#price mw3

[nrdmssgs]

Constellation

Masterlist Fluff mostly Pairing: PriceXReaderXNikolai Summary: Cuddles and make out session. AN: My periods wrote this.

“It's alright.” Johns fingers graze lightly down your shoulder.

“We are fine. We are here, together. You are safe, little star.” Nik's warm breath tickles the back of your neck.

But you can't stop the tears. A wet spot on Price's pillow grows wider under your cheek. John cups your face and guides you to look up at him. His gaze meets your tired red eyes and he sighs ruefully. John brings you closer in kisses your forehead, glancing at Nikolai.

There are many things in your decade long friendship that could have made others uncomfortable in your place. Others, but not you, John and Nikolai. You wouldn't let anything ruin the most treasured thing you have - this friendship. So forehead kisses are fine, ‘this reminds me of you’ photos of beautiful things are fine, dancing in the kitchen while you three are cooking is fine. Letters, that you receive from them from all over the world, ‘just because’ flowers, surprise hugs from behind - it's all fine. These things won't ever hurt your friendship. 

Even falling for both of them slowly and inevitably won't do so. As long as you keep it to yourself. Which is not the easiest thing to hide, when you find out, John came back from a deployment injured.

A friend might have made sure, Price is actually doing fine and just needs a few days of bed rest, and visited him with a care package. A girl, who was desperately in love, came to him as soon as her working day was over and cried ugly, curled up next to him. You started calming down only when Nikolai came, climbed on his friend's bed and scooped you in a tight hug.

And so you three are lying: Nik's arms around your waist, your face in Price's hands. Time to time, one of them half whispers something soft to you. And with each ‘we are fine’, ‘you are safe’, ‘It's going to be alright’ you return to normal little by little. 

It's their voices working their magic on you. Husky, low, rich and warm tones. If only these men knew, what can they do to you just with a short whisper. Sure they calm you down now, but they can drive you crazy as well, lead your mind to the places, you're too ashamed to acknowledge.

John wipes away your tears with his wide warm thumbs, Nikolai hums a melody over your ear. You remember it vaguely. Something in Russian. Something about a star, that he begs to shine on no matter what. It's not a lullaby, but always brings you peace and he remembers it.

They distract you: telling you little silly stories about their deployments, arguing, jokingly grumbling at each other. You even start laughing. Then Nikolai brings tea for you and meds for John. Price immediately puts on his most suffering and dissatisfied expression, and you with Nik barely hold back the laughter.

You try a good dozen of ways to convince Price to behave like a grown up and just swallow all his pills finally. Everything from plain flattery to threats is thrown at the grumpy man. And then you resort to bargaining.

“Eat your meds now, and I will kiss you.” You laugh. Nikolai chuckles. 

But John looks serious.

He scoops all the remaining meds and throws them into his mouth, topping it up with the remaining water. All not breaking an eye contact with you. 

“Done.” After one Price's word, the room falls silent. 

It's only then, when your own word sink in. You promised him what once again? Unable to bear his gaze, you hide your eyes, looking down his wide neck, to the concave, the point, where the outlines of his muscular chest begin to show. 

This neck is made for grabbing onto it in search for a stabilizing point, while this man is…

Your face is burning. It's hot, suffocating hot in here. Not just because the man, you've been dreaming to kiss, waits for your touch, but also because the other man, you've been dreaming to kiss is burning your back with his gaze. 

John doesn't move closer, since the distance between you two is already almost non-existent. He would never force you. But he doesn't move away either. 

And your wildest hopes and dreams are screaming, that's because he wants this. But you would rather die than do anything stupid and lose Johns and Nikolai's friendship.

You stretch your arm and touch his cheek, moving to his eye level. It's not that easy, giving the fact, that you have to balance on a pile of soft bed covers between two men, pushing the mattress down to both sides around you just with their weight. 

You frantically plan how to turn this all into a joke, when you feel it. Very soft, but absolutely intentional. A push right between your shoulder blades. You lose your balance and fall forward.

The world around you cuts out, when your lips meet. First you feel his warmth engulfing and penetrating you at the same time. Then you hear him breathing you in. You don't move - it is enough for you just lay like this next to him, lips pressed to his as he takes another deep breath in, steadying himself. 

You drown in a mix of scents: Johns aftershave, a hint of Niks cologne, cigar smoke and a light musk, almost disappearing, but still daring, seducing. It takes you some time to force yourself to move back. Not far - just a few centimeters, so that when John speaks again - his hot breath rolls down your lips.

“Wait.” John's hands gather your small frame and bring you back.

The second kiss is so much more. There is a lot of holding back, but behind it all you feel a need, a borderline desperation in every motion. Every time his lips catch yours in another intoxicating touch - you feel a promise.

A promise of so much more to come, if you just let him closer, if you trust him enough. But when his tongue leaves a short warm wet trail between your lips - you forget even about the promises, his body gives you. John Price doesn't taste like a black tea, smoke and meds - he tastes like the end of you. And such a beverage is better savored in little sips, so it doesn't go out in a second.

You make an incredible effort to stifle the groan that is tearing out. Your breathing is labored, your cheeks are burning with heat. But all that matters right now: John's lips on yours, his hands pulling you closer by your waist... and another hand gently brushing the hair off your shoulder, exposing the back of your neck.

This feeling paralyzes you, like a lightning, rolling down your spine, echoing in every single nerve. Nikolai. The one to turn you into an absolute mess with just one touch. You are afraid to admit, how good his touch feels, when you're kissing John. It simultaneously soothes and provokes you. John touches your lips once again, and you open your mouth wide enough to let his tongue slip deeper.

This time you both can't hold back your quiet moan and his velvety growl. But your mind slowly comes back to the point, where you can draw a connection between kissing one of your best friends and losing both of your best friends.

You pull away. Panting, you manage to muster only one word. For John, for Nikolai, for yourself.

“I'm sorry.”

“What's wrong, little star?” Nik presses his broad chest against your back, and you immediately feel small and helpless.

“We overstepped?” John lets go of your waist, giving you full freedom of movement.

Did he just say ‘we’?

You look him in the eyes, the most beautiful blue eyes, the universe could ever create, and feel so deeply ashamed, it makes you want to die right here and now. You love John, deeply and dearly, but…

“Talk to me, little star.” 

There it is. The “but”. It's not Nikolai's fault, you love him as madly as John. There must be something wrong with you, because this kiss, you've been dreaming of for so long, still feels incomplete. And it won't feel complete until you feel Niks lips just as you felt Johns.

“I'm sorry, I should have…” You can't even muster a coherent answer as you feel a heavy lump, coming up your throat and stinging your eyes. You can't even explain to them, how deeply fucked are you.

 “No-no-no, what's with the horrified eyes, zvezdochka*?” Nikolai cups your face gently, and you turn fully to him. “No, don't worry. You see, John is already much better. I think, he will take his meds religiously from now on. Don't you, Price?”

“I will.” John's voice is still breathy and gruff.

“I just… Can we forget-”

Nik cuts you off by planting a soft, caring kiss on your forehead. He had this habit of kissing your face innocently for ages, but right now his touch means so much more than ever before.

Forgiveness. Maybe even approval.

He doesn't move away, and you hide in a shadow under his chin.

“Talk to me, little star. What brought you down? What made you cut off such a beautiful kiss?”

You feel Nikolais deep voice reverberating in his chest, you relax under Johns palm, resting on your back. And then you find a courage to speak.

“I didn't want you to feel left out. This must sound disgusting, it's so complicated to tell it in a way, it would sound  normal.”

“Mind if I help you?” You feel his lips forming every syllable as he still presses them against your skin. 

You nod and feel his smile.

His lips travel down your left cheek, leaving a trail of feather kisses. You didn't even think, that this man can be so tender. You close your eyes, letting him take away all your doubts one by one.

There's only his breath hitching with little chuckles between the kisses, the cradle of his palms, bringing you closer, the comfort of his voice, when his lips hover over yours.

“May I kiss you?”

You're too deep in the embrace of his grace to remember, that it's supposed to be wrong. Another nod, a subtle one, but it's enough. Nikolai doesn't just kiss - he tastes, explores your lips, while the easy caress of his fingers is mapping over the places where you’re tense and knotted. Every touch is intoxicating, it lures you even further until you give in and relax completely. Your hand snakes to the back of his head, fingers drown in his dark hair, and Nikolai purrs into your mouth. He's so attentive to your desires, that he parts his lips right away, when he feels the touch of your tongue.

Go on. Try him. Have him the way you wanted for so long.

As you indulge yourself in this lasting kiss, a wave of heat awakes on the back oh your shoulder and runs in every direction of your body. John was so quiet, so soft, that you didn't even notice him, until he tugged the collar of your shirt down and placed a long kiss against your exposed skin.

But when you realize what is happening, your brain refuses to keep functioning. You're trapped between their warm figures dwarfing your body, but you feel free for the first time around them. You catch John's head blindly in a silent plead to not leave you and to your joy, he only closes the gap between you two. You feel lightheaded as their lips leave wet trails on your face, neck and shoulders. 

“A wildly beautiful little star. So gentle, so generous for us.” You practically feel Nikolai's content smile before he nips your skin lightly, drawing a sharp inhale from you.

“I don't want to leave this bed. Ever.” John's husky rumble echoes inside your chest.

Each time you turn your head to either of them and your lips meet yet again - you hear their low hums, growing into nearly moans. They don't mind sharing. Quite the opposite, to be precise: they welcome the idea. But each of them is just so hungry for more of you - their voices give them away. 

“You smell bloody delicious, darling.” Price's beard tingles your jaw, as he speaks.

“You taste delicious,” tops up Nikolai.

As if their lips weren't enough to drive you to the edge - their hands become more demanding with every next little squeeze, every brush of fingertips against the exposed skin. You barely control yourself, trying to hold on to both of them. But they make sure, you're being taken care off carried away from the world in their arms. 

It feels so good - it's almost too much. You can't even remember yourself, when a long moan escapes you. And they both stop. Still holding you gently, still stroking your hair, they both give time and space to find yourself in this very moment. But instead of that, your mind in being swarmed with a million of questions immediately.

Do they hate you now? Think you're insane? Is this the end of your friendship?

“I need to stop.” You freeze in horror, thinking that they will let go of you right there.

But they don't. They still hold you, just don't try to kiss you again.

“I'm sorry, I-”

“Don't be.” John brushes a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Little star is absolutely right to put this on pause, John. We need to take things slow, if we don't want to fuck any of this up.” Nikolai looks from Price back to you and smiles. “Both me and John been waiting for a long time, zvezdochka. Seems like forever. Just for a single touch. For a single minute spent this close.”

You turn to John with eyes full of disbelief. And he speaks to you.

“A last thing, I would want, is to rush into this, and push, and… bloody lose this.” He runs his fingers down your cheekbone and touches the very corner of your shy smile. “So how about we call this a goodnight kiss? You can stay here, I'll go crash on a couch.”

“Or I can drive you home, if you feel like you need time alone to let things settle in, little one,” adds Nik, pressing you against his chest.

You freeze in uncertainty for a moment. And then a question emerges from the deepest layers of your uncertainty.

“Was it a good kiss?”

Price smiles, bringing his face once again closer to yours. 

“The first thing I do tomorrow - I write Nikolai, asking if today wasn't my feverish dream. That's how good it was. Then we will start to figure out, how to ask you for a date. Not a friend date - a real one. I will be eating my meds like a happy idiot, smiling to the memory of you here. And I will count hours to that date, should you say yes. That's how good it was.”

You close your eyes to his lips touching against your cheeks.

Later that evening Nik will drive you home and you will ask him, if hes not disappointed by everything, that happened, or not happened.

“Disappointed?” He will chuckle. “I've had the best nights I have had in… cant remember, how long.”

He will keep things sweet and relatively soft on your threshold: just a few lingering, but not too long kisses.

“Give us just a little time, my star, let us believe in our own luck, realise, that you do indeed want the same thing as we two - and we will take you on the best date, you ever had.”

*zvezdochka - little star

[v1x3n]

[sstormyskyess]

a peek inside the work room for the past week [as i stare at my drafts blankly because of writer's block]

[konigsblog]

Bring pack pornstar!price please omg just imagine all the filthy things hed do

bring back pornstar!price, you say? absolutely :3 🩷

one of his most popular videos includes him eating you out. dragging his wet, warm tongue up and down your slit before easing his fingers inside, pumping them while you shake and tremble at the stimulation. the viewers watch as he curls his thick, rough fingers instead your pretty hole, drinking up all the slick that oozes and seeps from your glistening cunt! all while his beard slowly begins to get wetter and wetter with his constant sucking and flicking.

women love the way he eats pussy; dragging his tongue over your clit, his nose grazing it occasionally. small touches to your sensitive nub. they're surprised at how well you can hold back during orgasm denial, that they'd be cumming all over him in seconds...

beard burn is real, especially on your soft thighs :3 covered in cum and slick, with them aching afterwards. john price definitely records him jerking off to the sight of your raw pussy after he'd ate you out. not even fucking you or giving you the chance to have him deep inside your cunt, but shooting a hot, thick load over your folds and clit and thighs while the viewer drool...

[antiquecowdoy]

♡; obsessed with older man!boyfriend being so mean n making you work for your orgasm :(

♡; you were bratty nd said you didnt need him to cum, it was the heat of the moment, he wasn't meant to take it literally!!

♡; nd now he's being so mean! youre not allowed to touch whats his, so hands off that pretty hole! but he's left you for weeks and you're getting so desperate...

♡; youre like a bitch in season, everything is getting you going and its so unfair, but no matter how much you beg and plead, 'you don't need him to cum'

♡; youve been so good as you stumble into his office, all bleary eyed, your insides throbbing desperate for release.

♡; how can he say no to you? especially looking like that, all worked up and pent up because of him? poor baby... he's been so cruel to you, hm?

♡; but he's here now. he's here to save you now. he's so busy too, providing for you and here he is, letting you be all needy and pathetic for him.

♡; how generous of him, patting his thighs and letting you all but crawl on your hands and knees up to him, begging for his dick to split you in half.

♡; how silly of you... thinking he would waste his time fucking you while he's working? you can't be that stupid, really.

♡; three. two. one.

♡; the realisation dawns on you as you realise what he wants. you need to ride his thigh. like a dog.

♡; you don't even have the time to process how gross that is as he bounces his leg, bumping up between your thighs. he's so mean, making you to start rocking back and forth, forcing you to hump his thigh.

♡; look at you? dribbling and leaking all over him, panting and whining, moaning like a whore into his neck, the shoots of pleasure up your spine wracking your body. and he's ignoring you! he hasn't looked at or touched you once!

♡; the rough fabric of his pants, catching on you with every roll of your hips, nipping on you all engorged and sensitive.

♡; look at you? humping his leg? getting off on rutting against his thigh like a pathetic mutt.

♡; you can't help yourself, shoots of burning pleasure up your spine, your toes curling as your core tightens before you begin to spurt all over yourself and his thighs, seeping into his clothes :(

♡; he doesn't even react! just a deep chuckle at how pathetic and needy you are, his rough hands patting your arse, letting your post orgasm haze cloud that silly little head of yours.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Competition: knight!price x princess!reader

I have to thank @konig-is-bbygrl for helping me come up with the idea for this part. Thank you love!!

Price was used to being around nobles and royals.

It was his entire life, especially because he was tasked to be your personal bodyguard for nearly half his life now. He had gotten used to their delusions, to the fact that most of them are disconnected to the people they rule over, and their snobbish behavior.

What he was not used to was the fact that there were many people vying for your affection often, which meant he had to be around desperate lords and princes who made fools of themselves around you just to get you to look at them.

He cringed at their failed attempts to woo you. Their flowery words mean nothing, especially when many of them are throwing themselves at other ladies who are in their kingdom or towns when you inevitably turn them down.

He couldn’t quite understand why he found it so annoying. Maybe it was the fake devotion and empty gestures they gave that looked more like an insult to you, something he didn’t understand why you let happen, or maybe it was the fact that he knew you personally.

The lords and princes wouldn’t try for your hand if they knew who you were behind closed doors. They didn’t know who you were when he didn’t let you spend time by yourself or when you were forced to do your studies.

Or maybe, in his best judgment, they were so far beneath you that they didn’t deserve you at all. You were so much more than them, more elegant, too beautiful for them, they were not worthy as opposed to-

“You are awfully quiet, Sir John.” You spoke and brought him out of his thoughts.

Price grimaced as he spotted the flowers in your hands, no doubt from the current lords who were preparing for the jousting tournament.

An attempt by the Queen to find a proper suitor for you, something she has been adamant about doing as of late.

“What is there to say?” He grumbled and you raised an amused eyebrow.

“My, you are incredibly ornery this afternoon.” You teased and he sent you a sharp look. “Are you upset that you’re not down there?”

He glanced down from the raised platform you and the Queen sat upon above the tournament floor. Two lords were preparing, both of them too scrawny for this type of sport, too soft and not at all in their element.

It wouldn’t even be entertaining to watch.

“Why would I compete for your hand, your highness?” He wondered. “I’m already bound to you by oath and know the unfortunate fate of that.”

“The lords wouldn’t say the same.” You shot back and he watched them mount their horses.

“I’m not inclined to believe anything that falls out of their mouths.”

The lords were quick in the competition. To anyone else, their fancy swings were entertaining but to Price they were unpracticed.

He glanced at you to see if you were entertained and noticed the boredom in your eyes. He hid his smile, knowing that if it were him or his men, you’d be entertained.

The lord that won bowed to the crowd and flaunted, earning a scowl from both you and the Queen. A bad look.

“Perfect for you, your highness.” Price teased and you sent him a look.

“He’s handsome, yes.” You ignored him and he looked at the lord.

Handsome was generous, he looked rather plain to Price.

The lord walked up to you, a prideful look on his face, and gave a gaudy bow. It took everything in Price to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“Your highness, your majesty, I thank you for this opportunity.” He said as he stood up straighter. “If it’s too much to ask, I would be honored to join you for dinner.”

“Before that, perhaps you’d like to show your skills again for us.” The Queen spoke and his face fell. “To see you win against my best knight would surely make dinner worth it.”

Price stiffened up but said nothing. The lord looked nervous while you had an unreadable look on your face.

“As you wish, your majesty.” Price bowed and made his way towards the ring.

He missed the sickly sweet words that fell from the lord’s mouth, the near pleading eyes as he spoke to you and the way you tensed up at the lack of preparation for someone so pushy.

However, he didn’t miss you giving the lord your handkerchief, of all things, as he grabbed the lance.

A spike of anger he didn’t understand rushed through him. You showed no signs of wanting the lord yet you gave him something of yours? Did you despise Price that much? Did you want him to lose that bad?

Price wasn’t one to gloat, in fact he hated it and would much rather let his skills show through action, but anyone knew that he could beat the lord easily without much straining.

You knew that too and yet you gave the pompous, worthless man your attention as if he deserved it.

Price kept his composure and didn’t break a sweat at defeating the lord almost instantly. He didn’t pay attention to the roars of cheers from everyone, especially from his own men, or the cries from the lord as he laid haunches over on the dirt.

Instead his attention was on you. He’s not sure what he expected from you but the looked of horror on your face wounded his pride a little more than he wanted.

It didn’t matter. The lord wouldn’t have your hand.

Price made his way back to you and you wasted no time in arguing with him.

“Were you trying to kill him?” You exclaimed and he raised an eyebrow.

“I was light on him. He couldn’t handle it because of who he is.” He argued and you stared at him in shock.

It was the truth. If he had been against any of his men they would’ve laughed at him for that type of treatment.

Just another testament of how the lord wasn’t a good fit and that you had made a mistake to give him something of yours.

“You should be happy. A princess who’s loose with her affections shouldn’t be vied for.” He spat and watched you glare at him in disbelief.

“You’re barbaric, someone as cruel as you should never win someone’s hand.” You curled your hands into fists and he huffed.

“It was Her Majesty who wished for me to compete, I have no desire to win you over.”

You opened your mouth to argue more before the Queen approached you both. In an instant, you both composed yourselves as best as you could, though neither do you could hide the anger you had for each other.

The Queen ignored it in favor of giving Price an approving look.

“Sir John, an excellent performance.” She complimented and he gave her a polite nod. She turned to you. “You’ll be fine without him for a few moments while I discuss the lords with you?”

“Happily.” You said from behind your teeth.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He bowed and watched you walk away with your mother.

Was he cruel? He wouldn’t say he was and yet that seemed to be all you saw him as.

He didn’t like the way that made his stomach churn.

A/n: jealous price anyone? didn’t mean to make this as long as it was oops lol

@deadbranch @makayla-666

[alwaysshallow]

john price who makes you bump into him with his car—makes you because he gets right in front of your car, when you want to park right outside your house.

you don't talk to him, so he thinks that's the right way of things. he's putting his whole acting skills into this, doing the thing dramatic, while you wonder if he's gonna sue you or even worse lmfao.

"i'm really, really sorry—" you babble, fingers in your hair. you're at the verge of pulling them out. "i just didn't see you and—"

"—don't worry, love. maybe it's just broken ribs," he grumbles, and you nearly faint at that. broken ribs? you're not gonna pay for this from your insurance ever. you're already in debt.

you invite him to your house, trying to patch the wounds (a little scratch near his eyebrow that he did himself with a mf rock........ nothing hurts him in reality, not even his ego) your kid watches him and john spends the majority of the time being all like "oh how i wish to have family" or "oh how lonely i am"......

"we have to take him in for dinner, mom," your son whispers. you want to discuss with him, tell him that john is a stranger, but when you see those big, doe eyes, you know it's gonna be a lost cause. "he's so lonely. he has no one!"

you clear your throat. maybe it's actually an idea. maybe john is not gonna sue you. in a good scenario, maybe he's gonna forget the whole thing! "john? would you like to... stay for dinner with us, perhaps?"

"i don't want to be a burden," he lies. of course he lies, but you don't know that. it seems like a coy response, at which you just shake your head and bite your lip.

"not a burden. you like carbonara?"

john feels like a winner in this situation:/ his pretty neighbour, finally taking him in!!!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Mistletoe mancandy series: Captain John Price

[diejager]

Hi Joyce! This is my first time asking an author on this application, I saw you opened requests, so I have a little idea. What if this is like a side story/spin off from humans! reader x monster! 141TF AU's.

Where the reader (female) dies after giving birth to their child. And the husbands don't really take the news well, especially when their child is so physically/personality similar to the reader.

(if you read the webtoon who made me a princess then you know what I mean :) )

Thank you! Hope im didnt bother you

I’m honoured to be your first ask 🥺

Vestige Cw: angst, death, childbirth complications, single parenting, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.

They hadn’t expected this to happen. They hadn’t expected this to be the last they’d see you. It was an unfortunate incident, they were told, a freak one that caused you to haemorrhage and they couldn’t bring you back despite how fast they acted to stop you from bleeding out. It felt like their world ended, the little light in the dark and traumatic place extinguished, a cataclysmic boom that sent their morals low and mind deeper into depression. Some drowned themselves in substance, others in physical pain to feel something other than heartache and agony, and a few were left silent, unmoving and mute. 

But they had a little baby to care for, the last vestige of your love and presence. It was a gift from you to the people you loved, a memory of the times you all shared smiles and joy as much as you shared tears and sorrow. It was the light at the end of a particularly difficult hallway, shocking them back into reality like a bucket of ice water. They had to care and nurture a child —their sweet and innocent angel. She reminded them of you so, so much that it hurt.

“Yer a wee thing, aye?” Soap had always been the first to care, the first to love and the first to act. It might’ve been hard to provide for a child as a single father, but their sweet angel was as much theirs as his, a gift to share. 

The first days were rough, none knew how to properly care for themselves, let alone a week old child! It was a slow start, passing a crying baby from one arms to the other without any idea of what to do. It was only until the eldest - Price, Alejandro and König - changed tones and put aside everything else to search up for childcare. In all honestly, they all had years of built up breaks that they rarely used to keep themselves busy to drive away the demons and keep their minds sound. 

Little Jesse was shared between them, they took shifts separated equally to let the others rest or research. Soap, Gaz, Horangi and Rudy naturally fit with Jesse, capable of looking at her when she had her little mood swings and occasional tantrums. Soap and Rudy were prone to watch over her when she felt especially excited, hands grabbing and toothless gum biting, flaying her arms around to grasp at something to tug. Horangi and Gaz were softer, more mellow and made to supervise her when she was dozing off or on the edge of exhaustion, toes and fingers curling to hold someone’s hand to sleep. 

Ghost was a little apprehensive about touching her, fearful that his curse would infect her, that everything he touched died, even the prettiest and most lively flower wilted in his presence. But König, a big and dangerous monster like the Austrian, showed him how even the most dangerous beasts could be a protector and provider. It was a slow process but he eventually made it where he could look at her the same way the others did, a perfect ball of sunshine. 

How could they not love her? When she was the perfect copy of you, taking so many characteristics from you than them. She had the same eyes and nose, the equally bright smile and flushing cheeks and the shade of hair. And as she grew older, they could see your personality shine through her, you gave her as much of yourself as you could, hoping it would quell the heartache and agony.

Jesse was their favourite regret. 

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[rookiesbookies]

So im so upset, i accidentally deleted an ask.

Here’s the sex doll price fic I got asked for, and i outlined out they work my beloved anon, im sorry😭

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So I saw your question and I outlined how it works more in this post (if you havent seen it) and Im getting ready to write the Konig piece, however I want to make it really special so im going to hype it up a bit more and here’s a Price one because I felt like writing him!

Price’s story of getting bought goes much like all the other’s. His lady is lonely one night, flips through some infomercials because there’s nothing good on and she figured they’d be entertaining she guessed? It was a better idea than Steinfeld reruns for the fifteenth time, and nothing streaming was updated or good. It was a rare mood.

It came on for the dolls and she fell in love with the way he moved, smiled, his eyes. It was like the tv knew how much she loved the soft eyes of an older man.

She slid off her couch and onto the floor before she punched in the number on the phone to call, saying she wanted Price.

It took time before he was there. She felt different, he has been marketed as a companion robot on the tv. One that could walk, talk, cook, clean. It would be nice having someone to take care of the house while she was at work.

When the mystery box was on her doorstep with the gibberish, she assumed what it was based on the size.

It took a long time of struggling to get it through the door. She tore into it almost immediately. She didnt even get him out of the box before she planted a soft kiss to his lips, just as the commercial said. His eyes fluttered open and she was met with the same soft eyes she first saw.

He was swift. Reconnecting his lips to her and moving out of his box without much effort. She slid back to make room for his large form, when she hit the wall he crawled over her.

“I was told you were a companion,” she said softly eyes, trained on his lips then flicking up to his eyes.

“Companions do lots of different things. There are plenty of different types of companions, love.” His rough hands came up to her face, thumb grazing over her lower lip. “It just so happens to be my directive to be a certain kind of companion.”

Her body felt like it was on air the whole time, like her nerves were cushioned by personal clouds as he worked.

He was swift, putting her on her hands and knees before working off her pants and underwear. His mouth connected with her lower lips and began work. He was delicate but hungry.

Once he got her what he deemed wet enough he used his knee to move her thighs apart, pulling his pants down.

“Breath, love.” He whispered sweetly into her ear after spitting into his hand, rubbing it over his cock, “remember to breath.”

He let it rest in her for a long time. She fell onto her forearms, debating letting her mouth hang open so drool could fall.

He was rhythmic and juicy. Everything she imagined. She was so high up she almost didn’t register she was about to cum until it happened. He didn’t seem to orgasm, surprisingly, but he didn’t seem to care, maybe he did - well she had no clue. He picked her up and wondered her home until he found the bathroom, drawing her bath before washing her gently and putting her to better not long after drying her.

Worth every penny.

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Somebody wanted their gift wrapped?

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[sstormyskyess]

Pub Nights

author's note: i imagine the boys are very unique when they're drunk and we all know they're not immune to getting just a bit more tipsy than they maybe should be, so here's what i cooked up!

cw: fluff, alcohol/drinking, intoxication, slight possessive behavior, a little sleazy behavior [not from any of the boys], cuddling, suggestive comments/acts

word count: 1700+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [protective]

♡ You know how a lot people get less aware of their surroundings when they’re drunk? Not Ghost. He gets almost paranoid when he’s had a little too much to drink.

♡ Usually, this manifests in him always needing to have you in his line of sight, or better yet right next to him at all times. It’s hard to reason with him in this state; it’s possible, but it’s rare you’ll get him to just relax a bit before you end up needing to take him home.

Simon’s hand tightens on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. Someone across the bar had been eyeing you up for the past few minutes, something that you hadn’t noticed but he has. You look at him, confused. “What’s wrong, hun?” You tilt your head. He just grumbles and averts his gaze back down to the nearly empty glass of bourbon in his hand. You frown and wrap your hand gently around his wrist. “Simon?” You prompt again.

He sighs and turns to you, meeting your concerned eyes. “It’s nothing, love.” You start to believe him before his eyes snap up again looking past you to the person of interest again. He had started to move, approaching the two of you. A bold move, considering the fact that you had a 6’4” behemoth of a man playing guard dog by your side.

“Hey, sweetheart. You going home alone tonight?” The other man asks. Your eyes narrow and you scoot just a bit closer to Simon. “No, I’m with him actually.” The breath is pushed out of you when Simon’s arm wraps around your midsection and squeezes you tightly to his side. If this other guy was close enough, he’d be able to hear him growling next to you. “Piss off, ya fuckin’ wanker.” He hisses at the guy. At the sound of Simon’s voice, he immediately backed off, hands up and muttering a quick ‘sorry,’ before walking away.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Simon’s arm loosens just a little. “Thank you, Si.” You kiss him on his clothed cheek, attempting to stop him glaring daggers at the retreating man. “He’s not coming back, baby. It’s okay.” You smile when he lets out a quick huff and fully relaxes his hold on you. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He murmurs, satisfied when you nod and start gathering your things.

John “Soap” Mactavish [sensual]

♡ Soap is going to be all over you, whether you’re drinking at home or not. Wandering eyes, grabby hands, an abundance of kisses—he wants to show you just how much he loves you in all the best ways.

♡ With a stocky Scotsman attached at the hip, it’s common that you’ll end up being assaulted by kisses and trapped in his arms for the rest of the night until he finally falls asleep for the night [a lot of the time, he’s falling asleep on the couch and you have to either drag him or urge him to his feet to get him in bed.]

It was a miracle that you and Johnny managed to get home tonight. You ended up having to get Price to drive the both of you home; you’d have to apologize for making out in the back of his car like a couple of horny teenagers, but that could wait until the morning. For now, you were just worried about not stumbling too much on the short walk down the hall that you had to make to get to your apartment door.

Somehow, you made it all the way inside and to your nice comfy bed. Yes, the bedsprings were a little worn out and yes, the mattress was getting a little lumpy, but that was irrelevant right now. It was hard to focus on anything else other than your boyfriend halfway laying on top of you with his lips connected to the skin on your neck and shoulders, painting you with lovebites and hickeys that you weren’t sure you’d be able to hide in the morning.

“I’m gonna have you up ‘til morning, bonnie, I swear—” He cuts himself off by biting down on you again, his hands slipping under your clothes to take big handfuls of all the plumpest parts of your body. “Can’t wait to hear you moanin’ tonight, y’sound so good…” He smiles against your skin when you whimper quietly at his words. It morphs into a giggle and you playfully try to pull away from him. “I don’t wanna get a noise complaint, Johnny!”

He just takes the opportunity to start stripping you, your shirt coming first so he could bury his face in your chest and start kissing you up and down there too. “Don’t care who hears us, they’ll have to bring it up with me anyway.” His words are muffled by your chest, the vibrations of his voice tickling you and making you giggle again.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [mushy]

♡ Gaz gets very loose-lipped when he’s drunk. He’ll go on and on about how wonderful you are, and how much you’ve changed his life for the better, and that you’ve made him the happiest man alive.

♡ He gets very embarrassed about it the first few times you see him like that, but eventually you’re able to convince him that it’s just adorable and he’s got no reason to worry. In fact, it was the way he ended up confessing to you, so as much as it can get overbearing, this little quirk would always have a soft spot in your heart.

“Wait. What did you just say?” You turn to Kyle with an incredulous look on your face. There’s no way in hell you heard that right. Did you? Kyle just smiles at you and bumps shoulders with you. “I said that you made my life better more than anyone else has,” he rests his head on yours, “oh! And, that I love you. So, so much.”

Well, that was unexpected. You go silent for a few moments as Kyle sways a bit. He’s definitely had a little too much to drink. You support him with an arm around his shoulders and help get him to his feet, struggling under his weight at your side. “Let’s get you home, okay? You need rest.” He nods in response and lets you take him out to his car. Once you get him buckled into the passenger’s seat, you start the trip back to his flat, all the while he’s trying to hold your hand. Eventually you give in, a small smile on your face.

Once you’re back at his place, you’re faced with the task of getting him to his room to get him ready for bed, at least the best you could. “Thank you for taking me home, love.” He’s practically dead weight on you as you lug him to his room and sit him on his head. He immediately lays back, letting you pat his forehead. “Of course, Kyle. No need to thank me.” You smile. “Can you manage getting undressed by yourself?” He nods and you leave to get him some hangover remedies prepared.

You ended up asleep on Kyle’s couch with him—after he followed you there from his bedroom— with his arm around your midsection and him mumbling confessions of his affections all the way up until you fell asleep. You never realized how he felt about you; apparently, he hid it very well. The funny thing is, you felt exactly the same about him. You did have to wonder though: would he really still feel the same tomorrow? Hopefully he would, or your current position would be very odd.

John Price [sleepy]

♡ When Price breaches the barrier between tipsy and drunk, he quite honestly is ready to go home and hold you tight before getting a good night’s rest.

♡ The moment you get home you’re being dragged to bed, whether you like it or not, even if you want to go along with your usual nighttime routine. Hell, you’d be lucky to even get fully undressed before he’s pulling you under the covers.

You put one of your hands over John’s where they were resting on your stomach, kneading the plush there. He had been hovering behind you the entire time you were getting ready for bed. He was making it increasingly difficult to get anything done, especially getting undressed and into your sleepwear. With his arms practically locked around you, wiggling out of your clubbing outfit was near impossible.

“John, let go for a second—” You squeak when you get hoisted off the ground; the very second you finish drying your face after washing it, he was carrying you to bed and plopping you both down, his face buried in your shoulder. “You’re ready for bed already, darling.” He grumbles deep in his chest. You practically hear the pout on his face as he speaks. “I’m not even undressed yet—” You sigh deeply. “Fine, fine, I’m staying. Can I at least get some water first, though?” No response.

“John, we should really get some water…” You mumble into John’s chest, your voice muffled by his shirt. He just pulls you closer, his hand playing at the nape of your neck and the small of your back. You huff, trying to push yourself away from him. You look up at him with a frown on your face “John, c’mon, let go…” You whine. But before you could even try to escape his hold again, he was dead asleep.

You groan quietly and try to slip your clothes off despite his ironclad grip only managing to make it out of your shoes and the clothes covering your lower half. You had to wait for another ten minutes before his grip finally loosened enough for you to get up and get fully undressed and into your night clothes, as well as getting a glass of water to chug down.

Once you make it back to the bedroom, you realize you must have woken him up because he’s sitting against the headboard, waiting for you. When you walk in, he’s already trying to get up to grab you again, so you hurry to get in bed so as to not make him leave the bed. You’re almost immediately being crushed again and he’s falling asleep again, an adoring smile coming to your face as you rub his back up and down to soothe him back to sleep.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[konigsblog]

hair pulling - cpt. john price

your eyes foggy and eyelids heavy with your jaw slack and mouth hanging open. you're on your stomach, cheek pressed firmly against the mattress as john grips your hair tightly, pushing your face down against the bedsheets as he rocks his broad hips into you. your sopping wet pussy swallows his large size so well, taking each inch while you moan out and pant desperately, gripping the bedsheets as he continues to pound into your wet cunt.

“ain’t‘cha jus’ a pretty doll... made to take my’cock, hm?” he chuckles deeply, grunting gutturally as he pumps his wet and veiny dick into your tightening hole, while you pant heavily like a dumb dog in heat, your ass painful from being spanked repetitively. his grip is bound to leave indents and bruises on your hips, flesh and fat spilling from his fingers when he kneads your ass with his large and calloused hands, fucking deep into you and groaning loudly as he throws his head back.

you're already feeling so, so full, your ass sore and hips aching from his grip. you whimper when he tugs at your hair, forcing you to arch your back and look at him over your shoulder while he continues to fuck his meaty cock into your slick folds. he grips your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he chases his release, teasing you for coming undone on his lengthy cock, droplets of your sweet arousal dripping down his dick before he fucks his hot, white and milky cum into you, smacking against your cervix while he grinds his teeth together.

[callsign-datura]

dude would u ever write 4 price 😋

WOULD I? IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION? if you want smut... ask, i gotchu. John Price is the epitome of a strong, capable man. He's not gigantic, but he's big enough to make you second guess fucking with him. He has a face that's unreadable, stony eyes and an alluring accent that makes him all the more attractive. The worst part? He knows it. He knows he's attractive, he knows that he's hot. So he takes advantage of that fact. When you, a pretty girl, somehow ends up on his Task Force? An elite team with spots reserved for only the best? He doesn't treat you any differently. He's hard on you just like he's hard on the guys. But he does expect more from you. And you impress, every single time. Whether that's being agile and quick, or being good with a sniper rifle, his eyebrows arch upward every time you make your skill known. He likes that. He likes the way you look at him, too. The way your eyes linger on the span of his shoulders, his broad chest and the way he sits in his desk chair... he takes note of it. He takes note of the way you seem dizzy every time you're in his office. Whether that's the near-caustic cigar smoke that invades your senses or the way his imposing presence fills the entire room and leaves no room for argument when he makes a decision. If only he knew, though. If only he knew that you felt this overwhelming heat every time he was manspreading in that damn chair, if only he knew that you got immensely horny just from seeing him in action? He'd have your ass for insubordination. At least, that's what you thought. You thought he was an incredibly professional man, and, well, he is, but he decided to exceed your expectations. On a particularly difficult day, where you had to take part in some hard drills and difficult training and sparring, your entire body was tired. You were tired. Emotionally and physically. Your room was down the same hall his office was, so every time you went to your room you'd pass his office. This time when you passed, you noticed that the door was open. You took a quick look inside, and there he was. Price was leaning against the wall, cigar between his lips as he stared at the window with a faraway look. In his other hand was a crystal glass filled half-way with an amber liquid, and he swirled the liquid inside before setting the glass down on the windowsill with a soft thud. He turned his head, and his gaze immediately landed on you. His deep blue eyes penetrated every fiber of your being and ran a shiver up the center of your spine. His lips quirked up into a faint smile when he saw your form shrink in on itself. He pulled the cigar from between his lips. "Sergeant." He said, lowly, gruffly; British accent lacing the word and sending heat straight to your cunt. He put the smoldering cigar in the ashtray in the windowsill, and crossed his arms over his chest, the manner making him look even broader than he already was. His gaze flickered down to your legs as you scuffed your heel against the floor. "Need somethin'?" He inquired, finding it slightly amusing you hadn't responded yet. "Um," you said quietly, trying to straighten your form. You were a soldier, not some blushing schoolgirl in the same room as her crush. A soldier. "No, sir. I was passing by and your door was open." He chuckled. A low chuckle that made his chest heave, and your pussy flutter on nothing. He took a few lithe steps over to his desk as he drew the chair out, and settled into it. The chair creaked under the addition of his weight, and he leaned back, his knees drifting apart as both hands rested on the arms. "So you decided to have yourself a peek, hm?" He said. No, he cooed it. He might as well have been purring at you. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, Captain, I was just curious." You said quickly, trying to cover your ass. He chuckled again. Your cunt pulsed. "Come," he reached up and gestured with two fingers, a beckoning motion that made the tendons in his forearm flex. "Let's have a chat."

[bleuu-moon]

I’ve just imagined price putting lipgloss on my lips for me and almost had an aneurysm