touch on his shoulder? John is a gone man. Turning into a much, a putty, if you will. God, for this perfect smile he was ready to smash and repair every single house appliance and pipe in your house.

“Alright then. Anything for you, love, lead the way.” And you did, with your hand resting softly on his back, helping him forward. John wished you would’ve been bolded with your touch, so he could feel more than just a light graze, but still. It felt good.

And then he finds himself in the back of the ambulance truck, this cramped, tiny space making him hold his breath from being so goddamn nervous in your presence. You told him to take a seat while rummaging through some cabinets and various medical bags for something. Seemingly not finding anything that you needed you spoke up to him again.

“Okay, now let me see your knee, sir.” You mumbled while kneeling in front of him, your eyes concentrated on the man. He didn’t mind you calling him sir at all. John was so used to being called that, but right now it just spread that very pleasant warm feeling inside of him.

“Well, I’m not taking my pants off. Not without a dinner first.” Price chuckled, as he tried rolling up one of his pants legs. And, well, his statement wasn’t that far from the truth. The whole deal with examination was a bit awkward to begin with, so he didn’t want to make it even worse.

“I’ll think about it, big guy.” You chuckle, as you finally start looking at his knee, small, feather-light touches sending sparks over Price’s skin. So, you enjoyed teasing him like that, huh? In combination with that nice, sweet smile? Oh, John is sold. He definitely should you invite somewhere while he still has time on his leave. But before he can open his mouth to make a brave offer you speak up again. “Looks like you have a minor sprain in here, your knee’s all swollen. I’ll apply some elastic bandages, that you’re going to have to wear for some time and redo yourself. But overall you seem to be doing good” Price couldn’t help but feel like that last remark wasn’t about his health.

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s all fine with me, love. Do what you have to.” You only nod in response, spending some time rummaging in the cupboards once again and emerging victorious with a roll of elastic bandages in your hands. You return to your previous position in front of John, and adjust his knee with a firm hand, mumbling a quiet “Hold still, please”. Oh, he’d freeze for centuries if you had asked him to. But he does, and as you wrap the bandage around his knee, which just kept pulsing with hot pain, he couldn’t help but admire you. The trained movements, the concentrated gaze, the warm touch…Maybe he really should act on his thoughts. Maybe it’s his chance. Maybe something can work out and this accidental meeting will become…something more.

Price wanted it to become something more.

His imagination ran rampant, picturing you wearing some nice and fancy, in case you do agree on a date. John totally should not be thinking this when you were right there, finally putting some finishing touches on his knee bandaging, so he forced them out of his mind and cleared his throat. Here goes nothing. But before Price can even utter a single sound you’re already being called over by your colleague. Guess he’ll just have to wait until you’re free of your duties, huh?

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KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

Price is a man starved.

He moves with all the grace he’s known for, amidst your noises of petulance as he nudges his dick to push against your rim.

The act of sex is sacred to him; keeper of the pleasure you feel when you’re with him. He won’t lie, he’s had sugar babies before he met you. But none of them fail to incite the firestorm in him which brings out a version of himself from his younger and more voracious years.

Voracious for pleasure and love.

Price is a man seeking companionship in a world where glitter and glamour rule. The neighbourhood is fancy but devoid of the human touch; the people who live here bumble and walk like idiots through streets of crowds. Fools, he relegated them.

He moans when the head of his dick pushes past the rim and into tight heat.

Price knows it’s not meant to last as it with many things in the world. The more beautiful, the easier it’s to break—it’s the word of nature; its dominion is what all humans lived in.

Your hips are the altar of his faith, and he is nothing more than a needy man tonight. He want to feel, to shut down the part of his brain always in control and over assessing every situation and threat. Price just want to be a person tonight and with the body writhing underneath him, he sees the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sometimes, the light just seems so far but he knows it’s here tonight. He tastes sweetness on your lips, the wine you drank—a chardonnay at his request and with your pants as his hands pin them to the seatback, he dives in for another kiss.

A kiss between a sugar daddy and a sugar baby in a parked car on the hills of Alexandra Palace turning into something more than chaste kisses and touches in the car on the way to dinner.

Price is loaded and he knows enough to know where money flows might bring with it joy. Pleasure, even. He eyes the slack jaw and he knows it.

He knows pleasure when he sees it.

His money buys him everything he wants, and it buys your affection. It buys your time, your attention on him which he desperately wants—the man preens under your affection all the time. It buys your dignity, if the things he does to you are indicative of his intentions.

You’re a fool drowning in pleasure, and he is a fool drowning in the sin as nectar and in the car, he fucks you as if he life depends on it. The thrusts are deep, and they are full body sensations when he hits it home in strong cadences of a man starved for touch.

You don’t seem to mind what he does, he does it so damn well and without the usual baggage that comes with hook ups over the internet. Price splurges on you constantly. He wants to be the man to take care of you and the Patek Phillipe watch on your wrist is just the latest of his purchases.

He would buy the world for you if you were to just ask. Anything your heart desires and with his connections and money—nothing is too hard and everything is worth if only to keep your heart with him.

What is the price of your heart?

He doesn’t think he knows, but he damn well wants to try to find out. It starts small, with little trinkets such as flowers and chocolate. It graduates fast, to fancy dinners and eventually, to first class flights across the country at his beck and call and luxurious resorts in the alps of Courchevel for an impromptu ski trip in February.

The banker gets a stern talking to when the bank cancels his cards on the account of fraudulent purchases and he gives them a piece of his mind. Three months into the relationship, he gifts you a card. A black AMEX card with your name on it and tied to his accounts.

He hopes it’s reason to stay and he’s dismayed when there’s no spending on it. He confronts you—it ends in a fight and he explains gently you are meant to spend on his card.

Put all of your spending on his card. It’s what the sugar in sugar daddy meant.

He revels in the noises of the coupling and finds your mouth in a sloppy kiss in the dark  of the car. It’s all he can focus on when he’s waited weeks to see you. Lines of pleasure tangle into something fierce and burning in his loins when you squeeze down on his cock snugly.

He’s happy to see there’s spending on the card. Groceries from Aldi and an occasional tube ticket here and there. He thinks back to the time when he returned home to food you prepared for dinner. Chicken curry with fragrant rice and the words died on his tongue. The restaurant reservation is cancelled immediately without you being aware and he fucks you differently that night.

He fucks you differently ever since then. The urgency is replaced by a sense of longing and tenderness that muddles your head and his. You fuck with his instincts, and he fucks your body the way he wants to. His hands leave imprints into your hips and sweat runs off his body onto yours.

The air in the car is heated and he knows he’s compromised. Purely transactional relationship? Price scorns at the thought of that. Not when he came to a clean apartment with his clothes all laundered and folded neatly on his bed. A warm meal waits for him and a bottle of Chardonnay opened on the dining table and your warm embrace.

Tomorrow can wait, and Price doesn’t care for it. He doesn’t long for it to come, if only to draw out what he’s feeling right now. Dinner is the prelude to this and he hand roams your body to anchor it to him. To keep it from leaving him in this fleeting pleasure.

Fuck the day waiting, all he wants to do is leave scars on your heart. As proof he has been here before. Ruin you, desecrate you, and make you cry in his name. He’s possessive, and Price balks at the idea of sharing you with another person.

He knows his money won’t be enough eventually to be a reason to stay, and he so desperately wants to know—what’s the price of your heart?

What would make you give it to him? A sugar daddy you met on an online dating site working in the military with long periods of absences.

He’s worried you will ask for his companionship. More affection and more attention. His previous sugar babies wanted those, and when he failed to give, they left with the wind.

He doesn’t want this to happen with you.

You feel so right, and it’s something he likes with all of his heart.

For now, Price will give you the world and all its constituents, if you wanted material things. And deep down, he knows if you want his heart, he will consider an end to his military career. You make him want things he’s resisted all of his life.

And it scares him to know you have such a profound effect on his life, especially not when you are taking him so well and crying his name over and over again when his balls slam against your skin. Eventually, you cum first with a shout of his name as his teeth breaks the skin on your shoulders and he follows while fucking you through his orgasm until cum spills out from your rear.

Make you cry and fuck up your life. Maybe you just are something he likes and need to have. He wipes you down with a spare towel in the car and when you look at him like that, he wants to tell you to stop but he doesn’t.

He settles for a chaste kiss before starting the car up to take you home. Tomorrow isn’t here for a few hours, so he settles for having you for today. And for as long as he can without having to face the questions he has no answers to. If only he knew, all he has to do is stay.

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Another Year, Another Smile

John Price X Reader

Here you were, laughing at one of the terrible dad jokes that John had made to help lighten the mood and force them to take the spotlight off of him for a few minutes. Simon could see that you were avoiding nearly all the festivities, and while he’d love to tease, he knew better.

A:N: this is for the lovely and amazing @gaylemonshark as it's their birthday! I hope you like this fic since you and Barry share a birthday lol Happy Birthday!

You hadn’t expected anyone to even realize what the day was, considering you did everything you could to ignore your birthday. So, when you found out that you and your captain, John, shared a birthday, you were ecstatic. You could share the festivities with him, but try and keep most of the attention on him since he was your superior. And more, if you were being honest but sometimes that wasn’t the smartest thing to do. Everyone in your task force knew of the relationship between the two of you, and they respected it. It was a nice feeling knowing that everyone could see how happy you were.

Here you were, laughing at one of the terrible dad jokes that John had made to help lighten the mood and force them to take the spotlight off of him for a few minutes. Simon could see that you were avoiding nearly all the festivities, and while he’d love to tease, he knew better. John’s eyes crinkled as he laughed, nose scrunched as Johnny did his best impression of Simon during a mission. You couldn’t help your own laughter, doing your best to hide your smile and hide in John’s side.

“Is funny and you know it!” Johnny pointed an accusatory finger at Simon who, for lack of a better term, was glaring at the Scotsman.

“Oh shut it, I do not sound like that.” Simon rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.

“You kinda do sir, I can’t even deny it.” Kyle threw his hands up as Simon’s glare whipped from Johnny to him.

“You’re all gangin’ up on me, and it’s not even my birthday!” That brought out another round of laughter out of everyone, save for Simon of course.

Everyone began to apologize, while also chastising Simon in the most loving way that you could as well. It was a nice reminder that even with tragedy going on in the world around you, for just a few minutes you could have some peace.

“You know, I think it’s someone else’s birthday too.” John’s gaze slipped over to yours, eyes soft as he stared down at you.

“John, c’mon we promised not to make a big deal about my birthday.” You groaned and laid your head against his chest.

“I’m not! I’m just saying, why don’t we see if we can get a cake? Something to celebrate today.” John smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

You wanted to protest, but the thought of cutting the cake with him did sound pretty nice at the moment. Johnny nearly jumped out of his seat, offering to take Kyle and Simon to the store so they could get everything that would be needed. Before either you or John could say anything the trio were gone. You didn’t even have a moment to mention they didn’t need to get any plates or silverware, the mess hall would have everything.

“Oh god, they’re going to get something tacky for us to eat off of, I can just picture it.” You slapped a palm over your face, groaning softly.

“Let them have their fun, they need to let off steam every once in a while.” John squeezed you into his side, palm warm against the skin of your shoulder.

Even if normally you tended to ignore your birthday, choosing to celebrate John’s and put him in the spotlight, it was kind of fun knowing your teammates were happy to help. Kyle had been the only person, besides John, to know your birthday. It was personal preference for the most part, the boys could be a handful and having them make a fuss over the day felt like too much.

You and John would usually swap gifts, just little things that made you think of the other person if you had the chance to get something. There were many times you’d each gotten each other the same item, laughing at how predictable you were. It was a spiral you found yourself wanting to fall into. John was someone you could picture spending the rest of your life with, someone that genuinely loved you inside and out.

The trio announced their arrival back at base by nearly deafening you and John both, although it was almost entirely Johnny’s loud voice echoing inside the room. Simon and Kyle set down the adorably tacky plates while Johnny got the cake ready. They agreed not to put too many candles on the cake lest the sprinklers go off and they ruin their hard work.

“I’d hardly call going to the store hard work.” John muttered under his breath as Johnny began lighting each candle carefully.

He had either gotten the lighter while they were out or had managed to steal Simon’s when he wasn’t paying attention. John was too attached to his lighter to let anyone touch it but himself, it had been a gift from his father that he’d cherished like a child.

“Alright! Might wanna make your wishes quick, these candles are meltin’ faster than expected.” Johnny scooped the cake up carefully, walking it over to where you and John were sitting together.

They began to sing Happy Birthday, albeit quite terribly save for Kyle who didn’t have too bad of a singing voice. Your cheeks were hurting from laughing and smiling, a hand resting against John’s knee as he chuckled. Once they finished singing both you and John leaned forward, blowing out the candles quickly to prevent any more wax from dripping onto the pristine buttercream.

“Alright, we got a cake server so you guys could cut the cake without losing a finger.” Simon held the utensil out towards John.

He took it from the other man before gesturing for you to hold it. You raised an eyebrow confused before taking it from his hand. Once you had a secure grip on the base of the utensil, John wrapped his hand over yours. Your jaw dropped open as you realized what he was doing, you were going to cut the cake together. It felt perfect, John’s grip was both firm and comforting as he helped you cut through the cake, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Happy Birthday darling, thank you for spending it with me.” John’s eyes were sparking under the fluorescent lighting.

“Happy Birthday John, I couldn’t imagine spending it with anyone else.” You didn’t even notice Johnny take the cake, nor the cake knife away as you and John stared into each other’s eyes.

Maybe this birthday would be one to remember for the rest of your life.

It was simply

Perfect.

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Sure, he's your superior, but if Price gets you that hard whenever he calls you "sir," then who are you to deny him some role reversal?

And yeah, maybe you both realised it was a thing by accident, when he sarcastically said "yes, sir," just to be a little bitch, but the way you blushed and had to adjust your trousers certainly didn't go unnoticed, and it's not really his fault that he had to call you into his office later anyway. I mean, he could've avoided teasing you, calling you "sir" even then, but what's the fun in that?

Especially when it ended up with him pressed against the wall, one hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as you fuck him senseless, leaving hickeys high enough on his neck to be visible whatever he's wearing, pulling his hand away to hear his cute little begs and whimpers as he wanks himself off as best he can whilst you pound into him.

Breathing heavy when he calls you "captain," even though you're nowhere near that rank. His hole clenching around your dick, milking your cum from it and making him fall into you when you loosen your grip on him. Whining that he's not cum yet, pouting when you take his hands and pin them up against the wall again.

"Please, Captain, sir," he sobs, hips bucking against nothing, desperate for friction. When you reach a hand down, light touches to his cock to tease him, he cries out a far too loud "please," forcing you to shut him up with your mouth, sharing kisses as you move your hand up and down til he cums all over it, his teeth biting your lip as he moans out a final "sir," whimpering and leaning into you tiredly.

[erinfern0]

behind closed doors.

john price x gn!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: getting handsy during a group dinner seems fun, all until you two get too desperate. he's too much of a gentleman to fuck you in a public restroom, that's why you two end up driving back home, too needy to care about anything else in the world.

warnings: semi-public teasing, bent over a drawer, light spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, mention of safeword and aftercare.

a/n: this is the second part of 'the moment they stop looking', so I recommend reading that one first.

It went as you expected it — John was teasing you all the way home. Started off very mild, just holding your hand while driving, trying his best not to get too distracted by you. He then began to kiss your hand, then moved it down his pants with a smirk, knowing just how much you need more. “Safety first.” or “Don't get too greedy, love.” fell from his lips every time you tried to move your hand further, craving to have him there and then. Safety first.

The ride wasn't long, but the more time passed, the more desperate you two were, almost undressing each other with your eyes. Every time your hand groped his thigh, his breath shuttered, gazing at you from the corner of his eye.

The worst part was when you had to stop by the red lights as both of you tried hard not to undress right there. He'd kiss your cheek, neck, and shoulder, huffing against your skin when he felt your fingers messing with his hair. You had to push him away when the lights turned green, so he wouldn't start traffic.

His annoyed groan made you giggle as you played with his hair, allowing him to drive in please all the way to your shared house. He harshly pulled up to the driveway, stopping as close to the door as he could before he left the car. Usually, you'd wait for him to open the door, but this time you were in a rush too.

Getting out of the car, you smiled so widely it hurt, watching him fondle the keys and looking around to find you mere centimeters behind him. He stole a small peck from your lips with a surprised groan as soon as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

You two almost fall into the hallway as the door unlocks, chuckling into each other's mouths. His breath is warm, making you dizzy with the combination of soft, hungry kisses and his beard tickling your face. John closes the door behind you, and you use it to your advantage as you push him against the door.

Pulling him by his belt is a very dangerous game, and you know it all too well, but you just can't help it. As soon as you catch his gaze, you grab his belt and pull him towards you, causing the hazed and confused soldier to desperately chase after your lips with shaking hands traveling over your body.

John breaks the kiss only to let you two catch your breaths, gasping for air with closed eyes, his nose rubbing against yours. This time, the kiss is slow and calm, not as erratic as the previous one. It allows you to truly remind yourself how much you need each other, and how you'll always end up craving the other one, no matter how much time has passed.

“Are you going to tap out?” he asks teasingly, rubbing your hips against the material of your clothes. His eyes light up with that sweet, lustful sparkle you loved so much.

You just shake your head lightly, pressing another kiss to his jaw, running down to trace the curve of his neck. “No way.” you chuckle against his skin, smiling as you nibble on his ear. “You trained me too well, captain.”

The gasp that escapes his mouth makes your legs shiver and your own mouth water. John's grip on your sides tightens in a silent approval of your words. “Think we can make it to the bedroom, love?” he inquires, catching a glimpse of your eyes before you slowly get on your knees in front of him.

You don't waste your time, nuzzling your face into his thighs as your hands reach over to unbuckle his belt. The loud clank of metal makes him look down, pure adoration filling his eyes as he watches you take care of him so well.

“You're goin' to be the death of me one day, fuck.” he swears under his breath, one hand resting on top of your head as he guides you. You know him so well, making him so, so proud of you when you drag his pants down to his ankles, taking what you want.

Your eyes flutter as you see the dark stain on his boxers, which are definitely too tight for him like this. You chuckle and press a single kiss on his clothed, sloppy tip, humming at the taste you craved all evening.

His muscles tense, especially the ones in his thighs and abs, trying to keep himself quiet. His brows furrow as he tugs on your hair, silently asking for more. You comply, pressing your hot, wet tongue over the slit, smiling. “Cut the teasing, love.” his voice is lower than usual, aroused and pleasingly vibrating in his throat as he tries not to moan at such a simple touch.

Nodding your head, you hook your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to make it pool on the floor with his pants. His cock is harder than you imagine, almost hitting your face as you set it free. You whimper at just the sight, licking the underside of his length.

John's Adam's apple bobs impatiently as he looks at you, admiring the view of you on your knees for him, leaving tiny licks and kisses all over his dick with such focus that it makes him think you're already addicted.

“Such a naughty thing you are.” he breathes out, when your hand starts to stroke his base, smearing his precum all over your lips. “Can't even get to the bedroom, huh?”

His teasing makes you warmer on the face, licking his arousal off your mouth. “You're the one who had to drag me out of dinner, remember?” you reply, standing up on your cotton-like legs just to lean against the dresser behind you. “Touching me under the table when nobody was looking. Such a shame, I really enjoyed their company.” you fake pout and look away.

Seconds later, you're being turned around, your pelvis pressed against the furniture for him to just grab your ass in both hands, resting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Not my fault, you look so goddamn beautiful. How can you expect me to behave?“ he rasps behind you, one hand pulling down your pants.

You shiver beneath his much bigger frame, feeling him sucking hickeys all over your neck and shoulders while leaving light spanks over your ass and outer thighs, reminding you how much power he has over you. You melt underneath him, so overwhelmed by the way you desperately grind your hips against the dresser.

John leans back for a second, admiring the few handprints he left on you, smiling at his creation and the effect he has on you. The way you keep chanting pleases to him makes his want for you even stronger. “Think you can take it like this?” he whispers against your ear, fingers soothing red marks on your ass while he kisses your back.

You nod your head, unable to form any sentences as you grip the dresser a little tighter. Feeling him wrap one arm around your torso makes you exhale loudly, knowing that no matter what, he's going to take care of you.

The hallway gets filled with the sound of him spitting on his hand, whispering praises as he slides his slick fingers over your needy hole. He feels as you subconsciously tighten around nothing, silently begging for him to finally fill you up.

“John, fuck, please.” you whimper, arching your back to push your body against his. Your mind's fogged up, almost too overwhelmed with how much you need him. You want him so bad it hurts, almost unbearable when you reach back to guide his hand.

“I know, baby, I know.” he nods his head, pressing his lips together as he tries to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wants is to harm you, but the way you keep pushing his fingers against your entrance has him second-guessing himself. “You remember your safeword, correct?”

You fight the urge to smile, thinking that even when you are both so desperate, all he cares about is your comfort. It's good, you think to yourself, you get too reckless when you want him inside of you that bad it could end poorly for your body.

Nodding your head, you bend over the drawer a little more, exposing the marks he left on you a little more. John curses under his breath, aligning his throbbing cock with your sweet, pulsating entrance.

You gasped at the feeling of his thick cockhead prodding at your hole, slowly stretching you out and molding into the shape of him that your body knows so well. You admire how much he holds himself back not to harm you, his hips start to roll against yours in such a slow, sensual manner it drives your senses wild.

His free hand holds your chin, guiding you to turn your head towards him, connecting your lips to silence your moans combined with his groans. The other hand slowly moves your hips against his allowing you to find the pace that feels the best.

You start to find a rhythm that has your legs shaking every time he hits that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you. His hips snap against yours with such force it makes the dresser repeatedly bump into the wall in front of you. John's fingers deliciously dig into the skin on your hip, probably leaving behind lots of bruises that you'll care about later.

All that matters now is how he keeps pounding into you, relentlessly panting and groaning into your mouth as you reach one hand back to pull his hair. A choked-back moan escapes his lips at the slight sting of your nails digging into his scalp.

John knows you're close, feeling your body picking up the pace just to bring that release sooner. No words, just grunts leave his mouth as he complies with your request, rolling his hips deeper, rougher, and faster into your perfect hole.

“That's it.” he whispers against your ear, pressing his torso into your back. You can feel the sweat-covered hair on his chest rub into your skin, his musk combined with your arousal makes you lose all control, turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. “You're goin' to take all my cum, yeah? Fucking take it, baby.”

He throws his head back, amused by the lustful ah ah ah's that you cry out with each one of his thrusts. Your body tenses, legs shivering as your orgasm washes over you like a waterfall. His words caused you to cum so quickly that you didn't even expect it. You've created such a mess of yourself, arousal sticking not only to your thighs but also to the drawer.

Soon enough, John keeps his promise as you feel his cum being pumped right into your hole. That slick, warm semen kept you panting, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he came, whispering your name over and over until he was done. The movement of his hip slowed down and then stopped completely, letting you feel his warm length buried so deep within you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, panting heavily as he brushes your hair off your forehead and face. It's pleasingly quiet now, the only sounds in the room being his heartbeat and you two trying to catch your breaths. You stay open-mouthed as he presses gentle kisses to your temple and cheek, wrapping his arms around your form to make sure you don't fall.

“Feeling okay?” he questioned, rubbing his forehead into your skin. You quickly wrapped your arms around his that were resting on your stomach, interlocking your fingers together.

“Better than ever, captain.” you murmur and close your eyes, embracing yourself in the warmth of his body.

He laughs brightly, nudging your cheek with his nose. You can't help but giggle, knowing how much he loves when you call him that. Your body feels putty in his strong arms and you allow yourself to fully melt against him.

“I'm going to pull out, my love.” John warns you, allowing you to take a deep breath before he swiftly slides out of you. Despite your intentions, you hear yourself gasping in the discomfort of our walls clenching around nothing, the pleasing burn reminding you of all the sinful things that just happened.

His fingers quickly find your entrance, soothing it in slow circles. He presses soft kisses over the marks on your neck, silently apologizing for his roughness. “I am okay, John.” you whisper breathlessly, leaning more into his touch. He answers you with just a simple sigh, adding another kiss to your skin.

Soon enough, he turns you around and cups your face, looking at your sparkling, hazed eyes and sweat running down your temple. He then kisses your lips, slowly and carefully to let you catch your breath in the meantime.

“How about we shower and I'll get us something nice to eat?” his soft voice catches your attention, making the butterflies in your stomach fly around a little faster. You nod your head and chuckle with exhaustion hitting your head a little.

“Can you guide me there?” you ask quietly as your legs still feel like cotton - wobbly and weak. And you're so happy when he just holds your hand, leading you through the hallway.

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[mockerycrow]

Today's price thought

He would gaslight you into a relationship. Not even out of anything malicious. He just makes your head spin with petnames and touches and everthing else that he is all surprised when you ask him what you are. What do you mean? We are basically married for the last year?

okay at first i was like 🤨 but now i find this miscommunication cute.

there’s not a lot of serious talking between you two, but there are sure as hell a lot of touching. Pet names, his hand brushing against your lower back to guide you through a crowd, he even kisses your temple, you sometimes as well. John treats you very well, but you’re so conflicted because you haven’t had a discussion about whatever…. this is.

Is this temporary? Does he.. love you? John doesn’t seem to do this with anyone else, so is this an exclusive thing?? So when it’s about around the new years time, you’re nervous as you ask him to talk. John himself doesn’t seem nervous—in fact, he seems concerned, worried about.. well, you. You’re sitting across from each other and he watches the way your leg bounces, the way your fingers pick at the beds of your fingernails.

John’s face eases when you begin to ramble, unable to meet his eyes. He’s patient; he doesn’t interrupt you, letting you ramble all of your thoughts out before you slowly fall silent, your anxiety going through the roof. “I didn’t make it obvious enough?” He murmurs, causing you to look at him in disbelief. Your eyes search his rapidly and you laugh a bit, albeit nervously. “I-I mean, we never.. we never really officially put a label—“

[thegnomelord]

Ripping the sheets at the thought of prompt #25 with Draconic Price with Mage!reader who can't handle alcohol that well ❤️‍🩹

Sure thing anon, sorry it took so long getting to your prompt 😅 Play the game HERE

Prompt: Drunken confessions

CW: SFW, GN reader, Monster AU, Gn Reader, Dragon Price drinking, drunk confessions, fluff.

To say you're a lightweight is to say the sky's blue. It's an endless source of amusement to the lads; all they have to do is sit back after a stressful mission, give you booze, and watch the fireworks — literally, when your magic sparks across the bar, little sparks crackling along the ceiling, growing wilder with each shot you take down.

Price smirks behind the rim of his beer as he watches you and Soap knock back shots of liquor in a drinking game, not even trying to understand the slurred tangent you're on; mages are nerds at heart, and the booze has melted your tough guy act and leaving you rambling on about the intricacies of magic. It's one of the things he likes about you, how passionate you are; a good treasure to keep in his hoard.

But Price figures it's time for you to go when you nearly set a trashcan on fire in the corner, your vision long since doubling, the alcohol burning in your mind so strongly a bit of your original eye color peeks out beneath the unnatural glow of mana in your eyes.

"Come on you muppet," He signs, tugging you up by the back of your clothing like you're a wet kitten. You whine and attempt to struggle, but his draconic strength far surpasses yours. "It's far past your bed time." He adds, a little rumble in the back of his throat making liquid heat pool in your belly.

"But captain-" You grumble, the world spinning like a kaleidoscope as Price pulls you out of the bar, enough sense in your brain to throw a middle finger at the rest of your team when they wolf whistle and holler.

"Not a pipe out of you." Price sighs, wing stretching out like a shroud around your back, trying not to pay attention to the way his draconic blood sings when you lean in close; trying not to think how well you fit against him, like a treasure he can hoard. "C'mon, I'll drive you home."

You mumble a few curses under your breath as he helps you into the passenger seat of his car, your inhibitions so lowered so that when he leans over to buckle your seatbelt you tilt your head, burying your nose into his neck and taking in his scent, the smell of musk and cigar smoke filling your senses. Price does his best to reign in his draconic blood, a flash flood of desire burning in his head.

"Easy there mage," He huffs and shakes his head, pushes you back into a seat with an amused snort, settling into the car. The drive back to base is like a blur to you, spent rambling about something even you can't remember as Price just hums in acknowledgement, occasionally having to swat away your wandering hands trying to grope his thigh.

Price has to carry you to your room as you're so drunk you can't stand straight, head nodding as you slowly fall asleep in the car before you even reach the gates. Price tries not to think of how well you fit in his arms as he hoists you up, holding you close to his chest. You head ends up laying on his chest, face buried in his neck.

"Hey cap?" You mumble against his skin, squirming a bit as he carries you.

"Yes?" He asks, heart beating just a little faster as you clumsily wrap your arms around his neck. You mumble something into skin, so soft and low even his advanced hearing can't pick it up, making his ears strain to hear you as he enters your room. "You need to speak up there, mage."

"I love you cap." You slur, so honest and loving, and Price nearly topples over, feet catching on a random piece of junk you've got strewn around your room. But you choose that exact moment to squirm and he ends up tossing you onto your bed, your hangs clutching him tight and pulling him down too.

"Fuck-you bloody muppet!" Price grows, shifting to put the tension off his wing from how awkwardly he'd landed. He attempts to get up, but you're stronger than you look when you want to be, clinging to him like a little koala with your arms and legs wrapped around him.

"Nooo-" You whine, burying your head into his chest, squeezing your arms when you feel his skin is as warm as yours, your mana and dragon fire so similar it's like there's no barrier between your chests. "Mhm, love you John," You say again, making his head short circuit for a few moments, draconic instincts sparking up, wing and tail wrapping around you.

"You-" He sighs as he catches himself, embarrassment blooming in his chest at how he's acting like a young welp. By the time he's calmed down, you've already fallen asleep and using his pecs like a pillow, snoring lightly as you drool over his chest.

"You. . ." Price hums, a small smile tugging on his lips. He shuffles in an attempt to get comfortable, your bed isn't made to house two people but you're cuddled up to him so closely it's like you two are one person. "Bloody mage." He huffs under his breath, his clawed hands carding through your hair, sharp fingers scratching your scalp.

A happy little rumble leaves his chest when you nuzzle closer, your body so warm thanks to the mana in your system. It feels. . . nice, more than nice, his draconic ancestry purrs in his ears and he pulls you closer so your head rests buried in his neck, your and his scents mixing together.

Chances are you won't remember any of this. Chances are you'll deny your words, say it was just belligerent nonsense. But for now you love him, and he leans in to nuzzle his cheek against your hair, big burly arms wrapping around your middle, whispering lowly in your ear— a statement. "Love you too, you muppet."

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hello! Can you make a self-aware Ghost or Price au please?? 🙏🙏 thank you

a/n: of course!! I haven’t gotten an au request in quite a while! I’ll do price this time since I’m in a price mood :)

price:

-I think he loves watching you play through the missions or watch edits of him, he loves seeing your reactions to his scenes or voice lines so much it hurts him that he can’t say them face to face

-is subtle about his hints, only little lines in passing that you would only hear if you were focused on him. He doesn’t want to get caught, or worse to stress you out! :(

-if you use him as an operator skin he will occasionally sneak hints in or let you win a game, and sometimes your rude teammates just get muted

-will also buy you things in the shop and pretend it’s just a discount; this is the closest he can get to spoiling you or getting spoiled by you isn’t it?