#captain john price x male!reader

[mockerycrow]

11. With Price!

SMUT PROMPTS: Price Drabble; “Tying Them Down As Punishment” (Male!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Price huffed as he tested the silk ropes that held his wrists to the headboard of the bed, finding that they’re tied firmly—realistically, he could get out of them if he truly wanted to, but he knows he needs to follow your rules. You hold a bullet vibrator in your hand and you him as you turn it onto a medium setting. “Oh, c’mon, honey..” John complained, his pupils dilating as he eyes the vibrator in your hand.

You grinned as you pressed the vibrator against the length of his cock, earning a sharp gasp from Price. “Jesus—!” He curses, his hips immediately jumping—either away or towards the sensation, he doesn’t know. “All this because you wanted to jerk me off under a table..” You making a tsking noise, John’s desperate gasps nearly overpowering your voice. “fUck, love—I’m, I’m sorry, mMh, I’m sorry!” John pleads. It’s too much, it’s not enough, he needs more-

You sigh and watch the way he moans and twitches, his wrists aching to get out of his restraints. “Are you, though? Even after I came all over your hand, you kept going. Was one load not enough for your greedy mouth?” You growl, focusing the vibrator on his tip. John can’t help but cum, a broken moan leaving his lips as his cock spurts out cut across his stomach and chest-you loved “punishing” John for being uncharacteristically greedy.

[pendragon-writes]

Mornings

Captain Price: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Male!Reader: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Captain Price: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

[starboye]

i full believe in my heart that captain price is a messy eater, but im talking eating you out, he could go hours at a time in-between your plush thighs, fucking your hole with his tongue and tasting how good you are, and nothing stops him from his endeavors

and when i say nothing i mean nothing, you try to close you legs to get him to stop? he's gripping your thighs open with such shere force it leaves slight marks or your try pushing his head away and he's both of your hands gripped tightly to stop it, nothing is stopping him from eating you out

and the beard just makes it a little worse, it has your legs twitching when he gets deeper and deeper, gripping his big hands around your hips to stop you from trying to climb backwards on the bed, he usually stops in the middle of his little meal just to lay kisses on the beard burns

looking up at you with those sultry eyes that make you fold so quick, letting him go for another hour or two before instantly regretting it, the way his tongue fucks you is just impeccable, you're starting to wonder what they really train in the military at this point because the skills this man has is just otherworldly

[mockerycrow]

SLAPPING AAAHEHRJFKCK

Thinking about how Price finds pleasure in pain | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: face slapping

Being in the military meant that Price was no stranger to pain. Wounds, big as small littered his body on daily bases and at some point he became accustomed to the aches and stings that came with having them. Not only has he grown accustomed to the pain, he’s come to enjoy it as well, meaning that he enjoys getting slapped during sex.

He’d told you about this early on in your relationship, never one to hide things from his partner. You’d been surprised to say the least but it was something you were willing to try with him and once you felt prepared enough, you decided to indulge in his kink.

You’re straddling his waist with both your hands cupping his face. You’ve been reading about the subject, discussing boundaries and setting up safe words with him but you still can’t help but feel nervous at this very moment. So many things can go wrong and the last thing you want is to hurt him.

But Price looks relaxed as ever, sporting a small smile on his face as soft cerulean eyes peer up at you beneath long black lashes. He looks something akin to an angel. However if one were to look closer they’d see his flushed cheeks and the desire swirling in his iris and they’d know he is a mere mortal, more than eager to sin.

“Ready when you are, love” he says, voice as relaxed as he appears to be with a bit of anticipation peaking through it.

Price laughs when you first slap his face, since the slap is rather soft and playful, hand still a bit unsure and careful. However he quickly ensures you that he is quite alright, kisses the palm of your hand and nuzzles into your touch.

“Do it again, harder this time, yeah?” His voice now as firm as his request and this time you see the desire trickle past the relaxed facade.

The second time you slap his cheek, he gasps in surprise and blinks rapidly.

Just as you’re about to ask if he’s alright, Price looks at you, eyes now glassy and lips wet, and voice sounding a bit hoarse when he says “Good, that was good”

As you get more comfortable with slapping him, you’ll start to see just how much he really enjoys this. He’ll softly gasp every time you slap his face, his cheeks will flush red and for a second his eyes will widen, flashing with something you’d quickly learn was desire. Because every time you slap him he’ll lean closer to your face, only to pull you in for a passionate kiss and mutter a “Please fuck me” against your lips.

You had also learned that slapping him was a rather useful tool to get him to communicate what he wants and needs since he has a tendency to get lost in pleasure and forgets how to communicate properly.

So when you notice that his words are fizzling out into mere nods and hums, and he stops responding altogether to your questions, you’ll give a soft slap to his cheek. “speak” you say to him and that’s enough for him to tell you what he needs.

You quickly soothe the sting with a gentle rub to his cheek and with praise falling from your lips “Good there, pretty” you coo, fingertips gently gliding over flushed skin. The soothing touch to his cheek is a stark contrast to the stinging he feels and that in itself has him feeling lightheaded, cock hard and weeping inside his pants and pleas for more falling from his lips.

It’s also a rather useful tool in bed when you need to steer him in the right direction. Price will be down on his knees, head buried between your legs and tasked with focusing on your release. But he’d quickly forget all about it as he ruts his hips against whatever flat surface there is, desperately searching for any sort of relief. As much as it’s a sight to see his tousled hair, the flush on his cheeks, the way his teeth sinks into his bottom lip as he chases his release, this isn’t what he’s supposed to be doing.

Your hand glides down to his cheek, palm cupping supple skin before you slap his cheek. He gasps at that, eyes blinking at you in surprise before a whimper escapes his mouth. “None of that, love. Be good and I’ll reward you for it, yeah?” He furiously nods his head at that, apologies tumbling from his lips along with incoherent babbling as he nuzzles up into your touch.

Slap him as he gets closer to his release, he loves it. It’s a sight to see since up until that point he's quite vocal about what he wants and needs. But when he’s so far gone, tethering on the edge of his release, he can barely get a word out, using gestures and noises to ask you to slap him.

He’d be pinned down to the mattress, looking up at you with his eyelids hanging low and mouth agape, drool dripping down his chin as he tugs at your hand, clearly asking for something.

“What do you want?” You cup his cheek, thumb stroking sensitive skin as you smile up at him, knowing that you’re dangling what he really wants right in front of him.

When no response comes, you tighten your grip on him, fingernails sinking into supple skin causing him to wince “Use your words”

“ so - so close please just please here, please here, slap here” Price says, eyes watery, lips wobbly and hands gently pushing yours against his cheek.

“Good boy” You smile at that before you firmly slap his cheek.

“I’m- I’m ” he cries out, unable to even finish his sentence, back arching off the bed, eyes shut tight and cumming all over himself.

Definitely comfortable with having you slap him in other places as well. You can slap his thighs, his chest or you can even slap his dick. It’ll have him quivering and gasping for breath, hips desperately rutting in the air as he begs of you to fuck him. Definitely one you have to keep an eye on since he can easily get lost in it. He’ll be all marked up from your hands, skin still tingling from your touch yet he’d be still begging for more.

Hell, at times you’ll get to the point where he’s rendered speechless, incoherent words falling from his lips, drool dripping down his chin and eyes glassy and pleading for you to do it again, again and again, please.

Will obsess over the marks you left on him, constantly rubs at his thighs, chest or face without being aware of it, too busy being consumed with the pleasant sting that comes from caressing sensitive skin.

He’ll especially obsess over the ones on his face, tinted pink and clearly visibly on his pale skin. He’ll be sitting at his desk rubbing his cheek while filling out some paperwork he’d been tasked with doing. But he’ll quickly turn rock hard in his chair thinking about how the marks had gotten there in the first place.

Definitely gets disappointed once the marks start to fade and will quickly be on your tail asking you to mark him up again.

[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.

[thegnomelord]

Lads listen

Daddy sub Price

Daddy sub price who pushes you against the desk and breathes out against your lips how much daddy missed his boy and his boy's pretty cock, then begging you to let daddy help his boy relax as he goes to his knees.

Daddy Sub Price who will happily bounce on your cock when you're too tired to have sex, whispering in your ear how good you are for daddy and to just let him take care of you. He will make you cum so many times you pass out, unable to tell between being awake and asleep with his warm cum filled hole clinging to your cock and his rumbling voice moaning about how good you are for daddy.

Daddy Sub price but he's drooling around your cock and every breath he's able to take he spends it on begging you to use daddy's throat harder, he can take it, you earned a nice reward and he wants to spoil his boy rotten.

Daddy Sub Price who never corrects the kinksters when they assume he's the Dom in your relationship, even goes so far as to agree and hold you close when he says so, because the look you give him and the way you pound him in the nearest storage closet is so worth it.

Daddy Sub Price in the leather harness and assless black leather chaps.

Daddy Sub Price in a leather harness and assless chaps with a riding crop. But the crop is for his boy to spank his ass with when he gets too loud because the sight of him in those leathers are for your eyes only.

Daddy Sub Price wants to feel more of the sting of the riding crop on his skin so he shaved his ass. And you lament the loss of all that hair, going to show him how daddy's boy wants to be treated.

God his ass is pretty all red, not from spanking him no, because good daddy's don't shave - but because you're groping his cheeks so damn hard, spreading and gripping ass so you can eat him out. You found some sort of lube that left him all sensitive and tingly, each scrape of your tongue on his hole or balls like a miniature orgasm that's not enough, leaving him shaking and leaking like a busted tap as he tries to tell you daddy learned his lesson; but you don't stop until he's so deep in subspace all he can do is drool into the pillows and moan about how good his boy is

Just. . . Just Daddy Sub Price

[burstinn]

THE EVERY GAY MANS DREAM READER

TALL, BUFF, BIG BOOBS AND ASS everything

Can't find no good pic for this so..

This post includes:Ghost, Graves, Price, Soap, Nikto, Riptide, Krueger, Konig, Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, Horangi, Makarov, Velikan, Keegan, Roach. In that order

Yes I wrote all those, yes because I haven't written in a while

Notes:

- NSFW and SFW (Bottom male and top male reader mentioned)

-since y'all like the big buff n' tall male reader, made him bigger and taller basically mixed everything I wrote about male reader, tall, big buff, big cake, big boobs it's like a package in one this will probably be the last of this type of reader since running out ideas. It was hard making original headcanons 💔💔.

-Omg I haven't written in a while so like this might get idk boring?

- Yes again headcanons,you're favs

- strictly MALE READER not Gn rn

- readers age is ambiguous but if you can't think and want an age for reader my thinking is somewhere near late 30s or early 40s

- Some of the HCS have where y'all ain't in a relationship some HCS have y'all r in a relationship

- these headcanons definitely are mischaracterized but let me pretend for a bit 💔💔

- Tiktok got to me now I have brainrot language, so Trigger warning wooohh braiinroot

- can't believe this post was long enough to make my phone lag just a lil bit

- When he first saw you of course he was 😦😧😮

GHOST

- Like okay overkill, like you're taller, buffer and probably have a huger cock??? (Something he can investigate.. For purposes..)

Like you also got smoobs?? A plumpy ass??

Like save some for the rest Jesus 😒😒

- Nonstop staring secretly ofc, You be like in a room then you feel someone staring just to see Ghost somewhere in the corner of the room. You can't tell if he's staring or not but being that you are in an empty room.. Yknow it's kind of obv--

- BUT if you are not in an empty room you will not shake off the staring I mean holy shit look at you like 😨😨🍑✋

- You can literally hear him breathing heavily under his mask like how can he control himself when HE a person who is supposed to be looked up to literally and figuratively now has to look up at YOU?? do you know what does to a person??

-That's right it makes them freaky..

-Probably jerks off to you too

- I mean who doesn't want to get railed by a 7 ft tall man? Especially ESPECIALLY when you've been the supposed dominant person your whole life??

- OMG immediately Cumming to the thought

- I mean he won't mind topping you it also drives his own ego seeing a dominant man get absolutely wrecked, imagine the begging and whining

- plus he won't mind being the person who feels protected not always doing the protecting like 💔💔 he wants to feel protected too 😞

GRAVES

- Immediate gay awakening

- thinks making his western accent more prominent would make you think he sounds more hot

- Will dress up as a cowboy and will will ask (beg) you to do it as well

- because you know.. Hat thing.. Riding.. Graves grabs your hat puts it on his head or Graves grabs his hat puts it on your head, either way one of you is riding something and it ain't a horse

- because of the amazing quote on who ever came up w/ that is "save a horse ride a cowboy"

- Graves is obviously the type of guy to look at your ass and whistle maybe slap it, nah definitely slap it

PRICE

- He thinks of you like a bear

- like You're soo- big and cuddly? Definitely intimidating

- I mean you're near the same age bracket so it's not bad to have some.. Thoughts right?

- You're definitely hairy underneath or not but pls be he wants pubes to tickle his nose

- if you don't have a beard for reader then he would KILL to see have a beard like aughh perfect bear look, if you have a beard immediately cumming(/j) or (not /j)

- Like imagine you and price who are basically like bears like parent bears and and you the other 141 boys are like your children 🥺🥺

SOAP

- DEFINITELY became more gayer

- errrmmm.. Like his eyes are BASICALLY near like chest height

- bumping into you and his face touches your chest like omgg.. Such an accident 💔💔

- Obviously flirting about going to pound town

- like imagine You and Him? In a relationship? Having the most feral sex??? Like it's obv jokes (it's not)

- He would also do anything to see a big man whimper like a little bicth slut, who wouldn't want to see a demon of a man roll his eyes back and whine like a wheoeororoe❤, I mean if he tops I'd imagine him saying "cmon you're a big boy ain't cha'? You can handle a few more inches". While you are also getting the malevolent backshots.

- He would also want a big strong arm to man handle him as he takes the most vigorous backshots known to man

- Have you ever thought or seen a very tall wall like 10 or 11 ft high and you being you, Soap asks (demands) for you to carry him on your shoulder because he wants to see what's over the wall

NIKTO

- intimidating guy and intimidating guy typa relationship but your not in a relationship.. Yet.

- watch him watch you

- shows off his knife collection to you, yes I think he has a knife collection and he will show it to people that he wants to impress (he wants to get freaky with you)

- I like to think if he strips off the gear he gives the most desperate kind of touchy hug, to those he feels close with of course which is you

- lucky you

RIPTIDE

- Offers to teach you how to swim yknow just in case

- there is none, he wants to see you wet

- tells you to wear a white shirt and shorts because its Essential for training, it's a lie he wants to see the water wet your clothes making it stick to your body.. Yknow the white shirt showing whats underneath and the shorts outlining what package you've been hiding even though you weren't really hiding it

- He gets too distracted, the others are too, he forgets how to teach you

KRUEGER

- indefinite eye contact while your doing it

- likes staring into them, if you get shy and look away he will grab your jaw and make you have eye contact with him

- angry fierce ahh eyes

- he's an emotional grumpy guy, rip off his mask and aggressively kiss his face

- He wants the after sex laying on the chest while the other is rubbing their head, goes both ways.

- trace his tattoos and compliment them the bedroom will be locked the whole day, trust 🙏

KÖNIG

- The same as Ghosts

- Imagine being the one to get carried instead of the one carrying

- König would definitely come up to you and ask to be carried while you kiss his face multiple times❤❤

- Imagine how hard he gets because you have to look down at him to talk like HNGRHRRGGGRGRRR

- Definitely likes giving you homemade arts and crafts gear because you know.. The headcanon where König makes his own gear and what if he does it for other people too as gifts💔

- likes seeing you wear his mask it makes him imagine what people see when they see König definitely a change of perspective. He can see how intimidating you are and he gets hard.

ALEJANDRO

- will definitely compliment you in Spanish when talking about you with other people even when you're in front or behind him.

- I mean you don't understand Spanish right?

- if you don't, you're oblivious and only just watch curiously on what he's talking about. Buuut but but if you do understand you don't tell him you undeestrand this thing literally feeds your ego like Alejandro thinks of you this way? 🥺🥺

- Thigh riding type of guy idc who thigh riding

RUDY

- everytime I look at him he looks like a soft vanilla type

- I know he's a strong guy but look at him

- He wants soft sex 😞😞

- He also likes being complimented if you whisper a praise to him when he's doing ANYTHING. Imagine the babies you'd both have together.

- He likes toddlers and babies and if you do too a plus for him,makes him fall even more 💯💯

GAZ

- One time he Got injured and was sitting on the floor and then He saw you running towards him he simultaneously screamed in fear and how hard he got

- Likes to style your clothes, If he was off the military right now he really really likes fashion and if he sees you.. You can't fashion and he sees you wearing.. That, He's appalled, horrified, mortified I'm over exaggerating. But he is now in charge of your fashion now, But if you do know how to style you both will share tips with eachother. You can share different tips too ❤❤

- drags you in his barracks and strips you of your clothes except shorts.. And he's telling you this because he wants to "style" you.

- We both know damn well that's an excuse to get the boombayah freaky on.. He's just to shy to tell you upfront or he thinks it's fun to tease you like that before you get freaky

HORANGI

- gets freaky..

- Like he understands the women who get all giggly and nervous when they see a big man who can destroy them (ignore König 💔)

- is definitely not above thigh crushing, boob crushing, face sitting he'd do all at as long as it's you

- Like one time he pretended he broke his leg and won't let anyone else carry him until you came, acting all princessy and shit as you carry him bridal style to the medics

- He felt like a prince omg

- will definitely get on you and treat your real life size anime men boobs as a squishy toy

- How long is it and will he be able to take it??? Who knows he will find out!! Basically searched how long can someone's cock be if they are built like a god and is 7ft tall in Google

- someone gotta tell me Horangi's height and basic Google searching ain't doing it for me I'm too lazy to search for one line of a spicy headcanon line mb

MAKAROV

- You're basically ascary dog he owns

- You're tall and intimidating

- You can get information out of people quickly

- And he's not above telling you to torture anyone with a strength and body like yours

- most of the time you get the info done and folded

- Makarov uses you for intimidation and strength buuttt if you ever THINK of betraying him he already has a plan to get rid of someone like you

- Can and will turn you into one of those supersoldiers

- Will make you murder people right in front of him for entertainment and will rewward you!

- you know what reward it will be, Because when he asked what reward you wanted you got a bit to freaky you thought you be dead rn but nah he agreed actually he seems to enjoy it more than you do..

VELIKAN

- He's the dog in this one have you heard his voice?? Rough as hell imagine hearing him grunt

- Sounds cocky as hieeeellll too

- Would definitely like showing off to you since he wants to look cool in front of you

- Like you seen velikans skins?? Definitely wears the best ones to show you he can not only be a trained assassin But can also dress cool as hell

- If you compliment him it like makes his day, will not stop thinking about it

- Like a cool person complimenting a cool person like him? Ego boost (It's him feeling gay)

- This guys definitely a smoker (headcanon!!) Because voice sounds like he smoked 100 packs in 1 day and doesn't drink an ounce of water /jk I love him he's so hot.

- So if you want a smoke he purposely hides the lighter saying.. 'Oh no I asked someone elses lighter.. I don't have mine right now' or like 'my lighter ran out of fuel ohh

- So you have to put the cigarette in your mouth as you touch it with his cigarette to light ur own that type of trope 💫💫

- If you're not a smoker he will try his best to not smoke in front of you will use fresh mints to hide his breath of smoke

- after sex he will want a smoke, outside he goes or you both share the one cigarette

KEEGAN

- is it wrong to want to be choked by a big buff meaty arm?

- yknow the tiktok thing where girls put a ribbon on their boyfriends arm and the girls just put their face in the middle as their faces get squished??

- Yeah he wants that but gay

- will try to compare dick sizes even though yours is OBVIOUSLY the superior one!!

- Heads or tails on who's bottoming tonight

- Would like to be wrapped around your arms if you are hugging or sleeping keeps him warm

- Especially when it's snowing will force you to hug with him. ESPECIALLY when your in a mission and your in the tents he will definitely force you to hug it out with him

ROACH

- remember the other tall HC where the reader wasn't taller than König

- yes roach does the same thing here.. He's crawling on you like a tree

- If he wants a kiss instead of asking he crawls up to you and kisses you

- definitely likes to sit on your shoulders as you walk around, he feels tall like that

- this is like a distance relationship 💔💔

- Likes it when you bend over to talk to him also when you bend over when youre doing sum since it's slappable opportunity

- because bent over = double D cake will be slapped

- How will it fit? By the power of friendship of course!!

- probably more of say gex desperation but you get it

- Obviously switch switch

[omegapropaganda]

[diluczangelz]

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Little acts of love is what’s gonna take a boy to a man and these MEN know how to treat their partners

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He 100% kisses every inch of exposed skin when the opportunity arises.

Your bracelet? He’s kissing your wrist after securing the clasp.

Your necklace? He’s moving your hair and kisses the back of your neck and curve of your shoulders.

Help putting on shoes? He’s kissing your ankle and up your calf, taking his sweet time savouring the moment.

Helping to zip up your dress? (For my more feminine readers) he’s kissing up your spine as the zipper slowly closes over each kiss he left; sealing it to your skin.

Sensual shower time and you want him to undress you? (for my male and GN readers) he’s kissing down from the shell of your ear and down to your chest. His hands holding tight to your waist, cementing in the feel of your skin to his memory.

Oh no you dropped something at the table and bend down to pick it up? Yeah his hand immediately covers the corner of the table to protect your head.

You regularly smoke in the morning? Guess who pre-rolled one and left it for you on the bed side table before he went to work, that’s right he did. With fresh water in the cup.

Fresh (either hand picked or hand selected) flowers that he brings to every date and these are florist flowers, not after thought supermarket flowers, he took the time to choose these. Or pick them fresh for you.

[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.

[mockerycrow]

Hiho!! Can I ask for 4 (how good they are) and 17 (laughing midway) with Price? Its so domestic ik, but I like some vanilla every now and then > <

SMUT PROMPTS: Price Drabble; “Telling Them How Good They Are” + “Laughing Midway Through” (Male!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You groan and grab at the strands of hair on John’s head as he’s kneeling on the ground, between your legs with your heavy cock in his hands. You know this can’t be comfortable for his knees, but you can’t really tell him your concerns when he drags his tongue oh so slowly across the slit on your mushroom tip. Your hand twitches in his hair from the motion, a grunt leaving your throat.

He’s already got you babbling, and John thinks it’s a bit funny. “Ohh fuck—you’re, you’re so good to me, John—“ You exclaim, your head nearly bashing into the wall that you’re leaning on with your back. “—Love you, ahh! Love you sosomuch—“ John closes his eyes and focuses on relaxing his throat as he takes your cock into his mouth and feed it into his throat and he’s repeating “don’t gag” to himself over and over, but of course—John gags harshly. You can’t help the pleasured moan that leaves you from his gag, but your concerned brain manages to take over before your horny brains does and you pull him off of your cock.

John coughs, but his hand doesn’t stop stroking. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves him, his voice low as he looks up at you and speaks. “Seems I’m a bit out of practice, love.” You can’t help the warmth blooming in your chest from his chuckle, and you laugh yourself, Your hand coming down to cup his cheek. You clear your throat, trying to steady your voice, and John laughs again when you are clearly not that steady. “Take your time, John.”

[fortheb0ys]

Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

[starboye]

imagine captain price who has to work overtime at the office doing paperwork but at least he has you, sat snugly on his lap clenching around him so tightly, he gives you a couple kisses along your neck and tells you he'll be done in a little

at this point it's been about two hours of him signing and checking files and you really needed him, rolling your hips on his laps every now and then to give him hints but every time he just tightly gripped your hip and told you to "sit still f'me darlin'"

it was getting so hard to stay sane when you had his thick cock planted inside you so well, you could see it bulging in your tummy a little bit, and him giving you kisses made it no better, only getting you needier and needier until you were whimpering for him to do anything to you

so look at you looking all pretty bent over his desk taking his fat cock to the hilt, pumping load after load into your tight hole, covering you in hickeys and marks and railing you until you were to fucked out to even think

price sitting you back on his lap and getting back to his work, giving you kisses to make sure you're still okay

[rodolfoparras]

young sergeant!price would be a fucking tease, always making lewd comments and bending over whenever you're around other soldiers, knowing you won't do anything with others around.

he'd be such a perv, too, and a borderline stalker. always sending you texts along the lines of "you look so hot ordering those recruits around, wish you could" or sending you a photo of yourself at the shooting range or something with those horny emojis and an eggplant. and you're always so exasperated and bemused whenever you receive them.

he's so freaky he sneaks into your private office and probably fingerfucks his pussy whilst sitting on your chair, having to bite down on his fist or uniform to muffle his squeals when he squirts all over your chair, desk, and floors.

hgnghg I NEED HIM RIGH TNEOW

Young sergeant!Price sneaking into your office, stripping out of his clothes and putting on your tunic, the one decked out in different types of medals and acknowledgments before taking a seat in your chair, fucking himself with the dildo he’d snuck with him, a thrilling feeling rushing down his spine as he hears the soft clinking sounds mixing with obscene squelching sounds, almost cumming when he hears steps approaching the office, and when you open the door you’re met with sight of price looking all fucked out, eyes half lidded cheeks dusted in pink, tunic doing little to cover the dildo that’s still buried deep inside him

Young sergeant! Price riling you up enough throughout the day so that you’re pulling him into your office and bending him over your desk, taking him during office hours - something he knows you absolutely hate, purposely refusing to be quiet when he hears another set of footsteps approaching, whining and whimpering even muttering the words sir just so the other person knows you aren’t alone, and watching in amusement as you scramble to explain yourself to the person on the other side all while continuously thrusting your cock into his soaping wet cunt

Or refusing to fuck Young Sergeant! Price during office hours no matter what he does, so he sneaks into your office and takes matter into his own hands, sinks down onto your cock while you’re doing paper work

Without even looking at him, you know he’s got a pout on his face and tears prickling his eyes because you don’t pay him any attention even when he’s practically bouncing on your cock, but you can also hears the whines and whimpers escaping his lips because even though you’re ignoring him he’s determined to make himself finish.

[barrackspredator]

Lead Guitarist!Price who writes the lyrics and takes the lead on most of the interviews.

Rhythm Guitarist!Gaz who swoons all the ladies with his voice and charming personality.

Bassist!Ghost who writes the music sheets and can’t be bothered to attend interviews, or deal with fans.

Drummer!Soap who isn’t trusted to speak during interviews and likes to get messy with haters in the crowd.

Groupie!Reader who spends a lot of time getting passed around in the tour bus.

[thegnomelord]

this isn’t a request but you’re the only writer i know who writes the monster!au so

dragon!reader and dragon!price are haunting my thoughts. dragons usually have to hold themselves back when sparring because they’re so much stronger than other monsters but with price & reader they don’t need to, to the point where the other members of the 141 are kinda wondering if they need to intervene.

what they do or don’t know is this is you and price courting, testing each other’s strength to assess whether you’re suitable mates. once you have decided you’re suitable it continues in the bedroom, fighting for dominance and testing each other’s stamina as price rides you or you pin price down and see if he can take all the strength behind your thrusts.

OH god I LOVE the way you think! I know @rodolfoparras also did a dragon price some time ago but I'm happy to let my monsterfucker out lol :D I'll consider this a spitball thingy but GOD DAMN did my hyperfixation hyperfixate on this :Ddd kinda rushed at the end but it's 3AM :/

CW:NSFW

What about if dragons measure not just raw strength, but all other aspects as well? They're prideful by nature and with so little of them remaining no self-respecting dragon will settle for a witless brute or a powerless scribe.

Price had lost hope in finding a mate centuries ago because he's even pickier than most of his kin; in his view, a proper one needs to be strong enough to completely pin him down, needs to be smart enough to see the insults in his honeyed words and give back as good as he does, needs to be clever enough to lead men as good as he does.

A proper mate needs to keep up with him on all levels.

And for a dragon of his age, that's an unachievable set of criteria. Oh sure, many of the dragons he's met over the years have tried to match him, but all fell short, leaving him lonely and unsatisfied.

Then he met you, a fellow Captain, a fellow dragon. Though only a few centuries younger than him, you're a wyrmling in his eyes, your scales like shining metal compared to his muddled gemstones. An arrogant wyrmling if the way you peacock for him the first time you enter the training room has anything to say about it— your wings spreading out and muscles rippling, back straightening out to make you taller, scales glinting in the artificial light; little details that anyone else can brush off as a simple stretch but to a dragon it screams of your interest in him.

His slitted eyes roam across your body, both equal parts disdain and curiosity. "Got somethin' ta say there boy?" His words are rough like sandpaper.

"No, no." You hum as you get into the ring, every little movement purposely done to showcase your hard earned musculature. "Just that you should skip out on this fight. Wouldn't want you to throw your back out old man."

"Old man huh?" His eyes blaze with the same fire at the end of his cigar, your words igniting something in his chest that had long been extinguished. "I'll show you old."

And suddenly he's in the ring, both of you trading blow for blow with the same savagery your progenitors had frightened mankind with for millennia, your claws leaving deep grooves in the concrete when you miss his side, his tail smashing a portion of the ground into dust when you avoid it, the ground between you cracking when you try to push the other away, loose scales and dust and debris littering the ground as you and Price wrestle on the ground.

Both of your teams watch from the sidelines, your team calming the other members of TF141 that this is just how dragons are, pointedly ignoring your victorious snarl when you pin Price down to the ground, your clawed hand harshly pushing his face into the concrete to the point you might break his nose as you bite the back of his neck, forcing him to submit. "I win,"

"Not fer long." He snarls back just as deep, feeling alive for the first time in who knows how long. "Best two out of three." And with that he jerks, remaining wing slamming into your side and knocking you off balance long enough for him to fling you into the wall opposite of him.

You don't know how many rounds you go before you're forced to stop by a very pissed off Laswell, who also pointedly ignores the obvious bulges in what remains of both of your pants, giving both of you a stern talking to about wrecking the damn training room.

You're ready to leave after being chastised like a child but Price is quicker, passing you with a "Good fight back there." rumbling in his throat, the soft scales of his wing brushing along your jaw. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you meet his gaze, and Price has a good poker face but the smoldering look in his eyes and the low grumble in his chest makes it's obvious you've peaked his curiosity.

But that's just the start, the hard part is keeping it. While regular dragons may spend time with a potential mate conversing on scholarly subjects or having philosophical debates, you and him have a more practical way of assessing the other's intellect — Battle plans.

To your teams it sounds like a harsh argument, ideas thrown around and sharp insults tacked on top, their heads ping ponging between you and Price as you look over maps, trying to one up the other. Eventually your teammates leave you to settle this on your own.

"And I'm telling you, old man," You growl, both of you so close there's barely any space between you as you point at the map. "We can push a smaller team through the forest while we lead the frontal assault, our wip's not going to have anywhere to go then." You huff, holding your head up high to make it obvious you're proud of your idea.

Price gives you the stink eye, before he scans the map again, humming to himself. After a few seconds he lets out a scoff. "We don't have enough men for that." He says, but the sharp edge in his tone is dulled. "But—" His tail moves to brush against your own, your rough scales brushing against his smoother ones. "—It has some merit."

Price doesn't draw attention to the way your tails intertwine, wrapping together like two snakes, and neither do you. But the short purr that bubbles out of your chest says everything he needs to know, growing louder when he answers with his own, your shoulders brushing together. "Aight, back to work." He cuts your purrs short, but you can't hide the pleased look on your face as your tails remain coiled together.

Then comes the actual courting dance.

One late evening spent looking over documents in the privacy of his office, your tails once again coiled beneath the desk after successfully having proved your wit to him again, absentmindedly telling embarrassing stories of your respective teams. . . Price has a revelation. You might be it. "Hey lad."

You look up, your full attention on him. "Yeah?"

With a mumbled grunt too quiet for you to hear Price slides a hand beneath his shirt and pulls a large green scale from the meat of his shoulder blade, the wound healing before it can even bleed.

Instinctively you know what this means, for knowing how a prospective mate treats an extension of you will show how they'll treat you. But you still speak up, needing proof for your own mind that you're not insane and haven't been burning the wrong tree. "What?"

Price glares at you, "Don't play dumb," He says as he slides the large scale across the table to you. "It doesn't suit you." There's an underlayer of heat in his words, blue slitted eyes looking you over in a much more appreciative light.

You can't control the big grin that spreads across your face, "Oh, then what does suit me?" You ask as you follow his lead, yanking out one of your larger scales from your own back and sliding it to him. It makes the difference between you two obvious, his green scale muddled with age compared to your shiny one.

"Arrogant muppet." The gentle way he picks up your scale clashes with his harsh words, cradling it in his hand like it'll crack at the slightest of touches, his face reflected in the surface.

You grin, "Just confident." You feel his sharp eyes judge every minute twitch of your fingers as you pick up his scale. Price's poker face hides the way his heart melts at the loving way you brush a thumb across the surface, how it throbs when you don't immediately attempt to make it shine like some whelps once did, accepting him for how he is by putting it in your breast pocket.

God, he doesn't even know how much he'd fantasized about something like this when he was still young, vestiges of a purr escaping his throat at the tender way you treat his scale. "Right." He shakes his head and places your scale in his own breast pocket, handing you another stack of papers. "Get back to work."

You grin and do as he says, wings twitching as a sign of joy, your tail squeezing down on his and receiving a squeeze in kind.

Price feels like a horny teen when he lays awake in bed late at night with your scale held between his claws. He feels stupid for feeling so giddy at the thought of having a mate, a proper mate, yet his body thinks differently. Just holding it in his hand is enough to make him grow hot, your scent still clings to the scale and Price finds himself holding it close to his nose to familiarize himself with it and Hell his body loves it, cocks growing hard in record time and his thighs wet with slick. The poor thing doesn't even know what to relieve first, his free hand constantly going between stroking his cocks and fingering himself, mind craving the heat of another dragon that he'd been deprived of.

What Price doesn't know is that you're in the same boat, biting your arm to silence yourself as you imagine it's Price you're breeding instead of a pillow, splintering the headboard from how hard you're gripping it in an attempt to not damage the scale.

Then shit hits the fan when during a routine mission you two are ambushed, and while two dragons are no easy prey for mankind, humans have long since gone from using rocks and sticks. You catch sight of a sniper's scope glint seconds before the bullet targets Price, and in only a few seconds to think you throw yourself in the way, Price's scale in your breast pocket puts enough resistance to make you survive the bullet, but you feel it crack, and that. . . that sets you off.

Price doesn't even have the time to lift his gun before you're tearing through the battlefield like a man possessed, anger burning like a volcano in your chest for trying to hurt him, elemental breath and draconic strength unleashed to it's fullest potential.

And Price? Price watches the show with that same heat burning in his belly, forced to bite his lip to silence the pleased purrs as he rubs his thighs together while you tear flesh from bone, mate flashing in his mind. Look how he protects you His mind purrs, Good mate. Perfect mate.

"I'm sorry." You whimper when you've finally calmed down, the battlefield nothing but a ruined crater and the shards of his scale held tenderly in your cupped hands. "I failed, I-"

"Come here." Price cuts you off quickly and pulls you down into a harsh and desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue and need. He parts just a fraction of an inch, "You passed." He growls and only then do you notice the sharp arousal in his scent, your animalistic hindbrain jumping for joy as you kiss back because holy shit he considers you worthy.

And now that he's found his mate? You best believe his body is going to make up for all the centuries he'd spent alone.

It doesn't even take a week for him to enter heat, waking in a daze with his twin cocks hard and his thighs glistening with slick, your scent lingering in the sheets and your side of the bed still warm. The walls almost shake from how deeply he growls when he registers that you're not next to him, just enough sense in his head to throw on a towel around his waist before angerly stomping through the halls to find you, sniffing you out like a bloodhoud.

"Bloody muppet." Price growls as he yanks you by the horns back to his room, the scent of his arousal so potent you're struck dumb, letting yourself be pushed down. Price's claws slice through your clothes, his hole so slick and eager for you he doesn't even need to stretch, just jumps onto your lap and in one fluid motion takes one of your cocks to the root. "Fuckin' finally." Price hisses, instantly setting a harsh pace of bouncing on your cock that would have had a lesser race end up with a crushed pelvis.

You grip his hips for dear life, surging up to mark his neck and shoulders with bites as he does the same, his ass clapping against your thighs. "Mate." Price moans, hole clenching around you, his cocks leaking against your stomach. "My mate." He grips your hair and pulls you into a bruising kiss, "Going to last long for me yeah?" He asks, a bit of mockery on his flushed face as he feels you cum inside him, riding you through your orgasm as the sudden onslaught of sensations frazzles the intelligent parts of your brain. "Not going to disappoint me now are you?"

Good thing dragons have really short refractory periods.

"Not a chance." You snarl and flip him over suddenly, rumbling purrs escaping your chest from the surprised sound he makes. You attempt to pin him down and he squirms out of your hold, another bout of wrestling breaking out between you that has you two tumbling off the bed and onto the ground.

"That so whelp?" Price breathes out when you manage to pin him down, your strong hand keeping his face flush with the floor. "Do you really think you can keep up?" A pleased thrill runs down his spine from the sensation of your weight bearing down on him, his knees automatically locking up to hike his ass up, tail flipping up to display his slick hole for you.

"Do you?" You counter, one hand on his head, the other pressing both of your dicks together, your two tips pressing against his ass. "You're so wet and desperate, should have just pinned you down the moment I saw you instead of courting you." With one sharp thrust you push in, a pained and elated moan tearing out of his throat at the sensation of your twin cocks spreading him wider than any toy ever could, scratching that itch he'd had for who knows how long.

The stretch and burn and pleasure muddles his mind, reduces him to low animalistic snarls and growls as he does his best to push his hips into yours. "Hurry the fuck up." Price orders, whole body shaking from the way you set a harsh pace, bashing on his prostate, your balls slapping against his own, each hard thrust pushing and pulling his face across the floor. "I'll- fuck- fall asleep."

"You sure about that?" You push your weight further on him, forcing his wing to spread out, your own partially wrapping around him, "Seems to me like-" A bit of elemental breath leaves your throat when one particularly strong thrust has his hole clamping down on you, his back arching to push his hips as close to yours as one of his cocks spews cum on the floor, "-like you're not in a place to order me around."

"You- ah-fuck-ah- wanker." His insult would be a lot more hurtful if he didn't whine like a bitch in heat, both of you devolving into primitive snarls and growls with the only thought on both of your minds being the need to fill Price with as much of your cum as you physically can.