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aghostwrites · 1 year ago

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Doll

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Warnings: orgasm (male and female) oral (male and female), face sitting, dominant female, praise kink, mentions of trauma, helplessness, smut, NSFW, penetration, female empowerment, overstimulation, begging, she/her pronouns, he/him pronouns

paring: Captain Price x F!reader

word count: 8k

*minors do not engage*

extras: this is the longest fic we have written, please let us know what you think.

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Price lets his body weight rest against your back while his hands pin yours above your head. You wiggle to get free and he growls low in your ear. You thrust your hips into his working to get a knee under you so you can tip him over and escape. No luck. You tap the mat three times and Price removes himself from you. You turn over so you are lying on your back panting hard.

“You’re fighting like a man, stop it.” Price orders you, walking over to the edge of the sparring mat and picking up two towels and a bottle of water. “You are not built like us. Use that to your advantage.” He says while tossing a towel onto your still-collapsed body. You grunt and sit up wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel. He hands you the water and you take it nodding in thanks before downing half the contents.

“I have been fighting this way for half my life. It worked for me then, it should still work for me now. I don’t need special treatment or training, I’m a soldier like you.” You say when you have gained some of your breath back. You have spent the last few years working your way up the ranks in the British army to get to where you are. The newest member of the 141 Task Force, specifically requested by Captain John Price himself.

“No, it won’t,” Price growles. You glare at him and he glares back. “I’m trying to keep you from getting killed, Sergeant. The men you fought before now weren’t trying to actively kill you, these men will.” You scoff.

“You have read my file, you know that is a fucking lie.” Your eyes cast down looking at a sweat stain on the mat trying to distract yourself from the memory. Price sighs and comes to sit next to you on the mat.

“I hate to say it Sergeant, but that experience will be every day on the field. Tell me now if you can’t do this and I’ll transfer you back to your old squadron.” He says, sounding defeated. You whip your head up to meet his eyes, the shock quickly turns to rage.

“You do anything of the sort and I will make your life a living hell, Captain.” You growl out. Your old squadron is where you had the most difficulties. Men you thought to be not only your teammates but friends betrayed you. They wanted to knock you down a peg after you finally outranked them. They attacked a superior officer and were dishonorably discharged. You ended up with four weeks in intensive care. That is why Price ordered special combat training with him every morning before the briefings.

“That’s the spirit, lass. Come on, one last round.” Price grins and stands helping you up as well with an outstretched hand. You finish off the water before tossing the empty bottle and the towel back into the corner. You both get into a defensive stance, arms up and hands guarding your face. Your fists are clenched ready to throw the first punch but Price steps out of his stance, walks over to you, and grabs one of your hands.

He is gentle as he pries your hand out of a fist, his calloused fingers dragging across your skin as he holds your hand in an open palm. His hand doesn't leave yours as you stare up at him.

“Try this. Instead of immediately going into offensive, work with a loose defensive stance. Tire your enemy and misdirect their hits instead of blocking with your arms. Once you have them off-balance use your size to slip under them and take them down.” He says his deep blue eyes boring into you. You nod and suddenly the heat of his body is gone. He is back to his starting spot hands raised with closed fists. You shake your hands out then jump back into your stance this time with open palms.

He rushes forward and punches toward your chest. You instinctually block letting his arm hit you, definitely leaving a bruise before you remember you are supposed to be misdirecting. You move your arm so his hit slides off and he stumbles forward more than he was planning for. You duck under his arm and kick his knee. Price bucks backward but doesn’t fall.

“That’s it.” He praises raising to his full height again and facing you. “Keep that up, lass.” He brings his leg up and aims for your stomach. Redirect you remind yourself. So when you feel his foot barely press against your stomach you swipe your hand down and away from your body. His leg lands giving you an opening to his head or shoulder. You puch his face causing Price to stagger backwards. You take the second opening and dive for his legs, grabbing them both in your arms and pulling them together as you push forward. Price grabs your shirt when you bring him down to the mat with you causing it to rise and slip up over your head.

You let the fabric slide over your head, his hands now tangled in your shirt. With one arm you wrap around his and pull both his arms tight to your body, with the other you slip it out of the sleeve of your shirt and press your forearm to Price’s throat briefly cutting off his air. Your faces are inches apart and you are practically straddling him. Price lets his head fall back and taps your side three times. You jump off of him letting the shirt fall away completely so you are only in your sports bra and PT shorts.

“Fuck,” You groan and sit on the mat your energy completely drained. Price sits up to detangle himself from your shirt. He is grinning from ear to ear, the expression exposing the crow's feet around his eyes.

“Two weeks and you finally beat me. Nice job.” He tosses your shirt back to you. You catch it but fall backwards arms above your head and close your eyes in silent victory. When you open your eyes Price is standing over you his hand out to help you up again. You take it and he pulls you to his chest then quickly lets go. You wish he hadn’t, his body heat feels so nice against your cold sweat-dampened skin.

“Good work today, Sergeant. Hit the showers and be in the debriefing room in fifteen.” He says stepping off the mat and leaving you in the quiet training room to stew in your thoughts. You groan and fall back to the mat, you are used to guys taking it easy on you, Price doesn't do that. Instead, he treats you like a soldier, and you respect him for that. Except, these early morning private sparing sessions have got your head spinning. You know it’s wrong, it’s so wrong. He is your superior, yet.

“Fuck me,” You tell the room. You have developed a crush on your Captain. Not that it’s hard, it seems like everyone in the 141 except you is drop-dead gorgeous or has a voice that sends shivers down your spine. Out of the four men you now work with, why has your mind continuously wandered to Price and how he treats you? Soap is a non-stop flirt, Gaz is the closest to your age, and you are frankly scared shitless of Ghost but fuck if his voice isn’t sexy. Price, Price showers you with praise, something you are not used to. Could that be the factor for your attraction to him? It has to be, right?

You finally stand and head to the women's changing room to shower and prepare for the day. The hot water feels like heaven against your soar muscles and bruising skin, and still, you think of Price when he gently took your hand and ran his calloused fingers over your knuckles. How would his hands feel on other parts of your body? You turn the water to cold to help calm you down and quickly finish your shower. You dress faster than you showered and head to the briefing room. This will be your first mission with the 141, you need to have your head on straight.

“Well hello, Beautiful.” Soap calls when you open the door. You sigh and take a seat as far from him as you can.

“Price is running late.” Ghost says looking at the clock and then at you as if it is your fault. You hold up your hands.

“He left before I did,” You say. Price enters not long after looking refreshed and serious. He hits the lights and grabs a remote to turn on the projector.

“This is our target.” He clicks the remote and a face pops up on the screen. He then jumps right into describing how the mission will go and what everyone's jobs are. Since this is your first mission you will be out of the main fighting, instead you will be providing support as sniper recon. You preen, sniper is your favorite job since you are so good at it. Soap said you might be better than Ghost, which caused the masked man to glare at his field partner and growl. Gaz will be with Price securing the target while Soap and Ghost clear the way for evac.

“Wheels out at 1300.” Price dismisses everyone. You get up to leave but he calls you back.

“Yes, Sir.” You say standing at parade rest, feet apart and hands behind your back. You can and have stood in this position for almost 24 hours as punishment at your first base so this pose comes naturally and comfortably.

“Need a call sign for you.” He says. You are surprised, normally call signs are things you are given by your team or a nickname that sticks for whatever reason. You didn’t think Price would allow you to pick your call sign so you have nothing to offer him.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t have one.” You admit sheepishly. He looks at you, his gaze softening.

“It’s alright, do you have a nickname? Something from your early training days or from back home.” Yes, a word that has haunted you for years. A word that has been used as an insult and catcall since you started in the army. Your hands clenched into fists behind your back.

“Come on, doll. Just one more and you can be done.” Your First Sergeant mutters next to your ear as he leans down next to you a heavy hand on the small of your back pressing you down as you try and finish your final push-up. One more and you are finished with Physical training for the day. Most of your battalion have left after finishing their PT for the day, but a few members remain. Their smiles are sinister watching your First Sergeant mock you.

“Over here, doll. I have a nice warm seat for you.” One of your teammates shouts over the room patting his lap. There are no other free seats so you opt to stand in the back but he grabs your arm as you pass. He tries to pull you into his lap but you twist out of his grip. “Come on, doll. Don’t be mean. I’m only trying to make you feel like part of the guys.”

You stand in the rain in full-field gear. You zone out trying to make it through this hellish drill. Your drill instructor steps close his face inches from yours as he starts to scream at you. “What the fuck is that look on your face, Private? You are a soldier, not a doll. Act like it.”

“That’s it doll, cry for us.” Your teammate says looking down at your beaten body. Five other members of your team, men you considered friends until that moment, are laughing with him. “Think you're a big shot now. Well, let me tell you something.” He kicks you in the stomach causing you to cry out in pain. You black out before you can hear what he is going to say.

“No, Sir. I don’t have one.” You tell Price. He looks at you as if he could see the memories playing like a movie through your eyes. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes giving you a reassuring touch.

“That’s alright. We’ll figure something out for this mission but let me know if you think of something.” He says then motions for you to exit the room ahead of him. You quickly walk to your barracks room to get ready for the mission.

……….

Packing doesn’t take long, so you spend the rest of your time sitting in your bed reading a book. The book has been on your ‘To Read’ list for a while now but isn’t interesting. Your mind keeps thinking about Price asking you about a call sign. Even the men of the 141 have all called you “Doll” at one point in time, they quickly stopped once they noticed how angry you got towards them shortly after hearing the pet name. You could make up your own name and be happy with it, no one would ever call you Doll again because you would be respected. Have a name that people will respect instead of constantly calling you pet names that do nothing but make your skin crawl.

So, why do you keep thinking about that name? When you try to think about something else, your mind shifts to thinking about Price that morning holding your hand. You are getting frustrated with your head and the book does nothing to distract you like it should.

The book is a remake of Beauty and the Beast, Stockholm syndrome, and taboo love with a monster. You wonder what kind of beast Price would be if you lived in a fantasy world. With how much he smokes you immediately picture him as a dragon, his horde the soldiers he takes care of. Including you.

You snap the book closed and jump off the bed. Restless you pace the small room until you find yourself in the private bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are glassy and your face resting. You can see it when you look like that, the reason everyone calls you doll. You look like painted porcelain, if only everyone could see the cracks you hide.

A knock at your door pulls you from your reflection.

“Hey, Captain is calling everyone to the mess hall,” Gaz says through your door. You open it to see him raising his hand to knock again. “Sorry, I wasn't sure if you were asleep or not. No one has seen you all morning.”

“Reading,” You tell him walking out of your room and down the hall Gaz following next to you.

“What book?” He tried to make small talk. You tell him the name of the book but stay silent.

“Is it any good?”

“No,” You say. You don’t mean to sound harsh, but your brain has been your worst enemy today and it has not left you in a good mood. Gaz is a part of your team now, you can trust him.

‘But you did that before and look where you ended up.’ A voice in the back of your head whispers. You shake your head and enter the mess hall with Gaz at your back to see Soap and Ghost sitting next to each other at a table and Price standing in front of them one boot propped on a seat. Price grins when he sees the two of you enter.

“Glad you decided to join us, Luv.” He says motioning to a seat for you to sit in, Gaz takes the seat next to you and Price finally sits as well on the other side of Soap.

“What’s up, Captain? Change of plans to the mission?” You ask, looking around at the men. You know these are good men, respectable men. Price is a protector and he would never let anything happen to them, which means he would not let them do anything to you either. Yet, that voice in the back of your head starts to scream. You are surrounded by men you don’t know and can’t trust. You want to run or sit far away from them.

“Nothing of the sort, lass. You are still green with the 141, so we,” he gestures to the rest of the team. “Want to share some stories with you. It’s smart for a team to have a foundation before they go into the field together.” You nod agreeing with his statement but still uncomfortable with the idea of sharing parts of your life with these men. Price knows the most about you since he read your file, but the rest of the team knows next to nothing about you except what they have seen for themselves.

“Ok, I’ll go first,” Soap says and jumps immediately into a funny story about introducing Ghost to a battalion in Mexico. Ghost was polite enough to play along and delivered his line with enough prompting from Soap.

“I nearly told them his first name but this big yin stops me mid-sentence and says,” He motions for Ghost to say the line giving the masked man the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

“That’ll do,” Ghost says grumpy and irritated. The men laugh, except Ghost of course. You smile, playing along with the cheerful atmosphere surrounding you, but you are still on edge. You are surrounded by men. The way to the exit is blocked by men. Men sit so close to you that if they shift an inch one of them could touch you. Someone else starts talking but you keep the strained smile on your lips trying to not bring attention to yourself.

Someone says your name, but you are too locked in your thoughts to notice. All you can think of is the last time you were surrounded by so many strong men, taller and faster than you. You can practically feel the cracking of bones and the splitting of skin. Your heart is racing but your eyes focus on the floor, seeing it tinted red with your blood.

“Hey, you ok Doll?” Soap asks, placing a hand across the table and touching your arm. Your focus shifts to him. His touch. His words. In an instant, you flip your hand around and grab his arm pulling him towards you across the table. You stand from your seat and grab Soap's hair, you pull his face away from the table and then slam it back down. Your eyes are blown out wide searching for the next to move.

Ghost.

He lunges across the table and grabs your arms trying to make you release his field partner. You let Soap go and switch to defending yourself against the tallest and deadliest member in the room. Your chest is aching with the effort of keeping your breath, your heart nearly beating through your ribs.

The room is dark, only a sliver of light bleeds through the crack in the door frame and your friends surround you but they are not your friends anymore. Someone grabs your shoulders and a fist connects with your stomach. Your dinner threatens to come back up, staining the floor more than your blood does. Another punch, this time to your skull, ears ringing.

“Stop,” A gruff deep authoritative voice shouts. The hands release you causing you to collapse to the ground. The pain stops but the sounds continue. You can hear the pounding of fists against flesh, of bones breaking, and your gaged screams. The voice says your name, the aggressive authoritarian tone gone, replaced with gentleness unnatural for the event you are suffering through.

“Come back to us Sergeant, you are safe.” He says. It is a man. But not the men who beat and nearly killed you, a different man. You associate his voice with gentle corrections and praise. Warm calloused hands caressing yours as they relax your hands, their touch lingering longer than necessary.

“Deep breaths Luv, we got you.” The room is still dark, your body still aches, and your chest still pounds but the men are gone. Replaced with absolute blackness. You are aware of what you just did, and how you reacted to a simple word and gesture. You attacked a teammate, and the rest of the group protected him. Protected him from you.

“Oh, god,” You breath, you have turned into your attackers. After this, you will be discharged and forced into civilian life. With no protection, your attackers can find you and finish what they started. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob. You feel bad for what you did to soap, you truly do. It was a reflex caused by trauma, they can’t blame you for that but they will. You know they will.

“Easy luv. No one is upset with you. You are safe.” the voice pulls you back to the surface again. Not enough for you to surface but enough to make it easier to breathe.

“Hey, it’s alright lass. I’m fine.” Soap. his voice cuts clear through the darkness pulling you out of your thoughts. You squint at the bright light as you open your eyes and see the 141 sitting on the floor around you giving you the space you need to breathe. All of the except Price, he kneels in front of you, his hands hovering around your shoulders afraid to touch you in case it would send you spiraling again but close enough so he is there to catch you if you faint.

“There you are, Luv. How you feeling?” Price asks. You shake your head not trusting your voice at the moment. Your chest is aching from how fast your heart is racing and your throat feels raw. “Can you walk?” He asks next. You tense your legs feeling the muscles, and you should be able to stand and walk for a bit. You nod. Price adjusts so he can pull you up and offer you his hand. Fingers shaking you place your hand in his and he pulls you to your feet. You look down at Soap, his nose is bloody and Ghost is hovering over his form but otherwise, he seems unharmed. Nothing permanent at least. You will need to apologize to him once you have calmed down.

“Come on then Luv, I’ll walk you to your room.” He keeps an arm out for you to grab if you need it. You stand on your own two feet and take a few steps before wrapping your arm around his when you feel your knees start to buckle. “Everyone back to their barracks, get some rest, and be ready for the mission in 4 hours.” Price orders. The other three men in the room stand, watching as you and the captain walk out of the room.

Walking back to your barrack is quick, you make it quicker by picking up the pace before your legs give out. Price keeps up and even reaches the door before you, having it open so you can stroll in and collapse in a chair in the corner of the room. He steps in turning the lights on before he closes the door behind him. He kneels between your shaking legs and looks you in the eyes.

“Are you still good for the mission or should I pull you?” he asks. Your eyes widen and you shake your head.

“I’m good. I can do this.” You argue. He stares into your eyes searching for any hits that something is off. So much is off, so much is wrong but nothing that involves this mission or the 141. Everything is from your past, your problem. If there is one thing you are the best at, it is shoving your problems away until you can deal with them in a safe environment.

“Okay,” He says, nodding at your words. “Get some rest, take care of what you need to do before the mission. If you need me you know where to find me. Promise me you will come to me if you need help.” It sounds like an offer but by the look in his eyes you know it is an order. You nod. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will. If I need help I’ll come find you. I promise.” You say just to get Price to go away but when you finish you realize that you mean it too. You have always been independent, and would rather fix your problems yourself instead of asking for help, but Price feels different. You feel safe with him like you could truly be yourself around him, show him a side of you no one has ever seen before. Price smiles at you and your face heats up. You look down at the space between you, finding a loose thread on the seam of your pants.

“Get some rest,” He says again, he slowly reaches his hand into your view so you can pull away if you need, and pats your knee before standing. You raise your head watching him leave. When his hand touches the nob you call him back.

“Wait,” You say, he turns to look at you slumped in your chair as you admit for the first time that you need help. “Can you stay for a bit? I don’t know what to do,” you admit. Price nods and motions for you to move to the bed so he can sit next to you. You sit and feel the dip in the mattress as he joins you. You look at the floor and then back at the string on your pants.

“What do you need, Luv?” Price asks.

“To talk, I guess. I don’t know what I need. I’ve never asked for help if I’m being honest.” you tell him. He chuckles and holds out his hand for you to take. You place your hand in his and feel the warm calloused fingers engulf yours.

“That’s alright. How about you tell me what set you off? We can work from there.” He says giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You take a deep breath then let it out in a shaky sigh.

“I wasn’t entirely honest with you after the briefing. I have a nickname, ever since I grew into my body men have called me ‘Doll’. The men who,” You hesitate to continue as the memories flood your head again. You squeeze Price’s hand cementing you in the here and now. “The men who attacked me, I thought they were my friends. Throughout the whole event, they referred to me as ‘Doll’. It was derogatory and an insult. Claiming I was weak and shatterable like porcelain. Being in a room with men of similar build and attitude to them, with no immediate way of escape. It had me on edge, I felt trapped then Soap grabbed me, called me Doll, and I was back in that room again.” You tell Price as tears slowly run down your cheeks. You start to wipe them away but there are too many and your face burns. You let them run.

“I’m sorry,” Price says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders slowly. You huddle close to him feeling the warmth radiating off his body. He tucks you closer to his side. “I put you in that situation without thinking. I should have considered your past and planned better. I’m so sorry, Luv.” You shake your head at his apology.

“Normally I'm fine. I can be in the canteen during meals and not have a problem. I think today was different because I kept thinking about my call sign.” Price looks at you confused.

“I want to move past what happened to me. I nearly died, so what? There is always the possibility of death in this line of work.” You ball your hands into fists. Price starts to draw circles over your shoulder making you shiver. Anger starts to take over your mind, “You know what I want, Price? I want men to fear me, respect me, and give me space when I walk into the room. I want men to look at me and have shivers go down their spines. I want them to stay away because they know I’m not to be fucked with. I never again want a man to think that he has nothing to fear if he approaches me.” you take a quick breath and let the anger settle in your heart. “Men look at me and see a fragile doll that can shatter with one touch. They look at me and see a porcelain face without chips in my paint. Men see a doll that doesn’t belong in the military but in a kitchen. I no longer want to be fragile, Price. I want my paint to chip, the porcelain to crack, my clothes in rags. I want to be lethal. I want to be the doll that people are afraid to sleep with at night.”

Price slowly releases your shoulders and kneels, looking straight into your eyes. “Then be that, be terrifying. Never let your gaze falter, stare until you have the world bowing to you. Be a symbol, let your face crack and your smile fade, and be filled with the desire to own the room. Let yourself be ready for war”. He pauses, “Never back down and never stop until every man knows that your porcelain does not crack from fear but from strength. You are no longer made from weakness, you are a storm that doesn’t relent until everything is shattered, rebuilt in your image.”

“Price,” You whisper, licking your lips. You can’t help the rush you feel as your eyes lower to his lips. “Will you,” You pause, not sure how to share your feelings. You want to kiss him, want him to kiss you. He makes you feel safe and strong, and you want him to make you feel loved. “Can I,” You try again but falter before you can get the word out. You are unsure how he feels about you, so asking him to kiss you would be inappropriate. Not to mention he is your superior, a relationship between you two could never work out. Instead, you take a deep breath and let your eyes glaze over.

“Call me Doll.” You tell him. You feel powerful instead of dread and fear filling your chest at the word. Price has helped you become the nightmare that will terrify your enemies, just like you have always wanted to be.

“You got it, Doll.” Price looks like he wants to say something else, like he wants to say something more but he holds back. A small part of you shudders at your new call sign, but the rest of you is electrified. You are ready to be the thing that goes bump in the night, the terrifying Doll that haunts men's dreams.

“Thank you, Price. For everything.” You say. Price nods then stands placing his hands on his knees to push himself up. You follow his face as he now towers above you.

“Need anything else?” He asks. You shake your head but then nod. Unsure if it is appropriate to ask but the worst thing he can say is ‘no’.

“Would you like to stay?” You ask gesturing to the chair and then around the room. “If you are done packing and whatnot,” You start to stutter over your words at how one could take your words. “I mean if you have nothing else to do, it would be nice to just sit and read, or talk.” Price puts you out of your misery by placing his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again, you glance at his pants as you raise your eyes to meet his.

“I would like that,” He says, then walks over to the small pile of books you have on a dresser and picks up a random book before walking back to the chair. He lets out a huff of air as he sits then rests a foot over his knee and begins to read his book. You watch him for a moment, admiring his relaxed posture. He is so handsome when he doesn’t have the world on his shoulders, he almost looks younger. You clear your throat and grab the book you had been reading before from your nightstand and open it to the part you had been reading before Gaz interrupted you and continued reading.

To your horror, this is the part in the book where things start to get steamy between the main characters. So there you are, reading smut, while your captain that you admire sits a few feet away reading a book of his own, his crotch in clear view now that you think about it.

The next few hours are going to be long and torturous.

……

The mission. What to say about the mission? Well for starters it was a success, you watched the team as they made their entrance into the compound and covered their ass while inside. Ghost and Soap make the arrest instead of Price and Gaz because the fucker ran. To finish it all off you kept their exit clear and covered their rear as they left the compound and made their way to exfile where you would all rendezvous back up.

Even the rain that pelted against your back didn’t stall the mission at all. It provided you with more coverage than you needed and made your exit quite fun as you slid down a muddy hill to reach a bunch of trees.

That's where things took a turn, however. Lightning had been striking the areas around you in the far distance as you landed in the gathering of trees, rifle pointed up into the sky to prevent you from tripping over the muzzle. You took one step away from the trees and that's when you were hit.

Your scream rang through the coms and the forest alerting everyone in the area of your location, friend and foe alike. All you remember is a blinding flash of white and then electrifying pain coursing through your body heating it until your fingers felt on fire.

That was three weeks ago. The lightning strike knocked you on your ass but in honesty, you were lucky. You suffered some nerve damage to your left arm and fingers but you got away without any neural damage. It is a miracle. You still have to go to physical therapy to build strength in your arm and fingers but recovery is fast approaching. Captain Price had backed off for the first week, doing everything but ignoring you to your face. It only stopped when you barged into his office one morning and demanded he spar with you, after the long talk you both had while trading fists you have gone back to your normal. Well almost.

Price sits in your room with a book in his hands and a foot propped on his knee as he leans back relaxing in the chair. You sit on your bed, back to the footboard so you can sneakily peek over at Price while he reads. You have moved on to a different series of books but Price is now reading the book you were before you left on the mission. You watch his face deciphering his emotions by the twitch in his brow or the way his breathing alters. You want to know what he thinks of the book but you also want to know when he gets to that part.

The part where the two main characters finally give in to their sexual desires. You see Price shift a little bit, pulling on the tight part of his pants. You can’t help but smile over this action, knowing that he did indeed get to the smutty part of the book. Price’s cheeks start to turn red.

“These are the types of books you read, Doll? I would never have pegged you for a person who has this much interest in this type of reading material.” Price says holding the book up. Your cheeks flush red but you also feel a rush of adrenaline hearing your call sign in his gruff voice.

You can’t help the quick remark that comes out of your mouth, “Well no one here wants to play out my fantasies so I might as well read them, unless you know anyone that's willing to enlighten me.” You smirk. Price's eyes dilate at your words.

“Cheeky,” Price says, his smirk turning into a full grin as he tosses his book onto your nightstand and makes his way over to you. You close your book and place it on the bed next to you watching the man you fancy move towards you slowly. You watch his hands dangling down his hips as they clench and unclench. Watch his shoulders straighten as the tension builds in his body. Watch his eyes roam over your clothed body imagining what it would look like bare against the sheets.

He reaches the side of your bed and leans over so his hands are gripping the footrest next to your shoulders. His face is so close to yours that you are breathing in his air. “What kind of fantasies do you have, Doll?” He says leaning forward to whisper the words against your ear. This is wrong but you don’t care anymore. You nearly died twice, you are not going to waste this third chance at life.

“The kind that involves a bit of rope, a dash of leather, and a whole dollop of begging.” You say into his lips. You see the shiver rack his body as he imagines your words, not the way you mean them though. He begins to run a hand up your leg scratching at the cloth covering the skin he is desperate to feel.

“I think we can make your wish come true.” Price says finally leaning in and capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. You feel like you are being struck by lightning for a second time but instead of pain, you feel pleasure. His lips are rough and tase of beeswax, but when he deepens the kiss by shoving his tongue into your mouth you moan at his taste. Rich and smokey just like his cigars and an undercurrent that is solely him, solely Price and you love it.

“Undress me,” You say into his lips. Price backs out of the kiss, his breath sporadic. He kisses your jaw working your belt and pulling your shirt from where it is tucked into your pants. He pulls the shirt over your head leaving you exposed in your bra. Price then dives for your stomach peppering it in kisses as he works your pants and panties down your hips and off your legs. The ends of your pants get caught on your feet so Price has to pull away to free you from your clothing. You laugh at his struggle and roll onto your stomach as he tosses the pants onto the ground.

“Get on your hands and knees' ' he demands, lust filling his eyes. You do as he says, turning and giving Price the perfect view of your ass. He lays down so he is under you, and spreads your thighs, now giving him the perfect view of your pussy. He lets out a low groan before he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking at an agonizingly low pace. You can’t help but grind your hips on his mouth, silently begging him to go faster. You sit up, putting all your body weight onto his face. This won’t do, you want to make Price beg. You begin to ride his face, moaning out his name. Price slowly reaches a hand up, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing your back to arch.

“Enough,” You growl and carefully get off his face. “Captain, tonight, I’m in charge of what goes on in my room and I’m going to ride you until you’re begging for release.” He looks up at you from between your legs, he cautiously nods his head allowing you to take over and use him like a toy.

“Good boy,” you say as you recenter yourself over Price’s face. He grabs hold of your legs but you smack his hands away, he then clenches his hands into the sheets under him. You sit on your Captain's face and you ride him. Your hips begin to move at a fast pace, and Price’s fingers cup your ass in a way that you knew would leave marks. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was claiming Price’s face. You feel your high and you chase it, moving faster and faster until finally, the release comes, spilling all over your Captain's face.

“I’m so proud of you”, you coo to Price, “You’ve been so good, let me show you what happens when you obey.” You slide off his face and kiss down his chest, leaving little love bites as you move further down. Finally, you make your way to his pants and make quick work of the zipper so you see his cock and grasp it. Price moans at the touch of your fingers. “Now Captain, I have control over you, you will not come unless I allow you. You will not move, you will not resist, I will set the pace and you will like it, understood?” You say with a smirk.

“Yes, Doll,” he sighs. You begin to move your hand up and down his shaft, making little circles around his tip with your thumb. The sounds coming out of your Capitan makes your clit throb. You wanted his pleasure and you wanted him to know that only you could make it happen, as long as he listened. You set the pace and watch Price struggle. He tries to thrust his hips to match your movements resulting in you stopping. “Captain, what did I say? You will not move, you will not resist.” You let out a satisfied sigh “And if you move again I’ll have no choice but to stop, understand?”

“Yes, doll,” Price replies, his eyes longing for your continued touch. You continue where you left off, you can’t help but smile. Price is biting his lip, eyes rolling, enjoying your movements. You give him a few more low strokes before picking up your pace. Little moans escaped Price’s lips. You can feel his release coming as his cock begins to throb. This is exactly what you wanted. You quickly move your hand and replace it with your mouth, molding your cheeks to his size and suck. Price doesn’t last long like this before he comes into your mouth. He is such a good boy. You lift your lips off of him, opening your mouth, showing Price his mess before swallowing.

“Now Captain, are you ready? I was thinking of riding you until you are screaming my name, how does that sound?” You coo. Price gives a quick nod, his cock already back at attention. Your excitement pools down your legs, and you feel nothing but joy and lust.

You adjust your position until you have centered yourself over his shaft reading yourself for the blissful stretching of your cunt. You give his cock a few last-minute pumps before sliding down slowly. Price lets out a long hiss as his hands grasp your hips, his nails leaving crescent marks on your skin. You relish in the feeling of having Price’s cock inside you as he stretches you out and fills every inch you give him. The heat of him warming your whole body.

Once you have adjusted to the feeling you begin to slowly rock your hips giving Price as little stimulation as you can while giving yourself all the pleasure in the world. As you rock he begins to growl at how unsatisfied he is. You run your hands along his chest letting your nails gently scratch his skin. His moan is loud and mouthwatering.

“Use your words.” You tell him, rocking faster not letting your lips leave his pelvis.

“Please,” He begs. Your whole body shivers at the desperation dripping from his lips. You have complete control over this man and he couldn’t be happier.

“Please what, Captain? Be specific.” You halt your rocking to torment the man underneath you. His grip on your hips tightens wanting to force your hips to move again but he knows better. He relaxes his hold on you and takes a few deep breaths.

“Please Doll, more. Make me cum.” He begs. You lean forward and place a deep kiss against his lips. He licks your lips wanting to taste his release mixed with your mouth, you grant his wish. His moan turns into a gasp as you almost raise completely off Price’s cock then slam back down. Your speed is brutal as the sound of slapping skin fills the room along with his moans. You break the kiss to look down at your new toy, his eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

“I’m going to milk you dry,” You tell Price. He looks at you, something in your eyes must have pleased him greatly because he releases his climax deep into your pussy. Your moan fills the air as you feel the warmth coat your walls and fill the spaces inside you Price's dick hadn’t managed to reach. You turn your moan into a sound of disappointment while you lock eyes with your captain.

“Captain, did I give you permission to cum?” You ask him still moving your body along his cock. He shakes his head breathing heavily. “This time, you may only cum when I say you can.”

“Yes, Doll.” He breaths. You grab his wrists and pull his hands away from your body.

“You are forbidden from touching me. Keep your hands above your head until I say otherwise.” He is slower to stand at attention than last time but as you order Price around you can feel him harden. He raises his hands above his head and curls his hands into the sheets to stop himself from touching your damp skin.

While last time you were hard and fast this time you take your time letting Price feel every flutter of your cunt as you rise and fall on his cock. You meticulously clench your walls around his erect shaft and watch as it causes the man below you to unravel into a babbling mess. When you feel his cock twitch, you pause your hips until Price crashes back to earth. After the third time of denying his release Price nearly has tears in his eyes as he begs you.

“Please Doll, Ma’am, may I cum?” He asks like such a polite little toy. You cup his face in your palm rubbing your thumb through his beard. He leans into your touch.

“Make me cum, use your hands. If you do a good job I'll give you your reward, if you disappoint me, this ends immediately. Understood?” Price quickly nods as his hands back your body, one hand going between your legs and the other grasping at your breasts. His thumb makes quick work of your clit rubbing quick circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves. You clench around him as he works your clit and breasts building your climax. You can feel him begin to twitch and throb against your walls, you both drawing close to your release.

“Cum with me,” You tell him.

“Yes Ma’am,” He responds. Hearing him refer to you like a superior pushes you over the edge, making you shudder. Price didn’t hold on much longer and released himself inside of you, both of you coming together.

….

You don’t remember falling asleep after the wild night you and Price had. You quickly take in your surroundings, Price asleep on your chest, your arms wrapped around his body. You smile to yourself, the captain of the 141 is nestled into you like you're his safe haven, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you were. You didn’t want to admit that you were falling in love with Captain Price.

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The late night

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WARNINGS: oral (male receiving), begging, NSFW, female dominant, she/her pronouns. he/him pronouns, mentions of sex, orgasm (male receiving)

Paring: Simon "ghost" Riley x f!reader

Word count: 1K

*minors do not engage*

Extra: depending on how well this fic is received, it could possibly be turned into a series.

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You:

The body beside you sleeps soundly, probably for the first time in months. There is a comfort and safety about being in your own bed after a long trip away. His trips are longer than most and are a lot more dangerous. Simon snores softly jolting you from your late-night thoughts. You look over at his sleeping figure. The blanket pulled up to his chest, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and the other resting on his stomach.

As much as you hate the reason why, these moments are still your favorite. When you can watch him sleep and see the years of death and carnage disappear from his face. You look back at the ceiling, the lights outside your window casting shadow shapes. You spot a bunny then a flower, what should be blobs you find beauty in because if you let your mind wander you would be swallowed by the darkness.

You look over to Simon again and nearly jump out of your skin. His eyes are open and staring at you with concern.

“Sorry,” He says, his voice deep with sleep. “Are you okay, luv?” He asks. You sit up away from him but he follows, letting the blanket pool around your waists. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest where you can hear his heartbeat.

“Sorry, hon. I can’t sleep.” You tell him, putting your face in your hands to hold back the tears. He kisses your bare shoulder then begins trailing kisses up your neck. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin but you still push him away. “You are tired, you need to sleep.” Simon lets out a low hum.

“I’m awake now, and I want to hold you.” He says kissing your jaw. You turn and kiss him, and his hands slide down your figure to hold your hips. He tries to pull you into his lap but you stop him again.

“You sure?” You ask him, adjusting so you sit on your knees beside him. He runs his hand through your hair and drags you close to press a heated kiss to your lips. Here's your answer. When you break apart you use your position to push Simon back to the bed then start kissing down his chest to his hips. He moans when you scrape your teeth along the V of his hips. You slide your hands up and down his waist just barely brushing the skin, then you move to pull the blanket down further exposing Simon. You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face, you love the fact that he sleeps naked. His cock begins to grow with excitement. Just having you near drives him into a lust-filled frenzy.

“Excited?” You tease him. He gasps when you start stroking him as you continue to kiss around his hips.

“Yes,” He moans, lifting his hips into your touch.

You rub your finger along the slit of his tip, noticing his back arch slightly to your touch. You love the way he is so needy for your touch. “Luv,” he sighs. Simon usually doesn't have the habit of begging for your touch, he usually begs for your mouth. Teasing Simon like this is sweet revenge for all the times he teases you, so you plan to drag this out until he is properly begging for you. You rub little circles on the tip that causes Simon to whimper, bucking his hips towards your lips.

You kiss the head of his cock before moving down to his thighs. You drag your lips up his thigh to the base of his cock before pulling away and moving to the other leg. His moan is loud when you drag your tongue up the bottom of his cock and suck his head. You let go before he can get accustomed to the feeling, and return your lips to his thighs.

“What do we say?” You ask him, watching his eyes close tight with how you are holding his cock. He gasps at every tiny movement of your hand, wanting to thrust but you hold him in place with a hand on his leg. “Are you going to be a good boy?” You suck his balls and his eyes fly open to look at you.

“Yes,” He groans.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” You hum with a mouth full of heavy balls. His eyes almost roll back into his skull. You pump his cock a few times then rest your hand at the base.

“Then what do we say?” He growls, knowing how excited you are having him at your mercy. Your panties are soaking wet seeing him like this. His cock is throbbing with how much he wants to cum in your mouth. Maybe if he continues to be a good boy you will let him.

“Please, Ma’am.” You spit on his cock before opening your mouth, slipping your tongue onto him, licking down to the base, and slowly back up before taking him fully in your mouth. Simon snakes his hands into your hair, giving a slight tug. He wants to set the pace, but you stop him by refusing to bob your head. He relaxes his grip on your head, instead, he holds your hair allowing you to work at your own speed.

You start slow, agonizingly slow. Starting with just the tip of his cock you take a little of him at a time. The grip in your hair grows tighter the longer you drag this out, and you couldn’t be happier.

Simon:

Simon could hardly contain himself seeing his girlfriend on his cock like this, it was an ego boost. Recently she has been getting attention from Captain Price and it angered Simon more than anything. Of course, it wasn't her fault, she is the most beautiful woman that Simon has ever seen, and the most beautiful woman that the men in the barracks have ever seen. Among the soldiers, Simon was not someone to play with. During the barracks workouts, Price always seemed to make her his partner, Simon couldn't help but notice the way Price looked at her ass, the hand gripping her waist during squats, it sent him into a jealous rage.

However, Simon would never let that show, especially to her. This was not the side of Simon that he wanted her to see. He didn't want her to see “Ghost”, the aggressive man. He wanted her to see who he truly was, a man that was purely devoted to her. He didn't want to own her but instead allowed her to own him, he was submitted to her. He would do anything to please her, kill her enemies, make her scream with pleasure, whatever she required, he would do. She ruled his thoughts. Sometimes Simon wanted to dominate her in the bedroom, his role in the barracks would try and slip through, but he couldn't. The only thought on his mind was doing what she wanted, what she needed. Her moans would send him to his knees. That's all he wanted to hear, her little whimpers right before she came. It was his music. The need to submit to her would always take over.

He sees the light change in her eyes, the light fading into a deep shadow of lust. He could see the desire change and her need for him. Her cheeks hollow out, making the perfect mold around his cock.

“Fuck, please let me cum,” He begs.

He knew he was fucked by the look in her eyes. The control she had on him is indescribable. “Beg for it Simon, earn your release.” She quickened her pace. His head falls back as she takes his length all the way into her mouth. She gags around his cock, the sounds make him twitch.

“Please, ma'am? I'll do anything you want but please just let me cum.” She nods around his length, finally giving him permission. Simon runs his hands through her hair gripping it tight so he can repeatedly shove his cock deep into her throat. His strokes began to grow sloppy.

“Ma’am, I’m going to cum.” He grunts. His release is heavy as he shoots into her throat causing her to swallow hard in order to not spill all his load out her mouth. She crawls up the bed and opens her mouth to show him the remains of his load on her tongue before she swallows.

The sight of her swallowing his load makes him hard once more. He knows it is time for her pleasure. He wants to devour her. Simon doesn’t give himself time to think before he acts. Pushing her down on the bed, displayed. He is glad she had the habit of sleeping naked, it always makes things easier for him. Simon pulls her to the edge of the bed and kneels down, face in between her thighs. This is heaven to Simon, kneeling before the woman he loves.

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