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Are You Ready? | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Price

35 “One of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Price is finally home, and you can't quite believe it.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, anal fingering, dry humping, dirty talk, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You fidgeted uncomfortably in your bed, tossing and turning all night whilst the television continued to play quietly, bathing the entire room in a dull blue light; beside you, Price hardly even stirred, hardly even paused as he slept so soundly beside you.

Completely and utterly knocked out from recently coming home from deployment; he was exhausted, in all honesty, but who could blame him?

When he had spent days looking into the eyes of boys hardly older than fifteen, blank and lifeless stares glaring into his soul; when he spent hours hunched over a desk and writing letter after letter to mothers and fathers, telling them that their babies had died. That their babies who would never return home to loving embraces, to hot home cooked meals and to soft, kind and loving words.

When he had spent days marching in mud up to his knees, blisters on his feet, sores on his legs and burns on his fingertips; endless miles of mud, with only rats, fleas and lice to keep him company. After all of that, who could ever say that he was to blame for being so tired, for being so fucking exhausted?

Who could ever say that he was to blame?

But unlike Price, you couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you were upset, or that you were tormented by anything, but it was the mere fact that you were just so happy to have him home; you were fucking giddy to have him home, you just couldn’t settle down. It was uncomfortable to lie in bed, but it was so good to have Price home at last.

All you wanted to do was jump on him and scream in his face about how much you had missed him; but you knew that he needed to rest, so you did try and keep yourself a little bit calmer than what you would have wanted. But you couldn’t believe it.

You felt him shift beside you, a harsh groan coming from the back of his throat as his hand drifted down, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against his body.

“I missed you,” Price grumbled sleepily, pulling you on top of him and gently rocking his hips against you. “Y’know that, right?”

Your hands went to his chest as you pushed back against him, nodding as a breathy moan left your lips. “Four years tomorrow, baby… four years together, and I miss you more and more every time.”

He pushed his hips up against you, grinding. “Four years, and one of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner.”

You swallowed thickly, pushing down your pyjama bottoms to expose yourself to him, moaning softly when he slipped his ring and middle fingers into your ass, slowly pumping them in and out as you whimpered for him to keep going. “John… fuck…”

“You like that?” He breathed out, and when you agreed, he picked up the pace. Fucking you with his fingers as he felt you clamp down around his thick fingers. “‘M gonna fuck you and fill that pretty little ass… make you so fuckin’ full…”

“Unf!” You squeezed your eyes tightly shut for a moment, hips bucking as you ground down against his fingers, your mouth falling agape and giving him the perfect excuse to capture your mouth with his.

Sucking your tongue before grabbing the back of your neck and harshly grinding against you; you could only whimper, so needy and desperate for him that all your words seemed to fail so miserably, so terribly.

All you could think about was how good his cock would look buried inside your ass, slick with lube and hammering into you; how good his cock would feel as it stretched you until you could hardly take it anymore, until you were sobbing and biting down on the bedsheet as it became wet and squelched with your spit and tears.

“You thinkin’ about it?” Price huffed, gently nibbling at your neck. “How good my cock would look as I bend you over and fuck you… you’re gonna look so good when I stuff you full of my cum… you’re gonna look so good…”

You let out a harsh breath, shuddering against him as you felt it wash over you; your legs shook harshly, thighs trembling as you bucked against him and allowed yourself to let loose at last. Sharp short breaths coming from your mouth as you fucked yourself against his fingers. Your eyes shut tightly, you could feel yourself coming undone as you thought more about it.

The slapping of skin, the smell of sex filling the room, the sounds of grunts and growls and soft whimpers. The feeling of his skin on yours; Price grumbled softly under his breath, slipping his hand to you and letting your cum coat his skin as he tilted his head back slightly.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised softly. “Cum for me, c'mon.”

“D-Daddy,” you gasped out, trying to fuck yourself against him even more desperately, wanting to feel it all over again. “Please… please… wanna… wanna cum twice…”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed out, pulling his fingers from your ass and flipping you onto your back. He settled between your legs, his hands on your thighs as he grinned tiredly. “Do you want my cock, now?”

You nodded desperately, mouth agape and drool slipping from the corner. “Please…”

“Yeah?” He whispered, gently tracing your jaw. “You sure you can take it?”

“John,” you growled softly, tugging at him. “Please don't be a tease…”

Licking his lips, Price smiled down at you, attacking your neck as he kissed and bit and sucked at the skin until you were bucking your hips against him, begging for him. “Four years together, and you've never been hotter than you are right now.”

You laughed softly, playfully slapping his chest and rolling your eyes fondly. “Four years, and I've never wanted you to fuck me as much as I need you to right now.”

“I see your point,” he growled out, palming at himself for a moment. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

[gomzdrawfr]

i was drawing berries....and then....I blacked out and bear!Price came into existence so yeah

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you know who my daddy is?

Captain price x Fem reader (single mom)

You brought your kid to the base, she has an important homework, talk about what mom/dad does at work. The little kid is in trouble and the best she can do to get out of the problem is lie about who her daddy is.

Warning: it's not very interesting but I had a lot of fun writing it. I like to think about Price having a daughter. Anyway, as usual, grammatical and spelling errors.

- hey my little sunshine! how was your day?

- it was fine, I have homework though.

- oh, what is it?

- I have to talk about your work, what you do and things like that.

- Oh well, I have to talk with my superior and let him know that you will go with me for a few hours just to see what we do, ok?

- Okay

That was the small conversation with your kid, she was very excited to go with you, you talked her a little bit about your comrades and your very handsome captain, she made fun of you for the way you talked about Price and sang «Mommy and the captain, sitting on a tree giving little kisses and falling in love...», of course you warned her to not say that at the base, as every kid, she thinks your job is full of action and adrenaline, because that's what she watches on tv, she certainly wasn't expecting to see you writing reports and reading files, attending some calls, just like you're doing right now.

Price was very kind to let you bring her today, he also told you to give her a small tour around the place to make it more exciting, your poor girl is dying of boredom sitting in the chair of your office, observing the ceiling and the light over your heads.

- I'm sorry darling, we will give the tour as soon as I finish this report, okay?

- I thought we would fight against bad people or that you would show me guns, this is so boring!!!!!

- Honey, making all this paperwork is also a way to fight against bad people, also very important.

- B-O-R-I-N-G...

You sighed, certainly it's not the funniest activity but you needed to finish it as soon as possible, a knocking on your door was perfect to interrupt your girl's complaints, Gaz appeared with a small bag of candies.

- I heard you brought a mini you today, I wanted to say hi.

- Oh Kyle, thanks, come in, this is my daughter (____). Honey this is my friend Kyle, be nice and say hi.

Your girl smiled at Gaz and took the small bag, she started to eat some jelly beans and talked for a few minutes with Kyle.

- (...) And now I'm here! Bored!

- I already say Sorry like a thousand times baby!!!

- I can take her to give a walk while you finish... just if you want (y/n)

- that would be great, I will finish soon I promise!

- YEAH! LET'S GO KYLE!!!

Your daughter took Kyle's hand and left the office, you laughed and continued your work.

Gaz went to the common room so your daughter could say hi to Soap, Ghost and other soldiers. needless to say that your girl was enchanted to meet Soap who played with her and gave her a small gel blaster, both made a mess with those gel bubbles, Gaz and Soap were cleaning up while Ghost and your daughter were painting one of Ghost's skull old masks, but your daughter was impatient to be with you and see the rest of the place as you promised her, she took her opportunity to escape from the three men when Soap attacked Ghost with some of the gel bubbles that were still on his blaster, Gaz was recording so, none of them noticed when your daughter left the room.

«Ah, Guys... Where's (_____)?» «Shit» «Was Johnny's fault»

They started to look for her, while your daughter was walking unsure of where she was going, she brought the blaster that Soap gave to her and started to shoot and play, her fun ended when she accidentally shot a soldier in his eye. The guy saw her alone and started to try to scare her.

- Hey kid, Did you forget the way to the daycare? who gave you that toy? This is not a place for babies.

- I'm 6, I'm not a baby!

- Aren't you? Then, maybe I have to tell you that you can go to prison for what you did?

Your daughter really believed that, she started to feel nervous, she was in serious trouble, what would she do now?. This guy kneeled down in front of your daughter and smirked.

- What will you do now? Cry with your parents?

An idea popped up quickly to her mind.

- I won't get in trouble, Do you have a clue of who my daddy is?

- Do you know who my daddy is?, oh please tell me who's your father, dwarf, I will tell him you're being a troublemaker!

He imitated your daughter's voice.

- The Captain Price is my daddy! He will beat your ass if you don't let me go!

This soldier was ready to say something until someone appeared behind you, he stood up quickly and paled, the little girl thought it was Gaz or Soap who found her and arrived just in time to save her, until she heard the soldier said «Captain!», she paled too and looked behind her, a tall man was observing the soldier with a cold look.

- Is this young man bothering you, my dear?

- He says I will go to prison just because I was playing a little and I hit him by accident.

- I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know she was your daughter...

Price didn't act surprised by the soldier's comment, he continued looking at him and put a hand on your daughter's shoulder.

- Next time I see you bothering my daughter or anyone else, you will be In serious trouble. Do you understand?

- Yes Sir.

- Fine, now leave. Let's go my little princess.

Price kneeled down a little and carried your girl over his shoulders, he talked with her about your work and maybe, your girl talked about how you feel about him, on their way they found Ghost, Soap and Gaz running through the entire base looking for her.

Finally you finished your work and went to the common area to see if your daughter was there, on the way you noticed some soldiers were whispering and talking secretly while you were passing by but you tried to not pay much attention, you arrived to the common area and indeed there she was, she fell asleep on Soap's lap, who was sitting on a sofa.

- Hey y/n you found us!

- Sorry guys I had a lot of things to do, thank you to everyone for taking care of her.

«No problem» «Soap is always here to help» «it was your fault that we lost her!»

- You what??

- Don't worry, nothing happened to her, the Captain found her!

Before you could say something, Price caught your attention and asked you to go out with him to have a small conversation. You felt a lump in your throat and stomach, you felt you were in problems, as soon as you and Price were alone you started to apologize.

- I'm so sorry John, I mean, Captain, it won't happen again I can assure you that...

- Y/n, you're not in trouble.

- wha..?

- I was going to say, you have a sweet and smart daughter and... Very... chatterbox...

- Chatterbox?

- Yes, she said she was my daughter, and then she told me about... Some feelings you have.

- Oh...

- Oh...

You instantly started to try to fix and look for excuses.

- Sir, I'm... She's just a kid, she fantasizes a lot about her father and... Also she understood all I said in a different way, I'm really sorry Captain...

- I see, well y/n, you don't need to apologize, I understand she's just a kid, and as she's just a kid, tell me, who are we to ruin her fantasies about have a father?

He smiled mischievously at you, you were speechless, what the hell was happening?.

- Ah... Excuse me, what?

-Well, she's a brilliant girl and I always wanted to have a daughter and a very attractive wife. There are a lot of reasons to make this come true.

You're still processing all that is happening right now.

- Really?

Price took your hand and squeezed it softly, without losing eye contact with you.

- For sure, by example, everybody around the base is already talking about us and our little daughter and the other reason is that those feelings your daughter talked about, are mutual.

You couldn't say anything, you were lost in thoughts, but your silly smile was enough for Price to go a little bit further.

- So, if you allow me, I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow night. What do you think?

- I would like that, but who will take care of (____)?

He laughed a little and then simply said.

- I think Soap said he's always ready to help, no? And if you don't think he will be a good babysitter... well, I think your daughter has another two uncles that can help.

That definitely made you laugh loudly, Price looked at you with tenderness still waiting for an answer, then, after a few minutes of silence you nodded, that was the story of how you and your daughter won the Captain's heart and three new uncles for your little girl, it would be the story that your daughter would talk about in every opportunity she had.

[cheezbites]

Habits

✎: You guys have been eating good with my posts, thanks for all the notes kiddies! 🫡

♡Summary: Johnny Price subconsciously picks up on your habits <3

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Bf!Price noticed your one-sided conversation with your beloved dog, Cooper. You were sat cross-legged with a bag of treats in your hand, his tail tersely wagging in the air. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” You cooed, a playful tone lacing your words. You then seamlessly switched to a higher pitch, one that resonated with your dog more: “I am! I’m a good boy.” When John witnessed this heartwarming interaction, a smile tugged at his lips knowing that you and Cooper had an inseparable bond.

And so when you noticed Price having bantering one-on-one conversations with Coop, which he never did before, you couldn’t help but chuckle at your newfound discovery.

Bf!Price loved it when you made him breakfast in bed, he never asked you to, but you still did it voluntarily. You leisurely got up from bed, veering off from startling or waking him up and entered the kitchen. You were half asleep - but still committed to the task at hand, you made him eggs on buttered toast, fluffy pancakes with maple syrup, orange juice and a side of freshly sliced strawberries.

“Wake up sleepy head,” you muttered, placing the tray of food onto the nightstand. The delicious scent of the breakfast wafted through the room. He grunted and drowsily arose in response, as you nestled his face in your gentle hands. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, blinked open to find you sat next to him, and the food perfectly framed in the soft morning light. The love and care you committed to the food you prepared made him feel loved and appreciated.

“All this… for me?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

You nodded, “Of course, all for you.”

He sat up, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I love you so much.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, as you pulled away his eyes remained fixed on you, causing your heart to skip a beat or two.

“Thank you…” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear “For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Bf!Price was beyond grateful for your kind gesture, he didn’t tell you this, but years of military training caused him to instinctively wake up even at the slightest sound or movement. He had grown accustomed to being a light sleeper during his time in the army, he saw you try extremely hard to not startle or wake him up, he knew how early in the morning it was when you fled to go make him breakfast - all the efforts you put into it made him appreciate it even more. He couldn’t fight the urge to make you breakfast in bed this time.

As the morning sun lightly filtered through the curtains, he silently rose from the bed. Today, he was going to return the sweet gesture and he was determined to. With careful consideration, he mentally noted all the little things you loved. He knew you adored the bittersweet taste of a fresh milk coffee, he knew you loved waffles with a crispy exterior and a soft, sweet centre. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he remembered your affinity for blueberries, adding them generously to a separate bowl. He most importantly remembered that you were a light eater with a sweet tooth every morning, so he was going to keep it simple.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he greeted softly.

As you gradually stirred awake, he presented you with the tray - a mix of excitement and affection visible in his eyes.

Bf!Price rarely sends emojis; his texting style is monotone, but when talking to him face to face, he's a ball of sunshine. When it comes to you, you don’t shy away from embracing your personality in text messages as well. Sending emojis galore, using capital letters, abbreviations …

When texting him, you observe the way he messages you gradually shift. It became more and more alike to the way you text. For example, when laughing, before it would be something along the lines of:

“Ahah”, or reacting to the message.

Now it was:

“Hahahaha😂☠️”, maybe you were delusional, or, you detected him picking up on another one of your habits yet again.

Bf!Price endured a healthy lifestyle and a consistent routine in the gym, and you started naturally gravitating towards it. As days passed, you took note of his passion for staying fit and his morning jogs. The way he talked about his favourite exercises and the happiness it brought him was contagious. Without even realising it, you began joining him. You laughed at how effortlessly you slipped into his passion for fitness, it wasn’t just about staying in shape, it was about the bonding experience. Not only have you embraced his routine, but also strengthened your connection.

Bf!Price was overwhelmed at how underwhelming your workspace was, papers in neat colour coordinated stacks, pens arranged into meticulous rows, even the array of sticky notes seemed to be in their proper place, an abundance of files to make it easier to stay organised …

What was once an unorganised jumble (his workspace), was soon enough a space that fostered clarity and focus. He appreciated the positive influence you had on him, even if it was as small as just staying organised. He felt a newfound sense of accomplishment every time he looked at his now-tidy desk.

Masterlist

Gaz Version

Ghost Version

König Version

Soap Version

[tumbleweedbee]

male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

[seraphimcollections]

drunk daze | NSFW Price/Reader | +18

warnings: MINORS DNI !!!! P?rn with plot, slight size kink, rough, club sex, sex pollen, multiple orgasms, sex with a superior, mutual pining, allusions to masturbation, NSFW FOR GOD'S SAKE!! Pure filth. No mention of Y/N but readers codename is "Kit"

...I regret nothing.

summary: you, Gaz and Price are all on a mission to locate a mysterious bio-weapon, the likes of you and your dear captain get an acquaintance with ;)

words: 5k <.<

a/n: ...just gonna leave this here...

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You could barely raise your chest to bring in breath. You felt like you were on fire, every inch of you covered in a thin film of sweat glimmering in the dingy lights of the cramped restroom. You sat on the toilet lid, your back arched and your head leaned over so that your hair could pool at the bottom of the basin. Cool running water ran over your locks in an attempt to increase your rising temperature. Little to say, it wasn’t working.

Oh, that’s right, you were on a mission, the objective completely forgotten at this point. You’re mind a haze, all you could think about was trying to hang on to the last piece of sanity holding you back from making a stupid decision. Your lips parted, you let out a strangled moan, trying your best to focus your gaze.

“Love,” his voice alone was able to cut through all the noise.

You looked up into his honeyed gaze, finding salvation. You smiled at him, hand reaching to catch on his tee.

“I really fucked us didn’t I,” you eyes swirled with lust staring up to the bearded man, “Captain.”

Four hours earlier, Gaz and Captain Price touched down in Tokyo, assigned to a special mission to retrieve a rumored bio-weapon.

“And we don’t have any other intel on this, Laswell?” You ask, all three of you standing around the laptop.

“All we know is that it's highly effective and mind-altering, but we’ll get the information we need once we’ve retrieved it,” Laswell said over the call.

“And this supposed bio-weapon is hidden inside this club?” Gaz said skeptically.

“Well, if I were an evil mastermind trying to hide the next hottest bio-weapon, I’d want to hide it in plain sight,” you shrugged.

“Alright, all that’s left is to get ready,” Price said, standing to his feet, “Gaz will be positioned in the building across from the club while you and I infiltrate and attempt to locate the weapon. Boots on the ground by 19:00 hours.”

You turned and waved over your shoulder as you walked toward your separate room, “can’t rush beauty, Cap!”

Gaz rolled his eyes with a chuckle, hearing the door click shut.

“Not going to lie, Captain,” Gaz smiled, “I’d kill to be in your position. Respectfully, of course.”

“Right,” Price smirked, slapping a hand on Gaz’ shoulder, “stay sharp, Gaz.”

Thirty minutes before departure time, Price sat in one of the hotel armchairs, helping himself to a cool glass of Scotch. Of course it wasn’t even close to being as good as his regular, but it would definitely be better than the drinks they’d be serving at the sketchy club he was heading to.

Instead of wearing his usual uniform, he had changed into something a bit more colloquial, a simple pair of jeans and a gray tee underneath his bomber. A beanie had replaced his trusty bucket hat. Sighing, he flicked his wrist to look at the time before his eyes shot to your door for what felt like the 10th time in 20 minutes. What was taking you so long, he thought. He had massively underestimated what went into making you look presentable, that much was apparent.

Finally, he heard your door open before the clacking of your heels on the hardwood. John felt his mouth go dry as his gaze climbed up your long legs, up to the short hemline of your skimpy reflective dress, over the canyon of your breasts -- no bra to be seen, until finally settling on your sultry gaze. He could feel his face become harder, his lips parted in awe.

“You look strapping, Cap,” you smiled.

Price gulped and tried to put on the best smile to hide his nerves. Nerves? He would’ve scoffed at the idea, but it would be a lie that he wasn’t seduced by the pure image of you. The way the dress hugged every curve, the way your skin glistened in the light, the subtle makeup on your eyelids that made your eyes pop even more than John thought possible. A goddess stood in front of him, and he hardly felt worthy.

“You look…stunning, love,” Price said.

You felt your stomach twist in a knot as you quickly averted your gaze. Love, a term of endearment, but from a friend. A superior. Your boss. Of course your Captain’s attractiveness was not lost on you, spending nights hot and out of breath as your sheets clung to your sweat body, one hand clamped over your mouth and the other slid between your legs. The image of your Captain’s bruising grip holding tightly on your hips while he-

“Should we head out then?” Price snapped you out of your thoughts as he stood to his feet.

You nodded in an attempt to be stoic and focused on the mission, despite the pure filth going on in her head, and between your legs. Price gestured for you to go first through the door, where he then realized the dress exposed the entirety of your back. He noted how your shoulder blades peaked from your skin, how the line of your back ran all the way down to the plump of your ass. Price nearly had to slap himself to get himself to stop looking, a near impossible feat. Get it together, idiot, he thought.

The ride to the club was quiet, both you and Price keeping your attention to anything and everything passing by as Gaz drove. Your leg crossed one over the other, you leaned your chin on your palm, your expression showing boredom. Gaz looked into the rearview toward your relaxed figure.

“You clean up pretty nice,” he said jokingly.

You smirked, playfully kicking his seat, “eyes on the road, casanova.”

Gaz chuckled before throwing his hands up in defeat, “just stating the obvious. Oh, you don’t look too bad yourself, Captain.”

Price rolled his eyes, looking at his watch again, “anyway, you know your positions. Gaz, keep an eye to see if any of our targets come in the vicinity. Kit and I will make our way in and locate the weapon-”

“And make our grand escape into the sunset. Mission accomplished,” you looked to him with a comforting smile, “don’t worry Cap, this will be a cake walk.”

Price sighed almost in relief as he stared into eyes. You often had the tendency to be optimistic, sometimes to a fault, but it helped with the nerves. Something Price had a feeling you knew well.

Finally the car came to a slow around the corner of the club, eventually coming to a stop underneath a street lamp.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Gaz said, twisting to look back at you two, “good luck in there, try not to die.”

“And prolong my amazing funeral? Wouldn’t dream of it,” you clapped Gaz on the shoulder before stepping out, Price following you out.

Gaz didn’t wait, immediately pulling off to dump the car in an unmarked alleyway before making his way to his rooftop position. The chill of the night air sent gooseflesh over your arms as you stood next to Price. You blinked in shock as he held out his arm to you, looking up at him. John gave you a small smile.

“Better make it look believable, right?” He said.

You smiled before snaking your arm in between his, maybe a little too eagerly.

“Who knew you were such a gentleman,” you smiled.

“Of course, you think I’m some sorry sod who doesn’t know how to treat a fine woman like you?” He said, “fine” slipping out before he could do anything about it.

This slip wasn’t lost on you, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

“You’re right, that's more of Gaz’s deal isn’t it,” you smirked.

“I can hear you, you know that right?” Gaz sounded unimpressed over the earpiece.

“Just checking if the ear piece was working,” you said coyly. 

“Right,” Gaz said.

The two of you turned the corner, making your way to the growing line outside the club door. The building itself wasn’t anything to write home about, but the growing line waiting outside the door was enough to prove otherwise. By looking at the serious demeanor of the bouncer, who was obviously armed, you knew your were going to play this up a bit more. A sultry smile grew on your glossed lips, pulling gently on Price’s arm to bring him to your level. You pressed yourself closer to his side, molding into him. To anyone else, you were a young couple completely infatuated with each other, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“He’s armed,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear.

Price went rigid feeling your sudden warmth, one of your arms wrapped his arm, the other on his chest. He quickly had to refocus, realizing the weight in your words as he looked over the bouncer at the door.

“Got it,” his voice rumbled.

It wasn't long before the two of you reached the door and the bouncer held up his hand.

“トラを食べちゃう車ってなぁに？” the large man said deeply.

Without skipping a beat, you answered, “トラック.”

The man nodded and stepped aside, letting the two of you pass by, his stoic gaze never leaving Price until they passed through the door. They walked down a short hallway that vibrated with the music until they reached the main floor. The place was packed wall to wall, on the dance floor and the terrace above where the bar was located. Price’s eyes squinted at the violent flashing lights as he looked over the room. You still had a grip on his arm. He leaned down your ear.

“How’d you know how to get in?” Price said.

You shrugged, “it’s an old riddle, my grandma taught to us as a kid.”

Price nodded, “alright, let’s split up. Keep an eye out for anything interesting, stay frosty.”

“Copy that,” with that you released his arm, much to his disappointment.

You turned and looked over your shoulder with a grin, “and loosen up, old man! You’ll blow our cover before we ever get the chance!”

Price nearly choked on his breath, “not so loud!”

You waved dismissively over your shoulder, “no one can hear us, it’s too loud!”

You continued your way down to the dance floor, your heartbeat picking up as you sunk into the waves of dancing bodies lost in the music. Yes, you were on a mission, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a bit of fun, right? Letting yourself be taken by the beats shaking the ground underneath your heels, you began to sway your hips. No one could wipe the smile away from your lips if they tried. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually went dancing, it had been way too long, forgetting how releasing it could be. The months of rough missions and being shot at had even your light-hearted jokes coming on a bit thick. So yes, you needed this. You need a release.

You ran your hands over your curves, swaying foot to foot, your hips in circles. In the same moment, you could feel eyes on you, and you knew damn well who it was. Price found you so easily in that crowd. He leaned over the railing, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he looked down at you from the terrace. His eyes never left your form, noting every way your body rolled, watching as your growing sweat began to glisten across your skin. God, you were perfect, and you knew it which made you all the more dangerous to him. A forbidden fruit.

Now, now you are going to put on a show. It was just too easy and too tempting not to. Maybe it would’ve landed you in a world of hurt later, but for now, you were going to wring every drop out of this moment. You flipped hair, your hands moving to hold your neck as you swing your hips in a circle, rolling your body in waves. You look up at Price, that smug grin never leaving.

“You little minx,” Price mumbled, taking a deep swig of his whiskey.

You had to have known what you were doing to him, this little game you were playing was slowly unraveling his resolve with each move. Not even a second later, you feel hands smooth over your waist and the warmth of someone behind you. You immediately tear your eyes away from Price and look at the man behind you.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, stranger,” the man said into your ear.

You didn’t slip, laying on the bimbo act on thick, “I’m from out of town, heard this place was a must see. Can’t see why though, am I missing something?”

The man chuckled, twirling you around before holding you tight to his chest shown brazenly through his unbuttoned shirt.

“You made it just in time for the grand finale,” the man said, his hand sliding down to your ass before squeezing.

It took everything in you to not slice his hand off right then and there, hiding your maliciousness behind a close-lipped smile.

“Oh, is that so?” You say.

The music began to reach its peak, the crowd becoming rowdier by the second. It felt like the dance floor had become even more packed, people closing you in completely. You looked over the man’s shoulder and up to Price, your gaze saying it all. Something was about to go down.

“Everyone’s storming the floor -- Kit time to go,” Price said to the ear piece to no response, “Kit, you read?”

But you couldn’t hear him over the loudness of the music shaking your bones. The air felt thinner and the heat was nearly unbearable when your dancing partner suddenly pulled you even closer to him to whisper in your ear.

“Here it comes, don’t waste a single drop,” he snickered.

Your eyes narrowed in confusion before hearing a large pop. Your head shot up to the blinding light above, seeing confetti raining down. But it wasn’t just confetti, there was a fine dust that glittered in the light and completely dominated what little air there was. The man took in a deep whiff, letting out a groan before sticking out his tongue. Before you could turn away, the cloud was upon you, blinding you while the room erupted into cheers. You shoved the man away from you, not that he seemed to mind, his attention drawn to the showering cloud of powder above.

Price instantly lept into action, abandoning his drink at a nearby table and shoving past the troves of people to get to you. You coughed and stumbled through the bodies, bumping into everyone as you passed, desperately rubbing the powder from your eyes to the best of your ability.

“John, s-shit, J-John!” You shouted in panic, hands over your eyes.

Soon enough you felt his warm hands take you by your arms.

“I’m here, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he said.

He guided away from the floor and you followed blindly. You could feel the two of you pushing through, John not even bothering with manners until you could hear the opening of a door. You stumbled through and John hurriedly locked it behind you. You swayed, letting out a groan as you felt a throbbing headache coming on. You outstretched your arms, your hands laid flat against the walls casing you in.

“Fuck, I can’t see,” you whimpered, keeping your eyes squinted.

Without as much as a word, John turned you around and forced you to sit on what you assumed was the toilet.

“Here, lean back,” Price said, his voice laced with worry.

You did as he said, leaning back far enough that your back was supported by the sink basin attached to the tank. You could feel John’s hulking frame lean over you, adding his own heat to your unbearable temperature, turning on the faucet. Gently, he took your locks and laid underneath the cool water. You couldn’t quite place it, but you felt like your skin was crawling. Was it always like that? Your blood must have been boiling in your veins, centralizing lower, causing you to clench your thighs together. This feeling, it couldn’t be…

Your head began to turn into mush, you hadn’t even realized your tight grip on John’s shirt.

“Hold on, Kit, stay with me,” John’s voice sounded too good right, too good.

You flinched as he gently poured water over your closed eyes, the liquid feeling as if it was evaporating off your skin instantly. The world sounded underwater, like this small room was all that was left in the world. Leaving only you and John. You couldn’t hear Gaz calling over the earpiece, it having fallen out of your ear in your scuffle through the crowd, but John was talking to him.

That powder, it tasted sweet like sugar and coated everything. Everyone seemed to have been expecting it, everyone except you two. Shit, it all made sense.

“F-fuck, John, the weapon,” you gritted out, “that’s what it was. It’s some kind of, s-shit, I don’t know - an aphrodisiac, maybe? Fuck it’s so hot.”

John’s eyes widened in shock and realization. You groaned, cracking your eyes open to look up at him. If you didn’t think he was a giant (compared to you) you definitely thought so now seeing him in such a cramped space. He looked over you with that piercing blue gaze, the one that sent fear into the heart of many, but now only set you ablaze. Your gaze spilled over him, over his well-kept beard and mustache -- how desperately you wanted to ride them.

You clenched your legs tighter, trying but obviously failing to hang on to any ounce of sanity. He was your Captain. The man that made sure the job got done and that everyone came back. That’s all it was supposed to be. But you knew damn well it hadn’t just been that for a long time. You found yourself staring at the man for longer, sometimes he’d catch you and return a smile. That damned smile gifted by the mischievous gods themselves, sent to destroy you. And gods, it was working. Soon everything became engraved in your mind, the way his hips winded when he walked, the way he’d chew into his cigars when he was stressed. How he would bark orders to the time, watching them fall in line so easily, wishing, begging that he’d one day turn those orders on you and you alone. How you’d pray for them in your bed, your fingers desperately rubbing circles on your overstimulated clit in hopes of even coming close to what impossible pleasure he’d give you.

All such feelings were just that, feelings, and thus had no room in the real world. But now, such feelings roared like a furnace in your belly and you feared they’d overflow.

“I’ve really fucked us, didn’t I, Captain?” You said, your voice weak.

John couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, leaning closer to look into your blown eyes. He gently tilted your head to get a better look at you.

“Kit, report,” he said gently.

You didn’t respond, your words tangled in bliss. John frowned, running a thumb over your plump lips.

“Come on, stay with me,” he whispered.

Your brow furrowed and you gulped, your mouth a desert.

“I-It’s…hot, so hot, I feel like I’m hot spring on top of fucking volcano,” your words slurred, “my head feels light, I can’t think straight…and my heart, it’s beating so fast. It hurts, John…”

John frowned, finding the odds even worse than he thought. In only a few moments, you wouldn’t be able to move let alone respond if he didn’t do something. He felt his heart in his throat. If you died on his watch, right in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He knew then, he felt more for you than a superior should ever feel. He now understood the anxiety he felt when he’d send on missions without him, and the immeasurable relief you brought when you came back to him. How he’d crack a smile at your bad jokes, so bad that they could even make Ghost chuckle. Remembering your divine image when you’d come out of a training session, covered in sweat to the point that it soaked through that little tank you called a shirt, eyeing how it clings to you, showing him everything but not enough at the same time.

John felt his mouth run dry as he pressed the earpiece.

“Gaz, keep an eye on the perimeter,” John said gruffly, “going dark.”

He didn’t even wait for Gaz to answer before dropping the earpiece and stomping it underneath his boot. John looked over your limp body, hunger clawing at him as he took in every inch of you.

“Kit, I need you to listen to me,” he said, both hands cradling your face.

You tried your best to give him your attention but you were slipping by the second.

“I need you to tell me you want this,” he said, still trying to find restraint. “Or else tell me to stop this and I will.”

You didn’t think your heart could beat any faster than it did but you couldn’t put it past John. All sense of restraint snapped like a twig. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him close until your lips clashed together. Teeth clashed as you held him tight. You expected him to push you away, you expected to have read the situation wrong, but you didn’t. He didn’t.

John nearly lost it when you moaned needily into the kiss. He tried his best not to crush you under his weight, one hand supporting himself against the wall behind you, the other tangling in your damp hair, pulling you impossibly closer. You kept your hands busy too, sliding down to his shirt and belt, yanking at the fabric. By the time the two of you separated, John was out of breath as he looked down at you with an unquenchable thirst.

“I want you to know,” his words rumbled in his chest, “if I could, I’d take you out to dinner, get you flowers, I wouldn’t, I mean-”

You giggled, “I know, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do all that later.”

John smiled, his hands squeezing under your thighs before hauling you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. The wall felt like ice against your back, but he felt like fire against you. His warm hands slither up your thighs and under dress, fingers curling around the band of your thong.

John groaned, “what you do to me…”

His fingers moved the fabric clothing your heat, swiping up the slit and gathering your juices on his fingertips. 

“God, how are you this wet already?” He mumbled against your lips.

You could only answer  with a strangled mewl as he slid two fingers inside with ease. Working them, you struggled to contain your moans as his thumb circled your clit relentlessly.  Your vision was blurring by the second as you clawed at his shirt, moaning into his neck. You squealed, feeling John add another finger and when he curled them, spots of your vision completely disappeared.

“S-shit, John, right there, g-god!” You gasped.

John pumped his fingers faster, his mouth covering yours as an attempt to quiet you despite craving to hear you more. He watched as you fell apart in front of him, and he hungered for more. He kept his pace until your eyes flitted to the back of your head, your legs shaking around him. You came violently around his fingers, clawing at John’s muscular arms as he continued to pump them into your sensitive cunt. He only slowed when your fingers wrapped around his wrist, causing him to look up into you fucked out gaze.

Your eyes said it all. Your lips were parted and glossy with his and your own saliva.

“John, please…” you whispered airlessly.

He didn’t hold back, letting your legs fall as you tried your best to lean into the wall so as not to fall. He pulled hastily at his leather belt, peeling back the layers until he cock was finally free. You felt your mouth water seeing it slap up against his abdomen, its head red and angry. John stroked it a few times, squeezing the tip tightly. He took your left thigh, propping your heel on the toilet, spreading you and slipping between your legs. Now you could truly feel all of him. You slithered your fingers underneath John’s shirt, lifting it up to his firm pecs that you more than once caught yourself staring at during workout. Your hands felt so hot against him, he wanted more, needed more. His steely blue eyes connected with yours, looking for any hesitance, anything that would call him off. 

 “Tell me to stop,” his accent sounded rough, showing how much he was actually holding back. “Tell me-”

 You silenced him with a kiss, softer and gentler than the last. This was true, a promise. You broke from him and smiled warmly.

 “You are all I want,” you whispered.

 John groaned, swiping his tip along your slit, pulling a moan from you before knocking the air out of you as he began to sink into you. He was big, the was obvious. The tip alone made you stretch uncomfortably but you craved it, longed for it. He was being careful, your cautious captain. You could see it in his face, his brow scrunched up as he sunk further and further until he reached the hilt. Your mouth hung open in pleasure, your brow knitted.

 He waited for a moment before gently thrusting, kissing your velvety walls. You let out mewls, your fingers clawing against his arms.

 “J-John,” you whimpered.

 “Yea love?” he said, his words beginning to slur from the pleasure.

 “It’s okay,” you smiled, “let go.”

 John’s eyes widened a centimeter, fully blown. By a flip of a switch, he wrapped your wrists with a single hand and pinned them above you. His lips found sanctuary in your shoulder and neck, leaving smoldering kisses. His hips snapped against you and breath-taking pace, hitting deep with each thrust. You felt your mind fully melt, stars blinding your vision.

 “F-fuck, how are you this tight, love?” He groaned against your ear.

 All you could now was whimper pathetically in response, your hands clawing at his back as he ravished you over and over. Both your slick stuck to his abdomen and your thighs, his balls slapping against you every time he’d bury his cock into your cunt. You couldn’t control your moans, and John wouldn’t have wanted you to. He as lost in them as you were, groaning into your ear.

 The way he pounded into you, kissing your cervix, it was no wonder how you were so quickly returned to the edge. Your felt your stomach tighten as slapped your hands against his chest as another orgasm came over you in a unforgiving wave. You were dripping now, juices beginning to pool at your feet.

 For a moment you thought John had relented, letting out a pitiful whine as he pulled out of your puffy cunt. This thought was dashed when he dragged you over to the sink, your hands holding yourself up against the porcelain. John ruffled your dress over your ass, slapping a hand against it before tightly squeezing.

 “Look at you, you’re a sight,” John mumbled, “it was pure torture watching you out there. Almost like this was what you’ve always wanted. Needed a good fuck, didn’t you Kit?”

 You let out a moan, feeling John slide a hand up your back to tangle into your locks before pulling. You looked up lazily into the reflection, finding him staring back at you.

 “Answer me, soldier,” he said, a smug smirk on his lips.

 In any other circumstance you would want to whip that prideful smirk off his face, but right now all you wanted to do was worship him.

 “Yes, sir.”

 You let out a moan as he slid back into you so easily, falling back into his brutal pace. Your head rocked back as you bit you lip, your eyes rolling to the back your head. He kissed your sweet spot repeatedly, bruising it but you loved it. God you loved it.

 “Good fucking girl,” he cursed, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips, “doing so well for me.”

 You yelped as he picked up the pace, something you didn’t think was possible. John watched with pride as your ass slapped against his thighs with ever thrust, echoing against the concrete walls along with the pornstar moans he was dragging out of you so easily. He could feel your walls tightening around him as he rammed your womb, inching him closer to his climax.

 “Where do you want it, love?” He said, his breath labored.

 You didn’t even think, your mouth did all the work.

 “F-fuck, fuck cum, cum inside me- fuck, John!” You cried.

 “Fuuck, love, you’re dangerous,” John groaned, his grip on your waist tightening, his head dipped to your back.

 His breaths left his lungs in huffs each thrust, matching your moans until you both unraveled like paper dolls. You let out a long moan, feeling his seed paint your womb and warm you from the inside out.

 The two of you refused to move, both gasping for air. It wasn’t until his soft dick was forced out by your tight cunt did John look up into the mirror.

 “You alright, love?” He said.

 All you could do was nod, still trying to catch your breath. John stood straight, hands gently rubbing your back as he looked down at the mess he made of you. His seed dripped out lazily from you and before he could even think, he took his index, catching some before stuffing it back in. You let out a small whimper, looking over your shoulder to him.

 “Can’t waste a drop, love,” he said with a tired smirk.

 You shakily pushed yourself off the sink, your dress falling back over thighs. Legs feeling like jello, you stumbled to sit down on the toilet. You hung your head as you tried your best to catch your breath. Much to your dismay, the high began to subside and the regret began to set in.

 As if sensing your anxiety, John gently cradled your face, guiding you to look up at him. He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away with a smile.

 “I meant what I said,” he said. “I want to take you out. Somewhere you nice. Treat you like you deserve, that is, if you’ll have me?”

 You looked up at him in disbelief before grinning, “I’ll go anywhere you are, Captain.”

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*leaps into escape vehicle*: I REGRET NOTHING!!

help me out a please reblog and like, thank you!!

[birdythebirdthing]

What if [Name] was K.I.A? and tf141 reaction, and poly relationship between the tf141 and [name]

fic:

[Name] had been missing on a mission for over a month It was an alone mission, which [name] had gone. [Name] had his own team which his team worried and the tf141 to cause [Name] was like soap warming everyone up, and [Name] was in poly relationship with the tf141.

[Name]'s team and teammates are Marc, Declen, Ace and Liam.

[Name]'s team had been stressing out because their leader was missing on an alone mission. "why does this idiot can go alone on a fucking mission?" Ace spoke.

"He is always like this.." Liam told. "Going on an alone mission because he thinks we could get injured" Marc said.

"Look, guys, I knew the truth why [Name] does some alone mission without our help. I found his.. dairy." Declan said, flipping through [name]'s dairy.

The three looked at him, wondering what the reason was.

"It's better for a leader to suffer alone than to see his teammates suffer with him."

"Oh.. he really doesn't like seeing us suffer? that's the truth." Ace spoke.

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With TF141.

Everyone in the tf141 was sad, or worried. Price had been trying to locate [Name]'s whereabouts.

And Soap was on a call to Ace, talking about what had [name] written in his diary.

The day went sad, and boring without [Name] cause he always pulls up pranks like soap.

Ghost was in his room, seeing the picture in the frame [Name] , soap and him

Gaz was also in his room hugging a pushie which [Name] had given as a small gift for success in a dangerous mission.

[ghoulystay]

Interrogation gone wrong.

König and Y/N story.

Short story.

Mature themes.

18 and over.

Female reader.

"I didn't do anything!"

The whole team. Everyone was led to believe that you were the traitor. You were being tortured brutally. Unfortunately, there had been suspicions that someone was a spy for the enemy. The only hint that was given away was that the "mole" was a woman. There were a few women within TF141, you being one of them. One thing for sure, though, it wasn't you, but all the men were on edge.

Unfortunately, luck was not on your side one day. Apparently, another female from the team was telling everyone that she suspected you. She never liked you, since the beginning she hated you only because König wanted you and she wanted König but he turned her down. His eyes were always on you, and he was madly in love with you. She hated that. She hated the fact that König rejected her. She was known to get around, but König saw through her bullshit.

"Y/N, come with us." Captain Price ordered. You were led to a building on base that you knew too well. It was a place where hostages and bad guys were taken to get answers. "Answers, meaning getting the shit beat out of you.

Once in the room. You were ordered to sit on the only chair that sat in the middle of the room. Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and König were all there. You feel yourself breaking inside once you see him standing there looking at you. You can see it in his eyes. He's hurt. He wants to save you. But he can't.

Price begins with questions. You deny everything. Ghost was the one ordered to torture you. Soap and König watching in disbelief. Your screams echo throughout the room, but you never broke.

"Come on y/n! Tell us who you work for, and it'll all be over!" Price continued to rant on. And your answers were always the same. "I'm..not..a..fucking spy.."

König couldn't stand watching you like this. He's about to break. He's already seeing red. Soap noticed König getting angry. "I'm sorry, mate. It has to be done." Soap tells König. That only pist König off more. He turns to face Soap. "Fuck you, MacTavish."

You were bloody and exhausted. You had taken some heavy beatings. It had been 3 hours at this point. Price and Ghost are already frustrated. Soap, making sure König doesn't do anything stupid. Everyone's feelings are all over the place.

Suddenly, Keegan barges in through the door. "Sir, it's not y/n. It's (girls' name)." Not to your surprise that it was the hating slut who hates you for being with König. Everyone looks surprised. "She's in the room down the hall, sir." Ghost and Soap follow Keegan out. Price and König stay back, König immediately breaks you free from the cuffs on your wrists. He helps you stand and holds you. "I'm sorry about all this y/n." Price says. He leaves you and König as he makes his way to the room where the other woman is for the next interrogation.

König decided to carry you out. He didn't want you to walk. "I got you, my Schatz."

[trtlebuns]

Get Back Here

Prompt - He realised the child had seen him and he couldn't let him get away

Tags: Price, AFAB, Children, Fluff, Comedy

It was 3am…

Price had promised that he wouldn’t be out too late but here he is trying to not make any noise to wake either you and his 15 year old son up.

“Shit” Price whispered angrily to himself as the door creaked loudly trying to open it

“Needs some fucking WD40” He said while fully stepping inside and slowly and carefully closing the door while checking his surroundings

Slipping off his shoes and coat to not place any tracks on the tile floor

“Alright” Price mumbled to himself as he walks through the house and passes the kitchen

But something caught his eye

A fresh batch of cookies in a container sitting on the counter

Who was he to deny a fresh baked cookie?

Who is ANYONE to deny- ok

He simple turnt on his heel and made his way to the cookies

“Hey…you come here often? I haven’t seen you around and you look pretty..delectable” Price said sweet nothings to the container as he opened it and indulged in about 3 cookies

“Y/n you really put your foot in this, damn” Price was about to reach for another one, but he felt eyes on him

A quick turn of the head

Your son sees him

Price sees his son

Your son sees him

Price sees his son

Your son sees him

Prices sees his son

Instantly your son dashes to your room, knowing that you told him:

“If your dad comes home late, come wake me up. I got an earful for that man, okay?”

“Get your ass back here” Price huffed out while chasing his son

“You’re in so much trouble old man” Your son laughed while reaching the door to your bedroom

“Don’t!” Price pleaded while trying to reaching out to grab your sons shirt to stop him from opening the bedroom door

But he was far too slow

“MOM!” Your son barged in your room, to see you already up, sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed and arms folded over your chest

“He’s late” your son huffed out while smiling

“Thank you my sweet sweet son, you can go back to living your life” you say while getting up

“Anytime mom” your son leaves and sticks his tongue out at price while he passes him to go back to his room

“Price~” You sung out while leaning on your bedroom door into the dark hallway

“I know you’re there~” you continued

“John.” You deadpanned

Instantly price comes out from the shadows with his boots and coat in hand, looking guilty as ever

“Baby-“ Price tried to plead

“Don’t baby me, get yo ass in here” you said while moving out the way to make room for price to walk in

Price slowly walks in and you close the door behind you

“NOW WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT COMING INTO MY HOUSE LATE AT NIGHT LIKE YOU AINT GOT NO TYPE OF SENSE” you yelled out

“Y/n-“ Price tried to talk but was cut out

“NO!” You continued to tell price about himself

The Next Door Neighbors

“Seems like we had captain out too late again” Ghost says as he hears you yelling at price

“DONT GET FUCKED UP JOHN!” Alejandro faintly heard while walking towards his bedroom chuckling

“You owe me $5 bucks” Soap says to ghost while he listened to you telling John about himself

“AND YO TEAM CAN GET FUCKED UP TOO I DONT CARE” Everyone heard you and chuckled to themselves, even your son.

[mlmxreader]

I Want My Partner Back | 141 x gn!reader, John Price x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hey! It's been a while, hope you're doing okay!

Saw your prompts and wondered if I could ask for “I’m sick of pretending, of fucking bottling everything up” With the 141 please? ( if possible not too much angst bc I'm a mess rn)

Thanks have a nice evening and stay hydrated! - @chubbyboyinflannel ❞

: ̗̀➛ There's something different about the Corporal, there's something... broken about them.

: ̗̀➛ trauma disorder symptoms, swearing, smoking

: ̗̀➛ when it comes to 141 or Los Vaqueros x reader, I will just choose one character from the bunch, btw.

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It had a very different name a hundred years ago, even seventy years ago it had a different name. Its name was always changing, never constant. Yet even though it could have been called a million different things, everyone always knew what it meant.

As the one who spent most time with you, Gaz was the first to notice; the long, unfocused and hazy stare. The flinching at certain sounds. The shaking hands. He noticed the subtle signs, like how you would spend a lot longer than usual in the bathroom and you would randomly break out in a sweat.

Of course, as your friend, Gaz wanted to ask you what was wrong, but as your Sergeant, he couldn’t. He knew what it would mean if he did, and he knew you would hate him forever. Powerless, Gaz only kept a diary to himself about it, noting down the different signs.

As the one you shared a dorm with, Simon noticed the biggest signs. The screaming in the middle of the night. The lack of sleep. The night terrors. He noticed the nightmares and how you would refuse to sleep after them. He noticed the reluctance to obey curfew.

But just like Gaz, as your Lieutenant, he knew what it would mean to bring it up. So he didn’t. You would despise him, and you would hate him for it.

The worst was Price. He noticed everything. As your boyfriend, he noticed the unwillingness to touch him, to even hold his hand, and how you seemed scared of yourself. He noticed how you would stare off, hazy and unfocused, for seemingly a thousand yards.

He noticed everything, even how you flinched when he put pepper on any food containing pineapple. Unlike everyone else, Price could actually bring it up; as your superior officer, he could argue for you to stay on the frontlines like you wanted to, but he could also secure treatment.

But you never spoke about it. If anyone brought it up, there was always some excuse. Food poisoning for the extended bathroom usage. Just bad dreams for the nightmares, night terrors and reluctance to go to sleep - you just had to stop eating cheese before bed.

Too much caffeine for the shaking hands. Wearing too many layers for the sudden sweating. Just caught off-guard for the flinching. Just hated the smell for the pineapple and pepper. Headaches and cold hands for not wanting to hold your boyfriend’s hand.

Always some carefully curated excuse to avoid talking about the actual issue. It never ended. But only Price had the ability to actually do something.

It was almost curfew when he pulled you into his office, making you sit in the chair opposite his desk as he stood across from you, his hands planted firmly on the dark oak as he glared at you, his jaw clenched and worry in his awful blue eyes; he scowled, looking like he was about to burst into tears.

“Talk.”

You shook your head, lighting a cigarette despite the “no smoking” sign on the door; neither of you ever bothered to adhere to it anyway. “No.”

“Talk,” he commanded, hunching over slightly so you couldn’t look away from him. “I know you paid the price of a mile, talk. I’m not here as your fuckin’ boyfriend, I’m here as your fuckin’ Captain, Corporal.”

You glared at him, shaking your head again as you took a long drag. You sighed. “What do you wanna hear, Johnny? That I’m sick of pretending, of fucking bottling everything up? That I’m so fucked up that I can’t keep doing my job? Is that you want? Do you need me to fucking say it into a recorder?”

Price gritted his teeth. “Gaz is worried. And Simon.”

“Gaz is my friend,” you breathed out. “He’ll be fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “You can’t keep going on like this, you know that. You’re gonna break.”

“Do I look fucking broken to you now?” You growled out. “Do I look like a fucking vase?”

Price fell back into his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he sneered at you. “Not yet you don’t. But you know what comes next.”

“I’m not doing a fucking psych eval,” you spat out. “I’m fine.”

“Tell me about Sarajevo,” he told you. “Tell me about the shooting.”

“No.”

“You need to talk about this,” Price said sternly. “I can’t protect you and keep you here, if you’re not willin’ to help yourself, y’know.”

You could hear it getting worse, the emotion bubbling up in his throat and forcing out that Scouse accent he did his best to hide from the others; you wanted to smile, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You used to love hearing his natural accent. Not today.

“I don’t want help,” you explained, “and I don’t want my fucking boyfriend to be sitting here interrogating me, either.”

Price huffed, dropping it as he lit a cigarette for himself and took a long drag. “Fine, you don’t wanna talk? Don’t. But when you get dishonourably discharged, I won’t be able to argue against it and try and fight your corner.”

“I don’t get why you care so much,” you admitted. “It’s not like it’s gonna fucking impact what we do. We get blood on our hands so the world stays clean, ain’t that what you always say?”

“Yeah.”

“So why does the blood on my hands differ to the blood on Gaz’s?”

“Because he’s not screaming in the middle of the night,” he started, “he’s not got a thousand yard stare, or suddenly dropping and commanding everyone to find high ground when he smells pineapple and pepper.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s somethin’,” Price told you. “And t’tell the truth, I’m real fuckin’ worried, la. I’m not worried ‘bout you ‘cause I’m your Captain, I’m worried ‘cause… ‘cause I want me partner back. I want you back.”

“So what do you suggest?” You asked quietly.

“Once a week,” he started, “me an’ you, we’ll get you to see a therapist, yeah?”

You clenched your jaw. “You promise you’ll come with me every time?”

Price nodded. “Every time. As long as you want me there, I’ll be there.”

You huffed, but decided to take his offer. “Fine, you got a deal, Johnny.”

[zeldynymph]

"Desperate Touch..."

This was one of my Kinktober entries I made for a bot, but I decided to complete the story instead of leaving it on a cliff-hanger :)

Captain John Price, a man whose very name commanded unwavering respect, had dedicated the majority of his illustrious career to covert warfare. His journey was riddled with perilous moments: being riddled with bullets, enduring captivity, surviving explosive blasts, enduring incarceration, enduring torture, and even being left for dead.

Through these harrowing ordeals, there was a singular constant that consistently defied the odds, saving his life - the simple yet potent allure of tobacco, embodied by his cherished cigars.

John's penchant for cigars was nothing short of miraculous, given the sheer quantity he consumed. If it weren't for the limits of the human form, he might have tried smoking himself. His team often pondered the exorbitant monthly expenditure he must have been incurring on his cigar habit, but they never dared to question him.

He'd been repeatedly urged to quit smoking and seek alternative pleasures. However, his response remained unerringly consistent - a wry, smartass retort that hinted at the indomitable spirit of a man who'd seen it all.

"Until I become old, incompetent and can't even wipe my own arse, the Cigars are staying..."

However, there was one person for whom he contemplated breaking his entrenched habits, a person whose very name could quicken his heartbeat: YN.

The thought of making her his for a lifetime, of slipping a ring on her finger, consumed his thoughts. They'd shared kisses, dates, and passionate encounters, despite having known each other since their early days in the military, yet they'd never made their connection official.

At nearly 40, an age often associated with beekeeping rather than such fervent desires, he marvelled at how one woman held the power to turn his legs into jelly and summon a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. YN was a magnificent concoction of beauty, danger, charm, love, and care, all wrapped into one.

In the quiet recesses of his mind, he'd often daydreamed about the tantalising sensation of her body pressed against his, her supple breasts against his chiselled chest, her firm curves fitting perfectly into his grasp. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine, rendering him nearly unhinged.

YN was tantalisingly close, yet tantalisingly out of reach. He yearned for her in more ways than one, both physically and emotionally, as his heart ached to claim her as his own.

For now, lacking the courage to confess his unwavering infatuation, he remained a silent guardian, a hidden admirer, watching over her from a distance, willing his moment of revelation to arrive.

Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, coating everything in a thick, soothing layer of water. The weather was nothing short of perfect, a balm for John's soul, casting aside the constant conflicts that plagued him.

He paid no mind to the fact that his clothes were thoroughly drenched, realising that wringing out his shirt could have filled the River Nile with the water that would pour forth.

In that moment, he was utterly self-absorbed, wholly immersed in the company of his beloved cigar and the intoxicating thoughts of YN that danced through his mind.

With a soft sigh, he reached up to graze his bearded chin, a freshly lit cigar resting comfortably between his forefinger and middle finger, as the rain continued to serenade him. "What I wouldn't give to dance with her in this downpour..."He placed the cigar between his lips, delicately nibbling on the leaf's tip before drawing a rich, molasses-flavoured puff that waltzed upon his taste buds. The exhaled smoke swirled into the rain, creating a mesmerising choreography with the cascading water from the heavens.

But as thoughts of YN flooded his mind, his heart raced with desire. He envisioned her dancing with unbridled joy in the rain, twirling gracefully, expertly evading each falling droplet. The image of her shirt, rendered translucent by the deluge, revealed a glimpse of her bare breasts.

The mere memory ignited a powerful surge of arousal within him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hand instinctively descending to caress his own desire, a rush of heat coursing through his loins.

Taking another drag from his cigar, his fingers tightened around his burgeoning passion, exhaling the smoke in a deep, sensuous sigh. The magnetic allure of YN was astonishing, and she remained blissfully unaware of the profound effect she had on John.

"Figured I'd find you out here..."John cleared his throat, taken aback by the delightful surprise of YN's sudden presence. His eyes, brimming with desire, fixated upon her as if she were a mesmerising vision.

With a gentle smile, he extended his hand, offering her his cigar as a silent invitation to share in this intimate moment. "You look like shit..."

YN's laughter was a delightful melody that resonated in John's ears, filling the moment with warmth and shared intimacy. His eyes were transfixed on her as she gracefully brought the cigar to her lips, drawing in a slow, lingering puff before releasing it with a contented smile.

"I feel like it... One hundred letters of apology I've just had to write out. When will the war stop..."

John's smile was brimming with empathy as he extended his hand to accept the cigar that YN graciously returned. He placed it between his lips, savouring the subtle taste of YN's lipstick as he took a thoughtful puff.

Reaching out, he gently stroked YN's arm in a reassuring gesture, his lips curving into a warm smile beneath his lush beard and moustache, wordlessly expressing the profound connection they shared.

"It happens, my darlin'... The world is well and truly fucked..."

John observed as YN gracefully descended the wall, perching herself upon the damp concrete below. Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, she delicately plucked one from the bundle, placing it between her lips in an attempt to ignite it. Unfortunately, her lighter was devoid of fuel, merely emitting a few feeble sparks.

Amused by the situation, John couldn't help but laugh, joining her on the wet concrete without a care for his already soaked attire. He fished his lighter from the confines of his jacket pocket and leaned in to ignite YN's cigarette, lending her a helping hand.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, John...""Not much, My darlin'.."

YN's laughter was a melodic accompaniment to the moment as she nestled her head against John's shoulder, casually flicking the burnt end of her cigarette away. Her eyes moved appreciatively over his form, observing John's subtle attempt to shift his legs to conceal the growing desire in his pants, a testament to her close proximity and the sensual thoughts that swirled through his mind.

A knowing smile curved on YN's lips as she extinguished her cigarette in a nearby puddle, relishing the soft sizzling sound that filled the air. With a boldness that was uniquely hers, she reached up and plucked John's cigar from his mouth, placing it between her own lips and taking an indulgent drag.

Grasping the cigar firmly between her fingers, she brought her lips to his, exhaling the cigar's smoke into his mouth, a sensuous dance of shared desire. In the haze of the moment, it was John who broke away first, his eyes glazed with longing as he gazed at her.

In a voice heavy with desire, he finally spoke, his hands tenderly finding their way to caress YN's waist.

"You drive me fucking wild...I can't keep pushing it aside. I need your body against mine..."

As John's lips met YN's, the cigar slipped from her fingers, landing in a puddle with a satisfying sizzle. Despite the awareness of dropping a perfectly good cigar, in that fleeting moment, it seemed inconsequential. Right then, nothing mattered except the intensity of the connection. Besides, she thought, she could always make it up to him later.

"John, you're soaked.." 

"Just stop talking and kiss me..."

John's words carried more of a plea than a command, his body craving her touch with an undeniable yearning. The brush of her lips against his felt tantalizing but insufficient. He hungered for more, an insatiable need pulsating within him.

His grasp on YN's waist tightened as he effortlessly lifted her, placing her on his lap with a fluid motion. His lips embarked on a journey, tracing a path down from her chin to her jaw before settling on her neck.

Her delicate neck; oh, how sweet it was. John savoured the faint essence of her perfume lingering on her skin, tasting it as he felt the subtle rhythm of her pulse beneath. In that moment, she seemed more alive than ever before, a vibrant presence that stirred something profound within him.

Amidst the swirling emotions of lust, desire, and perhaps something deeper, John found himself consumed by an urgent need for YN. The necessity to feel the silkiness of her bare skin against his own overwhelmed him. The longing to hear her unrestrained moans and soft whimpers grew more intense by the second.

His lips traced a delicate path along YN's neck, his teeth grazing gently against her jugular. His tongue danced, tracing invisible paths along the velvety softness of her skin. And then, as if uncovering a hidden treasure, he discovered it; a tender spot nestled beneath her jaw. The mere touch there coaxed a sweet whimper from her lips, a sound that stirred something raw and primal within him.

"Fucking hell..."

John's words rumbled forth, a low growl escaping his lips, while his stomach somersaulted in a mixture of anticipation and desire. Watching YN tilt her head backward exposed more of her exquisite neck to his hungry gaze. Instinctively, he shifted his hips upward, the pulsating mass between his legs pressing against YN's crotch.

He yearned for YN to grasp the depth of his longing, to comprehend the impact she had on his every nerve. He needed her to understand the intensity of his desires, and what he yearned to share with her.

With a deliberate movement, his hands glided up beneath her shirt, tenderly caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. John drew his head back slightly, reluctantly parting his lips from her neck. His gaze fixated on her shirt, now translucent from the rain, revealing the allure of her black, lacy bra underneath.

"Oh, you little fucking tease..~"

In that moment, John's longing eclipsed any concern for onlookers. His desire to possess YN right there, amid the rain, burned with such an intensity that left no room for hesitation. He yearned to lose himself in her, to connect on a primal level, to feel body convulse and envelope him.

With an urgency that brooked no delay, John tore open YN's shirt, the delicate buttons surrendering to his fervour, scattering in all directions, unveiling her drenched and alluring chest.

His hands traversed the terrain of YN's thighs, a firm grip conveying his desire as he leaned closer to her chest. John's kisses rained down upon the apex of her breasts, gentle yet fervent, a fusion of affection and unbridled desire.

His teeth left tender imprints, marking YN in a possession that felt primal. Metaphorically, John embodied the wolf, and YN, the unwitting sheep drawn into his grasp.

His fingers ascended, teasingly pulling at the straps of her bra before swiftly dragging it down, forgoing any subtlety of unclasping. YN's breasts were liberated, prompting a soft, involuntary moan to escape her lips as the fabric caressed her nipples on its descent.

Instantly, John's lips enveloped her left nipple while his fingers deftly attended to the right, eliciting an immediate response from YN. She surrendered to an onslaught of pleasure, her body quivering with each sensation, a fiery yearning igniting between her legs.

The divine taste of her skin lingered on his tongue, sending an involuntary groan escaping past his lips. The sensation of her taut nipples against his mouth aroused an intense desire within him, prompting his hips to surge once more, pressing fervently against YN's core.

"God...you taste so fucking good..."

John withdrew from YN's nipple with a noticeable pop, a glistening trail of saliva lingering on his lips. He gazed up at her with eyes heavy with desire, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips.

His hand ventured down towards his belt, deftly unfastening it before swiftly pulling down the zipper, exposing the bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers. Observing YN's eyes tracing the movement of his hand, he awaited the moment her gaze fixed upon his cock.

Without delay, YN gracefully shifted from his lap, assuming a kneeling position before him. Her hands swiftly delved for the waistband of John's pants and boxers, deftly pulling them down. In an instant, John's erect cock was liberated, evoking a subtle moan from his parted lips.

His hand extended towards YN's, leading her fingers to encircle his shaft, a gentle smile gracing his features. Initially guiding her in a tender, rhythmic motion, he gradually released her hand, granting her the freedom to explore at her own pace.

"That's a good girl...Just like that.."

John's head arched backward in response to YN's accelerating touch, her hand moving with increased speed and pressure, gliding along the sensitive contours of his shaft. The sensation was nothing short of divine, her gentle fingers stroking him in an up-and-down motion, causing his legs to quiver with the sheer intensity of pleasure. Had YN not been there, he might have involuntarily reacted physically, so intense was the gratification coursing through him.

A deep, resonant moan echoed from deep within John, his eyes shuttering closed while his lips parted in a silent testament to the ecstasy he experienced. His grip on his thighs tightened, introducing a fleeting hint of pain that mingled seamlessly with the overwhelming pleasure.

Immersed in this state of bliss, John was momentarily unaware until the tantalizing touch of YN's lips enveloped his tip, an exhilarating rush surging through him. His hands found their way into YN's hair, gently guiding her as she bobbed rhythmically along his cock. This moment was an awakening, a revelation of bliss unlike any he had experienced before.

It took all of his strength not to force her head down and throat-fuck her. 

John's moans increased, heralding the imminent arrival of his release. His body tensed, a tightening sensation coiling in his abdomen, signalling the approaching climax.

Yet, the moment YN's tongue glided over his tip, all semblance of control shattered. His body convulsed involuntarily, his hands gripping YN's head gently yet firmly as he thrust into her mouth, releasing his hot cum within her and across her parted lips. Each undulation of his climax was met with breathy whimpers that escaped from parted lips.

As the waves of intensity subsided, his body slackened, chest heaving with the exertion of the moment. Releasing his hold on YN's head, he chuckled softly while observing her as she delicately licked away his seed from her lips. With tenderness, his hand extended, cupping her cheek in a gesture of affection.

"That's it love, don't waste a drop.."

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Happy Valentine's day Y/N 2.

Y/n x Pick your character.

You're not a huge fan of festivities, especially Valentine's day, but your best friend is more than ready to make you change your mind and maybe he's also ready to confess to you something you have been waiting for so long.

Ghost.

You and him have been friends since you were children, you've seen the worst and the best of Simon Riley and still you adore and support him, you are roommates now, but everybody would say you're more of a husband - wife relationship, you like that thought, you will not say that loud of course, Simon is at home for Valentine's, you welcomed him and put his laundry on the washer, he also brought a strange box with him, you don't like to ask, but you felt your curiosity taking control of your mouth.

- what's that box? Can I see?

- Sorry love, that's... Personal.

-oh... Well, it's okay, take a shower big boy, I'll go to the supermarket quickly! Do u need something?

- Will you bring me a bottle of...

- whiskey? got it, that's already on the shopping list, something else?

- you know me so well love, no, I think that's all, if you need help call me, alright?

- Yes Lt. I'll be right back!

You left the house wondering what that box was, Simon doesn't hide anything from you but this time it looks like he wants to keep a secret.

Ghost opened the box and started his mission, packed a lot of gifts, put some balloons around, oh this poor man doesn't know how to show affection, but his team gave him some ideas, he really wants you to know how he feels for you. He doesn't know how long it will take you your little trip to the supermarket but he tries to get ready as soon as possible.

You ran through the supermarket, you don't want to waste time when Simon is at home, you want to spend as much time as possible with him, you were putting your bags in your car when the sound of barking caught your attention, an old woman is selling puppies, you don't even know if that's still allowed but no one would judge you if you go to see the poor puppies, to your surprise there's just one «this is the last one» you heard the woman said, a little boy came to see it too, you were leaving until you heard the little boy talking to his mother. «Mom! Look! This puppy has a ghost face in his back!!! Can we take it with us?» «No honey, there's no space enough for puppies at home, let's go».

A ghost face in the back of the puppy? You looked at the dog carefully, indeed, there's a huge spot in the back that looks like a ghost, you remembered how much Simon wanted a dog a few months ago, the puppy looks perfect for him, also it's Valentine's day, friends can also surprise each other with presents, no?.

- How much for the dog?

- Do you want him? It's the last one... If you want it, take it for free.

- Oh! Really? Is there a problem with it or something?

- No, it's healthy, it has its vaccines and all, I just wanna go home, so do you want it or not?

You looked at the woman trying to find out if she was lying, after a moment you took the puppy in your arms, thanked the woman and went home.

- Simon! I'm home! I need help with the bags!

- Get it! I'll go in a minute.

He was nervous, he was watching himself in the mirror, everything looked nice, he smelled good and looked good, he had to admit he looked very handsome, he went to help and you were melting at the view, how this man can look so good all the time?.

- Si... Are you using perfume? You're not wearing sports clothes... Do you have a date or something?

- What? No, I just... took a shower, you told me to do it.

- oh yeah, sure, so... I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes, please!

- How will I help with the bags if I have to close my eyes?

- Forget about the bags! Please close your eyes!

He did and extended his arms, while you put the puppy in his arms, the puppy fell for Simon very quickly, he started to lick his finger.

- alright, open them!

- seriously?

You never saw him so excited for something, there he was, a perfect picture, Simon and... The still unnamed dog!

- Yes, do you like it? Consider it as a Valentine's gift! How would you like to name it?

- love, this is a wonderful present, thanks... And i don't know, we accept suggestions.

- I'm glad you liked it, it looks like he likes you too, and I was actually thinking about 'Riley' or 'ghost' since the spot In his back looks like your mask and your baklava...

He laughed, he was laughing, something that only you can do, he kept looking at the dog who was now trying to bite his fingers and then he looked at you, there's something different on his eyes, there's something else, a stranger spark.

- I think Riley is perfect. Y/N?

- Yes?

- I, I also have something for you, is... In the kitchen, Would you like to see it?

- Seriously? You didn't need to ask! Let's go!

You ran to the kitchen and the first thing you saw was a lot of balloons and small boxes and paper bags.

- What's all of this? All those are for me?

Simon put the dog on the floor to let it explore and walked to you.

- Yes, all are yours, I buy souvenirs or things that remind me of you every time I have a mission and write small notes to not forget why I bought it.

You started to open every box and bag and read every note «i saw this lipstick in the mall, I think it matches your skin tone» «these gloves reminded me of your small hands, it will keep them warm in my absence» «if you were a gem, I think you would be a sapphire» «I found it in the Market, maybe you will use it for your sketches» «I know how much you like to take photos, fill this album».

After a while you took a moment to see Ghost who's standing at the doorframe, there's no need to speak, you walked and kissed him softly, both have been feeling in the same way for so long.

- Happy Valentine's Simon.

- Happy Valentine's my love.

Price.

John and you were neighbors, you noticed he was a very busy man and you also noticed the food delivery service knocking at his door when he was around. That's how it started, you decided you wanted to give the poor man a proper meal when he's at home.

Eventually, you and him started to hangout and spend time together, it was clear for you the age difference between you and him, but who cares? The heart wants what it wants, but you know Price thinks differently, he told you about how insecure he feels when you're together and people of your Age approach to ask you for your number.

- You're a Sweetheart but people always think I'm your dad, have fun with people of your age, don't worry about me.

- John it'll be a Valentine's party! I won't go alone, I want to go with you but if you don't feel comfortable we can do something different, I don't mind.

In fact, you're so sweet, John doesn't know when or how exactly happened but he fell hard for you, you're younger than him but you talk as if you have the same experience as him, you are funny, you cook delicious, you're perfect for him, but he feels like he would be selfish for drag you to his way to live, he's not sure if you would be comfortable with something else than a friendship, he even talked about his dilemma with his boys.

- Cap, you're better than any man of her age, we're in a new era, Age is not a problem anymore.

- Gaz is right Captain, also if she prefers to spend time with you every time you're at home and cook for you doesn't make you think she probably feels the same way for you? Maybe love is in the air cap.

- I hate to say this, but maybe they're right Captain. Take the risk.

And that was all, that conversation made Price reconsider his options, and now here he is, cooking dinner for you, putting fresh flowers on the table and getting ready to confess what he has been feeling lately.

* knock, knock *

You look amazing, that blue outfit and the light make up definitely will make him fall at your feet, you also bring a very expensive but small present for him, today is the day, you will risk it all.

- Hey y/n, happy Valentine's, you are stunning today! Come in.

- Thanks John, you look very handsome too. oh! Before I forget, this is for you, I hope you like it

He opened the small box and oh my god, where did you get all the money you pay for that gorgeous watch? You're making very difficult for him to stop the urgency to kiss you.

- fuckin hell, is amazing, you didn't have to, I bet it costs a fortune...

- of course I needed, i couldn't stop to imagine it on your wrist! It's a classic!

He put the watch on his wrist, indeed you have a wonderful taste, it looks good on him.

- Doll, you didn't have to, I love it.

He couldn't contain himself, he hugged you, you tried to smell and retain in your lungs the perfume he was using, this man is so handsome, strong, elegant, he is perfect for you.

- come on sweetie, dinner is ready, do u want a drink?

- Sure, do you need help with something?

- Oh no, it's okay, all is under control, what do you want to drink? I have... Fuck, uh, I have water, sparkling water, juice, soda or whiskey, but if you want something else I can go to the store quickly.

You laughed, why is he so... Nervous?.

- John, it's fine, a Whiskey is perfect!

- alright love, a whiskey is on the way.

The meal was delicious, the conversation was funny and interesting, he taught you to dance a little, the drinks were also helping both of you to be brave.

- I have to sit, I'm getting older sweetie, you're a good dancer, I also have to give you your present, wait here...

He left the room and you sat on the table waiting impatiently, he was fast, he went back with a box with a pink big ribbon adorning it.

- Here it is, I... I spent a whole week looking for the perfect ones, I hope you like it.

You looked like a little kid on Christmas, you broke the paper, untied the ribbon and when you opened the box you found the most beautiful jewelry, the necklace was made of pearls and emeralds, the earrings were two small emeralds to match the necklace and a silver bracelet, you screamed with excitement, you stood up from your chair and gave small jumps.

- Jesus Christ! John... There's no way I can't accept all this, is amazing, is perfect, and I bet it's also fuckin' expensive!

- Doll, please accept it, you've been doing a lot for me since we met, it's the least I can do... And...

He took the bracelet and put it on your wrist, he held your hand carefully and put your hand under the light of a lamp.

- there's a secret message on the bracelet...

Indeed the bracelet had a message engraved. «To my one and only, I love you.»

You looked at him and he smiled at you nervously and before he could try to break eye contact you held his face with your free hand and kissed him.

- I love you too John Price, I love you too.

[cheezbites]

Y/N: (Is spreading strawberry jam on bread with a kitchen knife)

König: “Why don’t you use a butter knife?”

Y/N: “Well, it’s not butter is it?” (Licks jam off knife)

Ghost: “You’re too incompetent to be using a kitchen knife,” (Snatches knife from you)

Y/N: “I’m too incompe-what?”

Ghost: “Point proven.”

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About me and MASTERLIST!!

Hi! I'm Thea! Currently 18, I write fanfiction for all sorts of things. I love football, COD and anything related to Britpop. I'm honestly a bit kinky, so minors need to fuck off from my blog for sure. I'm a hopeless romantic, and I like cats. I reblog anything I find interesting and I write.... ocasionally.

I support Newcastle United, and have only recently gotten into football. I'm often swamped with academics, and if anyone seems to have any similar fandoms or just wanna chat, send me a DM because I'm always looking for new friends :)

Football RPF:

Overworked! (Neymar x Fem!Reader):

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/706925628401827840/overworked-neymar-x-femreader

Bittersweet Romance (Cho Gue Sung X Fem! Reader Part 1):

 https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/707296245341929472/summary-cho-and-yn-have-been-childhood-friends?source=share

Fruit’s Basket:

What One Doesn’t Expects (Yuki Sohma x Fem! Reader:)

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/653569330006687744/what-one-does-not-expect-yuki-sohma-x-fem

Overwatch:

Sengoku Jidai (Hanzo x Fem! Reader):

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/661322551456333824/%F0%9D%93%88%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%93%83%F0%9D%91%94%F0%9D%91%9C%F0%9D%93%80%F0%9D%93%8A-%F0%9D%92%BF%F0%9D%92%BE%F0%9D%92%B9%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%92%BE-%F0%9D%92%BD%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%93%83%F0%9D%93%8F%F0%9D%91%9C-%F0%9D%93%8D-%F0%9D%93%87%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%92%B9%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%93%87

Hanzo X Gender Neutral reader headcanons:

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/707201178709229568/hi-i-saw-that-your-requests-were-open-and-was

Damon Albarn X Fem Reader (SMUT)

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/718338642334089216/feverish-damon-albarn-x-fem-reader-smut?source=share

John 'Price x Slasher!Fem Reader (smut)

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/733033371358429184/%CA%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%9C-%E1%B4%84%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%8F-%CA%99%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%87%CA%80-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%9B

Soap Mactavish X Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/737583974823673856/loved-pairing-johnny-soap-mactavish-x

DDLC! CALL Of Duty:

Prologue:

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/733340659955728384/%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A8%F0%9D%99%9A-%F0%9D%99%AE%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A7

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/737772000970489856/%E1%B4%B4%E1%B5%89%CB%A1%E1%B5%96-%E1%B4%B5%E1%B5%9B%E1%B5%89-%E1%B4%AC%E1%B6%9C%E1%B6%9C%E2%81%B1%E1%B5%88%E1%B5%89%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%83%CB%A1%CB%A1%CA%B8-%E1%B4%B6%E1%B5%92%E2%81%B1%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%89%E1%B5%88-%E1%B5%83-%E1%B5%80%E1%B5%83%CB%A2%E1%B5%8F%E1%B6%A0%E1%B5%92%CA%B3%E1%B6%9C%E1%B5%89-%F0%9D%97%94