#price x male reader

[the-whispers-of-death]

Grumpy!Reader

This is the masterlist of all of the Grumpy!Reader Drabbles. This reader is gender neutral and with John Price.

Your Kid Throws Their Ball into John Price's Backyard

John Price Meets Your Kid

John Price Taking You and Your Kid to a Fair

John Price Meets Your Ex

Call to the Headteacher's Office

Your Kid Calling John Price "Dad"

John Price Asking Your Kid Permission to Marry You

The Proposal

This masterlist is possibly ending soon! (I think all I have to do is write the wedding & that'll be it, unless someone requests for it.)

[poetslastdeath]

okay but i need a reader who is badshit insane, i need a reader with a history dretenched in so much blood that it’s stained them.

i need a reader that can be as stoic and scary as ghost so much so that they’ve become more of a legend then a person, a rotting grave that holds the bones of who they once were.

or a reader that was always drawn to the glint of a knife and the sight of blood running down their hands until no more skin showed, more monster than human since birth.

let them be feral I BEG‼️‼️‼️ especially for price, let them be feral and protective and obsessive and in love with price please 🙏🏽 🗣️

[princeguri66]

Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.

TF 141 x Male! Reader

Kissing the homies goodnight.

18+ Minors DNI!

Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it

It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.

And if that didn't give them any ideas..

For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.

"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"

"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"

It gives them such a boost of energy.

You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.

And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.

And when it comes to Price.. 

It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.

After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 

As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.

The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.

You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.

And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 

It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses

(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)

Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.

And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)

It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.

After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.

[batfleshh]

Hear me out (please)

Price fucking dog hybrid reader against a wall in his office, ignoring the fact that reader is being loud, and some member of tf141 walking in concerned by the noises

Also do you think price would share the reader with others?

Sharing is caring

Price X M!DH!Reader X Gaz

Warnings: MORE DH SHIT CUZ I LOVE FEEDING YALL THIS, DUBBLE PENETRATION 🫡, idk how this position works, getting walked in on, getting bent over a desk bc yer, f slur sandwich, Yall rockin with the Gaz collab??, blowjobs, hair pulling, a single spank, unprotected sex, they cum in u, spit as lube, puppy is said a few times, workplace sex??, no established relationship, idk man gay sex, RAAAHHH, not proofread homies

★ “Little quieter, boy. Gonna get us caught.”

★ That’s usually what the captain would mumble into your ear when you’re both messing around in his office. You whine and whimper as his cock rushes in and out of you, hand covering your mouth as you try to muffle yourself. Usually you’re farther away from the door of his office, bent over his desk or in his lap while he’s inside of you. You felt almost safer this way, your nerves calm as you don’t have to worry about anyone barging in without warning, knowing the recruits have common sense to knock. But this time, he wanted to try something a little different.

★ The captain was feeling dangerous today. Earlier that day, he made some flirtatious comment to you during a small meeting you and some other recruits were having with him. It caught you off guard, so off guard that your ears perked up at it immediately. You cleared your throat and attempted to brush past it, mumbling some sort of reply to Price as he chuckled. You stared at him as he continued to talk, his eyes glancing back at you every once in a while. You fussed about it to him after, only earning more chuckles and much more teasing about it. He gave you a small pat on your head and carried on with his day, leaving you standing there as you glared at him.

★ Later that day, you felt your emotions take a small toll on you, that usual feeling making you miss your captain. You waited around for a while to see if any recruit needed you, before moving quickly to slip into Prices office. When you peaked your face in the door, you saw both Gaz and Price having a conversation at his desk, stopping midway to glance over at who had walked in. You nodded in acknowledgment at Kyle, who gave you a small wave back. You looked over at the captain who gave you a knowing look, already aware of what you had come in for. You waited patiently outside as they finished up their meeting, slipping past Gaz as he left the office.

★ You gently close the door behind you and turn towards John, a small smile on his face as he coaxes you towards him. You make your way over to his desk, immediately attaching yourself to him and hurriedly placing messy kisses to his neck. He mumbles something about you being impatient, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He smirks as he feels you start to tug on his uniform. You begin to whine, feeling him pull you closer and allowing you to take what you want. It didn’t take long before he had you up against a wall, hoisting your legs up around his waist. His hand traveled down to hurriedly free his cock, not taking long after to start sloppily prepping you for it. Soft moans leave your lips as he presses his own against yours, your noises beginning to heighten in volume as his actions continued.

★ Price takes notice of how you attempt to cover your mouth, trying your best to keep you both from getting caught, or anyone hearing you. But your captain was bold, dangerous even. A small smirk crosses his face, moving to grab at your hand gently before snatching up both of your wrists, holding this down in an attempt to keep you from silencing yourself. You try to say something to him about it, only for the sentence to be broken apart as it leaves your lips at the feeling of him picking up his speed. You’re aware you’re being louder than what you’re used to, knowing the walls of his office aren’t that thick. He coos at your reaction to this new territory, wanting to see where this would lead, only if something interesting would happen of course.

★ “You wouldn’t mind getting caught, huh, puppy?,” he teases, his tone making you want to hide away with your face in his neck. Usually he wasn’t this persistent on something like that, but who knows, that’s just what some men are like. It felt like your brain had melted, only nodding along to his words. Any unsuspecting person walking by would assume the only logical reason for those noises, but most are far more curious than others. Gaz decided he could probably drop back in later to ask the captain another question about what they were discussing, but something threw him off. Once he approached Prices office door, he heard something odd. He wasn’t unfamiliar with those kind of noises, but damn, at work?? He would’ve assumed himself crazy, assuming it was some dumb recruits getting it on in their poor captains office! He rolls his eyes as he pushes open the door, getting ready to throw out every order in the book before realizing what was happening in front of him.

★ Price and him make direct eye contact, the captain not stopping, or even slowing, the thrust of his hips. Kyle stands there stunned like a deer in headlights, stuttering out incoherent words. He nearly slams the door shut, but he’s unable to do so as he still looks on, almost mesmerized as you release onto yourself, noises of pleasure still escaping you. The captain smirks and looks back and forth between both you and Gaz, an almost inviting look in his eyes. Kyle quickly shuffles into the room awkwardly, his hands gesturing to words that won’t seem to leave his mouth just yet. He points at you, and back to the captain, and then thinks for a second. Price chuckles and rolls his eyes, fake annoyance present in both actions. “Well, you gonna stand there and look dumb, or are ya gonna come join us, sergeant?,” Price teases, his movements finally slowing down as you finally acknowledge Gazs presence, almost too blissed out to be embarrassed about it.

★ Well damn, what did he have to lose? So as expected, he quickly double checks outside the captains office once more, before moving swiftly near you both. Price slows his thrusts even more, watching intently as Gaz examines what he wants to do. He looks up at Price, searching for some kind of permission as you are moved off of the wall slightly, Kyle slipping in behind you. Your tail begins to sway excitedly as you begin to imagine what’s about to come next, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you look between both of the men. You feel like you’re in a dream, the fact this is an actual experience is making your head even more cloudy. As expected, Gaz pulls out his cock, giving it a few strokes after spitting into his hand. He moves to place his head onto your shoulder, pushing his cock in alongside the captains. The feeling makes you want to scream, feeling full and desperate at the same time.

★ They both begin to move in and out of you, creating a smooth rhythm that sends you over the edge again, huffing and moaning as another orgasm is pulled from you. Gaz has his hands planted on you, attempting to have a secure hold on you as the captain does the same. Both men set a brutal pace, tears welling in your eyes as you bite at your lip, it almost being too much for poor you. You’re bit on the neck and shoulder by both men as they both release into you, one after the other. They stop to rest after a bit, your legs trembling as they pull out of you. You whine at the loss, still wanting more. Price mumbles a few words to the sergeant before you’re moved over to the captains desk, being bent over across it as your stomach rests on it. You let out a noise of confusion as you look around a bit, only for Price to move in front of you. He gently caresses your head before you feel a pair of hands behind you.

★ You don’t have time to react as you feel Gaz plunge his cock into you, a noise of surprise and pleasure rushing from your lips as your hands grab at nothing on the desk. “Such a good puppy for us, love. Fuck.”, you hear the sergeant grunt out as he enters you. Tears form in your eyes again as Kyle immediately starts off with a rough pace, looking up at Price with a pouty lip and tucked down ears. He reaches his hand down to gently pet at your head, his other hand stroking at his cock as he moves closer to the desk. You already know what’s coming, opening your mouth obediently before you’re even told what to do. The older man chuckles as he grabs ahold of your hair roughly, shoving his cock into your mouth. Drool leaks from around his dick as you gag, feeling Gaz give you a light smack on your ass. Your tail swishes around, happier than ever to be getting treated like this. You’re aware of how gentle they’ll be when they’re done with you, but a small part of you wishes this could go on forever.

★ So yes, I do think Price is a kind man who likes to share <3

★ ~ tags: @rodolfoparras

GOD IM TIRED enjoy this gn

[burstinn]

REQUEST!

as a male!Reader, I feel very represented in your works,

could you write a male!Reader that’s really tall? Like, humongous? In hight, and body? (In the military as well)

I always see male!Readers that are so small and tiny and baby.

like, no. You get me? Just saying. Thanks!

Male! Reader with the height and body of a goddamn Monster.

(Headcanons)

Note: some mentions on top reader but I like to keep it ambiguous. So you can read it as a switch! Reader. This is a quick drabble of some Hcs

People shown: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Keegan, Graves, Nikto, König, Horangi, Logan Walker,Roach, Makarov, Krueger

-Reader is 6'5.

-Basically built like the Russian terminator guy

GHOST

- Got shocked when he first saw you, wanted to seem more intimidating than you.

-So he puffed out his chest and glared at you.. Bro wants to challenge you nahh 😭😭🙏🙏

-You would fold him tho ngl (in the ring and in bed fr fr)

-when he got comfortable with you kinda jealous his title of the big, tall intimidating man got taken away.

-When you sparred with Ghost it was a tough fight but you managed to get Ghost in a chokehold wrapping one of your tough bulging sexy ass arms around Ghost's neck.

-Never knew he wanted to be man handled so bad it was Hot he had to excuse himself and run off because he got hard.

-Starts imaging if your cock is just as big.. Spoiler alert.. It is..

SOAP

-Looks at you then Ghost mind blown that there was someone more humongous than Ghost

-Teased Ghost for awhile

-Drools over your pecs..

-He totally dreams of being crushed by you..

Or being crushed between Ghost and you.. Or both..

-Asks if he could feel your guns (Your arms..)

(IT COULD ALSO BE YOUR HUGE THROBBING CO-)

-Keeps glancing at your cock. Even though it's clothed.. I mean look at you.. Your manhood is basically too tight for your pants he can literally see your outline.

-Soap asked if he could measure your Length.. So he could see how far it could go inside of him YK?! YOU UNDERSTAND.

GAZ

-More interested than having dirty thoughts.

-Keeps asking how you got that big

-Wants to be just as strong as you

-Cutie patootie (T_T)

-Basically hangs around you to see how you work

-Even follows you so he could watch you train and spar

-Asks about your diet and if how your body looks is genetic

-inspired by you. Like a child (😭😭WHALUAAHHAH GAZZ)

PRICE

-Beneficial for him I mean he gets to have another soldier that's just as intimidating as Ghost.. Maybe even more.

-Is like a proud father

-Talks to everyone about you and how bla bla bla

-Trains with you

-He'd show you tricks and tips on how he trains and you show him tips and tricks on how you train

-Probably has a picture of you at his desk.. Beside the other pictures of his other not biological family. Aka. The whole 141..basically has a pic of everyone they all family up in 'ere

KEEGAN

-Heh.. Yknow.. Pictures..

-In the showers in lockers makes sure he's there near so he can see you in all your glory

-Probably had wet dreams about you

-Also makes sure he's there when your training. It's not like he's obvious everyone there is fuckin watching you

-What's that? You wearing a compression shirt? 🤨🤨 nuh uh in the sex chamber you go 👉

-Touching, touching, touching EVERYTHING

NIKTO

-Quiet

-What the fuck

-Silent panicking

-Jealous very jealous

-Compares himself to you, would train harder just so he can look like you (bb nooo 😭😭)

-Would watch also how you train your body so he could copy it

-You caught him once training in the middle of the night.. And he's using your technique on how you use the punching bags.. He's just getting some stuff wrong..

-When he notices you he got.. Slightly embarrassed and angry.. Panicked inside when you came closer asking him if he was using your technique in training

-You trained him properly on how you do it.

-so like now.. You train him in the middle of the night..

GRAVES

-same as price shows you off but more in an annoying way

-Hes boasting

-Would face you off against his strongest shadows no diff you still win.. Yuuuhhh

-Subtle touching like hand on shoulder, arm, head whatever.

KÖNIG

-Relieved that he has someone that looks like him.. Albeit slightly shorter.. Still!

-Got nervous meeting you first.. Forced himself to act tough to impress you I mean he is a colonel

-Makes sure to be in missions with you. Wants to see you in your most serious and intimidating

-Got intimidated himself once he saw how you act on field

-Tries to be on your good side the whole time

-One day he was watching you and just started thinking about YOU KNOWWW!!

-Blasphemous! He got red and cried to Horangi about it

HORANGI

-You know about this guy

-He's silly

-He'd read fanfics thinking it's him and you

-he'd make fanfics too, about you and him maybe adds König

-Shows it to König all proud and shit as if König isn't looking at him with absolute horror in his face when he reads what Horangi wants to do with you or you with him.

-He's delusional

-Slapped your ass and blamed it on someone else that's near him. It was König.

-Is it as veiny as your arms? A man can only dream.

-gives you a soda can and tells you to crush it in your arms.. Better yet in between your legs.

-Would then tell you like "good now do my head"

-PlEASE let him be between your thighs

LOGAN WALKER

-Rolled his eyes when he saw you

-Avoids you like the plague

-Why doesn't he like you? No idea. He a big pussy bitch is what. He sad you get more dick n pussy than him.

-Complained about you to Hesh

-He may not like you. He can't lie tho. You are good at your job so like he can't do anything about that

MAKAROV

-Sex Chamber. Now.

ROACH

-Quiet around you..

-Looks up at you like a damn bug. It's cute. He likes it when he looks up at you

-He'd jump on you and crawls around like a cockroach

-haha funi jok

-Would use your shoulder as a seat.

-If you do pushups he'd be on top of your back

ALEX KELLER

-Oh..

-Audible gulp sound (haha he's drinking your seme-)

KRUEGER

-Curses in German

-Dreaming about HAHAHAHAAHAH

-If he's fingering his gun to clean it he just.. Thinks..

-If he sees YOU finger your gun to clean it.. That's it he's done.

-He's dragging you somewhere

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about retired!price, so insatiable with nothing to do, fingering his cunt and grinding against pillows with your musk thick shirt pressed up against his nose. his body becomes softer with nothing to do, love handles forming and a bigger belly growing, with thighs soft and jiggly, and an ass so pretty and plush like a sweet, juicy peach.

you're still away on deployment, a couple years younger than price and still in your prime. you can't wait for the day where you finally retire, where you can spend the rest of your days with your husband.

but price can't wait—he's paranoid that someone else will get your attention and steal you away from him. someone younger, more attractive, and despite your reassurance that such thing won't happen, it eats away at him. so he does the only logical thing he can come up with.

when you come back on break, you have a hard time getting john off you. he's insatiable, his fingers running all over your body, more than happy to pull down your pants and lavish your cock in affection. he'll throw you onto bed, remind you why exactly he was captain, and milk you for all you're worth. he'll run you dry and keep on going, as if he was young again. and sure, his legs burn, exhaustion nips at him, but fuck, he'll keep on making you cum inside his pussy if it means he'll have your kids.

[gildedkrone]

KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

Price, who is an excellent soft dom in the bedroom. Driven by pride and ego, he always sought to fulfil your pleasure before his own during your trysts. He’s always checking on you and making sure your emotional and physical needs are met through praises and mouthy lips on yours.

Price, who returns home from his job with a weary heart and tired body. The mission went south and kept him from his beloved sweetheart for an additional five days. He agrees in an instant and a few minutes later, his shirt is unbuttoned and his trousers are pulled down to his thighs.

“Luv, please … have mercy …” Price groans when his tip is pressed against your ass for the third time. It’s long, stiff, and stands proudly, and he would’ve gripped your hips if it weren’t for the cuffs on his wrists keeping his grubby hands off your body.

“Patience, captain.” You smirk when he lets loose another curse before his temper cascades into a deep growl when he’s finally had enough of your teasing. It’s been weeks and he had looked forward to burying himself balls deep in his lover for days to satiate his urges and needs. Only to be tied down to the bed with your clumsy rear taunting him.

It’s the furthest his dick has gone into you and you purr, “C’mon, you can beg for more.”

The yelp from your lips accompanies a ripping sound and hands clasp around your neck to flip your over with the captain settling on your pelvis. He’s fuming, oh he is, and by all means he is unimpressed as you backpedal with an uneasy laugh, “Hey, cap, no need to be so angry yeah? I’m just teasing you.”

The broken pieces of velcro tape laid by your forearms and your hips are jerking and twitching when his dick fills your greedy hole so quickly and you are instantly regretting your decisions. Price would absolutely breed you until you are a shivering mess, all loose and strengthless with his seed spilling out around your white rim and onto the bed. Your torso, painted white from your own release and sticky and if Price is feeling really bold, licks a line between from your navel to your chest through the mess.

Make no mistake; Price may not be the youngest man you’ve been with but he’s got that stamina to just keep going and by the third round, he is only partially satiated while you are out of the count. He doesn’t stop of course, and you are bred over and over again until your ass hurts and your dick shoots blanks.

He makes good on his threat, and when he’s done, he rests his wet cock on your chest and runs the bath to get you cleaned up before he is snuggling you under the covers.

König is also a soft dom but, occasionally, he does have a mean streak which manifests itself in dirty talk and aggressiveness. The man works very hard in his career, how else would he be a colonel at 34, and needs an outlet for his stress occasionally and what better candidate than his boyfriend—you?

König knows he is much larger than your previous partners and is always cautious of being rough in bed with you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, even if you are built Ford tough. But you know to bring out the colonel in him, all you need is to tease him relentlessly and act like a spoilt brat before he is putting a stop to it.

“Schatz, bitte! B-bitte!” He pulls on the restrains as you slide off his dick again. König’s so damn hard from just the initial few touches and his muffled groans are much louder when his dick lodges itself between your cheeks. He’s desperate for you to just move.

“Kö, c’mon, where’s that self-restraint? Aren’t you a soldier or something?” Long auburn hair is messily splayed on the pillow and he wiggles his hips to get some friction on his neglected length even when you tut gently to keep his hips in place.

He pants, “N-no more … Let me feel you, bärchen. I’ll make you feel good, I promise ah!”

“Kö, what kind of colonel begs so easily? Should I tell your coworkers?” His eyes flash with indignation and the straps on the bedframe is pulled taut and then, snaps as König grabs your hair and pulls you off his hips. You barely register the pillow against your face before he pulls your hips up and his fat dick pushes past a tight rim into heat with a sigh from the colonel and it stings when he slaps your ass and gives you a good stroke.

“You are really asking for it, schatz. Do you need to be punished?” And by god, you are absolutely going to be screaming into the pillows as he uses your body like his cock sleeve. He will joke about his handprints on your hips later and you whine as the punishing pace begins and his cruel laughter fuels the drool falling from your lips.

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[killmeprettypleasee]

SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAT

Warning: age gap reader is 24 and Price is 35, Brat reader, kinda mean Price(?).

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You and Price had been married for just a year now, you and him had been even more close than you two started dating.

He had been sweet to you, and he's very well mannered,, so you were quite thankful to have him as your husband.

But currently you decided to be a brat and start a tantrum every minute of the day,, and fuck did it annoy John..

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Suddenly you were shoved to the bed, your body dipping into the soft foam, Price has a devious look in his eyes causing you to shiver slightly at the eye contact.

"You little bitch,, you just don't know how to keep that mouth of yours shut?"

John harshly spoke out causing you to whimper.

Suddenly your pants along your boxers were ripped off and legs had been spread forcefully and folded, now your head was inbetween your knees, Price grabbed the back of your ankle and pushed it down to have a good look at your hole, He licked his lips and pulled his cock out.

By the table side drawer he grabbed a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his cock, He couldn't wait to shove his cock deep into your depts,, your warmth,, he just wanted to claim that ass of yours.

But gladly John has some self control to help him resist not to go hard on you yet, your eyes began to go glossy abd tears slowly poured into thin lines, It was a sight to see that his bratty husband was getting nervous to get fucked by him, He loved that look and couldn't help but smirk.

"looks like the little brat actually knows how to shut the fuck up huh?"

Suddenly Price began to shove his cock deep into your ass hole, You let out little whines and cries as he sinked in to your depths.

"J-john.. n-ngh s-slow down.."

You cried softly,

"shut up."

Price replied with a harsh scowl and thrust into you, hitting your prostate head on causing you to jerk up when his hips slammed against your ass.

This caused you to see stars when his hips began to piston in and out of you, small cries and begs left your lips as your hole was being ravished by him.

Now you were a crying and whimpering mess beneath his muscular form, His hands gripped on both on your back knees, pressing them down and folding you like paper.

After round after rounds, Price grew exhausted and when he came he fell untop you and fell unconscious from the tiring in and out of his cock into you.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling weak amd your hips sore, you looked down at him,, gazing at his face then held him close.

You thanked the gods that he was done, and you finally learned a lesson today..

[yandere-kokeshi]

Warnings: Yandere, Hybrid AU, male reader, anal sex, creampie.

This is not edited, I also got this idea from @konigsblog! Love her, sm /a <3

I can’t stop thinking about Dragon! Price using his strong tail during sex. Doesn’t matter where or how. His tail has to be involved in some way.

Of course, he uses it during cuddling. Different ways to bring you closer. Or how he grabs objects near you two, especially if it's portays your very cock.

He mostly uses it on your cock and balls, or his very own, or your tight hole.

It’s messy. But it’s how he likes it, no?

As of now, John is jumping on your cock, hands on your shoulders as he bounces up and down, his sharp teeth nipping and biting deep into your neck.

John lickes the wounds, sucking the swollen skin even more as you groan out; pain and pleasure were an odd thing to mix. Yet, he feels so good, so well fitted for your large cock.

Lost in the vast of pleasure, you never seem to notice his sly tail until it’s too late; curving around your muscled cheeks.

You gasp. Moaning at the continuous abuse of your beloved dragon and the fact of not expecting the cold scales against your naked globe or the warmth coming from John’s breath.

"What—" you begin, "Why– fuck...— the tail?"

John chuckles, slowing down his pace as his slitted, reptilian eyes look at yours. "It has its own mind, yeah?"

You made a small sound, a mix of a groan and eep before feeling the thick appendage begin to circle around your puckered hole.

It really did have a mind of its own, didn’t it?

John couldn’t help but smile, beginning to pick up his own speed while he’s perched up on top of you — hands still hooked upon and around your shoulders for balance as he leaned forward.

Dragging his erect cock against your tummy, he spreads his cum. His smell,

You’re such a good mate taking him so well, yet he decides to add something to the mix. Letting him add his other body – his tail – inside you. Curling your toes all handsomely as you adjust to its length.

You grit your teeth, heaving as a light layer of sweat litters both of your bodies.

"Lemme enter, hm?" John hums nicely, and you can’t refuse him. So you do, so oh gently.

He suppresses a sound – feeling even more heated. You, on the other hand, have your eyes tightly closed and moan so loud you’re sure the next door neighbors could hear the lewd activities.

You’re nearly crying, feeling the tail enter you to its full extremity where it wouldn’t kill you.

Price chuckles, nudging his face into your neck, feeding your sensitive neck with his scratchy beard as he resumes fucking you.

"Fuck– so pretty with my tail in yah," John hums, grabbing your cheeks before kissing you deeply; his tongue fighting dominance over yours.

Your eyes look at his — misty eyes. You seem to loose touch. Maybe with reality.

Everything clenches with friction. Your tight hole accepting the full him, sliding into you with the thinnest to the thickest part of his tail. Or how his own hole is so wet, taking your large cock with grace as he fumbles over his words.

"Fu–ucckk—" John breathes out, his right wing expanding, gripping your shoulder so unbelievably hard that you’re sure it'd leave bruises.

His hands drop down from your shoulders, beginning to glide over and down across your back, nails scratching at your redden skin.

"Oh– fuck, I love you."

With a single thrust upwards and John going downwards, you cry out loud as his rich cum releases all over your chest, staining your body as you also let yourself go.

Pumping pulse after pulse of thick cum deep inside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his own seed going at it.

"Fuck– ya' so amazin'".

And you don’t know if its the cock drunk, dragon behavior, or you pumping him full up his guts — but your cock pulses, eagrily telling you both that between his tight hole, and your own of his thick tail, you’re begging for a new round with this new added fun.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about how Price wouldn’t want to be in a fwb relationship but he is in one without realizing it.

Cw: suggestive, pining, friends with benefits, friends to ?, splash of angst

Price has got this friend back home from his recruiting days or at least that’s what he says when 141 asks who you are.

“A friend,” “Good guy,” “nothing to worry about,” Price says to 141 as they step foot inside your vacation house and it turns out he wasn’t lying. You cook them dinner, you let them borrow your pool or private gym or whatever you got on your estate and you’re even able to provide each one of them a room of their own for the night and while they’re ecstatic about their sleeping arrangements they can’t help but wonder where the captain will be sleeping.

But they quickly get their answer when they see the captain stumbling out of your room, in only sweats, hair wet as if he just took a shower and a cigar snug between his lips. Whoever catches him in the act, is quick to disappear from the crime scene

When they return back to base Soap or even Gaz is the first to mention your relationship with the captain, joking about how they didn’t think there was a sane person in the world who was willing to date Price but Price just looks confused as ever while swiftly explaining that he isn’t dating anyone.

Ghost who doesn’t even want to participate in this conversation is the one to mention how someone had seen Price walking out of your room that night and although Price freezes in place a red hue tinting his face, he swiftly explains that the two of you aren’t dating but that sometimes you do hook up - well he says it under his breath stumbles over his words before he manages to get out a sentence.

“Like friends with benefits? Didn’t know you were the type to do those kinds of things captain” Gaz says with a brow raised trying to keep the smile off his face

Price is quick to correct Gaz telling him you aren’t friends with benefits. You just hook up when the mood feels right like when the two of you had dinner together that you had cooked for him and watched some shitty movie he’d been eager to see, but the way your thighs brush against each and the way bloods pooling to his lower half seems more interesting than the movie you’re watching or maybe when the two of you are drinking beer on your porch while watching the sunset or sunrise together and it just feels right to make out. That isn’t what being friends with benefits is right?

The rest of the group doesn’t argue any further. They let it go but Price doesn’t, cant stop thinking about it especially when he’s over at your house, you’ve had some nice dinner, watched some game and drank some beer and this is the part where you take him to your bedroom but you’re doing none of that instead you’re rushing around the house getting yourself ready because you have a date tonight

And Price is kind of frozen in place, doesn’t know what to say because what the hell is there even to say? The two of you are friends that sometimes hook up. It wasn’t an arrangement of some sort. It was just something that happened whenever it felt right and you weren’t obligated to do it every time and you could sure as hell go on and date whoever you want so why does it hurt? Especially when he crawls into your bed- your shared bed while you’re away for your date , the bed has never felt this big and Price has never felt this empty

[sexydoffyman]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do a male reader x cod where (Maybe Rudy, Price or Krüeger) find out reader is a virgin after they've been secretly pining for him for months but his been oblivious to their flirting

OBLIVIOUS

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genre: smut

characters: John Price

A/N: Sorry for not posting for such a long time.

He was obsessed with you even before he found out. Your virginity was just a bonus point. He wanted to be the one. The one who you'd trust enough to take your virginity.

Some people would say you were too young for him. But that was exactly what he liked about you. You were always so energetic. You fuelled his tired life. Army was more of a routine for him than you. It was just another day for him. But you were always so fired up for a new mission.

He found it beautiful.

He wanted to be your guide. He had a lot more experience than you did. He wanted to show you how a real man is supposed to treat you since you were younger than him. He was flirting with you, mostly using physical touch. Still, he was being a gentleman about it.

You always thought of it as him trying to support you or be friendly. Him patting your back a little too low after a successful mission was not just a coincidence. He liked it when you rested your body against his while at the bar.

Not even mentioning you getting drunk was a great source of entertainment to him. You stayed in his office, not letting him get lonely when filling out the paperwork. (A/N: I had to resist making reader betray Price so hard.)

He knew he couldn't get more sexual since you never flirted back. He was very careful not to scare you or make you uncomfortable. He didn't want to lose you.

The others saw it very well. A slight hint from Soap was all it took to make you realize that he was, in fact, flirting with you. And god, you were bold. Making jokes left and right. You got more touchy eventually. Same with you getting drunk was an entertainment for him seeing him do "old people stuff" was your entertainment.

On cold nights, he held you close. He always chuckled at your confidence.

You sat next to him on a couch. He was looking over at some paperwork, and you were there to keep him company. He was distracted by his paperwork. On the other side, you were fully focused on his face, his movements. You eventually zoned out, which he has been waiting for.

He put his palm on your thigh, catching you off guard. You always thought how he'd act if he wanted to seduce you. You were dead wrong. Instead of being slow and patient, he was firm and passionate.

He pulled you closer to him. You were startled by his sudden act. He found it amusing how you were so confident just a second ago. He pulled your legs up on the couch and put them around his waist. You finally calmed down and even found his approach exciting.

He pushed you down onto the couch, using his body weight to pin you down. He slowly pulled your pants down. "I've longed to do this for such a long time." He whispered about all the things he was thinking of doing back then while performing all the unholy acts on you.

You looked so lovely when he pushed his length inside. You felt so tight on him. He grabbed your dick and toyed with it while ruthlessly fucking you into a mess.

It's your first time, after all. You won't be able to just stand up and go.

[the-whispers-of-death]

The Proposal

This is part of a series of Drabbles, here are Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven.

John Price took you, Grumpy!Reader, to the fanciest restaurant he could afford. He gently lead you inside the restaurant, seeing you in your suit/dress.

"This is a nice restaurant and I appreciate you managing to get a reservation here, but how did you manage to surpass all of the people that must've been higher up on the waitlist?" you asked as you both were guided by the server to your table.

"There was a long waitlist, you're right," John said as he pulled out your chair for you. He then sat in his own chair once you were sat. "But the owner of this restaurant actually is an old friend from the military. She was kind enough to do me this favor."

You raised an eyebrow at that, surprised, but you just shrugged it off after a few seconds.

You were curious at to why your boyfriend was taking you to such a fancy restaurant and the day before, you had been wracking your head to wonder if you forgot it was your anniversary. It wasn't your anniversary, so you were even more perplexed. But you weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The entire dinner you were trying to figure out what John's purpose of this dinner was, managing to enjoy the dinner despite your curiosity. And then came after the dinner.

You two left the restaurant after John paid for everything, despite your insistence to split the bill with him. John led you to the nearby park, piquing your curiosity once more.

"I know you're wondering what we're doing here, my love," he murmured as he brought you over into the gazebo. His gruff voice was so soft, almost lyrical.

You nodded, your eyes searching the gazebo which was oddly enough lit up with candles all around it. "Yes, what are we doing here?" you asked.

John let go of your hand and made your usual indifferent expression shatter as your jaw dropped when he got down on one knee.

"My love, {Name}, I've spent this past year being the happiest I've ever been in my life," he said, starting his speech. "You're an amazing partner and even more amazing parent. You're the light in my life, you and your child. I wake up every morning and am ecstatic to start the day with you two. I've already gotten your kid's approval and now I want to make it official, I want to be your husband and I want to adopt our child."

"Will you marry me, {Name}?" he asked, his blue eyes locked onto your eyes. He waited with abated breath, hoping you'd say yes.

"Yes!" You answered as your expression turned from shock to pure happiness. You flung yourself into John's arms. "Yes, yes, yes! I'll marry you!"

John's breath was taken away before he let out a chuckle full of giddiness. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and stood with you in his arms, spinning the two of you around. "Oh, thank God! I'll make you happy for the rest of our days, my love," he promised. "You and our child both. You will both want for nothing."

Your hands reached up to cradle his face in them as he set you down. "You already make us both happy, John," you replied, smiling down at him. "I love you."

"I love you too." He leaned up and kissed you in a kiss that was so sweet, it melted the coldness around your heart. He then pulled away slightly, his breath gently hitting your lips as he spoke.

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[princeguri66]

"our sergeant keeps kissing us when he's drunk, how do we tell him we'd like for him to kiss us while he's sober as well." -TF 141

TF 141 x very affectionate while drunk male reader

All fluff!

Building off of my old drunk clingy reader thing..

You have too much affection for the task force in your heart for your own good. When you're sober you at least hold it off, suppress it, unsure on how your friends would think about it. At most it's an arm around the waist or shoulder. Trying to not be too affectionate in fear of making them uncomfortable. Unbeknownst to you, they absolutely live for it.

When you're drunk all that self restraint goes away, other than clinging to their side you also very much enjoy giving them little pecks all over their face.

You have Soap leaning on your front, his back connected to your chest as you turn his head around to kiss his face, smooshing his cheeks as you do so. Kissing all the way from his brow to his jaw, rubbing your cheek against his and then resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzle your head into his neck as you leave him a blushing mess.

And when you're sticking next to Gaz, your hands wrapping around him, trapping him in your embrace as you leave kisses on his cheekbones and kiss the tip of his ear. Your lips touching every surface that you can get your hands (well lips) on. Leaving kisses on his shoulders as well.

Ghost sitting facing you as you intertwine your hands with his, and slowly lift said hands to your lips, kissing each knuckle and moving up to his covered face, placing kisses where he can still feel it through the fabric of his balaclava, like his cheeks and his chin. Maybe even his ear. You can't see it but he's beat red from his face down to his neck.

Sitting on the couch together with Price, your thighs touching and you have an arm on his shoulders, you can't help but keep staring at the man and as he turns to look at you you place a small kiss in the middle of his eyebrows, moving to kiss the corner of his eyes and moving your other arm to grab his face and smoosh his cheek in to your lips and give him an audible kiss and moving your lips to kiss the corner of his mouth. Only the best for your captain.

The next day always follows you furiously apologizing to the team, hoping you didn't make them uncomfortable but they always brush it off, always assuring you that it was fine and they don't mind it. They don't mind it at all, in fact, they're patiently waiting for the day you'll kiss them without having the help of alcohol.

[batfleshh]

Secret

Captain Price x M!DogHybrid!Reader

Warnings: MORE HYBRID SHIT, I’m in a Price mood Ngl, bjs and shit, uhh workplace sex?? Idk, cigar smoking, uhh idk you’re under a desk and someone comes in, gay, bleh, no established relationship?, not proof read

★ Being hired as a hybrid to work with the Task force meant many responsibilities. A lot of those responsibilities meant being around the captain a lot. You didn’t complain, following orders was just something you were meant to do. If he called for you, you would come. Like a dog to its owner, you didn’t complain or get annoyed when you saw him. You were fine with the captain, even enjoying his company from time to time. Sometimes he would just call you in to sit in his office, strike up a conversation involving a topic or two before sending you on your way. It didn’t bother you, even if it was just to collect a few pieces of information from you.

★ Some would even make jokes about you two getting it on in his office, Price quickly shutting down the idea being spread by any dumb rookie. You would just chuckle at the comments, the way he would immediately stop the words from spreading would surprise you. It wasn’t like it was a lie, anyway. When someone would bring up that joke, your mind would immediately skip to what you did in his office last night. Your ears would twitch on your head, tail wagging out of sight while Price chewed out the recruit. He was hot when he was serious, you weren’t going to lie. You were always more than excited when he would use that tone on you, too. The way he could easily command you always made your stomach feel warm, the instinct to be obedient to him made it easier for you to comply.

★ The jokes floating among the rookies weren’t just pulled out of thin air, most of the time. A few could swear on their lives that the few times they’ve walked by his office, muffled groans could be heard on the other side. Others, they heard quiet whimpers, or the quiet rocking of his desk. Maybe the captain just liked to do certain activities in his office, and no one had the balls to ask what they were. But deep down, they all came to the conclusion that Price was in there having his way with you. The way you submit to him wasn’t unnoticed, even though it could just pass as you being a loyal hybrid.

★ And maybe that was what it was that was making you like this, the need to please an authority figure making you more vulnerable to him. And for the many times noises were heard, that’s exactly what was happening inside. The shuffling of a desk rocking and the whimpers were no mistakenly the heard sound, the captain fucking into you at a brutal pace as you were bent over his desk. Tears collected in your eyes as you moan and whine, his rough hands holding you in place. One of his hands was kept on your neck, holding you still. The other was holding onto that tail of yours, keeping it from getting in the way. In a way, he found its frantic movements adorable, your body giving non verbal signs of enjoyment.

★ Then there was the groaning, that one giving itself away sometimes. You would be in his office, snug sitting under his desk on your knees. You had come in maybe thirty minutes before, a hazy look in your eyes as he looks up at you from his papers. He calls you over, asking every appropriate question before inviting you under his desk. He makes sure you want it, grabbing your chin gently and making you look up at him. He asks one more time for good measure, finally letting you free his cock from his pants as he continues to smoke on his lit cigar. After a few minutes, your slowly easing his cock into your mouth, quiet whimpers leaving your throat.

★ Price doesn’t force it in, or pull it out of your mouth. He knows to let you take your time, this being some sort of stress reliever to you. Every once in a while he’ll reach down and stroke his hand through your hair, chuckling at the sound of your tail thumping against the wood of his desk. The smell of the cigar fills your nose as you continue to suck on his cock, your eyes still holding that hazy hue as you look up at him most of the time. At one point, he blows the smoke of the cigar playfully down at you, chuckling as you groan and try to swat the smoke away. You both sit in a comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each others company.

★ Well it was quiet, until you heard the unmistakable sound of a knock on the door. You panic, sitting up quickly only to hit your head on his desk. You whine, rubbing at your now throbbing head as you look up at Price, panicked. He gently shushes you, grabbing your chin and slowly guiding you back to his cock. You open your mouth obediently, even though your eyes hold so much confusion. He presses a finger to his lips, a small “shh” sound leaving from behind it as he moves his chair closer to his desk. You choke slightly on his cock, small noises leaving you as you wait for his instructions. What surprises you is when you hear a very audible “come in!” from the captain, your eyes holding a slight sense of fear. He just sneaks his hand down slowly to gently rub at your ears, putting his cigar out as the person walks in.

★ Its a casual conversation on details for a mission you’re all going on, Prices hand leaving from below the desk to shuffle around some files on top of it. The recruit stays longer than you would like for them to, taking Prices cock out of your mouth and licking at his tip. You smirk slightly as he glances down at you, fully aware of what you’re doing. Your tail thumps quietly against the floor, almost wanting for you both to get caught. Price clears his throat and leans back slightly and continues talking to the recruit, his foot slowly moving to press down on your tail, a quiet noise of shock leaving you as his boot holds it in place.

★ When the recruit finally leaves, Prices chair is moved back out, his foot moving off of your tail as he glares down at you. You give him a playful smile, yelping somewhat in surprise as his hand moves to the back of your head. Your head is forced down on his cock, pathetic whimpers and small gags leaving you as he guides your head on his length, drool seeping from around his cock as you let him do it. Tears prickle in your eyes as he stills his movements, hand pressing your head down and releasing down your throat. He slowly eases his dick out of your mouth, watching you cough quietly and swallow. He hands you a small water bottle he has sitting on his desk, tucking his cock back into his pants as you drink from it. He moves his chair out to let you leave, only for you to shake your head. He hums, moving back in and letting you follow through with your own idea as he moves to his papers again. You hum contently, resting your head on his lap.

★ Who wouldn’t want that kind of attention from their Captain?

~ ★

[miguel-owhora]

john price n male!reader :33333

??!!!!!?!! — 18+ , trans!price , PIV , pregnancy k. , breeding k. , implied multiple orgasms , overstimulation

:33333333

Moans and light whimpers slip from John's mouth as he grinded down on your cock, his palms flat on your chest. He's panting, his skin flushed red and his hair damp with sweat. His pussy clings onto your cock, unwilling to let go.

He's not sure how long it's been, how many hours have passed by with him riding you, milking you; his pussy is overflowing with your delicious baby batter, and he prays it's enough to get his belly swelling.

John glances down at you and he pauses, slowly stopping as he stares at you with concern. You're out of it, dipping between being awake and knocked out. There's a bit of drool running down your mouth, and he finds it amusing.

"Muppet," John gently taps your cheek, and his concern spikes before it settles when you stir, eyes blinking awake. Except there's a familiar haze in your eyes as you stared back, pupils blown.

You mumble something incoherently, too fucked out of it to form proper words, and sleepily stare at him.

"My pussy too much for you, boy?" John murmurs, slowly resuming back to his grinding. His lips curl into a dark smile when you quietly groaned, and despite your cock being sensitive and overstimulated, it twitches, still hard.

"Mhm..." Your murmur, eyes closing again. "Feels s' good..."

"I'm sure it does." Price murmurs before suddenly lifting himself up and slamming back down, grinning when you whimpered and your hands clutched his waist. Price chuckled, darkly and a little mean-spirited.

"We aren't stoppin' until I say so, boy."

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[gildedkrone]

tbh all I've been thinkin about is being in a relationship with simon n John(price) n often seeing John as a top/dom to simon n like ending up trying to do that to simon only for it to backfire and get urself absolutely punished for trying, n when John comes home to it, he only just gives u both a kiss and asks why ur being punished but does no move to help u :333

KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

“’s that all you can do?”

Shut up. He drawls, honeyed strings of sin spilling from delectable lips and with a hint of mirth in his eyes at your pathetic inexperience when it came to … this.

“Shut. Up.” And punctuated by a thrust of your hips and his lips part slightly.

They part, like the gates of heaven but alas, he is soundless and each attempt strips away at your confidence in this … situation. You had seen Price do it on multiple occasions, so why was it not working on Ghost?

He is wholly unfazed by your attempts to move your hips and for the past fifteen minutes, he remains leery of your intentions to top him.

“Darling, just call it a day, yeah?” No!

The door clicks open to reveal the captain’s slack jawed expression at the scene before him. Ghost is laid on his back propped up by pillows while you are settled between his thighs with your dick in him on the giant sofa in the apartment.

“This is a hell of a welcome home, sweethearts.”

His clothes are quick work and he shuts the door before hands find themselves on your hips and they are calloused, rough in sensations familiar in a feeling of Price. You smell the cigar smoke in hints of woodsy scents when his face rests beside yours on shoulders to take in the view.

“Go on, give a thrust.” You follow his orders and Ghost grunts softly when his walls are pushed apart by the intruding head ending in a shiver. Lubed hands gently massage your ass and the fingers are dancing sensations of ill-concealed lust as Price hummed.

He comments something wrong about the angle of your thrusts—not deep enough and too shallow to elicit any pleasure. Ghost swipes a hand and Price tuts in admonishing noises.

Bring his legs up, lad. Behave, Simon.

The cocky glint in his eyes dares you and it’s a spear of ego, driving you to prove him wrong. To reduce Ghost to a crying, overstimulated mess beneath your body, of flesh ridden with pleasure, too much pleasure and eyes full blown. What a sight it would be, to reduce your superior to a whore of a man in otherwise calm and steadfast manner of a working man; to ruin that stupid collected nature of his demeanour and force moans and drool from that ironclad mouth.

“You’ve got a big dick, lad. Now you’ve just got to learn how to use it.”

Ghost’s muscled and lovely thighs are raised to rest on your shoulders and fuck! The first experimental thrust had you falling even deeper into his ass and ripping a frazzled moan from his stoic mouth. You welcomed Price’s chuckle as he doled out praise while he nudged his dick against your rear.

“Wait, Price—ah!” His grunt is something guttural when Price is fully seated within you in one flush movement. No complaints, lad? No, you tell him. His dick is nicely firm and girthy and the fingers around your hips tighten in preparation for what’s to come.

“Hold on, sweetheart. Let the captain demonstrate.” And then, his hips are slammed flush against yours. You thought it would end there but Price is still pushing to drive your dick home within Ghost. The lieutenant growls something fierce turn airy when Price gives a hard thrust while you are still fully seated in him.

His low chuckles are set against two other men struggling to comprehend the new bout of pleasure in their loins. Whipping the golden shimmery reins of lust again, your gasp is echoed by Ghost when the burn from this new position turns into something wild.

The wildfires of sin burning up in your unfulfilled bodies.

“Fuck! Love—slo-ow down!” The ever stubborn lieutenant still struggles to retain some sense of control. Unfortunately, his partners have no intention of acquiescing and a hand grasps the forgotten organ between his legs.

The first strokes, combined with the rough and persistent thrusts, drowns in him pleasure a lurid gold and the very first of many moans slip through his lips. It’s pumping your ego, to know that he is very much affected by it now. As much as you are with Price’s dick still doing wonders in you.

“See this, sweetheart? This is h-how you fuckin’ do it.” Breathy pauses punctuate his low whisper and you nod blindly while the pace of the tryst is set by the captain and gods above, it’s something carnal—the way Price is rocking into you and the biting of Ghost’s lips and the smattering of pink dusting his cheeks.

He looks so beautiful in the laces of eros, and you renew your thrusts together with Price to really drive the man to hell and back. Mutters and whines grows in volume in beats of “fuck!” and “luvvie!” from the man drunk on pleasure beneath your moving body.

Sweat coats his torso in a light sheen as his abs flex to tighten his core as he tightens around your dick suddenly. It makes you feel all the bigger within him and wrapped up in tight, wet heat are the waves of the high eroding at instincts and control as you concentrate on not cumming right there and then into an ass greedily sucking to keep you in.

Price’s arm comes to wrap around your torso and the thrusts stop. The hand on Ghost’s leaky and angry looking dick stills too and he growls when the pleasure plateaus.

“This what you wanted, darling?” You fervently nod and Price instructs Ghost to beg. The itch in the knot in his groin overpowers his dignity and all sense of shame; broken words are all he can form with quivering lips taut with tension.

Begs, like a cheap common whore for you to move. To do anything to quell that fuzz that is driving him insane with how it consumes his sanity. Price asks if you think he deserves to come. Ghost’s lips are parted to expose the pink tongue brushing across his bottom lip and the occasional fidgeting of that beautiful body all splayed beneath you. You painted him into a pleasure drunk man, seeking nothing but whatever will tip him over into promised ecstasy. He begs, a breathy voice.

“Darlings, please … please! H-have mercy—fuck—I can’t … Price, m-make him move, sweethearts, don’t—”

Price rumbles something affectionate and moves your hips as Ghost whimpers and ramble off phrases of “yes!”. Fuck, no wonder Price loved this position—the cock drunk expression on Ghost’s face and the flimsy shield the human ego is to pleasure—the tip leaking with pre—is tripping your ego all the way up.

“He’s close, darling. Let’s bring him home, yeah?”

Bring him home you will, and the thrusts are absolutely designed to hammer home pleasure in a pinpoint blowing out into skies of euphoria and on the very edge of human perception, where pain meets pleasure and blends into undecipherable sensations wracking the chains shackled around Ghost’s lust to finally tip the man into an orgasm.

He comes with a noisy shout and his walls clench around you vice like while his dick empties his cum in spurts of liquid across his chest. You fare no better and the sudden tightness of his clenching walls tips you over too and your thrusts turn sloppy amidst blasts of hot cum. His cries of “y-yes! fuck!” when you seed him accompanies his instinctual need to milk you of all you have to give. Price comes last, with a grip leaving marks for days and burying himself to the hilt before warmth floods your orifice and leaks out around the member gently softening with each thrust. The captain’s noise of release is cathartic; the stress of the day and job gently easing with his climax.

“H-hope you learned something, love.”

Judging by the fluttering of Ghost’s eyelids and the mess on his abdomen, the man is absolutely fucked into oblivion and basking in the afterglow. Cum dribbles out of his ass when you pull out and Price's hand stops you.

“He’s so pretty like this. Don’t you think so, sweetheart?”

Ghost is a debauched man, laying on the bed with pride bruised and ego clawed by your doing as his chest heaves with each deep breath loud as thunder. Price whispers—one more time, to show him what you’ve learnt.

Ghost barely has time to protest when your dick pushes past his rim as his eyes come alive with disbelief and fright anticipation. Pleasure bubbles in waves and the man grasps your hand in an attempt to halt what’s about to happen. The glint in your eyes paint something predatory and he protests in broken moans when you start rutting into him.

“Fuck! Luvvie … Y-yer fuckin’ heathens”—his slurred speech barely makes it past chapped lips when you thrust into his quivering ass still sensitive from just now—“I—I wer’ fuckin’—right fuckin’ there!”

His curses are blots of encouragement on the spiral of lust entangling into a knot in your groin. The poor lieutenant claws at your hands—indecisive in asking you to stop or to keep going and with his hole stuffed and his dick weeping, you are sure to fuck him into overstimulation and more.

Fuck, if the scene before doesn’t do something to you as he sings for you and the man behind you takes his pleasure in you. Just as it should be, with your lovers in a lust fest that would put the trials of the Greek gods to shame.

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