#captain john price x yn

[gomzdrawfr]

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

[mlmxreader]

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

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

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

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

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

: ̗̀➛ trauma disorder symptoms, swearing, smoking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

“It’s nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you know who my daddy is?

Captain price x Fem reader (single mom)

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

Warning: it's not very interesting but I had a lot of fun writing it. I like to think about Price having a daughter. Anyway, as usual, grammatical and spelling errors. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

- hey my little sunshine! how was your day?

- it was fine, I have homework though.

- oh, what is it?

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

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

- Okay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- YEAH! LET'S GO KYLE!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An idea popped up quickly to her mind.

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

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

He imitated your daughter's voice.

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

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

- Is this young man bothering you, my dear?

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

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

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

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

- Yes Sir.

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

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

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

- Hey y/n you found us!

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

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

- You what??

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

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

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

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

- wha..?

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

- Chatterbox?

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

- Oh...

- Oh...

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

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

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

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

- Ah... Excuse me, what?

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

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

- Really?

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed a little and then simply said.

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

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

[tacticalwhispers]

Price as your Husband

First post is a fluff post!!! Protector Mode: Price is naturally protective, but with you, it's on another level. He always ensures your safe, whether it's by checking the locks twice or staying close during crowded events. His protective nature isn't overbearing; he simply can't imagine a world without you.

Late-Night Calls: Despite his busy schedule, Price always finds time to call you before bed, even if it's just for a few minutes. These conversations are his way of grounding himself after a long day, and he cherishes the sound of your voice more than anything.

Tea Time Together: Price loves his tea, and he’s introduced you to his favorite blends. you guys have a daily ritual of sharing a cup together, whether it's in the early morning before he heads out or in the evening as they wind down. It’s your guys little moment of peace.

Soft Spot: Price has a tough exterior, but your is his weakness. One smile from you, and he’s wrapped around your finger. He’d do anything to see you happy, even if it means trying something out of his comfort zone, like dancing or cooking a new recipe.

Subtle Affection: Price isn’t one for grand gestures; his affection is shown in small, meaningful ways. A hand on your lower back as you walk, a kiss on your forehead before leaving, or simply holding your hand under the table during a meeting. These little moments mean the world to him.

Homebody: Despite the adventurous nature of his job, Price loves being at home with you. A quiet evening on the couch, watching a movie or reading a book together, is his idea of perfection. He treasures these moments of normalcy.

Secret Softie: Price has a reputation to maintain, but when it’s just him and you, he lets his guard down. He’s surprisingly playful, cracking jokes, and even indulging in your silly whims, like singing off-key in the shower or having a pillow fight.

Always Thinking of you: Whether he's on a mission or just out for a grocery run, Price always has you on his mind. He’ll bring back something small that reminded him of you—a book, a snack, or a small trinket—just to see you smile.

Endless Patience: Price is endlessly patient with you, whether you're having a bad day or just feeling a bit off. He knows how to calm you down, offering quiet support or gentle words. He’s your rock, always steady and reliable.

[stankygay]

141 x m!reader: Captured & Found

Captain John Price

He had chewed through his favorite cigars as they tried to find you. The last mission had gone to utter shit and he felt responsible for you being captured. When Laswell called Price on your possible location, he threw the ruined cigar in the bin and got his men ready. When he found you, you were in a dark damp cell. Your eye was black and you had some minor wounds. He was the first one to push through into the cell. He checked you over assessing your injuries. You smiled at him, bloody teeth glinting in the minimal light. He had a deep frown on his face. You tried to joke, tried to make light of the situation. You hated the way Price looked, like he was the one that beat you and put you in the cell himself. When he cut your bindings you found your hand reaching for his arm. The squeeze of his muscle reminded him that you were and present. That you weren't dead or worse. "Stay with me John," you utter. And he feels even more guilty for the fact that you are the one comforting him instead.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

He was eerily silent the entire time. He listened to orders and the intel gathered about your location. Everyone stared at him weary for any reaction but there was none. He kitted up like regular, stood on the helo, and waited for orders. He went up ahead before anyone else and no one even tried to hold him back. He found you, your arms hanging above your head by metal cuffs and a chain. He walked over to you, and got the cuffs off of you. You were bleary eyed and concussed. The skull face in front of you looked familiar but you couldn't really think. When he spoke, the words warmed your bones. He asked for a sit-rep and you could barely speak. You were exhausted. When he half dragged you out of the location, in the sunlight you could clearly see Ghost's eyes. He was worried. He got you to the medics, he stayed close but never got in the way as you were treated. He was the one to reach out for you once your wounds were packed. He was the one to grab your hand in his. He squeezed your fingers and you tried to squeeze back but you had no energy. You felt yourself slowly falling asleep but he kept squeezing. And then he began to talk just to keep you awake. He spoke about his collection. Anything to keep you lucid as they flew out to the closest hospital.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He was antsy. He couldn't sit still, he might have back talked Price but the captain let it go this once. He didn't want to wait. He tried hard but he needed to do something. He followed into the building but with each step he took he felt his stomach sink further. The cameras in the building showed you. Their enemies lay dead and now they could grab you and exfil. Gaz didn't hesitate, he ran into the empty room where you were tied to a chair. He immediately reached out and held your face in his hands. "Love," he asked squeezing softly as you opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled when he saw those familiar eyes look at him. His stomach was still in knots with worry but now he was here. He helped you up from the chair as gently as he could. He never let you go as they exfiled, not even when the medics tended to your wounds. He kept rubbing your arms and back. He whispered in your ear that you were fine, that you were so strong. Your chest felt warm being in his presence and no longer kept back in that room. They had tried to get information from you, but you never spoke. A risk of being in the task force, but you trusted these men with your life. Gaz kissed your temple, taking in the faint smell of your shampoo that had faded with the scent of sweat and blood.

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

He was almost benched on the spot. He had gone off without waiting for orders. The only reason he hadn't gone and leveled the building completely was because he had been caught by Ghost. Soap was serious. A deep frown on his pouty lips. His fingers tossing a frag back and forth. His veins felt alight with fire, angry and looking to put a bullet between the eyes of these assholes that took you. You had not gone without a fight but there were so many they had to regroup. Soap hated they had to leave you to them. Price tried to explain why, but all he wanted was to get you back. When the got to the location, maybe he set up some c-4 around. Maybe he rigged this dingy garage to blow up once they were several clicks away. They found you on the ground. Blood spilling from your nose and staining your gear. You had been stripped of your weapons and your kit. He ran and knelt in front of you. His hand immediately going for your pulse point. You flinched at the touch, sitting up and a knife aimed at Soap's chest. He moved away and raised his hands but he wasn't upset. Those clear blue eyes were familiar. You sagged in relief. "Fuckin' hell," you muttered to yourself as you drooped onto his shoulder. Soap checked you over, as they planned to leave. Soap had a worry in his brow but he also had a giant smile on his face. Cause you were a fighter, even as you swayed on your feet, he proclaimed how strong you are and how you'd never go down without a fight.

[fanartist666]

i am

A mess

Somebody (????) Insults you (and/or optional kids) to price (husband/daddy) who goes full on Ser Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong I'M-

There isn't enough appreciation for how fucking feral Price actually is/can be

John Price has Harwin Strong vibes (he also SCREAMS Stark to me, his bloodlines in Game of Thrones show so much Strong, Baratheon and Stark)

Just picture it, you're married and an SAS captain of a different group (technically ok in British Military rules I think) working with your husband, John Price, on an OP.

You've captured some guy with the intel you need, and your team are with 141 interrogating them, you're standing a little back with John, a united front. Maybe one too many glances at one another tell this freak you're an item and he goes in.

He spouts off insults about you, and how sooner or later one of you will be widowed or smthn, (i totally saw smthn like this w ghost) maybe makes a jab at kids if you've got them or not

And you look at him, suddenly your husband has tackled this dude, just punching and punching and punching, he won't stop, daring the prisoner to say it again, it takes literally everyone in that room (maybe six or seven people, grown military men, including Nikolai) to drag him off

John is screaming like a bear to "fuckin' let go of me" and once or twice (before everyone realises that they do in fact need everyone) he bullies his way out of their grip to do it again.

The prisoner is well shaken from that experience and once the concussion goes away will tell you literally anything "As long as you don't bring him back in here."

It's a little bit (VERY) attractive

[bartyssimp-riley-16]

Cod characters as Hozier songs~

Price, Alex , simon, Valeria, Alejandro, Graves, Nikto

Soap, Gaz, Konig, Horangi , Keegan , roach, Farah, Rodolfo, Hesh

Simon, Valeria, Keegan , Logan, Graves, Nikto, Konig

[birdythebirdthing]

Imagine male reader without a shirt cause he is muscular as fuck.

The summer was so hot and [Name] hated summer, he always takes off his shirt and sometimes mask if he is alone.

One day his fellow lovers and his team had a gym today so they open to door to see.. The male without shirt! Damn man the male had 6 packs and large pecs and they were not in bite marks. (Others Had bites marks, but male didn't which the four got confused as shit)

"Eeek! Why didn't ya say that yall come in!" [Name] screamed hiding his upper body his hands.

"I didn't knew you were packed, man" Ace says.

[Name]'s team left cause they knew he need private time.

"Where is ya bite marks that we gave aye" Soap asked.

"Yeah.. no bite marks or hickeys." Gaz spoke.

"Well, uh.. I had been a mission with my team last two weeks aye that's why?" [Name] replied.

"Really? They is no light marks of us." Price spoke looking at male features.

"No marks but, we have time to take what's our and full your body with our bite marks right guys?" Ghost asked the three which they nodded.

"What? Cmon it was only two weeks I never seen my chest without bite marks this time.. aye" [Name] said tired to make them stop no avail.

"We have to know you're ours luv, since you have a higher rank" Soap spoke.

After 2 hours or 3 hours?

Oh god man, the male's body is covered with bites and hickeys especially on his pecs where he had four bite marks from each of them.

And his abs had literally blood bite marks from the four. Everywhere tummy, thighs oh god they did vanaged you in the neck cause the four already knew your sweet spot which makes you to moan everytime they bite their.

Poor [Name] can't flex his body to anyone because of his jealousy lovers.

[ghoulystay]

Interrogation gone wrong.

König and Y/N story.

Short story.

Mature themes.

18 and over.

Female reader.

"I didn't do anything!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mlmxreader]

Brat Tamer | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Hello there, can I request the prompt “Just stay still for five minutes” with price please? Thank you very much :) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Act like a brat, get treated like a brat.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy kink, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, marking/possession kink, praise kink

↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Price groaned softly as he held you down, one hand on the back of your neck and the other at your ass; he had two fingers inside, his ring finger and middle fingers stretching you out as you pushed back against him and begged for him to go deeper, harder, faster.

He grinned, admiring your ass and how tight it was around the digits as he resisted the urge to leave a firm smack to your cheek; thankful that he was ambidextrous as he gripped your right cheek firmly before delivering a hard smash and tutting under his breath.

He loved how you begged for him to do it again, loved how your voice was hoarse and so close to being little more than a needy whisper; it served you right, in all honesty.

Distracting him from his job and making him lose his place amongst the field reports that he had due for a week from now. All day, you had been acting up and acting like a brat, and he had just about had enough of it; you begged for him to fuck you, but he wasn’t about to let you off so easily.

You weren’t allowed to cum, not yet, not until he said you could. You weren’t allowed to do anything he didn’t order you to, and although it was painful to force yourself to keep enough composure to obey him, you knew it would all be worthwhile.

It always was.

You reminded yourself of what to do when you weren’t comfortable - the safe word was always the same, it was always “Hurricane”, after his favourite type of aeroplane from world war two.

If you couldn’t speak, you had to hit the bed three times with your right hand, or smack his left shoulder three times. Depending on which you could reach. 

“You’re so tight,” he breathed out, but when you squirmed against him to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, he smacked your harsh harshly. “Just stay still for five minutes, I’m not fucking done.”

You whimpered, pouting at you felt the same old ache you usually did when he didn’t give you what you wanted. “Daddy, please…”

“Oh, so now you wanna be good?” Price breathed out, tilting his head to the side as he ceased all movement. “Do you have any fucking idea what you did today? Making me lose my place in all those papers… I shouldn’t even be fingering you right now, let alone fucking you.”

“Please…” you pleaded, voice breaking as if you were about to break out sobbing any second. “Please, I’ll be good, I promise. Please.”

Withdrawing his fingers from your ass, Price huffed as he sat with his back against the headboard, giving his thigh a firm tap as he ordered you to ride him; you did your best not to grin, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You shuddered, your ass feeling so full as you let him bottom out; you clenched around him, whimpering softly as you put your hands on his shoulders. 

“Come on, then,” he demanded. “Be good and fuck yourself until you cum.”

You nodded, biting down on the inside of your cheek so you didn’t grin. “Yes, Daddy.”

Price grabbed your hips as you started to rock back and forth, pushing your chest out a little as you arched your back to get a better angle; you were a little surprised when he forced you to pick up the pace, rutting into you as quickly as he could, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he put his hands on your ass and spread your cheeks.

Groaning softly when you moaned for him to go harder, deeper, faster. Fuck. If there was anything Price couldn’t deny, it was you. You felt like you were made for him, like you were all he would ever want.

He was thankful that an old friend of his - Elias - had introduced him to his son - Hesh - as it meant that Price met you; you were Hesh’s best friend, and Elias was an old friend of Price’s, so it was natural that the two of you would meet at some point.

But now, Price was more thankful than ever; three years together, and Price could never be more thankful than he was at that moment. Buried inside you as he fucked you until you grabbed the headboard and lifted yourself up slightly, trying desperately to keep up with his pace but hardly able to.

The sound of your soft moans and how you were so eager to please him at every and any opportunity, how you needed and begged for him even though you were hoarse and breathless. Price adored you, every fucking inch of you.

Fuck. Sometimes he wondered how he ever felt satisfaction without you. 

You ground down against him, matching his pace as you moaned and whimpered, and Price smiled as he licked his lips, kissing and sucking on your neck for a moment before he bit down properly, leaving his mark on you for everyone to see within the next few hours.

Fuck.

He loved it when you proudly showed off the marks around base, especially when he caught the others checking you out; a smug grin on his lips as he smoked a cigar and looked at you knowingly.

It was fucking brilliant, if he was ever concerned. Price loved to mark you up, loved to show off the fact that you were all his and he was all yours, that he was devoted to you and lived to serve.

He loved it when he caught his men checking you out when you were working out, all sweaty and panting heavily, your clothes sticking to you and showing every inch that Price loved so much; knowing that they wouldn’t be caught touching, but still nearly breaking their necks when you walked past.

Fuck.

Price toyed with the idea a few times, fucking you over his desk or letting you suck him off under it, and hoping to get caught by just about anyone; just so they would see how you belonged to one another, and he could show off.

Just for you. Price would always show off just for you. No one made him nearly half as weak as you did. 

But neither of you were going to last long, you could feel it bubbling in your stomach as your toes curled and your stomach started to pull into knots; your tongue fell from your mouth, drool seeping from it as you panted heavily as let him fuck you harder and deeper.

Crying out as your legs shook and you stalled completely; freezing up as you felt yourself spill onto him. Price grinned, collecting some of your cum on his fingers and bringing them to your mouth; he closed his eyes as you sucked his fingers, running your tongue over the tips flatly.

Fuck. He couldn’t stop himself, grunting and groaning as he paused and shot his load into you. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grumbled harshly, giving your ass a firm smack. “You’re gonna take every drop, do you understand?”

“Need it,” you whimpered in response, nodding. “Please, need your cum inside me. All of it.”

“Good,” Price praised, a little softer as he gently ran his hand down your ass. “Stay fucking still.”

You nodded, trying not to push back against him and squeal as he fucked his cum into your ass as much as he could; a little bit dripped out and onto his sack, but he soon enough scooped it up on his fingers and made you suck them clean again.

Fuck, you were so brilliant. He pulled out just as you were on the brink of cumming again, laughing smugly as he patted your ass and kissed you sweetly. 

“You’re in my good books again,” he murmured between gentle kisses. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shook your head, just about able to keep yourself upright as you swallowed thickly and tried to catch your breath. “Not at all… do you want a hand with those papers?”

Price shook his head as he smiled, kissing your jaw softly. “You’re alright. You spent all night awake last night, so… just rest, yeah? Have a bum day today.”

You nodded, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

He hummed as he gently grabbed your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “I love you, too.”

[zeldynymph]

"Desperate Touch..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"John, you're soaked.." 

"Just stop talking and kiss me..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking hell..."

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

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

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

"Oh, you little fucking tease..~"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[im-deans-pie]

He's so flufffy AHHHH

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

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

I'll never be with you.

Alex Keller x Reader (Y/N) x Captain John Price.

Alex saw you a long time ago at the subway station, you were certainly beautiful, but then he lost you. Now years later he finds you again, in someone else's arms.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, I think there's nothing dark here so no more warnings, oh, images not mine, credits of them to their creators.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

He met you during a rainy night waiting for the subway, you had a very short and common conversation, nothing special, weather, time and the inefficient subway service.

You looked like a beautiful angel, your voice was soft and full of kindness, also your sense of humor was delightful, some jokes were enough to make him laugh like he never laughed before. Both took the subway and exchanged some more words but then a sea of people took you away from him, he couldn't see where you were, that was the end of the story. And he, honestly never thought about the possibility of seeing you again, but the memories of that moment live in his mind.

Another successful mission for Alex and the 141 team, all of them were landing in the base, Soap and Kyle had some injuries but nothing serious, there were jokes and insults in the air.

- Hey Cap, is your queen of hearts waiting for you already?

- Careful Soap... (He chuckled)

- Who? (Alex was clearly confused).

- it's Y/N, for all of us it's our medic but for the captain well... it's something else. (Gaz answers while looking at the captain with a malicious smirk)

Meanwhile Ghost observes through the window of the helicopter and sees you.

- And In fact, the doc is already waiting.

Everybody Laughs scandalously even Alex, he feels out of place tho. But once everybody is out, you approach Price and give him a long deep hug.

- You smell like cigarette... Have you been smoking?

- Just one, my love.

- Is there no hug or at least a Hello, for your children?

Soap jokes all the time about you always acting like the mom of the team.

- Ha-ha, thanks for bringing the captain alive.

You give a fake laugh to soap while you friendly punch him in the arm. Price takes your hand to get your attention and you see a familiar face.

- Love I want to introduce you to...

- Subway guy!

Alex sees you well, for the first time in years he has a second chance, looking at you, you're still as beautiful as he remembers.

- Jesus! It's you...

- the world is so small sometimes.

- So do you know each other?

Price doesn't have that bright smile that always has for you, in exchange he has a serious face.

- Yes, he's the guy I talked to you about before! He was very funny that night.

- I could say the same about you, so... You're Y/N, I think that night I didn't even ask you your name...

- yes I am, and you're...?

You turn back to Price and he quickly finishes to introduce Alex to you.

- Keller, Alex Keller, an old friend.

- Nice to formally meet you, Alex.

- Pleasure is all mine.

That's all he says, everybody walks inside the base, you check the injuries and all about the health of your team.

You were finishing the paperwork with all the reports of your patients when Alex appears in your door.

- Hey Doc!

- Alex, hii, come in, I'm still very surprised to see you here!

- As much as I am, that night I really never thought you were a doctor and that you worked for the army and all this...

- Oh well, I started to work here a few years ago, I met John and well... Now I'm the medic of his team and also his fiancee.

Alex froze at the moment he heard your last words, fiancee? He stays quiet for a while, he suddenly remembered that night once again, you were a sunshine in the middle of that rainy night, in the middle of the storm that his life was in that moment. You gave him more joy that night than somebody else in years and now he simply sees you with someone else, you belong to someone else, he never had a chance to make you his, it wasn't meant to be, It never was.

- Alex?

- Huh?

- Did you hear me?

- Yes, congratulations, John is very lucky...

You laughed.

- What?

- Thanks but I was talking to you about that night...

- Oh sorry, I'm all ears, tell me again.

Maybe there's some hope, he says to himself. Maybe you're not really happy after all, maybe he still has a chance.

- I was telling you that... I thought about that night for a long time, even for a while I was just waiting in that subway station every night, same hour, same spot, but you weren't there, so eventually and after I met John I realized we weren't meant to be, you know? We just met fortuity, and I'm glad it happened that way because if something was different I wouldn't be here with this job and that wonderful man.

Alex simply smiles and nods, he can't deny it, price is an honorable man, a good person and as a friend he has been incredible, so Alex feels a little bit guilty for thinking about stealing his friend's girl.

You and him talked about some other things for a couple minutes more and then he says goodnight and leaves.

He didn't want to stay more time, he wanted to leave and go back to his life he wanted to pretend you were still a memory full of possibilities not a story that actually never started, he was going directly to John's office to let him know he wouldn't wait until the next day.

He's out of the office ready to knock on the door when he listens to your laugh, then silences and soon some soft moans full of 'I love you' 'you're mine, all mine'. The drop that spilled the glass. He didn't dare to interrupt, he simply had enough, he left without saying goodbye.

[mlmxreader]

Taste of Nicotine | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Price

7 “My days, I missed you so fucking much”

112. Dom/Sub ❞

: ̗̀➛ Price can be a cruel, cruel man - but at least his punishments are always beautiful.

: ̗̀➛ smoking kink, smoking, swearing, orgasm denial, spanking, marking/possession kink, biting, face fucking, swearing, edging, bruising, dom/sub, daddy kink

↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The smell of coffee and cigarettes filled the office, the sounds of slapping skin and harsh grunts echoing and ricocheting off of the walls; your knuckles were sore and raw as you gripped the opposite side of the desk, your head pressed against the thick mahogany as sweat dripped from your brow.

Anyone could walk in, but that was just how Price liked it. Punishment was always such a beautiful way to wash away your sins; getting caught flirting with another man from another regiment, your punishment was well overdue.

Price couldn't take you anywhere without you acting up, and even now, as he fucked your warm and tight ass, he was still talking about it.

Telling you what a dirty little thing you were and how you would let just about anybody watch you get fucked, watch your ass get filled and stuffed with his cum as he used his mouth to leave harsh and prominent marks all over you, showing off who you belonged to.

You were desperate to cum, but he had stopped you from doing so for over an hour; edging you over and over and over until you sobbed and wept as you begged for him to let you cum. Price could be so cruel when he wanted to be.

But his punishments were always so fucking beautiful.

Your ass cheeks were raw and stinging, his handprints so fucking obvious, stained on your skin from where he had put you over his lap and spanked you.

Your jaw still ached from where he had fucked your mouth so harshly, the taste of his cum still heavy on your tongue as you whimpered and begged for him to let you cum; your ass was still burning from how thick and long he was and how hard he was fucking you against his desk.

All you wanted was to cum, but Price wasn't going to give into you; punishment was punishment, after all, no matter how beautiful.

You knew what to do if it got too much, though; smack the desk three times with your right hand, or call out "Merseyside", or both. If it ever got too much, Price was always adamant that you had one way or another of signalling it to him; as cruel as he could be, he wasn't an absolute cunt.

"This is what you get," Price growled out, grabbing the back of your neck with a bruising grip. "Being so fucking naughty. I don't think I'll let you cum at all. Just use you as my cocksleeve until you learn how to behave."

Well, that was just inviting bad behaviour, really. But you knew what would happen if you said such, so you grinned, rolling your hips and trying to fuck yourself on his cock. "Please, Daddy, I said I was sorry for flirting with Mister Walker!"

"Oh, no," he chuckled darkly. "You don't get to say you're sorry, puppy."

You whimpered, so desperate to cum that you would do just about anything. "Please, please, Daddy, I promise I'll behave!"

Price shook his head as he tutted, lighting a cigarette. "Oh no, baby. You gotta do better than that."

You whined, tears slipping from you and extending the puddle on the desk; a mix between your tears and your sweat and your drool.

You swallowed thickly, voice raw and hoarse from how many times you had cried out and begged for him to please, please, please let you cum. But Price wasn't going to, fucking you hard as he smoked his cigarette casually, flicking the ashes onto your back before tossing it into the ashtray next to him.

His cock was so big, he could hardly fit the whole thing into your ass, but you were always so good for him, you always took his cock like such a good puppy... maybe he could let you off easily.

Even though you were already stuffed and filled with his cum, so much so that it had leaked down onto your thighs and had become cracked and dried.

Hesitantly, Price eased his movements, giving you the order to cum when you were ready to; he didn't expect you to scream and writhe and squirm against the desk, sobbing as you finally found your release. Spilling everywhere and dripping down onto the floor.

He grinned, licking his lips before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, rubbing your back gently as he hummed.

"I didn't go too far, did I?"

You shook your head, dizzy and content and euphoric and breathless all at once. Overwhelmed. "N-no."

Price nodded, his touch soothing as he gently kissed the marks on your neck. He did feel somewhat bad for pushing you so far, but all the same, he knew that you loved every minute of it; especially when he gently peppered your face in soft, sweet kisses.

His beard and moustache tickling your skin and making you grin despite the tear stains in your eyes.

Price was always so gentle with you afterwards, especially if he knew he had pushed you a lot more than usual; you smiled, gently running a hand through his hair.

His lips still tasted like nicotine, but that didn't stop him from moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue when he licked it and sucked it into his mouth. A harsh, heavy kiss seemed so sweet and gentle.

"My days, I missed you so fucking much," he breathed out. "I'm so sorry deployment was longer this time."

You shook your head. "I knew what I was getting into when I first agreed to go out with you."

He nodded slowly, although he still looked rather remorseful. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

[mlmxreader]

Things Heard and Seen | John Price x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Could I request "Are you flirting with me?" with our dear Price please?

summary: overnight patrols aren’t the best in the world, but sometimes, they’re absolutely terrifying. 

tws: swearing, smoking, depictions of injury, blood, body horror

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Overnight patrols were the last thing that you had wanted to do, the very last duty that you had had in mind, but you still agreed to do it, as you were more than aware that if you didn’t, you would somehow end up with something worse to do around the base; it was cold, the night was only dimly lit by the dull LEDs that were used just outside of the bunkers, no moon and no stars visible thanks to the thick charcoal clouds that smudged across the dark blue canvas.

The night was quiet, a slight breeze that left a soft chill behind each whisper, and you had guessed that all the animals that you usually saw were probably hidden in dens and burrows to avoid the chill; the grass beneath your boots was stiff, and didn’t allow its blades to be dirtied by dewdrops.

It was too warm for ice.

But the night was getting colder, and although you tugged Price’s leather jacket tighter, and even did the zip up all the way, you could still feel the biting chill as it crawled up the back of your spine. You knew you were alone, whenever you looked back at where the one four one were, you could see plainly that no one was around, not even Price, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching you.

Like you were being observed from something crouched and lurking in the nearby bushes, or stalked by something crawling along the long and dark stretches of shadows that were surrounding you; something that would quickly duck behind something close so that you couldn’t see it.

Maybe you were just tired, as you rubbed your eyes and let out a soft yawn; it was weird that you could see your own breath, but you presumed you were probably just running hotter than usual because of the leather jacket. Even if the hairs at the back of your neck were standing on edge and your heart was beginning to hammer in your chest; you stopped, and searched your cargo trousers for a moment.

You let out a soft sigh of relief when you grabbed the small can of Red Bull you had brought with you, and cracked it open; you still felt like you were being watched, observed, hunted.

Something in your stomach didn’t feel right, and your heart was getting more and more rapid before you even thought about taking a swig from your can; you shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably just a deer or a badger or something nearby that was watching you curiously. It couldn’t have been anything more than that.

The sudden sound of radio static made you jump as you flinched and let out a soft breath, but you soon realised that something wasn’t quite right when you heard voices, distinct and panicked, asking when it would be time to head to France; you had heard stories from Soap about radio communications coming in years after they had been transmitted, but you didn’t think it was even possible. They sounded desperate, scared, and even hesitant.

The radio chatter died, and you swallowed thickly; your hand shook as you brought your can of Red Bull to your lips. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and you wished that there was something you could rest your back against so you at least knew that there was nothing behind you.

You were sure that it was just where the bins had not been emptied for a while, but carried by the breeze there was a strong smell of rotten eggs.

You didn’t want to take a look around you, chewing at the inside of your lip as you frowned and tried to steel yourself; you were a soldier, for fuck’s sake - wasn’t the entire point to be brave?

“Hey, mate, you shouldn’t be here.”

You slowly turned around, face falling and all bravery melting away as your eyes widened and a soft gasp left your open mouth; his head was tilted to the side at an unnatural angle, his vest was frayed and torn and didn’t even attempt to cover the gaping hole and the exposed ribs.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A small puddle was forming around his feet as he stood there, and when he took a step closer, you could see that the bones in his neck were sticking up and out of the flesh. Still fresh and wet.

You swallowed thickly, and took a step back.

“Didn’t you hear?” He asked. “We’re shipping out to France tomorrow. You ought to be in bed.”

You swallowed again, hardly able to form even a syllable as you stared at him; when he took another step forward, the dull lights just and just hitting his features, you couldn’t believe it.

His skin had chunks missing from it, so deep that they exposed his bones, and his nose was no longer there; his eyes were completely white, and where his ears should have been, there were only more chunks missing.

He stank of rotten eggs, and when he tried to take another step forward, you wanted to weep; his bones were grinding and clicking, like there was no longer any living flesh there. 

“C’mon, mate,” he was starting to sound like radio static. “It’s a big day tomorrow - we should get you to bed… do you need a smoke? Calm your nerves?”

You whimpered, a shuddering gasp leaving your lips the longer you looked at him.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The puddle at his feet was growing, the ribs that you could see were cracked and the flesh around them burned; you took a look around, and when you went to look back at him, he was gone.

You stood there, staring at where the puddle had been; the smell of rotten eggs had passed, and the air felt a little warmer. You no longer felt like you were being watched, but that didn’t stop you from letting out a shriek and nearly spilling your Red Bull all over yourself when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

Price looked at you, brows furrowed as he cleared his throat. “Fuck me, I only came to check on you… you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shook your head, looking around again. “There’s… there was… there’s… just here, he was… he was… he was right here.”

He nodded slowly, bringing two cigarettes out of his coat pocket and offering you one; he lit it for you before he did so his own, and took a long drag. He raised a brow, humming. “Did you see a ghost?”

You nodded, crashing yourself into his side. “He… he was right there! I’m not making this up!”

“Alright, I believe you,” Price told you gently, putting his arm around you. “But, I’m with you now, so you ain’t got anything to worry about.” 

You were comforted by his presence, admittedly, and couldn’t help it as you leaned more into his side; Price had always been a source of comfort for you, you couldn’t lie, even before he had asked if he could be your boyfriend, he had always been comforting.

Now, when you needed it the most, you were even more grateful for that. You felt safe, you knew that you were going to be just fine so long as he was nearby; but you dreaded to think what would happen if he left, when he left. 

Price wasn’t about to say it, but he could feel your body trembling as he kept you close to his side, and he wondered what the fuck had shaken you up so much; surely it couldn’t have been something as silly as seeing a ghost - ghosts weren’t real, and you were probably just suffering from being up for a while. But, it wasn’t his place to judge, he knew that; he wasn’t Captain at the moment, he was the boyfriend.

His duty was to make you feel safe, and to offer you some comfort while he could. 

There was that feeling again, like something was watching, and you didn’t even hesitate as you pressed yourself into Price’s side, chewing at your lip and nearly dropping both your cigarette and your Red Bull, wide eyed and pressing your face against the side of his neck so that you didn’t have to see whatever fucker was going to come after you next.

Price took another drag from his cigarette as he debated what to do, how he could make you feel better and how he could possibly help you get through being so shaken up; he pursed his lips, and hummed quietly as he gently tapped your shoulder. “Have I ever told you how thankful I am that I met you?”

You nodded, squeezing against him even more when you heard static from your radio. “Ev- every day.”

“I still think,” he started, “honestly, that you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I’d quite happily be yours forever, y’know. I’d be chuffed to say yeah, that’s the person I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with.”

“Jo- John,” you swallowed thickly, only daring to break away from him so that you could take a swig from your Red Bull and steal a few drags from your cigarette. “Are… you’re… are you- are you flirting with me?”

“Glad you noticed,” Price hummed, gently tapping your shoulder again as he smiled. “I’m gonna stay here until Soap comes to relieve you, though… don’t really want you to be all alone right now.” 

“I’ll, I’ll be fuh- fine.”

“You don’t sound it, pup,” he frowned, shaking his head. “Don’t look it, neither.”

Your bottom lip trembled, and you sniffled. “Y… you don’t fin- think less of me?”

Price shook his head, gently kissing your forehead as he let out a harsh sigh. “Because you got scared? No… even Ghost, tough as he is, has shit a few bricks here and there whilst doing the overnight shift.”

You could relax a little, trying to steady your words and your breathing as you unzipped the jacket to give yourself a bit of a breather; it was warm enough now that you could, and with Price beside you, knowing that he was going to comfort you all night, you could let your guard down again a little bit.

It helped that he kept his arm around your shoulders and that he stayed near, the closeness a harsh reminder that you were not alone, and that you did have someone there to keep you safe during the rest of your patrol; it did bring a slight smile to your face to know that even Ghost had gotten scared doing it before, and you would have been lying if you ever said that it didn’t help to calm your freshly shocked nerves, too. 

Every now and then, just to remind you that he was actually there and that he wasn’t about to leave your side, Price would pull you close enough that he could gently kiss your temple or your forehead; he could see it in your eyes that the fear was dying out, and that the tension from being shaken up and scared was slowly melting from your body.

He was glad of that, at the very least; he didn’t like seeing you scared, even if he was certain that just a silly ghost had never gotten to you that much. Even if he was convinced that something else had happened. He wasn’t going to push the subject, though, not unless you decided to talk about it openly; if you said you had seen a ghost and had gotten scared, then he guessed that you had seen a ghost and that it had scared you. 

Besides, Price liked spending time with you enough as it was, and in the quiet and the dark, he could say things to you that he couldn’t say in front of others for fear that it would undermine his authority; he could openly tell you he loved you, he could compliment you and he could shower you with all the praises he had bottled up. It was more than worth a bit of sleep deprivation.